#i thought about having all the outfits be cohesive to like a performance or something

[zlbridgez]

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[avatar-anna]

hi i know u said u had writers block and i have this idea for a blurb/fic idk if you take requests and please delete this if you hate it BUT i’m terrible at writing and can’t get this idea out of my head, mua/yn and harry are secretly dating, some of the crew figure it out as tour goes on but fans start to notice a girl at every show who’s wearing like subtly matching outfits to harry and that’s how people find out they’re together, i just think it’d be such a cute concept AND maybe H doesn’t realise at first and she won’t tell him till he notices and she gets all shy when he asks her about it 🥺

so, i actually already have a makeup artist!y/n. it was one of the first fics i'd ever written on this page. so i just kinda tried to do a continuation of it here. enjoy!

The Makeup Artist, Vogue Beauty Secrets, Painting H's Nails

"Five more minutes."

"You said that five minutes ago."

Harry pulled back, his swollen lips turned down into a pout. "Do you not want five more minutes? You're hurting my heart, here, lovie."

You giggled and booped Harry's nose before kissing his cheek. "I want all the minutes, baby. But I think I'm also the only one paying attention to how close we're getting to showtime. And I have a job too, you know."

Harry didn't say anything to your attempt at logic, just leaned in again, his nose nudging against yours until he finally kissed you. And even though you knew you should've already been setting up your makeup kit to get the band ready, you let him. It was hard to say no, it was hard to say anything when he kept licking the seam of your lips, urging you to give him what he wanted. You.

And because you were about as obsessed with him as he was with you, you gave in, pushing him deeper into his makeup chair as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Harry grinned into the kiss, satisfied that you gave in.

"I'm gonna get fired for not doing my job," you mumbled a couple minutes later as he kissed his way up to your ear.

"By who? I'm technically the one that hired you," Harry replied with ease.

You rolled your eyes and pulled back just enough to hold his cheeks in your hands. "I have to get you ready."

He huffed. "It's not that much. We could even skip a couple steps. Save some time."

"I don't know about that," you said, brushing away a stray strand of his hair that had fallen in his face. "I was thinking about putting a little glitter on your chest, make it really sparkle under all those bright lights."

"I think you just want an excuse to rub your hands all over my chest."

"Well, duh. I thought that was a given."

As far as gigs went, being Harry's makeup artist was pretty low maintenance. It had been that way from the start, though sometimes you delved into some fun pre-show skincare when he let you. The bulk of your job was mainly with the women of the band, who were more than happy to let you take creative liberties with their makeup each show, though today would have to be on the simple side seeing as Harry was currently holding you hostage in his dressing room.

You were the one who liked to really go all out for your boyfriend's shows. The girls in the Love Band still needed something functional, cohesive, and something that didn't stand out so much since Harry was technically the focal point. So if you had time, you went all out with your own makeup, sometimes matching your eyeshadow or blush to Harry's stage outfits.

As you tried to remove yourself from Harry's lap, his arms tightened around your waist. "Just one more, and then I'm good."

Sighing, you kissed your pouty boyfriend's forehead. "Oh, my love, it's never just one more kiss with you."

*.*

You were waiting for Harry by the side of the stage just before he was meant to go on. Some days you went to the tour bus to catch up on sleep during shows or napped in Harry's dressing room, but recently you'd been staying to watch him perform. You knew he appreciated it, and you enjoyed the high energy of being in the crowd and watching your boyfriend do what he loved (aside from kissing you senseless, of course).

"Is it just me, or are we matching?"

You turned toward where Harry was walking toward you, smiling as he looked you up and down. When he reached you, his arms snaked around your waist, his lips against your temple as he mumbled, "I love it."

Looking down at the denim vest and jeans you were wearing to tonight's show, you said, "What, this old thing? It's just something I threw together."

"I don't know whether I should love or hate how cute you guys are."

Spinning around while remaining in the circle of Harry's arms, you grinned sheepishly at Ny'Oh. "It's a coincidence, I swear."

She laughed and shook her head, not believing you for a minute. "Yeah? And what about all the other times?"

It was no secret that you and Harry were together, though this new leg of the tour came with some new crew members who didn't know Harry was dating Love on Tour's makeup artist. You always blushed furiously any time someone caught you holding hands or having a little lunch date at craft services or sharing a kiss in what you thought was a secret corner or hallway. You preferred to keep things low-key, not wanting to draw too much attention to the fact that you were technically dating your boss, but Harry didn't have any kind of reservations. He was more than comfortable with kissing your cheek and calling you pet names and holding you against his chest in front of everyone. On tour, that is. Outside of the confines of a venue or tour bus, you and Harry both agreed to keep your relationship private for now, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to yourselves.

"I think of it as a challenge," you said to Ny'Oh. "It takes skill to be this subtle yet just on the nose."

"A fine line, if you will," Harry added, grinning from ear to ear.

Shaking your head, you said, "Nope. That was too much. Even for me."

After exchanging a couple more laughs with Harry and the band as they prepared to go onstage, you kissed Harry good luck and left to go find your spot on the floor to watch the show. You preferred to watch with the rest of the audience, though Harry always made sure you were within arm's reach of a security guard at all times. Just in case.

Walking to your spot a few paces from the barricade, you admired the wide array of colorful outfits and costumes fans wore. It was why you loved being in the crowd. Seeing everyone all dressed up in feather boas and sparkly cowboy hats and homemade outfits that matched albums and songs. It was inspiring to see the space Harry's shows created, and to be part of it in a small way.

"Your makeup looks amazing!"

Turning to your right, you saw a group of girls, maybe in their late teens or early twenties. Each of them were dressed in a spectrum of glitter and heart sunglasses and merch, wide smiles on their faces as they waited for Harry to come out.

You'd gone for a pretty tame look. For you, anyway. Simple base makeup with a pretty blue eyeshadow and daisies that lined your crease and just beneath your lash line that took way longer than they should've. But the result was just how you wanted it, so you couldn't really complain.

"Thank you," you said to the girl who spoke. She was dressed in a pair of jeans outlined in sequins, a shirt with Canyon Moon lyrics tucked in as a crop top. She also had her makeup done, her eyes and cheeks decked out in eyeshadow that shifted color in the light. "I like yours too."

You talked to the girls a little while longer, but when the lights died down and the song that signaled the show was about to start came on, the girls quickly said their goodbyes and faced the stage. Still, they were close enough that despite the commotion, you could hear them talking. About you.

"I swear, I've seen her before."

"So? Tons of people go to multiple shows."

"Yeah, but...I don't know. It feels like she's standing separate from the rest of us."

You smiled to yourself and tried to focus on the stage instead of eavesdropping on the conversation about you, which was forgotten the second the opening chords to Daydreaming began. The concert was like all the rest you'd been to, and yet you still weren't sick of it. Seeing Harry's smile and witnessing the sheer joy on his face as he performed made going to show after show well worth it.

And when he was in your section, he was always close enough to make eye contact, even wink as he sang certain lyrics, which would definitely earn him a smack on the arm later. But even so, it made your cheeks flush and your stomach flip with excitement. And Harry, who could read you like a book, grinned as he moved on to a different part of the stage.

"Did you see how he looked at her! He winked!"

"You sound crazy!"

Smiling to yourself, you shook your head. Maybe it was time to watch from backstage for a while.

[snallavanta]

thoughts on svt lollapalooza 🎉🩷💎

i can't believe i have to write this rn because it means the concert has ended 😭

overall performance

the set list for this was quite interesting to say the least. they covered most of the basic songs but i was surprised at the order they chose to sing them

i was quite impressed by their ability to cover jun's roles in both the songs and the choreo. it felt seamless (both fortunate and unfortunately) and they were still so cohesive nonetheless. spell without jun felt a little awkward though (but that's just me being used to a 4-person team 🥲)

i always love their outfits and this one was no different. the casual vibe of denim and white tees were nice against the intense choreo. it also made them feel more relatable in a sense because it just feels like watching a group of guys have fun rather than something super calculated

i luv my team i luv my crew

people with the most aura gains in this performance: hoshi, scoups, minghao, jeonghan. they had my attention every time they were on screen. possibly mingyu too but that man is just irresistible to the eyes so he takes the spotlight without even trying

hoshi? is? literally? crazy? being svt's hype man, being the concert hype man, performing fighting, spell AND cheers with full choreo + his rap, giving 110% to every other performance. energy is flowing out of him & i want a quarter of however much he has leftover because it will still be more than what i have experienced in my life

my boo and boy dk fighting for their life because they had to keep singing with little to no breaks in between + hitting all the high notes at that... they are truly one of the most extraordinary vocalists ever

HUGE shoutout to joshua & vernon for being svt's personal translators. it was so nice of them to take charge but also convey their members' words to the crowd. it cannot be easy trying to translate what 5 other people are saying all at the same time

everyone did a spectacular job and i am so so proud of them 🫶🏻

misc. thoughts

hearing "caratdeul" from our beloved general leader fixed something in me fr. no one has ever called me in such an endearing way (except joshua maybe because his 'caratdeul' is so swoon-worthy)

to be honesttttt there was a weird vibe between svt and carats..... i heard about some drama happening in berlin about stalkers and rude fans so maybe i'm just projecting but they didn't seem to get as many personal crowd interactions like they usually do + all the fans swarming towards mingyu when he went to the barricade seemed slightly uncomfortable. svt was just a little off with their personal fan interactions imo (which good for them if it means protecting themselves)

all in all, another performance slayed 10/10 svt world domination

[sugamehhq]

His Smile

[Johnny's POV]

-

Waking up this morning felt like a dream. Having opened my eyes to my future laying beside me, nothing felt real.

Of course I've been through the process of a wedding, so I knew how to go about planning. The outfits, the theme, the place, everything was in my hands, and I wanted it to be perfect.

The morning started smoothly. Cuddles, kisses, and good mornings were shared. We had a few hours before our friends were to arrive. They were to help us get ready, you know, to 'not see each other's outfits' and all.

The closer it got to the time, the more nervous we both felt. I knew it would be fine, everything was planned out the way it should be. My fiance on the other hand had no reassurance to his worries.

He worried as if the whole thing was a performance. Hell, I'd say he was more worried than I usually get before a big shoot. Having paused his own preparations, I took the chance to tell him it was all taken care of. How there was nothing to worry about, our friends and I would make sure of it.

That all he needed to do was be himself.

A comforting hug, gentle kisses, some joking around, and he was able to get himself back in the groove. 

Watching him was one of my favorite things.

Knowing this is what I'll have for the rest of my life made it even better.

-

Admittedly, when it came down to the dressing and being separated from each other, I began to worry a bit myself. Embarrassing if you ask me, but my best man understood my reasons. He was always one to turn down comforting someone with an apathetic joke, but I guess he had some heart for 'my special day'. 

I worried about the strength of our relationship, if this would really last, or if I was just setting myself up to lose it all again. 

It didn't take long for me to understand that he was different. He is the source of my comfort, the one that keeps me grounded. He doesn't know it, but he does a lot for this obnoxious movie star.

How he ended up choosing me, I had no idea, but who am I to complain. I wouldn't trade him for the world.

The entire ceremony as it stands is a complete blur to me. The only thing I remember was his face. How he smiled. He looked content, like he was proud of his choice.

It reassured me that he felt the same way I did.

-

We stood in the middle of a grand room. Everyone else had cleared the floor, allowing only us to occupy it. Some people watched, some turned away. I took his hand and pulled him close to me, leaving little to no space between us.

I guess it just took a while to hit me, but halfway through our 'dance' I suppose you'd call it, I started to cry. There was no reason to, but I did anyway.

Fortunately, my face was hidden against his shoulder. I hoped he wouldn't ask, knowing him he'd laugh at whatever I had to say, but I love his laugh, so maybe it was okay.

It took some time for him to say anything. He only spoke when I shook under his arms, my tears staining his expensive outfit.

