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foxes-that-run · 1 year ago

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Peace and Harry's Peace Ring

One Direction had a tour break starting in Harry's hometown of Manchester on the 20 April 2013. He arrived in LA alone on the 23rd without the ring (left). It was first seen when he left LA on the 28 April 2013 (right). It was only a 9 day break between the UK and Paris, the rest of the band stayed in the UK.

20 April - One Direction perform in Manchester, no ring. This performance is in This is Us (37 minutes in) when they sing Teenage Dirtbag in Manchester 20 April. Taylor in Tampa (Red Tour, I almost do Surprise Song) and starts a 5 day break.

21 April - Harry stayed with his mum who beat him a scrabble, he posted the board to Instagram and saw friends

22 April - When the Holmes Chapel/Bakery scenes are shot for This is Us. (no ring)

23 April - Harry arrives alone in LA without the ring

24 April - Neither Harry or Taylor seen.

25 April - First day Ring is seen. Harry has dinner with Rod Stewart, Rod then plays the Troubadour and Harry stayed at Rod Stewarts house. You can see the ring in photo holding a doggy bag. Taylor in Cleveland (The best day surprise song)

26 April - Harry attends an Instagram party in LA, leaves at 9 and posts photos with Instagram and Facebook execs. Celebs post photos with him, his hand is hidden in photos. It's the anniversary of Facebook's acquisition. Taylor in Indianapolis. (Mine)

27 April - Taylor in Lexington. (Our Song)

28 April - Harry posts photo of sunglasses on beach. Taylor photographed in a gym in Los Angles. Harry leaves LAX wearing the ring and there is an absolutely insane mob because he is there alone with no security.

29 April - Arrives in Paris alone, still wearing ring, described as a riot. The ring is in This is Us in Paris

So we don't know, I actually think he bought the ring himself as a reminder, but it could have been a gift.

Louis stayed in the UK, he rode the Orient Express in London with Eleanor and her mum on 26 April, 3 days before the Paris show. To be clear, Louis, was in the UK and Harry in the US when he got it.

Have Harry or Taylor marked 22 - 24 April

I don't think it is an anniversary, but they have marked it, at first it was Harry, but he stopped when Taylor started dating Calvin and Joe. Taylor stopped and he stopped wearing the ring after she released Peace.

2012 - 23rd Taylor's instagram story about him kissing a girl in NZ and they broke up. Harry then got the Never Gonna Dance Again tattoo (song about regretting infidelity). So in 2013 he got the ring on the anniversary of this - Maybe it represents being faithful, an agreement of some sort or about insane media about them.

2013 - Harry went to LA and started wearing the ring

2014 - Harry's fern Tattoos were first seen (healed) on 26 April covering "might as well..." on his lower hip.

2016 - 23rd Harry tweeted "it's not the Ribbons in your Hair" Cars - Just what I Needed lyrics, about not minding anything because a person is who they needed.

2018 - 23rd Taylor played Angels with Robbie Williams at Wembley.

2019 - 23rd Taylor played Time 100 show w/Style, Delicate & NYD

2020 -23rd Taylor shared a photo of Olivia. Folklore 24 July.

2023 - 23rd Taylor Eras surprise song - Begin Again from Red

Wish You Would and Clean

Taylor wrote Wish you Would while on tour in May 2013 "it's about this guy that drives down the street and passes his ex-girlfriend's house and he thinks she hates him but she doesn't."

On 18 May Taylor posted Roses to IG and with a Gatsby quote that things do not grow.

Clean was written 10 months after Harry started wearing the Peace Ring, on 9 February 2014. "Ten months older, I won't give in / Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it"

Harry wore the Peace Ring pretty consistently

Harry wore on his left ring or middle finger pretty consistently up to 2020 and played with it when singing romantic songs or in interviews.

Taylor wrote Peace in 2020

It is thought of as a promise ring, to me I think Harry and Taylor agreed to be together in the future, when they were less famous. Taylor foreshadowed Lover in the Red Liner notes and planned the album when she was 30. Closer to the time saying she thought it would one of her last. It wasn't though, and Folklore was largely about her feelings about Harry and included Peace.

Peace is about Taylor's fame making it difficult to love her. It references to Joe Alwyn's brother in the second verse, which Harry doesn't have so it's not thought to be about Harry. However, the first verse with coming of age also doesn't work for Joe who was 25 when they met, but does if you made a promise to an 19 year old 8 years earlier. I think the first verse may explain why Harry stopped wearing the ring a few months after it came out:

"Our coming-of-age has come and gone / Suddenly, this summer, it's clear / I never had the courage of my convictions" [...] "'Cause it lives in me / No, I could never give you peace" [...] All these people think love's for show / But I would die for you in secret / The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me / Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?"

It was replaced by the Pearl ring in March 2021

Harry started wearing the pearl ring in March 2021, below you can see he has worn them together sometimes. The Peace ring has appeared a few times after the pandemic:

Bowery Ballroom Session for Fine Line February 29 2020 and in the Vogue Cover in December. Last pre-pandemic show at the Bowery, it's on his Right Index finger.

7 September 2021 and again 2022. This could mark 2012, after the VMAs between 6 September sushi date and a weekend in Paris on the 28th September. Or, possibly 2019 - They were both at Ed Sheeran's wedding on 7 September, Joe left for Toronto and Taylor went to Paris where she filmed City of Lover on the 9th. Harry wasn't seen from the wedding on the 7th until the 12th. Joe was in Canada Taylor makes heart eyes at someone high in the audience.

He wore it the day before their 20 May anniversary on the Today show appearance on May 19 and Harry's House release.

7, 8, 9, 11, 15, 22, 27, 28, 29, 30, September 2022, LOT shows (MPM press)

2, 3, 6, 8, 9 and 10 October 2022, LOT shows

Last seen Love on Tour wrap up being tipped out of a bag

Harry had worn a ring in the past, on 13 February 2012 Harry wore a ring to dinner with the whole band in Paris. It looks darker than the Peace ring, but can't really be seen. He didn't wear it in interviews the next day or wear rings reliably till 2013.

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ladyjaneasherr · 10 months ago

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April 5th 2024, happy beloved 78th birthday to the one and only Jane! She’s been my inspiration for around 12 years since I first discovered about her. It’s been a wonderful journey getting to share new pictures I find, my scans, colourisations and accurate information in regards of the pictures I found. May I be able to meet her one day. 🤍

This post will be divided in two, as the picture shown was used for two different newspapers that I scanned therefore the subtle mark on the photos. And you might have seen the photos with my old username so I am sharing them with the new one!

Jane Asher and Gawn Grainger as Juliet Capulet and Romeo in “Romeo and Juliet” presentation while being on tour in the USA, 1967.

First picture is my edition and enhancement from historical picture auction scan, second one is my scan from the newspaper, and third one is the scan of the newspaper.

Jane Asher-More Than a Beatle's Bird

In cities all across the U.S. this spring Beatle fans are swarming to a touring production of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet staged by the Bristol Old Vic Company. When Juliet appears on stage for the first time the reaction is almost always the same. Applause thunders through the theater. Flash bulbs pop—electrifying the scene like summer lightning. At the end of the play young girls scream the name of the actress who plays Juliet: "Jane Asher! Jane Asher!" This is the girl they have come to see. To a Beatle fan Jane Asher's romance is even more exciting than the story of Romeo and Juliet. Jane Asher, in case you haven't heard, is the girl friend of Paul McCartney-the last unmarried Beatle.

An Interview With Jane

To find out what kind of girl dates a Beatle and also has enough talent to

perform in one of England's most respected theatre groups, CURRENT EVENTS Editor Nancy Malone talked to Jane Asher in New York City. The 20-year-old actress seemed puzzled when asked why teen-age girls scream for her. "I don't really know," she said “and I don’t think they’re quite sure themselves. Once they’re with me, they seem a little lost and aren’t sure what to do or say”.

