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Gerard Way feeLING it while performing ‘Summertime’ at the Ameris Bank Ampitheatre in Alpharetta, GA on 09/18/2022 (x)
#i was gonna say diva but i hate that word and i hate the word sassy too#gerard way#mcr#my chemical romance#tw: flashing lights#decay era#or maybe it' swarm era whatever#crop top babe#rubbish78gifs#my gifs#TOO MUCH for me
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pop goes metal
for @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'alternate universe'
rated t | 964 words | cw: language | tags: famous corroded coffin, pop star steve harrington, flirting, getting together
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"No fuckin' way are we working with him," Eddie argues with their manager. "You're always so worried about our image and then you go and have us doing a song with a fuckin' pop artist?"
The manager, Anthony, rolls his eyes. "It'll broaden your fanbase. You know who spends money on shit? Women. You know who likes Steve Harrington? Women."
"Does he even write his own shit?" Gareth asks.
"Does it matter?" Eddie turned to him with a glare. "Even if he writes it, it's not our style."
"Maybe we could at least hear what he's trying to work with us on?" Jeff, always the calming presence, asked towards Anthony.
"He sent over a sample before we sign any agreements."
Eddie sat down in the chair furthest from everyone else, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Now, this isn't an official recording. Just what he did on his phone on his tour bus with his acoustic guitar. He arranged the bass already for Frankie, too, but said he's open to whatever Gareth feels is right for the drums." Anthony pressed play on his phone and the room was filled with strumming and a surprisingly raspy voice singing what was clearly a chorus.
Eddie could pretend he hated it, and maybe the guys would agree with him and they'd never have to speak of this again.
He couldn't hide his reaction fast enough, though.
His jaw dropped as he listened to the lyrics, surprised to find that they weren't just about going to a club and dancing or being in love.
Steve's voice broke at the end before there was shuffling and the recording stopped.
Eddie felt everyone's eyes on him. He closed his mouth and looked down at the floor, tapping his fingers against his arm.
"It's not bad," he finally said. "Not sure why he needs us, though."
"Apparently, his brother is a huge fan of you and suggested he try to work with you."
"I think we should do it." Jeff said, a note of finality in his tone that Eddie knew he wouldn't try arguing with.
"Yeah, can't hurt." Frankie shrugged.
"If he's giving me creative freedom on the drums, how can I say no?" Gareth smirked.
"Guess we're working with the pop diva, then."
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Steve Harrington was nothing like what they expected.
He showed up to their studio in sweats and glasses, holding a tablet and a bottle of Tylenol. They started to introduce themselves as he found a spot on the couch.
"I'm really glad you guys were willing to work with me," he said after he shook everyone's hand.
Eddie stared.
"My uh, my brother, Dustin, he's kinda why I wrote this song and I know it means a lot that you agreed to be on it," Steve continued. "So, thanks. Hopefully it doesn't ruin your vibes or anything."
Eddie felt every wall he built crumbling with every word Steve spoke. God dammit, this man just had to be sincere and hot and talented, didn't he?
"Nah, we're gonna sound great together." Eddie smiled at Steve's wide-eyed look. "You wanna show us the whole song?"
Steve nodded, pulling something up on his phone. Another recording, this one more professional and included an electric guitar.
"Robin was the stand in for the electric while I did bass."
"So you can play bass?" Frankie asked, leaning in.
"Yeah, but my preferred instrument is piano. I just don't do a lot of slow songs. Guitar is what gets the women interested, or so they tell me," Steve smiled awkwardly. "But feel free to change some things up. I'm totally open to suggestions."
But really, it was damn near perfect as it was. Frankie made one tweak during the bridge, but Steve ended up loving it more than the original and told him so with a grin.
"You're a fuckin' genius!" He exclaimed.
Gareth started messing around on the drums while Steve and Eddie worked on the first couple of lines.
"Something still doesn't feel right," Steve mentioned.
"Maybe we change the rhyming pattern?" Eddie suggested. "You've got ABAB. Might work better to do AABB. Some of these words can be moved around to make that work."
Steve stared at the notes app for a moment, then looked back up at Eddie, beaming smile making his eyes squint.
"I could kiss you!" He shouted. As soon as he realized what he said, he blushed, looking back down at the phone. "I mean, thanks. That's a great suggestion."
Eddie searched Steve's face, coming to the conclusion that there was probably a good reason why Steve didn't care about what women liked when it came to his music.
"I have a pretty strict rule about kissing people I work with," Eddie said slowly, quietly so they wouldn't be overheard.
"Yeah, no, that makes sense. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or-"
"But we won't be working with each other for long, right?" Eddie continued, letting his hand rest on Steve's thigh. God, he was muscular.
"Um. No I guess not."
"Rain check, then. Until we've finished our professional relationship." Eddie couldn't believe he was suggesting this. Showing interest in a pop star. What's next? Dating one? Marrying one?
"Are you saying you wanna kiss me, Munson?" Steve suddenly sounded more confident.
"I'm saying we've got work to do before I can get my hands on you." Eddie tapped his thigh before pulling away. "So let's get to it."
"Dude! I got it!" Gareth yelled, interrupting their moment.
"Be right there!" Steve yelled back, not looking away from Eddie. "Might break a record for fastest recording time ever just so I can kiss you," Steve added quietly to Eddie before standing and walking over to Gareth.
"Well, fuck." Eddie sighed, smiling to himself.
#corroded coffin#corrodedcoffinfest#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie#jeff stranger things#gareth stranger things#unnamed freak stranger things#stranger things#rock star eddie munson#pop star steve harrington
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❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 RICH GIRL kim chaewon x reader
↳ warnings: idol au, 6th member reader, yn drives chaewon crazy
MOST GROUPS IN THE INDUSTRY had a good and sturdy relationship with their members and especially if you’re the leader, the foundation of a good relationship with your members is the best thing to have.
but that just wasn’t the case with chaewon and yn, well just chaewon.
she couldn’t stand her member yn the moment she walked into that practice room to prepare for debut and yn stuck out like sore thumb, her practice clothes looked too expensive for something to be sweating in.
yn was a rich girl but not just any kind of rich, she was the rich that will last generations, her family was huge in the country, probably the most privileged family in korea to exist.
and chaewon hated that. she didn’t understand why yn would even want to be an idol when she was set for life, why couldn’t she leave the spot open for someone who actually needs it to make money.
she also found yn very stuck up in her opinion, she was a diva and a brat and chaewon doesn’t understand how the other girls love her so much when all she does is complain.
like right now.
“you mean I have to get in the water right after I just straightened my hair?” the rich girl said, the look of the disgust was apparent on her face as she moves forward to take a look at chaewon from the backseat, “that’s ridiculous.”
chaewon squeezed her eyes shut as yunjin laughed and patted yn’s shoulder, “yn, I can’t control what we do in concept photos.”
yn pouted and leaned back in her seat and rested her head on yunjin’s shoulder, “I could control it.” she mutters softly to herself causing yunjin to shake her head knowing that yn’s words would trigger the leader.
chaewon feels something snap in her and she immediately turns to look at yn with anger in her eyes, “you can’t call your daddy for everything princess.” she says a vain nearly popping out of her head.
yn doesn’t even flinch at the leaders harsh tone, completely used to it and just lets out a sigh, “I would actually call my mother for your information.” she says before picking up her phone to look at herself in her camera, “and I look so hot too, oh my gosh this sucks.” she whines.
chaewon would’ve lunged at yn in the car if it wasn’t for sakura gripping her shoulder firmly so all she did was clench her fists and turn back around to the front.
this was gonna be a long day.
chaewon stands with kazuha and yunjin as they waited for yn, eunchae and sakura to come out of hair and makeup to take the photos.
she heard loud laughs getting louder and louder and stopped herself from rolling her eyes, knowing immediately who it was.
she watched as eunchae and sakura waked in with arms linked while yn walked behind them with one of their managers holding his arm and laughing.
if there was one thing chaewon couldn’t stand about yn it was the way she acted with that manger, he was on the younger side the closest to their age and it was like yn was attached to him, all she did was hold onto him and laugh at everything that came out his mouth.
oh, how chaewon couldn’t stand it.
she tries her best to not roll her eyes and watched as yn let go of his arm and walked over to them, as much as she hated to admit it yn was beautiful and she looked even more beautiful in her outfit.
when yn made her way over to them she immediately linked her arm with yunjin’s and told the girl how amazing she looked.
what about the rest of us? Is what she wanted to bud in and ask but held her tongue.
all six girls huddled together as the photographer stood in front of them, “so we’re gonna do pairs first take a break and then do group photos.” he explained as the girls nodded.
“okay first we have chaewon and yn.” he calls causing chaewon to tense immediately, her and yn had fortunately never had to do something together alone.
why does she have so much bad luck?
yn walked over to the set and waited for chaewon who slowly walked up over, “hello! how about we do this today!” yn calls out sassily causing everyone including the staff to laugh as chaewon flushes in embarrassment.
she reluctantly walked over faster and stands beside yn waiting for instructions.
“okay, so yn i need you to get in the water.” he says and yn lets out a sigh and carefully gets in the pool, “and chaewon I need you to sit on the ledge.”
chaewon can’t help but smile at the look at the pout on yn’s face, the girl obviously not liking that she was the only one in the water
chaewon sits on the ledge and lets her feet dip into the water before waiting for the rest of the instructions.
“okay, now yn i need you to rest your cheek on chaewon’s thigh and look straight into the camera.” chaewon tenses at the instruction as yn rest her cheek on her thigh without a thought, following his instructions completely.
“great, now chaewon i need you to look down at yn and just hold that pose.” she follows the instructions and looks down at yn who looks straight and chaewon can’t help but think about how pretty she looks, its a shame she’s so insufferable.
“perfect!, okay now next pose, chaewon i need you in the water.”
chaewon reluctantly gets in the water and waits for the rest of the instructions, “I need you guys to tangle up together, wrap your arms around each other.”
chaewon immediately reddened at that instruction as yn once again without a thought in her head pulled chaewon close to her and wrapped her arms around the leaders neck before looking into the camera.
chaewon tried her best to follow yn’s lead but she felt like she was on fire, this was her first time being this close to yn and she had this weird feeling in her stomach the whole time like butterflies, but that couldn’t be right?
between takes yn whispers in chaewon’s ear, “why are you being more pissy than usual today?”
chaewon tries her best to not roll her eyes and whispers back, “maybe if you stopped flirting with our manager I wouldn’t be so pissy.”
yn opens her mouth to respond but the photographer called out that they were done and chaewon immediately pulled herself away from the arms and got out of the pool before walking over to Sakura who had a towel leaving the girl in the pool.
chaewon avoided yn for the rest of the shoot, the feeling that she was getting around the girl was throwing her off completely so she ignored the girl for the rest of the shoot, hoping that she could also ignore at the dorms as well.
but when does things ever go her way?
chaewon heard a knock one her bed room and before she could ask who is it the person opened it already.
she let out a groan when she saw yn in her door way, the girl was in chanel pjs and had a sheet mask on her face with fuzzy slippers.
“you couldn’t knock?” chaewon asks but yn doesn’t answer and just walks more into the girls room.
“gosh , your room is disgusting.” she says scrunching up her face as she scanned the leaders room, “a custom made mirror would look good right here.” she says motioning towards one of the walls.
“what do you want yn? I don’t need suggestions from you.”
“everyone needs suggestions from me.” yn says as she picks up a dirty sweater off of chaewon’s floor and throws it on a chair, “but that’s not why im here.”
chaewon raises a brow waiting for the girl to continue, “I was thinking about what you said earlier about me flirting with our manager.”
“and?”
“and? I was wondering why me flirting with him would make you so mad but then it hit me.” yn said walking closer to chaewon’s bed, “I know why.”
“you do?” yn is actually self aware and knows how insufferable she is? chaewon asks herself.
“yep.” yn nods her head, “you have a crush on me!”
chaewon’s eyes widened so big they looked like they were gonna pop out of her head, “what?!”
“and it all makes sense!” yn continues, “you being so mean to me was probably a cover up for how much you’re in love with me.”
chaewon couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“me flirting with our manager was probably your last straw, how cute.” yn says flipping her hair, “right?”
all chaewon could do was look at yn in shock, this was the first time she was genuinely speechless.
“all you had to do was ask me on a date leader.” yn says teasingly before walking towards chaewon’s door. “I’d say yes” she winks before walking out of chaewon’s room closing the door calling out a good night.
chaewon’s is still staring in shock.
what just happened?
#Chaewon#kim chaewon x reader#lesserafim x reader#chaewon le sserafim#lesserafim#lesserafim imagines#girl group imagines#kim chaewon
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Horror night and phone calls
Max verstappen x greek driver reader, Charles leclerc x greek driver reader
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Side note : omg ignore that the Silverstone gp is right after the Austrian gp just pretend in between of those there is two weeks break. Also I wrote the first piece on my birthday bit I changed it a bit.
(Wow this is gonna be so cringe so I am not proofreading that sorry) ( why the transition took me so long?)
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Driving for f1 is not easy but also trying to stream every week or even every other week is much harder but somehow every Friday that she is not racing or even on racing week she religiously she will stream on twitch with her friends in a horror night.
No one on the grid knows she is even on twitch because mostly twitch hates Greek streamers for No reason at all.
This Friday tho it is more chaotic having 5 of our group on stream and a vr horror night ? Say less the stream starting a little before 12 at night. At first there is a baner ( i dont know how to spell it so you will have to use your imagination for that) and Techno music in the background and when the baner disappeared you could see 2 bearded men, a woman and a twink sitting on chairs with the 3 of the 4 wearing glasses and the word diva is displayed in pink degital letters and dancing, bopping their heads on sinc to the beat for a whole 3 minute song and the chat saying weird thing and cursing it's a sign that you will enjoy it.
The music stops and all you can hear is a bunch of greeks speaking loudly, the first one begins thanking the people that subbed and the other bearded man that sat in front of the woman said :
"παιδιά ένα ευχάριστο στην φίλη μας από εδώ που μας έκανε την τιμή να εμφανιστεί μετά από τόσο καιρό "
" guys a round of applause for a friend here that gave us the honour to appear here after so long"
And the girl rolled her eyes and scolded him
" ρε μαλακά Αλέκο αφού ξέρεις ότι έχω δουλειά που δεν είναι μόνο να κάνω λαιβ!"
" alex you know I have another jod other than going live!"
The man shakes his head and then just nodded
" επίσης έχουμε και τον Θέμη εδώ άμα δεν το έχεις καταλάβει κι ολλας! Οπότε θα περάσουμε καλά, σας έχω ετοιμάσει ένα σορό παιχνίδια και experience για διάφορες ταινίες και θα δούμε τι θα κάνει ο κάθε ένας αλλα θα αρχίσουμε με phasmophobia"
" also we have themh here if you haven't noticed! So we are gonna have fun, I brought us so many horror games and experience to play from different horror movies and we will see what we will choose later now we are playing phasmophobia"
"οχι ρε πουστη μου! Κατευθείαν στα βαθειά ρε Σάκη!"
