#pairing!freebird

[sunbloomdew]

my pookies

[papaya-twinks]

Helloooo!!!

Sooo, I am sure that everyone saw the lie detector video with Oscar

And I got this idea, that y/n is Oscar's race engineer, and he got questions like

" does it please you greatly that y/n is your race engineer and not Lando's?"

" Are you afraid of y/n?"

Or like

" y/n defends you like crazy, do you get butterflies that she cares about you that much?

And Osc is like yeeeah, and he blushes like crazy??

And twitter goes crazy?

Warnings: none

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

At that current time, Oscar wished he had never said yes to doing the lie detector test. You were his race engineer, the woman he’d look to for questions and advice whilst driving, and it was safe to say he trusted you with nothing short of his life. But the questions he was getting asked? Well, they were embarrassing. For him, not you, of course. 

You were known for your sharp tongue, not in a bad way, quite similar to Max’s engineer. People couldn’t help but comment that surely Oscar would be a bit scared of you, no? “Are you scared of Y/N?” Simon asked, a deep red colour coating his cheeks at the question. “Uh, no,” he said, voice WAY too high. “Lies,” Simon grinned as the monitor reading came through. 

“Any reasonable person would be scared of her,” Oscar grumbled as Ross, the man dictating the lie detector, laughed. “Ross, no emotion,” Simon warned him. “Would you rather have Will Joseph, Lando’s engineer, or Y/N?” Simon asked. Oscar snorted, raising an eyebrow at the question. “What kinda question is that? Y/N all the way,”. 

“No offence to Will,” he added hastily. Simon nodded, confirming it was true. “We all saw the results in Miami,” Simon said, Oscar’ face pulling into a grimace at the memories. “Great recovery drive,” Simon added, “we saw Y/N defend you like CRAZY,” he grinned, “are you thankful for that? Does it give you butterflies?”. Oscar knew there was no getting out of that one. “Yes,” he nodded, his cheeks flushed red. 

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caption: Have YOU seen Oscar Piastri’s lie detector test?! 🤫‼️

user1: it was jus oscar being soft for y/n LMAO 🤣 

user2: y/n x oscar!!

oscarpiastri: biggest mistake of my life 

-> y/n: the biggest mistake of your life was bahrain 2023 

-> oscarpiastri: stop it ✋ 

user3: OSCY/N

landonorris: his face looked like the ferrari #cringe

-> y/n: just stop talking 

-> oscarpiastri: who gave the little victorian orphan wifi

-> landonorris: #cringe #single #freebird 

-> user4: what’s Lando trying to insinuate 

[undead-supernova]

HIGH TOLERANCE

Masterlist

important note: this is a one-off of my High Tolerance series! I suppose you could read this first, but I think reading the whole 5-part series first would be more fun hehehehe

plot: when a cute guy with curly hair asks you to be his best friend, how can you say no? how do you look away when your whole life has been altered by this one instance? In other words: This is how Eddie and Weirdo met.

pairings: modern!bestfriend!Eddie x bisexual!fem!reader

warnings: drinking, cigarettes, pure fluff

wc: 3.4k

additional note: this cover of Whitney Houston's "I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me)" was a biiiiig help with tone and vibe hehe

         “And we'll have Halloween on Christmas.

         And in the night, we'll wish this never ends.

         We'll wish this never ends."

You swayed around in circles, careful not to let the microphone cord wrap around your block-heeled Mary Janes. The minimal drums and guitar kicked in, with the faded background vocals echoing I miss you. Your pleated black skirt swayed around you, following your lead.

This was your favorite Tuesday Karaoke genre, the emo and pop-punk throwbacks being your jackpot. It was a classic go-to for you, the meme-ification of the song riling you up even further. And you were going to prove it.

“WHERE ARE YOU?” you nearly screamed, too excited to get to your favorite part. You imitated Tom DeLonge’s voice, concentrating on getting it right. Maybe a little bit more than you should’ve, but— “AND I’M SO SORRY! I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight!”

