#melody goes to London

[forlornmelody]

Today's List of Nice Things:

1) Met @phoen1xr0se, her partner, and a bunch of other wonderful Good Omens fans!

2) Got lost TWICE in London. Why is this nice? Still made it where I wanted to go both times. Take THAT, Trixter Google Maps.

3) It was so cool seeing both the Bench and The Sky Garden (aka the Up) in person! I would like to live at both these locations, please and thank you.

4) Finally found a curry I like. And I am not a curry person. Maybe they don't make it right in the States?

5) omg omg omg motherfACKING MACBETH. The entire cast killed it. I love the depth that both David and Cush brought to their roles and the journey they took us on with their characters. Also, no one warned me that David would be breathing heavily and whispering in my ear most of the evening. *fans self*

6) Ngl, I was very star-struck when David made eye contact, said thank YOU back and signed my program. I didn't quite have the same reaction as I did to Michael. Maybe because Michael came onto the stage as himself before settling into his performance? And David was of course Macbeth until curtain call? Definitely not saying one play/performance was better than the other. Literally apples and oranges and I love them both. Very spoiled to experience both in 48 hours.

[readwritealldayallnight]

You haven’t noticed him yet.

Lost in the words printed on the pages, you haven’t glanced up from your book since Simon stepped out of the shower, peeking at your figure through the window panes.

You’re out on the small, cramped balcony of your shared London flat, curled into yourself to squeeze all your limbs as comfortably as you can onto the wicker chair.

The half empty cup of tea sitting on the small side table next to you is no longer as warm as it was when you first brought it out. Without a second thought, Simon goes to warm up the kettle again, not wanting you to get cold.

He frowns as your fingers quickly catch the edge of your book before the wind can flip your current page away, your hair being blown away from your face. He spots the tiny shiver that goes through you and decides he’ll bring out a throw blanket for you as well. Maybe one of his hoodies.

You’d teased him about something like this the other day, after he’d finished tucking your chair in at a local cafe. Saying that his love language was sooo obviously acts of service.

He’d playfully rolled his eyes, joking about how yours must be to never stop talking, chuckling at the half hearted kick he received underneath the table, before you explained that that wasn’t what love languages are.

Simon wasn’t so sure about that whole idea. All he knew was that he liked taking care of you, just as you took care of him. Simple as that.

He knows he always feels lighter after you send him a thankful smile any time he carries your bag for you or opens your door.

He knows you can’t stop smiling for at least a minute any time you swipe an eyelash off his cheek, carefully holding it in front of his lips so he can blow it away and ‘make a wish’.

He knows his chest always swells with pride any time you compliment his cooking, whether he attempted a dish on his own or simply added a seasoning to something you were already making.

He knows all the tension disappears from your shoulders when you’re sat in his lap, gently wiping away his black face paint from around his eyes, taking extra care around his delicate skin, humming a soft little melody for the both of you to hear.

He knows there isn’t anything in this entire god forsaken earth that makes him happier, than making you happy.

That’s why he’s been secretly looking into a new place for the two of you. This tiny shoebox of a flat had been fine when it was just him crashing here a handful of times a year between missions. When you got together and began spending more time sleeping here than at your own place, it only made sense to move in once your lease was up.

But now your books are piled in stacks along the baseboards, the closet can barely contain your clothes mixed in together, and the sight of you sitting out on that cramped balcony just doesn’t sit right with him.

He wants to give you a proper place, a home. He wants to be able to give you an actual yard with room to sprawl out and grow a garden if you want, or just lay out a picnic blanket and read until the sun sets.

He wants to hear you nag him about mowing the lawn, or raking the leaves, or shovelling the driveway. He wants to run out into a sudden summer storm with you to quickly pull off the laundry that had been drying on the clothes line, laughing the entire time.

As though sensing his gaze on you, you slowly lift your head, a chuckle slipping past his lips as your eyes immediately light up with excitement, a sweet smile gracing your lips as you send him a wave.

He lifts his hand, waggling his fingers back at you, the same corny grin on his face, knowing that there isn’t a thing in the world he wouldn’t do for you.

[whereforarthur]

A Delightful Surprise

Request: I was wondering if you could do a smut with either Chris or Arthur hill where the reader has no gag reflex and they find out when the reader goes down on them for the first time

Pairing: Arthur Hill x Reader

Category: Smut

Word Count: 1.4k

*****

The room was a cozy little sanctuary, infused with the warm, familiar scent of his cologne mixed with a gentle breeze from a lovely London summer evening. As the sun dipped below the horizon, it painted the space with a soft orange glow filtering through the half-drawn curtains. Shadows waltzed on the walls, playing tag with the bookshelves and scattered instruments, creating a beautiful scene where creativity and comfort intertwined—just like Arthur Hill himself.

Standing beside the unmade bed, they kissed with a hunger that spoke of longing, as if they had been waiting for this moment for far too long. Arthur’s fingers traced the edge of her shirt, lightly mapping the smooth skin just above her waistband. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, lost in the heat of the moment. His breath was warm on her neck, sending delightful shivers down her spine, syncing with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her chest. Y/N felt her heart race, melding together with his in that charged atmosphere.

Their kisses grew more intense, bodies pressing against one another as Arthur’s hands explored her curves. She ran her fingers across his strong shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles. They had danced around this electric chemistry for weeks, filled with dates that overflowed with laughter and lingering glances. The anticipation was building to a climax—it was time to let the music of their desire play out.

They tumbled onto the bed, the mattress giving a soft sigh beneath them. The sound of their clothes brushing together blended with their quickening breaths, creating a gentle background score to the passion unfolding. Y/N's heart raced as the heat pooled within her, and Arthur’s gaze searched hers, silently asking for affirmation to continue. With a blush of desire lighting up her cheeks, she nodded, and he fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, excitement making his hands tremble.

"You’re stunning," he murmured, his voice deep and sincere, vibrating through her as he unclothed her to reveal the delicate lace of her bra. She blushed, briefly shy as she looked away, but his gentle touch coaxed her gaze back to him. “I’ve wanted this since I first saw your profile.” His words felt like a sweet melody, instantly calming her as he began to trace a path down her stomach with his lips, drawing soft gasps from her.

“Arthur,” she whispered urgently, the name leaving her lips as a quiet plea. He kissed her deeply again, his hands gliding up her leg, teasingly brushing against her panties. “Is this okay?” he whispered, his gaze probing hers for any hesitation. She nodded, her voice low and sultry, “I want this too.”

Every piece of clothing he peeled away felt like he was unwrapping a precious gift. With each kiss he placed along her body, she felt the weight of their connection deepen—powerful yet vulnerable. "I've never felt anything like this before," she admitted shakily, and he paused, searching her eyes with genuine concern.

"You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with," he assured her tenderly, his thumb caressing her cheek. Something in his warm gaze made her heart swell, and she took a breath before whispering, "I want to taste you."

His eyes went wide with surprise and excitement. “Are you sure?” he rushed out, words spilling forth like water from a burst dam. “We can take it slow, or we can stop. Just tell me.” His voice was steady, filled with a concern that melted her hesitation. She met his eyes, feeling a surge of confidence, and placed a finger over his lips. “I’m sure.”

Taking a deep breath, he nodded, his heart racing with anticipation. “Okay, but just remember, you can stop me anytime.” As he sought her reassurance, all he found in her gaze was excitement and a hint of mischief.

Y/N shifted down his body, her eyes locked onto his as she felt the heat radiating from him. The need inside her intensified, a growing crescendo rippling through her. When she reached the waistband of his jeans, she paused, teasingly brushing her fingertips over the button. His breath hitched, desire clouding his eyes as he watched her, his anticipation building.

With a flick of her wrist, she expertly undid his fly, the zipper gliding down with a soft whisper. Arthur lifted his hips, allowing her to peel away both his jeans and boxers in one smooth motion. His erection sprang free, and for a moment, she savored the sight, appreciating how eager he was for her touch. Leaning in, she let her breath ghost over the tip, eliciting a shudder from him.

“Tell me what you want,” she urged, her voice low and sultry. Flustered, he struggled to find the words. “I want… I want you to make me feel good,” he finally managed, his voice thick with longing. A playful smirk crossed her lips, and her eyes gleamed with delight. “In that case,” she said, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper, “I’m going to take you to places you never knew existed.”

With that, she enveloped him in her mouth, warmth and wetness consuming him. Arthur’s reaction was immediate—a guttural moan escaped him as pleasure ignited across his body. He had never felt anything like this before; everything else faded, leaving only the intoxicating sensations she created. Her head bobbed in a rhythm that left him breathless, her tongue swirling as she expertly explored him.