" No fucking way! Straight in the deep Saki"
The girl exclaimed in frustration and cleaned back in the back of her chair
" ε ναι αφού δεν σε έχουμε πολλές φορές λίγο της δουλειά σου και δεν μπορείς να είσαι εδώ συχνά είπαμε να κάνουμε κάτι ωραίο για εσένα! Α παιδιά για όσους είναι καινούριοι η y/n είναι πιλότος της f1 και δεν ειναι εδώ πολλές φορές λόγο τον αγώνων που είναι και τώρα είναι στο χειμερινό δίλημμα της και ήρθε Ελλάδα ενώ μένει το Monaco "
And the man that hasnt talked yet said
" επίσης κανένας δεν ξέρει ότι κάνει καν λαιβ στο twitch εκτός από την Ελλάδα που βλέπετε τα λαιβ μας"
" ισχύει δεν έχω πει σε κανένα�� ότι κάνω λαιβ και δεν θέλω να μπλέξω τις δύο μου ζωές μαζί για λόγους ευνόητους." there was a pause while their read the chat " ποιοι είναι αυτοί οι λόγοι? Πρώτα από όλα θα γίνω ξεφτίλα για τόσο κόσμο καλά με εσάς δεν με νοιάζει αλλά οι ξένοι δεν θα κατάλαβενουν τον Χριστό τους από ότι λέμε και δεν θα μας πιάνουν, θέλω να κρατήσω αυτήν την ζωή μου μυστική γιατί σχεδόν κάθε εβδομάδα είμαι συνέχεια κάτω από τους φακούς και δεν μπορώ να εκφραστώ όπως θέλω γιατί αν έκανα όπως κάνω και εδώ δεν θα με ήθελε καμία ομάδα στην f1, ρε μαλακες δεν χαίρεστε ότι είσαι ένα μέρος από την μυστικη μου ζωή σαν τον Batman "
laughter enrupted in the room and the time hit midnight and it was a sign that they should start playing the game y/n went first with Alex which she wasn't so pleaused but agreed to anyway being happy to be paired with him.
Putting on the vr glasses, standing up and getting the handles handed in her hands due to her being unable to see and they helped Alex too so he would join her to a game of phasmophobia.
Starting the game, they choose the place the want to go to and Alex insisting on getting on the hard mode and a few pleas on going on easy mode for now by y/n, pressing the ready up button they entered the van where there was the equipment that they had to use like a radio, a spirit box, flashlight and most importantly a cross.
Each taking one flashlight and then they strategically took one of everything that the game allowed, and they took the keys and of they go from the truck to the house.
Unlocking the door, the girl turned on her flashlight and started walking inside of the building with Alex in tow, the two others that don't play the read the chat and taking the two guide them back in front of the camera and turning them back around to face the camera so the audience could actually see them.
After gathering some evidence of what type of ghost is in the house with a lot of screaming and sitting down to calm down they could select the type of ghost and start with the exorcism which y/n didn't like at all but she had to do it for the views now the time almost reached one in the morning and they speed it up so the tow others could play too.
After doing it all the chat wanted them to call randomly people and talk to them and they did a every popular request is for y/n to call her teammate Max Verstappen and talk to him for something random.
But for her bad luck max actually was calling her right now so it was even better and she picked up of course.
" hello max! I am doing something right now and you are on speak in front of a lot of people so be mindful of what you are saying please!"
" hello y/n/n, thanks for the reminder! What are you doing exactly? Also be careful too because I am live with red line! Say hello to the guys!"
" hello everyone! Actually I am live too * laughter enrupted in both ends of the line * what can I do for you maximus prime nah just kidding what can I do for you?"
The girl looked at the chat and laughing at the chat for the things they are saying while there was a pause on max's end for sure he was sim racing and she then looked at her friends with a wicked smile and muted the call so she could speak freely not that they will know what she was saying anyway but just a reprucation.
" τι λέτε να πάμε στο stream τους και να του κοροιδευψουμε ή να κάνουμε μαλακιες αλλά να μην τους πούμε ποιος τους έστειλε και να φρικαρουν λίγο?"
she spoke up again after unmuting the call
" Should we go to their stream and troll them or do some shit but not to tell them from who we came from and just freak them out?"
" matter of fact let me go to the live stream to see your beautiful, handsome face bro! I missed you!" with that she shearch the username redline and she clicked on the live and started laughing
" why the fuck are you on sim?! We are on break go outside of whatever! Aren't you sick of it? I am not touching it for another week when I return to Monaco!"
" Why? I like the sim it's lovely!"
" Because you do that every other weekend already!, oh before I forget! I am coming to Monaco in a week but you would join me in Greece my family wants to see you again!"
" I don't know if I can come, I have a few things to take care of but I could come so we can leave together Silverstone because you know I have more space now! Oh fuck! That's why I called you! Chat couldn't stop talking about your opinion on the crash in Austria! So what's your opinion? "
" Only two things I have to say! One : we are professional drivers for fucks sake that's what we do race not everything should bend over backwards for anyone! And two : I like lestappen better!... Oh I can smell the tweets from here! I will be trending so what's new?
* laughter again enrupted in the room *
alright mate I will text you later because I got to go now! Have a good stream maxie! "
And with that she hung up the phone and her friends are still laughing. When Sakis spoke up
" εξηγείς λίγο στον κόσμο για το τι λέγατε γιατί κάποια δεν τα πιάσαμε ούτε εμείς"
"" explain to the people what were you saying because some things we didn't even catch
" λοιπόν ειχαμε έναν άγονα την Κυριακή και όπως ο Max αγονιζοταν με έναν άλλο από μια άλλη ομάδα lando πήγαιναν ρόδα με ρόδα και επειδή ο lando δεν μπορεί να αντέξει τόσο πίεση ιδικά από τον max έβγαλε το αμάξι του εκτός και έγινε ένας * καβγάς * που στην πραγματικότητα απλά έλεγε μαλακιες ο lando για τον Max ότι πρέπει να ζητήσει συγγν��μη αλλιώς θα χάσει το respect του για αυτόν και ο Max δεν ζήτησε συγγνώμη που καλά έκανε γιατί δεν είναι έτσι το επάγγελμα μας και τώρα δεν του μιλάει του Max ο lando και αυτό που έλεγα για το lestappen είναι απλά ένα όνομα που έχουν δώσει κάποιοι στον Max και τον άλλον φίλο μου charles και μου αρέσει καλύτερα αυτό το δίδυμο πάρα ο Max με τον lando οπότε άμα πάτε σε λίγο στο twitter θα δείτε την Παναγία και τα μάτια σας με μαλακιες που θα λένε για εμένα, τον max και μπορεί τον charles οπότε κάτσε να του στείλω να ξέρει το γίνεται "
"" okay so we had a race in Sunday and while we were out there on track max went wheel to wheel with a person from another team lando and they found each other and lando spinned out of the track and in an interview lando was saying that if max doesn't apologise for it then he will loose respect and shit but max didn't apologise because he was right and that's what we do, race but anyway now they aren't taking, lestappen is a ship of you people max and my other friend Charles and I said I liked better that the lando and max duo. Ohhh I can smell the tweets about me and max, maybe even charles so I better call him and warn him "
She ended her rant and pued up her phone and phoned charles but this time not on speak, the others doing their own thing continueing their phone pranks which stopped when they hear her speak French and Alex immediately started spitting out his version of French, and insisting to talk with Charles which y/n first asked permission to put him on speaker because Alex wanted to speak with him and y/n warned charles that he wasn't going to be making sense while laughing.
After hanging up with Charles she continues to play with the vr horror games and experience with horror films.
She realised that she loved them and they loved her regardless of if she can hang out or not for a while and that wherever she went she had people to love her. And she felt content with it.
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Ugh I don't know how to feel about this because I know it's not gonna get likes but I liked it a bit!.
Update : why did I upload it now? My stupid ass scheduled it for 5 days not 5 hours 🤷🏻♀️ for fucks sake man
#x reader#f1 x reader#marriswriting#drive to survive x reader#my writing#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen x you#charles leclerc x reader#bloodyymaryyy#i don't fucking care#Lestappen#just trying to pass the time because no good fics are on my feed#My fic#x greek driver#greek reader#Greek streamers#Phone calls#Idgaf
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Yandere Alphabet—Johnny Cage MK1
A/N: I’m back in my MK11/1 phase so please be prepared for the toxic men we love/hate! Here’s prime Johnny being a absolute monster to his darling. Remember this is all my opinion.
Warnings: abuse, violence, emotional/verbal abuse, kidnapping, forced videos, ect…
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Requests: Mk11/1/X or whatever else I write for open 24/7
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Johnny dearest is always functioning at a highhhhh intensity! Especially when it comes to his darling.
He’s never shy of showing his love for you. He doesn’t just have one love language… Gift giving, physical affection, words of affirmation and quality time are all his favorites.
It can often times be quite scary witnessing this first hand. He’s constantly love bombing you and acting a little too perfect at times to win you over…of course this is only followed by his✨abusive behavior ✨
Any little piece of information he can grab from you, he will use it for his benefit. You like a certain brand? Here is everything they have in every single color….
You like a partner you can sit and paint with?! Well buckle up baby because he is now, Mr. Johnny Ross(loll)
He’s willing to one up anything someone will offer you with something farrrrr greater.
You’re smothered with all kinds of physical affection as-well and it doesn’t matter who is around y’all at the time. You can try to push him away, his grip will only become tighter and he’ll utter sweet nothings in your ear, “the more you fight me,the worse I’ll make this for you.”
His smile and gestures are oh so sweet, but there’s just something so chilling behind it.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
Before Johnny had ever joined the tournament he was a very great muy thai fighter, sometimes to a fault.
Cage got himself into lots of trouble and plenty of fights during his career over very small issues….you don’t think he’ll go through hell and back for you?!
I mean come on he kills for fun at this point, he’ll gladly slice someone’s head off if they disrespect you.
I honestly don’t believe there’s any limits Johnny is not willing to cross when it comes down to getting his hands bloody. Torture, extortion, kicking someone into a moving train…
I mean hell I’d say at his very worst delusional state he’d even kill someone publicly if that proves his devotion to you.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
From reading other writers works and analyzing hours of Johnny cannon content…it seems to be a mixed bag.
But I personally think he would be rather mean towards you.
Yes MK1 johnny is a sweetie pie and really seems to care about people he loves but his wife still left him over his ways.
I can see him being extremely condescending and enjoying watching you beg for food or to be let out.
He’s a narcissistic asshole at his core. I think he’d get much pleasure out of forcing you to give praises to him and perform certain humiliating tasks to get what you want/need out of him.
(Don’t mean this sexually lmaooo)
“Oh you want some water, sweetheart? Sure! You know you can have whatever you want in this house….as long as you do what I asked for earlier..”
I think Johnny would also film you doing these tasks while he laughs at and mocks you. Just something wholesome for him to watch when he’s away from you🥰
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
Obviously the stuff I mentioned previously plussss
Forcing you to go to premiers, red carpet, parties, and interviews.
Sometimes he’ll make you sit in his movie trailer all day while he’s getting ready or reciting lines. You will have to compliment his hair and costuming thoroughly or no one will go home until it’s right.
“It looks great.” Ain't gonna cut it!! Please just play along. The costuming and makeup department are underpaid and overworked. He’s gonna have a full blown diva meltdown if you don’t respond correctly.
Also! You don’t have a choice to not be all over his social media or on his live streams…and you better not even HINT to being abducted because you will get it!!
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
Depends on how long you’ve been his darling…
I think Johnny is fantastic at pretending his life is perfectly fine and that “Cage” is really him.
He wants you to believe he truly is all he is cracked up to be. Deep down all narcissistic people are a little bit insecure though and he fears you’re going to walk out on him if the mirror shatters.
Living in his house longer than a few months is easy to see just how messed up and vulnerable he actually is. No matter how much he tries to hide his addictions, failing career and lack thereof money…you see it all.
Every now and then Johnny will get black out drunk and have a moment of vulnerability. He’ll shower you in endless apologies and cry about how much he’s just scared you’ll leave…
You’re so perfect and pure unlike his disgusting self. You’re the only reason why he still tries—-blah blah blah
He forgets all that crap in the morning and goes back to being his usual self. Don’t bring this up, even in the heat of your emotions he’ll gaslight the hell outta you
(Deep down he knows what you’re saying is true but who would he be to admit this)
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
It’s hilarious…Oo it reminds him of this old Hollywood film..what was it called again?
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
Is it a good day or is it happening after a shitty day at the studio??
A good day? He’ll just have fun with it. You’re not strong enough to even win this so why do you try???
It’s cute though and it doesn’t really phase him at all. Like I said he looooves recording videos of things like this to replay later. He might even play it for you again before you go to sleep, just to remind you who actually has the upper hand.
“Hahahaha, oh this is comedy gold! Are you seeing this? I hope you’re watching so the next time you think about being a pain in my ass and try to escape, you’ll remember just how weak you are. This is my kingdom baby..no one leaves unless I say so.”
He says this all with his stupid smile before turning over to fall asleep like it’s nothingg
A bad day he’s pissssed. Can’t you see that he is trying all he can to get back on top…FOR YOU…and you wanna be a little bitch and escape??
There’s nothing but pure rage and I’d caution you to ignore anything that leaves his mouth for the next two hours
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
He wants to obviously get back on top of the world. He craves that attention and status again. He wants to get married to you, maybe make you into some kind of model or something too…maybe not….you’re only allowed to pose for him.
You’ll be his perfect little trophy that he can parade and throw around as he pleases. You’ll get everything you could ever want.
Who wouldn’t want to be married to an Emmy-Award winning super starr?? This is the perfect life no?
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Jealous? Johnny Cage and jealous being used in the same sentence?! Yes.
He’ll never ever give you the satisfaction of admitting that he is. He always gets jealous over the littlest things.
He doesn’t believe in you having a Hollywood crush…he is the Hollywood crush and how dare you insult him by even suggesting that person is hotter than him?!
He’ll spend hours dissecting them and how every feature or personality trait is unattractive in contrast to his. You’re starting rivalries, y/nnnn!!!
You are to not look, speak , or breathe the same air as another man. Johnny will constantly be in the backseat of a cop car fighting these guys.
If he suspects you’re crushing/talking to someone else(even if you’re not) he’ll lash out about it.
Your devices, journals, and personal items are all confiscated until he goes through every single one of them to make sure you’re really not cheating.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
Okay let me give him a break. I’ve talked so much about him being a menace that I need to remind everyone that he’s a natural romancer.
Ganghis khan doesn't have anything on the amount of women he’s been with. Of course Johnny knows a few things about being sweet to a lady.
There’s plenty of days where he’s extremely charming and shows that he cares. Even with his crippling debt, he still finds money to spoil you.
A lot of times you think he isn’t listening to you because he’s always glued to his phone. While that may be 60% true, he does pleasantly surprise you with the things you mentioned or talked about. He’ll have his assistants scour the internet trying to find rare items from your favorite fixation for you.
I mentioned he is extremely physically and verbally affectionate at times. A lot of the times his compliments are…degenerative but he will say something wholesome every now and again.
“Hmm…I really love your hair like that. The curls really make you look lovely.”
On a regular day he does speak rather gently to you, especially in public and if you get nervous from all the paparazzi.
He doesn’t shy away from PDA. Cage isn’t embarrassed of you at all, even if you are more of a plain Jane. You’re still smoking hottttt!
Don’t worry about asking before touching him. If you’re a socially anxious person, he actually gets excited when you hold onto his arm or curl up into him.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
Flirtatious banter and love bombing…
He was genuinely shocked when you had absolutely no interest in him. That has never not worked on a woman. (A lie) You didn’t even accept the Chanel bag?! That’s a first.
when he realized all his tricks weren’t going to work, he resorted to just taking what is rightfully his.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
He likes to take away any kind of enjoyment from you. If you want to act up and not obey him…fine. If he’s not happy then you can’t be.
