#tori glam!

[toriglam]

Nokia 2006 x Tori Glam!

So excited, buy my new song "Witch Haunts" is available now and everywhere!, Let's spell together @nokia

[the-rainbow-suit-dude]

Bitches be like “I read this for the plot” but the plot is that one characters complex psychology and/or trauma.

It’s me. I’m bitches.

[fancyschmancyopinions]

MAREN MORRIS at the 2024 Billboard Women in Music Awards on March 6th 2024 wearing TORY BURCH

[sadowife]

✚ Gyaru Names …

Kaecha，Kara，Harutamu ／ Haru，Doll ／Dolly ／ Dollie，Glam ／ Glamour，Gyal，Tokki，Kogal，Poyo，Kioko，Hana，Yuzu，Star ／ Starry ／ Stargal，Fashionista，Iconique，Accessorie，Marin ／ Mari，Kyun，Heart，Teri，Rabupoyo，ChaCha，Nao，Chicita，Frisk ／ Frisky ／ Friskie，Partea，Tori，Sparkle，Blondy ／ Blondie，Charm ／ Charmy ／ Charmie．

✚ Gyaru Pronouns …

Gal Gals，Gya Gyaru，Fashion Fashions，Den Denim，Spark Sparkle，Cue Cute，Host Hostess，Pri Princess，Charm Charms，Party Partys，Excite Excitement，Girl Girly，Fli Flirt，Style Stylish，Bri Bright，Deco Decor，Date Dates，Chi Chic，Trend Trends Trendsetter，Pop Popular，Fad Fads，Star Stars，Doll Dolls，Bea Beach，☆ ☆s，🛍 🛍s，💅 💅s，🩷 🩷s，🐆 🐆s，🎀 🎀s，👡 👡s，✨️ ✨️s，🌺 🌺s，🌴 🌴s，🐬 🐬s，🏝 🏝s，🏖 🏖s，🍹 🍹s．

✚ Gyaru Titles …

The Gal ( ☆ )，The Gyaru ( ☆ )，Prn Who Is Super Energetic，The Super Duper Cute Gal ( ☆ )，The Heart-Throb，The Fashionista，The Popular Gal，Prn Who Partys，The Trendsetter，Prn Who Is Popular，The Excited Gal，Prn With Big Lashes，The Over - Accssessorized，Prn With Bold Makeup，The Confident Gal，The Life of the Party，The Genki Girl．

✚ Gyaru Usernames …

gyarupoyo，genkish，galwife，gyaruwife，kyun-desu，galteri，gyaruteri，gyaruri，galnida，gyarunida，h-nya，tr-nd，populargf，sankuyna，erogal，gyarugos，agepoyo，rabupoyos，himapoyos，ic-n，ic-nic，cutesygal，gyaus，galpien，gyankawas，kanpaigal，galish，dekishi-gal，nyatsuku，hoshigal．

[loveforcarmen]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 - CH. 7

- carmen berzatto x fem!oc coworker | - slowburn

NOTE: warning, this chapter contains out of character carmen 🤗

AN: hello, apologies for not updating for like 2 weeks?? anyways, enjoy this filler chapter and i apologize in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes!!

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single - the neighbourhood

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As Margaret got ready, her stomach was filled with anxiety. She huffed, digging into her dusty blue makeup bag, pulling out a neutral eyeshadow pallet.

She blended a warm tone of eyeshadow over her eyelids, sitting propped on her bathroom counter, feet in the sink. After drawing a clean-cut black wing of eyeliner over it, she glued on some fake lashes. Just enough to enhance her eyes, not to overpower them.

She had never been one to wear much makeup, mostly due to the fact she worked in the back of the kitchen, not the front. It came as a surprise to see her glammed up like this ; she looked like a doll.

After scrunching some of her curl-defining mousse in her hair, she headed to her bedroom, preparing to tackle her closet to find the right outfit for dinner. She rotated through a variety of styles: a pantsuit, a two piece outfit, a SKIMS dress, etc.

She finally settled on a low cut, shimmery light gold dress that hugged around her waist perfectly. Pairing it with a pair of 1 inch clear platform heels, she added a gold heart necklace to complete the look.

As she paced back and forth in her kitchen, waiting for Carmen to knock, she nervously chewed on her lip. She would surely chew through the damn thing by the end of the night.

Knock. Knock.

Margaret perked her head up at the knocks, the hard wooden, hard wooden door reverberating within the door frame. She drew in a breath, composing herself before opening the door, "Hi." she greeted him with a warm smile, subconsciously crossing one leg in front of the other.

He wore an all black Hockerty suit, paired with a sleek pair of Florsheim leather brown shoes. His hair was worn in its usual style, a jumble of mess of curls on his head.

"This isn't a date. It's an apology dinner." he reminded himself. His eyes glided down Margaret, taking in her entire being. As much as he didn't want to admit, she looked fucking good.

"How do I look?" she gave him a playful spin, being careful not to trip over her heels. Her Tory Burch Reva leather clutch swung around with her body, hitting the doorframe with a thud.

He shook his head, "Let's go." he laughed, still in the doorway. His hand rested on each side, practically leaning into her apartment.

"You're no fun." she spat, grabbing her long, black coat off the hook by the door. Although it was spring, the nights still remained cold enough to require another layer.

As they walked through Chicago, the night sky was clear of clouds. Though it was impossible to see the stars due to the city lights, Margaret still craned her neck up at the sky. Her hand reached over, grabbing Carmen's forearm lightly as she walked.

Carmen looked down at her hand, taken aback by the sudden contact. "What's your thing with stars? I've noticed that you've had this infatuation for them since you started." he asked as they walked.

