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tavolgisvist · 5 months ago

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Paul and drums

Our kid was first in a group with John called Quarrymen, and apparently, I’d forgotten the set of drums fell off the back of a lorry, as we say in Liverpool, and landed up in our house. So I was learning drums, and one of the Quarrymen came back and said, ‘I remember you’re coming down the house, and it was great when you played drums for us.’ I said, ‘Did I?’ I’d totally forgotten. But then I realized why I forgot. It’s because I broke my arm in a scout camp, and this hand dropped. It was dead, paralyzed. So it took several years to get it back, and at that time, those drums that I was learning on, first of all, my brother, no wonder the drums on the band on the road are good. That’s where he learned it from my drums. But I couldn’t play anything then. So I’d forgotten that I was even the drummer, and Ringo got the job.

(Mike McCartney)

Mersey Beat Founder and Editor, Bill Harry wrote a guest column for Beatle Fan Magazine in 2019. He stated “For their August 7, 1961 gig, the Litherland Town Hall classified advertisement in the Liverpool Echo carried the message: ‘Hear Pete Best Sing Tonight.’ Best had been talked into performing the song “Pinwheel Twist,” which Paul had written for him to sing. Pete recalled in a conversation with Spencer Leigh: ‘Paul wrote the song and asked me to do it. He coupled it with Joey Dee’s hit “The Peppermint Twist.’ I used to get up and do the twist onstage and Paul played my drums. It was a little novelty act and it went down well with the fans. When The Beatles performed it, Paul took over on drums, George played Paul’s left-handed bass right-handed and Pete sang.”

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I used to get on Pete’s case a bit. He’d often stay out all night. He got to know a stripper and they were boyfriend and girlfriend. She didn’t finish work until four in the morning, so he’d stay up with her and roll back at about ten in the morning and be going to bed when we were starting work…

(Paul McCartney, Anthology, 2001)

In Hamburg, one week Tony Sheridan’s drummer got sick, and I drummed for him, for the extra cash, for a week . . . I can hold quite a good beat.

(The McCartney Legacy Volume 1. 1969-73 by Allan Kozinn and Adrian Sinclair)

Q: When did you first play drums? A: My first recollection is in Hamburg. You’d get behind the kit to try and show the drummer what you wanted. That gradually grew to messing around on other people’s kits, which were lying around because there were a lot of groups playing in the places we played. You picked up the simplest beats very naturally. I remember one evening when Tony Sheridan’s drummer didn’t show up, so Tony said, “Come on, man, sit in!” I said, “No way! I can’t do this.” And he said, “Yeah, you can.” So I did it and then I was thinking, “Well! I’ve actually done a professional drumming gig!” Later, with The Beatles, there was a period where John, George, and I operated as a trio and picked up little bits of work. I remember playing in an illegal club in somebody’s basement on Upper Parliament Street in Liverpool’s Caribbean Quarter. One day this guy called Lord Woodbine, who ran the club, asked if we’d come in and accompany this stripper called Janine. We said, “Wow! Yeah, man! There’s a job.” He even paid us money. Q: It sounds like you would have paid him for that gig. A: Exactly [laughs]. So she came in and said, “Okay, I need you to play Ravel’s Bolero.” We said, “Oh, gee. Sorry, luv. We don’t read music. But we’ve got ’Raunchy.’ That might do.” I had somebody’s old drum kit, and I sat there with a broomstick between my legs, with a microphone tied to it so I could do a bit of vocals and drum at the same time. It was hilarious.

(Paul McCartney, interview with Robert L. Doerschuk for Drum!Magazine, 2005)

Q: When Ringo joined the band, that must have interrupted your emerging career on drums. A: Yeah, I was completely redundant. We loved Ringo so much. He was our favorite drummer in Liverpool, and when he joined the band, it was an explosion: Every song sounded new and fresh. He could pass what we felt was the true test for drummers, which was to be able to play “What’d I Say” — the cymbal work and the toms.

(Paul McCartney, interview with Robert L. Doerschuk for Drum!Magazine, 2005)

We did do a few little bits and pieces together before we all went our separate ways. John and I and Yoko did ‘The Ballad of John and Yoko’. He enlisted me for that because he knew it was a great way to make a record. ‘We’ll go round to Abbey Road Studios. Who lives near there? Paul. Who’s going to drum on this record? Paul. Who can play bass? Paul. And who’ll do it if I ask him nicely? Paul.’ He wasn’t at all sheepish about asking. He probably said something like, ‘Oh, I’ve got this song I want to record. Would you come round?’ And I probably said, ‘Yeah, why not?’

(Paul McCartney, The Lyrics, 2021, about Dear Friend)

Steve Miller happened to be there recording, late at night, and he just breezed in. ‘Hey, what’s happening, man? Can I use the studio?’ ‘Yeah!’ I said. ‘Can I drum for you? I just had a fucking unholy argument with the guys there.’ I explained it to him, took ten minutes to get it off my chest. So I did a track, he and I stayed that night and did a track of his called My Dark Hour. I thrashed everything out on the drums. There’s a surfeit of aggressive drum fills, that’s all I can say about that. We stayed up until late. I played bass, guitar and drums and sang backing vocals. It’s actually a pretty good track. It was a very strange time in my life and I swear I got my first grey hairs that month. I saw them appearing. I looked in the mirror, I thought, I can see you. You’re all coming now. Welcome.

(Paul McCartney in Many Years From Now by Barry Miles, 1997)

I really had to ask myself, “Do I want to give up music, or keep going?” I got a four-track Studer recording machine, like the Beatles used for Sgt. Pepper, put it in the corner of the living-room at my house in London and tried a very simple technique of just plugging directly into the back, not going through a mixing desk. It’s a cool way to record because it’s pure. If, say, I was doing a drum track, I’d play the drums, record it with one microphone, listen to it back, move the mike a little if there wasn’t enough hi-hat or cymbal, and then re-record. Then I’d add bass by plugging the mike into track two and overdubbing while listening to track one through headphones. I’d do that with all with four tracks. It was very hands-on, primitive way of working. <…> It was funky, and still sounds good to me.

(Paul McCartney, “Wingspan” documentary, 2001)

We did not see Ringo until the next night when he arrived at the session. He walked in and went straight to his drums…fiddled with them, then fiddled with them some more. “Somebody did something to my snare drum,” he said irritably. “Paul was here last night. He played them,” explained John. “He’s always fucking around with me things!” It sounded as though Ringo were back in Liverpool and all of them were still teenagers and nothing in their lives had changed. I realized then, that no matter what might happen among them, this was the way they would always relate to each other.

(May Pang, Loving John, 1983)

(Krla Beat, pic by lisamarie-vee)

So, I got into my studio in Scotland and started working, doing the drum track. I normally start with the drums. I sometimes use drum machines, but I like to redo it with real drums. I enjoy drumming. Then I put some bass on it. I was just doing an experimental thing. I was messing around and experimenting. Slowing down tapes, or speeding them up.

(Paul McCartney, The Lyrics, 2021, about Coming Up)

Paul and I were in England, having dinner together [along with our wives]. I told him I was making an EP, and I said, “Why don’t you write me a song?” He wrote the song [Feeling the Sunlight] and put bass on it, he put piano, he put the drums on — and I had to take the drums off. [Laughs.]

(Ringo Starr, interview with Rob Tannenbaum for AARP, Nov 2023)

George was the first one to make a solo album [Wonderwall Music], and I was the drummer. John started the Plastic Ono Band, and I was the drummer. Paul likes to play drums himself, or I would’ve been on his albums too.

(Ringo Starr, interview with Rob Tannenbaum for AARP, Nov 2023)

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Q: As strong as you are on bass, keyboards, guitar, and as a singer and writer, is it frustrating to play your drum parts at a more limited level? A: That never intimidates me, though it probably should. I just have so much enthusiasm when I do things that I don’t even consider it. I’m lucky, because some people would wrack themselves with doubt, but when I came to this project I was like, “Man, let’s just have a bit of fun!” It didn’t occur to me that I was some idiot jumping on the kit. I know that a lot of drummers can play rings around me, but as long as I keep it simple and don’t get too flash, I can play with a steady, swampy feel, and that’ll do the job.