He’ll deactivate devices, turn off the water or light, even lock up all the food items so you can become deprived.
Will also make the house extremely hot or cold and remove any blankets/air conditioning.
You liked your stuffed animals and nicknacks? How about your prized possessions? Well too bad. He’ll throw them all in a box and hide them somewhere.
The bedroom is emptied and if you need to use the bathroom, you can pee in a cup. His luxury soaps and toilet are only meant for him at the moment.
Can be rather verbally abusive as well. You won’t be able to forget that “he’s the prize”, princess. He gave you everything, and he’ll take it right back. You only get things if you’re good.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
This all depends on you, chica…
How loving are you towards him? Are you constantly giving him such a hard time? Do you reject every advance and sweet moment that he tried to give you?
If not, he’s a saint. He’ll ignore your bad behavior and cut you some slack. He’ll find your antics to be more endearing than anything.
If so, he’s not so patient. Why cut you so much slack when you push him out everyday. You’re not even trying for him.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
I don’t believe so. At most…he might think, “gosh did I really just capture her?”, at first.
But then when he really thinks about it, the pros outweigh the cons. He gets to have you all to himself. You’ll learn to love him, he usually grows on people.
Besides, the authorities would never believe that a super star like him, would ever kidnap some random chick, like you.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
Okay I have mentioned that he’s a little shit and finds it a bit funny when you cry…but isolation is something he hates.
Yeah like go ahead lock yourself in the bedroom for about an hour because you’re upset. Anytime after that, he’s kicking down the door.
He brought you here to spend time with him. You’re not going to waste away in some closet. Besides he’s worried that you’re plotting to jump out the window or something. He doesn’t want you to hurt yourself either.
Trying to distance yourself from him won’t work out for you. If you sit on the opposite side of the couch or refuse to cuddle in bed, he’s handcuffing himself to you so that you have no choice but to interact with him.
This is kind of sick but sometimes when you’re having one of your moments he might start live streaming just to get you to stop. He’ll flip the script and act like he’s the one hurting. He knows you don’t like the spotlight and are too scared to stand up for yourself because his fans won’t believe you.
You’ll usually give into what he wants and apologize to him until he turns it off.
“See…that wasn’t so hard. I won’t have to include my fans in our problems if you didn’t act out like this. I just get so frustrated that I have no choice but to put you on blast.”
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
He has quite a few. Picking on his insecurities and soft spots are the best ways to manipulate him.
Sweet talk to him, make him think you’ve finally realized how much he loves you. How much you truly do need him to survive. He’s given you a whole new life for the better and you’re sorry for not seeing that sooner.
Play on this for quite a while until he lets his guard down…just pray he doesn’t catch onto your manipulation before you can get far enough away.
He’ll never let up on you when he finds you.
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
I don’t believe he’d beat on you.
I do agree with some other writers that he would threaten you with violence or even put something to your throat but I can’t see him going through with it.
He just wanted to scare you into loving him.
“Come on, babe. I’ll put it down if you tell me how much you love me? Hmm. How about that you won’t ever look in another man’s eyes ever again.”
I do think at times he’ll be extremely rough with you. You might even end up with scratches or a bloody nose. I don’t think any of those were purposeful. You were just fighting him so much that it happened.
If he’s super pissed with you, hair and ear pulling would definitely be on the bingo card. (Possibly biting? Or are you guys like number 5 and find that weird?)
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
Oh so badly but only if you won't be cooperative with him.
He needs your attention, love and support. He needs to have every single inch of you. All your energy and time should only go to him. He won’t budge on just some 50%,..he needs it all. Trust me when I say that he knows if you’re not giving enough.
Whatever gets the best results out of you he will continue to do at full intensity until you give into him.
You’ll learn to forgive and forget about all the things he’s done. One day you’ll see the bigger picture.
Johnny can’t handle rejection and has never been one to give up. If it’ll take years to break you, so be it. You’ll be the best award he’ll ever win in his lifetime.
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Pairing: Dieter Bravo x gn reader
Warnings: 18+, pwp, kinda subby Dieter, kinda gentle dom reader. dirty facetime call, m masturbation, allusions to m receiving anal, lots of pet names for Dieter (nothing for reader)
Word Count: 1.2k
Summary: Dieter always gets desperate when he's away from you for too long.
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Dating Dieter Bravo is not easy. That’s the truth.
It’s difficult. He’s difficult. An international movie star with an Oscar win under his belt? Yeah, he requires a certain kind of partner and a certain amount of patience. It’s not on purpose of course, you know that, but he is so used to a particular level of attention and he’s not exactly not a diva.
The worst thing about dating Dieter though is that he so often is just not around. Those long, long periods when he’s off in some beautiful but entirely too lonely location filming something ludicrous for equally ludicrous money.
Dieter requires attention and it’s kind of like torture for you both when you can’t touch him and give him all that he so desperately wants from you.
So you have to make do with what you can give him.
“That’s right baby” You say softly, watching him on the screen of your phone.
You’d taken his video call 30 minutes ago and he’d already been needy for you; plush robe hanging open as he sat in his luxury hotel bed and gave you those ridiculous big brown eyes, moaning your name and telling you just how he couldn’t live another second without you. Dramatic to the end, that was your dear sweet Dieter.
Your love adores an audience, never used to doing anything all alone. It’s to be expected after a few days of filming that he’ll call you with needy rasps and grunts down the phone line either talking you through your pleasure or begging for something from you. Today it is begging. Today he is all yours in exactly the way you like.
Now he’s showing you just what he needs with his hand fisted around his aching cock and his face flushed pink with a sheen of sweat making him glistening so deliciously. He’s angled the phone on his night-stand to give you the best view he can as he thrust his hips up to fuck in to his fist. He looks so lovely and you silently thank whoever invented video calling as you talk him through his obedient desperation.
“That’s good pretty boy. Imagine it’s me, yeah?” You coo, giving him what you can to help him along.
Dieter whimpers with movements stuttering a little. He’s been holding off for a while. Trying really hard for you.
“Just think...sweet thing...think about my mouth around you, taking all of you in. Can you do that baby?” You guide him your voice a little breathy as you work on your own need. You can’t possibly not get off to him being like this. “Jesus fucking christ” He groans “I’m gonna…”
You can tell. From the way he pants out his words in grunted syllables and from the clearly achy, leaky tip of his cock thrusting up through his fisted hand. “Oh no, be good. Give me another minute” You direct with a voice all sticky sweet with love and deep enjoyment the view. Only a little annoyance that you’re seeing it on a small screen rather than from in between his legs
Dieter whines and you tut. This is exactly how you like him, when he's tamed and desperate for you. A shame it only seems to happen when he's on the other side of the world. You love that you get to see him like this but you hate that there’s this goddamn screen separating you and all those miles of ocean. You want to make him cry. Hold him off for hours and then put your mouth on that gorgeous cock til he’s a mess.
"Oh sweetie, the things I'd do to you if I was there" you moan
"I'll get you on a...on a plane right now" He whimpers, and gives a look to the screen that makes you think of a sad little puppy not getting what it wants. You laugh a little.
"Hm, I bet you would. But I don’t think so. Besides I like you better when you can't disappoint me"
It's cruel but he moans, fucking his fist a little faster,
"Hold on for me"
"Can't-" Dieter sighed
“You better or I'm ending the call right now. You don't wanna come without an audience. I know you baby" Your tone gets harder, more commanding and he lets out a strangled groan. He whines your name all pathetic. He's a mess, fucked out and sweaty, cock already leaking over his hand right on the precipice of release.
"Let me come...I’ll...I'll buy you that ticket straight away and give you something better" He says quietly, distracting both of you and stilling the movement of his hips as he tries to bargain with you.
"Oh?"
"Let you fuck me properly I want you to...to...take me" Dieters words are so urgent, his breath coming out short.
You raise an eyebrow to the camera. That piques your interest. He's not given you that opportunity yet. For a couple seconds your silent, trying to control your own pleasure enough not to slip out of your current persona.
"Keep moving baby, don't remember telling you to stop" you finally say
"I'll let you. I want you to. Just let me buy you a ticket and get on the damn plane". He starts again, slowly so he doesn't explode within a millisecond.
"I'll think about it. It's a good offer, I'd love to fuck you. You know I would. Make you beg for it"
"Jesus...." He pants, too close to do anything else but beg "Please..."
"Go on, honey. Better be a lot" you finally allow it, and Dieter sighs in relief.
You watch the screen intently as he succumbs; his hips faltering as he spills hard all over his hand. It is a lot, it always is when he knows you're watching. He looks so good all messy and undone. It might be your favourite sight in the world. His hair sticks to his head a little. You want to run your fingers through it and see if he'll give you more of himself.
"Get over here on the next flight, I swear to god" He mumbles, breathy, before continuing "Can't give me up, I know you can't"
You roll your eyes at his cockiness and take your hand away from yourself. If he’s lucky you'll call him again later to finish this. He’s always lucky with you.
"You're gonna have to beg me, you’ll have to show me show bad you want it” You tell him, voice all cool confidence because you know he can’t say no and you don’t want him to. “I’ll call you again in an hour and you better be ready to show me"
You both know you’re going to give in but it’s not about that, it’s about his supplication right now.
He sobs all sweat and breathlessness and sticky mess when you stop touching yourself and he hears the zip of your pants going back up. You give him a sweet smile but oh you’re going wild on the inside at every detail you can see on that bright little phone screen. You’d lick his release right off his hand if you could.
“Get cleaned up, messy boy. If you’re good you’ll get to see me come next time too”
He’s about to say something more but you won’t let him have the last word.
“And then we’ll talk about that flight”
You hang up.
He’ll give you exactly what you want and you’ll give him exactly what he wants, there’s no question. But the waiting only makes it more worthwhile for both of you.
#dieter bravo x reader#dieter bravo x you#pedro pascal character fanfic#pedro pascal#dieter bravo fanfiction#pedrostories#gideon writes again maybe#this kinda sucks but I actually wrote smth so
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Berry Blues
Season Two
Part Sixteen - (Original Song) Trouty Mouth!
Quinn Fabray x Reader
Summary: Against what you considered your teams better judgement, the New Directions were convinced to write original songs for the upcoming competition, that could seal your hopes and dreams of -temporarily- getting out of the small town you called home. If only drama didnt follow the club like a plague.
Word Count: 5,352
WARNINGS: Maths, argument, yearning, that’s mostly it
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"Guys, I've got some bad news."
"Oh, just what I want to hear on a morning," you sassed from your seat beside Artie, the boy helping you finish your calculus homework last minute.
"No one does, Y/N," Mr Schue drawled, "You know how we decided on 'Sing' by My Chemical Romance for Regionals? Well, I hold in my hand a cease and desist letter from the band. We can't do it."
Puckerman scoffed from the back of the choir room, "It was the perfect anthem."
At the Spanish teacher's statement, you pulled your attention where you were scribbling a -probably wrong- equation onto the paper in your lap, looking at him with furrowed brows.
"That really doesn't sound like something the band would do."
"How much do you wanna bet Coach Sylvester has something to do with this?" Mercedes asked, shaking her head.
"One step ahead of you."
"So, what are we gonna do now?" she continued.
Before Mr Schue could begin to offer up some words of confidence, whilst he secretly worried inside, Rachel voiced her opinion.
"I think we should write original songs for Regionals."
"Oh, nope. That's still a bad idea." You shook your head, turning back to your homework.
You hate to admit it because you loved your sister dearly, but your hand was one of the firsts that rose into the air after Santana's declaration.
"All those in favour of voting Rachel down a second time?"
However, what came next shocked you to your very core.
"No, I think Rachel is right."
With horrified eyes, you turned to look over your shoulder at the blonde sitting behind you.
"Who are you, and what the hell have you done with Quinn Fabray?"
The girl rolled her eyes at you.
"This team works best when we push ourselves and do something a little different."
At Quinn's defence for your sister, everyone with their hands raised slowly started to lower them, listening to her reasonings intently.
"That's true, but if the all the other teams are doing amazing songs, we're not gonna be so good."
"You're right. We're not gonna be as good. We're gonna be better," Quinn countered Mercedes, "We won't be using other people's words or music. It'll be our own. Our own heart, soul, not just our voices. We have a really talented songwriter in our midst. Rachel, I was thinking maybe you and I could write a song together."
Okay, now something was definitely up.
Not only was Quinn Fabray volunteering to spend time with your sister, working on a project, when you knew full well that she could barely stand the shorter diva Berry.
But she also called her a "talented songwriter", when if she was forced to hear any of the drafts you had been, you knew she would not be saying that. Nor would she be jumping -creating- the opportunity to work with her.
"I'm with Quinn and Rachel," Finn spoke, looking between the two teenagers he had dated, making you roll your eyes at him, "I mean, if these two can agree on something, it's probably an idea worth considering."
"Well, I still think it's a bad one."
"Wait a minute. So suddenly, you two are writing music for Regionals?" Santana asked, almost affronted, "No way. I think that everyone should get a chance to write a song."
Sam was quick to agree with his girlfriend.
"Santana's right. We can do this."
"What do you think, Mr Schue?" Mercedes asked the man standing in the centre of the room, cease and desist letter still within his grasp.
The curly-haired man shrugged, giving a tight-lipped but pleased smile.
"I think we're doing original songs for Regionals."
After the short applause, both young Berrys turned to gander at the blonde behind them.
Rachel with a thankful smile.
And yourself, with a snappy comment.
"Seriously, who are you?"
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Early the next day, before your first class, you meandered the halls, looking for one of your friends to chat with for the short time before the bell rang.
And that's exactly what you found.
Only, they didn't look how you expected.
"Oh, what the hell happened to you two?" you asked the two ex-cheerleaders, whose clothes were caked in soil, mouths also coated in the stuff, looking as if they had been eating it.
"Sue put dirt in our lockers," Santana explained as Brittany spat the stuff from her mouth, trying to pluck it away with her just-as-covered fingers. Her statement made your eyes drag behind them to where their lockers sat, filled with dirt.
"That's insane. Why'd she do it?"
"She's still pissed at us for not going to the Cheerios Nationals and the fact that she's not a cheer coach anymore."
"She is the prettiest person I have ever met, and I live with my sister." Gesturing them towards you, you said, "Okay, let's uh... let's get you two a change of clothes. Unless you wanna look like you just dug yourselves out of shallow graves."
Hours later, you had escorted the -now changed- girls into the choir room, dispersing throughout. A lot of club members with open notepads on their laps and pens in hand, just waiting for the director to enter the room so that they could start their lesson.
With a tall stack of yellow books in his arms, the man said, "All right, guys, let's hear it for our first songwriting seminar."
You still thought it was a bad idea, but you had decided to go with it nonetheless. It's better for you to try and fail than to not try at all.
"While Quinn and Rachel are hard at work, we're gonna try to write an anthem of our own," Mr Schue told, as he handed out the thick books, "Now, these are rhyming dictionaries for all of you."
"Mr Schue, Tina, and I have been uh already working on a song that I wrote," Santana offered.
"Really? That's amazing. Well, can we hear it?"
The Latina gave a small nod before moving to stand in the centre of the room, Tina making her way to the heys of the piano.
