#inspired by 'man! i feel like a woman!' by shania twain

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

queer signalling: louis and harry living their beautiful queer lives, collected by me

since we must take note of our fellow queers when they signal that they are very much one of us, despite being closeted. since i've had a very very queer few years thanks to them, thanks to their signalling, thanks to them being brave.

(!! this list isn't exhaustive, and if i've forgotten your favorite, by all means let me know. there's always room for another edition. it's been a while since i made a compilation and felt there was a need of a new one on my blog. this one goes a few years back, since my last one dates from 2021 :'o. so yeah. here we go.)

harry in my policeman, playing a closeted queer man, based on the book that's long been one of his favorites. lauded by the director and co-stars for how well he portrayed this character, how well he understood.

harry wearing a green flower on his chest for the mp premiere, placing himself (once again) in the same line of history as oscar wilde.

louis's green flowers on his initial 28clothing jersey at the first afhf, which includes bonus roses and 28s all around

the entire late night talking mv bc!!!!!

louis's rainbow stage lights during sibwawc. he really did that. every single night.

the entire dazed magazine happening. “I’ve always tried to compartmentalise my personal life and my working life,” he explains. / “I have unlocked an ability to be myself completely, unapologetically,” he says with conviction." / “I think through my own sense of self and personal journey, I am realising that happiness isn’t this kind of end state.”

louis's gay exit songs: most notably 'ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn't've)'

harry flirting with stanley tucci

louis and his gay ass tank tops !!! we must point it out !!!!!!

all along

harry kissing a pride flag during harry's house ono in nyc

rainbow flare during the btm mv

harry being gifted a mask of his own face at munich n2, which prompted him to say that he feels like he's wearing a mask sometimes

28 in a triangle for 28clothing!!!!!!!!

kit connor soft launching 28 clothing. a young actor starring in a queer coming-of-age series, who was forced to come out after being accused of queerbaiting. he was the first one, besides louis, to wear 28clothing

harry's grammy's speech "people like me" (which ppl sadly misunderstood), echoing what he's been saying on tour for years. this doesn't happen to people like him. if they only knew, right?

harry's freddie-inspired outfit for the grammy carpet (which also brought back his theme for clown/jester fits, like harryween 2021 n2. wonder why)

louis's merch graphic where a boy is trying to smash a glass ceiling

harry posing for david hockney, actual living legend, gay artist of the ages. "Styles seems to know how lucky he is, adding, with a tinge of disbelief: “I’m in awe of the man with enough one-liners for a lifetime.” As to what those one-liners might be? Styles and Hockney’s mutual silence on that question suggests that what happens in the studio, stays in the studio."

louis having suspicious visuals during back to you, the only visuals of that type on tour

harry's 2022 harryween outfit: dressed as danny (literally. he did that. he went grease on us.) but wearing sandy's jacket

louis at barricade aka held safely in the arms of strong security personnel

harry singing man, i feel like a woman and still the one with shania twain. while wearing a rainbow discoball jumpsuit (parallel with kacey musgraves wearing a rainbow dress to sing it with him years ago.)

louis's gay ass merch for the away from home festival

harry dressed in nina ricci by harris reed, an explicitly gender-fluid line. "At 18 I found myself living in london creating ruffle blouses, corsets, fabric flowers and flares from my kitchen floor (...). My creations at the time were met with nothing but criticism for being “too feminine” or “costume”, teachers said I should focus on “menswear” or “womenswear”. l remember it really wasn’t until I started dressing for myself and who I was that it all clicked. @harrystyles was my first ever client who embraced the fun, fluid and expressive clothing I was creating."

continuous bluegreening. to name a few: harry's werchter fit, all this time lights, satellite caps in two colors only, louis's smiley flickering bluegreen on tour in 2022, the james cordon shit, louis in uncasville. enjoy this post here

harry's snl shoot unseens: him as ariel

louis out in amsterdam at a gay bar

harry going to the women's only swimming pond (on a day it was open for men, but this is important to me okay)

harry's use of orchids in his visuals during 'she' during love on tour '23

the 'hairy mermaid' tour visuals

harry as a mermaid during the mfasr mv. as a supreme physical manifestation of harry as the mermaid he truly is inside. but in his true form he gets chopped up and consumed. literally

as it was mv and its parallels with the matrix, hints to harry as the woman with the red dress.

louis jumping up on barricade against the one spot where a pride flag was draped over it

oh yeah that exact same thing happened in 2022 too

harry forming a skirt with a pride flag in brasil after his pants ripped

that gay ass denim getup with the fur collar?? while wearing the fucking peace ring????

harry and phoebe breaking gender norms in the tpwk mv dance. no i'm not over it yet shut up

louis wearing a basquiat t-shirt, another famously queer artist joining the ranks

harry bought an actual genuine basquiat. flex

harry dressed in skirts for gucci

"happy pride! happy pride! 'tis the season! can you tell i'm relaxed?"

"isn't all of this sparkly bi music?"

satellite mv rainbow planet tshirt

louis's bigger than me promo where he's literally george michael like??? IM SORRY???????

harry kissing lewis capaldi at the brits

harry kissing nick kroll at the dwd premiere. lol

and... harry as friend of D O R O T H Y. sang over the rainbow. we all cried. especially me at this clip of harry glancing in relief at his band after over the rainbow.

[blogdeepbelieverbouquetworld]

Doctor Who actor David Tennant and her Radio 2 successor Scott Mills are among the stars celebrating Zoe Ball as she presents her final Breakfast Show.

Later, former Doctor Who actor Tennant said: “Hello Zoe, Dame Zoe Ball, David Tennant here in London. You’ve been so amazing over the last six years.

“Oh my Lord, the country’s going to miss you, the best person to have breakfast with.

“Thank you for letting me come on to your show multiple times and annoy you.

“Who can forget when you forced me to do a dramatic reading of Man! I Feel Like A Woman! into the very eyes of Shania Twain herself.

“I certainly can’t forget it, indeed, neither can Shania. She loved it, she sent me a hat inspired by that moment.

“Come on, let’s have three big karaoke belters for the final 7.33 (song feature), come on, Zoe. Love you Zoe Ball, bye.”

She replied: “Love you David Tennant, oh that’s so brilliant David, so much love to you and your family. Merry, merry Christmas to you all.”

[the-doctors-tardis]

David Tennant sent a message to his friend Zoe Ball as she hosted her very last Breakfast Show on Radio 2 this morning.

He said: "Hello Zoe, Dame Zoe Ball, David Tennant here in London. You've been so amazing over the last six years. 0h my Lord, the country's going to miss you, the best person to have breakfast with.

"Thank you for letting me come on to your show multiple times and annoy you.

"Who can forget when you forced me to do a

dramatic reading of Man! I Feel Like A Woman! into the very eyes of Shania Twain herself.

"I certainly can't forget it, indeed, neither can Shania.

She loved it, she sent me a hat inspired by that moment.

"Come on, let's have three big karaoke belters for the final 7.33 (song feature), come on, Zoe. Love you Zoe Ball, bye."

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

All fics are 18+ ONLY unless otherwise noted | W*ncest Adjacent™

SERIES

*at least three parts or chapters

And Then There Were Three - Winchester brothers x original female character

Summary: Natalie and Dean are in a “not serious” relationship until one night, she and Sam take a step that will change things forever.

Warnings/tags: 18+ONLY, rough sex, squirting, anal sex, butt plug, bondage, dirty talk, orgasm control, double penetration, polyamory, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 13,500

The Kinda Girl You Like - Winchester brothers x original female character

Summary: After Sam reveals to Sofie his sub that he likes to watch, she decides that they should act on it. Then he tells her what exactly it is that he likes to watch…

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sub-sharing, bondage, rimming, the jockey is my favorite sex position, dirty talk, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 6,500

Where Is My Shiny Gun? -  Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Summary: canon divergent - Sam finds himself in a quandary when he realizes he has feelings for Donna by way of the obvious mutual attraction between her and Dean.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, Sam is kinky, Dean is adorable, so is Donna, Dean likes to give Donna massages, Sam directing while masturbating, brief spanking + breast slapping, brief knife play - no blood, W*ncest adjacent

Word Count: 7,800

ONE-SHOTS

A Fight For Love & Glory - Winchesters x you (female)

Summary: You’re struck by sex pollen, so Sam and Dean agree to help you out.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex pollen, feelings of guilt, ass play, dirty talk, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 2K

Fall Away Into - Dean Winchester x Ruby 2.0 x female reader (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Prompt: “Dean x reader x Ruby 2.0 with Sam watching from the corner.”

