#pristin messy icons

[soocats]

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[sunniewr]

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[yunjinitsss]

[hopeastrz]

PISCES AND NEPTUNE THROUGH THE HOUSES: where you are most iconic, ethereal and utterly unreachable‧₊˚⋅♡🪻 ༘⋆.

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Pisces is the sign that oozes allure, wherever it falls in your chart may tell you where you are most inspiring and hypnotizing to people, and they can never match you there!.

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PISCES OR NEPTUNE IN THE 1ST HOUSE | PISCES DEGREES 12°, 24° ON THE AC.

unforgettable, there’s something about your face that can’t be ignored, you may have a real unique sense of style, a unique face feature, or striking head and hair volume/color, there’s just something special about your appearance, that’s why you may find lots of people trying to copy your style!, but they can never match your confidence, not even close, and you may have a very spiritual and inspiring personality or outlook on life, your presence itself is also quite enchanting, truly the unreachable visuals.

PISCES OR NEPTUNE IN THE 2ND HOUSE | PISCES DEGREES 12°, 24° ON THE 2ND HOUSE.

the way you handle money is unique, your scent, or the way you just don’t care about materialistic things in an era where you are judged by what you have and have not, you also like to keep vintage and high valued/high quality stuff as dear possessions to you, which makes people idolize the way you keep them & cherish them, same thing about the way you view your self worth, also you have an enchanting singing voice, or you’re music taste itself is iconic.

PISCES OR NEPTUNE IN THE 3RD HOUSE | PISCES DEGREES 12°, 24° ON THE 3RD HOUSE.

Speaking about voices, you may have a very alluring way of talking, you may have a soft or a dreamy— almost sleepy and quite voice which makes people envious of the way you express yourself, alas they try copying your mannerisms constantly, your mind is also one of the most alluring things about you!, the way you think and view things— the way you have a bunch of interests that makes people surprised by your knowledge, or you’ve had had a very pristine early education (like you went to a very expensive school where you learned something valuable enough to be envied by) or you have a bunch of unique siblings, like they may be famous or just quite decent and loved.

PISCES OR NEPTUNE IN THE 4TH HOUSE | PISCES DEGREES 12°, 24° ON THE IC.

People idolize where you come from, the country you grew up in or your family!, you may have a royal blood running through your veins (yep im exaggerating but your parents are loved), people may idolize your house, your mother, grandparents or always try to glamorize your childhood, also your femininity is very enchanting!.

PISCES OR NEPTUNE IN THE 5TH HOUSE | PISCES DEGREES 12°, 24° ON THE 5TH HOUSE.

People idolize your talents, you may have many talents that you’re pretty good at!, you’re creativity is also iconic, people you date for a short period of time and places you go to for vacations— people get fascinated because you only pick the best places or people who look very magnetic and just different, like people be like ‘how did you pull this man!’ or they’ll just find them good after you choose to date them.

PISCES OR NEPTUNE IN THE 6TH HOUSE | PISCES DEGREES 12°, 24° ON THE 6TH HOUSE.

You may have a very different daily routine that surprisingly makes sense?, like it may seem kinda messy but it really is effective, you also me be the type of coworker who puts alcohol in a flask or water bottle during work to pass the day, also you may be the one who comes up with the most iconic ideas, even though you feel shy to speak them out loud!, also your coworkers may be attracted to you!.

PISCES OR NEPTUNE IN THE 7TH HOUSE | PISCES DEGREES 12°, 24° ON THE DC.

You are the ideal and perfect partner anyone could ever dream of, and im talking both in business and marriage!, you know how to make things easier for people around you, very helpful and ready to give all your resources to others without expecting anything in return, and that’s your iconic role, the way balance between things is very admired

PISCES OR NEPTUNE IN THE 8TH HOUSE | PISCES DEGREES 12°, 24° ON THE 8TH HOUSE.

You’re a great secret keeper, and you cherish your privacy, which makes you unreachable, only few people know everything about you, about your past and goals, you may be very spiritual too!, and reading people is a talent of yours which makes you iconic, you’re emotionally intelligent and could easily know someone’s intentions towards you from the start which makes you so iconic, also you’re obviously an icon in the sheets too *wink*

PISCES OR NEPTUNE IN THE 9TH HOUSE | PISCES DEGREES 12°, 24° ON THE 9TH HOUSE.

Iconic in the way you think, you don’t really have the same beliefs as everyone else, you are philosophical, very knowledgeable and quite educated, plus very very spiritual, you may enjoy reading fantasy novels, or you even write iconic novels yourself!, also you may have been found to be very hypnotic to people with you in uni, since you might’ve been seen unreachable around then!.

PISCES OR NEPTUNE IN THE 10TH HOUSE | PISCES DEGREES 12°, 24° ON THE MC.

Your work speaks for itself, and your reputation may be the best thing about you, you are known to be innocent or very kind & compassionate, also unreachable!, your reputation is unmatched either good or bad, very strong work ethic too and dedication to your profession!, your bosses may feel that you’re very unreachable in your work ethic!.

PISCES OR NEPTUNE IN THE 11TH HOUSE | PISCES DEGREES 12°, 24° ON THE 11TH HOUSE.

The most iconic and compassionate one in your friend group, you may be kinda different from them, like if they all date you don’t, if they all do certain things you probably wouldn’t, and people may find it hard to befriend you since you seem like an ideal friend and you may even be idolized on social media (nara smith has this placement), so don’t mistake this as you are lonely because something is wrong with you, everyone would really love to have you close

PISCES OR NEPTUNE IN THE 12TH HOUSE | PISCES DEGREES 12°, 24° ON THE 12TH HOUSE.

Very spiritual, your instincts are unmatched and truly unreachable, your dreams may suddenly come true, and you may also have a very strong self concept so work on it!, your subconscious mind is your way to be iconic, always trust it and have faith in yourself, i would recommend reading about law of assumption, neville Goddard and non-dualism!, you will go places if you used your mind right!.

[brodygold]

A Straightforward Proposal

Connor strolled down the hallway of the Golden Army’s stadium, his polished loafers tapping softly against the tiled floor. He wasn’t even sure how he’d ended up here—a random detour during a walk around town had led him to the imposing structure, the very heart of his city’s famed soccer team, the Golden Army. He wasn’t into sports, much less one as intense as soccer. But lately, a strange feeling had been pulling him toward things outside his comfort zone, and here he was, wandering through the hallowed halls of a world he didn’t belong to.

The locker room was quiet, almost sacred in its stillness, and he walked slowly, taking in the row of metal lockers, the slightly worn benches, the walls lined with framed photos of the team’s most victorious moments. He admired the team from afar, had even been to a few games with friends who raved about the players, but he never quite understood the appeal. To him, sports were just… messy, loud, and unpredictable.