"This is a song that I wrote for Am. It's called 'Trouty Mouth'."
The blonde boy's sweet smile fell at that.
"Wait. What's it called?"
Only for Mike to lean over and whisper, "'Trouty Mouth'."
You didn't know a song could make you this happy.
Every one of Santana's lyrics was better than the last.
That was until Sam had to go and ruin it for you.
"Okay, can we stop?" he asked, outraged, as he jumped to his feet, "Stop with the mouth jokes."
"No, no, no!" you whined, aghast, once the music was abruptly cut off.
"Sit down. I'm not finished."
"Yes, you are." The boy then turned to the seated teacher, "Mr Schue, we're not doing a song at Regionals called 'Trouty Mouth'."
The man stuttered, rising from his own seat as he gestured to the blonde, "You know what? I have to agree with Sam on this one."
"Oh, I disagree." You shook your head with a bright smile tugging at your lips. "'Trouty Mouth' has got to be an iconic anthem. Really a song for generations."
"Y/N," Mr Schuester scolded you before turning back to Santana, "But such a good first effort. I just don't think it's got the epic feel we need for Regionals."
"I do." Your hand shot into the air, playfully being shoved by Sam as he manoeuvred back to his seat.
It seems Santana wasn't the only eager participant in the room, as Puckerman soon voiced his own involvement with a raise of his hand.
"Mr Schue, I wrote a song too. I wrote it for Lauren." The girl looked away awkwardly at that, spurring the boy into manoeuvering further into her line of sight. "I know that when I sang 'Fat Bottomed Girls', it might have hurt your feelings a little bit, but... I think this makes up for it." The delinquent continued down to replace a disgruntled Santana. It's got a bit of a rockabilly feel, so it could give us an edge this weekend."
"I'm inclined to agree with you there," you admitted as your teacher nodded the boy on.
"All right. Show us what you've got."
You couldn't help but laugh as Santana walked by Mr Schue, muttering to the man, "Don't touch me. Don't touch me."
"It's called 'Big Ass... Heart'."
"Why was that good?" you asked once the boy's short performance was over, "Stop making things that I like."
Mr Schuester, it seems, didn't share your same opinions, 'cause as soon as he could, he popped up out of his seat, hoping to get the boy off of the floor.
"All right, guys, let's make Puck's song a contender, but I don't totally think we're there yet. Everyone look at your rhyming dictionaries, and let's work on banging out some songs that rock."
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"I have to talk with you."
With a short yell, you startled back, slamming your locker door in reaction. Snapping your head to the side, you spotted your sister, an almost conspiring look upon her features.
"Hey. Why do you always have to scare me? How was your songwriting session with blondie?" you asked, beginning to make your way down the hall, forcing a trailing Rachel to jog to catch up, to be by your side.
"It was fine. Quinn lacks my vision and years of studying lyrics and the meaning behind songs, but with some more work, I'm sure she could help me."
You rolled your eyes in reaction to her grandiose words while she quickly shook her head. "But that's not what I want to talk to you about."
"Aha. And what's on your mind?"
"I think Finn is dating Quinn again."
A familiar weight sunk in your chest. Cold and heavy. Something close to hopeless despair.
But you couldn't let your sister know that.
And you couldn't tell her that you knew they had been fooling around, even with no proof of that fact, considering she had flat-out believed Quinn's lie in the last celibacy club session you had attended. It would destroy her, and even though you knew you should tell her the truth, it would be the right thing to do, but you just didn't want to see her hurt.
"What makes you say that?"
"They were talking, and they were really close."
You gasped sarcastically, "I'll call the Pope!"
"Y/N, would you take this seriously?"
"And why the hell should I do that?" you asked, talking with a hand whilst the other held onto the strap of your backpack, "They were just taking, Rach. They can do that."
"Yeah, but it seemed... different."
"'Different' how?"
"Like they were talking about their relationship."
"And how does that look?" you almost laughed, "Look, Rach, at the end of the day, it's none of our business what they were talking about, no matter if he's your ex or not- If anything, you have less of a right to know."
Before she could reply, you were literally saved by the bell ringing overhead, signalling the start of your next class.
"Now, if you'll excuse me." You pointed over your shoulder with your thumb. "I have to go get a 'C+' on my calculus homework... with any luck," you finished to yourself as you walked away from her,
Thoughts of Quinn and Finn swam through your mind as that sinking feeling continued to grow.
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It was a relief when Mercedes pulled you away from the rhyming dictionary before you with the incredible song she wrote and performed for everyone in the choir room.
"Yeah. Mercedes," Mr Schuester applauded with the club, speaking over everyone's cheers, "Really, really good."
"Thank you." The girl beamed.
"But, um..."
Mercedes' smile dropped at that.
"'But' my butt, Mr Schue. That song was amazing." She pointed a finger in the man's face as to get her point across.
"No, I agree. I'm just not sure that it's Regionals material."
The girl sighed softly, making her way over to the seats.
"Mr Schue, I wrote another verse of 'Trouty Mouth'," Santana voiced, bringing the attention to her, spurring Sam to raise the sign he had scribbled onto his notepad in support of Mercedes' song, reading 'hell no'.
Nodding along with the Latina from your seat beside her at the piano, you said, "I helped."
"No, no, no. Guys- Guys, just think about it. What's your favourite song of all time?"
"'My Headband'," Brittany spoke instantly.
"I'll let Rachel know that one person likes the song she's been torturing me with for weeks now."
"Allina Morissette's 'You Oughta Know'," Santana offered next.
Puckerman was Next. "'What's going on', Marvin Gaye."
"Puckerman, you're on a roll." Zizes complimented from where she stood, leaning against the side of the piano closest to you.
Taking the time to think on it while Santana and Puck had offered their favourite songs, you wracked your brain to find one of the songs that you loved.
"'Piano Man' by Billy Joel." You nodded, playing with the pen between your fingers.
"Okay, and what are all those songs about?" the teacher questioned.
"Headbands?" Brittany shrugged behind him.
Deciding to ignore the dirty blonde's answer, the man continued, "All these songs come from a place of pain. Look, the greatest songs are about hurt. And that's the side of yourself I want you to get in touch with."
"That should be easy," Artie stated, "Coach Sylvester tortures us for no reason and tries to get the entire school to hate us."
"Not that they didn't already." You shrugged. "At this point, it's just beating a dead horse with a stick."
"Yesterday, she filled Britt's and my lockers with dirt."
Mr Schuester rushed up to the whiteboard to begin listing Sue Sylvester's verbal abuse to the club.
"Okay, okay. Slow down."
"Literally no one else was talking," you uttered.
Mercedes voiced her own complaint about the blonde coach next, "Well, she literally throws sticks at me."
"Okay, what else? What else?"
"She called the Ohio Secretary of State saying she was me and that I wanna legally change my name to Tina Cohen-Loser."
You couldn't help but snort at that as everyone looked on in shock.
"She...?"
"Mean. Mean."
"I'm sorry," you told the girl, "I just wasn't expecting that."
"Okay, and how does that make you feel?"
"That she shouldn't be around children."
Fin had something else to say, however.
"Well... at first it hurts, but... then it mostly makes you wanna win."
"Guys..." the teacher smiled. "I think you may have just found your song."
"And that song is 'Trouty Mouth'." You pointed.
"No!" Mr Schue and Sam called out at the same time. Disappointing both you and the Latina who created the song.
"Now let's get to writing," the curly-haired man psyched everyone up as the title 'Loser Like Me' sat on the board behind him.
With a deep, grunted sigh, you dropped your head onto Santana's shoulder, preparing yourself for the only lesson to go.
By the end of the Glee Club meeting, your brain was fried by the number of words that ran through it. You were pretty sure you wouldn't be able to string together a sentence if your life depended on it.
To come to your sister's aid, however? That was a whole other thing entirely.
It was the end of the school day, and you knew Rachel would be working overtime on her songwriting, dragging Quinn along with her.
And considering you would rather not have a murdered sister, you were on your way to the auditorium, fully intent on dragging her kicking and screaming from the school if you had to. 'Cause, there was no way in hell that you were coming back to pick her up.
Only, you didn't have to do anything of the sort.
You were stunned in place just before you could reach the backstage door of the auditorium when your sister strode out, tears spilling from her eyes, trying to keep her sobs at bay.
"I'll be waiting in the car," she whimpered, rushing past you, trying to get out of the school as quick as possible but knowing that you weren't about to let her state slide.
So, as you watched her leave down the hall, your face grew hard, anger boiling up within you, face turning into a snarl as you span on your heel, slammed the door open, and strode over to where the blonde was sitting at the piano on the stage.
"Hey, what the hell did you say to her?!" you asked, pointing behind you.
Quinn sniffed, blinking back the wetness building up in her red eyes.
Maybe if you weren't so angry at her, you would have noticed apparent distress of her own.
"I just gave her a dose of reality," she said primly, straightening out the papers scattered along the grand piano.
"Reality that makes her cry?"
"Life sucks, sometimes, Y/N," she snapped, "She needs to get used to it- The rest of us have."
You scoffed at that, shaking your head in reaction.
"You know, though last year you were pregnant and had all of those demon hormones, so that if I said, "Hey, I don't like this flavour of gum," you would go into an eternal rage. But at least you weren't such a heinous bitch all the time!"
The blonde was gobsmacked by your sudden snapped reaction, gasping and pointing to her chest as she repeated your words, in offence, "You think I'm a heinous bitch?"
"Oh no, I know you are!"
"And what?" she challenged, "You want me to go back to being that sad, pregnant girl? Just so that you will like me?"
"No." You shook your head, obviously. "I want you to go back to that girl who cared about people other than herself."
"You think I don't care?"
"Do you call this caring?!" you argued, gesturing to the space around you wildly, "Really? So, what was this "dose of reality" you gave her that you consider caring?" you asked, utilising air quotes as you did.
"I told her that she didn't belong here, in this town. She was going to get out of here, and I was just sending her on her way." She almost sneered, confusing you, as you thought she had insulted your sister and not told her exactly what she wanted to hear. "That I was going to get married to Finn and start a family, he was going to get Burt's tire shop, and I would become a successful real estate agent, and she-" Quinn had to take in a sharp breath to gear herself up for what she was about to say. "She knows that she's going to get everything she has ever dreamed of... just not the boy she loved in high school."
The blonde had a hard time reading you as you stood there, silently evaluating her.
"Is that really what you think of yourself?" you asked finally, confusing her.
"What?"
"You think you're gonna be stuck here for the rest of your life?"
"That's my dose of reality. I've gotten used to it."
Suddenly, your dwindling anger spurred back to life.
"After- After everything I told you, you still believe that?"
"What do you mean?"
"How many times have I told you you can do anything, Quinn Fabray?" you stepped up to her now, unknowingly mirroring her and Rachel's positions from only minutes ago, only flipped in your favour.
But still, the girl was stubborn. Looking up at you with a hard pour, not backing down.
"You're amazing, and you don't fucking see it. You once told me that you wanted to help change the word, make it a better place-"
"That was just a silly dream!" She yelled, flinging her arms out by her sides.
"No, it's not! It's not silly, and it's less a dream and more of a plan. Being a real estate agent is all well and good, but you are destined for far better things- Greater things."
It was only then that you noticed the hopeless look in her eyes, the way they shone with tears, reddened and burning as she fought them off tooth and nail.
"Quinn," you breathed, "Is... is this about-?"
"Don't." She sneered. "Just... just don't, Y/N. I don't want to hear this right now."
She turned, trying to walk away before you could confront her truth when it was too hard for her to do so herself.
"You don't need to hide yourself like this."
"What do you know?!" she yelled, spinning back to face you, tears fully built up in her eyes, but still, none fell, as she stormed back over to you, "You've never had to do it! You've never had to be someone you're not. You're lucky enough to have a family that accepted you the second you were born. Not only that, but your parents relate to you on that!"
"Yeah, you're right." You nodded after a few moments of silence. "I don't understand exactly what you're going through. But I do know that you don't have to throw yourself into a life you truly don't want just because you're too scared to be you. Look, I'm not telling you to come out or lead the fucking pride parade. That's up to you. It's your choice. You can still live the life you want without doing all that. Don't throw your dreams away because you're scared of how other people will perceive you."
And with that, you left the blonde alone to her thoughts, heading off to comfort your crying sister as best you could.
You couldn't get anything out of her during the whole car ride back home, which was abnormal for her when she was in a state such as ones like this.
Even when you arrived home, Rachel rushed straight up to her pastel yellow room, leaving you to watch from her doorway as she cried and scribbled lyrics onto her notepad, surrounded by multiple drafts crumpled up around her.
With a deep sigh and a droop of your shoulders, you knew there was nothing you could do to help her at that moment. She didn't want any help nor did she want comfort, so there was no likelihood that she would accept it.
Stepping foot into your own room, your eyes travelled to where your own pad of paper sat at your desk, infesting your brain with thoughts of writing your own song.
Shaking your head, you quickly decided, "absolutely not." Instead, you pulled out your textbook to work on your homework, your brain was broken enough from songwriting today, and you needed to finish your history for tomorrow. Even if you wanted to lay down and nap for the next four hours.
---
The next few days passed in a blur and yet dwindled along slowly, at the same time, mainly when you and your sister had to be around the blonde and her boyfriend.
But the day had finally arrived.
Regionals.
You had to admit that you weren't that hopeful, with your songs being original and all that, but you were still gonna give it your all. If not for yourself or your team, but for your sister.
As usual, your club was late arriving at the competition, so as the announcer introduced the first competitors over the PA, you scooted your way through the rows to your designated seats.
"-Let's have a warm welcome for Aural Intensity!"
"Still sounds like a stupid term for going down on someone," you mumbled over to Mike, who had to stifle his laugh into his shoulder.
The expression you wore was one of disgusted astonishment, watching Sue's clear attempt at pandering to the judges, which only further grew with the cheering crowd.
You just hoped that Kurt and the Warbler's performance was far better than what you were just forced to sit through.
That hope was quickly proved true, as to your utter surprise, your friend began the setlist for his Glee Club, which made you beam out of pure happiness for this chance for him to shine in front of an audience.
Both Berry's in the crowd found their eyes trailing over to the couple that was Quinn and Finn, noticing the way that their hands were linked. Rachel and yourself yearning for opposite people in said couple. How two people could captivate a pair of siblings and be together like it was nothing, effortlessly crushing both Berry's hearts, was beyond you. It just seemed like a sick joke the world was playing.
Tearing your eyes away from them, you focused back on your friend and his boyfriend.
You suppose that is why he didn't let you know that he would be singing front and centre for this competition. He was far too excited to gush about the boy he had been harbouring feelings for, for months now, who had become his boyfriend. And not only that, he had had his first real kiss, that wasn't with Brittany. Or, unknowingly to you, taking from him by Karofsky.
After their duet and Blane's rendition of 'Raise Your Glass', that got the whole crowd jumping on their feet, it was the New Direction's turn to perform.
Walking through the backstage area with Santana by your side, you overheard Finn talking to your sister.
"I really like your song."
"It sure is better than 'My Headband'." You threw over your shoulder, gaining a soft glare from Rachel before she swiftly turned back to talk to her ex-boyfriend.
"I still think I should have sung 'Trouty Mouth' as the solo."
Breathing out a laugh, you threw your arm over the girl's shoulder. "Oh, I agree with you there."
