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libraryofgage · 1 year ago

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PJO Steddie Six

One | Two | Three | Four | Five

And we back at it again with the PJO AU

The new series on Disney+ right? Like, that's soon and I'm fucking excited to start watching it omfg

Anyway, hope you enjoy this one! A little more Steddie flirting and some of Steve being a goddess's favorite little guy lol

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;P

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"Your, ah, bat," Chiron says, glancing at said weapon leaning against the side of Steve's chair, "it's effective against monsters?"

Around them, the sound of chewing can be heard as the kids descend on the snacks and refilling cups. Dustin, Max, and Erica in particular have chubby cheeks as they shove cookies into their mouths. In comparison, Steve hasn't touched a thing on the table. Not because he doesn't want to, of course, but because he'd rather avoid Lucas inadvertently biting him (it's happened before, he doesn't want it to happen again).

"Max's mom gave us some Celestial bronze, Dustin figured out how to melt it down, and Will suggested embedding nails in a reinforced bat. So we did," Steve explains, shrugging once.

Sitting in the chair directly to the left of Chiron is Eddie, his fingers drumming on the table as he looks between Steve and the centaur. He's been like that for the past 15 minutes, managing to keep quiet unless he's answering a question or adding a detail about their drive up that Steve missed. It's odd to see him so....restrained, but Steve can tell he's trying to be on his best behavior, likely to give him and the kids a better chance of staying.

Chiron hums in thought, considering the kids. His gaze lingers on El the longest, watching as she sips milk tea from her cup and passes Mike a bowl of grapes when he asks for it. "And you're sure El's powers aren't permanent?" Chiron finally asks.

Steve nods once. "We've timed it before. Worst cases fade in a few hours. Since El and I are related, she can't freeze me," he explains, offering a little more information than he needs to in the hopes of earning Chiron's trust.

The centaur must see through him, but his smile isn't unkind. "I see. And do you know all of their parents? The godly ones, I mean."

Steve nods and points to each kid while listing their godly parent. At the end, he points to himself and adds, "And mine is Zeus, which was probably obvious."

"Just a little," Chiron says. He considers them all for a moment before sighing. "Well, as long as you'll take full responsibility for El and her powers, I am happy to welcome you to Camp Half-Blood."

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Camp Half-Blood is nice.

Steve likes the strawberry fields, he's already looking forward to giving the climbing wall a try, and Eddie's brief mention of Capture the Flag earlier has him regularly glancing at the forest. The kids seem eager to explore, too, with Dustin practically lighting up when Eddie points out the Haphaestus cabin's workshop, Will and Erica looking wistfully at the pegasus stables, Lucas and Max practically vibrating with excitement when they pass the practice arena, Mike nearly breaking off from the group to jump into sparkling water on the beach, and El tugging on Steve's hand excitedly when they pass the archery field.

The tour ends in the middle of the cabins by a fire pit. A young girl is stoking the fire, keeping it going and smiling softly as the flames dance in front of her. She glances up to meet Steve's gaze, and he immediately recognizes her. He's ready to greet Hestia when she subtly shakes her head and turns back to the fire.

Steve forces himself to look away, studying the cabins, instead. There's one for each deity, and several other groups of cabins are scattered around the area like they keep adding more. A path of mismatched stone has been paved from each one to the fire pit, keeping them all connected.

His attention is immediately drawn to a cabin with a cloud and thunderbolt above the door. It looks kind of like a marble box with huge columns, a domed roof, and bronze doors that gleam in the sun. It looks imposing, and Steve can't imagine anyone actually staying in it.

"That'll be your cabin," Eddie says, pulling Steve's attention away. He grins when Steve looks at him, rocking back and forth on his feet. "And that's the Athena cabin, the Aphrodite cabin, the Morpheus cabin, Plutus, and Nemesis. Each has a lead camper in charge of getting new campers settled."

Steve blinks, frowning slightly. "What do you mean?" he asks.

"Well, the kids will stay in the cabins of their godly parents."

"No. They won't."

Eddie pauses, seeming to realize there's a problem. He looks at the cabins, then the kids, back to the cabins, and finally settles his gaze on Steve. "It's possible to visit between cabins, but we've never had a camper, like, not live in their parent's cabin."

"Has anyone tried?"

"Well. No."

"Does anyone live in the Zeus cabin right now?"

The moment Eddie shakes his head, Steve leads the kids toward the Zeus cabin. He feels a little resistance when he reaches the door, but he stubbornly ignores it and crosses the threshold to find an empty space. Well, mostly empty. He blinks, looking over the alcoves with golden eagles and the giant statue of Zeus in the middle. From the inside, the domed roof has mosaic clouds drifting across it with lightning bolts striking out from them.

"You've got to be kidding me," Steve says, frowning as he looks around the cabin. A cursory glance reveals that there is, in fact, a single bed somewhat hidden behind the statue of Zeus.

"I'd rather not sleep with your dad staring at me," Erica says, frowning at the statue before looking up at Steve. "I'm sure the Aphrodite cabin won't be so bad." Despite her words, her tone is reluctant, implying she'd rather not sleep with a bunch of strangers.

Steve closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and turns to look at the kids. Eddie is at the back of the group, watching him with a curious expression. "Okay," Steve says, his tone immediately getting the kids' attention, "I'm going to ask a question, and I want honesty. Who wants to stay in their parent's cabin?"

A few seconds pass in which the kids all glance at each other, silently asking the same question to see if anyone's answer will be different. When none of them raise their hand or say anything, Steve asks, "Does that mean you'd like to stay in a cabin together?"

The kids all nod, and Eddie looks ready to speak when Steve nods and herds the children out of the cabin. He glances at the fire pit, sees Hestia is still there, and tells the group, "Just hold tight."

He strides over to the fire pit and crouches next to Hestia, waiting patiently. After a few moments, the goddess smiles at him and says, "Hello, Steve. Welcome to my hearth. Would you like a cookie?"

Steve nods and takes the chocolate chip cookie that Hestia offers. He doesn't know where she got it from, but he doesn't question it. "Lady Hestia," he says after taking a bite, "I would appreciate your assistance."

"Your father would not appreciate other children in his cabin," she says, her voice gentle and coaxing.

"The kids want to stick together," Steve says, figuring that should be more than enough explanation.

"And what do you want, Steve?"

Steve is about to answer that he wants the same when Hestia meets his gaze. The words die in his throat as he's forced to actually consider the question. What does he want? He wants the kids safe, of course, and they'll be safest with him. But he also finds himself wanting a space of his own, his eyes glancing at Eddie before quickly looking away. He likes the idea of being alone with Eddie, something that likely won't happen unless Steve can put a door between them and the rest of the world.

He takes a deep breath, the two thoughts at war within him. Before he can say anything, though, Hestia smiles. "I'm sure Lord Zeus would prefer you stay in his cabin," she says, a brief flash of dislike crossing her eyes, "so I will work with it."

"And you won't get in trouble?" Steve asks, wondering if he really needs to worry about a goddess. She's doing him a favor, though, so he can't help himself.

"There is little your father can do to me," Hestia says, shrugging as she waves a hand toward Zeus's cabin. Nothing on the outside changes, but Steve knows the inside has been completely overhauled.

He looks at Hestia and smiles brightly. "Thank you," he says, pausing before digging into his jacket pocket and pulling out a pack of gum. "I can give you something better at dinner, but would you like one?"

Hestia lights up and happily takes a stick, carefully unwrapping it before popping it into her mouth. After chewing a few times, she blows a large bubble, grinning when it bursts a few seconds later. "Thank you," she says, beginning to blow another bubble. A breeze kicks up, sending a slight haze of smoke into Steve's eyes, and by the time he clears it away, Hestia is gone.

Steve stands, brushes non-existent dust off his jeans, and walks back up the steps. "Okay, let's try again," he says, flashing a grin at the kids and Eddie before opening the door.

The cabin has, thankfully, changed on the inside. It now has a skylight in the ceiling, allowing sunlight to stream into the room. There are several bunk beds pushed against the walls and three doors on the opposite side of the cabin. Each of the bunks has one of the kids' names carved into it, and the left-most door on the opposite wall has a small sign with Steve's name right in the middle of it.

"How is Zeus not smiting you right now?" Eddie asks, following the kids into the cabin and staring at everything around him.

Steve shrugs, watching as the kids choose their bunks by throwing themselves onto the beds and splaying their limbs out like starfish. He walks over to the three doors. The far right is a bathroom with multiple stalls and showers and the middle is a storage closet with cleaning supplies. He studies the door with his name on it for a moment before taking a deep breath and opening it.

The room inside is large. Like the main portion of the cabin, the room has a skylight. The walls are ringed with real clouds, all of them fluffy and white and leisurely drifting along. In one corner of the room is a small fountain covered in clouds and tiny carvings of women holding urns and smiling. A small bowl next to the fountain is filled with gold coins, and two oversized chairs are set up in the adjacent corner. The opposite wall is covered in shields and swords with one open spot that Steve knows is for his bat. In the middle of the wall, just above the spot for Steve's bat, a large crystal ball hovers, filled with lightning bolts that streak across it.

As Steve takes it all in, Eddie wanders over to the weapon wall and pokes the crystal ball, the door swinging shut behind him. His hair begins to float and stand on end from the static, and Steve snorts. "Don't mess up your hair even more," he says, grinning at Eddie as he bats his hand away.

When their fingers brush, a tiny shock passes between them, an almost imperceptible arc of lightning connecting their fingers before Steve jerks his hand away. "Sorry," he mumbles, frowning slightly. He can dismiss the other two times this has happened (he was surprised by the pool and barely maintaining control outside the camp), but a third time means it's significant, right?

"Don't apologize," Eddie says, reaching out and poking Steve's hand. Another shock passes, and Eddie grins wide. "It's cool."

"It could hurt you," Steve corrects, sliding back a step only for Eddie to follow. He frowns a little more, backing up again. Eddie follows again. They keep this up, amusement budding in Steve's chest and changing his frown into a smile, until Steve is backed up against the wall and Eddie is crowding into his space.

Eddie lights up like he's won and shifts closer. "You wouldn't hurt me, Stevie," he says, utterly confident in his assessment.

Steve snorts, raising an eyebrow at him. "You barely know me," he says.

"That's easily fixed."

"I could be a terrible person."

"You're not."

"I could be. Maybe this is all an act."

Eddie hums softly, leaning closer until their hands are close to brushing and they're inches apart. A low buzz starts to build under Steve's skin, reaching out to Eddie with such desperation that Steve doesn't think before grabbing his hand. Tiny sparks pass between their palms again, and Steve somehow feels himself calming down.

"I don't mind falling for it," Eddie whispers, his smile softening, and Steve finds himself thinking "it" probably isn't the word Eddie actually wanted to use.

He swallows around a sudden lump of nerves in his throat, lost for words and about to just turn to action (kissing seems like a pretty good action right now) when one of the kids bangs on the door. Eddie jerks back, blinking a few times as his cheeks start to flush. "Steve!" Lucas shouts, knocking on the door again, "C'mon, man, we wanna see more of the camp."

Steve swallows again, noting the way Eddie's gaze drops to his throat, and quickly looks away. He pulls the door open, somewhere between grateful for and annoyed by the interruption. "Have you guys figured out who's sleeping where?" he asks, letting himself get distracted by Lucas rolling his eyes and Dustin shouting about Mike stealing his bunk.

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#steddie #steddie fic #semi divine steddie #pjo au #percy jackson au #steve harrington #eddie munson #the party stranger things #stranger things fic #my writing

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statementlou · 7 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/louisupdates/754934426217152513/goodbye-faith-in-the-future-world-tour-272024?source=share

did he or did he not lose fans then?

I will answer this because this anon actually brings a concrete question to the table rather than just "hurhur but you're a larrie??" (tell me you can't actually refute any of our points…). Anyway this post shows the decrease in Louis instagram followers between the screenshots taken directly after the release of Faith in the Future in Nov '22, when he changed his bio to promote that album and the tour tickets, and now, when he changed it again to mention the current release. But I'm putting that response under a cut because I'm tired of the actual POINT of all this nonsense getting lost in a sea of made up things people insist are important:

There is no rational argument you can make to say that Louis has less fans now than he did 2, 4, or 6 years ago. You don't need a spreadsheet of details you need to USE YOUR EYES! He has gone from filling theaters to filling arenas and stadiums. His second album made a higher chart position than his first album. His festival has doubled in size EVERY year of its existence. And for that matter: his insta post engagement numbers remain about the same (despite the fact that older posts should have way MORE likes due to having been there longer, even aside from follower counts.) SO WHO FUCKING CARES ABOUT HIS INSTA FOLLOWER NUMBER???? Serious question: what does the word "fans" mean if these things aren't what matters? ALL of this quibbling about what he should do to make things better and people can't even see that THINGS AREN'T BAD.

