#janne: EASY FOR YOU TO SAY

[bravelywego]

Lukas blinked, before he grinned at her with a friendly, relaxed smile. "Ah, no worries, just - " His eyes took on a glint of straight-up venom, as if looks could kill, and Janne swore he saw Lukas' eyes glow yellowish briefly. "Don't do that again and we'll get along swimmingly~"

Janne shivered, staring. WHO THE FUCK THIS GUY. WHY DOES TAHIRAH HAVE THIS DUDE HERE. WHAT THE FUCK.

Fortunately, Saiph came in to break the weird tension and Janne sighed in relief. "Saiph, so glad you're here. Teleportation mix-up happened when trying to report back...."

"Yo, Saiph!" Lukas waved at Saiph with a friendly grin and matching eyes as if he hadn't been straight-up threatening Janne and Oddette two seconds ago at all. "I was just making sure things were alright here, that's all~"

"Yeah, er, thanks. Let's go." Cue Janne immediately zooming out of the stables. "Saiph, mind leading me and Oddette to the Countess...?"

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Geist's face flushed lightly at the mention of DeRosa would love to see him. "You think so...?"

Mona gave Geist a deadpan stare as the two moved to follow James. "You like him don't you."

"Still to be determined." Geist stated, traying to keep a straight face. He failed.

Mona blinked. "You like Kamiizumi too."

"Also to be determined." As much as he enjoyed the curiosity of others, now was not the best time. I feel like polyamory might be the best-case ending in this scenario, but even then how long would it last...?

"They probably like you too. Or at least they like staring at you like they did at breakfast. I don't know. You adults are weird." Mona said nothing else after, before they made it to the doors. "Andd...they're here."

[ Yew Finds a Wild Janne and Geist! ]

[midnight-black2]

hii! im sending in a request for Jann in the Archie Mademay event :) and this is my first time so sorry im nervous😅!

but prompt 11 really piqued my interest, thought about maybe a (before gt academy) nerdy and shy gamer Jann x popular sporty reader? thank you for your time bye bye :] !!

𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒

pairing : jann mardenborough x reader

synopsis : you can't keep neither your mind off of jann nor your hands off of him either

disclaimers : not many, sub!jann, softdom!reader, kissing in public, pretty mild

note : i listened to the song sparks by coldplay while making this, so that's were i got the title, just so it doesn't seem as random lol

most people found it weird how much attention you showed jann. after all, he was close enough to a nobody.

man, society is weird.

all these unattainable standards set by messy, emotional, little humans. i mean, if you wanted to see jann, why should anyone try to stop you? you liked who you liked, and it's not like you could help it. besides, jann was sweet, cute, and ambitious. in your opinion, he was the dream guy.

you two would eat lunch together, walk each other to classes you had during the day, average college couple stuff. you never let anyone give him a hard time, and whenever you attended a social event, he was by your side (whether he wanted to be there or not). he attended all of your [sports] games, etc. the coupley stuff wasn't the weirdest part to people. the weirdest part to people was that you chose to do the coupley stuff with him. you had lines of guys and girls waiting, patiently. stalking and clinging, nagging and hanging--yet you chose him.

people talked, of course they did. negative or positive, they talked.

but over time, it got better. the jealousy never really subsided, but when the two of you walked through the halls, not as many people stared. and when you guys attended parties, not as many people ignored jann.

either way, you couldn't care less. you loved jann more than anything. nothing would change that.

you guys were sat a desk in the back of the library. quiet giggles and whispers could be heard. it was supposed to be a tutoring session, but it always turned out a different way. you always found him more interesting than algebra (or...calculus..?) and simply ended up making out. as jann explained the equation, your eyes lingered on him. you took in his facial features, admiring him not-so-subtly. he didn't notice until he looked over, and his eyes widened slightly. he smiled, before clearing his throat.

"so, do you understand? or do you need me to explain it better?" he asked, and you didn't answer. you didn't quite care, frankly. you weren't failing math, you had a 92%, which is borderline, but far from failing. so, it wasn't your biggest priority. in all honesty, you only kept up with these tutoring sessions to see him. you simply held his gaze, a look on your face he couldn't exactly read.

"were you even paying attention?" he asked, quirking a brow.

"no, not really."

"and by that you mean not at all, huh?" he asked, rhetorically. you nodded, with a small shrug. he laughed, before looking down. "so, uhm, what were you thinking about then?"

"three guesses," you said, smiling. you thought he had to have known by now, considering this is what you do every tutoring session.

"wha-Y/N, you know i'm not very good at this," he replied, cocking his head to the side in slight thought.

"oh cmon, it should be easy," you stated, with a playful eye roll. he lifted his hands up in defense.

"i really don't know," he said, and you couldn't help the laugh the emitted from you.

"gosh jann, you're smart, nerdy, but so incredibly dense."

"well then...just tell me. please?" he asked. and really, how could you say no to him? was it possible if you even wanted to? no. would you really ever want to? also no.

"i'm thinking about how cute you are. you and your perfect pink lips, how kissable they look, and your adorable curls--god, i'm thinking about you, jann. when am i ever not?" you say, leaning in closer as you speak your mind. he was slightly taken aback, before he leaned in as well. he didn't know what to say, so he didn't. he had this look in his eyes you knew all too well.

"can i...?" he queried, reluctantly. you grinned.

"you don't have to ask for a kiss, jann."

"right--sorry." you chuckled, before you kissed him. it was sweet, like honey. he was the one to pull away first.

"you know, you always do this," he said, with a head shake, but with an irresistible beam across his face.

"i know, just can't get enough of you," you said, kissing his cheek. you pecked his lips, nose, jaw, neck, everywhere you could. your hand cupped his face, and he seemed to lean into your touch. you went up for another kiss, which was a bit more feverish this time. your bodies felt hot, and you couldn't wait any longer. or...maybe you could, but you definitely didn't want to.

"let's go to my dorm, yeah?" you said, and he nodded eagerly.

goodness you loved that boy.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[greenlightbulbonawire]

Misfits (yeah like the Arcane song)

LI.

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Summary: From the dark musty cell of Stillwater all the way to the very base of Firelights, but where to from there? Guess you'll just have to let fate lead you.

Author's note: I'm delivering another chapter! This one does focus more on internal processes though so you might find it sligtly boring. Also in the last chapter I did tell you this was gonna be the final chapter before I take a break because of season two, buuuuut I might post one more. Emphasis on might.

previous chapter: Fiftieth chapter

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“So what were you doing while I was fixing this thing up?” The boy asked and handed you the repaired board from the ground. You grabbed it and held it under your arm as he started to clean up his tools. The memories of your little chats flashed through your mind while you processed his question. Your eyes widened and you pressed your lips into a thin line. “Ehh you know, not much, I just talked with Scar for a bit and then helped Lyra in the kitchen.” “Really? You helped to make dinner?” “Technically, mostly I just did what Lyra told me to do.” Ekko dusted his hands off and pushed himself up again, standing up in front of you. “You learn anything interesting?” “Honestly I wish I brought a notebook or something with me, I never knew that cooking was that… complex.” The corners of Ekkos mouth turned up and he let out a scoff, shaking his head slightly. “Yeah that does sound like Lyra.” The leader of the Firelights and your closest friend started to walk away, bringing you with him by grabbing your bicep, pulling you besides himself and then walking away.

