#lana fanbase

[soonillbefixed]

[milfygerard]

[not-easily-conquered]

Validate or deny my conspiracy theory

[devilsskettle]

whenever i hear a song that i would like if it weren’t for the fact that it was too long, i think about this:

like you can afford to write tangentially if you/your music is already popular and you know that people are going to listen to you no matter what and in fact laud your longer pieces as being genius etc but can you really be releasing 5+ minute long songs without a built-in audience?

[piperslovebot]

You know the funny thing about the Lana fans that were going after me was that some of them were clowning on my age. Yet they are the ones trying to pick a fight against an 18 year old at their big age. So I don’t know who exactly they think they’re helping by bringing that up.

[hauntedwoman]

can we agree that there are just some female artists that only women (including trans women) could understand and relate to their music

[dionysus-complex]

should I listen to Ethel Cain y/n

[bellafemme]

Artists who blatantly copy Lana Del Rey with no originality.

1 - Remy Bond.

Remy blatantly copying Lizzy Grant.

Remy coping Lana in concert too.

Lanaboards destroyed her in their thread.

2 -Saint Avangeline.

Some songs she's done covering Lana: Every Man Gets His Wish, Brooklyn Baby, Young and Beautiful, High By The Beach and Shades of Cool. She's done her own "original" songs but they also sound like Lana. Songs like Lilith is a complete copy of Lana's song Ultraviolence. Her album Gardener of Eden sounds like anything from Ultraviolence or Honeymoon. Saint Evangeline nowadays is doing heavy metal music. She's erased anything Lana related off her Instagram and Youtube playlists, but some of her Lana covers have remained on Youtube.

Places like Reddit have brought up Saint Evangeline's blatantly coping Lana. They brought it up Twice.

3 - Nessa Barrett

American Jesus. Heartbreak in the Hamptons. God's Favorite.

Lana brought her up on stage once, angering Lana's fanbase. At least Lana is aware of her. So did Reddit. Twice.

4 - Ocean Leclaire.

This artist has morphed into Lana over time. She started as a folky Florence Welch but now is doing more 'Lana' in sound and look. An obvious Lana fan too.

Notable Mentions:

Camilla Cabello.

An entire monolugue music video in the style of Lana Del Rey. When Lana saw the video her reaction was "what the hell."

Taylor Swift.

Taylor not only copied the monologue style like Lana, but she hired Lana's ex-boyfriend Reeve Carney to play her boyfriend.

Holly Macve.

Lana is actually a fan of Holly's. Lana and Holly sang together for Holly's song Suburban House. Holly is not a exact copy and paste of Lana Del Rey as the other girlies I mentioned, but she's obviously inspired by Lana.

Ethel Cain.

All you need to do is listen to Crush or American Teenager to hear Lana Del Rey's influence. The music videos were shot in a 90's amateurish way like Lana use to create her videos. The tone of the songs and imagery is reminiscent to Born To Die and Ultraviolence.

Fans were able to connect the dots and see that Ethel was greatly inspired by Lana. The press caught on too. Ethel didn't like that and began to edit her Wikipedia page as 'papermassacred' by removing any mention of Lana Del Rey in her Wikipedia page. Ethel went even further saying this about Lana during an interview:

Lana fans were pissed off when Ethel said this and I'm sure it got to Lana too. It's rumored that Lana wrote a diss track called 'All About Ethel' that hasn't been released yet.

Billie Eilish

Billie is only mentioned here for her immense admiration, influence and respect for Lana Del Rey. She is inspired by Lana but she is her own person. She's not putting bows in her hair, wearing a bouffant, dressing like Lana or directly copying Lana's songs or music videos. Lana invited Billie to her Coachella stage to sing Ocean Eyes and Video Games.

[anthemofgvf]

Groupie Love: Jake Kiszka x Reader Fanfiction

"you're in the bar, playing guitar, i'm trying not to let the crowd next to me. it's so hard sometimes with a star, when you have to share him with everybody." description: being jake’s groupie was heaven on earth, yet sinful in every desirable way. while the world reveled in his public, entrancing persona, you reveled in the boundaries of reality and fantasy intertwining in secrecy.

word count: 6.9k+

trope: groupie! reader x jake

taglist for future fics

warnings after cut…

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

warnings: good amount of plot, mentions of drinking, alcohol, smut (18+ minors dni), swearing, unprotected sex, hardcore dom! jake, choking, spitting, praise/begging/degrading kink, rough sex, spanking, fingering, oral (male and fem! receiving), bit of fluff, some aftercare

disclaimer: this does not follow the real events of the starcatcher tour for the sake of the plot. thanks!

a/n: would also like to mention that yes, this IS based off of the Lana Del Rey song with the same title. As soon as I heard it, I immediately thought of Jake and writing a fic based off of it. If you haven't listened to the song, now is the perfect time to do so! hope you all enjoy :) <3

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

There was something so addictive about secrecy. To share such vulnerability with someone where no one's eyes could witness, but only you and another alone. To know each other by touch alone if every sense was stripped away, yet hiding the true reason why you could pick them apart in a crowd from that feeling. And while you two were friends with one another publicly, behind closed doors, you were both fucking like animals. There was no better way to describe your relationship with Jake. You were just one of his secrets, hidden in a closet, and you had accepted that.

You had met him after one of Greta Van Fleet's shows when their careers were just about to skyrocket and thank God you were able to catch him then. You hadn't really listened to their music before or even heard of them, but local concerts under 30 bucks as a fun night out with friends was always on the table. If it weren't for their small fanbase and lack of fame, you were positive you wouldn't have become Jake's personal groupie.

After hooking up with him in the venue's bathroom, twice, Jake simply couldn't have enough of you. And you, you were entranced by him and his sexual drive. You both also enjoyed each other's company in the short period of time you knew one another, so, you and he exchanged numbers and kept in contact. Whenever he was in town, you'd be next to him, and when he was gone, you were with someone else. More often than not, you two were spending time with one another purely for sex, but it was rare for you to leave immediately after. After all, Jake cared about you regardless of the label of your relationship with him, and you were enjoyable to be around.

There was no discussion of monogamy, so it was mutually decided that seeing other people was no issue. Sure, no one compared to the guitarist, but there was always someone to run down your time in the day when boredom struck, and you were unable to be at Jake's beckoning call. Even though Jake would always call you his, it was words that withheld no meaning. Only in moments where you and Jake were together alone did they obtain meaning, but you knew never to take him seriously.

Jealousy is a bitch, though, and it possessed you. It rotted you to your unchaste core. You could easily pretend it didn't bother you that other girls have had Jake the way you have or have even looked at him in that manner. Of course, you'd be lying to yourself if you said there wasn't a single sliver of selfishness towards him. How many girls Jake had been with next to you was a mysterious number, but you didn't choose to spend your time thinking about how many girls he's said the same things to as you. But, rather, feel empowered that there were fans in their crowds at shows that desperately wanted your place. Fans that screamed his name, made signs and t-shirts for him, dreamed of being more than just a fan in the crowd. That was something you had over them. That's what made you special. That's what gave you your title of a so-called 'groupie'.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

They had closed their most recent tour with a show in Nashville, and of course you were in attendance. Jake had even asked if you'd be there, knowing well enough that there was no way in hell you'd be skipping out on it, because you knew where the night would take you. Besides, you hadn't seen him in months. You hadn't been with him in months. You had grown a sense of longing for him after a short period of time away from the guitarist.

Before Greta Van Fleet had a larger fanbase, you were able to sit in the seats and get escorted backstage to Jake so you could watch as a fan. But, due to suspicious speculation amongst fans, and you and Jake wanting to continue the secrecy and keep the reputation of "just friends," you were granted a backstage pass and allowed to come into the arena or venue they'd be performing at before fans would arrive. Every place was different, so the execution of reaching him was always tweaked, but no matter what, you and him both knew you'd see one another after the show. You preferred to hang in the sound booth rather than backstage, anyways.

Rarely did you come early to be in attendance for soundcheck. Sure, there would be absolutely nothing wrong with it, but you always enjoyed watching him look for you amongst the fans, and his eyes light up in the slightest that had your heart stopping only for a second at the sign of recognition, feeling as though your breath had been taken from you and forcing your body to freeze. It never got old feeling his eyes latch onto you.

And you never got tired of watching him perform on stage. Now, with the new introduction of 'Mirador,' you got to watch him nearly twice as long. And, God, you never knew he could sing that well. That certainly was a turn on for you. Now your mind was wandering off to the thought of him singing in your ear.

