#my return to jam bands is approaching

[rachelminetti]

harkive 6.20.23

yesterday and today have been the same day, alone and not in the mountains. still reeling from bonnaroo, i still feel it it my legs. i need to wash my hair and unpack my car. i didn't realize i could stay up that late, fully sober and fully alone, guided only by a tentative schedule and unrestrained impulse. i just wandered around for 3 days, dirty and hydrated and thinking only about what was immediately happening and sitting in the grass and applying sunscreen often enough. there were no barriers between me and the environment i was interacting with, just me and the place.

i was mainly blown away by just how much incredible music i heard over the three days, like truly just top notch quality musicians. i get so used to small diy shows, lo-fi recordings (which has extreme merit! and is brilliant and genuine) that i am taken aback when i see musicians perform their craft, expertly. rina sawayama, cory wong, STS9, my morning jacket, etc. listened to a great podcast interview with alana rocklin, the bassist for STS9 on the drive home on monday, like truly such a talented musician. that show fully changed me, i was hypnotized and extremely awake. looking forward to getting into their discography and live performances, to hopefully see them again at 4 in the morning.

i wasn't sure what to listen to right away, if it would be overkill to relive that music immediately. but it's what i ended up wanting, so i leaned into that. drove to work yesterday listening to photo id by remi wolf twice. she is going to change pop music. i listened to some of her other songs, which i enjoyed so thoroughly live.

once i got to work i picked a random playlist i had saved on spotify and landed on stereolab-ish by andrew corbett. whoever you are, you did great.

enjoyed the phenomenal handclap band, queued up some dip in the pool. found a cool website (https://www.fondsound.com), read the retinae review, the o boy by salon music review, then listened to it on youtube.

put my june 2018 playlist on shuffle during lunch, i'm ready to listen to it again. it exists in an entirely different context now, outside of tampa, outside of 21. so much of it is so tied to that time, i was back at the stoplight at westshore after getting off the howard franklin during an afternoon storm again listening to earth by giraffage. in the backseat on the way to san luis obispo while listening to the right thing by james supercave.

i was working through some open tabs back at work, reading about STS9, hexstatic, ambient pop music, music from memory, the siket disc by phish. accidentally landed on that phish album while searching for quadraphonics on spotify (which i read about in a youtube comment on the salon music album). ambient phish forever.

proceeded back to rotation 24 on spotify, i've set myself up with quite the mix.

added dyslectic by amber #2 from the these are testing times compilation by 555 recordings to my suuuuuuuper lowkey playlist, only song they have on spotify, let's see if i can find anything about them online. found this album on discogs and youtube and not much else.

been listening to thalia zedek and her band. debbie friedman core, very dykey and safe. like driving through the vermont countryside on an overcast evening in september. that 2002 camp counselor turtleneck kitchen island type feeling i only know how to describe in those terms. reunion, redemption, an event planned via a months long email chain. her cover of you're a big girl now is very much worth a listen. like waiting in the parking lot after whitewater rafting, a long bus ride back.

i flipped through june 2018 and rotation 24 for the rest of the evening and then ended the night with dryfruit by sugar plant, a delicious summer evening record to seal off the day.

i'll be going through this rotation playlist for the next few days, diving deeper into minimum chips, color filter, god street wine, and sts9. enjoying this post bonnaroo connection to music again.

[peeweekey]

Sebastian likes frogs. Emphasis on the word likes.

He appreciates them, they do good for the environment. They eat up all the nasty flies that buzz around the mountain lake, too. He doesn’t have to worry about mosquitos snaking on his blood while he smokes. It’s just a plus that he finds them cool and interesting.

Which most people find weird. Sebastian thinks it’s weird that they find it weird. Frogs aren’t going out of their way to bother people.

Yes, he likes them. They’re his favorite animal, certainly.

But favorite is not enough for him to want to smooch a frog.

“Sam, I’m not gonna fucking kiss a frog.”

“C’mon! It’ll be like the movie!” Sam teases, insistently shoving Sebastian to the frog innocently sitting on a park bench. “Who knows, maybe it’ll be your very own froggy princess—”

“Didn’t the girl turn into a frog when she kissed it,” he shoots back, elbowing Sam backwards in the gut. The blond lets out an overdramatic hiss of pain, bent over and clutching his stomach. “Abby, back me up here.”

“I never watched that stuff,” Abigail shrugs, watching with amusement. She makes no move to help at all, comfortably resting against the wide wooden posts of a fence. “Watched a lotta cartoons though. Phineas and Ferb is my jam.”

“Not about the movie,” Sebastian grits exasperatedly. His brows knitting together in frustration “The frog.”

“Mhm, go on,” a cheshire-like grin on her face. “Kiss it, Seb. A big smooch right on its slimy mouth.”

Sam eggs him on, the pain of being elbowed magically disappearing. “Do it! Do it!”

Sebastian presses his lips tightly together. There’s no use resisting once Abby and Sam band together. They’re a force to be reckoned with like this—demanding and overbearing. Sebastian exasperatedly wipes a hand over his face, shooting the poor frog a sorry look.

Sam pushes him one more time, he gives him a stony glare in return. “Fuck—alright! Stop being so damn loud, you’ll scare it away.”

The frog in question croaks slightly, like it senses the trio talking about it. He gives it a wary glance.

As he slowly approaches, Sebastian can hear Abby and Sam’s satisfied sniggering behind him. They roped him into doing another stupidly outrageous thing for the umpteenth time.

He sighs, he really needs better friends.

Mustering up all his courage, he bends down, almost eye level with the frog, resting a hand on the wooden grain bench on where it’s perched upon.

He screws his eyes shut and goes for it.

Sebastian’s lips connect with the frog’s slimy, almost rough skin. So fast and featherlight that it can barely be considered a kiss. Cold against his lips. He pulls back immediately after, wiping any residue off his lips with the back of his hand.

The frog jumps, croaking with,what he assumes is, alarm.

“See?” Abby laughs, ruffling his hair good-naturedly. “No princess in sight. You didn’t turn into a frog either!”

“Man,” Sam snickers, patting him roughly on the back. Sebastian groans with every smack. “It would’ve been cool though, if you turned into a frog. We’d have a frog drummer in our band!”

Sebastian shoves his unruly friends off. “Yeah, whatever. Let’s get going. The frog is probably traumatized.”

“You can check that off your bucket list,” Abby teases, a smirk playing on her lips. “Kiss a frog before I die. We’ll tell the story for generations.”

Sam howls with laughter, Sebastian feels absolutely mortified.

Before the trio could make any move out of the park, a cloud of green smoke curtains the frog, so thick and so unusual. Sebastian unconsciously backs away from it.

“What—woah,” Sam says, more mezmerised than shocked at the green smoke pouring out of the frog Sebastian kissed. “What is that?”

“The fuck if we know, Sam!”

“Boys, boys, shut the fuck up. Look.”

Abigail points at the fog. It grows and grows, stopping and dissipating once the whole bench is covered with the green mist.

The frog is gone—disappeared into thin air. Instead, a not-so-frog shaped person sits. You blink up at Sebastian slowly.

Woah, woah.

He feels his heart accelerating—for all the wrong reasons. An unusual thumping sound that vibrates all throughout his body—his fingertips, his stomach, his toes. Where there should be fear and panic and definitely fear, Sebastian feels exhilaration.

You’re pretty.

It’s also pretty horrifying for him to think—and feel.

You blink slowly—a frog-like trait that cement his suspicions. You’re staring up at him as he stares back down at you, curious meets bewildered. “…”

His eyes are wide, scanning each and every part of your now not frog-like features. Sebastian feels cold sweat dripping down his forehead—a stark temperature difference to the heat in his cheeks. “Oh—oh shit.”

“Uhm… ribbit?”

-

Another thing he blames on Sam and Abby—his horrifying attraction you; the person, not the frog.

He checks that off his metaphorical bucket list, too.

[jasmines-library]

As a girl who listens to a lot of metal (all kinds, especially death tbh), I always try to find fics abt the batfams reaction to that, but there’s not a lot to find.

You think you could write that? <3 totally fine if you don’t want/can’t, it’s just such a small thing I think they’d be really interested in!!

Metalhead

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Note: As a metalhead, how could I refuse? Also Jason definitely listens to metal.

Word count: 0.7k

⛧ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛧

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You hadn’t really been paying much attention to what was happening around you. You had your headphones in and were tapping your hands and feet along to the drum of your music. It was turned up quite loud, so you didn’t notice Jason calling your name from across the Batcave as he returned from his patrol.

“Hello? Y/N?” Jason tried again but was still left with no answer as you continued to be absorbed in your music as you watched the screens.

Rolling his eyes, Jason moved closer, the sound of his footsteps resonated throughout the cave. As he approached you, he could hear the muffled sound of your music escaping your headphones. It was loud, with a distinct guitar sound playing overtop.

When Jason tapped you on the shoulder to gain your attention, you flinched slightly and turned around quickly to face him, hand reaching instinctively for the weapon at your hip. Though once you realised it was your only Jason you let your guard down and slipped your headphones off.

“Hey Jay. What’s up?” You asked him.

“I’ve been calling you.”

“Oh. Sorry.” You shrugged. “I was listening to my music. I guess it was louder than I thought it was. What can I do for you?”

“I was just going to ask you if you needed anything from upstairs.”

You pursed your lips in thought for a moment before shaking your head. “No, I’m all good thanks.”

Jason nodded.“What are you listening to anyway?”

You hesitated. It’s not as if you were ashamed of your music, it was just something you had never shared with them before. Between patrol and training, sitting and listening to music together wasn’t one of your priorities.

“...metal?”

“Metal?” Jason squinted. He hadn’t pegged you for being into metal.

“What?” You frowned, confused by his reaction. Worried what he was going to think.

“Nothing.” He hummed. “Just surprised me is all.”

Taking off your headphones from around your neck, you handed them to him. “Wanna listen?”

“Sure.” He placed them over his own ears and you pressed play on your phone. Soon enough he was humming along to the song.

“You know it?” You asked him as he tapped along to the drum solo on the chair.

“Oh yeah. They’re a great band.” Jay replied. “I wish you had told me you liked them sooner. We couldn’t have listened to them together.”

And you did. You and Jason began to listen to metal together quite frequently. Whether it was when you were training or if the two of you had some spare time in the evening. The both of you would sit and listen to it, sharing recommendations, seeing who could scream the loudest along to the vocalist or just jamming out together

It spread pretty quickly through the manor that you enjoyed metal. And although the others were less keen sometimes they would tap along.

Particularly Damian, who liked to imagine he was in some sort of dramatic fight from a movie whenever it played over the aux in the cave.

Dick and Tim were…less keen. They would listen to a few songs, but often would ask to change it to something a little less heavy.

Sometimes, you would catch Tim listening to it once in a while. It was one of his guilty pleasures. He even asked you once for recommendations ‘for a friend’.

Dick was an avid listener of rock music, so although he was not a huge fan of the heavier death metal, he found that sometimes his music strayed onto the cusp of metal but he wouldn’t listen purposefully to it.

Since they found out that you like metal, jamming sessions became a frequent, not just with Jay but with the rest of them too. And even Bruce would join in occasionally. Though, an effort was made to make sure that when Alfred was in the house it wasn’t too loud because none of you wanted to cross that bridge.

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BATFAM TAGLIST:

@hearts4robs @aestheticdaisies @hell-o-kittys @xxrougefangxx @mamapucket @harleycao

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[ashleyfableblack]

Dressed For Success- A Eternal Courtship PRIDE Month Jam

"Mom, what're you doing?"

"Be still." Thorax' shawl floated about his head, wreathed in the green flames of his Queen-mother's magic. Her sabre-like fangs scraped against her chitinous lips in irritation. "You never have been able to get this right."

His violet eyes watched in stupified awe as she levitated a broach to clasp the rainbow material to his cavara as she tugged the fabric about. Back and forth she adjusted, snug here, loose there. "You DO want to look like you know how to dress yourself for your royal consort tonight, don't you?"

Thorax blinked twice. Yes. This was still happening. He knew Twilight had talked with her wife about respecting his new relationship with Spike but had NOT expected this outcome. "He's my boyfriend, Mom. And yes, I do." He shrank slightly as she paused to regard his tone. Even now, in his thirties, one look from her serpentine eyes and the Lovebug prince was a grub again. He gave a sheepish grin of his comparatively tiny fangs. "Sorry." Chrysalis returned to her ministrations with a huff, grumbling to herself in silence. Sometimes Thorax was glad he was never able to hear the hive mind. "But I thought you hated Spike?"

