#viva la white girl

[kwxnnxn]

Feel like shit want gym class heroes back

[godsworstson]

listening to radio bam gives me such cultural whiplash because oh my god the 00s were insane

[release-the-mccracken]

Every time Travie mentions a white woman, he's talking about William Beckett btw

[floralcrematorium]

2010s Nostalgia || Hetalia Edition

Hetalia Youtube Nostalgia Playlist | 117 songs | 7hr 5min

• Hey Na Na - Katie Herzig • Viva La Vida - Coldplay • Rasputin - Boney M. • Glad You Came - The Wanted • Hot Mess - Cobra Starship • Counting Stars - OneRepublic • Fireflies - Owl City • Bombshell Blonde - The Jagged Edges • Do Better - Say Anything • Welcome To The Show - Britt Nicole • Dance With The Devil - Breaking Benjamin • Survive - Sick Puppies • Life is Beautiful - Sixx:A.M. • Fairytale - Alexander Rybak • Everybody Loves Me - One Republic • Don't Mess With Me - temposhark • Mimimi - SEREBRO • I Like It Loud - Cash Cash • I Just Wanna Run - The Downtown Fiction • I'm ALIVE! - Becca • Lovestruck - Breathe Electric • I Like To Dance - Hot Chelle Rae • Haven't Had Enough - Marianas Trench • Kiss Me Thru The Phone - Soulja Boy, Sammie • Hard out Here - Lily Allen • Runaway Baby - Bruno Mars • I Don't Care - Fall Out Boy • Airplanes - B.o.B., Hayley Williams • Rock Star - Prima J • This Is War - Thirty Seconds To Mars • Hey Brother - Avicii • Cinderella - Tata Young • Centuries - Fall Out Boy • Déjà Vu - 3OH!3 • Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me - Lene Alexandra • Miss Jackson - Panic! At The Disco, LOLO • The Ballad of Mona Lisa - Panic! At The Disco • Europe's Skies - Alexander Rybak • Bad Apple!! - RichaadEB, Cristina Vee • Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off - Panic! At The Disco • Let's Kill Tonight - Panic! At The Disco • Hurricane - Panic! At The Disco • Casual Affair - Panic! At The Disco • Never Close Our Eyes - Adam Lambert • Playing With Fire - Ovi, Paula Seling • Angel With A Shotgun - The Cab • Nicotine - Panic! At The Disco • Killer - The Ready Set • How to Be a Heartbreaker - MARINA • This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race - Fall Out Boy • Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) - My Chemical Romance • Troublemaker - Olly Murs, Flo Rida • Good Girls Go Bad - Cobra Starship, Leighton Meester • I Can't Decide - Scissor Sisters • One Woman Army - Porcelain Black • How To Start A War - Simon Curtis • Maps - Maroon 5 • Do Better - Say Anything • STARSTRUKK - 3OH!3 • Remember Everything - Five Finger Death Punch • The Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin • Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes • When You're Evil - Aurelio Voltaire • Canadian, Please - Julia Bentley, Gunnarolla • Sarah Smiles - Panic! At The Disco • Take Me to Church - Hozier • Viking Death March - Billy Talent • Headstrong - Trapt • Semi-Charmed Life - Third Eye Blind • Don't Believe A Word - Third Eye Blind • Warriors - Imagine Dragons • iNSaNiTY - CircusP • Paralyzer - Finger Eleven • I'm Awesome - Spose • 24 - Jem • Clarity - Zedd, Foxes • Hall of Fame - The Script, will.i.am • The Is Gospel - Panic! At The Disco • Immortals - Fall Out Boy • Rather Be - Clean Bandit, Jess Glynne • Wake Me Up - Avicii • a thousand years - Christina Perri • Just Like Fire - P!nk • Safe & Sound - Taylor Swift, The Civil Wars • Safe And Sound - Capital Cities • Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Lorde • Demons - Imagine Dragons • DNA - Little Mix • Remember The Name - Fort Minor, Styles of Beyond • Victorious - Panic! At The Disco • 右肩の蝶 (Butterfly On Your Right Shoulder) - Kagamine Rin/Len • We Are One (Ole Ole) - Pitbull, Jennifer Lopez, Claudia Leitte • Hero - Skillet • Maraca - Mohombi • The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy • DONTTRUSTME - 3OH!3 • Teenage Dream - Katy Perry • SING - My Chemical Romance • Good Time - Owl City, Carly Rae Jepsen • White Rabbit - Egypt Central • Not Gonna Die - Skillet • The Kill - Thirty Seconds To Mars • We No Speak Americano - Yolanda Be Cool, DCup • Nobody's Listening - Linkin Park • Disco Pogo - Die Atzen • German Sparkle Party - The Something Experience • Dirty Little Secret - The All-American Rejects • I Could Be The One - Avicii, Nicky Romero • Can't Hold Us - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis • Still Into You - Paramore • Primadonna - MARINA • Pompeii - Bastille • 恋愛サーキュレーション (Renai Circulation) - 物語シリーズ • Awake And Alive - Skillet • Monster - Skillet • Poker Face - Lady Gaga • Falling Inside The Black - Skillet

[monzabee]

🪩 || bee's masterlist

AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE FROM THE AUTHOR!

welcome to my masterlist! you can find all of my works as of now under the cut, and here's a masterlist key to help you navigate your way through!

masterlist key: — social media au - ✧ — fic - ✶ — drabbles - ✫ — headcanons - ᕯ

MAX VERSTAPPEN (MV1)

fuck being underrated ✧ : the one where Max is dating his team principal's daugther, who happens to be the hottest model of the year.

third time's the charm ✧ : the one where you are there to celebrate Max winning his third title, and the whole world is there to witness it.

two sides of the same coin ✶ : the one where you try to convince yourself that you're not falling for your teammate, but can't help it when you realise that he is not that different from you after all.

beach read ✶ : the one where you and Max go on a holiday for the first time, and you realize just how much you love 'Vacation Max'.

viva las vegas (+18) ✶ : the one where you and Max celebrate his win in a way you’ve never done before. [minors dni!]

prison for life ✶ : the one where if anybody hurts you, Max is going to prison for life.

CHARLES LECLERC (CL16)

how you get the girl ✶ : the one where you and your boyfriend Charles attend a gala for a friend and run into Harry Styles – who happens to be your ex.

in my lover era! ✧ : the one where Charles becomes a Swiftie because of his girlfriend.

like real people do (+18) ✶ : the one where you are having sex with your boyfriend, Charles, for the first time but he wants everything to be perfect for you. [minors dni!]

you'll change your name or change your mind ✶ : the one where you find your way back home, even if the journey takes longer than you think.

this is a relationship, that i don't think anyone saw coming ✶ : the one where you and Charles think you are successfully fooling everyone on the grid, when in reality you are the ones being fooled.

the name game ✶ : the one where you and Charles try to get through one of the first hardships of parenthood.

lean on you ✶ : the one where you learn to lean on Charles more than you thought you ever could.

red, white, blue's in the sky ✧ : the one where Charles has an olympian girlfriend.

T.G.I.F ✶ : the one where writing your thesis is harder than you think, but Charles is here to help you through all of it.

pon de replay (+18) ✶ : the one where Charles decide to prove to everyone that it is him that you belong to, and only him. [minors dni!]

the smallest man who ever lived ✶ : the one where you’re thrown into a conundrum when you learn the news of your husband, Charles’, infidelity.

you can check out the rest of the series from here!

