#thank fucking god i like 70’s music

[oneluckygoose]

For those wondering what my James Potter is going to be like: his favorite song will be “Hooked on a Feeling” by Blue Swede

[kamaluhkhan]

GUILTY AS SIN?

GLUTTONY — part vi of we'll write sins not tragedies

pairing: luke castellan x nemesis! reader (afab) word count: 3k summary: after a mission gone wrong, you unknowingly take the fall for a friend; you get drunk with the enemy; and you start to think that, if they’re going to crucify you anyway, you might as well indulge in a few fatal fantasies. warnings: set during the last olympian so spoilers for the entire pjo book series; luke + reader get drunk; mention of death + war + reader has some survivor's guilt; smut (unprotected p in v, oral f receiving, kinda sub!luke, brief allusion to knife kink — 18 + MDNI) + angst author's note: not sure how i feel ab this one but i've been workshopping it for weeks so i think her time has come !! also maybe got a bit too deep into book lore oops. also also ive been listening to this song an outrageous amount and i hope i did it justice ANYWAYS lmk what y'all think, thanks sm for reading ♥

♪ "guilty as sin?" by taylor swift

you’re well aware of how suspicious this looks, rendezvousing with the enemy at a sleazy dive bar in the heart of the city. 

he walks in, and your heart starts to beat faster in anticipation. his familiar deep brown eyes are now striking gold, and a streak of gray is woven through his signature dark curls — evidence of the battles you've fought, on opposite sides, and an ominous reminder of a war that has yet to be over. 

as he casually orders himself a drink and one for you, you keep a hand on your concealed dagger. it’s become an instinct of yours, whenever he’s around.

“i didn’t come here to fight.” he assures, catching the glint of your blade. 

“and what about…..” you gesture broadly at him. 

“we’re not entirely synched yet, so it gives him a break whenever i’m in full control,” he explains as though reciting from a textbook (something like how to betray your loved ones and overthrow the olympians 101). “it’s only me tonight. i swear on the river styx.”

a shiver passes through you.

about a year ago, luke tracked you down in new york. apparently, kronos was pushing him to do something extreme, and luke felt conflicted. 

you thought it had to be some sort of cruel joke, because you could not think of anything more extreme than what luke had already done in facilitating a war between gods and titans. you had no patience for his crocodile tears, not after he played you so well the first time. 

you told him as much, then told him to fuck off. 

to be fair, you didn’t know that would lead to him bathing in the river styx and becoming a vessel for the titan lord himself.

luke wears the curse of achilles well: all strong muscles and sharp angles, his tan skin glowing ever-so slightly, and his body devoid of any fresh cuts or bruises despite surviving an explosion just a few days prior. 

“so….what? you’re the pilot whenever kronos needs to take a really long nap?” 

“i’d say timeshare is the closest way to describe it.” 

“50/50 ownership?”

“more like 90/10.”

you scoff. “sounds like a scam.”

the corner of his mouth quirks up in amusement. it reminds you so much of old times, his boyish charm peeking through whenever a camper would try to pull a prank on him, and then complain when he’d beat them to the punch. 

“it’s just me,” he repeats, but you didn’t need any more confirmation.

you know deep in your gut, from that mischievous smirk alone: it’s not the lord of time, but luke castellan next to you.

the bar is surprisingly busy for a weeknight. there’s a game being shown on TV, and people wearing sports jerseys occasionally groan or cheer or come to the counter to order another pint for their table while keeping their eyes glued to the screen. the jukebox in the corner plays music from the 70s and 80s as a group of friends starts to dance, tipsy after a deadly combination of jello shots and sangria.

for the first few drinks, you and luke are silent, letting these sounds of regular human existence fill the space between you. you half-expect him to ask about law school admissions, or the new tattoo you got on your upper thigh, or your band’s latest show — all fragments of your own mundane mortal life used to distract yourself from demigod realities. 

he doesn’t, though. luke just stares at the hockey game, one you know for a fact he doesn’t care about because the rangers aren’t playing, as he sips his old-fashioned like he has all the time in the world. 

“did you wanna meet so we could just sit here in silence or….”

when you had agreed to this meeting, you had a clear goal in mind: find out who the spy is and clear your name.

it might be too much rum or the crushing weight of recent events, but you no longer have the energy nor the drive to be strategic or even cautious around luke. now, you’re looking for a cure to your bone deep boredom and heartache.

"no. i’m here because….” he falters and runs a hand through his hair. “look, i heard about what happened at camp. and, with beck —” 

“dying?” you finish, taking one last gulp of your drink. all the rage, resentment and grief you’ve been feeling has been lodged in your throat. you’d hope each sip of your dark and stormy would burn through it, but instead it comes tumbling from your lips. 

“honestly, beck would probably still be alive if you didn’t join the dark side. i guess you’re kinda leading the dark side now, aren’t you luke? what’s that like?” 

luke polishes off his drink, too, his cheeks flushed. he gestures at the bartender for a third round of drinks. or is it fourth? 

“don’t be a dick,” luke sighs once a replenished glass is placed in front of him. “i obviously never wanted to hurt you — any of you.”

if you were of sober mind, maybe you’d point out that it’s too late; that luke already hurt all of you the minute he decided to side with kronos.

“i know i did, though,” he adds after swallowing a mouthful of his drink. 

you know that if luke was of sober mind, he would never have admitted that. he seems to know better than to apologize though, hopefully recognizing that the damage has already been done. 

it’s not like your hands aren’t bloody, too. 

“it was supposed to be me, you know?” you let out a watery laugh. “i was supposed to go with percy on the mission, but beck offered to go instead because he thought — he knew — that it would….it would be hard for me to see…. you.”

luke pauses and turns away from you. “you couldn’t have known what would happen.” his voice wavers, too. “beckendorf was looking out for you — it’s what he does. did.”

“i couldn’t even go to the funeral,” you continue. “i feel like i didn’t really get to say goodbye, you know?”

 “yeah,” luke hums sorrowfully. “mourning someone who fought for the gods isn’t really allowed where i am.”

again, you could point out the irony in what he’s saying. given everything he’s done, luke dug his own grave and clearly some for his friends, too. 

tears sting your eyes, but you blink them away. the reality is that one of your best friends died because you couldn’t handle an encounter with your ex-boyfriend, the one you’re currently sitting beside. 

you might not have done what they accused you of, but you’re nowhere near innocent. who were you to give yourself permission to cry?

in the dim neon light, you notice a tear slide down luke’s cheek before he wipes it away just as fast.

he clears his throat. “to charles beckendorf: a hero by any other name.”

you tap your glass against luke’s, and you both drink in honor of your lost friend. you drink to everyone and everything you’ve lost, too. 

beckendorf is dead; chris has lost his mind; clarisse might start her own war with the apollo cabin over a flying chariot; and ever since the princess andromeda mission went terribly wrong, silena can’t go one minute without bursting into tears. 

it was too easy for everything to fall apart, as though this was always what the fates had in store for you — the next generation of greek tragedies. 

thankfully, there always comes a break in the tragedy, and it seems to be now: you and luke, getting drunk off whiskey and rum and old memories. 

you remember countless times sneaking out to the beach after curfew, mixing store-brand soda with cheap alcohol smuggled into camp by luke’s half-brothers; hot summer nights spent fantasizing about existence outside of camp and returning to your head counselor duties in the morning with chiron and mr. d none the wiser. once you started dating, it became routine for the two of you to wander away from the group for some privacy, somewhere far enough away so that no one could hear you scream luke’s name.

those memories still make your skin flush, even as you’re here drinking cocktails at a bar in the city, with one friend gone to elysium and everyone else calling you a traitor.

“i can’t believe you don’t remember that night! mr. d caught a few senior campers getting drunk in his office? they stole a super expensive bottle of wine, threw up all over the carpet, and had to spend the rest of the night cleaning it?” 

you continue shaking your head. you tip your glass back to capture the last drops of amber liquid before confessing:  

“what i remember is spending the whole night jealous of malcolm pace because he got to slow dance with you.”

luke lets out something between a scoff and a laugh, then he’s silent for a few moments.

“i love this song,” luke muses, words blurring together. “i haven’t heard it in a while.” he finishes his drink and sets the glass down, holding his hand out to you. 

your brain is a bit foggy from all the alcohol, so it takes you a few seconds to realize what he’s asking. 

“you wanna dance?”

“yeah,” he answers. “make up for lost time.”

it’s not until you feel luke’s chest pressed against yours, his hands firmly on your waist, that you register what song is currently playing.

“downtown lights” by the blue nile — luke had spent so long trying to find the right song for your first time together. 

you told him not to worry, teased him a bit for planning every detail so meticulously, but deep down, your heart swelled with how much he cared.

the empty hermes cabin during capture-the-flag, both of you pretending to be too injured from sparring practice to play. luke’s sweaty hands fumbling with the condom, you having to step in and rip the wrapper with your teeth. clothes being haphazardly thrown on so you could run back to the infirmary before anyone noticed. silent vows to do it again, and again, and again. 

the more time spent exploring and experimenting, the more you got the rhythm of each other’s bodies, knew how to make the other squirm and throw their head back in pleasure — and that didn’t just go away when luke joined kronos’ army. 

even when your loyalties were more clear, your consciousness was plagued with visions of you and luke together, ones that left your sheets burning, more than the blazing summer heat. you confided in silena about these once, and she assured you that there is no such thing as bad thoughts. 

she did warn you, though: it’s when you indulge in these fantasies that they risk becoming fatal.

now, thinking back and forth between memories with luke and the events of this past very shitty week, you realize that maybe that’s why you’re here.

despite everything you’ve done, you supposedly betrayed people you consistently fight beside, fight for; you were thrown out of a place you once considered home and told never to come back. 

you were doomed from the start — a daughter of nemesis, assumed to be wicked and revenge-seeking since birth. 

well, if they’re going to crucify you anyway…..

once the song ends, you ask:

“you wanna go outside for a smoke?”

your hands start playing with the curls at the base of luke’s neck, hinting at what you were hoping comes next.

luke licks his lips, gold eyes darker than before. 

“guess you’re itching to put that celestial bronze to good use,” he says lowly.

“only if you ask nicely,” you drawl. 

luke blushes. 

you pull away from him, start walking towards the back exit, and pray that he follows you. 

—

this is why meeting with you was dangerous: there’s no one else in the world – god, titan, or otherwise – luke castellan would get on his knees for, let alone in the filthy alley behind a bar.  

technically, kronos sent luke here to recruit you. 

the scythe charm — the one used to communicate with silena — sits heavy in his pocket. it’s part of the reason why you were exiled from camp, why your friends don’t look at you the same way. why you can’t ever go back home, not really. 

luke imagines you might resent those who threw you out of camp, but you would never betray them. he knew that you weren’t likely to join kronos’ army.

he’s thankful that, at the very least, you still have a penchant for breaking some rules. 

the two of you are a tangled mess of teeth and tongue. luke tastes the spiciness of ginger beer and rum, mixed with sweetness from the clove cigarette you just smoked. you lock one leg around luke’s hip, and the brief glimpse of your lacy black underwear has him throbbing. one of your hands slips underneath his shirt to trace the contours of his abdomen. luke’s breath hitches when your hand reaches down even further. 

“wait –” you pause your actions to let luke finish his sentence, and already he regrets voicing his hollow concern. “i….i probably should not be doing this.”

“me neither,” you concede, breathing steadily.“but, they already think i’m guilty.”  with your other hand, your thumb dances over his kiss-swollen lips and luke feels something ignite in the pit of his stomach. “maybe i am, with how much i think about you.”

luke knows what’s at stake for him, if anyone finds out, but in a booze-soaked haze and with you looking at him like that, he can’t seem to care. 

it’s coming back to him now: that endless cycle of waking up sticky and drenched in sweat over dreams of screaming your name and going about his day like it wasn’t a paradox to be leading kronos’ army and still wanting someone aligned with the enemy to devour him. 

when he agreed, however reluctantly, to be a vessel for kronos, luke had to lock those desires inside a vault deep inside his mind. 

this might very well be luke’s last chance to satisfy his cravings, once and for all. tonight, he’s in full control of his body and mind. 

he’ll happily yield his power to you. 

soon enough, your teeth gnaw on his top lip as luke messily thrusts into you, your underwear hastily pushed to the side. he tries to savor every part of this, of you — the heel of your combat boot digging into his back; the sting of your nails where you grip him; the familiar scent of your skin, sickly sweet cherries and burnt vanilla; the hoarseness of your voice, encouraging him to go faster, harder. following your orders, luke wraps both of your legs around his waist and digs his fingers further into your hips to keep them secure.

it’s a religious experience, watching you throw your head back against the brick wall as your orgasm crashes through you. luke follows a few seconds later, pulling out just in time to paint the inside of your thighs with his cum.

luke grins as he watches you come down from your high, eyes closed, chest heaving, neck engraved with the outline of his teeth.

“sorry, didn’t mean to give you a concussion.”

you open your eyes just to roll them at luke, who’s tucking himself back into his jeans.

“you’re such an asshole,” you jest through labored breaths, registering his shit-eating grin. you fix the hem of your leather skirt and pout dramatically. “and you had to leave a mess behind, didn’t you?”

without another word, luke kneels in front of you. 

he leans his head back to admire how your lips curl into a bemused smile at his antics. your fingers press into his pulse point, no doubt feeling how reckless his heartbeat becomes underneath you. once more, your thumb prods at his lips; this time luke grants access, the cold metal of your ring burning on his tongue. 

“is this how you pledged loyalty to your titan king?” you taunt. 

luke shakes his head, still sucking your digit. 

he did have to bow, but not like this. the only entity he’d worship this desperately is you. 

“i’m honored,” you coo. luke bites back a whimper when you remove your thumb from his mouth, instead tracing the scar on his face, up his cheekbone. “i have to say though: i miss your brown eyes, pretty boy.”

his whole body is on fire with how you touch him, but your passing observation feels like a knife to the gut. wanting to be good for you, to prove he’s still your pretty boy, luke pushes up the bottom of your skirt so it bunches around your waist. 

“luke!” you attempt to scold, concealing a moan when his teeth graze your clit through the damp fabric of your underwear. “someone might see.”