You rarely tore your eyes from him while he was on stage, and he knew that he was hypnotic. He liked knowing that there were people who only cared to watch him and come to Greta Van Fleet's shows to be in his presence. Thrusting into his guitar as he spoke to himself and the crowd, hairs sticking to his cheeks with the accumulated sweat and still breathlessly giving his performance his all. You kept your eyes locked on his stomach and watched as the sweat beads dripped down his tender skin, and his hair whipping around and throwing his head back as he skillfully played on his instrument, exposing his Adam's apple to the fans that kept their eyes glued on his every move while he struck the next few chords of the song. You'd always convince yourself while swinging to the music that he was performing more theatrically for you, but you'd never been proven right nor wrong yet. He was entrancing to watch, and sometimes you found it unfathomable that you were a person in his life. A person who knew things that most didn't, a person who saw things most people didn't.

Your adrenaline always arose as soon as the four boys left the stage, and the lights illuminated the venue. Hearing different conversations from a multitude of fans that surrounded you, shuffling of feet and complaints of exhaustion. But there you were, hanging out in the sound booth waiting for security to come to your aid to escort you to backstage.

You wore a silver halter top that accentuated your chest, with a pair of velvet-blue flared leggings and converse. Thankfully, your shoes weren't shown due to the coverage of your pants, and it truly did not matter what clothes were on your body. They would be thrown on some floor in less than an hour, and that's all you cared about.

Eventually two men from Greta Van Fleet's team made their way to you once the venue was near empty from fans and began leading you backstage to the green room. You always loved that feeling in the pit of your stomach; it excitingly tumbled and twisted with each step closer you were to him. The awkward silence never faltered while the security guards guided you to backstage, but that gave you enough time to collect yourself before seeing Jake.

Your eyes were first met with Sam cracking open a beer, chatting with his girlfriend and keeping to themselves. When they saw you, they smiled without a word, and allowed you to keep moving. While you and Jake became "friends" the more you two saw each other, you had been brought around the band from time to time. More likely than not, it was for some sort of party, large gathering, or simply catching the boys after the show - uncommonly anything intimate. They knew what your purpose was, but they never questioned you. Either they simply didn't care, or they didn't want to ask questions they did not want answers to.

Danny was nowhere to be found, most likely in his dressing room, but the twins were walking into the green room, laughter erupting from Josh as he cracked his large, infamous smile that put his perfect teeth on display. His presence always soothed you when eyes seemed to be peering down your neck from your presence. Both were still in their stage attire, which was usual when you'd come so soon after the show had ended.

Josh had noticed you first, closing his mouth to a smirk that raised with the right corner of lips and pierced his cheek to reveal his dimple. Once Jake laid his eyes upon you, they were already following down your body, finally greeting you with a crack of a smile that told you his mind was already somewhere else.

"Y/n! It's so good to see you again," Josh greeted you with a tight hug, "nice seeing your face after so long." He patted your back and pulled away with a grin still plastered on his face.

"It has been long enough," you huffed a laugh. "Tour was good?" You flicked your eyes to Jake.

He gave you a slow, steady nod. "Was great. I'm sure you'd love to hear all about it, huh?"

"I wouldn't want anything else." You huffed a laugh, sticking your tongue in your cheek at his light sarcasm.

"I expect you'll be sticking around to celebrate the end of Starcatcher with us?" Josh said as he began to walk away. You followed his movements with your eyes as he walked over to a small fridge, turning to Jake who gave you a blank stare. Josh wasn't hinting at your intentions with Jake, but rather what would occur after-the-fact. He shrugged at you suggestively, but you couldn't depict what his choice was.

You chose to be safe. "We'll see, Josh," you directed your attention to him for a moment, "if I don't, I'll be sure to say goodbye to you before I head home."

He sauntered over to you with a beer in hand and patted your back with a soft smile. "Always a pleasure, y/n."

Leaving you and his twin alone, Jake ran his hand to your side and found the small of your back, pressing light enough to signal movement forward and follow him to his dressing room. You dared to look at him, to examine the light sheen of sweat that resided on his forehead that he forgot to wipe away once he exited the stage. And you knew he could feel your eyes lingering upon him, but he liked to be looked at. He liked the attention.

His dressing room door was already open, welcoming your entrance and waiting for your arrival. You eagerly stepped into the neatly decorated room and scanned the area for familiar artifacts of his scattered about: sunglasses, bracelets, necklaces, and his attire to be thrown on after his stage wear was stripped from his body.

He turned his back to you quickly and closed the door, locking it swiftly behind him. And once he turned around, he was wearing a softly cracked smile. It was always so intimidatingly perfect, how his eyes rested into a look that only told you that he was going to devour you.

"Barely said a word to me since I've arrived," you said innocently with your hands behind your back, "what's with the shyness, Jake?" You began to slip off your shoes as his eyes faltered from your own to do the same.

He took slow steps towards you to increase the intensity of your heartbeat in anticipation. He knew you craved the taste of his lips, the feeling of his hands on your figure. He always remembered what made your heart bang against your chest and your face flush into a pink hue.

His index finger cradled your jaw as he focused your eyes on him intently. "Was it so wrong of me to want a more private 'welcome home' from you?" His voice was coarse with the words slipping off his tongue smoothly like butter. Close to a whisper - the tone of intimacy.

You flicked your eyes to his coy smirk, then back to his dark brown eyes that peered at you so attentively. He was always so patient in these moments for an answer back.

"All this is, is private. Doesn't mean I don't enjoy the gesture, though." You wrapped your arms around his neck after motioning your pointer finger back and forth between the two of you, and in return, he pulled you into his chest and squeezed you against his body tightly.

And there he was, breathing softly down the side of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent, and feeling the figure and warmth of your body in an embrace. You buried your face into the crook of his neck that you made room for with your arm to feel the skin that rested there to remember how it feels to be so close to Jake once again.

"You're a good singer, Jake," you said lowly into his ear, "better than I had expected."

You felt him chuckle against you, but his laughter came out in small breaths. He was amused by your playful banter and humbling words that he knew were harmless.

He unwrapped himself from you but kept the close proximity between the both of you. His tongue darted out and ran across the middle of his bottom lip, cracking a coy grin as he looked down at you with half-hooded eyes. He was effortlessly seductive.

"You're lucky I like you, y/n." His hand raised to the side of your face as he slowly began to caress it, watching the motions of his fingers as they began from your temple and journeyed to your jaw. "Because if I hadn't known better, I'd think you were disrespecting me." He gave you a playful, lazy glare.

You gave him a small smile, allowing your fingers to focus on toying with the silver jewelry that hung dangerously low on his exposed skin.

"Well, you and I both know that you love to play that game." You said softly to yourself. Loud enough for him to hear, but quiet enough to showcase your lack of desire for a response.

You took the opportunity to run your hands onto his chest, letting them reach to the waistband of his trousers, and looking to him innocently with a smile. And he smiled back at you softly, waiting patiently for you to be finished reveling in his presence and this moment.

You placed your hands onto his neck, thumbing at the skin and looking at him for direction, for initiation. So, he cupped your jaw and placed a gentle, longing kiss onto your lips. You practically melted into his mouth and encouraged his tongue to begin roaming around the inside of your mouth as you began to dance your own in his. The kiss grew deeper quickly, and you both remembered the addictive taste of each other. The swift routine of throwing each other clothes began, where you're tugging down Jake's pants to leave him in his boxers, and he's tossing off his cropped, black jacket to land onto the ground.

Your hands traveled into his damp hair and tugged him deeper into your lips as his fingers played at the waistband of your leggings. The muscles at your stomach began to tense up at the sensation of the pads of his fingers toying at the idea of diving down into your underwear and satisfying you.

His mouth pulled from yours for a moment to throw off your top, which you assisted him in doing, and allowed it to fall wherever it landed. As soon as he got the sight of your bare breasts, he encapsulated his mouth onto yours, and massaged one in his hand, while the other hand held its place at your waist.

You snaked your hands in between your glued bodies and cupped his hard cock with a light squeeze, eliciting a deep, rumbling groan from his throat and into your mouth.

"God, how I've missed you." He said into your mouth, tugging at your bottom lip. His lips began to travel to your neck, pressing rough, sloppy kisses onto the skin. You contemplated telling him how much you missed him, but you knew that he knew you did - you were like putty under his touch.

Your head titled back to allow Jake more access to your neck. One of his hands ditched your body and tugged at your hair to gain dominance, keeping your neck bent back as far as possible so he could taste your skin. His other hand traveled to the small of your back to keep you on your feet, and you swore you would've fallen to your knees if it weren't for Jake holding you up. With your eyes shut, you tuned into the feeling of his wet tongue trailing its way up your neck and to your jaw, then suckling down to your collarbone. His mouth always felt like a beautiful curse against your skin, while compelling, still so unbelievably relieving.

Your hands stuck onto his hair, tugging and pulling as his lips trapped your right nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled circles around it, with his index and thumb massaging the other with the movements. Soft moans escaped your mouth, but you were sure to monitor any sound out of you.

His eyes peered up at you as he removed his mouth from your body and grabbed your face with his hands clasped at your jaw.