DANIEL RICCIARDO (DR3)

nonesense ✧ : the one where you and Daniel fall in love with a song, so you must share it with the whole internet.

girl crush ✶ : the one where both you and Daniel meet your celebrity crushes in the course of a weekend, and decide to give it a go.

you can check out the rest of the series from here!

redbull gives you wings ✧ : the one where red bull brings together people, again..

LANDO NORRIS (LN4)

good riddance ✧ : the one where internet discovers that Lando's girlfriend is a singer, who happens to be on a world tour.

short stack ✧ : the one where the internet is obsessed about the height difference between you and your boyfriend, Lando.

déjà vu (beyoncé’s version) ✶ : the one where a bad prank leads to you and Lando exploring an option you thought was not an option.

bad idea right? ✶ : the one where seeing Lando tonight is a bad idea, right?

greedy ✧ : the one where lando finds a certain singer cute.

MICK SCHUMACHER (MS47)

a vettel and a schumacher walk into a bar ✶ : the one where Mick is dating Seb's eldest daughter, but forgets to mention this to his mentor and close friend. another problem? he can't seem to keep his eyes (or his hands) off of you.

you can check out the rest of the series from here!

heartbreak hotel ✧ : the one where you run into your ex, Mick, at Las Vegas, and chaos ensues.

ARTHUR LECLERC (AL12)

baby honey ✶ : the one where Arthur swear he's not thinking about you, his best friend, all the time – just today, yesterday, and tomorrow night.

LEWIS HAMILTON (LH44)

eight words when i think about us (+18) ✶ : the one where Coachella has both you and Lewis high on each other. [minors dni!]

he's a genius ('cause he loves a woman like her) ✧ : the one where you and Lewis (attempt to) soft launch your relationship.

hot girls support 44 ✫ : the one where your husband realises that you are, indeed, his number one fan.

what you do to me (+18) ✶ : the one where Lewis returns home to you – the one thing he desperately wants, but won't let himself have completely. [minors dni!]

partition (+18) ✶ : the one where you and Lewis are stuck in traffic in Paris, and decide to make the most of the situation. [minors dni!]

PIERRE GASLY (PG10)

feather ✶ : the one where Pierre is the one left mourning after your relationship ends.

all around the world (pretty girls) ✧ : the one where the internet finds out about you and Pierre's relationship.

CARLOS SAINZ (CS55)

the lusty month of may (+18) ✶ : the one where it's that darling month when everyone throws self-control away, and you and Carlos decide to do a wretched thing – or two. [minors dni!]

mr.big ✧ : the one where there he was, wearing armani on a sunday, your boyfriend, Carlos.

you can check out the rest of the series from here!

LANCE STROLL (LS18)

kiss it better ✶: the one where a crazy idea turns out to be the best possible thing for you and Lance.

©𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗓𝖺𝖻𝖾𝖾 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥. 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗌.

[eternal-love]

Austin and Me

“Wife to the ‘king’. Icon to the world. Destined for more.”

Summary: At 18 years old, she fell in love with Austin, at 20 years old, she became his wife, by 22, she was his doll. In which Cynthia’s life changed drastically after falling head over heels with a man that promised her the moon and the stars. She takes us down the memory lane of what could’ve been— the perfect marriage.

Inspired by the book: Elvis and Me by Priscilla Presley.

I do not condemn any of the portrayals I decide to do about certain people, it’s just fanfiction. And it would be divided in parts.

English isn’t my first language so I’m trying my best!

All my life I’ve been going back and forth between México and L.A, it’s been my two homes since I can remember. I was born to a new formed family, my mother met my dad when she already had a baby which was my sister, and since then my parents had two more kids.

I’ve always dreamt of being an actress, ever since my father forced me to watch ‘Viva Las Vegas!’ and ‘King Creole’ with him. For two years, my innocent little me actually believed Elvis was still alive and somehow young, so my dream was to act besides him. I cried hours when my older sister told me Elvis had died decades ago.

My parents always told me that acting was a waste of time and that I wouldn’t make it, not because I wasn’t talented but because out there, there were people that were the same or even more talented than me.

But somehow, I was making it, I had my debut when I was 14 years old and since then I was constantly booked— I adored doing any sort of horror movies, I was a scream queen if you know what I mean.

Once I turned 18 years old, my career was stable, I wasn’t no A-Lister but people at least recognized me, that’s when I was invited to a party, which obviously— my parents didn’t want me to go, they were very strict when it came to permissions, specially when those permissions involved other actors.

“You want us to let you go to a party with other actors?” My mom asked rhetorically as we were setting the table for dinner.

“Absolutely not.” My father interrupted firmly, he was quite strict.

“It’s the weekend, why can’t I go? I’ll be with Elle and her sister.” Hollywood was separated from my family life, my parents didn’t like hearing about actors or nothing, just me and my movies.

“Who are those people, we don’t know them. So no.” My mother was harsh whenever she wanted to, and I get now their distress of being adamant to not let me go to that party, I wish I had listened to them.

I was a girl that was sheltered all her life, so with a sigh and pout I walked to my room, mumbling some cuss words as I knew it would be difficult to convince them.

Surprisingly, Elle and Dakota convinced them, Dakota was older, she had been an adult for quite some time and she knew how Hollywood worked. Freaking out I waited for the day and picked up something from my closet, which now seemed to be all wrong in the eyes of an excited me.

Vintage clothing, go-go boots, Mary Jane heels. I chose something I could work with. I chose a 60s baby blue dress, it only reached mid my thighs so I knew it was good, I grabbed some blue heels too and for my hair I went all out as always, I liked the 60s, my fashion icons were women from that era so I teased my hair to the high heavens, creating a bouffant, my makeup was also heavy around the eyes, black eyeliner and two pairs of falsies, I liked it. I smiled once I saw myself in the mirror, this was me.

The party was surprisingly chill, nothing like the parties I heard about so I was comfortable but I stuck out like a sore thumb, I started to regret going all in on my own style until I saw him. Long blond hair, tall, blue eyes, perfect nose and he was wearing black pants and a white tee. I recognized him immediately, not only was he Hudgens’ ex but he was also the guy that was on one of my favorite movies: Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure.

We stared at each other for some long minutes, until he finally got closer to me.

“Hey— I know ya. You’re the girl from that movie about the psychotic grandparents.” He said playfully, he pushed his hair back.

“I am. Cynthia.” I extended my hand shyly and he accepted it, shaking it and squeezing it a little bit. I was not a fan of the long hair but he looked handsome enough.

Austin knew my age but there’s no problem on asking, once he knew I was legal enough, he hit it off right away. Austin couldn’t help but eye my whole look which made me think he was judging me.

“I like your dress.” Austin laughed. Feeling embarrassed, I snapped at him.

“I don’t even even know why I decided to wear this stupid dress and stupid hair today!” I snapped harshly, which only made him laugh.

“Little girl has some spunk.” He joked which made me feel even more embarrassed after snapping at him.

“Thanks.” I rolled my eyes playfully. He was 7 years older, for some reason he acted as if he was 20 years my senior.

Since that night, we both started seeing each other. He was my first real boyfriend— I think he liked that, he liked the idea of teaching me what love was, he felt that responsibility.

My parents weren’t at all okay with my relationship, for some reason they said that no relationship with an actor could ever turn right. Once again I wish I had listened to them. He trusted me enough to talk about his late mom with me, when we were in his room after an hour of being intimate or whatever we were doing.

“I wish my mom could’ve met you. She would’ve really liked you.” Austin whispered to me in full confidence, he felt like I was the kind of gal his mother always wanted for him, not someone like Vanessa.