“Do you… do you have a gag reflex?” he managed to ask, a laugh bubbling out as he watched her gleefully. With a playful sparkle in her eyes, she pulled back slightly, a smug smile gracing her lips. “Nope,” she teased. “It’s always been pretty non-existent.”

Fantastically vulnerable, Arthur couldn’t help but feel a rush of disbelief mixed with thrill. “Fuck me,” he whispered in awe. “That’s incredible.” She was otherworldly in her skill, leaving him to wonder how he had gotten so lucky. “God, marry me,” he blurted, the words rushing out before he could catch them.

Y/N giggled, her laughter sending jolts of excitement through him. “Is that a proposal?” she teased, a playful grin lighting up her features. “Maybe,” he replied, breathless. “But right now, I just need you to do that again.”

Her smile widened, and she leaned back in, taking him deeper this time, her throat inviting him in. Arthur’s head fell back, lost in the euphoric sensations. Her tongue worked wonders along the sensitive edges, bringing him to the brink again and again.

“Y/N,” he groaned, pleading as his body began to hum with electric tension. “You're so good.” Each stroke made him lose more of himself; every sound spilling from his lips was music to her ears. He could feel himself nearing the edge, the building pressure making him dizzy.

“I’m going to come,” he gasped, teetering on the precipice, and she only smiled wider, urging him on. “Cum for me, baby,” she murmured, the warmth of her voice sending another wave of pleasure washing over him.

In that moment, he surrendered completely to the sensations, the world shrinking down to just the two of them, moving together in a perfect rhythm. When he finally let go, the orgasm crashed over him, his features contorting in bliss as he called her name. She swallowed every drop, gazing up at him with a satisfied smile, the pleasure dancing in her eyes.

Breathless, Arthur collapsed back against the bed, still reeling from the overwhelming intensity. She wiped her mouth with a playful elegance, sending another rush of heat through him. “Wow,” he murmured, still trying to process what had just transpired.

“Was that good for you?” she asked, her playful tone light as a feather. He chuckled, still dazed. “Understatement of the year,” he managed, reaching out to tuck a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. “Your mouth… it’s a gift.”

Y/N blushed, a mixture of embarrassment and pride coloring her cheeks. “It’s all for you,” she breathed, leaning in for another kiss. This time, it was soft and tender, laced with the sweetness of their shared moment. The taste of him mixed with desire served only to rekindle the flames igniting their passion once more. “How do you do that?” he asked, genuine wonder filling his tone.

“Practice, I suppose,” she answered with a mischievous shrug, her smile radiant. He couldn’t comprehend how he’d never encountered someone like her before; she seemed created just for him, a perfect blend of skill and warmth.

“You’re something else,” he breathed and drew her closer. “Thank you.” Her smile turned sultry, and he reveled in the promise of more unforgettable moments still to come.

*****

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[menlove]

Hey! I'm new in the fandom and I was wondering if you have any essential/good fic recs? Idk where to start haha

of course !! i made one like this a while ago but i can't find it so i'll make another and actually put it in a fic recs tag this time lmfao. also here's all my bookmarks if you wanna take a gander there!

i also did a list earlier this week with early days/hamburg fics and then one for like. longer fics that follow them through their lives, kinda.

but here's my all-time favorites (so far)!

your lucky break (by @forthlin hiiiii miles)

explicit. 17k.

When Paul was nine years old, he watched John Lennon sing Twist and Shout on Sunday Night at the London Palladium. Where Paul is a rising singer in the 1970s who grew up idolizing performer-turned-producer John Lennon.

John My Beloved

explicit. 33k. user-only. They've always loved each other, in their own way…

Gretna Green Waltz

explicit. 21k. TRACK NAME: “GRETNA GREEN WALTZ” “JOHNNY’S WALTZ” “JUNK” A fleeting melody chases Paul for decades—a tune half-remembered, a life half-lived. This is its story.

a summer wasting (by @gaitskiller hi eliza)

explicit. 16k. London, 1967: Wish fulfilment, a lot of interrupted kisses, drugs in excess, and a hot, hot summer.

i was a younger man then (now) (post hoc)

mature. 27k. John’s twelve when a bloke appears from a flaming pie and says, “From this day forward you are Beatles with an ‘a.’” The bloke is Paul. Or: paul and john meet at all ages and eras and john is the time-traveler’s wife the way only john lennon can be

I Still Miss Someone

explicit. 64k. It's 1976 and Paul keeps showing up on John's doorstep with a guitar. Eventually John turns him away and Paul goes off to sulk in his hotel room the night before his flight from New York. Based on real events.

When You Are Young They Assume You Know Nothing

mature. 26k. But Paul knows John. There’s something about Paris, though...

Way Up Top

explicit. 12k. Falling out of the sky, together. | Snapshots of the Beatles in Greece, July 1967

1967

mature. 11k.

In 1961, John Lennon and Paul McCartney left abruptly on a trip to Spain, via France. In 1967, they finally come home to face the consequences.

I Do

explicit. 73k. A collection of stories about John and Paul’s developing relationship, with weddings as the theme for the day.

The First Year

explicit. 19k. Get back to where you once belonged. note from meee: since this summary doesn't explain much- it's the first year of them knowing each other.

filling the cracks that ran through the door (by @wronglennon hello aoife)

mature. 4k. user-only. paul/stu centric. John and Stu are in a fight.

always, no sometimes

explicit. 20k. user-only. Stolen moments from a single year. Or: four times someone nearly found John and Paul together, and the one time they found each other. Set around the recording of Sgt. Pepper, 1966.

[cheolism-archive]

when he thinks of you

➥ moments when your svt boyfriend thinks of you (although he thinks about you all the time, if we're honest here)

➥ gn!reader

➥ mentions of food and eating, marriage. mentions of long-distance relationships and touring. this is just meant to be silly n cute!!!! it's just romance and fluff all the way through :) <3 if you've got any thoughts abt this, come visit me in my inbox and lmk!!!!

➥ choi seungcheol

he thinks of you when he pouts. he gets silky more often than he admits, but each and every time he can't help but think of you. whenever seungcheol pouts around you, which he does more often than not, you coo and kiss him. the first time it happened you made his heart beat so loudly he swore they could hear it in london. he had pouted about you taking a drink of his smoothie, whining about how there wasn't enough for him now. you had laughed, eyes shining. then you had leaned towards him, hands rising up to cup his face. you had looked at him like he had hung every single star in the sky, and when you pressed your lips to his he knew he would never ever be able to get you out of his head. and now, whenever he pouts, no matter where he is, thoughts of you appear.

➥ yoon jeonghan

whenever he sees something cute the first thing he thinks is of how much it reminds him of you. jeonghan finds you so ridiculously adorable. from the way you whine in the mornings, from the way you cuddle closer and closer whenever the two of you share a bed. whenever he sees a little puppy, running about with its overly large ears bouncing, he thinks of you and how adorable you'd find it. when he finds a cute little hello kitty phone charm online he always hovers over it, thinking of how cute it would look if you were to attach it to your phone. when he sees a cute little strawberry cake that's pastel pink with little cream hearts, he wants to buy it and present it to you. every cute thing in the world is linked back to you, and jeonghan wouldn't have it any other way.

➥ hong jisoo

whenever he sees his phone case he thinks of you. even fleetingly, if he takes his phone from his pocket and catches a glimpse of the case your name will flash through his mind, your lovely face grinning at him. he buys matching phone cases regularly, so much so that you've got one for each month of the year. but he adores it. he loves matching you, loves that whenever he looks down at his phone, whether it be his my melody phone case that matched your hello kitty one, or his phone case with half a heart that connected to yours, he adores it. and of course, what would all the work of having a matching phone case be without having matching lockscreens!!

➥ wen junhui

whenever jun sees an animal, he's whipping out his phone to snap a photo and show you. one of the first dates the two of you had ever been on was to a kitty cafe, in which he discovered you loved animals just as much as he did. that date was followed by an aquarium, which was followed by a petting zoo, and so on. he also loves getting photos of animals from you, so much so that he has a folder on his gallery dedicated to the animal photos you send him. he especially loves to send photos of stray kitties to you, dropping to a crouching position so he could get them to come close enough for pets. sometimes he thinks about the future, where he'd take you and buy a little farmhouse out in the country so the two of you could have a petting zoo of your own.

➥ kwon soonyoung

it isn't a physical thing that reminds soonyoung of you. whenever he stops for a break, whether it be practicing dancing or singing or when they have some other sort of a schedule, he thinks of you. more often than not, whenever he has an important and long schedule, you send him little texts reminding him to eat and drink, to take just a moment of rest to try and restore his energy. so whenever he goes on a break, whether he sees a text from you or not, he thinks oh, y/n would say to get some water. and so he would, wandering about until he finds what he's looking for. you love him so much that you want him to take care of himself, even when you're not aruond; and he loves you, so why on earth would he make you worry about something he could prevent?