"Pants off, now." He instructed lowly, and while you slipped off your underwear with your velvet flares, he was throwing off his boxers and revealing his throbbing cock. You could hardly focus on anything other than him inside of you at this moment, with your head dizzy at the thought of his length filling you up to the hilt.

He never got sick of the sight of you naked, running his hands down your waist and to your hips while a deep sigh escaped his mouth. You watched his eyes focus in on your clit, with his thumb dancing around the area and causing your knees to grow weaker and weaker. Your hips bucked forward, and your motion only caused a light snicker to come from his mouth.

"Get on your fucking knees." He demanded as he pushed you down by your shoulder, although you were quick to follow his instructions and obey.

His length rested onto your left check, and his hand reached down to lift your chin to look up to him. He loved how submissive you looked before him. The way your eyes lit up to the sight of him bare in front of you, along with his devilish grin that captivated you.

He held your eyes with his own. "Good to know you're still such a good girl for me." That sentence had sent a shiver down your spine, with how intimidatingly dominant Jake was. There was something about his small, cracked smile, and the light squint in his eyes that always had you feeling shy and overexposed. Yet, you were always so comfortable being vulnerable around him.

He tapped at your jaw, which signaled for your mouth to open, and you allowed his thumb to travel onto your tongue, sliding the finger out and dragging your bottom lip down with the motion. You slid your hands over his thighs, kissing the head of his cock and slicing your tongue onto it. He groaned at the sensation and landed his hand on the back of your head in preparation.

And you grabbed his length, wrapping your lips around it and beginning to bob your head up and down at a slow pace. You took all of him for a moment to elicit a harsh groan - a response you craved hearing from Jake and pulled off his cock to purse your lips and spit onto his tip with your hand aiding you in coating him.

You immediately resumed bobbing your head up and down, while your hand at the base of him began working slowly with a twist of your wrist. He deeply sighed, looking down at you to see his cock disappear into your mouth. You were irresistible to him with the way you took him into your mouth so effortlessly.

"Fuck, just like that, y/n." He winced lightly as your tongue swirled around his tip. His mouth was slightly hung open as he admired the view of you below him. Hearing your name had never sounded better coming from someone's mouth.

The unoccupied hand of his landed at the side of your face with his thumb caressing at your cheek. He was being gentler with you than usual, which could only mean he intended to be rougher with you later on. You didn't mind the lack of degrading, though. It was good to soothe into things after being away from him for so long.

His breathing was deep, and the muscles at his stomach were tensed up as you quickened the pace of your mouth and hand. Your other hand massaged his balls lightly, which evoked a deep sigh from him. Hushed slurs drew from his lips as you worked your way up and down him, spit dribbling down your chin. The back of your throat fought against taking his whole length, but as long as he felt good, you could care less about your own pleasure. You loved to feel as though you belonged to him and were the only one making him feel this good.

His head was thrown back, while the hand that tousled with your hair on the back of your head had a harsher grip. It was as if he was innocently guiding you, but really, it was to steady himself as he cautiously bucked his hips into your movements. Jake had his bottom lip tucked behind his teeth, fighting against his own release so quickly.

He grabbed your hair and held it back for you, tugging you off of his cock and raising you up to your knees by the pad of his index finger resting under your chin.

"Think you deserve something in return, huh?" He said as his hands relaxed from their places and found your waist. The rhetorical question had you pressing your thighs tightly together with a whine trapped behind your closed mouth.

He was slow with his hands, letting them fall down to your hips, then scooping you off of the ground whilst you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you over to the long table that sat before a mirror, setting you down and immediately forcing your legs open for him. He was quick to step in between your legs and place a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on your lips as his fingers traveled down your stomach and to your heat.

His right hand rested at the inner of your thigh, his thumb at your pubic bone and mere inches from your clit. He rested his forehead upon yours and listened intently to your unsteady, choked breaths, while he traced his index fingers and middle up and down your pussy agonizingly slow. Your back arched into him with a whine, closing your thighs together cautiously in hopes his fingers would caress you. But instead, he forced your thighs back open, and removed his forehead from yours with enough space to just barely see the entirety of your face.

"Don't. Fucking. Move. Be a good girl for me, yeah?" He glared at you, practically spitting in your face at your small movements in a silent plea to have him touch you. But you nodded vigorously. "If you want me to touch you, you're going to have to beg for it. Don't act like you have forgotten how this works."

The way he was looking at you was sending butterflies into the pit of your stomach, and it was nearly overwhelming to you how lust-filled his eyes were.

You threw your head back, sliding your right hand onto his bicep and sighing heavily with shut eyes. "Jake," you whined out, "please."

"Please what, y/n?" He urged you further. He loved playing this game.

You brought your head back up and looked at him in mere agony, desperately saying, "please touch me."

A devilish smirk twisted onto his lips as he flicked his eyes down to your pussy, leaning down and pursing his lips to allow spit to dribble from his mouth and onto your folds. As soon as the spit hit your pussy, he was gathering it onto middle and ring finger and locking his eyes onto yours. He captivated your attention just to mimic the way your mouth fell open as his fingers eased themselves into your entrance. He even repeated your deep exhales as his fingers curled inside of you and began to pump in and out of your entrance. You couldn't contain your moans and allowed them to fall out of your mouth while Jake admired your breathless state.

His calloused fingers added an extra layer of sensation to what you were feeling. He began kissing at your neck, humming onto the skin and trailing his mouth to your ear.

"Feel good, y/n?" He asked in a pitiful, mocking tone. He knew the answer, yet he wanted to hear you say it. Just another thing he did to control you and what you said.

"Yes, yes Jake." You moaned. "Please, don't stop."

He tugged at your earlobe and said, "so we do remember our manners, hm?" in a teasing tone.

Your hand reached for the back of his head as he continued to suck at your neck and travel down to your jugular. Your other hand was gripped tightly against the edge of the table to keep yourself upright while Jake meticulously drew every sound possible from you by his touch. His tongue flattened against the skin and slid its way up to your jaw. You never realized how deeply you missed Jake until you were finally with him.

You had your eyes shut with furrowed brows as you allowed your head to hang back. Every movement Jake made with his fingers, his mouth, his hand that found its way to your breast and massaged it - you were in euphoria. Only did he make you feel this good, and you made it known with your lack of words and preferred usage of pleasured sounds.

Then your eyes were shooting open and your fingers gripping harder at Jake's hair as you felt his tongue circle at your clit. You looked down at the sight, seeing him kneeled down before you as he devoured at your pussy. He hummed in satisfaction of the taste of you - sweet like honey, and your mouth hung open in an "O" shape, unable to utter a sound. Finally, an exaggerated groan rolled off of your tongue, and your head was able to be thrown back with your head fuzzy in ecstasy.

Your hand that rested at the back of his head landed back onto the table, clenching and unclenching, which Jake was quick to notice. His hand immediately found yours and folded his fingers into your own, giving you something to squeeze onto you. The small note of intimacy made you crack a small smile, but quickly allowing it to fade away as Jake grasped harshly onto your hip to keep you in place and reminding you where your focus should be.

He lapped at your folds as he kept a steady pace in and out of your pussy while your thighs squeezed tightly around his head. He switched between sucking at your clit and allowing his tongue to do all the work. You were grinding your hips to the motions of his tongue, and while normally you were ridiculed by him with a slap at your thigh, he allowed it after being away from one another so long.

You were clenching around his fingers, which elicited a pleased hum from him. He could tell you were close to your release, and that's exactly where he wanted you to be before stripping it away from you so suddenly. The tightened knot in the pit of your stomach completely dissolving, not unraveling, always had you whining in annoyance.

He flattened his tongue once more and dragged it up your pussy, then pushed himself up by slapping his hands on the tops of your thighs and levering himself that way.

You encapsulated your mouth onto his by bringing him with your hands harshly slapping against his face. He groaned into your lips with satisfaction, while you wrapped your hand around his length and began stroking it. At some points in moments like these, you felt like you just barely had some sort of dominance over Jake, and he was submitting to the pleasure you were granting him. He found it harder to kiss you back, resting his forehead against your own with eyes squeezed shut. As if anything you had asked him to do, he would without hesitation. And his face even showed how resistless he had become under your touch, contorting and softening with his eyebrows pulled in and mouth parted open.

You kept your eyes open to see the way his face shifted emotions, watching him grow restless with your position of being in charge. He wrapped his hand around your own and stopped your motions, looking down at his cock and focusing on lining himself up with your entrance. You quickly propped one of your legs up onto the table to allow easier access for him and impatiently waited. As spit dribbled down from his pursed lips and onto his cock, with a few more strokes, he was easing himself into you and resting his forehead onto your shoulder.

"Fuck, y/n," he drew out in a long breath as he was fully rested inside of you. He was slow pulling himself out, but quick to slam into you.