His hand planted itself against my head, gently combing through my hair. He made sure to speak quietly to not draw attention, which I appreciated, though it’s not like you could hear through the loud music anyway.

"Why the tears..?"

I hesitated to respond. My mind searched for any cohesive thought, something to give him an answer.

"I don't deserve you," was the first thing I could think of.

As expected, a soft laugh escaped his lips.

God I love that sound.

I felt his grip tighten slightly around my waist, our bodies swaying together gently.

"You deserve more than you think," he sighed over my shoulder.

It probably looked stupid the way I held him, but I couldn't help it. I latched onto him, as if he would drift away from me if I dared to let go. I didn't care. 

Despite being someone who appears clueless, he really does know what to say.

My voice melted into a river of things I love about him, everything that I felt was too extravagant for someone like me. He hummed in response to every ridiculous compliment I threw at him.

Except they weren't ridiculous, because they were true.

His smile is everything to me, the way his voice sounds, every little thing I could think of about him had left my mouth.

And he just hummed in response.

As the song ended, my tears continued. 

He pulled us apart to join our foreheads together. His hands holding my face, they began working to wipe the tears away.

"There's no need to cry..."

But there is.

I need him to know how I feel.

I need him to know I'm happy.

I want him to know he means the world to me, and always will.

-

It took some time for the tears to subside. When they did I was greeted with a clear view of his perfect smile. It was one of those smiles that looked sad, but was reassuring.

We made our way back to the main table, one that consisted of only us and a few friends. They congratulated us for the millionth time that day, of which we happily thanked them.

When it came down to the party subsiding and people heading home, we made sure to thank every person individually for coming. Traveling from one realm to another just for us? It really shows a lot about these people. It shows they really care. 

Soon enough, we were left alone. My now husband tugged at my sleeve, my attention falling to him. Something about the way he latched onto me hurt. I could tell he was waiting all day for everyone to leave just so he could appear vulnerable.

I know it's a bit dramatic, but the adrenaline of the night had started to wear off, so we found our way to the floor.

It was off putting to hear him begin to tell me everything he loved about me, his voice shaking.

I froze in that moment, his arms locking me in place. Everything he said went in one ear and out the other, but I heard it, even if it was for only a split second.

I wrapped my arms around him in return, my eyes filling with tears again as he shared his thoughts with me. Even if it was annoying to cry more that night, I happily accepted his tears. I love it when he shows me how he really feels.

We didn't stay there long, given it was getting pretty late. It was strange to head home after all that happened. Strange to know that the man in front of me was now mine, forever. He's my future, my everything, and again I wouldn't change it for the world.

I let him in the house first, as a gentleman would, and followed right behind him. He stood and waited for me to grab his hand, despite being able to see with Sento in the other. 

The way he stared when I locked our fingers together.

That perfect smile.

I smiled back before dragging him to the kitchen, some late-night wine never hurt anybody.

-

He let go of my hand while telling me he wanted to go change into something comfier, which was understandable, having been wearing a more complex suit than he's used to all day. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek before bolting off to the bedroom.

A wine glass was placed on the island in the middle of the kitchen, waiting for him to come back. I stood against the counter swirling the scarlet liquid in my own glass.

I wanted to reflect on the day, run it by myself again, to make sure everything was 100% perfect. Though I guess it had to wait seeing as he had returned from the bedroom.

He came back empty handed, Sento left on its stand in the other room. He had the place memorized, so being completely in the dark didn't phase him.

We stayed silent for a while, occasionally sipping our glasses. He sat at the island, head hanging low, but a gentle smile remained. I hadn't realized I was staring until he asked me if there was a problem.

There were no problems. In fact, everything was as it should be, though I hadn’t said it outloud, leaving him to wonder what the ‘problem’ was.

Before his smile could dissipate, I spoke up,

“I’m admiring.”

He froze, his smile forming into a laugh,

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Am I not allowed to appreciate what’s mine forever and always?”

“You are,” he swirled his glass gently, “but, don’t you think you might get tired of doing it so frequently?”

“Not at all.”

Having downed the rest of my drink, I placed the glass in the sink behind me. The dishes could wait until tomorrow.

I watched his smile widen as he listened to my footsteps, my hands finding their way around his waist. While I placed a few kisses along his neck, a gentle shiver rattled his body. His hand found its way to my face pulling us into a soft, and much needed kiss.

He always made sure his touch was gentle.

I always found it ironic how much he’s softened up since the first time we met. Being bumped up to husband status wasn’t so bad.

-

Kiss out of the way, I offered the idea of heading to bed, of which he happily agreed. He held my hand as I led the way, my thumb instinctually caressing his fingers. 

While he got comfortable under the covers, I changed out of formal attire and into some comfy clothes. He laid there with his arms open, waiting for me to take my place. Usually I’d have to fight my way into his arms, but I guess he was in an affectionate mood after today’s events.

My point was proven as his arms wrapped around me, a light kiss pressed to my forehead.

“You’re oddly affectionate tonight,”

“Am I not supposed to be?”

He sounded confused, as if I meant it as a bad thing.

“No, no, it’s just- You should do it more often,”

He huffed a quiet laugh, his arms tightening around me,

“Maybe I will.”

And that’s all I needed to hear.

-

The next morning I woke up to a cold bed. The body that was once beside me was no longer present. I started to consider the whole wedding as a dream.

“Good morning,”

Or not.

A noise of protest left my mouth as I rolled over onto my stomach. Never will I ever be a morning person.

My husband made his way to the side of the bed, Sento in one hand, the other coming to comb through my messy hair. His touch was comforting, my eyes threatening to drift back into slumber.

“Breakfast is waiting for you out in the kitchen,”

I mumbled in response, not entirely making words, but a good enough response to let him know I heard him.

Having thought he would’ve gotten tired of staring at me, I stayed still. A few minutes pass and he’s still combing through my hair. At that point, I didn’t even need to comb it myself.

My eyes adjusted to the morning sun pouring through the window. Blinking a few more times, I looked up at the silhouette in front of me. 

My husband, an incredible person full of nothing but love, staring down at me, the warm light outlining his figure. I studied the visual before me, taking in all that I could before it could leave.

But it never left.

It stayed until I was ready to get up.

He never moved.

He sat content along the side of the bed, watching me with the limited sight he was given.

No words were exchanged, just a gentle intertwining of our fingers.

I looked from our hands to his face.

And there it was.

His perfect smile.

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Apologies if it sounds a bit rushed towards the end. I had a lot more planned for this writing, but nothing came out as I had hoped. HOWEVER, I like it enough to share with you all. Hopefully you enjoyed :))

[yusuke-of-valla]

Whumptober Day 1

AO3

Akito hates that this song isn’t coming together. He’s been writing and rewriting it all day and still nothing. Not helped by a horrible headache that comes and goes.

And he’s got to pick out outfits for their shows. All their friends have distinct performance wear that helps them stand out while looking like a cohesive unit. If Vivid BAD SQUAD is going to leave a mark they should have something too. 

And they just finished their event so they need to consider another one, and start thinking about what to change and perfect. They still haven’t gotten the right “atmosphere.”

And he needs to practice more, he’s been falling behind again since Toya and Kohane saw RAD WEEKEND for themselves and got a new boost of energy.

And-

Someone’s shaking him.

Akito looks up to see Kamishiro-senpai staring at him, looking concerned.

“…re …ing here?” Kamishiro-senpai’s being really quiet for some reason, and the headache’s back so Akito really doesn’t feel like dealing with whatever he’s talking about.

“‘M busy, can you leave me alone?”

“…vry…gone…lunch.”

“Huh? What? I’m not hungry.”

“Aki-kun… gers… up?” Kamishiro-senpai asks. It takes Akito a second to figure out he’s asking how many fingers he’s holding up and Akito finally looks up at him.

“I dunno, twelve?” Akito says, squinting. “I don’t care about your magic tricks right now man, I’m working on something.”

“Really?” Kamishiro-senpai says, louder now. “ Because it just looks like you’re scribbling on a blank sheet of paper.”

Akito blinks and looks down. Instead of notes, there’s just a scrawled mess, just like senpai said.

“Huh.”

“What are you working on?” Kamishiro-senpai asks.

“Uhh… something.” Damn it, what was he thinking about a second ago? It’s kinda foggy. “A show, I think?”

“All right, can you hold still for me, please?” Kamishiro-senpai holds something in front of Akito’s face.

“Yeah. That’d do it. You’re running a 40 degree fever. Where’s Aoyagi-kun?”

That cuts through the haze in Akito’s mind. 

“He’s busy…” Akito mumbles before slumping over. He just wants this headache to go away.

“Hmm, ok. Well let’s get you to the nurse’s office at least.”

Kamishiro-senpai is practically dragging Akito down the hall, and he collapses onto the cot.

Now that he thinks about it, his entire body hurts. He thought he was just sore from practicing last night. He’d wanted to forget that nightmare…

God, Akito knows these notes. He knows these words.

He just can’t sing them.

Why? Did he not practice enough?

Everyone in the audience is staring at him, their eyes drilling into him.

When they get off stage, no one even needs to say anything. 

He’s failed them.

“Hey, Akito,” An says cautiously. “We were, um, thinking that maybe you can sit out the next show?”

Akito’s heart gets stuck in his throat.

“I’ll do better next time, don’t worry.”

“You said that last time,” Kohane says.

“I…”

“Look, Akito, it’s not that we don’t appreciate you helping us get this far…” Toya says.

But you can’t get us any further.

Even without Toya saying them out loud, the words hang around Akito like a heavy blanket.

He can’t look any of them in the eye, so he just runs out.

He feels like he’s running forever, but when he looks up he’s still in the same place.

He’s always in the same place.

Akito digs the palms of his hands into his eyes. He’d woken up after that and ran through their entire setlist until the sun rose.

Thinking back on it, he never did get back to sleep.

 The sound of Toya’s footsteps helps bring Akito back to the present.

“Akito!” Toya gasps, collapsing at his side. “What’s going on?”

“Nothin’. ‘M fine.”

“Akito, come on.”

“It’s really nothing.”

“You’ve been practicing too much again,” Toya sighs. “Why? Why do you keep doing this to yourself?!”

“‘S nothing to worry about.”

“Nothing to worry about?! You’re in the nurse’s office because your fever’s so high you can’t do anything. It’s a miracle you even made it to school today in your condition instead of collapsing on the sidewalk!”

Akito winces. “I just… gotta push through…”

“Push through what?! You can’t brute force yourself into surpassing RAD WEEKEND, Akito, we’ve been over this!”

“Not that… it’s just… when I feel insecure or get worried about you leaving… I can’t let my hang ups hold us back… so when I get worried I just focus on practice instead.”

“Partner… why can’t you just talk to us about this?” Toya looks close to tears.

“Nothing to talk about… I know it’s stupid, but I still worry about it… and I don’t want to accidentally sabotage us because I’m all insecure ‘n shit. It’s my problem. I know I shouldn’t be worried but I am. But I refuse to let that be the thing that ruins us.”

“You’re not going to ruin us, Akito,” Toya says. “And I’m not going to leave, ok? I love you.”

“Don’t promise me that. Don’t force yourself to stay with me.”

“Sorry partner, I can’t do that. I love you and I’m going to stick with you.”

“If you find something better…”

“Shhh…. Try to quiet the noises in your head, we can’t compete with all that.”

Akito closes his eyes. “Sing me to sleep, partner?”

“Of course.”

[mekandawn]

So okay, this has got me thinking. So many thoughts that it's kind of hard to pull them together in a cohesive format, so this may be very all over the place, but BOY am I having thoughts and I wanna put them down somewhere.

This has me so many different levels of inspired. Not just for performance ideas like I mentioned in the notes, but like. Art.

I wrote down NOTES because I was in the middle of work and I couldn't drop everything to do stuff. Because like the OUTFITS Gaga wears in her videos are just. Gosh, aesthetic AF and probably a huge part of why I am the way I am lbr. Bad Romance and Alejandro came out like right as I was hitting adulthood and starting to really grapple with my gender. Honestly, I drew a lot of Rattrap (yes from Transformers Beast Wars) in various Gaga-esque designs and I just...