You really thought that the meme of it all would bring the five drunks here together. That you’d earn at least a chuckle from someone other than the bartender. But maybe you’d miscalculated your audience. Because everyone was sitting, mainly ignoring you as they either talked to each other or stared at their phones.

But was that going to stop you? Fuck. No.

         “Don’t waste your time on me.

         You’re already the voice inside my head.”

“Woo!”

You glanced over at the voice to see some guy standing there. A very attractive some guy, with long curly hair and bangs. A tight t-shirt hidden by a leather jacket with…a denim vest over it? His hands were stuffed in his pockets, but that didn’t stop him from shimmying both his shoulders and swinging his hips around. Rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet as he danced. 

He was paying attention to you. Why was he of all people paying attention to you?

You couldn’t deny that you liked it, liked the way he moved no matter how stupid it looked. So, you decided to give him a show, pointing at him as you came in for another round.

         “Don’t waste your time on me.

         You’re already the voice inside my head.”

He pulled his hands out, cupping them around his mouth. His many silver rings and chain bracelets shone in the light, along with sparkly blue nails.

“Do ‘Freebird’!”

That made you laugh harder than you thought you’d ever laughed before, having to pull the mic away from your lips from the sheer volume that erupted from you. And above the sound of the music, you could hear his guffaw of laughter mixing with yours. 

When you looked back at him, a huge grin on your lips, you couldn’t help but feel something tingle in your stomach. Like a small fizzle, something resembling a firework that sputtered out almost immediately after being ignited.

         “I miss you."

You replaced the mic back on its stand before stepping down from that shitty excuse for a stage. Immediately, you were face-to-face with this pretty guy.

“Hello, it’s amazing to meet you,” he said.

You smiled. “Likewise. Thanks for being my biggest fan.” Gesturing around the nearly empty bar, you added, “Tough crowd tonight.”

“Oh, I gotta get your album autographed. And your mixtape. And the collector’s edition.”

“Oh my god.” You giggled as you shook your head. “You’re too kind.”

You introduced yourself, desperate to put a name to his face.

“I’m Eddie,” he said, sticking his hand out for a handshake. You took it without thought, his palm sticking to yours with a bit of sweat. “You’re not gonna sing ‘Freebird’?”

“I don’t think she’s singing it, dude,” another voice said lightheartedly behind you. 

You dropped your hand from Eddie’s nearly immediately, absolutely embarrassed for reasons you couldn’t understand.

As you turned, you saw another guy there, with silky honey hair and warm brown eyes, rocking a post-work look. Popped white button-down, navy slacks with shiny mahogany loafers that clanked against the floor when he walked. 

His hands were resting on his hips, showing off a nice watch. One lifted, extending toward you. “I’m Steve.” 

Taking it, you noticed that you weren’t as affected by his touch. Maybe it was because his hand wasn’t sweaty. 

As you introduced yourself, you were almost trampled by a very cute girl.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said with a harsh breath, arm slung around Steve. “Jeez, they really made me grovel to get off on time and the traffic is hell. Maybe we should go back to—” She noticed you then, straightening her posture. Her hairstyle could barely be considered a ponytail from the way half of her short hair had spilled out. A black button-down now unbuttoned, hanging down her sides with a black tank top underneath. Paired with black jeans and an array of thin rings. God, she was cute. “Hello, new friend. I’m Robin.”

“Hi Robin, I’m new friend.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but Steve took over the conversation, asking her about her shift. 

You tried to pay attention, but it was brought back to Eddie when he asked, “Can we be best friends?”

You let out a small laugh before nodding. “It’s a done deal,” you responded, earning a high-five. 

“Wanna come hang with us?” he asked, pointing his thumb at Steve following Robin to a small table in the back. When had they decided that?

Looking back at Eddie, you weighed your options. You could continue to sit by yourself, reading a book in a bar and listening to them have fun; laugh. Could let yourself wonder what they were talking about. Could take the easy way out, could walk out of there right now and leave yourself wondering what could’ve been with someone like Eddie. 

But that wasn’t really the easy route.

And you wanted to take the easy route.

“How could I refuse?”