“it’ll be fine, baby,” he assures. “is this new?” luke is mesmerized by the fresh ink on your thigh, fingers trailing over swirling black lines. 

you hum, a goddess gazing down on her disciple. “do you like it?”

luke nods. he replaces his fingers with his tongue, journeying across your skin, tasting salty sweat mixed with his cum drying between your legs. he hears your whimpers for more. he complies and plunges two fingers beneath the lace until you reach your peak. luke places one last kiss to your core, before getting up again.

you crash your lips onto his, and you’re kissing him the way you did back when you really loved him, chaotic and feverish. your fingers snake through his curls, and you tug on them just enough to make luke’s head spin. 

you’re somehow more intoxicating than however many drinks he downed earlier.

he sees something simmering behind your eyes, when you ask if he wants to come back to your apartment. you both know you shouldn’t, but honestly — in the grand scheme of things, what’s one more sin?as the two of you are tangled beneath your bedsheets, you decide to frame it differently, as a mutual vow: maybe just one more time will satisfy this hunger.

[lotusconstellation]

Well, I had an idea for you to do...

The reader is a streamer who enters the Welcome website and, together with the live people, gets to know this Welcome and Yandere! Wally.

Well, how would Wally react to that? And as time goes by wally falls in love with the reader, how would he see the reader's fans and his job of doing live, playing games, watching videos?

-🐰

{Sorry this took so long! But I ended up getting to caught up in the request and ended up having to make a pt. 2, I do apologize though, I hope you don’t mind. As always, I hope you enjoy! And thank you for the request!}

(Art, Wally and Welcome Home all rightfully belongs to @partycoffin)

“Nostalgia” Pt. 1

Pairing: Yandere Wally Darling x Streamer! GN!Reader

Tw: Yandere behavior, cussing

Summary: You decide to take a trip down memory lane with your Viewers. Unaware of the consequences.

Y/N was a daily streamer under the name of {Streamer name}.

Y/N wasn't very big or popular, maybe with a few frequent watchers here and there that would greet them in real life and ask for a quick picture, but that’s all Y/N could ask for really.

They didn’t need to have a big platform or have a lot of money. They just wanted to stream for fun, just something they could do in their free time when they had nothing else to do.

Y/N didn’t really have a main style of content to put out. Sometimes it’ll be them reacting/watching something a viewer recommends, playing a video game, or even just making a relaxing space for anyone who needs it— playing soft music in the background while answering to any comments.

One day, Y/N was hit with an unexpected wave of nostalgia. They had started remembering fond memories from childhood. From the happy ones to the embarrassing ones— down to the old shows they used to watch as a kid. The sudden wave gave them an idea. Once they would get home from work, Y/N would take their viewers down memory lane and react to old shows and/or movies from the early 2000’s.

“That theme song had no reason being that good, I’m telling you,” Y/N said, taking a sip of their drink while reading the chat.

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NeonLeon: No fr

Anxpsyche: The Little Einsteins theme song from season 2 is the best, I know they just added clapping but it made it sm better

WhimsicalWanderbitch: I remember I used to watch Little Einsteins and The Backyardigans all the time when I was kid with my brother

Passionfruit69: Pls play the wonder pets theme song

WhimsicalWanderbitch: me and him always sang along to the songs

Theanklebreaker: I loved wonder pets, omg

JumpInTheMacaque: Does anyone remember Sharkboy and Lavagirl?!

Kirbolissous: OH MY GOD I REMEMBER I USED TO LOVE THE SHIT OUT OF YO GABA GABA THAT SHOW WAS MY SHIT

Escapeben: Do you remember Oswald?

Scouts_Kubs: all I remember watching is little bill and how the teletubbies scared tf out of me

Springday23:SAME!

lychee_jelly_tea:I REMEMBER SHARKBOY AND LAVAGIRL

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As Y/N was talking with the chat, they had let out a gasp. “Aweee, oh my god, I just remembered this really old show I used to watch,” The Streamer cooed, flashbacks flooding their mind of them watching said show for hours on end. Recalling all the soft yet bright and vibrant colors of the show, and all the lovable characters.

Y/N waited a moment for the chat to respond. Seeing most of them asking for the name of the show, while a few others carried on with their own conversations. “It wasn’t an early 2000’s show, it was like…” The streamer’s words trailed off, trying to remember when the show was made. “Ah fuck, when was the show made? It was made in the…70’s..? I wanna say, oh my god, Wait, what was it called? God damn it,” Y/N leaned back on their chair, with their hands over their face, as they tried to remember the name of the show. Meanwhile the chat was listing off shows from the 70’s to try and jog their memory.

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lychee_jelly_tea: Lupin the third pt. 2?

JumpInTheMacaque: The Addams Family?

Theanklebreaker: Uh…New Fantastic four?

Kirbolissous: Was it The New Adventures of Batman?

NeonLeon: Scooby doo?

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“Oh my god it was called Welcome Home!,” Y/N shouted, jumping up from their previous position.

“That one show that looks like it was inspired by Sesame Street? Oh my god wait-“ Y/N went to Google and searched up, “Welcome Home Characters” the results popped up right immediately. “These bitches!” The streamer circled their cursor around a big JPG image of all the ‘Welcome Home’ characters.

“I remember that whenever I would have to be babysat by my grandparents, all they had was this old Combo television unit and a bunch of old VHS tapes. So all I had to watch was whatever VHS tapes they had and Welcome Home was one of them,” Y/N explained, unintentionally looking further down the rabbit hole of the show, reminiscing in all its glory. By now, Y/N was grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh my god, this is gonna be embarrassing but I remember Wally, the main character- er the one with the blue hair, low-key used to creep me out,” Y/N laughed, feeling embarrassed how a puppet with a blue pompadour used to creep them out.

“Like, I wasn’t scared of him but the way he laughed and the way he would just stare at people for an uncomfortable amount of time in the show is what creeped me out,” Y/N had elaborated after noticing the chat was clowning them for being scared of a puppet.

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Anxpsyche: Bro, you were scared of him? He looks gay as shit

lychee_jelly_tea: I ACTUALLY REMEMBER WATCHING THAT SHOW AND HAVING A HUGE CRUSH ON WALLY!

JumpInTheMacaque: @Lychee_jelly_tea had me watch that show when we were younger and I low-key loved it

NeonLeon: You were really scared of a puppet? This puppet out of all of them?

JumpInTheMacaque: They actually have a website for that show now

Theanklebreaker: I would be scared of the chicken that looks like Big bird

Passionfruit69: I’d be scared of the gray one that’s looking at the butterfly

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“Okay- Later on I wasn’t scared of him. He grew on me, I’m just saying when I first watched him I thought he was a little off!” Y/N defended, it took awhile for them to notice a specific comment. “Wait, JumpInTheMacaque, you said they have a website?” Y/N leaned forward, scrolling back up to where JumpInTheMacaque made that comment before scrolling back down.

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JumpInTheMacaque: Yea, but you can’t really do much with it rn, you can only see the neighborhood from a Birds Eye view and see the Info about the characters

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“I still wanna see it, give me a sec,” The streamer went to The search bar before pausing. “Is it just called ‘Welcome Home website’ Or…”

“Oh! I found it!” Y/N exclaimed, clicking on the website without hesitating The website opened up and a picture faded in with the title in big pastel letters on the left center of the picture and Wally sitting on a painted rock with colorful flowers, trees, and home all right behind him. Wally stared at you with his round eyes and had an opened mouth smile. Y/N oooh’ed in awe, fascinated by the way the site opened up. “Oh my gosh, this is so cool,” Y/N tried to contain their excitement, but the shake in their voice and the huge smile on their face was a dead give away. They apologized when they realized their failed attempt. “Sorry guys, I’m just so excited right now.”

"With a hop, skip, and a jump, you are ushered into the colorful, serendipitous world of Welcome Home! It only takes one stroll down the neighborhood to know this is just the nicest little place you’ve ever seen! Watch Wally and his colorful array of friendly neighbors learn about the vibrant world around them and take part in nonsensical fun!"

“Oh Jesus Christ, alright, let’s get started- There’s a guestbook?!…YOU CAN WRITE IN IT?! Wait- I wanna look at everything else first before I do the guestbook.“

The rest of the stream was filled with Y/N clicking around in the neighborhood and reading the info about the characters, expressing memories and giving info about some moments they remember from certain episodes. Y/N was about to click out of the neighborhood and take a look at the guest book. However, they caught a glimpse of something that seemed…out of place. “What the hell is that?” Y/N questioned, pointing to the small black spot under Home with their cursor. “What the hell is that?” The streamer leaned closer to their screen, squinting their eyes to try to get a better look. Right away, they tried to see if they could move Home out of the way, but it didn’t work. Whenever they clicked on Home it either opened up to Wally’s info or it didn’t move. “What…what do I do? That’s not just me right, you guys can see that?” Y/N was at a loss, what do they do?

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Kirbolissous: What the hell?

lychee_jelly_tea: I’ve never noticed that before! What is that?!

Anxpsyche: what in the actual hell is that?

NeonLeon: Why is there just a black hole under Wally’s house?

JumpInTheMacaque: Try inspecting it, find Home’s code, delete it, then get out of inspect

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“Okay, hold on,” Y/N followed the instructions the best they could, they wouldn’t really skilled in this type of stuff, so they struggled a bit, though they figured it out pretty quickly. “Okay…” They mumbled, now seeing a huge black hole in the place Home was. Y/N was confused and clicked on the hole. The computer suddenly opened up a new browser and it seemed to be taking awhile to load. However, Y/N said nothing, sitting in silence as the air slowly started to grow thick, and their palms started to sweat.

Y/N’s eyes grew wide once the image finally loaded. The whole screen was black other than a red outline of Wally on his knees, reaching up to a window and Home’s eyes staring back at him. Y/N stared at the image for what seemed like hours. They just sat there, inspecting the image in horror, but mainly in bewilderment.

What was this?

Why was Wally on the ground?

What was going on?

Why was this on the website? Was it supposed to be?

Slowly, Y/N clicked off the browser. The computer immediately took them back to the Welcome Home website. Y/N scratched their nose and clicked out of the neighborhood, going to the guestbook. “Okay, I don’t know what that was but let’s-…” The Streamer put in the name they go by online. “Let’s just do the Guestbook then I’m calling it a day,” Y/N tried not to let people see how spooked they were, but again, their now quiet and soft tone, gave it all away.

Y/N wrote in the guestbook.

“Looked around the neighborhood with all my viewers, everything was so bright and colorful! Really loved it!”

With that, Y/N bid their signature goodbye to everyone before stopping the stream and turning everything off, but Y/N didn’t move just yet. Their mind was still stuck on the image of Wally.

Was that supposed to be on the website? Why would it be? Are they just trying to add a twist to the franchise now? But why would they, it was fine the way it was. Yes, it got canceled, but that’s only because it became outdated. Was this a sign for something big?

Gah, Y/N shouldn’t be worrying about this. People are allowed to add things to a franchise as long as it stays true to the characters (to a certain extent) and stays respectful to the creators boundaries, and Wally was a bit of an odd one. Maybe they’re just now going more in depth with his character since now it’s a new time with new interest, and they have to get people’s attention somehow, right?

Whatever the reason, it was getting late, and Y/N had to get up for work tomorrow. With that, they finally got up from their uncomfortable chair they use for every stream and stretched. Satisfied when they heard some joints pop and crack. Y/N let out a yawn, realizing how tired they were before walking off to their bathroom to brush their teeth..

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

…Through the static of the TV, you can hear Wally’s muffled voice boom through the tiny speakers.

"That concludes our time together for today, my dear neighbors. But rest assured, tomorrow is another day, and I'll be watching over you just as diligently. Goodbye, neighbor. Ha ha ha.”

*Click*

The End! I hope you enjoyed and keep on the lookout for pt.2!

That is all for today, I hope you are having a good Day/Night/Afternoon and I will see you all in my next writing, au revoir!! 💜💜💛💛

[bucknastysbabe]

70s/80s summer camp for jace it’s just so fitting

SO FITTING THAT LIL SUMMER BOY, I struggled at first and really found my groove so I hope it’s good! Thanks for requesting❤️❤️

AU Bingo - 70’s Summer Camp - Jace Velaryon

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW//underage drinking, consumption of marijuana and alcohol in LARGE quantities, Jace and Reader are 18, Cregan’s little sister!reader, enemies to fwb to lovers, slight angst, Addam and Alyn share one brain cell, poor Luke, Cregan is the ultimate Big Bro, cunnilingus, pnv!sex, Frottage, blowjobs, Jace’s Horse Dong, virgin!Jace, we goin wild at the summer camp

“It’s going to be a hot summer this year folks! But we have hotter music for the Summer of seventy-nine. Here’s The Logical Song from Supertramp.”

The man on the radio was right. It was sweltering in Jace’s little black Pontiac firebird transam. He swerved at breakneck speed around the bends on the mountain roads, second nature at this point. Lucerys was in the passenger, nervously eyeing his brother.

“You’re making me quiver,” he shoved the twerp, “Quit being a pussy.”

Luke mumbled, “M’not a pussy!” He sunk down into the leather seats, brown eyes cast to the surrounding trees and views. They’d go through the mountains before making it to the lake and the camp. Camp Wolfwind was the name, the Stark family generously started it over decades ago.

Cregan Stark, Jace’s best friend by mail most of the time would be there. He was assistant director of camp this year, just a year older than him. Cregan always had the air of being mature, making Jace feel like a kid without even trying. Mr. Umber was the camp director, some wildman looking type with a booming laugh.

Jace’s mother had him and Luke come to this camp since they were little, to quote, “I’m not sending my children to that snobby hobnobbing farce of a camp. You boys are going to learn to be of the people and nature.” Safe to say Camp Wolfwind was a staple of Jacaerys summer. It really was a great place.

Being a senior counselor this year added bonuses. More time off between campers, say-so on party invitations, and all the grass, liquor, whatever you could get your hands on. It was a poorly hidden secret Mr. Umber grew his own bud. But only on the weekends you could partake, per Cregan.

“Whose gonna be the female senior counselor?”

Jace almost wrecked the fancy car. Fuck. Cregan’s little sister got that post. He’d had to work with the thorn in his side since, god, he first camp to Wolfwind. She had a way of getting under his skin with that sharp laugh and glinting eyes. Most of the guys thought she was sexy, looking like Jaclyn Smith of Charlie’s Angels.