➥ jeon wonwoo

whenever he pushes up his glasses, he is reminded of your fifth date. the two of you had taken it slow, not wanting to rush, not feeling the need to rush. and so your dates were long, comfy things that left him feeling refreshed and satisfied, that left him smiling and his heart swelling with warmth. your fifth date had been a late-night picnic next to the han river. you had been leaning against him, listening to wonwooo hum softly to the music playing off of his phone. you were staring at him -- which was fine. it would be a lie for him to try and pretend he didn't stare at you. but then you had leaned close, cupping his cheek with one hand and sliding his glasses up with the other, a cute little frown on your face. he found it so cute that he couldn't help but kiss you, and now whenever he has to push up his glasses himself he can't help but wish you were there with him, doing it instead.

➥ lee jihoon

jihoon is a workaholic. you know that, he knows that, the entire industry knows that. he had gotten better ever since you had sat him down, three months into dating, and had murmured, scared of pushing him away, that you missed him, that you wanted to actually, you know, see the man you were dating. ever since then jihoon tried his best to be present with you, but his job was a demanding one. you were understanding, however. you sent him cute photos of whatever you were doing, of yourself cuddling a stuffed animal he had gotten you while on tour. in exchange he would always send a picture of a cute little figurine you had gotten him on a vacation you took with your friends. you had set it on his desk, next to his monitor, with a cute little smile. "so you think of me whenever you're busy being a genius," you had said, teasing. but little did you know that it worked like a charm, and whenever he caught sight of that little figurine he couldn't help but think of you.

➥ lee dokyeom

it's tacky, and he knows it, but whenever dokyeom sings he can't help but think of you. every artist has their muse, and his is you. when he's across the world, singing his heart out, he's thinking of you. he tries to be present with the fans of course, tries to stay in the moment. but his heart always turns towards you, and dokyeom can't help but put a little more effort into singing, somehow feeling as if you were able to hear him despite all the distance between the two of you. when he sings at your shared apartment you always go to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face against his chest, just listening to him. it's soothing to listen to him sing, you told him once; it was a comfort. and now whenever he sings he thinks of you, of you who found home beside him, and can't help but be comforted by the thought.

➥ kim mingyu

mingyu loves good food. you love good food. dates always come with a meal, the two of you alternating between who chooses where to eat. whenever he's away and has to choose from a menu, he'll send you photos of it. he'll text you his thought process as he goes through each item, as if he was talking to you in real time about what to have. when he does finally order, when he does get his food, he takes a photo to send to you. he'll rearrange the food if he has to, will clear the table and push other members' food out of the way so he could get the most perfect photo to send you. whenever you send him a photo of your meal he'll whine, he'll say about how he wishes he was there to take a bite, or how dare you eat something so delicious without him.

➥ xu minghao

whenever he gets out his phone to take a picture, he's already planning on sending it to you. that's just a given. every photo in his gallery is one he's sent to you, is one you've seen before. if he sees a pretty sunrise or sunset, he's sending them to you. if he sees a pretty flower, expect to see it. if he sees a pretty perfume bottle: you're seeing it. "you should see pretty things," he said when you asked once, so matter-of-fact about it that you couldn't help but laugh and kiss him. he firmly believes it too. people can't be perfect, minghao knows, but you're his definition of perfect because you're you. and so you should only have to see the beautiful and pretty things of the world, and if it falls on minghao to make sure of this, then it's a job he'll gladly do.

➥ boo seungkwan

one of his most favorite things in the world is making people laugh. he loves making his members laugh, loves making the staff laugh. making people happy is such a simple thing, but it's something seungkwan treasures. whenever he makes someone laugh he can't help but wish you were there. of everyone in the world -- except for his mom, maybe -- he loved making you laugh the most. he loves the way your eyes widen in surprise sometimes before you laugh. he loves your loud laughs and your quiet giggles. he wants to make you that happy all the time, and whenever he manages to make other people laugh he wishes you were there in the moment with him so you could laugh and be happy too. everyone's laughter is precious, seungkwan knows, but he can't help but think that your laughter is the most beautiful, no matter how quiet or loud it is, no matter how many times you snort or cry from it.

➥ chwe hansol

music is important to hansol. he adores it, loves it. he doesn't go anywhere without his headphones, whether it be his wireless airpods or beats or his store-bought wire ones. it doesn't matter which set he uses, however, because whenever he grabs them from their case he thinks of you. you've decorated each of the cases, pressing cute stickers and covering them. even his airpods max case is decorated in your stickers, his initials on each speaker in glittery pink. seungkwan had laughed his ass off when he first saw it, but hansol adored it. he loved pulling them out of his backpack and seeing his airpod case with your cute little kitten stickers decorating it, loved running his fingers over the turtle sticker you slabbed onto the case. whenever he uses someone else's headphones, whether it be for a schedule or because he somehow forgot his own, he can't help but think of his own headphones and how much better they were, simply because of your stickers.

➥ lee chan

you love touching chan. which is great because he loves touching you too! but in particular, whenever you're sitting, you grab his left hand and press it between both of yours. soon enough, like clockwork, you'll start twisting his rings around his fingers, smoothing over the metal. he'll ask you if you're nervous or anxious, but you'll just throw him a confused look and shake your head. it's fine, though. he loves it when you run your hand over his, when you twist his ring around his finger. it gets to the point that whenever he even glances at his ring he thinks of you, thinks of your fingers playing with his. rings become his favorite accessory because of you, and he even buys a special fidget one. his favorite ring, however, is the one he'll eventually wear on his left ring finger, a perfect match to yours.

[thegreatimpersonator]

since y'all seemed to want this.... here's the live notes i took while listening to each song for the first time (bold are thoughts i had during later listens)

fortnight: 

‘i was a functioning alcohol till nobody noticed my new aesthetic’ what the fuck does that even mean…

love the fact she gave post the female collab treatment. don’t wanna hear what he has to say. 

they’re voices sound actually good together? 

some pockets of the melody are catchy

okay i don’t hate this 

ttpd:

her red flags are on fire in this song lol

this seems very half-cooked

also jacks weird mixing continues to plague us all

CHARLIE PUTH???? WHAT THE FUCK WHY HE HERE

tattooed golden retriever??? ……no way

my boy breaks all his favorite toys:

i blinked and it’s half over

this also is like… half cooked and didn’t need to be released tbh

i love the way she sings the second verse tho

down and:

the production does not match the vibe

did tpain produce this

i’m… kinda bored lol

like i have nothing to say this also didn’t need to be released tbh 

this grew on me a lot actually

so long london 

the production is so futuristic? 

oh im obsessed with how she sounds on this one

her talk-singing in the verses is great

honest lyrics without any clunky unnecessary metaphors! a win!!

the fast-paced verses with th slow chorus is really really cool

a favorite so far

daddy i love him

i can barely hear her? the bad mixing continues 

‘growing up precociously sometimes means not growing up at all’ oh yeah WE KNOW

is this…… is this about her dating matty and loving how people hate him… no fucking way she’s this stupid

SHE IS BEING THIS STUPID

‘it’s white noise’ yeah yeah that’s exactly how id describe him  

.... anyway y'all remember when fans really believed the little mermaid theory and this song was supposed to be about how 'joe stole her voice' lmaooo

we will pretend this one doesn't exist!

fresh out the slammer

are we getting another ‘i didn’t cheat technically’ song lol

what is this weird tempo change….

okay kinda catchy

it’s sounds exactly like you are in love at the end….. jack is really out of tricks

florida

‘my friends all smell like weed or little babies’ what the fuck is she even talking about anymore 

i’m sorry but i’m laughing at the phrase ‘fuck me up florida’

again the production sounds so detached from the vocals 

i honestly still have no idea how i feel about this one

guilt as sin

an real instrument?? wow crazy 

okay she’s kinda cute? catchy and fun, love the melody

i love when she goes up at the end of the vocal 

okay…. i don’t mind this one she’s catchy, a little too long and drawn out but cute

who’s afraid of little old me?

what is this production? it’s way too soft to be as threatening as they’re trying for 

why did jack push her vocals back so far when she’s supposed to scream…. that’s ruins the whole thing…. she’s supposed to be screaming and threatening….. not quiet and far away…. hello

this song is trying very hard to be threatening but it’s not... vigilante shit 2.0

‘you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum they raised me’…………… upper middle-class pennsylvania? 

