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erineverly · 2 years

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I posted 503 times in 2022

36 posts created (7%)

467 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@rcsechild

I tagged 501 of my posts in 2022

#rcsechild - 409 posts

#mobile. - 117 posts

#1985. - 97 posts

#1991. - 63 posts

#main verse: 1990. - 47 posts

#1990. - 36 posts

#valentine's day. - 31 posts

#otp. - 22 posts

#axl. - 22 posts

#1992. - 18 posts

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#ˋ ♡ ❛ 𝐀𝐔 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄: 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟎𝐬 ❫ : so nevermind the darkness we still can find a way.

My Top Posts in 2022:

❝ ladies and gentlemen, the captain has turned on the seatbelt sign as we make our final approach to the indianapolis airport. please, make sure your seat backs and tray-tables are in their full, upright position. your carry-on luggage must be stowed underneath the seat in front of you. the local time is nine thirteen in the morning, and the temperature is a chilly thirty-six degrees with light snow. thank you for flying united airlines and happy thanksgiving, ❞ one of the flight attendants heralds over the intercom as the plane begins to descend slowly out of the clouds. her gentle voice combined with the customary ding of the seatbelt sign illuminating quickly pulls erin’s attention from the colorful magazine that she’s been reading. she closes it almost instantly and slips it into the seat pocket in front of her, her eyes lighting up with happiness and excitement as she can barely wait to be home.

far below, there’s acres and acres of fields, lightly dusted with snow, and small dark dots and swirls that after a moment reveal themselves as houses and roads. it looks so beautiful, erin thinks to herself before turning her head to the side to smile at the older redhead. ❝ axl? ❞ she whispers, instinctively reaching for one of her husband’s hands as she wants to cling to him in one way or another when they touch down. she’s never truly managed to overcome her fear of flying, but now seated in the middle, between her boys, with axl on her right in the aisle seat and sebastian beside the window, erin does feel somewhat safe… or rather less nervous than usual. ❝ you have to put your seatbelt on, honey, ❞ she coos in a sing-song voice, unable to disguise her giddiness as her fingers squeeze his own. this is undoubtedly the happiest she’s ever been. a warm smile tugging at her lips as she glances at her son, sleeping soundly with his head in her lap. her scarf turned into a makeshift pillow. ❝ gosh, i hate to be the one to wake him up. he looks like a little angel. our baby boy. ❞ murmuring softly as she affectionately caresses her son’s cheek, she knows how much he dislikes being stirred awake so she makes sure to be extra loving during the process.

❝ little love. wake up, little love, ❞ erin whispers, dark curls tickling his face as she leans in to plant a soft kiss on his shoulder. ❝ wake up and look where we are. ❞ the plane banks a little and continues its descent, the silhouettes of the buildings more define now, fields replaced by urban architecture, the lights of I-70 shimmering. after a moment, the landing gear comes to life with a low hum. ❝ and guess what? it’s snowing. ❞ she has a feeling today is going to be the best day of her son’s life, with two of his dreams coming true — celebrating thanksgiving with mamaw in his favorite place and learning he’s to be a big brother. she still can’t believe it’s happening to them, after such a long time of doubt and fear. sebastian is going to be over the moon. after all, he’s been asking for a baby sister for quite some time. ❝ wake up, bubby. you have to hold elmo real tight ‘cause we’re about to land. ❞

@rcsechild

28 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

this boy. gosh, this boy will never not melt her heart, erin thinks as a hint of sheer wonderment reaches her bright blue eyes, making them twinkle with joy. a smile as warm as the sun outside tugs at the corners of her lips and lights up her entire face. motherhood can be overwhelming and incredibly stressful at times, all the tantrums and sleepless nights, the why’s and how’s, but it’s all worth it in the end. after all, she never thought, not even in her wildest dreams, that she’d receive such a sweet, heartfelt birthday present. instantly, she scoops her son up into her arms, refusing to acknowledge he’s already eight years old and soon she most likely won’t be able to pick him up, and sits him on her lap. arms curling around his body as she plants at least a dozen of kisses on his cheek, she squeezes him close to her and basks in the warmth of his skin. ❝ did you draw this all by yourself? ❞ she asks with a sweet smile, gently moving the chocolate away as she picks up the drawing to take a closer look at it.

❝ oh, wow! it’s me! you drew a picture of mommy! i even have blue eyes and brown hair and… i’m wearing the cutest pink dress in the world! this is so beautiful! the most beautiful picture in the whole wide world! ❞ she praises in a sing-song voice, resting her chin on her son’s shoulder as she marvels at the picture in her hands. the attention to detail is truly impressive. she wouldn’t trade this piece of art for any of da vinci or van gogh’s paintings, wouldn’t trade it for anything. this is way better, way more exquisite and gorgeous, way more meaningful. ❝ can mommy frame it and put it on the wall like they do in art galleries? ❞ she asks, tracing the pretty heart with her fingertip. her nose begins to tingle and eyes fill up with tears of happiness as she struggles to keep her emotions at bay. he’s too pure for this world, too precious. ❝ and you even made sure to give me my favorite candy?! what?! ❞ and suddenly it is. it really is her favorite candy. days old and with the wrapper slightly torn — it’s clearly been through a lot, but she doesn’t mind. nothing’s ever looked quite as delicious to her before. ❝ this is the best birthday present ever! thank you so, so, so much, sebastian rose, ❞ she murmurs, hugging her son while also showering his face with kisses. what did she do to deserve this sweet angel?

29 notes - Posted November 9, 2022

ˋ ⛅️ ❛ 1990s ❫ : 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

cherry pie is far from being the most difficult piece in erin’s recipe books, but she’s learned that it can be quite the challenge when most of the assistance comes from a pair of tiny hands, eager to help each and every step of the way, but even more eager to play with all the ingredients and raise havoc. so, as the tasks become more and more complicated and the soft wrinkles on sebastian’s forehead begin to deepen, his sweet features growing visibly bored, the curly-haired brunette comes up with the perfect solution that will allow her to finish baking while also keeping the little boy occupied and entertained. ❝ would you like to paint a picture for dada? huh? does that sound like fun? what do you think, picasso? gosh, look at yourself, that’s not lotion, bashy bear, ❞ she muses with a soft laugh, wiping her flour-covered hands on her apron before slipping them beneath the boy’s armpits to pick him up and carry him off the counter. he grunts and kicks his legs, visibly displeased as his mother keeps him from smearing the entire bowl of filling across his chest and arms. she takes him to the living room and spreads a large sheet of paper on the floor, surrounds the toddler with different paints and brushes. ❝ i’ll be right back, okay? i’ll just put our pie in the oven. mmm, our yummy pie. it’s gonna be so delicious because you helped me out. be good now, my little artist, ❞ she coos, stroking his strawberry-tinged hair as he dips both of his palms in paint and lets out a happy squeal.

it’s a typical saturday morning for them, especially now that axl’s touring with his band. erin wants their son to have a normal childhood, even if his father’s job is anything but ordinary. so, she stills puts madonna’s on the radio as soon as they wake up, bakes pies and muffins, hangs out with her friends and their babies, arranges play dates to keep sebastian’s mind stimulated and busy. she’s explained to him time and time again that they have to share daddy with his fans, that everybody loves him and wants to see him, that it would be unfair of them to keep him from doing what he’s always dreamed of doing, but at the end of the day her son is still just a toddler who needs and misses his father more than anything in this world. when they were younger, during axl’s very first tour, it was just the two of them and things got extremely messy. she spent weeks ignoring him, thinking he was sleeping in another woman’s bed, doing all kinds of shady things. this time, she can’t let it happen. she can’t let herself dive into that kind of mindset, she has to be more mature, but it’s only may and he’s supposed to come home in november. she has no idea how they’ll survive that long without each other, what will happen to their family… it’s all terrifying to think of. so, she discreetly wipes the small tear that’s rolling down her cheek and focuses on the pie, trying to keep herself busy. she’s humming to herself as she absently twirls around the kitchen, dark curls tumbling down her back, the light blue dress she’s wearing flaring out around her slender legs. ❝ true love, you’re the one i’m dreamin’ of. your heart fits me like a glove and i’m gonna be true blue, baby, i love you. ❞ she sings softly, using a wooden spoon as microphone as she dances around with flour on her hands and cheek. coaxing a fit of giggles out of her son.

