#including footloose

[amelia-mariee]

I know a lot happened in volume 3, but we're kind of ignoring Quill coming back to earth. He's living on earth for the first time in almost 40 years. You know how much he missed? At some point he probably visited or saw a picture of NYC and was like "hey I don't see the twin towers" and Jason Quill had to sit down his 40 year old grandson and teach him about 9/11.

[regallibellbright]

Today in “apparently this crappy show will haunt me forever,” I mentioned the jukebox musical we did for my high school freshman year, Back To The Eighties, while talking to someone. Including bringing up the Star Wars dream sequence set to the theme from The Greatest American Hero - and no, I have no idea why they chose an entirely different property’s theme song for a Star Wars dream sequence. Even if they couldn’t get the rights you’d think they’d have chosen something that wasn’t a theme song? Anyway.

On the way home, what comes up on the radio but Believe It Or Not, theme song from The Greatest American Hero. My mom and I find this very funny and sing along because how can you not, and keep singing even as we enter a tunnel and the signal cuts out. I time the instrumental break in my head and continue. My mom can’t keep track of it and wonders out loud as we finish the song what part it’ll be at when we get out of the tunnel, shortly before we do.

Me: I know I go fast in my head but I remember how long the lightsaber fight is, we’ll probably be at the very end or the very start of the next song.

We exit the tunnel on the very last notes of Believe It Or Not. I was in this show fifteen years ago and wasn’t even in this number. Score one for Regalli’s musical memory, I guess.

[persterrr]

PROTECT QUEER YOUTH. STOP CENSORSHIP.

Citizens of the USA. Yes, all of you. Right now, I want you to look at the device you're viewing this post on and consider what the Internet has possibly done for you: have you made online friends? Have you been taught about racism? Have you learned about the queer community? Most importantly, do you have privacy?

For many, though the Internet can be dangerous and lead to stolen data and child exploitation, it is also a beautiful place to learn about other communities and build one of your own. The Internet is an incredible library full of information that many people cannot get anywhere else. Especially when it comes to LGBTQ+ resources.

Now imagine having all of that ripped away.

Your messages monitored, recorded, surveyed. Your online experience censored. Your friends or your own marginalized voices further suppressed. Your ID? In the hands of every social media site you sign up to.

Privacy? Gone. Queer safety? Fucking gone.

All of that? That's what KOSA and its affiliated bills such as EARN IT, STOP CSAM, and the Cooper Davis Act (which encroach upon data encryption and allow further surveillance), the ban on Tiktok (which is self-explanatory), and 'Footloose' bills (which may include online curfews for people under 18 and give parents complete control and surveillance over what their underaged children do, say, and see) aim to achieve.

Queer teenagers will be put at risk. LGBTQ+ resources stripped away. Any secret accounts or online friends monitored by potentially abusive parents. Teens' right to free speech destroyed.

So contact your local lawmakers. Contact your senators. Contact your USA friends and family and urge them to do the same. Fight these bills. Queer voices will be heard. Queer people will not be silenced.

Visit the Fight for the Future website, Bad Internet Bills, and sign their petitions. They provide prewritten emails for your lawmakers. There is an all-encompassing petition and separate ones for each of the dangerous bills, all of which I strongly encourage you sign.

[fictionalthrill]

A Stranger Valentine: Steve Harrington One-Shot

A/N: Greetings! So here it is! After a very long hiatus, I'm finally back with a little one-shot for Steve Harrington. It is my first in a while and I hope it won't be my last. I'm a little nervous about it, but I might as well just stop overthinking and go for it. And oddly enough, this just so happens to be my blog's 7th anniversary! I hope you like it!

Happy Valentine's Day!

Description: Steve puts himself out there on Valentine's Day. (3292 words)

WARNINGS: FLUFF!

Love interest: Reader

         It was a nice, breezy, and all together, regular day in Hawkins. A somewhat busy Monday for some businesses, including the Family Video. Customers had come and gone. The shelves ripped apart; most rentals gone by the evening. Surprisingly, things had died down for a bit, giving Steve and Robin a breath. The bell at the door rang as a couple of customers exited, giving way to Dustin.      

         “Hey, Robin!” He greeted. 

         “Hey, nerd.”

         “I don’t take that as insult, no matter how many times you call me it,” Dustin said.

         Steve then appeared from the back room. “Okay Robin, make a note, we are out of When Harry Met Sally, Flashdance, Splash, Footloose, Sixteen Candles, and Back to the Future. I just went over some inventory and those are the ones most asked for and the ones we are out of for now.” He glanced over the counter. “Sup, Henderson?”

         “Do you have The NeverEnding Story?”

         “On a school night?” Steve said as he stood behind the counter. He reached for the bin of returned movies while he looked at his young friend.

         “Yeah, Susie and I are gonna watch it together on Valentine’s Day while we talk on the phone.”

         “You are guys are so weird,” Robin said.

         “Those are your Valentine’s Day plans?” Steve asked.

         “Well, there really isn’t much to do at a distance. Plus, it doesn’t help that Valentine’s Day is on a Wednesday this year.”

         “Right. Also, Valentine’s Day is two days away, why are you asking about the movie today?”

         “The NeverEnding Story is a beloved film. It could just as easily be on your little list of out-of-stock movies.”

         “Doubtful,” Robin said.

         Out of nowhere, a VHS box fell to the ground. The sound earned the attention of the trio by the counter. Then, a hand was raised from behind one of the shelves.

         “Sorry, that was my bad.” Someone’s voice rang. Their head poked up as well. 

         “You’re good,” Robin responded.

         Steve failed to tear his eyes away. He watched as the girl continued to scan the films, while she enjoyed the music that played on her Walkman. Steve was pulled out of his trance by Dustin who snapped his fingers in his face.

         “Hellooooo!?”

         “What? What?”

         Dustin looked between the shelves and Steve. “You really shouldn’t stare, Steve. It’s rude.”

         “I often tell him,” Robin said as she flipped through the pages of a magazine she usually hid behind the counter.

         “I wasn’t staring,” Steve said.

         “Oh, you were just ogling at Y/N,” Dustin said. 

         Steve’s head snapped towards Dustin. “You know her?”

         “Uh, yeah, most people do.”

         “Huh? I could have sworn she just moved here.”

         “No, she moved back,” Robin added.

         “What you know them too?” 

         “Duh, dingus.”

         “How do you both know her, and I don’t?”

         “Probably because you were too busy being King Steve.”

         “Ugh!”

         “Yup! Y/N was in your year,” Dustin said.

         “How do you know anything about her?” 

         “She babysat Mike and I a couple of times.”

         “And you know her how, Robin?”

         “She tutored me in algebra.”

         Suddenly, Y/N made her way over to the counter with a couple of films in hand, cutting the trio’s conversation short. 

         “Okay, I think that’s enough browsing for the day,” she said as she removed her headphones. 

         “Hey, Y/N!” Dustin smiled.

         “Dustin Henderson? Look at you! You’ve gotten taller!”

         “And you’ve stayed the same.”          “Well, I think I hit my growth spurt too early and ran out quickly.”

         “It happens.”

         “Hi, Robin!” She glanced at Steve. “Hi, Steve.”

         “Hey, Y/N!”

         “Hi,” Steve said shyly. 

         Robin moved to the computer on the counter while Y/N handed the movies to her.

         “How long will you be renting these for?”

         “Um, you can put me down for two nights. Seems like you guys have been really busy, today.”

         “Yeah, it’s been oddly hectic for Valentine’s Day week.”

         “Oh, that’s right! Wednesday… is that why I couldn’t find a copy of Sixteen Candles?”

         “Oh?” Robin looked at Steve. “No, Sixteen Candles?”

         Steve shot Robin a disappointed look, realizing she never listened to him earlier. “Yeah, sorry. We’re all out of that one…” Steve told Y/N.

         “No, worries. I just like to rewatch it every now and again.”

         “Sorry,” Steve said.

         “It’s okay.”

         “Okay, you are set to go,” Robin said as she slid the movies to Y/N.

         “Thanks. Well, I’ll see you guys around. Bye!” She locked eyes with Steve before she headed towards the door.

         “I don’t think I’ve seen you this off your game since our Scoops Ahoy days, dingus.”

         “Yeah, Steve, you were just there. Staring. Again!”

         “What did you guys expect me to do with you two here?”

         “Uh, act normal,” Robin said.

         “I did act normal. She wasn’t really interested.”

         “Maybe cause you were avoiding them.”

         “I wasn’t avoiding them. They clearly aren’t interested.”

         “I believe you just haven’t been trying hard enough,” Dustin said.

         “I second that,” Robin said.

         “When’s the last time you went on a date?”

         “Ha!” Robin exclaimed. 

         “What? It hasn’t been that long.”

         “It’s been a while. Actually, I don’t think you’ve dated anyone in the time that I’ve known you.”

         “Come on! It has not been long.”

         “Long enough.”

         “Whether that’s the case or not, maybe you should just try. Why don’t you ask them out?” Dustin said.

         “Because he doesn’t know how. He’s done nothing but stare at her each time she’s been in here.”

         “I’m right here, Robin. Besides, I helped her the second time she came in.”

         “You pointed to where the comedies were and practically ran away from her.”

         “Fine, so I’m a little off my game. So what?”

         “Maybe you just need to not think about it as much,” Dustin suggested.

         “What do you mean?”

         “Just ask her out. Let the words come out and don’t think about it too much or else you’ll psych yourself out.”

         “Can’t believe I’m getting advice from Henderson.”

         “Like that’ll work,” Robin commented.

         “You’re not really helping,” Dustin said.

         “Okay, how’s this for advice? Stop living in the past. You’re not the same Steve from high school, which means people don’t act the way they used to around you. The real world is different, and you are in it. So why don’t you just grow a pair and just ask her out! What’s the worst that can happen, that she says no? You’ve been rejected before, and you’ve lived. You’ll be just fine no matter the outcome.”

         “Uh… okay, thanks.”

---

         On Valentine’s Day, Family Video saw a lot of traffic from the moment it was opened. Girls came around in their little cliques and grabbed snacks to go with their choice of films like The Blue Lagoon, Endless Love, An Officer and a Gentleman, Flashdance, and more. These were also popular among the guys that strung along their girlfriends or the dates they had for the day.

         Steve had finished shelving some of the returns before he made his way to the counter. Things had died for a bit, so he took the opportunity to stock some movies before more customers showed up. This would leave Robin with the inventory in the back. When he went to check on her, he found her lying back on a chair, a magazine covering her face.