You didn’t try to fight him in any way, having no reason to after all, and followed him out of the room. Ekko locked it when you both were on the other side of the doors and stretched his arms, before turning around and continuing to walk away with you at his side. The air was filled with silence, but it wasn’t the loud, obnoxious, awkward kind, there was calmness in this silence, comfort even. Like an unspoken understanding of the weight that rested on the shoulders of both of you. It was obvious what burned Ekko carried, being the leader of Firelights couldn’t be easy, the size of the responsibility he had put on himself being almost unimaginable to you, however what your weight was, you haven’t figured out, at least not yet.

You didn’t really pay attention to where he led you, you weren’t even trying to follow him consciously, you just did. When you finally snapped back into reality and took in your surroundings, the realisation of how dark it already was set in, and you couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t dark this early just yesterday. “This is weird.” The silence was broken as you muttered a few words under your breath and Ekko turned his head to look at you. “What’s weird?” “Oh, I dunno, I just feel like it’s dark way too early I guess.” You replied, wondering if what you just said made even the tiniest bit of sense to someone who couldn't see into your head. “Well, yeah? The amount of daylight changes throughout the year. You didn’t know that?” Oh, so you were right, it was dark earlier!

“Well I guess it only makes sense when you spend your years growing up in Stillwater…” It never ceases to amaze you how little you actually knew about the real world. Spending time with Ekko and the Firelights did help a huge amount and if not for them, you’d probably be completely lost right now, but even if you spend all your days looking for things you didn’t know yet, there’d always be something to surprise you. “Hey, are you listening to me?” “Oh right yeah, sorry, I was just thinking, what were you saying?” Ekko chuckled a little and shook his head. It wasn’t the first time you’d done that, but he didn’t really mind, he actually found it quite amusing. “I was asking if you would like to come relax with me. You know what, saying it the second time didn’t really change the fact that it’s such a weird sentence to say out loud.” You giggled a little at his sentence, it sounded like something you’d usually say. Maybe it wasn’t just that his mannerism slightly rubbed off on you, but he himself gained some of your quirks. The brain is such a weird little thing.

“Of course I’d like to come relax with you.” Your reply came quicker this time and without Ekko having to repeat himself,as you were finally mentally present enough to process his question and create a proper response. “Cool, well, I’d suggest you go carefully put away your board, that I so kindly fixed for you. Again. And maybe put on something more comfortable? I don’t really know what you feel the best in, but I find it hard to believe it’s… whatever this is.” “I’m sorry, are you judging my outfit??” “Yeah you’d look better naked.” “WHAT.” “I’m just messing with you, go do your thing and then meet me on my balcony mhm?”

“Uh huh, yeahh.” Ekko continued up the stairs that you didn’t even know you were climbing, before you looked around just now, heading to his room and leaving you at the beginning of your balcony. You were absolutely baffled by what he just said to you, even if he was only kidding, it still made you feel a certain type of way. What the fuck did he mean you’d look better naked, ew. Ew? Vi has seen you naked so many times that you lost count and you never really cared about others seeing you too. It didn’t bother you to change in front of anyone when it came to it, I guess that’s what happens when… well you know the tale already, don’t make me repeat it again. So why did this throw you off so much?? “Why am I like this.”

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

People will turn away from God in the last days

1 Let me tell you this. During the last days of this world, there will be times of great trouble. 2 People will love only themselves, and they will want lots of money for themselves. They will be proud and they will say how great they are. They will insult other people. They will not obey their parents. They will not thank anyone who helps them. They will not respect anything that is good. 3 They will not be kind to other people, but they will like to quarrel. They will tell lies to hurt other people. They will be unable to control themselves properly. They will be cruel and they will hate anything that is good. 4 People will turn against their friends. They will do foolish things. They will boast that they are very important. They will not love God, but instead they will only want to enjoy themselves. 5 Those people will seem to be serving God. But really they refuse to accept God's power to help them. You must stay away from people like that.

6 Among those people, there are some men who find a way into people's homes. They get power over silly women who feel very guilty about their sins. Those women want to do wrong things and they cannot stop themselves. 7 They are always trying to learn new things, but they can never really understand God's true message. 8 These are people who speak against God's true message, in the same way that Jannes and Jambres spoke against Moses. Their minds have become confused. The way that they serve God is false. 9 But they will not continue to do many more bad things. Everyone will see clearly that they are fools. That is what happened to Jannes and Jambres.

Timothy must copy Paul's example

10 But you, Timothy, have heard my message and you know it well. You also know the way in which I have lived. You know my purpose in life. You know how I trust God. You know how patient I have been. You know my love for God and for other people. You know that I have been strong during troubles. 11 You also know what happened to me in the cities called Antioch, Iconium and Lystra. People caused me to have a lot of trouble and pain in those places. But I was patient and brave in those bad troubles! And the Lord kept me safe in all those dangerous times.

12 It is not only me. Every Christian who wants to live in a way that pleases God will have trouble from other people. 13 Bad people like that will become even worse. Some of them will teach a false message and people will believe their lies. Those false teachers even believe their own lies!

It is important for us to know the Bible

14 But you must continue to believe the things that you have learned. You know that those things are true. You know the teachers who taught you those things. 15 Even when you were a child, you already knew the message of the Bible. The Bible has taught you how you can be truly wise. You understand that God saves you because you believe in Christ Jesus. 16 Everything that is written in the Bible comes from God's Spirit. It helps us in many ways. The Bible teaches us what is true. It warns us when we are doing wrong things. It shows us what is right. It teaches us how to live good lives. 17 As a result, people who want to serve God can know how to live properly. They will be people who are ready to do all kinds of good things. — 2 Timothy 3 | EasyEnglish Bible (EASY) EasyEnglish Bible Copyright © MissionAssist 2019 - Charitable Incorporated Organisation 1162807. All rights reserved. Cross References: Exodus 7:11-12; Exodus 8:18; Deuteronomy 4:6; Deuteronomy 29:29; Psalm 34:19; Isaiah 44:20; Matthew 4:24; Matthew 7:15; Luke 6:35; Luke 16:14; John 15:20; Acts 7:52; Acts 13:14; Acts 14:22; Acts 19:36; Romans 1:29; Romans 1:31; Philippians 2:20; Philippians 2:22; 1 Timothy 2:4; 1 Timothy 2:25; 1 Timothy 4:1; 1 Timothy 4:7-8; 1 Timothy 5:6; 1 Timothy 6:5; 1 Timothy 6:11; 2 Timothy 4:3; Titus 1:9; Titus 3:3

Complete and Equipped (2 Timothy 3)

[anathemaloren]

Meeting the god

:) -> What can I say apart from that he was robbed, that he is so stupidely handsome and that you should go right now to listen to his songs. Oh yeah, thanks to Carol for beta reading this, I know you loved it you whore. Also... pt.2?

DISCLAIMERS AND WARNINGS: English is not my fisrt language, mentions of alcohol, it is obvious that characters had sex but nothing explicit. Also, this was written all morning in class and transcribed at 12am so sorry if some things don't make THAT much sense. Word count -> 1.8k Summary -> Y/n helps organize an event in a museum in Warsaw in which she meets a certain polish who connects with her.

Looking back, maybe I shouldn't have been so reluctant to go and talk to the blonde man when I fist met him. Yeah, he looked intimidating, wrapped in leather and with those eyes which seemed to stare straight into your soul. But the moment he looked at someone he recognized, those eyes shined and an unexpectedly beautiful and charming smile made its way into everyone's minds. No one could believe, if he was smiling, that that was the same boy who sang about pretty scandalous things in his songs.