But as he walked through the room, Connor’s gaze landed on something unusual—a glimmer of gold hanging from one of the open lockers. He stepped closer, his curiosity piqued. It was a jersey, but not just any jersey. The iconic golden hue, the dark green trim, the embroidered initials “GA” on the chest. It looked pristine, like it was waiting for someone to claim it.

Connor couldn’t resist reaching out and running his fingers along the smooth, sturdy fabric. It felt different from his usual designer clothes—strong, like it had been built to withstand anything. A little voice in the back of his mind told him to walk away, that this wasn’t for him. But a stronger urge tugged at him to put it on, just to feel what it was like, to imagine himself as one of those powerful, unstoppable players who wore it with pride.

With one last look around, Connor took a deep breath and slipped off his tailored shirt, folding it neatly on the bench beside him. Then, with a mixture of excitement and hesitation, he pulled the golden jersey over his head. As soon as it settled against his torso, he felt a strange warmth spread through his chest, like the jersey was coming alive, molding itself to his frame.

Connor looked down in surprise as his body began to change. His chest began to fill out, his muscles expanding beneath the jersey, stretching the fabric. His arms, which had always been slender and toned from careful exercise, started thickening with muscle, his biceps and forearms bulging as if he’d been lifting weights for years. The sensation was strange, almost surreal, but he found himself enjoying it, watching his transformation in awe.

His shoulders broadened, stretching the collar of the jersey. His torso shifted, becoming leaner and harder, with defined abs pressing against the fabric. He turned to look at himself in the mirror, and a shock of disbelief hit him. His face, once soft-featured and refined, had become sharper, his jaw more pronounced, his cheeks taking on a rugged, chiseled look. Even his hair, usually perfectly styled and gelled, had become slightly messier, like he’d just come off the field, the strands falling in a way that looked effortlessly cool.

As he admired the changes, a strange dizziness washed over him, and he steadied himself against the locker. It wasn’t just his body that was changing—his thoughts, too, were shifting. Memories of afternoons at art galleries and brunches in upscale cafes began to fade, replaced by images of practice drills, intense workouts, and the sound of cheering crowds. He thought of the thrill of scoring a goal, of hearing his name chanted by fans, of pushing his body to its limits alongside his teammates.

Connor felt a surge of adrenaline as these new memories took hold, filling him with a sense of purpose he’d never felt before. He could see himself on the field, fighting for victory with every ounce of strength, his teammates by his side, their bond stronger than anything he’d known. The idea of camaraderie, of being part of something bigger than himself, ignited a fire in him. He was no longer the preppy guy who drifted through life with little direction—he was a Golden Army player, a warrior on the field, dedicated to the game, to his team, to victory.

And as his memories continued to reshape, so did his interests. Gone was his taste for designer clothes, his carefully curated lifestyle. In its place grew a love for competition, for strength, for the thrill of the game. He could feel his attraction shifting too; his old boyfriends and dates felt distant, almost foreign, like they belonged to someone else. Now, he saw himself with girls cheering him on from the stands, joining him after the game in victory celebrations. Their soft lips and lovely breasts just begging to be squeezed. His old life seemed laughable compared to this new world of intensity and purpose.

Just as he took a deep breath, adjusting to the strange yet exhilarating transformation, he heard a chuckle from behind. Turning, he saw Brody, one of the Golden Army’s most respected players, leaning casually against the doorway, arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

“Enjoying the jersey?” Brody asked, clearly amused.

Connor grinned back, the confidence and ease in his expression startling even himself. “Yeah… feels like it was meant for me,” he said, his voice deeper, rougher, and rich with a newfound bravado.

Brody nodded, stepping forward and clapping him on the back with a strong hand. “Guess it found the right guy, then. We could use someone with your… enthusiasm.”

Connor felt a surge of pride at the unspoken approval in Brody’s voice. He could feel the weight of the team’s legacy on his shoulders, and instead of intimidating him, it excited him. He felt ready to prove himself, to show everyone that he belonged here.

“So, when’s the next game?” Connor asked, the words slipping out naturally.

Brody raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Tomorrow morning. Practice at six sharp. Think you’re up for it?”

“Of course,” Connor replied confidently. The idea of waking up before dawn for training didn’t faze him. In fact, it thrilled him. “I was born for this.”

Brody chuckled. “That’s the spirit. Welcome to the team, man.”

With one last look at his reflection, Connor felt a surge of excitement. He was no longer the preppy guy wandering aimlessly through life. He was Connor of the Golden Army, a fierce, driven athlete with a team, a purpose, and a brotherhood he’d fight for. His life was now about pushing his limits, winning for the team, for the pride of wearing the golden jersey.

As he and Brody walked out of the locker room, Connor felt a deep sense of belonging, of purpose. He knew he’d never go back to his old life—the designer suits, the gallery openings, the carefully curated image. It all seemed so empty compared to the thrill of the field, the roar of the crowd, and the loyalty of his teammates. He couldn’t wait to dominate on the field with his bros and with the chicks in the sheets!

[a-moth-to-the-light]

Comeback Celebration: Current Top Ten Sunmi Songs

I noticed, while I was working on this, that I talk about Sunmi the way orbits talk about Loona--I think you'll see what I mean as we go down the list! I think it's the admiration I have for how creative & well-crafted her releases are. "Heroine" was the song that got me into Sunmi, though her most recent comeback at the time was "Lalalay" (I remember because the ponytail dance was EVERYWHERE). My admiration was secured after her 1/6 album--even though her discography is still small, I think that album really fleshed it out, to the point where I finally felt like I could understand her as an artist. Happy Sunmi comeback to us all!

1. pporappippam

This is my "Butterfly". I remember when this song came out, I remember when it changed the world, it's all things divine, it's my conduit to a romanticized version of my teenage years, it's a supercut of all the most wonderful colors you've ever seen in the sky at sunset. In all seriousness, though--I really don't get how people find this song boring. It manages to be a soft, ethereal track and an addictive pop hit, a perfect balance of peaceful atmospherics and unrelenting pace. This one is really special to me!

2. 1/6

This is my "Loonatic". I got dream pop with this song--okay, "1/6" might not exactly be dream pop, but it's soft and dreamy in a way that made me finally see the appeal of that type of song, like why someone would want to get lost in that hazy sonic world.

3. Siren

"Siren" is a piano crashing into you from a third-story window. Like, I don't know how it's ever possible to be emotionally ready for this song. Its brute-force approach is just so goddamn memorable, especially because Sunmi doesn't overuse it in the rest of her discography--she usually goes for subtlety, but her vocals carry a powerful chorus like this one just so well.