"When did I ever say that?" Her lips curled slightly with the utterance as she wove a band of blossoms between the beads around Thorax neck. He had to consider the question. She was right, technically she never had said anything of the sort. Though she had been very quick to interpose herself between them at nearly every opportunity. She placed a crown of flowers between his antlers and began adjusting it for a properly regal touch. "You're a twit. He's an insolent twit. You're perfect for each other."

Both eyebrows rose until they were almost encircling his horn.

"P-perfect…?"

The Queen lowered her gaze from the wreath of flowers. Her forked tongue flickered as she finished dabbing a final bit of her silken webbing to keep it in place to her exacting specifications. Her emerald snake eyes regarded him with an almost eerie quality he was not accustomed to seeing from her- not for anyone but Twilight. He could see something approaching a smile crossing her fangs, annoyed, but still, a smile. "Yes. I said it. Don't let it get to your foolish head."

He chuckled. It wasn't quite the more traditional pony-style family he had wanted but it wasn't only about what he wanted. She was trying. He was trying. Twilight was trying and wasn't that was family was all about? Through all the hardships, they found a way to keep trying. It was a family. His family. He lurched forward to clasp his lime-berry hoofs around his mother's shoulders, grinning ear to ear. To his surprise she barely recoiled. "Thank you, Mom. Happy Pride Month."

The queen rolled her eyes. She draped a forelimb around her wayward offspring with a flicker of her tongue. Tasting the air around him she sighed. Most creatures wore their emotions on their sleeve but Thorax sprayed his about like a garden hose. He really did love her. Shielded behind her nitwit offspring's field of vision, she let her smile grow just a bit brighter. "Yes. Yes. I'm wonderful." She broke the embrace, straightening herself and re-adjusting his crown once more with yet another dab of sticky spittle. "Now, go talk about friendship and make macaroni pictures or whatever it is you do."

The Lovebug prince beamed. His smile was bright enough to guide ships at sea as he practically pranced his way to the reading-room door. He paused in his bouncy gait for the grim visage of the twin guards framing the door. The spiky, elite soldier-caste changeling guards on either side regarded him in silence as Chrysalis voice crisply cut the air.

"My son…"

The tone was one he had not heard in years but was still all too familiar with. Not the marshmallow-soaked-in-honey doting wife of his good friend, Twilight Sparkle, nor the shrewd yet amiable tone of the regal Queen Chrysalis Sparkle of New Canterlot. This was the Hive-voice of THE Queen of The Swarm, the irresistible, unrelenting force which consumed all. The young prince nervously turned to face her. Her crown of antennae had extended, the outward expression of her wordless connection to and indomitable control of the Hive Mind. The blue tips shimmered with the same gnawing cold as the unnatural darkness within the slits of her snake eyes.

"Anything beyond second base and he gets fed to your cousins." She grinned a cold, hungry smile. From behind him he heard the two guards hiss. Suddenly he became very aware of the unsettling feeling that half the objects in the reading room had been watching his every motion and were simply awaiting the command of their Queen-mother to pounce and devour him.

He smirked. "Yes, Mother."

In her own way maybe, she was trying. Just like a real family.

[horseshoehate]

Phishing for Good Wizarding Weed

a\n: Here is part 1 of my Phish, Harry Potter, and Lord of the Rings fan fiction mashup! Please enjoy.

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Voldemort had heard rumors of a powerful wizard with an even more powerful stash of weed. He had been tracking Gandalf's movements for weeks, waiting for the right moment to strike. Finally, he found him at a Phish concert in a remote corner of the wizarding world.

As Voldemort approached, he could see that Gandalf was indeed carrying a large bag of weed. Gandalf was dancing with the spunions near the middle of the pit, Page side.

"The bloody fool dares to share the sacred magical plant with these muggles?" Voldemort scoffed to himself.

He snuck up behind Gandalf and attempted to grab the bag, but Gandalf was quick to react. He spun around and shouted a powerful spell, sending Voldemort flying backward. Gandalf returned to dancing to what was turning into a very solid and funky Cities.

But Voldemort was not one to give up easily. He rose to his feet and drew his wand, ready to unleash a powerful curse. Gandalf was prepared for this, and he drew his own wizarding staff. The two wizards locked eyes, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Voldemort started by attemting to hit Gandalf with the cumming curse, which would have left Gandalf vulnerable to further attacks, but Gandalf easily parried it.

As the wizards fought, a stray spell from Voldemort's wand hit Trey Anastasio, turning him into Evil Trey. Evil Trey immediately started playing dark and twisted versions of Phish songs, causing chaos in the crowd.

The rest of the band was caught off guard by the sudden transformation of their bandmate, but they quickly sprang into action. They began playing an intense and frightening version of "Harry Hood," channeling all their energy and magic into the music. The song, despite its evil tone and message, seemed to invigorate Gandalf and made him more powerful. The two wizards continued battling.

As the song reached its climax, Gandalf and Voldemort continued their fierce battle. Spells were flying everywhere, and the two wizards were evenly matched. But then, Gandalf saw an opening and seized the opportunity. He cast a ball slapping hex, which landed a direct hit. Frozen in shock and pain, Voldemort could scarcely react.

Gandalf then cast a powerful spell that sent Voldemort flying into the air, far away from the concert. At last, the Phish fans were saved from the wicked wizard weed poacher.

With Voldemort defeated, Gandalf and the rest of the band turned their attention to Evil Trey. Despite his evil deeds, Evil Trey was still a talented musician and his music captivated the crowd. Gandalf decided it was best to let the rest of the concert play out.

After the show, Gandalf met Evil Trey backstage in order to thank him. Gandalf asked Evil Trey how he felt, to which Evil Trey responded by pretended that he was not evil. Deciding not to press any further, Gandalf bid his friends goodnight a departed to his van in the parking lot.

Gandalf made a note to follow Phish for the rest of tour in order to keep an eye on Trey. He wanted to see what kind of awesome jams they would get from Evil Trey. They would certainly be dark and scary as they were entrancing, though he didn't want to let it play out enough to do any permanent damage to the band.

By the end of the night, the concert had ended on a somber note, with the audience left to ponder the strange events of the night. While Evil Trey may have been left evil, the power of Phish's music had once again saved the wizarding world and Voldemort had been defeated in the end.

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pt 2: https://www.tumblr.com/horseshoehate/713631500463226880/gandalf-follows-evil-trey-on-phish-tour?source=share

[dancing-to-architecture]

11 of 1001 - (officially 1.09% of the way through!)

Today's album: Talking Heads - More Songs About Buildings and Food (1978)

I love me some Talking Heads, but i don't know this album too well (that i know of).

My mom was pretty big into new wave, but this was not one she had.

Thank You For Sending Me An Angel -

Okay i know I've heard this somewhere, likely in the intro to an indie movie or something, but i know this one. Weird lyrics, but i dig it.

With Our Love-

Fun fact: the rising guitar riff is the exact sound of anxiety. Then again, the whole song is (probably?) about the horrorshow that is navigating teenage relationships, so that's... likely why.

The Good Thing-

I want the amount of confidence he had in The Good Thing. Also, i really like how playful the guitar work is here.

Warning Sign-

Underwater synth drumming. Kinda funky. Sounds like he's singing through a toy microphone.

...oh shit. it's an overdose song. It's a really good overdose song, but damn when i got what was going on, the realization of it hit me like a truck.

Very disorienting at the end.. makes sense, though.

The Girl Wants to Be With The Girls-

I mean, that's a lesbian anthem, right there.

Found a Job-

This is a weird one, but, you know what? if it works for Bob and Judy, good for them. Seems a bit manipulative, but if everybody's on board, then go for it.

Also, the "minute and a half long funky as fuck outro" is something more bands should try.

Artists Only-

Oh hey, "how i approach art", didn't see you there.

Kinda dreamy in a strange way, i really dig it. This song begs for a way too artsy video.

I'm Not in Love-

Feels kinda like post-extremely bad breakup depression moping more than anything, tbh.

Return of the minute and a half long funky as fuck outro, though.

Stay Hungry-

Okay, a song this aggressively horny should NOT come right after I'm Not In Love. Bad album layout, imo.

At this point my wife said she'd "never thought of Talking Heads as a jam band before", and yeah they did some meandering on this album.

Take Me To The River-

Well, i know THIS ONE. my dad had one of those goddamn singing fish. He (and he alone) thought it was the very peak of comedy.

oh Jesus, this song is 5 MINUTES LONG?

And dude, I'm sorry you didn't get laid at 16, but damn, neither did i. Sorry, this song (fittingly) just makes me want to drown myself. Never been a fan, and i still kinda want to smash that fish with a sledgehammer.

The Big Country-

Kinda feels like it's about the town i grew up in. Quaint and simple small-town...

...and I wouldn't live there if you paid me. (and not just because it's still full of radium. Like, superfund site level contamination.)

Twangier guitars than i would have expected, but not out of place, considering the topic.

Overall, not bad, but definitely not my favorite Talking Heads album. Had a few songs i really enjoyed, a few that just felt like panic, a bunch i don't care much about one way or the other and will likely not revisit, and one that might be a bit more of a sore spot than i had previously thought.

Favorite Track: either Artists Only or Warning Sign. Both are really good in very different ways and i can't decide.

Least Favorite Track: Take Me to the River.

[ughdoir]

꣑ৎ carmelo hayes

˚⋅insecurities get you a little bit more than comfort

˚⋅ contains black female reader, lowercase intended, insertion, major fluff, dirty talk, car sex, semi rough, semi public, unprotected sex (no glove no love), slapping, spit, orgasm, not much plot, girl in heat, self doubt.minors don’t interact

“pretty” is the way your boyfriend complimented you which felt like the twentieth time today. soft hands caressing your tanned legs placed in his lap as the faint smell of warm vanilla and cedar settled in the air.

upon a hill you both watched the pastel colors of the sky. the plum purple hue of the clouds covering the orange canvas with shades of light blue still visible as nighttime vastly approached.

a distinctive hum from his black camaro rivaled the slow jams playing from the radio sade’s kiss of life being a personal favorite of yours.

“what’s going on in that head of yours?” carmelo questioned his gaze softening as he noticed your detached stare and less boisterous personality.

you shrugged at the question not able to express your feelings. placing your empty cava bowl down by your foot and tasting your lemonade.

up until now today was perfect. from your coffin shaped full set to threaded eyebrows, and wispy lash install you felt complete.

not to mention his company and the swipe of his credit card at every service princess treatment was in full effect not that you complained.

but inadequate was the better word not because of your appearance but you lacked reassurance. the simple affirmation that you were enough to put your mind at ease.

“do you love me?” the question stung pulling at your own heartstrings as your mouth felt increasingly dry.

carmelo chuckled the weight of the situation going over his head as he thought you couldn’t be serious.

“of course. do you love me?” he responds a smile gracing his lips. eyes tender and gentle although failing to make you relax.

you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes an audible sigh escaping as you expected more. the air shifted uncomfortably around you as tears brimmed your hazel eyes.

it shouldn’t be this hard for a man to be vulnerable. begging for your partner to openly express his love with enthusiasm seemed like a chore.

carmelo turns towards you concern washing over him as the middle console adds for unnecessary separation his hand resting on your cheek as a single tear rolled down.

“come here.” his voice is deep as he adjusts the seat for room sliding it back and reclining for you to climb over the middle console. green sundress scrunched around your waist as you snuggle against him.

you spread your thighs legs resting on top of his as you shift your weight his hands coming to grip your waist securing you in place as if you would run away.

“you never have to question my love for you.” he’s firm lips trailing from your earlobe to your neck. as his finger toys with the band of your white thong.

the simple act leaving you flustered. in return you’re kissing his lips eagerly swirling tongues for dominance a fight you soon lose.

nestled together in the back of his car you’re riding his dick. panties and dress discarded as carmelo’s shirtless body is hot against the leather interior.

hands kneading your ass. swatting each time you swirled your hips. mahogany skin turning a deep crimson red with the way his plump lips sucked on your neck.

a snap back covering his shape up and fresh braids as you whimpered. the back seat of his camero leaving no room for this activity.

you’re a babbling mess being shushed as melo moves his hips slamming his length inside of you, his cock touching the spot that makes you dizzy.