(Paul McCartney, interview with Robert L. Doerschuk for Drum!Magazine, 2005)

@i-am-the-oyster, I hope you will enjoy :)

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ourflagmeansgayrights · 9 months ago

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wait fuck ok i’m back to being sad about it now

like the thing is that ed doesn’t really hang out with anyone but stede in season one, not really. and whenever he is talking to other ppl on the crew, stede is right there. the only exception to this is in episode 8 when jack brings the party energy and everyone is getting drunk and rowdy together specifically as part of jack’s efforts to exclude stede.

and as a fandom we always make jokes and theorize about what the relationship between ed and stede must look like from the outside, if they were all placing bets for when they’d finally hook up or if they had zero belief in stede’s ability to pull THEE blackbeard

but now i’m thinking about the crew’s perception of Ed Himself. of the crew’s perceptions of The Legendary Blackbeard and how that must’ve changed over the course of the first season. because when they first meet him they’re all impressed and starstruck bc yeah, duh, this is Pirate Beyoncé we’re talking about. they’re also in varying degrees “worried he’s gonna kill them.”

but they quickly see that the real pirate beyonce isn’t all leather and murder and head made of smoke. blackbeard swaps clothes with their cringefail (derogatory) boss for fun. he dresses up and goes to a fancy party just because he wants to—he’s not even trying to get anything out of it, doesn’t have an angle the way frenchie does, he genuinely just wants to go to a very un-Blackbeardy party and have fun. he tells them scary stories. he shows them some of his trade blackbeard secrets. he hypes them all up after their first fuckery (and i will never get over how cute that is exchange is, “scared the pants off me” and “i thought blackbeard didn’t feel fear” and “and i didn’t, until tonight” and the crew’s genuine excitement and pride). he goes on a treasure hunt with their cringefail (affectionate, now) boss and lets him dig in the ground to get it out of his system. they learn that ed isn’t just a scary pirate, he also can be silly and goof off and enjoy things that aren’t exactly compatible’s with the Blackbeard Brand

and beyond just not adhering 24/7 to the Brand, they learn that ed—that blackbeard—is human. is fallible. they see his first plan to escape the spanish fail, and they get to participate in the backup plan that he and stede come up with. frenchie sees ed get hurt at the fancy party in a way that he completely understands. lucius realizes that ed is just as into his cringefail boss as his cringefail boss is into ed, and over the course of giving ed a shovel talk he maybe learns that The Legendary Blackbeard might actually be nervous about a boy liking him back.

and none of this—NONE of this—makes the crew lose any respect for him. even pete never has a moment where his perception of his idol is shattered, where he’s disappointed that blackbeard isn’t all nine guns and zero mercy all the time. instead, pete expands his idea of what The Ideal Pirate (the ideal MAN) looks like.

i think by the time jack rolls around, ed is no longer on that Pirate Beyoncé pedestal to them. he’s still on a pedestal, a bit, but instead of seeing ed as this untouchable badass legend, they see him as like. the coolest guy on the ship. still a badass, still somebody they all respect and admire, but someone they can hang out with. someone they really want to hang out with. they want to impress ed because they want him to like them, they want to be his friend. and yeah, it’s played as a “your father and i are getting a divorce but we still love you very much” joke, but they really are so sad when ed leaves with jack.

and ed showing up with no beard and no stede, ed hiding in his cabin for. a day? multiple days? ed singing a song about his feelings. ed saying he no longer wants to go by blackbeard.

the crew is confused, but they’re on board. they don’t laugh at him for his (bad) singing, they don’t think less of him now that he’s sans iconic beard. ed, to them, is still The Coolest Guy On The Ship, and they want to be his friend. they’re excited to be his friend.

they want to put on a talent show.

and ed, right after getting stabbed in the back by jack and izzy, and then stede, and then izzy again—ed, who was so affected by the jeers of the rich fuckers at that fancy party, who grew up in a culture that doesn’t allow for friendship, a culture of everyone in various stages of fucking each other over—can’t see that. he’s got fresh heartbreak and fresh betrayal that are compounding on years of trauma and he hears them all chanting his name and he can’t trust this crew. he couldn’t trust his first mate, and he couldn’t trust his old shipmate, and he couldn’t trust stede. he cannot, cannot risk vulnerability with the crew. not again.

(and like, cmon, who is ed even kidding? he’s not made for things like softness and friendship and genuine camaraderie. trying to be anything other than blackbeard is like a wolf trying to fit in a sheep’s clothing, but the clothing is too small and everyone can see right through him and they’re all laughing and laughing and he’s the only one who can’t see what a joke he is. ed’s not an idiot, he knows there’s no way the crew is up their chanting his name and asking for another song because they like him. they just want the great clown pagliacci to come out and make them laugh.

so sure, ed’ll give them a show. they think ed’s funny? well he’s about to be fucking hilarious.)

EDIT: those of y’all seeing this in the ofmd tags are missing the additions where it gets even sadder

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd meta #edward teach #ed teach #edward teach born on a beach #crew of the revenge #s1e04 #s1e05 #s1e06 #s1e07 #s1e08 #s1e10 #txt #meta #mine #og

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omegalomania · 2 years ago

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the full apple music interview with zane lowe is out! we got snippets of it when love from the other side dropped, but they finally rolled out the full thing. here are some highlights that stood out to me :)

patrick describes pete's lyrics as what gets him out of bed in the morning. if pete doesn't send him lyrics, he doesn't write a song.

andy and pete used to draw fake snake tattoos on each other using magic markers as kids omg?

so evidently patrick was the one who got covid during hella mega tour. and he hated it and he was miserable and that's when he called neal avron about the new record lmao

patrick says that joe was hesitant at first and he was the one who said that for this record he wanted to make something that they could all savor and spend time on and patrick was immediately on board with that

pete says patrick's job is to interpret him because pete calls his mentality a "little bit off" but patrick is capable of understanding him and translating it

patrick describes his and pete's creative relationship as "twin speak." it's not linear and it's like living in his brain a little bit. he calls it the "weirdest thing i've ever seen" when pete can just Tell that some words that patrick adjusted weren't ones he wrote despite not remembering writing them. patrick says he's gotten better at connective tissue and knowing how pete would say things

pete: back in the day patrick was like, "what's the difference between cry and weep i will KILL YOU. THEY'RE THE SAME THING. I'M GONNA KILL YOU RIGHT NOW."

zane says patrick's vocals are next level for this album. pete agrees that he kills it on this album and said he never would've expected that voice coming from him when they first met. zane says patrick could sing a recipe and it would be good. he then passes patrick a recipe and patrick. sings it???

patrick: i'm not gonna belt it. (starts belting) NINE INCH PIE PLATE ROLLING PIN

patrick says that pete doesn't mean to have rhythm to his words but there's a rhythm to them all the same and patrick can find this syncopation in his words and thinks it's amazing

more talking about patrick and pete's Magical Mystical Transcendent Soul Bond. patrick says "if we were one guy, we'd be an INCREDIBLE DUDE"

patrick and pete say that interviews with all four of them are hard because it's chaos and everyone's talking at once but it all makes perfect sense to them and no one else. zane says that sounds like fun flkjdfd [i agree please do this more it's a joy]

pete says joe really stepped up and wrote a lot for this record!

patrick: "joe is kind of a conundrum because he's this really talented...he's a brilliant writer, a brilliant player, but pete and i became the "team" and it wasn't really a plan, but that's just kind of how it happened. [brief tangent about the hiatus] we come back from the thing and joe is this fully-formed writer with a very distinct - he has one of the most distinctive writing voices. when i hear his parts, when i hear his ideas, i could pick them out of a crowd. like i know the way joe writes, and it's VERY joe." part of the process with post-hiatus was integrating him into the writing process more.

discussing the hiatus and fame and pete says his life kind of "blew up" and took it pretty hard. apparently during production for folie paparazzi actually broke down the gate to neal avron's house

patrick goes on a big tangent about how bad things got during the height of pete's fame. "part of my role is to tell his story. i'm a composer. that's what i like to do. i work on movies, i work on shows, and i work on pete. pete has a story that needs music, and if he's removed from himself, if he's not even able to access himself because he's behind all of this stuff, i don't have a story! so not only did i not have my buddy, which was heartbreaking in its own way, but then i also don't have a purpose as an artist."

patrick says that andy is always ready to play but when you get him happy to play, it's another level

"and trohman, there were these moments where he...he got so excited."

patrick describes writing what a time to be alive as wanting to write the saddest, most desperate song you could hear at a wedding. pete bursts into laughter and calls it "so twisted"

talking about other endeavors outside the band - patrick talks about composing and said joe's been super busy with his book and writing for tv and because there are so many deadlines for stuff like that, it's what hammered home to him that fall out boy needs to not be that. "there's something special about this that can't be...this has to be passionate and art."

discussing how scared patrick was of his own voice while the band took off. patrick was really scared of the song saturday at first because there are some really exposed vocal moments. he describes saturday as a song where everyone in the band lets each other go for it.

zane calls fall out boy the "emo blueprint" and says they were unapologetic in being emotional. patrick immediately says, "that was pete. i don't think we could've done that without him." he and joe were basically kids and patrick was too anxious to talk on stage.

zane says, "i remember interviewing you in the early days and i felt like every time i asked you a question i was bullying you." pete IMMEDIATELY loses his shit.

"in another life where i didn't have a pete...cause saturday, i did write most of that by myself...so there's a world where that song exists without the band. there's no world where i sing it in front of people without pete."

pete says every night before they put out a new song he calls patrick up and gets really scared and wants to back out and patrick talks him down every time

they talk about how scary it was when arm's race released and performing it at the amas. patrick starts laughing rly hard as they get into how there were giant crickets on stage and the crowd was just stone-faced and utterly nonresponsive and their stage manager was utterly panicked

towards the end patrick really loosens up and starts swearing more dlkfjdfd

#fall out boy #*making poasts #they kept being SO SWEET ABOUT EACH OTHER LIKE. I CANT HANDLE IT #patrick and pete are like lets tell everybody about our magical soulbond for 1 hour straight. thanks guys.