He raised his head off of your shoulder and met your eyes, seeing yours with the lids of them resting halfway, mouth opened in an 'O' shape with eyebrows softened. You made it known to him that you were all his - and always will be, but in this moment, you were whatever you needed him to be. Through your lust-filled brain you imprinted the memory of how perfect Jake feels inside of you, how he knows exactly where his fingers need to dance onto your skin, or where his hands should rest. He was wickedly talented at the art of pleasure, and he knew what made your body tick. He was in tune with your body, which he oh-so adored, and wasn't going to go anywhere until he felt satisfied enough.

You had one hand sprawled behind your back onto the table and the other on Jake's shoulder, throwing your head back as he slammed into you and rattled the items that lay astray on the tabletop. If anything were to fall, neither of you paid mind to it. What mattered was the sensations that ran throughout your entire being, your heartbeat increasing with every second, and your body accumulating a sweat that began at your hairline.

His breaths were heavy, daring to look at you while his pace increased. The corner of his lips curled into a malicious smirk, forcing your lips onto his by pushing your head towards him after landing the back of his hand in your damp hair. His other hand was placed beside your thigh to keep him up, but every once and a while, it would travel to the outer of your thigh and squeeze tightly.

Your kiss shared with him was a sloppy mess, with both of you breathing into each other's mouth and unable to contain your moans from sputtering out from your lips. His tongue danced alongst your own, toying with it before resting his back in his mouth and pulling from your lips to kiss your cheek. He reached your ear with his lips, tugging at your earlobe, and allowing you to hear his restless, guttural groans that tore at your core with pleasure.

"You're all mine, you know that?" He groaned to you. "Your pussy is for my pleasure only - no one else's. You understand?" He continued his fast-paced thrusts while borderline whispering these words to you.

You swallowed harshly, breathing out a small, "yes," as you were unable to utter anything else. It was already a battle enough to keep yourself quiet to minimize the noise anyone in the green room could hear, but yet, they all knew why you were with Jake. And frankly, Jake didn't care about the noise. In fact, he encouraged your cries of ecstasy. He demanded it from you.

He wrapped his hand around your neck tightly, forcing you to look at him as he withheld your breath.

"Say you understand, y/n. Say that you understand that no one else can have you but I." He breathed, lessening his tight grip around your neck to allow you to speak for him.

"I understand, Jake," you said as your eyes rolled back from the way Jake was thrusting into you, "I'm all yours."

You didn't have to refocus your eyes on him to know he was smirking - you could just hear his lips curl. Now he was quickly pulling himself out of you, and in a swift motion, lifting you off from the table and barely giving you time to land on your feet before turning you around and bending you over. You were face to face with yourself, seeing how your makeup had run, and your lips were swollen and darker tinted than normal.

But then you saw him, and how he looked from behind you. His eyes landed on your ass, and in a near second, you saw his hand raise and swat against the skin. You jumped with a light whimper trapping itself behind your lips as you bit down on your bottom lip. His eyes met yours, and there he was, giving you the smallest hint of a smile, and forcefully pushing himself all the way inside of you.

One of his hands rested at your hip with a harsh grip, and the other was at your shoulder while he watched the movement of your ass each time it hit against his stomach. He was entranced by the way your body moved, how good it felt to be inside of you, how perfect you looked fully exposed to him.

He whispered something near incoherent, but you were able to pick it up.

"Good, good fucking girl. That's it, baby." He said as he kept his eyes locked on your rear. You watched his lips drop open, his hair moving with his motions and his eyebrows softening and furrowing with each sensation that drove through his body. He grabbed at your ass once more, giving you another swat to make sure he would leave his mark on you as if the bruises caused by his mouth weren't already stained onto your body.

You moaned his name, begging him not to stop as he was hitting the spot you craved to be caressed the most. You dared to reach your fingers down to your clit to reach your orgasm, but as your hand began to make its way there, Jake immediately caught on, and grabbed ahold of your hair and tugged you far back enough to where your back arched away from his chest.

"Greedy now, are we?" His hand from your hair released itself to forcefully grasp your throat with his pointer finger and thumb harshly pressed at your jaw to look towards him. You didn't know what to respond with, other than to rest your hands onto the edge of the table and allowing your knuckles to turn white.

You dared to hold eye contact with him, and he squeezed your cheeks with the intent of forcing your mouth open and spitting onto your tongue. You swallowed the substance without thought, looking at him as you raised one hand to hold onto the side of his face. And the grip he had onto your face wasn't harsh enough, because you felt your head turn forward and lean back with a loud moan as your orgasm grew closer, and the pads of his fingers rubbed vigorous circles onto your clit.

"Greedy little whore." He whispered into your ear, looking at you through the mirror. He watched the way your breasts bounced, how your body twitched, how you were nearly unresponsive with the amount of pleasure you were receiving. You truly were all his.

"Jake, please," you begged quietly. There were more words you wanted to say, but they had fizzled and left your mind, and you could only focus on the way Jake was pumping in and out of you at a quickened pace.

Strands of his hair began to stick to his cheeks, and his silver necklaces that he had on left a cold sting onto your back as they would barely graze the skin. Every single sense in your body had become heightened and intensified, along with your entire body tensing up that had your entire body running hot. All you could do was chase your release, to tune into the intoxicating sensation of Jake delivering as much pleasure to you as possible.

"God, I'm gonna cum." He warned as his thrusts became inconsistent, yet perfectly paced to reach his high. "Gonna cum with me?"

There was only one answer to that question, and he knew that. But hearing you say it helped send him over the edge. It helped him feel more in control of your orgasm. Hell, you were surprised your release hadn't overtaken you yet.

"Yes, Jake, just please, don't stop." You moaned.

And as you felt the tight knot unravel in your stomach, you began to fall forward with your legs trembling, and Jake coming to your aid by bracing his arm across your chest as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“That’s it darling,” he soothed, “there you go.”

His head fell forward as he finished inside of you, draining himself fully and leaving himself with a heaving chest. His arm fell from your chest and landed his hand on top of yours on the edge of the table, with the other hand teasing at your sensitive clit once more just to feel you twitch a final time around him.

After you nearly grabbed his wrist to move it away from the overstimulation, he landed his hand onto your waist, and stayed inside of you for a moment. His eyes found yours in the mirror, and he pressed a soft, long kiss onto your cheek.

"You okay?" He said to you.

"Yes, yes I'm okay," you giggled, "more than okay."

He chuckled at your statement. "Just making sure." He said as he looked at you.

His lips traveled onto your neck with soft, relaxed kisses, reaching to the end of your shoulder and stopping there as he pulled himself from you. You tried to turn around to face him, but as he saw your legs nearly give out, he came to wrap his hands around your waist, and keep you on your feet. If it weren't for the warm liquid dripping down onto the insides of your thighs, you would have forgotten that Jake had finished inside of you.

After seeing that animalistic side of him, you had nearly forgotten how caring he was, and how important it was to him to tend to you after practically using your body. And while one hand stayed at the small at your back, the other raised to your cheek, and his thumb softly swiped against it in a back-and-forth motion.

You two allowed each other to catch your breaths, keeping your eyes locked onto his and smiling at him softly in your hazed state.

"Do you want to stay after for a bit before you head off?" He said to you, finally having his breathing under control.

"Don't want me to stay over for the night, or are you already sick of me?" You said to him with a knowing grin.

He chuckled at your response and placed a soft kiss onto your lips. "Go on and get dressed and we'll head back to mine when you're ready to, alright?"

You nodded at him and began to clean yourself up, which he helped with, then aiding him, and getting dressed to make yourself presentable to walk out of the dressing room and accept the stares from the rest of the band and any of their team members who witnessed the sounds that erupted from Jake's dressing room.

But they all knew why you were there. After all, you were Jake's personal groupie. And you enjoyed the lifestyle. You enjoyed Jake, and he enjoyed you.