4. Narcissism

This one's also in the brute-force category, especially because the production takes this really messy, maximalist approach--and fuck it, it works. I love this song a whole lot: the soft intro; the weird schoolbell-through-intercom-static sounds; the way the chorus hits; the way Sunmi navigates the song's rapid rises and falls. If you miss old-school EDM (read: if you obsess over Dreamcatcher's "Can't get you out of my mind" like I do), I think you'll really enjoy this one.

5. Call

Yeah, no surprise here, I always love club music. But this club classic is particularly intricate, built on a really interesting contrast: Sunmi's gritty vocals over an exceptionally pristine house beat.

6. Black Pearl

This song is just cool. Like, that saxophone solo is just really, really cool. Like, I want to be a guy who has this song at the top of his most-listened list. Maybe one day!

7. Heroine

Yeah, the beat drop is kind of wimpy, so that part didn't age all that great. But Sunmi's PERFORMANCE here?? That prechorus is one for the ages. Five years ago, the emotion of this song absolutely captivated me, and it still resonates with me today.

8. Lalalay

In contrast, this one aged wonderfully! Now that I'm not being constantly overloaded with beat drops in every other song (thank you, 2019 Twice & 2021 Olivia Rodrigo!), I can really appreciate how interesting "Lalalay" is! I used to think this one was boring and lacking inspiration, but now that I'm revisiting it, I think the dynamics of the chorus are pretty compelling (yes, I think the beat drop is compelling, sue me)--like, do you hear how the weird note thingie is fading in and out? how the volume shifts? I love it so much!! My favorite part is the bridge, though--the flight attendant bit remains iconic, and the segue into the final chorus is breathtaking.

9. Heart Burn

This will forever remind me of a song from my childhood--the melody of the chorus is vaguely reminiscent of Taylor Dayne's "Tell It to My Heart", which my mom used to play in the car--so this song hits unfairly hard for me. Like, it's already a reserved, mysterious summer hit, but to me it sounds like a half-formed image of your old living room, or the voice of an elementary-school friend whose name you can't quite recall speaking from the void. Cloudy, surreal, a bit unsettling, but altogether sweet. Also, the color scheme of this music video is super striking, so "Heart Burn", despite its simplicity, gets a LOT of bias points from me.

10. What the Flower

This is like the evil twin of Red Velvet's "Good, Bad, Ugly". They both go for the lounge-singer vibe, but Red Velvet have really pure, sweet-sounding vocals, while Sunmi's voice, and her work as a whole, have always been very savory (like, anti-saccharine?). Both songs are great, and I especially love how both allow for some wonderful piano appreciation (shoutout to the guitar in "What the Flower", too!). The singalong bit at the end of "What the Flower" is really striking, so this one has stuck around in my head over the years, even before I could really appreciate its quieter sections.

Honorable Mentions: 24 Hours (obligatory), Who am I, Curve (also obligatory), Tail (Sunmi's charisma wins this one), Call my name

[midnight-pluto]

XIAO — headcanons

high school au headcanons

CHAR: xiao, mentioned!zhongli

PAIRING(S): none

A/N: recent event got me back in my xiao lover era

a senior that always gets mistaken as a freshman </3 sophomore at best

got adopted by the sophomores and juniors back in freshman year and hung out with them predominantly until they all graduated leaving him behind to suffer

has gotten into fights before cuz man indirectly pisses people off - won all of them since he knows when he can’t take someone on - man’s a short king

him and the other boys in the friend group jumped a few people for making negative remarks about the girls

the kid always in the back that’s in their own world and that you’re 90% sure is on something half the time

surprisingly amazing in group projects - always gets his assigned work done days before the set deadline

not necessarily sporty but when it comes to gym and picking teams he’s normally picked first due to how he’s unintentionally a menace how fast he is

plays the flute and is in art club

however he always got frustrated because of whenever they were supposed to work with paint or clay it always ended up on his clothes

wears artist gloves all the time which shows off his black nails with his ring fingers painted teal

has the most stable hands ever known to man - there’s a reason why his iconic eyeliner’s always on fleek

wears headphones instead of earbuds

got made fun of for being short in middle school so he wears shoes with platforms

good luck finding this man in something that isn’t black or silver jewelry - the most will be accents of teal

speaking of teal, he dyed it himself bleach and all.

sometimes gets asked what his haircut is called and he always freezes up and doesn’t know what to say so they all assume he’s gatekeeping which he isn’t - he just took a pair of scissors in the middle of the night and chopped some of his hair off

bro’s accessory collection is lowkey astounding - rings, chains, necklaces, bracelets, earrings, hair clips - which leads for him to be ostracized from most boys at school; them claiming he wasn’t “masculine” enough leading him to feel even more out of place than he already does

girls love him but are soon put off by his lack of social skills

teachers love him for how chill and mellowed out he is but some despise him for how little he’s willing to work with others and how little he participates in class

isn’t doing the greatest in the league of social ladders

frequents the guidance counselor’s office which so happens to be his legal guardian - zhongli - for anger management

has naturally sharp canines

has the potential to get all A’s but sticks to B’s since he has barely any respect for the school system and doesn’t see the need to put in his full effort

but then again most of his classes are AP so-

writes really small and just slightly messy

doodles in the margins of assignments and notes are so real for him - mainly consisting of flowers, anatomy of skulls, and spiderwebs in every corner

bro’s tatted 100%

sometimes when he wears sleeveless tops and his zip-up hoodie you can manage to spot a glimpse of his arm tattoos if you’re lucky

his backpack for the first semester is horrendously messy and has a singular mechanical pencil along with crumpled paper, a pristine sketchbook, and the rest of his classes textbooks

the second semester however he’s got everything in there - gum, highlighters, multiple pencils, sticky notes, hand sanitizer, fake hall passes, lotion, and backup jewelry

A/N: guaranteed on his banner but getting his weapon will be the death of me 😭

[ifritpng]

my friend wanted me to keep writing so I did^^ hope this is just as good ( if not better ) than the last — ifrit ♥️

He read through the messages; all of them conveyed the same meaning about how The Ghostface had bagged another kill, and his boss needed him asap. He felt his heart pounding in his head, whether it was from the loss of blood or just a headache from how much the victim screamed, he couldn’t tell.

Jed stood up from the curb on the edge of the street and stretched his arms out above him. A few black spots jutted through his vision, and his head felt so light. Eventually, he let his arms fall to his sides, steadying himself and keeping grounded to the cement of the street.

His head tilted a few times, and an audible crack was heard, followed by a sigh of contentment, possibly something more.

