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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years ago

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My mentor, my idol; Freddie Mercury x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well here’s a new update. Now before you all read this next chapter of the Rock Angel I want to point out something, this is ANOTHER past chapter so for all you newcomers here, this takes place before you reader-chan become the Rock Angel (well truthfully for this chapter it’s a bit of both). Now on the BoRhap/Queen masterlist I’ve got this in order of how to read it so if you want to do a binge reading of this series that has helped me bond with so many users on tumblr in my 3 years since getting Tumblr, be my guest :)

Plus I’ve been wanting to do this chapter for LITERALLY FOREVER. To really show more of Freddie’s bond with you as the Rock Angel both before and after you become said Rock Angel. I REALLY wanted to showcase that so I hope I did for any Freddie stans out there ;)

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*Feb. 2nd, 1981*

It kinda felt strange not going back to the studio anymore. After a 4 month internship, I was once again back in college with that internship with Miami and Queen under my belt. I was currently working on some homework (now that Adam had been kicked out of the apartment so that he could live with that bimbo).

As I was writing out my answer to a question, my phone rang. I stood up from the living room and picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

‘(Y/n).’ I smiled softly.

“Hi Freddie.”

‘Hello my little Rock angel.’ I shook my head at the nickname.

“So what’s the occasion for this phone call?”

‘What? Can’t a fabulous superstar call one of the best interns he and his bandmates have ever had?’

“Freddie you know I’m no longer your intern anymore.”

‘I know. But seriously darling. I miss you. We all do.’ I placed my hand over my heart.

“I miss you guys too. My days are quite boring now with just school and homework.”

‘Of course it’s boring darling because I’m not around you anymore.’ We both chuckled.

“You are so ridiculous.” I laughed.

‘But you know you love me.’

“I do Freddie. Very much. Truthfully, I wish the summer would come faster. I want to be with you guys again. To tour with you guys again.”

‘(Y/n) dear.’

“Yeah?”

‘You don’t have any plans this Saturday do you?’

“I mean I was gonna study for an exam I’ve got next Tuesday, why do you ask?”

‘Now I don’t want you to ask any questions, but come over to my place for a while. I want to do something.’

“Freddie what are you planning?”

‘I just told you, you can’t ask any questions!’ He chuckled. I shook my head.

“Right sorry. Umm……I don’t know Fred, I mean this exam is pretty important to this class.”

‘Come on. To make up for it I’ll send Brian and Deacy over to your place on Sunday to help you study.’ I did an internal debate in my head, weighing the pros and cons before I finally said.

“What time do you want me to come over?” I heard him cheer on the other side of the phone before he told me to be at his house at exactly high noon. I agreed and with that he reminded me to not be late or else he’d have Roger tickle me till the next generation.

The week went by fairly quickly and soon it was Saturday. I was thankful that this time around we had some sunny weather (between the cloudy or rainy weather, sunny days are rare in the mid-winter here in England). So I grabbed my keys and my helmet and proceeded to head out to Freddie’s place.

It took a while to get there (thanks London traffic) but just 2 minutes till noon, I finally arrived at Freddie’s place at Garden Lodge.

After getting access into the gate and parking my bike at the entrance, I walked across the front garden and walked up to the front door. I rang the doorbell and soon opening the door was the frontman himself.

“Ahh (y/n) darling. You managed to just get here just in the nick of time. I was just about to call blondie and let him know his new task.”

“Hilarious Fred.” I sassed back sarcastically as he allowed me inside.

I was—amazed at the inside of it. It was—huge! But beautiful. Like those mansions you see on the telly or in a James Bond film. There were expensive vases standing on a few pillars, tons of artwork and architecture that looked like they came out from ancient Japan, and almost everywhere there was some hint of yellow coloring in the walls.

Suddenly I felt something rub against my leg. I looked down and there was an orange tabby cat at my feet. He sniffed my right foot before rubbing his head against it and collapsing on the floor as he continued to rub against my shoe.

“Oscar, behave yourself we have company!” Freddie scolded. “I’m so sorry darling Oscar’s been getting this habit of wanting to rub up against people’s feet.”

“It’s no trouble at all Freddie, really.”

“I—I hate to ask this but you aren’t—allergic to cats are you?”

“Oh no not at all. I love cats.” I knelt down which startled Oscar for a second. I reached my hand out for him and he gently sniffed it before going in and rubbing against my finger, begging to be petted.

“Oh that’s good. I really do hate having to lock them up whenever I have guests that are allergic. Tiffany and Romeo especially hate it. Always wanting to mingle with everyone they meet, so don’t be surprised if they come up to you and want to sleep on your lap.”

“Thanks for the heads up.”

“Now then, if you’ll follow me we can begin our training.” He walked off without another word. Wait what?

“Training?” I said as I stood up following behind Freddie.

We now stood before a large music room with a grand piano (the very piano that goes on tour with them), a record player in the corner with a bunch of vinyl’s surrounding it.

“Freddie? Fred? Did-did you just say training?”

“Yes my darling, your training begins now.”

“What training?”

“What training?” he mocked me in a posh tone before stating firmly again, “Your rise to stardom training of course.”

“What?”

“Am I going deaf or something? I said—”

“No I heard you Fred, it’s just…..why?”

“Because (y/n) dear, you once said it was your dream to one day be amongst the greatest rock and rollers.”

“Yeah. A dream. Only in my dreams will that happen.”

“You sell yourself short darling.”

“No Fred, I’m logical about this. Because I know it’s true. I—can you honestly see someone like me up on stage?” his brow furrowed at my statement.

“Come with me.” He grabbed my hand and dragged me over to the bathroom where a large mirror stood over the vanity. “Look in the mirror and tell me who you see?”

“I see you.”

“Alright smartass, besides the fabulous me.”

“I—I see a girl who has too much imperfections, who sees why her douche of an ex-boyfriend dumped her for a slutty bimbo, and……”

“Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!” he tutted. “What was that?”

“The truth?” I said perplexed.

“No. That. That was bullshit. That’s not what I see when I look at you.”

“And just what do you see?” I demanded. Freddie pressed himself against me, leaning his head on top of mine as his arms wrapped around me.

“Who I see before me; is a strong young woman.” I scoffed. “I’m serious darling. You have been through so much shit in your life and yet you still stand before the world with your head held high and your heart open. Anyone who started off like you would’ve ended up either as a delinquent or cold-hearted. But you—you’ve managed to hold on to your sanity.”

He removed himself from me and continued as he now began to brush my hair back and even braid a few strands together.

“Not only that but I see a woman who can change the way music can be.”

“You really think so?”

“Trust me darling. You could be the next Gladys Knight, Stevie Nick, Aretha Franklin, you know how much I love Aretha. You could be up in the big leagues with them. Pouring your heart and soul out to the world through your songs. Showing people that even through hardships, they can still find the light at the end of the tunnel.” He finished the braid and placed his hands on my shoulders as he leaned his head against mine once more.

“But how can I when I can barely stand before you and the guys when you asked me to sing ‘Set it all free’ for you guys?”

“That takes time. Believe me darling you think that Queen’s first gig was with the number of people we’ve got now? Oh no. Every good performer starts off small before gradually getting bigger and bigger. And any artist that says they weren’t scared at their first gig, is a dirty, rotten liar. Back when Queen had their first gig in Truro city hall, I was scared shitless.”

“Get outta town.”

“No, no it’s true. You ask Rog and he’ll tell you that I nearly forgot the lineup for the songs we were going to sing. And Brian will tell you that I mixed up some of the lyrics to Keep yourself alive.” I shook my head.

“I don’t believe you.”

“But it’s true though.”

“But you always seem so confident on stage Fred. I—I’d give anything to have that kind of bravery on stage.”

“Well darling, believe it or not I’m not like that all the time.”

“Okay now I know you’re lying. I’ve seen how you act—”

“Ah tut, tut, tut. That’s only because I act that way towards people I really trust. Which includes you. Any other time like for interviews or TV appearances, all I want is to just go home and be with my furbabies.” I turned to fully face him and I asked him.