         “Of course,” he said.

         The bell at the door rang, and Steve eyed the monitors on the desk in front of Robin. The footage showed Y/N, as she made her way to the counter. Steve felt his heart rate increase. He took a deep breath and exited the back room, immediately coming face to face with Y/N.

         “Hey,” he greeted.

         “Hi!” Y/N said as she fished some movies from her messenger bag. “I’ve come to return these.” She placed the films on the counter.

         “Alrighty.” Steve reached for the films while he worked on the computer. He noticed two of the three titles: Cinderella and Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Steve felt this was his time to make small talk. “Had yourself a Disney night?”

         “Hmm?”

         “A Disney night… Cinderella and Snow White?” He smiled nervously. 

         “Oh! Kinda. I had to babysit two little girls and as you can imagine they love princesses.” Y/N beamed.

         “Right. And if you baby sit boys, what do you usually go for?”

         “Easy. Star Wars. Or E.T. Dustin can testify to that.”

         “Classic choices right there.” He saw the last title: Grease. “I’m guessing Grease is more of a personal choice.”

         Y/N chuckled. “Yeah, you’re not wrong. I like to have one for myself for when the kids fall asleep.”

         “Understandable. Uh, that’ll be four-twenty-five.”

         As Y/N searched through her wallet for her money, Steve watched her for a moment. He took in her soft features and notice how delicate she looked. She pulled out a five-dollar bill and handed it to him. Steve charged the films and took out three quarters to give back.

         “No movies for tonight?”

         “Didn’t really have any in mind. Weirdly enough I got no calls to baby sit tonight. And I didn’t make plans so, right now   I don’t know what the rest of the day holds.”

         Robin’s words replayed in Steve’s mind. Grow a pair and just ask her. He thought. Now or never, Harrington.

         “Listen, since you don’t have any plans for tonight, would you…” he cleared his throat and continued. “Would you like to go see a movie? With me? Tonight?”

         “Oh… like on a date?” she asked.

         “Uh, yeah—Only if you want…”

         Y/N smiled at him. “What did you have in mind to go see?”

         Steve swallowed. “There’s this new movie coming out… Pretty in Pink…”

         “I’d love to.”

         “Really?”

         “Yeah. You had me at movie and now I’m even more excited knowing it’s to see Pretty in Pink.”

         Steve chuckled. “Great. That’s great. There’s a showing at eight. Can I pick you up at seven-thirty?”

         “That sounds perfect.”

         “Awesome, so I’ll see you tonight.”

         “I’ll see you tonight, Steve.” With that Y/N exited the Family Video. 

         Once she was out of sight, Steve couldn’t help but fist bump the air. It had actually worked. He asked and she said yes. Steve turned around and jumped when he noticed Robin just stood there.

         “Jesus!”

         She had a smug look on her face. “Told you so, Harrington.”

         “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thanks.”

---

         Funnily enough, Steve had forgotten to ask Y/N where she lived. Luckily, Robin helped him figure it out. He arrived just as he had told her; seven thirty on the dot. He popped a breath mint in his mouth as he walked up to the door. He combed his fingers through his hair, adjusted the jacket he had on, and rang the doorbell.

         A minute passed before the door swung open to reveal Y/N standing opposite of him. Steve eyed her for a second before he swallowed so hard the breath mint went straight to his stomach. He could have sworn he heard Dustin telling him to stop ogling at the girl. 

         He snapped out of his daze. “Hey.”

         “Hi. You alright?” She asked.

         “Me? Yeah. I’m good.”

         She smiled. 

         “You look great, by the way. Uh, beautiful actually.” Steve noticed her cheeks grew warm. 

         “Thank you.”

         “Are you ready to go? I’m not rushing you, though.”

         “I’m ready.”

         “Alrighty, let’s go.”

         Steve moved aside as she stepped out and locked the door behind her. They walked together to his car, and Steve picked up his steps to beat her to the passenger side. He opened the door and closed it after she climbed in. Steve then marched over to the driver’s side. As soon as he got in, he started his car, and drove on to the movie theater. The ride started off a bit quiet with both parties rather nervous about the date, not that they’d confess anything to one another. Suddenly, Steve turned on the radio and the catchy beat of Daryl Hall and John Oats’ You Make My Dreams Come True, came through the speakers. Steve caught on to Y/N tapping her hands on her lap in tune to the song, and so he left it on that station. After that, the ride didn’t feel as long. Before they knew it, the song finished when they arrived. 

         Steve made sure to get the door for Y/N and together they strolled over to the ticket booth. Being a gentleman, he bought their tickets, and the pair made their way inside. Steve eyed the snacks counter and turned to Y/N at his side. 

         “Would you like any snacks?”

         “Uh, only you do.”

         “I could definitely go for some popcorn. We could share?”

         “Okay.”

         “If you want you can get us some seats while I get the snacks.”

         “Are you sure? I don’t mind going with you.”

         “Yeah. Movie will start here in a bit so were gonna see plenty of people filing in and before you know it, the good seats will be gone.”

         “Okay. I’ll see you inside.”

         “Yeah.”

         A few minutes later Y/N waved Steve over the minute she spotted him coming into the theater. Steve was hugging a bucket of popcorn while also holding a beverage on each hand. When he reached the seat next to her, Y/N stopped rubbing her hands on her upper arms and helped Steve with the drinks. She placed each one on the cup holders and Steve sat next to her. The lights dimmed and the screen slowly went on. Steve leaned a little closer to Y/N.

         “Are you okay?”

         “Yeah. It’s just a little colder than I expected, and I totally forgot my cardigan at home.”

         “Oh…”

         “Yeah, but it’s okay.”

         “Here, hold this.” Steve handed her the popcorn and proceeded to remove his jacket. He then extended it to her. “Take it.”

         “What? No, Steve. I couldn’t.”

         “You can. Take it, please.”

         “Steve…”

         “Please.”

         Y/N took the boy’s jacket. Steve wouldn’t say it out loud, but he loved how she looked in it, even in the dimmed theater. She warmed up immediately. 

         “Thank you,” she whispered. 

         “You’re welcome. Popcorn?” He whispered back. 

         “Yes, please. Thanks.”

         Steve handed his date the popcorn and kept a small handful. The film started and the pair got comfortable in their seats. At one point during the movie, their hands bumped into one another when reaching for the popcorn.

         “Sorry,” Y/N whispered.

         “It’s okay. Some good popcorn.”

         Steve shook his head as he watched the movie, the words echoing in his head. Some good popcorn? Idiot. 

         Mid way through the film Y/N slightly leaned her shoulder into Steve’s armrest. Steve took as deep breath and enjoyed the closeness. They would remain like that until the end.

---

         As the pair exited the theater along with the crowd, Y/N gushed to Steve about how much she enjoyed the movie.

         “I thought it was pretty sweet. Thanks for bringing me.”

         “You’re welcome.”

         As they strolled on over to the car, Y/N got a little closer to Steve. 

         “Why did you bring me?”

         “What?”

         “Why did you bring me to see this movie tonight? On Valentine’s Day?”

         Steve stopped in place. “Oh, I- uh, I thought it was pretty obvious.”

         She stopped as well and gazed up at him. “What?”

         He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, that I… that I… like you.”

         “That’s good. I like you too.” She grinned.

         “You do?”

         “I thought it was pretty obvious.” 

         Steve chuckled and nodded. He noticed a man at the street corner selling roses. Without saying a word, he started jogging towards the man. Y/N turned, and her eyes followed his figure.

         “Steve?”

         “One sec.”

         She watched as Steve got a rose from the man and jogged right back to her.

         Steve extended the rose towards her. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

         She accepted it.

         He continued. “I didn’t make a big deal of it because it’s only our first date and I didn’t want to freak you out.”

         “I love it.”

         They continued on back towards Steve’s car, not that far apart from one another. When they reached the car, Steve being a gentleman once again, opened the door for her to get in. 

         On their way back, there was a soft love song playing on the radio, which they both enjoyed in silence. According to the host, it had been requested by some lovesick caller. They pulled up slowly to Y/N’s home, and Steve turned off the engine. As they sauntered to her door, Steve realized he didn’t want the night to end. Sure, he had been a bundle of nerves the whole time, but even then, he enjoyed her company and thought her shyness was just adorable. When they reached the door Steve stayed on the second step, while she stood at the top. They were at eye level this way.

         “Steve?” She said shyly. 

         “Yeah?”

         “How come you didn’t ask me sooner?”

         Steve took a deep breath. It was as if the date had only just begun again. “Honestly? I couldn’t muster the courage to ask you out.”

         “What changed?”

         “Robin gave me a harsh, but much needed pep talk.”

         “And how did you decide on a movie?”

         “It seemed like you love ‘em. I tried to hold Sixteen Candles for you cause you asked for it the other day. But then, I saw this movie had the same chick in it. So, I took a shot.”

         “Molly Ringwald.”

         “Huh?”

         “The actress you’re talking about. It’s Molly Ringwald.”

         “Right, yeah. That one.”

         She smiled. “Well, I’m glad our first date was on Valentine’s Day. It will stand out from any future one’s.”

         “Future one’s? You sayin’ you would go on a date with me again?” His heart was beating through his ears.

         She played with the rose she held in her hand. “Only if you want to. I wasn’t sure if you’d ask again.”

         “I do. I really, really do.”

         “Then it’s a date.”

         “Totally.”

         The two stood under the moonlight for another minute, as if waiting for something else to happen. However, nothing did.

         “Well, thanks again, Steve. I had a really great time.”

         “Me too.”

         “Goodnight, Steve.”

         “Goodnight.”

         Y/N smiled at the boy before her, one more time. She then turned to the door, unlocked it, and stepped inside.

         “Bye.”

         Steve waved softly at her and watched the door close. He stood there for a brief moment, kicking himself for not doing more to not bring the night to close so soon. 

         Suddenly, the door opened, and Y/N stepped in front of Steve in two quick steps. She placed a delicate hand on Steve’s right cheek, leaned forward, and pressed her lips to his. 

         Steve was stunned. His hands slightly hovered around her, before they came down to settle on her hips. He pulled her in a little tighter, relaxing into the kiss. He felt a warmth between them, as he savored her soft lips. He could still taste the movie theater popcorn.

         After a moment, Y/N broke the kiss and took a step back. Steve’s eyes remained closed, and his hands lingered on her hips. He finally opened his eyes and gazed into hers.

         “Wow.”