“good girl let me take care of you.” he’s taking the lead and you comply head thrown back as you clench around him. wetness flowing down his legs onto the expensive leather.

at your best by aaliyah plays in the background the lyrics stimulating your surroundings as you questioned why you never had sex to music before.

the arousal peaking as you buried your face in his neck his name being being uttered a million times in the darkness.

“pussy so fucking good.” he breaths. the sounds of your cunt and ass slapping against him makes him crazy. mouth wrapped in yours as he spits you desperately swallowing in heat.

“daddy’s gonna show how much he loves you.” he’s spewing filth hands grabbing a handful of flesh as he cums deep inside of you.

the warmth rolling your eyes back as you orgasm cream sliding down his girth as you giggle lazily sliding next to him with a pout.

you lick the cum from his tip softly jerking him off with the same manicured acrylics he paid for earlier tantalizing him to another hard on.

“I’m in love with you because of your confidence, and your ability to appreciate the little things. you make me feel seen, and I’m sorry if I’ve done anything to make you doubt that.” the sincerity has you kissing his temple relived from what you felt earlier and ready for round two.

[musicarenagh]

Unveiling the Artist Behind ‘Show Me The Gold’ Holly Roseanna The music of Holly Roseanna literally shakes you up with an explosion of power and soul that just cannot be ignored. Her latest jam "Show Me The Gold" mixes appeal with an infusion of Scottish hip hop that will make you love the flavour of Holly's witty, tongue-in-cheek approach. With every piece of the music you experience, you discover a person whose heart and mind are in everything she does, putting lyrics that linger even long after the last song ends. Holly's "Prima Donna" EP was directly form a time that she spent looking inwards and figuring herself out. Through her songs she touches on all the ways relationships, ups and downs, break ups and resilience can get to her. 'Holly's music is driven by bold female fervor and teeming with splashes of fury and silliness, to which she adds an electrifying flair. Within this exclusive interview, Holly lets us look at the creative process by which she operates, the music influences that shape her sound, and the directions in which she intends to move. She returns to her earliest memories of using music as a family tradition and leads us through the way leading to her personality development over all the years through multiple collaborations. And now fasten your seat belts as we remove the covers of what makes Holly Roseanna a real live tick - the songs of her stories and the passion that drives her every step. It's time to be touched by Holly's bright spirit as she not only will sing through her songs, but also reveal her life story. Listen to Show Me The Gold (ft. Empress) below https://open.spotify.com/track/2sl9AZqZ0bjelqiXqk4IUm?si=91e88ff5c18b4abe Follow Holly Roseanna on Facebook Spotify Youtube Instagram Tiktok What is your stage name Holly Roseanna Is there a story behind your stage name? Roseanna is my middle name! My mum and dad were massive fans of the band Toto, hence the name Roseanna. Where do you find inspiration? From other artists! I usually feel inspired to write something after hearing something I love by another musician. What was the role of music in the early years of your life? My first introduction to music was singing to The Sound of Music when I was little. Then I started to ply the Cello when I was in Primary School. Once I learned to play guitar at 14, the rest was history and songwriting came fairly naturally to me. Are you from a musical or artistic family? The musicial genes are strong in my family. My dad is a fantastic guitarist, my uncle is a bassist and my auntie plays the violin. My grandad was a fantastic singer and so was my great-granny - she even sang for the Queen! Who inspired you to be a part of the music industry? My family have always been very supportive and have always encouraged me to get out there and share my music with the world. [caption id="attachment_55242" align="alignnone" width="2000"] My family have always been very supportive[/caption] How did you learn to sing/write/to play? I taught myself guitar and went to piano lessons for a few years to try and learn some music theory – which I wasn’t very good at! I prefer to play by ear. What was the first concert that you ever went to and who did you see perform? My first gig was Jack White and the Raconteurs at the Edinburgh Corn Exchange when I was 16. I was in love with him at the time! How could you describe your music? This EP is angry and sassy with a touch of silliness! Describe your creative process. I normally start off my songs as an instrumental piece before the lyrics come. I normally write a bassline, then drums then add in chords and then any other embellishments until I have a groove. Occasionally I will start off an idea for lyrics – I decide what the mood for the song will be (i.e energetic, sad, a ballad) then I’ll take it from there and try to create a soundscape which suits the theme. What is your main inspiration? Writers who write about unusual and interesting topics, rather than just stereotypical songs about love and heartbreak.

What musician do you admire most and why? Kate Bush and Andre 3000 – some of their lyrics are real poetry and very interesting – they both know how to think outside of the box and are hugely musically talented too. Did your style evolve since the beginning of your career? Yes, definitely, when I first started off, I wrote girly love songs on the acoustic guitar. I find that style a bit cringey and embarrassing now! Who do you see as your main competitor? I try not to compare myself to other artists as we all have a totally different set of circumstances. I compete with myself all the time though! What are your interests outside of music? I love pole dancing and making stained glass art. If it wasn't a music career, what would you be doing? Music is only a hobby for me and I have a full time job in events management! What is the biggest problem you have encountered in the journey of music? Not having enough time – if I had more time to excel in my skills I’d be a better artist for it. https://open.spotify.com/artist/498kl8ymY7RsvM3RHCjTvA If you could change one thing in the music industry, what would it be? It doesn’t pay particularly well, that’s for sure! Why did you choose this as the title of this project? I chose the title ‘Prima Donna’ to reflect the heavy and sassy nature of the tunes. I feel like a Prima Donna when I sing them. What are your plans for the coming months? I have a few gigs coming up with my cover band, Siren, and I’ll preparing for my next release! Do you have any artistic collaboration plans Not on the horizon, but for this release I really enjoyed collaborating with Empress who’s an amazing Scottish hip-hop artist and rapper. What message would you like to give to your fans? I hope you all love the EP and stay tuned for some more music which will be released very soon!

[jupiterscythe]

LONG POST AHEAD

My drummer will always be one of my best friends, and the privilege of creative collaboration for over 10 years now remains one of my favorite feelings. Honored to have stood in his wedding, and I'll be damn sure he stands in mine.

It's been heartbreaking to retire our original band that we've worked at for just over a decade, and I've been taking it pretty hard. I truly wanted to pursue a career as a live musician, and that's not to say I hadn't! Damn proud of the countless shows and festivals we played in the states.

Our vocalist previously left to pursue a career in the military, and we respected his choice, so we all agreed to divide vocal duties, as we can all sing well, and both I and the lead guitarist could do harsh vocals. But then our 2nd guitarist (one of my friends for over 20 years) decided to ghost us and fuck off with nary a reason or excuse when we had a 2nd wind with shows upcoming, and finishing recording our first full length, and it stalled our progress.

By the time we found a great replacement and started practicing again, covid happened and that led to more stretches between writing and practice. On and off the last couple years, we've tried, but it was a couple days ago, our lead guitarist confided in us that he couldn't enjoy it because of what our friend did to us, and especially him in terms of money and gear. He lost a friend, and a creative partner. They both had the same understanding and approach to theory and composition, and they wrote lots of great material together. It's because of that hurt that our lead gets a bitter taste in his mouth when we play the old songs, and without that same mind to bounce ideas off of, it was just making him sad. It was sad to hear, but I'm glad he trusted us enough to confide and respected us enough to tell us personally. It was all mutual. The drummer and I both agreed that it wouldn't be the band without him, so we all agreed to officially retire the project. We're all still close friends and still talk regularly. I'm still very close to our old vocalist as well since he's returned from the military. But our drummer is still one of my best and closest friends. First guy I ever jammed with, and I want no other drummer behind me, because we have such a natural chemistry together.

We jammed a couple times last month, and now that the main project is over, we're starting up a new project and incorporating multiple genres. I've had a handful of riffs I wrote the last few years, and after demoing them, he loved em and sees potential. We're gonna go look at some new gear Sunday, and for the 1st time in awhile, I feel like I can turn this negative energy into positive and focus on creative expression as an outlet. You gotta take a few bumps before you get to swing back, and I have a fire in me again. I've gained lots of confidence as a musician, and I'm optimistic about the next chapter of my music career

[twenytwenytwo]

Oct 13 2022

Yesterday and today have been good for mood. Today, no anxiety at all, despite a shite sleep (had to get up at 5am for a shift at Brud House). Today I’m also fully out of the thinking about anxiety stage. My sads are minimal to none today, too.

Yesterday after work, Scott Henderson (Brud House owner) and I found ourselves sitting outside chatting for 2 whole hours. He’s a great guy to chat with, he’s done a lot and is enthusiastic as fuck. Talked about all sortsa shit. We get along, obviously. Really liking the job.

I was thinking about the music sector of my life on the drive home. I have this funny rock in my shoe since the band dispersed. I’m just not as into it as when I had a band. The reason is simple: I really like the performance/the living band aspect. Not just for the sake of doing shows, but for getting together in a casual tone, and just idly banging out songs, for fun, for experimenting, jamming. Not hanging that easy, fun option available kinda stinks. Only hearing the song when I listen to a recording… meh. Getting a band together for the sole purpose of performing it… meh. BUT, this is the way, for now. This articulation simply helps to make clear what exactly I love and want more of. The band environment is what made me tick. It’s also what burnt me the fuck out… lol.

Now to philosophy. I overheard Izzy listening to a tiktok. It was a thought experiment:

Imagine you’ve never been born and you’re in the nothingness lobby with… God. And he says you could go to Earth and live as a human being. You’ll experience all sorts of things; joy, misery, art, love, beauty, pain, loss, success, death, anxiety, depression, euphoria, peace, war, nature, food, sleep, cold, warm, stars, dirt, disease, birth…

… would you do it? Yeah. That’s sounds crazy, and fun.

What a great way to look at things, to reorient yourself. All of the bad is worth it. It encourages you to not fixate too much on the bad because it’s just as integral to the experience as the good. Pay attention to the good, because that’s the good stuff! Experience the bad, that’s the price, but don’t let it fill your mind, or do more harm than it’s permitted.

Every story has pain. Imagine you’re in a hard time. Your mood is low. Motivation low. Feeling dim. You accidentally stumble into God’s office. On the desk, is the script to your life. You approach and read. It sounds like you’re current life. You flip a couple pages and see, to your surprise, things substantially improve. Your dreams come true and all your doubts were proven wrong. You hear footsteps and get outta there.

You return to your life and are excited and relieved. Things do work out. You’ve got nothing to worry about. In your elation, your motivation returns stronger than ever, you’re happy and friendly, you’re relaxed and enjoy every moment. Every bump in the road, you laugh at, because you know it’s nothing.

What an interesting psychological effect simply knowing everything works out fine has. What then causes the inverse? It’s not like you stubbled into God’s office and read that you’re going to have a miserable life, but that’s how you act! If you can act like your life sucks without having read the whole script, why can’t you act like it’s amazing? Either is based on nothing.

I guess that’s faith.

[practicalsolarpunk]

Preserving the Harvest: Apples

It wouldn’t be fall in my part of the world without apples everywhere. My two favorite ways to preserve them are apple butter and applesauce, both with lots of cinnamon! If you’ve only ever had store bought applesauce, please, do yourself a favor and make a small batch yourself, it is so much better!

First things first: what kind of apples?

We want baking apples, ones that don’t have a lot of juice. Jonagold, honeycrisp, and winesap are my preferred varieties. I’ll sometimes mix varieties, if I don’t have enough of one for a whole batch.

If you live within a reasonable distance from an orchard, go there and ask about seconds. These are the ones that have some damage and aren’t going to store for very long. They’re usually a bit cheaper!

Apple Butter

(Makes 5 pints)

14 apples

3 3/4 cups brown sugar

1/2 cup of cider vinegar

1 tbsp. + 2 cinnamon sticks

Sprinkling of ground cloves

There’s a few ways you can approach this: on the stove, in the oven, or in an electric roaster. I’ve done all three, and I think my preferred way is the roaster, mostly because it can hold the most at once*!

Peel, core, and quarter the apples. Put them in whatever you’re using and cook until soft. Press through a sieve or food mill. Add in remaining ingredients and cook on medium (350°f) for three or so hours, until it’s thick enough to mound up on a spoon. Remember to fish out the cinnamon sticks, if they end up in a jar, they could make it too cinnamon-y, supposedly. (I don’t think there’s any such thing, but others apparently do.)