Miss Asher, in contrast to her fans, is not at all confused. She is looking the forward to a successful career in the theatre—on her own merit, not because of her friendship with a Beatle. The actress with the golden-red hair is well on her way to stardom. Her portrayal of Juliet with England’s Bristol Old Vic company has been highly praised. The company is nearing the end of 16-city american tour, which began in Boston last January. After appearances next month in Bloomington, Ind., Detroit, and Cleveland, the company will perform at expo 67 in Montreal. Then the actors and actresses will retur to England.

Does Jane Asher hope to do more Shakespeare? "Oh, yes." she said, “I'd like to do all the Shakespearean heroines-especially Lady Macbeth. But I'd also like to do modern comedy. I wouldn't like ever to stick to just one thing. For example, I don't want to do all movies or all stage. Though if I had to choose, I'd choose stage. I like having a live audience.

Movie Fame Unimportant

"I know you can become more famous by being in movies,", Jane said. "but I've had a taste of that kind of glamor, and I know I don't want it. I want to be a good actress." Jane, who has been acting since she was five years old, comes from a show business family. Her brother, Peter Asher, has toured the U.S. several times. He makes up one-half of the popular singing duo Peter and Gordon.

But Jane hesitates to encourage outer young people to become entertainers. "It's really not the glamorous life people imagine. It's hard work with rehearsals all day and shows every night. And when you come right down to it, acting is really only pretending you're something else on stage." Although Jane made several films during her childhood, she attended regular m schools—not acting schools for m professionals. "I'm glad I got a normal education," she said. "I think it gave me a more balanced view of life. In addition to several Shakespearean roles, Jane has played Alice in Alice in Wonderland, Wendy in Peter Pan, and Eliza Doolittle in Pygmalion. Juliet, however, is the highlight of her career.

Jane and the Bard

She is particularly delighted that she is helping to acquaint American teenagers with Shakespeare. She commented on her own attitude as a 13-year-old: "I suppose I felt as all English schoolchildren do-that Shakespeare was pretty dull stuff with lots of language I didn't understand. I know I wasn't mad about it." Now, at 20, she believes that Shakespeare wrote "the greatest roles in the world." She added: "On this tour, I've gotten a lot of mail and it has meant a great deal to me. Some of the letters from kids say “We came to see you. We were so surprised. We really liked the play.” “That’s great. That’s a real accomplishment to me —as an actress”.

#jane asher #the beatles #60s #beatles girls #actress #lady jane asher #something about jane asher #model #beatles women #1967 #romeo and juliet #redhead #red hair #vintage #1960s

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separatist-apologist · 2 years ago

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Neon In The Nighttime

Summary: It's the end of the word as we know it. A west coast baker and the drummer of a metal band team up in Boston, MA thinking they're one of the last few people left alive after a viral outbreak turns those infected into blood hungry monsters.

Their destination: Los Angeles, California- the last place Lucien's eldest brother was living while gearing up for a presidential run. Lucien is desperate to escape the memories of his past life and what he had to do when his wife, Jes, became infected. Elain wants to try and reclaim the fractured pieces of the life she remembers before everything went to hell.

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She woke to the sound of wet hands slapping against the glass. Lucien was awake in an instant, pulling his seat back up as he fumbled with the keys. They’d been found by someone infected, pounding frantically against the window with those red rimmed, sightless eyes.

Elain nearly threw up in the seat well at the sight of the creature just outside. Flesh hung in bloated, rotting chunks from a broken, skeletal frame. One eye was wholly gone, plucked out so nothing but bleached bone remained. The jaw had come unhinged, leaving only the top, toothless half gaping in a silent, horrific scream.

Lucien screeched out of the sleeping spot on the side of the road along a long stretch of trees where more of those creatures—because they weren’t human, not anymore—shuffled and ambled toward them.

“Do they just go on forever?” Elain gasped, gripping her thighs as she tried to catch her breath. “They don’t eventually die?”

“Oh, God,” Lucien whispered, his golden skin ashen. “Oh, God.”

He didn’t stop, and to their credit, neither of them threw up though she suspected they both wanted to. Lucien drove through Pennsylvania and into Ohio before he ever spoke a word.

“Have you ever been to Cleveland?”

She almost laughed. “No. Have you?”

Those eyes of his clouded over. “For a show, a couple times. It’s not that bad, you know.”

“It’s Ohio,” she joked. Lucien offered her one of his half-smiles, the closest she’d ever gotten to a true one in the forty eight hours she’d known him.

“Come on,” he said, pulling into the empty city.

“Are you going to give me a tour of all the midwestern cities?” she asked, hoping that he might. Elain was half afraid that Lucien would find Eris and he’d leave her. How did she ask a stranger to let her live with him for the rest of their lives? She hadn’t quite figured it out in her head, but she knew she needed to make sure he understood she was asking as friends.

Platonic roommates was a thing, even in the apocalypse.

“No,” he said, shooting her a sly glance. “But I know a place we can get some actual sleep.”

That was a relief. Lucien had dark circles beneath his eyes and she knew she hadn’t fared much better. Sleeping in a car was uncomfortable in the best of circumstances but knowing there were infected lurking in the woods all but guaranteed Elain was never going to get a good night's sleep again. Maybe not until they were further out west in the desert, where she thought it would be harder for a rotting corpse to amble about for a year.

Lucien took them straight into the heart of downtown Cleveland. Whatever it had been before seemed a paradise to what it had become. More of that sewage smell wafted through the air while nearly all the buildings had been broken up and covered in layers upon layers of black spray paint and new growing vegetation.

“I heard a pundit say once that humanity was the real virus,” Lucien told her, glancing at curling ivy.

“I don’t think that’s true,” she responded. She’d heard that, too, declared so snidely over the radio while she’d been on her way to New York. “I think that’s a cop out.”

“Oh?”

“It didn’t have to be like this,” she whispered, hating the emotion in her voice. Lucien glanced over, knuckles white from where he held the steering wheel. “There were so many chances to turn back, to be better. To do the right thing. So many people tried, and I think it was greed that got in our way.”

“That’s still humanity—”

“No, that’s like, a couple power hungry assholes who decided the rest of our lives and the world itself was worth risking. I don’t think their behavior is some sweeping indictment of humanity as a whole. Do you think that?”

Lucien seemed to contemplate that. “No,” he finally admitted. “I don’t.”

“They sold us all out for money,” Elain said, her heart pounding in her throat. “And I hope they suffered for it.”

The leather groaned beneath his grip. “So do I.”

They didn’t say another word as Lucien wound his way up through a parking garage. He’d had to get out and break the bar to keep out interlopers while Elain watched. Lucien looked strong, so it didn’t surprise her how easily he’d taken it apart. No, it was the rage that flitted over his features. How the muscles in his back shifted beneath the long-sleeved, green shirt he wore and how when he’d looked back to the windshield, there’d been satisfaction etched on his features.

Gone, just as quickly as she’d found it, but still it was there.

“This is as safe as we’ll ever be,” he said, unfolding a tarp from the backseat in an attempt to hide the gas cans in the cab. “We’ll sleep here tonight and make tomorrow a long day.”

“Fine by me,” she agreed. “Tell me about this place.”

Lucien made his way toward the stairwell, ignoring the elevators that no longer worked. Elain couldn’t help but walk to the pried open doors and peer into the gloom. Lucien waited by the stairs, his expression tight.

“Careful,” he warned, as if she might jump straight to the bottom. It had been a long time since Elain had felt that suicidal. She offered him a polite nod.

As they made their way down, Lucien spoke. “This place belonged to a friend of mine. He was from Ohio and I guess living in Cleveland made him feel like he hadn’t sold out. He was out in Los Angeles more often than he wasn’t, but he had this place and when I came through, he let me use it. I don’t think he’ll mind.”

Elain wondered if Lucien hoped he’d find his friend. Walking through the lobby of the building, she kind of hoped they did, too. Like Boston and Erie, Cleveland was miserably empty and gloomy to boot. The sunless sky made everything seem worse—gray and dull, a miserable existence along a muddy river.