Anyway to address the specific question- (con't......)

NO- HE DID NOT LOSE FANS. HE LOST SOME INSTA FOLLOWERS. THESE ARE NOT THE SAME THING. As I said above, literally what does it mean to lose fans if that number change coincides with him having higher sales, more audience members, and higher engagement than ever before? Whatever he lost ISN'T FANS. I wouldn't be surprised if a significant factor was something like a bot purge, but also yes: I'm sure a lot of casuals followed him around the time of his big album release and later unfollowed him. That's extremely normal because that's how casual engagement works, and why the definition of fan really matters. Louis and his team understand this and have referenced it repeatedly, talking about how lucky he is to have *us* specifically, to have the kind of dedicated fanbase he has, to have the KIND of fans he does who will allow him to do what HE wants. @dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram named the issue of depth vs breadth with regard to fans a long time ago, and pointed out why having DEPTH is so much more important. It's like this- artists who are on top 40 radio have more numbers on things like insta follows, and for a time on sales and tickets. But those aren't FANS- they're people with a casual interest. And as soon as that person isn't being forced in their ears 10x a day, those people lose interest and stop supporting them, stop buying stuff and unfollow, and those artists end up doing the 'opener on the jingle ball' circuit rather than their own tours. One Direction as a whole, and Louis maybe most of all or near to at this point, have something MUCH MORE VALUABLE than that- DEPTH FANS. Louis has fans who will support him even if he takes years to release music, or stops parading around with a pretend girlfriend to stay in the headlines at least once a month, or completely changes his image and genre, and that is UNHEARD OF. It's ASTONISHING and worth SO MUCH MORE. And they get that! THAT is why he always bragging about us, why industry people he works with are always so agog about us, why he will do anything for US- not for randos. He is also growing his breadth- and it's OBVIOUSLY WORKING whatever his follower counts are, but that is always going to be secondary to doing things for THE FANDOM because that is his sustainable business model. That is what keeps him onstage and reaching number one. And not coincidentally, the things they do are also working to grow that- much more valuable- commodity. So the fact that that's exactly what these chuckleheads complain about- that he does things that are just fandom facing or serving rather than everything being aimed at recruiting casual fans- does nothing but betray how completely they, unlike Louis and his team, misunderstand the actual drivers of his (actual, existing, happening) success. Luckily for Louis, he and his team rely on their own data harvesting (they do a LOT of it) and growth metrics (they're off the charts) rather than the smug assumptions of random (mostly quite new to this) fans and the few bitter people leading the complaining about everything Louis does.

#louis promo #all this nonsense about this tag or that tag or this or that number is so getting lost in the trees #when the forest is RIGHT HERE: WHAT THEY ARE DOING IS WORKING #so for now #I'm pretty done with this discussion unless someone actually engages meaningfully with the content of anything I'm saying #rather than just repeating the same things- but he needs to tag more! or the even more boring-#but you're a larry! if you send me a bitchy response that doesnt actually address any points I've made #I will assume it is because I'm right and you have no rebuttal other than to act like a preschooler because deep down you know it #honestly the discourse around this makes me feel a little sad and scared about the state of literacy and reading comprehension #and just general analytical thinking #but I hope its just that no one over 15 spends their time sending hate anons about fandom #if I'm wrong please come engage in actual conversation! but otherwise... let's just... not #blah blah blah #anyway there's a reason Louis is always so afraid no one will be there for him and that he started out solo era playing those radio fests..#because we are IMPROBABLE we are UNBELIEVABLE we are NOT SOMETHING YOU CAN EXPECT OR COUNT ON #and making nurturing and maintaining that his number one priority ALWAYS is extremely correct and smart #actually #I was originally going to be like here are when there were bot purges here are other artists that have seen numbers go down etc #but then I was like WAIT WHO CARES. You're letting these people dictate the conversation... but the premise is stupid #it DOESNT MATTER #depth v breadth

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jittyjames · 1 month ago

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bored out of my mind at work bc it’s the week before christmas and no one ever comes and i’ve cleaned this whole place top to bottom and i still have to fucking babysit it so i bring you….

what the jesusi would order from subway brought to you by your local sandwich artist (and why)

(no one will have ham or bacon bc THEYRE JEWISH. and don't fight me on this. i'm the expert.)

2012 bway jesus

he gets the philly steak because it’s the first thing on the menu and he gets frustrated because he doesn’t know how to work a subway without mary and judas (this happens more often than you’d think.) he gets it exactly how it comes on the menu but is dissatisfied bc he doesn’t like green peppers and didn’t realize they were there. he still tips. he inevitably fucks up every time he comes into the shop and ends up dissociating until it’s time to pay. but also buys a pack of the raspberry cookies for mary and judas!!!

arena tour jesus

a vegan, so he get the veggie delight! he gets it on wheat bread with no cheese (but the bread warmed!) and then he gets all the fresh veggies. lettuce, spinach, tomatoes, cucumber, onions, green pepper, and black olives. he also gets with olive oil, red wine vinegar, and a sprinkle of salt ✨but he WILL be getting a bag of crisps to go with it. a super chill customer who is really polite, but not overly bubbly to the point it’s grating. orders quickly and promptly leaves. tips, but makes sure to do it in cash so it won’t go to the company.

2k jesus

he would get the mexicali. it’s indulgent and earthy and rich. it’s a lot. and this jesus is a lot. also everyone who gets this is super nice and they know what the want. mexicali people are good people. he gets it with provolone cheese instead of pepperjack and has them leave off the onions and adds banana peppers. herb and cheese bread! because he’s extra! he does not tip but it’s bc he doesn’t know tipping is a thing at subway.

(okay i admit this is mostly bc there''s a guy who looks just like him who always gets this one even though its not on the current menu. i still make it for him. and that just has the vibes of glensus.)

1973 jesus

this dood is just classic. like yeah. this guy would eat fish. he would get the most basic sub you can think of. and it’s tuna. and everyone thinks he’s wrong for it. but he likes it, so it’s okay. he’s a whole grain guy and he doesn’t get cheese or sauce on it. he’s a cucumber and olive man. that’s it. he’s the type of customer that leaves the employees going “…huh.” he’s the type that just appears at the counter and you didn’t even hear him walk in. he will also always start at the wrong end. but super nice and easy. you learn his order and can make it as soon as you see him. super polite. not very talkative. he tips in coins.

2024 dutch tour jesus

sweet onion terriyaki chicken. the best one. he has the best taste. (this was my fav one before i went vegetarian.) it’s savory but also pleasant and light and it’s a nice little treat. and he deserves a nice little treat. i think he’s a flatbread fellow. for veg he would get spinach, onion, green pepper, and a light glaze of the sauce. maybe he would even add some pepperjack cheese bc he likes a diverse flavor profile! heated and not toasted bc he likes the bread soft like him! the type of customer the employees love getting because he’s always polite and kind (and pretty)! will also tip! this guy walks in and you'll tell your coworker “oh, i'll get him!“

50th anniversary tour jesus

a cutie sweetie pie. he just gets something quick so he can get back to it. he's been getting the same sandwich since he was a child and came in with the virgin mary. just a plain turkey and american cheese (get it for the american tour) on italian bread with lettuce and light mayo. never tomato though. if he gets tomato by mistake, he will politely pick them off and give them to someone else. but more recently, he's been indulging and ordering one of the soft pretzels with honey mustard to go with it. considerate and polite customer who will chat about music with you while you make his sandwich. (you'll slip him a coupon bc he's adorable.) forgets cash, so he doesn't tip but he will most definitely thank you profusely.

2014 Swedish Tour Jesus

straight up just gets that terrifying footlong cookie. It smells amazing (so does he) and they're both intimidating as hell. he straight up walks into the store with his shirt unbuttoned and his sunglasses on. you've never seen anyone brave enough to actually buy this, but if anyone could do it, it's him. he would not eat an actual sandwich from the store. the idea freaks him out. your overly flirtatious coworker will try to ask him out. he'll laugh. then he'll ask for two forks (will he share with judas? mary? he hasn't decided yet.) and tips a surprisingly large amount that makes your jaw drop. you will be googling him to see if he's a celebrity afterwards. but no, he's just like that.

#jesus christ superstar #jesus christ #jcs headcanons #i’m so bored #someone send customers to me #i have to make up customers IN MY DAMN HEAD #at least i technically got paid to make this post #subway sponsor me #jcs posting

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mrs-johansson · 9 months ago

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Escape from LA - Lisa Manobal x Fem!Depp!Reader

Part 4:

A few articles were written about Blackpink coming to see my shows in LA and how Lisa and I had dinner but nothing serious.

A couple of weeks went by as the tour kept going, visiting cities all around the US. I loved every minute of being on stage finally and seeing my fans sing the new songs.

Lisa and I talked every day. With the time difference, it was a little difficult to keep our conversation going but we managed most of the time. I did a little digging because I wanted to know who she was involved with, who this said boyfriend was, and dude… She could do so much better. Yeah, he was awfully rich and influential in France but damn.

I started writing some songs in my free time, being inspired by a lot of things lately and it’s always relaxing to me when I can write.

It was already the end of March when the tour reached New York. And since I’ll have 15 shows in Madison Square Garden, we’ll be here for a while.

“So when are you leaving New York?” Lisa asked over the phone as I walked around the arena. “On the 15th. I have two off days,” I said. “Two? Isn’t that way too few?” “I’ll be fine. How was the show yesterday?” I asked as I sat down at the back of the arena staring right at the already built stage. “It was so fun. Such a good vibe from everyone, I loved it. I can’t wait for you to see it,” Lisa’s excited voice made me smile from ear to ear. “Ah me too, I'm already looking for dates when I can just run off to a show.” “Summer is still so far, you sure you won't have any free days sooner?” “I don’t think so but I’ll check again later. When’s your next show by the way?” I asked. “8th of April. Tokyo, I haven’t been there in so long.” “It seems like I’ll only reach Asia in years, but it’s just a couple of months.” “Yeah, your tour is so long, I don’t know how you do it.” “I will lay in bed for a whole year after this tour ends,” I said and Lisa chuckled which made me smile. She has such a good aura all the time, it’s so energizing.

We talked for a little while then I had to go to rehearsal so we hung up. I got my mic and the dancers arrived soon too. Went through the whole show with everyone, checking the speakers and mics and instruments then I got into hair and makeup before finally sitting down to have an early dinner.

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“Okay, your favorite part of the show… Reading signs. These get crazier with every day so let’s see…” I walked around the stage looking at different signs that people were trying to rise higher and higher. I spotted the first interesting one before lifting the mic to my mouth and pointing at the girl who held the sign. “Hello there, do you mind me reading your sign out loud?” I asked and she said go for it. “Alright your sign says, I’ve bought a ticket to all of your MSG shows hoping you’ll sing ‘I’m yours’ at one of them,” I said and the crowd cheered loudly which made me laugh. “But that’s unreleased and old,” I said to her and everyone around her screamed that it’s a good song. “Maybe we’ll do that song, who knows?” I spread my arm out before moving to another part of the stage looking for more signs. Then I saw one and the word Blackpink grabbed my attention quickly. “Collab with Blackpink?” I read it out and the audience literally erupted. I let my head hang as I laughed. “Guys, I literally just met them. But wouldn’t that be cool? They are so nice,” I said with a smile. “Okay okay, one more then we’ll continue the singing,” I spoke into the microphone and searched for the last sign. When I found the one I went down to one of my knees to get a better look. “With this one, don’t be weird,” I looked at the whole crowd then back at the sign and its owner. “Hi, what’s your name?” I pointed at the girl. “Hannah,” she screamed and I was surprised how loud she was. “Hi Hannah, you have a very interesting sign there,” I said and she laughed. “But it’s true!” She said. “Well, can I read it?” I asked and she nodded enthusiastically. “So the sign has… a picture of me and an Englishman…” I said and the audience screamed. I chuckled, holding my head not knowing how crazy it would make the crowd. “Saying… I’m a child of divorce,” I said but the last word muffled into a laugh. “But we’re friends guys, there’s no trouble for you all,” I stood up and spread my arm, trying to make it into a joke. “Okay now, should we sing some more?” I asked and the crowd cheered. The music started in seconds and the show went on.