"Well," she looked back down, rubbing the back of her neck, "There was this saying my mother always told me." They rounded the corner to the L, walking up the steps that led to the elevated platform.

When they reached the top, she continued, "She always said 'you can find me in the stars, even when I'm not with you'. The meaning obviously carries more weight now but..." she waved her hands in the air as she spoke, "It sounds like a cringey quote but it truly means a lot to me."

Carmen solemnly nodded, not wanting to continue to press on the subject. The train loudly pulled up to the platform, stopping with a sharp hiss of smoke. The doors opened, traffic immediately started to funnel in and out. Margaret luckily found a seat near the door, nestling herself down.

Carmen stood in front of her, hands loosely holding the pole. Whenever he took the train, he tried to come in contact with everything as little as possible. Margaret sat with her legs tightly crossed, arms folded, attempting to take up as little space as possible. She noticed and older woman limping through the crowded car out of the corner of her eye. Swiftly standing up, she offered her seat to the woman.

"Thank you dear." the woman said, sitting down slowly. She sat with her brittle arms crossed, arthritic hands on her lap.

Margaret nodded her head, standing next to Carmen. "Do you mind if I just hold onto your arm?" she asked quietly. The trained started back up, torque causing everyone who was standing to slightly sway.

Carmen turned to her, gaving her a puzzled look but obeyed her request. She hooked her arm under his, linking tightly around his bicep. "Why?" he asked, almost in a whisper.

"Look to your right, a few seats down." she whispered back. Carmen slowly turned his head to see a man, sitting in the middle of the car floor. He was clearly on some type of drug, bothering the young women who were alone for pictures of various body parts. Hands, feet, calves, etc.

Carmen turned away from him, staring straight ahead, keeping the man in the corner of his eye. Margaret felt his grip on her tighten, just slightly. As the train moved on, their bodies swayed in unison with the movements of which ever direction they were headed.

Getting off at their stop, they walked only just a short distance to the restaurant. The conversation between them was light, not dwelling on the same topic for too long.

They arrived to the restaurant, Margaret greeting the host warmly as Carmen checked them in. The host walked them to a booth that was cozily tucked in the corner.

The establishment was intimidatingly high end to say the least.

The dining room had booths lining the walls while circular wooden tables took up the space unused space in middle. Angular chandeliers hung down the center of the room in a warm lighting. Along the wide back wall sat a rich, mahogany bar. Illuminated shelves sat behind the counter, housing a variety of liquors to choose from

After seating them, the host handed them each a menu, the front cover reading the name "The Albert" in pristine gold lettering. "Your server will be here shortly." the host said kindly, walking back to the entrance of the restaurant.

As Carmen and Margaret flipped through the extravagant menu, each dish more impressive than the next, she chewed on her bottom lip. She nervously looked at the prices, the last thing she wanted to do was allow him to drop a shit-ton of money on a meal he could easily make.

The server approached them, smiling warmly, "What can I get started for you?" she asked. "We can start off with drinks and appetizers, or we can jump right into the menu." She clasp her blue notepad tightly in her hand, pen at the ready.

Carmen looked over at Margaret, allowing her to take the reins. "I think we're gonna need more time with the menu, but we can order drinks now. Can I please get an Old Fashioned?" she asked politely.

"Of course you may," the server said, moving onto to Carmen. "And for you?" she looked up from her notepad, eyeing Carmen down.

"Hennessy please." Carmen said, looking up at the waitress. His voice was sultry with his reply ; Margaret didn't think it was intentional but it still struck a nerve with her.

"Yes sir," she batted her lashes at Carmen, "We'll get that out shortly."

"Ok." he quietly, waiting for her to leave. The server turned on her heel, walking back into the kitchen with their order. Carmen turned back to Margaret, "You ever been here before?" He clasped his hands in front of them on the table, straightening his posture.

She shook her head quickly, "Are you kidding? Hell no." She looked around the establishment, absorbing its large gradniuer. "Look at this place."

The drinks were eventually brung out, the food following shortly behind. The porcelain dishes were placed on the dark wood table, the food plated so creatively it could be considered art. Margaret had order a duck honey glaze with a spring onion and an alpine radish to top it. It was sided with mustard seed dollop spread, the sweet taste was paired perfectly with the acidic nature of the spread.

She took a bite, her expression widening with each chew. "This is the best thing I've ever tasted." she took another small bite, "No offense." she added, smiling up at Carmen.

He laughed, wiping his mouth off with a napkin, "Absolutely none taken." he adjusted in his seat, "I actually created this dish for this place." he said causally, taking another bite his food.

Her jaw figuratively hung slack, "I mean," she regained herself, straighting her posture in her chair, "It's not surprising. The dish is alright I guess." she took another bite, fighting back a playful smile.

"Just alright?" he recited, cocking his head slightly to the side. He too fought back a smile that was starting to creep across his lips.

Her gaze flicked to her plate as she answered, "Yup." she looked back up, taking another bite.

There was beat between them until Carmen spoke, "You ever think about making a dish for a restaurant?" he took a long sip of his drink, setting it down gently on the table.

"Absolutely not." she shook her head, holding her hand in front of her mouth as she chewed, "I don't think I'm creative enough for that. I'm no Sydney or Marcus."

"Eh, you'll get there. I got a feeling." he replied, looking down at his plate as he continued to eat.

She felt something odd grow inside of her at the sudden praise from him. Unable to help the smile that bloomed, she looked down at her plate in a weak attempt to conceal her joy. "Thank you."

The two spent the rest of the evening talking about mostly food. Slowly becoming buzzed from the liquor, Margaret felt her confidence growing. They began to critic the dishes that were sent out and took notes on how the place was ran. Intently listening to how orders were called out in the kitchen, how the servers operated, everything. They were getting along, with no issues. A stark contrast to their (usual) rocky relationship.