‘i’m drunk on my own tears isn’t that what they all say, that’ll  sue you if you step on my lawn’ okay bar?

the bridge was good but that’s about it.

i can fix him 

…………… not another matty song oh god

‘i can handle a dangerous man’…… im too stunned to speak this is so embarrassing 

wow taylor really is that girl who like ‘women supporting women’ and then dates/defends a racist bf…. a walking example of white feminism

intersectional feminism found dead.... twice....

loml

okay this is really nice? 

I WAS ACTUALLY ENJOYING THE SONG WHY DID SHE RUIN IT BY SAYING ‘MR STEAL YOUR GIRL’ 💀

if we ignore that one line we're good this is good. im refusing to let that line ruin such a good song

i can do it with a broken heart

‘bitch smile’ why are there so many cringey lyrics on this album lol

what is this song omg why do i kind of like it 

taylor please learn depressed isn’t a synonym for sad 

they recycled the mastermind production 

wait till taylor finds out most of the entire world is sad while they're doing their job and has to pretend they're not

smallest man who ever lived 

oh i think i like this?

‘you said normal girls were boring’ GIRL AND YOU DIDNT IMMEDIATELY GET UP AND LEAVE??? EWWWW??? she's not beating the pick-me allegations

'i just wanna know if rusting my sparking summer was the goal' okay love that line

i like this a lot

the alchemy

no….. no way this is real

i cannot

THE SPORTS METAPHORS WE JOKED SHED DO THAT AND SHE ACTUALLY DID IT OH NO 

touchdown ✅ teams ✅ benches ✅ winning streak ✅ the league ✅

she’s doing…… the worst thing ever this is so laughable 

the corny lyrics are on overload 

‘this time it’s heroine with an e’ didn’t she write folklore? i can’t remember 

that literally was an snl parody of a taylor song

clara bow

love how the guitar sounds… bet money this is an aaron track 

a stevie nicks reference!! a win!!!

i like this one a lot no cringey lyrics yet

nope never mind she name-dropped herself don’t like that

overall really liked it tho

the black dog

i think i like it?? this is kind of what i expected the album to be

okay for once the weird production choices kind of pay off

imgonnagetyouback

kinda catchy? 

she loves a fancy car getting wrecked line

the pre-choruses are the best part 

this would’ve been better without the jack of it all bc he loves a song that doesnt build to anything

this just comes down to personal preference: i don’t like her lighter vocals with jack’s heavy production (ie most of lover lol)

the albatross

a real instrument!!! production that matches taylor’s voice and is well mixed!!! aaron’s arrived!! 

i think it’s solid, has good writing and she sounds great. that's about it.

chloe or sam or…

took me a solid minute to have any semblance of a fuck to know what was going on but okay

okay i love this one

wayyyy more emotive than like… most of the original album

a lot of the 2nd version (or whatever this is lol) are way more emotive, maybe because her voice isnt drenched in reverb so we can actually hear her voice emote better

how did it end

this sounds like an old school adele song? 

i love this one too…. 

her being upset people wanna know what happened but then also feeding it while promoting the album oop 

i love the story of this one it's so refreshing

so high school

THE PRODUCTION is so good ugh aaron never fails 

the man here is a walking red flag girl and the lyrics are ~not it~ but the production is too pretty to hate it

fuck these lyrics are so bad lol

maybe if i disassociate hard enough i can ignore the lyrics and just listen to the production and vibe

give me a karaoke version of this song and we'd be so back

i hate it here

i mentioned disassociation and she made a whole song about it!!!! this one’s mine!!!! 

‘without all the racists’ GIRL HUH

WHAT WAS THE REASON

also... girl don’t act like we don’t know you’re fine with that lololololol

if i had a dime for every time i was liking a song to then have it slapped away because of a bad, out-of-pocket lyric…… 

thank you aimee

this isn’t grabbing my attention 

oh the bridge is interesting 

it’s meh 

i will never be thanking the people that bullied me thanks tho

i look in peoples windows 

what do you mean aaron didn’t produce this??? it’s well-made and has instruments? 

i love this one, again a really interesting and unique concept that's very refreshing to hear at this point when a lot of the songs feel repetitive

the prophecy

aaron guitar!!!! 

she’s nice i like her 

i've really grown to love how she sings this one, the melodies are cool.. however i feel like we've heard the same melody.. like on this exact album... where she upturns at the end of every line...

cassandra 

this seems very…. familiar… idk i feel like we’ve covered this (i mean there are 31 songs we’ve already covered everything lol)

this is such an aaron song, that's a classic 'the national' piano

i like her voice in this one tho, sounds good

peter

oh love i love this

now this? THIS feels the most like a taylor swift song

once again she’s at her best with a simple instrument and emotive simple lyrics

the piano reminds me of champagne problems

the bolter 

i like this! the chorus is so cute

oh i like that ending line a lot!

she’s cute, a little long and drawn out but cute

robin

i haven’t seen anyone talk about this one

welp…. i literally have no feelings toward this one but sounds pretty! 

the manuscript

oh this is soooooooo powerful 

i love this concept 

her ending the album on another introspective album that sums everything up a la dear reader yep yep!!

if you actually read of this ily 💗

[rwrbmovie]

details from rwrb movie (part 5)

happy one month of rwrb, here's a part 5. one | two | three | four (scroll bc i didnt have the foresight to make separate posts, i didnt know there would be 5 parts)

alex wearing the same tie during his speech and meeting the king

the 2 dogs in the movie named david and jonathan and this part of the book when alex and henry are in the v&a

alex in red, henry in blue in the opening credits

henry's shaving kit/toiletry bag clearly on the nightstand

i already mentioned alex and henry playing the piano together but more on this – they're playing 2 songs that represent their countries but they have the same melody (my country tis of thee & god save the queen)

the BAY WINDOWS! in the austin home!

the 2 cars on the way to the lake house. alex driving one, and im assuming its secret service behind him

im 99% sure that is a georgetown cap in alex's closet

posted a gifset on this but alex wearing his leather jacket when zahra tells him to go to london after cakegate and when alex goes to london after the leak

pjs: red for alex, blue for henry

[randomcreator-09]

Freddie Mays: A Private Club in London, 1960s

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

🐧 - Hello ^^ this is a draft I had for my new obsession with David Thewlis XD. Again requests are open for ideas you want me to write about ^^ any Harry Potter actors or actresses or characters I'm open ^^. Now enjoy hehe ^^

✨No warning :3 very demure XD very short too :3

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The dimly lit room buzzed with the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses, the air thick with the scent of cigars and expensive perfume. Freddie Mays with his impeccably tailored suit catching the subtle glint of the low lights, surveyed the room with his usual air of unassailable authority. His eyes, sharp and calculating, missed nothing. But tonight, something—someone—had managed to slip past his usual defenses.

You had been talking with a few acquaintances in the corner, your laughter a warm, melodic contrast to the cool detachment of the surroundings. Freddie had watched you from across the room, a faint frown on his lips. It was more than your beauty that drew him in; it was the way you seemed to navigate the room with effortless grace, making connections with an ease he envied.

He made his way over to you, his movements smooth and deliberate. The crowd seemed to part for him, as if the very atmosphere recognized his presence. When he reached you, he leaned in slightly, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that carried an edge of both command and intrigue.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his tone betraying a hint of vulnerability that was rare for him. There was no pretense, no forced charm—just the raw, unfiltered curiosity of a man who was used to getting what he wanted.

You looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a blend of surprise and curiosity. "Ah, Mr. Mays, isn't it? I’ve heard quite a bit about you." you smirked as you took a sip on your exquisite rose wine.

A half-smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, have you? I do hope it was nothing too unflattering."

You laughed softly, the sound like a melody he found strangely captivating. "Depends on your perspective. But I’m sure there’s more to you than the stories suggest."

Freddie’s eyes locked onto yours, a flicker of something he didn’t quite recognize in his own expression. "And what would you say if I told you there’s a lot more? That there’s something I can’t quite put into words, something that goes beyond the usual game of power and control?"

There was an intensity in his gaze, a raw honesty that belied his hardened exterior. For a moment, the formidable gangster seemed almost vulnerable, and it was as if he was laying bare a part of himself he rarely showed.

"You’ve got my attention," you said, placing your wine down, your voice steady and inviting. "What is it that you’re trying to say?"

Freddie took a breath, the weight of his next words hanging heavily in the air. "I’m not one for grand gestures or flowery words. But you’ve managed to do something no one else has. You’ve got me thinking about things I’ve long buried—things like... wanting something real."

His confession was raw and unadorned, a rare glimpse into the man behind the ruthless façade. The moment stretched between you, charged with a tension that was both electrifying and palpable.

You reached out, your fingers brushing against his hand, the touch a silent acknowledgment of the connection that had sparked between you. "Well, Mr. Mays, if you’re offering something real, I’m willing to see where it leads."