Jace saw a demon with horns snorting at him when she opened her mouth. He had no clue how that girl was related to the ever calm, collected Cregan. Jace huffed, annoyed that Luke brought back the information he had banished since receiving the letter from his friend.

Whatever. It was his last summer at Wolfwind before heading off to college. Camp stopped last week of July and most of his stuff was packed up back home anyway.

A sign for the camp flew by, Jace’s knuckles whitening on the wheel. Luke snorted and popped back a cheez-it, “You’ll be fine, she’s really not that bad.” The elder brother made a familiar turn, much slower now, and scoffed, “Okay, sure, that’s why Aemond makes you cry at Christmas.” The two were pulling hair and throwing blind punches, the car skidded to a halt as insults were slung.

Cregan leaned into the open window, grinning in amusement, dodging a stray elbow. He slammed on the hood of the trans am a couple of times before Jace collected himself and shot one last side-eye to his shit of a brother. The eldest Stark huffed in humor, “Good to see you Jace and Luke, let’s get you two parked then you can go into the woods to work it out.”

Jace smiled and shook his best friend’s hand, “That can be arranged.”

Luke was back to pouting, quiet and slamming shit as he grabbed his stuff upon parking. The familiar smells and sights greeted Jace’s nose. He couldn’t help but grin at the lake shining under the view of the mountains, the wooden buildings here and there, up through the trees were obstacle courses and archery ranges. The smell of the mess hall wafted by. The Velaryon felt at home here.

Sliding his Ray-bans back, Jace sauntered to the senior counselor rooms, a duplex where he’d be connected to Satan herself. Luke stomped off to the more open spaced male junior counselor building, throwing one last bird finger. Cregan leaned against the porch frame now, holding out a bag full of camp clothes.

“You need to leave that poor boy alone,” he teasingly chastised. Jace plunked his suitcase on the bed and eyed the mirror in front of him. He shrugged, “Always sound like my mom Stark.” Cregan shrugged, “You know me, someone’s gotta do it.” The smaller brunette plugged away his personal clothes.

“Sis is real excited to see you,” he deadpanned.

Cregan’s dry humor could either make one want to drown or laugh until crying. Currently it’s drowning. Jace slammed a drawer shut and snarked, “I’m sure she is, surprised she-wolf wasn’t waiting with a sign that said ‘welcome pansy!’” Another huffing snicker from the elder.

“Well get your swim trunks on and meet down by the dock, Umber’s got us a nice selection while the counselors get here.”

Jace sighed a bit at that. Some bud and a beer would be nice. He shimmied on his red trunks and sandals, putting his best foot forward. He was the alpha somewhat now, had to exude authority. The Velaryon had no idea how his cousins, one a drunken slob and the other an uppity seminarian could exude so much confidence.

Down on the dock, Big John Umber was lighting a pipe, booming, “Jace! My boy! Get over here and have a puff!” Jacaerys grinned, “Yessir, how’ve you been this year?” He took two greedy puffs of the potent herb and held until exhaling with a couple of coughs. Umber’s big hand clapped his back as he replied, “Business is booming son, spent the whole year in Miami!”

Jacaerys waved and nodded at familiar faces; Maris and Cassandra, Ben and Aly Blackwood, Alyn and Addam, then the she-demon. She waved her painted nails, long dark hair streaming down a regrettably beautiful body. The she-wolf cooed, “Jaceyyyy, you ready for camp? Then college? Gonna have to unlatch off of mommy’s tit by then.” Her hazy eyes were lidded, lips curled in sarcasm.

Jace cracked a beer open and sniffed, “Might have to fight Lucerys and Joff back for that position Stark. Sure you’re ready to go wild without Cregan’s approval.”

Cregan’s dark, sharp eyes turned to the pair. She waved a hand, “Just playing around bro, chill out, smoke some more damn.” She stuck her tongue out at Jace and leaned back, exposing more tit than he really needed to see.

He sat on the dock’s edge, humming along to the radio, feeling the buzz tickle his senses.

Soon enough more arrived and a little gathering had developed into a party, Cregan and Umber high as balls watching from their kingly wooden dock chairs. Even little Luke had finished his pouting fit to have some PBR, making a face. Jace was flirting with Cass, boasting about his college plans.

Before a little hand pushed him into the water with a laugh. Jace dunked under the chilled night water, coming up to wipe his hair back and curse, “Hey! What the fuck?” She smiled down at him and said, “Sorry, Cass looked bored. I wanted your spot.” A raucous of laughter echoed around, drunken teens.

Jace narrowed his eyes and swam around to get tossed a towel from Addam, shaking his head. Jace plunked down near the white-blonde and was passed a shot, taking the whiskey quickly. He swallowed down the burn, feeling easier. The Hull boy snickered, “Cregan’s sister has it sooooo bad for you Jace.”

He raised a brow and guffawed at such a notion. “Yeah and gas is gonna go down too!” They both laughed at that, the male humming, “Glad I get a deal on the diesel family monstrosity.” Alyn piped in, “The monstrosity is named mouse and she does a good job.”

Another shot or two was passed around, Jace beginning to feel pretty smacked. He shook his head and excused himself from the twins, “I think I’ve lived up to the family lightweight standards, and I’m gonna retire boys.”

“Awe c’mon, c’mon, we got ghost stories soon!”

He smiled and promised another night, half stumbling back to his new cabin, all to himself. He could shower! Shower! Fuck yes. Jacaerys Velaryon felt like a king. The dim porch lights blurred in his vision, the door almost there.

“Tapping n’for the night already?,” she asked softly, long hair braided back. It looked pretty. No. Bad Jace. Cregan’s sister was drunk off her ass too, eyes hazy and leaning against the wall with a too wide grin. Jacaerys snipped, “Why y’care? Want to push me n’to the water again?”

She shuffled closer, face so sharp and pretty, dark eyes enticing. “No, I wanted to get you to myself and I was making sure ya’ weren’t leavin’.”

Jace’s face suffused into a blush. He stuttered, “W-wh-Wha?” He was a big virgin. With a capital V. Berlin Wall sized V. The darker haired girl smoothed a hand up into his hair, asking, “Taken? No good hm? Whas’ the play here.”

He steadied himself, blinking some sobriety into his thoughts and said, “I’m going to go to my shower. You can turn the radio on. The rest is up to you but,” he snatched at her waist, “Quit playin’ ‘round with me.” She moaned softly, nodding.

He let her go and moved to his room, stripping inelegantly, heading straight to the shower, leaving the door cracked. It got to a steaming heat, he stepped under, sighing, his cock beginning to hang heavy between his legs.

Right.

Jace had a ridiculously sized cock. So large in fact he thought something was wrong and went to his step-father about it. Who crassly widened his pale eyes and exclaimed, “That’s a damn horse if I’ve seen one. Congrats lad. No wonder your mother loves some Strong’s.”

So usually when he got to the point of attempting to fuck a girl, they would shy away or screech in pain. But he wasn’t sure if he really wanted to fuck right now, this she-wolf was a menace.

The radio clicked on. ‘Spooky’ by Little River Band filtered into the haze, making Jace a bit woozy as more blood flew between his legs. He heard her light footsteps, then a body slid behind his own, soft tits and feminine hands sliding up Jacaerys’ taught torso.

She murmured into his ear, “When did’ja get all handsome hm? Get this,” she wrapped her hand barely around his cock and shook, “This Fuckin’ monster.” He moaned softly, leaning dark hair back onto her shoulder. “Dunno, tried to hide it today.”

He flipped her round under the spray, getting a good look at wet lashes, dilated pupils, and swollen lips. Jace stared, hands groping at her built ass, cock nudging her thigh. She pulled him forward with two hands, sculpted lips drawing Jace open. They slid tongues across another sensually, occasionally getting a little nip from her, a hand pulling at his aching member.

Jace groaned helplessly, whining and chasing her lips with wide eyes as the she-wolf pulled back. She snatched some conditioner and slathered it on his cock, Jace’s legs trembling. The brunette girl braced herself against the wall, ass up, legs tight together.

“C’mon, y’old maid, fuck the gap!”

Understanding knocked him clean in the skull, shaking hands guiding into that shining opening, gasping and stuttering her name as he fucked the man-made gap, her teasing fingers helping along. She cooed and shivered, “Y-yes, that’s it, fuck you’re perfect! N-nudge there, there, THERE!”

Jace must’ve been getting her clit based on pitchy whines and cries, her cute hands scrambling for purchase as her back arched and then gushed on his cock, pussy convulsing. She tightened her strong thighs around him on last time before dropping to her knees.

“Cum on my tits Jacey, just like those pornos you watch.”

It didn’t take long looking at her wrecked face and swollen cunt to have him painting her tits in white, some reaching her chin and lips. He heaved and choked out hoarse moans, body wearing out. He slapped a hand on the shower wall and whimpered her name when the she-wolf licked his cum off her chin— fuck, lips, moaning.

“Does your mother know,” Abba warbled. She grinned evilly, patting his oversensitive cock. Standing back up she sung, “We’re gonna have fun this summer, Jacey.” And off she went, leaving the male a shaking panting wreck. He was gonna get her ass next round.

Jace was met with a rude awakening besides a mega hangover the next morning. Stretching and shuffling to the mess hall, he waited for his duplex neighbor. She gave him a disgusted look and shoved past, giving Jace an eyeful of legs and ass in her bitty jean shorts. Her dark hair whipped around.

Oh. Jace was a bit perplexed. She was just licking his cum off her chin last night. Now the cold shoulder? Was this one of those games girls played? The brunette was a novice on the front and he certainly couldn’t go to Cregan about it.

Shuffling into the mess hall Jace managed to stomach some grits and coffee, head pounding. Addam and Alyn sat down, identical faces cheery. Those two were immune to anything. Alyn hummed, “What’s your bag? Looking like a bummer man.”

Jace took a miserable sip of his coffee. He murmured, “Do not start yelling and jumping when I start talking. Got it? Or coffee in your face.”

Cregan was off in the corner with Aly, the two seemingly close this year.

The twins nodded, eager for the skinny. Jacaerys sighed, “What does it mean when a girl gives you the cold shoulder after gettin’ ah-uh a little hot and heavy.”

“Who?!”

Jace hissed, “I said shut it! Doesn’t matter!”

Addam, the more suave of the two, “She’s playing games then, wants you to beg and grovel for her. Or…if this is who I think it is, she wants it on the DL.”

“Downlow then, but riles me up during the day. Just great,” Jace whinged while sipping his coffee. Alyn whispered something to Addam, the other nodding and they descended into giggles. A plate slammed down, the trio jumping and growing red faced.

“Morning girls, what’s the skinny?,” the she-wolf asked with a conniving look. Addam shrugged off Alyn’s red face and Jace being an idiot, “Which girl has the nicest ass, what did you expect Stark?”

“I’d assume it would be mine,” she hummed, taking an obscene bite from her banana, watching Jace. The brunette took the last bite of his apple and darted off, holding his mug of coffee, “See you guys for cleanup later!”

Jacaerys was going to explode. With anger, lust, he didn’t know what. He stomped to the little overlook on the lake he’d found as a kid, sitting on a rock. The lake was calm and lapping on the smooth rocks, sky sunny, fish flopping here and there. With every sip of his warm drink, his blood began to settle.

The crunching of leaves took that serenity and shat all over it. Stark’s sister sat next to him, a strange look on her face. Both began to speak then stopped. Jace bolted out, “I don’t know what the deal is here but I can’t handle it.”

Pretty lips frowned and she replied, “Fine, I’m sorry. It’s fun to see you get red in the face. But I can’t just change my personality around you,” she looked off into the distant, “Cregan is Cregan no matter how close you two are. I wanna keep fooling around, why not?”

Jace narrowed his eyes and held out a hand, “Fine. Just fucking around on the low. But just know I’ll get you back.” She grinned and shook his hand, stating, “You got it Velaryon.” They sat down in simple peace before the call of the speakers came, the order for clean up.

Over the next week was a flurry of inebriation, hard work, escaping Cregan’s watchful eye, and shoving away the Hull twins. He’d spend his nights learning all the ways to pleasure a woman. Jace’s favorite was face first between her strong thighs, lapping and sucking. She’d get all whiny and soft on him.

Especially when he crooked his middle finger up and she made his chin slick with arousal, Jace going back in for more, rutting into his bed frantically. He made her come so many times one night she cried and held to him until the she-wolf remembered her situation and ran away.

As the days to campers arriving drew nigh, she was a staple in his bed after their romps, the pair just chatting and smoking cigarettes. Dreams, hopes, funny stories, sad stories. He felt like he’d known the Stark sister for years by now.

They never reached full penetration, Jace utterly petrified by hurting her, as much as she begged for it. Getting head was just as nice, especially when she’d get him down her throat, the male holding her distended neck and whining helplessly, balls drawing tight so damn fast.

Then the campers came. The two would bicker and shove each other when directing the others. Not to mention the inclusion of night rounds to make sure no kids were being naughty. Occasionally they’d find some kids macking against a pine but nothing serious. The leaders were the naughty ones.

It went like this all summer. Until the very last week. The send-off dance with all the staff and the tweens moving up to counselor next week. Jace was excited and decided he would ask his girl. Which wasn’t his girl but they did everything like a couple, the whole camp had picked up on it.

Jace reluctantly asked Cregan one evening. He was shaking in his shoes, “Y-you know how your sister and I can get, but, I really like h-her.” The elder Stark deadpanned, “You’ve been at it all summer, you think I can’t tell that? She likes you a lot too, go for it. I wouldn’t want any other man to have her hand for this dumbass dance.” Jace grinned and pulled Cregan into a brotherly hug, thanking him tremendously.

He would wait until later to spring the question on her. Jace may have gone a bit overboard, flowers from the woods and twigs spelling out, “Be mine?” Aly loaned some candles and he was set, waiting. The door opened to his cabin and there she stood, gorgeous as always.

She took in the surroundings and stifled a laugh, eyes wide. “W-what’s all this?,” she questioned, snorting again. Jace’s heart and smile began to fall, she seemed to dislike this. He murmured, “I asked Cregan, he doesn’t care, wanted to take ya to the dumbass dance as a last ride, c’mon?”