“I wish I could’ve met her too.” I whispered back to him softly, I hated seeing him with tears in his eyes while he talked about his mom because I didn’t know how to comfort him.

“She was my whole world… my mama.” Austin rubbed his eyes and sniffed some tears, I tried cuddling closer to him.

Take my advice here: never date a mama’s boy.

“Why you? Why can’t he go back to dating women older than him? You’re only 18.” My mom nagged me, sometimes I felt bad because not only did she have to worry about me but also for my younger sibling, who were barely even teenagers.

“He’s not like you imagine, mami.” I tried excuses for my relationship, they didn’t even know him that well to judge him.

“Oh really? He’s just another damn white actor. Tu crees que tu papá va a dejar que te cases con alguien cómo Austin? (Do you think your father will allow you to marry someone like Austin?)”

I stayed silent, marriage had not been discussed by Austin and I, we were still in the honeymoon phase of the relationship. I was happy— we were happy. Out first Valentine Day’s was amazing and it made things finally official to everyone. Austin gave me this beautiful locket with his picture inside, great gift.

I think he also liked that things were pretty much private between us, I barely posted him on my Instagram since he barely posted me on his, he liked that I wasn’t loud, bitching and moaning about our relationship.

“Should I marry her?” Austin asked his older sister, Ashley, who was engaged herself.

“I don’t know, Aus. She’s not your type.” Ashley never really liked me, she was weirdly a Trump supporter and well— it’s not like Trump was the most inclusive person.

“She’s exactly my type, she’s not bossy or loud. She’s a brunette— well I would rather her being more natural and drop the jet black hair. But she’s exactly what I want.” Austin said.

“You do whatever you want, just remember that marriage ties you down. Don’t let her cut your wings.”

I was 19 years old— marriage was the last thing on my mind. I was happy with my career and surely acting in more stuff gave me more fame and people started to recognize me more. But every action has its consequences and not wrapping it before tapping it caught up to us.

Have you guys heard of shotgun weddings? Well us was in some way. But the wedding should be another part of this.

So, this is the beginning. Austin will be kind of an asshole just cause his behavior is kinda inspired by Elvis.

[kaydreamer]

Viva la Revolution

‘See ya tonight, sunshine.’

During the short walk to her apartment, Hope tried very hard to convince herself that Hancock’s invitation was just friendly drinks and not a date. She tried even harder not to think about how he’d apparently allocated her a pet name, and tried her absolute damndest to believe ‘sunshine’ was probably a term of endearment he used for every girl he took a fancy to.

Then the elevator door slid open, and her eyes fell upon the note he’d written her a few days prior, ‘Good morning, sunshine’ jumping out at her in that eye-catching script.

She groaned at herself. She was not doing this. She was not doing this. He was exactly her type, and her type was invariably bad for her.

She ran a hand through her hair and a small cloud of dust puffed out from it.

“Maybe I should take this shower cold,” she said to Dogmeat. He just tilted his head at her, then pointed his nose toward the pantry where she’d found dog food the last time they were here. She laughed, fetching a second tin and emptying it into a bowl for him as he danced around enthusiastically, splashing the floor with droplets of drool.

“You know, they say the easiest way to a person’s heart is through their stomach,” she said to the dog, as he inhaled the bowl of food. “That’s what this is. He cooked me one breakfast, and now I’ve gone insane.”

Hope left the apartment, refreshed and dust-free, just as the sun was dipping below the barricade outside. She’d decided to leave both Dogmeat and the Minutemen armour behind, telling Dogmeat to be a good boy and enjoy a relaxing snooze.

He hadn’t looked impressed, but he was an obedient fellow, dutifully sitting and watching as the elevator door slid shut.

She caught sight of Daisy as she approached the Third Rail, waving to her with a cheerful smile, which the ghoulish woman returned.

“It seems our illustrious mayor has taken a shine to you, General,” said Daisy.

“Just ‘Hope’ is fine,” she said, sheepish. “I’m sorry to pull him away from you.”

“Oh, that’s fine,” said Daisy. “He takes off like this every now and then. Not often he does it with a pretty thing like you on his arm, but I trust you’ll put him to good use. When are you heading out?”

“Dawn tomorrow,” said Hope. “We’re meeting for drinks at the Third Rail, to see us off.”

Daisy looked Hope up and down, a frown adding extra creases to the twisting lines of her face.

“You’re wearing that?”

It was such an old, familiar line, and so absurdly out of place in the apocalypse, that Hope had to stifle a laugh.

“It’s either this or go naked.”

Daisy’s eyes grew wide for a moment, then she broke into a peal of laughter. “Oh, he’d like that!” She took Hope's elbow. “Here, come with me.”

Daisy led Hope her over to her store and up a staircase to a second level - her home, as far as Hope could tell - where she began to sort through a drawer of clothes.

“You’re about my size, I think. Let’s see… Oh! This will work.” She spun around to Hope, holding a sky blue dress with white polka dots - well-pressed, pretty, and remarkably preserved. It was a playful design, sitting just above the knee, with a white sash around the middle. Daisy held it up in front of Hope and smiled. “Oh yes, that’s perfect. It used to bring out my eyes the same way… Wear this.”

“Daisy, I…” Hope took the dress in her hands, marvelling at it. It was the kind of dress she would have chosen for a summer picnic, or a day by the sea. Wearing it would be like stepping back in time.

“To be clear, I’m lending it to you,” said Daisy, firmly. “That means I want it back.”

Hope laughed, gratitude flooding her. “I remember what lending means, Daisy.”

“Good,” said Daisy. “You must be the only person in Goodneighbor who does.”

“Thank you,” said Hope. “It’s beautiful.”

“You be careful with it, now,” said Daisy. “It’s one of my favourites. Now, wait there. I think I have an old pot of eyeshadow somewhere…”

---

By the time Hancock reached the Third Rail, he was fighting down a nagging headache bought on by the sheer amount of mayoral bullshit he’d just spent the day slogging through. Giving speeches and looking roguishly dashing up on a balcony was one thing, but whoever knew running a town involved so much fucking paperwork?

But that was about to become Fahrenheit’s problem. At least for a while. Right now, his only job was to spend an evening charming his pretty new travelling companion - and mayoral bullshit or not, he intended to treat her to a good night out.

And so, he left his troubles at the door of the Rail, brushing down his coat and nodding to the bouncer, a tuxedo-clad ghoul named Ham, at the top of the stairwell.

“Evening, Hancock,” said Ham. “You’re in for a treat down there.”

“Oh?”

“You’ll see. Enjoy your night.”

His curiosity whetted, Hancock descended the staircase and cast his eyed around for Hope.

Hancock’s breath caught in his throat when he saw her. Hope was wearing a sunny blue dress with barely a fray on it, a crimped scarf decorating her hair. Her face was subtly done up as well, with a hint of gloss on her lips and powder to darken her eyes. She was perched on a stool by the stage, talking with Magnolia, leaning on the bar with a bright smile and looking like a vision from two hundred years ago.

He stood by the entrance for a few seconds too long, staring like a dumbstruck fool. He didn’t think there was a woman alive who could out-glamour the illustrious Magnolia, but Hope was doing a damn fine job of it.

Ham’s comment suddenly made perfect sense. A flirtatious grin bloomed across Hancock’s face as he cleared his throat, sauntering over to the bar.

“Why hello, ladies.”

“Mayor Hancock, what a pleasure,” said Magnolia, greeting him with a dazzling smile. “I’ve just been talking with your lovely new travelling companion. She’s quite the talent, did you know?”