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY drug-induced sex, OOC Dean, mff spit roast, use of the word bitch during sex, rough sex, hate sex, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 530

Get Down, Make Love - Winchester brothers x original female character

Summary: Steph decides to cut loose and push the envelope with her favorite fellow hunters.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, hot tubbing, drunk sex (consensual), dirty talk, mfm spitroast, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 3,200

The Prerogative To Have A Little Fun - Donna Hanscum x Jody Mills x Winchester brothers (kinda)

Prompt: Donna’s visiting Jody for the weekend and the boys swing by on their way home from a hunt. Dean mows the lawn, Sam fixes a leaky shower head, Dean makes dinner, and they both do the dishes. Meanwhile, the ladies sit back and enjoy the domestic display.

Warnings/tags: mature, men doing manly things, inspired by Shania Twain’s song “Man! I Feel Like A Woman”, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 950

Wait Till My Brother Gets Home - Winchester brothers x female reader

Summary: She wants to lose control.

Warnings/tags: 18+ Only, rough sex, hair pulling, mfm spit roast, bruising and chafing during sex, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 2,450

[bebepac]

Six Sentence Sunday 05.21.23 / Mood Music Monday

I have a new obsession peeps.  I am watching this series called FROM currently, and it  has all my senses tingling.  Talking to some friends I have realized, 1. I like shows set in small towns where weird stuff is happening. 2. If the people are trapped in said town and there is spooky, weird or supernatural stuff going on, or something that just can’t be explained, I’m all about that life.   And From tickles my fancy,  watch it be cancelled tomorrow, as this tends to happen with all of my weird favorited shows.  

Work has been crazy, but just recently in the past few days, even though work is still insane,  I’ve been inspired to write, even though my whole day is spent typing for  my job.  Go figure.  

So here’s amazingly what i’ve posted in the last little bit:

The Life of Riley: Book Two:  Garden Party Photo  Op

The Rotten Apple 🍎:  The Last Part: 

Original post: 05/21/23 at 7:52PM EST.

Here’s what I have in the pipeline 

This one is a surprise.  It came to me after I had a conversation with @angelasscribbles about Drake.  

It could be honestly seen as a prequel to my fic with If Only For The Night

The Book:  TRR Mood Music Monday Submission:  That Don’t Impress Me Much by Shania Twain The Moments In Between Pairings:  None:  TRR MC is single Status:  Still in the writing process, nearly complete!

To be honest, I wasn’t even surprised about how the trip was going being in Lythikos for Olivia’s tribute to Prince Liam.  The room she put me in was basically a refurbished broom closet, dinner was served to my table cold with portions of the entree missing.  But what struck me and what did surprise me is that Liam didn’t notice, and never checked up on us, supposedly his true blue friends were all sitting at the neglected table and he didn’t even glance in our direction the whole evening,  

And not to mention….the kiss. He let her kiss him in front of the whole court. He genuinely appeared surprised when it happened, but everyone at the table, all their eyes were trained on me for a response.  I mean honestly, what could I say?  Prince Liam is not my boyfriend, I’m a suitor in this game we’re all playing.  I am competing for a man that at this point has no true allegiance to me.

Nonchalantly I shrugged my shoulders.  “She went for it.  You know, she doesn’t usually get this much individual time with the Prince, so I can’t fault her for shooting her shot.”  

“You’re a lot calmer than I thought you would be, Brooks.”  

“I mean, these so-called 'noble' royals have been showing me who they are this whole time, I’d be a fool not to believe them.”  

“You deserve a drink Brooks,  meet up with me later, and we’ll find where the good stuff you like is stored in this keep.”  

“I really might have to take you up on that.”  

Liam finally cornered me for a brief moment, as I stood on the balcony letting the cool wind revitalize me.  

“Are you angry with me for what happened?”

“No.”  

“I thought you might be.”  

“How can I Liam? you haven’t so much as stated any intentions you have for me, or of any feelings you might feel for me because you say, you can’t.  You have a duty to your people and I get that.  But don’t forget, all of us are “your people, and we are getting mistreated by some of these people that are supposed to be the “Nobility.”

Mood Music Monday Submission:  This Woman’s Work by Kate Bush Final Chapter: The Wedding The Book: TRH Series:  The Rotten Apple 🍎 Pairings:  Elle x Nico (Eleanor x M!OC) Status:  Still in the writing process

The family was sitting at the table eating breakfast when there was an urgent knock to the door.

“I wonder who that could be this early?”

“You’re not expecting anyone?”

“No.” Nico wiped his mouth with his napkin and rose from the table, as Tomas  immediately headed towards the door behind Nico.

“Should we be concerned?”  Liberty asked.  

“I don’t think so, it’s probably nothing.”

A few moments later Nico and Tomas returned with one more gentleman in tow.

"Liberty you have a guest, Michail has come to see you. Apparently you told him you were leaving today, he wanted to make sure he saw you before you left."

“Hello Liberty.”  

Elle wanted to laugh at the side eye her father was giving poor Michail.

“Hi Michail.” She had never heard her sister’s voice sound so giddy before. 

Liberty gasped immediately reaching for her hair.

"You look perfect Libby," Elle whispered to her sister. Now Elle felt the way her sister had felt; she was the matchmaker.  "Go say hello to him."

She watched her sister smiling and talking to her young gentleman caller who had brought her a bouquet of hand picked flowers, that Liberty didn't mind in the least. There was a light flush to her cheeks.

Elle smiled walking up to the two of them.

"Is your guest staying for breakfast?"

She didn't wait for him to answer in true Mama K fashion.

"I'll fix you a plate. And I'll put these in water. Nico please get a chair for Libby's guest."

"Thank you."

Chapter 5: Moonlight Rendevous The Series:  The Blue Honey Cafe The Book: TRR Pairings: TRR MC is single Status:  Still in the writing process

He sat down on the blanket with Riley placing the popcorn between the two of them.  

“I’m glad you could come over here for a bit Mason, to sit here with me.”  

“Me too.”  

Mason tried not to read too much into it, but as the movie went on Riley seemed to inch closer to him.  She was so close to him that he could smell  the perfume of her body and the scent of her shampoo in her hair.  

After the movie,  Mason helped Riley pick up her things and fold her blanket.  

“I had a great time with you Riley.”

“Me too Mason.   I loved the movie. They definitely left it open for a sequel. What did you think of the movie?”

“She did a lot of terrible stuff.  But I don’t know why, I still want her to be happy.”

“Because she’s not all bad. She felt guilt and remorse.”

“Exactly……. Well this is awkward.”  

“What’s wrong?”

“The food truck, my ride is gone, therefore I have no way to get back to the restaurant and my vehicle.”  

“I’ll take you.”

“Thanks Riley, that's nice of you.”

Mason carried all her stuff to the car for her.        

“Hey I know, you’re depending on me to get back to your car, but I was wondering if  you felt up for doing something else for a little bit.  I mean we’re already out, and we both said we need to be more social.”

“What did you have in mind?”  

“Okay hear me out.. I’ve always wanted to go to this place.”

“Wheelz?!?!?!  This used to be my favorite place as a kid.  I had several birthday parties here. Midnight skating slaps.”

“But you said this was your favorite place as a kid?”

“Kids can be teenagers too.”

“Are you good at skating?”

“I am great at skating, are you Riley?”  

“Yes, I wouldn’t have mentioned this place if I couldn’t.  I’m not trying to embarrass myself.  But I wanted to have someone to go with. I don’t have a date, so would you maybe be my plus one?”

“Yes. I’d be honored to be your plus one Riley Brooks.”