From across the way, almost as if his ears had been attuned to the two words so that he would be able to hear them strung together within a five-mile radius, Sam yelled, "Stop talking about 'Trouty Mouth'!" Harbouring laughs from the club in reaction.
"And now, from William McKinley High in Lima, Ohio, the New Directions!"
You were by Finn's side during the entirety of your sister's performance, arms folded across your chest, all the while he listened to the lyrics intently, with an awestruck look on his face.
"She was crying while she wrote this."
"Why?" he breathed back as if speaking any louder would disrupt the performance. Unable to take his eyes off of his singing ex.
You could have told him about her and Quinn's argument, but you thought it best to give him the whole, blaring, obvious truth.
"Because she's still in the love with you."
His breath shortened then, while you glanced behind him, spotting his girlfriend, who had obviously heard your statement, staring into your soul with a look you couldn't quite decipher. She was frustrated and annoyed you could tell that much, even though she hid it well. But there was also a hopelessness and longing emitted from her.
But there wasn't long for you to dwell on it, as a few moments later, she and the rest of the girls were marching out. Followed by the boys and yourself after Rachel had introduced your team. Which quickly lead into your next and final song for the competition.
You were glad that it wasn't another slow number, where you had to be careful and intricate with your dance moves, but instead was one where you could end it off by dousing the audience with shiny red confetti, masquerading in slushie cups along with a cart. A reference, which only people who knew about and attended your school would know of.
After the judges had taken a short amount of time in their deliberation, the three Glee Clubs and their directors were gathered on stage to hear the results of the competition.
"And now, to announce our winner, Lieutenant Governor Stevens' wife, Carla Turlington Stevens."
"Who are these random-ass people they get for these things?" you whispered, once again to Mike, as you joined everyone else to applaud for the woman.
"Do you think they would be able to get anyone else to do it?" he countered.
"Touché, I supposed not."
Once the woman took the stage, she felt that to be the ideal time to get her troubles off of her chest.
"My husband is verbally abusive, and I have been drinking since noon." Feedback from the microphone was the only thing that filled the awkward silence her confession had garnered. "I'm bored. Let's just see who won, huh?" Suspense filled the three hopeful teams as the drunk woman opened the first-place envelope. "The New Directions, you're going to Nationals in New York."
The celebrations with your team were cut short, thanks to Sue Sylvester's outburst, where she strode up to the Governor's wife and knocked her out cold.
Talk about being a sore loser.
---
You were sat beside your sister when Mr Schuester walked into the choir room, carrying a small trophy, busy talking on the phone.
"I'll show you the video when you get home. Have fun at the sweat lodge." You cringed at the next words he cooed down the line, trying -and failing- to hide it from his students. "Namaste to you too. Okay, bye."
Leaning closer to Rachel you muttered, "She could do so much better than him." Knowing that he and Holly Holliday had been seeing each other since she came in to teach everyone about sex, because they were so bad at hiding it.
Only she wasn't the only person who had heard your comment.
Quinn Fabray, who was seated in front of your sister, peered at you from the corner of her eye, a ghost of a smile shadowing her lips. Sending a hopeful rush through you, even though your mind was screaming at you that it was worthless to even feel.
"Miss Holliday sends her best," he turned to tell the team, "And can't wait to congratulate you all in person when she gets back from her meditation retreat. Now, we all know that winning Regionals was a team effort, and Nationals isn't going to be any different. But... like in sports, every winning team has a player that rises above to help carry their teammates to victory. The M.V.P.." He pointed before bringing the gold star trophy into view. "And I would like to start a tradition of honouring that player after every one of our competitions. So, per a unanimous vote by all of you... our Regionals M.V.P. is... Miss Rachel Berry."
The club applauded for your sister as the director waved her down to accept her award.
"Congratulations."
"Thank you." She beamed. "If I could just say a few words?"
"Sure."
"And here she goes, making me regret voting for her," Santana said dryly.
"Same." You nodded, smiling down at Rachel playfully. Please don't start singing."
She rolled her brown eyes at you.
"Well, first of all, I just wanna say how amazing the song you guys wrote was. I-I was so inspired. You know, it's funny. I've won a lot of trophies before for singing competitions, and dancing competitions but... I've always felt like the girl who never gets the brass ring... and maybe I never will." She shrugged. "But today a-and at Regionals... the way you guys believed in me and... took a chance with me... all I've ever wanted was to feel special... and to feel chosen. And... I just, um... I wanted to thank you guys so much for giving me that. So, that's all."
After your sister's tearful speech, you lead the charge in giving her a hug, a proud look on your face, at her -not arrogant- speech.
So maybe doing original songs wasn't the worst idea ever.
You still thought it was pretty dumb, though.
However, there was no way you were gonna let Rachel know that anytime soon.
After all, you were far too excited for one thing and one thing alone.
New York City.
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Beanies, Chapter 17
Hey.... so it's been a while.
Richie might’ve cleaned more in the last 7 hours than he had the entire time he lived there.
Many reasons for that. The anxiety from having Max in their fucking house, not wanting anyone to get sick, wanting to make sure everything Max might even sort of need for baking was clean, the anxiety from having Max in their fucking house.
Lots of reasons.
Max was planning to arrive around 9 am, which Richie thought it might’ve been too early, but Max made the case that the cake would need time to cool before being frosted. Which was fair. Richie didn’t want to risk anything. Anyway, Trevor wouldn’t stop teasing him about it.
“So, instead of just baking it yourself— which, you’ve done before— you invited Max over so you can watch him bake a cake,” Trevor said. “Do you realise how weird that is?”
“Max offered, Trevor. It wasn’t my idea.”
“Oh, of course he did,” Trevor said, in a tone that Richie didn't really understand. He still sighed.
“Can’t you just leave this alone?”
“Richie, every single day since I met Rudy, you teased me for liking him— and this was before I told you I liked him! So, yeah, I’m gonna tease you about it, whether you like him or not. Just like you did.”
“That’s different,” Richie said, “You hadn’t told me that you liked Rudolph, but you didn’t have to! I’m not an idiot, Trevor! First of all, he’s totally your type. Strong, but not that bulky, overcompensating at first but that mellows out after a while, and I know there are exceptions, but you like blue eyes a lot. Not to mention your habit of dressing more provocatively when you know you’re going to be around someone you like.”
“I don’t have a type.”
“Dude,” Richie deadpanned. “I can’t even deal with this right now,” He said instead of elaborating, shaking his head.
Trevor sighed.
“I’ll tone it down,” He relinquished. “For today, at least. It’s just really difficult. You’re not the kind of person to invite someone over, especially on such short notice.”
“Well, I’m kind of desperate, Trevor.”
“Oh, I hadn’t noticed,” Trevor teased. “Sorry, it was right there.” Richie sighed. “I’m gonna get us some doughnuts. Want one?”
“Two please,” Richie said. “Shoot, what about Max?”
“I’ll get him some too, don’t worry,” Trevor dismissed, waving his hand absently.
“I wasn’t worried,” Richie said, “I think that anxious is probably a better word for it. I know we’re not in our school here, but it’s not as if our house looks normal.” Richie motioned to the dozens of action figures, amiibos, funko pops and bobble heads framing their tv stand.
“Yeah, but Max knows you're a mega-nerd; it’s not like he’ll be surprised.”
“Yeah, Max knows I’m a nerd, but he prboably wouldn’t expect our parents to be bigger nerds than we are,” Richie argued, “Especially since we’re all nerds in different ways. I’m a weeb, you’re a thespian, dad’s a Trekkie and Whovian, mom’s a fantasy nerd.”
“I don’t think Max can tell the difference between Assasin’s Creed characters and Hamilton characters.”
“That’s a poor example if you’re trying to say Max wouldn’t be able to tell how nerdy we are.”
“Okay, fair,” Trevor said, “He couldn’t tell a Project Diva character from a Star Trek character,” He ammended. Richie snorted.
“I hate… that you’re probably right.” Richie shook his head solemnly. “He’ll learn in time.” Trevor giggled alongside him.
“Is that a threat?”
“Only if you make it one.”
The twins shared more laughter until there was a knock at the door.
“That’s Max,” Richie said, his joy immeaditely crashing into fear and panic.
“Well, if you’re about to ask me how you look, the answer is: like a mess.” Richie rolled his eyes before freezing.
“Shit,” he said, “I have to get changed,” He said urgently.
“Dude, I was kidding, why…” Trevor shut up once Richie pulled his shirt closer to his torso. “Ah. Gotcha. Yeah, go get changed; I’ll get the door.”
“Thank you,” Richie called, rushing to the stairs.
“You got it,” Trevor said, basically to an empty room, as he walked to get the door.
As Richie had said, Max was standing there, looking just as awkward as Richie just had.
“Hey, Max. Welcome to our humble abode,” He said flatly.
“Where’s Richie?” Trevor bit back his snort.
“Oh, y’know, he was still in his pyjamas when you got here, so he ran to get changed,” Trevor excuse, leading Max into the house. “Because what he sleeps in is just so different than what he wears outside.” He shut the door. “Y’know, actually. What the fuck am I talking about, he doesn’t really sleep in clothes. Y’know that whole ‘overactive sweat-gland thing.’ Makes it really inconvenient to wear more than underwear.”
Trevor didn’t distinctly notice that Max flushed, but he’d definitely laugh at it in retrospect later.
“I’m gonna head out to get breakfast.” Trevor plucked his keys from the hooks hanging by the door. “You crazy kids have fun. I don’t want to come back to you giving him a swirly and him begging for his life.”
“I wouldn’t—”
“I’m joking, Max,” Trevor sighed, “Although, I don’t want to come back to see that, I don’t think you will, so it’s nothing to worry about, is it?”
“No sir.” Trevor actually laughed this time.
“Jeez,” Trevor said, “When’s the last time you’ve been in someone’s house?”
“I go to Jason’s a lot,” Max said, “But he’s got like a million siblings and I only go over when I don’t have the energy to feed myself. So like, once a week.”
“Do you call his dad sir? We’re gonna ignore the fact that I’m not Richie’s dad, I’m his twin brother, but y’know, same principle.”
“Uhh,” Max hesitated, “Jason’s dad isn’t really…” he motioned abstractly, “Around. He’s alive and shit, but his mom’s in charge, and she gets child support and alimony. But I’m pretty sure even Jason calls him ‘Jonathan.’ So no, I don’t call him sir.”
“Why are you calling me sir?” Trevor asked, “A guy might think you’re coming onto him.”
“Oh, god no,” Max said, a bit too fast. “I think it was just a reflex.”
Many implications sat beneath that simple statement, and Trevor didn’t feel like getting into it right now. His hunger was growing, and quite frankly, he didn’t feel like dealing with Max and Richie’s “not-flirting” when he finally came downstairs.
“Right,” was all he said. “I’m getting you doughnuts. Any aversions?”
“Oh, you don’t have to—”
“Any. Aversions?” Trevor repeated slower.
“I really don’t like the ones with white frosting.” Trevor nodded, opening the door.
“Got it. Be back in a bit,” He called before shutting the door.
Max, not knowing what was okay or not, just stood there, waiting for Richie to come back downstairs.
“Sorry about that,” Richie said, out of breath, not-quite-running down the stairs.
“You okay?” Max asked. “I didn’t think you were that out of shape, dude.”
“Shut up,” Richie said with no real hat behind it, “Changing is a process feel me.”
“Maybe it wouldn’t be if you just wore a t-shirt like most people,” Max joked before realising that Richie pretty much was just wearing a t-shirt, or rather wasn’t wearing the normal 4-ish layers.
A black and orange jersey-looking thing— which for some reason had a collar on it— matching shorts, and a plain black jacket. He was wearing socks, which Max didn’t quite understand, since they had a carpet and it was his own house.
“Are you sure those aren’t pyjamas?” Max ammended.
“It’s a uniform,” Richie said, “I thought you’d notice a sport uniform thing,” He joked, looking down at the jersey.
“It has a collar on it.”
“It’s a volleyball uniform.” He quickly corrected himself. “Okay, I guess not all volleyball uniforms have collars. But all the Haikyuu ones do. I think. Actually, I don’t think Shiratorizawa does. There’s probably another but I don’t remember. Kamomedai probably.”
“I’m sure that made sense to you,” Max muttered, turning toward what looked like the doorway to a kitchen. “This way?”
“Yep,” Richie said. He began pointing to cabinets and drawers. “There’s baking essentials, bowls and trays, mixing and serving utensils, and I put out the eggs and butter, because it said they needed to be room temperature, but the raspberries are still in the fridge. I printed out the recipe, but I can set up my laptop if you want—”
“You need to slow down.” Max held up his hand. “I woke up like twenty minutes ago. Why don’t you just stay in here and help me get everything set up?”
“Sure.”
Richie got the bowls and trays required for the recipe, while Max followed his direction of where the base ingredients were.
“Okay, uh…” Richie ran his hand down the ingredient list, glancing around to check that it was on the counter. “Okay, yeah, that’s everything I think. Do you think you can take it from here, or do I still need to babysit you?” Richie teased.
“I can take care of it,” Max said, “You haven’t eaten yet.”
“Have you?”
“That’s not the point.” Richie rolled his eyes.
“Trevor will be here soon, we can just leave this stuff out, eat and then return.”
“Fine,” Max sighed, as if he were annoyed by it, but he had a smile on his face.
Richie lead him to their couch where they sat somewhat awkwardly. Richie was staring down at his legs, trying to subtly adjust his shirt to make his waist look less slim. Max, on the other hand, was running his eyes over the decor of the room.
“Wow,” He said.
“Good wow or bad wow this time?” Richie asked, somehow both joking and very much anxious and serious.
“Medium,” Max said. “I don’t understand what half this shit is,” He said, motioning to the entire room. Richie laughed nervously.
“Well, that is sort of the point,” He said. “We all like having our own thing, and we think it’s funny that the rest don’t understand what we’re talking about.”
“Whaddya mean?”
“Well, my dad really likes Doctor Who, and even though we’ve seen it all, we don’t understand it as well as he does,” Richie tried. “I-It’s like how I talked about the volleyball teams earlier, except I don’t feel bad when it’s my family.”
“You feel bad when it’s me?”
“Eh,” Richie said, and their laughter melted the tension quickly as it usually did. Richie yawned, covering his mouth as it opened so wide one might fear it’d get stuck.
“How much sleep did you get last night?”
“I didn’t…” Richie said with a bit of delirious laughter.
“I said how much sleep did you get last night?” Max repeated. Richie snorted into giggles.
“No, not ‘I did not hear you,’ I was answering your question. I didn’t sleep last night.”
“Dude,” Max decanted. “The fuck.”
“I stayed up really late filming and editing, and then I realised I should probably clean so you have a good workspace, and then once I was done cleaning it was morning and my brain won’t let me sleep when the sun is rising.”
“So you could sleep now?”
“Hypothetically, but I’m not going to.”
Before Max could argue, the door opened up.
“Okay, Richie, I got your usual, but Max, pick the ones you want and I’ll take the other two, I can’t decide anyway,” He said, walking over to them. He sighed, glaring at Richie. “Did you put our folding table away?”
“Yeah, it’s…” Richie pointed to the folded tray table, which was usually filled with stuff in the middle of the living room.
“Hold this,” Trevor sighed, shoving the box into Richie’s arms.
Trevor set up the table, and they put the box of doughnuts down.
“I can actually eat mine later,” Max said, standing up. Richie yanked him back down from the bottom of his shirt.