         A giggle bubbled in her throat. She took another step back, but Steve couldn’t resist pulling her in by her hips and kissing her one more time. Steve broke the kiss on this occasion and saw as he had left her stunned this time around. As he gazed back at her, he watched as she began to take slow steps backwards into her home.

         “Happy Valentine’s Day, Steve.”

She then closed the door and lied her back against it, with a hand hovering over her lips. Steve couldn’t see this. Which meant she didn’t see him when he raised his fists in triumph. 

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! Don't be afraid to let me know what you think! If you are interested in another Steve Harrington One Shot, I wrote one a while back. Here is the link:

[ash5monster01]

Dead Poets Society and what their favorite 80s movies would be

including my reasons for why :))

Neil Perry / Indiana Jones

Neil would watch this movie and all he would take away from it was another cool teacher that not only knows his shit but goes on awesome adventures and he’d dream of being him

Todd Anderson / Gremlins

Todd would not only relate to the uniqueness of the main character but he too would also be the only person capable of befriending a random animal while also unintentionally starting a rabid attack against his town

Charlie Dalton / Roadhouse

Charlie would WORSHIP Patrick Swayze, literally kiss the ground he walked on. Not only that but he would adore his tough and take no shit personality and dream of getting to hit people and not get in trouble for it

Knox Overstreet / Can’t Buy Me Love

Knox ever the romantic would look at poor dorky Ronald who is falling over his feet to help a girl he barely knows and relate to the character completely. He doesn’t care if it’s a chick flick, he watches it any chance he gets

Steven Meeks / Weird Science

a movie about two super smart guys scientifically creating their dream women from a barbie doll. He’d grab Pitts and go ‘when do we start?’ (side note a Meeks and Pitts Weird Science AU, obsessed already)

Richard Cameron / Top Gun

You cannot convince me otherwise that Cameron would be a war buff. History through and through and respect to any form of service a man can do. He would watch Top Gun and wish that was him. He would also partake in war reenactments but that’s a whole other story.

Gerard Pitts / Footloose

This man wants to dance and Ren Mccormick would be his idol. Pitts also dreams of being the sole hero to bring music and dance back to his small town and bagging the prettiest girl in school.

[holylulusworld]

Footloose - Flufftober 4

Summary: Loki is part of the Avengers now.

Rating: Teen

Square I5 filled for @lokibingo: Feelings denial  

Square 7 filled for @puretombingo: “Dance with me.”

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Warnings: fluff, banter, idiots in love

Trope: Enemies to lovers

Words: 980+

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

“I got it, Tony. This party will be the most spectacular and awesome party mankind had ever the pleasure to witness,” you roll your eyes at Tony’s antics. He wants you to help him check the guest list and won't stop talking about the event. “How about you invite some male stripper for the ladies too. I bet they’ll give us a good show.”

“We want this evening to be spectacular, not vulgar,” Tony scrunches up his nose. “We will have music, the best food, the finest wine and alcohol.”

“Fine, have it your way. Now, how can I help you, Tony?” You look around the room. There is not much left to do. The party planner did a great job. “Tony?”

“You’ve got a special task this time,” he wraps one arm around your shoulders, walking around the room. “Loki is now part of our team.”

You purse your lips. Loki is still the guy attacking New York City. “The answer is no.”

“You don’t even know what I want from you.”

“If it includes being around Loki Laufeyson, the guy influencing me with his tricks to get me to strip in front of my friends, I’m out,” you grunt. Loki managed to use his mind games to make you do unspeakable things. Like eating pineapple on pizza.

“He offered redemption and promised to never use his powers to influence you again,” Tony tries to persuade you to help him with his problem, but you’re not convinced. “A lot of important people, and the press will be around. We need to show them that Loki changed.”

“How? Shall he sing a chanson?” You snort. “I don’t think he will ever not be an asshole and a Trickster. We don’t need him to cause trouble with one of his dramatic entrances again. Do you remember the last time he made an appearance in public?”

“Y/N, please do this for me. Loki refuses to attend the party. We need him to smile, and act like a gentleman.”

“You want me to convince Loki to attend the party? That’s the important task?” You huff. “You can’t be serious.”

“Please, Y/N. For me. You’re the only person besides his brother Loki talks to.”

“Yeah, to harass me. He’s always sassy and gets on my nerves,” you snap at Tony. “If you want me to do this dirty job, you will buy me the most expensive dress, shoes, and accessories for the party.”

“Deal,” Tony drops his arm from your shoulders to shake your hand.

“If there’s a catch, I’ll cut your balls off in your sleep,” you point a finger at Tony. “No tricks, Stark, or you’ll regret doing business with me.”

“Move your ass out of your room and follow me. We are going to buy a suit for you, and you’ll behave like a good boy today,” you yell outside Loki’s apartment. “Get out, or I swear I’ll not be nice any longer.”

“Darling, you look dashing,” Loki pokes his head out of the door, smirking. “I’m afraid I got no time for you. Check in later. How about you come back in a few weeks?”

“I said, get out of the room, raven-haired rat,” you purse your lips, close to breaking the door down to get Loki out of his room. “I don’t have all day. It’s only three more days until the party. We need you to make an appearance. Just say yes and let me buy the suit for you. You can come to the party, and dance. Maybe have a drink or two.”

“No.”

“Loki, this is not a request, it’s an order. Move your ass out of the room,” you grasp for his hair, harshly tugging at it. “Come on. Don’t make such a fuss.”

“I don’t want to dance,” Loki wrinkles his nose.

“Because you can’t dance?” You grin. “Did Loki Laufeyson finally admit his defeat? Is there something he cannot accomplish?”

He opens the door to step outside, a dagger in his hand. “I’m warning you. Never underestimate Loki Laufeyson, God of mischief. I’m the Master of Dance, I just don’t like dancing.”

“Well then, let’s buy a suit and you can stand in a corner and watch other people having fun…”

“I hope you know I had to cancel my date for you,” you grunt as Loki walks next to you. He insisted on not going alone. Which means you are his plus one for the time being.

While you try to find a way to get rid of Loki and keep your promise to Tony at the same time, the Avengers watch you and the raven-haired trickster with interest.

“She made it,” Tony can’t believe Loki is following you inside the ballroom. “It was worth the money.”

Thor frowns when his brother grabs your hand to guide you away from the Avengers and toward the dance floor.

“What are you doing?” You wonder as Loki guides you to the middle of the dance floor. “Loki? What are you up to?”

“I remember vividly that you suggested a dance,” he says. “So…dance with me?” He bows and offers his hand to you. “Please give me this dance.”

“I-“ you take his offered hand, hoping he doesn’t want to trick you once again. “If this is a joke, I’ll kill you.” You growl, but your cheeks heat up as he smiles at you.

He grins. “I’m counting on it, my love.” You end up in his arms, swaying to the song he requested before coming here with you. “I hope you know; I’m courting you…”

Loki twirls you around, grinning as you squeak and hold tight onto him as he gets even faster. Your feet move on their own, and you cling to him when the room starts spinning.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t want the others to watch us.” You rest your head against his shoulder and close your eyes. “I manipulated reality a little bit for this dance. You only belong to me tonight…and forever.”

Tags in reblog.

[eyesthecolorofarson]

I’ve always had the hc that every ghost type like Wraith, Banshee, Spirit ect. Was sorta its own race and had its own culture in the Infinite Realms. Like Banshees are artists, dancers, singers, dreamers, creators. Their also very emotional. Banshees wail after all. They have community street art where one starts the outline and leaves the supplies and their signature for the next ghost, and the next ghost fills in the color and leaves their signature and so on and so forth until the artwork is done. Block parties filled with singing and dancing and community a cappella and neighbors organized by music genera/art style. This is all based on who they were when they died and what interests they had, theirs dreams, who they wanted to be and what they wanted to do, personally, ect. And it’s instinct to dance and sing with them, it be apart of this lively and loud community.

And because I love a good DC/DP, let’s say Damian Wayne discovers his halfa status and goes into the Infinite Realms to explore with other halfa Danny Phantom(who he may or may now develop a crush on) to find out what it means to be a Banshee, and everything that comes with it. If you have any ideas for other ghost types rb this because I spent everything on the Banshees and now I’m outta juice. Also Ember is a Banshee too, duh. Danny being king can dance a numerous amount of styles. Gotta connect with the people

Some songs include Hips Dont Lie, Dance Monkey, Drop The Mambo, D.A.N.C.E, Hey Mickey Your So Fine, Footloose, Put Your Records On, Celebration, September, Shake It Off, Throwback Love, Moondance, Long Tall Sally, Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go, Faith, and Better When I’m Dancing

[mollyjimbly]

🚨🚨🚨DANGEROUS INTERNET CENSORSHIP/SURVEILLANCE BILLS WILL NUKE THE INTERNET AS WE KNOW IT🚨🚨🚨

WE WILL BE SPIED ON DUE TO NO ENCRYPTION

LGBTQ CONTENT WILL BE WIPED FROM THE INTERNET

SEX WORKERS WILL BE CRIMINALIZED

The EARN IT Act of 2023 threatens to undermine online encryption by punishing companies that provide encryption services. And by repeating the same mistakes as a previous bill called SESTA/FOSTA, it would lead to widespread Internet censorship and crackdowns on marginalized communities. When EARN IT was previously introduced in 2020 and 2022, it was shelved in the face of overwhelming public outcry and opposition from human rights groups. Now, lawmakers are introducing EARN IT for a third time, hoping to pass it and break the internet while we’re distracted.

KOSA claims to make kids safer, but it’s really a dangerous censorship bill that would give the government unprecedented control over the internet. This would put youth in danger by preventing them from accessing potentially life-saving resources. Lawmakers concerned about online safety should reject KOSA and instead work to protect all internet users from abusive tech companies by passing a Federal data privacy law.

Lawmakers claim the RESTRICT Act addresses privacy and security concerns around TikTok. But this is about so much more than just TikTok. RESTRICT gives Biden (and all future presidents!) extraordinary new powers to ban Americans from using entire apps simply by claiming they pose a “threat to national security,” outside of any democratic process. Politicians are pushing this bill to show they’re “tough on China”—but instead of protecting us, this law would lead to an internet censored by the president.

Regressive states across the country are taking away teenagers’ online rights. It started in Utah with two laws that create a mandated social media “bedtime” and give parents complete control over their kids’ accounts, messages, and passwords. Utah lawmakers claim their curfew-and-control bills help children, but these bills actually make children less safe by increasing state and parental surveillance and restricting access to community. To make matters worse, legislation like this is spreading. Arkansas has passed a copycat bill. Louisiana and Texas are trying to follow Utah’s lead, and it’s been introduced federally in Congress.