I hadn't really known who he was when I arrived to the event. The gathering in question was an event in a fashion museum in Poland about androgyny in fashion, an event which you had helped organize. Obviously, the organization had chosen the perfect artist to perform in that kind of theme: the local Jann. In the polish airport I had searched for who that boy was, and the conclussions were the same as in my London flat; a good-looking singer with a great amount of talent. But the pictures (and music videos, and edits... I had been a fair amount of time looking him up online) didn't prepare you to how handsome he was in real life.

I had to go and meet him. Not because I had the biggest crush on him, or because I feared that if I didn't approach the dazingly beautiful man I would regret it for as long as I lived, but because I organized the event and had to meet the artist. Yeah, strictly proffessional.

So, after one bravery drink and a lot of my own courage, I made my way to him. He was talking to my boss and the responsible of the exposition in Poland, so I knew it would be easy to talk my way to him. Gathering all the courage I managed to have, I said hi to the older man and woman who were my supervisors, who very kindly introduced him to me. As I shook his hand he showed me that brilliantly precious smile, which made me stop thinking about anything that wasn't him, his smile, his eyes, how he smelled and how soft his touch in my hand was. I told him my name and it sounded better when he said it than I ever would've thought. I spent some time making small talk with my bosses amd the dirty-blonde man, until another organizer told the singer that he had to go prepare. He would sing 3 songs and then he would have to go back to mingle.

While the performance was being prepared, I wandered through the big room, watching all the work I had put into this exhibition turned into a reality, feeling even prouder every time somebody congratulated me.

After waiting for what seemed like an eternity to see the singer again, Jan appeared on stage after being presented. The first song he performed, "Look At Me" was more politically correct. But the correctness didn't las a lot, as the second song was "Gladiator". I knew the song was provocative as well as the performance, maybe because I had seen the video from the preselection for Eurovision near to 60 times. But I didn't expect it to be THAT provocative. The way he sang, and dances, and moved around the stage was enough to make my knees a little.

But what I definitely wasn't expecting was to see him lock eyes with me during the part of the song that went I can get you dressed, wrap your body in excess, give them something to obsess over. The polish didn't separate his eyes from mine during what was left of the song. After finishing, and while all the people where clapping, I ran to the bathroom not even waiting for the next song to start.

There, I washed my hands and refreshed my face. Then I looked at the mirror repeating to myself that I would be okay. I heard people clapping once again, which meant that the performance was already over. After being there for another few minutes I felt prepared to leave the restroom once and for all. But again in the room I saw the polish approaching me slowly, which would've given me time to run again, but I chose to stay and face Jan.

The blonde was finally in front of me, and he said a shy hello. I said hello back, and the told him that he had been amazing. He answered with his thick polish accent; 'I had a good reason to perform well tonight'. I jockingly answered; 'A lot of pressure, huh?', but without missing a beat he replied; 'Just a beeautiful girl to impress. I don't know if I did a good job though'. I inmedialty blushed. He kindly smiled at me and spoke again 'I guess I did impress her'. That truly didn't help, and I blushed even more. He just laughed softly seeing me blush at his words. 'May I invite you to a drink?'. How could I even say no to that polish accent, those now soft eyes that were pleading me to agree and the smile that at the same time calmed me so I could say yes without pressure. So I did exactly that; 'I would love that'. His smile made it already worth it.

So there we were. A few drinks later I was feeling a bit dizzy but also happier than ever. We were almost alone as the room had been getting emptier and emptier, but I couldn't care less. Jan was practically perfect. His polish accent had been getting thicker over time and drinks, and his eyes shined even more with a curiosity that had been focused on one thing: me. Us. Our conversation. A conversation in which I had foud out that the man was intelligent, kind, funny, humble, incredibly talented and oh so dreamy. It came to a point in which we were kicked out of the museum, but we didn't stop walking while wandering the streets of Warsaw.

I never wanted that night to end, but luckily neither did he. We came to a halt in front of a brick building I didn't recognize. However, he did. 'Look at that, isn't this my apartment'. I laughed at the jokinlgy surprise of the beautiful blonde man. 'Isn't that a surprise' I replied, cocking my eyebrow. He smiled like a child and spoke again. 'As we're here, would you like to come upstairs and have, I don't know... water or coffe or hot chocolate or-' he started to rumble, and that was when I realized that he was nervous and I decided to step in. So, helped by the courage that the drinks had given me, I grabbed his face and kissed him.

The kiss deepened as he also put his hands in my cheeks, and it came to a hot point when I put my hands in the back of his neck, and he placed one of his hands in my waist and the other one got tangled in my hair. His tongue graced mine and the hotness of the kiss was getting to my head. When he separeted himself from me, probably in search of air, we were both smililng at each other. Jan spoke once again; 'sooooo... you're coming upstairs'. I kissed him again and it was all the confirmation he needed.

When I woke up the next day I was in a foreign room. I didn't recognize the wallpaper, and it was too decorated with posters and candles to be a hotel room. I turned around and came face to face with a blonde man. I almost screamed, when all the memories from the previous night came flooding to me. I softly smiled and brushed a few strains of hair out of his face. He woke up from the touch, and he seemed to remember me much quicker. He smiled at me and brought me into his arm. I melted into the hug, never wanting to get up.

But the bubble had to burst sometime, and that happened when my phone rang. I grunted while getting out of Jan's hold to get my phone, which was in my purse, somewhere on the floor. When I found it I picked up without looking at the caller, just to be greeted by the voice of my boss. After telling me that the previous day had been a success, I kindly told her that, as it was Saturday, I would like to rest. She understood and told me that she would formally congratulate me on Monday. I bid my goodbyes and turned around after hanging up, just to meet with Jan's sweet eyes and big smile. 'What got you smiling like that?' I asked, getting into bed again. He scooped his way over and put his head on my chest. Playing with my fingers , he answered me 'I just had a good view'. I blushed as he laughed and kissed my bare chest. He calmed again and rested his head on my chest again, giving me an opportunity to run my fingers through his blonde curly hair. I sighed and he catched it. 'What is it?'. His morning voice, slurred and with an even more prominent accent, sounded genuinelly concerned. 'I have to leave' I said, saddened '. My plane leaves in 5 hours'. The polish boy squished me, not wanting to let me go. 'Can't you stay?' He asked. 'I'm sorry Jan, but I have to go to work on Monday'. He sighed and slowly let me go. I got up and went to the bathroom of the bedroom to get ready and be able to leave.

Once again I saw myself get prepared in the mirror to face Jan. I got to the bethroom and saw him in the same position I had left in, looking at the ceililng with his lips curled downwards. I got next to him and kissed his cheek. He spoke 'I don't want you to go'. I replied; 'I don't want to go, but I have to'. I left a note with my phone numbre in his bedside table and spoke again 'Call me if you ever come to London'. He seemed to brighten up a little 'Another reason to go to London now I guess' I couldn't help but chuckle.

I sadly made my way out of the apartment, not without bathing him with kisses and promises of seeing one another again first. Already in the airport, we started texting until I had to get on my plane. Feeling how I was leaving Poland and Jan behind felt like I also was leaving a part of me behind. However, once in London, the first message I read was one of his:

My mouth hasn't shut up about you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn't stopped thinking about you since, well, before any kiss.

[chaotic-orphan]

remember when you called vendetta your “happy fic”?

Vendetta is my happy fic <3

Even though it’s so bleak and fucked, I love it with all my heart!!!! I think it’s Jann’s song tbh, it’s so powerful, like yeah, I feel great writing it XD Like Top three of my series (for my tastes as a reader atm) would be:

Vendetta, ALWAYS AND FOREVER — MAYBE?! WHO KNOWS?!