“No, you’re eating.”
“I can—”
“If you don’t eat, I won’t eat,” Richie said, glaring decisively.
“Fine,” He grumbled, crossing his arms like a child.
After eating, Max got to work on baking. Richie could see the kitchen from where he was sitting, so he didn’t worry too much about joining him in the kitchen. That’d prove to be a mistake.
In Richie’s opinion, at least.
“Okay, cake’s in the…” Max shut his mouth as soon as he saw Richie curled up on the chair. “Fucking good,” He muttered, walking over to the couch and flopping down on it.
He could hear Trevor coming down the stairs, and soon he could see him too. Holding what looked like a big long pillow.
“Oh, is that one of those Japanese body pillows?” Max asked, his voice soft, not wanting to wake Richie. “He mentioned them. Does he… sleep better with them?” Trevor snorted.
“Well, I’m sure he does, but that’s not what I’m using this for,” He said, walking over to Richie.
Max watched, curious. Trevor stood next to the chair for a moment before lifting the pillow with both hands.
“You. Need to. Get. Changed. Be. Fore. You. Sleep!” He said, spitting each syllable as the pillow collided with Richie’s body.
“Mgh,” Richie grumbled. “Hey,” He said, “Don’t use Rei and Asuka as a weapon,” He said, taking the pillow and holding it close to him.
“Richie, if you’re gonna go to sleep, you need to get changed. You know that, you asked me to do this shit.”
“This is different,” Richie said, “I fell asleep by accident.”
“That’s not different, that’s exactly when you asked me to wake you up,” Trevor said. “Go to your room and go to bed.”
“I don’t want to sleep right now,” Richie said. He glanced at Max.
“You can sleep,” Max said, “It’s fine.”
“See, your b- friend is okay with it,” Trevor said, remembering his words from that morning. “Go to bed.” Richie shook his head.
“No, there’s a few hours between when Max leaves and when I have to get to Ruth’s; I can sleep then.”
“You sure?” Trevor asked. Richie nodded decidedly. “Okay, well, if you don’t wanna conk out on the couch, maybe you should put on Haikyuu or something.” He waved his hand ambiguously. “One of those shows that gives you more energy than they rationally should.”
“Wha— It’s perfectly rational! You listen to Guns and Ships before dance rehearsal; how is that less weird than me getting excited about volleyball?”
“Guns and Ships is high-speed. There’s a whole Haikyuu episode where shorty and creepy have to study english so they can go to an away game.”
“Guns and Ships is about asking France for help with the revolution!”
“At 138 bpm!”
“Why do you know that!”
“Are you guys always like this?” Max asked. “I couldn’t imagine having siblings; I think we’d kill each other.”
“I believe that,” Trevor said.
“We’re not always like this, we’re just often like this.” Trevor knocked Richie in the back of the head. “It’s a little worse these days,” He admitted.
“Why?”
“Trevor’s nervous about Rudy,” Richie said, craning his neck to look at his brother.
“Why? Gonna ask him out or something?”
“No,” Trevor said, a bit defensively. “We have to pick him up from the airport in two weeks.”
“And by we, he means he’s forcing me to drive him.”
“Why can’t his family pick him up?” Trevor sighed, presumably having answered this questions, potentially many times, before.
“I’ve talked to his foster family already, they’re busy the day of the flight. Leslie has a meeting, Sarah won’t even be in the state, and Daliah is four. Rudy could just wait at the airport for two hours for Leslie to get off work, but since I can drive, I offered."
“And then promptly panicked at the prospect of being alone in a car with him for two hours. So instead he decided, ‘yeah. Let’s bring my twin brother.' That’ll decrease the sexual tension,” Richie said. He turned to his brother. “Speaking of such. If you two so much as kiss in my car, you will be walking home.”
“Rudy and I don’t kiss,” Trevor said. Richie raised a brow. “Often.”
“There ya go.”
“You kiss even though you’re not dating?” Max asked.
“We’ve kissed like twice ever. And don’t athlete’s slap each others asses?” Trevor deflected.
“Touchy,” Max said. Trevor and Richie exchanged looks.
“Do you mean touche?”
“Shut the fuck up.” Trevor didn’t laugh, but Richie’s smile grew.
“Did you make sure to put the filling in the fridge?”
“Yeah, of course, I’m not an idiot,” Max said, sitting back.
“I am paying you, by the way,” Richie said, “Before you argue, I was given money to pay for the birthday cake. I used some of it for the ingredients, and the rest of it is going to be used to pay for your labour, okay?”
“Okay,” Max said. “Fine.” He shrugged.
“So, how much time you gots to kill?” Trevor asked. “I’m basically asking what show I should put on right now.”
“Oh, well, it takes about a half hour to bake, but then it has to cool. It takes like… ten minutes to make frosting, but cake takes like an hour minimum to cool.”
“Does it really?” Trevor asked, eyes widening.
“Yeah, I was surprised too,” Richie said, nodding. “Why do you think he came so early? Do not. I swear, it’s like living with Ruth sometimes.”
“Oh, c’mon. Peter has Ted, Ruth has herself, you have me!”
“I shouldn’t need to live with someone with a dumb, inappropriate sense of humour!”
“C’mon, Richie, you walked right into that,” Max said, snickering. Richie groaned, throwing his head into his hands.
“I have to deal with this all day!” He groaned. He looked up, resting his chin on his hands. “Ted’s coming to Ruth’s party too.” Trevor chuckled and pat Richie’s back.
“Good luck with that dude.” He joined Max on the couch and Richie curled back into his pillow. “How’s Milo sound?” He asked, flicking the TV on.
“Oh, yeah, that sounds good.”
So they put on Milo Murphy’s Law.
Throughout the first episodes, a few things happen. Trevor steps away to take a phone call, Richie gets a blanket he’d put away earlier under the assumption that Max would think it was weird they kept blankets in the living room, Trevor deliberately sits down where Richie was sitting so that Richie has to sit on the couch, Max made a comment on Richie’s body pillow (“I thought you were gay” “Max, I promise you, this is literally the most safe for work version of them that I could find.”), Richie dozed off against Max and Trevor let him for an episode before waking him up. That was the main one.
“I’m gonna have that song stuck my head all day now, thanks for that,” Max said, grunting as he got up. “But I have cake to work on, so.”
Max hummed 'Chop, Chop, Chop,' as he walked into the kitchen, the twins’ eyes following him.
“Do you think he says that when he goes to work out?” Trevor asked, definitely loud enough for Max to hear. And if Richie hadn’t been sure of that already, the loud ass laugh Max let out confirmed it.
“No, but I’m gonna start!” He called.
“I’d be more annoyed if that weren’t so funny,” Richie sighed. Trevor smiled deviously.
“And it’s funny because it’s true.”
“I’m gonna go see if Max needs any help!” Richie said, stomping into the kitchen.
“I don’t really,” Max said, adding some sort of powder to their stand mixer.
“Then I’ll wash dishes.”
“Already did it,” Max said over his shoulder.
“Right, well, damn me for trying to feel useful,” Richie said. Max sighed.
“Could you keep an eye on this while it mixes?” Max asked, switching the mixer on. “Stop it when it’s all combined. You know how to stop it, right?”
“Yes,” Richie said, joining Max’s side.
Max left once he got his eye on the mixture and began preparing the cake for frosting.
“So did you want me to write anything on here?” Max asked, “Because I’ll need to mix some vanilla frosting too, if you do.”
“Yeah,” Richie said, “But I could do it.”
“No, I got it,” Max said, returning to Richie’s side, where the ingredients for the frosting was still sitting on the stove.
“I’m using the stand mixer already,” Richie said.
“I know, but I can mix it by hand.”
“Nope, no,” Richie said, pushing the container of confectioners sugar away from Max. “You’re gonna get yourself hurt. Writing goes on after, you can mix it later and use the actual mixer for it.”
“Fine,” Max groaned. He stopped the mixer, which Max had distracted Richie from.
Speaking of, Max must’ve noticed too, with how he froze. Richie was pseudo-boxed in against the counter with Max’s arm there. They both stood there for a moment.
It was different from how Richie was usually kabedonned by Max— usually it had a very negative connotation. This was more neutral, being an accident and all, but… it felt different.
“Uh,” Max said, sounding shaky. “I need to get the bowl.”
“Oh, sorry,” Richie squeaked, stepping aside.
Max continued as if nothing happened. At least, that’s what Richie saw. In reality, his eyes were wide, mouth pressed into a thin line, almost not breathing at all. It took every ounce of his being not to do something just then.
Maybe Trevor was right, maybe he did like Richie like that. And Max already knew that. But his mind still rattled: no, he didn’t like Richie that way, it was just the circumstance. He’d had that feeling with Richie pressed in his box before, back before they were even friends. When the words stopped, the tension thickened and Max felt that instinct to lean in.
It was just worse now that Richie probably wouldn’t vomit because of it. At least, Max hoped he wouldn’t.
Richie returned to the living room.
“Didn’t need help?” Trevor teased.
“I need to go lay down, I think I’m imagining things.”
“Make sure to change first,” Trevor said as Richie walked up the stairs. Richie waved his hand dismissively.
A half-hour or so later, Max returned from the kitchen.
“Where’s Richie?”
“Bed.”
“Oh,” Max said.
“But you should stay!” Trevor rushed to add. “Richie has to pay you still! And, uh… y’know, you’re already here. And why would you leave when you could stay? And he’ll probably be down in a bit—”
“I want-” Max stopped himself. “I, yeah. I want to wait until he comes back down.”
“Did something happen in there?”
“I think I might’ve almost kissed him a little bit?”
“How almost?”
“Tension,” Max said. “But that could’ve just been on my side, obviously. I was probably just imagining it. And if I wasn’t, it was just a heat of the moment thing, I’m not… I don’t.” Trevor groaned.
“Why is it such a difficult task for you to admit you like my brother?” Trevor asked.
“Because I don’t want to,” Max said, “I don’t want him to feel obligated to do anything for or with me. I don’t want him to think he has to do anything just because, because of how we are at school.”
“How you are at school,” Trevor corrected.
“How I act at school,” Max amended begrudgingly. “I don’t him to feel forced. I care about that stupid fucking nerd. And I hurt him enough already.”
“Does that mean you’re gonna stop pushing him around at school?” Trevor demanded. Max sighed.
“No,” He said. “It doesn’t. But he knows I don’t mean that shit. He has to know how much he means to me.”
“He might know better if you tell him how you feel.”
“Richie will never know how I feel, got that?” Max’s tone shifted. A monster again. Trevor’s heart sank and throat squeezed with fear. “Even if you tell him, he won’t fuckin believe you, so you can’t even try.” He took a breath. “Richie’s fucking perfect, if he finds out he likes me, he’d go out with me to make me feel better. I’m not gonna force him to do that. I don’t want to force him to do anything.”
That’s when it hit him.
“Oh…”
Max was the one with April. The girl who Mimi reminded him of. The girl who pushed him.
“Okay,” He conceded.
“Okay?” Max asked.
“Okay,” Trevor nodded.
“Okay,” Max breathed.
“I’ll go get Richie and tell him you’re about done.”
Max sat antsy as Trevor did so, and centred on Richie as he walked down the stairs. He was totally screwed, wasn’t he?
“Hey!” Max said, standing up as Richie neared the end of the stairs. “I was wondering if you wanted to make the white frosting. For, uh, for the text.” Richie smiled, and honestly, he looked so sleepy.
“Sure,” He said.
Max tried his best to keep his distance while Richie was making the frosting, afraid of getting too close.
“Okay, done!” Richie exclaimed, turning the mixer off.
“Cool,” Max said, stepping back when Richie walked closer. “I, uh, already set up the bag and stuff, if you wanna scoop it in. I think this is kind of a two-person job anyway, since it’s a pain in the ass to do alone.”
“Okay,” Richie said happily, dislodging the bowl from the mixer.
The situation required them being close together, and Max couldn’t help but savour the warm emanating from Richie. He must’ve been tucked under his blankets back in his room.
“Okay, that’s all of it.”
“Hm? Right!” Max said, laughing nervously.
Max finished the cake at Richie’s instructions, and it was placed carefully into a box for transportation.
“Thanks for making the cake for me, Max,” Richie said, buzzing with excitement as they moved into the living room.
“Of course, dude,” Max said. “It’s the least I could do for being a complete assface to you for literal years,” He said, honestly cringing at his own words.
“Well, I’m still paying you,” Richie said, “This was labour, and you’re getting paid for it.”
“Fine,” Max groaned.
“This is delicious,” Ruth commented after moaning obscenely for a distressingly long period of time.
“We’re going to ignore that sound she just made,” Pete said, for what should’ve been the first time ever, and most definitely wouldn’t be the last. “But she’s right, this is amazing. Where’d it come from?”
“Oh, I got a friend to make it,” Richie said, avoiding eye contact. He knew it was gonna be a lot of shock and confusion, he didn’t feel like facing that.
“You have other friends?” Pete asked, definitely not believing him.
“Only one,” Richie said. “He came over this morning and baked the cake for you, and if you make any more comments about my friend, I’m taking the leftovers and never bringing you baked goods ever again.”
Ruth and Pete exchanged looks, almost like they were debating on risk.
“Looking forward to theatre camp this year?” Pete asked.
“Yeah, I’m excited, all packed and everything.”
#starkid#nerdy prudes must die#hatchetfield#max jagerman#richie lipschitz#michie#trevor lipschitz#beanies
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Who is your favorite Sofia the First character
Sofia, obviously. She's just the sunniest child and I love how despite being an all-loving hero, she's surprisingly good at manipulating people, even if its always for a good cause. Which is something you rarely see in a pre-school show protagonist. She can strike deals, stroke people's egos and assert herself when needed to. She looks like the most precious baby but will fucking slaughter you with her words and I love that kind of energy. This kid can take down Satan with just an angry pout and sheer willpower.
Also her instant urge to help people and make everyone happy, even to her own detriment, is fascinating cos she's still a little kid who gets jealous and selfish like anyone. I love characters who have chronic hero syndrome where they feel the need to help others but they really dont want to and just for once look after themselves. Its a great way to display the importance of self-care. I just hate how the show made her into a walking moral compass for the writers and made her into the fucking Avatar of the EverRealm, when she's like 8. It doesnt help that the Mystic Isles and the Secret Library were some of the most boring stories the show ever made.
Also Sofia's got detective skills that'll put Batman to shame. This kid will become a powerful queen one day.
I like Amber as well for being patient zero on how to write a lovable alpha bitch without making her a bitch, she does get a lot of aesop amnesia where she flits back and forth between a snarky yet kind hearted diva to Disney's Regina George. But I blame the writers, not the character. I love her relationship with her sister Sofia and how the two become best friends. Amber going big sister mode whenever someone's out to get Sofia's amulet or just bullying Sofia in general is always nice to see. I also like the little intricacies the show gives her, like her interests in astronomy and architecture, it gives her a lot more dimension than her just being the fun diva character. I kinda wish there were more episodes about her relationship with her twin brother James, but what are ya gonna do?
Cedric is fun. I like his friendship with Sofia, its very wholesome and I like how he's a great example of how to write a sympathetic villain, by making him as threatening as a kitten and have him completely incapable of hurting a child's feelings. And Im just gonna leave this here cos saying you like Cedric as a character on Tumblr is like saying Bloody Mary in front of a mirror.