Now can it! Jars, lids, and bands should be washed and checked for chips and flaws beforehand. Jars should be heated to near boiling or boiling, lids should be warmed slightly.

Ladle the butter into the jars, leaving 1/4 inch headspace. Put the lids and bands on and return to the water bath. Bring to a boil and process for 10 minutes.

[photo id: a line of wide mouth pint mason jars, filled with dark brown apple butter.]

Applesauce

Apples

Water

Cinnamon

Peel, core, and quarter the apples. Place in a pot with just enough water to keep from burning or sticking. Cook over medium heat, lowering it if necessary to keep from boiling over.

When the apples are soft, add some cinnamon, less than you think you’re going to want. Mash the apples, or run them through a sieve or food mill. I prefer to leave some chunks, but others prefer a smoother sauce.

[photo id: a silver stock pot on a black cooktop. The pot is nearly full of pale, mashed apple.]

Taste it. Add more cinnamon if you want. Yay, it’s done!

Now, this can be canned or frozen, it works well either way. For freezing, just allow it to cool, then put it in containers suitable for freezing, mark it with the date**, and freeze!

For canning:

You’ll need jars, lids, and rings, washed and checked for chips or flaws.

Heat the jars in a pot of water. When you’re about 5 minutes out from canning, heat the lids slightly in a small pot on the stove. The goal is to warm them - the water should not even simmer.

Once everything is good and hot, it’s time to can! Ladle the sauce into the jars - a wide funnel specifically for canning is super helpful! - leaving about an inch of headspace. Put on the lids and rings and back in the pot of boiling (or close) water we go! Process in boiling water for 20 minutes. Don’t start timing it until it’s boiling.

Now, you can leave your jars in the pot to cool after they’ve processed, or you can take them out. This is one of those things that people seem to have very strong opinions about, but I’ve done it both ways without issue. The important thing is to leave them alone as much as possible for 24 hours, to make sure they seal.

[photo id: a line of mason jars filled with brown applesauce.]

*I use the recipe as guidelines and double or triple it. This works with butters because they are just cooked down, we’re not trying to get a jelly-like texture. I don’t recommend doubling with jams and jellies.

**it’s so important with preserving to label everything! This makes it easier to rotate through foods, using the oldest first!

Canning resources:

https://www.healthycanning.com/wp-content/uploads/USDA-Complete-Guide-to-Home-Canning-2015-revision.pdf

https://www.freshpreserving.com/canning-101.html

[queenshelby]

MY BROTHERS FRIEND (PART THREE)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Smut, Angst, Mention of Attempted Rape, Blood, Violence

Words: 5230

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Pantry Time

It has been two weeks since you agreed to marry Joseph Kruger, just as Tommy had requested, and today was the day of your engagement party.

You had only met Joseph once and you were fairly certain that he was not interested in marrying you just as you weren’t interested in marrying him. In fact, you didn’t believe that he was interested in women at all. He was attractive and had good manners. There was no reason for him not to be married already at his age.

His four brothers on the other hand were savages. You had encounters with them before and you could understand why Tommy wouldn’t trust them.

You still were unsure what Tommy’s plan was but, for some reason, you trusted him and played a long.

As such, you attended the engagement party willingly and with a smile across your face. The smile wasn’t because of the marriage proposal, but because you knew that you would see Tommy again. It has been a week since you last seen him and had a chance to be intimate with him.

There was no denying it, you were falling for him and it was painfully sweet. There was no future for you and him, but yet you tried to deny this fact and dreamed about being with him, one day.

Your father didn’t know about your involvement with Tommy. He certainly wouldn’t approve.

Arthur walked in on you once, but kept the secret. Lizzie and Polly had their suspicions, but no more than that.

‘You look beautiful Y/N’ Tommy said quietly as he approached you from behind with a smile across his face.

‘Good Evening Tommy’ you said, equally happy to see him.

Tommy was joined by his sister Ada and took the time to engage into some conversation with you as you were getting to know Joseph Kruger.

You played the game well, getting to know all of Joseph’s family and pretending to show a genuine interest in him.

Even Tommy was impressed by your skills of deception.

After your initial encounter with Tommy that evening, you didn’t see much of him and were rather disappointed until, finally, he asked you to dance after the jazz band began to play.

‘I missed you’ he whispered as he was leading you to the dancefloor.

‘I missed you too Tommy’ you whispered in return, following his lead.

You were terrible at dancing and Tommy was well aware of that. You tried hard to maintain a conversation with Tommy without falling over your own two feet.

‘Come with me’ Tommy said with a chuckle about your efforts to not injure yourself.

‘Tommy, we cannot be seen together. You know that’ you said with a slight worry.

‘They are all drunk and dancing, no one will notice us gone’ Tommy smirked as he took your hand and you followed him through the crowd.

He walked with you up the corridor towards a room at the end of the hallway.

Tommy opened the door of the mysterious room and swiftly pushed you inside before closing the door behind him.

Within seconds, Tommy’s hand reaches behind your head and he pulled you to him for a passionate kiss.

‘Tommy, this is the pantry’ you said as you took a quick breath.

‘And? Food has been served. No one will come looking in here’ Tommy smirked before leaning in for another desperate kiss.

‘Did I already tell you that I missed you’ he whispered as his hands made their way over your breasts.

‘You did’ you said, biting your lip and running your hand in between his leg over his already hard cock, poking beneath his pants.

‘Good’ he said just before you exchanged one more passionate and urgent kiss before you turned around and Tommy bent you over the small table inside the pantry.

You both wished that you had more time but you were certain that people would be looking for the bride to be any time soon.

Tommy stood behind you, lifted up your dress and pulled down your panties. He undid his belt, button and fly and pushed his pants and underwear down halfway to his knees, freeing his engorged arousal.

Crouching a little, he placed the head of his cock against the hottest spot underneath your naked bum. He lifted upwards and he could feel your treasure open up and slowly absorb the top two inches of his hard cock.

‘Hmm Tommy’ you moaned quietly as he grabbed your soft hips.

Tommy pushed himself up inside you. Inch after inch invaded your intense heat and with one final and hard push he was inside of you all the way. An inferno engulfed him, squeezing around his entire length.

‘Oh god Tommy’ you moaned, closing your eyes and arching your head back.

‘You feel so fucking good’ Tommy groaned as he kissed the back of your neck.

Holding your hips, he began sliding in and out of you from behind, his groin gently slapping against your ass.

His thrusts soon became harder and faster and you loved the feeling of his hard member poking against the depths of your core again and again.

As he was increasing his speed, Tommy ran his hands over your soft belly, holding the flesh for a moment as he slid into her heat over and over.

He then slid his hands further up your body and cupped your breasts over your dress while kissing the skin on the back of your neck. He wanted to kiss your mouth -- badly.

He pulled his cock out of you and you quickly spun around before stepping out of your panties.

Tommy lifted up your dress before lifting up one of your legs and leaning your back against the table.

Tommy kissed you passionately as you ran your hand over his cheek. Then he entered you again and you both watched intently as he placed the head of his cock against your entrance.

‘Fuck’ Tommy moaned as he watched you open up for him and allow his hard cock to squeeze inside of you, inch by inch.

Your heat slowly embraced him, welcoming him. He thrust forward, jamming his entire manhood inside of you.

Holding himself against you, Tommy looked down at your beautiful face as he began thrusting in and out of you.

Tommy slipped his arms around your back and you stopped leaning back on your elbows and put your arms around his neck. Breathing heavily, your eyes mere slits as you were in ecstasy, your lips found his and you kissed him deeply.

Your tongue shot into his mouth hungrily as he continued to thrust into you deeply.

Tommy then sent his own tongue deep into your mouth, thrusting in and out of you even faster. Your tightness pulled at him, coaxing him.

Tommy continued to thrust up into you as hard as he could a few more times, kissing you equally as hard.

‘Tommy, don’t stop’ you moaned loudly, feeling your orgasm approaching.

Your walls clenched around him and Tommy could feel his engorged shaft pulsing.

Just as you let out another loud moan as your orgasm washed over you and your body began to shake, Tommy released. His sticky rope of hot cum shot out the end of his manhood and into your hungry treasure.

You could feel the warmth inside of you as you exchanged a passionate kiss while you both were coming down from your high.

‘I fucking missed this’ Tommy said as he pulled out of you carefully.

‘As did I’ you smiled as you pulled your panties up beneath your dress.

‘But we better get back to the party’ you said as you fixed up your hair.

‘I am sure your father is ready and waiting to make a speech’ Tommy said before giving you another kiss, causing you to smile. There was some sudden awkwardness between you.

You both straightened yourself up and you opened the pantry door carefully.

Just as Tommy opened the door, Finn approached.

‘Finn’ Tommy said surprised just as Finn barged inside. He must have stood there for a while and listened to your sweet moans.

‘It’s not what it looks like Finn’ Tommy said just as you were speechless, starring at them both.

‘Oh yeah? Isn’t it?’ Finn said angrily. ‘Out of all women in this town Tommy… you are my fucking brother’ Finn added.

‘Finn, listen to me…’ Tommy said as Finn walked off.

Tommy followed Finn while you had to return to the party so that you wouldn’t raise any suspicions.

After you joined your father and Joseph for a thank you speech, you hadn’t had another chance to speak to Tommy or Finn and were worried about if and how Tommy managed to resolve the issue.

Trouble Ahead

Without the air having been cleared between Tommy and Finn and Tommy largely ignoring Finn’s feelings, Tommy called a meeting between the brothers and Uncle Charlie, without the presence of Polly.

With his plan, he went behind Polly’s back and he needed man power to take over the Kruger’s family business. As one would expect, he trusted his brothers to keep his plan a secret from others.

The meeting took place at Uncle Charlie’s junk yard and went on for about an hour. Arthur was in favour of Tommy’s plan while Finn and Uncle Charlie considered the plan to be too dangerous. Nonetheless, they agreed to follow Tommy’s orders.

After his meeting with Tommy, Arthur and Uncle Charlie, Finn downed his anger with Whiskey and cocaine at the Garrison where, later that evening, he met a young woman named Esmeralda.

With ignorance and naiveness, he confided in Esmeralda. He told her what happened between you and his brother Thomas and how upset he was about it. He considered you to be the love of his life which Tommy has now taken away from him.

Finn also told Esmeralda about Tommy’s plan. Finn was of the view that Tommy was using you for his own advantage, ignoring the fact that Finn had strong feelings for you.

Little did Finn know that Esmeralda knew the Kruger Family and that, soon, word would come to Manual Kruger, Joseph’s father.

And, as it happened, after Esmeralda comforted Finn for the night, she arranged a meeting with Manuel Kruger and his brother.

During this meeting, Esmeralda explained that Tommy was liaising with Joseph in order to take over the Kruger’s Family Business, making Joseph an acquaintance of the Peaky Blinders.

What you and Finn didn’t know was that Joseph Kruger despised his father and uncle and had been gathering men for two years now to work against them. But Esmeralda was very well aware of the situation and so was Tommy.

For many years, Joseph had been discriminated against by his own father and uncle because of his sexual orientation. He was excluded from family dealings and his brothers worked against him. However, neither of them realised that Joseph did, in fact, have strong ties to certain night club owners in London which was perfect for the distribution of narcotics.

Of course, Tommy saw the potential in this. It was a win win situation for him to help Joseph to take out his father, uncle and brothers and work with him to distribute cocaine throughout London’s nightclubs. In addition, the need for marriage between your family and the Kruger family would be diminished.

It was clear to Esmeralda that this information would create a war between the Shelby family and the Kruger family and this was exactly what she wanted to achieve.

She had a vested interest in seeing the Shelbys lose their fortune. After all, it was Arthur Shelby who killed her brother in a boxing match several years ago. What she wanted was revenge. But of course, Finn didn’t know that, nor did he know that he had put your life in danger when he told Esmeralda about your romantic involvement with his brother and his brother’s plan.

Later that evening, unbeknownst to you, you were to realise how dire this situation had become. The Kruger family was determined to send a message to both, your father and Tommy.

That evening, just as you said goodbye to Tommy and walked out of the office building, you noticed both lights on the street were broken.

This was unusual but you didn’t think anything about it until you also noticed a blood-stained hat on the pavement outside.