“So why’re y’all out tonight of all nights?” you asked, placing a napkin under your vodka Redbull to fiddle with something.

Eddie was looking at you, sitting on the opposite side of the table, holding your eye contact in a way that was making you nervous. Because he was lifting his glass to his lips and right on those pretty lips of his was the softest smirk you’d ever seen. And there his dimples were, deepening as he took a sip.

“We’re celebrating,” Robin said, smiling at you.

You turned your attention back to the conversation at hand, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

Steve nodded. “We moved here five months ago today.”

“Hell fucking yeah we did!” Eddie exclaimed, raising his glass before clinking it with Steve and Robin’s. You were surprised when he faced you, gesturing towards your drink.

As you lightly tapped your drink to his, you couldn’t help but notice the way he was looking at you now. Like you were already something to him.

“Well, congratulations,” you said, still making eye contact. “Do y’all like it here?”

“It’s pretty different from the world we’re from,” Eddie said with a nod.

“Feels very, uh,” Steve stumbled, snapping his fingers. “Can’t think of it…”

“Upside down?” Robin offered.

Snap. “Yes, that. Exactly. Upside down,” Steve said, pointing at her.

“What about you?” Eddie asked.

Your eyes widened. “Me?” All three nodded. “Oh, I’m from Tennessee. I came here for college and then ended up staying.”

Eddie nodded along as you spoke. “You like it here?”

“Yeah, I actually do,” you said. “It’s the first place that’s started to feel like home.’”

Steve smiled. “I hope we all start feeling that way.”

“Oh, I think I’m already there,” Eddie said, shamelessly holding your stare as he lifted his drink back up to his lips again. It was soft, sweet—something that he wasn’t currently sharing with the other two.

No, it was just you.

God, he was hot.

When you looked back at Steve and Robin, you noticed Robin tilting her head at you, like she was observing you or something. Watching you. Studying you. Whatever the right word for it was, she was doing it.

“Rob, we should get up there,” Steve said, nudging her.

She returned his nudge with a more forceful one. “And sing what, dingus?”

“‘Livin’ on a Prayer’!” Steve exclaimed.

“Are you kidding me?” Robin asked. “I’m not singing ‘Livin’ on a Prayer’.”

“Woah-oh, we’re halfway there!” Steve shouted.

“Wo-ah, we’re livin’ on a prayer!” Robin shouted back.

You and Eddie were sitting at the bar, laughing as you watched the two go back and forth. It had started as a field trip to get another drink and then ended with you sitting on the stools. Eddie had followed your lead wordlessly.

“They’re incredible,” you said and really meant it. How they convinced Craig to let them sing a song outside of the theme was astonishing. Maybe Steve gave him heart eyes. Craig was such a sucker for a pretty face.

“I have not seen Robin this drunk in a while,” Eddie commented. “She’s something else.”

“Are you gonna sing?” you asked, turning your attention back to him.

He chuckled. “No, maybe next time.”

“Not a singer?”

“I am, actually,” he replied with that special smile he’d given you earlier. “I just convinced my bandmates to move down here after they graduate back home.”

“Oh, that’s really cool! What’s the name?”

“Corroded Coffin.”

“Metal?” you questioned.

“How’d you guess?”

You shrugged. “A hunch.” 

That is the most metal band name I’ve ever heard, you thought to yourself.

“You listen to metal?”

Laughing, you pointed at your outfit. “Clearly.”

His eyes seemed to spark up. “Really?” 

“You make that seem like it’s such a big deal,” you said. “Or are you one of those guys that’s all ‘Women don’t even know real music. Name six of their albums.’”

Eddie took a sip of his whiskey, all the while shaking his head. “Nah, I think those guys are assholes. It’s not like women aren’t making the same music about more important shit anyways.” 

“Correct answer,” you said, pointing at him before taking another swig of your drink.

He shrugged, scratching the top of his head. “I think it’s wild just ‘cause I come from a small town where the mere idea of liking that genre is, like, unheard of.”

You snorted. “Where are you from?”

“Hawkins, Indiana.”