“Then how do you do it? How can you find the courage to get up on that stage almost every night?”

“Because of the audience. Most performers want to just put on a show but not make every single person out there a part of it. To make them feel like they too can influence the performance. As Queen, we make them feel like we belong to them and not the other way around. Plus it gives them a chance to get a taste of the heavens whenever we’re on stage.”

God……never would I guess that the Freddie Mercury could be a shy person, only to reveal his fun side to only those he was really close to and trusted with his life.

“Now darling answer me this; what helps you break out of your shell? I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” I looked down embarrassed.

“You’ll probably think it’s silly.”

“Try me.” He challenged. I looked up at him and his brown eyes shined with a serious intent. I exhaled heavily and muttered.

“It’s…..it’s dancing.”

“Dancing?” he questioned.

“Yep. Specifically when I can sing and dance.” Then the worst thing I had imagined came true, Freddie actually began laughing. I crossed my arms over my chest and said, “You said you wouldn’t laugh!”

“I’m sorry darling. Believe me I’m not laughing at you.” he said through his giggles.

“Then why are you still doing it?!”

“Because you and Deacy are more alike than you give yourself credit for.” I then let out a couple of coughs into his fist trying to rid of his laughter. “He told me the same thing comforts him whenever we go up on stage. Why do you think he does all those funky little dance moves of his? And you have seen him at parties right? Get some alcohol into him and a disco beat and you’ve got the concoction for Freaky Disco Deacy.”

I softly laughed to myself remembering all the times when Deacy did get a little shitfaced and he’d be dancing all crazily. Guess the two Leicester siblings have a lot more in common with each other.

“Now darling, what songs get you on your feet?”

“Well, I have always been a fan of Stevie Wonder’s ‘Don’t you worry about a thing’. I guess it’s the Latin vibes he puts into the song. Back then I never believed an artist could take another culture into their music, that’s really what inspired me to get into music in the first place.”

“But we do that too darling remember?”

“Well yes but to be fair the song came out before ‘A Night at the Opera’ when you guys really took in Opera, Folk song, and hard rock.” Freddie shrugged in agreement.

“Okay, so let me hear you sing it.”

“What?”

“You heard me darling.” God he really was persistent. But there’s no way out of this. I walked towards the piano and I said as I pointed out to it.

“May I…..”

“Absolutely darling.” I sat down at the bench and had an inner fangirl moment. Seriously how many people, like me, can say that you’re allowed to play Queen’s tour piano?

I played a couple of keys trying to find the right range I wanted to sing the song in. Tuning the piano as best I could before I took a deep breath and slowly began playing a ballet like-introduction. I turned to Fred who came to sit down beside me and he nodded telling me to start singing.

Softly I began singing the first verse of the song.

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Everybody's got a thing But some don't know how to handle it Always reachin' out in vain Just takin' the things not worth having

But don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama 'Cause I'll be standin' on the side When you check it out

“Not bad for a ballet introduction to the song, but now really give me that Latin spice you love about the song.”

“Fred…..”

“No buts darling, show me those mini-Deacy moves!” he quickly raced over to his record player and took a blank record on it and insert it on the vinyl player and soon a familiar record began playing.

Yes it was like the original Stevie Wonder record but it had a more upbeat rhythm to it. This was actually a record that I had made around my first year at college for an exam. The assignment for the final was to take a song and make our own spin to it without fully replicating the song itself. So I had picked Don’t you worry bout a thing and I managed to get a B+ as the final grade.

“Wait….how did you get this?!” I asked. “Did you steal this from my record collection!?!”

“You wound me darling of course I didn’t. It was Brian.” I glared at him. “Okay so Rog and I might’ve played it at your house last time you invited us over and he might’ve swiped it secretly so we could listen to it more. But darling this is brilliant and how dare you not share with us that you already made a spin of a fairly good song! So in truth it’s your fault it got borrowed.”

“You guys are gonna give me grey hairs very early.” I muttered.

“Don’t be so dramatic darling. You’re going to be an ageless beauty. Now stand up and give me your best moves. Less you want me to join you!” He pulled me up from the bench and spun me around till once again my back was against his front.

“No! Okay Fred I’ll—I’ll do something. But it’ll be……awkward actually performing my version in front of someone.”

“Little piece of advice for you darling that I once gave Deacy when he first joined Queen, for now pretend I’m not even here. Just allow the music to take control. Perform as you would in your bedroom. There’s no judgement from me.”

He spun me once again so that now I was away from him and he sat down at once of the loveseats near the piano. As the next verse began to play, I felt the music take over my body as my hips began to slowly shake from side to side and I sung the next verse.

This time feeling a bit more confident as my dancing became ore confident. I even threw my voice around from upper to lower register on the vocalizations. Swinging my hips, sashaying my shoulders and moving my head around.

They say your style of life's a drag And that you must go other places Just don't you feel too bad When you get fooled by smiling faces

Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, baby 'Cause I'll be standing on the side When you check it out When you get off your trip

Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing My dancing continued to get more passionate as my version of my favorite Stevie Wonder song began to take over me and I really tested my voice to hit the high soprano range I was once praised at during my last few years of secondary school.

When I reached the vocalization part of it, I just let my voice waver both up and down before finally hitting the highest note I could reach.

Everybody needs a change A chance to check out the new, yeah You're the only one to sees The changes you take yourself through Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, ooh!

In the future I’ll never know how it happened, but somehow I had managed to break a glass flower vase that sat at the other end of the room. As soon as we both heard that vase burst, I stopped singing and let out a shriek of fear.

“Oh my god Fred I-I-I-I’m sorry I’ve never once hit that note that high before I didn’t……”

“Seems Rog better watch out, there’s a new dog whistle register in town. And her name is (Y/n) (l/n)!” he jumped up from his seat and twirled me around in his arms.

“Freddie, Freddie put me down!” I laughed out. “So you’re not mad at your broken vase?”

“Oh never mind that darling, I just bought it cause it looked good, what’s really important is those secret pipes of yours that you have been hiding from us! Are you certain you’re not some ethereal being in human form?”

“No Freddie I’m all mortal.”

“Fuck, cause I swear it was really like listening to an angel. And your dancing ugh! Darling those people who call themselves experts especially in the Latin style of dancing better watch out. Both in his generation and in generations to come.”

“Stop it, you’re making me flustered!” I shied away.

“Never darling. I only speak the truth. You’ve got the moves, the talent, the skill, a little more work on the self-confidence and soon enough you’ll be up performing on stage in no time.”

“You really think so?”

“Darling, by the time you reach stardom, Stevie Wonder himself will be calling you up to perform his song with you together. Now what say we keep working on your stage presence?”

“Sure!”

“That’s my rock angel!” after embracing each other tightly, Freddie soon taught me all that he knew about how to command your audience and interact with them. How to make sure each one of them was just as special as the people in the first 4 rows were.

And how to most of all, have fun on stage.

*FF fall of 1981*

Freddie must’ve been psychic or something because shortly after everyone knew of the Rock Angel, and after fully performing my version of Stevie’s song. One guest at the part happened to be one of the Saxophone players for Stevie Wonder himself.

On a little show in America known as Saturday Night Live, Stevie Wonder was asked to be the special guest performer but he had asked the show that if it would be okay if two performers could play. NBC agreed and that’s when I got the call to perform alongside the man himself.

It was in the middle of a live show and I decided that for this special performance, I wanted to fully embrace the Latin vibe this song had.

So I was wearing a red bodysuit. It was skin tight and it exposed my stomach in a diamond shape from my ribs to my lower stomach. The suit was dazzling with sparkles, the sleeves crossed over around my neck in an X and I wore high heeled shoes that were used in Latin dance competitions.

My long hair was volumized and moussed up, and my eyes were given some special red sparkles to make my eyes pop. It was like I was a full Latin dancer performing on stage.