‘Karl?’ you spoke loudly. Karl was the man who normally drove you home and, usually, he would already been waiting for you at the front door.

You walked around the corner, following the stains on the pavement.

‘Karl?’ you asked again until, all of a sudden, you stumbled over something. As you looked down, you noticed Karl’s dead body, blood running from his head and chest.

‘Oh my god’ you said, shivers running over your back as you stepped backwards until, all of a sudden, you were grabbed by a man from behind.

‘Shh Love’ the man laughed as he covered your mouth while you tried to escape his strong hold on you.

‘Miss Gold, what a lovely surprise’ another man said as, all of a sudden, a total of three more men approached you from each corner of the street.

‘We know about your man’s plan Love’ the attacker then went onto say as he stood right in front of you, running his dirty hands over your blouse.

You tried hard to escape and reach for your gun in your bag, but the men held onto you tightly.

‘I think it’s time for us to send him and your father a little message’ one of the men said just as he ripped open your blouse.

By that time tears were running down your face and you tried to kick your legs up in protest.

‘You know Love, we will all take our turn and it will be over quick if you hold still, yeah?’ he went on to say just as you leaped out and kicked him into his crotch with your heels.

‘You fucking bitch’ he yelled as he reached for your skirt. In this moment you took your chance and bit harshly into the hand of the man who was restraining you while continuing to kick your legs forward.

‘Tommy’ you yelled loudly as your mouth was freed for a brief second, knowing that he was still in the office.

But, the men wouldn’t back off and began to further tare on your clothes while holding you back down, letting you scream for help.

‘No one is coming Love’ one of the men said as he began kissing your neck.

Just as you felt the man’s tongue run over your ear and heard him unbuckling his belt, you heard a shot.

‘Get the fuck off her’ Tommy yelled harshly, firing again.

The next thing you saw was blood streaming down the pavement. One of the men had been shot into his knee. It was dark and difficult for Tommy to aim.

With a limited view, Tommy approached the attackers while they briefly halted their assault on you.

‘Mr Shelby, nice of you to join us. You can watch while we fuck your little girlfriend’ one of the men said as, suddenly, Tommy could feel a knife against his neck from one of the other men.

With one of the men on the ground and the other keeping Tommy at bay, the other two proceeded with their plan as they tore apart your skirt, leaving your underwear exposed to them.

‘Now Love, we will continue where we left of and your boyfriend gets to watch us’ the man said as he pulled down his pants.

You continued to scream in protest as the man was trying to push down your panties.

Just as he grabbed hold of the hem, you heard a loud scream coming from the man standing behind Tommy.

As you looked over, you observed Tommy slamming a large and sharp piece of metal from the floor besides him into the man’s throat.

You took this opportunity to reach for your gun in your purse and, within a split second, you shot the man who, at this point, still had hold of your panties.  

This allowed you to free yourself but, as you stepped backwards, you fell down to the floor. You had never shot someone before and were in shock, trembling at the sight of the dead man in front of you.

By the time you collected your thoughts, Tommy had already shot the other man who attacked you. It was almost like an execution, without mercy. Tommy’s face expressionless.

Tommy decided not to kill the fourth man but, instead, shot him into his other knee so that he couldn’t run away. He was to be questioned and then used to send a message to the Kruger Family.

‘Are you alright?’ Tommy asked as he raced over to you and placed his jacket around your half naked body.

You nodded while you were shivering and crying and your heart was pounding.

‘You are safe now’ Tommy said as he took you into his arms.

His white shirt was stained with blood and he had a large cut on his neck that would soon need some attention. But for now, he just wanted to comfort you.

With the man screaming in pain across the pavement, it wasn’t long for police to arrive.

Tommy didn’t leave your side as police assessed the scene.

‘What would you like us to do with this one Mr Shelby?’ the policeman asked after he instructed his other men to clean up the scene.

‘Take him to 5 Birmingham Avenue and chain him up. I will deal with him later’ Tommy said, causing the policeman to nod while Tommy helped you up from the pavement.

‘Common, let’s get you cleaned up ey?’ Tommy said as he walked you to his car, covering as much of your naked flesh as he could with his jacket.

Tommy helped you inside of his Bentley, which is when you noticed his wound. It was draining a lot of blood down his neck.

‘Tommy, you are hurt’ you said, looking at him concerned.

‘It’s just a scratch Y/N’ Tommy smirked as placed some pressure onto his open wound before driving off.

You didn’t know where he was taking you until he pulled up in front of a large house.

Love and Desire

‘Where are we?’ you asked.

‘My house. You will be safe here’ Tommy said as he parked the car.

Two maids were waiting for you as you walked inside the house. They must have seen the car pull up.

‘Mr Shelby, are you alright?’ Francis asked concerned.

‘Yes Francis. Could you please look after Ms Gold for me while I make a phone call?’ Tommy asked while he continued to press onto his wound firmly with his hands.

‘Yes Mr Shelby, of course. Shall I arrange a bath?’ Francis asked as you were clearly covered in mud and dirt.

‘Yes please. And some clean clothes and whatever else she needs’ Tommy said.

‘I do not think that we have clothes other than…’ Francis said and, before she could finish her sentence, Tommy interrupted her.

‘My wife’s clothes should fit her’ Tommy said.

‘Of course, Mr Shelby’ Francis responded before she helped you upstairs.

Francis ran a bath for you before she helped you undress and get rid of your dirty clothes.

She was kind and welcoming, almost like a mother.

As you then finally sank into the bath you could feel your bruised skin burn. Your legs hurt terribly and small cuts were covering your arms and knees.

Francis gave you some privacy at this point. But she had also given you three nightgowns to choose from before she left and prepared the guestroom for you.

You soaked in the bath for at least 20 minutes and scrubbed your skin. You felt disgusted and embarrassed.

When you stepped out of the bath, you dried yourself off with the soft white towel that Francis had given you before putting on one of the nightgowns. It was white, made out of soft and shiny satin. It covered some of your bruises but not all.

As you walked outside the bathroom, you could hear grunts coming from the kitchen.

You followed the noises to see Tommy being held down onto the kitchen table by Arthur and Finn while a nurse was using tweezers to remove fragments of gravel from the wound on his neck.

Tommy glanced over to you briefly before indicating to one of the maids that he wanted you to leave.

‘Can’t it just be stitched up?’ you asked, causing the maid to shake her head before asking you to follow her.

‘The wound has to be cleaned out, its quite deep’ the maid said as she showed you to your room.

You sat down on the bed in your room but couldn’t help it but worry about Tommy. All that you could hear from your otherwise quiet room were the occasional grunts. He was clearly in pain.

Then, after about ten minutes, there was dead silence and you became even more concerned and worried.

Finally, after 20 minutes, you heard a knock on the door.

‘Come in’ you said.

You were relieved to see Tommy when he opened the door.

You were quick to get off the bed and walk over to him, pressing your lips onto his in a haste.

He had been stitched up and his wound was covered by a large gauze.

Tommy didn’t say anything after the kiss but simply looked at you wearing Grace’s nightgown.

It was almost like he was assessing you and all of the small bruises and cuts that covered your body.

His hands then caressed your face before he kissed you again.

Silence. There was nothing but silence and kisses.

After about ten minutes of this, Tommy caressed your face again and looked into your eyes.

‘I am sorry this happened to you’ Tommy said.

‘It’s not your fault Tommy’ you responded.

‘You will stay here for a while until I sort this out, alright? You will be safe here and no one will ever hurt you again like this, I promise.’ Tommy said.

‘Alright Tommy’ you said as your hands ran over his bare chest. You wanted to tell him what you were feeling for him in that moment but couldn’t bring it over your lips.

At this point you pulled him onto the bed with you, kissing him gently, before reaching in between his legs.

‘Not tonight Y/N’ Tommy said as he could feel his hand run over his crotch.

‘Tommy, please, I need you’ you said, knowing how good it always makes you feel.

Tommy chuckled at your comment and nodded before leaning over you another kiss.

‘Alright’ he said, before he slowly removed your nightgown. It wasn’t long before his hands were touching you everywhere, lingering on your breasts, tracing the sharp curves of your hips.

Tommy’s lips followed his hands, planting gentle kisses against every inch of your bruised skin. His head moved back up to your chest and his full lips closed over the tips of first one breast and then the other. He began sucking your nipples gently, causing you to moan loudly.

‘Tell me if I'm hurting you’ he murmured as his hand reached down between your legs where most of your bruises had surfaced.

You nodded, breathless. You reached for his belt but your hands were shaking so much that you couldn't even maneuver the clasp. You were still wound up by what had happened that night.

Tommy eased your hands away and took over. In no more than ten seconds, he was as completely naked as were you.

He embraced you, holding you tightly against his chest. You ran your fingers up and down the length of his back, scraping your short nails against his smooth skin.

Tommy shifted his position and began suckling at your breasts once more. A moan of pleasure escaped your lips. You could feel his hard member pressing against your thigh. And you could feel moisture seeping out from between your legs.

Tommy reached between your thighs, parted them gently, and slowly swirled two fingers around your wet vaginal lips.

Tommy removed his fingers. His body slithered down the length of yours. He took hold of your hips, placed his mouth between your legs and nibbled at your sensitive flesh. Then the tip of his tongue began flicking against your clit, tracing circles around the hardened nub.

‘Oh god, Tommy’ you cried as you grabbed hold of his muscular shoulders as the shivers and shudders of an approaching orgasm wracked at your weak body.

The arching of your back was sending bolts of pain shooting down your spine. But you didn't care. Pain and pleasure were colliding and you chose the pleasure.

‘Don’t stop Tommy’ you urged him, tangling your fingers in his hair.

Tommy pressed his mouth to your wet entrance once again and used his tongue to toy with your clit some more.

‘Oh god yes’ you moaned as your orgasm was consuming you, fast and hard.

Tommy crawled up the length of your body and held you tightly as you lost all control. You were shaking and moaning. You grabbed onto him for dear life until the final shudder released you from the joint grasp of ecstasy and agony.

He kissed her hungrily, devouring your lips with his own. You could taste your own juices as you returned his kiss with every ounce of passion you possessed.

Though satiated and struggling with the pain, you parted your legs again and reached down to guide Tommy’s hard cock into your soaking wet pussy. Tommy groaned immediately. He propped himself up on his hands and began pushing into you gently.

‘It's okay’ you whispered as Tommy looked at you as if he was seeking approval.

‘Push harder’ you moaned, giving your body to him.

Tommy accepted your invitation and began thrusting into you more forcefully. He lowered his head to kiss you as he was pumping into you with increased speed and force.

The tip of his cock was grazing against your sweet spot as he thrusted into you and you felt another climax approaching.

At the same time, you also felt Tommy’s body begin to tremble with his own approaching release.

‘Oh god Tommy’ you moaned as your orgasm washed over you.

At the same time, guttural groans escaped his throat and, with one final convulsive thrust, he erupted inside of you, flooding you with a rush of hot cum.

After you both came down from your high, Tommy rolled away from you and collapsed next to you.

He took you into his arms and held you against his body as, all of a sudden, Arthur barged through the door.

‘Fucking hell Arthur’ Tommy said just as you covered your bare breasts with the sheets.

‘Abraham Gold is here’ Arthur said, trying hard to look away from you.

‘I thought Finn was full of shit when he told me that you two were still fucking’ Arthur said as you quickly reached for your nightgown and Tommy put on his pants.

‘This stays between us’ Tommy instructed as he walked out of your room and downstairs.

‘Mr Gold’ Tommy said, greeting your father.

‘Where is my daughter’ Abrahama asked.

‘Upstairs, having a rest’ Tommy responded, causing Finn to sigh and Arthur to laugh.

You made your way downstairs after five minutes to greet your father before Tommy took him into his office to discuss the matter.

All you could hear from outside Tommy’s offices were arguments and yelling.

Your father didn’t know about your involvement with Tommy but soon learned about his plan. In your father’s opinion, Tommy was going behind his back and put your life at risk for financial gain and had now created a war with the Kruger family, especially after killing three of Manuel Kruger’s five sons.

‘These were men you wanted to be in business with, ey? Men who tried to force themselves on your daughter’ Tommy said angrily as your father stormed out of his office.

‘Carful Mr Shelby’ your father yelled before telling Tommy that it would have never come that far if he wouldn’t had interfered with the arrangement.

Your father took a hold of your hand told you to get into the car as he left Tommy’s office, the yelling continuing.