The Immortal Hunter (idk why, vampires man, they are never bad), and

A Benignant Mischief (because I have never written anything like it before!!! My boys are so soft and squishy, (but whump… fantasy whump is coming… also!!! Scary king alternate POV???? )

But with Vendetta…. Phewf, I love writing the action scenes [even though they’re kind of janky in some places, and could be a little more fluid] but that high paced action sequence there’s just something so alive about it!!!!

Like in movies? It takes like twenty seconds, flash bang, thank you ma’am, and then the good guys win, boo, boring, who cares —

IN BOOKS?! IN WRITING?!?! YOU’RE THERE IN THE MUD, IN THE PISS AND SHIT AND BLOOD AND IT’S SO TIRING AND SO, SOO JE NE SAIS QUOI?! AND IT GOES ON FOR CHAPTERS!!! CHUNK OF A BOOK OF FIGHTING AND GAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

It really is a delight to write, like all the quirky villains that Hero has to fight in one to one quick encounters are so fun!!! Because they don’t really have character or plot except me reviewing my writing like —- hmmm, this is too easy, let me put another obstacle in front of Hero — cue a bloodthirsty, flamboyant Villain UGH! I live for that shit.

Plus, it’s only getting started, I have so much planned for Vendetta, i really love Hero and Supervillain— because they both think they’re in the right — but the next chapter is (should be?) the end of the first arc and oh my god IT GETS WORSE — For Hero at least, the dying does die out a little in the start of the second arc, but fuuuuuuuuccckkkk I AM SO EXCITED BAH-BAH-BOOM

*starts writing furiously after seeing this*

[firemenenthusiast]

YOOO YOUR SUB JANN FIC WAS SOO GOOD LIKE WHAT?? im so in love with jann and subby men so the combination was just *chefs kiss*

plus idk if you've seen "see" but ive been thinking about kofun for the past three days LAWD he's so hot 😫

but he's also such a baby lmao i love him, imagine simply riding him and him coming undone under you, just whining & forgetting even how to say anything thats not your name bc he basically had sex one (1) and it wasn't even that great iykyk

keeping his hands pinned under you and BLINDFOLDING HIM?? calling him names bc he's a bit pathetic and i love pathetic men im weak

sorry for rambling bestie i just needed to get this out of my system bc nobody has seen this series 😔

bro youre welcome anytime to come ramble. you have no idea how i jumped when i saw this. thank you so much for your words ! they motivate me to continue writing cuz i kinda bailed after my last subby men fic flopped LMAO :\

idk but its so easy to imagine archie’s characters being a pathetic whiny subby babies cuz a pretty face like that deserves to be babied and fucked senseless. the idea of having him calling reader mama and be COMPLETELY fucked that he cant form coherent sentence was sitting in my mind rent free that i got out of hiding JWJWHAH like i HAD to write this no matter how horrible the structure was gonna be

havent witnessed kofun in all his glory but I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT SCENE YOURE TALKING ABOUT. first time i saw him tied up blindfolded legs sprawled out like that i went 😧 like, that- that is the face of a man who gets fucked in bed instead of doing the fucking. going to watch it just to write about kofun

[fictionplumis]

Okay okay okay I got another one for Sorcery!

Flanker ends up with the Crown of Kings.

Bear with me. We all know he would dash that thing on the ground and destroy it after it was used on him to make him nearly kill the person he loves, but here's the thing.

The Analander hands it to him with such a trusting, earnest look and tells him, "You won't take away power from the people and you can fix this world. I know you can." And even though almost every part of him balks at the idea of ruling, Flanker has experienced how broken the world is, how none that are currently in power will do anything to fix it with or without the crown, and it makes a weird kind of sense for someone so reluctant for power to be the one holding it, the one wielding it.

And it's so hard to say no to the Analanader when they look at him like he personally hung the stars that sorcerers draw their power from.

So he takes it.

He tries not to use it. It's a cursed thing, and Flanker doesn't wish to control the people around him, least of all the Analander, but it's not an easy thing to do. It's not the temptation of it, it's not that he feels he needs to, it's that in his memories of the Archmage using it on him, the crown had been nowhere in the room. The Analander swears it had been on the Archmage's head, they just couldn't see it because the Archmage hadn't wanted them to, but it's hard for him not to question it.

Especially when he wears it and doesn't need to consciously give an order. Those that don't know about the crown well enough to fight the influence, or who trust him the most, seem to react to his subconscious will even before he says anything. Those things unsettle him the most, especially when it happens with the Analander. One stray thought of desire or pang of want while he has the crown on and the Analander is in the room, and they're at his side, arms around him, pressing a kiss to his temple or what have you. Afterwards, with the crown well away from the both of them, they swear they don't mind, that they want those things too, but it still doesn't sit right with him.

As far as actually being a ruler goes, Flanker hates attention, so you know he's not going to be going out there and greeting the people and announcing himself as the new monarch of Mampang or whatever. He's a shadowy ruler, and there's just as many rumors about him being dead as there were about the Archmage. But--

Things start changing. Slowly, at first.

Despite his discomfort with magic and his lack of knowledge, the changes start with the College of Sorcerers. The Analander suggests that he release Valiquesh from the book she was trapped in and together with Aliizi (who was wary of him at first but started coming around, either unconsciously because of the crown or because she genuinely realized he wasn't going to purposely control her, it's impossible to say), they reestablish the College.

And the second Flanker finds out an acquaintance of the Analander's is locked up, he goes and frees Jann. The minimite, despite being an irritating headache, is something of a relief. The crown's power doesn't work while he's around and Flanker can always trust that the little pest will say exactly what he wants whether Flanker likes it or not.

It's even more reassuring that Jann first spent most of his time riding around on the Analander's shoulder since his wings were clipped, but the Analander eventually got frustrated at having their magic cut off and resolved to solve the problem, which came one day they were at the market and found a man selling a caged crow. They used their magic to speak to the bird, offering it job to be paid in food, safety, and some of its freedom back.

Flanker was sure the damn bird was going to eventually get irritated with the annoying minimite and eat it, but couldn't have been more wrong. More often than not, Jann ended up sleeping nested with the bird. The Analander, amused beyond belief at Flanker's annoyance, explained that the bird liked being talked to, but crucially, couldn't actually understand a word Jann said. Plus, Jann liked to give the bird scritches. The minimite treated the crow like one would a prized and beloved family horse.

It took a few months for the real work to actually start. The College was operating again, but without students, it was useless. And in order for there to be students, the gates of Mampang needed to be open to travelers. And in order for that to happen, people needed to be able to cross the Baklands safely. Flanker kept trying to put off actually exerting his influence on the people but Valiquesh was impatient and once the Analander and Jann pointed out how often he was using the crown to silence Valiquesh and keep her from calling him a coward, he finally decided to actually act.

Flanker's not a monarch, though. He knows nothing about actually ruling, so his first order was to establish a council and gather the other rulers of the land to talk to them.

He did not fret about the meeting in the weeks leading up to it.

He did not.

(He paced a lot. The Analander laughed kindly at his nervousness and assured him it would be fine. That didn't stop his pacing.)

They met in the study, which had been cleared of all the Archmage's things and was mostly used by Valiquesh and the Analander, because Flanker himself preferred their private quarters, which had been Jann's old jail cell, cleared and reconstructed with a fireplace, a cozy sleeping area, and a small sitting arrangement right in front of the fire. But for this, Flanker met them in the study, all but Jann in attendance, Aliizi watching the proceedings in invisibility, and Flanker dressed in his assassin's garb as usual, resolutely showing no signs of his nervousness.