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74 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

❛ 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟏 ❫ : 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭.

someone’s once said that becoming a parent is the ultimate shift from self-centered living to selfless living. erin believes that there’s no truer statement. for the past four months her life has revolved solely around her baby boy. and although motherhood is the one thing that she’s always dreamed about and there’s nothing she loves more than tending to sebastian’s every need, it’s definitely taking a toll on her mental health ( without her realizing ). she used to be such a fun, outgoing person and now she can’t remember the last time she got to leave the house or had a friend over, let alone went on a date with her husband. even their new year’s eve ended up being a complete disaster with her mood doing a full one-eighty upon learning that slash had invited them to join him and their other friends downtown and that axl was actually ready to just ditch their son and party the night away. what kind of parent leaves their newborn baby with a babysitter on a day as special as their very first new year’s eve? not the loving kind, for sure. so, she threw a fit, changed into her yoga pants and an oversized t-shirt and stayed home with sebastian. to say that they’ve been struggling ever since would be an understatement. even their baby, who was always such a great sleeper and the happiest little boy, now cries most of the time and only sleeps when one of his parents is holding him. sleep-deprived, impulsive and even more sensitive than before, erin has no idea how to pull her life together and almost no energy to fight for her marriage. sometimes, when things get intense, the only person keeping her from stealing one of axl’s guns and ending her suffering is sebastian.

of course, the one time she gives in and lets axl stay home with the baby all by himself, instead of packing everything up and taking the whiny newborn to the doctor’s office with her, everything goes wrong. her appointment is at 4 p.m., and she knows that she has to be home before 7 p.m. because axl’s playing a show later this evening, the very first one in 1991 if she remembers correctly, and she has to stay home with bastian. she doesn’t really want the entire city, or worse — the entire world, to learn that they’ve had a baby. for safety and privacy reasons. that’s what she’s telling herself, how she justifies her refusal to go to the show with the baby. but that’s only partially true. her son’s immune system is still so very weak that she sees the idea of spending even a second in a crowded room with him as something life-threatening. she leaves the doctor’s office late, heads home in late-afternoon, rush-hour traffic and soon finds herself stuck in a jam of honking cars and frustrated drivers. unfortunately, she doesn’t make it home on time, but it doesn’t really stress her out. she expects to find beta, the new babysitter that axl’s found in some newspaper, in their living room with sebastian in her arms, but what she finds instead is a note. a note that makes her heart lurch into her throat, pounding uncomfortably. her palms sweating. jesus christ.

the next thing she knows, her red jeep is back on the streets, maneuvering dangerously between other vehicles. it’s the longest ride of her entire life. minutes feel like hours as she can’t help but worry about her baby, wonder if he’s okay. he probably isn’t. after all, he has the dumbest, most selfish father in the world. maybe he’s locked in some nasty bathroom, scared and crying, with a diaper that most likely hasn’t been changed ever since she left. these thoughts make her want to tear up as she walks into the crowded bar. wearing a white turtle neck, tucked neatly into her skirt, tights and a pair of doc martens, with her long ringlets cascading down her back, she turns a few heads, but she’s too stressed out to even notice. her mind is fixated on one thing and one thing only — finding her baby and bringing him home. her heart is going a hundred miles an hour, and she’s sure the apples of her cheeks match the scarlet tinge of her short corduroy skirt. she’s furious and so very disappointed with axl. how can he possibly be so reckless? he’s done many dumb things in his life, so has she, but this exceeds her wildest expectations. this is undoubtedly the stupidest, most insane thing that the redhead has ever done. the air is thick with cigarette smoke. it’s enough to constrict her lungs and make her cough. she doesn’t even want to begin to imagine what it’s doing to her poor baby boy. a few months ago he had to fight for each breath and now his father just brought him to a place like this. gosh, how could she trust this man? how could she think he’d know how to take care of her baby? she used to love this bar, the food, the atmosphere, but still no four month old belongs in a place like this. frozen in place, she’s looking around nervously, bright eyes scanning every inch of the room.

╰ @rcsechild

145 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

@rcsechild said: *watching madonna’s movie in 1990 and the naked scene comes up when erin’s walking through the door*

juggling a bunch of shopping bags and a box of donuts in her arms, erin attempts to slip her key into the lock on the door of her condominium without dropping anything. it proves to be a difficult task, taking her way longer than it probably should. she blames her sudden clumsiness on both the hot, muggy weather outside and the fact that she is growing a little human, and it does drain her energy, making her more sluggish. however, when she finally does manage to twist open the door and step into the brightly lit foyer, a warm smile blooms on her lips almost immediately. happiness filling her sky-blue eyes as she forgets about all her worries and discomfort, and calls out, ❝ honey, i’m home! ❞ she doubts she’ll ever get tired of saying these words. her stomach fills with butterflies and her heart skips a beat every time she comes home to her husband. her husband. it sounds so beautiful. ❝ i got you something. did you feed the dogs? ❞ she uses her shoulder to shut the door behind her and powers forward with all the bags still somehow intact, making it up the short hall to the small kitchen on the right. she doesn’t like asking for help and tries to enjoy her independence while she still can. she carefully sets the groceries down on the counter and is about to start putting them away when a strange sound coming from the living room captures her attention. was that a moan she just heard?!

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182 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

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#OMGOSH THANK YOU FOR SHOWING ME THIS <3333 NOW IM DROWNING IN MEMORIES AND CRYING :')))) MY HEART #I LOVE ALL THESE THREADS SM!!#rcsechild #my most used tag :') accurate <3 #that thread where axl took sebastian to a bar lol #THE BESTEST BIRTHDAY GIFT EVER <3 #THE ONE WHERE AXLS BACK HOME FROM TOUR #AND OUR CURRENT ONE :'))#AND MADONNA OFC LOL SJDNFKJS #these memories are so cute <3

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lonelycowgirls · 1 year

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Harry and Stella at LOT Wembley

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stellamallone ready to melt for 2/4 nights in Wembley, still can't quite believe I'm saying that 🫠

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gemmastyles can't wait to see you! Stay hydrated 🥰

dolly_mallonex on fire baby G!

annetwist our boy is home ❤️

↳stellamallone Manny will always be home ❤️

harrystyles not a lot of melting to be done in all those layers 🙃

↳stellamallone you love it

13 June 2023

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dolly_mallonex the girlies are OUT for Love on Tour

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stellamallone I can't believe we're dressed like this for a gig in ENGLAND 🥵

↳dolly_mollonex only because @mayajama said it's time for the summer of lurrrve

↳mayajama killing it chicassss 🤌

↳stellerrrr let me innnnnnn

harryshoes the friends and family box is about to be FULL full tonight 🥹

sideboobrry @dolly_mallonex show us Stella and Harry!!!

carlybaby11 Stella's getting railed tonight

↳frankiejane that's her baby sister y'all 😭😭

↳harrytheone you guys are too much 😅

14 June 2023

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harryflorals ANNE ACCEPTING FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS FROM FANS DURING WEMBLEY NIGHT TWO via adoreyoualice

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cruel_summerrr she is the cutest!

raven3333 I love how she interacts with fans

sweetchels13 she's so like Harry fr

↳ginacorrin like mother like son 🥹

harrysgirl I love herrr, saw Stella and her sister with Anne and Gemma too

↳ari_love We saw her too! She's so small!

↳rinaaaaa Yeah she's super small and cute 😍

↳kristbsl she must be so proud of her boyf

↳larry4life if only it was real 🙄

14 June 2023

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harry_update Harry looking like a sculpture on stage at Wembley Stadium! June 17 via nikkimariejpg

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adore.starry Stella liking this is so me coded

sweetcreature22 STELLA LIKED

tori_wilks how does he look like thisssss

uma.clarke2 Have you seen the state of his body

freddiejones I can't keep going like this 😩😩😩

lilyrose05 he's fucking shredded 😩

becca_jane Stella's getting this every day... let that sink in

↳tbslamber STOP HSDOSJCNKS

↳mylarry you spelled Louis wrong

↳becca_jane @mylarry be serious 🤣

17 June 2023

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dolly_mallonex wishing my bb an amazing trip to Italy with her bb @stellamallone

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harrystyles thank you for dropping us off Dolls ❤️

↳dolly_mallonex no bother, I'm always up at half four in the morning... 😉

↳stellamallone Harry singing Holiday by Madonna at the top of his lungs didn't help 🙄

↳harrystyles heyyyy

↳starrylove PUBLIC INTERACTION???

↳tbslamber do you believe in miracles???!!!

annetwist have a fabulous time you two ❤️

19 July 2023

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harryflorals HARRY ARRIVING IN ITALY THIS MORNING via italrry23

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sideboobrry this fit

harryshouse_x welcome to the final show 😭

tina.snow.33 how do we never get pap pics of Stella anymore 🤔

↳hannasmith probably because ya'll scarred her back in 2014 🙄🙄

↳kirstyloml I'm glad tbh my heart can't handle

elenavatore Harry waved at us through the window of his car today! I think they're heading to his villa ❤️

19 July 2023

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stellamallone thirteen years <3 one guess who Delilah's favourite parent is...

So proud of this smiley man. Love on Tour has been the perfect celebration of your talent, music, kindness and love. Four sold out nights at Wembley fucking Stadium. I'll never get over what you can accomplish. What an achievement.

The love your fans have and show for you inspires me to strive to be the most adoring and supportive partner that you deserve... most of the time 😉

We're now where we're meant to be. Together, eating all the pasta and gelato we can possibly stomach, sipping on Aperol Spritz's in the sunshine - our true natural habitat.

That reminds me, next round's on you, Gorgeous.