He knew where the corpse was. Its mutilated body had an iconic 'Ghostface' mask carved into her stomach, where the intestines, all mangled and bloody, pooled out from the four large incisions. With torn flesh, jagged and ripped open as if done with haste, it was messy, but a trademark of the infamous killer always lingered and was never far.

Eight perfectly pristine photos, although covered in so many hues and shades of blood, you can make out the distinct shape of someone's head being yanked back in an unnecessarily rough manner, with blood spilling from their lips and The Ghostface behind them. The forever unchanging mask of someone screaming, with small droplets of blood coagulated on the cheek and chin of the mask, and that's when the photo was snapped. A moment in time, perfectly preserved for years to come.

His eyes widened in false shock when he came to the scene of the gruesome murder. Of course, he wasn’t surprised; he had plotted the poor woman’s murder for so many long and grueling weeks, and it paid off. Her body lay there, unmoving and still on the floor.

A conversation was struck up with him by another reporter wanting to ask him questions about how messed up and twisted the murder was. Her body was torn up, with a huge gash trailing down her body from pelvis to sternum. Her entrails sat pooling around the large and sloppy-looking incision.

Please don't let this flop and be shit please don't let this flop and be shit-

[angelfoodcake222]

💌 💛 Xanthophilia 💛 💌

Xanthophilia: the love of the color yellow.

Gif by @bee-stim

Tw[Trigger warning]: you goofed, bad/decent poetry, fluff, scopophobia, (possible) head injury, simp stuff. Enjoy.

🌕The story starts with a 3rd person's view peering past the window leading into a puppet's (most likely Y/N's) office as they frantically &/or cartoonishly searches for the note they thought they had put away to revise it into a less sappy, mawkish, schmaltzy confession of their feelings for the star of the show in favor of writing as more of a note to show their appreciation for his appearance in the shows, offering to design his next suit to fit his seemingly snazzy essence. Maybe something in a fetchingly robust red?

🌕Wally gets a note [accidentally] sent by his semi-new neighbor, Y/N the stylist/seamstress, after it gets mixed up with other things in their messy home office.

🌕When he opens the pristine red heart stamped, white envelope he finds something to the effects of a love letter complete with a lightly perfumed (not intentionally, just cast off from when you were getting dressed near your desk & the episode you were written into called for you & Wally to be near each other)piece of salmon pink paper filled with rich blue ink scribbles that open with "To My Most Darling, Fabulous Neighbor," before he stood stock still beside his open window to read on. His unblinking eyes read this (or something like it):

I cannot help but swoon when I see you wearing any one of my designs. It makes my little heart throng when I see you happily going about your life with the clothes I tailored for you & how your honeybee fleece makes it look as though you were the sun himself put into a tangible form. An incarnation of bright, beautifully blue-topped chef-d'oeuvre Pablo Picasso, Peter D. Jaquish, or even Leonardo da Vince could so much as dream of bringing to spontaneous life. Andy Warhol hasn't a prayer in recreating the honorific hues you iconically carry with your pools of opalescent snowfall glistening like freshly fallen snow with a pair of priceless black pearls that bring an incomprehensible level of depths to them.

If your lulling voice & genteel demeanor were not enough, your eyes draw me further & deeper into these profound feelings I've been pushing down for countless convoluted reasons that I cannot put into words. I hope to make a garb that finally brings worthy wearability to your form & its near-otherworldly resplendence. Possibly make you a line of Red Deliciousness & Pink Ladies for myself, if it's not too much, of course. Maybe swap makeup & hair tips or you could show me how you do such majestic work in such brief windows before the cameras come on.

With love & awaiting skill, Y/N.

🌕Wally is stuck in place, rereading the besotted epistolary in his hands as the words take him some time to grasp. He even asked home to pass him the dictionary from the top of his bookshelf to translate many of the words just to boil it down to its writer being, for lack of better words, "wally, wally, blood & dolly" for him.

🌕He sat in his plush chair, rereading the confession with a new understanding of what Y/N had composed, now transcribed to his understanding.

🌕He barely heard the frantic knocking upon Home's door & Home rocking his chair to snap him out of the hypnosis.

🌕When he does pull through & opens the door, there stood Barnaby with an excited yet curious look on his face.

🌕While Barnaby was getting a hot dog from Howdy with Eddie & Frank picking out ingredients for something related to jelly, Y/N skids in & make a B-line for Eddie, asking if he had delivered any mail from their house to Home that day.

🌕Eddie checks his notes & confirms their hectic question, noting the "very pretty thing holding it shut so nicely" that he could not bear to stuff it into his bag, therefore packing it mindfully in hand to Wally's dwelling.

🌕Y/N's face turns a few shades darker before they fall back into the apple display & causing everyone concern, especially Julie & Poppy who had just walked in not even a split second before it happened.

🌕Barnaby ran to Home, grabbed Wally & brought him to Howdy's where everyone else gathered to check on their friend laying amongst the ripe red fruit scattered about, especially Poppy who told everyone to step back & give the stylist/tailor some room while she tended to them.

🌕He thought back to the letter he had tucked into his cardigan pocket instinctively while Barnaby dashed him to the store & reflected on the decadent words you utilized in writing such a thing. This was followed by him piecing together what had happened.

🌕He, Poppy & Barnaby helped Y/N back to their home & tucked them into bed.

🌕Barnaby & Poppy went all about their neighbor's home looking for things to ease their probable headache after their fall while Wally sits at the same-sized puppet's bedside, quietly watching them rest their lovely, lettered mind. Unable to push that poem from his mind.

🌕While Poppy tended to Y/N's head & Barnaby grabbed some additional pillows from their closet, Wally continued to watch you (a character trait the two bigger puppets were used to, so they didn't notice it.

💛He had never fallen so hard before & he doubts he ever will for anyone else ever again.

[elegantautoretail]

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[best-way-cleaning]

From Chaos to Order: Transforming Messy Offices into Pristine Spaces

Introduction

A cluttered office can significantly hinder productivity and increase stress levels. Transforming a chaotic workspace into an organized, pristine environment can enhance efficiency, foster creativity, and improve overall well-being. This guide outlines practical steps to achieve this transformation.

Assessing the Situation

Evaluate the Clutter:

Conduct a thorough inspection of the workspace. 

Identify areas with excessive clutter and pinpoint the sources.

Categorize items into essential, non-essential, and disposable.

Understand the Root Causes:

Determine why the clutter accumulated. Common reasons include lack of storage, poor organization habits, and insufficient time for cleaning.

Addressing these root causes is crucial for long-term maintenance.