“That sounds fake, I’m so sorry.” He laughed. “But, to be fair, I don’t know much about Indiana.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to. Fuck, I wouldn’t wish it on you, either.”

“Well, consider yourself lucky. There’s lots of people in Atlanta who like metal. But beware of the weird Republican-looking guys who listen to butt rock. Oh, and the skinheads. I made that mistake once and I’ll never be the same.”

“Seriously?”

Trying to get the flashback out of your head, you stated plainly, “You’d be surprised how easy it is to think you’re around like-minded people before you realize where you are.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Was it like Green Room?”

“Kinda, just with less death,” you said before pausing. “Or maybe I didn’t stay around long enough to find out.”

“Shit. Makes sense,” he said. “So, are you waiting for someone? A boyfriend…or girlfriend? Partner?” Eddie sighed when you laughed, putting a hand over his face before waving it around. “I’m sorry, I’m not used to being in a cool place like this. I don’t know why I thought anyone would be straight here, least of all you.” 

You started laughing harder as he gestured to your outfit. With your skirt and Mary Jane’s, you had a simple black crop top on and spike bracelets. Almost as many rings as him. A simple tattoo choker. You were a blatant neon sign with GAY written in cursive and an arrow flashing at you.

“No, it’s alright. I’m a raging semi-goth bisexual.”

“No way, same here just with metal. And my buddy Steve is bi, too.”

The two of you looked over at Steve who was doing some variation of a hip thrust and pretending to play the guitar at the same time. 

“Is he dating your other friend? They seem close.”

Robin whipped her head around as she pretended to play the drums before her head collided with Steve’s and they paused to have a bickering match.

“Robin? Nah. They’re kinda a package deal but they’re platonic with a capital P, as she likes to say. And she’s only into girls.”

“Right, of course.” Some part of you felt an itch that you couldn’t help but scratch. “Uh, are you dating Steve?”

That made Eddie cackle so loudly that even Steve and Robin looked over.

“No, absolutely not,” he finally said. “I’m not dating anyone, least of all Steve.”

You let out a hum. “A gaggle of queers.”

“Got your own gaggle of queers, then?” 

You shook your head, watching his smile fall. “Lost all my friends a few months ago,” you explained. “Some my fault, others not.” 

You couldn’t help but shrug, trying not to go back to all the shit talking and the fights and the blocking and the tears and the loss. The late nights wondering how you were so blind to the manipulation. The games. The accusations you made against the innocent. The moment you fell to the ground when you realized that you were just the pawn in a game made to humiliate someone else. Someone you considered a close friend. 

You’d burned your bridges with the assailants but lost your best friend in the end.

Senior year of college was not what you’d expected it to be.

“Sometimes you trust the wrong people and end up hurting the right ones. Either way, you get burned from a flaming double-edged sword. And then you graduate all alone.”

“That sucks,” Eddie said, his tone changing. “I hate that that happened to you.” He paused, giving you a glance before putting his shoulders back and pretending to wield a sword. “Fear not!” he said in a low voice. “For I am here to lead you from the realm of darkness and into the world of victory!”

You giggled, shaking your head before clearing your throat. Mimicking his posture, you said, “I would be more than honored, my lord!”

As you fell into fits of laughter, your smile fell. “Sorry, I don’t mean to dump all that on you. Sometimes I just have no filter and—” 

“No,” he interrupted. “I don’t either. It’s alright. I kinda like talking to you about—”

“Hey, Eddie,” Steve said, approaching you two. “Rob and I are thinking of heading out. Are you coming?”

You watched Eddie’s eyes flicker from Steve to you before he shook his head. “Nah, I think I’m gonna stay out for a little longer.”

For some reason, that made you feel all bubbly inside.

Despite hiding your smile, you caught Robin’s eyes on you again, eyebrows raised at you with some kind of crooked smile on her face. 

“Have fun,” she said, glancing between you and Eddie before taking Steve’s arm and dragging him out of the bar.

When the door shut behind them, you turned back to face Eddie.

“You’re staying,” you stated with a playful tone.

“Uh, yeah. I’m talking to my new best friend.”