A genuine smile broke across Freddie’s face, a rare and almost boyish expression that transformed his entire demeanor. "Please, call me Freddie." he said with a warm but cautious smile. "Then let’s see where it goes. After all, I’m always up for a bit of unpredictability."

As you both shared a look that promised new beginnings and uncharted territory, the world outside seemed to fade into the background. In that private club, amidst the shadows and whispers, Freddie Mays found himself on the cusp of something he had never truly expected—something that just might be worth more than all the power and control he had ever sought.

[harrisonarchive]

Footage filmed on May 25, 1964, presumably in Los Angeles, en route to London. (If anyone knows who this lucky fan is, please get in touch.)

“George Harrison is the reluctant Beatle. He did not expect fame. When it came, he was bewildered. He is the most affable of the four — instantly friendly, talkative and frank. Like John, George detests star treatment. […] Some say his image has not taken off in the 'solo star' sense as it has for, say, Paul or Ringo. The truth is that, with less fuss and adulation than has surrounded the other three, Harrison has built up a vast following. Adults seem to gravitate to ‘I like George the best’ because they think he is the quietest and most ‘respectable’ Beatle. Young girls want to mother him. He is probably the most conscientious autograph-signer of them all. He believes in fair play for the fans: if he hears of someone who has waited at the stage door for an autograph, he goes to enormous lengths to ensure they are rewarded. He is starkly honest.” - Melody Maker, November 7, 1964 (x)

[bellesdomain]

Updating Starlight in Bochum

So... the German production has had a lot of rewrites over the years. Understatement, but bear with me here... first MAJOR overhaul was in 2002, when the show imported a lot of material from the just-closed original London production.

Next in 2007/2008, the show got tweaked, cut back somewhat, and material from the US/UK Tours was imported. The show was smaller and cheaper to run.

In 2013, the material received another major overhaul and became more cohesive than before - rather than a threadbare attempt to put on a big-scale production, things like the orchestrations were modernised to actually suit a smaller digital band. "I Do" got imported from the UK tour at the same time.

Then, 2018, obviously MASSIVE changes to the show after the 2017 workshops. All that work was done to "fix" the problems with the show as seen in the 2017 "One Night Only" English-language gala.

Since then? Well, the Creative Team have been very busy in 2023/2024 mounting the Wembley revival show, with a lot of new material, new designs, new characters... pretty controversial changes but well received by the public.

2002... 2007-08... 2013.... 2017-18.... see a pattern there? Pretty much every 5 years there's been a major update to the German show. COVID has thrown a spanner in the works, I think they wanted to mount the UK Revival more like 2020, 2021, so there's a delay in the schedule. But I think that 2025 is going to bring major updates to the Bochum show.

But what updates? The Wembley show is "Non-Replica", which means the Direction is by Luke Sheppard not Trevor Nunn (or Arlene Phillips recreating his work). Choreography belongs to Ashley Nottingham not Arlene Phillips. Costume Design is Gabriella Slade's work not John Napier. Arlene Phillips was given the vague title of "Artistic Dramaturg" for the Wembley production, but none of her input under that role is going to specifically BELONG to her, in a legal sense. I assume. Unless there's been some very interesting wording in contracts...

So, how are they going to update the Bochum show? The credit for a Female Greaseball, for example, presumably goes to Director Luke Sheppard. If they change Greaseball's gender in Bochum, they have to credit (and pay!) him for using his work. Gabriella Slade's costume designs being used means Gabriella Slade gets paid for their use - but what is John Napier's contract with the German production? Can they just - STOP using his work and stop paying him for the costumes, while still using his set design? (and obviously, they're not about to stop using that!) Seems likely that he would have a clause in his contract to say that they can't just cut him off - which would explain why he returned in 2018 to design the new characters when he had already decisively retired. But if they do add the new characters, would they get John Napier back to design more? Would a new "Associate Designer" work with him for the show?

Musically the question is simple - Andrew Lloyd Webber has the melodies, Richard Stilgoe has the words. They can add in "Hydrogen" with no difficulty, but the problem lies in who is singing it and why!

But contrary to popular opinion Andrew Lloyd Webber is not the story writer nor the absolute authority on decisions. I believe he has the power to veto decisions, but he doesn't have the power to push things through without the full agreement of the rest of the Creative Team.

So... I have no idea what will ACTUALLY get put onstage in Bochum next year. I expect the Really Useful Group Contract Lawyers are working hard to iron this all out, because it does all boil down to money - who is gonna get paid for their work! Pay Artists fairly! But also boils down to producers wanting to run the show as cheaply as possible to maximise profits, because capitalism.

One thing I am sure of is that we're overdue some significant rewrites to the German show. Keep an eye on casting and the New Kids joining the show in the new year...

[rainbowdaisy13]

TTPD The Anthology Summary Part 1 *IMO*

This is viewed through a queer lens because I believe she is fucking done playing nice so now she’s throwing it in our faces—FUCKING SEE ME

1) Fortnight—

I was supposed to be sent away but they forgot to come and get me/I was a functioning alcoholic till nobody noticed my new aesthetic

*MIGHTY GOD we start right out the gate sad as hell—no one noticed her queer flagging both quiet and loud and that pushed her from being a functioning alcoholic to a not functioning one. She then says to the fans who refused to acknowledge her truth “I hope that you’re ok but you’re the reason” FOR ME BEING INSANE

*Mentioning wanting to kill people that’s a first and I love it

*I love you it’s ruining my life OUCH 🤕 yes that sounds like something straight people deal with 😑

2) TTPD-

*I’m sorry I can’t remember what mutual said this, but I love love this as coming from Karlie’s perspective. It absolutely fits. She ground Taylor in a way no one else can

*First mention of suicide—both can’t live without the other

*Were crazy—owning the demons together

*The wedding ring line—GOD

3) MBOBHFT—

*I see this one as Taylor viewing herself as a commodity, also as someone who is broken and needs to be fixed so that she remains lovable. It also gives me Cardigan vibes without the redemption arc

4) Down Bad—

*Love this Alien Abduction theme. Melody is even spacey sounding. The entire song uses alien motifs and I adore it. Fave line “they’ll say I’m nuts if I talk about the existence of you” Brilliant 👽 Also the concept of an Out of this World Love

5) So Long London—

*Cool opening—beautiful when they layer her own voice

How much sad did you think I had in me? 😫

*I see this song as a My Tears Ricochet 2. Taylor giving all her youth to someone for free. You say I abandon the ship but I was going down with it—I truly believe she tried and begged them to let her come out for years and she was always shot down—2 graves 1 gun, more murder imagery

*So Long London, so long Big Machine

6) BDILH—

Absolutely beautiful and heartbreaking song

These people only raise you to cage you 😫

*Sarahs and Hannahs/braided hair/church/Elders making decisions—giving cult/LDS vibes

Stay away from her -Elders are yelling this—to who? Taylor? So Taylor needs to stay away from HER interesting

*Shed rather burn it all down than listen to them complain about her sexuality and how it impacts them

My good name, it’s mine alone to disgrace —absolutely shots fired at Scott Swift

*Soliloquies line is incredible—“I’ll never see” is such a burn 😆

*This isn’t a phase, this is who she is!!

*YOU AINT GOTTA PRAY FOR ME!! GET THEM ALL BITCH—SHOW THEIR ASSES

*This is my choice!!

GET 👏🏼 THEM 👏🏼 ALL

NO YOU CANT COME TO THE WEDDING PERIOD

7) FOTS—

*Pretty Baby, much like Babydoll is reserved for women and gay men and theys and thems. We don’t call straight men this 😒

*Fresh out the slammer—realllly trying to get these idiots to understand that she’s felt jailed /caged/trapped

My friends…Watch me daily disappearing 😫 fuck

Wearing Imaginary rings 😫😫😫 Says hello to paper rings says hello to imaginary lockets

*It’s gonna be alright she did her time!! 🥹

8) FLORIDA!!!—

I adore this song—my second fave on the album and absolute fucking banger. So glad Florence agreed to this they makes an amazing duo vocally—main vibes—Florida is the place Taylor wants to go to fucking escape the mess she lives in day to day. Anything goes, everyone is there hiding from something—the law, family, winter—nothing is too weird or unaccepted—and a certain someone has a house there 😎

My friends all smell like weed or little babies 😆

Florence’s verse is chefs kiss—Earl had to die vibes, watching bodies sink into the swamp, just full on misandry I LOVE IT—is that a bad thing to say in a song?? 😆 GET THEM ALL

Also I bet this song made Swifties uncomfortable 😆

FUCK ME UP FLORIDA 🤘🏼🤘🏿🤘🏾

9) Guilty as sin?