Decluttering Process

Sort and Purge:

Begin with a complete sort-out. Take out everything from desks, drawers, and shelves.

Sort items into three piles: keep, discard, and donate.

Be ruthless in purging non-essential items. If something hasn't been used in six months, it likely isn't needed.

Organize Keepers:

Categorize the items to be kept. Group similar items together (e.g., stationery, documents, personal items).

Use clear bins, labels, and dividers to organize these items neatly.

Implement a 'one in, one out' policy to prevent future clutter.

Efficient Storage Solutions

Maximize Vertical Space:

Use wall-mounted shelves and pegboards to store items off the desk.

Install cabinets or high shelves for infrequently used items.

Invest in Quality Storage:

Choose storage solutions that fit your space and needs. Modular storage systems can be customized for any office.

Consider furniture with built-in storage, such as desks with drawers or filing cabinets.

Utilize Desk Organizers:

Desk organizers can keep daily essentials within reach and maintain order.

Cable management systems prevent tangles and reduce desk clutter.

Establishing a Cleaning Routine

Daily Maintenance:

Spend a few minutes at the end of each day tidying up your desk.

Put away items that are not in use and wipe down surfaces.

Weekly Cleaning:

Dedicate time each week to a more thorough cleaning.

Empty trash bins, vacuum or sweep the floor, and clean computer screens.

Monthly Deep Clean:

Conduct a comprehensive clean-up once a month.

Reevaluate the items in your workspace, and re-organize if necessary.

Digital Declutter

Organize Digital Files:

Sort digital documents into well-labeled folders.

Regularly delete unnecessary files and back up important ones.

Email Management:

Create folders and labels for emails.

Unsubscribe from non-essential newsletters and use filters to sort incoming mail.

Clean Desktop:

Keep your computer desktop clean with minimal icons.

Use tools like virtual desktops to keep workspaces organized.

Personalizing the Space

Add Personal Touches:

Decorate with items that inspire you, such as photos, plants, or artwork.

Ensure personal items do not contribute to clutter.

Ergonomic Considerations:

Arrange your workspace to promote good posture and reduce strain.

Use ergonomic chairs, adjustable desks, and monitor stands.

Encouraging Organizational Habits

Train Staff:

If managing an office, train employees on organizational best practices.

Encourage regular clean-up times and provide necessary supplies.

Lead by Example:

Maintain your workspace as a model for others.

Share success stories and tips to motivate colleagues.

Leveraging Technology

Use Organizational Apps:

Utilize apps and software for task management and scheduling.

Digital tools can help maintain order and track productivity.

Automate Where Possible:

Automate routine tasks to save time.

Use smart office devices to streamline operations.

Conclusion

Transforming a messy office into a pristine space involves a series of deliberate steps, from assessing the current situation to implementing efficient storage solutions and establishing a regular cleaning routine. By addressing both physical and digital clutter, personalizing the workspace, and fostering good organizational habits, one can create an environment that enhances productivity, reduces stress, and promotes overall well-being. Regular maintenance and a commitment to staying organized are key to sustaining a pristine office space.

[sardlaw]

Exploring the Vibrant Tapestry of Events in Barcelona: A Guide to Unforgettable Experiences

Barcelona, the cosmopolitan capital of Catalonia, Spain, is a city pulsating with energy and cultural richness. Renowned for its architectural marvels, pristine beaches eventos en barcelona is also a hub for a diverse range of events that attract millions of visitors each year. From music festivals and art exhibitions to sporting spectacles and gastronomic extravaganzas, the city offers a plethora of experiences to suit every taste and interest. In this comprehensive guide, we delve into the kaleidoscope of events that make Barcelona a year-round destination for unforgettable experiences.

Festivals and Celebrations:

Barcelona is synonymous with vibrant festivals that celebrate its rich cultural heritage and global outlook. The city comes alive with color, music, and revelry during events such as:

La Mercè: Held annually in September, La Mercè is Barcelona's largest street festival, paying homage to the patron saint of the city. It features parades, concerts, traditional dances, and breathtaking firework displays.

Sant Jordi: Celebrated on April 23rd, Sant Jordi is Catalonia's equivalent of Valentine's Day, where the streets are adorned with roses and books, and couples exchange tokens of affection amidst a backdrop of literary events and cultural performances.

Barcelona Carnival: Embracing the spirit of merriment and extravagance, the Barcelona Carnival in February showcases colorful processions, masquerade balls, and street parties that captivate locals and tourists alike.

Music and Performing Arts:

Barcelona's cultural landscape is enriched by a dynamic calendar of music festivals, theater productions, and dance performances that cater to diverse tastes:

Primavera Sound: Recognized as one of Europe's premier music festivals, Primavera Sound attracts top-tier international artists across genres like indie, rock, electronic, and hip-hop, drawing music enthusiasts from around the globe.

Grec Festival: Held in the summer months, the Grec Festival transforms Barcelona into a stage for avant-garde theater, dance, and music performances, utilizing iconic venues like the Teatre Grec and open-air amphitheaters.

Sónar Festival: A mecca for electronic music aficionados, Sónar Festival combines cutting-edge audiovisual displays with pioneering electronic beats, fostering an immersive experience that pushes the boundaries of creativity and innovation.

Sports Extravaganzas:

Barcelona's passion for sports transcends boundaries, with the city hosting world-class sporting events that thrill fans and athletes alike:

FC Barcelona Matches: The Camp Nou stadium reverberates with fervor during FC Barcelona's home matches, offering spectators the chance to witness the magic of Lionel Messi and other footballing legends in action.

Barcelona Marathon: Drawing participants from across the globe, the Barcelona Marathon traverses iconic landmarks such as the Sagrada Familia and the Gothic Quarter, providing a scenic backdrop for runners seeking both challenge and inspiration.

Formula 1 Spanish Grand Prix: Racing enthusiasts converge on the Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya each May to witness the Formula 1 Spanish Grand Prix, where blistering speeds and adrenaline-fueled excitement unfold against the backdrop of Catalonia's picturesque countryside.

Culinary Delights: Barcelona's culinary scene is a melting pot of flavors and influences, celebrated through gastronomic events and food festivals that tantalize the taste buds:

Barcelona Beer Festival: Craft beer connoisseurs unite at the Barcelona Beer Festival, where breweries showcase their finest brews amidst a backdrop of live music, workshops, and gastronomic delights.

Mercat de Mercats: Spanning three days in October, Mercat de Mercats brings together the city's top chefs, restaurateurs, and food artisans to showcase Catalonia's culinary prowess through tastings, cooking demonstrations, and market stalls.