“Thanks, guys, great job,” I walked through backstage as I got rid of my mic and walked back to my dressing room to get changed. My phone rang as soon as I opened the door and saw the picture of my best friend on the screen. “Hey dude, what’s up?” I put the call on speaker. “I just wanted to tell you I just landed in the city, we can go out to dinner,” spoke Hailee from the other side of the call. “Sure thing, I’ll change and I’m ready. Where are you?” I picked some clothes and started to change while I waited for Hailee’s answer. “I’m on the way to the venue, I’ll be there in like 10 minutes,” she said. “Okay, tell the driver to come into the venue, I’ll let them know you’re coming.” “Cool, see you.”

Soon Hailee arrived and after I spoke to a couple of people, I made my way to the car. “What’s uuuup?” I opened the car door and Hailee looked up from her phone and smiled. “Hey, bro!” We hugged and I got in the car and we got on the road to the restaurant.

“How was the show?” Asked Haiz. “Really fun. It’s crazy that there’s 14 more here, I could basically move in,” I said then a text popped up on my phone.

Lisa💋

“What’s that?” Asked Hailee from across me and I just closed my phone shaking my head. “No one,” I shrugged and she raised her eyebrow. “Who are you texting with?” She asked, leaning a bit forward. “Just my sister,” I put my phone in my lap, trying to move it further from her. “I know you, who is it?” She asked more aggressively and she reached for my phone. “Nobody!” I took hold of my phone and held it far from Hailee so she couldn’t reach it. “Dude, just tell me!” She grabbed my arm and took my phone. “Okay! I’ll tell you if you give my phone back,” I said and she stopped for a second. “Tell me and I’ll give it back,” she said, holding the phone protectively. “You know Blackpink,” I started and Haiz nodded. “They came to the shows in LA since Lily is friends with Jennie and the girls came along and stuff-“ “Which one of them?” Hailee interrupted my speech and got to the main thing. “It’s Lisa. We kinda had a moment and we’ve been talking since,” I explained and she had a growing smile on her face. “Ooh, that’s juicy. Why didn’t you tell me?” She handed my phone back. “Well she kinda has a boyfriend but it’s also PR so it’s tricky but also not. But she’s so fun… and hot and sweet,” I leaned my head back to the seat. “And what kind of moment did you have?” She asked with a smirk. “We kissed. Then had a very short make-out sess. Dude, it was so good. It was hot and exciting and also sweet, I haven’t felt that in a long time. She gave me adrenaline and we met for two days,” I explained and Hailee smiled. “So what’s up with this boyfriend? Is he famous?” She asked and I searched him up on Google and gave her the phone. “Oh… yeah he is uhm… he has some money,” she cleared her throat and handed the phone back. “Is he competition though?” Hailee raised an eyebrow. “She said they tried dating but it didn’t work out but I’m not sure about that,” I said. “Well, what did she text?” Asked Hailee and I went to my messages and then read her text out loud. “‘I just got your gift! Thank you so much, I love it!’ With lots of heart emojis.” “Ooh, what did you send her?” “Yellow roses, those are her favorite.” “That’s cute.”

We soon arrived at the restaurant and we had a great dinner and caught up on recent events. The paparazzi were there once again even though we tried to keep it low-key.

***

As the shows passed by, I started to feel really comfortable on stage in New York and I had lots of fun. The fans didn’t lose their energy even at the fifth and sixth show which was so good to see. I was enjoying every minute and it felt so electric to be there that I never wanted to stop.

When the 10th show rolled around I started to feel a little tired so I was happy to have an off day tomorrow.

Lisa and the girls will have another show tomorrow in Tokyo before they have a two-week break and as I know she’s going to Paris for a little then they go to Vegas to prepare for Coachella. She said she would try to come but won’t promise anything. Not gonna lie I was hoping she would show up even just for a day.

I was back on stage in just a blink of an eye. My off day just flew away as I slept kind of the whole day.

“So we have 4 more shows left to go here in New York. How was it so far?” I walked along the stage, trying to see more of everyone. The crowd cheered loudly, and I just couldn’t contain my smile. “Aw, it’s so nice to hear this. You know when we started I was a little afraid of how my stamina would be but so far you guys give me so much energy and I am so thankful that you keep coming to the shows. I’m forever grateful for your love,” I spoke into the mic and I slightly bowed as the audience expressed their love. “This will be my longest-running tour and I honestly can’t wait to see more of you all around the world. I’m excited for what’s yet to come and I love how dedicated you guys are, coming to multiple shows and camping outside the arenas. I will thank you for this for the rest of my life and more!” I spoke so honestly because today I felt extra special because of the fans and the amazing things they do for me. “And now… for the next bit, we’re gonna slow things down…” I walked back to the mic stand at the main part of the stage. “This is Pretty Boy.”

***

“Hey pretty girl,” I picked up Lisa’s call. It was late at night by the time she called. I was just sitting on the balcony having some wine and writing a little.

Lisa chuckled over the phone and I instantly smiled as I heard. “Hey 아름다운(beautiful),” she said and I stopped for a second. “Ooh, what does that mean?” I asked, clearly still not picking up on Korean. “It means beautiful,” said Lisa, and I felt heat fill my cheeks and I just chuckled. “You really need to teach me some basic Korean, I need to know what you are all talking about when you put me on speaker. Every time you do that I just hear yelling,” I said and Lisa laughed. “I will teach you, but you’ll have to prepare yourself, it’s hard.” “You speak 6 languages and I speak two. If it’s hard for you I will pass out by just learning.” “Nooo, you’ll be great at it,” she encouraged. “Hopefully. How’s Paris by the way?” I asked, then sipped my wine. “I haven’t done anything yet. I’ve been in the hotel since yesterday.” “And any plans while you’re there? Or just relaxing?” “No plans just hanging around. How was your day off? Did you sleep enough?” Asked Lisa. “Yeah, basically slept all day. It was so nice, I barely got out of bed,” I said. “You need to have breaks more often or do something for your health, your schedule is terrible,” Lisa spoke and I smiled at how cute it was that she looked after me. “I know, but I’m doing great. I sleep, eat, and train so I can keep up with the shows, no need to worry.” “Yeah yeah. The girls have been missing you,” said Lisa, and I smiled. “Aw I miss them too, can’t wait to see all of you,” I said and there was silence for a couple of seconds. “I miss you, it’s been boring here,” Lisa’s now softer tone reached my ear. “I miss you too… Can’t wait to kiss you,” I said a little shy and nervous about her reaction. “Ugh don’t tempt me to just get on a plane and fly there,” Lisa groaned and I chuckled. “Would it be so bad?” I smirked as I moved my things inside. “No, but at least we will be in the same country in a couple of days,” she said. “Yeah, just a couple hours away then, that's an improvement. How’s Coachella coming together?” I asked while I got under the cover of my bed. Only left one light on by the bed and just laid there, listening to Lisa talk. She was telling me all about their prep for Coachella and how exciting it was for them but the only thing I could focus on was how husky her voice sounded and how I wish we were in the same place. “Did you fall asleep?” The question brought me back to focus. “No, I’m here. I just… nothing. I hope I’ll make it in time for the show, I’m just way too excited to see you perform. Although I will probably blend in with the fans because I’ll be screaming every song and jumping around,” I smiled knowing that something like that would happen but maybe I exaggerated a little. “I will notice you, I’m sure.” My smile grew even more and I think I blushed even. This back-and-forth flirting was fun not gonna lie.

#gxg #lalisa manoban #lalisa manobal #lalisa #lisa x female reader #lisa manobal #lisa x reader #blackpink lisa #lisa manoban #blackpink #blackpink x reader #blackpink x you #wlw

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alarrytale · 4 months ago

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I don't agree with your theory that Harry's PR relationships will stop people from joining his fandom and alienate existing fans. The majority of Harries and casual fans/GP don't think his relationships are PR.

I think Sony expects him to be a stadium act until he's in his early 40s and then a legacy act who still tours arenas but doesn't release music as often. He really can't be classified as 'a star that burns brightly and then burns out' after 14 years at the top of the industry, with no sign of anything slowing down.

Hi, anon!

I don't think H's PR relationships will stop people from joining the fandom, but i think he'll lose fans over it, because his fans grow up. Also the older he gets the less attractive he will become to younger people, and his whole selling point is his looks and sex appeal. He needs to find a way to market himself that's more about the music and artistry than his looks and private life. If you're only a fan of H because you want to marry him (which is half of harries), that's not a good foundation to build on if you want a long career. How long has Justin Timberlake been in the business? He's still making music, but no one's listening. Because his marketing was all about his relationship and back and forth with Britney. I'm also pretty sure people won't care about 45 year old TS's boy troubles, so she'll need to find other ways to sell and promote her music. If we take away the relationship drama and the looks, what are we left with that will appeal to fans? Good music, artistry and entertainment is what makes you an icon and legend.

H's thing is doing a PR relationship, making them a muse for his next album, write that album, do another PR relationship etc. I don't know if the general public will care who 45 year old Harry Styles is currently dating and want to hear the songs about his current squeeze. Neither Bowie, Elton, Whitney or Beyoncé have been promoting their music with relationship drama, scandals or cheap attention grabs. Their music and talent speaks for itself. People want to be a fan because they're talented and creative people who make good music.

I agree that i think Sony and Full Stop wants him to be an icon and legend, but they don't have the right strategy and marketing in place to make it so. At some point people won't care who H dates, because they aren’t projecting their own fantasies anymore. The fans are married with kids. Younger people flock to other artists their own age. Older fans doesn’t see the appeal or else they'd be a fan already.

So his image and marketing strategy isn't built for longevity. That doesn’t mean they can't change strategy and rebrand him. But currently they aren’t. At which point will H not appeal to teens anymore and when will his contemporaries not need him as an object for their sexual awakening anymore? I think we're there soon. How will all this impact fandom and his charting? How are they going to assure that H will be able to tour stadiums and arenas at 47 years of age or 60?

#harry image #hshq #shelf life

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icarusignite · 2 years ago

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An Eye for an Eye (part 32)

A/N: dedicated to the lovely @carryonmywaywardho for all the wonderful thoughts you share, i swear they make my day and motivate me so much <3

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"Daenys-"

"You know what, just go!"

"Please..."

"I said leave Aemond!"

Aemond's shoulders slumped as her words hit him like a physical blow. He felt the disappointment and sadness welling up inside of him, threatening to spill out. For a moment, he just stood there, helplessly staring at her, unsure of what to say or do. Slowly, he turned away from her, his steps heavy and slow as he made his way to the door. He paused for a moment, his hand on the door handle, and looked back at her. She had turned her face away from him, her shoulders stiff. When stepped out into the corridor, closing the door softly behind him, he caught sight of the two Dornish princesses and Lady Baratheon standing a few paces away. Aemond avoided their probing eyes and made his way back to his own chambers with a heavy heart.

So engrossed in his thoughts, Aemond did not notice Lord Edgar's presence until he spoke up from beside him.

"Ah, Prince Aemond, just the man I wanted to see," Lord Edgar raised his eyebrows in curiosity. "Something troubling you?"

"No, all is well."

"You know, I have to hand it to you. That was an impressive performance in the arena just now. Unseating me in a move so clean was no small feat."

Aemond offered a small smile, "Thank you, Lord Edgar. I applaud you for your good sportsmanship."

"Of course, of course. I am always happy to see skilled knights prove their abilities. You should participate in more tournaments. There is to be another one in a few days time, will you be attending?"

"I shall take my leave by tomorrow I'm afraid. I think I have enjoyed Prince Qoren's hospitality long enough, and now it is time for me to return to my family's side."

Lord Edgar noticed Aemond's sour mood and grinned at him, "Well, if you must go so soon, you must let yourself enjoy today at least. First, you must rid yourself of your armour, you cannot visit the library in that."

Aemond looked down at his chest plate in confusion. He had forgotten it was even there if he was being honest, but now that Lord Edgar had pointed it out, he felt the oppressive heat stifling him.

"And then after we tour the library, I shall show you to the gardens. A walk in the fresh air might help clear your head and lift your spirits."

___________

Back in Daenys's chambers, her friends surrounded her in silence, not quite knowing what to say after the conversation they had listened in on.

"Are you alright?" Aliandra tentatively asked, her voice filled with concern.