The Gay Longing/Gay Sex Song

*Another* suicide reference—but she’s just joking right swifities?

👀

No no that’s fine she just described an orgasm and if she’s not touching the person, let’s assume the pic below ⬇️ is like HEY THIS IS THE SEX IM SPEAKING ABOUT—it’s very much giving The Man pose for getting dome👀

And then the Jesus reference is just chefs kiss—gay sex is seen as sin and unholy by idiots and she said ok then bitch, what if I tell you the sex is so good we ARE what’s holy??

👀

She literally said messy top lip kiss and got away with it like 😆😆😆😆😆😆😆

10) WAOLOM—

I just……this may be my favorite song of hers ever. It’s absolutely incredible in its intensity, rawness, and truth as well as being a banger

Every lyric screams her pain

My bare hands paved their path/you don’t get to tell me about sad/ If you wanted me dead you should’ve just said

I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street —Witch Imagery again!!

WHOSE AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME

👹YOU SHOULD BE 👹

Shots fired again at Scott Swift!! Let’s hear one more joke—they mocked her pain because they truly thought they could convince her she wasn’t gay 🫥

GODDDD 😫

Put narcotics into all of my songs—“a drug or other substance that affects mood or behavior and is consumed for nonmedical purposes, especially one sold illegally—a drug that relieves pain and induces drowsiness, stupor, or insensibility”

SHE SAID I HAVE TO USE MALE PRONOUNS AND FAKE REFERENCES TO MEN IN MY LYRICS SO YOU IDIOTS STAY STUPID AND HAPPY

and that’s why you’re still singing along 😎

Just WOW

Brilliant and Heartbreaking and RAW

🤍🤍🤍 We love you Girl 🤍🤍🤍

[forlornmelody]

Today's List of Nice Things:

1) Forgot to mention that I got a lot of compliments on my cosplay. Not just the styling, but the way I played the character. Felt really good. And I had a blast.

2) I SAW A MAGRITTE PAINTING IN THE FLESH. It was the Man with the Newspaper. Also saw a Dalí! I always forget that Surrealism is modern art. Usually when I think of modern art, I think abstract. Which is not my thing. But I'm glad it brings other people joy.

3) Ate at a pub that might have once hosted Elizabethan theater. And Charles Dickens definitely wrote about it at one point

4) Thanks to my earbuds dying and my charging cord being left in my hotel room, I had a lovely chat with a young gentleman who was bringing home an Aloe colony to his wife as a gift.

5) Roamed around the flower market in Chisick.

6) Oh! And I visited the ruins/garden at St. Dunstan's church. I guess it served as inspo for the church set in Good Omens? It was pretty cool on its own.

7) This time tomorrow, I will be snuggling with my cat.

8) I got a window seat on my 10 hour flight home and I didn't have to pay extra for it this time. Definitely gonna use some of that time to finish watching The Way.

[lifeofpriya]

hiiii :D for requests, could i do guiding them through a crowd or away from the edge of the sidewalk (e.g. by holding their hand or wrapping an arm around their waist) from fluff prompts 🤍

hi!!!! omg, you got it it 🫡🫶🏼

Courtyard Kisses

wc: 2.69k

You and Jack Draper, the tennis player with a charming smile that could melt the stiffness out of Wimbledon's finest, are walking along the sidewalks of London. The cobblestones are cool underfoot, a stark contrast to the warmth of the sun beating down on the bustling city. His hand brushes yours, a gentle reminder of the connection that's grown between you since you two met at that random café in Paris, where the scent of freshly baked scones mingled with the aroma of strong, dark coffee.

Jack's eyes scan the horizon, the same greenish hazel that mirrors the untamed wilderness of your heart. His arm snakes around your waist, firm but gentle, a promise of protection that sends a shiver down your spine. You lean into him, the warmth of his touch a comforting embrace against the chilly London breeze. The sidewalks here are narrow, a dance of humanity weaving in and out of the shadows cast by the looming buildings. You've been to the city before, but it's different with Jack, as if the cobblestones themselves are whispering secrets about the lives that have trodden upon them.

As he guides you away from the edge, you notice the way his fingers trace the small of your back, a silent reassurance that he's there. You've never felt so seen, so understood by another person. The world seems to blur around you, the noise of the city fading into a symphony of whispers as you walk. You're aware of the occasional glances thrown your way—people recognizing Jack, their eyes widening in surprise or curiosity—but his attention remains steadfastly on you, as if the universe has conspired to build this bubble of intimacy around the two of you.

You laugh at something he says, his humor as unexpected as the warmth of his touch. His voice, a rich tenor with the faint lilt of a British accent, is like a soothing melody that resonates within you. You realize you're lost in his words, in the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he's amused. It's the kind of laugh that makes you feel like you've known each other for lifetimes, not just a handful of months.

As you walk, the cacophony of the city fades into a distant hum, the vibrant colors of the buildings blending into a canvas of urban artistry. The scent of flowers wafting from a nearby market mingles with the aroma of street food, a delightful symphony for the senses. You're aware of Jack's muscular form beside you, the way his body moves with an athlete's grace, the quiet confidence that seems to follow him wherever he goes. You feel a sense of belonging, a feeling you've been chasing for so long, and it's like the world has finally tilted on its axis, placing you exactly where you're meant to be.

Jack steers you through the maze of London streets, his grip on your waist never wavering. You catch the eye of a young child, their cheeks stained with ice cream, who points and giggles at the sight of the famous tennis player. The mother, a warm smile on her face, nods at Jack, who responds with a wink and a wave. His charm is effortless, and it's easy to see why so many are drawn to him. But here, in this moment, it's only the two of you, lost in the dance of a thousand unspoken words.

You turn to look up at him, the sun casting a halo around his chestnut hair. His eyes, an intoxicating shade of greenish hazel, meet yours, and for a brief moment, the world stops spinning. His smile widens, and you can see the smile lines deepen. You've always found that endearing, a small imperfection in an otherwise flawless exterior. It's those little things that make him real to you, that make him Jack, not just a celebrity tennis player.

As you continue walking, you notice the way his arm tightens slightly around your waist, as if he's afraid to let go. You lean closer, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, and the beat of his heart steady and strong. The rhythm matches the pulse of the city, and you find yourself lost in the music of your combined hearts.

The streets of London seem to be painted with a million different emotions, each one vivid and raw. The couple arguing in a language you don't understand, the busker playing a haunting melody on a violin, the laughter echoing from a pub doorway, the sizzle of a street cart vendor's grill, and the occasional car horn that pierces through the air like a sharp exclamation in the middle of a quiet sentence. Yet, Jack's presence beside you is the most vivid color of all, the one that stands out the most in this tapestry of life.

You feel the cobblestones beneath your feet, the unevenness of the path a gentle reminder of the journey you've taken to get here. The unpredictable pattern of the stones mirrors the twists and turns of your life, leading you to this moment, to him. His arm around your waist is a promise of stability, a silent declaration that he's there to navigate the rough terrains with you.

As you stroll further, the scent of rain-kissed flowers fills the air, a sweet serenade that dances around the two of you. You glance up to find Jack's eyes on you, a soft smile playing on his lips. He leans down, his breath warm against your cheek, and whispers, "You know, I've never felt more at home than when I'm with you." The words resonate deep within you, a melody that finds its rhythm in the beat of your heart.

You blush, your cheeks matching the roses in the nearby flower shop window. "Jack," you start, but he places a finger to your lips, silencing you. He pulls you closer, and you can feel his heart racing, syncing with the pounding in your chest. The world fades away again as he leans down, pressing his lips gently to yours. The kiss is soft, tender, a promise whispered against your skin.

You melt into him, the cobblestones forgotten beneath your feet. The city's symphony of sounds and smells recedes, leaving only the two of you. The taste of mint from the gum he's chewing mixes with the sweetness of your shared breath. His arms tighten around you, and you feel the strength of his embrace, the warmth of his body shielding you from the cool London breeze.

The kiss lingers, and for a moment, the chaos of the world around you ceases to exist. His hand moves up to cup your cheek, the roughness of his palm a stark contrast to the softness of your skin. Your eyes flutter open, and you see the reflection of the city in his gaze—the buildings, the people, the life—all wrapped in a gentle embrace.

"Jack," you murmur again, feeling the weight of his love in that simple touch.

He smiles, a boyish grin that makes his eyes sparkle like diamonds in the London sun. "Come on," he says, tugging you gently away from the spellbinding kiss. "There's something I want to show you."