"Woah, I think that's enough for you." Carmen grabbed Margaret's glass before she could take another sip. She had grown quite tipsy, which was unfortunate for her since they had walked to the restaurant.

"But-" she started before being cut off by the server presenting the bill.

"How is the bill being paid?" she asked softly, looking over at Carmen as he signaled to himself.

"Carmen," Margaret said as she dug into her bag, pulling out her wallet.

"Maggie, no." Carmen said, not looking up from his wallet as he pulled the card out. He gave the server a small smile, then turned back to Margaret after she left.

"At least let me cover the tip." she said, her lips forming into a pert pout. Carmen stared at her, longer than anticipated then blinked rapidly before answering, as if he was trying to clear his head.

"I planned this. I'll pay." he leaned back in into the leather cushion of the booth, "I know the owner so I get a discount anyways. I made a fucking dish for their menu, a discount is the least they could do." Carmen said, sounding awfully pretentious. "I didn't mean it like that." he added, leaning back up.

The server returned with Carmen's card, then slipped him a note along with it. Carmen opened it under the table, unsure if Margaret saw it or not. It was her number, scrawled in messy Sharpie along with her name. Carmen looked back up to find her in the kitchen, only to see that she was already staring at him. She gave him a little wave, causing him to look away with rosy cheeks.

He wasn't used to being flirted with, so this came as a surprise to him. Growing up, he pretty much kept to himself and never got involved with the dating scene like most of his classmates.

Shortly after, Margaret and Carmen left the restaurant, beginning their trek to the L. The city was alive, which wasn't uncommon on a Friday night. Lights glowed in all directions, whether it be from cars or buildings.

"Margaret!" a male voice said from behind them. The pair stopped, lazily turning around to see who the voice belonged to.

"Matteo?" Margaret said in surprise, squinting her eyes as if he was far away. She walked over to give him a quick peck on the cheek, a custom in her family.

"How you doin, darling?" he asked, letting his hands fall to her waist, drinking in the sight of her. She looked absolutely delectable in her little gold dress, her gold necklace falling just before her cleavage.

"I'm great. Oh my gosh," she said sloppily, walking back over to put her hand on Carmen's shoulder, "This is my boss slash acquaintance, Carmen." she smiled at Carmen then looked at Matteo. "We just had dinner at.." she trailed off, looking over at Carmen for the answer.

"The Albert." Carmen finished for her, his voice cutting and mean. He sat with his gaze fixed on Matteo, staring hard at him.

"Yeah the Albert!" Margaret exclaimed, taking a step back to Matteo, "Carmen, this is Matteo by the way." she squeezed Matteo's shoulder, which coaxed a smile out of him. He glanced down at Margaret, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Carmen could see it plainly that he had it bad for the girl. The slightest touch from her was enough to plaster a stupid grin on his face. He watched as Matteo's hand snaked down to Margaret's waist, resting just above her ass.

"Are you guys doing anything?" he asked, barely giving Carmen a glance. As if he wasn't standing right fucking there.

"Um, I think we're both just going home." she smiled at him, unintentionally batting her lashes. She was fucking gone, logical thinking completely exiting her body in that moment.

"You could come back to my place, y'know." he said, finally giving Carmen a glance, "I can get her home, we live in the same building." he half suggested, half stated.

Carmen took a step towards Margaret, slowly pulling her away from Matteo, "Nah it's cool." he said, holding her firmly around the waist. "Let's go." he said softly to Margaret, walking away from Matteo.

"Don't be a stranger baby!" Matteo called, walking backwards from the 2, hands in his coat pockets. With his backed turned towards him, Carmen rolled his eyes at his pathetic attempt to hit on Margaret.

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To say the least, it was a struggle trying to control drunk Margaret. Carmen was constantly apologizing for her actions to the poor people on the train and sidewalk who encountered her. It was quite annoying actually to him, as it continued after getting off the train. "Hey." Carmen backed her up, leaning her against a building. "Are you ok?" he asked sternly, annunciating each word.

Her voice was quiet, and her face—high cheekbones, sharp nose—was placid. "I'm perfect." she smiled up at him, her head spinning. She leaned to one side, relying on Carmen's strength to keep her upright.

He grabbed her arm, walking her over to a nearby bench as if she was child. His fingers pressed into the soft skin of her arms, growing tighter the more she resisted. "Sit." he demanded, pushing her down onto the bench.

Stubbornly, she sat down on the bench, resting her hands on her lap. Crouching down, Carmen began to slip off her heels, setting them in her lap.

"What are you doing?" she rhetorically asked. She looked down, eyes following Carmen as he pushed himself back up.

He turned around, hands slightly extended. "Get on." he said, his face turned away from her.

Confused but still obeying his request, she grabbed her heels in one hand then climbed onto Carmen's back. The warmth radiated from his body, keeping her warm from the nipping night air.

Her arms hung limp in front of his chest, swaying with his body as he walked. As Carmen strolled through Chicago, Margaret would point out memories from her adolescence, saying something along the lines of "That's where my dad crashed his car" or "That was my first job".

As they approached her apartment building, Margaret leaned her head against Carmen's back, arms still hanging lazily over his shoulders. "Hey." he poked her in her side, "Don't fall asleep just yet."

She grumbled, lifting her head up. "Home already?" she looked down at Carmen, her undereyes beginning to puff with sleep.

"What floor and apartment number?" he asked, turning his head as far as he could towards her. He could barely see her from the corner of his eye, only able to make out her blonde hair.

"216, floor 2." she said, reaching into her purse to hand Carmen the key. As he made his way up to her apartment, her weight became heavier and heavier, a sign that she was dozing off again.