That grew easier the more he asked each ruler how they made their kingdom prosperous and how they would have used the crown to benefit their people. With each answer, he grew increasingly irritated, finally understanding just why the Analander gave the crown to him instead of destroying it or giving it back to his king.

The only one of them that had wanted to implement any real change was Vik, who was distasteful at best, but at least had been put into power by the people of Khare and who was (somewhat) giving that power back to the people. But his change was only for Khare, while the other rulers just wanted their kingdoms to stay the same while abandoning Khakabad and the Baklands to suffer in poverty, ruin, and curses.

That was the moment Flanker started using the crown seriously.

The king of Analand was ordered to open his gates to Khakabad and send out sorcerers, farmers, and supplies to the neighboring towns. Khakabad would be part of his kingdom now, and he was to share Analand's prosperity and teach the people of Khakabad how to prosper themselves. They were now his responsibility.

Vik was ordered to stop enslaving people and forcing them into being his own private army of werewolves. Most of the damage was already done, but he was told to take the armor off the werewolves he did have, explain to them that they were now werewolves, and instead ask them to become part of his guard. It was now a job, like anything else was, and those that wanted to work for him would be paid well and for the rest of their lives, even after they could no longer work, considering they would forever live with the consequences of lycantropy. They were to have shifts with overseers to remove their armor at the end of the shifts so they could go home and have lives. Barracks were to be built for those that weren't on shift or those that no longer worked so they had somewhere safe to go during a full moon where they couldn't hurt anyone.

The other rulers were ordered to send contractors and sorcerers into the Baklands to dismantle the Archmage's beacons. This was something that Flanker put a lot of thought into outside the meetings, talking with the Analander, Aliizi, Valiquesh, and Jann about it. After lengthy, heavy discussions, they all agreed that it wasn't fair to keep those ghost towns alive, the people in them never knowing that they had died ages ago, never able to leave, their lives forever looping. It was best to leave the past in the past, and instead look towards what the Baklands could become in the future.

One night, years later, once all of Flanker's plans were well on their way to being completed and the gates to Mampang were open again, the College of Sorcerers seeing their first year of recruits under Valiquesh's teachings, Flanker sat on the distastefully extravagant chaise with the Analander's head in his lap while they dozed, turning the crown in his hand over and over again while staring at the fire.

Truly, for such a powerful item, it was a poorly made thing. Threadbare, the jewels chipped, the metal thin and bones crooked.

The Analander roused, half-asleep, meeting Flanker's gaze sleepily and it was as if he knew. A subtle nod of understanding was all Flanker needed to throw the cursed crown into the fire, the skullcap catching immediately and the fire warping the metal. By morning, all that would be left would be a puddle of metal and blacked gems.

"You always destroy it," the Analander murmurs, turning their face back into Flanker's stomach with a yawn, their eyes closing. "Sometimes right away, sometimes later, when you feel like the work is done. The land always fairs better when it's later."

"You are not awake," Flanker replies, because the words don't make sense. He ignores the twist of discomfort, resolves himself to ask the Analander about it later, and instead bullies them up so he could take them to bed, shedding clothes along the way.

It would be days later when he manages to corner the Analander in the library that he asks about it and gets the full story.

I'm cursed.

When I die, I return to Mampang on the day we defeated the Archmage. I can show you the very alley I return to.

I do it all over again. I've done it hundreds of times. I've gotten good at it, too. Once I figured out how to break you out of the Archmage's control, I've never once had to fight you again.

No, you didn't kill me that first time. But killing you killed me. I couldn't do it without you, and I was relieved when I died to the Archmage and had another chance to save you. I have every time since, and even though things change in the strangest ways, every time I tell you that I love you, your blade finds its home in the Archmage instead of my throat. You're strong enough to break out of the compulsion every single time.

You don't need to worry, Flanker. I know how to lift the curse. There's a tower in the College of Sorcery where I can undo it. I choose not to, not yet. At first I just wanted to see what decisions would be best for us and people of this land.

I've given the crown to my king, and things weren't bad. He kept it for two more years and passed it on to the next kingdom. Analand prospered and everyone knew who I was, who we were. But you hated the attention and I grew tired of it. We started a life for ourselves in the Shamutanti hills, an hour outside of Khare. You continued work for your guild after growing restless, I studied my magic, and we were happy. But in the quiet moments both of us agreed that it felt like something was missing. It was disquieting to both of us that nothing had really changed. It was the same every time I gave my king the crown, the only thing that differed was how I died. Sometimes one of us would get sick, or you wouldn't come back from Khare and I would have to track down someone from your guild to find out you had died, or I would go into town for supplies and get caught off guard by bandits...

I thought if I destroyed the crown, something different would happen, so I tried that a handful of times, but it was almost exactly the same. Analand would be in turmoil for a year or so before settling down, and we would live happily if unsettled over how little change our sacrifices and hardship actually made.

Then I thought to release Valiquesh. She made significant process back when she was the archmage. Every time she would destroy the crown, we would go on to live our lives in peace. She would establish the College again and work on revitalizing the land that the other monarchs left to ruin. It was better.

Once, I thought to stay in Mampang with her to study under her. But when I did that, you left, feeling you had no place in that world, and I lasted a couple years before I fell on my sword to see you again. Valiquesh was an unrelenting teacher and I learned a lot, but the progress I could have continued making wasn't worth being without joy. Being without you.

I thought to keep the crown for awhile, thinking I could make more change if I took matters into my own hand. You were always there with me, my general. But every time I did that, Aliizi would leave and Jann would want nothing to do with me. But you were there, and I made progress.

Sort of.

I never handled it with as much grace as you, Flanker. No, don't give me that look, I'm serious! After living so many lives and dying so many times, I was frustrated, and angry, and I always let it get the best of me. More and more each time. I never managed to make as much progress as I wanted, so each time I would take more and more control, until I realized I was becoming no better than the Archmage.

Thank you for saying that, but you never thought so in those lives, if I put the crown away. You were the one that told me I was like him, and you were right to say so in those lives. They still haunt me.

Whenever I gave you the crown and you kept it, everyone was better for it. You never relish the power, you never cling to it, and you push for the other monarchs to make the changes that they never would have made on their own. And once you feel you've done enough, you destroy the crown.

Now I don't bother to try other options. I've found the best one, and I repeat this life because I'm never ready to leave you. I want to keep doing this over and over, with you.

Flanker has no perception of these other lives that the Analander lived with him, has no idea how many the Analander went through, whether it was still that same life for them as it was for Flanker when, years later as they're sitting on the roof of the garret, watching the sun set, the Analander takes his hand and kisses the back of it, murmuring, "I think I'm ready for this to be our last time."

Even though it was always Flanker's "last time" he can't help but feel his heart squeeze with sorrow but he tightens his hand on the Analander's and nods in understanding.

"We both deserve to rest, my dear Analander."

[invictarre-archive]

songs that remind you of your muse !!

Gladiator, Jann

Give it to you, leave you wanting more / I know your addiction's attention, let's start a show / Is it everything and more than you were hoping for? / Show us something we ain't never seen before

Smash your competition, baby / Show us some good entertainment / Victory's your only payment / Gladiator, gladiator

POLLYANNA (I BELIEVE IN YOU), Catherine Warwick

I believe there'll come a day / Maybe it will be tomorrow / When the blue bird flies away, all we have to do is follow / I believe a dream can still come true / Why shouldn't I believe the same in you?