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annetwist The greatest of blessings ❤️

dolly_mallonex We're all so proud of our H!

zayn 🤍

MummaMallone Can't wait for our big family holiday soon. ❤️

↳stellamallone Can't believe it's finally happening!!! 😍

niallhoran Love to you both

harrystyles you make it all worth it, Stell x

harrystyles and Lilah knows where the good cuddles come from

24 July 2023

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harryflorals HARRY POSTED AND DELETED A PICTURE OF STELLA IN ITALY ON HIS STORY! via harrystyles

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starryforever Crying real tears 💔

toriiii_x he's in his feels

harryholics guys what if he proposes on this vacation

↳tbslamber omg we could see fiancerry by HS4

↳oliviamac don't 🫠

↳kiwidaddy FINALLY

georgieanne This dress she served 😍

jamiestyles_xo He's in photographer boyfriend mode 💘

carly_d what a beautiful sunset ✨

willowshouse Luckiest bitch in the world confirmed

24 July 2023

Hope you enjoyed this piece of absolute self-indulgence because I want this to be my life 😂

Okay, bye!

Nel xo

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allthebrazilianpolitics · 3 months

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Brazil’s Pabllo Vittar is the World’s Next Big Drag Queen

São Paulo’s main avenue was packed this month with thousands of people draped in the yellow and green of the Brazilian flag and captivated by a commanding figure atop a tractor-trailer rigged with speakers.

From above, the scene could have maybe passed for one of the many political rallies held in the same spot by former President Jair Bolsonaro, the Brazilian far-right leader who has infamously declared that he could never love a gay son.

(Though, to be fair, the enormous rainbow flag would be a giveaway.)

It was, in fact, one of the world’s largest Pride parades, and the person atop the sound truck was Phabullo Rodrigues da Silva, 30, the gay son of a working-class single mother in Brazil’s north.

Yet everyone in the crowd knew him as Pabllo Vittar, a 6-foot-2-inch drag queen in a glittering cutoff Brazilian soccer jersey and shredded jean shorts — one of the biggest pop stars in this nation of 203 million.

Over the past seven years, Pabllo Vittar has become, by some measures, the world’s most successful drag queen. She has six studio albums (one gold, one platinum and two double platinum), her own fashion release with Adidas, a global ad campaign with Calvin Klein and 1.8 billion streams of her songs.

She has toured the United States and Europe; taken the stage at Lollapalooza and Coachella; performed alongside Madonna at Madonna’s biggest concert; and sang at the United Nations for Queen Elizabeth’s birthday.

In the process, Pabllo Vittar has come to represent Brazil’s L.G.B.T.Q. paradox.

In addition to being home to a crew of breakout drag stars, Brazil has adopted some of the world’s most expansive gay rights. Gay couples can marry and adopt children; transgender people can legally choose their gender; homophobic slurs are a crime; and so-called conversion therapy, which seeks to make gay people straight, is banned.

Yet for years Brazil has also ranked among the deadliest countries for gay and transgender people. Since 2008, more than 1,840 transgender people have been murdered in Brazil, more than double the next deadliest country, Mexico, according to tracking by Transgender Europe, an advocacy group. Brazil has led the rankings every year since tracking began.

#politics #music #brazil #pabllo vittar #LGBT #arts #brazilian politics #image description in alt #mod nise da silveira

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in-death-we-fall · 2 years

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The full monty on Slipknot’s pint-sized drum demon Joey Jordison

Kerrang #796 April 8 2000

“Oasis suck dick and we want to fight them…”

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What is your nickname and why?

“Superball. Because one time we played this terrible show and I was so angry that I was bouncing around the room. It had to be seen to be believed. Dude, I was so fucking mental I could have given Michael Jordan a run for his money.”

At school, were you a dunce or a teacher’s pet? “More of a pet, because there was this one teacher that I had a real crush on and I’d always drop my pencil to look up her skirt. I got decent grades, but I mostly hung out by my locker with my headphones on. I hung out with nobody – I was really introverted.”

What was your first shag like? “The girl was 14, I was 17. She was mental. I go over to her house and she starts throwing shit at me while cranking Madonna out of the stereo. She turns out the light and throws a rubber at me, which hits me on the forehead, and then she goes, ‘Now it’s time’. The thing is, she had a broken leg and I’m trying to get her pants off like a moron. I get in there, do three or four strokes, blow my load and say, ‘We shouldn’t be doing this’. I pull out, leave her standing there with her gimp leg, walk home with the condom on, clean it out with water, and let out the biggest scream of victory you’ve ever heard. It’s the best sex I’ve ever had. I fucked a charity case.”

Who’s your best friend? “My Mom. She’s always supported me from day one.”

What’s the best pet you’ve ever had? “I had a tom-cat that liked to fight dogs and he always came out a bloody mess: trails of blood through the house, tail ripped to shreds. I called him Not My Cat. He ruled. I used to dress him up, hang cigarettes from his mouth, crazy shit.”

Have you ever been arrested? “No, but next time I go to Australia I probably will be.”

What would you be if you weren’t a rock star? “I’d be trying to get as close to the stage as possible by being a drum tech or sound man.”

How would you describe yourself on a blind date form? “I’m cheap!”

What’s the most extravagant thing you’ve ever bought? “My car, but that wasn’t very expensive. It’s a 1990 two-door red Chevy Blazer.”

Who’s gagging for a shagging? “Fiona Apple. I’m completely and utterly obsessed with her. I met her once and she flirted with me. I don’t give a fuck what anyone says, she definitely flirted with me.”

Who’s gagging for a smacking? “Fiona Apple on her ass when I’m doggy-styling her.”

What’s the worst job you’ve ever had? “I’ve never really had one. I’m in one of the finest bands ever.”

When did you last call home? “We haven’t been on tour long, so I haven’t called home yet.”

What was your most embarrassing moment? “Once in grade school, we were watching a movie with the lights out and I puked all over my desk. I was so freaked out that I tried to scoop it all up in my arms. It ruled, though, because it caused a ‘vomitory’ – three or four other people puked.”

Who would you least like to see naked? “My tour manager Danny. It might turn him on.”

What’s the best rumour you’ve ever heard about yourself? “That it was me who got Rayna from Coal Chamber pregnant. It was all over the Internet at one point. I’ve never even met her.”

What’s in your wallet right now? “A credit card, Kiss plectrums from when I met them, keys to these handcuffs that I got for the chicks, and a rubber.”

What’s your favourite joke? “Oasis. Those guys suck dick and we want to fight them.”

If you were marooned on a desert island without food, which member of Slipknot would you choose to eat first? “Chris (Fehn, percussionist), because he eats the most.”

Which Slipknot song would you choose to donate to a compilation album called ‘Crap Songs Of Our Time’? “None of them. Zero.”

What’s your drug of choice? “I don’t do drugs. Caffeine, I guess.”

What does God look like? “He’s the guy with the beard and the white robe. Or he looks like Kiss.”

When you die, how would you like to go? “While slamming at the drum kit or doing Fiona Apple.”

Words: Ben Myers

#the sheer psychic damage of it all #joey jordison #slipknot #interview #kerrang april 8 00 #lemme know if you want anything else from this scanned

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The Guardian, December 11, 1991.

“With her long pale form, blonde tangle and scarlet pout, Courtney Love is the ideal candidate for male journalists seeking another broken siren for their catalogue. Men, it seems, have trouble with her.

Love sings, screeches and plays a vicious guitar with Hole, the latest, hippest rock 'n' roll thing to come out of Los Angeles. Their name comes from Euripides' Medea ("Come flame of the sky/Pierce through my head!") and warnings to Love from her mother "not to carry a hole around inside me just because I suffered a problematic childhood."

Currently on tour, Hole's debut album, Pretty On The Inside, topped the independent charts earlier this year and sent the music press into lip-smacking frenzies over such lines as, "Is she rotten on the inside, ugly from the back."

But while Love may rattle with conflict, she's just a normal woman, telling it like it is.

"It's not on purpose," says Love of her graphic use of physical imagery. "But writing songs has a lot to do with your sexuality. I danced for a while and just being around that made me aware of what people use. And if you grow up blessed with a certain beauty or a certain intelligence that enhances your beauty, you can get into a better position in life."

Years of being fat brought this home to Love. "When you're fat, no one looks you in the eye, they think you're bitter and ranting. Personally it makes me hate those people."

Despite her abhorrence of such physical prejudices, Love realised the advantages of a svelte outline once she'd decided to make music. After a rootless childhood spent travelling across America and New Zealand with hippy parents, a role in Alex Cox's Straight To Hell and a short spell singing with San Francisco rock band Faith No More, Love deliberately settled in the creative void of LA and began searching for women who shared her taste for a more subversive expression. She eventually went for Caroline Rue on drums, Jill Emery on bass and, surprisingly, Eric Erlandson on guitar.

"The pool of women to play with is small. I've kicked girls out of this band for playing too much like guys. Even Eric plays like a girl. Girls' playing is compassion and rage, and it can also be ugly and jarring. To deny my femininity and just rock out like a guy would not be part of evolution. At school, women are discouraged from learning maths but when it comes to writing good songs, you need maths. You can't just do it primally."

Her tattered beauty image is as much a part of Love's peculiar femininity as is her playing. Her smeared eyeliner and torn baby doll dresses have earned her the status of a wayward Cinderella. In truth, she simply likes pretty things, but her inner conflict between a desire for adornment and a feminist ideology tempts her to make a mockery of girlhood trappings. "I'm not embarrassed about being a feminist and I'm not opposed to pretty dresses. On the other hand, girls are supposed to like pretty things and I don't want to do what I'm supposed to."