‘Mr Gold, it’s not safe’ Tommy tried to argue while your father forced you to leave with him.

‘My daughter’s safety is not your concern Mr Shelby’ Abrahama said and you had no choice but to follow him back to the commune.

You spent the next few days there, not being allowed to work or go on with your usual activities. You knew that your father regularly talked to Tommy. He had no choice but to work with him now after all this. But, you had no idea where things were heading from here on and you knew that Tommy’s actions made your father despise him.

Finally, five days later, your father arranged another meeting with Tommy and Arthur at the factory to which you were invited. It was Tommy who insisted that you were part of this meeting and gain an understanding of the plan. Tommy argued that this was for your own safety.

You appreciated Tommy’s efforts to have you included but, that particular morning, you could have very well stayed in bed.

You have been unwell for two days now and didn’t want to see Tommy looking the way you did.

You forced yourself to put on a nice dress and some make up before joining your father and brother in the car.

Just as you arrived at the factory building, you barged out of the car and towards the lavatory.

‘Excuse me’ you said as you stormed into the men’s lavatory on the ground floor. There was no female lavatory in close proximity.

‘You realise that this is the fucking men’s lavatory, right?’ Arthur said while taking a leek as, all of a sudden, he heard a loud choking noise.

‘Are you alright, Love?’ he asked as you were in the cubicle, with the door open, your head hanging over the toilet seat.

‘Yes, I am fine, thank you Arthur’ you said as you straightened yourself up and walked to the basin to wash your hands.

There was an awkward silence between you and Arthur.

‘Ate something bad, ey?’ Arthur said as he handed you his handkerchief.

‘Yes, probably. It’s been like this for two days’ you said. ‘I will return it, washed of course’ you added after you wiped your mouth with the handkerchief.

‘Don’t worry Love. Keep it’ Arthur said as you both left the bathroom and headed to the meeting.

[lnights]

I hope you feel better ! if you're still looking for fluffy prompt, what about something with Joel/joonas/Aleksi where Joel has been in love with joonas for a while, but he's convinced his feelings could never be returned, and now joonas and Aleksi get together he thinks nothing will ever happen between them but suddenly joonas and Aleksi do their best to show him they have room in their hearts for him?

*Looks up from my vampire fic where that is the pairing and squints*

Ok so as I was writing this it's giving me multi-chapter brainworms (not a big one, maybe just like 3 chapters?) I feel like this idea requires more thought and time then I put into these mini fics

...

Joel was chain smoking and he didn't care who knew.

They had been playing truth or dare, all of them drinking and relaxing at Niko's place, when Joonas had been asked if he was seeing someone.

He had known in the deepest part of his heart, what the answer would be.

You would have to be deaf and blind to miss the sweet conversations, the small touches, the look of pure love between them...

Hell, they had done a video with Aleksi in Joonas's lap!

So Joonas telling the band they were officially together really wasn't a shock.

But it HURT.

He had been in love with Joonas since they had first met in high school, had reveled in every moment they spent together.

He knew his best friend, his twin, didn't feel the same about him. There's no way he could, being so vibrant and full of life and rarely angry while Joel's head like to mess with him and make him crabby and grumpy.

But Joonas didn't have a whole lot of relationships, despite what people thought of them when he committed to someone he committed with his whole heart and he didn't do it that often.

And now his heart was committed to Aleksi.

Joel took a deep drag, he knew he would have to go back in soon or risk someone coming out to get him, but he knew right now he would either cry or shout.

He couldn't blame the DJ for falling for Joonas, and he couldn't blame Joonas for falling for him either. He was funny, calming, and if Joel was willing to admit it to himself... very attractive.

He hadn't know Aleksi nearly as long, but he had found a way into his heart as well.

And it felt torn to pieces.

They would be a good match, he despaired, trying to make himself happy for his friends rather then wallow in his own misery.

Maybe some good lyrics will at least come out of this, he thought, Niko might be willing to help him get it out.

The door opened behind him and two sets of footsteps approached him.

He closed his eyes as he got a glimpse of familiar golden curls on one side of him and soft black hair on the other.

He heard Joonas light his own cigarette and take a drag before talking.

"You alright?" He asked quietly.

Joel nodded, not opening his eyes "maybe drank a bit too much, I'm getting old."

The both laughed a bit at his comment, but then they lapsed back into silence.

Joel almost jumped out of his skin when he felt an arm go around his waist, another rubbing his back.

"We weren't planning to tell anyone yet." Aleksi said quietly, "we wanted to talk to you first."

Joel opened his eyes in shock, turning to the younger man. "Why?"

Surely they hadn't realized how he felt about Joonas? He had done his best to hide it, treat him like anyone else-

"It's ok." Joonas said softly, "If you aren't interested in this at all, we can just forget about it..."

"We're both interested in you." Aleksi finished, "if you would want, we'd like to take you out."

His cigarette forgotten he looked between the two of them wildly, Joonas's face soft and open, Aleksi's with a small smile and an encouraging look.

Joel couldn't comprehend what was being said to him.

"Why?" He asked, "you two have each other? I don't understand..."

Joonas took a deep breath, "I've loved you since the first time we jammed in high school," gave a shaky laugh, "I didn't think you felt the same..."

"I finally pointed it out to him about a month ago." Aleksi added, "as for me... I started falling for both of you when we met at the BMTH concert."

"We ended up talking a lot." Joonas took over, "we realized we cared for each other as well as you. If you're not interested that's ok, it won't change anything-"

Joel stubbed out his cigarette and turned to Joonas, pulling him into a close hug, burying his face in his neck.

He couldn't believe it, it wasn't possible that not just one, but both of them were wanting him with them...

He felt a very tentive touch to his side and he pulled an arm away from Joonas to wrap Aleksi close, sighing at the feeling of both of them holding him.

He didn't know how long it would last, but he would take the opportunity as long as he could.

[creativeashproductions]

Subconscious Match Making // Charlie Gillespie

Summary: Kenny brings in his niece Y/N and her band to provide a demonstration of the stage presence of a band. More than happy Tarnished Poets become mentors during the process of bootcamp. Charlie’s eye is stuck on Kenny’s niece; Kenny’s so powerful he subconsciously did match making

Warning: Swearing, talk about car accident, angst, and fluff.

Words: 4.6k

A/N: The song used by my fictional band is High Hopes by the Australian band Yours Truly.

Masterlist

Being part of the audition aspect of Julie and the Phantoms was unreal, especially being young with such an opportunity. The timing couldn’t be better with the band stationed stateside for recording; Kenny had presented the offer to mentor during auditions. The capacity as a musician mentor was alien, but you would do anything for the guy you considered an uncle.

Stopping briefly at the bathroom, you encountered one of the options for Julie that Kenny had sent in the PDF file of people auditioning. As you stepped up to wash your hands, you noticed her lips moving along to the song they had been given.

“Are you okay?” You questioned turning to face the teenager no more than fifteen at the most. Her brown eyes colliding with yours unable to hide the nerves, “You’re auditioning for Kenny Ortega’s show, right?”

“Yeah. I’m Madison.” The girl spoke, holding out her hand to shake, “Are you auditioning for Carrie?”

You smiled at her question, “No.”

Julie went to answer before the glance at her watch, startled her barely getting a goodbye out before she was rushing out the door. You went back to drying your hands before heading to the room Kenny had messaged you about. It was a large room with people sitting at tables and four people on stage. All in a circle speaking quietly, you took the opportunity to settle beside Kenny and your three band members.

“Hey Kenny.” You murmured turning to the man, the myth, legend Kenny Ortega himself. The man beamed at you as he had not seen you in months due to touring.

“Y/N! Sweetheart.” Kenny spoke, taking in the differences, the bags under your eyes gone from the last time he had a video call, “You look stunning as usual.”

You chuckled at his compliment, feeling he was right; sleep was definitely better when not on a travelling bus. Late nights now found at the recording studio with the band and less stress on being hounded by fans.

“So, what do you want us to do?” You questioned glancing at the quartet on the stage each keeping their attention on each other, “Who are they?”

Kenny glanced at his colleagues ready for the day to start, “This the first time they will be performing on the stage as the band. They don’t know yet. As being their age, I’d like you to show them the dynamic we’re looking for.”

You nodded along with Lachlan, Brad and Jay. Kenny’s happy smile directed you guys for a second before turning to the stage. Huddling with your bandmates, you started throwing out song choices, one the most challenging things.

“Okay. Before we have you sing Bright, I convinced my niece to join us while they are off touring.” Kenny told the actors gesturing to the band in a huddle unbothered at the lack of listening, “Okay.”

Turning as Kenny’s voice centred towards you, the people on the stage caught sight of you all; Madison’s eyes grew. She adored your music, and not recognizing you in the bathroom, burnt her. The other guys were less familiar with the band other than Owen who knew them through Madison and Savannah.

“This is my niece Y/N along with her band members Lachlan, Brad and Jay. Tarnished Poets this is candidates for the show Charlie, Jeremy, Owen and Madison.” Kenny gestured to the two separate groups who quickly switched.

With a vast amount of experience, the small stage revamped itself with the band’s personal instruments. People held to move the stage drums to replace with Brad’s drums behind the clear plastic with quick succession as the remaining members took their places.

Your dark wash jean jacket tossed to the side of the stage mere seconds before Lachlan’s fingers started the song off with shredding on his baby pink guitar. The room melted away from your mind as the four got lost in the music.

You got the nerve to come and say 

That you’re not standing in my way

When we both know

Eyes closed you moved to the fast beats feeling on the top of the world as if nothing would knock you down.

The room was quiet aside from the music enthralling the occupants as this band shocked everyone but Madison and Kenny. This was precisely how Kenny envisioned Julie and the band would be like as the room burst into noise as if it was a concert. The stage was electrifying, and the actors couldn’t sit still with big smiles and bodies moving to the beat.

Well I’ve had high hopes up til now

 And I was kinda hoping. 

 You could be my hero

 You could be my hero

At the lull, in words, the guitars and the drums wove through the room as you flipped your hair side to side concealing the expression. The music brought a feeling euphoria to you as it always had because nothing made you feel as alive.

You never stayed in one place when you weren’t cupping the microphone singing you jammed with the others. Cleaning removing the mic from the stand you move to face Brad through the clear screen with a grin. A smooth practised twirl you found yourself by the bassist Jay delving into the lyrics once more.

You can’t take it back

With all, I’ve tried 

And I know that you can’t shape me

Moving back in fluid motion Lachlan and you switched places across the stage from Jay. Lachlan began his solo ending just as you circled back to your original positions. Everyone had watched Lachlan they missed your microphone being replaced in the stand.

As the song came to an end, you ended the last note bending to the side with the stand, every member leaning over to the floor. The guitar notes faded as the room burst into applause.

“This is what I want the band to be like!” Kenny called moving to the stage you hug you, “I knew I chose the right people. Did you see how they commanded the stage? They used the entirety, exploding with energy.”

Charlie’s jaw was dropped at how great the band was, they transformed the room into a concert, and you were damn good. Owen reached over and gently pushed Charlie’s jaw back up without looking; this move alone gave Kenny insight into the dynamic between the actors.

“Can you all come up here?” You asked the four actors moving aside for them as they stationed themselves you all wandered around, “Naturally you’ve all equally spaced yourselves out. That’s good because you understand you need space to rock out, but it comes with a negative.”

Lachlan stepped forth his accent, bringing the group to surprise, “But don’t stay in the box you’ve created. The stage is yours. You’re a band so interact.”

“Don’t play the music. Become the music you play, Luke doesn’t just love music. It’s in his blood and part of his soul.” You finished squeezing the arm of Charlie, eyes fractionally widening at the solid muscle. Charlie’s eyes glued to your eyes he didn’t notice as you gently pushed the white guitar into his chest.

“Show us Luke’s bond with music.” You softly spoke, backing away from the Canadian male turning on your heel to sit with Kenny again.

Your eyes couldn’t help but return to the male with the cut off shirt, and his hair pushed up out of his face. Suspenders connected to his jeans rolled above the brown boots. Your lips parted as Madison introduced the group.

“Hi, we’re Julie and the Phantoms I hope you enjoy.” The girl spoke before the group transformed in front of the group. They were no longer actors hoping for roles, but they became the characters they desired to play.