“Not yet, but I’m lookin’ forward to learnin’,” said Hancock, as Hope flushed slightly. “May I offer you ladies a drink?”

“I’ll have to decline,” said Magnolia, graciously. “A professional always keeps her wits about her on stage. Well, I’ll leave you both to it, shall I?” She rose from her seat. “Lovely to meet you, Hope.”

Hancock held out a hand to Hope, tilting his head toward a couch with a good view of the stage.

“My favourite spot is free. Care to join me?”

She took his hand with a dazzling smile of her own. “I’d be glad to.”

Hancock dragged a low table over to the couch once she was seated, brushing off a rebuke from the potty-mouthed, bowler-hatted Mr Handy who tended the bar.

“C’mon, Charlie, you like caps. How are we supposed to enjoy dinner and all the drinks we’re gonna buy without a table?”

“You could choose one of the other bloody tables,” Charlie grumbled, in his rough Cockney accent, but he did return with two pints of beer.

Hancock raised his glass to Hope, drinking in the sight of her as deeply as the beer. 

“Goddamn, you look like ya walked out of a magazine. Where’d ya get that little number?"

“Daisy lent it to me.” The slight flush of her cheeks as she answered was delightful. 

“Hah! She tryin’ to kill me?”

Hope chuckled. “Well, considering I told her my only option other than the vault suit was walking in here naked…?”

Hancock shook his head as he huffed with silent laugher. “Cool, she’s not trying to kill me. That woulda killed me. You gotta remind me to thank her. Not that I don’t love the vault suit, but… damn. Now I feel underdressed.”

They both laughed, sipping their beer as Charlie floated back over with two plates of Brahmin roast and a gruff warning not to spill gravy on the couch.

Hope would also need to thank Daisy again for the dress. It was obviously doing things to Hancock, and although she knew she was playing a dangerous game, she was thoroughly enjoying every flattering glance he sent her way.

“So, indulge my curiosity for a sec,” said Hancock, draping his arm along the back of the couch as he turned to her. “You told me how you joined the Minutemen, but not why. People always got their reasons if they’re riskin’ their lives for a cause. Especially fresh outta a vault.”

Hope lifted her gaze slightly as she considered the question, chewing on a piece of roast brahmin. “It’s… I guess it’s just the kind of thing I assumed I’d be doing anyway, if the bombs ever fell, and I somehow survived them,” she said, with a slight shrug. “I used to be a park ranger, before the war. We have training in-"

Hancock’s brows flew up as he cut her off. “Woah, woah, woah, hold up. Before the war?”

She nodded. “Yeah. The vault I was in, it… they had us cryogenically frozen. I only woke up about a month ago.”

“Are you kiddin' me?” Hancock wore an expression of utter astonishment. “Daisy said you told her you were pre-war. She thought you were havin’ her on.”

Hope tilted her head, curious. “Is it that unusual?”

“Unless you’re a ghoul? Fuck yeah. Unusual doesn’t even begin to cover it. Never heard of a vault freezin’ people before. Did you know they were gonna do that?

Hope’s expression soured as a familiar tangle of emotions rose like bile. “No. It was some sort of… sick experiment,” she said, bitterly. “They were testing it on us. I was the only one who got out alive.” She looked down at the beer cradled in her hands. “The only one other than Shaun.”

Hancock leaned back, his dark eyes wide. “…Fuck. You went under pre-war and you just woke up to… this?” He made a sweeping motion with his arm, as though he meant to include the whole Commonwealth with the gesture. “That’s… wow.”

“You can’t even begin to imagine,” whispered Hope.

“Oh, I got a pretty good imagination.” Hancock winked at her with a cheeky grin, and she smiled half-heartedly, but it fell quickly from her face. She was watching the bubbles rising silently in her glass when Hancock spoke again, his voice soft. “…I bet this world feels like one never-ending bad trip you can’t wake up from, huh?”

His words struck a chord in her, and her breath hitched. “That’s exactly what it feels like.”

“I’m sorry, sister. That’s rough.”

“Yeah.” She look a long swig of her beer and shuddered. “But… I’m here now,” she said, summoning the dogged determination which had driven her since she’d stumbled out into the splintered remains of Sanctuary. “And as messed up as this world is, there are still decent people in it, trying to survive. And people like you, making it a little brighter,” she added, tilting her glass to him with a smile. “And I still have a job to do.”

“What job would that be?”

“To help rebuild,” she said, resolute. “Like I said, I was a park ranger.” Hancock frowned at the job title, looking confused, and Hope realised he probably had no clue what a park ranger was. “We worked in areas of wilderness, had training in all sorts of things,” she explained. “Survival, search and rescue, ecology, first aid, firearms. Pretty much everything you’d want to know if you were trying to survive and rebuild in a ruined world.

“Is that why you went into the vault?”

“Ugh, hell no.” Hope’s face twisted with distaste. “God, I hated Vault-Tec. And all their sick, cheery ads about how nice the fucking apocalypse would be if you just spend your life savings buying a room in a metal hole... But Nate - my brother - he was always arguing with me about it. Kept telling me that if the worst happened, the world would need skills like mine. It wasn’t until the bombs started falling that he told me he’d already signed me up with Nora and Shaun, and at that point I just… ran for it.” She looked away. “Just like everyone else.”

She took another large swig of beer. “When I crawled back out of there, I… I guess Nate’s words stuck with me. I’ve got a lot of useful skills. I should use them to help make things a little better for people.”

Hancock raised his glass. “I’ll drink to that, sister. Sounds like you’re already puttin’ ‘em to good use.”

“I’m a little late,” said Hope, ruefully.

“So you overslept by two hundred years, it happens. You’re here now.” Hancock’s cheeky grin returned. “Guess we got lucky.”

Hope felt her own cheeks warming as she smiled. “Anyway, that’s why I joined the Minutemen. When Preston explained to me what they were about, I knew I could help. Hell, I can make more of a difference now than I could before the war.”

Hancock looked at her for a moment. Not a sultry, undressing-her-with-his-eyes look, but a real, soul-searching gaze. “Ya know, I think I’m gonna enjoy travelin’ with ya.”

Hope’s heart skipped. She was touched, but she covered it quickly with a smirk. “And here I thought you only wanted to come so you could stare at my ass.”

Hancock chuckled. “Oh, I’ll be doin’ plenty of that too, don’t you worry.”

“Scoundrel.”

“Only with my eyes, sunshine. Unless you say otherwise.” He added the last part with a wink. “By the way, change of topic. I gotta know - what did Bobbi tell ya her job was all about?”

Grateful for the change of topic, she began slicing into her roast brahmin again. “At first, just digging,” she said, between mouthfuls. “No further explanation. Later? That we were breaking into the storeroom of the Mayor of Diamond City.”

Hancock barked out a laugh. “That bastard? Damn, If she had been tellin’ the truth, I would’a joined in. Still, I’m surprised,” he said. “You don’t strike me as the thievin’ sort.”

“Ordinarily? I’m not,” said Hope, trying a slice of mashed tato with a satisfied little hum. “But that guy had it coming. The way I saw the Upper Stands people in that settlement treating everyone else…?” She huffed. “And McDonough was the worst of them. He reminds me of the politicians we had before the war. Smooth talking and arrogant, out for themselves, damn everyone else.”

“Yeah, sounds exactly like him,” Hancock muttered.