Well, they suit Caythaes and Druregard, the two OCs that occupy a lot of my brain.

But. Back to the thought about performances, there are... a lot of new people in the Tarts now. People I don't know well (because I haven't been around) and who haven't experienced any of Cay's body of work. Black Moonlight, fun as it was, was fairly tame by their standards, and My Songs Know What You Did wasn't as personal as others. Another fun one, very in-line with Cay's character, but it was more about playing with fire than expressing themself.

And the part of me that wants to use Disease as an After Dark performance is just. Well, I'm starting with a plague doctor costume and thinking that as Cay gets more exposed, we throw in some gore/body horror elements and Cay injecting themself with various glowy fluids that then leak from stitches and streak over their body...

Go full Living Dead Girl goth freak.

Show that Cay is not just a sweet little cinnamon bun, but a sweet little cinnamon bun with a taste for the dark and morbid :3c

Which of course, just makes me think of something @noonmutter said to me, which is that "the main reason Cay doesn't have more fans is because they appeal to a very specific niche." Or something along those lines. I was worrying about my performance and writing, like I do.

The thought that follows is. I've been told that Cay/I can be intimidating because we're not afraid to be ourselves, and. It's such a weird feeling. Because there's no intentionality to it. I'm just creating things that I like. Things that make me happy. I tried fitting in, once, and no matter how much I tried, I was still bullied for it.

After that, I just kind of gave up and retreated into myself, creating for myself because I had no one else. There's a lot I still hold back, believe it or not, because I'm afraid of chasing people off.

But the song, the mental images, the desire to dance and to create and to let Cay - and by extension myself - to be completely unhinged...

I don't know if there's some purpose that it'll serve, but I want it. I want to delight in the gruesome and macabre and not hold back. I don't want to be pigeon holed into the role of sweet little cinnamon bun; I am a kind person, and I like helping people. But also, I would like a Forsaken boyfriend.

ANYWAY YEAH, just. Needed to get stuff out. BYEEEEE

Oh snap! Just in time, too. We were jammin to Gaga earlier @gnomeskillet

[harrywritingsbyme]

The one about Harry's leather suit

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

A/N: So I know it’s like a week late, but Harry won a Grammy...and I’m so proud of him. I wish I could’ve written this sooner, but I’m not as talented and as quick to come up with fic ideas like so many other writers on here. So I decided to just write a smutty and little blurb for y’all. This one was rlly hard to write, not bc I was writers block or anything; simply bc there were just too many good concepts to choose from. Plus the timeline of events of said concepts and the fic in general would be shitty and I didn’t want to jump from one time to a new one and not have a cohesive fic…that takes a lot of practice lmao. So I had to leave some stuff out even tho I rlly didn’t want to. But I hope what I was able to put together isn’t trash…the ending sucks but that’s okay I guess. enjoy🙃

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You were going absolutely insane right now. As you sat at the end of the bed and watched Harry get ready for his performance, you were finding it incredibly hard to maintain your composure and hold on to any shred of sanity you had left. Your eyes followed his every movement as he floated through the room, not once stopping to focus on something other than Harry. The only times you looked away were when he caught you redhanded staring at him. But even then, your eyes were trained right back on him once he wasn’t looking in your direction. As you sat there, you could feel your body becoming warmer and warmer, little beads of sweat forming along your forehead and the back of your neck as you watched him. You could also feel the area between your legs becoming stickier and stickier as the time went on. Now you always loved the clothes he wore on stage and how he made just about anything look great. You were also consistent with the mindset that Harry was the most gorgeous man to ever walk the earth. 

But for some reason, in this moment he was even hotter than normal and you were completely obsessed with what he was wearing. His outfit managed to make him look even hotter than usual, his gorgeousness managed to make his outfit look even more stunning and hot, and the both of them together managed to push you to the brink of exploding into a billion tiny pieces. On top of all that, even though you knew his nerves were flowing regarding his first and opening performance at the Grammys where he was nominated an incredible three times, you could still feel his excitement and confidence radiating off of him. Which only contributed to you being pushed even closer to exploding into tiny pieces. The combination of feeling proud of Harry and his accomplishments, being very enamored for him, and being extremely hot and bothered over his mere existence was a whirlwind that only Harry could pull you out of. 

“Okay, so how do I look babe?” Harry asks as he turns around to fully face you, his voice breaking you out of your riled up thoughts. 

“You look great.” You quickly reply, trying to suppress the fiery need you had for him that was rumbling nearly uncontrollably inside of you.

“Are you alright Y/n? You seem a bit out of it.” He asks, his voice filled with concern. Well, pretend concern that is. He wasn’t going to just call you out on being so turned on right in front of his team; he wasn’t going to embarrass you like that. He was already doing it in very subtle ways. From keeping the bathroom door open a bit so that you could watch him change, to making sure to catch you staring at him, to even taking the time to shower you with love and attention. Harry knew exactly what he was doing to you and he got such a kick out of watching you crumble and become desperate for him. Maybe that was just his self proclaimed narcissism working in the form of a mild embarrassment kink. Either way though, Harry knew exactly what he was doing and he knew the effect all of the little things he did would have on you. He also knew that he’d have to take care of you before he was sucked into the madness of it all. No matter how much he loved driving you up the walls with his antics, whether it was turning you on beyond compare or annoying the hell out of you, Harry was always going to make sure you were alright. Plus it ended up working out in his favor since he could really use a pre-first time ever Grammy performance round to loosen him up and shake all the nerves that were running through his body. And you looked too cute just sitting there at the edge of the bed watching him.

“Hey Harry, how much time until we have to leave?” Harry asks his stylist, his attention still in your direction.

“A little over an hour.” His stylist promptly replies. 

“Can I have 30 with Y/n please?” Harry asks, his attention still in your direction. He could see you beginning to squirm a bit under his gaze and he wasn’t going to let up until you two were all alone and he could dive into everything that was going on with you right in front of him.

“And not a second more Harry! And Y/n!” He replies, poking his head around the corner to point his response at you as well. “We have to get pictures and all before we leave.” He then proceeds to get the other two of his team members together and out of the the door. “And please don’t get anything on the clothes!” He shouts back, already having a pretty good idea as to what you two were about to get into before closing the door, leaving you and Harry all alone. 

Without saying a single word to you, Harry steps closer to where you’re sitting on the bed and reaches out to grab your hands and pull you up from the bed. To which you immediately oblige and stand up in front of him at the end of the bed. And in what seemed like a blink of an eye, Harry switches positions with you, sitting at the end of the bed before pulling you right on top of him and into his lap.

“What are you-“

“Don’t act like you don’t want it.” Harry interjects, deciding that if he only had 30 minuets with you, he wasn’t going to be playing any games. 

“But we only-“ 

“Do you want to stop throbbing down there or what?” He asks sternly, cutting you off again.

“M’throbbing so bad.” You sigh, completely giving into him and beginning to move yourself against him a bit.

“Why doll?” He asks, wrapping his hands around your thighs to pull you higher up into his lap before helping you move back and forth against him. 

“You just look so good daddy.” You moan, letting out a little sigh at not only the image of him that was stuck in your head, but also at how good it felt to have some type of friction down there. You were craving any type of touch or attention from Harry and you were finally getting it.

“You like what daddy’s wearin’ for his performance?” He breathes out in response, beginning to get a bit more riled up himself. He was already quite turned on at how you were trying so hard to keep it together. But now you were on top of him, a little subby, and falling apart. He could feel his cock growing and growing in his pants beneath you. And the more you moved back and forth on him, the harder he got and the more desperate he became to have your walls around him.

“Mhm!” You whine, continuing to move back and forth against him. “Need you so bad!” You whimper, leaning into him a bit more so that you could dig your clit down into him. Which in turn causes your moans to become a tad higher. 

“Is that little clit of yours tingling for daddy sweet girl?” He asks, bucking his hips up into you a couple times, picking up on the slight change in your movement. “Bet it’s nice and swollen f’me. Always so sensitive and ready to be played with.” He continues on, reminiscing on all the times where he made you squirt multiple times simply from toying with and sucking on your cute little bud. 

To move things further along, Harry removes his hands from your thighs and he brings brings them up to your waist before lying back against the bed and pulling you higher up in his lap. You were so caught up in how good it felt to be relieving some of the pressure between your legs against the bump in Harry’s pants that you didn’t even notice Harry taking a peek underneath your dress. 

“Well I see someone decided to wear panties today.” Harry chuckles as he pushes his index finger up between your folds a bit to pull the panties that your pussy had practically engulfed out, causing you to snap out of your pleasured trance.

“Figured it was appropriate for the occasion so I decided to just throw a pair on.” You explain through your soft pants, a cute little smile spreading across your face in the process. 

“Cute. But if y’gonna wear panties sweets, make sure they can fit all of y’pussy.” He chuckles, admiring how the glistening and fleshy lips of your cunt practically swallowed up all of the material from your panties.

“But I thought you liked that daddy.” You whisper though a little pout, lifting your dress a little higher to take a peek down there yourself. 

“I do sweet girl. It’s just that I prefer easy access y’know. Never know when I may wanna fuck you or eat your pretty little peach.” He explains. “Don’t want anything in the way.” He continues on, swiftly pulling your panties, which were pretty sticky by the way, to the side to expose your even stickier pussy to him.  “Now that’s even cuter.” Harry huffs, his need to feel you growing by the second. You were so wet that all the curly little hairs around your pussy were completely matted from all of your sticky juices. He had to feel that around his cock.

“Thank you daddy.” You whisper back, feeling a warmth rising to your cheeks at his comment and the fact that he’s just ogling at your pussy. “Now it’s your turn.” You whisper excitedly, moving down off of his bulge some more and shifting your focus on undoing his pants. “I see someone didn’t have the same idea.” You note upon seeing that he was completely bare underneath his pants. 

“Don’t like t’be confined baby, you know that.” He replies simply. “Again, easy access.”

“Just don’t get hard while you’re performing, you know how you get.” You warn. See, given the fact that Harry loved performing, on top of the fact that he was again, a self proclaimed narcissist, he tended to get a bit of a performance high so to speak. And as a result of that performance high, Harry would get excited. And since he is now a 3x Grammy nominee, and performing for that matter, that performance high was definitely going to be intensified. 

Once you’ve completely undone his pants, you immediately push your hand down into them and you pull his cock out. At this point he was fully hard and throbbing, begging to be lodged in between your walls. You could see and feel all of the veins running up and down his shaft and his head was a reddish color with glistening precum beading at his slit. As you stare at his very sizable cock, you couldn’t help but be a little bit intimidated at his size. He was so big and even after the countless times he’s pushed into you, it was still incredibly hard to fathom all of him being able to fit inside. But that didn’t meant that you didn’t want him to be inside of you. So without wasting any more time, you lift yourself onto your knees and you move up to hover over Harry’s cock, keeping your hand wrapped around his hard yet soft shaft. When you do this, Harry uses his free hand to bunch your dress up at your hips so that he could watch you sink down onto him. 

“Don’t be scared of it baby. Just take it inside like the good girl you are for daddy.” He encourages through his breaths, pulling your panties to the side a bit more. You then begin to lower yourself down onto him, stopping when you feel the thick crown of his cock nudging at you. Since you couldn’t really see, you feel your way around, pushing his cock around the warm and ready area between your legs. Once you have him positioned at your entrance, you begin to slowly sink down onto him. 

“Oh my-fuck daddy!” You whimper, feeling the familiar sting that came along with taking Harry’s cock.

“Doin’ so good f’me baby!” Harry praises trough his grunts, becoming a bit overwhelmed at how good you feel around him. Your whines were like music to his ears as you filled yourself with him and your walls were like heaven. 