"I do not wish to speak of it."

"Right yes of course," Coryanne nodded. "And I apologize for leaving you alone with him. We didn't know that he would come in here and upset you like this."

"It's alright," Daenys replied, trying to force a smile on her face and failing. "I just don't want to speak to him again."

"We were concerned about you though you know."

"I know. I'm sorry. I just... these days are about you, for you to celebrate your wedding Aliandra. You shouldn't have to spend them worrying about me."

Cassandra watched the exchange silently, a knot in her throat. She wondered if that half-kiss at the banquet had also been just another drunken mistake. Perhaps it wasn't even her that Daenys thought she was with. Or worse, maybe she only kissed her because she was feeling lonely or frustrated and Cassandra just happened to be the one around. She hadn't mentioned it all morning, except they hadn't really had a moment alone but Cassandra didn't want to be the one to bring it up. Because what if she was the one who had made a mistake? What if it had just been a friendly show of affection, a mere brush of Daenys's lips against her cheek if she forced herself to remember clearly?

No, she decided, she would not bring it up. She would not speak of it or think of it. Doing so would mean facing the strange feelings that rose within her afterwards. She had a responsibility to her house, to her sisters, and to her Queen. She didn't have time to unpack the feelings she may or may not have for the unavailable princess.

"Lady Casandra."

"Huh?"

"Lady Cassandraaaah," Coryanne stretched out the end of her name in a sing-song voice. "Where did you go off to?"

"I'm right here?"

"Your mind is definitely not here dear lady. We must do something that will improve all of our moods. A change of scenery might do us all some good and help take our minds off things. What do you say Daenys?" Alaindra nudged the Velaryon princess, her eyes still on Cassandra.

Daenys hesitated, "I have to speak with Prince Qoren regarding an important matter. I shall join you afterward perhaps."

Aliandra's cheerful grin dropped, "I know what you're going to ask him."

"Do you perhaps also know what his answer will be then."

"He will not drag us into a war he believes will be a repeat of the First Dornish War."

Daenys sighed, "I know."

"And I know you will not be satisfied until you've spoken to him yourself, so go. We shall be waiting for you outside when you are done."

___________

Daenys took a deep breath before entering the throne room. She had been dreading this moment, dreading Prince Qoren's answer, ever since she had arrived, but she knew that it was necessary. Dorne's support would be tremendous to her mother's cause. She would be known as the Targaryen Queen who made peace with Dorne and allied them to the Seven Kingdoms, a feat not even Aegon the Conqueror was able to achieve.

Once inside, she curtsied deeply, taking a deep breath to keep her nerves in check.

"Princess Daenys Velaryon," Qoren Martell greeted her in a formal tone, his eyes appraising her carefully. "I have been waiting for you."

"Oh..."

"You are here to ask me the same question your husband did. All of you Targaryens are the same, so go ahead, ask me."

"Your Grace, I come on behalf of my mother, Queen Rhaenyra," Daenys said, trying to keep her voice steady. "We seek your support in her claim to the Iron Throne against the pretender."

Prince Qoren looked down at her, his expression unreadable and Daenys continued, her voice gaining strength.

"My mother is the rightful heir to the Iron Throne, as decreed by King Viserys, the first of his name. All the lords of the Seven Kingdoms swore fealty to her when he named her his heir. They promised to honour and defend her rights of succession but now they are turning their backs on her. Having you as her ally would be instrumental to her success."

Qoren Martell's face remained impassive, "And why should I support your mother's claim? Targaryens have a history of invasion and destruction. Dorne does not wish to become your next conquest."

"I understand your concern, Your Grace. But my mother is not like her predecessors. She seeks only to claim what is rightfully hers, not to conquer and subjugate Dorne."

"You say that now, but how am I to be sure that she will not set her sights on my lands once we have helped defeat her half-brother?"

"Queen Rhaenyra is a wise and just ruler who will respect the sovereignty of your kingdom. In fact, Dorne may remain an independent nation if it chooses to. She does not wish to cause any harm or disruption to your people."

Prince Qoren laughed mirthlessly, "You are asking me to send my people to war, Princess. That brings both harm and disruption."

"Forgive my choice of words then my prince," Daenys hurried on desperately. "I only meant that the Queen has no quarrel with Dorne or its people and that she will work tirelessly to ensure our shared prosperity. She is much more qualified to do so than the usurper."

"Oh, you are skilled with your tongue Princess. Tell me, what are you willing to offer in return for my alliance?"

Daenys gulped. She knew that he was going to refuse her. The cold calculating look in his eyes told her all she needed to know. He was only toying with her now, dragging it out and giving her hope, as if there was something in the world that if offered, would persuade him.

"Is there anything in particular that you desire Your Grace? If it is in her power, I am certain that my mother would not hesitate to offer it to you."

"My son is unmarried," Prince Qoren mused. "The eldest daughter of a queen might make a suitable companion for him."

"I-"

"Oh but you are already wed. What a shame."

"Would an allegiance of marriage ensure your support, Your Grace?"

"Would you be willing to enter such a union?"

"I would do anything for my mother," Daenys lifted her chin resolutely. "Anything at all."

"And what of your previous marriage?"

"My marriage to Prince Aemond is nothing but a farce. It can easily be annulled, for a more favourable match...if that is your wish."

"You really are something, Princess," Prince Qoren chuckled. "You did not even hesitate."

"What use is hesitation when there are allies to be won, Your Grace."

"You know I asked your husband the same thing. He did not hesitate either."

Daenys suppressed a scoff, "Why would he hesitate, I told you that our marriage was a farce."

"He did not hesitate to refuse me."

Oh.

"He said that he'd be willing to fulfill any other request but he would not marry. I should have been offended, he refused my daughter's hand, but I admit I can understand his feelings. I held similar affections for my late wife, and despite my council's best efforts, I did not remarry. How could I, when no one else would have been able to compare to her," there was a fond look on his face.

His tale reminded Daenys of another familiar one.

"Forgive my curiosity my prince, but your council... they allowed you to remain unwed?"

"I am the Prince of Dorne, child. Who are they to allow me anything? My beloved had already blessed me with an heir. What use would I have for any more of them? And more heirs would only jeopardize Princess Aliandra's claim. I would not want that for her," he eyed Daenys knowingly.

Daenys nodded, "I see."

"I admire your dedication to your mother Princess, just as I admired your husband's fondness for you, but I shall give you the same response that I gave to him. I cannot, for the sake of my people and their freedom, support your cause. Choosing one side will undoubtedly make an enemy of the other and this is not our war."

Daenys's heart sank as she heard the prince's refusal. She had hoped that she could convince him to support her mother's claim, but it seemed that he was not willing to take the risk.

"I understand your hesitation, Your Grace," she tried again, doing her best to keep the disappointment out of her voice. "But please, consider the benefits that an alliance with us could bring to Dorne. Our armies are strong, we have the support of the North and the Vale. With your support, we could easily defeat our enemies and bring peace to the Seven Kingdoms."

Prince Qoren shook his head. "I appreciate your offer, Princess Daenys, but I have peace in Dorne right now, and that is all that is of concern to me."

"I understand, Your Grace. I appreciate the time you took to hear my plea."

"Of course Princess. I do hope that you will stay and enjoy the festivities, my daughter has been very happy to have you here for an event that is so meaningful to her."

"Yes, Your Grace."

Daenys felt a wave of disappointment wash over her as she bowed and exited the throne room. She felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them away angrily feeling foolish. She was useless. Even her younger brother Jace was able to win over Winterfell, the Vale, and countless others. She was just a pathetic little girl who had done nothing to aid her mother's cause. She wandered the halls of Old Palace before stumbling into the gardens where she recalled her friends would be. She would like to see them, perhaps they would be able to ease the tumultuous feeling in her stomach. Particularly Cassandra, she always managed to put Daenys at ease. And then Daenys could not pull her thoughts away from her friend. Her dearest friend with hair of the darkest midnight and eyes like the clear summer sky. Most of all, she thought of her shy curious smile and it felt like a reward every time she flashed it in her direction. A reward Daenys thought she might have to die to ever deserve. Cassandra was the calm to her endless storms and by the gods, she had ever so many of them that she would like to keep her by her side forever.

Suddenly, a searing pain tore through Daenys's head, leaving her gasping for air. She scrambled at her waist for the familiar flask and uncorked it with trembling hands to down the thick white liquid inside. The sting in her eye reduced but her gut gave a lurch and she groaned.

Not again.

She clutched her stomach as a wave of nausea hit her and she staggered her way over to a nearby bush, barely making it in time before she violently threw up, body convulsing with each retch. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and took several deep breaths feeling weak. She steadied herself against a nearby tree, before sinking to the ground, her head spinning with confusion and fear. She didn't know what was wrong with her and she refused to entertain the gnawing feeling of unease that whispered of her worst fears. This had been going on for quite a few days now, the nausea, the aches and pains, and the dizziness. She was so tired all the time too and everything hurt even more than usual. She took another drink from her flask and smoothed her hair back. Several moments passed like that until she felt well enough to stand up again.

Daenys heard snatches of laughter coming from up ahead and when she emerged from the clearing, she was met with a cheerful sight. The sun shone down on the nobles who sat around on the lush green grass, chatting and laughing as they enjoyed each other's company. Some of them were strumming idyllically at their instruments as their melodic voices drifted through the air. The children were also present, running around chasing each other, their joyful shrieks echoing.

"Daenys!" came a shout.

The second princess of Dorne had set up an easel in a corner by the fountain and was waiving at Daenys merrily. Aliandra was sprawled on the grass next to her, surrounded by a group of her friends as they enjoyed drinks and snacks, enjoying the warmth of the sun and sharing stories of their latest adventures. When Daenys approached them, Aliandra rolled over and grinned at her.

"How did it go, it took you so long."

Aliandra's grin dropped when she saw Daenys's pale complexion and furrowed brows.

"He refused didn't he?"

Daenys nodded.

"I'm sorry, truly I am."

Daenys smiled tightly, "You have nothing to apologize for, it is not your fault. Your father... he had a valid point. It is his duty to protect the people of Dorne first."

"Oh, Daenys."

"Where is Cassandra? I do not see her with you?"

"Our fair Lady Cassandra is currently my muse so I'm afraid you cannot disturb her right now," Coryanne interjected and Daenys turned around.

Cassandra sat at the edge of the fountain, Daenys's crown of orange flowers contrasting brilliantly against her dark hair. For a moment, Daenys was stunned. The way the slanting sunlight danced across her face and highlighted her strong features made her appear ethereal. Coryanne worked with focused intensity, lost in her own world as she worked to capture Cassandra's serene expression with delicate brushstrokes.

"I hope you don't mind," Coryanne nodded her head toward the crown on Cassandra's head. "I thought it fit the aesthetic of the painting."

Daenys's strained smile relaxed into a genuine one, "No, not at all. It looks much better on her anyways."

Cassandra's eyes lit up at her compliment and the edges of her lips pulled up in response.

"Yes! That's it! Keep smiling like that!" Coryanne declared.

"My goodness, you are quite the enthusiastic artist today aren't you dear sister."

Coryanne winked at Cassandra, "That's only because my subject is so divine."

Cassandra's neck flushed a pretty red and Daenys couldn't tear her gaze away from her, eye alternating between the real girl and her impeccable likeness on the canvas.

"Do you paint Princess Daenys?" one of the nobles, Lady Ursula Dayne, sitting beside Aliandra asked.

"Oh no, not at all. I am not very skilled in the arts, I'm afraid."

Aliandra stretched out her hand to snag Daenys's and pulled her down to sit next to her. She handed her friend a pastry and wrapped her arm around her shoulder, leaning her head against her.

"Oh yes, it is one of the things we bonded over, back when I visited the Red Keep. Our shared inability to master the finer arts. You should see my needlework, it is positively horrendous."

"It cannot be as bad as mine," Daenys laughed, feeling her spirits rise just a little until they plummeted again at the thought of the little leather scabbard with badly stitched initials and the Velaryon crest, tucked away in her drawer back home.

Lady Ursula wiggled her eyebrows and Daenys swivelled her head to see what had captured her attention. It was Ser Benedict, walking toward them with a handful of wildflowers in his hand. Lady Ursula gave him a knowing look.

"It seems like my brother has taken a liking to you Princess. He spoke highly of you last night."

Aliandra snorted, "Did he now?"