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chappell roan has actually spoken quite a lot about the fact that her persona draws heavy inspiration from drag queens, & on her recent tour her opening acts were always local queens from whatever city she was playing in, explicitly because she wanted to honor drag's influence on her aesthetics! i think a lot of fans want to slot her into this simplistic "non-wlw dni" gently sapphic or whatever pop star role, but she herself is unambiguously vocal about "chappell roan" as a campy gendered performance she's doing

ok since this is like the fifth anon giving me this exact information: you all do realise that saying "my aesthetic is influenced by drag" is not inherently the same as having something to say ABOUT drag. right? like what does the styling MEAN. what is the POINT of the chappell roan persona. to stick with comparisons that are popular on tumblr---marina in her electra heart era, or lana in pretty much any era, are other examples of cis woman pop stars who are doing draggy performances of femininity via which they have something [they are trying] to say ABOUT their understanding of gender or marriage or american nationalism etc. i don't get any analogous opinions of any sort from chappell roan, onstage or when asked point-blank in interviews, and i don't think the fact that kayleigh amstutz is a lesbian, and lizzy grant isn't, is prima facie evidence that chappel roan is doing or saying anything of substance. it's not a moral transgression to be a vapid pop artist but it does make me not care about you, especially if your music already sounds like taylor swift, another performer whose popularity equally baffles me. i swear to god interacting with chappell roan stans is like if i suddenly found out there was a massive rabid fanbase for corrugated cardboard. peace and love

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So i recently listenend to ttpd due to me always listening to all of the people that are at the grammys for this year (i just like checking out people or songs i otherwise wouldn‘t try out)

Here are my thoughts on ttpd:

In one of the songs she calls her fans vipers that called her out for dating matty. And frankly that is a big point i want to touch on. She always talked in interviews that she finds it ok to make sure people know who songs are about cause these men should feel shame. She always makes sure to be obvious so her fans can send hate towards these people. Sometimes she even makes easter eggs to hint at who it is about. Like yes the joke that ts only ever writes about exes is overdone, but she clearly always benefited from it, making this parasocial relationship even deeper. And she does this in a way that i have not seen other artists usually do. Thinking of lana, theweeknd or bruno mars- they write about their exes but you don‘t see them being this obvious and exploiting their relationship.

What i want to say is that while i am a big fan of her songs that have been personal, i don‘t take it lightly that she now suddenly dislikes fans calling her out. Either don‘t allow the fans to come close at all, or accept that you let them in and they now act like your friends who have a say in who you date. She is the victim of the own sphere she made. I don‘t feel sorry for this

I can do it with a broken heart sounds like a midnight made song and with a bit too much ego, which can lead into a place that is iffy because it feels like taylor knows she is too big to not sell well

I also don‘t take lightly that taylor had to mention kim again, which ok fine it has been years but i guess you can still be cut up about it. What i do not let slide is how she uses kim‘s child as a pawn in her play. Bringing children into your beef has always been weird, but bringing the child of your own declared „enemy“ into this to benefit from it, is not of taste. Especially because she knows her fanbase, she knows her fans will dig out said child and send hate. I mean this is like leaving a piece of sugar ourside and then acting like a victim when ants eat it. 

A lot of lyrics or idea of songs do not stick the landing. The lyrics are sometimes like a rambling. Like a person talking to their therapist or their friend. There aren‘t even proper catchy beats behind it. It is like it lacks character and the autonomy that a pop song has to make it memorable and to make it stand out. Like do i go into a ts record thinking it would be groundbreaking? No, ts always played it safe. She never gave me a more ballsy production like lana, lord or billie while also having good lyrics. But i expected at least a core to it, something to remember it by. It is sad because at her height, she can allow herself to be artistically standout ish, she can allow herself to take a step outside of this safe space, takikg an artistic risk, as i have said, because even she knows she is too big to not sell

The writing is crammed and doesn‘t have good hooks or melodies within the lyrics. And i know taylor is capable of delivering on that front usually. Folklore and everymore were lyrically well thought out, you were able to remember the lyrics and melody based only on how she sang the songs. Ttpd suffers under it‘s crammed lyrics and lack of melody even while singing the songs.

Ttpd doesn‘t have the catchy beats 1989 had, nor the buzz red had. Not even the deep cuts from lover can be compared to ttpd because ttpd feels washed out and as i said: 

just like a friend rambling to a friend about how angry she is over one guy making her wait and how he has depression and wouldn‘t commit. And how another guy love bombed her but also couldn‘t commit and she is oh soo angry about this. 

If this is all i can take away from an album with over 30 songs then there is something wrong with it

As i said i usually listen to all of grammy music for several years now, but i have always taken something from it: vocal wise, lyric wise or beat wise

This album sadly didn‘t give me anything and i would be saddened to see it awarded. If all i can take away from a music record is: she was mad as hell

Then what benefit do i get from listening to it? Nothing!!!! 

Ttpd is nothing to me

Ttpd is nothing, it is emptiness but the emptiness isn‘t impressive, isn‘t memorable

Ttpd equals nothing

Very interesting! I don't think for a minute that Poets will get an AOTY award. The reviews all criticised the lack of memorable instrumentation/melodies/production.

[cherries-in-wine]

But daddy i love him was wild like bro really said “my fandom of mainly young woke women wont let me date a racist rat 😔💔”

i think this is where the artist’s brand comes into play too because lover was all about “yay positivity yay liberals yay gay people” so like girl what did u expect

Gave ttpd a relisten and i still hate it yipeee- also kinda shocking how unable the album is to stand on it’s own it seems as if it’s only appealing to people who know her dating lore. And it’s so…uncharacteristically messy? Like i think there’s a certain reason why people like an artist- Swift isn't a very entertaining performer (like kpop idols) or that vocally gifted (people like ariana grande) i think her appeal is more song writing, story telling and album structure- i think ttpd lacks in all of those criterias

I don’t think jack antonoff is a bad producer- isn’t a certain producer having a certain vibe the charm of them? If i like a song I’ll listen to the producer’s other work because it’s usually similar. I love his work with lana del rey and sabrina carpenter but the thing is they had other producers working on their albums too so you don’t get bored of hearing the same style and it creates a balance. The problem is that Taylor has had him from midnights to re-recordings to ttpd and I’m just so sick of the same boring synth pop over and over again. Even the re-recordings have lost their charm and sound like midnights rejects. Taylor has a massive fanbase and is at a point where it won’t really hurt her financially if an album isn’t a commercial success- she has everyone’s ear so it pisses me off that it’s always playing it safe with the same sound when ttpd is just begging for some dramatic instrumentals.

[lukeynewtssimp]

was reading comments on gossip blogs ( not dm page ) about the new nic pap pics & was surprised by how some of her fans are using that opportunity to shit & hate on luke I hate it so much the dude does nothing & get hate for no reason & I hate to say this but all the past few months made me just annoyed & I really don't want him & nic to interact ever again like her fans already harass & hate on him when he does & I'm just tired of it. I still like polin & they are amazing Penelope & Colin but I really can't act like seeing the endless hate he gets doesn't make me so upset btw this has nothing to do with shipping but I'm just tired of big part of nic fanbase & I feel the same about Jonny fanbase they have been weirdly racist towards Cynthia & I can't handle seeing stuff like this anymore. call me weak or whatever but I'm so over it being fan of people & have to pretend that I'm not affected nor upset by fans of their costars

I get the sentiment Anon. While I am a big fan of Lukey Newts, I am also a fan of Nic. I love them and wish them both all of the best.

But I do see what you’re saying, a lot of Nic solo stans unfortunately take any opportunity to hate on Luke and make every conversation about him. We could get into the psychology of that but I’d rather not as it’ll take the whole day lol.

I get your frustration and your feelings are completely valid. But it would be such a shame not seeing them interact or work together again. I love their friendship! In fact their beautiful friendship was the gateway drug that made me fall in love with both of them individually. We’ve already seen something similar happen with the To All The Boys I Loved Before fandom. Lana and Noah were subjected to some of the most toxic shipping there ever was, all while Lana was in a very serious relationship with her now husband. They both at some point admitted they had crushes on each other, and while it was cute, the shipping has now completely ruined their friendship and working relationship to the point where Lana said she would never work with Noah again because of that. And to be completely honest, it was really disappointing not seeing her with Noah in Xo Kitty. But I digress…

While the hate that both Luke and Nic are subjected to is now coming from their “solo stans”, it is all ultimately rooted in disappointed former shippers. And I would hate to see something like what happened with Lana and Noah to happen to Luke and Nic.

Xx

[sweetmariihs2]

Lana Del Rey's songs are perfect for the Onceler: an essay

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I've known about Illumination's adaptation of The Lorax since I was a little girl, but I only joined the Onceler fandom in 2024. Since joining I've seen many versions and adaptations of the Onceler story, many fan works and askblogs, but something I'd like to emphasize here are the playlists. Not that they're not good, they're great, but I miss a big element in them, something that has a lot of potential for the Onceler fandom, which are Lana Del Rey's songs.

Non-recurring fan: "But Mari, what are you talking about? Lana Del Rey's songs have nothing to do with Onceler." And that's where you're wrong! I've been listening to Lana's songs for a long time now (years), and I can assure you that it has more to do with the Onceler story than you might think. I want to have a chance to explain why, and I know that people's attention spans are short, so I'll give a brief summary that might catch your attention and convince you to read the rest of the post: Lana's nostalgic songs about the American dream, glamour, money, living in ignorance of consumerism, and relationships with powerful and perhaps emotionally abusive men who caused their own downfall - She has a section of songs dedicated to this, and several versions of a single song that tell a story extremely similar to the Onceler's, which is the "National Anthem" collection of songs.

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Who is Lana Del Rey and why do her songs match the Onceler?