“He told me the Minutemen were irrelevant to Diamond City.” She put on a nasally imitation of his voice, which had Hancock chortling. “‘Diamond city already has the best security in the Commonwealth,’ blah, blah, blah… He wouldn’t help Nick and I when we needed a key to search an abandoned Upper Stands house, either. Said he ‘valued the privacy’ of his voters. Never mind the fact that his city is tearing itself apart in fear of the Institute, and we had an actual lead which could help take the fight to them. Stealing from him seemed like it would be doing the world a favour.”

Hancock stood, clapping her on the shoulder. “And for that, sister, you’ve earned yourself a bottle of the top shelf whiskey.”

“Speakin’ of stealin’ shit,” said Hancock, as he returned from behind the bar with two shot classes and an amber bottle of pre-war whisky he’d been saving for a special occasion, “what’s the story with that line this mornin’ about bad influences?”

Hope took a swig of the whiskey, and an electric shiver zinged through Hancock when she moaned at the flavour.

“Ooh, that’s really nice,” she sighed. “God damn. Hmm. Where to start… How much do you know about the world before the bombs?”

“Not too much, but a bit more than most,” Hancock replied. “I spend a lot of time hangin’ around pre-war ghouls. Picked up a few stories here and there. From what I can tell, it was a hell of a lot nicer than this mess, but to hear Daisy talk, it was a long way from perfect.”

“It was fucking Eden compared to this mess,” said Hope, a shadow falling across her eyes. “The people in power were what spoiled it.” Hancock poured her another glass of whiskey and she knocked it back with another little shiver. “Thanks,” she said. Hancock smiled and gestured for her to continue, topping up her glass again. “I was a hippie,” said Hope. “And not just the chill-and-do-drugs kind of hippie - though I did a lot of that, too,” she added with a laugh. “I was one of the loud, outspoken hippies the people with power absolutely hated. Marched in anti-war protests, blocked traffic, broke into government storehouses, helped hack a few classified databases… even found myself in a riot or two.”

Hancock whistled in approval. Hope grinned and continued her story.

“I fell into that crowd because their ideals matched mine, and I loved the idea of that free, live-as-you-please way of life, but I never really intended for it to go as far as it did. I just… met the right people. The ones with a bit more passion, a bit more courage, who bought out those qualities in me. People like you,” she said, and Hancock felt his stomach flutter and plummet all at once, because what the fuck? He wasn’t that person, and he suddenly dreaded her finding that out. “My parents called them ‘bad influences’,” Hope continued. “I think they were the best people I ever met.”

She sipped at her whiskey again, a fierce, defiant edge to her expression.

“I lost my job over it. Got arrested at a protest. I wasn’t doing anything outright illegal - at least not that time - so they couldn’t charge me. But the good ol’ US government didn’t appreciate its employees speaking out against it. Can’t have a park ranger chanting about how violently annexing a peaceful neighbour for the sake of fucking resources is a shitty thing to do.” She looked up at him, and her sour frown turned into a sardonic grin. “It’s a bad look.”

They both laughed, and Hancock raised his glass in a toast toward her before knocking back its contents.

“You’re a pre-war fuckin’ hippie with a taste for revolution?” he said, eyes sparkling. “And you’re hot. How the fuck are you even real?”

“I could just be a hallucination,” she teased, leaning in. “Too much Daytripper and hard liquor. You could be talking to Charlie.”

Hancock absolutely lost it at that, melting into the couch as they both dissolved into helpless laughter.

“Fuckin’… goddamn,” he said, once he had breath enough to talk. “I’m gonna be real mad if this is all one big jet flashback.”

“Same,” said Hope, wiping away tears. “Fuck, I haven’t laughed so much since way before the war. I’m glad you’re coming with me.”

“Oh, you’re gonna have a hell of a time gettin’ rid of me,” said Hancock. He filled both their glasses raised his again. “You’ll have to forgive me butcherin’ how this is supposed to sound, it ain’t my line and I only heard it a few times from an old ghoul, but - viva la revolution!”

“Viva la revolution!” Hope echoed, in disjointed chorus. “Didn’t work out last time, but hey,” she winked, passion and fire glinting through the bar light reflected in her eyes. “This time, I’m building an army.” 

She knocked back her whisky again.

“Round. Fucking. Two.”

Chapter 5

Chapter 7

[bitter69uk]

Heartfelt gratitude to the attendees of last night’s Lobotomy Room cinema club presentation of Butterfield 8 (1960) at Fontaine’s! Some musings based on my introduction: Butterfield 8 is the story of the doomed love affair between a Manhattan call girl and a rich married man. (Seriously – who among us can’t relate?). Sure, the film has a terrible reputation but that’s what this film club is for - reappraising “bad” movies. I’d argue Butterfield 8 is juicy, irresistible good fun. If it’s trash, Butterfield 8 is the acme of trash. Rewatching it, I was struck by the persistent strain of melancholy throughout the film. You just know it’s all going to end tragically. The opening moments of Elizabeth Taylor waking up alone, hungover and naked in bed, donning a white slip, sparking the first cigarette of the day and prowling around silently feels like something out of a European art movie. It boasts snappy, biting quotable dialogue. Considering it was made during the Hays Code, it’s a genuine attempt by a Hollywood film to tackle adult content like adultery, premarital sex, promiscuity and prostitution. (It does what it could get away with at the time). As discussed, Taylor hated the script and only took this role begrudgingly (it was her final contractual obligation with MGM, liberating her to make Cleopatra with 20th Century Fox), but you’d never guess from the raw emotion, glamour and sensuality of her performance. Butterfield 8 captures Elizabeth Taylor at her most “Elizabeth Taylor”. She deserved that Oscar, damn it! It also gloriously captures the fashions and décor of 1960: pink marble bathrooms. Powder blue telephones. Swanky cocktail lounges with red flocked wallpaper, gilt-framed mirrors and chandeliers. Bouffant hairstyles. Cocktail dresses with plunging necklines. Full-length mink coats. (Boy, does that mink coat cause a lot of trouble!). Squint your eyes, and Laurence Harvey and Dina Merrill anticipate Don and Betty Draper of Mad Men. There’s no April film club (I’ll be attending the Viva Las Vegas Rockabilly Weekender) but see you again in May. Now go brush your teeth with scotch and scrawl a message on a mirror with pink frosted lipstick!

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 8

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The stylist jabs you with another pin and you bite down on the grunt. You don't want to make this any more difficult than Lloyd already has. His planning, while exhaustive, is not entirely practical. You hear his whistling from behind you. You can't look back as the blonde twists and tugs your hair.

The compartment of the plane allows little breathing room and you feel crowded by the seats and the bodies all around you. Two make up artists working on your face as you're yanked at like a puppet. Another woman steaming the dress, a hazardous task in the air you suspect. You struggle to keep your bearings as the flurry has you dizzy.

As the women deem you suitably dolled up, the gown is presented to you. A simple white sheath that drapes across the chest with a skirt the wraps and splits from the thigh. It's not entirely your taste but it's better than leather or sequins. You let the stylists help you into it, straps to thin to keep on your thick bra, and you reluctantly let your chest loose beneath the charmeuse.

"Almost there, Mrs. Hansen," Lloyd declares as the light dings and all are drawn to the signal. Seatbelts until you touch down. You can barely believe, rather force yourself to accept, that the time has come.

You face Lloyd as he gestures you to one of the ivory seats and you restrain the surprise at his appearance. You'd been so distracted by your own primping, you hadn't noticed his own. A white wedding suit with a red vest. Tailored perfectly to his figure. Oddly refined. You could admit, at least to yourself, that he looked good.