Like all women, Courtney Love is confused. She doesn't pretend to have any answers, but she is not the lost, vulnerable creature many have intimated. This woman wants to kill rockstars, open for Guns 'n Roses and "have 50,000 people throw shit at me". She wants to wrench open the attitudes towards women in the predominantly white male game of rock 'n' roll. "The American male runs half the global world and grows up on rock music from day one. If you can alter the psyche of someone who's growing up to be a rapist or a total misogynist, you're creating values and instead of making the void bigger, you're making it smaller."

With Madonna's lawyers currently pursuing Hole's legal representatives in the hope of signing the band to the pop icon's new label, and virtually every major record company queuing up to breakfast, lunch and dine her, Courtney Love looks set for stardom.”

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Five Songs I’ve Been Listening to on Repeat!

Thank you so much for the tags @klynnvakarian and @myfavouritelunatic !

This is fun. I've been exploring some random genres and revisiting early 2000s nostalgia

Farruko - Pepas : Heard this at a boxing class and just can't get out of my head. Perfect to get some anthemic energy back on the evening commute home!

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2. Weezer - My Name is Jonas - when Rivers sings out "They're fresh out of batteries. But they're still making noise, making noise" it just reminds me of all the toys with batteries I've had to replace the last few years. AAA for life. Of all the songs on the Blue album this is probably the one I most enjoy and don't feel bored of it (probably because it got last radio play time?)

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3.Hans Zimmer - A Time of Quiet Between the Storms (Dune: Part Two soundtrack). This is the main Dune theme that also sounds like the music they might play in a museum gift shop selling crystals and dream catchers. It makes me want to cry thinking of that ending "Lead them to paradise" Lisan al Gaib!

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4. Hans Zimmer - Vale of Plenty (Black Hawk Down soundtrack) inspired by Hans' Dune pt 2 soundtrack went back to listen some of his other stuff like Gladiator sound track but he also did Black Hawk Down I've loved some tracks on BHD soundtrack since it came out, but this one kind of sticks out (hard to pick one though)

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5. A Tribe Called Quest - Award Tour. For some reason this has become my dog walking song it just flows so well for that 90s rap sound.

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Have a bunch of runner ups: Smashing Pumpking, Madonna, The Charlatans, 30 Seconds to Mars etc etc

#music #farruko #weezer #hans zimmer #a tribe called quest #songs on repeat #Youtube

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Little Bit Better Than I Used To Be

Catch up: Chapter 1 (Starry Eyes) || Chapter 2 (Save Our Souls) || Chapter 3 (Dancing On Glass)|| Chapter 4 (Merry-Go-Round)|| Backstage (1) || Backstage (2) || Chapter 5 (Danger)|| Backstage (3) || Chapter 6A (Love Walked In) || Chapter 6B (Without You) || Backstage (4) || Chapter 7 (Stick To Your Guns) || Chapter 8 (Time For Change) || Backstage (5) || Chapter 9 (Take Me To The Top) || Backstage (6) || Chapter 10 (Home Sweet Home) || Backstage (7) || Chapter 11a (Nightrain) || Chapter 11b (Nothing Else Matters) || Chapter 12a (Handle With Care) || Chapter 12b (I'm So Tired of Being Lonely) || Chapter 13a (Angel) || Chapter 13b (She's My Addiction) ||| Also posted at AO3

Chapter 13C: Patience

Said "woman take it slow and things will be just fine" // You and I'll just use a little patience Said "sugar take the time 'cause the lights are shining bright" // You and I've got what it takes to make it We won't fake it, I'll never break it, ‘cause I can’t take it...

Soundtrack: “Patience,” Guns N’ Roses, 1988 [click here to listen]

“What did you say to Geordie, Claire? Before we went to my dressing room?”

They were back in their hotel room – Jamie’s shoulder-length hair still wet from his shower, Claire already in bed reading Billboard.

He sat on the bed next to her, wearing only his sleep pants. She looked up, smiling. Traced the words and flames and roses inked on his arms from wrist to shoulder, and then the Claire tattoo arcing over his heart.

“I said that he needs you more than you need him. And that he better not fuck it up.”

“Mmm.” He leaned in for a slow, deep kiss.

She pulled back slightly, forehead leaning against his. Breathing him in. “I asked Uncle Lamb to look into Geordie, after Colum told us about him yesterday. Turns out Geordie was fired from his last job at Variety when he wrote something about Madonna that her people didn’t like. He knows that all he needs to get back on the bandwagon is an exclusive with Jamie Fraser, fresh from rehab and ready to rock.”

He kissed her again. “You’re so badass.”

She smiled. “He seemed pretty thoughtful.”

Jamie nodded, lacing his fingers through hers. Every day now she wore his grandmother’s engagement ring on a long chain beneath her shirt, but here in the privacy of their hotel room it was on her ring finger. He’d given her the ring on the first night of the tour, tears streaming down his face, as he pledged to always put her first, and to be the best version of himself for her and the family that, God willing, they’d have one day.

“He’s the real deal. Knows his shit – especially hard rock. I don’t blame him for flaming out on the Madonna thing, I’m sure it was the last thing he wanted to do.”

She set down the magazine and he took her other hand. She was always fascinated by how his tattoos shifted and flexed as he moved the muscles in his arms, caressing her hands, tracing long, slow lines up to her elbows.

“Do you think you can trust him?”

Slowly he kissed her bare shoulder, where the neck of her sleep shirt had slipped. “He’ll stick to the three conditions, that’s for sure. Colum will see to that. And he’ll write honestly. Which is what I want. I want people to know what I’ve been through, and to see how I’m so much stronger now that I’m clean, and I’ve got you.”

“Even though you won’t be the rock god who gets all the girls?”

He snorted. “That guy was an unhappy and unhealthy alcoholic asshole and addict who was on the fast track to early death. This new guy – he’s a lot happier. He’s healthier, and he’s somehow convinced the best woman in the world to love him.”

She smiled. “God knows how.”

They kissed again, long and sweet.

“I could say the same about you, Jamie,” she teased. “God knows how this plain Jane, a divorced and disgraced doctor, ever convinced you to even look twice at her.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “Give me the rest of our lives to convince you,” he breathed.

“Got it!”

Angus slapped a magazine onto Claire’s lap, hurrying after the groupie who had raced, giggling, down the aisle of the tour bus, his arm slung around the other groupie.

Claire turned to Jamie. “Do they – ”

“You don’t want to know, Claire,” he interrupted. “Ian and I got all the gory details yesterday. Trust me when I say, everything you’re thinking is true.”

She shook her head and looked down at the copy of Rolling Stone. There, in the bottom right corner:

“From One Addiction to Another: Print’s Jamie Fraser on Sobriety, Love, and His New Songs.”

Ian’s bass tech hustled down the aisle.

She traced the letters softly. “It’s real.”

“All right! Everyone back from the pit stop?” Colum stood on top of the front seat, counting heads.

A hush settled over the bus – punctuated only by high-pitched giggles emitting from behind the closed drapes of Angus’ bunk.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Three more hours until Pittsburgh, folks. See you on the other side.”

The bus pulled out of the parking lot and merged onto the highway.

“Do you want to read it in the bunk?” Jamie asked softly. “It’s more private.”

Claire shook her head. “It’s all out in the open anyway.”

She turned to page 32. A live shot of Print from the current tour graced half the page – Jamie in black head to toe, his acoustic guitar slung over a shoulder; Ian sitting on a stool with his acoustic bass guitar; and Angus squinting in the lights from behind his drum kit.

Jamie’s chin settled on Claire’s shoulder as they read.

It took a cancelled European tour, several months in rehab, and one very special woman for Jamie Fraser, Print’s guitarist and chief songwriter, to finally find his voice…

#outlander #outlander fanfic #little bit better than i used to be

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Chapter Two: Rebel Tour

Life Eternal Series

eddie munson x rockstar!poc!reader

Chapter Warning: Unnamed OC/Reader's saphic and runaway backstory is delve into.

*Masterlist, Series Warnings, Additional Series/Reader Info, and Posting Schedule.*

Word Count: 3.5K

It’s been 2 months since the band’s stop in Indiana. You’ve called Eddie from every Hotel and Motel you’ve stopped in. Each call lasted no less than an hour. It never seemed like you ran out of things to say. Whether it was updates on your tour, or updates on his dreaded job search, you guys always had something to say to each other.

Your stop in Nashville was how you found out about his first guitar, an acoustic Wayne found at a garage sale for $15. Your stop in Atlanta was when you told him about your first performance, a middle school talent show. You were so nervous that you forgot the lyrics to the song you were performing. You can’t listen to Madonna’s “Like a Prayer” the same anymore.

Your stop in Houston was when he shared his first crush, a cheerleader he met in middle school, and when you found out that it took him three tries to graduate. Dallas was where you shared that you dropped out in your freshman year. “I ended up getting my GED once the band had enough money to get comfortable.”

Denver is when you told him about your heart breaker phase as a teenager. “Well, that’s not hard to believe.” He would smile into the phone.

“Yeah, had all the curious chicks crawling to my door.” You’d tease back.