First of all, I'm writing this post assuming that you know the Onceler very well, but are not very familiar with Lana's music. You've probably heard some of her songs online, but something that's important to mention and that's more familiar to those within her fanbase is her massive collection of unreleased music.

I'm good with words, a bit bad at explaining concepts, but I'll try to briefly talk about the general topics of Lana's songs to you. To start, Lana's songs are always storytelling songs, she's always telling a story instead of just explaining a concept in her lyrics (and I find it funny that this is a slight similarity to the Onceler, because he is a storyteller himself, but it's just a funny fact). Her stories are varied, and they repeat many elements, such as the lives of people from different decades of the 1900s (by the way there's the movie "The Great Gatsby" that happens in the 20s, which she was invited to write the main song for and the story itself is very Lana-coded (and Onceler-coded too)), the American dream, elements of the 60s, old Hollywood, nostalgia, political issues in the US especially those present in the 1900s, etc, etc, etc. She writes a lot of songs about bad men too, but also about American girls from different social classes, sometimes describing luxurious lives with rich men, sometimes describing lives as a call girl living in a trailer park and working at a gas station.

Her stories are varied, and usually (important information) about women in the background, living in someone's shadow, like the various versions of National Anthem, very similar to the story of Priscilla Presley, Elvis' wife, who has also influenced Lana in her career in looks and music. She also sings about depression, and she is well known for having "depressing" songs, however most of her unreleased songs have an upbeat tone, which doesn't make much sense.

All of this that I'm telling you is about the concept of Lana's songs, but if you're reading and already looking for similarities between her songs and Onceler, you'll have noticed that there are already some similarities just in the general theme of her songs. The search for the American dream, the references to the 1900s, consumerism, money, old Hollywood aspects, political issues and nostalgia, are all elements that we find in Onceler and also in the various works about him that are in the fandom. Lana also makes many references to famous names from the 1900s, social movements and fashion of the time, for example, she always mentions the Beatles, Elvis, and even former president John Kennedy in some references.

And if you've been around here for a while, you probably know that 2012 Onceler was heavily inspired by many of these names and elements from that era, as described in this post that you should really check out to understand the extent of what I'm saying. (The working link to the file can be found in the last reblog, ok?)

Lana is constantly singing about men like this. Usually bad men, but sometimes she sings about genuine romance, and generally romantic situations seen through fem gaze, often admiring the boys she sings about. Mentions of Jim Morrison (gods and monsters), Beatles (let the light in), James Dean (blue jeans), Elvis (body electric), John Kennedy (national anthem and jfk) and more. She made a song called "Axl Rose husband" once. She makes constant mentions of being by the side of powerful men (rich characters, rockstar characters, star characters, characters who are just starting their career and are not famous yet, etc) or just admiring these male characters as if they were her favorite people, each song is a different scenario... It's not like she only talks about that, it's because her romantic songs are relevant to the post. Of course she also sings about different scenarios without boys involved, but I'm focusing on the songs about them right now.

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"National Anthem" collection of songs and how it's story matches the Onceler so well

I hope that by this point in the post you are more invested in what I am saying, because from here on out you are in for a rollercoaster of information. This is the most fun part for me (it is now 3:26 in the morning)

Released National Anthem - Born To Die album

I don't even know how to start this because I'm so excited, but let's start by taking it one step at a time. When Lana turned famous, on her debut album "Born To Die" she included a song called "National Anthem". Lana doesn't make the meanings of her songs very explicit, and the stories she tells usually have missing pieces that we have to piece together based on the references and elements she adds to the songs, and this case was no different. The song National Anthem is told from the point of view of a female character who is married to a very rich and politically/economically important man. They live a life of luxury, and she describes him in a way that implies the fact that he is very important to the country, using terms like "king of Chevron" (Chevron is the name of a company that extracts raw materials (aka oil)). The instrumental is also fundamental to the song, as we can hear the sound of fireworks in the background, and the opening of the song is inspired by a very well-known song in the USA called Bittersweet Symphony.

The most striking line in this song, and the line that fits the Onceler very well, is the catchphrase that she uses several times: "Money is the anthem of success", making variations throughout the song, such as "Money is the reason we exist, everybody knows it, it's a fact (kiss, kiss)" or "Money is the anthem of success so put on mascara and your party dress". Of course, this line is said with irony by the singer, and she actually wants to describe the lifestyle and behavior of the characters in the story she is telling.

After 1/3 of the entire song talking about romance, and money, and the man she loves and their lifestyle together, the bridge is where everything falls apart. In her own voice and in the sonority of the song, as well as in the lyrics, we can hear how the singer/character she portrays shows herself to be overwhelmed and worried about the lifestyle she lives, showing that all that glamour is not as wonderful as she made it out to be in the song. Of course, consumerism and alienation are clearly easy to notice up to this point in the song, but we didn't know that this female character was aware of it and worried about this aspect of her life. She and the male character live a dream, and she is madly in love with him as we can see, but it doesn't make her concern any less evident:

I would advise listening to this part of the song, because just reading the lyrics isn't enough to understand her tone of voice and how worried she sounds, and how the song changes to a hopeful tone when she mentions the fact that he'll hold her, he'll be there, pulling her back together. But the lyrics don't sound like a genuine relationship, they don't sound like a mutual romance, but more like an emotional attachment, especially in this part. When the female character is overwhelmed, worried about the life they're leading, the male character makes her stop thinking about it and makes her feel good again, and she shows total dependence on him to help her when she's down (and that's not healthy). Soon after, the song goes back to the previous rhythm, when she was talking about glamour and romance, and she says: "Money is the anthem of success, so put on mascara and your party dress", implying that it's HIM who says this line, and she's repeating HIS line throughout the whole song. To lean on something, on him? Maybe, who knows.

National Anthem tells the story of a wife of an important man, who is in love with him and the life they lead, but when she realizes that what is happening around them is not healthy, and he manipulates her back into believing that it is okay to continue like this, and she believes it, because she is emotionally dependent on him. The title and the line "Tell me I'm your national anthem" imply that the country's national anthem is as important to him as she is. Mentions of consumerism, blurring the lines between real and fake (Thneedville), big dreams ("It's gonna be huge!" as the Onceler says), it all reminds me of Onceler's story. But you think it ends there? No no no.

National Anthem - "I Still Love Him" monologue

Remember when I said that Lana tells us several pieces of story and expects us to put them together? National Anthem had more pieces of story that were cut, and this monologue was one of them. (Just because it was cut doesn't make it "non-canon", there isn't much of that here in the Lana fandom, we work with crumbs). This monologue tells about many, many things pending in the story. You see, this monologue is done by the female character, and she is telling in a nostalgic tone (similar to the old Onceler telling about his past in the cabin lol I'll stop) about that man she loved, and the life they led, but mainly about him.

She talks about how he was unique, and had a way of being that captivated everyone around him, but he was torn between being a good person and missing out on the opportunities that an incredible man like him could have (literally, that was said in her words). It's not clear what those opportunities are, but it is said that the female character tried to convince him to stop, to go back to how they were before; She says that as the years went by things got harder and they faced more challenges, although these things and challenges are not specified. And when she says that he was torn between being a good person and missing out on opportunities, we hear a gunshot, implying that his downfall was death. Something that wasn't made clear in the song. And at the end she says "But I... understood him. And I loved him, I loved him, I loved him... I still love him.", showing that she never forgot him and the time they had together.

But something interesting to say is that the National Anthem video is a huge reference to the life of John Kennedy, former president of the USA, and his wife Jacqueline Kennedy. This monologue makes it clear that the male character suffered the same fate as the president, who (tw: graphic) was shot dead next to his wife in a car in broad daylight, and that it had a strong impact on US politics at the time. I'm not North-American so I won't go on too much, but it's clear that Lana is telling a story inspired by theirs. There's no guarantee that it's not a story specifically about them, but I prefer to consider it Lana's fanfiction since it's a more romanticized version and told through her nostalgic lens, it doesn't portray the life of this real-life couple.

There are some edits and music videos of this monologue on YouTube, using scenes from movies that told abour John Kennedy and his wife or real life videos of the couple. I was kinda torn between adding one of them here or adding the lyric video, but I ended up keeping the lyric video because of the lyrics, of course, and because some of the MV's show JK's death, and some have strong images. From the real recording of the event or just a film that replicates what happened.