AND CAN WE GIVE A SHOUT OUT FOR MIRANDA PLEASE. COS SHE IS A LITERAL AND METAPHORICAL QUEEN AND I LOVE HER?! SHE'S KIND, SMART, QUICK-THINKING AND ALWAYS THERE FOR SOFIA, AMBER AND JAMES WHENEVER THEY SHE IS SUCH A LOVING MOTHER AND OH MY GOD WHY DOES SOFIA NEED THE DISNEY PRINCESSES FOR ADVICE WHEN HER MOTHER IS RIGHT THERE?!
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Thoughts/Headcanons for a Danganronpa another 1 and 2 Actor Au? (like how different the actors are to the characters, who's dating who, etc.)
Omg omg omg omg I love actor aus! They’re so wholesome and you all know how much I love the wholesome
This is real long, so it’s below the cut. I'm not really gonna go into ships much as this is long enough already, so feel free to make your own hcs about who likes who. There aren't enough tags available to tag everyone so Imma just say here, there's the full cast of both games.
This is more general shenanigans than headcanons about what they're like?
DRA
No one expected DRA to be a hit, it's low budget and everyone is a nobody except like two people who they splashed the cash on so they could have famous people in trailers.
Utsuro/Maeda's actor is /scarily/ good at what he does. At the drop of a hat and the slightest expression change his whole vibe just changes. If you've ever seen that clip of Skarsgaard informing the director of IT that he can do the lazy eye thing naturally and then the director runs away it's that kinda thing. The rest of the cast are equally impressed and scared by him. Sometimes, he acts like Utsuro when dressed as Maeda and vice versa, just to mess with people. It especially confuses Tsurugi to no end.
So! The two already very famous people. One is Higa, and the other is Yamaguchi.
Working with Higa was, not smooth at all, dude was a total diva so the script was completely rewritten to make him the first killer just so they could get rid of him quickly. Chapter 0 work was done first chronologically, and he seemed to put a decent amount of effort in that, but as time went on he had other bigger projects and just didn't bother to turn up half the time.
He had to wear a bald cap for his execution and the rest of the cast took photos and passed it around. When he left, they all signed a copy as his leaving present.
Kakeru, on the other hand, is a wrestler by trade who wanted to break into acting. He'd asked specifically if the character he played could be the softest ball of softness so he could try something different from his rough and tough wrestlers persona. He's the most cheerful and chatty person you've ever met, provides great hugs, and keeps the break area stocked with donuts.
Additionally, how Kakeru acts in trials is a reference to his wrestling character, it's required by his contract but he really hates it, hence why he's not seen all that much in trials.
He also helped with the stunts throughout the show, being a wrestler he knew a fair bit about landing safely or making a fight look like it hurts. He taught Kanata some throws, and she once threw Haruhiko because he dared her to, it's been caught on camera.
He was a great help to Kinji for their fight scene in chapter 3, there was a lot of practice with wires so that it could look convincing that Kinji was thrown across the room and then the fight with the spear. The prop was actually kinda heavy so that it wouldn't bend mid-swing and Kinji accidentally hit Kakeru pretty hard with it one take, they had to take him to the infirmary. Kakeru just laughed it off and said it was a normal day for him in wresting practice.
Kizuna's acting experience is previously all low budget slasher films, she has a bit of a cult following on the Internet and is known for being the ditzy one that screams the place down when you see the first victim. So she was so hyped to play a meaner character and actively went to the script writer to give her a more gruesome death than was originally planned. In her words, "If there's not blood over all the walls I will be raiding the blood packs myself".
She's /real/ good at being a corpse, she gets makeup to do some gash wounds on her body, gets some blood packs and then leans on one side of a door and waits for someone to open it. Kiyoka's shrieks and wails could be heard throughout the studio. Kizuna felt bad and bought her ice cream to apologise.
Kiyoka doubles as the cameraman, since she's only in two episodes and the original actress bailed on them at the last minute. She's basically the same as her show counterpart, but possibly even more gullible.
Akane loves to play her character a little too much sometimes, she loves flustering Ayame, and post chapter 5 she absolutely loves being as off the wall as possible.
Ayame is big and loud and heart on her sleeve, she really struggles to be more muted for her role in places. She makes sure everyone has enough water and people take breaks. Even when all her filming is wrapped up she still comes in to check in on everyone (and cheers on Akane).
Mikako is a stand up comedian by trade and so being so quiet is actually torturous for her. So she’ll make little comments or crack jokes while remaining in character and it throws everyone through a loop and they all start cracking up. She tag teams with Utsuro/Maeda who has a wonderfully dark sense of humour and will just make quips while playing as maeda.
Rei on the other hand is just like her character, except more quiet and serious rather than rude and serious. She takes the gig very seriously and often makes notes for changes in the script.
Tsurugi is really shy in reality, so when he first breaks out the "psycho cop" at the end of chapter 1 everyone is shook.
Everyone thought Teruya was a huge grump at the start, it turns out that his character's hairstyle requires him to be in hair and makeup for hours and it itches his head like crazy. He hates it so much and it makes him chronically irritable. On days when he's not in filming and can just turn up and watch he just goofs off with the others. He was secretly hoping his character would die really early so he'd stop having to get up at 5am.
Kanata likes to sing, when filming her death in chapter 3 she kept humming the Titanic theme, which genuinely caused Kinji to almost drop her on the floor.
Kakeru got to keep his fake head, they occasionally play hot potato with it.
The girls all swapped dresses after filming for chapter 4 wrapped up. They had this photo taken.
Satsuki and Haru are just big goofs, it took 20 takes for them to take their scene in chapter 4 seriously. For the first five Haru either made his "dying" super exaggerated or started laughing. One time he pretended to be a zombie on the body discovery and jumped Teruya when they opened the door to the armory. They learned that day that Teruya's voice goes glass shatteringly high.
Yamato isn't actually an actor, but rather did all the effects and props. His "mato mato to your heart~" in chapter 5 was actually him having stagefright and just blurting out the first thing that came to mind. Everyone just, died laughing and they decided to keep it.
No one was quite sure how the blood splatter would work in chapter 5, they opted to just throw a bucket of fake blood at Mikako, she was not prepared (or impressed).
It did give her the opportunity to play some pranks tho, she so tall and by this point she'd gotten the art of being quiet to a T so she could just sneak up and looooom until her victim noticed.
Inspired by Kanata, Mikako decided to start singing "I'm dying in your arms tonight" when she collapses on Rei in chapter 5. Everyone thought it was great, until they remembered that Mikako needed to get her hair and blood reset to do the scene again. Cue a three hour wait.
Akane decided to do the same, it became a bit of a running gag to trust fall onto Rei and start singing that, she was not impressed.
SDRA2
The second series rides off the success of the first, they have budget for visual effects and the cast is more well known.
Firstly, the returning cast! Utsuro, Akane, Rei, Tsurugi and Teruya return for filming of the second series. It's been five years and the success of the first series has made them more well known.
Well, except Teruya, who went travelling during the gap so very few people had seem him since the wrap up of season 1. The costume department were distraught to find out that he'd shot up a foot and a half in the mean-time. His costume had to be changed last minute as they scrambled to find something. The hat was his idea, so he could escape the clutches of hair and makeup this time.
Utsuro is actually there just to coach the actor for Yuki, he doesn't look the part anymore but still wanted to help. They become really good friends on set, and have a blast coming up with how Yuki becomes Utsuro in the show. Funnily enough, they don't actually look all that alike on set, Utsuro's hair has gotten a little longer and Yuki is so much paler.
All of Mikado's scenes are filmed without him speaking. He's miming with the green-screen half mask on so they can stitch his face together in post production. They then do his voice recording in a studio with mo-cap so the vfx team have something to base his expressions on. The miming scenes were /really/ hard to get through since someone would start laughing from Mikado miming to a backing track of his own voice. Setsuka or Emma always caved first, and once they were laughing the whole crew broke down.
They used wiring for Teruya's exit in chapter 1, and his coat got stuck in the pully. He was up there for four hours while the rest of the cast went out for dinner.
Yuri's chapter 6 design is a different persons body with his face stuck on it in post production, the rest are simply done with makeup. He had a six foot body double who looked even taller next to 4'11'' Yuri.
The chapter 1 body discovery was one of the hardest scenes to film, the original idea was to drop his stunt double onto a mat from the top of the set but health and safety said no so instead they slowly winch him up and speed it up afterwards. He had to react to invisible wires from sound cues, so to everyone watching it just looked like he was wiggling randomly.
Hajime and shinji had to bulk up quickly for their roles, sometimes they were simply too tired to move after spending so long in the gym over the weekend. Shinji in particular has a weak spot for for comfort food/drinks and gains weight easily, so it was real hard on him to stay as trim as production wanted.
Emma loves to sing, all the time. If she's not singing she's humming. Her and Hibiki actually sing the ending theme together.
Kokoro actually has such difficulty keeping quiet and a blank expression when acting. She hid behind her tablet so much to hide her smiling.
The details of the chapter 3 body discovery were left a surprise to capture some extra shock factor. They had to roll it back a little when people started crying and feeling sick.
Setsuka loved it tho, and started leaving her fake limbs around the set to spook people. She is mostly the same as her character, except more prone to pranking others (mostly Nikei, Hibiki and Iroha) and her humour is a little darker. There is an incredibly well times photo of her pranking Nikei with her fake arm, his expression was priceless
Kanade is one of those actors who the moment they’re on set they fully engross in the character. The moment she steps into the studio her whole vibe changes, she responds to everything like the character, it had the others on edge to begin with. When they're off set she just snaps back to her normal self, even her voice was different!
Her change in trials was kept a secret from the rest of the cast, when it first came out the rest of the cast were silent for a solid five minutes.
Hibiki on the other hand is chronically tired, she downs a super sugary energy drink and then tosses her hands up and yells “hey-heyyy!” To get into character. When she’s not filming she’s napping or completely deadpan.
Chapter 3 was filmed at a real theme park, the cast had to get up super early to get the scenes done while the part was still closed and empty. Sora, Setsuka, Hibiki and Iroha snuck rides in between shooting, while Yoruko watched from the floor (and yelled that they were gonna get in trouble).
Yoruko is a real by the book actor, she's always on time, she doesn't mess around, she's learnt all her lines the moment she's got the script. She hates her costume though, the moment filming stops she goes to change into a lion onesie. She bought Sora a panda one so they can practice scenes together on set.
Syobai is /incredibly/ busy, his eyebags aren't even makeup /lh. He has like five other projects on at the same time and the company paid a ton of money to have him. He takes his job very seriously, arrives, does his parts, and then leaves. He sends incredibly long emails to the script writer about all the things about his character he doesn't like. He was the driving force behind changing his character from the cursed chaper 1 victim to the cynical bastard he is today.
Nikei gets waaay too warm in his costume, and so he's constantly losing his jacket, when in reality Sora is just stealing it constantly to give to Yoruko when she gets cold. It drives him up the wall.
Are you still here? Congrats! I was gonna add more points and some extra doodles to this but I'm feeling a little burnt out atm.
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Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part one)
Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.
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Word count: 558 (this is kinda the introduction so it's pretty short)
Warnings: None
Author's notes: I literally started writing this a couple days ago and it's over 6k and not finished so I might as well start posting it. So here it is I guess! I know there are words in the vernacular to describe it. I don't know how to write Conductor's accent, sorry. I will try and post up parts regularly but sorry if I get distracted. Pinguini and Owlice are OCs and I literally only came up with them while making this. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading it! :)
The Conductor scribbled out another paragraph of drafted script, before crumpling the entire piece of paper and throwing it in the bin.
He let out a sigh as DJ Grooves burst in, not even bothering to knock.
"Darling! You can't stay cooped up in here forever! There are two of us working on this movie, and I won't let you take all the credit," Grooves exclaimed, shutting the door and walking over to look at Conductor's notes.
"If yer music and romance ruins my film then I'll nae work with you again," Conductor threatened, prompting Grooves to laugh.
"As if, darling! It's just the flare your ideas need, to push them that little bit further to-" Grooves paused, doing a small drumroll on the edge of the table "-stardom! But we may have to get more, how should I put it, creative with casting."
"Whaddya mean?"
"I'll put this delicately, darling," Grooves explained. "I just don't think the owls or penguins will cut it for some of the roles we've come up with."
Conductor let out a groan before quickly sipping his whiskey. He placed it back down away from the papers he'd been writing on and away from Grooves.
"I hate ta say it but I agree with yer. We could get that wee lass to come back again," Conductor said, pointing to the movie poster on the wall from his previous movie 'Murder On The Owl Express'.
Grooves nodded thoughtfully, taking a seat on the other side of his desk.
"Yeah, that could work. I know a penguin who might work as that courtesan you wrote-"
"Satine."
"-Yes, Satine, that was it. As I was saying, darling, I know the perfect penguin for the role. And I bumped into one of your owls a while back who might work well as that guy-"
"Christian?"
"-Yes, Christian! That's him! Well, I don't know if you remember one of your employees, Owlice? I think she'd do perfectly, darling, perfectly!" Grooves continued, propping his head in his flippers as he lent on the table.
Conductor pushed his notes to the side of the desk and picked out a new piece of paper, beginning to write down possible roles.
"And this penguin? What's 'er name?" Conductor asked, loosening his tie and undoing the top button of his shirt.
If he was going to be spending the night working on the film then he didn't want to be in such stuffy clothes.
"His name is Pinguini," Grooves replied. "He's an amazingly talented singer. And that role of, what's his name, ah, Toulouse, that would be perfect for your young detective, or, in my preference, the upcoming diva!" He flourished his flippers as he referenced their previous rivalling movies.
"Alright. We've still gotta lot of roles ta fill though. And I donnae think the owls and penguins will be cut out for all of 'em," Conductor grumbled. "We could see if the lass has any friends that might get involved."
"Yeah, yeah, that could work," Grooves mumbled, nodding. "I could try and talk to my contacts and see if they know anyone."
Conductor nodded absentmindedly, mind flitting between scene ideas and possible cast members.
"Darling, where is this 'Moulin Rouge' in the movie going to be filmed?"
Conductor grinned, looking up at Grooves.
"Where else? It's gonna be on The Owl Express!"
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I know ppl r saying that Ryan's actions in last ep r gonna cause Homelander to hate Ryan but him saying family is the most important thing and all you have is not something that goes against all HL has been saying to his son this last i guess 6 months, if anything i feel he will be mad at himself too for ignoring his son that day but also at him bcuz "fuck i spoil him too much now he is acting like a diva on tv"
Like i dont doubt it will lead to an argument that doesnt make much sense but the writers r fucking useless at this point...
Altho...
Spoilers...
Is the whole speech about family and shit gonna tie back to why Homelander frees Soldier Boy from the freezer in the finale? Are Ryan's words a direct cathalist to giving his dad a 2nd chance or is his dividing from Ryan results in him running head first to his only remaining family?
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Forced To Believe Chapter 17- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 5
Chapter Summary: Melanie joins the girls for go-karting while Ariane and Trinity have issues with each other
Words: 900+
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'Tampa FL, Next Day'
"Come on girl!" Eva Marie said as her, Jojo, Trinity and Melanie waited for Ariane.
"Gotta wait for the diva," Ariane teased as they all laughed
Trinity (Ariane, Jojo, Melanie, Eva Marie and I are going go-karting today on our day off. Ariane and I have had a lot of tension between us lately so I'm hoping that we'll be able to have fun and chill out a little bit.)