By the time you make it a little over halfway down his cock, you’re all floaty and incredibly overwhelmed that you can’t even go any further without stopping. When you open your eyes to look down at Harry, you see him staring back at you with intense yet proud eyes and you couldn’t help but clench up around him a bit. 

“Can I have more daddy?” You moan, moving mack and forth against the portion of his cock that was already inside of you. Instead of verbally replying to your question, Harry lets go of your panties and brings it up to your waist so that both hands were at your waist for him to guide you the rest of the way down. And as he does, the both of you let out the most frenzied moans, you and Harry feeling the deepest part of you becoming full with his cock. There were even little tears welling up in your eyes because it just felt so good. When you’re fully sitting in his lap again, you immediately begin moving against him. You have keep both hands planted on his bare chest as you grind and bounce yourself on his cock

“Fuck Y/n! Takin’ me so well doll.” Harry grunts, keeping his hands tightly wrapped around your hips as you move. Even though your movements were a bit sloppy, they were still nothing short of perfect. At some points you’d get a good bouncing rhythm going, lifting yourself and dropping back down onto him over and over again. And then you’d hit that spot inside of you, and you’d just keep yourself down and grind and circle your hips around to apply pressure and friction to that spot with his cock. Other times you’d be moving on his cock, but you’d be digging your clit into the slightly coarse hairs surrounding Harry’s cock, that being your biggest pleasure point. Harry was positive that your little button would be all swollen and even more sensitive than it already was once you were done but you could’ve cared less. All you were concerned about was feeling good. And so was Harry. 

He loved and thought you looked absolutely cute being all selfish and trying your hardest to relieve yourself. While you were consumed with pleasuring yourself, you were in turn pleasuring Harry in ways that were beyond belief. On top of the obvious fact that your walls were the best and the only thing Harry ever wanted to be around his cock, your juices were also playing a part in his pleasure. Since you were practically gushing around him, your juices were constantly flowing out of you. They were dripping right out of you, down from his cock, and down to his balls and even further to his entrance. It felt so good to Harry, he wished he could have more. You were making him feel so good that his moans were just a song of your praises.

But even though you were making Harry feel absolutely amazing, you were becoming exhausted. At this point, it was too much and you could barely hold yourself up let alone keep moving back and forth against him. Upon seeing this, Harry takes control of it all and flips you two over so that he’s on top of you. When he does this, his cock slips out of you. But instead of immediately pushing back inside, Harry brings his hands to your thighs to push them apart before pulling your panties back over to the side and attaching him mouth to your oh so sensitive clit.  When you feel Harry suckling on your clit, you lose it. You could feel him suckling and sucking on your button, quickly flicking his tongue back and forth against you, not once letting up. You could also feel him using his free hand to lightly scratch at the inside of your thigh which was also very sensitive. Harry then lets up from your clit to give you one wide lick from your entrance all the way up to your clit before going back to sucking at it. And at that moment, you realize that you wouldn’t be able to wait and cum with him. You just let go right then and there. To be more specific, you squirt all over the lower portion of Harry’s face and part of his chest. When he feels your warm juices splashing against his face, he begins to suck even harder; making your moans intensify and your hands tug even harder on his hair. Once you’ve stopped squirting, Harry detaches his mouth from your clit, and quickly licks and slobbers all over you before coming back up. Even though your juices were all warm, it was still a little refreshing considering the fact that he was quite literally burning up in the all leather look that you loved so much.

“Now what you have between your legs is a Grammy winning pussy sweetheart. And it deserves every other award there is to give.” He praises through a chuckle, causing you to let out a little, tired out laugh. Harry was completely in awe at how amazing your cunt was and what you just did. But he doesn’t spend too much time being in awe though because he can feel his release bubbling in his lower stomach and the time he has left with you was running low. So he taps his cock against your very pink and swollen clit before sinking back into you and going right into pistoning himself in and out of you over and over again. With every stroke, Harry could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He could also feel you tightening your walls up around him with every thrust. You were incredibly sensitive from your last release and you were on the brink of another. Whenever he slams back into you, he almost grinds up against you, aka your clit. 

“Gonna cum again daddy!” You cry out to him, digging your heels into the bed and clawing at the sheets, feeling a second wave building up inside of you. 

“Cum with me baby.” Harry growls, feeling himself approaching the edge of his release. And with two more swift thrusts, you and Harry are catapulted off of the edge. As you squirt for the second time (thank goodness he had them pushed down far enough so that they wouldn’t get all wet), Harry unloads all he has into you, dropping his head into your neck as he releases spurt after spurt of his cum into you.

After a minuet or two of catching his breath, Harry lifts his face from your neck and he slowly pulls himself from you, making sure to quickly pull your panties back over to keep his cum from spilling out and making an even bigger mess between your legs. And to really keep all of that cum secure inside of you, he pushes your panties back up between the lips of your pussy. They were going to end up in there anyways so why not. 

“Thanks for the sugar high doll.” He hums as he hovers over your disheveled and adorably fucked out figure, his bended knee right between your limp and spread legs. “I love you” He softly sings with a dopey smile. Proceeding to bring his hand up to lightly choke you and  cup your chin before connecting his lips with your slightly parted ones for a kiss. It was supposed to be And as he sponges his lips against yours, you could feel his tongue gliding perfectly against yours, taking complete control and exploring your mouth. 

“I love you too.” You reply with a little laugh once he pulls away from your lips, still floaty from it all.

He then stands up and pulls his undone pants back up. He looked absolutely gorgeous right then and there. When you see your phone lying on the bed where you tossed it a little bit earlier, you quickly reach over and grab it to capture a quick snap of that undeniably hot moment that was right in front of your eyes. His pants were undone like they were when he first put the clothes on and because you missed out on that first opportunity to capture him like that, you weren’t going to miss out on this one. Especially when he’s covered in that amazing post sex glow. 

“Are you takin’ pictures of me?” He smirks as he begins to do his pants back up. 

“Mhm, how could I not?!” You ask, dropping the phone back onto the bed to fully take in his actions in front of you.  “Plus, I want to be the first to memorialize this suit.”

“Well you’re first one to christen it that’s for sure.” Harry jokes. “I do look pretty hot though if I do say so myself.” Harry admires, looking into the mirror beside him. 

“Very hot. The leather is just doing it for me for some reason.” You admire.

“Well m’glad you like it sweets.” He Hums “Gotta get up though, I have a feeling they’re about to kick down the door.” He replies, quickly doing his pants back up before leaning over to grab you up from the bed. 

“Cant feel my legs.” You tiredly huff, doing your best to move with Harry’s tugging motions.

“Well if I win on Sunday you won’t be feeling your legs for the entire week.” He replies mater of factly.

“And if you don’t?” You ask, deciding to poke at him a bit as you sit at the end of the bed.

“You won’t be feeling your legs for the entire week.” He chuckles, repeating his previous statement.

“Now I’m really looking forward to Sunday. I mean…I get to watch you perform in this suit again, I get to watch you achieve something major in your career, and I get the opportunity to be railed at the end of it all. I’m the real winner here.” You happily reply to Harry before falling back onto the bed. 

Masterlist

[carolinahope]

Stranger Things S4

It was a jumbled disjointed mess. It had some top notch acting and some really lovely moments. But as a cohesive narrative it was severely lacking. 

I had hope Vol. 2 would tie at least some of the plot lines together but no dice. It, for the most part, felt as though they sacrificed characters in the name of plot. And to be honest, I’m not sure the plot was worth it. 

The only somewhat coherent plot was the Vecna/One/Henry reveal. Bringing back Brenner served no purpose other than revictimizing El. And I still don't understand why we needed to waste time on Sullivan. We definitely spent too much time in Russia in Vol. 1 and too little time in California. 

I already ranted about the retconning of Steve’s character. His dream is sweet and understandable for an only child of absentee parents. And I do hope he gets it one day. But him saying he always wanted it with Nancy? It just shows how little he knows her. The fact she never got to express herself about it irks me as well. Although I decided to take Robin interrupting them and saying they were indeed on the right path even though she thought they were going the wrong way, as an indication that the path both Nancy and Steve were on - the separate path, was indeed the right one. 

The thing I hate the most about the forced return to a Stancy romance is how it destroys three characters with one stupid decision. The biggest damage was done to Jonathan. But it also reduced Nancy to a prop. And undid a lot of Steve’s character development. And the more I think about it, the angrier I get. 

Other two characters whose journey seemed all over the place and without rhyme or reason are El and Robin. 

Robin seemed like a totally different person for most part. Her friendship with Steve luckily remained intact but I hardly recognized her between the seasons as the same person. And it was not a thing of learning more about a character. It was learning different. And it was jarring. And then in the last scene they went and just gave this new characterization to Vicky for a good measure. Make it make sense, please. 

With El what bother me the most was the inconsistency of her speech patterns. Which doesn’t seem like much but it kind of shows how they don’t really have a handle on where she is on her journey. And she mostly seemed to be there just for exposure of the Vecna/One/Henry plot line which is a crying shame. 

Dustin was the absolute MVP of the whole season. His scene with Eddie’s uncle was pure gold. Heartbreaking as it was. I loved his friendship with both Eddie and Steve a lot. They did at least something well. 

Argyle was the best addition ever. The way he just rolled with everything but also was unhinged in his very own way the whole time. Delicious. 

I was never fully invested in Joyce and Hopper but they were absolutely adorable in Vol. 2 and I couldn’t be happier for them. They are the perfect team. And their matching outfits were golden. And of course Murray. Murray makes everything better. 

In Vol. 2 they also finally remembered what an amazing big brother Jonathan is. Those two scenes with him and Will were heart wrenching but oh so beautiful as well. And the acting, top notch. 

Speaking of acting, Sadie Sink, what a performance. I could wax poetics about her all day. 

As much as Eddie’s death hurt, to me, narratively, his was the only satisfying arc. I wish I could watch a whole ass show about him but within the story he did it all and it was really hard to imagine where his character would go had he lived. Other than prison for murders he did not commit. Or on the run. And that would be even more unfair. 

On a shipping note, the Jonathan & Nancy reunion gave me life. And Mike’s love and trust being El’s power supply was so satisfying and consistent and beautiful. And Max and Lucas being probably the healthiest and most mature couple of the lot. 

Yeah, can you tell I’m disappointed and angry? Now I don’t really have expectations for S5. But hopefully the only way is up. *fingers crossed*

[sanstropfremir]

So, naturally, someone has to ask you about onlyoneof's comeback. The whole thing has me incredibly confused. Firstly 8 songs were teased but only 4 released? Is this album actually supposed to be a prerelease? And then conceptually....the teasers weren't very coherent and the mv and song are just so strangly detached from each other? To be fair libido was also detached but the mv was coherent with itself while the skinz mv feels like it didn't have a core direction. The tech opening was great but then the pov section hit and just....idk the whole thing lost its plot. I will say the what I've seen of the choreo fits the song well, I just don't get how something that was openly a libido sequel felt so off when the material was right there.

I loved the outfits for the first stage, junji's jacket was fantastic. Someone said they were serving second gen and while I don't think they went that far I do love the copious and copiously cheap leather. I'm certain they'll release another guilty pleasure version that's just the choreo and I really wanna see the whole dance.

I love the three bsides we got I'm just so beyond confused on how they straight up dropped only half of the tracklist. That and the MV being super cheap genuinely made me wonder if the full comeback hasn't actually happened yet but there's just no news of anything like that so...??????

I actually do like skinz in the same way I liked libido- neither song appealed to me at ALL at first but infinite's the chaser made me make a two listen rule because I also somehow hated that song on first listen. On second listen...the 10 seconds of opening with the guitar that fades into the instrumental is SICK. I wish the guitar was more present in the song other than little pop ups here and there. It's def a weird song and the weakest of the 4 we got but also feels very derived from libido and sage. I think it could've been a great noise music song and I can hear what they were trying to do with it I just can't figure out if it's too empty or too crowded.