“You went and asked Cregan? Really? What is this? My silly engagement proposal? Fuck you Jace! We knew what this was from the beginning!,” her dark hair tossed about as she hissed again, “Don’t fucking talk to me again!”

The door slammed shut. The radio turned to some cheery disco song. Fuck Suzi Quatro. Stumblin’ in to what? A brick wall, in the trans am at 120mph. Jace, stunned, sat down on his bed. He wiped away a stupid tear, steadying himself.

“FUUUUUUUUuuuuUUUUUCK.”

Okay, maybe he felt better now. Jacaerys Velaryon would just have to do like he did last year, pining over a different girl then. Get blackout drunk and puke in the grass. Then get back and go way too hard on the dance floor, maybe Cassandra would let him have a squeeze. Blegh.

Jace moped his week away, some of the kids asking why he wasn’t with his ‘girlfriend’. He’d snap, “Back to the ropes course! She’s not my girlfriend!” A snap of the line and the little shits would go scrambling. Meanwhile the she-wolf ignored him utterly and completely. Not even to jab or play a trick. Nose up and eyes away, not responding to any teasing.

He tried to get her attention once and she simply crossed lean arms and stared until he got the point and shuffled away. Pure torture this was. Alyn and Addam exchanged confused glances, they had no clue on what pissed her off so bad. Addam clapped Jace’s shoulder and laughed, “Girls man! Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

But Jace worried about it, pacing his wooden floor the night of the dance, all dressed up. By that he meant a linen shirt and some nicer shorts. Luke probably had a damn silk disco top on. The brunette dabbed on some cologne, ignoring his wild hair. He hoped she went home or something.

The dance was awkward and filled with the smell of sweaty teenagers and weed. Cassandra offered a flask and said, “Looks like you need it, sorry bout’ ya girl.” Jace took the heady drink to the dome, swallowing down the burn, finishing it. He shook his head and garbled, “Sorry,” then shuffled away.

The buzz kicked in but Jace felt more moody than anything. Luke’s silk shirt did bring a slight smile to his face. Same with Cregan’s brotherly hug and promise, “She’ll come around.” But the music and happiness wasn’t seeping into his bones.

Grabbing a beer the eldest Velaryon went to his spot by the lake. It was much quieter out here, only crickets chirping, faint music emanating from the mess hall. He found his rock and sipped on the beer, stuck in his thoughts. Beer bottle still sealed by his plush lips, Jace caught a glimpse of lights over by his duplex cabin.

Taking a gulp and placing down the bottle he stared at the dim light, an aching feeling crawling up from his belly to chest. Longing. God. He was so dreadfully in love. Taking one more swig he disposed of the bottle and trudged to her side of the cabin.

The door was ajar, Blondie singing about that glass heart. Jace pushed the door open and raised his brows. There she was, pinning a banner up. Per usual the female snapped, “I wasn’t done yet you dunce!”

‘Sorry for being a bitch’

She stepped down and gestured, face aflame, “Well. Here it is.”

Jace noted the trembling in her bravado, the multiple discarded outfits, even a curling iron was steaming on a dresser. She never did her hair or wore make-up. “Are you going to say something or stare? I know I’m a piece of shit!”

Lean arms began to wrap around herself, shying away.

“No, no! Just surprised!,” Jace crawled onto the bed and pulled her to straddle him, taking in that familiar beauty. She blushed and turned her head, but little hands curled under and behind to grab his shoulders. The she-wolf murmured, “I’m really sorry— I’ve never felt this way about anyone and I freaked out. I know I’m crazy…but that was shitty. I-I’ve always held the cards?”

Jace grabbed her chin to look at her long lashes and rouged cheeks, sighing, “You are crazy. But I forgive you. A valiant effort by the way, but you always look pretty to me.” She huffed, Jace smiling and nibbling at sharp jaw. “I don’t do makeup for anyone,” the other brunette stated.

“You gonna keep talking or kiss me sweetheart?”

Stark jerked her gaze towards Jace and took charge eagerly, hands moving to grab his face. Ah great, the radio was on the Doobie Brothers. Sexy time initiated— Jace internally cringed. Their lips sealed eagerly, finding a familiar pattern before Jace licked into her mouth. He got a breathy sigh, an arch closer into his frame.

He grabbed her pretty ass and squeezed, dragging her across his already aching cock. The she-wolf gasped and whined into his maw, lapping harder afterwards, humping him desperately. Jace thumbed a sensitive pulse point on her long neck before sliding a hand under her crochet top— no bra to be found.

Now he had something to work with, both hands relocating to her tits, tweaking and pulling at sensitive buds. She yanked off the top in a flurry, going to work unbuttoning Jace’s linen shirt, kissing her way across tanned skin. He shimmied the top off to push his she-wolf into the bed, him growling at her forced moan.

He rutted into her clothed cunt, the little hotpants doing nothing to hide. Jace rumbled against her ear, “Does it feel good, letting someone else have the cards?” She stuttered a retort— gone squeak as he pulled up on the front of her shorts.

“Fuck yes it feels g-good, get ‘em off!”

Jace grinned, that pretty pussy he missed so much…wet and swollen for him. Him. Only Jace. Sliding back to her chagrin, the male unbuttoned and pushed down his shorts and boxers, heavy member dripping with arousal. Eyes hazy but determined she moaned, “That- ugh- fucking monster is going inside me. Stud.”

Jace nodded, barely catching the bottle thrown at him. He looked down and smirked, a bottle of lube sat in his calloused hands. Jace casually put it aside and hummed, “Gotta get my pretty girl ready first hm?”

The girl almost shrieked when familiar lips met eachother again, Jace lapping and suckling her clit. He sighed, “Y-you’re so fuckin’ wet baby.” She shoved him back down, thighs shaking. Jace flicked his tongue as one, two, three all eventually fit into her tight pussy. Sloppy noises outweighed the background drift of music.

Stark cried and shivered, “Ah-haaah, Jace, fuuuck! Another, Jus’ one more! So close.” He could almost cum right then at her broken voice. Easing a pinky inside, she gasped and shuddered, coming undone when Jace flicked the sensitive spot under the hood of her clit and fucked all fingers up in the way she liked.

“Jace! Jace! Fucking god!,” she hollered.

He kept his mouth wide open for her gush of arousal, moaning and slurping eagerly, until she whimpered and shied backwards. Jace simply took his essence covered hand and jacked his cock a couple of times. He eyed her sated look and asked, “Still want this baby?”

“Uh-huh,” she rasped, legs wide open, cunt twitchy and still shining with arousal.

Jace slathered himself further down with the KY, even taking time to work her stretched opening, earning the cutest little noises. Now pressed on top, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, they stared intensely. She thumbed his cheek and murmured, “I really, really care for you Jacaerys. M’sorry for freaking out. I could probably spare this for later but,” he kissed her gently, hands smoothing up and down soft skin.

“S’okay, I promise, I care for you so much. Now just relax, we both gotta make this work okay?”

Another kiss and Jace led the heavy blunt tip to her soaked entrance. Oh god. He can’t believe this was happening. He tucked his cheek next to the fellow brunette to listen for anything, lacing fingers with her own. It was a big stretch, her panting going hoarse as the first few inches slid in.

Fucking hell. She was like Heaven, so tight n’ silky hot. She gasped, “K-keep goin’ Jacaerys, c’mon.” Soon the fattest part of his length was deep inside, cockhead nearing her cervix. One more push and they were snug as possible— joined completely. In a sweaty tangle of limbs, half-mewling cursed and sweet words.

She kissed him deeply, licking into Jace’s mouth, sighing, “I can feel you, hell, so ah deep.” He could feel it too, the lump in her lower belly. Puffing softly he asked, “Can I? Can I try?” Another peck to sweeten the deal.

“Go for it stud, be gentle.”

He slid back inch by agonizing inch, mouth open with helpless moans of her name. Every inch of her cunt was pulling along him, wanting to suck back in. Then gathering his wits, Jace forced himself up, the she-wolf mewling in glee. Unsteady at first, Jace developed a good pace, sweat dripping down his back, and god knows what leaving his mouth.

She scratched and cried at his shoulders, legs wrapped tight around slim hips. She warbled, “S’good, only you, only you stud, fucking me so good.” Jace’s hips stuttered at that, picking up the pace before he blew from her just being…sexy. Soft slick noises developed into full-on slaps and squeals.

Jace rambled, “Tight- s’tight- ohgodyoursoperfect! Ohhh-only mine!”

He was falling apart fast, balls tight and nerves on fire to bust a nut. She swirled lithe fingers around where they were joined then to her clit, crying and carrying on. Jace rapturously watched— her fingers, their copulation, the belly bulge. In a frenzy he pulled out with a load groan, painting her legs and the bed with loads of spunk.

Unable to catch his breath, Jace flopped onto his belly, leg still woven with his girl’s. The pair rested for a minute, music filling the peaceful void. A raspy voice and warm body curled over to him, her nosing his hair. Practically purring she cooed, “Couldn’t have been better. Too sweet. They make you Velaryon’s different.”

Jace huffed a laugh, rolling her onto his belly, “Was is good enough you’ll call or write me when we go off? If I remember…that stuffy girl’s school isn’t too far from mine.”

Her sculpted lips curled upward, “A hop and a skip they say. Gotta get the lads from somewhere. I’ll be around.”

He grinned and squeezed her. Damn Starks.

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“Cody & I have decided that we are just gonna be the cool rich Aunt & Uncle because I really don’t feel like tearing open my vagina for a child who’s got a large head like Cody.” “Okay my head was NOT that big as an infant relax” “whatever You say airhead”-Sasha & Cody

“Now who the hell is gonna give me grandchildren?” “Don’t worry mom I’m still seeing Becky.” “The fact becky still wants you is shocking.”-Barbra, Seth & Randy

“Marianna what did you do with Athena’s body?” “Fed it to an orca.” “HOW THE FUCK DID YOU FEED HER TO AN ORCA?” “I have my ways.”-Randy, Seth & Marianna

“I like my women mentally unstable.” “Of course you do, that why you’re dating my sister.” “She does it so well.” “At being a psychopath? Yeah no fuck.”-Cody & Seth

“Bunny where’s my briefcase.” “I set it on fire and dumped it in the ocean.” “Why the fuck would you do that?” “I thought the FBI was going to raid search the house yesterday.”-Randy & Marianna

“guys look I’m a cowgirl for halloween!” “But can you ride me like a cowgirl?” “Cody can you please let me enjoy this costume and get out of my face?”-Sasha & Cody

“Is Sasha okay I hear screaming upstairs?” “Don’t worry about it.”-Marianna & Randy

*Sasha limping a little bit while walking around a mall.* “Sash’ are you okay?? Did you hurt your ankles?” “No but I hurt her va-“ “OOOKAY CODY…Why don’t you look at cigars or something.”-Marianna, Cody & Randy

“Cody where are my panties?” “I ripped them..?” “Why would you do that?!” “Because i was about to rearrange your guts??”-Sasha & Cody

*Sasha, Randy, Marianna, Cody & Seth sneaking into Romans house* “Does anyone know where Sasha Went?” *Gunshots* “found her.”-Randy & Marianna

“Where is Sasha?” *Random screaming in the kitchen & Seth yelling back* “It’s about to get VERY bloody soon somebody stop her.”-Barbra

“Thank you for taking me out to dinner! I really needed it” “I know you did sweetheart, you almost cut off Seth’s hand for breathing near you”-Marianna & Randy

*Randy & Mari at the mall “CAN I PLEASE GET ONE MORE?” “bunny you said that last time to the last 6 other stuffies” “PLEAAA-“ *Randy buying the 80000th stuffed animal* “Thank you :3”-Randy & Marianna

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[nakedmonkey]

It's halfway through the year! Got any favorite albums/books/tv shows/whatever to recommend?

oh hiii!!! <3

Yeah! I've read a few of books I've really enjoyed:

Elliot Page's memoir, Pageboy (heartbreaking, beware of so many triggers)

Private Rites by Julia Armfield, which I didn't love as much as I loved Our Wives Under the Sea, but it was a solid read. Her style is really beautiful, so it was still enjoyable. It's about sisters, and about living in a world that is essentially dying. The use of rain is super effective here, and provides a haunting, at times claustrophobic reading experience. It really adds to spook factor. It is also very queer, which is all I'm interested in as of late.

A Good Happy Girl by Marissa Higgins is SO good. I love a messy queer girl with many many issues. I've noticed that's sort of a current trend in modern queer lit, I've read tons of it lately, but this was a standout for me. It's about a girl who becomes involved with an older lesbian couple (I believe they're both lesbians) and they have a very interesting dynamic, the three of them.

Death Valley by Melissa Broder. I'd read Milk Fed before this and I didn't love it, but her writing intrigued me enough that I wanted to give this one a try and I actually really loved it! It's really funny and the protagonist is just such a loser (my favorite) - it takes place primarily in the desert. Our lead character is a writer, off on a writing trip that is really an excuse to avoid her chronically ill husband, and her equally ill father. Such a quick easy read, super entertaining.

Exalted by Anna Dorn. this was unexpectedly fun to read! It's about the 2 most annoying women on the planet. Shallow, self centered, selfish etc., and they're obsessed with astrology. I feel that's all I can say without spoiling anything but I loved it. Hilarious book. Since reading this, I've read Dorn's first book, and I didn't love that one, primarily because I started to see a pattern in the author's material that I haven't decided I like yet. it seems like all her books are set in LA, and they all exist in either the same universe or a sort peripheral/parallel universe to one another?? Not sure. BUT as a stand alone book, it was solid. Currently reading her latest. We'll see.

(a lot of white ladies in this rec list i'm noticing. If you have any recs by queer authors of color, I'd love some pls!)

Film: I have been really immersed in horror lately. I've been finding the distance from reality very comforting and these have been the standouts in past months:

The First Omen. My god. So good! So refreshing and bold. A gorgeous homage to 70's horror. Definitely recommend.

Birth/Rebirth. Wow wow wow. I LOVED this. Such a cool film. I'm such a huge Judy Reyes fan, and I've always really enjoyed Marin Ireland, and they fucking ATE. Their chemistry is amazing in this, the writing is great. I haven't been this excited about a new director since Rose Glass. I'm pumped to see what they do next!