And still, lives had been lived here. Snuffed out thoughtlessly, and still pieces lingered. Elain found a stuffed brown bear laying face down in the stairwell and a discarded show in the once clean, open lobby. We were here, those things seemed to scream. Don’t forget us.

Elain picked them up and Lucien didn’t say a word about it. As far as companions went, she was beginning to think she’d lucked out. Though sad, Lucien was at least friendly. He made her think of George and his assertion that killing was nothing like he thought it would be. Nothing like he’d seen in movies. Lucien, by that same logic, was nothing like the action heroes of the post-apocalyptic shows she’d used to watch. Though there was a gruffness to him, there was also compassion and kindness. He cared, deeply if she had to guess which made it easier to exist beside him.

She didn’t feel as though she needed to bottle so much. Maybe he felt the same, too, since he’d brought her here. What Elain wanted was to be his friend, to have that connection with another living person again. How awful to crave that desperately and find yourself stuck with someone that openly refused to indulge in any emotion but rage?

“Lucien,” Elain panted when they’d reached the tenth floor and were still climbing up. “How much—”

“Five,” he breathed, wiping sweat on the back of his shirt sleeve. “I didn’t think it would be so bad.”

“We can’t do this on foot,” she wheezed, clutching at the metal rail to help take her up.

“Of course we can,” he replied, though he didn’t look as though he believed his own words. Elain certainly didn’t. They did make it to the fifteenth floor, gasping for air and dragging their legs behind them. Lucien pulled open the heavy door and with some unknown strength, managed to break into his friend's apartment while Elain kept her cheek pressed against the yellowing wall.

Elain stumbled in behind Lucien, surprised by how normal it looked. Like they were merely renting it for the weekend. Behind her, Lucien managed to get the door to close, though it didn’t lock like he so clearly wanted it to.

Gold records hung in black framed glass pictures on the wall, denoting the success of a metal band named Spring Reign. Leather furniture and sleek technology told Elain this had been someone with money and taste, given how orderly and nice everything was arranged.

Pictures were hung along a shelf on the walls of the man who’d owned this place. His tan skin and green eyes were made paler with the make-up he used around his eyes, and his long, blonde hair seemed as though he’d made it stringy looking on purpose. There were photos of him with other celebrities, with politicians, and one that Elain pulled from the wall to look at closer.

It was two photos, side by side. The first was Lucien, a dark haired brunette, and a beautiful, red-haired woman. Sweat soaked and grinning in front of a burry crowd of screaming people. Lucien held a pair of drumsticks in one hand, his other casually flung around the redhead. It was clear the man who owned the apartment had taken the picture and kept it, Elain supposed, because they were friends.

The other was far more domestic. In some unnamed living room, Lucien and the blonde man held middle fingers up at the camera. Lucien sat beside a curly haired brunette woman lost in some forgotten conversation with the redhead from the previous photo.

“That’s Tamlin,” Lucien said from behind Elain. With careful fingers, he pulled the picture from her grasp to look. “And that's Jurian—he played bass—and Vassa, she sang, and was our lead guitarist. We headlined for Tam and he took this picture of us. I didn’t know he’d kept it.”

Elain waited, watching how Lucien’s thumb swept over the smiling woman sitting beside him.

“And that’s Jes.”

“Your wife?” Elain asked, though she knew. “She’s beautiful.”

He nodded. “Yeah. She was…I met her when I was a fucking loser in high school. She was…” he trailed off, lost in memory. “She could have done better. Sometimes I wish she had.”

“Lucien,” Elain whispered, taking the picture from him when it looked like he might throw it against the wall.

“It was our first big solo tour. All our shows were sold out, we had a huge following and for the first time everything was going right. And I could have brought her with me but…”

Elain waited as Lucien drew a breath.

“I didn’t want her there. I wanted it for myself and I knew if she came she’d hate it. She didn’t like the crowds, all the girls…”

“Lucien,” Elain said patiently, looking up at the tortured man in front of her. “There was no way you could have known.”

“I was in Atlanta when they shut down the airports. If she’d been with me—”

“She still could have been infected,” Elain reminded him gently. “We didn’t know how it spread back then, or how fast newly infected people were.”

Lucien was staring at his hands, his eyes wide with horror. Elain could piece it all together. His wife had probably gone out in the early days and been attacked. And Elain could imagine she’d taken herself home to clean up the wound while trying to decide if it was worth going to the emergency room or not. Unaware she only had an hour—and that no matter where she went, she was already doomed.

And Lucien, who’d returned after days of trying to get home, to find her gone, but still alive. Elain swallowed.

“Did you—”

“Yes,” he whispered, still looking at his callused hands. Elain took them in her own.

“She was already gone by the time you got home. You didn’t…you didn’t hurt her. She couldn’t feel it. And she didn’t know it was you.”

His eyes found hers, wide and glassy with unshed tears. “How do you know?” he asked.

She didn’t want to relive it. Elain had spent months trying to forget George and the tunnel and everything that happened in the aftermath.

“I was in the Chesapeake tunnel when…” Lucien’s eyes widened. “The man in front of me was attacked. We thought it was drugs. Just someone on a bad trip who’d decided to walk through oncoming traffic. His name was George.”

Lucien didn’t take his eyes off her face.

“It’s a long walk back to the beginning,” she whispered, half lost in the glowing orange. “And with every step, he was getting sicker. I think he must have realized at some point. I think he knew what was coming, could feel himself slipping. He gave me his gun before he attacked me, and when he…when…he begged me to kill him.”

Lucien’s skin had grown pale, eyes practically bulging.

“It was like that the second time, too,” Elain told him, closing her eyes. “Once you're infected, you have an hour or less before you’re gone and the virus takes over. You saw this morning. Our bodies are dead, we’re gone, but our brain is still alive. You didn’t hurt her, Lucien. If anything, you gave her a merciful death. Don’t you think she’d forgive you, though? If she knew what you were doing, don’t you think she’d have wanted you to end it before she hurt you?”

A tear slid down his cheek. “If we’d been together—”

“You didn’t know,” Elain said firmly. “None of us did. And I know this probably doesn’t make you feel better, but I’m glad you survived. And somewhere, I think so is Jes.”

He blinked, losing another tear despite how tight he clenched his jaw. “The time we had…sometimes I think it was enough. At least…at least we had it. It keeps me going, thinking about her, about before. And when you said…”

He drew a shuddering breath.

“Maybe you’re right. And maybe the word doesn’t have to be so ugly all the time. I think…when you said humanity isn’t a virus, that she wasn’t. And the love we had wasn’t, either. It was enough.”

Elain turned the picture over in her hands, popped off the little cardboard backing, and slipped it from the frame.

“All we can do is go forward,” she said, offering him the photos. Lucien took them, his eyes locked on her face. “That doesn’t mean we have to forget. And that doesn’t mean the love we felt meant any less.”

Swallowing hard, Lucien nodded his head. “Was there…did you—”

Elain’s laugh was more scoff than anything. “I was engaged. I wish I could say he mourned me like this, but I don’t think he spent even a minute wondering about me.”

“His loss, then,” Lucien replied flippantly, tucking the photos in his back pocket. “I’d miss you, if you left.”

Elain didn’t want him to know how much that meant to her. Truthfully, she didn’t think anyone had missed her. In the scrambling aftermath, Elain was certain she’d never been anything but an afterthought. A last minute, “Oh and Elain, what happened to her—”

And that stung. Knowing everyone who had ever loved her likely had written her off as the first to die and likely hadn’t displayed even a fraction of the remorse that Lucien was still grappling with.

“Good,” she said, forcing herself to remain light. She tried to dart away, but Lucien’s hand shot out, catching her elbow in warm fingers.

“I mean it. I…” He swallowed again. “Thank you. For coming with me.”

“It was self-serving—”

“Take the compliment, Elain.”

“Promise me you won’t abandon me if we find your brother.”