Phoenix was mainly spent talking about the vibe you were going for in the band’s next album. “I want to tell a story, you know? We’re two albums in, now, and I feel like it’s time to come out with something that embodies this current era of my life. I want to listen back on this album in 5 years and know exactly what I was thinking, what I was feeling, hell, what I was eating in these very moments.”

L.A. and Sacramento were spent bouncing off ideas for the next album, coming up with concepts, even sharing quick, off-the-dome lyrics.

Your current stop is Seattle. You were posted up in Washington for a few days. All the band’s family and friends were here, so a point was made to allow time to visit loved ones. Earlier this day, you were able to see Mr and Mrs. Hemming, Marley’s parents. They were always such a loving, open-minded couple. They were the ones who took you in all those years ago. They were big hippies back in the day, huge Hendrix fans, so they never judged you and always made you feel welcome, like you belonged. They were the closest thing you had to a family, a home.

It’s been a good three days since you last talked to Eddie. You've yet to make the call from your Washington hotel room. Most of your time here was spent in bittersweet sentiment. You got to see people who cared and supported you, old faces, but it also brought back lots of unwelcome memories. Right now, you were huddled up in your lonely hotel room. It was fancy, basically a luxury one bedroom apartment. The tour budget had extra money for a nicer room since you were the only one needing to be housed on this stop.

You were laid out on the bed, the TV playing some random sitcom on low volume as background noise. You had been laying like this for at least an hour, staring into the void that is the golden lined ceiling. You let out a big sigh, and prop yourself up on your elbows. You glare at the TV, before caving in and grabbing the corded phone on the nightstand just left of you. You have his number memorized by now.

“Hello?” a raspy voice says.

“Eddie?” you ask a little confused.

“Superstar,” he says a bit more enthusiastically but still a bit groggy, “what’s up? Everything okay? How’s Seattle?” He asks, you can hear some shuffling around in the background. This is the point when you look over to the clock on the bedside table to your right. Your eyes widen.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry. I didn’t realize what time it was.” It was midnight, 3AM his time. He chuckles.

“And here I am thinking you just wanted to hear my sexy morning voice.” He teases. For the first time ever, you are so glad you weren’t seeing each other in person. Your face burned. “What’s got you up so late? Were you out partying like an animal?” He asks sarcastically. You scoff.

“Yeah, partying like the world’s ending.” You reply, equally sarcastic. “I’m sorry,” you apologize earnestly, “I just wanted to talk with you, but I should’ve looked at the time before calling. I’ll let you go back to bed. Sorry.” You say, almost hanging up.

“Woah there. Hold on, now. I was just taking a little nap.” He lies, “I’m up. Let’s talk.” He says, more shuffling could be heard, probably him sitting up. “What’s on your mind, princess?” He ask, making your heart jump. You honestly don’t have much energy to tease him over the pet name. You sigh.

“Well, being back here, it's just,” you pause, “It’s bringing back a lot of memories, a lot of emotions I thought I left behind. In all honesty, I’m struggling here a little, Eds.” You admit, a bit shaky. There’s a short pause on his end.

“You want to tell me about it?” He asks gently. You pause, thinking.

“I don’t know. I don’t wanna bore you back to sleep.” You joke, deflecting.

“I’m listening.” He says without missing a beat, stern yet comforting. You sign and lay back down on your back, staring up at the ceiling again. For a few breaths, all that could be heard was staged laughter and shitty sitcom jokes from the TV.

“I’m not originally from Haven.” you start. “Growing up, I bounced around a lot. Home to home, state to state, until I eventually went out completely on my own and just kind of landed in Haven when I was 15… When I got there, I spent an entire year by myself. I found this small, abandoned neighborhood on the outskirts of town. It was overgrown and pretty hidden, perfect for a runaway. I lived in the one house that still had most of its furniture and the least pests issues.” You chuckle. “I was getting so used to being by myself until one day I ran into this kid, this little girl with curly hair down to her knees. She didn’t look older than 12 years old, but she had flashy, bedazzled makeup and the cutest little sundress on.” You reminisce on the memory with a smile. “She was riding her bike around her trailer park and stopped when she saw me passing by. Told me her name was Marley, like Bob Marley. Said that her parents told her to always help someone who was in need, and told me that I looked like I needed a friend.” You laugh, hearing her childish voice clear as day in your mind. “Who knew that in that moment, my life would change forever. She would go on to introduce me to her parents, two hippies straight out the 70s, and her neighbor, this dark haired nerdy kid with glasses.” You couldn’t see it, but Eddie was smiling at your recounting of some sweet memories. “Charlie was so short back then. We’re the same age, but he didn’t even look older than Marley at that time. The little dweeb didn’t really hit puberty till we were 17.” You pause, smiling at the past. “Adam joined in after that, being somewhat of Charlie’s mentor and protector during the dork’s freshman year. We met Stacy when she was babysitting one of the other kids in the park. Adam had a crush on her from the start, but he was too shy. She knew, but she was playing hard to get.” You roll your eyes. “Somehow Rick weaseled his way to befriending Charlie, and the rest is history.” You pause, loads of memories of how far you’ve all come flashing in your mind all at once. You shake your head. “These are the memories I never want to forget. We built a family, you know? It's crazy to think about it. They’ve all been so important to me for so long that I forget I had a life before them.” You close your eyes.

“That’s beautiful, hun.” He says, sighing into the receiver.

“Yeah.” you say with a short laugh.

“But that’s not why you called me.” He says softly, knowing you have more to get off your chest.

“Yeah…” you trail.

“I’m here.” He says, trying to comfort best he could over the phone. You take a deep breath.

“Yeah,” you start back up, “good memories are not what I’m struggling with.” You clench your jaw, furrowing your brows in frustration. “Everything was going great after I met the band. We even became a damn near town legend. The satanic teens living out in the ghost town in the woods.” you state dramatically and laugh. “Everything was great, best I ever thought my life would get, until it got better.” A sad smile creeps into your face. “We used to hold ‘concerts’, if you could call them that, out in the woods. We called them ‘seances’, really leaning into the whole antichrist thing we had going on. We did it for three years. Some times we’d perform, other times we just threw parties. One day, Summer of ‘97, we were throwing an ‘End of Summer’ party. I met this girl.” you pause. “She was gorgeous. She had curly, blonde hair, big brown eyes, and this big, bucked tooth smile that lit up the world.” You smile the entire way, thinking back fondly, “She was so short and skinny and innocent looking. You would’ve never guessed she had such a powerful singing voice. She was perfect.” You sigh. “She was a theater kid with a dad who worked for this music production agency based in Seattle. She was insanely smart, and you could tell just by looking at her that she was really going places. That’s what really made her stand out from the hundred other kids there. She wore this oversized, black leather jacket, light wash jeans, and a hot pink top." Your eyes dance around the ceiling as you remember the details of that night. “Me being me. I toyed with her my entire performance. I was desperate to get her to notice me, but I wanted to play it off like she was just another pretty face in the crowd. I was really driving that heartbreaker thing I was going with.” You laugh. “I don’t know how, but my little facade worked. Turns out she had a little sister around Marley’s age, Peyton. Man, that little girl was a riot. She matched Marley’s wild energy perfectly… Somehow the stars aligned for my ratty ass, and I got the girl, against all odds.” you chuckle dryly. Your eyes begin to sadden as you pause, running through the end of that story. “I just… couldn’t keep her…” You feel your eyes begin to burn and your nose tickle. You huff a humorless laugh from your nose, shaking your head, frowning.

“You alright, hun?” Eddie breaks your silence. You breathe in sharply, getting your bad thoughts and pushing them aside.

“Yeah, I just… hm…” you sigh, trying to gather yourself. “Mariana.” You pause again, a name once so familiar, now almost feeling foreign on your tongue. “That was her name… She was someone I thought was going to be my forever person, you know… But things change. People. People… change. I was young and naive. I should’ve known better than anyone that things too good to be true don’t last, at least not for me. I feel so incredibly lucky I’ve even made it this far with the amazing people I have.”

“It’s not luck.” He interjects. “It’s talent. You deserve it.” He brings back, “Remember, that’s what you said to me when we first met.” he pauses, “People… People like us? We don’t get by on luck. We get by because we work for what we deserve. Sometimes, when we get what we’ve been aiming for, it doesn’t feel deserved. It feels like luck, but not this time. You are the reason for your success. You’ve earned it, babe. Don’t sell yourself short for that.” He speaks earnestly. You laugh.

“Maybe one day I’ll believe that, Eds. Things haven’t always been this high. I haven’t always done this well. I’ve fallen, Eddie, hard and flat on my face, and I’ve nearly fucked up everything for everyone else. I don’t know if I can confidently say I’m completely out of the pit, now, but I’m definitely not where I was. I’m glad you didn’t have to see me at my worst.” You confess. There’s a silence between you two. It doesn’t last long, but it lasts long enough for you to get nervous and doubt whether you should've said what you said.

“That don’t change my mind about you, kid.” Eddie’s voice rings through, determined. “You… I… You and I have more in common…” He sighs, trying to find the word. “Look, I get you. I see you. I hear you, and I will never judge you.” He says truthfully. “I’m here for you, always and forever. I hope you understand that.” You smile sadly. “I will always be there. I’m here to support your right and wrongs.” He jokes, bringing a small laugh out of you. “And I promise to be here for you whenever you need, whether that's a shoulder to cry on or an alibi.” He smiles through the phone.