He slipped the key into the lock, turning the rusted handle. It didn't budge so he tried again, ending up with the same results as before. "You got to wiggle it first." Margaret said softly, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke. He swallowed a wad of spit, uncomfortable with their closeness.

But was it truly uncomfortableness he was feeling?

He wiggled the handle, then turned it again, opening the door this time. He nudged it open with his foot, walking inside of the small living space. Waking up Margaret with another poke, he slipped her off his back, making sure to hold her upright until she regained her footing.

"Thanks Carmen." she said, keeping herself up. She held onto Carmen's forearm for some support. She was close enough for Carmen to smell the honey and citrus in her hair, the scent bringing him a sense of serenity.

"Let's get you to bed." he said, ignoring her thanks. He needed to cut himself off from her and he needed to do it now.

Margaret turned on her heel, walking down the short hallway to her bedroom. Carmen trailed behind her, hands hovering at her sides in case she toppled over. "Yay round 2 of taking care of drunk Maggie" he thought to himself. This was a bad look for her, having to be taken care of by her boss not once but twice. Carmen repeated his routine of taking care of drunk Margaret, an exact repeat of when she spent the night at his house.

He put her to bed, carefully pulling the sheets up to her shoulders. He crouched down at the side of the bed, eye level with her. "I have a bucket right on the side of the bed in case you puke." he said quietly,his voice barely registering as a whisper.

Margaret's gaze darted to his lips then back to match his eyes, "You're a great boss Carmy." she softly smiled.

Pushing himself up off the ground, he looked down at her, "That's an overstatement." he dryly laughed.

Carmen walked over to flick off her small lamp when her voice spoke again, "Are you leaving?" she asked timidly.

Carmen felt his cheeks grow hot, the knot in his stomach swelling. He felt as if he was going to be sick, his gut twisting in every direction.

"I'll be on the couch."

With that, he closed the door behind him, leaving Margaret in her own thoughts. He shakily let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. Quickly walking to the sink, he turned it on, splashing the lukewarm water onto his face. He sighed into his hands, slowly dragging them down his face, allowing them to fall to his sides.

He grabbed the hem of his dress shirt, bringing it to up to dry his face off. The tips of his curls dripped water onto his forehead, agitating him. His chest began to close up as he drew in shaky breaths, breathing as if someone was clutching his throat.

"No, no, no." he whispered to himself, ripping open the collar of his shirt due to his increasing body temperature. The action caused a few buttons to fly off, landing on the kitchen floor. "Shit." he said aloud, collecting them quickly.

He gathered his suit jacket, tucking it under his arm as he left her apartment. He hurried down the flights of stairs, harshly pushing the doors open. He stepped into the cold night air, breathing heavily. Stopping at the entrance of the apartment, he rested his hands on his head, slowly walking down the street.

He didn't have time to have feelings for someone. No matter how he felt, it just couldn't happen. He was better off having Margaret hate him than have her feel any other emotion towards him.

Carmen pushed it out of his mind as he shoved his hands in his pockets, hurrying down the street to his apartment.

END

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AN: omg rereading this, i realized how nasty this chapter is wtf

[wisteriasymphony]

Stupid MLB 'Rewrite' Lore Dump!: Jagged Stone and the Waifs of Wonderland

Luka Couffaine, the frontman of Vampire Revival and notorious cheater, is nothing but the spitting image of his father. The only thing Jagged Stone (or, as he was born, Jack Zimmerman) had that Luka doesn't is that he combined the two.

(whole ass fake article under the cut)

Founded in 1978, Jagged Stone and the Waifs of Wonderland owed its inspirations to the psychedelic movements of the 1960s as well as musical giants such as David Bowie and The Rolling Stones. Their first album, titled "Jagged Stone and the Waifs of Wonderland" was not a commercial success, but in recent years has amassed a following of fans who prefer the older psychedelic style of this album. In contrast, the second album, "A Kiss Too Far", was an instant hit that took on a much more "glam rock" aesthetic, helping popularize the style in France and Germany.

Much like his glam rock contemporaries, Jack Zimmerman took on a flamboyant, ostentatious, and occasionally androgynous style in his performances, and encouraged his bandmates--the aforementioned "Waifs of Wonderland"--to do the same. Each also adopted a stage name ending in "-ka". Drummer Anne "Anarka" Couffaine, Rhythm guitarist Ellen "Elvenka" Blackwell, Bassist Lucy "Lunoka" Müller, and Keyboardist Tori "Tonika" Blackwell are considered the most recognizable "Waifs of Wonderland", though other instrumentalists and artists have been featured in JSWW albums and been given their own "Waif Names" accordingly.

Aside from their music, Jagged Stone and the Waifs of Wonderland is best known for the sheer amount of scandal they used to further drive publicity. Zimmerman was reported to be in committed relationships with all permanent "Waifs" at various points in the band's career, with later testimonies by band members reporting that Zimmerman was involved with no less then two relationships simultaneously (though it was not confirmed whether these stayed within the band itself). This caused significant strife for the band in their later years, notably leading Anne Couffaine to formally leave the group in 1988, shortly preceding the births of Luka Marcel and Juliette Élise Couffaine.

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oh boy, there we go. if you got this far (or skipped past to get here), thank you :) tell me if y'all want to see more lore drops like this! mostly stuff for worldbuilding that isn't related to the main plot, obvi.

also, if it wasn't clear by the fact that i decided that Nino's name is now Nicolas Lahiffe... I like giving them all new names :) That, and because TWEOS is set nebulously around 2008-09, I changed the timeline of everything accordingly. :)))))

[todays-just-a-daydream]

Beyond all the noise about chart battles, sibling rivalry and Cool Britannia, the Oasis narrative was such a powerful one because it pointed to how a valuable new form of “oceanic feeling” – Sigmund Freud’s term for an all-embracing mass consciousness – might emerge in Britain in the dying days of the 20th century. For all its broadness and frequent crudeness, the collective mood that Oasis inspired was at heart an inclusive one, based on the desire to advocate a more demotic, more democratic way of national being, rooted in the lived reality of working-class experience.