What are your thoughts?

oh this is so long! thank you!!

yea the whole comeback has been a bit scattered but honestly i think it's probably a money thing more than anything else. we know they are actually capable of doing full scale concepts since all their previous cbs have been more typical; i suspect they really took a hit domestically with libido and the fact that they doubled down instead of switching concepts to something that was less socially 'risque'. it's obviously a gamble they were willing to make in order to be their weird little indie boy selves and i applaud them for it. they've clearly got enough support to keep the lights on and if that lets them keep making music than i'll take some sacrifices.

as far as the mv goes, i don't actually mind it? well, i do mind it, but let me explain. i hate watching it because pov type stuff skeeves me the fuck out, but i also think they did that on purpose. the fact that they likely had a much smaller budget this time around means that they had to do some very creative problem solving to get a cohesive mv, and this is a perfect example of limitations breeding creativity. i think they're playing at something really interesting by reaching into the space of the whole voyeuristc fan experience and superimposing it with a 'storyline'/such obvious inter-group connections. although libido was decidedly western tinted, it still fell within the production standards of what we expect from a kpop mv. despite there being a rise in 'authentic' content from idols, there's usually a very clear distinction between 'performance' work and 'extra content', of which we see a visual distinction that usually comes down to things like rehearsal/casual clothes, tech quality, filming locations, etc. so even though the skinz mv ticks all the boxes of being easy-to-film cheap casual content, i don't actually think it is. there's a couple of really good vfx shots, there's two different aspect ratios, a lot of the shots are very purposefully framed, and the pov aspect, obviously. the fact that they all get into a company car but there's not a manager driving, and there's no accidental shots of staff at all, which all tell me this was a storyboarded and intentional mv. because of the high standard of production, a kpop mv presents an idol as a 'character' in a sense; they aren't wearing clothing they would usually wearing, they're in an artificial setting, and they aren't really 'acting' like themselves either. they're dressing up for work, yanno? customer service face etc. so by purposefully breaking the clearest visual boundary between 'work' and 'casual', skinz is directly questioning those boundaries. where exactly is the line between what's 'performance' and what isn't? how much do we see as fans and who are we to tell if what we're seeing is 'real' or not? it's a really interesting mv concept. not entirely sure it was totally successful, but it got there for me.

it is annoying that they only dropped half the tracklist and it is 100% my villain origin story but addy (@hoforwonho) told me that re-bido was a cd exclusive, which makes me think that the rest of them are as well. and i don't blame them for trying to drum up money any way they can. i'm just glad gaslighting was in the tracks they dropped for streaming because it was the one i was most excited about from the previews and it fucks supremely. ultimate bliss is also really good but gaslighing is my fave by far.

in terms of the actual title track itself, i LOVE the guitar and i think the instrumental has good bones but i don't like the vocal line (not the people, the actual melody+lyrics+arrangement) at all. i think where you're getting the too empty/too crowded from is that the vocals are doing a LOT and the instrumental is kinda bare under the guitar riff, but they're not working together at all. it bothers me less in the studio recording but the chaos is really obvious in the performances. i think i can see where they wanted it to go but it didn't make it all the way there for me, even if i can understand why it was meant to be offputting.

[starburstdragon]

BNHA Class 1-A Hero Costume Review (Part 1?)

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In which I review the first 10 of 1-A’s hero costumes from the BNHA anime by seat order and based on 2 criteria:

1. How practical do I think it is

2. How good do I personally think it looks

If this gets a good response I might do more idk. Real post under cut out of courtesy because y’all don’t need to scroll for 30 years

Seat 1: Yuga Aoyama

The armor is a practical thought for an occupation where you could experience anything from “guy with knife” to “someone is throwing you through multiple buildings at once”, but the execution leaves something to be desired in that department. However, the way the armor augments his quirk and also just generally looks fucking slaps. I would want the cape to be more golden rather than blue, if I were going to keep it (Edna Mode has a point, but it does suit him) for a bit of cohesion between it and the accents on the armor, or I would had some more blue accents on the armor. The glasses do not work in the slightest and would require a complete reworking in order for me to even consider the possibility

Seat 2: Mina Ashido

The colors work really well for her, in my opinion, and the boots are both cute and practical. However, the vest does not do enough to bring interest to the outfit’s silhouette for me, and the lack of chest support makes it look incredibly uncomfortable to perform activities in. Exposing her chest like that also makes me worry more about people bringing knives. Overall, I would suggest turning her main one piece into pants and a top that at least has something over her shoulders to help provide physical support.

Seat 3: Tsuyu Asui

The colors are good and the color blocking works well. Honestly, the primary issue I have here (which I also have with Mina’s design, but I had more to talk about there) is that the art itself is misrepresenting how a skin tight outfit of this sort would look-- it looks like a pocket was made in the outfit for her chest, which would be impractical. If you look up women in wetsuits (which is what I assume this is) even the ones posing to be sexier have less prominent chests than this because the wetsuit provides support and a certain amount of streamlining to the figure. Other skin tight outfits would look similar irl.

Seat 4: Tenya Ida

Considering the speeds this guy is going at, an outfit like this that provides higher defense without compromising his ability to move is incredibly practical. Obviously cannot protect against a well aimed knife, even with the helmet he is sometimes shown wearing, but does a much better job than most of his classmates’ costumes. My primary concern with the practicality is the friction that might be put on his shoes when he’s using his quirk, which could be resolved with heelies or skates. Also the colors are well unified and none of them are ugly.

Seat 5: Ochaco Uraraka

The colors and the positions thereof are cute and she’s not wearing gloves that would negatively impact her quirk use but you can see her belly button through the outfit. I am appalled. Literally just erase the shadow indicating her belly button and it would be good.

Seat 6: Mashirao Ojiro

His outfit is fine for the type of combat he focuses on and the little ruff on the one part of his shirt is cute but it’s not really all that distinctive. I am not a martial artist so I don’t really have any solid suggestions on what could be done to make it look flashier while maintaining its practicality but I think if the pattern from the boots showed up a few other places on the outfit thatd look neat

Seat 7: Denki Kaminari

I love him dearly but he looks like if someone got hired to design a yugioh character but only knew how to draw normal people clothes

Seat 8: Eijro Kirishima

The red could be redder in some places but that’s a nitpick. Honestly I get that his quirk is basically innate armor but that’s no reason to tempt fate, put on a shirt. Either someone is going to stab him in the back when he isn’t looking or he’s going to get a sunburn.

Seat 9: Koji Koda

He is dressed like ketchup and mustard I am sorry. Also I think he is going to skin his knees. Also also the pattern on his shirt is worrying to me

Seat 10: Rikido Sato

He is also dressed like a mustard, and also a skin tight suit would not work that way. I am sobbing into my hands Horikoshi

[purpleyellow]

Don’t trip

NCT 22nd member / Dream 8th member

Bee’s Masterlist

“Bee gets hurt during a concert” Thanks to the anon who requested this!!

a/n: I think this could be more dramatic but if I’m honest with you, I like the way it came out. Don’t be shy and interact a little, ask box is always open. Any kind of feedback will be very appreciated💛

It didn’t make much sense to Bee when the stylists decided to give her black heeled boots for one of the Dream Show concerts when she had perfectly performed in the previous days with her usual platforms and sneakers with an obnoxious amount of sole.

It’s not that she didn’t know how to wear heels, on the contrary, being the tiny person she was, she had gotten used to dance in them for award shows and quick performances. But thinking about the hoverboards and excessive jumping off things they did during the concert, she felt uneasy about doing them without as stable shoes.

Talking about it to one of the stylists, the older woman brushed her off. “We thought you would look more mature in them, I’m sure you won’t have much problem with it. You’re lead dancer after all, aren’t you?”

Bee agreed with her, still a bit uneasy about the situation, she considered talking about it with one of the managers around, yet the fear of being an annoyance kept her silent. She would only wear them for the first two parts of the concert anyway, after they got out of the fancy costumes and put on the shirts and jeans she would be able to wear sneakers again.

Chenle stood next to her and furrowed his eyebrows “Why did they give you fancy shoes if you’re as tall as you were with the other ones?”

“I don’t know” She mumbled shrugging her shoulders “At least they’re fancy” Side hugging her, he led them to where the rest of the dreamies were getting their mic packs to go on stage. 

The first few sets went by without much trouble, Bee tried her best to dance naturally and even managed to forget about the boots at some point. Although, she was more cautious when jumping around since she felt the floor more slippery than before.

When they went for outfits change the girl felt a little relieved she could get comfortable again, but the stylist handed her a pair of white boots with even bigger heels. Unfortunately, she didn’t have time to argue, and when Bee talked briefly with her manager, he only gave her an encouraging pat on the back and urged her to stand in place.

Walking next to Renjun, the boy raised an eyebrow as she fumbled with her in-ears. 

“Is everything okay?” He asked her standing on the marked spot and watching Haechan and Jisung going on stage first.

“Yeah, I’m just a little worried about the turns,” She told him remembering the choreography, mentally cursing at herself for not practicing it in different shoes before.

“Isn’t there some way she can change her shoes?” Renjun asked a nearby staff, also a little worried something could go wrong, but all he got as a response was a no. 

The cheers increased again as Jeno, Jaemin, and Chenle went on stage and the girl tried standing on her tippy toes.

“Just change the choreography,” Renjun told her.

“But I’m supposed to be mirroring you” Bee frowned, not wanting to make things different because of an inconvenience.

“I know, just make it look cohesive and no one will mind. Really, if you don’t think you can do it then change it” As he spoke, the staff urged them on stage, the song slowed down relatively as they went out, going from hip-hop to contemporary.

The girl took a deep breath and started doing the movements like she had learned them but when it came to the end of the set, she couldn’t think of anything interesting enough to do. So feeling less than confident, she jumped in the air as an attempt of completing a spin. 

The jump went fine, her arms elongating the move beautifully, but when it came to the landing, her left foot touched the floor sooner than anticipated, making her lose her balance and, as an unconscious attempt to soften the crash, she landed with all her weight on her right knee.

With the rest of the boys walking near them to finish the dance routine together, Haechan was the closest to her and he reached out to help her get up with a hand on her arm. Taking the first step to her position, Bee felt a shock of pain burst through her right knee, making her stumble a little in his hold. 

Sucking it up so it wouldn’t be so noticeable, she out herself together and walked to her spot, making a lot of effort so she wouldn’t limp while dancing to the rest of the song, occasionally feeling one of the boys staring at her worriedly. 

After the song ended, they jumped straight into the next one and the girl noticed how it wasn’t hurting as much as before yet she was sure once the adrenaline from the concert wore off, it would hurt ten times more and she would have to heavily ice her knee for it to get better quickly.

Trying her best not to limp too much, Bee pushed through until they had a break to interact with the fans, using that time to rest on her left leg and not move too much.

Moving his mic from his mouth, Renjun approached to talk to her “Is it hurting too much?” he asked and she nodded leaning her weight on him but hiding it with a side hug to not worry people too much.

After she answered him, Renjun turned to Jeno, who had been watching them from the other side of the stage, and gave him a thumbs-up, sending the older running backstage.

“What’s he doing?” Bee asked him, moving her microphone as well but didn’t get a response back.

Instead, she stood next to him and watched the boys talking. Two minutes later, when Jisung was the one speaking, Jeno came back running with her usual white sneakers in hand, making the girl sigh in relief, Bee had to fight back a smile when the fans started cheering even though they probably didn’t know half of what was going on.

Kneeling in front of her, Jeno set the shoes down and started unzipping her boot. “I can’t do it, get up,” She said loud enough that her mic picked it up making some nctzens laugh.

Looking at the audience with an annoyed face, Jeno rolled his eyes exagedarily and went back to change her shoes.

“And that my friends, it’s a gentleman,” Haechan said extending his arms to them and adding to the entertainment of the fans.

Patting her foot once he was done, Jeno got up and Bee thanked him with a smile, picking up the boots from the ground and handing them to a staff member who had run on stage. Even though her knee was still slightly hurting, she was glad she didn’t have to deal with the shoes from hell anymore.