“You’re telling me that the only time you watched Lord of the Rings was at the beach?” Eddie looked at you like you were crazy, causing you to giggle. “What about the beach says, Let’s go to Mordor, shall we?”

“Listen!” you exclaimed. “My mom and my sister would go to a DVD rental place by one of the grocery stores. Well, then Redbox after video stores closed. But, anyways, every year they had Lord of the Rings on display first. So, they decided that that was that.”

Walking side by side, you and Eddie headed to your cars, sharing the last cigarette in his pack. The bar had closed, the first time you’d ever been kicked out of one. But you and Eddie weren’t done talking.

“And those were the only movies you watched?”

You shrugged. “Basically. Unless you count the time I rented Saw and nearly shat my pants.”

Eddie paused at his car, a rather creepy looking van, looking like he was considering something before he ran around the car. Without any hesitation, you tried to beat him to the other side. But he faked you out, coming back around and scaring you.

“I’d like to play a game,” he growled. You squealed involuntarily, jumping back to escape him. But he continued to chase you around his van. “What’s your name?”

You smirked, surprising him by turning around and pushing him back. “My name is Very Fucking Confused, what’s your name!”

Giggles spilled from your lips, colliding with his in some kind of harmony. It was so natural, the way you fell into tandem with one another. The way you were leaning into one another already, laughter mixing with labored breaths as you tried to catch them.

You couldn’t believe just how easy it was with Eddie, especially after months and months of loneliness. There was a part of you that had given up on any form of friendship. A little voice that told you that no one would be willing to listen when you spoke. No one who could be as goofy as you were. Readily give back what you put out.

And it was something that you really hoped you wouldn’t lose.

“This was really fun,” you said. “You’re really cool.” Before you sounded stupid, you added, “Y’all seem really fun.”

Eddie held a soft smile, reaching his hand out to you. “Here, give me your phone. I’ll give you my number.” You handed it over without any protest. “Let’s hang out in the next few weeks.”

“I’d love that.”

Your smile was slipping. That was just something people said. Nothing ever followed through and you knew that all too well. Any date you tried to go on. Any new interaction with coworkers in passing. Anyone you casually talked to at Go Ask Mary. 

“What about next Thursday?” he asked, handing your phone back to you. “Are you free?”

A smile made its way to your face as you stared in shock. “Yeah, I have that day off.”

“Same. I’ll jot it down in my calendar,” he responded with a growing smile before unlocking the door and jumping into his van.

“Welcome to Atlanta, Eddie,” you said, looking up at him.

Leaning down, he gave you a final handshake. You took it, noticing that it was a lot less sweaty than before.

“I’m really starting to like it here,” he said. 

And you gazed at each other for a moment, continuing to hold each other’s palms, a special look in your eyes that was reserved for each other. Like this look was going to be a continual thing. Like this was just the start of something. You just couldn’t figure out what exactly that something was.

Then Eddie seemingly flinched, pulling his hand away.

“Thanks for being my new best friend,” he said finally, scratching his cheek before placing it back on the steering wheel.

A lump in your throat formed as you took a step back. Put your hands together behind your back. Squeezed for some kind of comfort to satiate the ache in your palm.

“Thanks for asking,” you replied.

“See you next Thursday?”

“See you next Thursday.”

He shut his door then, leaving you to turn on your heels to trudge towards your own. You noticed that he waited to back out until you got in your car, giving you a wave before driving off.

And you watched his van go, taking him farther away from you. Though you knew you’d see him again in just a week, you really wished it had been now. 

Maybe you should’ve known then, should’ve understood what that was going to mean in the future. But hindsight is 20/20 and you’ve never been sure what that even meant. Perhaps it would’ve saved you a lot of distress. A lot of jealousy. A lot of insecurity. If things had transpired differently, maybe you could’ve avoided everything that came to fruition.

But instead, you drove home. Picked out your clothes for work the next day. Brushed your teeth. Got into bed. Turned some YouTube video on. Let the darkness fill your room. All the normal parts of your routine. 

Except for the buzz of your phone, a sound that you were still startled by after months of near silence.

It was from Eddie.

can’t wait for next week!