Charlie melted into the character of Luke with ease; it was beautiful and poetic. What they didn’t know was that they were, in fact, the band.

As the music died down, you relaxed into the chair as Kenny cheered with his hands high in the air with the entire room as they bowed. Kenny’s teasing grin glanced back as he approached the stairs to the huddled youth.

“I don’t know. Can we?” Kenny spoke to the audience amused with the anticipation of the stage.

“Do it!” You called out with a grin along with the rest of Tarnished Poets keeping your eyes on Charlie. His energy intrigued you incredibly.

“Yeah you are our band.” Kenny announced changing the lives of the official cast forever. The quartet exclaimed in response clutching each other close as if they had been friends for years instead of months.

Charlie’s grin fluttered your heart as you leaned back, watching the excited group knowing you would be watching the show when it came out.

 The summer breeze was serene in the quiet area outside of the beautiful city of Vancouver, Canada where filming had commenced. Scheduling was perfect with the members of Tarnished Poets breaking off for the break. Lachlan returned to his family in Perth, Australia while Brad and Jay decided on a road trip in their home state.

You had accompanied Kenny to Canada for the first part of filming moving into a small house near the set. The home quickly became the hub of the cast with the close proximation to filming, you had even given Charlie the spare key. You two incredibly close.

“So, this is where you disappear to.” The teasing voice came from behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you met the gaze of Charlie’s hazel eyes.

He moved through the meadow to the tree you found shade under with your guitar nearby. You always had a feeling the adventurous guy would find the trail to the meadow you frequented. His forest green shirt bringing out the green of his eyes that you adored. As if you were a character in a Tumblr story, you fell for him and wondered if he felt the same.

“Sometimes I need to leave the city. I spent too much time in them.” You spoke, closing the notebook of the song you were working on. It wasn’t one you planned on using for Tarnished Poets, but instead something you hesitated on showing Kenny.

 “I didn’t know you could play the guitar.” Charlie softly spoke gently, stroked the neck of the well-used guitar. Passed down from your mom who loved playing at cafes in her teens and into her early 20s.

“Probably because we perform with electric more often. Plus, I like doing vocals.” You spoke shuffling to face him, “So it took you over a month to find this meadow.”

Charlie chuckled glancing at the notebook with interest. He always wanted to know more about you from the moment he saw you.

“What are you working on?” He questioned slowly grasping the notebook in his hand. Usually, you would be shy and letting someone see an unfinished song. Still, something about Charlie never made you feel nervous.

“A song about regret over hurting someone.” You softly replied, moving to bring your knees into your chest thinking about one of the final devasting moments, “I’m kinda the female counterpart of Luke. I grew up in a small town where people had reliable jobs. I always loved music. My mom taught me to play the guitar.”

“Yeah?” Charlie smiled, wondering what a kid version of you would have been like. Your eyes raised to meet his.

“Her dream was to make a living out of her music, and she got rejected. A lot. I think she lost a part of herself when she gave up for a secure, stable job as an accountant. Didn’t mean she didn’t still love to play, so she taught me how to play as a hobby.”

“But you loved it like she did.” Charlie breathed picking up where the story would be going so he gently took your hand in his; something not unusual with you two.

“I posted videos of covers on YouTube and Lachlan saw it. He had moved to America to make his dream and closely, our band came together. We did some gigs around my hometown even making the long trips to the city.” You reminisced on the times where you were an underground band with a small following. Things went sour when you hit more immense success, “We had the opportunity for our music, and at eighteen we took it.”

Slowly you leaned into the body of Charlie relaxing as his arms encompassed you in a feeling of safety and warmth. His fingers tangling in your hair as he focused on your story.

“My parents found out, and Mom just exploded. We both said cruel things, and I left that night. We played gigs constantly, so I always pushed back, making up with her. Six months into the move, she got into a car accident.” You sighed nestling further into Charlie, “I wrote that song, but I couldn’t even finish it, but with Luke’s storyline, I think it would be perfect. I’m polishing it up to present to Kenny.”

“What’s it called?” He inquired, smiling as you shifted to lean your back against his chest to cradle the guitar in your lap.

“Unsaid Emily. My mom’s name is Emily.” Your words nearly buried under the soft notes from the guitar. Your lips opened to sing, but you didn’t have to. Charlie started it.

The emotion was raw in the air as the power in his voice brought you to tears, unable to do more than strum the guitar and harmonizing at one point. It was like Unsaid Emily was made for Charlie to sing. At that moment you knew, this was the song Luke needed to do for his mom in the show; however, it could be incorporated.

Overcome with an emotion you pushed to your knees to cup his cheeks as he trailed off the last word. The guitar keeping you from pressing your chests together to kiss you poured your feelings in the kiss. A kiss he returned with gusto.

“Whoa.” Charlie breathed, keeping his forehead connected to yours smiling as your eyelashes tickled his cheeks. Calloused fingers set the guitar aside as he tugged you into his chest as his lips drew closer.

Your lips parted as a tingle overtook your whole body as he lips caressed yours soft lightly you thought you imagined it. His mouth claimed yours in what might be the most passionate one you’ve ever had. Pulling away, you became aware your hands had flipped under his shirt with knowing.

“Thank you.” You spoke softly looking up through your eyelashes at the guy the grew as important as the band.

Charlie’s cheeks painted a soft pink set off by the hypnotizing brown of his hazel gaze as if you were his whole world. His eyes scanning all your features from the small scar in your hairline thanks to a table edge at six years old.

 “For what?”

“Being you.” You replied tugging fists full of the green shirt to silence her thoughts with another fervent meeting. Yours arm coming to encircle his neck as his hands copied the move on your waist. Sitting on knees time slowed in the toe-curling kiss, he pulled away once more.

 “I could kiss you forever, and it still wouldn’t be long enough.” Charlie spoke, keeping his eyes closed as his fingers pinched his skin. This was what he dreamed of, being able to hold you more than a few seconds of an embrace.

“How is this going to work? My band goes on tour when you’re at the end of filming.” You questioned nestling into his arms again. The future was scary when you both were incredibly busy with the upcoming months.

“I’ll fly over for a few weeks. See you in action.” He chuckled, pushing you away to stand up, “How about we start with dinner first?”

It seemed the universe took pity on a young couple when Charlie took you home to his family to meet. His parents and siblings being the only ones aware of the relationship. Tour came and went with Charlie, using the time before promoting JATP, attended before you flew back to Canada with him.

Being with Charlie was like breathing, necessary and beautiful. You got along with his family as he did with yours. It was remarkable how interconnected you became together in the months committed to the relationship.

“Hey.” Charlie spoke, kissing your cheek in your private home you were renting in the country of Canada. When whispers of the pandemic came around, you had flown from the house you rented in LA with a friend to home.

Charlie had had the same idea to return home to his parents’ home while you settled into a house further away from other people. Charlie walked the distance to your place, and when lockdown came into effect, the decision was, he would stay with you.

“Well hello.” You cheekily responded, resting your fingers on the sleep flush of his cheeks as the glazed look faded.

 Charlie straight out of sleep was by far your favourite version of him with the genuine and raw unguarded emotions he displayed. In the nine months together, you had fallen for him swifter than Swiper from Dora could take items. Completely reciprocated on his side.

“You look happy.” Charlie murmured tracing the path from your temple to the corner of your mouth. The boy with messy hair, he had started growing it out after Julie, and the Phantoms wrapped.

“I am.” You softly spoke, shifting closer to him, “I’ve never been happier than I am tucked away from the world in your arms.”

The flush of Charlie’s cheek no longer came from the nap, but from the attention, you placed on the actor. He could feel the love radiating from your heart just by the look in your eyes.

“I’m going to be incredibly cheesy and reply that I am holding my world in my arms.” He expressed leaning over to press his lips against your forehead raptured by the honour he had at loving you.

“The next few days will be hectic.” You articulated running your hands through the thick brown hair focusing solely on his eyes—the building excitement budding within the actor.

Charlie’s lips parted to reply when his phone vibrated on the side table, “One moment. It’s Owen.”

You shifted out of the camera view per the mutual decision to keep the relationship under wraps for the time being. You absolutely knew the show would be a hit and thousand, make that hundreds of thousands, of people, would crush on the character. By keeping the relationship quiet, it would increase the fanbase because some people honestly only care about looks.

“Hey Buddy!” Charlie beamed at his fellow quarantine hair buddy with over 3,000 kilometres between each other.

“Eh! Charlie!” Owen greeted just as excited at his best friend delving into a story of the recent lego build his mom had made.

“So, the show debuts in a few days. How do you feel about it? I’m excited but also nervous. First leading role.”

“I think people will relate to the show. I mean the music is amazing, and the acting wasn’t too shabby.” Owen replied just about to open his mouth when he slammed it shut. His blue eyes narrowed together, picking up on the odd background. He had to lean closer to his phone, “Either I’m suddenly eighty years old or your definitely not at home.”

“W-what?” Charlie scoffed eyes flicking to the surroundings completely forgetting he was in his girlfriend’s home instead of his parents, “I���m at home.”

“No! We’ve chatted so many times I could draw your family’s house blueprint with my eyes closed. That is a bedroom and it ain’t in the Gillespie home.”

Charlie moaned hanging his head, “C’mon buddy. I’m at home.”

“Charles Gillespie, you have sex hair.” Owen deadpanned unamused at the obvious and quite literally horrible dishonesty from the Canadian male. Charlie’s cheeks puffed as he blew air out of his mouth and taking the ‘L’ in the situation.

“One moment.” He spoke, putting his friend on mute and setting the phone down to create a black screen. The entire short conversation you had delved back into the songbook always on your person, “Babe, Owen won’t let it go.”

“Tell him.” You replied gazing over the rim of your glasses with a smirk scarcely visible to your partner. Your full attention returned to scribbling in the book while Charlie inhaled sharply; psyching himself up.

“Okay. I’m seeing someone.” Charlie admitted sending the blonde into screaming having been suspicious. Jeremy’s wife, then girlfriend, had tried setting Charlie up with countless refusals.

“Who is it?”

“Don’t get upset. I’m dating Y/N-“

“-like Y/N from Tarnished Poets? The musician from Bootcamp that completely made us look like toddlers?” Owen demanded gasping as Charlie panned the FaceTime to the girl under the blankets, “Holy shit!”

“I don’t know how I managed to get her date, but it’s the happiest I’ve been.”

“Hey Owen.” You acknowledged the blonde drummer with a shy smile and kind eyes that he had found numerous times on set. He looked up to you along with loving the suggestions and help Brad gave him on the drums.

“How long have you been together?” Wondered Owen with the cute little smile you found endearing. You felt happy that it was Owen that had pieced it together.

“Going on ten months now-“

“-and I’m only just now finding out!” Owen exploded jittery in his seat at the pairing he had wanted to get together since the unbreakable gaze multiple times on set, “God I love the world!”

“Just don’t tell anyone, okay? We want to keep this private; you wouldn’t have been told had you not figured it out.”

“More like hounded it.” Charlie muttered under his breath, slinking his arm around your shoulders as his right hand held his phone. You slapped the bare chest of the love of your life heart fluttering at the solid muscle as it always did, “We need to get together as soon as we can.”

“I’m so done. There’s nothing to do in Oklahoma man. So that photo from Tarnished Poet’s European tour was real?” Owen recalled the picture that had crossed his Instagram For You page a few months prior.

“Yeah. I flew over for two weeks having the best time watching my girl kill it on the stage, they destroyed the stage each performance.” Charlie gushed unable to hold himself from frantically telling Owen about you unfazed by your presence.

“Why am I so single!” Owen groaned flinging his head back, “Is it the whole living with my parents at twenty? Am I not established enough?”

“Nah, you’re just too boring.” Charlie quipped thankful he was out of reach of the taller boy earning a laugh from his side. Owen snickered with a quick retort to his fellow actor.

“Well I’d stay and chat, but my phone is at 10%, and I’m too lazy to find my charger.” Owen started waving as he hung up on Charlie without waiting for a reply.

Your lips twitched that the profanity that fell from your boyfriend’s lips at the abrupt end of the call. Owen was like that in the end, living in the moment to an extent. Charlie turned on his side to tug you into his side, uncaring of your task.

“You’ve slept enough.” You chortled at the clinging boyfriend you had.