Lucien’s smile made her heart thud with hope. “What happened to competing cults?”

“Exactly,” she reminded him. “I’d let you be my equal but your brother would make you subservient.”

Lucien chuckled. “Come on, Elain. Let's see if the water still works.”

And for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime, Elain felt as if she could breathe again.

LUCIEN:

The water did work, and once they let it run, it was mostly clear. Cold, though neither of them had expected it to be hot. He let Elain bathe first, listening to her shriek beneath the frigid temperature in Tamlin’s once glorious shower. There was soap, at least, which was more than he’d had in a long time. While Elain showered, Lucien went to the fridge. If there was one thing he could count on, it was alcohol.

Tamlin’s apartment was drowning in it. Bottles covered in dust were half filled with tequila and rum and though it was warm, there was a whole shelf of shitty beer sitting in a fridge that had contained nothing else. Tamlin had never been the vegetable type.

Warm beer was fine with Lucien. He popped the top off one and took a long drink like a starving man. Fuck, but a little alcohol might help dull some of the pain radiating in his chest. Seeing that picture of Jes had been a wrecking ball against his heart.

“Did Tamlin have a girlfriend?” Elain’s voice called from the hall, echoing in the silence. What he wouldn’t have given for just a little electricity. Some music, some television—a distraction from his constant thoughts.

“Probably,” Lucien called back. “He was certainly popular with them. Why? Did you find something?”

“Clothes!” she called back with a giddiness that made him smile. Lucien couldn’t believe someone had left this woman behind. No one was looking for her? That felt impossible. The only reasonable explanation was whoever it was that wanted to find her hadn’t been able to track her down after a desperate, frantic search. There was something special about Elain Archeron and the way she could see the ugliness of the world and find all the beautiful pieces anyway.

Elain sauntered out, combing through her thick, golden brown curls.

Lucien grinned at the sight of her. “No more St. Patricks Day clothes?”

No, Elain had found a black bodysuit that had likely been worn for bedroom purposes. It looked good on her, though. Tight against her lithe frame so it hugged right against her skin while the fabric pulled in places to give her a defined, almost hourglass sort of shape.

“Do I look like an action movie heroine?” she asked, pulling the strand of her wet hair into a long braid.

“Is that what you’re going for?” he asked. She did, he thought, minus all the gear those types seemed to wear. A sanitized, prettier version of an action heroine. No one would have believed a face like hers was capable of the sort of violence those movies demanded.

Elain wiggled her hips with a smile. “Yes. Maybe if I look terrifying, I’ll feel like it, too.”

Lucien merely shrugged. “A sunbeam masquerading as starlight?”

Elain’s lips parted, eyes wide while Lucien instantly regretted saying such a thing. What had possessed him? Unable and unwilling to take it back, Lucien stepped away so he could shower, too.

“Good luck with that,” he said, poking her in the ribs before vanishing down the hall. She didn’t call after him nor did she say he’d made her uncomfortable. Lucien reflected that he hadn’t been wrong, either. Elain exuded light. It was her great tragedy, in his opinion, to exist in a place that no longer valued that sort of softness. That had stolen it from her in order to ensure her survival.

Lucien took his time in the frigid water, careful to keep his mouth shut given the metallic tang that filled the glass space. Elain had been right—Tamlin had a lot of soap.

Deodorant, too. God, he’d forgotten how good it felt to slather it beneath his arms and not worry that he reeked to high heavens. Lucien intended to take it—and the spare he’d found in a closet—with him.

He assumed Tamlin wouldn’t care if he stole some of his clothes. Just as Elain had done, Lucien shrugged on a pair of tight black jeans and a matching t-shirt, short sleeved to show off his tattoos, which was a thing he still stupidly cared about. He ransacked Tamlin’s closet, taking everything that had been left behind.

It wasn’t like Tam was ever going to use it again.

Lucien returned, threading his own fingers through his hair to give himself a dutch braid that matched Elains. She’d dug out a lot of candles, from where, Lucien didn’t know. He followed the trail of them and the mingling scents into a room that made his throat tight.

“Look,” Elain said, holding a coconut jarred candle in her hands. Lucien was certainly looking—not at her, but at the room she’d found. Tamlin’s studio, once upon a time. All untouched, from the guitars on stands and the fiddles on the wall, to the box where he’d recorded vocals and the drum kit against a glass window.

“I found this,” Elain added, walking toward a tower of records. Pulling out a plastic case, Elain found a CD—The Exiles.

Lucien could have wept. “We can listen to it in the car!” she said brightly. “Also, your friend was a big fan of Taylor Swift, so if we get bored—”

“We won’t,” he breathed, taking the CD out of her hand. Of course Tamlin would have bought one in every form he could get his hands on. Lucien bet he had the record, and a digital copy, too.

“I found sticks,” Elain told him softly, nodding toward a cup on the windowsill. “If you wanted to play, I’d listen. I’ll even scream that I love you, if that helps.”

Lucien choked on his laughter. “Would you flash me, too?”

She rolled her eyes, still grinning. “I don’t believe that ever happened.”

“Oh, it did. Mostly to Vassa, but still.”

“Well, if Vassa were here I might reconsider,” she said, plopping in a leather chair. The mixing board was dead, a monument to the money Tamlin had once had and the dreams he’d so carefully cultivated. Lucien would have given anything to step into the recording box and hear his own voice—to manipulate the vocals, the sound of the drums, the guitar. Anything that might shake him from this nightmare.

Elain waited expectantly, hand outstretched. He handed her his record, thinking of the blood, sweat, and tears it had taken to make it in the first place.

“Play The Grey for me,” she said, looking at tracklist printed on the back. Lucien smiled.

“I wrote that, you know,” he said, reaching for the sticks. A thin layer of dust coated the kit, but for the most part, the set was in perfect, gorgeous condition.

“Of course. I’m actually a secret Lucien Vanserra fan,” Elain told him. “I had a poster of you—”

“Shirtless, I hope,” he said with a relish, flipping his sticks between his fingers. He didn’t have to look to see her roll her eyes. Lucien could practically hear it. Still, it felt good to tease her a little.

In his head, he could see it all so clearly. That last show in Atlanta and the hum of the crowd. Vassa tuning her guitar just off stage while Lucien stretched out his muscles and Jurian gulped down water. They hadn’t known it would be their last show together, didn’t know they needed to savor it.

He hadn’t told either of them goodbye. He’d just left in his desperation to get back to Jes. He didn’t know what had happened to Vassa and Jurian, but he hoped they’d gotten the hell out. That they were somewhere safe, and they didn’t hate him too much.

Lucien looked up to find Elain watching, his record still held in her delicate hands. Hands that were just as blood stained as his own. She smiled that bright, sunny smile and Lucien thought if Elain could find joy in this terrible world, maybe he could, too. And maybe, despite everything, there was still a place for musicians and bakers.

Closing his eyes, Lucien counted in his head, just like he’d always done. Vassa started, and Jurian followed just behind, thrumming softly. Building into Lucien’s furious beat. Lucien had forgotten how it felt to lose himself this way. To give in to the ache in his arms, to lean into the pain because it felt good. Nothing in Lucien’s life had ever made him feel like playing music did. He still remembered when his mother had brought home that drum kit, desperate to find something that might focus her rowdy son. Lucien had taken to it like a fish to water and that it been the end of things. While his father groomed Eris to be a great politician, Lucien was left to run wild.

The music in his head ended, dragging him back into the candle lit darkness with Elain. She had her head propped on her hand, watching him with bright eyes. “Teach me,” she asked. Jes had said the same thing, once. Lucien had blown her off, unwilling to share. There would be time, besides. He’d always thought so.

“Come here,” he said instead, breathless and exhilarated. There was no such thing as time anymore. Every moment had to be selfishly seized lest they lose it forever. If Elain wanted him to show her how to play and he brushed her off, he’d never get another chance. Tomorrow they’d be back in the car, and though they’d have things to listen to, they wouldn’t have this.