You follow him down an alleyway, the cobblestones now a mosaic of shadows and light, the buildings leaning in as if to keep your secret. The air is thick with the scent of rain-dampened earth and the distant whisper of the Thames. The alley opens up into a small, secluded courtyard, a hidden gem in the sprawling city. It's filled with lush greenery, a stark contrast to the urban jungle you just left behind.

Jack leads you to a bench nestled under a blooming magnolia tree, its petals a soft pink against the cerulean sky. He sits down, pulling you with him so you're nestled into the crook of his arm. You feel the rough fabric of his sweatshirt against your cheek as you gaze up at the canopy above. The leaves rustle gently, creating a symphony of whispers that echo your own tumultuous thoughts.

"Do you know why I brought you here?" he asks, his voice a gentle rumble that resonates within you.

You shake your head, eyes still lost in the beauty of the magnolia tree. "No," you reply softly, curiosity piqued.

Jack's smile broadens, revealing dimples you hadn't noticed before. "It's a place I come to when I need to think," he says, his eyes never leaving yours. "Or when I just want to get away from it all."

You nod, understanding the need for solace in the chaos of fame. The courtyard is indeed a tranquil oasis, the perfect escape from the prying eyes and never-ending chatter of the outside world. The magnolia tree above you seems to bow slightly, as if sharing its secrets with the two of you.

Jack clears his throat, his thumb tracing circles on your arm. "I just wanted you to see this place, because it's where I come to feel…normal." The vulnerability in his voice is like a rare pearl, something you cherish and hold close. "Sometimes, it's easy to forget who you are when everyone knows your name."

You nod, understanding the weight of his words. You've seen the way he handles the limelight, the way his smile can brighten a room, and how the cameras seem to follow him everywhere. But here, in this secret garden, he's just Jack, a man with a love for tennis and a heart that beats for you.

"I get it," you reply, your voice a soft echo in the serene courtyard. "Sometimes you need a place where you can just…breathe."

Jack nods, his eyes searching yours. "Exactly," he says, his thumb continuing its soothing rhythm. "And here, with you, it's like I can finally exhale."

You smile, feeling the truth of his words resonate deep within. You've always been the one to listen, to understand without judgment. The one who sees beyond the flashy lights of his tennis career to the person he truly is.

"Jack, it's okay," you say, your voice a soothing balm. "You don't have to be anything but yourself with me."

He looks down, his eyes searching yours. "You really mean that, don't you?"

You nod, your heart swelling with affection. "Of course, Jack."

He takes a deep breath, his eyes still searching yours. "You know, you're the only one who's ever made me feel like I don't have to hide who I am. Like I can just…be."

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Jack, you're amazing, just as you are. You don't need to be anyone else for me."

He looks down at you, his eyes swimming with a mix of relief and affection. "Thank you," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "That means more to me than you could ever know."

You smile up at him, feeling a warmth spread through you like the sun's rays breaking through clouds on a gloomy day. The courtyard seems to hold its breath, as if it too knows the gravity of this moment.

"Jack," you begin, your voice soft, "You don't know how much that means to me. To be someone you can be yourself around… it's a gift."

Jack's eyes searched yours, a silent conversation passing between you, unspoken but understood. He leaned in, his hand cradling the back of your neck, and kissed you again, this time with a passion that seemed to burn away the chilly London air. Your heart raced, beating in time with the rhythm of his own.

"You know, I've never felt this way before," he murmured against your lips. His voice was a gentle rumble, a thunderstorm in a quiet library.

You nodded, lost in the sensation of his breath on your skin. The courtyard was a canvas painted with the soft whispers of the magnolia tree and the distant hum of the city, but all you could hear was the symphony of his heartbeat and your own racing pulse.

"Jack," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the rustling leaves. "I've never felt this way either."

His smile grew, the warmth of it seeping into your bones. "Really?"

You nodded, feeling your cheeks warm. "Really."

Jack's smile grew, the warmth of it seeping into every pore of your skin. He leaned back, his hand still on your neck, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. "You know, I've never felt this way before either."

You searched his eyes, the greenish hazel pools that held a universe of emotion. "What way?"

Jack took a deep breath, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. "Like I can be seen, truly seen, and still be loved," he whispered, his voice a tender caress.

You felt a lump form in your throat, the gravity of his words resonating through every fiber of your being. "Jack," you breathed, "You are so much more than what the world sees. You're…you're everything to me."

He looked into your eyes, searching for the truth behind your words. Finding it, his own eyes lit up with a fierce warmth. "And you," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "you're the one who's seen the real me. The one who's made me feel like maybe I can be more than just 'Jack Draper, the tennis player'."

You felt your own heart swell, the weight of his confession a warm embrace. "Jack," you whispered, "you're so much more than that."

He nodded, his thumb still tracing your jaw. "I know," he said, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. "But it's easy to forget sometimes. To get caught up in the matches, the wins and losses, the expectations."

You reached up to cup his cheek, the roughness of his scruff a stark contrast to your smooth skin. "You're more than your tennis," you whispered, your voice a gentle reminder of the person beneath the titles.

Jack's smile grew, and he leaned into your touch. "You know, it's like playing a match," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. "Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. But when it's all said and done, it's the moments off the court that truly matter."

You nodded, understanding his analogy. Life wasn't just about the grand slams and the trophies. It was about the quiet moments, the stolen kisses in hidden courtyards, and the feeling of belonging.

"Jack," you said, your voice a gentle breeze, "I'm here for you, no matter what happens on the court."

He nodded, his eyes glistening with a hint of unshed tears. "I know," he murmured, his thumb continuing to trace comforting patterns on your arm. "That's why I needed to bring you here. To show you that there's more to me than the game."

You looked around the courtyard, the peacefulness of the place wrapping around you like a warm blanket. The magnolia tree swayed gently, its pink blossoms raining down like confetti celebrating the connection you two shared. You felt your heart swell with a love so profound it was as if the very air around you had thickened with it.

Jack's hand found yours, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your palm. "You know," he said, his eyes still on the tree, "my favorite thing about this place is the quiet. It's like the world stops here."

You nodded, feeling the truth in his words. The courtyard was a silent sanctuary in the middle of London's hustle and bustle. You watched as a butterfly, with wings the color of Jack's eyes, fluttered by, landing briefly on a nearby blossom before taking off again.

"It's like our own little world," you whispered, feeling the weight of the moment press down on your chest.

Jack nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "Exactly."

The silence between you grew comfortable, filled only with the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chime of a church bell. It was as if the city itself had paused to give you two a moment of peace. His hand in yours felt right, like the final piece of a puzzle you hadn't known you'd been searching for.

[dianas-records]

We took out all her teeth

Word count: 515

Tags: SFW but uh. warning for slight violence and choking someone until they pass out?

Notes: we interrupt the kiss prompts for the server's weekly prompt challenge of putting your songs on shuffle and writing a fic based on that.

The moon that peeks through the clouds of the London sky resembles the curved edge of a dagger on this cold, foreboding night. Diana fiddles with the rosary that hangs around her neck — silver, a gift from her mother just a couple of months before her untimely death. She'd used it to pray for her soul. A rosary is only meant to be carried in devotion and with respect. It's meant to aid you in your prayer and allow you to meditate on the Mysteries.

Diana has not prayed in two years.

The humming of the short butler drifts closer and she hides the trinket under her shirt, pressing herself up against the tree by the path in the garden. The light of the party does not reach this place. She waits as the steps draw near on the gravel path, and just as he turns the corner Diana quickly wraps her arm around his throat, and shoves a cloth into his mouth before she squeezes as hard as she can.

The man's gags resound by her ears and blunt nails try to dig into her skin. Diana wraps her legs around him as the man flails, and keeps squeezing until the fight goes out of him. She's sweating by the time he grows limp in her arms and almost falls to the ground along with him, but manages to prop herself against the tree in the last minute. The sleeve of her shirt rips against the bark and there's a sting on her skin — a small price to pay to keep the man's clothes clean.

She allows herself a moment to look up at the sky and gather her breathing, before she's scrambling to check if the man is still alive. Diana sighs in relief when she feels his pulse, and winces at the unconscious man. Tough luck.

It's a struggle, dragging him further into the garden and tying him up to a tree in a secluded place. His clothes are slightly big on her, but she does her best to pin everything in place neatly. It's another struggle trying to wipe the signs of the scuffle on the initially pristine gravel path and garden. An assortment of beautiful hydrangeas almost glow under the moonlight as she looks towards the party, the ball, the dance. Whatever fancy name these aristocrats prefer.

She doesn't know what she's doing. She just hopes she tied the rope tight enough and that the gag on the man doesn't suffocate him. She also hopes he didn't catch a proper glimpse of her face. Diana is sure the sculptor hosting this gathering could say the forms covered in white cloth that usually come and go from his estate at dusk are merely some of his discarded work, but something in her gut knows better. The beautiful melody of a piano dances in the night, calming her thoughts for a second and she takes a deep breath before moving forward. One way or another, she's going to find out. She just hopes that this time it doesn't lead to a dead end.