Lady Ursula elbowed her friend to silence her. Ser Benedict had arrived and was standing above them, twisting his fingers nervously as he waited for Daenys to turn her attention toward him. When she finally did, he leaned down to present her with the bouquet.

"My lady, these are for you."

"Thank you, Ser Benedict."

"I see you've met my sister then?" he suspiciously eyed Lady Ursula who stuck out her tongue at him as she reached out to pinch his leg.

"Yes she has met me, and I was just about to tell her all about your first time riding a horse.'

Daenys raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her voice, "Oh I would love to hear such a fascinating story."

"Well, when we were children, Father took us to the stables to learn how to ride. Benedict was so excited, but he didn't quite understand how to get on the horse properly," Lady Ursula giggled, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

Daenys leaned in, eager to hear the rest of the story.

"So, he grabbed onto the horse's tail and tried to pull himself up, but the horse took off running before he could get on properly! Poor Benedict was left hanging onto the tail for dear life, screaming for help."

"I did not scream," Ser Benedict grumbled sullenly.

"Oh yes, you did. I can still hear it," Lady Ursula lifted her hand to her head in a dramatic imitation of Benedict's voice. "Oh, Ursula help me, this blasted horse has made me his personal enemy."

Daenys smiled at the mental image of a young Ser Benedict hanging onto a horse's tail as it galloped. It reminded her of another brown-haired young boy, one she tried to push out of her memory now. Ser Benedict turned bright red with embarrassment at his sister's teasing.

"Ursula, I can't believe you would share such a humiliating story," he muttered, trying to hide his face. "I was only seven."

The ladies continued to tease and poke fun at the knight in light-hearted banter. Every now and then, Daenys couldn't help but steal glances at Cassandra, whose eyes were twinkling with amusement even as she stayed perfectly still for her portrait, her hands folded demurely in her lap.

"Oh let me tell you one Daenys," Aliandra interrupted.

Ser Benedict rolled his eyes, "By the gods, it's like some days I have two older sisters."

"This one is much funnier. It happened during a banquet. Benedict was wearing his new boots and he was so proud of them that he insisted on showing them off to everyone. But, as he was walking towards his father, he tripped over his own feet and went tumbling forward, right into my father's lap!"

Lady Ursula cackled, "Oh I forgot about that one. Benedict was so embarrassed that he ran off and didn't come out of his chambers for the rest of the day."

"Ser Benedict, clumsy?" Daenys feigned surprise. "Why I cannot imagine being anything other than the poised and graceful dance partner that he was last night."

"Alright, that is enough sharing for one day," Ser Benedict pleaded. "Princess Daenys, would you accompany me on a stroll about the gardens?"

"Go on, Daenys," Coryanne said with a sly smile. "You're distracting Lady Cassandra here anyways. If she keeps looking your way, I shall never finish this portrait in time."

Daenys glanced back at Cassandra, who watched them with a strange expression on her face. Daenys wonders what could be bothering her friend, but she could not figure it out. Eventually, she nodded and took Ser Benedict's outstretched hand, allowing him to pull her up and guide her away. As they walked, he took flowers from the bouquet in her hand and tucked them into the braided coil of hair that encircled her head. She had put it up for the tourney and hadn't been able to let it down after. He eased each flower between her strands until there was a whole crown of them adorning her head.

"You know I looked for you...during the tourney. I wanted to win and be the one to crown you Queen of Love and Beauty."

Daenys raised an eyebrow, "Oh did you now?"

Ser Benedict smiled, "Yes, yes, I know. I should have known that I was no match for Prince Aemond Targaryen. But you proved to be more daring than I imagined. You challenged him to a battle of arms."

"Ha, it doesn't really matter, I didn't win."

"Oh, what is victory in the face of courage, my lady?"

"I suppose you're right Ser."

"Yes, well since I was not able to crown you as the winner of the tourney, I do hope you will accept this offering," Ser Benedict brushed his fingers across the assortment of flowers in her hair.

Daenys smiled at him warmly and nodded. He was a kind and gentle person, someone who wore his heart on his sleeve. She felt comfortable with him, as one would with a friend or a younger brother. In fact, that feeling had only solidified when she had heard the stories from his childhood and watched him blush like a schoolboy.

Back in the circle of ladies, Coryanne scanned the garden as she worked and then laughed out loud.

"Aliandra, how on earth has your husband managed to charm the Targaryen prince into joining his circle," she gestured to the ring of noble lords at the far end of the garden.

"By the gods, has he really?" Aliandra sat up to see better, and sure enough, a serious-faced Aemond Targaryen sat amongst her loquacious husband and his friends.

Lady Ursula followed her gaze, "Oh but look who has his attention. It is just like last night. He can't take his eyes off her."

Aliandra frowned, her voice taking on a protective note, "He has no right. He needs to leave her alone."

"I hope your brother knows how to fight Lady Ursula, the prince looks positively murderous," Coryanne piped up.

Lady Ursula scoffed, "Benedict fight? Against Prince Aemond? Did you see the way he unseated him during the joust this morning? Benedict better hope he never has to fight him."

"Ah yes, he is not one to be trifled with," Aliandra sighed.

"What is their problem anyways? Aren't they married?" another lady chimed in. "Why does he watch her like a man starved then, as if he cannot just have her?"

"Well Lady Lizbeth, if you bothered to pull your nose out of your books for more than a few seconds, you'd know."

Lady Ursula's eyes dimmed, "Oh yes, the rumours are true then are they not? He killed her brother?"

"And he supports his brother who usurped her mother's throne," Coryanne added.

"Oh, the poor princess. Of course, she hates him. She should hate him. She deserves so much better than to be trapped in a marriage to such an awful husband," Lady Ursula sympathized.

Lady Lizbeth whispered conspiratorially, "There are obviously some unresolved feelings that amount to more than just hatred. Did you see them dance yesterday? Even I could feel the tension and I was across the room."

"I do not think that the princess would appreciate being discussed like this," Aliandra stated firmly, effectively ending the conversation. "Let us speak of other things, Ursula, tell me about your latest invention."

Lady Ursula brightened instantly, "Yes, I have been working on a new kind of loom. It allows me to weave intricate patterns and designs much faster than with traditional methods."

Aliandra raised an eyebrow in interest, "Faster, you say? How does it work?"

Lady Ursula explained the intricacies of her invention, speaking of gears and pulleys and complex machinery. The other ladies listened intently, fascinated by the ingenuity of her ideas.

Lady Lizbeth clapped her hands in delight, "Oh, I simply must see this loom in action. Did you bring it here to the palace by any chance?"

Lady Ursula shook her head. "Unfortunately, it is still in the testing phase and it is much too large to be mobile. But I hope to have it ready for production soon and perhaps future prototypes shall be more portable."

The group continued to talk, discussing the potential benefits of Lady Ursula's invention. They spoke of the ways it could revolutionize the textile industry and how her other creations might benefit the labouring working class.

"Would you like to see the painting Lady Cassandra?" Coryanne mumbled, only quiet enough for her to hear.

Cassandra shook her head, "No, I think I shall see it when you're done."

"I certainly hope that you are pleased with it then. Wouldn't want to disappoint my muse, now would I."

"Oh, I do not think you could ever disappoint me."

"Careful my lady. You cannot go around saying things like that and then expect people not to fall for your charms."

"I do not have the charms you speak of Princess Coryanne, but I am flattered."

Coryanne looked up at the darkening sky and swore, "It looks like it is going to rain soon. Perhaps we should head inside."

"Oh being outside in the rain is so much fun!" Aliandra exclaimed.

"You may stay outside if you wish but Lady Cassandra and I are going inside. I've spent too long on this painting to let it get washed away. I will put on the finishing touches inside."

Aliandra waved her sister and her companion away and sure enough, just as they had gone inside, the sky darkened further, turning the clouds an ominous shade of gray, and the leaves on the trees rustled in anticipation. The first few drops of rain were light and scattered, tapping gently on the ground like tiny drumbeats. But soon, they grew larger and more frequent, pattering on the ground with a steady rhythm as the rain intensified, coming down in a heavy, unrelenting downpour. The air was filled with the scent of wet earth and rain, a fresh and invigorating fragrance. The world around grew muted and hushed. The sound of raindrops drowned out all other noises, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere as everyone in the garden either hurried inside or took refuge beneath the trees and watched the soothing scenery in silence.

Ser Benedict and Daenys were still engrossed in conversation when it had started to rain and soon they were drenched completely. They had discussed everything from literature and the arts to geography and politics, and had found that they shared many common interests. Daenys looked up at the pouring sky, and she smiled, holding out her hand to catch the raindrops.

"Come on, Princess," he took her arm. "We need to find some shelter."

Daenys pulled away, laughing and then spinning as the sheets of rain came down on her. Something about it made her feel alive and free, as it washed away the layers of guilt and self-loathing, granting her a moment's reprieve.

"You'll catch your death of cold if we stay out here any longer," Ser Benedict insisted, trying to guide her towards a nearby pavilion but Daenys resisted again.

Neither of them noticed their audience as they talked. The nobles who had remained outside watched them with keen interest, especially intrigued by Daenys's antics. One of her spectators was Aemond himself, his eye fixed on her carefree form. He watched her twirl with her arms spread out wide and he couldn't help but smile at her spirit, at the kind of joy he had not seen in her for the longest time. Tendrils of her hair were plastered to her face and neck and the flowers in her hair dripped rain into her eyes, making her look like a nymph from one of the tales Helaena's septa used to tell. His throat burned with disappointment that the flower crown was not the one he had presented her with earlier that day.

Aemond felt a twinge of jealousy, at the sight of Ser Benedict trailing behind Daenys as he implored her to take shelter, only making her skip away from him, her face tilted up to let the raindrops brush her face. He watched with a clenched jaw as her clothes clung to her skin heavy with water, and when her white tunic turned translucent, she wrapped her arms around herself and allowed Ser Benedict to drape his equally wet but darker-coloured cloak over her. His heart sank as he saw the way his wife looked at another man, with a twinkle in her eye and a smile on her lips, a smile he hadn't seen directed toward him in more than two months.

"Perhaps we should head inside?" Lord Edgar asked, being the only one in their group who had remained outdoors with Aemond.

Unable to tear his eyes away from his wife, he shook his head, "You may go ahead if you wish. I think I shall stay out here and enjoy the view a little more."

"Nonsense, I cannot leave my new friend all by himself. I shall stay here with you, and if we both catch a cold, then we shall know who to blame won't we?" Lord Edgar winked.

Daenys and Ser Benedict had taken shelter in one of the gazebos and as they sat on its steps, shoulder to shoulder, still laughing about something, the yearning in Aemond's heart grew. He wished to go back to simpler times when it was he who danced with Daenys in the rain on the grounds of the Red Keep. She liked to catch raindrops on her tongue and feel the cool grass between her toes when she was little, a habit she had not grown out of he noticed, as she toed off her shoes. He stayed watching her until finally, Ser Benedict coaxed her into going back inside along with her other friends. Aemond couldn't help but feel grateful toward him for that, because as lovely as it was to watch her, he worried that she had already exerted herself enough these past two days.

Lord Edgar gave Aemond a knowing look, "Now I am sure that we are free to leave Prince Aemond. Let us go and I shall call for something warm to drink, after which I would love to hear your thoughts on my collection of maps."

Aemond hummed his approval and followed Lord Edgar inside, heart softening slightly for this friendly stranger who had become something of a friend to him, even in the short time that he had known him.

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wistfulweaverwoman · 2 years ago

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WIP File Game - Tell me about Midnight! Or the Historical AU

either way!

@mollywog Okay, so Midnight. It's a D13 Cannon Divergence that I started in 2015 and then promptly forgot about. It's different than the one I wrote recently, but it's hilarious to me that I honed in on this same point for where I thought things could go differently. This is completely raw and unedited:

It's just after midnight when Haymitch leads Katniss to the small observation area, just outside Peeta's room. She looks at the doctors all sitting in a row, their fingers itching in anticipation of the notes they'd soon be taking. Eyeing them, dread seeps through Katniss, and the hair at the nape of her neck starts to stand on end.

"I'm not going in there while they're here," says Katniss, almost whispering. "They're not going to record this. Whatever happens, it's private, it's not... We're not entertainment, Haymitch."

"They won't let you go in unmonitored, Sweetheart," says Haymitch, under his breath. "They won't risk it again."

"You stay then," says Katniss. "But no sound. Just watch."