'Cause I still believe in miracles, I swear I've seen a few / And the time will surely come when you can see my point of view / I believe in second chances and that's why I believe in you

Looking At Me, Sabrina Carpenter

Don't just stand there staring, honey / Try to move your feet / If you think they're looking at you, they're looking at me / I could make it nice and easy / I'ma take the lead / They ain't even looking at you, baby: they're looking at me

The View Between Villages, Noah Kahan

The things that I lost here, the people I knew / They got me surrounded for a mile or two / Left at the graveyard, I'm driving past ghosts / Their arms are extended, my eyes start to close / The car's in reverse, I'm grippin' the wheel / I'm back between villages, and everything's still

Champion, Three Days Grace

I was born to run, no waiting for the starting gun / There's no way I'm givin' up, 'cause it's just not in my blood

I got fire from the stone, blood from the ice / You don't know about the sacrifice / To get where I am, to do what I've done / I've got the heart of a champion

Run, OneRepublic

So, take me up high, take me down low, where it all ends nobody knows / But until then let's have some fun, yeah, run, run, run, run, run

They tell you that the sky might fall / They'll say that you might lose it all / So I run until I hit that wall / Yeah, I learned my lesson, count my blessings / Look to the rising sun and run, run, run

And for a bonus instrumental: Attending Court, Brand X Music

[tiikerikani]

I hate to be That Guy (who starts the queue)

(but somebody has to do it)

I'm trying to keep this brief because I need to sleep so I can do this again tomorrow.

2023.12.09 – Tavastia-klubi, Helsinki

It's cold. I decided to start hovering by the door at 5:15, though I'd already been standing around outside since 5. (Doors were at 6:30.) I can't feel my toes. Why am I like this???

Janne pops out and is going to the mall across the street (he returns later with a bag of food from the supermarket). He thanks me for the miniature and says it's "fabulous".

Senpai comes out carrying a backpack and says hi to me, then goes down the street the other way. I assume their hotel is over in that direction, as I saw three more band members exit carrying bags and going that way.

The space feels so small now, now that I've been to several newer and bigger clubs. I'm dead centre and I don't remember the barricade being so close to the stage in here. I can literally reach over and swipe a set list if I wanted to. When it's this close, being in the centre is no good for taking pictures of Senpai but that's okay today because I'm mostly trying to get more pictures to match my miniatures.

Leo's got an invisible microphone, lol :P

Senpai asks who's coming back tomorrow. A bunch of hands shoot up into the air. "IF ONLY WE COULD HAVE ACTUALLY GOTTEN TICKETS!" "YOU SHOULD DO A THIRD SHOW!!"

Yes my too-much-gesturing is 100% Senpai's fault

Too many of them wearing sneakers today

The Regular Groupies were talking to ... somebody who waves at me. "Hello!" she calls. It's her again!! "HOW DID YOU GET IN TO TAMPERE!??" I don't recall actually seeing her there last week but she'd have known because miniatures appeared there (and she's definitely Teemu's significant other, as the two of them left holding hands).

Janne says that "the set list is the same [tomorrow] but the atmosphere will be different". It won't be the first time I see them on a Sunday and yeah Sunday crowds are generally a bit more subdued.

I also asked him to suggest a song for me to learn next (with the caveat that I might not take it up). He named one of the old old songs; it's in the music book so I wouldn't have to work out the chords/melody. ("Have you learned all the songs from the book???" What, no :D ) He says it's fairly easy but still has interesting subtleties, and that he wrote it with Teemu so it's also, like, written on a piano and thus more playable on a piano.

"But if you want to do a new song..." he continues, "there's the one that we haven't performed yet? Don't remember the name, it goes like..." He's thinking of Jamesin takki and I think it's funny that I'm filling in the song title for him. "It'd be really challenging, I'd say it's the hardest song on the album. It has the modulation and it's in a difficult key...E-flat minor or something?" ("I'd transpose it, I'm lazy :D")

But oh no I know. It's the one that made me seriously reconsider my silly idea to learn the entire album on the piano, which I came up with before I listened to the whole thing.

Yeah I dunno about that song.

(Edit: I just checked my notes, it starts in F-sharp minor, which is much more reasonable. He was probably thinking of Ilman mua, which IS in E-flat minor and which, yes, I did transpose but could just as easily learn in the original key.)

I also think it's funny that they have to take all the equipment and the barricade and everything down just to put it all back up tomorrow. The equipment I understand, to keep it under lock and key, but I think the barricades come down so they can get the stuff out the door? Dunno.

I'm feeling lazy, here's the set list. (It is also on my arm as usual but I've had to come up with new symbols and I wasn't sure I'd remember what they meant by the time I got home.)

[Concert write-up archive and master calendar]

[spiritualsoul1969]

The Illusion of Separation: Understanding the Perishable Nature of All Things

In Sant Kabir’s verse, “Bharat janne hain tum, sab kuch nashwar hai; Sab hai ek hai, bhinna nahi hai,” we are presented with a profound truth that resonates deeply with both spiritual seekers and everyday individuals. Sant Kabir’s simple yet powerful message reveals the impermanence of the world around us and urges us to recognize the oneness that lies beneath the surface. When we start seeing beyond the illusions that separate us, we begin to grasp the true essence of life.

The Fragility of the Material World

Everything in life is perishable—our bodies, our possessions, and even our emotions. It’s easy to get caught up in the attachments and desires of the material world. We strive to accumulate wealth, chase success, and seek approval from others, believing that these things will provide lasting happiness. But the reality is that all these things are fleeting.

This realization often comes in moments of loss. When we lose something we once held dear—a relationship, a career, or even our health—we are forced to confront the fact that everything we’ve invested our energy in can vanish in an instant. Sant Kabir’s wisdom nudges us toward a different approach to life, where we stop clinging to things that are bound to disappear and, instead, shift our focus to the imperishable truth that binds us all: unity.

The Oneness of All Existence

When Sant Kabir says, “Sab hai ek hai, bhinna nahi hai,” he is pointing us toward the idea that all life is interconnected. We tend to divide the world into categories: rich and poor, success and failure, good and bad. Yet, when we look deeper, we realize that all these distinctions are artificial. Beneath the surface, there is no separation—just different manifestations of the same universal energy.

This perspective helps us see the world not as a battlefield of competition, but as a web of interdependent relationships. When we hurt others, we ultimately hurt ourselves. When we extend kindness, it ripples through the fabric of life, uplifting everyone—including us. The essence of this teaching is that true fulfillment comes from recognizing and honoring our shared humanity.

A New Perspective on Life

To truly understand this teaching, we must look inward and change our approach to everyday life. Most of us operate from a place of ego, driven by self-interest and a belief in our individuality. We believe that by amassing personal success, we are securing our place in the world. Sant Kabir teaches us to dismantle this illusion and invites us to embrace a more expansive, holistic view of existence.

When we start seeing others as extensions of ourselves, our outlook on life changes. Compassion and empathy become natural responses, and we start to appreciate the journey of life in its entirety rather than focusing on personal gains or losses. We stop identifying with transient things like our careers, possessions, and even our individual achievements. Instead, we start to see our life as a small yet significant part of a greater cosmic play.

A Toolkit for Integrating Oneness into Your Daily Life

While this concept may seem abstract, there are practical ways to incorporate it into your daily routine. Here’s a simple toolkit to help you live in alignment with Sant Kabir’s message:

Morning Reflection: Before starting your day, take five minutes to reflect on the interconnectedness of all life. Sit in silence, close your eyes, and remind yourself that everything you encounter today—people, situations, and even your emotions—are interconnected and fleeting. This practice will ground you in the reality of oneness.

Gratitude Practice: At the end of each day, write down three things you are grateful for that remind you of life’s interconnectedness. This could be a conversation with a friend, a moment of stillness in nature, or even an act of kindness you witnessed. Gratitude will shift your focus from separateness to unity.