Tapas Tour: Embark on a culinary journey through Barcelona's bustling neighborhoods, sampling an array of delectable tapas paired with regional wines and vermouth, as expert guides unveil the city's culinary heritage and traditions.

Cultural Experiences:

Immerse yourself in Barcelona's rich tapestry of art, history, and innovation through a myriad of cultural events and exhibitions:

Picasso Museum: Delve into the artistic legacy of Pablo Picasso at the Picasso Museum, which hosts rotating exhibitions, workshops, and lectures that illuminate the life and work of one of the 20th century's most influential artists.

MNAC: The National Museum of Catalan Art (MNAC) showcases Catalonia's artistic heritage through a vast collection spanning Romanesque frescoes, Gothic altarpieces, and modernist masterpieces by luminaries such as Antoni Gaudí and Joan Miró.

Design Week Barcelona: Design aficionados converge on Barcelona each June for Design Week, a multidisciplinary event that celebrates innovation, creativity, and sustainable design through exhibitions, talks, and workshops held across the city.

Conclusion:

Barcelona's vibrant events calendar reflects the city's eclectic spirit and enduring appeal as a cultural, artistic, and sporting epicenter. Whether you're drawn to pulsating music festivals, savory culinary delights, or captivating cultural experiences, Barcelona offers an abundance of opportunities to immerse yourself in unforgettable moments that will leave an indelible mark on your journey. So, pack your bags, embrace the rhythm of the city, and prepare to be swept away by the myriad wonders of Barcelona's dynamic events scene.

[call-sign-shark]

What an incredible one-shot you've written here Lee, as always.

The mood board is stunning, I particularly enjoy the direct reference to Satine from Le Moulin Rouge. This is a very immersive story, and I love how it starts with a very light mood, particularly thanks to Arthur being... Well, true to himself and Finn discovering his hormones when facing a very Jessica Rabbit-coded character.🤭 "Allowing the king to exit in grand fashion, he remained at the table unwilling to allow his baby brother to spoil his evening or his plans for the future." Special mention to this, I YELLED at the king metaphor you've executed so beautifully.

The whole character of Satine itself is pristine. The way she's so confident and goes straight to the point make her incredibly fleshed out. I'm pretty sure she's taken Tommy aback when asking if he was here to fuck her aha. Now, my favorite thing out of the whole story might be your terrifying portrayal of Tommy. He's so predatory and threatening, just like in this: "Tommy laughed mirthlessly, the sharp note of annoyance clear as he rolled his eyes. He took a moment to light his cigarette, the flame of his lighter flashing in her cat-like eyes. “Your real name,” he pressed in a low, dangerous voice, taking a step closer to where she now stood." While I know it's a dark version of him, I can't help but think that this part is very canon.

AND WHAT ABOUT THAT PLOT TWIST??? Lee, your genius will never cease to amaze me!! Taking the very small canon info of Barney and Tommy fucking the same girl during the war to turn her into the main character of this one-shot is just insanely clever. TOmmy's deception must have hurt a lot but I wondered what happened with the man who "forced her" out of the flat... Poor girl must have been through hell.

I loved the dark but still open ending. I know a lot of people would love a second part but I do think this is the best way of ending it! Okay this comment is already messy but I just want to quote this as one of the most iconic lines I've ever read in Tommy fanfic : "The sound echoed around him like the beating of the shovels inside his skull and he turned away clutching his head. "

You're No Good For Me

Tommy Shelby x OC Satine

Summary: When Tommy comes into possession of a new club, the Shelbys want to know more about the beautiful and seductive performer working there. What happens when Tommy confronts her about her hidden past?

Author’s Note: Requested by @goodnightkatherine who wanted to see Tommy with a jazz singer men are obsessed with.

Warnings: language, mention of drinking, violence, possessiveness, hints of dark!Tommy, PTSD, mention of a weapon

“Bloody hell, the tits on her! Didn’t I tell ya?” Arthur asked, a wicked smirk curling around the edges of his whisky glass. His eyes never left the stage where a voluptuous ginger haired beauty leaned over the crowd. As her gloved hand seductively slid along the curve of her hip, a slight shudder ran through Arthur. He shifted in his chair, adjusting his trousers just as her ruby lips parted once more and she purred the last line of a lovesick ballad into a golden microphone.

“They’ve got a little perch for her up in the rafters and she swings on it like a bird. Last night she even did an act with red silks where she tied herself-“ Finn started, excitedly.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Arthur cut him off. “Shouldn’t he be working the door?” he rolled his eyes toward the table, irritation visible in his clenched fist.

Tommy leaned back in his chair, studying the effect she had on his brothers and every other man in the club. “Go on, Finn,” he ordered with a jerk of his chin.

As the number came to an end, he placed his cigarette between his lips and clapped stiffly, the deafening noise drowning out the huff of a laugh that escaped before an honest assessment. “So this is why you want to stay in London, eh?”

“S right,” Arthur affirmed eagerly as he poured another round. “You need someone to keep an eye here.”

“On the club, Arthur,” Tommy reminded his brother with a sharp note of warning.

“And she’s part of it, ain’t she?” Arthur grumbled.

Tommy shook his head warily, “Remember what dad used to say, brother. Fast women…”

“And slow horses…”, Arthur interjected with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I know, I know, Tom!”

Tommy held Arthur’s gaze for a moment as he finished bitterly, “Will ruin your life.” He stamped out his cigarette in the ashtray, glancing back toward the empty stage. “I’ve things to do first, then I’ll give you my answer,” he replied, abruptly ending their conversation.

“Go on then. Don’t let me keep ya,” Arthur bellowed with a sweep of his arm. Allowing the king to exit in grand fashion, he remained at the table unwilling to allow his baby brother to spoil his evening or his plans for the future.

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The passageways beneath the stage were dark and winding, causing Tommy’s chest to constrict unnaturally. It didn’t bother him when there was chatter from the girls, but now it had become eerily silent save for the rush of blood through his ears. Tommy made haste to the dressing rooms, forcing his boots to thud upon the concrete floor a bit harder than necessary.

Soon he came upon the room he sought, breathing a sigh of relief at the glow of pale orange light seeping from beneath the door like an outstretched hand saving him from the smothering darkness. Like a beacon it called to him and he pushed the flimsy panel open without knocking, any pretense of formality forgotten. 

“I need to speak with you,” he informed the woman sat at the vanity. The redhead looked up with a look of bored detachment, powdering her nose as she raised her eyes to meet his in the mirror.

“Can I help you?” she asked with a foreign lilt he immediately recognized as French.

“You don’t know who I am, do you?” he asked incredulously.

“Are you an admirer?” she asked with a sly smile. Tommy cocked an eyebrow at her, but she only giggled in return. “I have many of those.”