You sit and pull the seat belt across. You'll have to wait till you're back on solid grown to force on the strappy heels. His hand settles on yours, causing you to flinch and he toys with the wring on your finger, lifting it to admire the large diamonds. He leans in to kiss your knuckle.

"This is it, doll face, the first day of the rest of our lives."

"Please, I'm nauseous enough," you grumble.

"Ah, come on, every girl dreams about her wedding day. And you get a whole second one," he taunts, "now that's just being spoiled, isn't it?"

"Sure," you utter and stiffen. You didn't exactly ask for this. He got his pre-nup, he could just shove another contract under your nose to sign.

"Don't be like that, babe, we're gonna celebrate," he leans against you, "I mean, you can't drink, but I can make up for that by fucking you silly."

"Lloyd," you lower your voice as you glance around.

"Ah, don't you wanna choke, daddy? Hmm? Like our little vacation? That was fun. Smack me around--"

"Shhh," you hush him, "I'm gonna smack you right now."

"Oh, please, mistress, mark me up good," he snickers.

You shush him again and turn away, looking out the window. This is it. The final white flag. You surrender to this man and his stupid mustache.

💎

A Vegas wedding chapel. You can't say you never saw yourself there. In fact, with Colin, your budget was so small you married in the backyard with his family to witness and disapprove of the entire affair. Worse, you didn't get a single piece of the cake. Even the slice you save in the freezer for your anniversary was ruined after the fridge burnt out.

You stand before the altar shaped like a Roman plinth with a bright red heart attached to it. You must look so stupid. Not as bad as the couple in the empty pews. They must have the next slot, you scoff to yourself.

The man in his Viva Las Vegas Tee and the woman in a pepto pink sundress. They're both older and mismatched. Likely the least odd couple in the city even so. The man, even sitting down, towers over the squat woman with her breast in a generous display, nearly three times as wide as the strawlike man.

As you look at them, the woman smiles and waves, her heavily blushed cheeks rounding. You return the smile awkwardly and return your attention to the drawl of the barely awake officiant. Lloyd clears his throat and gives you a pointed look, his hands tightening around yours.

"Do you Marion Lloyd Hansen take this woman to be your lawfully wed wife?" The droopy eyed man asks.

Your lips part. Marion? You blink as Lloyd says I do dismissively, as if to brush over his name. Your turn comes before you can think of a snappy remark, too amused as you choke on your laughter.

You barely keep your guffaws below the surface. This whole thing has to be a joke. You really just can't believe any of it is real.

"Alright, I do," you say nonchalantly.

The officiant continues, going through his script and prompts the groom to kiss the bride. You nearly evade the pucker but let Lloyd plant one on your lips. He takes you off kilter as he wraps you in his arms and bends you backward, poking his tongue between your lips shamelessly.

You finally wrestle him off you and regain your balance. You slap his chest and keep him at bay, "Jeez, calm down."

"Come on, baby, we got paperwork to do," he slings his arm over your shoulders and leads you down the aisle, "oh, and a few introductions." He stops you beside the middle pew and turns, "ma, pop–"

You wince, taken aback. Okay, he's playing a trick. This really isn't true. He's set this all up to fuck with you.

"Oh, darling," the woman bounces to her feet, "it's so nice ta finally meet ya," she nears and claps her hands on your cheeks her long acrylics poking you sharply. She plants a kiss on you as the man stands stiffly.

"Son," the tall man greets, "nice ta get a ticket down for the event."

"Dad," Lloyd shakes the man hand. As imposing as Lloyd is, he stands a head shorter than his father and a head above his mother. "Couldn't leave you out."

"Oh, I'm so happy my boy's found his lady," his mother chimes, "now, I'm Dotty and this is my lover boy, Harlan."

"Dear," the man says abashedly and nods at you with beet red cheeks, "pleasure, little lady."

"Uh, you too," you sputter, "Lloyd didn't tell me you were coming in for the wedding."

"Ah, he's a sweetheart," Dotty exclaims as he wiggles in place, "he says ma, how about I fly ya out to the casinos and I said you know that's a bad idea but then he said it was special, so… we'd do anything for our boy, don't you know?"

"Ma," Lloyd warns.

"What, pookie," she chides, "I waited so long for a daughter and oh, I can't wait to take her round the tables. They always say you got good luck on your wedding day."

"Uh, yeah, I mean, they say a lot of things," you utter.

"We gotta sign the contract," Lloyd interjects, "then we'll go to dinner like I promised."

"Oooh, I love a buffet," Dotty rubs her palms together, "and dear, you look like you can keep up."

You crook a brow and restrain a chuckle. Not exactly the Hansen stock you expected.

💎

You peel a strip of meat from the chicken wing and pop it in your mouth, a napkin tucked in the top of your dress to keep the sauce from dripping. You doubt you'll walk away unscathed. Dotty has some of the glaze in the corner of her fuschia painted lips but hardly seems bothered as she gnaws on the bone.

She drops it on her plate and wipes her fingers. She leans on her elbows as she balls the napkin in her hands.

"You know, we're so proud of Marion– Sorry, Lloyd," she corrects herself as Lloyd clinks his fork loudly, "anyway, him goin' off to Harvard and all that. But we were worried. He works too much, never got time for girls."

"Mmhmm," you take in all in, enjoying the unnerving twist. Lloyd really does know how to surprise you.

"And such a nice one," she smiles, "so," she takes a slurp of soda, "when's the baby comin'? Do we know if it's a boy or girl?"

"Baby," Lloyd chokes, "what– how–"

"I know a pregnant lady when I see one," Dotty insists, "absolutely glowing with a shade of miserable."

"Erm, well, it's early so we–"

"Lots of time, lots," she sings, "oh, let's not worry about the youngin yet. It's your wedding night and we gotta party it up."

"Ma," Lloyd tuts again.

"Promise we won't get too wild," she grins at him. You see where he gets that from, "just enough to have some fun."

"Son, your ma's grown. Same with the wife, they'll be just fine," the man's placid tone lulls you, "'sides, we got some catching up to do."

[harrystiddess]

DRUMMER GIRL

PART II

A/N: If my scenarios before bed were a fanfic haha

WORD COUNT: I’m bad at math

SUMMARY: She's a drummer and a cop and he's in need of a drummer. Will she "stick" with his offer?

DRUMMER GIRL SERIES

Content Warning: None as of yet!

Read Part I here

HARRY’S POV

H: I think I just found us a drummer

Jeff: While taking a walk on the streets?

H: …Yes..

Jeff: When can they audition?

H: Actually tonight 7pm at Bardo’s

Jeff: They have a gig or something?

H: Sort of…

Jeff: Alright, I’ll meet you at your place then?

H: Uhm Actually I’ll be going early…

Jeff: To the venue? Why are they a friend?

H: No she’s not a friend and I’m juts going to get her flowers that’s all

Jeff: 👀

H: Here we go again

Jeff: Hahaha I’m joking chill man

H: you’re annoying

Jeff: I know 💁🏻‍♀️

6:30 PM Same Day

I’ve been pacing back and forth, I even drank chamomile Tea which I hate- but nothing seems to calm me down. Only this sentence playing through my head. “Harry Styles is going to fucking watch you play tonight”

It’s almost show time but i can’t see him anywhere. I would be lying if I said I haven’t been peeking through the curtain to find him. Even though he seemed a little full of himself I couldn’t bury the pure excitement I was feeling. As I take a good last peek for the last time, I spot Jeff. Great. Even though I knew he’d be there, it was just enough to tip off my anxiety.