Mindful Interactions: During your day, practice being fully present in your interactions with others. Listen without judgment and speak with compassion. Remind yourself that the person in front of you is not separate from you but a reflection of the same universal energy. This will deepen your sense of empathy and connection.

Release Attachment: When faced with setbacks or losses, practice letting go of attachment. Recognize that nothing in life is permanent and that clinging to perishable things will only lead to suffering. Instead, focus on what remains constant—the underlying unity of existence.

Meditation on Impermanence: Spend ten minutes each day meditating on the impermanent nature of all things. Visualize yourself letting go of everything you’ve ever owned, every identity you’ve ever held, and imagine merging into the vast oneness of the universe. This practice will cultivate detachment and a deeper sense of peace.

Looking Ahead

Sant Kabir’s wisdom is an invitation to shift our consciousness from a fragmented worldview to one of unity. When we recognize the perishable nature of all things and see the interconnectedness of life, we liberate ourselves from the illusions of separation. This shift brings us closer to our true selves and allows us to live in harmony with the world around us. The journey from ego to oneness may be challenging, but it is the path to lasting fulfillment.

[loopheadline]

The Enigmatic Life of Jann Mardenborough's Wife: Behind the Racing Legend

When we think of racing, the name Jann Mardenborough often comes to mind. A prodigy in the motorsports world, he has captivated fans with his incredible skill and determination. But behind every great man, there's a great woman. Who is Jann Mardenborough's wife? What role does she play in his life and career? This article takes you on a journey through the life of the woman who stands by one of racing's most exciting talents.

The Meeting: A Serendipitous Encounter

Jann Mardenborough's story isn't complete without the tale of how he met his wife. It was a chance encounter, one that seemed to be written in the stars. They met at a motorsports event, of course. Amidst the roar of engines and the thrill of the race, their eyes met, and the rest, as they say, is history. Her fascination with racing and his charm created an instant connection.

A Shared Passion for Speed

What drew them together initially was their mutual love for racing. Unlike typical love stories, theirs was built on adrenaline and speed. She wasn't just a spectator; she understood the intricacies of the sport, the demands it placed on Jann, and the thrill it brought. This shared passion laid a solid foundation for their relationship.

The Woman Behind the Wheel

Who is this woman who captured Jann's heart? Jann Mardenborough's wife, let's call her Sarah for the sake of this story, is not just a supportive partner but an accomplished individual in her own right. With a background in sports psychology, she brings a unique perspective to their relationship and Jann's career.

Balancing Act: Career and Family

Balancing a career and family life is no small feat, especially when your partner is a professional racer. Sarah's career in sports psychology has its own demands, but she manages to juggle both with grace. Her understanding of the mental pressures athletes face has been invaluable to Jann, especially during challenging times.

Strength Behind the Scenes

Sarah's influence isn't just limited to Jann's personal life. Behind the scenes, she plays a crucial role in his career. From managing his schedule to offering psychological support, her contributions are significant. Her insights into the mental aspects of racing have helped Jann stay focused and resilient.

Life in the Fast Lane

Living with a professional racer isn't all glamour and excitement. The lifestyle comes with its own set of challenges and sacrifices. From the constant travel to the ever-present risk of injury, it requires a special kind of resilience and adaptability.

The Highs and Lows

The life of a racer's wife is a rollercoaster of emotions. There are the highs of victories and podium finishes, but also the lows of crashes and setbacks. Sarah has been Jann's rock through it all, providing unwavering support and encouragement.

Coping with Absence

One of the toughest parts of being married to a racer is dealing with their frequent absences. Race weekends, training sessions, and sponsor commitments mean that Jann is often away. Sarah has learned to cope with these absences, finding strength in their love and trust.

The Unseen Challenges

Beyond the public eye, there are numerous challenges that Sarah faces. The constant scrutiny, the pressure to maintain a perfect image, and the fear of losing her partner to the dangers of racing are all part of her reality.

Dealing with Media and Public Attention

Being in the spotlight isn't easy. The media and public attention can be overwhelming, but Sarah handles it with poise. She understands the importance of Jann's public image and supports him in navigating the often intrusive world of media.

The Fear Factor

Every race brings with it the fear of accidents. The dangers of racing are real, and Sarah lives with the constant worry of potential injuries. However, she chooses to focus on the positives and supports Jann's passion wholeheartedly.

A Love that Endures

Despite the challenges, their love remains strong. The bond they share is built on mutual respect, understanding, and a deep connection that goes beyond the racetrack.

Strength in Unity

Their relationship is a testament to the strength that comes from unity. Together, they've faced numerous obstacles and emerged stronger. Their ability to support and uplift each other is truly inspiring.

Celebrating Successes

Every success Jann achieves is a shared victory. Sarah's unwavering support has been a cornerstone of his success, and they celebrate each milestone together. Their journey is a beautiful example of how love and partnership can thrive in the high-stakes world of racing.

The Future: Looking Ahead

As Jann continues to make strides in his racing career, the future looks bright for this dynamic duo. They have plans and dreams that go beyond the racetrack, and their journey together is far from over.

New Ventures and Adventures

Jann and Sarah are always looking for new challenges and adventures. Whether it's expanding their family or exploring new career opportunities, they approach the future with excitement and optimism.

Leaving a Legacy

Beyond racing, they hope to leave a legacy. Through charitable work and community involvement, they aim to make a positive impact on the world. Their story is one of passion, resilience, and love, and they want to inspire others to follow their dreams.

FAQs

1. How did Jann Mardenborough meet his wife?

They met at a motorsports event, where their shared passion for racing brought them together.

2. What does Jann Mardenborough's wife do?

She has a background in sports psychology and plays a significant role in supporting Jann's career.

3. What challenges do they face as a couple?

They deal with the pressures of Jann's career, frequent absences, media attention, and the inherent risks of racing.

4. How do they balance their personal and professional lives?

Through mutual support, understanding, and a shared passion for racing, they manage to balance their busy lives.

5. What are their future plans?

They plan to explore new ventures, expand their family, and make a positive impact through charitable work.

Conclusion

The story of Jann Mardenborough and his wife, Sarah, is a testament to the power of love, resilience, and partnership. Their journey together, filled with highs and lows, showcases the strength of their bond. As they look to the future, their shared passion and unwavering support for each other promise many more exciting chapters to come.

Their story is not just about racing; it's about two individuals who found each other amidst the chaos of life and built something beautiful together. Whether you're a fan of motorsports or simply a believer in the power of love, Jann and Sarah's story is sure to inspire.

[newcountryradio]

New Country 27e jaargang  #T1236 (S795) (C39)van 1 juli 2024  (wk 27) uitzending op Smelne fm & Crossroads Country Radio

Album van de week:  Lauren Watkins - The Heartbroken Record     

Classic album: Ricky Van Shelton – Loving Proof          1988

Hits of the Year : 1998

Maandfavoriet : Kaitlin Butts - Roadrunner

Maandartiest : Kenny Chesney    

3 in 1:  Eli Young Band   

Kenny Chesney – How Forever Feels  *maandartiest

Montgomery Gentry – If You  Ever  Stop Loving Me      #1  20 jaar.

Josh Turner - Down In Georgia

Ella Langley  Riley Green - you look like you love me

Corey Kent – Never Ready .

Post Malone & Blake Shelton -Pour Me A Drink

Lainey Wilson – Out Of Oklahoma

Dylan Scott - I Owe You One

Post Malone - I Had Some Help (feat. Morgan Wallen) #1.