“No, love, I’m not here to throw roses at your feet,” he confirmed. 

“That’s a pity. I like roses,” she pouted. 

“So I’ve heard from your previous employer, but there’s going to be a new arrangement. You see, as of last week, I own this club,” Tommy informed her as he clasped his hands behind his back.

She turned slowly to face him, head tilted to catch a glimpse of his shadowed face beneath his cap. “Are you here to fuck me?” she offered breathlessly.

Tommy shook his head. “No, nothing like that," he assured her, removing his cap slowly and placing it on a nearby chair.

“Then this job will be easier than I expected,” she purred, standing to her full height. She was easily a foot taller than Tommy and she carried it with a casual elegance.

“What’s your name?” he asked, fishing his cigarette case from his pocket and turning it over in his palm.

“Satine,” she replied without hesitation, a smirk playing on her lips mischievously.

Tommy laughed mirthlessly, the sharp note of annoyance clear as he rolled his eyes. He took a moment to light his cigarette, the flame of his lighter flashing in her cat like eyes. “Your real name,” he pressed in a low, dangerous voice, taking a step closer to where she now stood.

In such close proximity she was able to scan the details of his face, pale skin still youthfully freckled but the sunken cheeks and dark circles beneath his eyes bore the passage of time. She looked away before he could glimpse the recognition hidden in her gaze, but she’d already lingered a moment too long.

Tommy seized on it immediately. “You think I don’t know you behind a few rhinestones and hair lacquer,” he taunted, exhaling a large plume of smoke toward her. Leaning in to capture her face in the palm of his callused hand he hissed, “Say your fucking name.”

She tried not to recoil, but the tight lipped smile that tugged at her mouth gave away her discomfort. “Why do you need this?” she asked, jerking her chin away in defiance. 

“Cos I want you to admit what you are...what you did,” Tommy spat, hand flying to her delicate neck as he forced her against the opposite wall. 

Red nails clawing against his wrist, Satine shook her head. “I-I did nothing…” she sputtered.

“Yeah, you did nothing," Tommy nodded in agreement as he emphasized the last word. "Left me for dead," he seethed, tightening his hold until she was left gasping for air before him.

Her eyes welled with tears as they had that final night spent together, tucked away in her tiny flat making promises of a life together after the war. Back then he didn’t care that she fucked Barney first, knowing he would be her last. She’d promised him she’d be his forever. She said, "I'll wait through any storm to be by your side."

It was that thought alone that drove him to dig after the tunnel collapse, clawing his way from the depths of the blackened earth to seek her embrace. There was nothing but emptiness waiting in her flat, however, the neighbor apologizing with sorrowful eyes when forced to recount the man come to collect her. For the better part of a year, he chased a ghost before returning home to Birmingham alone.

As the memories washed over him in quick succession, Tommy allowed the rage to consume him. He watched her head loll and her eyes roll back in the moment before losing consciousness. A low whimper from her pulled him out of himself, the intoxicating sound of her causing his hands to shake uncontrollably. With that, he released his grasp and backed away to the center of the room as nausea gripped him.

Satine fell forward clutching her chest, a coughing fit descending upon her as she struggled for breath. “T-tommy,” her desperate voice called out. The sound echoed around him like the beating of the shovels inside his skull and he turned away clutching his head. 

“You’re no good for me,” he reminded himself as he screwed his eyes shut. But I want you still, his tortured mind replied, fingers fumbling beneath his jacket for the cold comfort of his revolver...a decision to be made.

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[womanofwords]

STEM Kids Shenanigans (Chapter 10)

Chapter 10: Day Of The Pink

Angelo's mornings were always rushed. He woke up late more often than not, and when that happened, he grabbed the nearest clean clothes (who cared if they were rumpled) and rushed his way through brushing his teeth, packing his bag (that he had thankfully packed the night before) and grabbing a breakfast to have on the go. Whether he made it to the bus or had to take the next one depended on luck.

He got to school barely on time, which he considered to be down to Riva luck. The lanky boy slid into his seat with his friends just in time for the register to be taken.

"Mr Riva, right on time," Mr Oluwatola said.

"Good morning, Mr Oluwatola," Angelo said, gasping for air. Dante handed him a comb. "What's this for?" he asked Dante.

"Your hair," he said. "It looks . . . bad." Yujin handed him a mirror, and he saw the extent of the damage. Bird's nest was an understatement. His hair was a mess, sticking out every which way. Angelo hurriedly started combing at what he could, but it had little effect. It was stubborn and refused to go where the comb directed it. Eventually, he smoothed it upwards into a messy mohawk and went to class.

He was stopped by Melanie, who immediately cited him for a dress code violation. "Students can't come to school with unkempt hair," she said, sneering as she wrote his name down. "That mop on your head looks disorderly and chaotic."

"Thanks," Angelo said sarcastically.

Melanie didn't look up from her note-taking. "As punishment, you will be spending the rest of your morning break in a reflection room with me, reading the section of the student handbook that concerns the dress code. Report to the behaviour officer's desk immediately after your lesson is over. That is all." She walked away, and Angelo sighed.

Melanie thought my hair looked so bad that I had to go to detention over it? Angelo thought to himself. She hates me.

(PAUSE)

At the STEM meeting, Angelo combed his hair with Dante's comb while ranting. "Seriously? I had to give up my morning break because Melanie thought my hair was messy? Is that even in the school rules?" By the time he was done ranting, his hair was pristine. It was still relatively curly (only a straightener would fix that), but at least it was combed to the front and gave him a decent fringe.

"She made you stay in a reflection room over your hair?" Yujin gasped. "That's ridiculous!"

"To be fair, that definitely sounds like something Melanie would do," Dante said.

"Of course it sounds like something Melanie would do! We can tell because it involves a blatant overreaction to normal school rules," Layla said. "I wouldn't be surprised if she gave me a detention because my hijab is too red."

"I still want to mess with Melanie, though," Angelo sighed. "But I don't know how."

"What about one of your inventions?" Layla suggested.

"Too time-consuming. And I'm going to be petty about it, too," Angelo said. "She wants my hair to be orderly, then she can do it herself and see how much trouble it is to maintain."

Yujin grinned. "I know exactly how to do that. Angelo, are you OK with wearing pink?"

"Sure. I have a little sister. Pink is all over the house," Angelo said.

"I don't know what we're doing, but I want to be a part of it just to annoy Melanie," Dante said. Layla nodded in agreement.

Yujin reached into her bag and produced multiple clips and scrunchies. "So, can you do this yourselves, or do I need to help you?"

(PAUSE)

When the four STEM club students came to afternoon registration, they caused quite a stir.