Indeed, it is class more than anything else that shaped who Oasis were and what they meant to the wider public. While they were nothing like a definitive summary of working-class culture in its entirety (how could they have been?), Oasis summarised and celebrated a specific modern British working-class culture based on traditions of collectivity and uncovering the extraordinary in the everyday. The best early Oasis songs (Rock ’n’ Roll Star, Cigarettes & Alcohol, Don’t Look Back in Anger, Champagne Supernova) channelled the sense of communitarian empowerment that had been embodied in the best working-class pop music of post-60s Britain: the jukebox idealism of glam rock, the expressive howl of punk, the “chase the sun” euphoria of rave and, yes, the melodic humanism and collective scope of the Beatles.

But the Oasis sound and identity was also provoked into being by more antagonistic influences. Living in south Manchester in the Thatcherite 80s, the teenage Gallagher brothers would build up a deep store of anger at the savagely anti-working-class policies of a Conservative government intent on dismantling the welfare state and restoring the power of British elites who had been disenfranchised in the postwar years. Hence the angry, accusatory tone in so many of the best early Oasis songs, from the raging “outcast” and “underclass” of Bring It on Down to the “they” who will never see the things “we” see in Live Forever. This more melancholic, oppositional form of commonality is embodied in Noel Gallagher’s recollection that the Thatcher years were defined by the image of everyone he knew going to the dole office with their dads. Gallagher’s response, as Oasis biographer Paolo Hewitt once put it, was to create the sound of a council estate singing its heart out.

The great genius – some might say the great fortune – of Oasis was that they were able, in the heady, possibility-filled mid-90s, to take this combined experience of working-class pride and rage and suggest that it might become the dominant cultural influence in British society. Though the band are often shoehorned into discussions of Britpop (with an image of Noel Gallagher’s rarely used union jack guitar as convenient illustration), we should be clear that the kind of Britishness they embodied was – before the cliches and the branding took over – very much an alternative or outsider variation. This was a sensibility based mainly on loathing for the Tory establishment, a love of football and pop music, and, crucially, the fact that the Gallagher brothers were the children of immigrants and felt themselves to be Irish in any case.

[licncourt]

In the modern AU what are Louis' and Lestat's favorite books, movies, shows, atc? Are they in any fandoms? What about when they were younger? How cringe were they?

This is such a cute question omg

Adult Louis is an avid but secret watcher of trashy reality TV. His favorite is Real Housewives or anything on TLC, but he's been known to enjoy an episode or two of KUWTK, Love Island, and Big Brother. Lestat also likes these because it's hot people being mean, one of his favorite things. Cooking shows are Louis' favorite little treat for bad mental health days too. He's not picky, but it has to be something soothing.

He'll tell you about the long-winded classics he's read until you're ready to blow your brains out, but he is also a harlequin romance enjoyer and semi-regular erotic novel consumer (he thinks it's more respectable than porn). You couldn't waterboard that out of him though.

His favorite movies are mostly romances, especially older ones like Casablanca, Roman Holiday, and Gone with the Wind (and Cocteau's Beauty and the Beast like his canon counterpart), but also 90s tearjerkers like Shakespeare in Love, The English Patient, and Luhrmann's Romeo and Juliet (also like in canon).

If you ask though, his favorite movie is Citizen Kane. Shut up Lestat.

His taste in media has been pretty consistent throughout his life. Louis is nothing if not a lonely, daydreamy little guy in every universe, so he was definitely watching those same movies as a teenager with his nose pressed against the TV after everyone went to bed, wanting to feel love and be loved like that. He'd watch those mind-numbing historical epics like Cleopatra and Ben-Hur too. He loved the history and spectacle, but also the fantasy of it, the strength and escapism he wanted for himself.

In reality though, he was definitely writing porny gay fanfic in a super secret notebook, but weird Louis shit like Dorian Gray/Henry Wotton and Maurice Hall/Alec Scudder. It was kinda sad.

The soundtrack to his crying and gay porn writing was basically just The Smiths, The Cure, Tori Amos, and depressing 60s folk albums (Simon & Garfunkel got a lot of play time in his bedroom). He still likes that sort of thing, but 90s singer-songwriter and acoustic sort of confessional songs are his favorite.

I think for both of them this post applies as far as music taste.

Lestat is also an appreciator of shitty media, but he likes so-bad-it's-good franchise movies like Twilight, Superman, Transformers, and Saw. Whether he likes them ironically or sincerely is anyone's guess. At the very least he throws in some decently respectable choices like Star Wars.

He's also a big slasher guy, especially the iconic killers like Michael Meyers, Freddy Kreuger, Leatherface etc. Louis pretends not to like them, but he always lingers in the living room when they're on. On the flip side, screwball comedies are a favorite of his as well, the highest repeat rate going to Dumb and Dumber, Anchorman, The Big Lebowski, and Strange Brew. He's got t-shirts for them too.

Soaps are his go-to for TV, the longer and more convoluted the better. He knows ALL the Days of Our Lives lore and he's seen every episode of Grey's Anatomy twice. He's going to explain it to you if you let him. And if Louis complains, Lestat can reminds him he knows all the Kardashian-Jenner baby names and watches the old episodes of Project Runway Lestat pirated in the bathroom with the door locked.