Lana making us chase after crumbs from this story like the Onceler makes Ted come back every day to tell the rest of his story? You should be ashamed, how embarassing Lana

"National Anthem Demo" and "I Want It All" version

In terms of storytelling, these songs don't add much, but for us Oncelings, they do. The original version of National Anthem wasn't actually that nostalgic, glamorous and melancholic version that we heard - It was a trash pop with guitar and a catchy rhythm, which doesn't make it any less fun to dance to, but it reminds me a lot of How Bad Can I Be. Making a little niche joke here, How Bad Can I Be would be National Anthem Demo and the released version of National Anthem + monologue would be Biggering, lmao. The lyrics don't change much, except for the fact that Lana sounds much more confident and fun in this one, almost completely ignorant of the problems mentioned in the released song, but which still has a worried and overwhelmed bridge, showing that her concern still exists. And in this version, some extra parts are added with a male voice saying yes to everything she asks for. "Do you think you'll buy me lots of diamonds?" "Yes, of course I will, my darling"

Honestly, this song has such a catchy rhythm and such a striking guitar riff, mixed with the "ignorant" lyrics, that it reminds me so, so much of How Bad Can I Be, it's crazy. I can't believe how aren't there thousands and thousands of Onceler edits with it, that song is his, it's such a missed opportunity.

But anyway, getting back to the subject, besides the demo version of the song, we have a version called "I Want It All". It's very good, but the chorus is completely replaced by the female character saying that she wants everything from him, she wants money and "things that love can't buy". I think Lana removed it because it gives the wrong idea of ​​the story she wanted to tell, although I personally also consider it an element of the story, it doesn't add anything new if you put it on the scale and add it to what we already have, she really lives alienated by her own wealth. It would be bad if Lana had cut the chorus and just put this one in its place, though. I'm glad she made the right decision.

JFK - Unreleased song

‼️This is the only video with this song on YouTube so I couldn't choose any other, be aware that there are strong/violent images in it‼️

Now this one isn't really part of the National Anthem song collection, but it's a song that's also part of the story because it's also about her character inspired by John Kennedy. In this song we can, once again, hear more deeply the extent of the love that the female character felt for him. I feel like this is an expansion of the monologue, because she's telling a listener about the character, and she always says "he was, I was, we were". The story is over, and she'll carry his memories forever. But there are some very interesting lyrics here for us Oncelings, just looking at them makes me want to squirm with joy.

It's like a love letter from that female character to him. She tells us about his scent, his voice, the person he was, their relationship.

She describes him as "King of the town, with a crown that would never fall", like, come on, don't you remember the Onceler painting that says "Too big to fail" and in the end he failed? Lana's character is also described with a crown that would never fall, but in the end it did fall, and we are told about it after it has already fallen. She also references rock n' roll, since it is not new for Lana to describe her male characters with rock elements and singers that she herself has had crushes on, and I must remind you of the countless rock references that the Onceler has in his design and personality, besides the fact that he is a guitarist, another thing that is mentioned a lot in Lana's songs.

In JFK, once again she describes how unique he was, that there was only one soul like his between one and a million, and there is a specific part that really gets me, which is when she says "You've got a soul like no one I know, you're so new at it; the way you see through that shit, breaks my heart and it drives me crazy". She's already described his unique and magnetic personality, but do you remember when she said that he's a good person but couldn't pass up opportunities, even though she's already advised him to stop? Here she says "You're so new at it, the way you see through that shit, breaks my heart and it drives me crazy", is he new to the business? Does she mean he's just a boy in the middle of all the currents that are dragging him along? What does she mean by "you see through that shit", she said he was torn in the monologue, he seems to be getting into trouble and seeing more than he should, is that what she's singing about? Is she referring to the character's optimism, even though the circumstances they live in are overwhelming? At least that's what I understood based on everything she said. Do you notice how there are no plot holes in each version? This is a complete story, guys.

And one more thing I would like to say, do you remember how this character was manipulative towards her? Maybe it was for her own good, who knows, but even so, there is a toxic relationship of attachment between them, and Lana always sings about unhealthy relationships. Maybe this character is perceiving him in a way that he is not. She says that he is unique, there is no one like him, and it breaks her heart to see him in this situation, but is he worth all this compassion or is she blinded by her emotions and his manipulation? He may be a bad man, or at least not as innocent as he seems, Lana gave hints of this in the bridges of the songs. She says that he is getting himself into trouble, and advises him not to do it, but he goes ahead and does it. It is just questionable, maybe it is innocence, but he may also be less oblivious than she thinks, after all he manipulates her a little, right? And since the character is inspired by John Kennedy, I have to reinforce that the relationship between him and Jacqueline was not one of the healthiest, this is also relevant.

But anyway, that's the story told by the various versions of National Anthem. It's the growth of an empire, which lasted for a certain period of time, with wealth and power, and love, which in some ways was almost like a fever dream for her character, but eventually ended when the "king of the town" fell and everyone mourned this loss. In the audio for the song JFK there are also audios of old speeches by John Kennedy himself, and the aesthetic reminds me a little bit of the fact that the Onceler appeared on TV, did commercials for his own company, probably gave public speeches and talked about Thneedville, promised great things, and unfortunately it ended up the way it did.

National Anthem, like Biggering and HBCIB, or even The Lorax 1972 and 2012, are different pieces of the same story, which we have to knead, mix, disassemble and reassemble to understand the order of the facts, with the difference that with Lana's songs we can do this with more freedom and consider speculations. But if you're sad because you think we've run out of song suggestions, I'm here to assure you that we haven't.

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List of other Lana's songs that matches the Onceler

Million Dollar Man

She's in love with a rich man and he's also doing bad stuff. Maybe it's also a piece of the story told in National Anthem, who knows, but I don't think of it that much. He convinces and manipulates people... of what? I'm not sure. You probably know this song by the "one for the money, two for the show" part. But yes, the lyrics really match the Onceler, I just decided to highlight it instead of quoting because it's easier for me that way to explain.

Hundred Dollar Bill

This song has two versions too, but the lyrics are the same and the story isn't as complicated to understand as National Anthem, don't worry about that. The version I want to recommend is the trash pop one, with the catchy guitar riff and the sounds of coins in the background. Basically Lana sings about being a call girl and hooking up with rich guys, repeating that nothing is more gourgeous than a hundred dollar bill. It reminds me of this scene, but if you want to insert an oc that's fine too lmao

You Can Be The Boss

She's talking about how she met a rich guy and had a fling with him. Honestly, the song delivers more than it promises, it's really good. I find it funny how she flirts in the lyrics, she always does that. "He had a cigarette with his number on it - He gave it over to me, "Do you want it?" - I knew it was wrong but I palmed it - I saved it, I waited, I called it - The liquor on your lips makes you dangerous - I knew it was wrong, I’m beyond it - I tried to be strong but I lost it - You taste like the fourth of July - Malt liquor on your breath, my, my" and the mention of his white car is also alamsnbsnjskskdbdh

Playground

This is the time Lana tried to rap but scrapped the song. She talks a lot about competition, fame, fighting to get what you want, and has a cocky tone in her voice, kind of similar to HBCIB. "I just wanna party boy, I don't wanna fight - But everybody knows that that's the way it is - Only players can survive - They all know my name now, It's just another lonely day on the playground (Only players can survive)" reminds me of "THERE IS A PRINCIPLE OF NATURE ‼️‼️💋💋 THAT ALMOST EVERY CREATURE KNOWS💥💥"

Is it wrong?

She met her local rockstar and they're also having a fling. "Is it wrong? Is it wrong? I’m makin' out with you while You’re singin' your song, is it wrong? Is it wrong? You’re playing your guitar and It’s turnin' me on" "You got me in the back of Your car like a star, is it wrong?" Ummmm I won't explain myself further

Groupie Love

She's watching her rockstar/guitar player boyfriend perform and considers herself his groupie love. They're in a crowd full of people but she knows that he is thinking of her. This song has me giggling and kicking my feet, specially before the "every time you look up, I know what you're thinking of" and you can hear a guitar playing in the background. I like to see this as a way to show this character "playing" the song, adding elements from the story inside the instrumental. Very sexy 100% recommend ‼️‼️‼️ "it's so hard sometimes with the star, when you have to share him with everybody"

Big Spender

Well, this song is not Lana's but she did a cover of it for a snippet in a rapper's song. I personally don't really like the rapper in the song, I'd rather hear her voice, so I recommend listening to the original vintage version of the song of the same name, it's good and suits Onceler, you'll like it.

White Dress

This is a song about her career. On this album she reflects a lot on fame and the repercussions it can have on someone's life (and her own). In this song, she sings nostalgically about the time when she was 19 and just a waitress, wearing a white dress, not famous, listening to rock, not knowing what her future held. Then she says "Look at how a got this, just singing in the street", contemplating the place she has reached. But she also remembers when she was just a young girl at the "Man In Music Business Conference", and remembers how ridiculous the whole situation was. "I felt free 'cause I was only 19. Such a scene..."/"I only mention it 'cause it was such a scene. And I felt seen..." There's a bit more to talk about this song's meaning, but I won't go into too much detail about that.

"I was a waitress wearing a tight dress

Like, look who would do this, look who would got this

It made me feel, made me feel like a god

It kinda makes me feel, like maybe I was better off..."