Gripping her arms, Katniss leans against the wall out in the hallway. She hears voices, protests, and then surly insistent tones grow louder. A series shuffling noises grows and then the door swings open and out pour several men, some looking indignant, others looking weary. The door opens again and Haymitch pokes his head out.

"You comin'?" he says.

Katniss pushes off the wall and follows.

“We made a deal. He may not be kind, he’s been through a lot. Remember Katniss, we promised to save him.”

Katniss passes him. They did. But the old Peeta was irretrievable, wasn’t he?

Peeta is sitting cross legged on the bed, bent over a sketchbook. He snaps his head up and eyes her warily when she enters.

"Haymitch said you wanted to see me," she says.

"I wanted to get a look at you, for starters. You're not very big. Or particularly pretty."

She’s surprised at how much those words hurt, having never cared much about looks. She hugs herself tighter, her ribs aching. Heat spreads up the back of her neck.

"I've been in the hospital," she says, swaying. "I haven't been feeling well."

The dress she wears had been taken in by Cinna during the Victory Tour, but having lost the curves she had before the arena it now hung loosely on her.

Peeta's eyes sweep over her, eyebrows drawn together slightly.

"Why?" he says, tone suspicious.

"I was shot. Surgery."

A momentary ripple of concern passes over his face.

"How? They said you're not on active duty."

"I was supposed to make a speech, and things didn't go according to the plan," she says, looking at the folded creases of the sheets.

"But you're okay?" Peeta says.

"Yeah, the bullet didn't pierce the armor," Katniss says. "But the impact caused my spleen to rupture, and they had to remove it. But I'm okay. Mostly it's just my ribs that hurt."

She glances at Peeta. He's clutching the sheet on either side of his legs, twisting it in his white knuckled grip. After taking several deep breaths the rage fades from his face, melting into confusion.

"Nobody told me," he says, frowning.

Katniss nods, not sure what to say, alarmed by his reaction, inching backward.

“Look, I don’t feel so well," she says. "Maybe I’ll drop by tomorrow.”

She's just reached the door when his voice stops her.

“Katniss. I remember about the bread.”

“They showed you the tape of me talking about it,” she says.

“No. Is there a tape of you talking about it? Why didn’t the Capitol use it against me?” he asks.

“I made it the day you were rescued,” she says, the pain in her ribs spreading to her chest, making it difficult to breathe. "So what do you remember?”

“You. In the rain,” he says, softly. “Digging in our trash bins. Burning the bread. My mother hitting me. Taking the bread out for the pig but then giving it to you instead.”

“That’s it. That’s what happened,” she says. “The next day, after school, I wanted to thank you. But I didn’t know how.”

“We were outside at the end of the day. I tried to catch your eye. You looked away. And then . . . for some reason, I think you picked a dandelion.”

He does remember. She's never spoken about that moment aloud.

“I must have loved you a lot.”

“You did.” Her voice catches and she pretends to cough.

“And did you love me?” he asks.

"Peeta..."

She approaches Peeta, glancing at the camera up in the corner of the room near the ceiling, and angles her body so that only her back could be recorded. The word stuck in her throat. How could she explain it to him when she’s not sure she understands herself? When she’s worked so hard to let him go and focus on killing Snow.

She slides her fingers to the back of her neck, brushing them against the fine chain that lay there. Hooking one under, lifts the long chain over her head, and drops it in Peeta's lap. She hadn’t actually looked at the pictures inside the locket since Prim had put them there, and usually only takes it out at night, when she’s alone.

He looks at it like a snake that’s taken him by surprise. Slowly he retrieves it, allowing it to dangle over one finger.

“I don’t understand,” says Peeta, annoyed.

“Look inside,” she says, staring at the floor tiles.

Peeta slides the two sides apart, and stares, startled.

“This isn’t…” says Peeta.

“You gave that to me, do you remember?”

“I remember it from one of the videos, but the pictures were different.”

“Prim did that. She said it was so that you could be near even if you were far away.” Prim had swapped the pictures Peeta had put in the locket to try to convince Katniss to live with two other photos, one of Mr. Everdeen, and one of Peeta. Katniss doesn’t really look at it often, it made her feel like Peeta was already dead, and then after he was rescued it only served to remind her of what she’d lost. Still, she could never bring herself to remove him.

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mnstcrbnll · 1 year ago

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"GALS, PALS, NONBINARY PALS: WELCOME TO ANOTHER EPISODE OF: SECRETS FROM THE STARS!"

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"I'm your host Sirio Galassia, live from Meraviglia's Arena! Our WONDERFUL contestants sent their secrets, and soon they will recieve a message! Their goal is simple: find out to who that secret belongs to and send their answer to us within THREE DAYS! Anything is allowed to find out who their target could be… as long as we can show it on live TV without getting cancelled!”

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"Or first round will last for three days, and will give you maximum four points: one for guessing your secret correctly, the second one for guessing in your first try, and yet another if you guess someone else's... and yet another for guessing a cool, secret one that will be shared during our second second day, when we'll start to give out some help to our contestant in need. Of course, as always, you can feel free to ask around for helps... as long as you don't ask, exactly, to who your secret belongs to! Not only you will spoil the fun to everyone, but you will also bring your point count to ZERO if you're caught doing it! Quite the bummer, isn’t it?

NOW, let's meet the STARLIGHTS of the night!"

"He's big, mean and... red? A round of applause for Alistair! // @orreasshole

"Eccentric Gym Leader and a fellow artist, here comes Colza! // @grassius

"We met them when they finished their Island Tour, now with us once more Ree, stronger than ever! // @skullkxd

"The brand new Kahuna of Mele Mele Island wants to share some secrets! Everyone, let's say hello to Hau! // @tapuhauko

"Back again for a second round, here come Rika! // @monterraverde

"Motorcycle enthusiast and voted for heartthrob of the season, Wes rushes in! // @snagorre

"Who could've guessed? We have ghosts too! Bring out the ouija boards for Gold! // @gildead

"The one and only, a true battle Legend! A round of applause for Red // @redlegend

"Did the Rocket overlord turn a new page? Time to find out! Say hello to Giovanni! // @earth-master

"She tried her best to hide from the camera, but we got her! Everyone, welcome Shay! // @murmursdraconic

"By far the one with the most vicious secret of all... everyone, an applause for Kane! // @haerith

"We've got two Champions this year! Can you believe it? Thank you, May, for joining us today! // @badbirchenergy

"Will we melt his frozen heart? Just one way to find out! Give Grusha a warm welcome! // @beiowzero

"Who will ever guess her secret? I sure wouldn't! Everyone, welcome our dear Viola! // @variiavi

"Straight from the Johto Dragon Den, today we welcome here Clair! // @draconscious

"Well, this one left us all surprised! I can't wait to see Akira in action! // @timeless-timepieces

"He's been going back and forth in front of our stage for so long, we're glad that he decided to partecipate! A round of applause for John! // @soultoken

"And last, but certainly not least, let us all give a warm welcome to Yellow! //@yellowsforest

"We'll start sending your secrets in no time! If by the end of the day you didn't recieve it, please let us know... you know how it is, with this site!"

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"Thank you, Stardusts! Now, go on! It's time to shine!"

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dollarbin · 11 months ago

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Shakey Sundays Lucky #13:

Peace Trail

We've been honoring the passing of Karl Wallinger, the guy behind the one man band World Party, all week in the Dollar Bin. On first blush Wallinger and Neil Young have little in common: Wallinger made white man pop music in the spirit of Prince and Lennon/McCartney; Neil Young has always made pop music in the spirit of Neil Young, and no one else.

And so the oddest and most bizare footnote I read about Wallinger this past week was that he was all set to open for Neil and Crazy Horse during the Weld tour in 1991 before World Party's record label cancelled the tour and ordered Karl back into the studio.

Wallinger was forever grumpy about it all; he never got such a chance again and he reasonably argued that it forever lost him the chance to make a new legion of US fans. I can get behind that statement: if my blissed-out next door neighbor had not been rocking World Party at the time I would not have known about the band at the point myself.

And when I saw Neil with the Horse that April for the very first time World Party was definitely not on stage. Nor were Sonic Youth, who famously opened many of that tour's shows. Rather I had to sit through a set from these losers:

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Talk about posturing, muscle-bound charlatans. Yuck. Neil had a unique gift in that era for choosing terrible opening acts. Two years later I had to sit through Blind Melon sets two nights in a row.

I can't begin to tell you how disappointing this all is in retrospect. Truth be told, in April 1991 I was more into World Party (and Tom Petty) than Neil Young. Sure, I had Ragged Glory, but as I've written elsewhere, it was still kinda over my head.

But had I seen Karl preach Peace, Love and Prince on stage in 91 then seen Neil blow up the arena with Blowing in the Wind, complete with air raid sirens and Pancho's screaming, it would have been a top five musical experience of all time.

Plus, my famous brother wasn't there that night (he was 12 years old at that point and probably spent the night with a Great Brain novel, prepping for adolescence). Just imagine how wonderful it would be to have lorded World Party + Crazy Horse over him for the last 35 years. And, seeing as he's famous and about to drop his second Prairiewolf record and play a soon-to-be-sold-out gig in LA, I'm desperately short of things to lord over him.

Even my cat prefers my brother. Here she is this afternoon while his record was spinning.

Anyway, how would shared gigs between Neil and Karl have affected each of them? Always a student of the masters, Wallinger would have soaked everything up, surely. And then maybe he'd have gone and made a Shakey-style brilliant mess of a third record next instead of the somewhat precious Bang!

Meanwhile, Neil might not have even noticed World Party's presence. I remember standing outside his touring van two years later for a few hours before and after a show, hoping to shake his hand and say "dude, like, what's up Neil?" Nothing doing: he never emerged. So maybe he was too busy freaking out at whatever was on CNN in his van at the time to even notice that his stage was being desecrated by Social Distortion.

But, whether he recognizes it or not, Neil did come around, almost 30 years later, and lay down a great track in the supremely homemade-yet-layered style of World Party. Just take a listen to the song Wallinger would have likely opened with on that 91 tour, Is It Too Late.

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Talk about a one man stoner band: the drum machine is programmed haplessly and it takes some time for the layers to build. But build they do. The singing is terrific; the guitars quickly shred; keyboards hold the middle and there's a clear message to be had: let's do something quick before we kill the planet.

Every one of those same descriptors can be applied to the title track of Neil Young's 2016 record Peace Trail. Sure, the stoner in Young's song is way older, and (amazingly for 21st Century Neil) he's more concerned about telling himself that it's not too late to make even more out of his life rather than preaching about the environment.

And yes, Neil's too old to follow Karl's lead and program a simple drum machine, and so he's hired the ubiquitous Jim Keltner to beat on things behind him.

But take a listen as Peace Trail assembles similar layers as Is It Too Late; hear equally gnarly guitars churn around the keyboards. Enjoy Neil vocal layering and soulful singing. Sure, he sounds 70 years old here; he is! But come on: clearly, it's not too late for you, me Karl and Neil to get on the Peace Trail:

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(Wow, cool video. We've seen plenty of cinematic amateurism in Shakeyvision since we started this project back in December. But Neil clearly handed this one off to a professional.)

Anyway, can you dig the comparison between these two sweet, earnest, rough and masterful anthems? Let's add Peace Trail to the list of songs we hope Wallinger covered during his final years of yet-to-be-released studio work.

And meanwhile, to my ears Peace Trail is possibly Young's best song this century. Seriously. What compares with it? Walk Like a Giant? Okay, maybe. I Do from Colorado? Sure. And then there's those great two songs on Toast... Well, anyway, this song is freakin' great.

It'd be wonderful to report that the entire album is just as good. But, oh my good Billy Talbot, that's not the case.

No other track on the record carries any of the same ambition, drive or depth. Yes, Neil occasionally blasts his harmonica either through his big red effects board or through the muffler to his link-volt super sonic veggie burger powered Hummer. Yes, Show Me has a bit of swing. Yes, the rambling story within John Oaks makes it sounds like a Greendate outtake, if that's your thing. And, yes, one song is titled Terrorist Suicide Hang Gliders.

But beyond the title track, Peace Trail sounds like it was written and recorded on one of Neil's slightly below average weekends while Stephen Stills snored on the couch. Only one other song sounds like it required more than 15 minutes of Neil's time.

After all, it takes more than 15 minutes to program your new robot. I don't know what to say about the album's closer, My New Robot (Home Host-Bot), other than thank god for Neil Young. He's truly unique among all humans.