STOP CSAM wouldn’t actually stop CSAM. Instead, it would make CSAM cases harder to prosecute—like SESTA/FOSTA before it—while reducing privacy protections in ways that would harm vulnerable people. Like EARN IT, STOP CSAM undermines end-to-end encryption, a technology that’s vital for LGBTQ+ youth, survivors of interpersonal violence and stalking, abortion seekers and providers, and activists. Weakening E2EE as a means to funnel more information to law enforcement also sets an alarming precedent for government surveillance. All of us, including children, need to be able to communicate in the digital age without our conversations being spied on.

ALSO WE CAN TACKLE ALL OF THEM TOGETHER, LINKS BELOW

DISCORD THAT YOU CAN JOIN

[multifandomworldsposts]

The Boy From Bomont

pairing: willard hewitt x fem!reader

warning: sexual harassment/assault, fighting

A/N: basically footloose 2011 in a different way.

Y/N’s POV

I don’t what it is about Bomont, it’s odd to me, we’re not allowed to listen to music including dancing. I’ve never been to a place like this or live in a place like this. My aunt, uncle, my cousins and I have to go to church, I’m not really a religious person but I’ll try to respect the church if I can.

I go to Bomont High School which their traditions at this school is nothing what my last school had. No school dances and no music allowed anywhere at this school.

I meet Ariel and Rusty in my ELA 3 class and Ariel reminds me of a girl who I went to school with, really rebellious, not a goody-goody I can tell, and has a boyfriend who looks like a college kid. Rusty is like me, not what Ariel is.

Rusty took me to the drive-in and everyone was really nice and really dirty minded, like my friends back home. I met Willard, he reminds me of a boy from my last high school. Really southern and really kinda has a good heart.

“What do want from the menu?” Woody told me.

I look at him about to speak but his girlfriend interrupted me.

“Leave that girl alone, so there’s a lot of good food on the menu, I suggest the hot dog.” She says.

I chuckle, “I think I’d like the hot dog with nothing on it.” I said to Claude.

Claude gives me the hot dog and says to Woody, “Now, I don’t want a fine, and you don’t want to get another ticket.”

“Wait, you got a ticket for dancing?” I asked Woody.

“He got two tickets for dancing, one more then you’re off the team!” Woody’s girlfriend said.

I get my stuff and go outside to see what’s going on, I hear music from the speakers.

“Holy.” I go to where Rusty and the rest of her friends are at.

Everyone continues to dance and I’m amazed by this, everyone hates the fact that dancing is against the law.

“Y/N, come on let’s dance.” Woody’s girlfriend says to me, leading me to the middle of the huge crowd of people dancing.

I start to dance and I get into it and I hear people cheering, I don’t know why for me or for another person. I continue dancing and noticing no one is dancing, just me. I got kinda nervous but I continue to dance. Ren starts dancing with me, I follow his lead, until I notice Ariel so I stop and faked a reason why I’m going to Rusty and the rest of her friends.

“Attention. Attention. Ariel Moore, will you please come to the front of the diner? Your daddy is here for you.” Claude says in a speaker.

Ariel leaves with her dad. “Daddy’s gon’ take her out to the woodshed.” Willard says.

“What does that mean?” I said looking at him.

“It means she’s in deep shit.”

What is wrong with the county?

I got to know Rusty friends a lot better, especially Willard, he told me about his personal life and what even happens at this county. I can’t stop looking in his eyes but I can’t help it. He seems like a sweet guy to me.

Ren gets in an invite to go to the speedway and Woody, Willard, Rusty, Woody’s girlfriend and I go to support Ren and I notice the gang, they are creepy to me. I get uncomfortable by approaching them and Willard notices me get uncomfortable so he holds my hand. The words I’m even hearing right now get me uncomfortable. I don’t want to be here.

“I love that lil dance you were doing last night. Noticed that you can swing your hips like, what are they called, a stripper.” Chuck says to me.

He’s friends giggle.

“Thank you, didn’t notice a maggot was looking at me being a pervert.” I said back.

He wants to kill by the way he’s looking at me.

“Now, how about you start dancing with this.” Chuck says to Ren getting in a tractor.

I hate this.

The race starts and I get nervous because some of Chuck’s gang get in three buses. I hope Ren survives this. My friends and I get up to where the flags are at.

“Go Ren!” We all say.

Ren is winning but we saw the most terrifying things I’ve ever seen. The buses tipped over and destroyed. Ren tries to stop and Woody and Willard goes out there to save him. Ren jumps out with Willard and Woody.

“Holy shit!” I say. Rusty laughs at my comment.

THE NEXT DAY

I get to the library to study for some things in some of my classes and I notice someone in the corner of my eye and it’s one of the guys from yesterday.

“Can I talk to ya.” He says.

I ignore him.

“Listen, yesterday was cool wasn’t?”

I stay silent.

“You’re actually kinda cute. Wanna somewhere more private?” He says.

“I don’t want to.” I said to him.

“Come on, a girl like you, might get a baby in her belly.” He says with a disgusting smirk on his face.

“I gotta go.” I get my things and try to leave but he stops me and tries to touch me.

“Let go of me you creep!” I struggle and kick his dick.

“Excuse me?” A librarian says.

I look at him and he takes me to the principal’s office.

AT THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE

“Now Ms. Y/L/N, why did you kick Rich?” Principal Roger says to me with the librarian and a cop in the room.

“Rich tried to touch me! And he, he wanted to rape me.” I said.

“Now Y/N, tell us the truth, what did he do to you to make you hit him.” Principal Roger says.

“What I just said.” I say looking in his eyes.

“Well he said that he was trying to help you with your homework.” He says to me.

“He’s lying!” I kinda yells.

“Now Y/N-“

“He told me that a girl like me can get pregnant!” I interrupt him.

“Then why did you kick him?” The librarian says.

I make a big sigh and say, “He sexually harassed me!”

“I know Rich won’t do that.” The cop says.

“Are you kidding me? Does anyone in this town understand about sexual harassment or assault?” I question.

“We do Y/N.” Principal Roger says.

Bullshit.

“Y/N, here’s your ISS slip and have a good day.” He says.

I take the slip out of his hand and look at it and look at him.

“You guys really don’t know what’s going on with women today don’t you?” I says and walk out of the office and went outside to get out of this hell hole.

“Y/N/N!” Ariel says to me but I ignore her.

“Y/N, what’s the matter?” She comes close to me.

I look at her, “Had the worst god damn day of my life.” I say.

“You wanna talk about it?” She says.

“I prefer not to, you won’t believe me.” I walk away.

“What happened?” She yells at my direction.

“You won’t even care!” I yell back.

I get in my car to drive at some abandoned warehouse. I get out of my car and start to get out and then start to think on what just happened at school.

“HE ASSAULTED ME, HE TRIED TO TOUCH ME AND I GET DETENTION!” I yell.

“IM NOT A STRIPPER CHUCK, ASSHOLE!” I yell again.

I start to cry and I sit on the floor and bawled my eyes out. Why do people don’t take women seriously? I curl up in a ball and cry to myself. I hear some footsteps, I look where the noises are at and it’s Willard.

I whimper a bit.

“What’s wrong?” Willard said walking up to me.

“I got in school suspension.” I wipe my tears off my face.

“What happened?” He sits next to me.

“That guy yesterday, Rich, he tried to touch me and he, he told me I would look good pregnant, and when he was trying to touch me, I kicked him in the ball sack.” I look at him.

“And you got suspended?” He questions.

I nod.

“Y/N/N, I’m sorry that happened to you.” Willard says and hugs me, I hug him back, I cry again.

“Those guys are assholes.” Willard whispers in my ear.

I giggle. “They really are. Does this town even care about women’s rights at all?” I stop hugging him and look at him.

“Apparently not.” He says.

I look down at the ground and Willard makes me look at him. I look at him with teary eyes, he kisses me. I kiss him back. He’s the only guy I can trust to be around me including Ren and Woody.

We stop kissing and he gets my hair away from my face.

“I wanna go home.” I said.

“I’ll take you home Y/N/N.” He says.

“Really? I mean I can drive myself.” I said.

“No, I insisted Y/N/N.” He holds his hand out for me so he can help me back up on my feet.

He helps me up and I give him my car keys. I get in the passenger seat and Willard gets in the driver’s seat.

“You ready?” He says looking at me.

“Yeah.” I look at him.

He drives away from the abandoned warehouse, I can’t believe what happened today. He pulls up to my driveway but we stayed in my car for a few minutes.

“I have a question Willard.” I look at him.

“Yes Y/N/N?” He looks at me.

“Why aren’t we allowed to dance or play music whatsoever?” I ask.

“Um, Ariel’s brother, Bobby and some of his friends went partying, they were drinking and driving, and they got in a car accident on a bridge.” Willard told me.

“Is that why Ariel is the way she is now?” I ask.

“Yeah, she used to be a goody two shoes back when we were freshman and sophomore and now she’s a rebellious girl who goes to church.”

“I met that type of person and she’s my friend since elementary school and she reminds me of Ariel.” I said to him.

“And she’s the preacher’s daughter.” He says.

I can’t believe that I just heard that, I never knew about that but I remember seeing her at church but never got to meet her.

“And she hangs out with those creeps and the one who tried touching me?” I said.

“Yep.” He says.

“Willard, do you want me to drive you home?” I said.

“My house is three houses down, you know that Y/N/N.”

I never noticed whatsoever.

“Oh I forgot about that Willard.” I said.

“It’s okay.”

Willard and I get out of my car and I walk up to him, he gives me my car keys.

“Again thank you for driving me home Will.” I said looking up at him.

“You’re wel- Will?” He questions.

“Am I allowed to call you that? You can tell me if you don’t want me to call you that.” I say.

“It’s fine. It’s cute that you just said that Y/N.” He gets closer to me.

“I-I love you.” I said.

“I love you to.” He smirks.

We kiss again. I hear giggling and it’s my cousins watching us. I look at them kinda embarrassed. Willard laughs at them.

“Again thank you for driving me home Will.” I said to him.

“Once again, you’re welcome.” He smiles.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at school?”

“Hopefully all because of your stupid in school suspension dates.” He says.

“Don’t remind me.” I said walking to my car to get my book bag and the slip.