[1997thebracket]

Round 1F

Comet Hale-Bopp: It’s the Great Comet, Charlie Brown! Comet Hale-Bopp, lesser known as C/1995 O1, was one of the most famous and widely observed comets of the 20th century. It was discovered independently by two astronomers, Alan Hale and Thomas Bopp, in July 1995. It’s difficult to predict the maximum brightness of new comets with certainty, but Hale–Bopp exceeded most predictions when it passed perihelion on April 1, 1997. It was visible to the naked eye for a record 18 months, due to its massive nucleus size; this is twice as long as the Great Comet of 1811, the previous record holder. Accordingly, Hale–Bopp was dubbed the Great Comet of 1997. Comet Hale-Bopp provided valuable insights into the composition and behavior of comets and inspired a great deal of scientific and public interest, and its appearance had a significant cultural impact, with many people organizing comet-watching parties and producing art and literature about the cosmic spectacle.

Shania Twain’s Come On Over: Man! I feel like a woman! Come On Over is Shania Twain’s third country-pop album released in 1997. Featuring hits You're Still the One, That Don't Impress Me Much, the titular Come On Over and more, the album helped Twain break into the mainstream music scene, with her crossover success transcending genres. Writing alongside her then-husband and producer, her goal was to create a conversational album reflective of her desires and beliefs, resulting in an album centered on love and empowerment with a backdrop of humor. Propped up by infectious melodies and Twain's charismatic voice, the album left an indelible mark on the country music and broader pop music industry on 1997: with over 40 million copies sold worldwide, Come On Over was recognized by Guinness World Records as the biggest-selling studio album of all time by a solo female artist, and it's one of the best-selling albums in music history.

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Top Canadian Female Singers: Rising Stars and Legends

Canada has produced some of the most influential voices in the music industry, especially in the realm of female singers. From legendary artists who have defined entire eras to rising stars making waves on the global stage, Canadian female singers have consistently brought a unique blend of talent, authenticity, and passion.

In this blog, we will explore legendary figures and the up-and-coming talents in the Canadian music scene, spotlighting their contributions and impact.

Canadian Female Singers: Icons and Trailblazers

When discussing Canadian female singers, it's impossible not to mention the trailblazers who laid the foundation for today's music industry. These icons have achieved international acclaim and have significantly influenced multiple generations of artists.

Celine Dion: The Voice of a Generation

Celine Dion is a name synonymous with vocal excellence. Born in Charlemagne, Quebec, she has been one of the most influential Canadian female singers ever. Her rise to global fame began after winning the 1988 Eurovision Song Contest. Since then, Dion has released numerous chart-topping albums, including the best-selling album "Falling into You," which earned her Grammy Awards.

Known for her powerful ballads like “My Heart Will Go On” and “Because You Loved Me,” Dion’s contribution to music extends beyond just her vocal prowess. She became a role model for countless aspiring singers worldwide, cementing her place as one of history's greatest Canadian female singers.

Shania Twain: Queen of Country-Pop

Shania Twain redefined the country music genre by blending it with pop elements, creating a unique sound resonating with audiences globally. Born in Windsor, Ontario, Twain’s album Come on Over remains the best-selling studio album of all time by a female artist. With hits like “Man! I Feel like a Woman!” and “You’re Still the One,” Twain became a global sensation and one of the top-selling Canadian female singers ever. Her impact on country music and pop culture has made her an icon, particularly for young female artists who dream of breaking genre boundaries.

Joni Mitchell: Folk Music Pioneer

Another name that stands out among Canadian female singers is Joni Mitchell. A prolific singer-songwriter from Fort Macleod, Alberta, Mitchell has influenced generations of artists with her unique blend of folk, jazz, and pop music. Her introspective lyrics, combined with her unconventional musical arrangements, set her apart from her contemporaries. Songs like “Big Yellow Taxi” and “A Case of You” have become timeless classics.

Mitchell’s music has earned her critical acclaim and influenced countless artists, including Madonna, Prince, and Taylor Swift. As a trailblazer in folk music, Joni Mitchell's legacy continues to inspire emerging Canadian female singers.

Rising Stars: The Next Generation of Canadian Female Singers

While the legends have paved the way, a new wave of Canadian female singers is capturing the hearts of fans worldwide. These rising stars bring fresh perspectives and sounds, contributing to the ever-evolving Canadian music landscape.

Alessia Cara: A Voice for the Youth

Alessia Cara, hailing from Brampton, Ontario, has quickly become one of her generation's most notable Canadian female singers. Her breakout hit “Here,” released in 2015, resonated with listeners who appreciated her candidness and reliability. Cara is a role model for young fans because of her music, which frequently tackles topics like mental health and self-esteem.

She is well-known for her beautiful voice and thoughtful lyrics. Her song “Scars to Your Beautiful” became an anthem for body positivity and self-acceptance. With several accolades, including a Grammy Award for Best New Artist, Alessia Cara represents the next wave of Canadian female singers making a global impact.

Jessie Reyez: Raw Emotion and Storytelling

Another rising star among Canadian female singers is Jessie Reyez. Born in Toronto, Reyez’s music is deeply personal, often drawing from her experiences of heartbreak, resilience, and empowerment. Her debut single, “Figures,” received widespread acclaim for its raw emotion and vulnerability.

Reyez has since collaborated with prominent artists such as Eminem and Beyoncé, proving her versatility and talent. With a unique voice and unapologetic approach to storytelling, Reyez is making waves in Canada and worldwide.

Charlotte Cardin: A Blend of Genres

Montreal-born Charlotte Cardin is one of the most exciting Canadian female singers in recent years. Cardin has carved out a unique space in the music industry by blending pop, jazz, and electronic elements. Her debut album Phoenix was well-received, with critics praising her versatility and lyrical depth.

Songs like “Meaningless” and “Daddy” showcase her ability to tackle complex emotions quickly. With a promising career ahead, Cardin is poised to become one of the following big names in the world of Canadian female singers.

Tate McRae: Rising Pop Sensation

At just 21 years old, Calgary-born Tate McRae has taken the music world by storm. Her viral hit “You Broke Me First” put her on the map, gaining millions of streams worldwide. McRae’s music blends pop with elements of R&B and electronic; creating a sound that resonates with younger audiences.

As one of the most promising young Canadian female singers, McRae has been featured on several “artists to watch” lists, and her growing fan base suggests that she is only getting started.

The Impact of Canadian Female Singers Globally

Canadian female singers have profoundly impacted the global music scene, not only through their chart-topping hits but also by influencing the next generation of artists. From the emotional ballads of Celine Dion to the genre-defying music of Shania Twain and the introspective lyrics of Alessia Cara, these artists have shown that Canadian talent knows no bounds.

The new wave of Canadian female singers, including Jessie Reyez, Charlotte Cardin, and Tate McRae, continues this legacy, bringing fresh perspectives and new sounds to the world stage.

These singers have also been instrumental in promoting critical social causes, such as mental health, body positivity, and women's empowerment. Their music often serves as a platform to discuss and raise awareness of these issues, further enhancing their impact on Canadian and international audiences.

Conclusion

Canada has long been a fertile ground for musical talent, and Canadian female singers have played an essential role in shaping the industry. From legendary figures like Celine Dion, Shania Twain, and Joni Mitchell to rising stars like Alessia Cara, Jessie Reyez, Charlotte Cardin, and Tate McRae, these artists continue to break barriers and set new standards in the world of music. Their influence extends far beyond Canada’s borders, proving that Canadian talent is a force to be reckoned with.

We may anticipate seeing even more Canadian female singers becoming well-known as the music business develops, continuing the tradition of their forebears while bringing fresh sounds and narratives. Whether they are legends or newcomers, these artists have made and will continue to make, a lasting impact on the global music scene.

FAQs

1. Who is the most famous Canadian female singer?

Celine Dion is regarded as the most famous Canadian female singer due to her global success and iconic voice.

2. Which Canadian female singers are famous today?

Rising stars like Alessia Cara, Jessie Reyez, Charlotte Cardin, and Tate McRae are among the most popular Canadian female singers today.

3. Who is the wealthiest Canadian female singer?

Shania Twain is among the wealthiest Canadian female singers, thanks to her record-breaking album sales and successful career.