I go back and quickly fix my make up and wear the last bit of my outfit.

The only good thing about tonight was that I was wearing All leather and thigh high boots. Tonight’s outfit- was my dream come true.

I’m the first one to walk out to the crowd screaming. It wasn’t a huge crowd, just about 100 people.

I walk in, bow down and I take a seat on my throne. (A/N: The seat of a drum kit is called a Throne)

As the others make their entry on stage I take my time to find Harry. He looks curious as if he were genuinely interested in my talent.

It was time for us to start, which we did with a classic “Viva La Vida” by Coldplay followed by imagine dragons and songs the bad wrote.

At the end of the hug, the crowd was left in awe. Tonight’s gig was a big hit.

After all of us take the last bow and take the crowds leave, we all go backstage getting our gear back in, to go to the bar and celebrate.

I come back out with Elle laughing about me tripping when I realise that Harry and Jeff are walking towards be. Harry has a bouquet in his hands. Bouquets of white daises. It was quite funny because Whute Daisies are my favourite flowers and there was no way he knew that unless..

“Hi” he says breathing out

“Hi”

“You were fucking amazing”

“Was I really? Or you’re just desperate for a drummer”

“I wouldn’t say I’m desperate, but you were phenomenal”

“Thankyou” I say chuckling

“Oh and I got these for you”

“White daisies” I say looking at them fondly smelling them and inhaling some pollen causing me to sneeze

I can hear them chuckle but I pretend I don’t.

“Uh Ava, this is Jeff my Manager, and Jeff this is Ava, the drummer girl” he introduced us.

“Nice to meet you” I say shaking his hand.

Jeff… he seems different than I thought. He’s.. welcoming. And has got a warm radiance in general.

“Let’s get a table?”

Everyone nods in agreement as we get seated on the table.

Oh and try is is Elena, my bestfriend and the guitarist of this band.

We all get seated and order a round of drinks.

“So Ava, what do you do? You a drummer of this band?”

“No actually.. Korid, their drummer is sick so I’m just covering for him. I’m actually a cop”

“A cop” Harry raises his eyebrows

“Well not exactly. But low key yes”

“That sounds very important”

“I mean it has its ups and downs” I say laughing

“So we definitely would love and I mean this in a way that if we have you as an employee, we’d go places we couldn’t reach before” said Jeff stepping in.

“Having you in the Love Band, would be like a miracle”

By looking at my unsure face he begins again “And we’re ready to negotiate. If you’re willing to still be a cop and do both at the same time, we’re ready to adjust”

The minute he said that it was like every problem in my world had been resolved. Not literally but the main pressing issue had been.

“I’m listening” you say with a wide smirk looking at Harry knowing that he knows that the deal is established and closed.

“We would love for you to come to the studio, we can talk terms, legalities, your pay and everything else”

I look at Elena for confirmation as if I was hesitating. Which I was. This was a huge step. Good for me but regardless a huge step. She nodded at me holding my hand making sure I knew that she supported me an thought that this was good for me.

“Alright. I’m in”

The minute I said that I could see Harry’s face light up like a damn glowstick. He had an expression I couldn’t quite decode but he was definitely happy and satisfied. And so was I. I’ve dreamed of this moment, infact even written fanfics about this moment for years. And this mine couldn’t compare to either of them.

We talked for a bit, decided that I’d come over to the studio tomorrow to close the deal and meet the rest of the bandmates. I exchanged numbers with Jeff as we bid our goodbyes. What surprised me was that Harry asked me for a picture. With him. He was the star! It sounded absolutely ridiculous. He knew I was thinking that but we clicked a picture anyways. As it turns out, it was his plan all along.

“Could you send me that picture?”

“I don’t have your contact”

“That’s alright you can give me yours, I’ll text you” he said with subtle smirk and smug look on his face.

“Uhm yeah” I say as he hands his phone to me.

We bid our goodbyes, and I head home. The second I enter my flat, my phone rings, notifying me of a text.

I just couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he gave me White Daises. It was a little too good to be a coincidence. But there’s no way he have known, right?

The minute I enter my flat I get a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: “Drummer Girl 😉” I like it

I can’t help but smile at it. He’d think I wouldn’t notice him referring to me as the drummer girl. But putting that as my contact name in his phone probably just proved it

[foxes-that-run]

2024 Haylor timeline

Timeline Tag, or back to 2023

1 January - 17 HSleaks - Guess I’m alright, One and only Voice note, Spanish Girl.

3 January - Harry in the Caribbean with TR. Taylor LA.

6 January - lately leak on it’s and their break up anniversary. Rumour H is in LA. Taylor wore Cartier Necklace out with Brittney Mahomes

7 January -Taylor at Golden Globes in LA. Lip Readers watched conversation with Selena which was gossip about Timothy

11 January - Harry bought stake in SS Daley. Taylor in NY zebra top & sunglasses at night

12 January - reports Travis and Taylor are fighting more football (Tayvis/Waglor Timeline)

15 January - HS too much sauce leaked.

17 January - Deux Moi H LA 6 - 16 January

19 January - a photo of TR with Jeff at LOT Wembley last June.

20 January - Joe, TR and Zayn at Loewe show at Paris FW, some guy gives TR a neck rub. Stalker arrested at Taylor’s NY apartment

22 January - a stalker was charged for harassing Harry :( after he came back to  London earlier. TS stalker on the same day

28 January - inappropriate viral deep fake images of Taylor. X bans ‘Taylor Swift’ search. TK kiss Back to Nashville after 10 hours.

30 January - Taylor search on now kiss viral. 

1 February - Harry’s 30th birthday.

4 February - Grammys, LA TTPD announced

5 February - Joe Alwyn whinging he dated TS. Joe liked tweet about it.

7 February - eras Tokyo, Holy Ground/Dear Reader. Says “I’ve been working on Tortured Poets since right after I turned in Midnights …I’ve been working on it for about two years, I worked on it throughout the US tour”. Tyler shared snippet of music.

9 February - Travis Kelce hasn’t spoken to Taylor in a week since the Grammys, didn't know the rest of the line in Karma or what country she was in and said he felt the power of his beard.

11 February - TK wins the Super Bowl. Taylor fly's Tokyo-LV-Melbourne to be there and drunk dances. TK yelled at and pushed the coach then partied after kids were killed at parade for Chiefs. Harry wears a packers beanie at dinner with TR. Taylor makes ick face when TK screams 'Viva Las Vegas'

14 February - Blind item that TR is calling paps, they are then not seen together again for a month.

15 February - Daily Mail: “Put the beer down, Travis - it's not IF Taylor dumps you... but WHEN: After the coach bashing, drunken disorder and tone-deaf post-shooting selfies, image-obsessed Swift will now shake off brand Kelce”

16 February- Melbourne,  Red and YLM

17 February - rumors Joe cheated in October 2021. Taylor said “a song to match the moment” and played Getaway Car / August / TOSOTD then TIMT

18 February - Taylor “Melbourne, you are the love of my life”. Surprise songs - CBBH (3rd ever play) and Daylight mashup then teardrops on my guitar on piano. Harry then went to a Man U football game (in pants without elastic!!) smiling!!!! With Sony CEO.

20 February - Taylor dinner in Sydney. Harry train London - Paris, bodyguard Paddy indicates work. FW next week

23 February - Travis comes to Australia, not for the 4 days Taylor had off but when she went back to work. Taylor fly's jet back to the US to bring Travis and friend to Australia. Taylor goes to the Zoo twice, once with the band and once with Travis. Travis rents a silver Lamborghini and drives it too fast and runs red lights in the Sydney CBD. Travis comes to one concert. Scott Swift again lined up TK for a photo ops to kiss Taylor. Surprise songs HYGTG and White Horse/Coney Island mash up with Sabrina Carpenter.