Going down for the last change of costumes, the girl noticed how the stylist didn’t look her way at all, but since she would only wear a white skirt with the standard black shirt from the concert, Bee didn’t really need her presence. Yet, she still felt bad for not following the woman’s wishes. 

“Jeno said she wasn’t willing to give away your sneakers that easily, but since he had to be on stage one of the managers pressured her to give them to him,” Jisung said sitting next to her as they waited for the rest of them to be ready. A makeup artist coming close to dry some sweat off of his neck.

“I should apologize to her” Bee mumble and Jaemin approached them.

“You’re acting like you couldn’t have gotten seriously hurt today,” He said untangling his in ears and softly kicking her knee with his foot “That fall looked bad, is it hurting?”

“Just a little” She nodded as someone screamed for them to head back on stage, getting up from her chair, Bee felt that the pain had increased, probably from the minute she spent cooling down. Wincing and leaning her weight on her left leg, she made both boys arch an eyebrow at her “Okay, maybe it’s worse than I thought”

“Arg, Yun-hee. We can’t take you anywhere” Jaemin said with fake annoyance and crouched down in front of her, gesturing for a piggyback ride. 

“I should walk there to warm up again. The show isn’t over you know” Bee smiled patting his back and Jaemin huffed getting up.

“I talked with the staff, they’re putting a stool for you to sit on for the rest of the performance” Renjun spoke as the group got together on the hallway.

“They don’t have to, I can pull off the rest of the concert, it’s almost done, anyways,” The girl said, not because she didn’t want to seem incapable, but because she didn’t want to make people more worried.

“You’re limping right now, do you seriously think you can do it?” Haechan pointed out and walked in front of her, doing the same thing Jaemin had done a minute ago.

“Been there, done that, she’s not accepting piggyback rides” The pink-haired boy said with monotony.  

“I almost fought with the stylist for your shoes, you’re sitting in the stool,” Jeno said uncharacteristically serious putting an end to the argument and dragging them to the stage.

Sitting on the stool, the girl tried her hardest not to pout as the boys walked around the stage. She felt even more stupid since they weren’t even dancing to the songs playing, so as an attempt of entertaining herself, she got off the chair and dragged it closer to the edge of the stage, opting to interacting with the fans there instead of sulking.

[rumor-imbris]

Hello, Lady Connor! I want to ask out of unbearable, suffocating curiosity in my heart, even though in the previous post you already said to not mention "that certain comic". Could you please enlighten me about your view on that comic and what you despise about it? I would love to read your detailed thoughts about it even if just once. But if this is too triggering for you, I'm truly sorry for your discomfort and you don't need to answer it.

Hello, dear Anon and welcome ^-^ It's weird you naturally called me Lady Connor, as usually only my little fairy @giuliettaluce does. Well, I guess her magic put a spell on everybody here!!

If you really care to know, I'll answer, but brace yourself, it's going to be very long, almost an essay, because I can be very detailed about that comic being a failure in its every part. There's so much to say. You're right, as I mentioned before, it can trigger me, but I have attentively analized it and I know it makes not a single atom of sense. So nothing can actually bother me that much, don't worry ^_-

First of all, my general consideration of the AC Reflections comic issue #4, (yeah, that thing -.-) is that of a mere attempt to desperately make Bayek's remote vision through Senu's eyes a canon feature. It was created and published in 2017, the same year AC Origins was released and yes, they needed an excuse to make believe Connor's alleged daughter inherited a skill someone (who isn't even their direct ancestor!!) that lived 1700 years ago in ancient Egypt had! OMG, this should be funny enough, but I'll go on. Also, I think it was likely a carelessly arranged way to satisfy those AC3 fans demanding a "happy ending" for unlucky Connor (quite 5 years later, of course).

I'll better go step by step to figure out where to start from, seriously.

1) In the comic, when Otso Berg opens the file related to Connor, the scene is set in "1796: Upstate New York." Now this is chronologically and spacially incoherent and illogical. We see Connor still wears his assassin outfit in it, right? According to AC Initiates (2012) in 1804 Connor invites the Dominican assassin Eseosa at the Davenport homestead to provide him some advices and further training as he's involved in the leading of the Haitian Revolution. That's a really cool character, read about him, if you want!

So, until then Connor is still an assassin, probably the mentor (by now) of the Colonial Brotherhood. He still runs the homestead and he still commands the Aquila, I guess, he's the captain still. I calculated the distance between the homestead and the then upper NY frontier territories is approximately 260 miles (quite far nowadays with cars and planes as well). Then, why the hell should he have a family located in the forest upstate NY? It sounds very unconfortable to run back and forth to reach them and go back to take care of all the Brotherhood matters, doesn't it? Unless he knew about teleportation!!! Also, wow, he lives all alone in a nice massive villa with all the comforts of that time while his children and wife still live in a Native village constantly menaced by settlers wanting to steal their land? Beside the fact that Connor, at least in my point of view, seemed at last very familiar with european way of living by the end of the game, this leads us to the next point.

2) By the time the game and the comic are set (second half of 18th century), most of the East Coast Native tribes were facing the tragic and forced migration to western and northern territories (mostly towards Canada, protected by the British) because of all the consequences of the Revolutionary War (lost territories, failed alliances, settlers advancing and buying their lands and so on). So tells us history, unfortunately. It's a fact. And this is wisely showed to us in the AC3 main game when, after all the Kanien'kehá:ka tribes had left the territory around Connor's village (yes, even those near New York, to be clear) even Connor's own tribe at last migrates west, leaving an empty ghost village. They had remained all along to protect the secret temple, but in the end they as well were forced to leave. So, to me it's highly improbable that in upstate NY, one could still find a tribe and even if so, that Connor would let his family live there and risk their safety everyday.

3) The whole comic plot revolves around the fact that Io:nhiòte has a "special gift"... She inexplicably knows how to read the ground and find animal traces, she also can perform a perfect twisted acrobatic flip in the air and land unharmed to the ground. Do we know why? No, don't ask! xD She simply knows U.U, even if right after the next scene she slips and falls miserably down a cliff xD, but... ok!! Beside that, when Connor is far away to search for some water and is about to be attacked by a wolf hidden in the grass nearby, she sees the whole scene from the eyes of an eagle flying in the sky above her. As I said before, this reminds us of Bayek's (never clearly explained) ability to see through his eagle Senu's eyes and spot dangers and enemies. Now can you tell me why the hell this little girl has super powers and a skill Bayek had? As I said, they are not even directely related, as Bayek is not one of Desmond Miles' ancestor, we know him simply because Layla's new Animus is magical and can inexplicably read fragmented DNA from people who died a thousand years ago (it can also prepair coffee, I think!). So, where did she get that from? Magic? Mysteries of life? Convenient improbable connections for marketing's sake? We'll never know and you should simply accept that and ask no question!

4) From her height, way of speaking/moving/running, I assume Io:nhiòte is at least 8 years old, 8 - 9 minimum. She's the youngest of three siblings, who must be at least two years older than her and than each other (according to a human woman pregnancy timing!). If the comic events are set 12 years after the main game ending (1784, when Connor also starts to train the young ex-slave Patience Gibbs, arriving at the Davenport homestead with Aveline De Grandpré, according to AC IV Black Flag bonus mission with Aveline), so, this means that in that same year Connor must have found hastily the love of his life in a Native village (as if he was easy to open himself with other people after all he's been through), married her, impregnated her and seen her give birth to their first child, all in the same year when (let's not foget! xD) he still is the leader of the Colonial Assassin Brotherhood at the Davenport homestead training novices. Now, this may even be possible humanly speaking, (well, if you force the things a bit and hurry up!) but highly unlikely to happen!! xD

These are the main problems affecting the logic of the comic in my opinion, the points making its foundations crumble apart. Though I'm sure there are many little others to point out, such as Otso Berg "opening" Connor's files... like what? Where did those data come out from? I remember playing AC IV Black Flag and uncovering a file where Abstergo researchers themselves closed access to his memories as there was "nothing appealing to this character anymore"! So, if no more researches were conducted on him since 2013, where did Mr Berg magically or conveniently discovered such data in 2017?

Or... do we want to talk about the cover? It shows Connor in the spirit outfit from the Tyranny of King Washington DLC, which has apparently nothing to do with the comic, since it is set in his present day and he wears his assassin standard robe. Now, I think that can be either a simple marketing choice to make the comic more appealing, as... well, that cover is so cool, let's admit that, or maybe the subtle suggestion that the events told in it are just a parallel Disney-like reality and are not to be considered true at all! xD i don't know, maybe both explanations are right.

I'm sure that the deeper i dig, the more nothing rational I'll find!

If you played the old games, if you know well the franchise and its lore, the true, good, old AC lore, you definitely realize by yourself how that comic is useless and senseless.

This doesn't mean I do not wish an "happy ending" for Connor. But I'd rather accept something coherent with the main game events and AC chronology. Also, it doesn't necessarily needs to be a "happy" ending, as they conveniently created to please complaining fans. I wished for something real... coherent with his personality, acquired life-style and endless sense of duty and values.

Maybe that's what pushed me to write my FanFic novel in the first place, after all... To give him MY OWN cohesive ending, including my love, for love is always needed, I guess.

I'm so sorry if the answer took this long in time and words, but you were warned! ^w^

Though, thank you... Seriously, thank you so much for asking. You made me reflect once more about this matter.

Come visit me again, if you want. Take care

- Rumor Imbris 🦋

P.S. Oh, and if you're interested, this is my "jelousy song", for when things like this trigger my inner witch!! xD

[legalvinyl]

An Electrifying Blues Performance by Rock Veterans The Black Crowes

After being delayed for well over a year following the heavily influential covid outbreak, last Saturday’s performance by the Black Crowes proved that live music is back and possibly even better than ever.  I arrived at the show more than two hours in advance and was surprised to see the main parking lot fully packed already, people happily throwing frisbees and sandbags for cornhole as the radiant sun gently settled down into the horizon on a beautiful late-summer night in Homdel, New Jersey.  Even the auxiliary parking lot was packed with most of the same tailgating affairs, this time with the sweet smell of barbecues cooking American favorites along a line in the back of the lot.  The energy was great; a fairly old crowd for a young 20-year-old to be around, but still a lot of positivity and appreciation for a show that, at one time at least, looked like it would never actually happen.

I could hear music already as I descended the stairs of the shuttle bus, which was merely a school bus with an outfitted stereo blasting classic 80’s jams, and it had that warm, saturated classic rock tone that reminded me of all the concerts from the 60’s that I’d never been able to see personally but adored watching in retrospect on YouTube.  PNC Arts Center was just getting warmed up however, and although I thought the opening act, Dirty Honey, did a great job setting the mood and getting the groove going, they were no match for the ‘Crowes, who really couldn’t be beat that night anyways.  

Dirty Honey’s setup was demarcated by a big banner proudly displaying their name, separating the stage into a smaller section with all the instruments near the front, but it was obvious that there was a lot more going on behind that screen.  I was especially interested, being a guitar player myself, at the interesting mix of amplifiers that peaked out around the sides.  Oranges, Voxes, a Magnatone stack-I’ll stop there before I geek out too much.  Dirty Honey’s guitar player had a classic Marshall stack, and I was right in the direction of his amp so I could hear all that glorious cranked up sound not just through the coloring PA monitors.  The rest of the band was tight, too, and played with a certain bravado and confidence that made them seem as if they’ve been performing effortlessly for years.  They had a very Aerosmith-meets-Guns N Roses sound, and it kept enough of the bluesy theme for the band to follow without becoming repetitive or too contrived.