4. What genre of music do Canadian female singers perform?

Canadian female singers perform in various genres, including pop, country, folk, jazz, and R&B.

5. How have Canadian female singers influenced the music industry?

Canadian female singers have shaped the music industry through their innovative sounds, emotional lyrics, and global influence, paving the way for future generations.

[redahlia-writes]

Hi 😊 hope you’re having a good day so far!

I have the following asks for the writing ask game: 🍄 🐠 and 🌿. Not forgetting 🐥 of course

@thelightsandtheroses

hi sweets! thank you <3 same goes out for you

🍄 name a song that represents your mc

oh this is hard — for lamia (sorry, baby) it's probably man! i feel like a woman by shania twain; for camila (you make loving fun) maybe edge of seventeen by stevie nicks; the reader in lover, you should've come over is based on a few songs from the grace album by jeff buckley. i feel like i could go on for ages 🥹 i make playlists in my head for each character i write tbh, so if there's one specifically you want to ask about go ahead!

🐠 author who inspires you

mary oliver. whenever i'm stuck on something i always go back to upstream

🌿 who is your favourite character you've ever written?

that's like asking me who my favourite child is. ouch. i love them all equally, but, that being said, kara'vhipir from the rockrose and the thistle/wild blue yonder was probably the one i enjoyed writing the most

ask me!

[techdex]

Shania Twain was 'standing up for herself' with Man! I Feel Like a Woman

https://echoingwalls.com/blog/shania-twain-was-standing-up-for-herself-with-man-i-feel-like-a-woman/

Shania Twain was 'standing up for herself' with Man! I Feel Like a Woman

Shania Twain was “standing up for herself” when she wrote ‘Man! I Feel Like a Woman’ and explains the inspiration behind her most famous song. …

[ironmandeficiency]

feelin’ like a woman

pairing: hardcase / reader

word count: 4322

summary:  you’re desperate to go somewhere where proper conduct isn’t expected, and you perk up at hearing about a clone-friendly bar called 79’s. fox gets protective over you and his worry only increases when the object of your affections is a member of the five-oh-first.

warnings: implied smut, the reader and hardcase are thirsty af, that along with the drinking makes me think rated m is most accurate for this fic

“come on, padme! i need someone to come with me!”

“you seem to forget that i’m painted on the sides of several of their ships, any clone would pick me out from a crowd just as quickly as my husband could.”

“then let them enjoy a night with the highly esteemed senator fighting for their rights as people!”

“that’s why you’re going, is it not?”

you groan in defeat, flopping onto padme’s bed theatrically. that was the exact opposite of why you were going. you were indeed an avid fighter for the rights of the clones, but you didn’t have the notoriety that padme did. no, you were planning on going to 79’s to let loose and drink people under the table without shame and have enough fun to satiate future boredom at the upcoming senator’s gala.

“you can have a disguise, or claim to be a body double for the former queen of naboo!”

padme rolled her eyes at the idea. “any member of the coruscant guard will see through that immediately. and speaking of, aren’t you going to need one of those disguises you’re so keen on making me wear?”

“nah, i’m not as popular as you, my friend. i don’t think i’ll be picked out as quick as you would be, or even at all.”

“but i’ve heard that anakin and his men have returned from their last campaign. surely some of their men would recognize you after your rescue from separatist lines a few months ago.”

“lucky for me that the men in blue aren’t snitches.”

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you were mostly right about not being widely known.

fox, when he saw you in a dress much tighter and shorter than anything he’s ever seen you wear, nearly had a stroke. at first he tried to blame the glass of unknown substance shoved into his hand by someone in the 327th for making him hallucinate stewjon’s senator wearing a scandalous dress while drinking at a clone bar. then he heard your voice when you asked for stewjoni scotch, and he knew for certain it was you.

his steps were fast and wide as he approached you, a hand gripping your arm almost vice-like to keep you from pulling away. “senator, what do you think you’re doing here?!” he spoke through clenched teeth akin to the way parents chastised their children in public.

“what i’m doing, foxy boy,” you smirk as the bartender sets the bottle and two glasses before you, “is getting shitfaced.” he filled both glasses, extending one towards the commander of the coruscant guard. he didn’t pick up the glass (which you expected) so you picked up yours, clinking the transparisteel against his chestplate with a wry smile.

fox does not approve of this, not at all. but he loosens his grip slightly because he’s aware of how that could possibly be twisted against him if the wrong person saw him. “do you have any idea how dangerous it is for you to be here, senator? you could have been murdered or kidnapped on the trip here, and a drunken senator would be quite easy to take advantage of after half a bottle of this scotch.”

he was worried about you, which was really sweet of the overworked commander (although quite unfounded because you were surrounded by soldiers of the republic, you’d be fine). you had enough faith in their morals to know if anyone got too handsy, clone or otherwise, one of them would defend your honor.

“my friend, you seem to forget that i was born and raised around this stuff,” you raised the drink to your lips and downed it in record time as you continued. “it might as well be in my blood at this point, foxy. but could you do me a favor and refrain from exposing my position? it’ll ruin my chances of any fun, and that would mean i’d have to leave the relative safety of dozens of soldiers.”

fox was resigned to his fate. you did have a fair point, he can monitor (protect) you much better when in a clone-friendly bar than he could in a place where he wasn’t even allowed inside because of his clone status. guess you were staying here.

“well not every brother in here has the same respect for women, sena-“ he cuts himself off and is unsure of how to address you without the title. fox was rightly worried about addressing you by your name. names were near-sacred to him and his brothers, and they held the same power to those in high positions of power like you were. would you be comfortable trusting him with something so precious as a name?

you pick up on his trepidation and immediately give him permission to call you by your first name (again), your other hand grabbing the untouched scotch and downing it with practiced speed. it isn’t like you haven’t been friends with fox since the first time he was assigned to float with your protection team, and you trusted him with your life. he wouldn’t take it lightly and most definitely would be professional whenever decorum was called for.

“alright y/n,” fox’s mouth wrapped around your name with calculated hesitance, almost doubting whether you had even given him permission in the first place. “from now until tomorrow, or as long as we’re in this bar, i’ll only address you as y/n, a random civvie that came to drink with a few soldiers.” the second time he spoke your name it was with a bit more confidence and a twinge of humor.

you brought a hand to the bar top with two rapid hits, drawing the attention of the bartender. the man took the hint and refilled the glasses in front of you both. before he could walk away, you grabbed one of them and gently slammed it back onto the bar, the bartender once again refilling it with the amber liquid.

it was almost comical, the way fox’s eyebrows shot up at the speed with which you took the third helping of scotch. “oh i’m here to do a lot more than drink, my friend,” you grin widely and rest an arm on his shoulder. “i’m here to party!”

the words had been out of your mouth for mere seconds when a clone with blue paint on his armor and inked onto his face approached your right side that was unoccupied by your favorite member of the coruscant guard.

the geometric blue on his armor clearly distinguished him as five-oh-first material, but you had never met this particular soldier before. he had a wild side to him, that much was obvious with the loud confidence he used when he invited you to hang out with him and his group toward the back.

there were a couple familiar faces occupying the booth he gestured to and you grinned at the sight of a cog-headed man downing a shot of something purple. it had been too long since you had seen jesse and co. and you figured that since you were here to party, who better to do it with than some of the rowdiest clones in the gar?

this was another thing fox didn’t like, and the list seemed to only be growing. many of the men under rex’s command had a well-known reputation for being something far less than tame. the idea of his friend (apparently you considered him a friend and it would only be fair of him to do the same since he was now given permission to do so) getting “shitfaced” with the loud men worried him.

they were vode, there was no reason for him to fear for your safety.

your manicured hand came to pat his cheek with affection, bidding him a farewell and directions to find you if he needed you. the other trooper grinned as he offered his hand, lacing his fingers with yours as he guided you to where his closest brothers sat.

fox grabbed the remaining glass of scotch and downed it the same way you had. it was gonna be a long night.

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when hardcase returned to the booth with you as his plus one, every head turned (echo and rex choked on their drinks as well) once they identified you.