As I sang the rest of the song, I had finally gotten my whole body into the dancing and I got the audience to sing along to the last part (they had also been clapping along the entire song). I would occasionally look towards Stevie Wonder at the electric piano, and all he had was a wide smile spread across his face.

At the ‘papa-papa’s’ I soon began to do a Cha-Cha step backwards while having my hands up like I was in a boxing position. I would move my front arm to the beat two times before Cha-Chaing to show my other side and doing the same thing.

The audience was loving it as I made my dancing as sassy as I could, doing the wave with my shoulders and doing that sassy head movement.

Don't you worry 'bout a thing (A-a-ayy) Don't you worry 'bout a thing (A-a-ayy) Don't you worry 'bout a thing (A-a-ayy) Don't you worry 'bout a thing (A-a-ayy)

Oh! Pa-pa-p, pa-pa-pa-pa Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa Pa-pa-p, pa-pa-pa-pa Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa

Don't you worry Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama

'Cause I'll be standin' (I'll be standin' for you) Ooh, ooh, whoa Don't you worry 'bout a thing!

After hitting out that high note, and throwing my head back striking a pose the entire studio audience, the actors and even some of the stagehands were applauding for me. Through my heavy breathing, I looked around to see the audience applauding as loudly as they would at a concert arena, I turned to Stevie who clapped along with his backup band and backup singers.

Stevie came down to me and that’s when the guest host came up and closed off the show.

“Stevie Wonder and the rising star of England, (Y/n) (l/n) the Rock Angel! That is it for our show I’m Bernadette Peters, goodnight everyone!” I hugged both Stevie and Bernadette who both congratulated me on a job well done.

*Freddie’s POV*

As the credits rolled on the TV screen, I winked and said.

“That’s my Rock Angel.”

“Not bad for her first TV performance.” Deacy said.

“I just hope she doesn’t fall off the rock wagon and end up as one of those pop divas.” Roger said.

“Oh you rotter, let her be what she wants to be.” I bragged.

“She did phenomenal though. And with Stevie Wonder no less. He’s particularly picky about who sings his songs.” Brian said.

“Indeed.” Another voice spoke up. We all turned around and coming into the room was his majesty David Bowie. “So….that was the Rock Angel you never cease to stop talking Freddie?” he asked.

“It is indeed. What did you think of her David dear?” I asked.

“She’s talented. Far beyond her years.” He said with a grin.

“She’s our little protégé.” Said Brian.

“Oh no, no, no, no. She’s much too good for you lot.” David teased.

“Boys, we’re ready to continue with the song. David, we can start with your part first.” Said one of the producers peeking into the reck room. Deacy turned off the telly as David left the room to record our newest song he was working with us on. All the while, my thoughts kept going back to our special girl who was already making a name for herself since her performance in Madison Square Garden.

My little Rock Angel. She truly was flying high into the spotlight, and I’m honored that I could help her gain the confidence I knew she had in her. I knew at this rate, she was only gonna get bigger and bigger.

And I was gonna be sure to see every achievement she would get because she was my little Rock Angel

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stonerbughead · 5 years ago

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Maria watches friday night lights (#6)

Season 3 continues! 3x04-3x06~

let’s get it, under the cut:

-oh we have a COWBOY on the scene? Lovely.

-Correct, Cash, Tyra IS a goddess.

“You are a molder of men and i find that admirable and I find that sexy.” Tami and Eric Taylor invented marriage, crazy!

-I respect Julie’s game yo she’s out here tryna study with Matt. Get it, gurl! Get ya man back!

-aww Matt’s trauma with his mommm, my poor babe

-isn’t it funny how my posts were longer when the show was more off the rails? now you get why my Riverdale podcast works lol

-omg the way Eric Taylor has dealt with this Saracen/JD conundrum has been heartwrenching!

-it’s so wild that this Landry and Matt car scene, pulling into the school parking lot together, feels so full circle to the beginning of the show when Saracen was QB2 and never expected anything different to happen

-Tyra: “I’m allowed to have a boyfriend.”

“Didn’t look like a boy to me.” Yesss Tami stays calling out these adults preying on teens, we stan!

-omg Tim keeps quoting Buddy garrity’s dumbass quote about flipping houses I’m dead I cannot 🤦🏻‍♀️😂

-omfg billy, you are not doing business with GUY, the methhead roommate from season 2!!! Whyyy

-like come on how did you not know this was a bad idea?! This isn’t even the first time the Riggins brothers have sped away from this particular guy shooting at them!

-even with a baby, Jason is still boring. Like, his roommate Herc is more interesting.

-they give Tyra the wildest plotlines—a couple eps ago she was running for student body president and now she’s skipping school to hang out with a cowboy while indie folk music plays in the background?? I can’t

“It’s not a big deal, everyone has one.” “It doesn’t mean anything, its a tattoo!” is this Julie Taylor or my sister Sofia as a teenager bc I see no difference

-oh fuck not Matt’s mom finally wanting to go see him in a game the first time Matt’s QB2 since the first game of sophomore year 😭

-alright soooo excited for 3x06 which had Matt and Julie at a lake in the description. Teen drama goodness already guaranteed.

-ewww I don’t like the “have you found any cheerleaders you think are cute” comment from JD’s cringe mom. An adult being so involved in a 15 year old’s love life creeps me out. Anddd of course his controlling dad then follows up by saying JD can’t be serious about a girl! (meaning he’ll inevitably want to date a girl this season at some point)

-oh wow Landry’s metal band is still going strong?! Oop jk this is the scene where they break up?! I forgot it even existed!

-lol so Riggins is skipping school to work on this house but is still showing up to practice. Wild.

-are there fairy wings on this wedding dress Mindy is trying on????

-yes Julie and Matt taking advantage of grandma yelling at Eric Taylor in the grocery store to flirt! Here for this. Also LOLYES to grandma still hugging Eric Taylor by the end of the convo. “I can’t stay mad at you.”

-oh Jason you shouldn’t have ever gotten into this with the Riggins brothers 😭 omg Billy saying “I’ve worked construction before” all angrily then accidentally hurting himself a second later

-JD plays awkward freshman way too well

-JD’s dad in the locker room is so cringe tho omg, this poor kid already has it bad enough trying to fit in as it is!!!

-Ohhh there’s a cute girl trying out for Landry’s band ok I see you!!

-ayyy Jason’s baby mama’s a Jersey gurl? Represent!

-omg Saracen just came over and asked Julie to go to the lake after borrowing Landry’s car? They’re so cute! They’re both trying now awww I’m too soft~ we love loveeeee

-And just like that, Lyla and Tim adopted JD from the dance

-ah, andddd he’s drunk! These flip phones with the grainy quality filming in the party!! Are the early days of camera phones about to be the downfall of JD McCoy?

-OK that Matt and Julie frantic reunion makeout by the fire did NOT disappoint! Can I tell you how much this reminds me of the getting back together bughead scene in 2x12? See my separate post. TEEN DRAMA PERFECTION!!

-Ugh and the long soft kisses as they said goodbye when Matt drops her off I am 🥰

-Ah and they locked eyes in church the next day. Young southern love.

-ew why is jd’s dad ratting out JD for drinking to the coach for no reason? Like who the fuck do you think JD was drinking with, dumbass?

-Jason singing to his daughter over the phone was actually super endearing. I can tell this is the set-up for his exit arc, which is kind of sad bc I feel like he’s finally interesting to me lol but it does kinda feel in some ways like they didn’t know what to do with Jason’s storyline ever, is it just me?

cc anyone who has shown they care at all about this journey: @iconic-ponytail @lockitin @heartunsettledsoul @investigativeduo @miss-eee

#maria watches friday night lights #mine #friday night lights 3x04 #friday night lights 3x05 #friday night lights 3x06 #matt x julie

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thepinkwriterr · 6 years ago

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Lurking In Derry // Richie Tozier Chapter Three

It was halloween night and Makayla was getting ready to hang out with Richie.