[findingtarshish]

Pwease may I have some more? 🥺 This time for Melody... and also her relationship with Mouse? How'd they meet (without destroying each other first)? I wanna know all the deets ;) TY TY

:D

SO. Surprisingly they were never really at risk of destroying each other. They met when Mel bummed a cigarette off him, flirted a lot, and ended up fucking on the hood of him van. She is a snack. and Mouse proceeds to have the weirdest trip of his life on Mage blood full of alcohol, ecstasy, and tabacco. Romance goes from there. But first, let's rewind!

Melody was originally created as a touchstone for my Tremere Harmony. The two are half-sisters and very close, though neither told the other about becoming supernaturals. As you can imagine, this caused a bit of a rift between them, and it took a little bit for them to figure things out. Melody Awakened during a protest turned riot, at her college in London when she and her college friends were being beaten to a pulp by a riot cop. This caused an epiphany in her, allowing her to see political distance as physical distance, and vice versa; she didn't realize until later that the reason that cop didn't manage to hurt her was because she was warping around him punching from every angle all at once.

For a while thereafter, melody tried to go it alone and figure out magick without tutelage, having discovered that drugs, sex, and other strong sensations heightened her power. After an overdose, coupled with Paradox-induced internal bleeding landed her in the hospital, she met Lakshmi Dhama, a mage of the Cultus Ecstasis who brought her into the fold and taught her the ways of her Paradigm. Through the bond of the Diksham, the two quickly became lovers in addition to teacher and student, and the Cult of Ecstasy tends to encourage. While in the midst of this torrid romance, Melody also joined the Dissonance Society.

Then came Spring Break 2023. Melody returned home to America along with a posse of other young Ecstatics, who had organized a wild opportunity- they'd made contact with a conclave of like minded werewolves and vampires, who were gathering in the forests near Port Clinton in a bacchanal of magic, revelry, and ecoterroristic planning. A real dance-around-the-fire-in-the-woods-while-naked sort of thing. A Devil's Sacrament, if you will. Melody was incredibly excited- her thesis was on Dracula, for god's sake! To get to meet a real vampire? Awesome!

(Melody didn't know these specifics, but the conclave was a yearly event organized by a Bahari sect called the Childer of Ceridwen, and their Hart Warden and Shadow Lord allies. The sect is based in Cardiff, in the Caern of the Eternal Garden, but has scattered adherents across Europe and the US. These Bahari believe that Lilith is an agent of the Wyld, and that she will return to slay Jehovah (the Weaver) and Caine (the Wyrm) and claim her rightful place as queen of the heavens. Their werewolf allies think this ideology is useful and encourage it so they can continue to use the sect's power to further their agenda)

So! Imagine her surprise when she arrives to the Conclave and sees her sister, naked (As was the dress code for the Bahari attendants), tattooed with a Bahari sigil, and latched onto someone's neck, drinking their blood.

An argument ensued.

After a deluge of events too long to narrate, Melody got involved with Harmony's grandsire, Ceridwen Coslett, Childe of Carna, co-founder of her sire's House, Prince of Cardiff, international financier, sustainability advocate, and werewolf ally. Melody is currently her ghoul (though she is shared between her and Ceridwen's close ally, Elizabeth Hargrove, who effectively rules Albany and is similarly a environmentalist leader) and acts as a chauffeur, using Correspondence to teleport her mistress wherever she needs to go without the SI having a clue.

Lakshmi, however, does not approve. She'd lost people to vampires before, and saw Melody consorting with them as a death sentence. Rather than protect her, Lakshmi cut ties, claiming she didn't want to care about her when she was inevitably murdered by the monster wearing her sister's face. Melody was devastated at being forced to choose between her family and her lover, especially since Lakshmi was the first person she truly loved. To make matters worse, Lakshmi began to spread rumors about her through the cult's networks, effectively ostracizing her overnight.

Melody was now truly alone. After becoming Ceridwen's ghoul, she threw herself into her arcane studies, desperate to prove to Lakshmi that she could be both a great Mage and stay true to her family.

Which brings us to the present day. Melody is the living embodiment of "live fast, die young" and lives out her days is hedonistic desperation, trying to capture that spark of sensation that will lead to Ananda and beyond that, a glimpse of the Lakashim. Mouse and the greater polycule are still trying to pull her out of that freefall, because that complete reckless disregard for her own life is going to get her killed sooner or later.

[platadesangre]

we NEED to talk about jcs 1975 madrid cast!

i have come to make camilo sesto justice

(i finally finished this post yay!)

i may be a bit biased, since this was my first jcs.

short story on how i discovered it

my dad used to be an apostle for a bootleg staged playback jcs in peru during the 70s! they used this version.

he had the cd. he also had the mp3 files. i used his computer, so that was how 13 year old me found it.

those were tough times, bc later i started doing catechesis and i kind of got depressed and started questioning my faith lol. judas' character really resonated with me

since this is a recording, i didn't have any footage to reference, so i made up everything in my mind. (this is why it was a bit weird for me to see the english productions, bc they looked nothing like in my head lol)

now, a bit of historical context for spain in the 70's

camilo sesto was a popular spanish singer and actor who went to see the jcs 1971 broadway production in london. he loved it so much that he did everything he could do financially to bring the show to spain.

spain was in a fascist dictatorship at the time

they fought with censorship for years, that's why the lyrics are a bit different (i'll make a post about that too)

they had to remodel the alcalá-palace theater stage entirely

franco (our dictator) died two days after the premiere (about time lol)

the "ultras" (conservatists) didn't like the show so they did lots of crazy stuff (for example, praying for the cast outside the theater or sending BOMB THREATHS?)

anyways, this was the first official translation for jcs!

on the main cast we have

camilo sesto as jesus christ (he wanted the role from the beggining)

teddy bautista as judas iscariot

ángela carrasco as mary magdalene

here's an old pic of them (and some apostles)

(now that i look at it closely, it kind of looks like a bootleg jcs 1973 lol)

on the recording

it's a stereo recording, so use both headphones or you'll miss out on half of it

musically speaking, it's similar to the og concept album (songs ending on fade-outs and shorter trial before pilate) but it has some interesting choices (teddy, the producer and the voice of judas, took a lot of... artistic liberties)

some things this version has

it adds lots of synth. it's very psychodelic. i understand this can be a turn off for some people

they kinda change the key to many songs. maybe to fit vocal ranges idk

teddy just loves to make up new melodies (please give this man some water)

EPIC GUITAR SOLO in what's the buzz

what's the buzz and strange thing mystifying are separated tracks for some reason

camilo sings so good

cute synth in everything's alright ángela has such an angelic voice she makes such a good mary

the drums and guitars during this jesus must die are so danceable

the BEST simon zealotes i've heard. shit goes HARD. he goes CRAY

i really love this pilate, in my rating he would be the best one

camilo's "¡SALVAOS VOSOTROS!" during the temple is really pathetic lol

damned for all time interlude replaced by synths. the SAX SOLO is also replaced by synth (questionable choice)

cool thing happens during the end of this song that i'll talk about in another post

judas' occasional nervous laughter really adds to his character

also he cries a lot

"you sad pathetic man" part during last supper is... fairly different! (i'm looking at you teddy...)

camilo's gethsemane is epic. he's a baladist singer but MAN he can ROCK

cool harmonica during the arrest

i'll never shut up about our pilate (he nervous laughs too)

herod is so fruity

judas' death really hits different when you were depressed and questioning faith (this version is BRUTAL) also lyrics change (i'll talk about it i swear)

teddy's one of the few judas who sing the i don't know how to love him reprise in the higher scale!! it sounds so painful and anguished

the album continues acceptably

other cool things it has

jesus and judas have this interesting accent difference. since camilo is from valencia, he has this pristine and traditional spanish accent. and teddy is from canarias (also lived in the usa) so his accent is rougher and more, crusty? idk how to explain it but it's neat and stablishes their dynamic a bit. (ángela is from dominican republic! but her accent is barely noticeable)

on the footage aspect, we only have old vhs videos and live audios uploaded on youtube. also some old photos

there is a book about this version. it has some anecdotes (only available in spanish)

now we have a 4 episode mini-series about the odyssey that it was to produce this. it's called "camilo superstar" (i won't be watching it bc it's a bit fan-ficy from what i've seen)

the posts i'll make about this production will be tagged as #jcs 1975 madrid

you can listen to it on spotify!

or on youtube (playlist made by me)