Angelo and Yujin both had their hair clipped back with pink hair clips. Angelo's had a unicorn on the end of it, while Yujin's was glittery.

Dante had his braids tied back with a pink scrunchie.

Layla had swapped out her iconic red hijab for a pink one. She had also placed pink scrunchies and hair ties on both of her wrists. "Where did you even get a pink hijab so fast?" Dante asked.

"I have a spare one in my bag at all times," Layla replied. "If you stay ready, you don't have to waste time getting ready."

"Is this a strange new trend?" Mr Oluwatola asked, when he saw them come in.

"It's in the spirit of obeying the school rules," Angelo said, lying through his teeth. "I don't want a dress code violation on my record."

"The rules are so strict in this school," Dante said.

"What makes you say that?" Mr Oluwatola asked.

"Sorry about being late, sir," Melanie said, walking in with comedic timing. "I had to cite someone for littering on the way here and . . ." She trailed off when she saw the four STEM students all wearing pink somewhere. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Language," they chorused.

"Melanie, watch your language," Mr Oluwatola droned.

"Sorry about the language, sir. But really what are those STEM kids doing?" Melanie asked. Everyone turned to look at the four, and students began muttering to each other about the situation.

"I got a citation from Melanie for having messy hair and the student handbook that I had to read in morning break detention said that hairclips could be used to keep hair looking presentable," Angelo explained. "So I chose these ones."

"We're doing it out of solidarity to our friend," Layla said.

"So this is your version of the Spartacus thing," Mr Oluwatola said. The four STEM students nodded.

"Just another way to know which kids are the biggest troublemakers," Melanie snarked. "From now on, I'll know that anyone seen wearing anything pink is just trying to look cool and get on my nerves! Not just my nerves, but the nerves of every prefect in the school!"

"Are you done monologuing, Melanie?" someone asked sarcastically. "Because we have classes to get to."

Melanie rolled her eyes and let out an exaggerated huff. "Fine. Just spread the word that anyone caught wearing pink things like them-" Melanie pointed a finger at the four STEM students at the back- "will be considered to be an enemy of the rules."

"Go to class, students. This includes you, Melanie," Mr Oluwatola said, as the bell rang to release them from the on-the-spot speech.

(PAUSE)

Angelo, Dante, Layla and Yujin spent the rest of the day like that. They didn't react to the stares, whispers and giggles of the rest of the student body. It was nothing new to them, after all. However, they did get one piece of positive reception for their troubles.

"Angie!" Mirella giggled, rushing towards her big brother. "Angie and his friends are pretty!"

"Yes, we are!" Angelo agreed, scooping her up. "Who took you to big brother's school, Mimi?"

"Uncle Antonio," Mirella said.

"And Uncle Antonio let you cross the road on your own?" Angelo asked, his voice becoming strained.

"No," Mirella said, pointing at Uncle Antonio, who waved at them from afar. Angelo let out a sigh of relief. "Everyone going home now."

"Yes." Angelo walked away with Mirella, who immediately screamed. Everyone turned to look at them. "What? Mirella, what is it?" Angelo asked.

"Dante, Layla and Yujin come with us," Mirella wailed.

"No, they have to go to their houses," Angelo explained. "Their families want them to come home." Mirella whimpered and reached for Dante.

"Dante stay?" Mirella asked.

"Dante has to go home," Angelo explained.

"Yes, my brothers will miss not getting to annoy me," Dante said. This did not disconcert the three-year-old.

"Layla stay?" she asked.

"No, I have to go home too," Layla explained.

"Yujee stay?" Mirella asked. Yujin squealed.

"She knows my name!" Yujin celebrated.

Angelo chuckled. "Sort of."

"Oh, you are adorable! The best person ever!" Yujin gushed, while Mirella giggled. "But I can't stay either, because I have to go home." Yujin patted Mirella's head sympathetically. "See you next time we come over, OK, Mirella?"

"OK," Mirella said. "Bye-bye, big brother friends."

"Bye, Mirella!" they chorused. Once they were gone, Mirella pulled at Angelo's hair.

"Mine now," she said, and Angelo gave it up without hesitation or argument.

He didn't need to prove a point to anybody now.

To read the other parts of this fic, see Masterlist.

[independentartistbuzz]

Indie 5-0 with Bad Knights: Holiday Edition

Bad Knights is the alternative and soft rock band who writes music from life’s raw, messy, and beautiful tales. In 2020, circa when-the-world-shut-down, serial nomad Stig found himself at the mercy of boredom. But from this time of introspection and experimentation came an overwhelming drive to do something he’d otherwise never have done – to write some unique, personal rock ’n roll songs that tell the real-life stories of people he had encountered along his many journeys. As the months passed, this never before musician had soon built up a collection of songs, and finally decided to record them at the continued insistence of some mates.

We spoke with Stig of Bad Knights about the holidays, holiday music, and the band’s projects in this special holiday Indie 5-0.

Let’s dive in:

What is your favorite holiday song and why?

‘Let it Snow’ by Frank Sinatra. A hard choice to make with the range of choices, but simple for sentimental reasons and ones of nostalgia. 

What were the traditions around the holidays in your house growing up?

My earliest memories of the holidays involved putting up the Christmas tree, decorations, and having great food for days. Holidays for us would rarely be massive extended family affairs, as most relatives, cousins uncles and aunts were strewn across the world. My personal favourite tradition, would be my attempts to hide behind the couch and catch Santa Claus in the act. Needless to say, there were many unsuccessful attempts before i found out the truth.

If you could record your dream holiday duet with anyone dead or alive what would it be?

Dolores O’Riordan of the Cranberries. As a rock artist with deep baritone vocals, i suppose the ideal duet would be with a singer that compliments the style of music, and of course, and artist who’s music I’ve always loved since i was young. Besides, her iconic voice and aura could make most kinds of music- brighter, better and more colourful. 

What is the first holiday track you ever learned?

Although not in my native language, Feliz Navidad by José Feliciano was my first memory of a holiday song and also the first song I learned to sing along to, despite not knowing what any of the words meant. Over the years, and when travelling, I soon discovered how it was a song that had equal appreciation all over the world.  You just released your debut album, Letters to Everybody. What can you share about the album? What has it meant to you?

Our album, Letters to Everybody, is an enigma of a rock album, unique in the sense that it combines styles, sounds, and music that transcends genres and sub-genres. The songs across the album wash you with waves of nostalgia, cigarettes and whiskey vocals, droning synths, angelic backing vocals and pristine rock instrumentation. But perhaps most importantly, these are stories for everybody with pertinent and deep messages that inspire hope. 

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