There was a knock at the door. "Muh-muh-Mac?" "Yeah Bill?" "All of us are g-g-going to be hanging out and I wanted to k-know if you w-wanted t-to."

I sighed, the rest of the losers didn't know that you guys were dating yet, if you could even call it that. "I-uh-I...I guess so." I never missed the halloween hangout, and it would look weird if both Richie and I did.

I went downstairs and rang Richie,"Hey tuts, ready for the movie?" "Change of plans, we're hanging out at my house with the rest of the losers." Richie groaned,"Fine." I hung up and ran back upstairs. I took off my earrings and took my shoes off.

I went to Bill's door and knocked quickly. "Yeah?" "Rich is gonna come too." "Alright." I walked down the stairs and into the living room.

I sat on the couch and waited for someone to arrive. I was pretty bored this weekend, and needed a distraction. Richie was supposed to be that, but I guess the other losers could be too.

It was Twenty minutes until everyone should arrive. Ben and Stan will be on time,and Richie will most likely be late. Beverly will be early, and Mike will arrive ten minutes into the movie. It's not that he's intentionally late, like Richie, but it's because he lives outside of town.

There was a knock at the door. I walked over to it and swung the white door open. I expected to see Beverly, but instead it was Richie.

He was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. "Hey doll face." He smiled. He strolled into the house and sat on the couch. "I didn't expect you to be early."

"Well angel,I'm here." He smirked faintly, the corner of his mouth turning up. "For once." I laughed, walking into the kitchen to get snacks for everyone.

He followed me into the large white tiled kitchen. I put a bag of popcorn in the microwave and pressed the "popcorn" button. Richie pulled himself onto the counter and sat down next to me. I was standing next to him, staring off into space.

"Are you alright Doll face?" "Yeah," I sighed,"I just wanted tonight to be just us, y'know?" "It's okay babe. We can still have a good time." He snaked his arm around my waist. He kissed my neck lightly.

I moved away as I knew what this would turn into if I didn't. "Whatja' do that for?" He asked, sounding slightly offended. "I don't want to make out in my kitchen." I laughed. "Fair enough." He laughed as well. I kissed him on the lips quickly. I couldn't resist, his smile was too cute. "You're gorgeous." He smiled.

"So are you." I grinned, teasing him. He was smiling like a dork. I almost forgot about my popcorn! I pulled it out of the microwave and put another bag in. I got out a couple different bags of chips from the pantry and sat them next to the popcorn. When the other bag of popcorn was finished I grabbed a big bowl.

I opened the bags and poured them into the bowl. I did the same with the chips into two different bowls. Richie talked the whole time I did this.

"Beep beep Richie." "Sorry." He laughed. I walked out of the kitchen and set the bowls on the coffee table in the living room. The doorbell rang and I went to answer it.

It was Beverly, of course. "Bill, your love is here!" I called up the stairs. She laughed and sat down on the couch. "So when are the rest of the losers gonna get here?" "Not sure. I got lucky this one came early." I pointed to Richie.

He smirked,"I always come early when I'm with you." I rolled my eyes,"You're disgusting." "S-stop h-hitting on my s-s-sister R-Richie." Bill stuttered as he waltzed down the stairs. "No can do Billy." Richie smirked, putting his arm around my shoulders. I

rolled my eyes and took his arm off of me. "You're such a twerp." I ruffled his hair and smirked. I went back to the kitchen to get drinks for everyone.

When I got back Eddie was there and he was sitting next to Bill and Richie on the couch. "Hey Eds." I smiled, setting the container of soda's on the table. "Hey Mac." Eddie laughed at my nickname.

He hated when people called him 'Eds' but I was aloud to. Every time Richie called him Eds, he looked like he was ready to kill him.

I sat on the couch while Bill looked for a movie. He decided on 'Heathers.' It was one of mine and Beverly's favorite movies. We had both seen it a few times, but it was still as good. Mike, Ben, and Stan all got there a few minutes before we were going to start to the movie.

We all packed onto the couch and started the movie. About thirty minutes in I got up and went to the kitchen to get some water. Then, I went to bathroom.

On my way back from the bathroom someone pulled me into the hall closet. He pressed up against the wall and kissed me.

I pulled away,"Richie what the fuck?" I whispered-yelled. "What? I'm just kissing my girlfriend." He tried to go in for another kiss. "My brother and all of our friends are right out there! What is wrong with you?"

"I need your kisses." He tried to go in again. "Richie, come on." He gave me the puppy-dog eyes and pouted his bottom lip. I sighed, he knew I couldn't say no to that.

I pressed my lips into his. It was supposed to be a quick kiss, but of course, he turned it into a make-out session. "Richie..." I whispered. It came out like more of a moan, and he took it the wrong way.

He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist. Just then, the closet door opened. "Fuck..." I mumbled. "You guys are..." "Shh!" I knew Stan could keep a secret, but he still needed to be quiet.

We walked out of the closet and I snuck off to the bathroom to clean Richie germs off me. I got back and sat on the couch in-between Stan and Richie.

"When are you gonna tell Bill?" Stan whispered. "Shh..." I knew he could keep a secret, I didn't say he would. "Please Stan just... please." I whispered back.

I just wanted my private life...private! He turned his head and watched the movie. Richie kept trying to put his hands on my thigh, or hold my hand. "Stop it..." I whispered.

He pretended to not hear me and continued to try to touch me. "Richie..." I whispered again. He wouldn't stop though, of course I knew this would happen. I stood up and went to the kitchen, using the excuse that I needed more water.

I waited a few minutes before returning to the living room. There was five minutes left in the movie. Veronica and JD are having their final fight, and she was about to run his plan to blow up the school. I laughed at how ridiculous that idea was.

When the movie finally ended Eddie, Mike, and Ben left. Bill and Beverly laid on the couch and watched another movie. Richie and I quietly made our way up the stairs.

I think with Richie being here so much lately, Bill forgot he even had his own house. Richie would come over to hang out, play video games, study, do homework, sleep here when his parents were fighting. He spent six out of seven days here, actually. Sometimes he came to my house late at night after work and slept in my room.

He would never tell me why, just that he missed me, or just that he wanted to hang out. He was really odd lately.

We went up to my room and laid in bed. I laid my head on his chest and sighed. "What's wrong, babydoll?" He asked, wrapping his arms around me.

"Stan knows, and-and I know he can keep a secret, but I'm still worried." He started petting my hair, knowing this calms me down. He kissed the top of my head,"It's gonna be okay."

"I know. I'm just worried, y'know? Bill would be pretty upset if he found out from Stan." "He won't tell Bill." "I know. And-and the clown stuff. It's just a lot to handle right now." I sighed.

"I know, and I wish I could make it better. But I'll always protect you, no matter what." "Thank you."

We were quiet for a few minutes when I asked him about the first time he saw IT. He told me the story about seeing the werwolf in the school basement and he turned into a clown.

I told him about seeing Georgie in his room, and how he eventually turned into the clown. He didn't say anything, but I knew he was listening.

He always listened to me. And I always listen to him.

He started combing through my hair, smoothing it out with his fingers.

"Mac?" "Yeah." "I-I love you." "I love you too,Rich." I wrapped my arms around him and smiled into his chest. This is perfect

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timmyrx2000 · 7 years ago

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Dipper Steps Up: Chapter 6

Chapter Index: (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13)

Chapter 6

When Wendy and Dipper left the Shack, the sun had just set. The night insects had not yet tuned up, but bats twittered overhead and out in the forest the woodpeckers, who didn't give up until the light was almost gone, drummed away. "Where are we going?" Dipper asked as they stepped off the trail.

"Into the woods," Wendy said. "You bring a flashlight, dude?"

"Yeah, I have one of the prototypes Grunkle Ford made."

"Good deal. I got the one I use camping. We'll need light on the way back."