The Black Crowe’s came out to an old-school, wild-west bar scene toward the back left-side of the stage.  Looking collected and totally in the zone, the band swung their prop drinks in the air and made out like they were having a grand old time.  Like old friends uniting at their favorite old bar spot after a day of motorcycling across the vast American west.  One member slinks off behind the bar and appears in the next moment with a guitar in his hand, strumming a proud opening guitar riff to the song Twice As Hard.  After a few phrases, the rest of the band appears at their positions having grabbed all their necessary tools from roadies obscured to the side of the stage, and they jump into the first track.  They immediately sound great as a band, with a tight rhythm section led primarily by the drummer’s commanding right foot, but the mix leaves something to be desired; luckily, all the sliders on the mixing board are sorted before the end of the first song, and the sound remains great throughout the rest of their performance allowing the talented musicians to really leave an individualistic impression on a classic, blues-based collage of tracks.  The band plays through the entirety of their hit album, Shake Your Money Maker, and no song goes without clapping and applause.  By the third track every band member is really in the groove, and you can tell that they were having a great time, as well, as they looked at each other during dynamics and solos in little nods of approval.  

The Black Crowe’s are led by two brothers, Chris and Rich Robinson, and as is often the case with brothers in a rock band, they’ve had their rough patches in the band’s history.  But absolutely no hint of animosity was present in the show.  In fact, Chris took a moment to celebrate his brother’s birthday which happened to be on the day of the concert, and Rich seemed like he was celebrating his birthday in his favorite fashion-rocking out and picking up good vibes from the audience.  I loved how the band managed to alter their tone throughout the show even though they played a majority of songs from only one record that has one particular sound.  The two guitarists switched amps and guitars throughout, but always managed to sound balanced and rich in texture.  Chris’s vocals sounded great, as well, and he barely relied on his two backup singers who spent a good portion of the show dancing rather than trying to fill in or take the burden off the vocal section.  Chris sounded lively and energetic, and he moved around the stage like a true classic rock singer who knows they must be as entertaining as they sound in order to convey the true spirit of a rock performance.  I would also be remiss without mentioning how great the lead guitarist, Isaiah Mitchell played all night long.  As a longtime fan of strong lead players like Mick Taylor, his sound and techniques, whether playing with a pick, using a slide or picking with his fingers celebrated the spirit of fantastic guitarists like Mick, and I felt that this was the closest I would ever get to hearing a true masterful lead player in person, something I was especially blown away by considering how little recognition Isaiah gets as a player in the guitar community.  He could’ve blown Clapton off the stage that night and trust me I would never say that about an amateur player.

With enough hit songs in the setlist to catch the ears of even the most casual fans in conjunction with some hand-picked favorites that only dedicated fans would know, The Black Crowes performed a fantastic show with plenty of tonal and rhythmic variety to keep things interesting despite the heavy blues focus.  Given their age, every band member brought considerable energy and vivacity to this performance, and I’d be shocked if they could perform better than this on another tour date that will bring them all the way from the American west coast to Europe later this fall.  If you’re lucky enough to catch them on a later tour date, I highly recommend going and even urge you to consider picking an upscale seat as it’ll allow you to appreciate the finer details of their cohesive and masterful mix of good-old, blues-based rock n’ roll.

[amphtaminedreams]

Farewell to Spooky Season, AHS Style: Lookbook no.12

Hi to anyone reading,

Happy belated Halloween!

I capitalise it because if I'm gonna recognise any day as sacred, it’s the spookiest one of the year! Halloween 2020 obviously hasn’t been as exciting as usual, parties and club nights being banned has meant there’s been far less opportunities to dress up, but I still managed to get out for the night before they announced the upcoming second lockdown and do a couple of spooky movie nights (and carve a pumpkin!)!

I originally intended for this lookbook to be last minute halloween costume inspo but I was lazy and didn’t manage to get it out on time-a lot of these looks minus the makeup and maybe an accessory or two could work on any day or night out so I thought I’d go ahead and post it now anyway. Celebrating the fashion moments of American Horror Story is something I’ve wanted to do for a while; it’s probably not the first show you’d think of for sartorial inspiration but Mr. Ryan Murphy has fucking fantastic taste in stylists and the first five seasons of AHS in particular, which I’ll be focussing on in this post, have given us SO many amazing looks. The man may be guilty of many things-subjecting us to the character of Will Schuester, trying to turn Richard Ramirez into a thirst trap, embarrassing everyone who raved about how good Scream Queens was when he wrote season 2-but costume related laziness is not one of them. We see more consistency in a Ryan Murphy character’s wardrobe than we do in their story arcs and I respect that because honestly, as much as I love joining in when it comes to ripping into his ability to cohesively bring an AHS season to a close when it airs, I’d probably be the same; if you put Lady Gaga in front of me and told me to write her lines I’d probably end up getting overly invested in what her character was going to be wearing in the scene too. 

So! Enough Ryan Murphy bashing from me! I’ll get on with it! Starting with 3 season 1 inspired looks:

Murder House: Elizabeth Short, Tate Langdon and Violet Harmon

-striped jumper from caitlinlark on Depop, kick flare jeans from ellagray-

When it comes to reflecting on season 1 of American Horror Story, all I can say do is thank the internet overlords that Tumblr has moved on from the romanticising school shooters and wearing normal people scare me tops phase to instead collectively taking the piss out of the “GO AWAY, TATE!”, “YOU’RE ALL THAT I WANTTT! YOU’RE ALL THAT I HAVEEE!” exchange. 

In terms of fashion *moments*, whilst season 1 doesn’t stand out as much as the seasons that come after, Violet and Tate’s wardrobes did give birth to a bit of a 90s grunge renaissance with their oversized knits and faded jeans and layering of textures. It did also give us good costumes in the form of Alexandra Breckenridge’s Moira O’Hara and Mena Suvari’s portrayal of the Black Dahlia, Elizabeth Short; unfortunately, I didn’t have a slutty maid costume lying around so I did the best I could at giving the outfit Elizabeth wears when she makes that fateful visit to the Murder House a modern, more party appropriate update.

In terms of season rankings, Murder House isn’t my favourite. It starts off really great but lulls a bit towards the end and I could never get behind Violet and Tate as a couple because you know, one of them is a school shooter who sexually assaults the other’s mum, and that’s a hurdle that I think most couples might struggle to get over irl. That being said, it was the season that started it all and showcased some of the most innovative writing and directing on TV, and it opened up a spot for horror on primetime television which as far as I know was kind of unheard of before then. Back when I first watched it, I had no idea what to expect not only because I’d never seen horror in a serial format but also because it seemed to be able to get away with the kind of storylines you’d expect network executives to fire people over. It introduced us to Jessica Lange and Sarah Paulson and Evan Peters and Denis O’Hare who would go on to make the show what it is today and more importantly, through Jessica’s glorious portrayal of Constance Langdon, provide us with an endlessly versatile meme format for this trying time.

Asylum: ‘60s Lana Winters, ‘70s Lana Winters, and Sister Mary Eunice McKee

-afghan coat from louisemarcella on Depop, red AA skater dress from julietramage, pink gingham co-ord from zshamim-

I think we can all agree: Asylum would’ve been a perfect series of television if it wasn’t for the completely unnecessary alien storyline. Like, I get that they fit in with the whole good vs. evil theme as a kind of non-biblical alternative to the idea of a higher, all-powerful being but there was already so much going on that it just wasn’t needed. Aside from that, I think the general consensus amongst watchers of the show is that Asylum has the best writing of any season and I think I’d tend to agree. It’s not my favourite because it’s too depressing to rewatch but if we’re talking the first time round, this is the series that had me hooked. Lana Winters?

Iconic. 

Sister Mary Eunice? Iconic. The Name Game? Iconic. Remember when you couldn’t go a day on Facebook without seeing that one photo of Naomi Grossman as Pepper used as the go to “what I really look like” photo in one of those “expectation vs. reality” style posts on your newsfeed? Those were simpler times.

Because this season was mostly situated within the hospital, we didn’t get that many proper outfits but when we did, they were stunning; if I had to state my absolute favourite AHS character of the entire show I’d probably go with Lana Winters and the part her wardrobe played in her characterisation would 100% play a part in that. The late 60s/early 70s was such a wonderful period for fashion and through her character we get to see both of those explored a little. Of course there’s also *that* Sister Mary Eunice scene with the red slip dress and suspenders too which yes, could be a perfect halloween costume, but I also strongly believe should be a perfectly acceptable outfit for any day of the year. 

Coven: Misty Day, Madison Montgomery, and Zoe Benson

-chiffon dress from rags_to_riches on Depop, pinstripe corset from hanpiercey, and tennis skirt from mollie_morton-

I hate to be a basic bitch but I have to say it: Coven is my favourite season of American Horror Story. Once you get over the complete waste of Evan Peters’ acting capabilities that resulted from the *choice* to have him play Kyle, the unnecessary rehash of the Evan/Taissa pairing from season 1 in what I can only assume was an attempt to capitalise on the popularity of the questionable Tate/Violet relationship, and the subsequent sacrifice of any interesting character arc we could’ve foreseen for Zoe Benson beyond her obsessing over a resurrected, non-verbal frat boy, it’s a perfect season. A supreme (heh) balance of horror, humour, and character drama, as well as the stunning aesthetics and forever quotable dialogue, make it my go-to season if I’m ever considering a rewatch. And if you disagree, let me jog your memory with the most mainstream (not to get all “normal people scare me” and suggest AHS is not a mainstream show, I literally just mean in the sense that even those who have never watched the show will have seen this)  reaction GIF set any FX show has even spawned:

Buzzfeed employees had a field day, Emma Roberts enthusiasts (I mean me) finally saw her cemented as the pop culture icon Scream Queens has since showed us she deserves to be (because not enough people have seen Unfabulous, Nancy Drew or Scream 4) and the gays everywhere rejoiced at the year’s worth of meme fodder they’d been provided with. It was Madison Montgomery’s world and we were truly just living in it.

And the fashion! I mean, Stevie Nicks meets 21st century teenage witches! Come on! 

Freakshow: Dandy Mott, Maggie Esmerelda and Elsa Mars

-olive green satin skirt from morganogle on Depop, headscarf from tonijordan, platform sandals from elliefewt, PVC skirt from bethpin_, corset top from sadieflinter, beret from house_of_erotique, flame detail platform boots from mad_rags_vintage-

When people talk about the declining quality of AHS, they usually point to Freakshow as the beginning of the end, but I have to completely disagree. I wasn’t a fan the first time round but on rewatch it’s probably the most emotional season of them all; no, there aren’t as many “horrifying” moments as in other seasons and Elsa is probably Jessica’s worst performance (which is still an incredible one by anybody else’s standards), however it makes up for it with the most sympathetic bunch of characters yet, and on the flip side, also one of the most amusingly depraved with Finn Wittrock’s Dandy Mott. Fans usually argue that the season went downhill once *SPOILER* Twisty the Clown was killed off but for me, he really primarily served as the catalyst for the far more interesting devolution of Dandy, who, imo, is the show’s strongest villain to date, rivalled only by Bloody Face. Then there was the episode Orphans too which made me cry buckets, the sole AHS episode to do so. 

We got a lot of great fashion content in this season too: the theatrical opulence of Elsa Mars’ wardrobe, “Maggie”’s nomadic fortune teller costumes, and all those twee suits we saw Finn Wittrock in. Highly underrated if you ask me. It seems an odd choice for me to use Elsa’s Dominatrix look as an inspiration for one of my looks here when we have that Life on Mars performance outfit and all the extravagant robes Jessica got to waltz around in for reference buuuut I didn’t really have anything to do the vibrancy of either of those justice so I went with the black leather option which is much more me. Am I saying I moonlight as a dominatrix? Maybe. Lol, no. I wish. It’s not for lack of trying. WHERE ARE ALL THE GENUINE TWITTER PAYPIGS AT!? Your girl wants to insult creepy men and get some new clothes out of it xoxo

Hotel: Hypodermic Sally, Liz Taylor, and The Countess

-silk white bralet from xlibby_maix on Depop-

Hotel is another season that I liked a lottttt more upon rewatch, once I knew I was okay to tune out the (completely predictable and utterly nonsensical) Ten Commandments Killer storyline that so much of the season initially seems to hinge on. I love Chloë Sevigny but the fact that her and Wes Bentley’s wooden John and Alex Lowe are positioned as the protagonists at the expense of the far more interesting Liz Taylor, James March and Hypodermic Sally really does a disservice to what is an otherwise great season upon initial viewing.