Reading independently isn't a big thing for Lestat, but he loves to be read TO. High and historical fantasy are his favorites, and Louis has read him all the LotR and Outlander books out loud during their cuddle hours.

He's an easy sell for music, really anything extremely stimulating. His favorites are glam and 80s rock like Bowie, Queen, T. Rex, New York Dolls, Kiss, and AC/DC, but also glittery hyperpop-ish stuff like Grimes, Poppy, Charli XCX, and Rico Nasty. Whatever scratches his little rodent brain. His playlists are sensory overload and they make Louis shake like a chihuahua.

Teenage Lestat was surprisingly subdued because of his home life. He liked to watch movies and television that took him out of reality and fed his fantasies of running away and becoming a star. Velvet Goldmine and Party Monster were frequent fliers, but lots of fantasy and sci-fi that was an escape and daydream fodder as well.

Most of his music was showtunes, all songs he could sing under his breath while he imagined he was a beloved theater actor instead of a kid trapped in rural France.

[euxinia]

💐trend report spring 2023💐

Hello everyone! Today I’m sharing the trend report for spring 2023! Spring is just around the corner so let’s dive in!

🌷Fun Prep

This season we’re taking the preppy trend and giving it a Barbiecore twist. Think bold versions of soft colors and classic patterns as well as understated, classy bags in bright colors. Think heritage brands like Tory Burch, Coach, or Burberry!

Colors:

Creamsicle orange

Bright sky blue

Bold pastel pink

Patterns:

Houndstooth

Tweed

Plaid

This trends’ stars:

Marc Jacobs The Micro Leather Tote Bag in Scorched

Coach Polished Leather Shoulder Bag in Flower Pink

Tory Burch Mini Kira Flap Convertible Quilted Leather Shoulder Bag in Light Celeste

🌷Monochrome Glam

Got a big event coming up? Hop on this tried-and-true trend for this season with a monochromatic suit. This trend is all about the matchy-matchy, from your outfit to your accessories and even your makeup! Think bold and hot colors, especially hot pink, and trendy brands to make this trend come to life.

Colors

Hot pink

Bold white

Fiery red

Patterns

Satin or silk

Rhinestones and gems

Metallic

This trends’ stars:

Cult Gaia Hera Nano Rhinestone Shoulder Bag in Shell Pink

Marc Jacobs The Micro Tote Bag in Iridescent

Kurt Geiger London Mini Kensington Embellished Fabric Convertible Crossbody Bag

🌷Abstract Prints

Groovy for sure, but not limited to the swirly patterns of the sixties! Floral prints or checkerboard patterns fit this trend as well. Any abstract pattern will work, and in a variety of fun colors: from brights to greyscale.

Colors

Black and white

Navy

Yellow and pink

Patterns

Swirls

Florals

Checkerboard

This trends’ stars:

Clare V. Grande Belt Bag in Cream Chantal/Black Checkers

Kate Spade New York Manhattan Spade Flower Jacquard Tote in Black Multi

House of Want Newbie Vegan Leather Shoulder Bag in Sunset Stripe

Okie dokie! That’s all for now :) I’ll be back next season!

[toriglam]

@nokia beat my face with the drumbs! 🎧 Witch Haunts is available now and you can get +3 Witch Haunts free wallpapers! Send a DM now and let’s get wicked! 🍃✨🧙

[phanfictioncatalogue]

any rockstar!dan fic recs? i went through the master masterlist.

Thank you!!

Million Dollar Man (ao3) -Lcstqr

❝ baby you’re no good for me ❝

Daniel Howell is somewhat of a Rockstar. A Rockstar with anxiety. After a breakdown on stage at one of his biggest concerts, he reluctantly seeks therapy. It just so happens that his new therapist also plays guitar in a band that he’d never heard of in a club that he’d stumbled across only that night. He also has a secret, a big one. From watering plants and making them instantly healthy to changing the weather depending on someones mood, Dan starts to unfold Phil Lester’s secret.

Just try not to fall in love with your therapist.

scandalous (ao3) - phancontent

Summary: Daniel Howell, a well known "emo glam star", a singer and a fashion icon, faces a writing crisis and decides to hire an unemployed famous songwriter named Phil Lester, who can't stop blushing with every grin Dan gives him.

We’ll Figure This Out (ao3) - violently_knits

Summary: Dan Howell is in a rock band called Burn This City Down. When Phil Lester, the band’s manager, is assigned a bunk on his tour bus, they start to get closer and closer.

there doesn't seem to be very many of rockstar!dan

- Tori

[fancyschmancyopinions]

MADDIE ZIEGLER at the Tory Burch Spring Show on September 11th 2023 wearing TORY BURCH

[cleoselene]

song of the day

Tori Amos - Me and a Gun (Pip’s Version)

When Tori Amos released her debut album Little Earthquakes in 1992, perhaps her boldest, strongest statement was its first single: the a capella confessional “Me and a Gun,�� in which Amos describes the harrowing ordeal of her rape.  It was hardly the single any record label would have ever picked, there was nothing commercial about it.  It was an upsetting, uncomfortable song that made people squirm in their seats with its painful honesty.  And really, if you haven’t seen her perform the OG version, stop right now, click this link, watch her do the thing in 1992 at Montreux while she wears a slinky red thing.

Fifteen years later, Tori Amos performed “Me and a Gun” with a band for the first time, in character as part of her American Doll Posse tour as the doll character “Pip” who represented a “warrior woman” as Tori described her.  Pip came out and sang songs about rage.  Tori committed to every character in a glam rock experiment that got middling reviews but was absolutely revolutionary for its time.  Now 44, Amos is exploring her relationship with womanhood and sexuality from the beginning of perimenopause (”I’m 44, I’m hot all the time now,” quips Amos during a concert of one of the many live Legs & Boots bootlegs she released during this tour) and Pip’s take on the song is less vulnerable, much more aggressive -- and probably could never be performed in 2023′s terrified gun culture.  While 2007 was post-Columbine, it was still before mass shootings were quite as common as they are now, and I cannot see her feasibly pointing a prop gun at an audience ever again.