“See you tomorrow Y/N/N.” He says about to walk away.

“Hopefully Will.” I said back.

I show my aunt and uncle the slip and obviously they get angry but I tell them the full story and they agree with me but they want me to do the suspension days. I’ll do it but I don’t deserve to go to detention for what that asshole did to me.

I eventually showed and told Ariel the ISS slip and the whole story on what Rich did to me and Ariel confronted Chuck and Rich about it and Chuck beats her up. She tells her father and he slaps her because she’s not a virgin. When she came to my house, I call Rusty to come over and I patch her up. The three of us stayed up talking about my situation including Ariel’s as well but besides that, we talked for hours until we fell asleep on my bedroom floor.

A FEW WEEKS LATER

Ren is teaching Willard to dance. Woody, Ren, his cousins, my cousins and I help Willard to dance and he kinda got the hang of dancing. He asks me to dance with him and I join him. Ren and Woody notice us kinda flirty.

“You guys! There’s children here.” Ren says.

“Oh we caught them kissing a while back.” Sarah, my cousin, says.

“She just exposed you two.” Ren laughing.

We kinda get embarrassed but sometimes we don’t even care what people think of us.

Ren and I keep on helping Willard to dance, he kinda got confused but then one day he danced like Ren. Ren and Willard practiced a dance a week or so and Will finally did it!

A few weeks later, the county including students from Bomont High School and parents went to the county courthouse to talk about why dancing isn’t a crime. I sit with Willard and my aunt, uncle and my cousins sit next to me. Ren talked on the bench and a few hours later, dancing isn’t against the law anymore! So the whole senior class goes to the abandoned warehouse that I went to, to cry my feeling out but this is about Bomont’s first dance. We get decorations up on anything that involves a wall.

THE NIGHT OF THE DANCE

I get my dressed for the dance I hear a knock on the door and it’s my aunt.

“You look beautiful Y/N/N.” She says tearing up.

“Thank you Y/A/N.” I hug her.

“Someone’s waiting for you.” Y/A/N smiles.

“Willard?” I smile.

“Yeah Y/N. He looks really cute.” She whispers in my ear.

I look down, I think she can tell I’m blushing.

“I’m going downstairs, don’t stay up here too long.” She says walking out of my room.

“I will.” I said.

I fix my hair and walked downstairs and see Willard. Looking like country boy. I can tell he looks so happy.

I approach him and he has a crossage in his hand, I believe that my uncle gave him that.

“You look beautiful.” Willard whispers in my ear.

“Thank you.” I say.

He puts the crossage on my wrist and it matches my dress.

“Now you two, have a fun time and if something happens, call me.” My uncle said.

“We will Y/U/N.” I said.

I hug my aunt and uncle including my cousins and Willard drives us to the warehouse.

When we got out of the car we see Chuck, Rich and this other guy approaching us.

“Look who it is, the school’s slut and the school’s cowboy.” Chuck says.

“Let’s not fight alright, Rich how’s your small dick.” Willard says.

“It’s fine. Listen, you need to pay my medical bill.” Rich says directly at me.

“Let’s go Will.” I whisper to Willard.

We try to walk away but Chuck and Rich grab me and the other guy grabs Willard and I try to fight back but they were too strong.

“Do something Willard!” I scream.

“I can’t fight Y/N!”

“Fight Will!”

Willard starts fighting the other guy and I start to fight back Chuck and Rich. Ariel, Rusty, and Ren comes out to us fighting.

“Get your damn hands off of her!” Ariel screams at Rich and Chuck.

I fight with Ariel and I notice that Willard, Ren and Rusty is fighting the other guy. When everything was over Willard approached me.

“Are you okay?” Willard says touching my cheek.

“I’m okay, are you?” I question.

“I am Y/N/N. Let’s get in that warehouse.” He says grabbing my hand and taking me to the door.

Ariel, Ren, and Rusty join us and told us if we’re okay. When we got in the warehouse, music began to play, we danced like it was the last day on earth dancing.

Bomont isn’t that bad, except me getting suspended. I made good friends with the best humans I’ve ever met and I have a boyfriend who’s the most sweetest boy I’ve ever met as well.

Ariel told me this quote one day, ‘Dance like no one’s watching.’ And that’s what I did, danced like no one’s watching.

[ty-the-trainwreck]

a typical morning in the fruity four apartment includes the following:

nancy wakes up and tries to detangle herself from robins body, but her girlfriend shifts so she would lay completely on top of her. nancy complains several times that she has to get up, but robin ignores her and continues to snore softly into the milky skin of nancy’s neck. nancy just sighs fondly and pulls the blanket back over them and basks in the warmth.

a few minutes later steve bursts through the door with eddie clinging onto him like a koala. “rise and shine ladies!” he claps his hands obnoxiously, walking over to the blinds and making it known that he has a death wish. “steve, if you open those blinds i will literally naw your leg off.” robin grumbles before nancy can threaten him, making the curly haired girl beam proudly while the man infront of them froze in shock. “fine! but be out in five or else me and eds will eat your breakfast!” he points down at them, marching out and closing the door. robin snuggles closer into nancy’s body and mirrors how eddie was clinging onto steve. nancy chuckles softly and plays with the tawny hair infront of her.

it’s been way more than five minutes. but it nancy’s defense would you wake up a pretty girl sleeping on your chest? (no? exactly.) but she’s really hungry and is slightly worried that steve and eddie have eaten their food. “hey rob, it’s time to get up.” nancy whispers gently, drawing shapes into the freckled arm wrapped around her. “no it’s not.” robin pouts. “rob, you have to go to work.” nancy says, trying to convince her girlfriend to get up. “steve will cover me.” robin keeps finding excuses to keep cuddling and nancy is dangerously close to caving, but she really likes the sound of breakfast and coffee right now.

“steve is going to eat your waffles.” this makes robin jump out of bed immediately, stumbling around and snatching a pair of sweatpants. “fuck shit— fuck fuck!” she pulls the pants on quickly, running out the room while screaming profanities at steve. nancy smiled, getting up and deciding to put on one of robin’s hoodies. she waltzed (more like zombie walked, to be completely honest.) out of the bedroom and turned to look inside the kitchen. steve and robin were trying to steal bites from each other’s plates while eddie sat there half-asleep in his seat. “someone catch eddie before he falls.” nancy pointed out, shuffling over and grabbing a waffle from steve’s plate. “hey— oh my god eddie—“ he scrambled over to his boyfriend, making robin and nancy laugh at them ad they ate their waffles in peace

“so anyways! i was thinking we could all go to the movies after work today? since robin and i get off early and you and eddie have the day off, we can all relax.” steve proposed, looking around the room for opinions. nancy gave a thumbs up as she stole another waffle from steve, the man grunted in disapproval but said nothing. “im cool! as long as we aren’t watching footloose or something.” robin provided, making eddie nod aggressively l. “footloose fucking sucks.” robin smiled, “see steve? your boyfriend even thins the movie sucks.” steve gasped, turning to eddie in shock. “eddster! how dare you!” nancy choked on her food, laughing into her sleeve as the room fell silent, “eddster?!” robin snorts and nancy doubles over laughing, both of them clutching their stomachs in their fit of giggles. steve and eddie just stare at them judgmentally,

but of course with all the love in the world. since this is their family now. and nothing could ever change that.

[soulofapatrick]

Country Step - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Ellie and Tommy help Y/N reignite that southern cowboy in Joel during a ‘Jackson Cowboy Night’ ( I literally had a thought about Joel and Tommy line dancing)

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: make out (?) can cowboys be a warning

Joel’s POV

It’s Friday which means the barn is lit up and full of people dancing and letting loose to music that is thumping through the building. I’m not a fan of these things but Tommy and Maria insisted I came, a suspicious amount but then again it was a good excuse to catch up with them having missed so many years with my baby brother. It’s why I’m currently sat in the booth, swirling a beer as most of the teenagers and young adults are on the dance floor, having the time of their life but I don’t see Ellie anywhere. I can’t find Y/N either but that’s not as surprising because she’s so shy and-

I’m choking on my beer when Ellie enters the barn, dragging a barely recognisable Y/N. Y/N’s wearing extremely tight jeans that show off her curves while she’s only got a flannel on her top half, the flannel tied right under her chest. Her hair is falling around her shoulders in manufactured waves, her hair usually being deadly straight and she looks gorgeous. She looks like she belongs in a country movie and it dawns on me why Tommy was so persistent for me to come tonight: it’s cowboy night as he calls it. 

The pair join us and I try to keep my eyes to myself but oh fucking hell this is going to be difficult. She’s like a wet dream and I want to leap over the table and eat her up. Ever since I met Y/N while trying to get Ellie to the fireflies I’ve had feelings for her but it’s only recently I’ve been realising they’re not bad feelings. They’re dangerous, feelings like love are a weakness and no one can have weaknesses in this day and age. 

The familiar tune that is Footloose has Y/N’s head flying up, glancing at Tommy before her  eyes search for someone in the bustling barn. They light up and she’s grinning bigger than I’ve ever seen her when she catches Chai’s eyes and he’s sending her an equally big grin. 

“Gimme your hat cowboy.” She’s snatching the cowboy hat Tommy insisted on wearing, placing on her head as she meets Chai on the dance floor. Ellie; Dina and Jesse seem to understand what’s happening and makes people back up, giving the pair space. Oh fuck, I think my jaw hits the floor when the pair begin to dance. That quiet and reserved young woman I’ve travelled with for over a year now is swinging and rolling her hips in moves that is very much line dancing. Soon enough others are copying the pair and joining in, everyone laughing and just having a great time. 

I can’t stop the smile at the sight of Ellie next to Y/N, copying her every move with her head back and laugh escaping her lips. Y/N grabs Ellie’s hand, spinning the girl that has become a daughter figure to us both, causing the latter to shriek with even more laughter as Y/N lets her go and Ellie crashes into Dina. 

Y/N’s eyes find mine and she’s beckoning me over with the pull of her finger. I’m shrugging my jacket off and joining her, hands migrating straight for her hips as she gets every step correct. If I didn’t already secretly love her I think this is where I would have fallen because she is not from any state that includes line dancing of any sorts yet here she is. It’s like muscle memory for me and soon enough I’m back in the swing of it, eyes never once leaving her as she grins up at me. There’s that familiar shyness behind the excitement in those forest green eyes as she pulls my hands off her hips and I spin her into my chest. We seem to shift from line dancing in the side step, her back against my chest and my hand on her hip as the song changes to one that I think I remember being called ‘Fake ID’. 