The visuals this season are magnificent and I think if I had to pick one character’s wardrobe to steal from the entire cast of AHS characters, it would be The Countess (a toss up between her and Misty Day tbh, so I kinda just settle for low-key channelling both). No fucking idea where I'd wear any of her clothes to but I’d make it work. Liz Taylor and Hypodermic Sally have some amazing looks too-there’s just honestly so much to choose from; that being said, this post wouldn’t be complete without a specific ode to the vampire goddess Elizabeth Bathory, who is everything I want to be in life minus the murderous qualities:

Everything. EVER-Y-THING. LOOK AT HER!

Lady Gaga is really a fucking goddess isn’t she. And people were claiming before they’d even seen it that she couldn’t act? A patriarchal society doesn’t like women that can do it all. Just saying. 

Anyways!

That’s it for now! I hope you enjoyed the post if you did read til the end! Sorry I couldn’t get this out before Halloween, I was typing and Picmonkey-ing madly from 2 in the afternoon on the 31st but I taking fucking forever to get ready and had to abandon all hope of getting it out on the day by 4PM. I’ve got so much content planned and it sucks because a couple of them are lookbooks which now feel completely redundant given we’re heading into a second lockdown, but maybe I should just do it anyway? The grunge inspired moodboard I just did seemed to get a good reception too so I’ve got some more of them planned. 

As always, hope everyone is keeping well, and feel free to inbox me with any suggestions, queries or even just to say hi if you need someone to talk to! I check here quite a lot so I should see it. Lots of love to everyone in this time!

Lauren x

[sweetwritertanya]

Sing With You

Summary: You were a new solo artist that was climbing up in the music industry. At a charity concert, you end up being a guest artist alongside many others, including BTS. What happens when you run into Jungkook, who was also your biggest crush?

Warnings: FLUFF. This is the tamest fluff I have writing in a while.

REQUESTED: yes! My first request :)

Word Count: 1723

It was a cold morning as you snuggled even more into your soft fluffy sweater, the hood covering your hair and almost falling above your eyes, shielding you from the wind blowing. You loved your job, you truly did, but on days like this, when you had arrived from the airport mere hours ago, feeling tired and grumpy, but still had to go and make the arrangements and sound check for the concert you had tonight, you envied the people who worked normal hours.

Sighing, seeing your hot breath fog in front of your face, you tried to think of your fans in order to keep going. They were anticipating your performance tonight, and they were the reason you could make music your career, something you never dreamed of. You could not disappoint them.

Being discovered by an agency when you were already in your twenty’s and asked to sign with them was a miracle on itself. Having people listen to your music and actually gather a loyal following was simply a God-sent present you still had trouble believing in.

Today was not about you, though. You had been asked to be part of a huge line up of famous artist to a charity concert in Seoul of which the profits would go straight into cancer research and mostly to help children baring such an awful sickness. The fact that they even thought of inviting you was flattering, for you knew you were still barely recognizable in the industry. You had only debuted a few months ago and were still trying to raise a name for yourself as a solo artist in the industry.

Following your manager and security backstage through the halls, you asked where the toilets were and they pointed down a hall to your right. You told them you would be right back and bolted ahead, not realizing as you turned the corner that someone was coming down the hallway your way.

You ended up bumping into the tall person’s chest, yelping slightly at the contact, before starting to mumble apologies.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t seeing where I was going. I’m so very sorry…” You words got caught up in your throat as you raised your eyes to see who you ran into.

Baggy black pants, with a dark grey hooded jacket and a white sweater underneath, he had a mask covering the bottom half of his face and a cap on top of his head. Basically, only his eyes were visible to you. But it was more than enough. You would recognize his eyes anywhere.

“S-Sorry” you said one last time, running past him before he could see the blush creeping to your cheeks.

You entered the toilet and locked yourself in a stool, breathing heavily as you took your hands to your warm cheeks. It was Jungkook. You had just bumped into freaking Jeon Jungkook. You have had a thing for him since you first found out about BTS, something about him just catching your eye immediately. It was really frustrating, actually, the way that any other male you ever came in contact with seemed to pale when you thought of the popular boy, this stupid one-sided crush being the reason your love life was going nowhere.

And now you had just smashed into him. You could still smell his alluring scent from the proximity you two had. It was then you shrieked, as you realized you were wearing no make-up and had the most unflattering outfit on your body. Whining, you sat down on the stool, wondering why you had to run into him looking like this instead of later, when you would be all dolled up and with gorgeous make up for your performance.

Sulking about it wouldn’t change anything, the damage was done, and so you just went about your business as normal and met your manager who guided you to your dressing room.

While you were on stage, amazed at how big the venue was, certainly the biggest stage you had performed on to date, your song started to play and you smiled. It still gave you chills to listen it coming out of the speakers as you held the microphone tightly in your hands.

You didn’t have to sing to the outmost perfection while doing a sound check, they just had to make sure the track was playing at the correct speed and volume and that your voice was heard clearly. But you couldn’t help it, you loved singing so much.

You closed your eyes and the song took over you, not only by the strong vocals you worked so hard to perfect, but also your body, making you sway your hips to the beat, swirl around the space, dancing around even though you were definitely not a dancer. A smile would never leave your face when you were like this.

As the song ended, you looked at the sides of the stage searching for your manager, who was smiling back at you giving you a thumbs up, indicating everything was okay. However, it was not at her that you were looking, but rather at the seven boys getting ready behind her, one of which seemed to be incredibly focused on you.

As soon as Jungkook noticed you were staring back at him, he shifted his gaze and turned away from you, missing how red your cheeks turned at the thought of him seeing you sing.

Later that night, you had your beautiful sparkling dark blue dress on, makeup bringing out your most attractive features, styled hair framing your cute face. You were at the side of the stage, getting your mike pack on, taking deep breaths as you felt the familiar nerves coming up. You still felt a bit nauseous at the thought of performing in front of many people, and the nerves only ever went away when you started singing.

Playing with your fingers, you were anxiously looking around awaiting your turn to go up on stage. That is when you saw them, seven boys also getting their mikes ready, all elegantly dressed in dark suits, all slightly different from each other but still cohesive. Once again, your eyes met big dark brown ones that shied away when you noticed them.

You were about to walk away, feeling like you were imposing on their space a bit and also to try and calm your already pounding heart, when one of the boys seemed to push Jungkook just hard enough for him to land right in front of you as you were passing by.

Gasping in surprise at the sudden man in front of you, you watched the vicious look he threw back at whoever pushed him before settling his gaze on you. He blinked a few times, pursing his lips as his skin gained a bit more colour around his cheeks, much to your delight.

“Hum… H-Hi” he greeted, sounding unsure. You tried to remember how to breathe in order to answer him.

“Hello” you said back, fighting back your own blush. You couldn’t believe you were actually talking to him.

“I like your voice” he blurted out with nervousness, eyes shifting between you own and just above them, not being able to keep them still.

That was the best compliment any one could really give you and you were astonished it was coming from Jungkook, the boy who had a voice you could listen to for the rest of your days. You couldn’t help but smile brightly at that.

“Thank you. I like your voice too, Jungkook” you shared, watching him shuffling his feet beneath him as his hand came up to scratch his neck, flushed skin growing darker.

“You know me?” he asked shyly. You chuckled at that.

“Of course I know you. I’m a big fan” you confessed, biting your bottom lip as you felt timid about it. Surely it wouldn’t come as a surprise, many people were fan of the group. It just so happened that you were a fan of him in particular, beside the group itself.

“Me too!” he gasped, but shook his head when he figured his words didn’t make much sense. “I-I mean… I’m your fan too. You have lovely songs.”

You gaped at that.

“You know my songs?” the thought seemed absurd to you, but when he nodded eagerly you felt like flying.

“I… I would like to sing with you” he proposed, eyes settling on your incredulous wide ones. There was no way he was just asking what you thought he was asking. “Can we meet? T-To talk about it, i-if you want to!”

He was stuttering on his words, as if he was actually afraid you would deny him. The only reason it was taking so long for you to respond was because you were in a state of absolute incredibility, certain that this was some kind of dream. Your breath was caught on your throat, your heartbeat deafening you with how loud it got. It was when his face muscles winced slightly, thinking you were refusing him, that you snapped back to reality.

“Yes!” you jumped, startling him in doing so. You then broke into a shy grin, eyes glistening with joy. “I would love to sing with you.”

“Y/N, you’re up in a minute!” your manager called.

“I need to go, I’m up next. Do you have your phone?” you asked. He wrestled with the pocket of his jacket and took it out, unlocking it for you. With shaking fingers, you pressed your number on his phone and gave it back to him. “Here’s my number, call when you want to meet up about it, okay?”

Again he nodded, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he was, once again, avoiding your gaze.

You wished him luck on his performance and bid him goodbye, rushing to your place on the side of the stage where you would be coming out from. Your heart was hammering against your ribs, legs were shaking underneath you and breath was coming out in shaking pants, but you had the happiest smile you ever had on your lips.

That performance was one of your best performances ever, shadowed maybe by the show where you and Jungkook ended up singing together at, many months later. But that… that was another story.

[wheeoutyou]

right, so i am here to make a post to remind myself of one of the countless cases of sublime styling in the history of mamamoo’s live public performances. and i’ll be talking about none other than the dec 26 2015 music core stage they did on the event of some expo. the YELLOW ACCENT-COMIC PATCHES-YOUTHFUL-BUMBLEBEE looks, yes. i’ve mentioned it multiple times before but i realise i need to dedicate a post to it because i’ve grown to love it even more. 

before i begin, this is the video:

alright let’s get started. firstly, i just noticed that the stage lights matched the colours of their outfits. maybe the lighting technician matched with them, maybe they matched with the crew, either way, it looked polished and fun.

second: slightly unexpected colour scheme, executed in such electrifying ways. i, really, heckin, L-O-V-E-D, it. loved. the use of both neon and muted yellow hues was tasteful, the black is there to ground everything, and can u please just look at how cohesive all of them look? liKE? god, UGHHH.

they kept things interesting by going for a variation of textures: solar’s soft, ripped knit contrasted with hwasa’s heavy cable knit. wheein’s sleek black silhouette, byul adding a punch with a slightly oversized black jacket. the shortness of bottoms playing against the illusion of coverage and length in the socks and tights. really chic and youthful. 

third: sock game strong!!! this is also something i’ve mentioned to death, but i particularly miss the earlier UOAY/you’re the best eras where they rocked ALL sorts of socks and tights: shin-highs, knee-highs, thigh-highs, garter belts (UGH), there was so much variation and i was thrilled every time i see a new set of socks/tights. it was all so glorious, my friend.

anyhow, it is glorious here, too. 

solar: fkin cute cat thigh-highs that /i/ was lusting for the moment i saw them

hwasa: fishnets coz girl won’t wanna wear anything else

wheein: neon yellow socks + heels, a winning combo tbh

byul: striped shin-highs, nicely sporty tgt with the jacket. nice, very nice. 

four: details!! specifically, the sewn/iron-on patches on solar, wheein, and byul add a splash of fun and break up the potential plainness of a harmonious colour coordination. 

unassuming details like that also reflect the depth of attention they pay to the delivery of their performance, their professionalism. i also think the smallest things like that indicate the dedication they AND the staff stylists have for their jobs. the thought of them ideating and then sourcing these themed patches to add to these items of clothing. look, again, at juust that bit of personality these patches add to one’s impression:

lastly, just one final pic, witness this brilliance of a group styling:

ALRIGHT. im going to sleep. perhaps i’ll make more of these posts?? bye for now.