“jesse! long time no see!”

“y/n! wouldn’t have pegged you for a 79’s kind’a girl, good to see ya!”

“senator y/n! you look stunning as always!”

“why thank you fives, but you know that flattery won’t get your hands anywhere closer to where you wanna put ‘em.”

laughter bounded from everyone around hardcase as you slid into the booth next to jesse, your interlaced hand pulling him next to you.

he was stunned. he had just invited a senator to his table with that much confidence and she actually followed him? a senator?! that knew his brothers?! how did she recognize fives and jesse (and presumably everyone else) in the first place?! part of him hoped the honorific was an inside joke he wasn’t privy to but common sense paired with the way echo and rex choked at the sight of you told him that you actually held that title.

it didn’t take a genius to know where exactly fives wanted his hands to go and the fact you didn’t lose your shit at the implications had hardcase reeling. what kind of senator were you? apparently a fun one, if the finesse you held when downing the scotch earlier held any weight to the idea.

“you know me too well, gorgeous.”

“knowing you at all is too much for anyone, fives.”

your laugh at echo’s snarky comment was loud and without inhibition and hardcase loved it. you were a breath of fresh air, something warm and bright amidst the murky, choking cloud that was the war and he wanted you to stay next to him as long as you were willing.

kix returned to the booth loaded down with drinks and was pleasantly surprised to see you laughing it up with hardcase and the others at something said that (what he correctly guessed) was at fives’s expense. you greeted the medic with a grin, quickly extending a hand towards him that he quickly filled with a brown bottle.

before you could open it and take a sip, jesse gently nudged your side with an elbow. an eyebrow quirked up as he gestured to his bottle and then to yours, and you quickly understood what he wanted to do.

“you’re on, jess.”

everyone else at the table (minus hardcase and tup, the only other man at the table you didn’t know prior to tonight) knew what was going to happen now. with an amused sigh, kix resigned himself to having to deal with an insanely drunk jesse later tonight as the latter opened his bottle and set it in front of him, waiting for the countdown. being the designated vodsitter was a necessary nuisance because they clearly couldn’t be trusted to get themselves back to the barracks safely.

fives began the countdown at three, a hand smacking the table with each number before shouting “go!” you and jesse quickly snatched your drinks from the tabletop and began chugging at a speed hardcase hadn’t seen a civvie (well, non-clone) drink with.

hardcase couldn’t help his eyes from wandering down your body as a couple drops escaped the corner of your lips, slowly making a path down your exposed neck and chest and disappearing into your dress. there had never a been a time he wished he was a tiny droplet of beer, but tonight had him thinking that he’d be content with such an existence if it guaranteed him gliding down your body the way your beer did.

damn his mind was weird sometimes.

he was pulled from his thoughts at a victory yell emitting from your throat, an empty bottle banging against the table. jesse’s head was in his hands, a playful groan making itself known at his now apparent loss.

you beat jesse?! he was the champion!

guess not anymore.

you playfully half-bowed at the cheers of the rest of the table’s occupants before wiping the corner of your mouth with a thumb. what he didn’t expect was the way you licked the tiny bit of beer away from the tip, or the way he felt something stir in his abdomen at the sight of your tongue flicking out for a brief second. did you know you had this affect on him?

conversation came back for a few minutes, everyone joking around and having a great time. you were going on about something to do with the ryloth senator’s bothersome lack of ability to shut up when you cut yourself off mid-sentence, seeming to notice something the others didn’t.

“y/n, what-“

you hold a finger up to silence him and after another couple seconds, your eyes light up at the familiar tune beginning to play from the music box in the corner by the dance floor.

“hardcase, move your ass! i love this song!” he quickly does as you ask, secretly relishing the way it feels when you lightly push him out. what would your hands feel like on him without his pesky armor in the way?

you’re barely out of the booth when a female waitress approaches you with another brown bottle the same as the one you finished off a while earlier.

“the three gentlemen from the three-twenty-seventh enjoyed your little show earlier, wanted to see if you’d do it again.” you could hear the eye roll in her voice, seeming a bit bothered for you at the gall the men she pointed to had.

you shot her a sympathetic smile before sending a flirty wink towards the men who bought you the drink, taking it from her hands with a flourish. she seemed to visibly relax when you were nonchalant about the whole thing, turning to go back to work.

if they wanted a show, they’d get one.

it took a tiny hop on your part to get yourself sitting on the table, being careful to avoid spilling the drinks of your blue-painted friends. you crossed one leg over the other as you sent a small salute with the bottle toward the table before bringing it to your lips. the liquid sent a warm burning sensation to your throat, and you tilted your head back with an almost seductive elegance.

another couple drops escaped your lips and followed a path similar to the prior bottle’s contents, and hardcase was once again enraptured at the sight. when the bottle was empty, you hopped off the table and set the bottle down. now that you had a few drinks in you and a great song was playing through the bar, it was time to dance.

hungry eyes burned into your body as you made your way to the dance floor. you knew there were a couple five-oh-first boys eyeing you as well as the three men who gifted you the last drink. disguising your curiosity as a flirty twirl to the song, you spun and took a head count of your admirers.

at least eight soldiers’ eyes were glued to you, the men having varying motives as to why you had their attention.

fox was casually nursing another glass of scotch at the bar but that nonchalance didn’t fool you. if you gave even the tiniest indication that you were less than comfortable with something, the guardsman would immediately come to your aid. it was the calculated calm that one would see in predators in the wild and you were thankful fox was on your side.

you didn’t pay much mind to the three-twenty-seventh members that sent the second bottle your way outside of knowing that they were watching you. the battalion was familiar to you only by name and paint color, and you weren’t looking to get chummy with men from a group whose commanding officer you weren’t well acquainted with.

tup, who you had discovered was the youngest of the blue men group you were drinking with tonight, was in absolute awe. he’d seen plenty of women who were able to fake a confidence like yours, but yours wasn’t even the slightest bit artificial. your name has popped up among the men with stories of how you were shooting down clankers right along with the five-oh-first during your rescue from seppie space. the fact you were as wild as the stories led him to believe was startling and quite validating.

most of your blue-clad companions were watching your departure the same way they’d watch a commando kick ass: with excitement and barely-contained anticipation. it was entertainment to them. they knew that you knew about the lingering eyes on you. you were just playing the part of the naive but sexy party girl that wanted nothing more than to drink and dance.

what you pretended to want was mostly true, but you had a more concrete goal in mind now than you did when you first arrived: your new goal was to jump the bones of a certain tatted heavy gunner.

a blind man could see the heart eyes hardcase has been throwing at you since he approached you at the bar. the trooper was everything but subtle in his enthusiasm to please you. the lust in his eyes as they roamed your body reminded you of the drought you’d been stuck in for far too long, senator work not leaving much time for the finer pleasures life has to offer the bold.

there was a tall and vibrant pitcher of water in blue paint that you hoped would be more than willing to flood your desert later tonight. maybe if you played your cards right and made your intentions known things would go your way.

only one way to find out.

among the cards was a little extra sway to your hips as you walked and a half-spin, urging him to follow you to the dance floor with a wink.

his brothers were encouraging him to get up and go, but he was suddenly nervous about you for the first time tonight. did you really want to dance with him? he didn’t think so. you were absolutely phenomenal and he wasn’t even an arc trooper, what would you want with him?

doubts were shoved away from his head when you went back to the booth and pulled him from his seat, a wide smile gracing your features. fives, tup, echo, and jesse drunkenly hollered in celebration of his good fortune as you laced a hand in one of his and he swore to the maker that he could never forget the way your hand felt in his.

once you found a prime spot on the floor, you turned to face hardcase and pulled him closer to you. your hands made their way to the nape of his neck and your hips began to sway. the trooper took the hint and his hands moved down your body and came to rest comfortably on your waist.

did all clones have such large hands? if so, how did you not notice that pleasant physical feature earlier? more importantly, would they feel as large as they did now when spreading you open for him before absolutely railing you the way you hoped he would?