TV: Currently obsessing over Interview With the Vampire. Gorgeous flawless bloody show. Can't say enough good things about it. And Under the Bridge!

Thank you for the ask, doll! xoxoxoxo

(curious to know what you're reading these days! Your taste is unmatched)

ETA: as far as music goes, I've been revisiting some older albums. The Colour and the Shape by Foo Fighters, all of The Walkmen, early Interpol, and some early Bette Midler with splashes of Chappell Roan <3

[safety-pin-punk]

FYI: the author of that ""they deserve to die" is something you should never hear a leftist say. if you do, run" post is a Zionist. I guess that mindset doesn't apply to brown people, huh?

But also, you should consider that this is an extremely shallow view of leftism and violence as a tactic. What, you're a "punk" and you think any punk space got safe without a few nazis getting their teeth kicked in? They didn't. Sorry.

I hope you develop a punk mindset that's a little less about shitty bands and an aesthetic and a little more about having firmer political opinions and not agreeing with Zionists.

Your concern in the first paragraph was addressed in a previous post I’ll link to here.

Going off of that, I’m not sure what on my blog, besides the controversy surrounding this specific post (which again has already been addressed), would ever make you think that I would exclude anyone from the statement of ‘we shouldn't say anyone deserves to die’??? I simply. Do not think humans should be killing other humans. At all. Anywhere. On either side of any war. Like. One human should not be granted the power to decide the lifespan of another in my opinion

On that note, being anti-war is actually both a very punk stance AND a left-wing movement. Though I agree, it is a shallow view of leftism. Because leftism is SO much more than a single movement (like the civil rights movement, the feminist movement, the LGBTQ+ movement, the environmentalism movement, anarchy, socialism, the labor movement, and GOD the list goes on). But also. It *does* include being anti-war and anti-'they deserve to die'.

As far as Punk being anti-war and taking non-violent approaches to the larger socio-political changes in the world, I'd recommend looking into Peace Punk. It was very popular in the 70's and early 80's with bands like Subhumans, Zounds, and The Mob. Here's a great beginner article on it!

As to your point about nazis. I promise you I'm not oblivious to the history behind the phrase 'Nazi Punks Fuck Off'. I also would have hoped that someone would be able to see nuance in a statement that say 'lets not say everyone deserves death' and not read it as 'we should let nazis do what they want'. Because that would be stupid. And if you've interacted with my blog for any real length of time, then you would know that I ALWAYS support punching nazis. But evidently that must have slipped your brain.

Now as far as this part of your ask: "I hope you develop a punk mindset that's a little less about shitty bands and an aesthetic and a little more about having firmer political opinions"

First of all buddy, I think I've already demonstrated that my political opinions are pretty firmly set (and that someone hoping on anon isn't going to change them). Personally, I don't feel the need to scream about my political stances every second of the day to make myself feel validated and like a good person. Because I have a life outside of the internet. But you do you I guess. I would however say that its kinda a dick move to just assume that others aren't well educated or have developed opinions when you've evidently only looked at a single post on my blog without actually looking at my blog. Otherwise you would have seen the EXTENSIVE amount of research and punk culture that I've written about or collected either on my own or in collaboration with others.

Really its either that you just didn't look, or because you didn't immediately agree with me, that you decided that my political views had a very shaky foundation. In which case, please do grow the fuck up and learn how to deal with people that have differing opinions than you without being a bitch and ranting about it on anon thanks.

Also. I like my 'shitty bands'. Get over it (Also like. Punk is inherently connected to music and shitty bands? Do you not know that? Do you understand where punk even comes from? I'm all for not needing to listen to punk music to be a punk as long as you align with other facets of the counter culture, but being told NOT to focus on music that is politically charged and full of punk values and history. Well that's a new one lol)

And lastly. Dude if you don't like me, you don't have to be here? You can leave? No one is forcing you to read anything on my blog??? Bye???

[lemoncrushh]

The Entertainer - Track 05 - It's Always Been About The Music

Summary: Set in the 70s, Sky Jones, a young woman from L.A., meets Harry Styles, an up-and-coming musician and frontman for the band Wildfire. Told in first person from Sky’s point of view, she shares her journey and what it’s like to fall for a rockstar.

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Despite the thick, green motel room curtains, I could tell the sun shone brightly outside. I wiped my eyes and rolled over. Harry was still asleep, lying on his stomach, his plump lips puffing out quick breaths as he dreamed. I stared at him for a while before carefully rising from the bed and grabbing my pajamas that had been discarded the night before. I slipped them on and tiptoed to the bathroom. When I finished, I snuck another peek at Harry to find him still snoozing, so I quietly unzipped my bag to pull out my toothbrush. In the middle of brushing, I jumped when I heard Harry curse.

“Aw fuck!”

“Whath wrog?” I asked, my mouth full of toothpaste.

“’s after ten!”

“Tho?”

“So, we were leaving at ten.”

I turned around and spit into the sink.

“Who’s we? The band?”

“Yeah. Bloody hell.” Harry grabbed the phone on the nightstand and asked the operator for the number to another motel I’d never heard of.

“They probably already left,” I commented just as Harry must have gotten a hold of someone on the other end.

“Room…shit, I don’t even remember the room number. Um…I think the reservation was under Deacon McMillian? Yeah? They did? Shit. Nah, it’s okay….thanks.”

“They left?” I raised my brows when Harry hung up.

“Yep. Fuck.”

“Harry.”

He rolled over onto his back and threw his arm over his eyes and groaned.

“Hmmm…” I sounded, trying to make light of the situation. “Good thing I have a car, then.”

Harry chuckled then, his chest shaking.

“‘m sorry,” he said, lowering his arm. “I wasn’t…”

For the first time since he’d woken up it seemed, he finally got a good look at me.

“Oh my God,” he mumbled under his breath.

“What?”

“C’mere.”

He held his hand out for me which I took shyly. Then I climbed onto the bed next to him. His gaze was glued on me as he pulled me onto his lap, only the sheet covering it. I straddled him, giving him a sweet smile. He slid his hands up my thighs to the edge of my pajama bottoms, then back down to my knees.

“‘m sorry, love. I woke up and looked at the time without even remembering…” He swallowed hard, leaving the sentence unfinished.

“It’s okay.”

Harry lifted his hand to push some hair from my shoulder, a small strand lingering around his finger.

“You’re beautiful.”

I bit my lip as he continued caressing me, his calloused fingertips catching on the soft fabric of my pajamas. Slipping a finger underneath the strap of my top, he let it fall off my shoulder, exposing half of my breast. My eyes still fixated on him, I lifted myself onto my knees, pulling the sheet away from his body before sitting back down. Harry’s eyelids fluttered as I met his naked erection with my barely clothed warmth.

Taking his hand from my waist, I lifted it to my chest, urging him to touch me. Pushing away the rest of my top, he cupped my breast, kneading it gently. Then he sat up and took my nipple into his mouth. I threw my head back as I began to grind against him, needing desperately to feel the friction.

Kissing me up the neck, Harry finally found my mouth, devouring it hungrily, his hands in my hair.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “‘m sure I have morning breath.”

“I don’t care.”

“You’re very minty though. Very nice.”

With a tiny smirk, Harry bucked his hips up against mine. Lifting up once more, I let him push away the thin material between my legs before entering me. Then cradling my head again, he forced me to look into his eyes as we made love.

“You feel so good,” he whined as his breaths quickened.

I watched his face as I rode him, his eyes threatening to pinch closed before he gasped. I felt myself reach my peak just as his lips collided with mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as I cried out.

He held me for a while, nipping at my jaw, neck and collarbone until he rolled me over onto the bed. I sprawled out like a rag doll, my limbs like jelly.

“Sweet, beautiful Sky,” he cooed.

Though my eyes were shut tight, I smiled, my insides all aglow. I felt the bed shift as Harry rose from it, humming softly. My smile spread wider as I listened to him while he made his way to the bathroom, his contentment apparent as he started to sing the words…

“If only you believe like I believe, baby Like I believe, we’d get by…”

“Gimme your keys, I’ll go load up.”

“I have one bag. And you didn’t bring anything.”

“Just give ‘em here and stop being so sassy.”

I tossed my keys at him and watched him turn for the stairs carrying my bag, his broad shoulders flexing underneath his t-shirt, the gentle breeze blowing through his long hair. I felt a lurch in my chest before shaking my head of such thoughts, whatever those might be, and checked the room one last time for anything I might’ve missed. Declaring an all clear, I locked the door behind me and headed downstairs to the lobby.

“Everything satisfact’ry?”

“Yes, sir,” I smiled. “Everything was perfect.”

The man handed me my credit card which I returned to my wallet.

“Drive safe!” he called after me as I was halfway out the door. I waved at him, then turned to see Harry standing beside my Volkswagen, the driver’s side door open.

“Are you driving?” I asked him.

“No,” he smirked, placing his hands on my waist and turning me around. “Just wanted to be able to do this.”

With my back pressed against the car, Harry kissed me. I felt my tummy rumble, causing me to giggle against his lips.

“Let’s go get breakfast,” he chuckled.

We drove to a nearby diner where we filled our bellies with eggs and pancakes.

“So studio time tomorrow?” I inquired, taking a sip of coffee.

“Yeah. Pretty excited about it.”

“I bet,” I grinned. “Do you think you like recording as much as performing?”

Harry pursed his lips, making a face as he considered my question.

“Can’t really say yet. I do like the writing process. But we’ve only just cut a demo. So I dunno how I feel about recording a full album. It’ll be interesting. But I definitely do enjoy performing.”

“I can tell.”

Harry beamed.

“It’s one of my favorite things about you,” I added. “I like watching you. You put your all into it, and it’s not fake.”

“Thank you,” he nodded. “I appreciate that.”

“Even when you have to play a honky tonk,” I teased.

Harry laughed.

“Whose brainy idea was that anyway?”

“Leon’s. Our manager.”

“Well I sure hope Leon has better ideas up his sleeve. ‘Cause even though you rocked the boots off everyone in there, those kinds of places aren’t where you need to play.”

“I know,” Harry looked down at his food. “We’ve been thinking of replacing him.”

“Hmm. Not with that French guy though, I hope.”

“Shit, no.”

“Good. I mean…I don’t know this Leon guy, maybe he’s a sweetheart. But…and I say this sincerely, not just because I like you…but you’re a rockstar, Harry. You have it in you, it’s in your blood. I can see it. I can feel it coming off of you when you’re on stage. You’re gonna be famous.”

Harry blinked, but said nothing.

“You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” he replied softly.

“Don’t let anyone hold you back from everything you deserve.”

A small smile crept up in the corners of his mouth. “Thanks.”

It was after noon by the time we finally got on the road. It was a beautiful day though, and I enjoyed having Harry in my car. We listened to the radio, giving our own commentary on each song that played. It wasn’t really much of a debate, but rather a discussion of like minds because we agreed on most everything.

“Ah, I love this song,” he announced, turning up a Harry Nilsson tune.

I watched as he leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, the air conditioner blowing his curls around his face.

“Everybody’s talkin’ at me I don’t hear a word they’re sayin’…”

I smiled and allowed him the silence as I pulled off the highway and turned into a gas station.

“I’ll go pay,” offered Harry opening the passenger side door.

I filled up the tank before he returned, so I decided to go inside thinking perhaps he’d gone to the bathroom. But just as I got to the door, I saw him waving goodbye to the cashier, a grin on his face.

“What’s all this?” I asked, holding the door open for him.

Harry had a shopping bag under his arm so I peeked inside. I saw a few bottles of soda, potato chips, candy bars, and a few other small items I couldn’t quite make out.

“Snacks for the road,” he explained.

I raised a brow. “It’s not that long of a trip, Harry.”

“I know,” he shrugged. “Just in case.”

“In case what?”

Harry followed me to my car where I rounded the front bumper and opened my door.

“In case…we have to stop and help an elderly couple change a flat tire. Or in case we hit a pothole and it damages your transmission or summat and we have to wait for a tow truck.”

“And potato chips and Coca-cola is gonna help,” I remarked with sarcasm.

“Course it will. You’ll get hungry.”

“Me?”

“I’m only looking out for you, babe.”

Shaking my head, I got in the car and turned the key, just as the opening riff to “Slow Ride” started on the radio. As I pulled out of the gas station, Harry reached inside the bag and unwrapped something, taking a huge bite.

“A moon pie?” I eyed him.

“I’ve never had one before,” he said with his mouth full.

“Seriously? Never?”

“Never.”

“So, what do you think?”

“It’s not bad….not great either.”

I laughed as I turned onto the highway.

“Gimme one of those sodas.”

Harry grabbed a Coke from the bag, popping the cap off on the dashboard before handing it to me. Then he did the same with another bottle, gulping it down halfway.

“Ahhh,” he sounded.

“What else is in the bag?” I inquired.

“Um…gum…a map…film.”

“Well, we don’t need a map,” I quipped. “I know how to get home. What’s the film for?”

“I just happened to notice your camera in your bag.”

“When?”

“Last night.”

I made a face. “How? I was with you last night.”

Harry gave a cheeky grin. “When you went to the toilet…after…to clean up.”

“Oh. Well…what makes you think it needs film?”

His dimples dipped deeper, giving him away. “I used up what you had.”

My eyes widened. “On what?”

“Nothing.”

I slapped him on the arm. “Harry Styles!”

“Wha’?” he giggled. “I didn’t mean…it was my feet. The motel room. One of you.”

“Me? When did you take a picture of me?”

Harry bit his lip and blinked. “You’ll see when you develop the film.”

I sighed, my eyes on the road though I could feel the heat rising up my neck.

“What did you bring the camera for, anyway?”

I shrugged. “I guess I thought I’d take some pictures of the band. But I forgot to bring it with me to the show.”

“Oh.”

“It’s too bad, too,” I added. “You looked really cute in that cowboy hat.”

Harry wiggled his eyebrows at me. “Really? Maybe I should’ve asked the bloke if I could keep it.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll end up so rich you can afford a closet full of your own hats. With matching boots.”

I’d meant it as a joke, but the look on Harry’s face told me he hadn’t taken it that way.

“Did I say something wrong?”

Harry lowered his gaze to his lap, then back at me. “You know I’m not in it for the money.”

“I didn’t mean that, I-“

“Or the fame,” he continued. “That’s not why I’m in a band.”