“Oh my god, I didn’t kill anyone.” You interrupt, laughing.

“I’m just sayin’” He laughs back, “I got a shovel and a van whenever you need, babe.” You share a good laugh.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You continue as the laughter dies down, “Thank you, Eddie… really.” You pour out, hoping your sincerity and gratitude come through the phone clearly. He lets ou a soft chuckle.

“I gotchu.” He yawns out, causing you to yawn as well. He chuckles, “I think you should get some rest, superstar.” He says gently. You turn to look at the clock again, its passed 1AM. You sigh.

“Probably.” you yawn again. “I love talking with you, Eddie.” He smiles on the other end of the call.

“Me too. I was starting to get a little nervous there. Haven’t heard from you in a couple days.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. As soon as we got here, we performed, then after that, I went around with the band and saw old friends. Today was the first day I had to myself and it was really getting me down. Sorry, again, to call and wake you with blues.” You pout, he chuckles tiredly.

“No problem. I’m glad you called. Will you be there for much longer?”

“Well, this is our last stop on the tour. Final show is tomorrow… or tonight.” you correct. Eddie scoffs.

“You really need to rest then-”

“Yeah, I know. I know.” You cut in. “Hey, are you gonna be busy in three weeks?” There’s a pause.

“Uh… I don’t think so…?”

“Good, come out to New York to visit me. We can do some proper song writing, finally.”

“Oh, um, I don’t know about that, sweetheart.” He says. Your brows furrow. “I mean, I’m still job hunting and, you know, I gotta help Wayne out as best as I can, and I don’t know if I can make that trip happen.” He stumbles awkwardly.

“Nonsense. Just keep your schedule free, I gotchu.” You say, mimicking his words from earlier. You can’t see it, but his sleepy brain is struggling to pick up what you're putting down. “Get back to sleep, rockstar. I’ll talk to you later, alright?” Right on queue, he yawns. “Stop that!” you yawn back. He laughs.

“Alright, alright. Talk later.” He says with a smile.

“Bye, Eddie.”

“Bye, Superstar.”

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Three days pass after your last conversation with Eddie. You had given Eddie a call the morning after your final show before you left your hotel. “Tour’s finally over! I’m flying back out to New York this afternoon.” You would tell him. You would talk for the entire morning until you received a knock on your door to let you know that the car was there to take you to the airport. You promised to call him when you got settled back home.

“You got mail, Ed!” Wayne called out to him from the living room. Eddie hops up from his desk and out of the stiff chair.

“Coming!” He swings open his door and walks down the hall to find Wayne in the kitchen sorting through envelopes.

“From someone named ‘Superstar’?” He says as Eddie grabs the envelope off the counter.

“Thanks, old man.” Eddie grins widely and walks to the living room, plopping down on the squeaky couch. He rips the envelope open with his dull pocket knife, flipping the envelope over and pulling out its contents. He stills in shock.

“Everything alright?” Wayne pipes up, realizing Eddie freezes. He holds up two plane tickets with his name on them and a thick paper check addressed to ‘Wayne Munson’. Wayne’s brows crease, enhancing the wrinkles on his forehead. “What’s that?”

“I gotta make a call.” Eddie says abruptly. He hops up off the couch and runs to his bedroom, half closing the door just as he picks up the phone, he pauses. “Shit!” He says as he realizes you’ve never called him from your house before. He doesn’t have your number. “Shit!”

“What?!” Wayne yells from the kitchen.

“Nothing-” he’s cut off by a ring. Eddie puts the headset down and picks it back up. “Hello?”

“Hey, Rockstar.” Your voice comes through the line. He yells your name. “What? You get your mail, finally?” He yells your name again, causing you to laugh.

“You couldn’t possibly be serious right now!” He yells into the headset, looking down at the mail in his hands.

“Don’t be mad, but I couldn’t just stand by as you and your uncle struggle. Plus, you promised to help me write this album. No take backsies.” Eddie is speechless, yet again. He says your name a bit softer this time.

“I… I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything, just don’t miss your flight, pretty boy.” You say, smile evident in your worlds. He chuckles in disbelief, shaking his head.

“It’s already paid for. There’s no going back.” he said.

“Exactly.” You respond.

“Thank you, truly. I can’t thank you enough.”

“No need. I’m here for you just as you are here for me. I’m just grateful to be in a position where I can finally give back to those who give to me.” You say truthfully with a smile. Your smile is contagious through the phone, Eddie’s face breaks out in a huge smile. Wayne leans back curiously to get a glimpse at Eddie down the hall and through his cracked door. He gives Eddie a confused look. Eddie gave him an ‘okay’ sign with a big smile. Wayne nods, leaning back up and busying himself in the kitchen.

“You know, you’re too good to me, princess.” He chuckles. You giggle, blushing on the other end of the line. Eddie can almost see it.

“See you soon, pretty boy.” Eddie’s bright smile grows impossibly wider, hurting his cheeks.

“See you soon.” You both hang up at the same time. As soon as the phone is down, he jumps up and down like a madman, nearly hitting his head on the low ceilings in his room. He runs out of his room, startling his uncle at the burst of energy. Eddie hugs the older man in a big bear hug, grabbing his balding head and plants a kiss on the top of it. Wayne, completely bewildered, looks at Eddie like he’s grown two heads.

“Boy, what is going on?” He asks suspiciously. Eddie holds up the tickets and check for Wayne to get a good look at them. Wayne furrows his brows as he reads what's on the pieces of paper.

“I can’t accept this, Ed.”

“Listen, the angel who sent this to us is more stubborn than me, so you’ll have an easier time just taking the check and using it to pay those.” he points to the growing stack of overdue bills. Wayne looks back at the envelopes adorned with red writing. He sighs, giving in. Eddie hands him the check.

“If she’s as stubborn as you say, good luck.” He takes the check from Eddie’s hand and grabs his coat and keys, “I’ll be back.” He says before heading out. Eddie watches him leave through the screen door. As soon as he’s driven away, Eddie starts jumping up and down again, letting out a gleeful cheer.

“Thank you.” He says, giving a kiss to the plane tickets.

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The Monkees (on the set of “It’s A Nice Place To Visit”) perusing Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, 1967. Photo by Bill Chadwick.

“Beatle talk! Whenever he gets the chance, Peter talks to others about the Beatles. He’s quieter off the screen than he seems on and is always very courteous to others.” - Ann Moses, Tiger Beat, January 1967

“Tork related an incident that occurred while he and the Monkees, at the peak of their popularity, were staying at a New York hotel. ‘We were hanging out in a hotel room, and looking down into the street, there was a bunch of kids down there holding a copy of The Beatles‘ Sgt. Pepper album and giving us the finger,’ he said. ‘Hey, we’re Beatles fans too,’ Tork remembers shouting to the group.” - The Central New Jersey Homes News, September 22, 1983

Peter Tork: “[W]hen we were touring in New York, we had a bunch of fans outside the hotel, and over in the corner were a bunch of kids holding up, a small bunch of kids, holding up Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. And we went, ‘Yeah, right, we love that stuff!’ And they went, ‘No, no, you don’t! You guys are awful!’ ‘No, no, we love The Beatles, we are Beatles fans.’ ‘No, you’re not!’” (laughter) Q: “Aw.” PT: “You know, they couldn’t let us like The Beatles because they liked The Beatles, and they didn’t like us, and like that whole thing, friends of my enemies are my enemies, and no middle ground for these people.” - GOLD 104.5, 1999

Q: “What’s the best record you ever heard? The best song? Why?” Peter Tork: “Album, Sergeant Pepper, probably. Of course, as a Beatles fan, I was ready for every new recording that they put out. Plus the buzz was (cuz) Sgt. Pepper was exceptional, even for the Fab Lads. I remember driving to David Crosby’s house — he had a copy and the great stereo, don’t cha know, and on the way I heard Fixing A Hole on the radio. Even without knowing in advance that it was Paul, I remember thinking how strong a cut it was; only to discover it wasn’t even the strongest cut on the album. Then to sit down in front of the stereo and put the album on, …well! It was one of the great experiences of art I ever hope to have. Song — Lady Madonna. It was just about the beat and the music; sort of like What A Fool Believes, where there’s just that great combination of beat, melody and instruments.” - Beachwood Confidential newsletter, 1995

#Peter Tork #Tork quotes #60s Tork #Davy Jones #Micky Dolenz #Michael Nesmith #The Monkees #Monkees #The Beatles #:)#can you queue it

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meguwumibear · 1 year

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okay wait im not done yet a continuation of these two pieces from Touya's pov

Touya Todoroki hasn’t gone by Dabi for a very long time. Not since he bit off more than he could chew chasing down some S-rank villain all on his own just to prove himself to his piece of shit dad and burned away most of his body.

It took less than a minute for his skin to catch and burn. He was painfully conscious for most of it. Black and bitter smoke blurred his vision, but he could still make out when the first bit of flesh liquified and sloughed from his bone like wax dripping down a candle.

He watched himself melt away until the pain was too much for him to bare, slipping slowly asleep.