the song continued and with it went what little structure your dancing had. hardcase was right on board with it, the two of you dancing like fools just enjoying each other’s company. you laughed as he playfully twirled you out of the blue and wow, his smile is dazzling. he was laughing right along with you and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make him more attractive than he already was.

then he pulled you closer, chest flush with his. callused hands returned to your body and traveled lower and lower, one resting on your ass while the other pressed into the small of your back. his eyes became softer as he lowered his head, whispering a question of consent, whether it was okay for his hands to have gone so far down your figure.

it was endearing you even more to the mirthful soldier and if you weren’t careful- oh who were you kidding? you were too far gone to contemplate what it meant for you to have something so intimate with a trooper and frankly, you didn’t care now the same way you wouldn’t in the morning.

he was flesh and blood and dazzling smiles and playful jokes, and you wanted to continue being the reason he smiled so wide. you had half a mind to send a holopic of your lips on hardcase’s to the longneck senator burtoni just to piss her off because look at this man, he was spectacular and you dared anyone to imply that he was anything less.

you were snapped back to the man in front of you when his hand kneaded your ass in the most heavenly way possible, not even bothering to conceal the soft moan that worked its way out of your throat. there was no way hardcase didn’t hear it, not with how he tensed for just a brief moment before doing it again with both hands just to see what you’d do.

another moan added emphasis to your growing arousal, slightly louder than the last one but still quiet enough that the dancing strangers on almost every side couldn’t hear.

hardcase grinned like a loth-cat at the sound. he couldn’t believe his night was going so wonderfully and for a brief, blissful moment he forgot that he’d have to leave 79’s before the end of the night and in three days’ time, return to the front lines.

the harsh slap of reality obliterated what little jitters and anxiety he had about you on the spot. he tightened his hold on you before asking for permission to kiss you the way he’d wanted to since you sat down next to him.

the reply you granted him was simple enough and got the point across with zero chance for it to be twisted the way some fellow senators would twist the words of themselves and others. honesty and openness were rare in politics but they were abundant when hardcase was this close to you, and they only grew in size as your lips collided with his.

you could taste the beer on his tongue and something else you didn’t recognize that had you hungry for more. it was sweet and strong and distinctly hardcase and oh fierfek, if his mouth was this good right now, imagine how skilled it’d be when-

rough kneading elicited another moan that wasn’t as private as the others, your mind storing away the humorous sight of a couple veering their path away from you and hardcase’s affection in thinly veiled disgust.

“is there somewhere we can go for a bit more privacy?” the aroused timbre of his voice was something you weren’t prepared for and if he hadn’t been holding you so tight against him, you were confident in the assumption you’d have melted to the spot.

but the implications didn’t lose their intended effect; in fact, quite the opposite. you pulled him in for another kiss and this time, decided to push yourself against the codpiece of his armour, see how he’d respond.

there was something almost primal in the noise he made and you were desperate to hear it again. you repeated the motion and received the same response, deciding to answer the pressing question he posed as he relished in the pressure you were giving him. “i can get us into a hotel in the middle levels where no one would know me, see what happens from there.”

the confidence in his next words struck you like lightning. “i think we both know what’s gonna happen from there, sweetheart.” his lips began setting a path along your jaw and down your neck, pausing only to lightly bite the soft skin resting above your collarbone.

“what are we waiting for, then?”

hardcase’s tongue lapped at the spot his teeth just released for a moment before lifting his eyes to yours. “a cab to get us the kriff outta here.”

he (almost unwillingly) detached himself from your body and intertwined his fingers with yours, smiling as you guide each other towards the exit and right by your former table. as predicted by hardcase, his vode that were still conscious drunkenly shouted their congratulations and reminders about protection.

you laughed right along with them for a moment, bidding them a good night and safe trip home.

before getting to the bar doors you paused. fox would want to know that you were safe, and you’d feel immensely guilty for letting your friend needlessly worry. scanning the bar, he wasn’t at his previous spot and you cursed for a moment before finding another trooper with red paint, telling them to pass along a message.

they nodded and turned to do so, at which point you pulled hardcase closer to you and emerged from the doors hand in hand.

a speeder cab nearly passed you up, jerking to a stop at the loud whistle of hardcase. another thing his mouth could do. interesting.

the cabbie asked where you wanted to go, your answer sounding almost out of breath since hardcase thought that mid-conversation was the perfect time to slide his hands up the exposed skin of your thigh. never had you been grateful for the solid divider that isolated cabbie from passenger before this moment.

at the end of the night, you both had predictions turn into truths; hardcase was correct in guessing what exactly would transpire between the two of you, and his hands did feel as large as you hoped they would as he split you open with calculated ministrations before nailing you to the hotel bed.

[battleshot]

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[minefield-of-a-ninja]

Voyeurism + Exhibitionism

Combat Baby - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: canon divergent - Dean’s sweet, but Jo likes him nasty

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, brief name-calling, exhibitionism, role play, squirting

Words: IN PROGRESS

Fall Away Into - Dean Winchester x Ruby 2.0 x female reader (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Prompt: “Dean x reader x Ruby 2.0 with Sam watching from the corner.”

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY drug-induced sex, OOC Dean, mff spit roast, use of the word bitch during sex, rough sex, hate sex, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 480

The Prerogative To Have A Little Fun - Donna Hanscum x Jody Mills x Winchester brothers (kinda)

Prompt: Donna’s visiting Jody for the weekend and the boys swing by on their way home from a hunt. Dean mows the lawn, Sam fixes a leaky shower head, Dean makes dinner, and they both do the dishes. Meanwhile, the ladies sit back and enjoy the domestic display.

Warnings/tags: mature, men doing manly things, inspired by Shania Twain’s song “Man! I Feel Like A Woman”, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 950

When We Fall Then We’ll Know Each Other - Dean Winchester x Benny Lafitte (voyeur Castiel)

Prompt: “There’s nothing wrong with women, but a woman can’t hold you down and fuck you like I can.” 

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, cum and spit as lube, anal sex, voyeurism

Words: 1,330

Where Is My Shiny Gun? -  Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Summary: canon divergent - Sam finds himself in a quandary when he realizes he has feelings for Donna by way of the obvious mutual attraction between her and Dean.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, Sam is kinky, Dean is adorable, so is Donna, Dean likes to give Donna massages, Sam directing while masturbating, brief spanking + breast slapping, brief knife play - no blood, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 7,800

[shewhodancedinthemoonlight]

Friday Faves: The One About Girl Power

When I was a little girl, my family would always go to Italy.

We used to go to the same holiday home every year, so whenever I think of “home”, this house pops into my mind as well. As my brother and I grew older, my parents would rent the top apartment which had a balcony from which you could see the lake, but as long as we were little ones, we’d always be on the ground floor which had a small little terrace with a plastic table and chairs.

There was a little gate you had to open to go out into the street. I think it had a little latch which you had to pull rather energetically, so for a three-year-old, it was quite the task to open and close it.

I was obsessed with this gate.

Since it was far away from the street, it was safe for me to open and close it to my heart’s content. And the reason I think I did this so often was because of what my parents told me.

They used to say I can open it because I’ve got girl power.

I was talking to a friend about this the other day and I said to her, “You know, most of the cartoons and animes I used to watch as a kid had male protagonists. And, often, there were female characters whose purpose it was to be saved by the guy or to be his love interest.

But when I was reenacting these cartoons with my brother, I never felt like I’d have to stay back while he fought the bad guys. I was playing the hero just as much, if not more often, than he was.”

She agreed with me, saying that she never felt like she had to play the damsel in distress with her older brothers either, and we wondered why that was, and eventually agreed that it must have been because we were never discouraged from playing heroines.

I also think it goes back to the little Italian gate.

For the past year, I’ve been learning about gender equality a lot. I wrote my final paper in university about gender hegemony in the BBC’S Sherlock, and I think I’ve never engaged as much with any other topic. It was an intense, very rewarding time of studying.

As yesterday was International Women’s Day, I was thinking about gender and female empowerment a lot. And this is not going to be a story about how repressed I feel by the patriarchy, because I do realise how privileged I am. I’m a white, cisgendered woman who is lucky enough to live in one of the richest countries of the world. And even though there are still a lot of things that could improve, I recognise the privilege I’ve grown up with.