With a smile and droopy eyes, you sent a reply.

Me neither.

[rockybloo]

If you could pick one song for an AMV of each Beloveds/Flavor Four pairings date-fight, which would it be?

Also for Buttercup vs Freebird, but she’s making sure he doesn’t interfere in their battles. 🦋 🦅

(Also cool how both Monarch butterflies and bald eagles migrate vast distances each year)

Buttercup and Freebird don't really have a type of music I relate to them in my head yet BUT I can answer for the Beloveds vs Flavor Four.

I'm formatting this with "Song from a Beloved's Playlist" vs "Song from a Flavor's Playlist".

Licorice (Sweetheart and Bitterbat): Blaque's "As If" vs Jesse McCartney's "Right Where You Want Me"

Chili Peppers (Dear and Redhot): Scarlxrd's "Louder" vs DizzyEight's "Heat it Up"

Gummy Worms (Baby and Sourpuss): Doechi's "Yucky Blucky Fruitcake" vs Scene Queen's "Pink Hotel"

Salted Caramel (Honey and Halite): Spice Girl's "Wannabe" vs Joe Public's "Live and Learn"

[johnnyyumaisarebel]

i am secretly spinning a tale

in my head in which i have

descended upon her as a

benevolent spirit - alive to

her in the darkness - and

and am injecting into her

the ability to fly freely

without fatigue or demand

forever

we go sailing in the oxygen

freebirds gliding in gentle

wind to a cloud of our own

choosing and settle there

to contemplate the most

amazing and to gather

snugly into our two pairs

of wings and make us one

[fvrsaeken]

THE FIRST ALBUM FROM BOTH GRIMES SIBLINGS

a kingville christmas (Released: November 3, 2023) - After months of Instagram, Twitter and TikTok hints, Judith Grimes and her brother, known mononymously as Carlton, dropped their first album together, the fourth under Judith's own record label: freebird records, a divsion of Campbell Worldwide Media. The album features a twenty-three song collection of all the Christmas classics that we know and love as well as some newer songs that are sure to join the ranks of the greats. During the lead up to the album's release, Judith would often post clips of herself and Carlton playing a few notes on the piano, pictures of sheet music, or herself and/or her brother in the studio.

It was largely suspected by their fanbases that they would eventually have a full album together, but they were surprised to have it be a Christmas album. "It actually just started as a Christmas song, we were gonna do something fun after the shittiest few years that we've had but we couldn't decide on what one we were gonna do. I was just really excited he (Carlton) agreed to do a Christmas song, so I was listing all my favourite ones when one of my producers, Max (Green), suggested we record a few to see which one we liked more. The rest, as they say, is history." The twenty-one year old told PopBuzz in a recent interview. "It was also really important to me for each of us to have a couple solo songs on the album, so once we had compiled our list we each picked two that would work well for our vocal ranges. Spending a week with your brother singing Christmas songs really took me back to Christmases when we were younger it was so much fun!"

The pair are also set to perform a few of the songs at Disneyland in Anaheim early next month as part of the Disney Parks Holiday Celebration. When asked which songs they'll be performing, both declined to comment stating: "It'll be worth the wait."

featuring @carltongrimes

[suzilight]

09.25.23

Photo, mine - Republic, WA 2022

Wearing my well loved Merrell boots. For 10+ years I've explored the Western US and Rocky Mountains comfortably in these boots. And, now they have a hole - where the leather meets the sole.

Hear me out. I know it was inevitable. Still, I'm sad over it. I've searched for their replacement. Merrell Haven Autumn Boot If you find a pair, buy it a half size larger if you like wearing thick socks. They are more moccasin than boot, waterproof, leather, not too tall. They look good in the city and perform well on the trail. Never a blister. Maybe they lasted this long because all my polishing and caring enchanted them. Maybe they can be repaired. Or reproduced? Anyone know a skilled cobbler or moccasin maker?

Going deeper. Feels like another letting go event in a string of loss and change spanning the last 3-4 years. An end of a set of memories. Another reminder that forward is the only direction and change constant. Another reminder that I am a person who is serious about the tools of freedom - boots, vehicles, shelter, maps, health. "Where you are ain't no good unless you can get away from it."