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hotarutranslations · 1 year ago

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Fukuoka!

Evening

Fukuoka performance! Thank you very much!

Today's venue, had a gentle slope……?

It looks tight to me🙈🙈 lol

I thought, there are lots of fans from my point of view--!

On one hand, thank you very much, for the lots of support today! Did you enjoy it!

Also, today,

I was really happy……🫶🏻

Nakazawa Yuko-san came😌💜

Everyone took a photo with her, Nakazawa-san was in the mood to get going right away, so I went to change my clothes but,

After I changed she was still there!!

I got a 2 shot with her after I changed🙈💜

I'm happy

Nakazawa-san really, really, conveyed that she enjoyed it…… It was cool….. that the 2 in 17th generation are cute…… All of her words were warm,

Personally Ishida also, got to talk with her for a bit after taking the photo,

(But its kinda, I ended up talking about myself a ton, moreover I was speaking in a way where I couldn't stop, I was definitely really strange…..I got closer because I wanted to chat but I'm not a good conversationalist so I want to be reborn soon…..)

Its like that, really, my heart was full as it was filled with love

.🥺🥺🥺❤️‍🔥

Morning Musuume is big, really……🌏💫

Nakazawa-san always watches over, I couldn't say it well but in any case I love her!!!

I'll do my best from now on!!!

Fukuoka,

The mentaiko rice was really delicious, the fried egg with mentaiko on top was also delicious, Its not related to Fukuoka but the hayashi rice was also delicious, The gift I got from Ikuta-san was also delicious, the gift we got from a magazine editor-in-chief, I'm looking forward to eating the Menta-France tomorrow as well~~🤤

Its been a while in this tour, since having 4 performances during the weekend!!! that is,

Speaking of a solo tour its always like that but🙈

Its been a while, When schedule was decided to have lives at this momentum, It was like, Oooh…can we do it…? Thats what I thought at first but,

No actually I was out of breath lol

I've doing my best from the support! there were days where I realized this again😌🫶🏻

This is the end of the 4 performances during the weekends! Thank you very much!

Next week is finally our last hall, Hokkaido

⋆͛📣Tickets are here

There are 9 days till Yokohama Arena …eh, 9 days! lol

November 28th (Tue) Yokohama Arena "Neverending Shine Show" SPECIAL

November 29th (Wed) Yokohama Arena "Neverending Shine Show ~Sanctuary~"

⋆͛📣At movie theaters nationwide, Hong Kong, & Taiwan, there will be live viewings held

→General Sales From The 18th

⋆͛📣The live broadcast will only be available on the 29th

Lets run through------

see you ayumin <3

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vulturereyy · 2 years ago

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Rey's OC Masterpost!! (as of 5/29/2023)

I realized I've never done one of these, like ever, anywhere, so. Maybe now is the time to change that! My OCs are from various fandoms and genres, and some are used more than others. General rules for them are as follows: Asks about them, questions, comments, all okay! If you do fanart I think I am legally obligated to marry you LOL, but really no pressure! Please do NOT use my art of them or their exact character for your own use. You are welcome to be inspired by them, and welcome to include them on references for commissions like 'I want hair like this character' etc so long as you credit me for the art! But please do not take their stories and images 1:1.

Please do not kin my characters. It makes me exceedingly uncomfortable and you will be blocked. Without further ado... Get ready to see some gay little bitches!!

Sorbet Lemonbalm

My beloved. My wife. My husband. She's been divorced three times. She's left the altar twice. She's never been married. She's my weed smoking girlfriend. She's in a polycule with a kobold barbarian and the Moon God.

Sorbet is my most recent D&D character, played during a homebrew campaign that I cannot wait to get back to. She's a Firbolg, Oath of the Ancients Paladin/Lunar Magic Sorcerer multiclass. DEVOUT follower of Selune, the moon goddess, and currently her champion, even if she frequently feels like she is not up to the task and the responsibility is slowly crushing her. Accidentally became the Fey King of the Summer Court during one of our final battles with our phase 1 BBEG, when our bard used modify memory in a very cool (and very homebrew) way against the corrupted fey queen. (She does NOT want to be fey king and has tried to pass on the crown to almost every other fey they've met since). Most recently, she 'GET DOWN MR. PRESIDENT'D' her own goddess and tanked a rival god's magic bolt, destroying her tower shield in the process and giving her those necrotic scars down her side. But this bitch survived with 1 fucking hit point!! I'm trying to keep these short, but I could write an essay on Sorbet. She's the first D&D character I've really gotten into, even doing a REAL ACTUAL CHARACTER VOICE FOR HER (shout out dimension 20 a crown of candy for making me feel like I could), and everything!! I love playing her SO so much and I hope that she can wreck shit in Astora again soon. Our sessions are all recorded, maybe one time I'll get a clip together and be brave enough to share.

May'la Sugarfoot

May'la is my sweetest khajiit Elder Scrolls Online OC. She's from a moonsugar farming family in Khenarthi's Roost, though she took on a path of becoming a chef in Mistral after she found she was unable to really help as much as her sisters in the sugar fields. May'la eventually worked her way all the way up to being one of the head chefs in an Alik'r merchant house, though her real passion will always lay in baking. May'la dreams to have her own bakery one day, though she also has a far larger dream of becoming a member of the Antiquarian's Circle.

May'la's mother, Dra'tarrina, is a senche-raht pit fighter and former member of the Undaunted, who toured in Dragonstar Arena for years. When May'la was just a nosy kitten, she found her mother's old armor and shrine to Boethiah -- still strangely well-tended. Unable to curb her youngest daughter's incessant curiosity, Dra'tarrina began telling May'la tales of her time in the arena, and her quiet worship of Boethra, the khajiiti aspect of Boethiah. Boethra worship was all but wiped out with the Riddle'thar epiphany, and as such, May'la has secretly made it her life's goal to find and preserve any scrap of Boethra worship and lore she can. She wants to eventually present to the Antiquarian's Circle so it can continue to be passed on.

Devotion (Llewyllyn) and Gytha (Hollow Knight) (I reuse names)

Devotion is my current main Hollow Knight OC. She's a tall, toned dragonfly knightess with an extreme, well, devotion to the White Lady. She served in the Queen's Guard for years, but eventually succumbed to the infection. Terrified of hurting her fellow knights or her queen, Devotion threw down her shield and nail, and fled all the way to Kingdom's Edge. She sealed herself off in one of the many caves, and essentially... Rotted by herself in that horrible, blinding light until the Radiance was finally defeated 😭. The infection took most of her memories with it, but she had repeated her oaths to herself until her voice gave out. Everything is hazy for her post-infection, but she remembers a White Lady -- and remembers that she is dearly devoted to her service. Devotion is currently in the Colisseum of Fools, attempting to train herself in mind and body again, before she feels she can make the journey back to Hallownest. And besides, it's the only place that offers free room and board right now... So long as she puts on a good show. Gytha, The Thorned Bulwark, is the knight that trained Devotion as a squire. She's brash, boisterous, and unafraid to speak her mind, even if it is directly against her King or Queen. Gytha and Devotion were very close, though Gytha retired from knighthood long before the infection swept Hallownest. I'm not quite sure what I'll be having her doing, but I do think she traveled to the lands beyond the kingdom. She would be the type to try some grand adventure, even if it would be her last. You can learn more about Devotion and Gytha here, in the app I made for an RP server :) (including a way too long backstory lmao)

Thimble!

Thimble is my Grimm Troupe OC, fitting in with @grollow's wonderful setting! Thimble is a skittish but good-hearted little butterfly from a kingdom in its death throes, and after said kingdom's total collapsed, he sailed for the Troupe on a whim in hopes that he could find a place among them. He certainly did, and more than a few friends to go along with!

Thimble starts out as general help, far too anxious for the limelight, but after watching Ashe's OC, Mist, perform aerial Cyr Wheel, he gets struck with an inspiration he's never quite experienced before. Thimble learns Cyr Wheel and eventually performs a couple nights a week in the troupe after years of practice with Mist, and encouragement from the other troupe members :)

Thimble is based on a long-tailed skipper butterfly, a frequent visitor to my backyard.

Kindlepitch the Pardoner

Oh... Him.

"Do you not feel it? the burning, seething hatred that seems to permeate this wretched nest? Wouldn't it be best to have that feeling be done away with entirely? So much pain, so much death -- let this era rest. Let us rest, laid down upon a bed of sins inconceivable. Only in Her merciful light shall we find ourselves absolved, at last granted release from the torment the False-King inflicted upon us!" — Kindlepitch

Kindlepitch is. He's a whole lot. Scorned by the moth tribe after he refused to forget the Radiance, and boy is he deep in the orange juice. Kindlepitch believes that Hallownest's downfall was the shunning of his good lady, and that it is only her light that can finally bring peace to the atrocities of this world.

You can read more about Kindlepitch here!

Amaashaa Phykiish

Amaashaa is my main Star Wars OC. Daughter of a senator and a senator later in her own right, this gal has had. Enough. I haven't played her recently so I don't have as much to say sob, but I do love her dearly. Amaashaa served as a field medic in the Clone Wars, and later a lead surgeon on the Ord Cestus Medical Station when an injury removed her from the field. Amaashaa's life can be defined by passion; enough to burn away injustice, but also herself. After the Clone Wars, she eventually went into politics alongside her father, and was often the cause of many a fight in the senate chambers.

A barely-failed assassination attempt is what finally drove Amaashaa away from the senate, at her father's behest. They planned to lay low and 'make quiet trouble' for the empire in the meantime. Amaashaa was placed upon an off-radar scrapper crew of the Spicer (created by @rabiezcore, if I draw her with other characters they are likely Rabiez') and has since learned that... Wow, she can actually exist as a living person and not just a vessel for service. There's a lot to unpack there, but she's had a lot of character development. Amaashaa does eventually rejoin the rebellion when it reforms, and serves as a medic among them for a while, before injury does finally force her into retirement for realsies. Then she gets to live out her dream of living with her mando definitely-not-boyfriend and having loth cats of her own at last.

Lullaby Heartstrings

Lullaby Heartstrings was my sheep-flavored Minotaur Barbarian for a D&D 5e Lost Mines of Phandelver campaign.

Towering over her party at a grand 7'2" tall and nearing 500lbs of wool and muscle, it's not surprise that Lullaby is an intimidating figure, even despite her coloring and innocent sounding name. This journeyman member of the Emerald Enclave is a frequent sight in Neverwinter and the various northern Moonwoods, most often called upon by pilgrims looking to traverse the Lurkwood or caravans in need of mercenary guards. Despite her affiliation with the enclave, Lullaby's relationship with nature is far more akin to respect between warriors than the reverence a druid may possess. She believes nature to be a cruel, unyielding mistress who cannot be tamed, but also takes her challenges with silent honor, knowing they make her stronger in the long run.

Lullaby is generally quiet, softspoken, and has been called 'grumpy' by those who take her as a guard, but she is not unkind. Those under her protection will often find her aiding in setting up their tents, ensuring everyone has a decent amount of food and water, and always taking the first shift of watch. Her preferred method of communication is through gestures and actions rather than words.

Lullaby was originally born into a circus troupe, the Heartwood Heartstrings, but an incident involving her debilitating stage fright ended with her running away from home as a young teen. She's been with the enclave ever since.

Lullaby's greataxe is made out of two Axebeak beaks; one that she hunted herself, and the other that a mentor killed.

(WIP below)

#Rey's Ocs #My Ocs #star wars ocs #hollow knight ocs #d&d ocs #oc masterpost #also almost all these bitches are autistic or not neurotypical in some way #because i cannot make a neurotypical character to save my life #none of them are cishet either #or even het tbh #my blorbos

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nerdfins · 11 months ago

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🌺 and 🥊 for any oc!

🌺 "Do they have any love interests?":

Ricochet, Triple Changer Decepticon OC, has three love interests. The first two are Knockout and Breakdown, whom she met in Iacon when she was on vacation. The duo, also on vacation, were jumped by a gang of ruffians as they tried to take a shortcut through an alley. Before anything could happen to them, Ricochet came to the rescue and gave them a chance to escape. Ricochet was arrested for being involved in the fight. (Fun fact: Prowl was her arresting officer and kicks himself years later over 'If I had known what she'd become...") Knockout and Breakdown paid her bail, fixed the damage she received, and invited her to spend time with them. They tour Iacon together, and even unknowingly went to the same underground Gladiator match, (Ricochet as a participant and Decepticon recruiter and KOBD as spectators). When their vacations were up, Knockout and Breakdown gave Ricochet an open invitation to come to Velocitron and stay with them. Ricochet said she'd think about it, and after a hellish week back to work in the Tarn mines she left.