Opening and closing the gate is one of these privileges. I thought long and hard about my parents telling me  that it was my “girl power” that helped me open the little door. Not power, girl power specifically.

I don’t think they’re aware that this is such an empowering thing for me today, that they didn’t say, “You can’t open this, you’re not strong enough.” Or, “Let me open this instead.” They said, “You’ve got girl power, you can do this.”

It’s a small thing, something that may seem insignificant for anyone who doesn’t connect this to my memories of being in my Italian home. But having learnt so much about feminism and post-feminism these past few months, it makes me incredibly happy that I have this... knowledge. That girl power to me never was something less, but something brilliant.

And I wish that every girl, every woman in the history of humanity from now on never has to feel like she is worth less.

Obviously, it’s a very long way to go still. In the meantime, it’s important that we join forces, that we continue speaking out, that we celebrate female empowerment. I do this today by listening to one of my favourite songs. And I’ll think of mini-me back in Italy on the other side of the gate that she’d opened herself, not knowing that the reason she felt so proud was that she, man, felt like a woman.

[cevans-is-classic]

Moment Twenty Four

For @xoxoloverb Happy Holidays beautiful!!

18 + only, please. Adult content below, adult language, me using my playlist as inspiration.

Moments with Sebastian

Seb is here and My Masterlist is here!

It’d been raining. That was how your day started, a jog that was cut short by rain that the weather channel promised wouldn't hit until the next day. You stopped inside a cafe to get some water and a muffin and someone bumped into you, knocking you against the door; hard. That’d been easy to get over, but then you stepped on something as you got into the train and it made you slip into someone with bad body odor who stood in front of you the whole time, arm up, just right there — in your face. 

So, yeah, this morning sucked. 

The only thing that had kept you going was knowing you’d be heading to Seb’s place that evening. You’d been spending more and more time at his place, snuggling into his couch, comfort melting you against him at night, the warmth of knowing you were welcome anytime, any day and you’d felt the same freedom with him in your space. 

It was new. 

It made the hard days easier to handle, the night when you couldn’t sleep, couldn’t focus, or needed to be around someone that made you feel safe. 

You loved him. 

The trudge up his stairs was your least favorite moment of going to his place, especially with wet shoes and goosebumps crawling up your arms and down your spine. It was getting colder — you needed to wear warmer jogging gear and, maybe, pay better attention to the weather and not just the news. 

Your shoes squelched as you pulled them off and dropped your socks on them along with your soaking yoga pants. You needed to bring them to the laundry room — finding Seb felt more important; the nerves twisting your stomach leading you through the front room and up the stairs. 

You’d heard the music when you opened the door, a muffled beat, and thudding which had to have been Seb moving around. He listened to music when he cleaned, loud, running through his playlist over and over until he moved on to the next task and swapped the playlist to keep himself going. 

It was enduring.

“-The girls need a break tonight, we’re gonna take the chance to get out on the town we don’t need romance-” He mumbled the next line, bopping his head left to right, his hips twisted as he rearranged the contents on the nightstand, lifting the lamp to wipe it down, “-oh, oh, oh, really wild, yeah, doin’ it in style-” He pulled the comforter back up the bed; you noticed he’d changed the sheet and switched out pillow cases. 

You watched the line of his back, the bunch of muscle when he lifted the duster to his lips as a mic. His wrist flicking, forearms flexing, “Man, I feel like a woman!” 

That had him spinning on the balls of his feet, swinging his hips as he did so. His eyes were closed performing the song, singing along with his whole heart and soul; it was the cutest damn thing you’d ever seen in your whole life. 

Here was a man known for playing the twisted characters, a man who portrayed a tortured soldier, a cannibal, and a greedy cousin and he was singing Shania Twain as loud as he could with a yellow sweeper duster in his hand, hair fluffy and curls flopping over his forehead. When his eyes opened and he watched him break out into a bright smile. 

“Baby!” Seb dropped the duster on the nightstand, and then dashed forward, wrapping his arm around you, spinning you round and round. You couldn’t help laughing, throwing your head back and squeezing your arms around his neck. 

“-Act totally crazy!” He sang, loud, thunderous. The energy rolling off him was contagious. He let you down and bounced around with you to the song. 

“Can you feel it? Come, come, come on baby-” You both shook your heads, hair wild, moving as you shouted out the last line of the song, “-I feel like a woman!” Seb caught you around the middle again, spinning both of you one last time until you landed on the bed and he could bury his face. He was singing the next song against your neck, lips brushing the words of the song into your skin, pulse thundering between you two. 

“Noone else on earth-” Seb ran his hand down your side, fingers shifting and pulling the wet shirt up and off. You shimmied to get your underwear off. His clothes were quick, hitting the floor in time for the music to swell.

“Let's warm you up.” He grinned, blue eyes flashing. 

Your lips only separated when one of you sang along; teeth, tongue, and hands following the rhythm of the music. Seb braced the small of your back to shift both of you further up the bed, his cock nudging your thigh, tongue tracing your collar, your chest, circling your nipple before biting down and making you gasp.

You’d never felt music the way you were feeling it with your nails dragging down Sebastian’s back, over his ass to push him against you, his own fingers digging into your thigh to hold you open — the next song started as he slid into you and your gasp matched the drag of Josh Turner's voice.

“You gotta be careful with a dynamite stick-” Seb huffed a laugh thrusting forward, catching you in a kiss, licking the inside of your mouth, hips fucking up as you dropped and met each other match for match, the music sparked the fire between your bodies. Sweat pooled from his chest, sliding his skin with yours, your hands gripping his ass, heels pressing in as you dropped the kiss with a gasp. 

Seb groaned when you bit at his neck, catching the cord of muscle, feeling him swallow the next moan as you moved your own hips faster — both of you using the other to ratchet the pleasure higher, higher — the music changed; genre and all. 

Both of you laughed, one of your hands moving to grab his chin. “It’s getting hot in here.” 

Seb bared his teeth. “It fucking is.” 

“Bast-” He fucked up hard. You groaned, squeezing his jaw, your point finger slipping past his lips. 

Seb licked your finger, biting the tip. His eyes locked with yours, the burning in your thighs spread, moving down to your feet, stomach tightening. You hooked his jaw with your finger and tugged. Sebastian snapped his hips hard enough that you felt it in your throat, “Make me come, Bast. Please, fuck, fuck come for me, Bast.” 

He picked up speed, one hand holding your thigh tighter around him, the other grabbed your hip to pull you down faster, harder, his mouth fell open tongue slipping under your fingers as you clawed down his back, "Fuck - Bast, yes." 

The last lines of Clumsy played as Sebastian cried out his release, his thighs quivering, head dropping into the crook of your neck. It went quiet for a moment both of your harsh breathing filling the space between songs. You pressed a kiss to his temple and shifted to roll him off you when the next song started and both of you laughed hard enough for Sebastian to knock his head into your jaw. 

“Ah, ow, Seb.” You laughed, shoving him off. 

Sebastian wickedly grinned as he apologized. “You looked angry.”

You nodded, “I was.” 

Sebastian squinted his eyes. “And?” 

“I'm okay. Well, actually” His brow furrowed and mouth dropped to reply, “I got some wet ass pussy over here, Sebastian.” 

He laughed hard enough to run out of breath, both of you dissolving into uncontrollable giggles; any frustration you’d felt when you’d come home disappeared in the sounds of him trying to rap Eminem.

I had another story planned for my good friend, but this inspiration hit me and it felt right to write it for them!!!!!!!

I love you!!!!

@moonlacebeam

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Craig wrote about Harry and I’m paywalled and also scared. 😭

Oh, don't be scared! I think it's a very fair review - even if I have minor quibbles with it.