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nobodysdaydreams · 1 year ago

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Hatchetverse Theory: The Parallels Between Paul (TGWDLM) and Grace (NPMD):

More thoughts and parallel screenshots under the keep reading, part of my #hatchetverse theory posts. Sorry these are all awful screen shots, I'm bad at gifs, but I hope I made my point.

The screenshots are pretty self-explanatory, but the parallels between Paul and Grace, especially with what happens to their characters at the end of their respective musicals, has been living in my head rent free, and I want to talk about it.

I've seen a lot of posts that speculate that the reason Grace went crazy at the end of NPMD is because she's just that blood thirsty and willing to kill, and while her character (at least of what I've seen of her in NPMD and what I've seen of nightmare time) is certainly intense, I wouldn't quite go so far to say she's always been that willing to hurt others, even for what she believes.

In fact, after rewatching NPMD, I realized something. When the kids first go to the Waylon Place, the others are the ones suggesting ways they can violently hurt Max. Pete even calls Grace's plan "goofy" and Richie is the one who suggests beating Max up. Grace is the one who tells them that all she wants to do is teach him a lesson and scare him and rejects their more violent ideas.

But after Max dies? That's when Grace's intensity starts taking a darker turn, and it's not as noticeable as it might be in the other kids because "Grace has always been kinda weird and intense" and the show has been playing that up for laughs since the beginning. But when you look at what happens to Grace in terms of her character's choices, she's the one who suddenly pulls a "bury the bully" plan out of nowhere when she was against even beating him up just a few hours ago. She's the one who suggests lying to the cops and trying to cover up what happened. She's the one who has a prophetic nightmare after the incident at the Waylon Place. That's also the moment when she symbolically loses her WWJD bracelet (though others have already pointed that out).

And if the LIB could infect Paul with spores just because he happened to be in close proximity to the meteor, then they could probably do something similar to any of the kids in the Waylon Place (and you cannot convince me that they were not the ones who collapsed the floorboards in the Waylon Place and killed Max).

But why would they target Grace you ask? Why not one of the other kids? That's a good question. I have a few theories.

The first has to do with what I mentioned before about hatchetverse's history of Webby's powers seeming to favor kids, and the LIB powers struggling to work on kids. We don't know how old most of the kids in NPMD are exactly, but the musical makes a point to tell us several times that Grace is "only 18" (Shaprio says she's a legal adult and will be tried as an adult in court). The musical also makes a point to have this be the Homecoming Dance (not Prom), which is in the fall, so most of the senior students wouldn't have turned 18 yet. We can also make an educated guess that Stephanie has turned 18 and Pete hasn't because she sings "wake me up when you turn 18" during their song. You could combat this by asking why the LIB never address Grace during the summoning and targeted Steph instead, which is a fair point. But interestingly, if you watch Grace, Steph, and Pete during the Summoning, Grace is silent most of the song, but looks completely horrified (especially when they tell her that they want what she cherishes most), despite the fact that from our perspective, the LIB aren't talking to her. She also seems to know exactly what the LIB want from her, because the next scene she's in is when she shows up to save Steph and Pete. During the Summoning, Pete, on the other hand, seems to mostly be involved in the conversation the LIB are having with Stephanie, although Grace also seems to understand what the LIB want from Stephanie. It's possible that this was intentional on the LIB's part, since they can see every timeline (in the "Abstinence Camp" episode of Nightmare Time, Grace gets between Steph, Pete, and Lumberaxe, risking her own life so that Lumberaxe doesn't hurt them. Grace might be willing to lose her own life for what she believes, but she might not be willing to lose her friends' lives. If the LIB know this, they'd likely want to make sure Grace understands that Steph or Pete will die unless she's the one who pays the price).

They have a personal reason for wanting her. In TGWDLM, Pokey hates Paul because...well, Paul doesn't like musicals but bigger picture, Paul resists Pokey's hive mind. Why would the LIB hate Grace? Possibly because she hates evil, the devil, and sin to an extreme degree. It could be a point of pride for the LIB: "we got the guy who didn't like musicals to join our musical and brainwash the world, and we got the girl who didn't like sin to devour souls for us." I've also seen a theory that Paul has some sort of resistance to the LIB because he doesn't like musicals and in a way sort of serves as a "prophet" in TGWDLM by warning others that musicals are bad. Grace arguably serves a similar role to Max in NPMD. She suggests Max becomes a better person "before he ends up in hell", which is ironic because then Max goes on to beat up Pete, which turns the nerds against him, setting off the chain of events that eventually lead him to actually being sent to hell (the black) by Grace. I've also seen some other theories suggesting that the LIB getting Paul in TGWDLM was really about getting Emma (since she was the one who starred in a musical before), and following that logic, it's possible that the LIB killing Max at the Waylon Place was really about getting Grace, because she'd still actually be alive. The LIB might have known this would work if they knew Max and Grace liked each other, and as seen in nightmare time, Grace is willing to risk her own life for her friends, and this might be consistent across several timelines.

Speaking of sacrifice, I know I covered this with the gifs, but the fact that Paul's last act was giving up his life, and Grace's was giving up what was essentially her morality and who she was so they could save their friends, only to have themselves turned into the very monsters they tried to destroy? Absolute tragedy.

But what's also interesting to me is how this happens. The way Grace and Paul both seem to lose control of themselves. With Paul it happens in one song and is more noticeable, but with Grace, it's a lot slower, and the more bad and morally questionable stuff she does, the funnier it is, and her character has been intense and over the top from the beginning, so you almost don't notice the difference in her actions until you rewatch the show. But her and Paul asking "Who am I?" has a similar creepy vibe, the screenshots I found for those moments (pictured below) even ended up looking very similar, though with Paul, you can see more of the fight happening during the song, whereas with Grace, it's more drawn out over the course of the show with these little moments of clarity where she has a complete breakdown.

Then of course there's the whole: What do you want thing?

Why do the LIB want what Grace cherishes most? Why do they want Paul to want anything at all?

And why do they phrase it in the creepiest way possible, asking for "a peek at Paul's soul" and telling him to "give up his choice" and telling Grace that they'll get "whatever they want" and that she'll "be forever in their debt?"

Well, probably because that does seem to be what happens. The most obvious screenshot parallels are probably their final numbers in their shows, which I think speak for themselves. The only unknown is what exactly is happening with the LIB and their whole "what do you want" thing. By taking what someone wants, do they replace that "want" in the person with wanting to serve them? How does that work?

At this point, I'm not sure, and I'm too tired to continue the rant, but I'd be happy to hear anyone else's thoughts on this.

I hope you enjoy Starkid fandom. Thank you for listening to my rants!

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earlgreytea68 · 2 years ago

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LOOK AWAY IF YOU DON'T WANT SO MUCH FOR (TOUR) DUST SPOILERS, OKAY?

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Set list:

(1) That Pink Seashell spoken word thing actually opens the show

(2) Love from the Other Side: I assumed they'd play this first, and they did, and they looked very happy with the reception that it got

(3) The Phoenix

(4) Sugar, We're Goin Down: I overheard two guys when I was leaving saying, "I only came to this show for that Sugar song, and it was the third song they played," whatever to those two guys lol

(5) Uma Thurman

(6) A Litttle Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me

(7) Chicago Is So Two Years Ago: I know they always play this song when they play Chicago but the way the show is set up, there's this spoken intro that references a light being left on in Chicago, and then they launch into this song, and so I feel like maybe it's permanently in the set list for this tour, we'll see.

(8) Grand Theft Autumn: Patrick told the story again of how he wrote the lyrics while jogging with Pete. Here is exactly what he said, because I recorded it, hahaha: "I wrote this song out here, jogging, trying to figure out the words. This was back when I wrote a lot of the words. And Pete was jogging with me and he was like, 'Eh, maybe change this, maybe change this.' Before we knew it he was writing all the lyrics." And then Pete said, "Imagine us jogging" lolololol

(9) Calm Before the Storm

(10) This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race: They added a little Peterick-y moment in here? I don't remember them playing at each other during this song in previous performances? It was cute, it was during the instrumental part before Patrick leads the singalong, maybe I've just always missed it? They played it each other and kind of did some kind of kick thing with their legs??

(11) Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes: Honestly, always a delight to hear this song, this is one of my favorites <3

(12) Heaven, Iowa: THIS SONG LIVE, I SWEAR

(13) "The Take Over, the Breaks Over": OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONG AND I TOTALLY DIDN'T EXPECT THEM TO PLAY IT, I WAS SO HAPPY

(14) Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet: <3 Guess they got over being scared of playing this one lol

(15) Fake Out: I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW EXCITED I WAS THAT THEY PLAYED THIS ONE OMGGGGGGG. Also, there was some plan I wasn't aware of to, like, hold up cell phones with pink paper over the lights so the crowd lit up pink???? I have no idea who engineered that but it was CHARMING and at the end of the song Pete said, "Thanks for that, guys, that was beautiful," and the stage was on darkness so it seemed absolutely spontaneous on his part and I think they really did like the effect, so, Idk, future shows, keep doing it????