Lucien yielded the stool to her, hovering just behind. She inclined her head to look up at him and for just a moment, Lucien was struck by how genuinely beautiful she was. He’d forgotten, having grown accustomed to her presence, her face, but just then, as he handed her his sticks, it was like he was seeing her for the very first time.

“Now what?” Elain asked, unaware of his thoughts. Lucien reached for her wrists.

“After me.”

#oops I forgot about this #elucien

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wavernot4love · 4 months ago

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hello it is time 4 yet another wavernot4love gig recap: clancy cleveland 9.28.24 edition (from the perspective of someone who went in nearly blind due to wanting 2 be surprised) ((i typed most of this after the show until three am last night before finally crashing so it may in fact be rather incoherent) (((note i have not had time 2 edit Anything so these pictures will be uhhh Not The Best)))

- best trees experience of my life. I WAS RIGHT BY THE CIRCLE BY TYLER????? AND THEN THEY BOTH UNEXPECTEDLY WALKED RIGHT BY ME (*right* by me,,,,, do see "bonus cursed images" section at the end of this post ,,,,) AFTER TREES ON THEIR WAY BACK 2 THE STAGE???? in true wavernot4love fashion after losing my marbles for a moment ..... i locked in and yelled "great show guys!" at them both

(continued after this lil thingy)

- i had so much fun running around back and forth between stages following the dudes around. for the main b stage segment i went right by tyler and it was so nice idk dawg (mulberry street was easily my favorite bit, and will probably always be one of my favorites). i went by the little barricade thing by the path when they came back too

- oh how i love when tyler breaks character ,,,,,,, homie was talking about the michigan person in canada the other day from that video and being salty over it and introduces the story by saying something like "during routines in the night, when i'm like being all cool in the camera like [gremlin noises]"

- JOSH SINGING?????? i kid you not i've loved that bit of paladin but did not actually know that was him/that was the tidbit tyler was hinting at way back, so this served as a.... Revelation for wavernot4love. anyways i LOVED both his segments in paladin & stressed out/the tyler/josh dynamic onstage there

- i somehow wound up on the screen during the judge despite being 15ish rows back (in a crowd shot, i mean)?????

- awesome production this tour dude. so big and truly immersive - even moreso made you feel like you were living all the songs.

- early on i was a bit worried for tyler that he was maybe straining/losing his voice? not sure, might've been nothing really, but either way, he really pulled through and did great.

- there was a little sports Bit of tyler asking people for the cleveland score in a currently ongoing game which was quite silly (also lots of ohio talk naturally, as there should be, see: "finally! i'm with all my people!" proclamation)

- the part of backslide live where every last person in the room has their hands in the air..... oh yes

- fake you out into guns for hands..... oh yes 2.0 (vessel edition)

- tyler just clowning on everyone a good bit by going "did we do alright? do you smell good?" [crowd, making thumbs down motions: "NO!"], making fun of our not clearing out the red circle right.... you know, understandable

- bracelets! a sticker! confetti! oh my!!!! (bad quality pic, as ya know, i did not currently have natural lighting but U get the idea)

- lavish live. oh my. the shades. the dosey doeing little move the two of them had going. all of it!!! once again i love that i had next 2 no spoilers about the antics this tour it was so fun just. seein everything for the first time as it happened

- speaking of..... spotted lavash cafe merch in the crowd. also love that they're playing into the bit still by showing the cafe's name on the screens during lavish

- brought my film point and shoot and snapped a decent amount, stoked 2 get those developed

- sure enough, end of paladin came as as much of a jumpscare as i imagined live

- also the crowd around me was really solid for the most part honestly, and seemed 2 vibe with everything, be into the lore etc

- overall my favorite songs live 2nite were trees, oldies station, paladin, mulberry street, gfh, next semester, my blood, lavish, stressed out, and natn

- i also overall became a much bigger fan of paladin after 2nite

- only song i was totally surprised wasn't there this time was lane boy! guess she had to take a bit of a break which i understand

annnnd finally..... bonus cursed Images of

1. a tale in two video stills of my cousin's of wavernot4love in the flesh (second pic) looking a combination of shocked/Afraid/ecstatic (i cannot explain this absolutely goofy expression on my face any way else, it's worse yet in the unedited pic where i don't have part of my face scribbled out fhfhhf) when tyler & josh randomly Appeared and took that route back after trees i was talking about at the beginning of this post

(the figure closest to the camera sure is tyler, in the second pic as well, as, ya know, you probably figured, considering the black neck/white shirt thing. absolutely cursed reaction indeed and i am so glad it was caught on camera by my cousin)

2. self explanatory as to why i just got a chuckle out of this after scrolling across it in my photos

3. this picture of josh pre backflip that's asking for a toilet to be edited into it or something of the sort ,,,, i do not know it gave me another chuckle at three am last night going through my stuff

yippee!!! overall i am honestly so glad i avoided much content about tour for a change, made for a neat experience. fantastic fantastic show from the pilots, possibly my favorite from them (though every show is so special) and easily one of my favorite shows in general i've been to

#wavernot4love gets 2 the gig #twenty one pilots #clancy tour #clancy cleveland #pilotsposting #tyler joseph #josh dun

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justbusterkeaton · 2 years ago

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Buster as Little Lord Fauntleroy in 1906

“In Cleveland, Buster gave an interview to the Plain Dealer denying he ever got hurt onstage and claiming he endured more pain in a Philadelphia barbershop than he ever felt at the hands of his old man. “The barber put the snippers, or whatever you call ’em, on the back of my neck an’ gee! they pulled. I yelled as loud as I could, an’ that’s pretty loud.” The article, headlined “BUSTER LAUGHS AT HIS BUMPS,” served as an announcement of sorts: “In a couple of weeks, Papa an’ me are goin’ to go out in a stock company for a short time. He thinks it would be good trainin’ for me. Mama says probably in some plays they’ll want to put curls on me an’ make me play little girl parts, but just let ’em try it! Not for Buster! Not for Buster!”

The real reason Joe Keaton sought the ease and security of a stock tour at a time when the family would normally be working the summer parks was that Myra was seven months pregnant with their third child. Before long, he was pressed into service for the first time as an actor, nearly fulfilling his mother’s prophecy of having to play “little girl parts.” The play was Little Lord Fauntleroy, and he did indeed portray the title character in shoulder-length curls, red velveteen, and lace. “My part alone was seventy-five solid typed pages,” he said. “In between, when I wasn’t Little Lord Fauntleroy, I was little Willie in East Lynne. East Lynne was four acts long, like most of the tear-jerkers in those days. Little Willie died in the third act. As the curtain went down, I’d rush backstage, slap on a Johnny Ray wig—that’s a bald-headed wig and some galways—and run back on stage again to do a rough and tumble with my father.” Despite the Herculean effort it took to learn his lines, Buster got bored with the role of Lord Fauntleroy and began injecting slapstick into what was otherwise a charming period drama, much to the fury of manager Fenberg”

Excerpt from Buster Keaton: A Filmmaker’s Life by James Curtis

#buster keaton #vaudeville #little lord fauntleroy #1990s #comedy #myra keaton #joe keaton #theatre #east lynne #james curtis #Buster Keaton: A Filmmaker’s Life

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blxckdragonfly · 2 years ago

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Like A Saviour (Darkness Finds You Universe #5- Part 2)

(Song: "Like A Saviour" by Ellie Goulding.

Pairing: Chris Motionless & Lycia Winters "Pronunciation-- Lai-shuh" (played by Ana De Armas), featuring Lyra Crowe Büdgen (Lilith Czar-- played by Mothica) & Malakai Black.

Warnings: Drama, Harassment via Social Media.