Most people leave the dance floor after Footloose ends not knowing the moves without Y/N or Chai to follow. I don’t care because Y/N’s spinning around me, footwork perfect. I have to pull her back into my arms, hands on her waist again, pulling her close, “Do you know what you’re doing to me darling?” 

“Absolutely no idea.” She sends me a cheeky grin so I grip her tightly, one hand moving from her waist to the back of her neck as I suddenly dip her as the song ends. She lets out a shriek, hands grabbing my shoulders as if I’d drop her. It’s as if the world slows when I realise just how close our faces are, noses almost brushing. Her chest is glistening with a light sheen of sweat as it rises and falls rapidly. I’m pulling her back up, wanting to kiss her so badly but I don’t want it to be a big thing in front of everyone so I keep her hand tightly in mine as I lead the way back to our booth. 

She seems dejected, not understanding why I didn’t kiss her when it was obvious we both wanted it. I stay quiet, sliding into the booth and pulling her onto my lap as there’s no more space with Tommy; Maria; Jesse; Chai; Dina and Ellie already squashed in. Y/N’s breath catches in her throat but she settles, leaning forwards to grab her beer from earlier and I almost let out a moan as her perfectly round ass is pressing into my crotch as if she knows exactly what she’s doing. 

“Keep the hat.” Tommy sends Y/N a cheeky smile before going back to talking to Maria while the kids gush to Y/N and Chai how good they are at dancing. I just listen, wrapping my arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to her shoulder causing her to relax back against my chest. We stay like that for the rest of the night as the party carries on, the others going up to dance every so often if a song they like comes on. 

“Where’d you learn to dance like that?” I ask as I walk her home, the winter air freezing and the lights not doing much to illuminate the streets. 

“I may have asked Tommy for a few lessons,” She mumbles and my heart swells, “I wanted to impress you. I love seeing you happy and smiling.” 

“I fucking love you.” It slips out and she’s stopping walking, forest eyes wide and full of so many emotions. She doesn’t move when I approach her, cupping her face in my hands and pull her chin up so she catches my lips in a kiss. It seems to snap her out of her shock because her hands are in my hair and on my shoulders, melting into the kiss and pressing herself as close as she possibly can. It’s a sweet and hot kiss, not exactly how I had imagined our first kiss but that doesn’t matter as I can just recreate that idea another day. Right now her body is reacting to ever little move of my hands and my lips and it’s heaven beneath me. 

“I love you too.” She gasps out as we pull away for air and all control I have snaps. I’m picking her up by her thighs and slamming her against the nearest wall, groaning as she complies by wrapping her legs around my waist and yanking me into a kiss dirtier than I ever thought she had in her. My scalp twinges with pain but it just adds to the moment, thinking I might be hallucinating because she’s here, kissing me back with just as much heat and want.

I don’t want to do more than just make out at the moment as I have been waiting months to even get this far and I’m not ruining it by rushing her and making her think I want a quick fuck. It means I’m having to pull my lips away from hers, a chuckle rumbling in my chest when she tries to follow my lips with hers. She’s letting her head fall back against the wall, looking utterly ruined with her hair a mess, the hat lost somewhere between here and there and her lips shining and kiss swollen and we haven’t even done anything yet. This woman is going to kill me. 

That’s when two figures walk past and I shield Y/N’s body from whoever it is but it’s just Tommy and Maria heading home. Tommy meets my gaze, raising at eyebrow as he catches a glimpse of Y/N.

“Oi! Get a room!”

“Fuck you too Tommy!” 

[sugarywishes]

Considering the age they grew up in, I figured I may as well ask: What were the Afton Family's favourite movies & video games of the era? Naturally I'm mostly asking around the 80's, although I will be happy to hear about how they changed as time went on (and games in particular improved) as well...

I think the only ones who would even enjoy video games are the kids, Clara and William seem too 'old school' to understand them 💀💀, but anyway, on with the questions! Answers below as usual.

I'm gonna mix things around and start with Evan! I can definitely see him as an animated movie enjoyer, so I think Disney and Warner Bros and other such studios would be his favorites (although most of the stuff the companies put out during the time kinda stinked...sorry about the poor catalog of choices Evan) His favorite animated movie would probably be Cinderella, he totally understands her. For live action movies, he has a lot less options since the movies around his time were a bit scarier than the ones we have today. I guess I can see him liking the Muppets movies? It's the only franchise I can think of that wouldn't scare him with special effects or violence or anything like that. (I'm not too well versed in any media that's not from my time lmao, any suggestions would help) He prefers the world of animated TV shows than he does movies, Fredbear and Friends was his favorite, but he enjoyed others as well!

For video games, I don't see him playing them a lot actually. William probably disapproves of his kids messing around with video games so he doesn't let them near them (despite the fact that his restaurant had an arcade, of course the kids would get access to them bro!) Evan I think would like Pac Man! Very generic 80s video game I know, but tons of kids loved it, including him! Maybe he would also play Pole Position and Galaca? Or Frogger or Circus?? I dunno, just think of any tame/kid-ish and kinda repetive games, and Evan would probably like them.

Okay now moving onto his brother (pre bite, I'm gonna start clarifying which version of Mike I'll be talking about from now on since pre bite and post bite Mike are basically two different people personality wise) Mikey is *COOL* and *EDGY* and *NOT A BABY!!* So you can expect his favorites to be pretty intense! He is a huge action and horror fan (he kinda forced himself to like horror in an attempt to look cooler for his friends) I think Halloween, Carrie, The Outsiders and Night of The Living Dead would be his top picks, maybe also Star Wars, but he'd rather die than let anyone know he liked the movies. For Post-Bite Michael, he only watched, you guessed it, The Immortal And The Restless! It brought him a little bit of comfort when uh...everything was going on, he developed a big interest in romance movies (if only he had a romance himself...) But as time went by (yk post scoop when he was stuck indoors for a while) he just started watching *whatever* to pass his miserable days, he basically became a couch potato for a little bit.

Okay so um now to video games, Post-Bite Mike didn't play video games at all after that, but pre-bite Mike, that's a whole nother story! This man was on the gaming grind, from Wizards of Wor to Space Invaders to Robotron to...whatever video games were popular with teens at the time I suppose! (He tried begging his mom to let him keep an arcade machine in his room, but he already had a TV in there, why would he need more?) (And plus there was like no room in there)

Onto Elizabeth! She had a collection of "girl" movies she owned like The Last Unicorn and Grease (she would've died for HSM if it came out during the 70s/80s) and things like that (although she usually preferred going outdoors than she did watching movies and stuff, so her collection would just collect dust mkst of the time, unless Evan wanted to watch some of it, which he did!) Her favorite movie was probably between Footloose or E.T (wow, those are some choices girl, she probably likes E.T because Charlie really liked it) She also enjoys a plethora of animated movies and TV too, if she knew what anime was back then she would've been an avid Candy Candy and Rose of Versailles fan, she liked drama too okay? (As a matter of fact Mike probably developed his like of drama because of her)

For video games, I don't think she would play a lot of those. She did her best to obey her father's rules so she stayed away from them as best as she could (One day she got to play Dragon's Lair with Charlie and Mike, she really enjoyed it because of the visuals!) But I guess she has no favorite because she didn't play them at all.

Now onto Clara, her favorite types of movies were drama and tragedies, her favorite movie was Eyes Without a Face (I think it would count as a horror movie but I don't really consider it one tbh) and maybe Family Secrets? It reminded her a lot of her old family and she sometimes imagines that maybe she'd be able to reconcile with them one day (Well, that never happened!) But she also enjoyed artsy movies, she just understood them to a deeper level than most would. As I said before, she did not play video games because she didn't care to.

Now finally, William. I see him as the kind of guy to not even watch movies or TV shows. He is straight up BORINGGG. (He will of course watch anything Evan asks him to watch with him, for the sake of his dearest son 🤧) I know there are people who headcanon him to like horror movies because they're violent and scary and he's also violent and scary, but I personally think he finds horror movies weird and annoying. (Nothing can compare to true murder and fear in his eyes) The closest thing to a favorite movie (genre) are 'humanoid object possession' movies (by humanoid object I mean like dolls or mannequins or wax figures, stuff like that) it reminds him of a few certain possessed robots...

He doesn't like video games because he absolutely sucks ass at them.

[aestariiwilderness]

BB Season 3 Thoughts, Part II, since this is apparently a thing I'm doing at the moment *SPOILERS*

For the new episode. I have already forgotten what it's called. Aside from "The One Where Omega & Crosshair Become Hustlers"

So, from what I'm seeing from this, Crosshair is most relaxed and content (a) in an inversely proportional relationship to the aggravation of the people around him; bonus points if he is causing the aggravation and (b) when someone else -- ANYONE ELSE -- is in charge. Up to and including small blond civilian. That's when he can snark the most at the people soldiering on under the actual responsibility (see: Hunter, Rex), footloose and fancy-free in the knowledge that even when the plan goes wrong, it won't be His Fault. This is, objectively, hilarious. ("Smoker-Coded Angst Man Manifesting As the Physical Representation of a Hard-Bitten Hedgehog Perfectly Happy Being Smoker-Coded Angst Man: Film at Eleven"; "Younger Sibling Most Fulfilled In Life When Criticizing Older Siblings' Plans While Bringing Absolutely Nothing to the Table").

The extent to which he is taking this in "Life Changing Field Trip with Little Sister Less Than Half My Height" is both hilarious and concerning. (Seriously. Is there brain damage here? Is he just that determined to Not Be Making the Decisions? No wonder he identified so hard with the Empire, the man can't seem to function without an overlord to be bitter about).

Omega is setting her sights too low. JUST letting all the animals free? JUST helping Gregor? JUST helping Hera's parents? With a squad of elite commandos (who were also, when they met her, cocky nine-year-old morons with blasters and mild superpowers, I will grant you that) wrapped around her little finger against their better judgment, she could have pointed them at the Emperor by now and BANG. The next thing you know, through the power of plot, family, and completely unhinged clone shenanigans? Palpatine is a smoking pile of nerf nuggets, someone's lost a limb, Omega's hanging from the Senate Dome, and we're still retrieving Hunter after he accidentally grappled onto a passing speeder and got dragged three planetary blocks downtown.