(16) Patrick did some kind of piano interlude where he played "Don't Stop Believin'"????? It was random but he was super charming, I think the rest of the band used it as a break, it was just SO GREAT. Part of his intro was: "Pete was putting together this show and he said to me, 'Hey, you should play piano.' And I was like, 'I kinda only play songs I wrote. I don't really play piano. I don't know how to play piano.' And he's like, 'Eh, you'll figure it out.'" And then Patrick sat down and played gorgeous piano ugh THANKS, PETE.

(17) Last of the Real Ones: I am glad Mania got some love.

(18) Save Rock and Roll

(19) PETE RECITED BABY ANNIHILATION WHAT. I SWEAR TO GOD. I SO DID NOT EXPECT THIS AND I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THAT IT HAPPENED. If you're going to the show, pay attention, because I looked away and apparently there's, like, a magic trick at the end of the monologue where he disappears behind a piece of black silk?????

(20) Crazy Train cover: I...don't know what to say about this randomness hahaha but it happened??

(21) Dance Dance

(22) Hold Me Like a Grudge: I think Patrick adores singing this song, I really do.

(23) G.I.N.A.S.F.S.: I KNOW. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, EITHER.

(24) My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light Em Up)

(25) Thnks fr th Mmrs

(26) Centuries

(27) Saturday <3

The show ends with a little piano version of So Much (for) Stardust played over the sound system, so pay attention for that.

The set is super Alice in Wonderland-y and I adored it, it's playful and fantastical and has all these whimsical touches and interludes and I just thought it was delightful and at one point there were bubbles, and I heard some people complaining after the concert that the fantasy thing didn't suit their style of music and really, I was surrounded by downers after the concert, I thought they were perfect hahaha. Like, ABSOLUTELY PERFECT. They looked so, so, so tangibly happy, all of them. Patrick sounded fantastic and he looked like he was having a blast, he smiled the whole time.

I have a lot of videos but they seem like they're all pretty terrible, but I'll see how I feel in the morning lol

#fall out boy #fob #bandom

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cherryblossomcowgirl · 4 months ago

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The Blonde Mystery Man

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Warnings: Fluff; secret career; teasing; cursing; age gap

My flights lands in Miramar and my first stop is the car dealership. I decided to buy a truck to keep at Aunt Penny’s house, since I visit often and for long periods of time. I told her Amelia can use it, but Penny didn’t like the idea of her driving anything. I drive towards her beach bar with the windows down and the smell of the ocean soothes me. The song on the radio ends and the man says, “Up next is a single from the up and coming girl out of Nashville, Y/n Y/l/n! Here is her single Y/s/n, which has already gone platinum!” I hear my own voice start to sing and switch the station. I have never been able to listen to myself sing. I pull into the parking lot and park the truck. “Aunt Penny!!” I jump out and run across the parking lot, wrapping her in a hug. She smiles from ear to ear, “Y/n, I have missed you so much. Come on inside, it isn’t too crazy tonight.” We walk into the Hard Deck, and I follow her to the counter. She heads behind the bar and I take a seat. She slides me a Coke, “So, tell me everything. And I mean every single detail.” I chuckle, “Pen, you already know everything. One of my songs that I posted online blew up and it’s been a whirlwind. I got a call from a manager, signed a contract with a label, and they have been helping me sell some songs to bigger artists.” Her eyes well up with tears, “Baby girl, I knew you would always do something amazing. Your mom was so mad when I bought you that mini drum set as a toddler. Okay, now tell me about the performances you have been doing!” As I start to tell her that I want to hear about her life, a man in khakis walks up to the bar. He goes around and hugs Penny. I clear my throat, “Okay Aunt Pen, spill. A sailor?” The man laughs and extends his hand, “Pete Mitchell, Aviator.” I shake his hand, “Y/n Y/l/n, over protective niece.” He laughs and Penny turns to him, “Remember? I told you about her. She sings!” He points at me, “Yes! I heard your song on the radio the other day. Good stuff.” I nod, “Thank you, sir.” I look around the bar and catch a pair of green eyes looking at me. I do a quick scan of the owner, tall and tan and oh so muscular. When I reach his eyes again, he winks at me. I turn back towards Aunt Penny, heat rushing to my cheeks. She raises an eyebrow, “No aviators.” I smirk, “Do as I say not as I do, right?” She rolls her eyes, “You be quiet. Now, while you are here visiting, are you gonna sing some for me? It would be great for the bar.” “Sure Pen, I can do that for you.” She mouths thank you as she turns to serve some customers. Pete walks around to stand beside me, “So kid, what brings you to town?” “I just needed a little break. The past year has been a lot.” He pats my back, “It sure sounds like it. She is so proud of you. I am gonna head over there to my squad, but let me know if you need anything.” I nod as he walks towards the green eyed man.

I spend the next hour chatting with Aunt Penny between customers. The bar is packed now and I can’t even hear myself think. “Hey Pen, I am going to go by the water for a bit. Catch you when you close?” “Yes baby girl, be safe okay! Yell if you need anything.” I smile and walk towards the back door. I walk right past the green eyed man who is talking to two girls who look like actual models. I kick off my shoes and put my feet in the water. The stars shine so much brighter out here than they do in the city. I lay in the sand and watch the sky. I hear shuffling in the sand and next thing I know, two green eyes meet mine. The man sits down beside me and puts out his hand, “Jake Seresin.” His voice is deep and southern. I look at his hand and raise my eyebrow, “Momma always told me not to talk to strangers.” He smirks, “Well you know Penny and Penny knows Maverick and Maverick knows me so.. really when you think about it I am not a stranger.” “And who is Maverick?” “My bad, darling. That’s his callsign. I mean Pete, Pete Mitchell.” I smirk, “So let me guess, you work with him?” He grins real big, “Yes ma’am. Lieutenant Seresin, at your service.” I turn back to the night sky, “Well, it was nice meeting you Lieutenant Seresin.” He chuckles, “Something interesting up there tonight?” I shrug, “I live in the city so I never really get to see the stars.” “Where?” “Nashville.” He lays beside me, “I have never been, do you like it?” I turn and meet his green eyes, “It’s a bit crowded for me, but it’s where the work is.” “What do you do?” I laugh, “Lieutenant, you sure are asking me a whole lot of questions.” He blushes, “Sorry, I’ll be quiet and look at the stars with you.” I smirk, knowing I made him blush. A few minutes of silence pass, the only sound being the crashing of the waves. He clears his throat, “Can I just ask you one more question?” I nod. “What is it about the stars? Other than the fact you don’t get to see them often.” I gaze at the sky and think for a second, “I guess it’s just.. sometimes everything can feel so overwhelming and so big. But when I lay here and look up at the sky, I feel small again.” He cocks his head to the side, “You want to feel small?” I take a deep breath, “Yeah, I do. I really do.” I hear a loud bell and Aunt Penny’s voice, “Closing time! Pay your tab and get home safe!” I stand up and brush off the sand. Jake follows suit and walks towards the bar with me. When I get to the bar Aunt Penny gives me that motherly look and I laugh, “Oh calm down, Pen. I was just looking at the stars.” She walks out from behind the counter, “I am exhausted. Let’s go home.” We walk through the parking lot and Jake comes running up, “Wait! Hey! You didn’t even tell me your name!” I turn around and smirk, “You’re all out of questions, Pretty boy. Get home safe.” He sighs, “Seriously?!” I nod my head and Penny laughs. Once we get home the exhaustion hits me like a ton of bricks. I lay in bed, thinking about that green eyed aviator.

The next morning I am woken up by Amelia’s squeals of excitement. We catch up over breakfast, but she has sailing lessons and heads down to the marina. Pete comes over and has some coffee with us. He pours a cup and sits on the couch, “So kid, what did you do to make one of my guys text me last night and this morning?” I glance over at him, “I don’t know. He just looked at the stars with me for a bit and asked me questions. Then he used all of his up so I wouldn’t tell him my name. It was funny, you can tell he doesn’t get rejected often.” Pete laughs, “You are right, he doesn’t. Good job. I knew I would like you.” With that he high fives me and Penny rolls her eyes, “Okay let’s talk business, can you sing on Saturdays? Saturday night is always a big night. Maybe a few songs? Just covers! Nothing crazy! You know how I love hearing you sing.” I smile and lean my head on her shoulder, “Of course, Aunt Pen. Anything you want. Give me a couple weeks? I will come work the bar with you though.” She kisses my head, “Take as much time as you need. I could definitely use the company behind the bar, but only if you don’t mind.” She goes to get ready for her day and I have a few emails to catch up on. I shower and take a little nap before the night ahead. When I wake up I put on a little makeup and throw on jean shorts and a Longhorns t-shirt. My manager has been trying to get me a stylist for months now, but it never felt right. This is me. I grab the truck keys and head over to the Hard Deck.