"Ladies, Ladies, I hate to break it to you but I'll be standing on top." Eva Marie grinned as she looked at the stands for 1st, 2nd and 3rd place. She gets on top of the 1st place stand.
"Oh yes, girl." Ariane stood up next to her.
"Both of yall are gonna be number 2 and number three. I'm gonna be number 1." Trinity chuckled
The girls get in their go kart gear.
"All right! Who is ready to get trashed!?" Melanie exclaimed, earning laughs from them.
"Someone's competitive," Trinity teased while Melanie gave her a thumbs up after she put her helmet on.
Ariane (If I don't win, I'm gonna have a boo boo face.)
After the race, Trinity gets 5th place, Melanie gets 4th place, Jojo gets 3rd place, Eva Marie gets 2nd and Ariane gets 1st place.
Melanie (Sucks I lost but it was really fun racing with my friends. I'm happy for the winners. I lost fair and square but I declare a rematch!)
"Losers! Losers!" Ariane bragged and walked around with excitement.
"You are all about winning. Passing me and everything." Trinity grinned as Eva laughed
"Don't be mad." Ariane said.
"I'm not mad. I'm not a sore loser. You won, congratulations." Trinity shrugged.
"You can be a little more sincere about it."
Melanie (I knew I felt tension between them.)
"You're just being bitter right now." Ariane declared
"I'm not being bitter, you doing too much right now. It's a game, who cares?" Trinity exclaimed
"But I won though."
Melanie sighed as she and the new divas watched the drama.
Trinity (You won, we said good job.)
"Don't get hot." Ariane said.
Melanie (Okay, I think Ariane may be making the conflict worse because she keeps talking about how she won. It's done and over with. We all said congratulations, now can we please get some lunch? I want some food.)
"I'm not hot. I'm the one who wins the matches." Trinity argued
"Oh!" Jojo dropped her jaw.
"Ooh~" Eva and Melanie say.
"Oh, you're the one who wins the matches? I'm the one who can talk on the mic. " Ariane declared.
"I can speak very well for myself." Trinity retorted.
"You wanna take it there?"
"Why you getting hot for?"
"Because you took it to a whole 'nother level."
"I didn't! Isn't it true that I'm the one who wins the matches?"
"You win every single match?"
Trinity (No one wants to sit and hear you talk about yourself for another hour.)
"Actually, I'm done..." Ariane rolled her eyes.
"You see? She's too much." Trinity pointed out.
"No, you're too much, you took it to a whole 'nother level."
"Can we please just get some food? And can we please just drop this?" Melanie asked while Jojo nodded in agreement.
"You need to shut up sometimes." Trinity snapped at Ariane while Melanie facepalmed.
"You need to shut up, that's what you need to do." Ariane snapped back.
"Okay, well go."
"I'm done with you."
"No, I'm done with you, nobody wants to hear all that."
Melanie (I'm getting kind of worried because people are staring. Not good...)
"Relax!" Ariane yelled
"Take that bullshit somewhere else. Nobody got time for that right now." Trinity exclaimed. "All right, ready to go?"
"Yes!" Melanie shouted. "I'm freaking starving-" she began but stopped when she saw Trinity push Ariane and getting pushed back by her.
"Don't push me." Trinity angrily said.
"You just push me!" Ariane yelled
"What are you gonna do huh?" Trinity got in her face and Ariane retaliated by pushing her face.
Trinity (Really? You really think I'm scared of you?)
"You acting real ghetto right now."
"I'll show you ghetto," Trinity said in her face.
"Everybody calm the fuck down!" Melanie yelled as she separated the two. "I'm in no mood for this! Enough. We're in a public place and we're supposed to be WWE divas. And right now, we're not showing that because you guys keep arguing. In public! Let's just take it somewhere else and get some food! I'm dying over here!"
"I agree Melanie. Trinity isn't acting like a WWE diva since she wants to act all hype. Tell her to calm down." Ariane pointed out.
Melanie (That's not what I fucking meant!)
"You calm down!" Trinity retorted.
"Ariane! You're escalating it! Just stop, both of you." Melanie exclaimed.
"I'm done..." Ariane walked away.
Jojo (I would have been kind of scared to get in between them two because they really were close to getting very physical.)
"That's what I thought," Trinity said while Melanie held her back.
Melanie (So much for a positive day with friends...)
'Next week, Raw'
"Mark and Jane are with Ariane and Trinity, they are still arguing," Eva says to Melanie as they walk around.
"Jeesh...I hope they get it together. They've been through so much." Melanie sighed.
"Hey, ladies." Nattie smiled, approaching them with Jojo.
"Hey, how are ya?" Melanie asked with a smile.
"I've been all right. How are you, ladies?"
"Fine. Just waiting for Ariane and Trinity. They've been at it."
"I heard..."
Ariane walked to them with an angry expression and was asked how did things go.
"I don't get why she has to act like this..." Ariane sighed.
"Are you guys still having the match?" Nattie asked
"I don't know. We're supposed to talk to Stephanie now."
Ariane (Stephanie McMahon is top lady. She is THE Vince McMahon's daughter. You do not want to be on Stephanie's bad side.)
"Honestly, Ariane, that's not good," Nattie said.
"Exactly..." Ariane mumbled.
Later, Melanie, Ariane, Jane, Nattie and Eva watch Trinity's match. They watch as Trinity miscalculates with the crossbody.
"Yikes," Melanie said with worry.
Trinity loses the match as Alicia wins by the roll up. After Trinity's match, they watch Ariane's match against Aksana and she loses. After their matches, Melanie sees Trinity and Ariane walking together with smiles. "You guys worked it out?"
"Yep!" Ariane grinned.
"Awesome. I'm so happy."
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I will jump on the discussion bandwagon with some analysis 😂😂😂 because I've been thinking about this for a while. So the big romance dramas this year I'm sorry this is gonna be so long but I like so lay everything out because talking in general doesn't actually show anything if you want to be like "I ain't reading all that but I'm happy for you or sorry that happened" I will completely understand.
Lovely runner: ride or die female lead but you could make the argument and not a weak one that they showed the ml's love and affection in a bigger way.
Queen of tears: Felt pretty even in that regard for me but up for debate.
Marry my husband: The poster girl for uneven dynamics where the ML entire existence revolved around the FL and at the first opportunity she had to show even an ounce of the same she was like nope.
Captivating the king: This one had to do mental gymnastics with its own logic to justify the FL treating the ML like shit 12 episodes deep into the show when it longer made any sense.
Queen of divorce: This one was just sad and pathetic because girlie gets drunk and sleeps with a dude gets pregnant while she's dating ML and then cuts him off with no explanation. ML loves her for years and then simps 24/7 without a shred of dignity, It doesn't help that it was just dumb all around.
Then you have atypical family, wedding impossible, dreaming of freaking Cinderella, midnight romance in hagwon where it's not that obvious in some instances but it was still the typical (haha) guy makes bigger gestures/declarations/ etc
Just as far back as 2020 you could find a much more balanced list: Flower of evil, Mr queen, Hospital playlist, itawon class, tale of the nine taled, run on, find me in your memory, when the weather is fine, into the ring all weren't perfect in this regard but they had really really committed men but also women who maybe liked them and pursued them first( itaewon, WTWIS, FMIYM, hospital playlist in the case of two couples) who protected them with strength or just words (run on, FOV, itaewon, into the ring), who you felt were just as committed as their significant others in most instances. And the differences are so stark side by side You could say we're only a little over halfway through the year but somehow I don't think anything will change. Last year was more of the same there were exceptions like see you in 19th life, call it love, castaway diva but it was mostly the same song and dance; Welcome to samdari, my dearest, perfect marriage revenge, love to hate you, king the land (somehow the most inconspicuous but also the most blatant every big gesture or confession and even the small ones were 99 percent him, was from the ml's side so much so that when he has to deal with emotional trauma they had him do it alone 😂😅😂 and the moment that encapsulates the whole thing is when they're talking to her grandma and he's like I'll make her happy for the rest of her life and she's like I'll be happy with him for the rest of my life like woman please I know you're reassuring your grandma but come on) oh and also soundtrack 2 had people picking up their pitchforks. There was also tell me you love me which was the opposite with the FL being the more affectionate forward one for most of the show and the ml being hesitant because he's deaf and he's been burned so badly before because of his disability and his ex girlfriend not being able to handle it only to reverse uno us and have the FL do the exact same thing which made it so much worse she literally tells him she had a dream he could hear and was so happy and I almost banged my heard against the wall. I can't speak to my demon, park's marriage though because I haven't seen them.
P.S all of this and kdramas come off smelling like roses compared to cdramas which are so so SO much worse. Is it because they almost exclusively adapt novels? Which makes sense for kdramas too because they've started adapting a lot more webtoons and romance novels/webtoons are usually a lot more blatant about the romantic reverie because they're a different medium. If you want balanced couples you need to pick which cdramas you watch very carefully lest you loose all your hair because you're tearing it out. So many of them are : boy gets tortured for girl boy gets stabbed for girl boy literally kills and dies for girl boy says the most unhinged romantic shit you've ever heard in your life to girl. Girl: sure whatever I guess...
jump on it anon!! i'm always up to read some analysis in my askbox honestly it makes me feel like i'm a talk show or something - also the sheer amount of dramas you've listed made me realise i've actually watched very few dramas in the last two years so i definitely felt like we were making progress but maybe no lmao i've only watched lovely runner, castaway diva and soundtrack 2 out of your list of this year and last year - i tried to watch my demon and i was just kind of bored tbh
and omg i had forgotten about when the weather is fine and into the ring! both definitely had very proactive female leads (i love when she's like "should we sleep together" or "i want to sleep with you" or something like that in when the weather is fine) and also really nice stories
as for king the land what do you mean he delt with his trauma alone like was he at the hospital and she didn't visit him??? but yeah i would not be surprised to hear a fl was written more as tool to have the ml show humanity and strenghth and have a goal for his fight and his recovery than as an actual person lol
ngl your description is kind of making me want to watch more cdramas just to see what's going on like why are so many people stabbing and torturing others!! do you have any recommandations?
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Whats aomething your pet(s) do? Are they smart?
so, I have a cat, my emotional support animal, Gambit ! and then we / my mom has dogs, siblings Bruin and Sedona, and a corgi named Sir Ulrich von Lichtenstein. my sister also has cats, Purrlock Holmes and Meowdame Leota. I'm just gonna list off some facts about all of them, because I love all of them. XD
facts about Leota !
she adores her brother, Purrlock. she literally has a shrine dedicated to him under my sisters desk. like. his old collars, his favorite toys, a little drawing of him (I'm not fucking joking, it's a drawing on a wine cork my sister got at an art faire).
she is the sweetest, quietest, most polite cat I have ever met
facts about Purrlock !
he looks like a little cow. he eats like one too XD
he would sell you to satan for one (1) treat
facts about Ulrich !
he is the BIGGEST diva. sometimes he refuses to eat unless he is spoon fed. he refuses to jump down from locations he jumped onto and acts like he can't get down without help. thinks hes bigger than he is and tries to act like it. he sometimes refuses to climb the back stairs and must be carried indoors like a baby. he is also very judgmental.
he is terrified of Leota, but fine with the other cats XD
one time he got stuck on our porch because his way was blocked and he couldn't back up. after saving his sorry little butt, he did it again.
facts about Sedona !
she hates my guts. why ? because she doesn't like leashes, medication, or going places she does not want to go... and I was responsible for doing all that. now my sister handles it, thankfully. I love the dog, she just hates me. :c
acts stupid, is actually very smart
she would sell you to satan for one (1) ear rub
gassy. poor baby has some digestion issues unfortunately :c but we do what we can for her. we can always tell she isn't feeling good because she gets grumpy, but then I get grumpy too when my stomach doesn't feel good so.
facts about Bruin !
my favoritest boy (don't tell Gambit XD)
he is the sweetest, most stupid dog you will ever meet. we live in the country and are surrounded by cow fields. one time, when he was still pretty young, he got out and came back with a gash in his head. vet says a cow most likely kicked him. :c even though he was already pretty sweet and derpy before that, I like to joke that everything changed after "the accident". poor guy.
he thinks cows are his friends. "cows" is his trigger word I s2g. you say cows and his ears perk up, he gets so excited, its adorable. he just sits outside and watches them. also ? every day, around 6 pm, he goes out to the side yard and barks at the cows in our neighbors field. idk why, I think that's when they get fed so they move to that side of the field ? but without fail, he's out there barking.
he has excited tail syndrome. the kind of dog that wags their tail and their whole body just starts wiggling and shaking. he's adorable.
facts about Gambit !
is literally screaming at me right now
only drinks cold water, but he does not like ice
a cuddle baby. he's literally such a loving baby boy, I love him.
thinks hes tough. is not actually tough.
thinks he's gonna inherit my stuff when I die, so he keeps trying to kill me (joking)
thinks he's cute (he is cute) but he needs to be constantly reminded
does NOT !! like kisses
is in a situationship with Purrlock, thinks its Leota
and now to answer the "are they smart" portion of this question. Sedona and Ulrich ? they act stupid but we know they are smart. Bruin is as dumb as they come, unfortunately, but he makes up for it by being incredibly sweet. Purrlock and Gambit have a single brain cell each, and fight over the third to make fire. Leota has all the cat brain cells but dedicates them solely to loving on her brother.
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I do wish that Taylor was a little bit more out there or referential with her visuals because that’s what really moves culture, and she has the biggest opportunity to make those statements rn. I went to the v&a recently for an exhibition about divas throughout history, mainly focused on fashion but also music, film, feminism etc and they included all manners of artists and actors in the display but not taylor. I don’t think taylor’s visuals are bad, and it’s fine if she’s not into it, but it’s a bit of a shame seeing the potential for her to have a better artistic direction with the skill set she has go to waste. She’s stuck with beth as her album photographers for her last like 8 releases.
so just for another perspective - that’s also imo why Taylor is TAYLOR idk and the most successful musician in history imo. She can mean anything to any of us. She talks to human feelings and she creates general imagery that’s relatable to most people and that’s why very few people (not saying no one because taste is subjective) would hate her entire discography or everything about her style. She’s vanilla but I say that in the best way. We can interpret what she says differently but ultimately she’s relatable and nice sounding and appealing for the vast majority of people on the globe. That’s a huge achievement.
My bf isn’t a huge Taylor fan (I’ve mentioned this before) and imo misunderstands her more profound songs and obvi I’m not gonna expect him to love SIO looool because he likes yk words and shit and his ear drums and also common sense but he finds a few songs super cute and he does like dancing to Blank Space (who wouldn’t) so he doesn’t dislike her and he would 100% go to a concert if the opportunity arises (he just wouldn’t travel for her). He feels exactly the same way about her as about The Beatles, whom he also is deeply meh about and thinks their songs are either trite and silly or that they’re shit they wrote when tripping balls and so he doesn’t dig either of their sounds entirely??
but like there’s a reason more than half of Taylor and The Beatles’s discography is recognizable in any part of the globe. And it’s also why only certain songs of big “diva” artists are (not even gender specific I’d say some of Elvis’s album songs would be less recognized than Taylor or The Beatles’ are idk) 🤷🏻♀️
there’s making genuine change in culture and there’s doing something new and exciting and then there’s just creating good music anyone anywhere can enjoy.
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