“I know.”

“It’s always been about the music for me.”

“I know, Harry.” It stung a bit that I’d offended him. I hadn’t meant anything by it. I was joking.

I watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed, then he took another sip of his Coke. I drove a couple miles thinking for sure I’d pissed him off, but once the next song came on, he returned to his animated, happy self and all had seemed forgotten.

“She keeps Moët et Chandon In her pretty cabinet ‘Let them eat cake,’ she says Just like Marie Antoinette”

Suddenly I felt a familiar flutter in my chest, though this time it took over my entire body and I actually thought I might cry.

“You alright, love?” Harry asked me when the Queen song was over. I couldn’t believe he’d noticed.

“Yeah. Just…I love that you know all the words.” Then I shook my head and chuckled. “But of course you do.”

“I love Queen,” he nodded. “Amazing band. I know I don’t nearly have the talent Freddie Mercury and Brian May have, but they’re massive influences of mine. None of their songs sounds like anybody else, nor do they sound like each other. They’re just…bloody fantastic.”

I stared at him for a moment, or at least as long as I could since I was driving. Blinking back the wetness in my eyes, I realized why I felt so overwhelmed. I’d met my match.

I couldn’t tell you what songs played after that. I only remember that Harry reached over and took my hand, giving me a gentle, easy grin. Our joined hands remained between us as we continued down the highway. I was nearing my exit when Harry reached into the bag from the gas station and pulled out the map, finally speaking again.

“Get off here,” he directed, pointing to an earlier exit sign.

“That’s not the way I go.”

“I know. But we should get off here. Trust me.”

I did as he said, turning off into a small town, stopping at a light. Harry gestured to a building across from an ever present McDonald’s.

“Right there,” he said.

“A pawn shop?”

“Yeah. Come in with me. Wanna show you something.”

I followed Harry into the store, a burly man behind the counter. He barely even greeted us, just gave us a nod before Harry took my hand again and led me to the back of the store.

“Ah good, it’s still here!” he exclaimed when we reached a row of guitars.

He grabbed one from the display and began plucking.

“Needs new strings, but isn’t it beautiful?”

“It’s very nice,” I nodded. “Oh wow, it’s a Martin.”

“Yeah,” he beamed. “Saw this here about six months ago and wanted it bad, but couldn’t get it yet.”

“I bet it’s expensive.”

Harry licked his lips. “Sure would love to have it to use on the album. But maybe when we get our first check…”

Grabbing a nearby stool, he sat down and began to play one of Wildfire’s songs. I watched him as he sang, the sound ringing through the small town pawn shop. When he was finished, I clapped loudly. With his dimpled grin, Harry set the guitar back in its place between the others and shrugged.

“Just wanted to show you. I knew you’d appreciate it.”

Stepping closer to him, I took both of his hands in mine.

“You don’t know what that means to me,” I whispered.

Kissing the top of my head, Harry murmured back, “I think I do.”

We walked hand in hand up the aisle back towards the register and the old man.

“Maybe next time you’ll buy it,” he commented in a bearish tone.

“I plan on it, mate,” said Harry. “Have a good day.”

I climbed in behind the wheel and cranked up the car, immediately turning down the radio, not bothering to put the car in reverse yet. I still wanted a moment to absorb what had just happened.

“Sky?” I heard Harry say.

Taking a deep breath, I reached over the seat and kissed him hard. He responded by running his fingers through my hair and jutting his tongue into my mouth eagerly. I groaned against him and he echoed it.

“Sky…” he repeated a moment later.

“Hmm?” I sounded, my lips moving across his jaw.

“You’re so sexy…” he chuckled, “but…um…I think we need to stop.”

“Why?” I breathed.

“Um…we’re being watched.”

I sat back and looked where Harry was pointing. The old burly, crotchety man was not only staring at us through the pawn shop window, but he’d apparently gotten his crotchety old wife to join him. I threw my head back laughing and shifted the car into reverse, pulling out of the parking space and out of the small town.

Songs mentioned:

Jefferson Starship - Miracles

Foghat - Slow Ride

Harry Nilsson - Everybody's Talkin'

Queen - Killer Queen

Feedback is appreciated :)

[bizlybebo]

oh my god im not your girlfriend but i NEED your normal album analysis omg (im normal about will wood btw)

HI OH MY GOD I TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS I AM. S ORRY

AUGHH this is definitely an excuse to ramble and i am TAKING it thank you so much for this

im fucking obsessed with the normal album. like sosoos much. it's such a subversive and creative and just. sort of album that you've never seen before, i think it seriously doesn't get the credit it deserves augh

first off here's a link to a 3-hour long analysis of the normal album that i haven't actually watched yet

here's where im cutting the post off before i start incoherently rambling about every song so that i don't curse people's dashes with having to Scroll for a million miles

THIS IS. A LONG ASS POST. LIKE 2.3K WORDS. SO IF YOU CLICK ON THIS BE WARNED LMAO.

i don't expect this to get more than like 2-3 notes this is literally just an open ramble about the normal album cause i got an excuse to.

Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary-Bell Township / Vampire Culture is SUCHH a good intro to the album. like. not even going into the lyricism it's fucking so insanely well-composed in a musical sense, I LOVE the samples and the immediate, like, doorbell sound at the very beginning because it just. introduces the ENTIRE album so well.

and the way it introduces will wood's motif of "Everybody's all up in my goddamn business" is SOSOO good.

The first half or so of the song is very illustrative of the typical, like, nuclear family, with these sounds inspired by a very upbeat, like... almost 60s-70s kind of music? It's a very creative song but it's tune and melody are also somewhat restrictive for a decent part of it, expressing perfectly what will wood's saying about this kind of lifestyle. If that makes sense?

and THEN the sudden switch into vampire culture is INSANE. im fucking AUGHGHGH over it.

It draws back on this stereotypical, happy lifestyle where something just seems a bit off and leans ENTIRELY into the uncanny-ness of it all. it's a sudden jump into random tempo switches, fucking just making all the noise he wants, and screaming "fuck your culture".

like the symbolism is so clear yet so subtle. I fucking love it.

and I am

OBSESSED. with this outro.

and THEN the little 'love me, normally' melody at the end is fucking INSANEEE augh. there was literally no better way to start this album off.

2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye) is EASILY one of my fucking favorites on this album. like. god.

IMMEDIATELY starting off with "take it with a pillar of salt, H.A.L.T., it's not my fault", illustrates the point of this song so well.

HALT is the acronym Hungry Angry Lonely Tired. It encourages you to "halt" and think before making an important decision and evaluate-- are you any of these four things?

And it's often been suggested by psychiatrists to a lot of people dealing with mental health issues.

The reason why I'm so obsessed with this lyric is because this entire song is basically accepting, "hey. i'm mentally ill. like i am. FUCKED in the head. this isn't something i can't escape, not really. i'm learning to be okay with this instead of searching my whole life for a cure. i'm never going to be able to assimilate fully into normal society."

and it's mixed with this very, like. Rudimentary view of how society views mentally ill people / those struggling with more severe psychological conditions. The chorus is literally "I'm just a psycho babe; come and go out my mind"

It's almost like this expression of mania, what with the upbeat tempo and the dark lyrics.

"I didn't lose it, I set it free" is another lyric in this song i just. augh. love. love love lvoe vloevleo this whole album. this is DEFINITELY the song i could say the MOST about. but i feel like i'd almost have to save that for another, more organized post.

Laplace's Angel / Hurt People? (Hurt People!)

AUGGGHHHHH.

god.

The title Laplace's Angel comes from the idea of Laplace's Demon, which concerns the whole idea of determinism, etc. It's essentially the idea that if a demon knew the position of everything, everywhere, the laws of physics would allow it to predict and understand the future.

it. doesn't make a lot of sense to me tbh.

BUT.

i understand determinism in a sense, and it's basically the idea that free will doesn't exist and that we and our actions are. products of the things that have already happened to us.

That's the best way I can explain it.

And I think that all of this, tied together with how the song is discussing important topics of morality, etc. is just. So cool and artistic and. God.

It references this guttural, primal sort of fear and this sort of "predictability" of the human psyche with the lyric that throws the entire song into it's first chorus-- said lyric being:

"Run your diagnostic tests, it's posited; nobody dies agnostic, though we still dial 9-1-1."

AND THEEENNNN. the chorus itself. augh.

You could go on all day about the main voice, "Could you take a look at me?" but i'm more in love with the backing chorus--

"It's the norm for animals, it's the norm for chemicals -- It's the norm for particles, eye for eye, for tooth"

and you can see a lot of references to other philosophies such as "an eye for an eye".

AND THEN the bridge being "wash your hands of where you been until you flood the second floor - neatly fold your skeletons but still can't shut the closet door"

essentially just being this greater commentary on morals as a whole, and how, in a sense, morality is just. subjective. Like I don't think I have the skill to illustrate just how insightful this song is on the topic of morality. god.

I / Me / Myself !

so obviously i / me / myself is a remaster of sorts of i / me / myself by Will Wood and the Tapeworms (versus just solo Will Wood)

BUT I LVOE THIS SONG. SO MUCH.

Will Wood wrote this song, essentially, about wishing he could express his femininity properly, right? how he felt like people refused to accept his identity as cisgender and heterosexual because he was a crossdresser, and very proud of it?

i fucking love that. he just puts absolutely everyone on blast for that. he's a cis dude who's also fucking with gender and fashion and art and he's letting people understand that.

but here's where i get personal because i ADORE the song as a lesbian who doesn't consider himself cisgender in the slightest.

I've spent my whole life wishing I could "be a girl" despite being born and raised female-- I simply just didn't fit into the mold of traditional femininity and, growing up in a religious background, that just made it even more difficult to fit in.

So I LOVE the lyric "i wish i were a girl".

AND THE BRIDGE IM JUST OBSESSED WITH TOO

"Eating your prosthetic, meet your anesthetic criteria, pathetic seeing you become acetic -- Say my name like a slur, but I've been called worse; I've heard it all before, no this isn't a first -- Let me be the void you fill with taxidermy fingerprints, taxonomize our differences -- I am quantum physics, my witness brings me to existence"

I think I just. need to leave that there. Cause it says more than I ever could. rahgaghag

and then closing out with the repeated line "all identities are equally invalid; don't you think that there's a chance that you could live without it?" is such cool like. food for thought yk?

idk i love the view Will Wood gave here, honestly. Especially knowing that he's very accepting of the lgbt+ community.

...well, better than the alternative

HOLY SHIT I AM. AUGH. UNWELL OVER THIS SONG.

see, the way I view it, is this attempt to just. Play into a normal, quiet life, despite EVERYTHING mentioned previously in the album. It's about trying to shove beside everything else for a normal existence.

It ties into suburbia overture, i / me / myself, and 2econd 2ight 2eer soso well. it's the perfect "halfway point of the entire album".

another lyric that i just HAVE to throw in here "This isn't my first kiss, it's better to be lost than loved, now isn't it?"

i'm mainly just. obsessed with that because of how aromantic it sounds. even though i know that's not how it was intended.

but i LOVE. THIS SONG. AUGH i love them all obviously but this one has such a special place in my heart.

It's asking somebody to "play along with" you (referring to the normal life thing) and THEN the whole "I just wanna do what's right by you"

it's just. tying together all the previous songs and like. expressing, essentially. "I'm fucked up. Are you willing to put up with me?"

or maybe im just yapping about absolutely nothing on this one idk

--

I don't know much more about the second half of this album, but I feel like diving into the lyrics of Outliars and Hyppocrates : a fun fact about apples is something i definitely need to do soon. i love this song's musical composition and.

"Don't wanna be human, anyways -- who pilots all these crude machines" ?? BANGER FUCKING LYRIC.

It's essentially just-- "the things that make you special are the things that make you strange"

meaning. get weirder with it. get fucking weirder with your art.

BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA is probably my favorite song on this album in terms of, musical composition and noise. I've pored over these lyrics soosososo many times and a lot of it goes over my head but over time I've started to understand a LOT of it and i just. augh.

also this song has such strong animatic vibes?? this is the one that makes me think SO much about my current writing project and i adore it for that.

I wish i was like. able to coherently express my thoughts on the lyrics of this song but they're just so complicated and. wow. it's. I think Will Wood totally outdid himself with this one because this is the most. Perfectly tied-together song on this entire album.

HOLY SHITTT

MARSHA, THANKK YOU FOR THE DIALETICS, BUT I NEED YOU TO LEAVE

OKAY I LIED I CAN TALK ABOUT THIS ONE ALL FUCKING DAY.

GOD.

I'M AUTISTIC. IN THE DIAGNOSIS PROCESS. AND LET ME TELL YOU I AM FUCKING OBSESED WITH THIS ONE SO MUCH.

Essentially, under our current system, any inability to perfectly execute a grueling 9-5, 5 days a week, on top of the mental labor of schooling and debt etc. is considered a disability. "Actual" diagnosed people are just the canaries in the coal mines, we're struggling soso much daily and it's just.

It's expanding upon this idea of microlabels and how Will Wood feels about them, and i honestly do think that, even though it's not the intent of this song, it can open up a conversation about how autism is not a "silly" thing. yk how the jokes have essentially become "I have (normal personality trait), is this... 'the tism'?" or the obsession with the fucking. god. "Neurospicy" thing.

^and how this improper culture/misunderstanding of neurodivergency and the need to make it more sanitized/palatable feeds into consumerism. but i can. go on a rant about that some other day.

But basically, with the lyric that "Dr., what's my prognosis if the study shows that: disease is in the eye of the beholder?" it expresses this sort of disdain, almost, with greater society's view on psychiatric abnormalities. if that. makes sense.

and then it's this constant repetition of "Back in my day ; ; ; we just drank ourselves to death. And we fucking liked it". It's also jabbing at this idea of how, in previous generations, you were generally just told to suck it up or you were left behind/ostracized entirely. It's about older generations not understanding the surge of mental health issues as of late. Closing with "We just bled out in the bed".

I love this song. So much. But I feel like this is all I'm gonna say about it because honestly this sort of discourse. Tires me out so much.

AAA OKAY

MY FUCKING LOVE MY DEARIE MY SHINING STAR I LOVE THIS NEXT SONG MORE THAN I LOVE ANYTHING ELSE ON THIS FUCKING PLANET

Love, me Normally

GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THIS IS THE ONE. THIS IS THETHE THE THE THEHT EH *THE* ONE.