Aunt Peggy wasn’t joking, people are packed in the bar like sardines. I finally make my way to her and start delivering drinks as fast as she can make them. I notice Pete and the other Aviators in their usual spot. Jake winks at me and I turn around to see Penny. She raises her brow at me and hands me a tray, “Well Y/n, head over there. Pete asked for another round.” “Do I have to?” She laughs, “Yes. You totally have a crush on him, so go.” I blush and curse myself for not being able to hide my attraction better. “Pen, I do not. And I definitely do not need that right now.” “Or, maybe, it is exactly what you need right now. Go be young and fun.” I shake my head as I walk towards the pool tables. Pete walks over and throws an arm around my shoulder, “Thanks, kid. How was your day?” I shrug, “Did some work.. took a nap for the first time in forever.. I can’t complain.” He smiles and turns back to the game of pool. Jake walks over from the darts to grab a drink from the tray, “Thank ya, no name.” He laughs at himself and a tall brunette walks up beside him, “Bagman, don’t be an ass. Thank you for the drinks, I am Bradley.” He extends his hand and I shake it, “Anytime. I’m Y/n.” Jake puts up his hands, “Woah woah woah, you told Bradshaw!” I shrug, “Yes I did. Now y’all take these drinks so I can get back to helping Pen.” They hand the rest out to their friends and Jake turns around, noticing my shirt, “Wait a minute, you’re a Longhorns fan?” “Born and raised.” I say as I walk back to the bar.

Throughout the night, I notice different women going up to Jake. It isn’t surprising, he is easily the most handsome guy in the room. His smile is contagious and he smells like sandalwood. I help Pen keep the bar clean and run drinks when she needs me to. A few hours in she nudges my arm, “Go relax. I can handle it from here.” I raise my eyebrow, “You sure?” She chuckles, “Yes. Now shoo!” I laugh and head towards the back door. Bradley calls out as I walk past, “Wait, Y/n! Come here for a second.” I walk over towards the group, “What’s up?” Bradley smiles, “Sorry, just haven’t seen you around here before. What’s your story?” I see Jake watching us and I laugh, “My story? Hmmm. Well, Penny is my Aunt and I decided to come visit her for a bit. Needed a break.” “Where are you from?” “Texas, but I am living in Nashville right now.” He runs his hand through his hair, “Nashville, huh? Always wanted to go. Maybe you could show me around sometime?” I glance and see Jake still listening in on our conversation, “Yeah, for sure. If you’ll excuse me, I’m uh, I’m gonna go. Nice meeting you!” He nods and says something as I walk away, but I don’t hear it. Sure, Bradley was cute. Sure, Bradley was probably very nice. But I don’t need that. Or Jake. In fact, I need to stop thinking about that man and his perfect face. I rush out the back door and pick a quiet spot. My phone buzzes, yet again, and I check it to see over a hundred notifications. Emails, social media, messages, calls, everything. I switch it to airplane mode and take a breath. My entire life I dreamed of performing my music, but I never dreamed of all the social obligations and expectations. That’s why I needed to come see Penny. I needed to get away, even if my team wasn’t happy about it. I sit in the sand and look up at the sky. I am not sure how long I have been lost in thought when a familiar Southern drawl brings me back to reality, “Figured I’d find you out here.” He sits beside me and I look over at him, “Howdy, Lieutenant.” He clears his throat, “What were you and Bradshaw talking about?” “Oh you saw that?” A muscle in his jaw twitches, “Sure did.” I chuckle, “Oh settle down. He was just wondering who I was. Not interested.” He laughs, “Oh really? Why’s that?” “Don’t need the distraction. And Penny said to stay away from Aviators.” He sighs, “Well I guess I better go home then.” “Or you can stay here and I can ask you a bunch of questions this time.” His green eyes light up, “Deal, let’s go question for question. You start.” I think for a second, “Do you have any siblings?” “2 sisters. Are you a dog or cat person?” “Dog. How old are you?” He smirks, “34. How old are you?” “24.” I blush and he furrows his brow. I clear my throat, “Does that bother you?” He shakes his head and gently places his hand on top of mine, “Does it bother you?” I take a breath and try to not seem flustered by the electricity in his touch. “Nope. Why did you become a pilot?” He looks up at the stars, “I love being in the sky. The adrenaline rush isn’t too shabby either.” He pauses for a second, “What brings you to Penny’s?” “I wanted to get away for a bit. From the job, my ex, everything I guess. Why do you keep following me out here?” His thumb is making circles on the back of my hand now, “You caught my eye. I have always been the type of man to go after what I want.”

We sit there and chat for the rest of the night. We talk about his job, Miramar, and Aunt Penny. At one point I pause, wondering when I should tell him about my job. I wonder if it could be a reason for him to not want to be around me. I know some people want to be as far away from the spotlight as possible. I brush off the thought for now and decide that if we keep whatever this is going, I will tell him. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, “What’s on your mind?” I smile, “Nothing. Just thinking about how nice this is. I like it.” “Me too. You don’t mind that I am old as dirt?” I playfully slap his arm, “Not at all. You don’t look it, by the way.” He grins, “Or you’re just distracted.” “By what? The khakis.. the muscles .. or your eyes?” Heat rises to his cheeks as he searches for his response. He kind of stumbles over his words, “Well darling, you already had my attention and then you came up here in a Longhorns shirt.” I look down at it, “You’re a fan?” “I was born and raised in Austin. You could say I am kind of a diehard fan. What part of Texas are you from?” “Johnson City. That kind of makes us neighbors.” He shakes his head, “That is crazy. I love the hill country.” I lean into his side, “Maybe I’ll show you around one day.” “As long as you promise you won’t show Bradshaw around Nashville.” I look up at him, “Deal. I can show you around there too.” He wraps his arm around me and squeezes. We stay like this for a few minutes. The silence is far from awkward, it feels like a warm blanket. The sound of Penny ringing the bell and telling folks to go home pulls us out of it. He sighs, “Better go find the squad, we all rode here with Bob.” “I could drive you home. If you wanted me to.” He smiles and follows me to my truck. I shoot a text to Penny to let her know where I am. He jumps up in the passenger side, “This is a nice truck. You drive here from Nashville?” “Oh no, I got this yesterday to keep at Penny’s. Amelia is about to start driving anyway, so she can use it when I am not around.” He looks intrigued but doesn’t press any further. He’s probably assuming it’s Daddy’s money. The thought of that makes me giggle. He directs me to his place and I park in front of the little beach bungalow. I put the truck in park, “So do you need me to walk you to the front door? To prove chivalry isn’t dead?” He chuckles, “You are ridiculous. You don’t have to, but will you go out with me tomorrow?” I raise my eyebrow, “Eager aren’t ya?” “Well if you have coffee with me tomorrow morning, I only have to wait a few hours until I see you again.” I blush, yet again, “Sure, Jake. Meet you here?” He nods, “Yeah. Around 10? I can make coffee and we can walk along the beach.” I lean in and kiss his cheek, “See you then, pretty boy.” I watch him walk towards the door, and I wonder what I have gotten myself into.

“What’s that smile for?” Penny and Pete are sitting in the kitchen, smiling back at me. I roll my eyes, “Oh, whatever. So I like him! And he is cute! And maybe he is older than me but that is totally fine, right?” Penny laughs, “How much older?” I shrug, “Like.. 10 years..” “Baby girl, you’re an adult. If you like him then you like him. You deserve someone good. Your ex was an absolute ass.” I chuckle, “We are gonna have coffee in the morning.” Pete looks shocked, “I don’t know what you’re doing to him, Y/n, but keep doing it.” I turn to Pete, “What do you mean? He seems really genuine and thoughtful and funny.” “Well kid, he is one of the best. He has the attitude to match it. But obviously, he doesn’t act that way around you. If he does, let me know and I’ll take care of him.” Penny slaps Pete’s arm and turns to me, “We both know, I’ll take care of it. Now go get some sleep before your big date.” I hug her and head to bed.