Synopsis: After their relationship has been leaked, Lycia and Chris's relationship has become stronger and they later realize they have been targeted by one Ronnie Radke. (aka we all fucking hate Ronnie Radke)

A/N: And we're back! Here's the concluding part to Finding You! This was a long one and we still have so much more to work on! We hope you enjoy it. x Tiger. Co-written with @blackrose-92)

Word Count: 5,155

Spotify Playlist:

(Lycia’s POV)

The following morning, I stir and I wake up in a warm and cozy hotel room bed. We had checked into a hotel after the show last night in Indiana to spend the night in before heading off to the next show on the Trinity of Terror Tour, which was in Cleveland, Ohio.

I hear the sound of voices as I shift to sit up and slightly pull the blankets which were over me off. I stretch and sit up to see Chris, who’s dressed in his comfortable clothes– black hoodie, black tee and his sweatpants, sitting at the table in our room and speaking over a zoom call, which I would assume would mean that he’s doing an interview of some kind. Then I remembered that he had that Rock Sound interview this morning about the new Motionless album.

So, tell us about this new flame of yours? I’ve seen photos surface from this past run on the Trinity of Terror tour of you with this mystery brunette girl.

I felt on edge for a moment, not sure how to react– even though I loved being known as the mystery girl that he had been seeing. Because we were so secretive about our relationship for the last year and a half.

“Well, obviously,” Chris says, keeping his voice to a low medium. “I didn’t want this whole thing to happen when these photos suddenly came rising to the surface but what can you do? Her name is Lycia, which means “wolf” in Greek– which is kind of fitting that I’d find myself dating a woman with that kind of name after releasing this album, right?”

I hear the laughter between the two and it makes me relax as I listen, resting my chin in my hand.

“I had met her back in 2021,” Chris continues. “We had done a shoot with Jeremy Saffer, I remember watching her set up the lights for the shoot, I had noticed that she had this beautiful red ink snake tattoo on the outside of her forearm, and it drew me in. But I didn’t know what to say to her, exactly.

It wasn’t until I was invited to my first AEW show, which was Double or Nothing, by my friend Lyra or as you know her, Lilith Czar and her husband, Malakai Black. I saw her backstage taking photos of House of Black for AEW and I just knew that I had to get my shit together and talk to her. But again, I didn’t know how. Until I met Dr. Britt Baker, DMD, who I’m still good friends with to this day, suggested that I should write a note to her and tell her how I feel about her– that I want to see her and go out with her. She left the note that I’d written in her camera case and the rest is history as they say. I’ve been seeing her for the good part of a year now.”

And how is Lycia handling all of this? Your relationship being so suddenly aired out to the public like that?

Sleep with my shadow

Tryna find my faith in tomorrow

Tired of holdin' onto the memories

How I used to bleed for love (For love)

Got sick of the battle

Gave myself a heart made of metal

Calling out for someone to rescue me

Then you danced into my life (Oh)

“She was a bit frustrated with how the photos had been leaked, as was I when I found out about the article,” Chris shrugs. “But since she’s a photographer herself and is familiar with that area, she’s also taking it in stride. She knew that this was coming. She’s embraced it. I’m proud of her for doing so. I’m happy to be her boyfriend and her partner. She’s really special to me and I love her so much, words are failing me as to how happy I am that she’s in my life.”

Tears fill my eyes and fall down my cheeks as I listen. I’ve never heard such wonderful words being spoken about me before and it means so much to me that Chris loves me that much to share that with the world. I continue to listen until the interview wraps up, I watch as he puts away his laptop and zips it up in its case as I get out of bed. I quietly walk up to him and I wrap my arms around him, taking him by surprise as I rest my face against his back.

I hear a soft chuckle from him. “Well, good morning to you too, honey.” He turns around to face me and he notices that I’ve shed a few tears. His warm chocolate brown eyes soften and he lifts my chin up so our eyes meet. “Are you crying? What’s wrong?”

“I’m crying because that was really sweet of you,” I say as I sniff softly and he raises a brow at me, making me giggle. “The interview, silly. I heard everything that you said about me. You’re just as special to me too, baby. I love you too.”

He leans in and kisses me sweetly, this kiss being so sweet that it felt like sugar on my lips and I craved more. I wrap my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his blonde hair– deepening our kiss. Our kiss breaks away after a few minutes.

“Good. Because you mean the world to me, Lycia.” Chris murmurs, resting his forehead against mine and stroking my caramel brown hair. “I can’t even describe how you make me feel. I’ve never felt this kind of euphoria before in my life, it’s a whole new experience for me.”

A smile crosses my own lips. “I could say the same about you too. I feel like I’ve found my soulmate.” I whisper as I see a grin cross his face. He places a tender kiss onto my forehead and he holds me in his arms, hugging me to him. His hand caresses my back softly.

He suddenly pulls away from the hug and he reaches into the pocket of his leather jacket, he holds out a beautiful gold coffin ring with a rose carved in the center of his palm.

I let out a soft gasp. “Chris…” I say as I hear him chuckle as I look into his eyes again.

“I’m really happy to hear that I’m your soulmate, Lycia. Because I know you’re mine too.” He takes my face in his hands gently. “I want to give this to you to show you that someday, I will want to marry you.”

Tears fill my eyes. “Babe, nothing would mean more to me than being yours. I promise. I love you.”

He leans in and meets my lips in a deep and loving kiss, fingers lifting my chin up while tears of happiness fall down my cheeks as we pull away for breath’s sake.

Beautiful visions come to me

And they stay forever and ever

Electric feelings keep me dreamin'

I won't let go, oh-woah, oh-woah

Spinnin' in your starlight

You got the power to ease my mind

You're leadin' me out of the dark

Like a saviour

Shinin' in my soul, oh-woah, oh-woah

“I love you too, Lycia. I love you so much.” Chris smiles as I take the ring from his hand and I slip it onto my own left ring finger, the gold of the ring shining in the light of the room. I intertwine my fingers with his and I see that my ring looks similar to the one he always wears. I start giggling at him.

“What?”

“We both have coffin rings,” I say and I watch as he glances down at our hands, catching on to my laughter and he starts laughing at himself.

“Yeah, I didn’t think that one through,” Chris says with a laugh and I shove him playfully. “Well. I made us into a high school couple.”

“Oh, Lyra’ll love that.” I tease and I hear him grunt in annoyance, making me laugh as I place a soft kiss onto his cheek.

Like a saviour

Out of the dark

Like a saviour

Out of the dark

We got ready to head to the next venue together which was Jacobs Pavilion at Nautica and I changed out of my black tee and black satin shorts that I’ve worn to sleep every night into a white corset that I’ve bought from Fashion Nova, a pair of black ripped skinny jeans from Pretty Little Thing and my boots from Lamoda. Gold hoop earrings in my ears and my hair in a bun with simple makeup. When we arrived at the venue, the first person we saw was Lyra– who had caught on to us and our coffin rings when we held hands while walking.

“Aw, you both have coffin rings! That’s adorable!” Lyra squeals and I hear a groan from Chris.

“Here we go,” Chris mutters.

“I have to tell Malakai about this!” Chris rolls his eyes as I snicker in amusement and she unlocked her phone to call Malakai. “Babe! Chris gave Lycia a coffin ring!”

“Lyra, it’s not just a coffin ring I gave to Lycia. It’s a promise ring,” Chris says and she looks at us with a scoff.

“That seems kind of juvenile, dude.” Lyra says. “I mean, really.”

“That’s great, Chris! I did the same thing for Lyra before we got married,” Malakai says and Lyra’s jaw drops in shock, making Chris laugh. “Lyra. How could you forget that I gave you a promise ring?”

“Babe, I was more focused on my engagement ring and wedding ring..”

“Whoa!” Chris puts both of hands up in the air, letting go of mine. “I’m gonna stop you both right there. I’m not fucking ready for any of that right now. I’m happy with Lycia and that’s all that matters.”

My heart flutters as he turns his head at me and I place a gentle peck onto his lips, causing an ‘aww, you’re both so cute!” from Lyra which makes him shake his head.

“You’re the one talking about juvenile, babe,” Malakai says. “I’m surprised you didn’t tell Chris and Lycia to get a room.”