But this is dope as fuck.  The official audio is on spotify.  

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

The Tory Prom Parable: A Fix-It Fic in Polls: Part 2

Part 1 Here!

You have chosen: Robby! A very solid decision. He is an absolute pathetic wet cat of a young man (not unlike his father) and thus exactly your type. Samantha LaRusso and Miguel Diaz will be thrown for a damn loop and it will be glorious.

Luckily for you, he said yes! Robert Swayze Keene is very down to Cause Problems on Purpose. A match made in heaven.

Or...hell, more likely. That's more your style, anyways.

Now it's time to rent a dress! Whatever will be the most dramatic and shamelessly slutty would be ideal.

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Now, now, I know what you're thinking. "Good lord, that's too much glitter and glitter is for pussies!!!" While the concern is understandable, consider: Sparkles and bougie girl glam are Samantha LaRusso's MO (at least you assume so! And when have your assumptions ever been wrong???). How pissed would she be if you stole her style and wore it better??? God, she's gonna have such a bad time. This will be fantastic.

[crackonhq]

SMS ⏩ JUDE: are you red-carpet-ready? because it’s time for MOVIE NIGHT. get glammed up and meet us in the lounge for the premier. #whatspoppin #oncamera

on movie night, all of the islanders take a seat at a large crescent-shaped table where a big screen and projector is set up in contrast to the night sky. islanders will answer trivia questions about each other and will need to answer fastest and first to earn a chance to select one of the movie titles on the screen:

what’s the dyl?

when in rom-i

dante’s inferno

angel in disguise 

the miles files

santos syndrome

marc side of the moon

under my adela

just joshing

the uncanny callie

evie-l under the sun

garden of eden

don’t be jude

jenny was a friend of mine

american horror tori

charlene and not heard

frank me later

the first trivia question flashes on the screen, "where did josh go to college?” and naomi answers the fastest : university of wisconsin. as a result, she gets to pick a movie from the options. she chooses ‘just joshing.’ 

the movie flashes on the screen, showing three clips : 

josh and mali are on the terrace together. “i don’t want to be your friend,” he tells her, and mali asks him what he does want. “fine, we can be friends,” he finally relents, smiling at her. “but not, like, best friends. friends made from this weird ass experience that might hang out in greece together in six months, pending other obligations.” mali laughs, “i'll see you in six months, pending your other obligations.” the way they say it makes it sound like work. there’s a pause until mali is the one to break the silence and end the conversation, saying that she should go find the others. she leans over and presses a gentle kiss to his cheek, closer to the corner of his mouth, before leaving. 

josh is in the kitchen, talking to adela: “it kills you that badly that you can't have me, huh?” he says. “if naomi and dylan do fuck us...” adela replies, “you’d be last on my list.” josh responds, “you're such a liar. if they screwed us, you and i both know we'd fuck each other to get back at them.”

the last clip is of josh and jenny, speaking in the living room. “i'm no one's first choice,” jenny says. "you could've been my first choice, if you didn't fuck max!" josh replies. 

the next question flashes on the screen. “what board game is angel really good at?” callie answers the fastest: chess. as a result, she gets to pick a movie from the options. she chooses ‘frank me later.’ 

the movie begins playing, showing three clips :

it shows frankie and callie on the terrace, where callie says “what do you want?” and frankie says “you know what i want!” and frankie pushes callie up against the door and there’s this tense moment where they look like they’re going to kiss before they don’t. 

frankie’s talking to angel in the smoking area, where she tells him about what happened: “hey, i wanna be frank with you, because you’re a cool guy, and i said i’d give you a heads up if anything happened or whatever, but like… me and callie were chatting earlier and it got kinda intense. you know how it is with an ex—or whatever we are now—and there was this moment where she was like, all up in my grill like what the fuck do you want and it was hot, obviously, and i just kinda… pushed her?” and then she says, “it’s like… i just keep waiting for me to stop feeling some typa way when i’m around her.” and angel gets pissed and replies, “you don’t know what you want. and i don’t think you really care who you hurt while you try and figure it out.”

frankie’s with victoria on the date. “oh, you’ve got a little…” frankie gestures to her mouth. “no, it’s more like… wait, let me do it.” she sucks her thumb into her mouth, leans across the table and gathers up the dribble of chocolate from the corner of victoria’s cheek, bringing it back to lick it off her thumb. “you’re all good.”

the next question flashes on the screen after that. the question, “when did romi get her first tattoo?” marcus answers fastest: from her dad, at age 16. he chooses to see ‘when in rom-i.’ 

the first clip is romi and jenny in the bedroom. “and who finds you interesting, romi? the guy with all of five thoughts in his head? the guy who fucked your cousin? very impressive. i bet josh would love this side of you. or, you know, maybe he'd pull a marcus and realize you're too fucked up for him too,” jenny says. and romi says, “you know, you can bait with me dejan or marcus or whoever the fuck you want but there's never going to be a reality where i question how josh feels about me or how i feel about him and i know it must be so sad that you can't say the same.” and jenny retorts, “what, are you fucking in love with him or something?”

dylan and romi are standing in the kitchen, it’s just after dejan and max have left. romi says that she thinks naomi has feelings for dylan, but ‘not like what she has for josh.’ but romi also explains to dylan that, “if josh wants naomi back now, it’s only because she's unattainable,” and adds, “josh doesn’t seem like the type of guy who can be with one girl for very long.” she ends the conversation by saying that dylan deserves “someone who is only going to choose him and not have someone else constantly toying in the back of their mind.” 