Omega, having just survived prison, a prison escape, and a violent crashlanding into a planet that actually seems to be the geographical equivalent of Crosshair himself, flying high on step 45.7a of this escape "plan": wait we need the navicomputer so we can go back and rescue all the other prisoners! Crosshair (who was on step 2: survive?? Maybe?? Why is there a dog behind my seat??): what

Crosshair's biggest complaint with Omega's leadership: you're wasting my murder skills! Rampart wouldn't do this to me

Omega's first idea for a moral, peaceful resolution: um. Gambling. I've done it before and earned lots! (Crosshair, frantically rearranging everything he knows about his brothers in his head: you've what)

Omega's second idea for a moral, semi-peaceful resolution: RELEASE THE KRAKEN

Baby Goggles Victorian Street Urchin Child (which Crosshair was totally 100% down with beating into the ground at the slightest provocation, which is also 100% in character)

Omega, morphing into Hunter after five minutes with Crosshair in a mildly snarky mood: STOW IT

Omega, ship thief master. Han Solo wishes he had what she has

Scottish?? Imperial Officer??

All the clones. They're all so homeschooled

Crosshair, wearing a soft quilted jacket instead of the black gothic armor caked with blood his soul naturally craves: ugh mom why

Oh, don't even with this ominous music and Wrecker not smiling. Please. Pull the other one, it's got bells on. Is being miffed at Crosshair a rational reaction? Absolutely. Would they be in this mess without his, uh, everything? No, they wouldn't. Is being suspicious of Crosshair a rational reaction? Yes, and VERY HEALTHY TOO. Do I want them to be mad at him? 100% with this garbage man. Which is why it will be very hard to convince me that in the next episode, actual marshmallow Wrecker and currently-held-together-with-string-and-duct-tape Hunter aren't going to take one look at Crosshair, missing-stray-cat-with-one-ear-and-no-redeeming-qualities, and burst into tears.

[discobrainrot]

PERCEPTION (Hearing) [Trivial: Success] - Uh-oh...

1. What do you mean by "uh-oh"? What's happening?

PERCEPTION (Hearing) - Footsteps. Heavy, thudding, angry footsteps are heading your way.

ESPRIT DE CORPS - The sound of RCM-issue boots against the Old Silk Mill's floor is unmistakable. Only one person in the building can make his brisk walk sound intimidating from across the bullpen. Satellite Officer Vicquemare is headed your way, and he is not pleased.

COMPOSURE - I don't mean to alarm you, Harry, but you might want to put on your best "I'm Innocent!" face. Fast.

1. [Composure - Formidable] Keep it together, man. 2. [Drama - Impossible] Feign absolute innocence. 3. [Esprit De Corps - Godly] Why is Jean mad? 4. Just let it happen. He'll fill you in.

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Godly: Failure] - Where to start? Since you returned from sick leave, you haven't submitted your paperwork on time. Your desk is a mess. You lost his pen the other day...

1. Okay, I think I get it...

ESPRIT DE CORPS - ...You chew your lunch at an alarming decibel. You remembered how he takes his coffee, but not anything else about him. You're closer to Lieutenant Kitsuragi than him these days. You can't figure out what's wrong. God, the list goes on and on, Detective.

DAMAGED MORALE (-1)

LOGIC - No time to worry about it now. He's at your desk, and he does not look happy.

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "Is this your idea of a joke, Shitkid?" He growls, slamming his RCM issue ledger on your desk. A flurry of loose papers drifts up as he does, emphasizing the sorry state of your desk.

1. "I have no idea what you're talking about."  2. "Yeah! Pretty funny, right? Just like old times! ... Right?" 3. [Logic - Challenging] Figure out why Jean is mad, for real, this time.

LOGIC [Challenging: Success] - You open Jean's ledger, flipping through forms and case files.

VICQUEMARE'S LEDGER - Most of the names are familiar. You and Kim have helped him work on some of the more recent ones.

EMPATHY [Impossible: Failure] - Is he upset that you're working with Kim? You thought he didn't want to work with you anymore.

PERCEPTION (Sight) - No -- look, there! On the most recent closed case!

VICQUEMARE'S LEDGER - Jean's most recently closed case (THE FOOTLOOSE FIGHTER) stands apart from the rest. Not only because of the exceptional detective work he demonstrated but because of a small addition to the first page. A yellow sticker in the shape of a star, no more than 1.5cm x 1.5cm, has been placed on the top right-hand corner. The words "Good Job!" are printed in the centre.

HALF LIGHT - He thinks you put it there to demean him.

1. What?! Why?

LOGIC - Because when you complete a task, you get a sticker. Either dispensed by lieutenant Kitsuragi or yourself.

ENCYCLOPEDIA - This is based on the concept of positive reinforcement. After displaying the desired behaviour, you're exposed to positive stimuli. Several varieties of positive reinforcement exist, including natural reinforcers, token reinforcers, social reinforcers, and tangible reinforcers.

VOLITION - As it stands, you receive star stickers of various colours with phrases such as "Good Job!" and "Great Work!" and "Wow!" when you complete your paperwork, drink enough water, eat on your lunch break, and a variety of other tasks.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - It's not as fun as speed and booze, but I'll take all the damn dopamine I can get.

EMPATHY - As you look up to meet Jean's eyes, there's no question about his feelings. The pockmarked skin of his cheeks is practically glowing red from rage and embarrassment.

PAIN THRESHOLD - He doesn't like that you need these infantile rewards to do the bare minimum. The assumption that he needs them as well? It's more than he can take.

1. But I didn't put the sticker there!

DRAMA - He's not likely to believe that, ssssire.

1. [Rhetoric - Impossible] Explain that you didn't give him the sticker. 2. [Suggestion - Godly] Calm him down. 3. [Half Light - Medium] Lean into it and make fun of him. 4. [Composure - Legendary] Keep your cool and brush it off.

RHETORIC [Impossible: Failure] - Oh, god, Harry, there's nothing you can say to make this better. But, thankfully, it seems like someone's coming to your rescue.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Khm. Officers." At some point, while you were withering under Jean's glare, Kim arrived at your desk. "What--"

OFFICER JEAN VICQUEMARE - "I'll tell you what's going on!" He snaps before Kim can get the whole question out. "Shitkid over here decided if he has to go back to fucking kindergarten, the rest of us are going with him! Isn't that right, Harry?"

YOU - "Jean--"

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "Don't you Jean, me." He points a finger in your face, hissing through gritted teeth. "You think everything's a big joke, don't you? Well, let me tell you, I--"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Officer Vicquemare." Kim cuts him off, holding up a gloved hand.

PERCEPTION (Sight) [Challenging: Success] - The tips of the lieutenant's ears are turning red.

KIM KITSURAGI - "I... Think I understand what this is about. I-- Khm-- I apologize."

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "You don't have to go around cleaning up Shitkid's messes, Kitsuragi."

KIM KITSURAGI - "I'm not 'cleaning up' after detective Du Bois." He sighs, taking off his glasses to clean them.

VISUAL CALCULUS - They're already exceptionally clean.

KIM KITSURAGI - "This is about the sticker in your ledger, isn't it?" Having spent enough time dawdling on the left lens, he moves on to polishing the right. "He didn't put it there. I did."

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "...What?" The reaction is delayed, as though he's trying to parse a hidden meaning to the lieutenant's words.

1. "... What?" 2. "See, Jean! I was trying to tell you I didn't do it!" 3. Say nothing.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Khm. Yes, well..." Donning his glasses again, Kim looks just about anywhere except in Jean's direction. "I... overheard you the other day saying that you felt unappreciated."

CONCEPTUALIZATION - He's summarizing quite a bit. You were also privy to the tail end of Jean's self-deprecating muttering. It's a little concerning how little he thinks of himself - and that's coming from you.

KIM KITSURAGI - "I assumed that a more... overt display of recognition would be unwelcome. I see now that I overstepped professional boundaries - it won't happen again."

1. [Rhetoric - Formidable] Back Kim up. 2. [Half Light - Trivial] Throw Kim under the bus. 3. [Esprit De Corps - Challenging] What's Jean feeling?

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Challenging: Success] - Officer Vicquemare is an experienced officer and resourceful man. The RCM is lucky to have him. You are fortunate to have him. He can count the number of times someone told him those things on the one hand.

ESPRIT DE CORPS - In short, he doesn't know what to feel.

1. [Rhetoric - Formidable] Back Kim up. 2. [Half Light - Trivial] Throw Kim under the bus. 3. [Esprit De Corps - Challenging] What's Jean feeling?

RHETORIC [Formidable: Success] - This is difficult for me to say, but… Words won't be as effective as actions in this instance.

1. Give Jean a pat on the back. 2. Punch Jean's shoulder (gently). 3. Hand Jean his ledger.

JEAN VICQUEMARE - He opens and closes his mouth, unsure what to say to either of you. Looking between his ledger and Kim, he eventually decides to take it from your hand.

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "It's... alright." He mutters. "Your heart was in the right place. I'm uh..."

JEAN VICQUEMARE - The look he gives you borders on horrified.

1. "Don't worry about it, Jean." 2. "Oh, this'll be good! Apologize. Make it worth my time." 3. Say nothing.

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "Good. I won't." He stiffens, steeling himself behind the bulwark of rage. "I--I have more important things to be doing! Get back to work, Shitkid."

KIM KITSURAGI - Once Jean retreats to his desk, Kim practically collapses at yours. His gloved hands cover his ever-reddening ears, and he lets out a groan only you can hear.

KIM KITSURAGI - "I can't believe I did that." He mutters, looking almost as ashamed as Jean.

COMPOSURE - The lieutenant keeps his shit together with far, far more grace than Jean.

1. "What are you talking about? I thought it was sweet!" 2. "Yeah, Kim, you shit the bed." 3. [Empathy - Challenging] Peek at what Jean is doing.

EMPATHY [Challenging: Success] - Jean sits at his desk across the bullpen. His cheeks are still flushed despite his best attempts to temper himself. 

ESPRIT DE CORPS - He can't focus right now. Instead, he runs his fingers over a little yellow sticker on the top right hand of his paperwork. 

EMPATHY - It's not a jab, but he won't be able to believe it. Not yet. But this is a step in the right direction. 

INLAND EMPIRE - One day, a day closer than any of you realize, he'll start to believe that people do care about him. The road from there is long and fraught with pitfalls and setbacks. 

VOLITION - You know that better than most.

INLAND EMPIRE - But you'll be there. And so will Kim. Your time in this world is limited, and you're more intent on making the best of it now than ever. 

1. "I think you did the right thing, Kim." 