Three years.

That’s how long he was in his medically induced coma.

Three fucking years.

And he remembers none of it. One thousand ninety-five whole ass days gone. Like he had simply blinked on top of that damn hill and somehow teleported himself into the future. It feels like no time has passed at all. It feels like a whole lifetime has passed him by.

The nurse nearly dropped dead when he opened his wet stinging eyes. He would later learn this was due to his tears, which weren’t very tear like at all—not the crystalline and clear droplets normal people cry—but thick crimson blood.

Back in school Touya took a theology class to piss off his father. Enji wanted him to take a chemistry or biology or even an anatomy elective to learn more about the properties of fire and how his own flames may impact his body, but Touya refused. He wrote a paper for the class about weeping statues, with a particular emphasis on the weeping Madonna who several decades ago no less than sixty people testified to have seen cry blood.

He wonders if the nurse who witnessed his own tears knows about the statue. He wonders if his pain and suffering bring him closer to his own version of holiness or enlightenment—whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean. Touya’s never been particularly spiritual, and he’s even less so these days.

His family was the first to stop using his moniker. Enji provides many updates to the public about Touya’s health. Figures no press is bad press, and practically goes on tour, accepting every opportunity to interview and tell the world that Touya is finally awake and in stable condition.

The public never seems to stop though. No matter how many times Enji emphasizes Touya’s government name, the headlines never change.

NUMBER THREE HERO DABI ALIVE AND WELL

PROHERO DABI UNDERGOING HIS THIRD RECONSTRUCTIVE SURGERY

RETIRED HERO DABI SPOTTED LEAVING PHYSICAL THERAPY IN A RAGE

He isn’t sure what’s worse: Enji’s insistence on reminding him who he is now, or the public’s insistence on reminding him that he was once something more. Both names seem to rub salt into his already itchy wound.

What’s in a name? Are they meaningful? Do they have value? Who is he without one?

“Dabi…please.”

He liked the way his name sounded on your lips. All breathy and desperate from kissing. Soft and safe like home. No one has ever used his name like that before. You’ve never said his name like that before.

Only Dabi isn’t his fucking name. Not anymore. He’s Touya to those closest to him, and, well, if you didn’t have the good sense to call him that, you must not be very close to him at all. Which, hey, that makes sense. You’re his perfect little brother’s perfect little girlfriend. You’re not his. Even if he wants you to be.

It’s stupid to text you, but he just can’t help himself. Especially once he learns the two of you have called things off. Shouto doesn’t say why but he knows his brother has seen the hickey he sucked into your neck. He thinks about telling him it was he who marked you.

He doesn’t.

He misses you. Even works up the courage to tell you. He isn’t sure why. Again, it’s not like the two of you were ever that close.

It shouldn’t surprise him that you don’t text him back, but it does. You always text him back, even if it’s just to tell him to fuck off. Surprise quickly gives way to anger, however if only because he has always masked his hurt with fury.

It burns through him just like everything else in his life. His flames and his fury all are he ever seems to have. They’re the only two constants in his life. He’s scorching. He’s on fire. He is Dabi and Touya both. He will never be Dabi or Touya again.

#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #dabi x you #touya todoroki x you #bnha x you #bnha x reader #mha x you #mha x reader

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(brings microphone to your face) tell us abt ur au!!!! whatever you're willing to share, i love hearing abt wips.

OOHOOHOO OK!! so i have talked abt this before but i don’t think i have a tag for it however im going to go back thru and tag ALL of it bc well. i like all of my things in one place. ANYWAY. i’m going to put this under a cut bc it will be LONG because i cannot help myself ever. so, i present: trc rival bands au!

this is the pinterest board i’ve made for the au that i cannot stop adding to. i’m refraining from sharing my spotify playlists because uh. those are a major part of the story and i don’t want to take that away from it 😭 BUT trust me they are SO good. im obsessed.

anyway. rival bands au LETS GO!!

gansey, ronan, henry, and noah make up the (pop punk?/alt rock?) band Kings of Henrietta.

ronan plays lead guitar. he’s the son of legendary irish rockstar niall lynch and also ex lead guitarist of the boyband the lynch brothers. he plays a seven-string ibanez xiphos in black flat (VERY sexy guitar VERY difficult). its name is chainsaw. he has perfect pitch. he’s also very, very irish

gansey’s lead vocals and rhythm guitar. he grew up hollywood royalty but was never really interested in acting, just did it because it was expected of him. his exodus from the film industry in order to be in a band was originally widely considered a long shot but now. well. one of the most famous bands in the world and all that. he plays an obnoxiously orange gretsch jet that fans have dubbed “the pig”.

henry’s bass and backup vocals. he’s the heir to two tech fortunes but ran off to be a musician and was a solo artist for a few years before the formation of KOH (think yungblud). he has a classic rocker haircut, he’s openly queer, he’s a weirdgirl fashion icon. he plays a custom made electric blue fender precision with lightning detailing. he calls it “madonna” but this name has yet to catch on

noah plays drums (and also provides vocals on occasion if the occasion is screaming). his parents are music producers, his sister adele is also in the industry. he breaks at least one drum stick per show and tosses it into the pit. hardcore fans can and will fight for it.

they are SO fucking famous. like taylor swift 95m monthly spotify listeners famous. like people recognize ronan just from his hair like eminem famous. about to leave on one of the longest world tours ever famous. it is INSANE how famous they are.

they all met at aglionby and often played together but didn’t form a band until after niall lynch’s murder and the disbanding of the lynch brothers. there’s a few years gap between graduating aglionby and the formation of KOH

some circles still believe ronan killed his own father however they are very few and far between. WHATEVER

blue grew up in a house full of musicians. she can play pretty much anything under the sun but prefers drums and guitar. she went to juilliard on scholarship, which is where she met adam

adam did not grow up playing music with his family. he grew up learning it in secret. he cannot play everything however he is a VERY quick learner out of sheer willpower. he graduated high school as valedictorian and immediately got the fuck out of there to go to juilliard (also on scholarship). he and blue were inseparable almost immediately

they moved in together after graduation and blue took him home to henrietta when the rent started to get a little too high. they officially formed their band page of wands in blue’s room at 300 fox way

“page of wands” merges both of their symbolic tarot cards together (page of cups + magician). did i mention blue was raised pagan? she was. as to be expected. anyways.

virtually unknown indie rock band page of wands posts a cover of a KOH song. they do not expect KOH to see it. they also do not expect KOH to return the favor in front of tens of thousands of people. KOH does it anyways. because gansey is ENAMORED. he is SO FAR GONE.

blue hates this. she hates it so much. unfortunately POW’s sudden success is now irreversibly tied to KOH and there’s nothing she can do about it. or is there

their record labels agree to a rivalry. success! this is what she wanted

except it’s not. but she doesn’t know why

cue enemies to lovers. and long distance pining. mutual destruction. the entire music industry watching this all unfold. bluesey. pynch. way too many spotify links. you get the picture

guys i literally CANNOT stop thinking about this i don’t know what to do. what do i do. i am so lost. please help me

#the raven cycle #helenaposting #asks #trium #trc band au #barbi.trc #barbi.wip

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ohoneohone

Saturday, September 24th, 2005 2:14 pm but i am too weak to be your cure night started out strong. got kinda wack. want to go on a date to the corpse bride? (157 Comments |Comment on this) Tuesday, September 20th, 2005 12:56 pm ruckus juice dear demar,

i am sorry.

sugar in chicago. Monday, September 19th, 2005 12:19 pm mike murphy all up in demar hamiltons ass went to the alk3/my chemical bromance with demar and nick on the dick. pretty hilarious. the bands let the good times roll. went by pizza metro and made awesome jokes. and ate like 60 bucks worth of super flat pizza. startling revelations about demars life. i like hanging with old friends. down the street from the girl to trevia. kinda chill. matt skiba talked to me about clandestine. pretty amazing. we are wearing all black coming up hats. greg let me dj for a minute and i played some faint and refused. P-Unit. people at my house when i went home. freaked me out. sleeeepover prince. search the net and you can find some amazing pictures. Saturday, September 17th, 2005 4:52 pm reNICKulous woah. got my g.i. joe aircraft carrier in the mail yesterday. its seven feet long. thats like me and patrick stacked on top of eachother. ate a box of life cereal yesterday. kinda gross. somehow with all the chaos of everything i got normal again. its weird to me that 50cents mom is a lesbian. i dunno why. it totally fits and totally doesn't. just like everything else. i saw the motorola commercial we were asked to be in with madonna. yeah thats right- "sell out boy" turned one down cause it wasn't the right situation. haha. we would have had to cancel shows and all- just wasn't right. i just wanted to meet the material girl. we don't do everything were asked to. waited out going over to watch demar pass out and get kissed. instead went to the city. carnival life. we bought ice cream shoes online from hongkong. get jealous. counted freckles. yawn. patrick came over today. we worked on some secret stuff. him and his gee eff are way too lame and cute. i cant wait to see corpse bride. awesomeness. just waiting for tonight to happen.

oops comments wahahaha. Thursday, September 15th, 2005 11:27 pm this week he's mopping floors, next week he's on fries early bird gets the worm. took a headache for my tylenol. went to the cover shoot for spin magazine. it was ridiculous as always. i put myself into the worst clothes i could find cause thats just funny to me on the inside. nickplan and drunkmar showed up cause they keep it the realest. got weird emails all day. pretty standard. someday we'll be nostalgic for right now. but until then you can put it in a pinebox. its funny the mistakes you realize you are making as you go about things. cause those are the worst. it only makes sense when you are that close. otherwise its blurry and filled with lies. and you can say whatever you want but in the dark i know what you look like and think- and no one else does. nothing that needs to be spoken of. im the kind of kid that will go to the goddamned end. file me under: fucking speechless. right to her house. wow, it's been a month. we don't talk. it goes without saying. freckles. kinda dreamy. and i ain't too hard on the eyes. only those arms make it okay. i just don't care anymore. this is the three year boy. this is the lover boy. this is the keeper. the is the one that got away. i drop records, not names. so i'm not letting you in. buzznet updated. please leave my friends or whatever alone, because i have- and im sick of hearing about it. raise your hand if you're excited for fall tour. time to become the person i was supposed to be.