“Babe, I’ll get you for that one.” Lyra says and Chris chuckles as the phone call ends. I take a walk over to say hello to his bandmates, Justin, Ryan, Ricky and Vinny.

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(Lyra’s POV)

After I get off the phone with Malakai, I suddenly grab Chris by the wrist as he starts to walk away, making him pause and turn to me with a confused look. I pull him aside for a moment and I take a breath, now that the comedic moment is over.

“Chris,” I say. “I wanted to tell you this. I’m so happy that you have Lycia in your life. She’s brought out the best in you. You both look really good together.”

A bright grin comes across Chris’s face as he pulls me into an embrace. “Thank you for saying that, Lyra.” He says. “She’s really special to me.”

We both glance over at Lycia, who’s laughing and getting along with his bandmates. I pat Chris on the shoulder as I turn to walk off and I feel his hand on my shoulder. “Lyra, wait.”

I turn around and face him. I see that his eyes are bright and a smile crosses his face.

“I think I understand why Malakai means so much to you,” Chris crosses his arms and looks at me.

“Because you’re starting to see it with Lycia, aren’t you?” I ask and he nods. “Aw, that’s so sweet. Sounds like you both are meant to be, trust me. I’ve seen it in the way you both move– she moves and you move, you’re both like magnets.”

I see his eyes take on a look of hesitation and a bit of fear, because of his past relationships that have failed– mainly the one he had with Gaia that hurt him the most. “That’s not a bad thing, right?”

I let out a soft laugh. “No, that shows how much you love her. You can’t be away from her for too long, you start to physically ache when you’re not near her because you miss being close to her. Malakai and I do the same thing. She’s your other half. Your soulmate. I saw the way you look at her, Chris. You look at her like she’s the only important person in the room that matters to you. Malakai looks at me the same way. It’s a special feeling of admiration that you have in each other.”

I hear him take a deep breath as he looks at me. “You said the same thing about Gaia all those years ago and look what happened.” I see him shrug his shoulders at me.

“No, you’re right,” I told him. “But here’s the thing. Lycia isn’t Gaia. She’s not. She’s not Gaia because Gaia didn’t have the guts to stand up for herself and your relationship. Lycia’s not going to leave you on rock bottom like Gaia did when she left. Because I know in my heart that Lycia’s the one for you. Hell, I know it terrifies the fuck out of you but when you’re ready, I can see you being married to Lycia. You both have a family together someday.

How could I be so certain, you may ask? Because I’m there with Malakai. Malakai gave me a married life, a family life, a home. I didn’t want one for the longest time and neither did he. You remember Devon? You know what he did to me.” Chris nods as I mention my once abusive ex who tried to ruin mine and Malakai’s life together. “But even then, even when I thought I would never ever see Malakai again in my life, we found our way back to each other. We’re the happiest we’ve ever been.”

“Yeah, you and your family of seven fucking cats,” Chris chuckles as I roll my eyes at him and shove him playfully.

“Hey, they’re still our children, you know.” Chris laughs and I start to chuckle. I pause after a few minutes and take a breath. “I want you to listen to me when I say this, Chris Cerulli. You have nothing to worry about. Lycia loves you with every fiber of her being. Even if a married life or a family life isn’t in the cards for you, Lycia’s happy being your partner, regardless. Don’t you ever fucking give up on her. You mean the world to her.”

I walk closer and I hug him, feeling him hug me back– I’m sure he’s grateful for our friendship.

“Thank you for kicking me in the ass again, Lyra Büdgen,” Chris murmurs as a smile crosses my lips. “You’re one of the most dearest friends I could ever ask for.”

I pulled back from the hug before I walked behind him, wrapping my hands around his shoulders– pushing him forward to where Lycia stood, her eyes locked with Chris, offering her hand out to him with a soft smile. He smiles back at her and takes her hand, placing a kiss onto her cheek.

They’re so sweet together. I know he’s found the one. I’m happy to see that he’s starting to see it too. I thought.

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(Lycia’s POV)

Shot with your arrow

Suddenly, I feel I can let go

Of all the insecurities weighin' me down

Now I'm ready to drown in you, you

Chris and I have been enjoying our day off back home in Scranton, we got to see our pugs, Fang and Luna, who have been staying with Angelo, Chris’s friend and former drummer of Motionless In White while we’ve been on tour, who will be attending the upcoming show in Scranton, which is Chris’s hometown at The Pavilion at Montage Mountain.

It’s nice to be able to just relax and be close to each other– we’ve missed that a lot since we’d been gone. We’d spent the majority of the day just watching horror movies and Dexter and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

The day of the show, Chris drove us up to the venue, which was this massive structure with rows and rows of seats. It looked insane and I could see just how happy he was to be able to play this venue. He told me when we’d first started seeing each other that he went to this exact place to see No Doubt as a kid, which warmed my heart. As he parked the car outside, I could see him having to pause and take a moment as he stood beside me, looking around.

“Babe?” I say as I reach for his hand, which his fingers intertwined with mine. I can see that he looks like he wants to cry. “Are you okay?”

“I-I cannot believe that I get to play this place tonight with my band,” Chris says as he blinks away the tears that threaten to fall. “I’m just so happy and so overjoyed.”

Beautiful visions come to me

And they stay forever and ever

Electric feelings keep me dreamin'

I won't let go, oh-woah, oh-woah

My heart melts and I take that moment to hug him, running the fingers of my free hand through his blonde hair. “I’m so proud of you. This show is going to be amazing. I can already tell.”

He smiles softly and places a loving kiss on my lips as we head in together, hand in hand. As we were walking together backstage, I felt my phone vibrate over and over again in the back pocket of my vinyl jeans. I raise a brow and I pull it out, wondering why I kept getting all of these notifications.

I unlock my phone and I see that there are tweets being tagged at my Twitter and I open it up to two tweets from Ronnie Radke. I had no idea who he was, but what he said made me panic.

RonnieRadke: So Chris goes from dating someone like Gaia to this… Amateur druggie photographer? I’m fucking dying.

RonnieRadke: Yeah, she looks like she shoots more heroin than she does shooting photos.

My heart starts beating fast and all I can do is slide against the wall, tears falling down my cheeks. How did he know about my past with heroin? I thought, burying my face into my knees.

“Lycia?” I hear Chris’s voice as he walks over to me and he kneels down in front of me, lifting my chin up so our eyes meet. “Lycia, baby. Hey. What’s the matter? What’s got you so upset like this?”

I stay silent as I give Chris my phone so he can see the tweets that Ronnie said about me. When he does, he’s livid. He sets my phone down and I see him pace back and forth in anger. Lyra walks by at that moment and she notices right away.

“Hey. What’s going on, you two?” Lyra asks as Chris shows her the tweets that Ronnie said about me on my phone to her. Lyra grits her teeth in anger. “Fuck. I’ll be right back. Chris, look after Lycia.”

“What? What are you doing, Lyra?” Chris asks as she unlocks her phone and walks off a few feet from us.

“I may not be able to speak to this stupid son of a bitch, but I know someone who might.” Lyra says as she scrolls through her contacts and dials a number on her phone as she walks off. She puts it on speaker. “Saraya! Are you fucking kidding me?!”

I hear another British accent that sounds familiar to Lyra’s on the other line as Chris moves to hold me in his arms. “Lyra? What’s going on?”

“What do you mean, what’s going on? Have you not seen what your boyfriend has done?!” Lyra demands.

“Uhhh, not really, no.” Lyra starts sending Saraya the tweets that Ronnie has said about me as evidence and proof of what he’s done.

“Here’s the deal,” Chris and I look up as we hear Lyra slip into House of Black mode, I feel him smirk as he rests his chin on my head. “Tell your boyfriend to take those tweets down or Malakai and I will kick his head completely off his shoulders, not only will we do that but we’ll give his bones to Chris and whatever remains of him left will be given to House of Black. You will be forced to watch it happen. Don’t try me because you know The House Always Wins and you don’t want to see your precious little boyfriend get torn to shreds by us, do you? Are we clear?”