The last time Harry Styles released an album, the rollout did not go as planned. One morning, the British singer-songwriter and erstwhile One Direction member was a guest on The Howard Stern Show, where he answered questions about his love life and performed songs off his late-2019 sophomore album, Fine Line. The next, he was on an unplanned break in the States, where an explosion of COVID-19 infections forced businesses and venues to close. Styles wisely canceled a spring 2020 North American tour out of caution; that March, for the first time in a long while, the singer found himself taking inventory of relationships neglected during his tenure in the boy band, which released an album every year between 2011 and 2015 and spent many of the intervening months on the road. It seemed as though Styles would initially maintain a similar pace in his solo career as the spring 2017 release of his self-titled debut dovetailed with the summer rollout of Dunkirk, the Christopher Nolan film in which Harry starred as an Allied soldier in the 1940 Battle of France. COVID broke the cycle of recording, releasing, promoting, and touring; Harry put work on pause and hung out with friends, using the unexpected break in his schedule to be more present in the lives of the people he cares about most.

We’ve heard the next bit a bunch: The music Harry Styles made when he got back into a groove took a profound interest in rest and getting off the grid with loved ones. Stars are just like us: exhausted. New works from radio’s heavy hitters map out their quarantine wellness routines. Escapism is the core theme of Lorde’s Solar Power. Quiet time inspired Taylor Swift’s return to acoustic songs and rustic scenes over folklore and evermore. Kendrick Lamar’s Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers is, among many things, a monument to the peace that logging off the apps can bring. Harry’s House, the third Styles album, follows suit. Its chief concerns are primarily physical, often carnal. Harry’s House is your quintessential spring release, a batch of bubbly, funk-inflected jams celebrating the bodily and emotional pleasures that new romance entails, an account of party nights and delicious eats and late-night heart-to-hearts. Five years into his solo career, the former boy-band star has settled into a precarious public life, sharing certain things while leaving the rest to the imagination. He’s left the door open to the idea that he’s sexually fluid while modeling gender-fluid fashions in concerts and magazine profiles; he’s also making cishet bros jealous while jet-setting with Olivia Wilde. (Performing 1D’s boyfriend pep talk “What Makes You Beautiful” and then backing Shania Twain on “Man! I Feel Like a Woman!” at Coachella last month might have been the apex of Styles’s delicate balance of hetero romanticism and signified queerness, if it’s fair to call it that since he avoids labels.) Harry’s House offers a peek at the couple’s unique version of domesticity but doesn’t let us poke around past the foyer.

The record’s chief interests are food, drinks, sex, drugs, travel, and companionship. Opener “Music for a Sushi Restaurant” announces many of these themes in a curt first verse: “Green eyes, fried rice / I could cook an egg on you / Late night, game time / Coffee on the stove, yeah.” The late-album highlight “Keep Driving” feels like zipping through a friend’s camera roll and catching a glimpse of something you may not have intended to see: “Passports in footwells / Kiss her and don’t-tells.” The difficulties of a long-distance relationship are alluded to but not always elaborated on in any great depth. Deep in the lead single “As It Was,” Harry drops a line — “Leave America, two kids follow her” — that can’t be about anything other than dating Wilde, a New York native and mother of two. Elsewhere in the album, Styles keeps the sentiments broad and vague enough to be relatable to literally anyone pining for their significant other. The refrain from the effervescent “Daylight” — “If I was a bluebird / I would fly to you / You’d be the spoon / Dip you in honey so I could be sticking to you” — is just as effective when you’re waiting for someone across town to come home from work as when you’re missing someone who lives in another continent. Tumult stalks the margins of this life as “Keep Driving” cruises past riots in the States, and “As It Was” points to changes in the world it never names. Harry’s House is true to the experience of this decade in the ways it shores itself up from the troubles outside its door and focuses on improving the relationships inside. But the lyrics seem almost deliberately breezy and quaint, blowing by images they don’t expound on like scenery racing past your car during a road trip. Styles’s carefully cultivated coyness keeps us ever at arm’s length.

But it’s this slipperiness that makes Harry’s House a real treat for the ears. Something the album handles incredibly well is recalibrating the sound underneath the singer’s vocals and lyrics. His self-titled solo debut was a big pivot, a hearty embrace of folk and lad rock from a performer who’d always delivered those sounds with a hefty side of pop accessibility. Tracks such as the wounded “Ever Since New York” and the stately “Sign of the Times” repositioned Styles as a student of Mick Jagger and David Bowie, rock stars who stormed the pop charts and challenged conventional masculinity in the ’70s. Some of that classic-rock spirit carried over to Fine Line; “Golden” approximated Fleetwood Mac so neatly that it was no surprise to see Styles joining Stevie Nicks to sing the Tom Petty parts of “Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around” at the 2019 Rock & Roll Hall of Fame ceremony in which she was inducted as a solo artist. (Rock elders love Harry. He’s friends with Nicks and Mick Fleetwood. Jagger paid the singer a hilariously withering compliment this month, saying they’re friends, and he sees a lot of himself in Styles, but adding that he doesn’t think the younger star has nailed all the moves.) But Fine Line was just as interested in radio hits: Situating the poppy “Watermelon Sugar,” “Adore You,” and “Lights Up” early in the track list announced that this wasn’t just another straightforward rock album. Harry’s House strikes a new balance, keeping one foot firmly planted in the pop-rock tradition as the album explores modern sounds in alternative and indie pop, juggling radio fare and intriguing grooves.

The band in residence for Harry’s House is the same one from his first two projects. Multi-instrumentalists Kid Harpoon and Tyler Johnson are the primary players and producers. Their interplay gives depth to the songs while Styles skirts across the surface. Funk-pop jams such as “Sushi” and “Late Night Talking” serve up quirky sounds and arrangements while the singer lingers in his upper register, signifying a huge crush as much through lilting melodies and soaring falsettos as through any overt proclamations about his feelings. Confections such as “Daylight” and “Grapejuice” take after the saccharine songs Paul McCartney made during the Wings years. Harry’s House feels a bit like McCartney’s Back to the Egg, a wide-ranging collection of ideas that don’t necessarily work all the time but leave you impressed by the ways the players have challenged themselves. You also catch a whiff of guys like Benny Sings and Omar Apollo and Rex Orange County, singer-songwriters whose playfulness as musicians results in albums that skate between styles from one song to the next. Scan the credits to Harry’s House and you’ll spy Dev Hynes playing cello on the exquisite “Matilda,” John Mayer and Ben Harper pitching in guitar lines, and legendary bassist and sometime Mayer sideman Pino Palladino performing limber low end on “Daydreaming,” a flip of a Brothers Johnson song. The rest of Harry’s House goes to the ’80s pop recidivism expected from a big-deal pop star in the era when Justin Bieber and the Kid Laroi’s “Stay,” the Weeknd’s “Blinding Lights” and “Save Your Tears,” and Coldplay’s “Higher Power” circle the sounds of Kenny Loggins’s “Danger Zone” and A-ha’s “Take on Me.”

The mix of ’70s rock, ’80s New Wave, ’90s folk, and 21st-century bedroom pop feels inspired if imperfect. It seems as though Styles is still working out how to be himself, where his art needs to go, and how much to tell us about the life he leads outside it. Harry’s House gives us flashes of that world but also tries to make it as relatable as an album of songs about dropping everything to fly around the planet and hang out with TV and movie star Olivia Wilde could possibly be — though the way the lyrics achieve this is often to lean heavily into cliché: “It’s not the same as it was,” “’Cause baby, loving you’s the real thing,” “Baby, you were the love of my life, whoa,” “I can’t get you off my mind.” “Matilda” makes these lines feel slight, reminding us of the sensitive depth he’s capable of. The song — which offers a darker, more adult spin on the reassuring message of “What Makes You Beautiful” as Styles tells someone who’s been through a lot in the past that it’s fine to cut toxic people out of the picture — has a weight to it that Harry’s House is frustratingly uninterested in. (To be fair, though, “Matilda” fits neatly into the larger story: Home is wherever you make it and whomever you make it with.) When this album bucks cliché, it is delightfully wild. The drug references — “cocaine, side boob” — suggest there’s a lot we’re not being told, but they’re strewn about like everything else, a stream of images not unlike a savvy tastemaker’s Instagram account. We can use that, though. Every album doesn’t have to talk about coping mechanisms and therapy and mass death and political disorder. It’s warm out, and a rubbery bass line in a carefree bop has its place.