Current Music: you make me wanna lala 12:59 am "growing uuuuuuuuup, i guess i am my own better half" what were they thinking? i'm tired. ate for the first time in what feels like forever today. you know gotta keep that charm. what does that even mean? actually have to get up at 9am for a photo shoot tommorrow. the wackest. i guess it could be worse. i could have to sell stuff or work in a factory instead of just getting laughed at by some dumb photographer cause we don't know how to pose right. flashflashflash. goddamn the new panic at the disco record makes me feel okay in any situation. only two people in the entire world know how it goes. its kind of funny that i get to be one of them. but its strange the way only one person makes you feel electric. like you were meant to be three inches away from them always. but then its gone. or they are. went to green street hooligans. ate your popcorn and drank your soda. cause im kinda a baby. movie dates are funny cause you either watch the movie or you talk the whole time. both are kind of a let down. fall is definitely hug season. bring it on. who knows how it turns out. don't believe the hype. i didn't overdose. this really is me typing.

Tuesday, September 13th, 2005 10:39 pm difficult takes a day, impossible takes a week. oh no oh no. i don't get it but then i don't think i am supposed to. today woke up and bought my friend shoes cause she's rad and i like buying stuff for my friends. i am sick, but it's gonna be okay. i love going to bars with my friends and ordering 5 dollar sprites. yeah i'm that guy. right now i wish this was a lyric i wrote: "i dunno why other rappers try and dis you. cause even my superficial raps are super official". i'm supposed to be waiting by the phone but i'm always at front desk in the hotel lobby. i told my friend that i want to get super big bling jesus necklace- they said it doesn't make sense because im not super into jesus- but i told them that was the whole point. i sing the blues just for the covers of magazines. oh yeah. the rest of my day. ive been going out into the real world alot lately. the sun hurts my eyes but you're making me grin. went to joes house in boy's town- its like one inch big and filled with 80 million things. ebay says that my g.i. joe aircraft carrier is in the mail. but who knows cause i tell people shit is in the mail all the time. its like waking up from a dream and not being sure. for sure. our new video is pretty sweet. hung with the bestest. it feels nice outside. time to go play. i think i am going to be vegetarian again, then probably vegan. cause it just feels right. like you. all i do is watch thundercats and crush hard. what a life.

Current Music: christina milian 2:22 am go right on reds, get left at altars i want to write a "hey momma" song for the emo world. it smells like coffee and rain everywhere today for me.

i have lost all respect for you. before you make accusations, check the scoreboard sweetheart.

just when you are about to give up sometimes a light comes on. like its the only one out there. and when you are unhappy they are a shoulder. and they make you laugh when you get thrown out the window like trash from a car. old friends bend. you got me smiling like it was a dream. and i am slowly letting everything else go.

let go let go.

ive got a crush.

#ohoneohone #itiswhatitwas #content and formatting unchanged from original #pw #blogs #archive

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Supporting Louis Tomlinson isn’t “lame” – he’s helping new bands to reach the next level

The former One Directioner is using his platform to uplift rising artists – so it's time to put an end to the musical snobbery surrounding him

By Rhian Daly | 31st October 2022

Right now, the internet is saturated with new music. Touring is becoming increasingly harder thanks to surging living costs and complicated new Brexit rules. Everyone, apart from the biggest artists (and even they’re not safe), could do with a helping hand right now. So why, then, are some acts trying to put down both bands accepting a leg up, and those artists using their platform to pay it forward to those for whom these opportunities could make all the difference to?

Last week (October 22), The Skinner Brothers’ Zac Skinner caused a stir online when he tweeted: “I see all these bands going on tour with Louis Tomlinson from onedirection… fucking laughable. I wouldn’t ever do that on account of it being incredibly LAME.” It reeked of old-school snobbery, implying that because Tomlinson was once a member of the biggest British pop group in recent history, being associated with him was something to be ashamed of.

In a follow-up tweet a couple of days later, Skinner doubled down on his position, comparing him hypothetically supporting the former 1D member to “The Clash supporting Madonna”. His one-minute rant about the “sterilisation” of guitar music felt dangerously close to throwing out the term “real music”.

Regardless of what you think about Tomlinson’s music – past or present – his consistent support of the UK’s underground scene is nothing but admirable. Although, as he told NME earlier this summer, keeping up with all the new music around these days is tough, he’s always armed with recommendations to share with his followers online when they ask for tips. He’s regularly given new and smaller bands support slots on his tours and at his Away From Home festival. He’s even helped out other acts financially when they’ve needed it the most, like when Manchester band Maruja had their gear stolen from their van. Last October, after they reached £2,000 on a crowdfunder to replace the instruments, Tomlinson quietly dropped £4,000 their way, helping them reach their target.

“We were absolutely blown away,” singer and guitarist Harry Wilkinson tells NME of the surprise contribution. “Honestly, we’d probably still be trying to get our gear right now. We’ve made a lot of progress [as a band] this year and, without Louis’ help, we definitely wouldn’t be able to be in the position we’re in right now.” The items Maruja had stolen were things they’d been collecting “all our lives”, including “really rare pedals” they’d likely have struggled to get back at all.

That open-minded reaction to bands is something that feels common within Tomlinson’s fanbase. When each band took to the stage at this year’s Away From Home festival in Málaga, the crowd cheered on every band as enthusiastically as each other – from newcomers like Scottish band Voodoos, who won a competition to kick off the day’s events – to indie legends The Vaccines. It was incredibly heartwarming to see, particularly given this was a crowd of predominantly female fans – a force that has shaped pop culture for decades.

Most mentions of fandoms and stan culture these days are barbed and negative, pointing to ever-growing toxicity online. While that is accurate of some people, Tomlinson’s fans have largely reacted to The Skinner Brothers’ comments in a way that make the London act’s point even more redundant. On Twitter, fans have been collating a playlist of unsigned and upcoming bands – some with ties to Tomlinson, others without – and, in turn, giving those artists more much-needed exposure. “He’s got everyone talking and smaller bands have benefitted from it greatly,” Cooper concedes of Skinner’s original tweet, smiling at the irony.

Community spirit – from Tomlinson’s fans, from artists with a platform they can use – is becoming more and more important as the cost of living in the UK explodes. Financially, rising bands are feeling the strain more than ever, limiting their ability to play as extensively as they once might have been able to. “It’s expensive – you spend so much money on fuel and staying in hotels and everything,” explains Wilkinson.

“You’re trying to grow an audience [through touring] so you can start making money,” Maruja saxophonist and singer Joe Carroll adds. “But you’re having to say no to shows because it’s not gonna be worth the journey – you’re not gonna sell many tickets, it’s not in a city you’ve been able to perform in before, and it’s gonna cost loads to even be able to get there. Having support slots with bigger artists is a great way of growing those things.”

For The Outcharms, not only has opening for Tomlinson given them a rise in interest in the band, including an uptick in monthly listeners online, it’s also helped them see their musical endeavours in a different light. “The mentality of the band has changed – it just gave us a little bit more belief and [and made us open to] taking more risks,” Cooper says. Earlier this month, the group played their biggest headline show to date in the main room at legendary Sheffield venue The Leadmill. “Eventually we would have got to that point, but I don’t think we would have made that leap [before].”

Tomlinson’s dedication to lifting up new bands comes from a place of pure passion. Speaking to NME at Away From Home in August, he cited one of his reasons for starting the festival as wanting to “showcase upcoming bands”. “I’ve always been really interested in the development stage of bands’ careers,” he said. “I think they’re some of the most exciting times. So any way where I can help anything like that, that’s always been really important to me.”

Those who’ve received Tomlinson’s support so far are in agreement that his approach to music should be the norm. “If you’re an artist, you want to see art evolve,” reasons Wilkinson. “I think it’s definitely important once you get to a certain level or a certain amount of status to push for more opportunities [for smaller artists]. The more of that, the better.” Instead of belittling artists for their backgrounds or not sticking to the boundaries we used to put around different genres, we should be celebrating those who are willing to help uplift the whole scene, not just themselves – lord knows we need more of that right now.

#louis tomlinson #nme magazine #31 october 2022

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