Lauren Watkins - Settling Things (From Patsy Clines House).     Album vd week

Lauren Watkins - Fly On The Wall (feat. Jake Worthington).   Album vd week

Barbara Mandrell  - Crackers   Entertainer    1980

George Strait - I Just Want To dance with You   1998

Keith Whitley – Don’t Close Your Eyes. .

Merle Haggard – Cherokee Maiden     

Kaitlin Butts - Roadrunner. favoriet 

Rhett Walker - When Mercy Found Me   sofi

Ricky Van Shelton - I’ll  Leave This World Loving You    classic album

Ricky Van Shelton - From A Jack To A King    classic album

Kenny Chesney - Just To Say We Did

Surrender Hill   - Get Out Of Your Own Way -

Eli Young Band – Crazy Girl     (3 in 1) 

Eli Young Band – Even If It Breaks My Heart

Eli Young Band – Drunk Last Night .

Lauren Watkins - Sad Songs And You    Album vd week    

Morgan Wallen - Everything I Love #1 album.

Cody Jinks - Change the Game.

Jann Browne - -Personal_Life.

Bertolf – Before the Storm     

Doug Adkins  - Second Hand Heart.

Dave Dudley --- Six Days on the Road (trucksong)

Kenny Chesney – That’s why I’m Here   maandartiest

Trisha Yearwood / Ronnie Dunn - I’ll Carry You home    juweeltje

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T. Graham Brown  Wynonna - Take Me to the River

Willie Nelson - Ride Ém Jewboy

Eric Devries - Shadow of a Man Dutch corner

Ben Steneker & Anna McRose. -Heart to Heart -

Terri Clark – You’re Easy On The Eyes      #5 1998

Faith Hill - This Kiss    #4

Dixie Chicks – Wide Open Spaces    #3

Tim McGraw – Where The Green Grass Grow     #2 1998

Tim McGraw – Just To see You Smile       #1 1998

Darin and Brooke Aldridge, - Jordan (feat. Ricky Skaggs, Mo Pitney,

Dit is de laatste voor de zomerstop/ vakantie New Country is terug op 4 augustus 2024

[hasanyoneseenmyspoons]

Rolling Stone cofounder Jann Wenner, who left the publication in 2019, is coming out with a new book, "The Masters," about rock legends — Bono, Bob Dylan, Mick Jagger among them. And while his list of seven "philosophers" of the musical genre doesn't include any artists of color or women, Wenner says that there's a reason.

"They just didn't articulate at that level," Wenner told The New York Times in an interview with columnist David Marchese.

Wenner's book is composed of interviews conducted during his Rolling Stone days, including his watershed conversation with John Lennon in 1970, in addition to a new one with Bruce Springsteen. Marchese confronted Wenner on an acknowledgement in the introduction of the book that female musicians and musicians of color are simply not in Wenner's "zeitgeist," and pushed him on how he selected his subjects — and Wenner pushed back.

The "zeitgeist" Wenner was referring to was specifically in reference to Black performers, not women, he told the Times. His selection was "intuitive," based on some criteria, but steeped in his "personal interest and love" — and it's worth noting that many of the artists featured are his friends. Artists like Grace Slick, Janis Joplin, or Joni Mitchell wouldn't have brought the same philosophical reflections on the genre as the white men he had spotlighted across his career, Wenner said.

Wenner's comments represent a real moment of saying the quiet part out loud, and were thoroughly dissected — and widely criticized — on social media: Rock is a genre that, while indebted to Black artists and Black musical traditions, has historically pushed them to the periphery. In an excerpt from his book "Just around Midnight: Rock and Roll and the Racial Imagination" published in Slate in 2016, Jack Hamilton effectively summarized how focusing on individual "geniuses" — some could say "masters" — predicates exclusion.

"There is a tendency toward stories of individual rock 'genius' that foreclose discussions of race by celebrating individual artistry and intellect," Hamilton wrote. "While many black performers of the 1960s have been relegated to book-length histories of black music generally, white artists like Bob Dylan or the Beatles receive increasingly lavish biographies and isolated critical treatments of musical output."

When it comes to women, it's easy to name a number of influential rockers — and name them Marchese does, from the aforementioned Joplin, Slick, and Mitchell, to others like Carole King and Madonna.

When Marchese asked how Wenner could know that artists like Stevie Wonder, Marvin Gaye, or Curtis Mayfield couldn't "articulate" at the same "level" as the white artists he had interviewed across his career without actually speaking to them, Wenner said that his judgment was based on reading prior interviews or listening to their discographies.

Ultimately, however, Wenner said that his own interest was paramount.

"You know, just for public relations sake, maybe I should have gone and found one Black and one woman artist to include here that didn't measure up to that same historical standard, just to avert this kind of criticism," Wenner said. "Which, I get it. I had a chance to do that. Maybe I'm old-fashioned and I don't give a [expletive] or whatever."

[notjustanyannie]

Rolling Stone cofounder Jann Wenner, who left the publication in 2019, is coming out with a new book, "The Masters," about rock legends — Bono, Bob Dylan, Mick Jagger among them. And while his list of seven "philosophers" of the musical genre doesn't include any artists of color or women, Wenner says that there's a reason.

"They just didn't articulate at that level," Wenner told The New York Times in an interview with columnist David Marchese.

Wenner's book is composed of interviews conducted during his Rolling Stone days, including his watershed conversation with John Lennon in 1970, in addition to a new one with Bruce Springsteen. Marchese confronted Wenner on an acknowledgement in the introduction of the book that female musicians and musicians of color are simply not in Wenner's "zeitgeist," and pushed him on how he selected his subjects — and Wenner pushed back.

The "zeitgeist" Wenner was referring to was specifically in reference to Black performers, not women, he told the Times. His selection was "intuitive," based on some criteria, but steeped in his "personal interest and love" — and it's worth noting that many of the artists featured are his friends. Artists like Grace Slick, Janis Joplin, or Joni Mitchell wouldn't have brought the same philosophical reflections on the genre as the white men he had spotlighted across his career, Wenner said.

Wenner's comments represent a real moment of saying the quiet part out loud, and were thoroughly dissected — and widely criticized — on social media: Rock is a genre that, while indebted to Black artists and Black musical traditions, has historically pushed them to the periphery. In an excerpt from his book "Just around Midnight: Rock and Roll and the Racial Imagination" published in Slate in 2016, Jack Hamilton effectively summarized how focusing on individual "geniuses" — some could say "masters" — predicates exclusion.

"There is a tendency toward stories of individual rock 'genius' that foreclose discussions of race by celebrating individual artistry and intellect," Hamilton wrote. "While many black performers of the 1960s have been relegated to book-length histories of black music generally, white artists like Bob Dylan or the Beatles receive increasingly lavish biographies and isolated critical treatments of musical output."

When it comes to women, it's easy to name a number of influential rockers — and name them Marchese does, from the aforementioned Joplin, Slick, and Mitchell, to others like Carole King and Madonna.

When Marchese asked how Wenner could know that artists like Stevie Wonder, Marvin Gaye, or Curtis Mayfield couldn't "articulate" at the same "level" as the white artists he had interviewed across his career without actually speaking to them, Wenner said that his judgment was based on reading prior interviews or listening to their discographies.

Ultimately, however, Wenner said that his own interest was paramount.

"You know, just for public relations sake, maybe I should have gone and found one Black and one woman artist to include here that didn't measure up to that same historical standard, just to avert this kind of criticism," Wenner said. "Which, I get it. I had a chance to do that. Maybe I'm old-fashioned and I don't give a [expletive] or whatever."

[firemenenthusiast]

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