Knockout ran a bodywork studio (and a shady side business in the basement) with Breakdown his assistant. In return for being able to stay with them (and being given a better paint job than garish Construction Safety Orange, which becomes a running joke), Ricochet helps around the studio. She also helps Breakdown with side-work and teams up in a fight ring with him. The three grow close. Ricochet is half-Vosian/Seeker and interested in being in a Trine but isn't sure what the Grounders would think. Turns out their feelings for her had deepened and they are Trine bonded. In my AU Trines come in multiple flavors, and this one is very much a Romantic one. When the Council tries to bring in Ricochet from Velocitron for questioning about her Sire's Decepticon activities on Cybertron, Ricochet has to leave her Trine behind to deal with it. She hopes the Functionalists will leave them alone if she's not around. The Council has other ideas.

The other one is Starscream. This is very much an Enemies to Lovers trope, and I'm not sure how it's going to go. The working one is that Starscream wanted to use Ricochet and her closeness to Lord Megatron as his mentee/adopted offspring to get to him. He then realizes that he has no shot (or so he thinks) with Ricochet being in a Romantic Trine, and he might actually like the Triple Changer. Instead of dealing with this in a healthy way, Starscream becomes more of an ass than usual to keep his fellow Commander away. It gets to the point they duke it out, and that's where things turn. Ricochet's opinion of him softens after they finally sit down and talk like damn adults, and Starscream becomes bolder, eventually asking to do a one-time secret FWB thing. Ricochet agrees with Knockout and Breakdown's blessing (they figure out it was him immediately). Soon it becomes more than a one-time thing.

Here's where I'm not sure how it goes. As Third in Command, Ricochet's job is to keep the Second in check. Maybe she's not interested at first and sees this as a way to keep him in line, and her Conjunx agree. But then she grows feelings, and drama ensues. Or her feelings are legitimate, and her Trine and Starscream's play interference to keep it quiet.

Megatron is no fool though...

Either way, things improve and soon Ricochet and Starscream sparkbond. It's done in a ritual called Crossing of the Trines, where partners from two Trines bond, therefore connecting them together.

🥊 "What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?":

Ricochet loves to read, especially sappy romance novels. Stories with a guaranteed HEA (Happily Ever After) let her escape from her lower-caste life. She also enjoys sparring matches as a way to get out her aggression and frustrations, and it led to her joining Megatron in the Gladiator arena. As for what she hates: Paperwork. Absolutely hates doing paperwork. She and Starscream will put off doing the reports needed to the point that eventually they are forced to spend a day in a room just finishing up forms. They have fun with it though, and critique and laugh over what sad excuses of reports they are given.

Ricochet: "How is everything on here misspelled?! These things have spellcheck!"

Starscream: "Skywarp said the red squiggly lines annoyed him and turned it off."

Ricochet: "How did you guess it was him?"

Starscream: "Because I purposefully put it into your pile."

Ricochet: "Jackaft."

#I actually answered the whole list out of boredom.#transformers #starscream #knockout #breakdown #transformers oc #ricochet #transformers epica

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golbrocklovely · 1 year ago

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How was the show? I'm hoping to live vicariously!

it was a lot of fun, but also kinda sad.

this became so long, my apologies omg

for your viewing pleasure, here's one of the pics i took last night:

so first off, my mom had to be in a wheelchair which is no problem for me. we got there really early and had time to get a decent parking spot. got her up to our seats and they were NOICE. they were on the club level which i didn't know what that meant at the time until we got there. all i know is that i wanted seats where a handicapped person could be in and that's what i got (bc i got presale for the jonas brothers so i was able to get tickets before the public).

the show starts, the opener was a band called lawarence. they were really good. i didn't know who they were but they were a lot of fun and the main girl singer was fantastic. also... darren criss was there too????? he was the special guest with the opener and it was very confusing but a lot of fun and they sung a cover of it's gonna be me. and as a starkid and glee fan, it was so fun to see him omg.

then we had to wait like 20 mins for the jonas brothers to come out. ppl were filing in, the place was packed. this lovely person in my section gave me and mom friendship bracelets, it was adorable.

the lights dim, the show begins. and for almost three hours straight i screamed. i am very surprised i have my entire voice still. must be from all the years of being a jonas brothers fans mixed with listening to emo music lol i guess i just know how to scream without fucking up my vocal chords.

they sung songs that i never even got to see live which was awesome. i got to hear some of my favorites, and some i got to rehear some from when i saw them years ago back in 2009. they are basically doing their own version of an eras tour. and i genuinely mean this, they sung every song (minus a very small few) from five albums. insane.

so to get to the sad part.

if you don't know all the drama that is occurring with joe jonas and his soon to be ex wife sophie turner, i do a bit of break down in this previous ask. the thing is, joe has a song dedicated to his wife from the previous album that they sing every night. at this point i WISH they would just cut the song from the setlist and do literally anything else. bc joe looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there last night. and i dont blame him. he still had some energy, but it was the kinda of energy that screamed yeah, i love my job *rolls eyes* you know? a little melancholic but also dry.

that's not to make him sound like an asshole, he just seemed tired. and i get it and don't fault him for it. bc the vocals were still very much there. and philly brought the fucking LOVE last night. it was so loud at times i thought i was gonna pop an eardrum.

also the thing that made it sad is that, i love the jonas brothers and have always said that they KNOW how to write a damn good love song. i know for sure one of their songs will be my wedding song. but they also know how to punch you in the stomach with a break up song. so some of their old music, being sung now, was kinda ironic in the worse way last night. and i just felt really bad for joe.

other than that, i had fun. everyone at the arena was super nice to me and my mom which hasn't always been the case with her in a wheelchair so 10/10 for that. traffic was a literal fucking nightmare, but i expect nothing less from philly. and we got to drive past my grandparents' old house in south philly for a moment on the way home, so that was kinda sweet.

i would say my favorite songs from the night were walls, take a breath, and strangers. cake by the ocean was also fun bc of all the confetti. all of them looked super hot which is not surprising. even tho i am a nick girl at heart, i was a joe girl for the night bc i just felt for him the whole time. i would give it a solid 7.5/10 for the experience overall. but like a 8.5/10 for the concert alone.

#ask #personal

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luveline · 2 years ago

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I absolutely loved Rockstar!James introducing gf reader to the world and was wondering if you could do something similar for Rockstar!Sirius if inspo strikes? 🥰🥰🥰

thank you so much for the request! rockstar sirius showing you off on the red carpet ♡ fem!reader | 1.2k words

"Sirius!" someone calls, a microphone in hand. You watch the livestream with renewed interest. You'd known your boyfriend would be there, of course, and you'd known he was gonna talk to this specific interviewer hence your watching, but it's been a little while with no sign of him.

"Hey," he says. "Hey, Shalon."

The interviewer looks extremely charmed that he knows her name. You grin. He is extremely charming.

"Sirius," Shalon says, smiling a perfect smile, white teeth and perfectly painted red lips, "We're thrilled to see you tonight! And so handsomely dressed."

"Thank you! Yeah, thanks so much. My stylist will weep tears of joy."

She tells the truth – Sirius looks breathtakingly handsome, much more lovely than the quick photo he'd sent you a few hours ago pulling a sullen jib and titled 'I miss you. they don't brush my hair as nicely as you do :('.

Shalon crosses an arm across her tightly bodiced chest to hold the microphone a little closer to him.

"Who are you wearing tonight?" she asks.

"They drilled this into me tonight, so as much as I'd love to say my girl's perfume, I have to tell you that it's Christian Dior."

She giggles. You can't blame her for her reaction, but you do feel a protective stab to your chest. Protective, definitely not jealous.

"Your girl's perfume! You know, I've been seeing stuff about this all over the Internet this week-"

"Have you?"

She laughs. "I have. Pictures of you cuddling up to a girl behind the Point House arena. You wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you?"

You tense up. That had been your fault. You'd been tired and you'd been emotional, upset to be going home. You'd really tried to hold it in and for the most part you'd succeeded, but Sirius is more perceptive than you give him credit for, so he'd cornered you outside before the last show of the tour and had you confess.

"I'm really going to miss you," you'd admitted. Three weeks had felt – still feels – like a long, long time apart.

He'd wrapped you up in a hug and held you close, whispering reassurances and rubbing the breadth of your tense shoulders. Just the two of you in a quiet moment.

Or so you'd thought. A pap had obviously spotted you and taken photos. There was even a short video showing the moment where you'd hugged him back and nuzzled your face into his neck. You can still remember the feeling you'd had at the time, the warmth of his skin and the soft tickling of his hair as it brushed your cheek.

You can also distinctly remember the moment Sirius had called you the day after, seconds after you'd gotten off of your plane home. "It's okay," he'd said as soon as you answered, "everything is going to be fine, but we might have a problem."

Sirius is supposed to fix the problem tonight. Though the photos are clearly him, the video is less evidential, and your face is hidden from view completely. If he refuses all claims of a girlfriend and shrugs it off, he might retain some privacy.

You don't want to be in the limelight; you're not naive. A lot of people fancy themselves in love with your boyfriend. You're not eager to garner any fan's disdain.

Still, the idea that he might say he has no clue what Shalon's talking about makes you feel sick.

"Pictures?" he asks, dropping his chin just slightly toward his chest, eyes wide with bemusement.

"And a video!"

"A video! Do I look fit, or?"

"I'm sure there's a thousand people watching tonight that would say you do… so, the photos are really you?"

This is where he says No, they're not me. It must be some other, extremely good-looking fellow.

"Behind the Point House?" he asks.

There's something in his voice that clues you in, moments before Shalon says, "That's right," and Sirius says, "Ohhhh. Yeah, that was me."

Shalon's face is a picture. Genuine surprise. You spot yourself in the dark of your laptop screen and see her expression mirrored in your own.

"And the woman you're-"

"Cuddling with?" He grins. It's bravado, buffeted by a real affection. "That's my girlfriend."

Your breath catches.

Shalon rolls with the punches, to her credit. "She looks very well taken care of. You're aware that the hashtag 'I need him to hug me' trended for three days?"

Sirius laughs, loud and unabashed. "While I'd love to brag I look after her, it's more like she looks after me. My friends over there-" he points toward a very overwhelmed Remus being shepherded by a much happier James, "they'll attest. I'm awful when she's not taking care of me."

"The, uh, the video-"

"Doesn't show her properly," he murmurs, looking down the length of his chest and pulling his phone that he's very much not supposed to have out of his pocket.

He unlocks his phone and pulls up your text thread, of all things. "It's a real shame they didn't get her face. She's killer."

He clicks on the photo you'd sent him this morning in response to his hairdressing woes. It's you, on the sofa. You're thanking every God there is to thank that you'd done your hair nicely before sending it to him, always wanting his compliments and always, always receiving them. Your face imitates his own, a little bit moody but with a smile that hints at a laugh.

"I was sulking about what they've done to my hair tonight. You know what she said?" he asks Shalon.

Sirius reads out your text, mock-wounded. "Suck it up, baby."

He doesn't read out the text after, where you'd told him how nice he looked, and how you can't wait to see him tonight on the awards show.

You text him out of desperation, worried he might scroll down and show the picture you'd sent him of the weird bruise on your leg. You don't think you could stand to have your foot shown on live television.

Sirius, please stop!!!

The live stream is a few seconds behind. He's midway through singing your praises as cryptically as he can when he must feel the vibration of your text. He looks down at the screen and grins.

"Is that her?" Shalon asks knowingly.

"She's asked me to stop."

"Oh, you're in the doghouse now!"

He grins like he absolutely doesn't think so and looks straight into the camera fondly. "I'm sorry, really." Then he shrugs. "How can you not show that off? I-"

James appears suddenly. You know he's been sent to stop what spells a PR shake-up. "Hey, Shalon, how are you? You look beautiful tonight, I'm sure you know."

"Babysitter's here," Shalon says.

You snort at how accurate she is and watch Sirius get literally dragged away from the interviewer and down the red carpet.

Shalon turns to the camera gleefully. "I can't say I was expecting that!"

"You and me both, sister," you mumble. You try to fight it, but your smile stretches ear to ear.

Later in the night, Sirius sends you a covert photo of a furious Lily and a small text that just says, Love you. See you soon.

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