Lyra hears a small gulp on the other end of the line from Saraya. “Crystal.”

“Good. Now go fucking talk to him.” Lyra hangs up the phone and pulls up Ronnie’s page on Twitter to see that the tweets that he had once posted are now gone.

She walks back in with us as Chris is placing a soft kiss on my head, trying to comfort my anxiety because I’m shaking in his arms. “He took down the tweets about Lycia.”

Chris looks up at Lyra while his arms are holding me close to his chest, I close my eyes against him, his scent comforting me.

“How-How’d you get him to stop?” Chris asks as Lyra shakes her head in amusement.

“Chris, you should know this by now.” Lyra tells him. “The House will always look after our own and protect them. Nobody comes for the friends of The House. They’re asking for their worst nightmare if they do.” She sighs. “But the tweets about you and Motionless are still up.”

“I don’t care about that. I couldn’t give a single fuck if he bashes me or my band,” Chris murmurs as he glances down at me, I tremble in his arms. “As long as he keeps the love of my life out of it. She didn’t deserve her past to be aired like that.”

“I know,” I hear compassion in Lyra’s voice as she kneels down in front of us. “That wasn’t okay and it was absolutely horrible of Ronnie to do that to try and get your attention.”

I start to sob into Chris’s chest softly, tears dripping onto his Cyberhex jacket and he looks down at me.

“My career is over,” I sob. “No one will want to work with me now that my past is out in the world.”

Chris’s eyes soften, I feel him take my face in both of his hands and I glance into the calm of his brown eyes. “Lycia. Hey. No, it’s not.” I avoid his eyes and look past him, staring at the rows of chairs which will soon be filled with thousands of screaming fans later on tonight. “Baby. Look at me.”

I huffed softly and I looked back at him, meeting his eyes once more. “Lyra was able to make him stop. He’s not going to talk about your past as long as she and House of Black are here. It’s going to be alright.”

I sniff. “I was okay with our relationship being leaked because of being a photographer myself, but I wasn’t okay with my past being leaked. They’re going to hate me. I can feel it coming.”

“Honey,” Chris murmurs as he rests his forehead against mine. “No one’s going to hate you for this. If they do, they’re going to have to take it up with me because I won’t fucking tolerate it.”

That’s when it hit me that Chris is willing to protect me as much as I had when I stepped up to protect him from Ash when she tried to break us up last year at Furnace Festival. My heart started racing as I stared at the man of my dreams. I hear his voice become honeyed. “You’re the love of my life, Lycia Rose. I will never, ever let anyone hurt you like you were in the past. Ever.”

Spinnin' in your starlight

You got the power to ease my mind

You're leadin' me out of the dark

Like a saviour

Shinin' in my soul, oh-woah, oh-woah

Spinnin' in your starlight

You got the power to change my life

You're leadin' me out of the dark

Like a saviour (Like a saviour)

Shinin' in my soul, oh-woah, oh-woah

My heart skips a beat as he leans in, meeting my lips in a soft kiss. The kiss immediately calms me down, I relax in his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss.

I let my dark red nailed fingers run through his blonde hair with the slightest touch, my nails scratching the back of his neck, making him shiver– which I started to smile in the kiss. I break away from the kiss as Chris kisses both of my cheeks gently and my neck, making me giggle as I glance over at Lyra.

“Was all of that true?” I ask. “What you said about kicking his head in? Are you being serious?”

“Lycia, Malakai and I are trained in Muay Thai and Kickboxing,” Lyra explains. “Even more so than most have seen on screen on AEW. So yes, we can kick Ronnie’s head off his shoulders if we really wanted to. The thought has crossed my mind a few times but I’m not stupid enough to end up in jail.”

I hear Chris snicker next to me, probably because he’s thinking of both of them kicking Ronnie’s head off his shoulders. “Hey, as long as I get my pound of flesh, I’ll take it.”

I started to laugh because he accidentally quoted Slaughterhouse and doesn’t even know it. He raised both of his eyebrows at me.

“What, honey?” He asks as I try to get the air back into my lungs from laughing so hard.

“You just quoted your own lyrics, babe,” I say in between giggles.

I watch as he gets it a second later and he laughs. “Oh, goddammit. I completely walked into that one, didn’t I?” Lyra and I both laugh at him. “But listen, Lycia, if anything does happen to your career— I’ll make you our own personal photographer for Motionless and Lyra can too. We’ll pay you in full.”

“Yeah, you can take photos for House of Black and BlxckMass,” Lyra says. “Malakai and I will take care of it if it gets to that point.”

A touched look crosses my face as I feel so grateful to have such a wonderful boyfriend and he has such a great friend in Lyra. Tears of happiness fell down my face.

“I love you, babe,” I murmured as I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him. “You’re the best. Thank you, Lyra.”

“I love you too, Lycia,” Chris whispers as he gently kisses my lips. “Now, come on. We’re about to play for the first time here and nothing would make me happier than to have you help me with my makeup for tonight."

I smile softly as I take his hand and we head off, for an incredible night in Scranton for Lyra, Motionless, Black Veil Brides and Ice Nine Kills. Backstage, Chris wanted me to do a Terminator inspired look for him tonight, which was going to be tricky but I was up for the challenge. As I was working on his look, he tried to make me laugh by not staying still and making dorky faces. I rolled my eyes.

"Babe," I say as I put down the brush with the silver eyeshadow down. "Stop it. I'm trying to concentrate. Now stay still."

He sighs and nods. I continue my work until he starts up again and I roll my eyes.

"Chris, I swear..." I mutter and I hear his laughter until he sees the seriousness in my eyes. I take a breath and shake my head in amusement. I know he was trying to make me forget about what Ronnie had said, which was sweet of him but I wanted this look to be perfect for his show tonight.

"Alright, I'll stop," Chris says. "On one condition."

"What might that be?" I say with an eyebrow raised.

"I'll stop... If you give me a kiss," He murmurs and I hear that warmth in his voice, it's the small hint before it turns seductive. Fuck.

"Mm. If that's all you wanted, why didn't you just ask?" I asked as I leaned against the counter next to the chair he sat in.

"Because," He reaches for my hand to bring me closer. "I wanted to take your mind off this. I can still see that what Ronnie said is getting to you. Don't let it. I doubt that what he said will affect your career. Even then, anyone is lucky to have you-- whether it's us, Lyra and Malakai, it doesn't matter. You're a fucking incredible photographer, honey."

I smile at his kind words, I intertwine my own fingers in his, feeling his fingers tracing the back of mine.

"You always know how to make me feel better, don't you?" I murmur as I wrap my arms around his neck. A soft smile crosses his face and he nods.

Luckily I hadn't started working on his lips yet for his Terminator look so that was enough for me to lean in and kiss him, like he wanted. His hands move toward my face, the kiss warm and loving-- making my heart flutter in my chest. We break apart, my eyes meeting his brown ones.

"Promise to be good?" I whisper and I hear him chuckle, placing a kiss onto my forehead softly.

"Baby, I'm always good." He says and I let out a giggle of my own and he did as told, staying completely still as I finished his makeup for tonight.

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lycia.rosee: Turned my wonderful man into a T-800 for his homecoming show in Scranton tonight! Here's a photo from a fun little shoot we did before the show! I'm such a proud girlfriend. I love you, chrismotionless. 🖤

jensenackles: Badass work, Lycia! He looks great! 🔥

jaredpadalecki: He really looks like a T-800. I wouldn't fight him. 🤣

chrismotionless: My woman killing it with the makeup! I love you too, honey. 🖤

Spinnin' in your starlight

You got the power to change my life

You're leadin' me out of the dark (You're leadin' me out of the dark)

Like a saviour (Like a saviour)

Shinin' in my soul, oh-woah, oh-woah

Like a saviour (Like a saviour)

Out of the dark (Out of the dark)

Like a saviour (Like a saviour)

Out of the dark (Oh, out of the dark)....

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