In the gathering twilight they hiked on, uphill and down, skirting thickets of huckleberry, boggy growths of cobra lily, and stands of trailplant, threading their way through second-growth fir and pine forests, passing expanses of tree stumps and seedlings. "Dad logs all through here," Wendy said in one clearing, the air sharp with the scent of freshly-cut wood. She switched on her own flashlight and said, "Not far now."

Finally, they reached the cleared crown of a domed hill. Stars spangled the sky overhead, lots more than Dipper had ever seen in Piedmont, where the light pollution from Oakland and San Francisco dimmed them. No moon yet—it was gibbous and waning and, because of the recent change to Daylight Saving Time, it wouldn't rise until nearly eleven.

Creatures howled in the distance. Like the panda duck that Dipper had tried to win for Wendy, the species were indeterminate. In Gravity Falls, they might be anything. Wendy stood beside a stump and took a deep breath. "OK, dude, I know you won't freak out, but this might be rough on you. Remember I'm here for you, though. Wanna hold my hand?"

"Anytime," Dipper said. Her hand was warm in his.

"OK, Gramps, I brought him!" Wendy yelled into the night.

Dipper looked at her, but she had turned off the flashlight and he saw only her silhouette against the stars. "Huh?"

"He said not to tell you till he got here. Gramps! It's me, Wendy!"

In front of them, a greenish fog coalesced. Floating a couple of feet above the ground, it pulsed and brightened and then shrank in on itself, transforming into a hulking, bearded human figure.

"Oh, my gosh!" Dipper said. "The ghost from the Northwest mansion!"

"Dipper," the apparition moaned in its deep, rumbling voice. "I have to talk to you. I mean you no harm!"

Dipper almost sagged with relief. "No problem, sir! Wendy, I'm not afraid of him. You look a lot better, Mr. uh, Lumberjack. Your beard's not on fire, and your missing eye seems to have healed up. And the, uh, axe in your head's gone."

"I'm not haunting anyone now," the ghost explained, self-consciously straightening the blow tie it wore on its . . . beard. "I have no wish to terrify. When you're a ghost, you can take many forms."

"Dude," Wendy said, squeezing Dipper's hand, "this is Archibald Corduroy. He's, like, my great-great grandfather!"

"I wondered about that!" Dipper said. "I saw his picture in your house—uh, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Corduroy."

"You treated me well," the ghost said. "I regret tricking you and then turning you into wood."

"That . . . was sort of scary," Dipper admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

The apparition shrugged modestly. "Well, I am a ghost."

"Yeah. Uh, excuse me, but I thought that after Pacifica let everybody in, you had gone on to, you know, your reward."

"I could not bear to leave this forest that I loved so much in life," the ghost said, gesturing with a sweep of his glowing arm that took in all the surroundings. "Also, once free of haunting the hated Northwest house, I wondered what had become of my family. I soon discovered I have a mighty descendant in Daniel, and a beautiful one in Wendy." The ghost floated next to Dipper and confided: "She likes you, boy!"

"Aw, Gramps!" Wendy said, laughing. "Cut it out, dude! Look, I brought Dipper, like you asked, so just tell him what you've got for him, OK?"

The ghost backed away from Dipper, towering over them both. "He's a brave, intelligent boy, Wendy. You could do a lot worse."

"I really like your great-great granddad," Dipper said to Wendy.

Wendy giggled. "You guys! C'mon, Gramps."

"Very well. Dipper, the root of your friend's trouble is another ghost from the past. An evil one. Well, I say 'evil,' I suppose I went a little overboard myself, but my anger branched out from the betrayal the Northwests committed against my friends and me—no, no, I'll cut that short. Forget it. I'm sorry for the bad things that came from my long hatred, leave it at that. But now an ill-intentioned spirit is trying to possess your fiend Taylor. If he succeeds, terrible things will happen. You have to stop him."

"How?" Dipper asked, his throat feeling tight.

"I'm a lumberjack, not an exorcist," the ghost said a little irritably. "You must discover the way to help. Speak to the boy's family. Seek out his mother. Tell her. She will sense the truth of what I've told you. And beware! The spirit that threatens your friend is implacable, his grip as strong as cypress roots!"

"Dude," Wendy said, "you have, like, a really good vocabulary for a nineteenth-century lumberjack!"

"Being an outdoorsman doesn't mean you have to be illiterate, girl." The ghost started to dim.

"Wait, wait!" Dipper said. "Uh, sir—who is the ghost? That would help!"

"You already know in your heart," the fading ghost said. "It is a spirit that wishes to reincarnate—for revenge!"

"Bill Cipher?"

For just a second the ghost became a little brighter and clearer. "Who? No! Think human!"

And Archibald Corduroy went out like a candle flame in a wind.

"Who did he mean?" Dipper asked in the sudden darkness.

"I'm stumped," Wendy confessed. "Man, Dipper, you took that whole thing a lot better'n I expected! First time Archibald appeared to me, I totally freaked!"

"When was that?"

"Fall, two years back, after you an' Mabes went back to California. Along in October. I was in the woods behind our house cuttin' down some deadwood for the fireplace, and there he was, floatin' right in front of me. I kinda attacked him with my axe, but that went nowhere fast. He eventually calmed me down and told me who he was and all, and said he was gonna watch over our family and protect us, and since then I never saw him again—until I started asking around about the Northwests. Few days ago, he appeared to me in a stall of the girls' bathroom at school. Now, that was awkward. Anyhow, he seemed to know you were gonna come to Gravity Falls and said I needed to get you an' him together so he could tell you something, and he said you might be scared, so not to let you know who I was takin' you to see. You weren't scared, though. Good for you, dude!"

Dipper shrugged. "Those first ghosts I ever saw, the ones in the Dusk 2 Dawn, scared the heck out of me. Mainly because of what they were doing to Mabel and your friends. But I've kinda learned that most ghosts don't want to hurt you. Who could be haunting Chuck Taylor, though?"

"Dunno, man," Wendy said. They'd both switched on their flashlights and were headed back through the woods.

They didn't talk much. But when the lights of the Mystery Shack gleamed through the trees ahead, Dipper stopped in his tracks and said, "Reincarnate. Oh, no!"

Wendy stopped too. "What's wrong, Dip?"

"No," Dipper said. "No, no, no. I hope I'm wrong."

"About what?" she asked.

He swallowed hard. "Nathaniel Northwest."

The rest of the week flew by without any substantial developments in the case. Grunkle Ford lent Dipper a few detection devices and taught him how to use them, and then Grunkle Stan drove the kids home the next Saturday.

They spent Sunday and Monday brushing up for the CAHSEE that the school would give on Tuesday and Wednesday, and to their relief, the tests didn't seem all that hard. "I hope you didn't get bored and start putting down random answers," Dipper told Mabel after the last exam ended.

"Nope!" Mabel said. "I learned my lesson after the test I took in fifth grade that said I should be busted to kindergarten."

Chuck had seemed OK, and that afternoon, their first practice since the early spring break, he recovered his playing form again, pitching hard, hitting hard, running full-out. The Thursday practice was good, too, and Dipper began to think that everything was all right again.

Saturday brought a big game with the Bay City Blues. Their win-loss record tied Piedmont's, and Coach said that the teams were a pretty close match in ability, too. The Blues had a good pitching staff, some good hitters, and typically racked up scores of five to ten points in a game. They weren't the most spectacular team, but like the Panthers they played a steady, relentless game.

Saturday morning, the game started out well. Bay City won the toss and chose to take the field. Their pitcher had game: he struck out both Mike and Petey with three pitches each, and Dipper began to think the Panthers were doomed to an early loss.

However, Chuck, looking healthy, belted out a solid double, and following him at bat, both JD and Barb managed singles, sending Chuck home for the first run of the game. Unfortunately, Jon J sent a sweet high fly ball deep into left field—and right into the fielder's glove.

Chuck's pitching began unsteadily. The first batter racked up one strike and three balls before hitting a single. The second man up got a double on the first pitch, putting the runner on third and ready to score. From the bench, Tripper watched Chuck wipe sweat from his face, kick at the mound, and then lean forward, looking determined.