“Do you think we should tell the cast? Owen will be bursting with the secret if we don’t” queried Charlie pining his gaze on the steadily flushing cheeks with a fondness, “They wouldn’t tell. I really want to brag about my hot rocker girlfriend.”

Your hand dropped the notebook to play with his hair, “We’ll just keep the relationship to close friends and our family.”

Too bad you didn’t place a bet with Charlie because two hours after the convo with Owen your phones harmonized together. Your iPhone showing Carolynn’s cute selfie while Jeremy called Charlie.

“You’re dating Charlie!” Carolynn practically screamed into the phone, completely excited, “Owen told Jeremy, and I have wife privileges.”

“Dude! How long?”

“Near ten months.”

“Damn, we missed so many chances for double dates, but hey now I know who you kept sneaking into the apartment. Not like the smug smirk, the next day and her stiff walking didn’t speak for itself.”

“Jer!” Charlie called out mortified yet also proud that you couldn’t walk the night after. Your reaction was to Jer’s blunt statement was to bury your face in Charlie’s neck, concealing the deep blush.

The two couples conversed a couple more hours before ending in the evening for food. The same routine would continue for the next few days with alternating between the cast. The day Julie and the Phantoms dropped on Netflix, you binged it. The acting was insane and the storyline paired with the songs? Beautiful.

The issue came when Episode 8 came with the tsunami of emotions as Luke shattered himself singing Unsaid Emily.

“Oh my god.” You sniffled shakily cupping your damp cheeks in your hands, “It hurts. He’s having this cathartic release while agonizing himself. His parents can hear him singing the song.”

Charlie tugged you into his side equally moved from the cinematic beauty Kenny’s team had done. Unsaid Emily was the most emotional piece of music you had ever written in your career; Kenny had fallen in love with it. His genius mind recreating the scene of Luke singing and changing his mother’s name to Emily.

“Sh.” Charlie soothed in your ear, rubbing circles on the small of your back crying along with you, “It’s just a show.”

“Where in the hell did you pull off that level of regretful sadness? Who hurt you.” You replied, breathing shakily as the scene. Your eyes still tearing up as Emily finally got a little peace back after losing her son twenty-five years in the past.

“I took inspiration from your story, and I watched a video with a bunch of people describing the last moment with their loved ones. Add some sad music and missing my family…well this happened.” Charlie explained gently pushing your hands away to wipe your damp cheeks in a soft smile, “You created the song. It’s your work that moved so many people.”

“I provided words and a melody. You provided emotion and bridge between Luke and the audience.” You retorted leaning closer to the Canadian boy so very much in love with him.

Charlie pressed another kiss to your forehead as you tried to pull yourself together but watching Luke and Julie try to touch? That shattered you even more. Luke deserved a hug, and he can’t even get one from his crush? Extremely tragic.

“Maybe we should write a song together.” Charlie suggested quirking up one eyebrow as his green eyes spoke volumes on his feelings no words could ever match. His long fingers playing your digits.

“I have a better idea.” You grinned, “I know season two hasn’t been confirmed but what if Jer, Owen, you and Mads write songs for the band? Give an authentic aspect to your characters and band. Do it together, in pairs and alone.” You breathed straddling him to ensure you had his full attention at the suggestion that lit a light in his eyes.

“You must be on to something.” Charlie acknowledged removing his phone from his pocket to use the group chat. In a few minutes, he had exciting suggestions for the song ideas, “I love you.”

“Love you too.” You replied, sitting back as he continued planning both via the group chat and FaceTime with the others.

Kenny was a genius both on screen and at matchmaking. As evidenced with Charlie and Kenny’s niece.

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[ahalal-uralma]

@oculus-de-malus tagged me to answer these 10 music related questions. Thank you for the tag!🖤

A song that makes you feel cool - I do not listen to music in the hopes it’ll make me appear or feel approachable through my tastes--music is an emotional and spiritual experience. I love any song that comforts me, inspires me, challenges my thinking; and so for that I would say E Nomine's 'Schwarze Sonne' exemplifies my overall feelings about music. It is defiant in sound and omnipotent in aesthetic. I love that there is no singular way to interpret the emotions and intentions behind the lyrics as it varies on semantics and symbolism.

A song that you can relate to - Frozen by Within Temptation. I grew up exposed to sexual abuse and domestic violence, from varying types of people, and this one will always resonate with those experiences. You feel trapped by it all with little hope of relief or escape--like your imprisoned in the ice age. I remember feeling like I wouldn't survive. But I did. It’s one of those songs I find to be bittersweet—it’s a testament to myself of what I have overcome, but a reminder of how much needs healing.

A song that your mom loves - She's a huge fan of Dead Or Alive and Aqua. I think every song for Dead Or Alive is her favorite song. It’s hard to make a singular choice without her confirmation on that one. As for Aqua, it would be a draw between Candy Man and Halloween, if I had to guess, simply for the reason she always played those specifically.

Your favorite song from a musical - I have so many of these, since I adore a good number of musicals. "Nature Boy" and "El Tango De Roxanne" by Moulin Rouge, "Greatest Show" and "Rewrite the Stars" for the Greatest Showman, "Things You See In A Graveyard" and "Zydrate Anatomy" for Repo! The Genetic Opera, "I Remember Stranger Than You Dreamt It" and "The Point Of No Return" from Phantom Of The Opera, "Once Upon A December" and "In The Dark Of The Night" for Anastasia, etc.

A song you never want to hear again - Song??? I have entire artist’s and genres I never want to hear again. I do not like emo or screamo genres. I refuse to listen to John Mayer, Justin Bieber, Justin Timberlake or One Direction. I do not like Tool, Creed, Lamb Of God, Avenge Sevenfold, System Of A Down, Journey, Pearl Jam, etc. I do not like Green Day, My Bloody Valentine or My Chemical Romance. The Beatles are an overrated group. And worst of the worst are the bands Nickelback and Blood On The Dancefloor....pure evil with no talent.

Your least favourite song from a band you like - I do not like to think about the bands I love like this, because maybe I do not feel a song resonates right now, but maybe at another point it could? I will probably feel it’s something I’m indifferent to if anything—in which case, there’s one song from the recent Birthday Massacre album I am having a hard time enjoying, which is very unusual because I usually love everything they make. I can’t get into their song Fascination. It’s just not clicking.

Your favourite song from the 70s - Angel Eyes and Gimme Gimme Gimme A Man After Midnight by Abba. I love many of their songs, but these two are under-appreciated in my opinion. Midnight Train To Georgia by Gladys Knight and the Pips is a classic. Pink Moon by Nick Drake is a great album. Also, since it’s only hitting on 1980, Magic by Olivia Newton John. She’s an angel and rules the 70’s/80’s. 🖤

A song you think is underrated - Let’s Get Rocked by Def Leppard or Return Of The Phantom Stranger by Rob Zombie. I feel like “Pour Some Sugar On Me” is over-hyped and overshadows every other great Def Leppard song, including that one. As for “Return Of The Phantom Stranger” it is just pure sex for the ears...can’t explain that in a clean way. Also, while we are talking about underrated music—Blutengel is an underrated band.

A song in a language you don’t speak: I could spend all month sharing the different songs I listen to but don’t understand, but for now I’ll give you one for Turkish Pop and one for Russian: Beyaz Sevda by Kendi and Не перебивай by Nyusha.

Your favourite song - I have many, but My Casual God by Black Nail Cabaret has my undivided attention until further notice (kind of a lie since I can’t go a day without listening to Type O Negative, Katatonia, Gemini Syndrome, Love & Death, and a few others, but shhhhhh). Some bands are a holy and religious experience and I’ll go crazy without them.

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[horseshoehate]

Gandalf Follows Evil Trey on Phish Tour

a/n: This is part 2 of my Lord of the Rings/Harry Potter/Phish fanfiction series. I hope you all enjoy very much.

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In the days that passed after the epic Phish concert and battle with Voldemort, and Gandalf continued to follow the band on their tour, hoping to keep an eye on Evil Trey. He saw that Evil Trey was struggling with the darkness that had possessed him during the concert, and he felt responsible for what had happened. He swore right there that he would do whatever it took to help his friend return from this darkness that had taken his heart.

One night, after a concert, Gandalf found Evil Trey sitting alone outside his tour bus, writing the lyrics to his newest song, "Evil Farmhouse." Gandalf approached him cautiously, unsure of how he would react.

"Hello, Evil Trey," Gandalf said, sitting down next to him. "How are you?"

"I'm doing okay," Evil Trey replied, taking a beat. "It's been a weird few days, you know?"

"It does not surprise me to hear that," Gandalf said sternly. "I have growing concern for your wellbeing. I fear that Voldemort's spell may have done more damage than you are letting on to your friends."

Evil Trey shrugged. "I don't know about that. I feel like I've been playing better than I have in ages."

"And you feel that this is worth doing at the cost of your mind?" Gandalf asked pressingly. "You were possessed by a dark magic beyond your control and it has poisoned your mind far worse than I had feared. Not to mention the fact that last night's Reba was a flub fest with a mid-tier jam ta boot!"

Evil Trey looked at Gandalf skeptically. "How can you you say that to me? You're just a jaded 1.0er who's mad that its not the 90s anymore!"

"Friend, I've seen this happen before," Gandalf said. "Time and time again, I've seen people delve into the darkest of powers and reach their lowest points. But I want to offer you support, Evil Trey."

For the first time since the concert, Evil Trey smiled. "You know what Gandalf? You're wrong!"

Evil Trey pulled out his new Languedoc, still hot off the line. It hummed with energy and was inlayed with the Black Speech of Mordor.

"I've turned a new leaf and I'm not ready to go back. I call this Evil Mar Mar, and I'm gonna do some fuckin wicked shit with it!" Trey explained, cackling in evil laughter.

"You know not of what you speak, Evil Trey! Dark magic resides in this instrument. Dark, ancient magic, the likes of which no mere luthier of man possesses the ability to place into a guitar!" Gandalf said, studying the axe.

"Oh Gandalf, you didn't think I was the only one turned evil by Lord Voldemort, did you? He got to Paul Languedoc soon after you cast him from the concert, and Paul set to work right away crafting me the most vile and elegant weapon ever to be possessed by a mortal! But he knew that he could not do it himself and so he searched for the only one powerful enough to help." Trey said, holding the guitar under the light so he could admire the details of it. "It was forged in the fires of Mt. Doom under the watchful eye of Sauron himself! I'm going to bust this bad boy out tonight, we'll see how evil 'Evil Phish' can get when I play my new evil songs on this thing!"

Gandalf knew that there was no way this would end well and he began backing away from Evil Trey. Though he knew it not, Evil Trey possessed a magical artifact most powerful. Gandalf knew that Evil Trey at least did not know its true potential, though to use a guitar made partially by the hands of Sauron showed the depths of his foolhardy naivety.

"Evil Trey, surely you must know that none but the hands of Sauron will this instrument answer to. There is not a being alive that can wield this." Gandalf warned, still backing away.

Evil Trey simply slung the guitar onto his shoulder and shrugged before playing a few licks. Though the guitar was not plugged in, it was as though he had cranked a stack of Marshalls to 10. The sound blew Gandalf's hat off of his head. The sounds of uncompressed rage eminated from the instrument. Evil Trey simply cackled as he saw the old man fall backwards in fright as he scrambled away.

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After that day, Gandalf stopped attending Phish shows. He knew it was a fool's errand to listen to the evil, twisted Phish songs that Evil Trey spewed from his guitar night after night, turning the crowd slowly into more evil and twisted versions of themselves.

The lot scenes became outright dangerous as the last of the fans' humanity drained. The rest of the band seemed not to care that their bandmate had turned evil. Gandalf theorized that they had perhaps recieved a lower dose of the evil-turning spells. Or that they lived in fear of what would happen if they got in Evil Trey's way. Gandalf shuddered to think it. Regardless, the band played on.

By now Gandalf knew that his bag of wizarding weed would be the least of his troubles. Things were now in motion that could not be undone. Sauron had launched a successful attack on the mind of the most influential musician in Middle Earth, and this was surely only the beginning.

Gandalf knew he had but one thing left to do. He must seek out the only man he knew to have more knowledge of the subject than himself. Someone who knew how to drive out this madness from his friend Trey.

Gandalf sought the council of Elrond in the east.

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pt 3: https://www.tumblr.com/horseshoehate/713646407445282816/in-the-house-of-elrond-gandalf-goes?source=share