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Playlist, my story and final considerations

I made a Lana Onceler playlist for those who like both of them and want to check it out, but specially because of the story I'm working on about an oc of mine called... Lana, and Onceler, of course. She is heavily inspired by Lana Del Rey too, but that's not all, It has a cool plot and good aesthetic too, if you want to take a look at the post I made about it, I'll leave the link here: Lana (oc) x Onceler thing I'm working on, I'm still deciding which name to choose. The playlist is about them but you can just listen as an usual Onceler playlist (Except it's a bit immersive and has old songs that fit with that headcanon of the Onceler being from the 40s-60s, it's a good setting, okay? Vintage music isn't too far off from the Lana Del Rey theme honestly, especially if you daydream like me and act out your own fanfics in your head, it's fun. Imagine Onceler in a business party, or an interview, I don't know. I have a whole story in my head but in your case you can hear it differently.)

This is the link to the playlist in case you wanna hear it.

I made this post because, honestly? The Onceler is perfect for Lana's songs, and everyone here is missing out on that. I think it would be really cool to see edits of him with these songs out there, or drawings, or fanfics and other fanworks, and I decided to come and talk about a subject that's been on my mind for about 2 months. People here would love to know about that, just as much as I do. Lana's fans are also famous for their moodboards so perhaps more Onceler moodboards too? I don't know. But that's basically it, thanks for reading this huge post that I wrote.

Every Lana song can be a Onceler song if you squint enough lmao. There are other songs that reminds me of him but I didn't added because I felt like they were really out of place here. Like the song "Dark But Just A Game" that talks about fame and previous stars, and she said she wouldn't let herself be dragged down the current as they did and had terrible fates. I guess the title speaks for itself.

It's now 06:06 AM, that's what hyperfocus does to people (only finished the graphics and added the links and pics 2 days later)

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I have taken it upon myself to judge all the ace attorneys and legal professionals ( and then some !) in terms of how they would be as a partner . 1 sentence explanations only

(Warning this is stupid and long also play ghost trick )

legal disclaimer this is a joke

Blaze Debeste - The fact that the prevailing fan theory is that he murdered his wife is probably not a good sign

Kristoph Gavin- He WOULD gaslight you people stop simping , that man is a MENACE

Sebastian Debeste- That is a teenage boy

Godot- He would make you do all the fucking work and then be so condecending too don't even lie

Simon Blackquill- Simon would not want to be in a relationship with you tbh and who are you to force him

Miles Edgeworth - He is already a taken man

The Judge - That man is too senile but he seems like a loving grandpa :(

Fransiska Von Karma- unreasolved anger issues do not bode well but if nothing else she is devoted , cute lesbians may have a chance

Nayuta Sahdmandhi- Not a single day of peace without him arguing with you in circles I fear

Phoenix Wright -Phoenix has two hands and they were already taken years ago

Apollo Justice - If I had a lame ass boyfriend-

Klavier Gavin - Probably a good boyfriend but his fanbase gives me possessive kpop fandom vibes

Athena Cykes - Asks hella intrusive questions but generally supportive??

Mia Fey - Woman sexy AND nice ?

Callisto Yue - If you are into bullying and humiliation she would provide plenty

Robin Newman - Probably needs to figure out the disphoria situation first but if loudness doesn't bother you the deal doesn't seem bad

Aristotle Means - Take it from me you don't want to date a Greek statue much less if his slogan tries to justify murder

Manfred Von Karma - Canonically a wife guy???

Raymond Shields - He is giving cringy dad energy but I just KNOW he gets petty as hell during fights

Phoenix Wrong (Furio Tigre) - He does not love you don't fall for it he just wants the insurance

Judge Courtney - She is OUT of your league

Robert Hammond - There is no way you would find him alive to romance , there is LITERAL cosmic intervention

Professor Courte- Apparently the only sane person in that entire academy so points to her I guess

Dhurke Sahdmandhi - Also canonically a wife guy but becoming his automatically makes you an enemy of the state AND a tragic widow

Hugh O'Connor - Do you count his lying about his age as catfishing ?

The Kurain Judge - ??? I don't think a single person thought of him when the prompt was datable ace attorney characters and I'm already reaching with half of these people

Lana Skye - She loves you but goddamn is she good at making you think otherwise

Juniper Woods - Sweet girl , precious girl would make a great girlfriend if you can handle eating only organic foods

Gregory Edgeworth - Husband and father shaped

Queen Ga'ran - Not only is she a dictator but also a spouse killer

Byrne Faraday- He is not cheating on you he is just out doing his vigilante shit

Winston Payne - He says he is a wife guy , we don't know if she has settled

Gaspen Payne - Professional hater

Ryunosuke Naruhodou - If I had a lame ass boyfriend- pt2

Kazuma Asogi - He would love you but the ghosts of his past cling to him still can you handle that?

Barok Van Zieks - Polite and protective but your political views cannot be progressive

Mael Strongheart - He would feed you to a dog if it came down to it

Auchi Taketsuchi - Probably not the worst husband but he is a conservative in a conservative country in the 1800s so…

Ryutaru Naruhodou - That is a teenager pt2 No relations to Susato Mikotoba

Klint Van Zieks - Husband and father material but his dog is dripping human blood

Judge Jigoku - Yes he is a silver fox but he is also mafia coded

Judge Santa Claus - Is probably already in a committed relationship at the North Pole

Bonus :

Dick Gumshoe : Already taken but either way it's already been established that Gumshoe is peak male performance I'm sorry

Ema Skye - food and forensic prints sharing as a love language <3

Shi Long Lang - look you HAVE to accept that you are getting initiated in a wolf pack of 100 men , yes they are all commited to the bit , no it's non negotiable so if that's not a deal breaker then …. by all means live your omegaverse fantasy

Tyrell Badd - if manpain needed a textbook definition

Bobby Fulbright ( prime ) - I'd describe him as if a golden retriever was prone to moral panic and constant lectures on exaggerated moral superiority and justice

Bobby Fulbright ( lite) - He WILL kill you and steal your identity maybe you don't believe me but it's not my problem if you get replaced

Tobias Gregson - If you are fine losing a husband to heart disease in his early 50s then maybe

Herlock Sholmes - Unless you have nerves and patience of steel it's recommended that you stay as far away from that man as possible for your own sanity and safety, he is hazardous and yes it is contageous

Genshin Asogi - Honestly if I were Mrs Asogi I too would fall gravely ill if I lost such a chad, and she had him in the bag too fully devoted

Lynne Ghost Trick - Needs a partner as well as a babysitter as she does appear prone to stumbling onto life threatening situations

Jowd Ghost Trick - if manpain was a word pt2 but he is actually worst

Cabanella Ghost Trick - Tee hees too close to the sun and is kind of a bitch sometimes but at least you can leave him alone without him having either died or sacrificed himself within the span of 2 minutes

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– my astrology observations pt.2

I noticed that the more mature someone is, the more they lean towards their sister sign. For example, a mature Gemini will teach the people around them about their knowledge. In contrast, a mature Aquarius learns to embrace their performer side and embrace attention and their desire to receive it, a mature Capricorn will have a tight circle they can be vulnerable and open with while a mature Aries understands diplomacy and conversation over confrontation can go a long way etc…

generational placements are so real... like my mom's side collectively has Venusian and Cancer placements in everyone’s charts, and I’m a 7h Taurus stellium and my brother is a 7h Cancer stellium. my mom has a 2h Pluto and my dad a 4h Mars, both of which I also share. I believe they represent the generational trauma and gifts we have to work on evolving and healing.

your 5h can determine the signs and traits of your fans and admirers. For example, Lana Del Rey is a Scorpio rising with a 5h in Pisces, and the themes her fans popularized the most are escapism through drugs, seeing romantic relationships through rose-tinted glasses, or unconventional dating history. Ariana grande is a Capricorn rising with a 5h in Gemini and she has an extremely active online fanbase who are known for being problematic or heavily engaging in drama, this could also explain on top of her Neptune influence why she has so many copycats, as Gemini is symbolized by the twins.

7h mars get into fights with people very often especially with a domicile or exalted mars. they can have a tendency to be defensive because they were on the receiving end of a lot of animosity growing up, but this can lead them to start fights for no reason or just sabotage their relationships. while you have been betrayed or hurt by a lot of close people understand that not everyone is out to get you. On a more lighthearted note teasing and banter can be their love language.

this could be controversial but the ABC method seemed to have pushed the Astro community backward with the whole equalizing signs and house thing... no having an Aries moon isn’t the same as a 1h moon or a Cancer rising just like a Capricorn stellium doesn’t equal a 10th house stellium. I myself was guilty of this association as that was my introduction to chart analysis, but if you’re an aspiring astrologer, please try to separate the two: you’ll realize how much more accurate your interpretations will be after you do so.