Well, let me tell ya. Wherever you roam, ya don't want to do it in crappy, ill-fitting footwear.

Yesterday I bought 3 pairs of used Merrell boots off Ebay. All younger cousins to my boot before Merrell stopped making this line. One pair looks kinda rough in the photos but I think I can make 'em shine. This summer I bought Freebird's Coal boots in Cognac. City boots, they are still in the box, unworn. Return, sell or break 'em in? Onward!

Listening to: Over The Edge by Sarah Jarosz Long Time Traveller by The Wailin' Jennys Balancing Chakras by Reiki Music Academy

[wrestlingarsenal]

Nice Heel work by the Freebirds, Hayes and Garvin, as they work over one of the New Fantastics (the bleach-blond jobber team that formed after my man-crush Tommy Rogers left the scene.) The full match was recently posted on YouTube.

Those snug red trunks clinging to the New Fantastics' asses are clearly meant to draw the eye! Personally I'm more into tall white wrestling boots, so I get eight nice specimens to gaze at here.

The naughty Heels are just toying with these gullible young Golden Boys, and I'm here for it. Hayes covers the wimp chest-to-chest (which had me wishing I was the submissive blondie wrestling another shirtless man in my red briefs.)

Both of these studs -- Michael Hayes and Jimmy Garvin -- made careers out of flirting for the camera, displaying their hairy chests, primping up their long hair like glamour girls. It was all very gay -- surely you don't think their peacocking was meant to entice more female viewers to tune in, am I right?!

They seemed to know very well that plenty of horny, closeted males in the audience have a hunger for beefcake so they gave the fans exactly what they wanted.

So when these two flirts partnered up, you just knew it was going to get very queer very fast. After dominating the nearly naked blond look-alikes, the Free Birds turn their attention to one another, celebrating with some cuddling in their corner. They embrace cheek to cheek, their lips damn near making contact. Hayes then can't resist his partner's meaty chest, running his hand across the other man's pecs and then stroking his own nipple with his leather glove.

Maybe we were meant to laugh at these clownish antics, two big strongmen flirting like a pair of nancy-boys. At the time this aired (1989), I'm sure I was too busy popping my eyes back inside my head, picking my jaw up from the floor, and re-adjusting my tenting jorts to really catch any humor in it.

[citymousesd]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Suede Goth Booties.

[apckrfan]

Fic: Felt Good In His Hands 1/1 FRT HP (Hermione/Severus)

TITLE: Felt Good In His Hands AUTHOR: Susan / apckrfan DISTRIBUTION: My site, AO3, FFnet, LiveJournal. DISCLAIMER: I don't own any characters. They are owned by JK Rowling, Scholastic, Warner Brothers, etc. No profit is made from this fic. RATING: FRT SPOILERS: General through Deathly Hallows, but canon divergent (Snape lives, EWE, and I also embellish a bit with Hermione's family) SUMMARY: Just why is potions professor Severus Snape familiar to Hermione when she arrives at Hogwarts? It takes a few years, but she finally figures it out. CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape DATE STARTED: August 2022 STATUS: Complete WORD COUNT: 7,800 +/- FEEDBACK: Please, I can't write better without it. NOTES: Written for Kidansong for the Hearts and Cauldrons Gift Exchange 2022 hosted on AO3. BETA: Sarmo - Any mistakes are mine and mine alone. PLAYLIST: There is a 459 song, just over 29 hour long playlist on Spotify (https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2Af8MRjVRPlgBRtbD7UX2s?si=1b7c47bd6487417d) based on the idea for this fic titled Felt Good In His Hands. The first grouping of songs are from a band member or a band's perspective (I tried to make them all good guitar songs). The second grouping is about playing guitar or where guitars are part of the focus of the song. The third grouping (and bulk of the playlist) are just some good guitar songs. The fourth grouping are some holiday songs, again focusing on guitar. I slaved over this list, wanting to be inclusive and broad. You will find country, blues, jazz, mambo, reggae, rock, and classical guitar. A few song choices are obvious (Freebird & Stairway To Heaven), but I tried to stray to the "different" when I could. You will not find many artists featured more than once (a few are because of their different bands like Eric Clapton & Joe Walsh). As much as probably ten each Led Zeppelin, Hendrix, and Beatles songs alone are great guitar songs, I wanted this playlist to delve deeper than the same handful of groups. I tried to be unbiased (only one The Doors song tells you I succeeded pretty well). Obviously I had to like the song to begin with. There are some songs in here I don't love, but they fit the bill of a good guitar song. There are a couple of artists I debated about including because I know that their political beliefs are a bit extreme, but I couldn't in good conscience compile a guitar song list without including Ted Nugent or Eric Clapton. There is no particular order, so Pink Floyd, say, appearing where it does in relation to Led Zeppelin, The Beatles, or whoever means nothing, other than I felt that's where their song fit best in the order of things. I did try to make the segue from song to song make sense. My daughter says it's a major flex, so I hope you'll give it a whirl. And that maybe you'll find a new to you artist or two! You shouldn't need to shuffle it as it's pretty shuffled as it is. Links are in the Distribution portion of header above.