THIS IS THE SONG THAT I UNDERSTAND THE MOST. THIS SONG IS LITERALLY ME. ME ME EM EM ME EAUGGHGH

HOLY SHIT.

I feel like so much has already been said on this song. I want to highlight, specifically, the bridge.

This is. my favorite piece of lyricism Will Wood has EVER put out and i fucking mean that.

---

"Now this is the part of the song where I like to talk to my audience

I like to tell 'em there's something I want from you hep cats tonight

I want you to look to your left, look to your right

Your 12 o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock, nine o'clock, rock around the clock tonight

And I want you to find those points of no return, those singularities

Those burning rings of fire in the beautiful pupils of the beautiful eyes of the beautiful

Boy, girl, neither, both, or in-between that you brought with you tonight

And I want you to tell 'em how you really feel

I want you to tell 'em that you love the way they so seamlessly, like-a-dream-fully

So beautifully, oh so dutifully

Jam that square peg in the round hole in their heart

I want you to tell 'em that you love the way

That they don't stick out like sore middle fingers

That they crawl their way up the side of the bell curve

Stick their flag in the peak, and slide their way back down

I want you to tell them that you love the way that they're not maladaptive

Not malcontent, not malignant or maleficent, but rather that you love them

Exactly the way that everybody else is!"

---

now is it. unnecessary. to paste it all in here? certainly. but i just. love this so much.

the constant motif of mentioning the bell curve is amazing, too. I love this album because of it's essential... just. Being so outside of the normal bounds of society that all you can do is sit back and observe it all like "huh".

this is another ramble that i'd have to save for another post because this is the one that i understand the most.

I personally like to view this one through the lens of aromanticism. cause i can.

Now I'm not gonna go too much into detail on Memento Mori: the most important thing in the world cause BOY is it existential.

but i do think it's a beautiful way of tying this entire album together.

this entire album is almost like a note to humanity in general, this whole "you may not listen to me ever again, but give me these 45 minutes of your life to change your outlook on all of it".

Despite this album being subjective and subversive? Deviating so strongly from the norm that the average person, hell, even most avid fans, could never begin to relate to most of it?

It has this sort of... span of the human existence, in a sense. It understands it on such a small level, and it speaks bast the barriers that we usually don't try to cross. It just says shit that nobody else has said before.

I <3 this album. So insanely much.

I think that it's honestly one of the better pieces of music period that have been put out in these last few years. nothing else is as lyrically, linguistically, or musically different. aughgg

thank you for the ask if you read to the end youre fucking insane.

[lesbiancharliedalton]

3, 4, 6, 7, 11, 23, 27, 28 <3

3. Any old school favorites (pre-70s)?

Very cliche answer but obviously The Wizard of Oz was formative literally cannot imagine my life without it. I also love classic old Hollywood musicals. Besides those since it says pre-1970's which is vague I also love The Graduate a lot

4. Top 5 directors?

Oh god this is crazy I feel like I can't honestly answer this because there are few directors who I've seen a LOT of movies from. Like usually I just see a few from each. The only ones I can really say for certain are Paul Thomas Anderson (very obvious #1), Christopher Guest and David Lynch.

6. Favorite movie from the 90’s?

Boogie Nights! And Magnolia lmao. Also my favorite movies period.

7. Ever been/are you such a hardcore fan of an actor actress you watched/will watch any movie they were/will be in?

Honestly no. The only actor I can think of who I'd do this for is Judy Garland and I haven't even seen many of her films if I'm being real. But I would.

11. Favorite musical?

Cabaret!

23. Favorite movie soundtrack?

Oh this is a great fucking question I used to be super into movie soundtracks and now I can't remember any of them. Most of them are probably ones I used to listen to constantly that are now nostalgic to me. But if we're talking straight-up soundtrack and not specifically movie SCORE then honestly just gonna cheat and say Boogie Nights again.

27. Top 5 actors? AND 28. Top 5 actresses?

I was hoping I wouldn't get asked these because I DON'T KNOW LMAOOOOO SO I'm going to combine these into a top 5 favorite actors of any gender because I literally am so bad at ranking directors/actors/people in general I guess. So in no particular order (and for no particular reason other than I like them):

Judy Garland, William H Macy tbh, ykw? Robert Sean Leonard, Julianne Moore, and uhhhhhh John C Reilly honestly.

Thank you! <3

[covenofthearticulate]

I'm sorry you had a shit day 😭😭😭🖤🖤🖤 questions 4 (fic: Air Catcher) & 17 for the ask game!

Questions for fic writers

4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of? The flippant answer is that I'm really proud of Louis getting to do a that's what she said joke LMAO I think people sleep on Louis' humor but I'm not even mad about it because that's what makes it so great when he finally does get a really good joke in. Like, that's the same Louis who called vampire myths "bullshit" in his interview with Daniel. He's fucking funny! Even when he's mentally spiraling, he sees the chance to catch Lestat off-guard and make him laugh, and he takes it!

The serious answer is the detail included in the very first sentence that I wrote for the entire fic, which I ended up using as the summary: "Louis had read about it, too, in those little yellow books back in San Francisco." The little yellow book in question is The Joy of Gay Sex by Charles Silverstein and Felice Picano. I imagine this would've been something Louis had read when it was first published in the late 70's. Even though I've spoken a lot on my thoughts about Louis observing the gay scene in SF, it was much easier for him to read about it in books like this one. The way it's written is very straight-forward and informative, but also non-judgmental so I like to think Louis really did find it worth studying as like his own urban dictionary. That was actually kind of the jumping-off point for most of the fic, actually; this idea that in moments of high emotion Louis tends to try and lean on his analytical side, so he's constantly trying to sift through the catalogue of gay sex life readings in his head to figure out what the hell is wrong with him asdgfhjefbc ANYWAY yeah Louis definitely has a copy of The Joy of Gay Sex on his bookshelf.

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it? asdfghjsbekfkndc GOD I'm sorry to give a boring answer but I really don't deal much in au's!! I love reading everyone else's au verses but idk man my brain isn't that imaginative lmfao I have a really hard time seeing the characters outside of canon.

I will say, very predictably, I've fallen back into the world of 70s punk (thanks spider-verse) and I've always loved the idea of Lestat somehow finding his way back to his music, and Louis getting to accompany him on the drums :) this may or may not also be influenced by måneskin's black haired drummer, Ethan Torchio. I just think it'd be a great Rage Outlet for him (lord knows he needs it) and it'd be perfect because he wouldn't really be too involved, he'd just sit in the back by his drum kit and look hot lmfao I think that would be fun

[thequeenofmyownscreen]

Nineteen things I noted about CR2E125 “The Neverending Day” and the Talks Machina about it :

The Mighty Nein basically asked Yussa “Hey Yussa, do you want to come with us on in the place where magic is the most-fucked up thing ever in a desperate attempt to thwart the plans of some ancient and powerful minds of Aeor long lost ?” and Yussa responded “Fuck no” (and I respect him for that)

my god, Halas thinks he is soooooooo EDGY. “Society is destined to crumble” God !! He’s insufferable. He would get along wonderfully with Trent Ickythong.

The cast, freaking OUT at the idea of going to Allura in Emon : “HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!” The cast, a second later, when they realized they are in the 2nd campaign and have different characters who know nothing about Emon : “I mean, cool. Whatever. ”

ALLURA AND KIMA !!!!! OH MY GOD I know I just saw them in TLOVM but still !!!!!!!!!!!! they’re so great

The Mighty Nein, basically asked Allura “Hey Allura, do you want to come with us on in the place where magic is the most-fucked up thing ever in a desperate attempt to thwart the plans of some ancient and powerful minds of Aeor long lost ?” and Allura responded “Fuck no” (and I respect her for that)

Only a natural 20 could have convinced Kima to give up her cool sword.

oh man. Every reference to Campaign 1, even thinly-veiled, like the one to the Slayer’s Take, is so wondrous

this is high fantasy : the corrupted guy who forced Beau to stay with the monks in exchange for payment has been arrested

I didn’t expect it to hit me that hard but… At the very beginning, when Beau was just meeting Dairon, she said “I don’t really believe in systems or being a part of them, let alone a system that takes down other systems. Seems almost hypocritical” and Dairon responded “Who knows. Maybe one day you’ll find the corruption inside our own”. And now !!! Because Dairon listened to her and believed her and did the investigation, it came true… Beau helped root out corruption in the group that is supposed to fight corruption.

“I guess you get used to… cruelty, being handed down as the norm.” FUCK, MARISHA !! I didn’t need to cry tonight !!

Beau grew up so much, and so did Dairon. They apologized for her earlier beliefs in the Kryn’s evilness, and now it’s Beau that’s reassuring Dairon… I was crying and feeling relieved. Is this what going to therapy feels like after ?

Travis loves Werther’s, and I am projected out of my body, back at the start of Campaign 3, when Sir Bertrand Bell appeared. Did he knew already back them ? that he was going to take this character back and make him an iconic old schmuck ?

SAM ‘I don’t like Luck and I will not use it except when it’s for messing with my friends when this cursed dagger gets too much’ RIEGEL, YOU LITTLE SHIT

Fjord : “Does anybody have a third item that they’re kind of eh about ?” Jester, who just got the Ring of Fire Resistance as a gift from Fjord : “I mean, I’ve got this Ring of Fire Resistance…” Fjord, amazed and shamed : “Ooo-kayyyy !”

Beau’s list of Things To Do on Her First Date With Yasha : 1) Fight some cat ninjas, 2) profit ????!

“A city street made of teeth as it begins to devour your family from beneath” MATTHEW

more eyes ??????? on Caleb and Beau ?????? oh no.

Travis, on discovering music from the 70’s for the first time, very much not lying : “There’s also this band called Fleetwood Mac ? They’re not bad !!” (Laura made him listen to it and I thank her, as a Fleetwood Mac huge fan)

Awwwww Travis talking about Fjord’s confession to Jester and the kiss and the progression of the relationship was so great !! I love when the Baileyhams are on Talks together, they’re very silly and awesome

[andypartridges]

Hello! im really really sorry to bother you! i dont mean to i just love the content you put out especially your xtc content!! you are truly doing gods work thank you so much!! i was just messaging to ask if you could write out what your English settlement zine says? I'm sorry some words i cant make out its okay if you cant or rather not! again super sorry for bothering you

omg hi yes anon of course i can !!! if i can improve accessibility then it's no bother to me at all. it's probably too long to transcribe all of it in this ask so i'll transcribe part 2 here.

i apologise in advance for any grammar issues or just general clunkiness with the writing - i just wrote everything down in the zine without any preplanning and just sort of brain dumped my thoughts onto the page :-)

transcript below the cut !

no need to look back at pictures of lost From the haunting opening notes of 'Runaways', it's evident that XTC's fifth studio album was telling a story with a darker tone. Now, in 2022, we mark the 40th anniversary since the release of 1982's English Settlement, a double LP that would not only become the band's highest charting album in the UK, but the favourite album for many XTC fans around the world. It's a commentary on many things: the ideals versus the reality of Britain, Thatcherism, loss, and at times, a cry for help. It was the band's first album to break the self imposed rule that all songs must be able to be replicated live, and as such, you can hear a sense of 'vastness' - a sense of colour in the music. It's XTC like never before.

England's Glory: a musical portrait of early 80s britain Britain in the late 70s became a country under the leadership of Conservative PM Margaret Thatcher. While she irrevocably fucked up the UK in many ways, one prime example was contributing to the rampant xenophobia that was only on the rise with her comments such as being 'swamped' by (nonwhite) immigrants. Comments such as these only fuelled the activities of far right groups such as the National Front, the organisation that our main character Graham joins in 'No Thugs In Our House'. Both this song and 'Knuckle Down' are a snapshot of 80s Britain: the former depicts the insidious nature of racism and the latter, a call to end such ways of thinking. Graham is an example of how groups like the NF target the impressionable with lies and imbue them with hatred. With no parental figures to rein him in, this bigotry only festers. It's an ugly side of England, but one that still exists and is very much real. We talk about the glory of this country, but these songs point out that for some, much glory is founded in the suffering of others.

Save Us From The Ball And Chain: a musical portrait of early 80s britain (pt. 2) In addition to the negative impacts Thatcher brought upon Britain, her economic policies have also gone down in infamy, namely the millions put out of work as a result. Yet, the most infamous was the Miners' Strike of 1984-85, a bitter battle between Thatcher and trade unions. Miners and their families relied on handouts, receiving no state benefits at all. The landscape of the events, combined with Thatcher's belief that people were unemployed because they simply didn't work hard enough, is brutally reflected in the English Settlement track 'Leisure'. The economic tensions and anxieties surrounding employment reverberate through the song - most notably in Andy's cries of "leiiii-LEISURE!" and the shrieking, discordant alto sax solo at the song's climax. The other clear response to Thatcherism on this album is the record's second track, 'Ball and Chain'. A song protesting the destruction of the Swindon town centre, it was, according to Colin, a statement about "when eldermans in council chambers were getting outrageously fatter on inner city clearances". In other words, textbook Tories.

It's More A Way You Have To Give: English Settlement on Love XTC have never shied away from writing love songs; in fact, they've written some of my favourite, if not all time favourite love songs. But English Settlement isn't really an album about love in the way that, say, Wasp Star is. In my opinion, there are only 2 songs about the subject of love on English Settlement, and only one of them is really a 'love song'. That song, 'Snowman', isn't even a happy love song - it's about a loveless relationship, one where the narrator feels spurned by his girlfriend's coldness. It's a song about the painful elements of love, about rejection and hurt. In fact, it contains one of my favourite XTC lyrics: "people will always be tempted to wipe their feet on anything with 'welcome' written on it". It's just such a clever yet straightforward way of conveying the sentiment of being used, or being treated like you have no worth. Again, English Settlement isn't really an album about love at all, let alone an album that is sonically very joyful or celebratory - it is by far and away the opposite of that.