Off on the sidelines, Mabel, in her cheerleader costume, acted subdued. The Panthers had a bigger crowd than ever—their away games had frankly pitiful attendance, just the kids' parents and maybe five or six students—but now the bleachers were nearly full of cheering kids and adults. Except Mabel's enthusiasm had ebbed. Dipper knew she was worrying about Chuck.

However, Chuck promptly struck out two Blues in a row. The next two batters both got on base, though, one single, one double. Then when Vance McCall stepped into the batter's box, Chuck took his time considering his first pitch. McCall was the Blues' best hitter by far.

And he proved it by pulling a low fly to far right field, where it hit and bounced, for a moment looking as if it would go straight to Petey DeFoy—but then it bounced again, taking a bad hop deeper into fair territory, making it hard to field.

McCall wound up standing on second base. The first two Blues scored, and there went Piedmont's lead. As though to apologize to the fans, Chuck struck the next guy out with three fast pitches.

Second inning began with X-Man getting a single, trying to push it into a double, and getting tagged out. However, then both Hi-Ho and Bobby made it to base—Hi-Ho successfully stealing second before Bobby's single put him on third. Dub struck out, and it was Dipper's turn.

He'd been working hard on his batting. He let a ball go by, choked up on his grip, and took a swing at the next pitch—and connected. It was a grounder, skipping just past the third baseman and running right along the foul line.

Miracle of miracles, it didn't cross the line, and Dipper made it to first! More, it took Hi-Ho home—Dipper's first RBI. For a moment, it looked like a Piedmont rally, but Big W's hard grounder was snagged by the Blues shortstop, who fired the ball home just in time for the catcher to tag Bobby out.

The Blues couldn't get anything going in the bottom half, and the second inning closed with a 2-2 tie.

The Panthers came to bat for the third inning. Coach sent Dipper and Krenk in as subs and asked Chuck how he was feeling. "I'm OK," he insisted, though Dipper thought he was sweating harder than usual. It was a dismal inning, three Panthers coming up to bat, two being put out, one getting on base, and then with Jimmy in scoring position on third base—Krenk went down swinging, one, two, three, to retire the side.

In the bottom, Chuck's pitching was noticeably slower and less accurate. Still, he held the Blues to just one run, though that put them ahead again, three to two.

Before the turnover, Coach walked out and asked Chuck, "You gonna be OK? I can pull you."

Dipper saw Chuck shake his head and heard him mutter, "I think laying off practice last week put me off my game. I'll stay in."

In the top of the fourth inning, Mike, first up, got a single, and Chuck matched it. Coach called for time out and said, "Pines, you're faster. Go in as a pinch runner for Monohan."

Though he felt a flutter of anxiety, Dipper did. He led off second, tense, ready to jump back if the Blues pitcher suddenly turned and threw to the second baseman. Like Chuck, the Blues pitcher seemed to have lost some steam, and JD blasted his first pitch into a hard liner into the gap and dug out on what looked to be a double—but the right fielder scooped it up and got it to first in time to hold him.

But Dipper, running full out, tagged third, saw the coach motion him, and, imagining the Gobblewonker nipping at his heels, blasted for home. He could hear Mabel, not leading a cheer, but just screaming "Go, Bro, go, go, GO!"

The catcher stepped up, mitt raised, and Dipper fell into a slide, raising dust. The ball smacked the mitt. Dipper's cleats touched home plate, the catcher tagged his calf, and the ump yelled, "Safe!"

The crowd went wild. Well, mostly Mabel went wild, but still. He had tied the game again, 3-all.

There the Panthers lost their luck. One man out on a pop fly, and then a double play ended their chance to pull ahead.

Chuck didn't look as if he felt well when he stood on the mound. But he bore down and struck out the first two Blues at bat—the second out was actually their first man in the rotation. Then he got two strikes past the third batter—and as he wound up for the third pitch, all at once he tottered and went down on one knee, the ball on the ground, his right hand going out to brace himself. He croaked, "Coach!"

Waylund, Dipper, and the other Panthers hustled out. "What's wrong, Chuck?" Coach asked.

"Real dizzy," Chuck gasped. "Better take me out."

The crowd applauded as Waylund helped Chuck to the dugout, and Dipper saw Mr. and Mrs. Taylor coming down from the bleachers, looking anxious. Waylund sent in Jon J as replacement pitcher, and he did his best, but Chuck's second near-faint had shaken up him and the other Panthers, and Jon J let another two Blues batters on base before the next one got a single, pulling the Blues ahead by one run. Then he pulled it together and struck the last man out.

Dipper hastily trotted in to ask Chuck how he was feeling. Chuck, huddled on the bench, shrugged miserably. "We'll take him back to the doctor," his dad said.

"Not until the game ends," Chuck said firmly. "Just a little dizzy."

It might have gone better if he'd gone then. The Panthers, keenly aware that Chuck was sick and was watching them, lost their concentration. They fought the game out, even managing another run in the top of the seventh, but it ended with a Blues win, 9-4.

Dipper had missed an easy catch and had fanned three pitches, striking out in the worst way possible. As soon as the game ended, the Taylors took Chuck away—he was walking under his own power, at least—and the team morosely apologized to the coach.

"Forget it, men," he said. "I'll stay in touch with the Taylors and get word out to you if it looks serious. Let's hope it isn't."

"We're all hoping," Mabel said. She had come into the dugout, and tears stood in her eyes.

In the back seat of the family car, as their mom and dad stood outside talking about the game—and probably Chuck's illness—Dipper said to Mabel, "I'm going over to the Taylors' this afternoon."

"I'm coming too," she said.

"If you want. Listen, do me a big favor. You get Chuck and his dad aside somehow. I have to talk to Mrs. Taylor."

"About what?"

Dipper's voice was grim: "About a family ghost."

To be continued

Note from the Authors: This was just an idea I had but the one who really worked his magic and wrote almost all of this is none other than BillEase. He’s an amazing author who usually hangs out at fanfiction.net. Don’t pass up on a chance to check out his stuff. This guy is AMAZING. He wrote the story, I just gave the plot.

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baekwin · 4 years ago

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Hello! I’m so sorry it’s been a while since I wrote! I kept checking your Tumblr and didn’t see the response so wasn’t sure if you got it and I was going to message but rl got in the way and I haven’t been able to properly check. And then you changed your url and I was having trouble getting to yours for some reason. But here I am! I hope you’re doing well! (1/?)

Jongdae does so well in his songs. I was really hoping for more of a rock-type song for some solo he would do but he always gets the ballads, so his emotions is shown throughout. I can’t wait for his return! I was so happy to see their enlistment picture and that Junmyeon even showed up!!! - (2/?)

unsure if there was a (3/?) but if there was, tumblr ate it, sorry 😭

They definitely choose us! Right now I am leaning towards Baekhyun (but I’m sure it’s because he’s the most active on social media and things that are being given to us) but Chanyeol with the Heart4U and everything else he’s doing, I’m like, my heart!!! Hahaha But my best friend keeps sending me Baekhyun she knows “I like” so I end up cooing over them. Like how do people choose just one bias and stay with them (when all of them have something to offer T_T) - (4/?)

He’s white haired now! I’m glad he got to play with some “real” gamers. It was cute to see him fanboy with them as they fanboy over him? He’s the cutest. Well, if I’m being honest, I don’t really follow SuperM minus Kai and Baekhyun so when they went to San Diego (I was alone) and it was a different experience than EXO since I like all of them. Then with my friend in San Jose it was a lot more fun since she would likes more of them than me. How long was your hiatus? - (5/?)

I’ve tried to stay away but EXO brings me back each time. Like with all the enlistment, you would think it would be easy, but with Minseok and Kyungsoo coming back, I’m like, oh, hello… hahaI definitely want to travel to Japan and Korea when the pandemic is over! I’ve been to two EXO concerts in Japan and I love the experience. It’s so much better than the States… like yes, taking videos/pictures isn’t allowed but they interact a lot more (in my opinion) and I can see a lot of things more (6/?)