When I pull up to the bungalow, Jake is sitting on his front porch. He gives me a big hug, “Good morning beautiful.” “Morning pretty boy.” “I am never going to get away from that nickname, am I?” I shake my head, “Not anytime soon.” I follow him inside and he makes us coffee. My phone keeps buzzing in my back pocket. I check it and he says, “You can take that, I really don’t mind.” I glance quickly and see notifications from my whole team and a lot from social media. I turn it on airplane mode and shake my head, “It’s all good. Ready to walk?” He smiles and hands me a mug. We walk side by side with our feet in the water. The sky is the perfect shade of blue and the conversation flows effortlessly. We stop to sit in the sand and Jake clears his throat, “You know this might sound a little crazy, but I really like you.” I smile and grab his hand, “I really like you, too. Probably more than I should.” He chuckles, “It’s like I barely know you, but I feel like I have known you forever? I haven’t felt like this before.” “Me either, Jake.” He stands up and pulls me with him, “C’mon, up the beach there are always sporting events going on.” We walk up to a beach volleyball tournament and we stop to watch for a bit. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a couple of reporters with cameras look at me and then talk to each other. I tell myself I am being paranoid and focus on the game. Jake throws his arm around me and kisses my cheek, “You good, darling?” I smile, “Yeah.” After a few minutes, the reporters start coming towards us. I start panicking and contemplating what to do. I didn’t want to tell Jake this early, but I don’t want him to find out like this. I turn to him, “Jake, there’s something I need to tell you.” “What’s up?” As soon as I open my mouth the two reporters yell, “Y/n! Y/n Y/l/n! How does it feel to be nominated for the CMAs New Artist of the Year? Do you have anything you want to say to your fans? What brings you to California? Who are you with?” Jake instinctively stands up and starts blocking me as we walk back towards his house. His movements are quick but calm. The reporters don’t try to follow us, but they definitely got a lot of photos. I curse myself for not looking at my phone earlier, that’s probably what all the messages were about. I forgot they were releasing the CMA nominations today. My brain was too occupied by Jake. Jake keeps looking over at me, like he is checking to see if I am okay. I am too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. We make it to his back porch and sit down. He breaks the silence, “So.. uh.. what is it you wanted to tell me?” I hold my face in my hands, “I am so sorry Jake. I didn’t know how or when to tell you and I didn’t want that to happen. That’s exactly what I didn’t want to happen.” He pulls my chin up to look at him, “Darling, just talk to me.” I nervously sigh, “I am a country singer. Apparently, I am a country singer that’s been nominated for the CMAs New Artist of the Year. Didn’t find that out until just now, though.” Jake laughs, “You are something else, you know that?” I look at my hands, “Are you mad at me? For not telling you?” “Why would I be mad at you? I can understand that it is something you don’t want to tell everyone right away.” “It’s not that I am not grateful or anything like that. I have just had some bad experiences. But you just treated me like me and.. I liked that.” He puts his arm around me and pulls me in, “Well darling, that isn’t gonna change. I also won’t lie to you, I don’t listen to a bunch of new music. I’m an old country boy at heart. You know George Jones, Alan Jackson, Willie Nelson, the greats. I do think I am willing to make one exception, if you want to show me yours.” I kiss his cheek, “On the next date, promise. I also need you to know that those photos may end up somewhere. Does that bother you?” “Y/n, I will be your blonde mystery man for as long as you’ll have me.”

The following week goes by slow as molasses. Jake promised me a date Friday night and it is all I can think about. He texts me every morning and every night. I know how busy he is, so that means a lot to me. A few tabloid news accounts posted the photos of us from that day on the beach, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. My manager and publicist have been hounding me about the photos. My phone has been living on do not disturb. It is finally 6 pm on Friday, so I double check myself in the mirror before going to Jake’s. I kept overthinking my outfit and I finally decided on a casual sundress. He texted to remind me that I owed him some songs, so I grab my record player and the vinyl version of my EP. There are nerves rising in my chest. Jake opens the door as soon as I park the truck, “Hey darling!” He runs over and picks me up out of the truck. I giggle, “Hey, you. Wanna grab this for me?” I say, pointing at the record player. “You remembered! I haven’t looked any up, even though I have really wanted to.” I follow him into his home, “You’re adorable. I can’t even believe I am doing this because I never listen to my songs.” He looks shocked, “Never?!” I nod, “Never. Once I record and we make the final edits, I send it out and never look back.” His living room is covered in candles and there are a couple of blankets on the couch. He asks if I want some tea and I follow him to the kitchen, “I like what you’ve done with the place.” He grins, “Amazon is an amazing thing. I was trying to pull out all the stops for you.” I lean into his arm, “You didn’t have to do that.” He kisses the top of my head, “It isn’t every day your girl comes over to show you her album.” I raise my eyebrow, “Your girl?” He shrugs, “Yeah. My girl.” “I like the sound of that.” He pours us tea and we head into the living room. I pop the vinyl on the player, “Okay, we can just go right through it. You’ll probably like the first one.” All but one of the songs on my EP were written by me. The first song is a cover of the classic, Livin’ on Love by Alan Jackson. The song starts and his eyes light up, “No. Way.” Jake holds me close and listens closely to each song. The one I wrote for my Grandparents makes him tear up. The one about my ex made that muscle in his jaw twitch. During my song about Texas, he looks nostalgic and almost melancholy. When it finishes he turns to me, “Can we listen one more time?” I smile and start it from the top, “Only for you.”

The final song ends for the second time and he holds my face in his hands, “That was the most beautiful thing I have ever heard. Your voice is like an angel.” I smile, “Thank you, Jake.” He stares at me for a second before leaning forward and kissing me. The electricity of the kiss knocks the wind out of me. He pulls back, searching my face to see how I felt about what he has just done. I have no words, so I pull him in for another. The second kiss is deeper, more hungry. “Where the hell have you been my whole life?” He grunts between kisses. I try to respond but it comes out in a whisper, “Looking for you.”

#glen powell x reader #hangman fic #hangman x reader #hangman x you #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

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beenbaanbuun · 1 year ago

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emo!mingi

im writing something big rn but for the time being, i can’t get the fact that mingi is a certified! emo off of my mind… like ever….

it’s all i think about and as an emo/metal girlie myself, i can’t help but think about mingi fucking you to his personal horny emo/metal playlist.

bc i can guarantee he has one. like the man said one of his favourite songs was dance dance by fall out boy??? like i can just imagine him taking the lyrics to that song a little too personally, stripping you bare on his mattress, putting you on your front and kissing down your naked spine. pete wentz was sooo right when he wrote that song… mingi does want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with him…

and i’m sorry, if that man ever listens to death of peace of mind by bad omens??? oh that man would be DONE. FINISHED!! because how is he supposed to hear that song without you popping into his head. memories of him folding you in half as he fucks into you, mascara tears streaming down your face as you cry out for him. chanting his name over and over again like a mantra… it’s like that song was written about you.

and that man has eaten you out one too many times to K.M.B by nova twins… he gets so pussy drunk and just goes dumb between your legs while the music degrades him and calls him out for what he really is. there really isn’t much going on between his eyes once he gets even a hint of your pussy juices. literally turns into a pretty puppy that exists solely for your pleasure, and you’re okay with that…

and i just know that this man goes fucking i n s a n e when he hears the first note of a deftones song. imagine him listening to my own summer (shove it) and just ramming into you. he’d have you pinned down as he almost completely loses himself, thrusting hard and sensual, trying so desperately to hold on to his last thread of sanity. trying so hard not to snap completely and let himself go absolutely feral on you. he wants to, so bad actually, but for the sake of you being able to walk the next day, he holds back… barely.

but like, we also know this man is a giggly baby half the time. like he’s such a princess and i refuse to believe that every single time you have sex with him, he’s completely serious. like imagine he’s trying to be but then the playlist switches songs and it’s a fucking limp bizkit song or something. like it just switches the mood entirely because how is he supposed to fuck you when fred durst is singing rollin’ directly in his ear. like you’re not telling me this man won’t collapse on top of you in a fit of giggles, rigid dick still pressed inside of you as he tries to contain his laughter in your ear. and you just slap his shoulder or something because what the fuck is LIMP BIZKIT doing in his sex playlist?!?!?!?

i’m so sorry, but emo mingi DOES THINGS TO ME!!!!! like it’s all i can think about at any given point in time and i need people to understand that this is my roman empire!!!

#ateez x reader #ateez hard thoughts #ateez drabbles #ateez oneshot #ateez headcanons #mingi x reader #mingi smut #ateez smut

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warnersister · 5 months ago

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I Remember Everything

bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x mitchell!reader

Inspired by the song ‘I Remember Everything’ by Zach Bryan -> you and Bradley were only together back then to piss off your dad.. right?

Flashbacks & song lyrics in italics

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“What can I get ya?” You ask, back turned to the patron but you could feel their expectant presence behind you. “Rotgut whiskey's gonna ease my mind” your breath hitched in your throat as you recognised the voice, pivoting to the voice you used to yearn for just to comfort your own sanity. “Bradley.”

Yourself and Bradley went way back. Back further than you wanted to admit. You started fraternising with him when you were freshly eighteen, pissed off at your father, Pete Mitchell. And as president of the ‘Pete-Mitchell-Hatred Club’, Bradley was more than happy to oblige. He himself was 25, finally managing to begin his naval training without any support of his surrogate uncle, and he’d just dumped you in California and fucked off to the dessert for annoying some admiral, leaving you with Penny despite your argument that you were old enough now to make your own decisions.

Bradley was at a two month station at top gun, not to train; no he wasn’t at that stage in his naval aviation training yet, but to boost morale and promote dog-fighting initiative amongst the new recruits. To throw them in at the deep end and put them up against the best.

You knew the two of them didn’t get along and you knew how your father yearned for a relationship with Bradley, so it was the perfect was to get under his skin in a way that would truly aggravate him. Being with Bradley.

At first, the reason Bradley even entertained your behaviour because he knew how it would get to maverick and how, realistically, Maverick had absolutely no say in what you did anymore. Because you were an adult making your own choices, and he surrendered any parental ties on Bradley when he withdrew his papers. It was a win-win situation as far as he was concerned, that was until he really started to fall for you.