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Yarn with the Local Honeys at Woodlands Tavern, Columbus, Ohio, Nov. 16, 2024

Surrounded by some 100 fans who stayed to the end, Blake Christiana sat on the lip of the stage with a battered acoustic guitar in his hands and led a singalong version of Paul Simon’s “Slip Slidin’ Away.”

It was a beautiful moment that Christiana used to remind concertgoers: “Kindness is still king,” before turning his attention to the neo-Nazis who had marched through Columbus, Ohio, earlier in the day.

“I know you had some awful visitors today, but we will beat that shit,” he said.

It was Nov. 16 and Christiana and Yarn had just wrapped a powerful and uplifting 90-minute set inside Woodlands Tavern during which the band - Christiana, lead guitarist Andrew Trongone, drummer Robert Bonhomme and bassist Rick Bugel - combined songs about healing oneself (“Turn off the News,” replete with a hallelujah refrain) with less-serious fare like “Sweet Dolly,” which recounts a young boy getting his first listen to Dolly Parton many decades ago.

Yarn focused heavily on songs from Born Blessed Grateful & Alive - “That’s how we’re feeling these days - the alternative sucks,” Christiana said - while presenting them in harder-edged arrangements that both suited the on-stage instrumentation and added power to such numbers as “Heart So Hard,” “Traveling Kind” and the balladic and derivative “Play Freebird.”

“We’re hoping to get sued over this one,” the bandleader said in introducing the latter track.

Live, Yarn is Allman-esque, with Trongone’s slide in conversation with Christiana’s co-lead and rhythm work. Bugel, meanwhile, was the band’s biggest fan, dancing around the stage, singing along off-mic so loudly as to be heard, fist-bumping fans and proving bass can be a lead instrument, too.

This was a communal event as fans chanted a woman’s name while she was in the loo while Yarn prepared to fill an email request she had sent. Soon, the woman was dancing at the front of the stage as the audience cheered.

Celebrating the power of music. Building community. Focusing on the good things in life. This is what Yarn’s performance was all about.

The Local Honeys - guitarist/keyboardist Linda Jean Stokley and Montana Hobbs on banjo, backed by rhythm section and a guitarist/fiddler - shared the bill and played first with a 75-minute set of hybridized, hillbilly rock.

With originals like Stokley’s “Dying to Make a Living,” a grinding rocker about mining rocks known as coal, and Hobbs’ ode to her papaw, “Better than I Deserve,” paired with such covers as a punky “Sorry You’re Sick” (Ted Hawkins), a funky “Plastic Jesus” (the Goldcoast Singers) and a Nirvana-ized version of Leadbelly’s “In the Pines,” the Local Honeys mined multiple musical muses, resulting in a sonic adventure of peaks and valleys.

Grade card: Yarn with the Local Honeys at Woodlands Tavern - 11/16/24- B+/B-

11/17/24

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