I do want to experience a concert in Korea too but at the same time, I get a bit scared about it because seems more extreme. Besides Japan and Korea, where would you want to go? What’s your favorite season? Or maybe even color? I’m trying to figure out what to do still and random questions might help haha or better, what era do you like the best with Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and/or both? Haha (Oh I asked before I reread your answer where you mentioned exactly the era and color haha!) (7/8)

How’s your week been going? I had to travel for work — I’m working in another state to be with family during this time but work doesn’t really know so I had to come down to make an appearance haha so I’ve been in a hotel for the week but it’s nice, just pricey hahaI hope all is well and I’ll be back sooner this time! (I hope I didn't forget to click ask anonymously because this was so many *oops*) - 8/8 ss anon 🤶🏻

hi ss anon!! omg i’m so sorry that the url change confused you akjsdhfjh it was just winwin’s birthday a couple days ago and i got caught up in simping for him 😔 but i’m glad you found me again! i’m putting these under read mores and also tagging them with "ss anon 🤶🏻” if you want to find them easily! and i totally understand rl getting in the way, hope everything is going okay for you and no pressure to respond to me immediately ❤️ although you are very sweet and fun to talk to and i look forward to these hehe

yeah it would be cool to get some more rock and other genres but i guess he really is the ballad king so it makes sense. I just hope that he enjoys singing them as well! and yes omg it was so nice to see junmyeon there, he is so caring to take a day to come see jd off.

ofc i completely approve of leaning toward chanbaek because what kind of chanbaek stan would i be if i didn’t?? i haven’t watched heart4u yet because like you, real life is getting in the way right now, but hopefully i can this weekend! and yeah they’re all wreckers otherwise! i was briefly being wrecked very hard by sekai and tbh as soon as kolo starts i’m sure jongin will worm his way back there, rip

he does!! i actually like the white hair with the greyish purplish tint it has right now, i wonder if he’ll go even lighter or if this is it! for the sake of his scalp i hope this is it kjdfjhd i didn’t watch the gaming broadcast myself but i’ve been seeing the gifs of it and yeah omg it was so cute that he got to play with them and how he got flustered when they were fanboying ahhh he’s so baby sometimes i love him!!!!

i think superm was partially my gateway drug into wayv/nct lmao like obviously i loved exo and shinee already, but after getting back, nct was completely new to me! but now bc of superm i love ten v much 😭ooof my hiatus was soooo long, the kind you don’t usually come back from LMAO i think about 6 years give or take? i was here from about 2010-2014 and then when i went to college, real life took over and i disappeared. but here i am again because apparently even when you leave, you can’t leave 🤡

omg the way i would die to see exo live....i saw exo-m at kcon, like the very first kcon, but i would love to go to just an exo concert. that’s cool that you’ve been to a couple and kind of surprising that it’s so different than concerts in the states, i don’t think i ever realized that!

hmm besides japan/korea I definitely want to to new zealand again at some point, it’s so beautiful there! and i’ve never been to spain, that’s been on my list for many years too. where are your favorite places you’ve been/places on your wishlist? my favorite season is summer!! spring is a close second, i love my sunlight 🥰 my favorite colors are honestlyyyy kind of boring, i love navy blue and grey and black lmao I’M SORRY but i do appreciate bright colors a lot, i just don’t think I have the right eye to make them look good! so i just avoid them lmao. not to reveal my Age or anything but I think my favorite baekhyun era would have to be mama :( it’s so nostalgic for me because that’s when i first fell for him so hard. as soon as what is love came out, i was a goner. in more recent eras i think un village though (do solos count?) and for pcy, i think my fave era is obsession actually! i am fully floored by that rap every time i hear the song, he’s unreal. also the pink hair was very cute.

my week has been alright! nothing much interesting going on besides job hunting - currently unemployed and trying to change that but job hunting is v demoralizing, so i’m here a lot for some laughs and smiles and music from my bois to keep me sane. oh man i hope work isn’t being too hard on you or anything, hopefully making an appearance in person will help. i used to be so scared of staying in hotels alone until i had to do it for a few work trips, and now i honestly find it kind of nice! hopefully you’re able to travel back to your family safely ❤️

#don't mind me rambling again #ss anon 🤶🏻#ask

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sunartworks · 6 years ago

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Age is just a number, style is just in trend and fashion is in the gene.

Sixty-one is an unusual age to become a style icon. But that’s exactly what has happened to Sarah Jane Adams, an Australian whose ability to mix Adidas sportswear with tropical prints and pieces she has collected on her travels and with her new book that is celebrating stylish older owner all over the world, has made her the star of older and wiser.

There’s no reason to stop caring about fashion after a certain age. Instead of resigning to so-called “age-appropriate” clothing, why not start developing your own sense of style at 50 or older?

Maybe you grew up in a very conservative environment, so now is the time to explore fashion and learn more about style icons like Jackie Onassis, Jane Birkin or Audrey Hepburn. Seth Cohen told Vogue magazine, “Advertisers are silly not to focus on such an important and large segment of the population. ” I completely agree. I have no idea why designers and retailers don’t care that women age 50 and older control a net worth of $19 trillion and own/control between two-thirds and three-fourths of the nation’s financial wealth. Between the ages of 55 and 64, they spend more on apparel than any other age group. One of the keys to dressing well after 50 is to make choices that are in the realm of classics. Banana Republic recently launched a line that is inspired by the 1960s drama “Mad Men.”

The reason it works is because modern takes on the classics never go out of style. And we all know fashion goes in cycles. That’s certainly not to say that you need to dress in a boring way. Style, after all, is about capturing your personal essence. Cohen also told Vogue that many of his subjects – “use their life experiences to inform their clothing choices” – a context that provides a richer fashion statement that is trend-proof. If you can….treat yourself to tailored or custom-made clothing, but most importantly focus on quality and fit. It’s your time to thrive and clothes that you feel great in will help you exude confidence. Most of all – have fun. As Ralph Lauren once said, “Style is very personal. It has nothing to do with fashion. Fashion is over quickly. Style is forever.”

How to dress in your 50s

Let’s face it, you’ve achieved great things personally and professionally by the midlife marker, but you’ve still got lots more you want to do. Own it, and show every other man on the street where you’re heading by keeping your style game strong. Don’t be one of those men who lets his style slide when he hits the big 5-0. You’ve got your look and the vast majority of your wardrobe in place – now’s the time to finesse what you’ve learned both in the workplace and outside of it. Firstly – and most importantly – the key to dressing in your 50s is to make sure your clothes fit right. Go through your existing arsenal and make sure all of it slips on easily – not just so you look good in them, but also so you feel comfortable whatever situation you’re dressing for. One word of advice: trainers become increasingly tricky to pull off as you verge into the latter 50s – especially those of the more brightly coloured designer variety – so make sure you invest in an enviable array of smarter shoes that are still comfortable.

Loafers and monk straps in a selection of colours would be a great start, but also go for slip-on Chelsea boots, driving shoes, deck shoes and smart suede espadrilles. And if you do still require trainers, still to sleek classics in block colours, such as those from Lanvin, Common Projects, Bally or some good old white Adidas Stan Smiths (try JD Sports).

How to dress may seem challenging when you’re living on a fixed income, clothes often seem designed for bodies years younger than yours, and some days you’re not sure if it matters. The good news is that there are few rules besides pleasing yourself.

The most organized among us shop all year long. Gifts are stored on the top shelf of a closet or some other safe dry hideaway forthe special day.