The other song I would argue is about love to an extent is 'All of a Sudden (It's Too Late)', a far more abstract composition - at least, lyrically - in comparison to 'Snowman', but a song that quite clearly touches upon the sentiment that we need love to survive and that we must realise this before there's nothing left to love and nothing left to give us love: "what can I say? why do we starve a thing that's near extinction? from day to day these weeds of fear are choking our conviction". Personally, I think it touches upon the idea that being sincere in regards to our emotions is always difficult - we're scared of making others feel uncomfortable, of being vulnerable and/or having that vulnerability exploited. So we hide our true feelings away, deep down inside of us - and then before we know it, the chance for honesty and truth is gone. The song is a reminder: tell someone you love them while you still can.

[stephenjaymorrisblog]

Cher Kidnapped by the Vietcong

(What’s the Deal with Taylor Swift?)

Stephen Jay Morris

8/9/2024

©Scientific Morality

What’s the deal with the title of this piece? Unless you are 65 or older, you get the joke. Let me translate into present day language:  Isis wants to assassinate Taylor Swift. Oh, my Lord! If it were music critics, then I would believe it, but Islamo-fascists?! Sounds a little conspiratorial to me. Oh, shit! Did I say conspiracy? You know what? I just got this brainstorm: What if I kept all my conspiracy thoughts to myself and wrote a fictional book about it? Some greedy publishers would be greedy enough to publish it. At any rate…

This month marks the first anniversary of that crummy, novelty song, “Rich Men North of Richmond,” by Oliver Anthony. I recently watched a recent video of him. He was strolling in the forest, getting soaked by rain as his two dogs looked up at him, wondering, ‘what’s up with him?’ He couldn’t just sit on a log to deliver his sermon.  Instead, he filmed himself walking around as raindrops fell upon his bearded face. How dramatic. To make a long story mercifully short, he prefaced his remarks by declaring how bad the world is and how he now plans to escape it by living in the country, with his family, like it was 1779. A little reference note here: Mr. Anthony reads passages from the King James Bible between performing songs. As he bemoans the shape of the world, it’s with the usual rhetoric you hear from evangelical Christians. Oh, it is Sodom and Gomorrah all over again, and the Romans are throwing the Christians into the arena with man-eating lions!

Oliver Anthony has realized that he is doomed to be a one hit wonder. As such, it’s as if he won the lottery. As selfless as he portrays himself, he is going to share his money by starting a commune for the poor folk whom he’ll teach how to survive in the wilderness. Sorry, Oliver—it’s been done before, in the early 70’s, by Hippies living in communes. The news media was all too happy to report that the experiment was a failure. But there is good news: Anthony is still writing songs! And they all sound like whiny, white boy songs as opposed to authentic blues.

The problem with Anthony is that he is not aware of what is making the world so bad. It’s not because people have no faith in God. It’s because of a class struggle that’s been going on forever. The simple difference between a poor criminal snatching purses on the boulevard and a rich criminal stealing some foreign country’s oil is this: the rich man is above the law! This is for you Oliver: There is no Devil to hurt you nor God to help you. They do not exist. However, your brain exists, and there are libraries of political ideologies. Pick one. Thanks to religion and other forms of superstitions, we have Americans living in metaphysical ignorance.  Wishful thinking and magical feelings are prevalent. All are made to feel hopeless because of the enormity of wealth and the weapons that protect those empires. Makes you feel small, doesn’t it? So, this omniscient God will come to the rescue? Just remember, there are more poor people than rich men.

Now, this crap about Taylor Swift. Who ever is behind this fakery is not Islamo-fascist. Swift is just a song and dance woman. So, to bring back an Islamophobic pandemic, you have this scenario of a popular entertainer threatened by a fanatical religious group. It could be Israel’s Mossad. They really want a third world war!  Just for once, I wish somebody would tell Netanyahu he is full of shit, right to his face!

In actuality, the world is getting better and better. Ultimately, the superstitious religious types are going to be dragged by their hair, kicking and screaming, into the 21st Century! They can all go fuck themselves with their anti-science and anti-intellectualism! That pastor in your neighborhood church is a latent atheist.

Don’t you wish you were a mind reader?  

[andreabaideas]

Djats review of non fans aka my Dad part II

Dad reviewing things: Daisy Jones and the Six part II 

Warning : my father lacks of filter and takes no bullshit, so brace yourselves for hard truths said by an older man almost at his sixties , sorry 59 XD 

Context : My mom and me forced my dad into reading and watching Djats....

AN = Authors note. // ?! = What?!! i dont agree.

Let's continue with the series rating : 7/10. 

*AN : I was surprised he liked It way better than the book tbh. 

He liked : 

- Faster pace than the book, It doesn't get boring.

- The interviews are far less used, "thank God for that."

- This story works better as a show cause IS very visual and sound centered. 

- The music , "Songs are total bangers not like that shitty urban music heard everywhere". 

- The songs are great, unlike their book counterparts, they felt like "Fleetwood Mac songs right?" XD. 

- The photography, the clothes and the vibe felt aunthentic (He remembers most of It, he was a kid). 

- Daisy's Cast. He said that she looked just how he imagined Daisy in the book. Very pretty and very talented as actress. Also her voice IS angelical. 

- He found Daisy to be very cheeky funny and likeable, even more than in the book, even if he liked her a lot in the book too, he said she was a "show not tell" type of character and she is imposible to stop watching in the show. 

- Billy's Cast. He said Finnick's (as my father knows Sam Claflin XD) singing is wonderfull and he looked like the 70's rock stars. Like a mix between Jim Morrison and Lindsey Buckingham!! XD. 

- Billy IS worse than the book (affectionately), he said that he seems to be portrayed the way he probably truly IS when unseen by her daughter. 

"Only reedeming qualities are that he IS played by Finnick , his singing voice and that awesome chemistry with Daisy" *AN: Dad his name is Sam Claflin " That surname Its too difficult he keeps the Finnick name" *AN : I tried. Daniel Radcliffe keeps being Harry Potter and Robert Pattinson Edward (Cullen) so XD. 

- Daisy's and Billy's chemistry. "They seemed to either want to fuck or strangle each other all the time" and were "entertaining to watch". 

- Daisy and Billy's relationship IS "physical which IS more realistic, I like It". 

- Simone Cast and her story changes , that "she IS more than just Daisy's friend" , "she is very pretty" , that "she IS lesbian and her story with Bernie Its just the cutest". Also her singing was very good and the disco music story and New York Gay context was cool to watch. 

- Bernie , he liked her a lot.

- Camila , he liked her better here (?!) because she IS "less saintly and IS far more realistic". Seemed "less fake and more angry ,and rightfully so!!" Though she kept having a "Golddigger vibe like Bianca Jagger" (*An : I dont know what he has against her But anyways...) But "at least she was likeable,  unlike the book" (?!)

- Camila Cast. "She is also way prettier and taller than I imagined her" , she is very pretty and reminds him to a "mix between Dua Lipa and that pretty Instagram girl thats always naked =*AN: "After asking him Who He talked about I discovered He meant Emily Ratajkowski XD". She IS a good actress... Wasn't she DiCaprios girlfriend or something? Yeah, they broke Up "Good for her, she deserves someone younger and better that DiCaprio, he IS too old for the girls he dates, looks like her dad, Its creepy" XD. 

- Graham Its likeable here, which IS better, cause in the book he was a "cunt". 

- Warren keps being Warren and IS latino, I like It. 

- Teddy being Alive more time. 

- Billy punching Nicky , he cheered at him, and said "Finnick punch him harder!!!" XD

- Daisy's overdose scene was very well done and very emotional, "they both should win something for It"... I told him they were Golden Globes nominated but didn't win. He said It was unfair.  

- Daisy's story changes, that she keeps singing and that she gets a daughter of her own. 

-Series ending, he loved It. Daisy and Billy got the Happy ending they deserved. 

- Eddie IS a loser at the end as he deserved. 

- That Billy relapses. 

- Karen Cast , "she is just way too pretty for what I imagined, but I like her vibes, prettier is better right?" "she looks 70's cool rock girl and i like her acting...Wait, Isn't she Edward's girlfriend? The one he got a baby with??" Yes, she is... "Lucky bastard got finally a good one? Good for him." 

What he didn't like : 

- That they didn't show Rods sexuality. 

- Daisy's parents are the worst.

- Eddie IS even more of a cunt. He IS annoying. 

- Camila and Eddie's affair 

- Camila IS less saintly and IS far more realistic but keeps being slightly boring to him. (?!)

- That the drugs use was slightly glosed over and glamorized. 

- Nicky Fitzpatrick IS the worst. 

- The age change and makeup aging that "fool no one" Graham keeps looking (as a 40) more like he just ended highschool XD

- Billy's straight hair, "It looks like a wig" (?!) He looks better and more rock with curly hair.

- That Billy was body shaved in the 70's? No sir, everyone was hairy Chebwacca style XD 

- Daisy's haircut missing in action. 

- He felt that Camila babytrapped Billy with the shotgun wedding and the guilttripped him into staying in their failed marriage. *AN: (??!!) A harsh one Dad!!!

- "She was the love of my Life"... He said It was bullshit, (?!) that then "why he talks about Daisy all the time" and "then runs back inmediately to Daisy the moment his wife died??" Then : "A man totally in love wouldn't do that, he stayed with Camila due to moral obligation after getting her pregnant with a baby (?!) not for LOVE (?!) which happened a lot in the 70's-80's , too puritans they were,sigh" ..."Hadn't she gotten pregnant , they wouldn't have been together (?!) he would have left her for Daisy, I got that in the book already, but here in the show Its 1000 times worse". *AN : I don't agree with him on everything. I agree on the puritanism thing, but the rest...Some yes some Noooo. Life's like that🤷‍♀️.

*AN: He said that Daisy and Karen shoulve just ran away together to the sunset and create a girlband with Simone and Bernie. (I kinda agree) The men didn't deserve any of them. (Agree)

He hoped that older!Billy would treat Daisy right though. 

Thats It!! Review ended!!!

I can't wait to do the Twilight and the hunger games ones!!! XD

[lexinympho]

"How is your phone already low on space? We literally just got it," Ran questioned in bewilderment. He'd asked not long ago to borrow your phone to look something up while his is currently reviving itself on the charger, but came face to face with your device's poor state before he could open the browser.

"Correction: We got it three weeks ago," you stated as though that made the situation any better, the disproving look your boyfriend sent you perfectly telling you so.

He swiftly tapped his way into your file manager as you hovered over his shoulder in shame, and his eyes nearly pop out if his head upon seeing the 17GB worth of images you have saved. "Why the fuck do you have so many pictures? How the fuck do you have so many pictures!?"

You'd laugh at him losing his composure if he weren't looking down on you like a disappointed parent finding out their kid was sent to the principal's office. You attempt to explain as you avoid his hardened stare, "Look, if I see something I like, I'm bound to take pictures of-"

"You did not take that many pictures in three weeks time."

"It's plausible!"

He pulls up your gallery and is met with 30 albums full of much more than camera shots, most of which is either memes or images of anime & recipes. "Why do you need screenshots of recipes, that's what the notes app is for."

"I was gonna put the links there, I just forgot..."

"Just like how you 'forgot' to delete all these random pics of animals? What even is this?" He questioned as he made a face at the phone screen.

"It's an Okapi."

"It looks confused to me. I can't tell whether it's supposed to be a giraffe or a zebra. What did you even save this for?"

"It just looks funny to me!"

He left that album and traversed to another, "And what are these, reaction images?"

"Yeah, I sent you some before."

"Oh yeah, I remember this one." He sees a random one he'd received from you a while back before remembering something, "Wait, where's the one with the chicken-"

"I think it's in--yeah there it is!" You wheezed towards the end of your sentence, Ran joining you when recalling your text days ago of Rindou's lookalike being Chicken Little.

"Those fuckin' glasses, bwahahah!"

You force yourself to wind down and speak clearly, "He was so pissed when I sent it to him!"

"You should've saw him when I started using that as his icon when he calls!" Ran wipes at his eyes to rid them of the tears his laughter forced out and brings his focus back to the phone, "You need to delete stuff."

You flip a switch at his reminder and visibly droop as you say, "But everytime I think of deleting something, I remember why I saved it in the first place!"

"Y'know that almost sounds touching until I remember the Okapi."

"I like it, shut up!"

"We'll come back to that, but why do you have 14GB of audio files?"

"...Because I like music."

"The alert sound affect from Metal Gear Solid is not music." He goes further and comes across a 17 minute long song, "What the fuck!?"

"What?" You look over to see what he's talking about, "Oh that, it's a good song!"

"Buy the CD or some shit!"

"You sound old saying-"

"I'm pretty sure a band from the 70's has their songs on CDs and said CDs are currently being sold to this day." He leaves the music app and looks at your homescreen in pity, "And why do you have such a God awful amount of games here? We have 3 different consoles right here in front of us."

You puff your cheeks out and finally snatch your phone from him, "Leave me and my phone alone you bully!"

"Your phone is crying for help! It's probably slow as shit-"

"It runs just fine, thank you very much!"

"Okay, look," he puts his hand out to silently ask for your phone, "how about we go through them together and-"

"Without you criticizing my choices?"

"Sorry bae that's a perk that comes with dating me. But you aren't gonna delete enough on your own knowing you. So..." he shakes his hand a little.

You nibble on your bottom lip in consideration of his compromise, eventually bringing yourself to hand him your phone again and say, "Fine, but I'm chopping one of your braids off if you delete something important."

"That Okapi has to go."

"That's important you fake blondie!"

"I'm deleting it!"

A grueling 30 minutes of back and forth about what to keep and what to delete proved somewhat helpful by it significantly increasing your storage capacity. It was also a bit of an eye opener for Ran seeing the copious number of candids you took of him without him knowing, which eased his annoyance anytime you tried to get him not to delete something you didn't need.

With your phone back in your grasp, you skim through your files and sigh with a sense of emptiness at the sight of how much space you have now. "I have to get used to this..."

"You'll be fine." Ran pat you on the head before he stood to unplug his phone, "And your phone isn't on the brink of death."

"You're exaggerating." You glance up and just so happen to catch sight of his screen, clearly seeing a notification alerting him or his dwindling storage. "Hey!"

He jumps at your sudden yell and looks back at you in surprise, "What?"

"I saw that!"

"...Saw what-"

"Haitani Ran!"

Needless to say, you raided his device and forced him to get rid of half of his unsuspecting candids of you, despite how cute he claimed them to be.

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