it shows dante and romi on the terrace where she asks, “did you just say you love me?” and dante replies “i do. i love you, romi.” she says she’s sorry for how she’s responded and that it scares her, and then she says, “i do care about you, dante, and i’ve grown so fond of you over the last couple of days but if you really want to be open, i mean, if you want me to be really certain about the decision…i think we should do it.” the camera cuts to romi and jenny speaking at the bean bags, where romi tells jenny that dante just told her that he loves her. jenny says, “why would dante be lying?” and romi replies, "i think he's lying 'cause i can't see any reason why he would be in love with me...and, like, you know what's so fucked up about all of this? i think i'm in love with marcus."

the next questions flashes on the screen, “what’s marcus’s dog’s name?” josh answers first : griffin. he chooses to watch naomi’s movie. the screen darkens and three clips start to play :

naomi and dante are in the pool together and he has her pressed up against the wall. he says that he’d “ask about kissing her if he wasn’t worried about getting a concussion.” she says, “but if you weren’t worried about the potential concussion … ?” the clip cuts to show them in the kitchen, dante stepping closer to her as naomi asks, “do you want me to try it with you?” and dante says, “i want you to try with everyone. and with me, yes. i would’ve kissed you yesterday, before jenny.” naomi tugs dante’s face closer, lips nearly brushing when she says, “well, that’s too bad. i’m not really a sharer.” he still has her cornered, pressed against the countertop when he groans in frustration. “you’d better let me out before we get in trouble.” 

there’s some really quick clips of her flirting. one where she’s kissing stella outside on the swings, one where she’s showing marcus her ass and laying on him, one where she’s leaning close to victoria and speaking french.

naomi is talking to dylan in the living room and she says, “i didn’t say it would always be him. you said he always there in the background, and i agreed. whether it was always going to be him or not, we ended because you accepted that things were over between us before we even spoke to each other.” and dylan says, “you saying you chose josh because i ended things sounds like an insult to josh.”

after the movie ends, the lights brighten and the next question flashes on the screen. “what’s adela’s favorite type of food?” dylan answers fastest: greek. he chooses to watch ‘under my adela’ and three clips begin to play on the screen. 

there’s a clip of adela and josh together in the pool, and he asks if the “offer to have her up against a wall” is still on the table. adela asks him if he would take her up on it and josh says “maybe, yeah.” 

naomi asks adela if dylan is her type and she starts laughing and says, “no. like literally not at all. i kind of wasn’t interested in him at all because, yeah, just thought he seemed a bit quiet and… plain ? he IS way hotter in person though, so that had me a bit like oh… but yeah… not my type at all. ” her nose scrunches as she shakes her head. “ i’m into like… dicks, really. honestly, my type’s more josh… ” she smirks over at naomi. naomi asks adela if she was going to say ‘boring’ (and mentions that she hates when people say that about dylan) and adela replies, “oh, i think i WAS gonna say boring. my impression of him going into casa was with you and he just seemed like a bit of a pushover, so that didn’t really excite me.” 

josh asks adela, “what’s so interesting about dylan? he’s a bartender?” and she says, “well, if you really want to know— he's from australia. plus i love free drinks.” 

after adela’s film ends, the final question flashes on the screen, “what internet trend was jude really into?” jenny answers fastest: parkour. she chooses to watch the film, ‘don’t be jude.’ a movie begins to play.

it’s jude and romi arguing by the firepit where he says, “but being a bomshell has risks, you have to keep a back up option around in case things go pear-shaped. i mean, taking it seriously as in viewing it as a big thing when it's not a big thing. it said kiss people you think are sexy, obviously i'm not gonna kiss angel. jenny is hot, but that doesn't mean i want anything with her. like at all. i don't.” 

charlene asks jude, “are you happy to be officially coupled up with her?” and jude says, “maybe. i dunno.” 

the last clip is of jude saying, “charlene is fit, yeah. the girl tried to drown me and i’d still tap that. she’s got bags of personality.” 

the lights brighten and movie night comes to an end, leaving the islanders to discuss the night’s events. 

BONUS. movie night trivia answers ( this is ooc information only, as you took the quizzes ooc too. )

q1. what month was eden born? 58% of you answered correctly with february.

q2. where did josh go to college? 58% of you answered correctly with university of wisconsin. 

q3. which of these is an adrian santos movie? 33% of you answered correctly with son of the mob. 

q4. what got callie back from san diego? 75% of you answered correctly that her grandmother hurt her back.

q5. what does miles have tattooed on his left arm? 33% answered correctly and said rose. 

q6. what is the name of the couple that dante works for? 33% of you answered correctly, gabriel and alice.

q7. what age did evie start working at the hotel? 58% of you answered correctly that she was 19. 

q8. what is frankie’s odd side hustle? 33% of you answered correctly that she sells her dirty laundry. socks, if we wanna get specific. 

q9. what internet trend was jude super into? 83% of you answered correctly with parkour. 

q10. how old was romi when she got her first tattoo? 50% of you answered correctly and said from her dad, at age 16.

q11. what is marcus's dog named? 42% of you answered correctly that it was griffin. 

q12. what's adela's favorite type of food? 50% of you answered correctly, greek.

q13. what's charlene's favorite musical? 42% of you answered correctly that it’s falsettos. 

q14. what's jenny's mom's name? 100% of you got this right. heather nation rise.

q15. what board game is angel really good at? 42% of you got this right, saying chess.

q16. how many siblings does victoria have? 67% of you got this right, she has two.