We Can Dress with Style At Every Age Dressing stylishing no matter what our age is easier than ever to do beautifully, fashionably, and with a dash of fun. If you haven’t overhauled your wardrobe in a while, this is the place to start the journey of creating a clothing palette that expresses who you are today. Women’s clothing styles are more diverse and accepting of individual preferences than ever. No longer does a narrow group of top designers dictate how to dress. Look past the young models’ svelte bodies; you will find an increasing selection of fashions fit for the Older Goddess. Knowing your personal style can help you to create a pulled-together wardrobe. Take the fashion archetype quiz to find out your personal style. Fashion After 50 will show you how to pull together a look that’s flattering, fits your lifestyle and budget. You belong here if:

You don’t have the time or the desire to shop endlessly for clothes for older women. I’ve selected every retailer on this site for the range of sizes offered, comfort and style.

You’re not sure how to dress so fashions advertised on thin, beautiful bodies and young faces will look good on you. Fashion After 50 includes suggestions about styles that will flatter certain body types and wardrobe suggestions.

You never see fashion advice for women that adapts contemporary styles to your needs. You’re in the right place now.

Ageless fashion advice for women starts when we recognize our inner goddess — the timeless spirit that illuminates each of us.

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Sensor Sweep: Celtic Fantasy, Donald Wollheim, Creepy Magazine, Hideous Creatures

Popular Culture (Men of Violence): Historical fiction special! Vikings! Roman soldiers! Pirates! Swash-buckling soldiers of fortune!68 pages, all colour, packed with reproductions of rare and unusual paperbacks.Articles, reviews, interviews and features on Casca, Gardner Fox, Henry Treece, Talbot Mundy, Rosemary Sutcliff, Rafael Sabatini and forgotten cover artists.

Fiction (DMR Books): Awhile back, Dave Ritzlin here at the DMR blog asked me to recommend some good Celtic fantasy fiction. Today being Celtic New Year’s Day, it seemed appropriate to start off the New Year with a list of quality Celtic fiction.

To be honest, I can’t say that I like the vast majority of the fantasy which has been marketed or labeled as “Celtic.” As the late, great Steve Tompkins noted long, long ago, “cheapjack Celticism” has reigned o’er the land of Celtic fantasy since at least the 1980s. Languid, matriarchal tree-huggery tends to be the order of the day in most “Celtic” fiction, with the authors in question either being pig-ignorant of Celtic history and culture or cherry-picking to suit their (boring) take on the subject.

Fiction (DMR Books): Don Wollheim died on November 2, 1990, leaving behind him a sword and sorcery legacy that has never been matched. In the rarefied Valhalla of S&S editors/publishers, Wollheim sits enthroned at the high table. He debuted or “broke out”–as in, “their first big splash in the paperback market”–more enduring and important characters in the S&S

pantheon than any other editor/publisher. It is as simple as that.

Anime (Walker’s Retreat): Any Space Opera taking queues from Japan will not fail to acknowledge the Macross franchise. Starting in 1982 with Super Dimension Fortress Macross (which many of you known as the most popular part of Robotech), this is the #2 Real Robot franchise in Japan and has been since its debut (following the king that is Gundam). The consistent presence music as a power unto itself, the love triangles that drive the relationships, and their combination in the form of music that has now had inter-generational influence in anison and J-pop (and brought about the rise of Living Goddess Yoko Kanno).

Lovecraft and Gaming (Yog-Sothoth.com): My latest scrape of the internet reveals that Hideous Creatures: A Bestiary of the Cthulhu Mythos for Trail of Cthulhuhas been released. Kind of. Hideous Creatures… is officially on pre-order at Pelgrane’s web site, but an article comment reveals that you’ll receive the PDF as soon as you place the pre-order for the print edition. – That means it’s out. – The content is there for you to purchase and peruse now; the fact it’s digital bits rather than the 352 page hardback doesn’t alter the content (just the way it may be consumed). If you’re after a new bestiary of Cthulhoid creatures then have a look at Hideous Creatures… Pelgrane promises you something a little different.

Books (Atomic Junk Shop): Your Favorite Book Cover:

Oh my God that is an awful question for someone like me. I can’t decide. It really depends on the genre and the artist and what kind of mood I’m in that day. The best I can do is narrow it down to a few favorite artists. I think the artist that perfectly captured the spirit of the story more than anyone else is Gino d’Achille with his covers for the Edgar Rice Burroughs Mars books.

Fiction (Frontier Partisans): I was in the mood for some fun, for a read that strums the right chords but isn’t related to a project or anything that feels like work. That can be a problem for me. I tend to put way too much weight on my choices of fiction. Pondering this in preparation for Running Iron Report podcasts, I realized that I kind of expect a novel to rock my world, always seeking that visceral hit that I got when I was young and a novel would go to my head like strong wine. Chasing the high and most often finding myself dissatisfied.

It’s why I read very little fiction these days. I really don’t read just for funanymore. And that’s just stupid. I needed to get out of my own way and simply enjoy a yarn.

Over the weekend, I kept running across an author named Jonathan French and a book titled The Grey Bastards.

Comic Books (Paint Monk): Robert E. Howard is best known, and deservedly so, for Conan of Cimmeria, but he was a prolific author who wrote in several genres. While he arguably created the sword and sorcery tale, he also hammered out a staggering amount of pulp fiction, including westerns, boxing stories, detective yarns, and horror tales.

One of his best horror works was “Out of the Deep”, posthumously published in Magazine of Horror #18in their November 1967 issue.

Fiction (Tellers of Weird Tales): Before Spider-Man and Superman, before Marvel and DC, even before comic books, there was the word superhero. (1) My hypothesis is that the word and the concept originated in the 1890s, give or take a decade, just as so much of our popular culture originated at that time. In order to test my hypothesis, I have used an online search engine/database/index of newspapers dating to the nineteenth century. I can’t say that the newspaper articles I have found were actually the earliest occurrences in print of the following words. Even if they’re not, my guess is that they’re close, as ideas, concepts, and memes seem to arise at a certain time, often in a certain place, and in a certain society or culture.

Cinema (Sacnoth’s Scriptorium): John Boorman’s Lord of the Rings

In 1970, The Lord of the Rings was everywhere, its eco-friendly escapism dovetailing neatly with the communal mindset of the post-Woodstock era. A film was inevitable, and rights-holder United Artists turned to John Boorman, a British director with a passion for Arthurian fantasy and – more importantly – a moderate hit under his belt in Point Blank. Joining forces with the young screenwriter Rospo Pallenberg, Boorman turned out a script that covers all three books, runs to 178 pages and is, without question, one of the weirdest documents in existence.

Comic Books (Pulp Archivist): In 1947’s Writer’s Digest, Stan Lee, then editor of Timely Comics, writes in his “There’s Money in Comics”:

One point which I can’t stress too strongly is: DON’T WRITE DOWN TO YOUR READERS! It is common knowledge that a large portion of comic magazine readers are adults, and the rest of the readers who may be kids are generally pretty sharp characters.

Comic Books (Paint Monk): Few comics had the impact on me that Creepy did. The first issue I got my hands on was issue 4 of the magazine, dated August of 1965. I hadn’t even been born yet when this issue dropped, but I happened upon it at a flea market we used to visit when I was a kid and remember vividly seeing that Frank Frazetta cover for the first time.

Gaming (Niche Gamer): Publisher Skybound Games has announced they’ve cancelled the planned physical release of Hollow Knight.

The August-announced retail version of the game is now longer happening. Here’s a statement from Skybound:

“We are saddened to share that we’ll no longer be working with Team Cherry to bring Hollow Knight to new platforms. We absolutely love the game and wish Team Cherry continued success. We look forward to seeing what’s next for them.”

Here’s a rundown on the game:

Popular Culture (Kairos): Author JD Cowan offers a grim prognosis on the fate of pop culture based on Hollywood’s manifest inability to connect with its audience.

The Predator is a shallow, spiritually dead movie of stolen imagination and rehashed ideas with a message that could only have been thought up by someone too pathetic to grow up beyond adolescence. And it was written by someone who was there when the original film was being made. And not a talentless man, either. He wrote the original two (and best) Lethal Weapon films as well as Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. He knows action and how to give the audience what they want.

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