KIM KITSURAGI - He looks up from your desk, eyebrow raised (but not yet to the level of psionic control).

1. "Trust me. I he needed to see people believe in him. Especially someone like you."

KIM KITSURAGI - He looks over his shoulder to Jean's desk, taking a long moment to silently observe him. 

EMPATHY - He doesn't know Jean like you once did, but he trusts you. 

KIM KITSURAGI - "...Fine. But I think I'll limit my sticker-giving to you and Officers McLaine and Torson."

1. "That sounds fa--Wait! Since when did Mack and Torso get stickers?!"

KIM KITSURAGI - He heaves a deep, long-suffering sigh that you know is more for comedic effect than anything else. As Jean looks up across the room, he doesn't notice the hint of a smile pulling at his lips. 

[earthshine-moon]

(The reasoning for the order is below the cut)

I started this playlist a few months ago and I’ve kept it private on Spotify while I sorted it all out but now it’s ready to be unleashed in to the world.

So, Merlin fans, I present to you:

Songs I Think The Knights of Camelot Would Love

(This also includes Merlin because he was one of the knights even if it was never made official. Fight me)

Anyway. On to the reason for the order.

There are 8 sections. One for each of the knights and one for songs I think more than one of them would love

I’ve listed them below in the order that they are in on the playlist

Arthur’s section:

CAN’T STOP THE FEELING - Justin Timberlake

to

King - Olly Alexander (Years & Years)

Merlin’s section:

Anything But - Hozier

to

Piano Man - Billy Joel

Lancelot’s section:

Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos

to

You Give Me Something - James Morrison

Gwaine’s section:

Uh Huh - Jade Bird

to

Born To Be Wild - Steppenwolf

Leon’s section:

All On My Mind - Anderson East

to

Cold As Ice - Foreigner

Elyan’s section:

Canned Heat - Jamiroquai

to

Love Flow - Marcus & Martinus

Percival’s section:

Footloose - Kenny Loggins

to

Acceptable in the 80s - Calvin Harris

More than one:

For this one, I’ve put the names of the characters I think would love it next to each song (this is in the same order as the playlist too, for convenience)

Bloodstream (Lancelot & Merlin)

Strangers (Lancelot & Merlin)

A Girl Like You (Leon & Lancelot)

Mr Brightside (all)

The River (Lancelot, Merlin & Leon)

Evergreen (Lancelot & Merlin)

Let’s Get It Started (Arthur & Elyan)

September (all)

Shake It Off (Arthur & Percival)

Get Lucky (Arthur & Elyan)

Don’t Worry (all)

Just Can’t Get Enough (Arthur & Elyan)

Higher Love (Percival, Arthur & Lancelot)

I Can’t Dance (Percival & Gwaine)

Easy Lover (all)

West End Girls (Percival & Leon)

Maria (Percival & Gwaine)

Run To You (Percival & Gwaine)

You’re The Voice (Arthur & Merlin) couldn’t resist

The Boys Are Back In Town (all) again, couldn’t resist

Waiting For A Girl Like You (Lancelot, Percival & Leon)

Lola (Percival & Gwaine)

Down Under (Percival & Leon)

Are You Ready For Love? (Percival & Elyan)

Africa (Lancelot & Percival)

Lowdown (all)

Devil Woman (Percival & Leon)

Beast of Burden (Gwaine, Percival & Leon)

Tadow (Elyan & Lancelot)

Love It If We Made It (Lancelot & Leon)

Sing It Back (Percival & Elyan)

[maxverstappensflatbrim]

Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [10]

chapter ten, act two: anobrain

masterlist

March 16th 2013

“You okay?”

She looks up from where she’s sat on the floor of the tent in front of the mirror trying to plait her hair, but with the different layers and lengths she’s finding it too hard.

“Yeah.”

“Crazy morning.”

She shrugs, “Grew up in the valleys, not the worst I’ve seen.”

Matty crosses his legs and sits beside her on the floor, watching her hands work, until she’s groaning in frustration as it all unravels again.

“G!”

“Hmm?”

He looks up from his laptop where he’s sat across the little tent, “Can you do it again please?”

He nods, moving the beanbag to sit behind her and plait her hair for her, “Is uh, that guy playing here today?” Matty asks.

“Caleb?”

He nods and she shakes her head, “He’s got a gig in uh, Oklahoma, I think, Don’t know.”

Matty nods, “You guys gonna go on another date?”

She chuckles, “Wasn’t a date.”

“Does he know that?”

She looks up to catch his eye in the mirror, “Yes, he lost a bet, owed me a drink, that's all.”

“Yeah,” George adds, “They didn’t even exchange numbers.”

Matty’s brows raise, “Why not? He clearly wanted a shag.”

George grins at her, “See?” He turns his head towards Matty, “That’s what I told her.”

“Yeah, well, we had a drink, he’s left, that’s it.”

“That’s it?”

She doesn't answer him, does not give in, even as he leans a little closer, “That’s it.” He shrugs, “Besides, I’m not into drummers.”

She gets up, patting George on the head and he frowns a little at her.

“What even happened last night?” She starts asking, “And why was I naked?”

George giggles to himself, “You pissed yourself.”

“What?”

He laughs, “On the way home, couple of us were walking home and you and Matty were behind us messin’ around, recreating some stupid movie scenes. Pretty sure you were doing the whole footloose dance scene at one point. Then next thing we know you’re lying on the floor laughing so hard that you’d pissed yourself.”

She blushes shaking her head and Matty giggles, “You refused to walk on further in wet clothes, wouldn’t wear my jeans because ‘of the textures’-”

“I have sensory issues.” She defends. Ignoring George’s whisper of ‘you have undiagnosed autism’.

“-So the only thing you would wear was my boxers, I had to strip in the middle of nowhere, on an open road.”

“Then when we finally got in you asked Ross to help you get your t-shirt on because it was all twisted around and he just ripped it off.”

“Yeah, you tried to fight him then cause you said it was your favourite bed top.”

Ross, who’s just entered, nods, “You have a very sturdy punch.”

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March 19th 2013  

“Welcome to Wisconsin, babe.”

George grins, swinging one arm over Adam’s shoulder and another over Matty’s as they step into the large hall for the first show of their American tour.

“Wow… it’s, uh, big.” Adam says looking around at the venue.

“Ha,” Ross chuckles, resting his elbow on Tommie’s head, “That’s what she said.”

She shoves him in the ribs, both of them giggling like teenagers as they walk on forward with their guitars in hand.

“Think this is our biggest gig?”

“Nah?” She shakes her head, “See the crowd in Texas?” She asks sarcastically.

“Mhmm,” Adam hums, “All twenty four of them.”

“Please,” She says, nudging him, “There were at least twenty seven in that tent.”

Ross nods, “Not including the three that left early.”

“Or the guy that got escorted out for calling Roddy a fag.” She adds, said man smiling sarcastically at the reminder. 

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March 23rd 2013

“New York.”

Matty shakes his head, putting on an accent as he repeats the words back to her a few times.

“The Big Apple.” She says after he’s finished.

“Can we go walk around Central Park? Ooh, and go to the Yankee Stadium, ooh, and-”

Matty’s cut off by a yellow cab almost running him over, Adam’s hand wrapped around his collar to tug him back onto the pavement.

“Okay, so, the traffic lights are different here.”

“Very.” Tommie agrees watching the little white flashing man on the screen. “To Central Park?”

“To central park.” Matty echoes.

“Can’t we go have food first?” Ross complains, walking behind them, “I’m starving.”

“Aw, but, it’s Central Park, guys, come on.” Matty complains, clutching onto Adam’s shoulders and shaking them violently. 

“How about us two go ahead, while you two get food. We’ll message George, let him know where we’re going.”

“Alright, but you know, it’s New York,” Adam says, looking at them both sternly, “Stay together and be careful.”

“Yes, mam.”

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“You know,” Tommie begins, clutching tightly onto Matty’s arm when a biker rides a little too close by, “I’d love to move here. When we get stinkin’ rich and famous I’m gonna buy a small apartment here. Maybe in a really rough neighbourhood, with a fire escape where all you hear is shouting and sirens. Just like every movie about New York.”

“Really?” Matty asks, “Not overlooking Central Park and all the natural beauty?”

“Nah,” She shrugs, “I’ll live by a train station and it’ll be so close to my apartment it will rattle. And after the first few times I’ll have to strategically place all my little trinkets so they don’t fall and break.”

“Ooh, tell me more.”

She smiles to herself, “There’ll be one of those New York-Italian run Pizzarieras on the same street, like two buildings down.” She decides, “And I’ll make friends with the local crackhead that sleeps on the steps to the apartment building. I’ll ride the subway around all the time, and watch baseball games in the Yankee Stadium, and go on long walks around the city with only the rats being what I have to worry about, because I’ll confidently believe I could fight off any mugger or murder who might take a chance on me.”

“Thought you hated the city.”

“I hate cities in England.” 

She corrects and he nods, a smile on his face and a fake apology leaving his lips as he randomly lifts their hands to twirl her about. “But I thought you and your plant mother would want to live close to nature. How about this?” He suggests, gesturing to one of the large fancy looking apartments above them, “You’ll live up there, you’ll have actual drinkable tap water, and the only noise you’ll hear from around will be the birds. You’ll get up every morning and take a stroll through here, you’ll visit the museum, and won’t have to worry about fighting any one off ‘cause you’ll be safe.”

“That sounds boring.” She shrugs, hand shoved into her pocket, his still clutched tightly inside.

“Besides,” She gestures around them with her other hand, pointing out the greenery around them, “This place is like a zoo… like sea world, for trees.” She gestures to a group of tourists who are taking pictures of the trees, “It’s just a place for people to come and look at trees to act like they’ve accomplished something great. Just like they do when they see an orca or dolphin in sea world. It’s cruel.”

“They’re trees.”

She hums, “In a huge city full of pollution.”

“You’re very poetic today.”

She shrugs, “I’m poetic everyday, just nobody listens to me.”

“I listen.”

She looks up, catching his eye as they walk on and then looks back to the path ahead of her, “When you want to, Roddy, when you want to.”

“I think I’m quite a good listener, actually.”

“Hmm,” She hums, then turns to him, “Remember that formula one driver I was telling you about this morning?”

“Vettel.”

“Good guess but no, Alonso, you remember what I was saying about him?”

“Y-Yeah, you said, that he uh, is one of your favourites and deserves a win.”

“I actually talked about Coulthard, and said I can’t stand him.”

“Right.”

“Good listening.”

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