It was a hot day in mid-July and Bradley had a day off so he opted to spend it with you, honking his horn twice in his Bronco, right outside Maverick’s house as you came running out and your dad shouted after you - regardless of the fact you were always in the passenger seat. You made it to the beach but ended up in Bradley’s military accommodation, as per usual. He watched the way your hair whipped as you observed passers-by, in nothing but a bikini as your beach towel rests on the dryin’ line.

He approached you and rested his head on your shoulder, hands on your hips as he followed your eye-line to where you were watching a couple of golden-coast born boys playing volleyball on the beach.

“Do I remind you of your daddy in his ‘88 Ford?” He asked as you handed him his whiskey from across the bar. You scoffed. “You were like a Labrador hanging out the passenger door” he continued, reminiscing on the way you used to hang your body half out of the window to feel the humid breeze against your skin, a panicked Bradley with his knuckles going white as his fingers grasped at the loop holes of your worn denim shorts to keep you in the vehicle.

The sand from your hair was blowing in his eyes. He’d blame it on the beach, grown men don’t cry. He knew what you wanted out of this: a bit of fun, a dig at your father. And he knew that he shouldn’t be feeling the way he did, a sense of growing adoration for you and your company. Your constant sleep overs and loving attention.

“Do you remember that beat down basement couch?” He asked after the silence and for the first time since you looked at him, you smiled. “God I loved that thing, of course I do Brad” you say in an almost accidentally small voice. “I'd sing you my love songs and you'd tell me about how your mama ran off and pawned her ring” you nodded “I remember,” you began with a steady inhale “I remember everything.”

You worked at the hard deck over the summer while you waited on news from the colleges you’d applied to, Bradley always overstaying his welcome despite you giving a cold shoulder at closing time, before he’d approach you and manage to coax you away from the bar for the evening.

“You were begging me to stay 'til the sun rose” you remembered with a grin, thinking back on all the times you’d given into him. Bradley could hardly muster any sort of words, unable to string a sentence together as he realised you really did appreciate his first summer in North Island; strained words come on out of a grown man's mouth when his mind's broke. Thinking of the pictures and passing time, all these years apart. He wondered if you were married now, if the hard deck was what you actually did for work, if you had a man, a child, a life without him, before you broke the silence with your realisation. “You only smile like that when you're drinking” you tell his dopey grin. “I wish I didn't, but I do… remember every moment on the nights with you” he tells you.

You begin to wipe down the counter, questioning his reiterative choice of beverage. “You're drinkin' everything to ease your mind?” You asked, rhetorically. “But when the hell are you gonna ease mine?” He retorted in question and you creased your brows. He peered around the bar, it still technically closed, being only 4pm, but you couldn’t deny Bradley entrance. Not after your history together. Acknowledging that there was nobody else, he took it in his stride to zip around the bar to you, trapping you against the bar and leaning closer, you could smell the Rotgun whiskey on his mouth. “You're like concrete feet in the summer heat” he tells you with a shake of his head, laughing sarcastically as he throws his head back “It burns like hell when two souls meet”.

You look up at him and trace his moustache with your thumbs, hands cupping his chiselled jaw. “No, you'll never be the man that you always swore” you tell him, reminding him that he was nothing like your father, but you nod to the familiar Bronco in the parking lot “but I'll remember you singin' in that '88 Ford”, you smile.

“Are you gonna give me a cold shoulder at closing time?” He asked “are you gonna be begging me to stay ‘til the sun rose?” You ask in response. “You of all people know that strained words come on out of a grown man's mouth when his mind's broke” he whispers, moving to bury his head between your collar and jaw. “I still think about the pictures and passing time” you tell him, threading your hands into his hair.

You feel his brows raising “what? So I wasn’t just a way to get back at your daddy?” He asked and you shook your head. “What? I thought I was a way for you to get back at him. No, you were everything to me Bradley. Everything. You just happened to be there when I wasn’t getting along with Mav” you tell him and he takes his head from the crevice of your neck to give you a boyish smile as he realises after all this time, his feelings were always requited. “You only smile like that when you're drinking” you tell him. “I wish I didn't, but I do remember every moment on the nights with you” you tell him and he creases his brows.

“Now why’re you tryna forget me, honey?” He asked, nose almost pressed against your own. Almost. “Well you’re probably married now, kids, job, everything.” You say meekly. “And I never moved on.” His breath caught in his throat. “Darlin, I ain’t married. Ain’t got no kids or anything, no girl, no nothing. I never got over you” he tells you. “No one was ever as good as you Brad, no one made me feel the way you made me feel” you tell him as he inches dangerously close.

“Well can I give you something to take the edge off, princess?” He asks, eyes meeting yours after fleeting between them to your lips for the past few moments. “Rotgut whiskey's gonna ease my mind” you tell him as he finally leans into close the gap between the both of you, tasting the bitter sweetness on his tongue and the smell of the liquor on his moustache.

You pull away and become acutely aware of how he’s only in his swim shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, as his beach towel rests on the drying line. “Do I remind you of your daddy in my '88 Ford?” He asks as he leans his forehead against yours and you nod, with a jokingly “Labrador hangin' out the passenger door.”

“Why’re you still in North Island, sugar? Still working the Hard Deck?” He questions as he nips your neck with his teeth. You stop him and pull his head from where it was taunting against your sight. You hold his head in your hands as you shake your head with a serious look crossing your face. “Bradley I’m only helping Penny clean up. I’m stationed here for the foreseeable.” You say, as the obvious dawned on him. He hadn’t seen you since that summer before you started college “you’re in the navy?” He asked “aviator.” You replied and he grinned to pick you up and sling you over his shoulder as you yelp with surprise.

“Bradley! What are you doing?” You ask with a breathless laugh. “Got a lot to catch up on, sugar.” He tells you as you approach his Bronco. “How about an all night revival?”

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ducktoonsfanart · 1 month ago

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Mickey's Once Upon a Christmas - Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse and their friends - My redraw and style - My gift for my friend - Merry Late Christmas and Happy Late New Year - Happy holidays - Happy 25th Anniversary of Mickey's Once Upon A Christmas - Mouseverse, Duckverse and Goofyverse - Classic Disney

The holidays are over, but I still can't say goodbye to the Christmas holidays without doing one very important detail, and that was the 25th anniversary of one of my favorite Christmas specials, Mickey's Once Upon a Christmas, which celebrated its 25th anniversary at the end of last year, so happy 25th anniversary!

Yes, I drew Mickey Mouse with Minnie Mouse and their friends with their family members from the classic Disney, but in my own way, I redraw it from the final scene of that Christmas movie, adding certain characters without whom it wouldn't be the classic Disney we know it. Yes, that movie is certainly dear to me and I already did three drawings last year related to my favorite scenes from that movie, and more about that here: https://ducktoonsfanart.tumblr.com/post/770825137731813376/mickey-and-friends-celebrate-christmas-mickeys

Otherwise, that movie consists of three parts. The first part is called “Stuck on Christmas” (that story was inspired from “Christmas Every Day” by William Dean Howells from 1892) and it is about how Donald's nephews Huey, Dewey and Louie who wanted every day to be Christmas to get more presents until they realized that Christmas is not so much about the presents, as about the love in their family and then gave their uncle and aunt the best presents as well as the devoted grand-uncle Scrooge and Aunt Gertie. The second part refers to “A Very Goofy Christmas” and it is about the relationship between Goofy and his son Max. Goofy's neighbor Pete told Max that Santa Claus does not exist, so Goofy tried to convince his son that what Pete was saying was not true until he made the situation worse when he revealed that Santa Claus was in front of his son. However, Max, although disappointed, was sad for his father and tried to convince himself that he was Santa Claus, in the end they stopped a Beagle Boy and then Goofy realized that the greatest gift he had was his son and in the end they really saw the real Santa Claus. The third part "Mickey and Minnie's Gift of the Magi" (referring to the story "The Gift of the Magi" by O. Henry (William Sydney Porter) from 1905) is about Mickey and Minnie and what to give each other. Mickey wanted to buy a gold chain, but he didn't have the money so he sold his own harmonica for it, and Minnie accidentally bought an harmonica for Mickey, however they realized that it's not all about the gifts as much as it is about loving each other. In the end it ends when everyone gets together and sings the songs "Jingle Bells", "Deck the Halls", and "We Wish You a Merry Christmas". Certainly, in my opinion, a very dear and excellent movie, definitely much better than "Mickey's Twice Upon a Christmas". I forgot to mention that this movie was first shown on November 9, 1999.

Unlike the original ending of the film, I drew something similar, but in my own way, by adding a few characters that would make up a classic Disney with their loving couples and their children and friends. In addition to Mickey and Minnie Mouse, there are Donald and Daisy Duck, Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck, Goofy and his son Max Goof, Pluto the dog, Figaro the cat (Pluto is Mickey's pet, and Figaro is Minnie's pet), Chip and Dale the Chipmunk (they are more like brothers in my headcanon), Horace Horsecollar and Clarabelle Cow (they had cameo appearances in that movie and were together), Oswald the Lucky Rabbit and Ortensia the Cat (I drew them as I usually like them, and they were a great couple in the Epic Mickey video game), Scrooge McDuck and Ludwig von Drake (Donald's uncles) and Panchito Pistoles and José Carioca (Donald's best friends and who together make up the Three Caballeros). Yes, unlike certain scenes and official drawings from Disney employees, I drew Huey playing the guitar, Dewey playing a regular drum kit with a bell, and Louie playing cymbals. And all together classic clothing from the late 19th and early 20th centuries with some addition of modern clothing. Finally, this song and video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PN37QU7yoj4

I hope you like my drawing and my redraw of the final scene of that movie and feel free to like and reblog, just don't copy my same ideas and my versions of these characters without mentioning me. Thank you! I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year (both Gregorian and Julian calendars) and happy holidays to spend with your friends and your family! And a happy 25th anniversary of Mickey's Once Upon A Christmas!

Also, this drawing of mine is dedicated to all fans of Mickey and his friends and fans of classic Disney, this is also my gift for my dear friend @boingodigitalart, who is a fan of Mickey and his friends and the parks and cartoons themselves. I wish you all the best in this 2025 and I know you had a hard time last year, I want you to overcome it and follow your dreams. I hope you like this!

All the best and happy holidays to everyone!

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justabigassnerd · 1 year ago

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Hidden Talent

Pairing - Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x daughter!reader

Word count - 1,615

Warnings - little pinch of angst, mostly fluff, an unpopular trope I guess, don't like it don't read it

Summary - after some convincing, you finally take part in karaoke night and surprise the Daggers and your dad

A/N - I guess I should apologise for disappearing again... I'm so sorry I've been picking up a lot more shifts recently at work so I'm in a permanent state of exhaustion right now and I'm trying to get myself writing for y'all it's just a fight right now. I know this trope isn't popular but like... it was a request so just scroll if you don't like it and yes I chucked Taylor Swift in there because I was listening to her music while writing so yeah. anyway I won't ramble anymore, as per y'all please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!

Karaoke night at the Hard Deck had very quickly become popular among the Daggers when Penny implemented it every Saturday night. It usually consisted of the Daggers singing various songs off-key while a few drinks in. It was great entertainment for you, watching the people your dad worked with to be up on their feet singing the likes of Celine Dion and various attempts to sing the whole of Bohemian Rhapsody.

Each of the Daggers had invited you to get involved on multiple occasions but you always turned them down, saying you got stage fright and that seemed to get them to back off enough although they did reconvene together and whisper about how uncharacteristic it was for you, the daughter of Pete Mitchell to experience anything like stage fright.

One night, you were hanging out at the Hard Deck with the Daggers and watching Jake sing what he has dubbed as one of his favourite country songs, but you weren’t too sure how serious he was about it since he claimed almost every country song as his favourite. As Jake sang, beer bottle in one hand, microphone in the other, Bradley sidled up alongside you in front of the bar where Penny had just handed you a soda and spoke up.

“You going to sing anything?” He asks, keeping his tone as casual as possible.

“Not a chance.” You reply with a slight laugh tagged onto the end as you glance up at Bradley. You knew if you went up there and sang you might get made fun of. You were sure you could sing, after all you had made the school choir but that didn’t stop you from being terrified that the Daggers would tease you and then somehow word would spread to your dad, and you’d become a disappointment in his eyes.

“Come on. Just one song? Please?” Bradley pleads, making you roll your eyes with a light scoff. Since your dad and Bradley had made up, Bradley had no issues stepping in as an annoying yet loveable big brother to you.

“Bradley… have I ever said yes?” You question, raising an eyebrow as Bradley falls silent for a moment before speaking up.

“Just this once and then I’ll never ask you to do it again. Promise.” Bradley insists, nudging you lightly with his elbow, chuckling when you squirm at the tickling sensation that came with the friendly nudge.

“I’ll do it if you and the Daggers promise not to make fun of me or tell dad.” You say after a brief moment of consideration and when at first you saw Bradley light up at you saying you’d do it and then when he heard the rest of your sentence his expression shifted.

“You’d think we’d make fun of you?” Bradley asks softly, eyes regarding you gently as you begin to feel guilty for your words at the crushed look on Bradley’s face.

“Well… you guys always tease each other when you sing so I just assumed you’d act the same towards me. I don’t mind the teasing I’m just nervous enough at the thought of singing in front of you guys that any teasing might just- I don’t know.” You try explaining, not really knowing how to say what you want to say without sounding rude. You never minded a bit of fun with the Daggers, you were able to keep up with their usual banter with ease but there was something so terrifying about singing in front of them. You had grown more passionate about singing the more you did it at school and you weren’t ready for everyone around you to make fun of your interests and passions.

“y/n/n, I promise we will not make fun of you. We can go and speak to them now to get all of them to promise.” Bradley offers, making you nod with the slightest of smiles on your face as you follow Bradley from the bar to where the Daggers had congregated.

“Hey, y/n! Is everything, okay?” Reuben asks as you approach, all of the Daggers noticing how you stuck to Bradley’s side.

“Is something wrong?” Bob asks worriedly, eyes flicking between you, Bradley, and the other Daggers to try and figure out what was wrong.

“Do you want to tell them of should I?” Bradley asks quietly, glancing down at you softly.

“I’ll tell them.” You say, taking a small step forward and addressing the group who give you their undivided attention.

“Bradley has coerced me into singing a song tonight. But I will only do it on two conditions. One, you don’t make fun of me if I sound awful or anything. Two, no one tells dad about it. I’m not ready to potentially embarrass or disappoint him.” You say clearly, the way you command the group eerily reminding them all of Maverick and how he could control the group much easier than any other superior officer. After you finish speaking, the Daggers all exchange looks once more before softening.

“I promise we will not make fun of you, kid.” Jake says sincerely, as the rest of the Daggers agree and give you their own promises to not make fun of you or tell your dad. They were all a bit confused as to why you were so shy about your dad knowing about you taking part in karaoke night but since you didn’t want him to know, they promised they wouldn’t tell him. With their promise secured, you cross to Penny and tell her what song you want to play, and Penny is quick to find you a karaoke version before letting you take the stage.

As the opening bars of Fearless play, you divert your attention away from where the Daggers are sitting and instead focus your attention on the furthest wall to keep yourself distracted as you begin to sing.

When you started to sing, the Daggers exchanged looks of shock and awe. They had no clue what to expect when you took to the stage, but you had taken control of the stage and sung your heart out.

Unbeknownst to you and the Daggers, Maverick had entered the Hard Deck, ready to pick you up but instead of finding you talking and laughing with the Daggers, he saw you up on the small karaoke stage singing. You seemed so happy and confident as you sang, and Maverick couldn’t help but feel his heart surge with pride at the sight. He had no idea you could sing so well. You had never sung in front of Maverick before, not even in the car or singing around the house.

“Hey Pete.” Penny’s soft voice shakes Maverick from his stupor, and he turns to face her as you sing in the background.

“Did you know y/n could sing like that?” Maverick says, awe written across his face as he speaks, making Penny softly laugh at the expression.

“No, I didn’t. And neither did the Daggers by the looks of things. She’s never taken part until today.” Penny says, nodding her head in the direction of where Maverick’s squadron was sat, all of them looking just as shocked as Maverick was, and constantly turning to whisper to each other about your performance.

When you finished the song, the Daggers were quick to cheer and the second you stepped off the small stage Mickey and Javy grabbed you into a hug.

“That was amazing y/n/n!” Natasha says excitedly, pulling you into a hug the moment Mickey and Javy released you from their hug. You couldn’t help but laugh at how everyone was scrabbling to give you a hug or congratulate you. When the group finally dispersed, you came face to face with your dad and you stiffened slightly, worried about what was to come.

“Hi, dad.” You say nervously, trying to anticipate his next words.

“Hi y/n. I didn’t know you could sing like that.” Maverick says, a smile soon breaking out on his face which makes you relax and smile in return.

“That was amazing! I’ve got one talented kid.” Maverick continues, pulling you into his arms gently, holding you close as you wrap your arms around him with a grin.

“Thank you, dad.” You say softly, squeezing him a little tighter as you feel him press a kiss to the top of your head before pulling away.

“I hope we’ll get to hear more of your singing from now on. You can’t keep a talent like that hidden away now.” Maverick says, unable to wipe the grin from his face as you shrug lightly.

“Well, I did make the school choir… maybe you and the others can come to some performances or something?” You suggest, and Maverick wasted no time in agreeing.

“I’ll be there for every performance I can be.” He swears, making your smile widen as you go in for another hug, grateful that your dad was supporting your passion instead of shooting it down like you had feared.

“Hey, pops! Stop hogging the future superstar!” Jake calls over to you and Maverick, making you both laugh out loud as you pull away, turning around to look at him and the rest of the Daggers as Bradley steps forward.

“I just think the most important thing is I finally found myself a singing partner.” Bradley says proudly, slinging an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to his side as everyone chuckles.

“Bold assumption that I want to be your singing partner there Bradley.” You say with a laugh as Bradley’s jaw drops in mock shock.

“Come on! At least one song a week. Deal?” Bradley bargains, everyone falling silent and awaiting your response.

“Okay. Deal.”

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