24 February -  Gemma has a baby! 8 months after Harry sung Sweet Creature at Wembley. 💚 Travis flys back to the US to attend a Chiefs party, left noon the day after the show. His total flight time was 26+ hours to spend 51 hours in Australia. Counting return time for the jet the time in air was longer than he spent in Australia. IION/IWYW and Haunted/exile.

26 February - Columbia records shares a TikTok of empty as it was scene ‘where you want to go?’

27 February - Scott Swift punches a pap in Sydney. Harry at trader Joes in L.A..

2 March - Taylor plays IDWLF/Dress and Mine/Starlight. At the Brit awards Roman Kemp pranks Calvin Harris to drink a drink called Harry Styles Bath water, a Saltburn joke. This all happened almost on the anniversary of the Shake an Apple of a Tree Tweet

3 March - TR play opens in NY, Harry doesn’t go. He was in L.A.

6 March - DBATC/Babe surprise songs. TKs BFF unfollows Taylor

7 March - blind item rumor boybander and GF seeing other people.

8 March TK at the Singapore show, brings a friend and manager, TK texting during IKYWT. Sparks fly/ gold rush and false god/slut surprise song. Harry back in London, TRs play was on from 3-31 in NY, Harry did not attend. Pleasing ‘Single at last’. Jacks album released, Taylor didn’t mention.

9 March - TK at last eras for 2 nights looks bored, a bit dazed with glasses in dark, phone taken off him, no kiss at end.

10 March - highly publicised that Taylor and Travis attended exclusive Gucci post Oscars party where photos are banned, Taylor not seen. 5 days later a photo of Travis holding an Oscar inside the Gold party…. No Taylor… TK liked photo with trump

12-14 March - TK no Taylor at Justin Timberlake concert and lunch. Taylor hasn’t been seen since Singapore.

14 March - Eternals 2, a marvel movie starring Harry was cancelled because the studio is focusing on movies that are assured success.

14 March - Harry backstage at Mitch’s show in NY!! TRs play was on 10 mins away, she came after, arriving at 9:30/10, they left before encore with TR look to be arguing, Harry was walking alone an hour later. First time seen in a month. New leaked angle of MSG Karaoke with Harry and Taylor - maroon added as a surprise song to eras film

15 March -Harry walking around NY with TR and separately with Maxwell Ritz. And at the white cube gallery.

16 March - page 6 reports Bob Iger who paid Taylor $70m for the eras movie, says saw TS & TK in no photo event.

17 March - Harry in Brooklyn at townhouse with TR with bag, last sighting for another month. Taylor repeats Joe in Bahamas holiday with TK for beach. 300 photos from Backgrid drop at once and TMZ video.

19 March - Harry returns to London. Seen carrying a white rose with James Cordon.

20 March - on his podcast TK talked about babies life&style. Blind item that Taylor doesn’t appreciate narrative contribution.

22 March - Harry in UK studio RAK. Taylors flight goes via KC>LA. TK Cleveland funeral

24 March - Taylor seen for the first time in a week at Nobu with Travis, Taylor stern words. TK sweatpants with holes. The 300 Bahama's photos all drop the next day.

26 March - TR VF article where she says “My work is the most interesting thing to me, so that’s what I’ll say about that.” And talks about finding safety for herself, in August she talked about safety within a relationship.

28 March - Harry swan lake London, later hosts football party and runs from paps

1 April - TK and umbrellor arrive in LA, plane flew L.A.-Nashville-Philly (his brother)-L.A. for Easter, Taylor not seen for a week, not at iHeartawards. TR Columbia

5 April - Taylor L.A diner Barney’s diner no TK

6 April - Taylor releases Apple Music playlists of her own songs in stages of grief. Video emerges of Joe saying his co stars Alison’s name in a love scene (in the Final Cut of CWF episode 3, (at 11:55 in) Character name is Frances (and Joe says F Frances at 12:10). He threw a party in Taylor’s house with the co star on 19 April 22,  Taylor’s 22 Brit award is in photo. Harry in L.A. Airport.

7 April - rumour Taylor’s jet went to Nashville. Photo of TR in Columbia.

8 April - LT Larry denial got him lots of media.

9 April - Taylor seen in a car LA TK dinner

10 April - second sighting of Harry in L.A.

11 April - Harry pictured at Masters golf torment, Niall also there! Taylor “recently” with Selena, Sabrina. TK graduation, blind drinking too much.

12 April - DM: “Taylor Swift must be getting sick of this” about TK, Taylor & TK sushi park in the evening.

13 April - Taylor and TK at Coachella, watch bleachers and ice spice, TK very possessive manhandling, picking her up, shaking and smothering her. Taylor looks out of it, happy

15 April - Harry & TR Japan sighting. 

19 April - TTPD, Harry seen in Japan. Taylor posted short with TK included (Tarry timeline)

20 April - Harry seen in Japan with TR, TR seen at airport on 24th last TR sighting w H. Later reports broke up then.

25 April - Taylor, Gigi, TK & Bradley Cooper (Gigi's partner) dinner in California. Blind MH didn't sign an NDA and there is mutually assured destruction.

27 April - TK and Taylor at Mahomes charity event, Travis embarrassing, yells viva Las Vegas again and Taylor looks intoxicated /out of it while he pulls her along. TK party no TS in Vegas. Plane flew to LA then Nashville next day (Taylor wore the Cartier necklace to after party)

29 April - Harry seen in London

3 May - Taylor on way to London ahead of first Paris show 9 May. Travis seen at a Chainsmokers gig within 2 hours.

4 May - blind item “There is just nothing that is not forced in the relationship between the former boy bander and the model/actress. Every tabloid was basically force fed relationship stories about the pair just three days before the Met Gala. There is nothing real about the relationship.”

6 May - Harry on a lime bike London not with TR at met gala. TK parting alone again. Taylor not seen since charity thing

8 May - Taylor arrived in Paris, meaning she probably stayed in London for 5 days.

9 May - new eras setlist with TTPD in Paris. IION/OOTW, loml. Harry looks happy in London. Harry goes to the London ballet with the 1D and TPWK Choreographer

11 May - Taylor seen traveling to hotel in Paris. Harry London in I like to watch shirt.

12 May - TK eras last Paris show only. Alchemy/treacherous and Begin again/paris, said BA was was memory of MV in Paris

14 May - Deux Moi reports Tarry ended

15 May- Harry at Kacey Musgrave concert alone

17 May - Taylor and TK in Lake Como, wears Cartier Necklace. Not seen with TK for a month after this. First show in Stockholm, asks Paramore to play Misery Business. Plays I think he knows/ Gorgeous and part of DBTAC. Plays Peter on piano and says it is one of her favorite songs on TTPD and would only play it for a crowd she is absolutely in love with.

18 May - Taylor’s 89th show, Stockholm, played GAS, Say don’t go/Welcome to NY/Clean, LK tweeted Still your Boy lyrics about loving someone who is there when you are flawed. Harry in London

19 May Harry and TR broke up last month: Sun & Mirror

20 May - tarry break up picked widely, rumor Harry in Italy

21 May - Harry seen in Italy. Taylor Mia 5 days between shows in Stockholm and Spain, unverified rumor Taylor in Ibiza (reported local media) and reddit jet people think TK flew from us for 1.5 days.

23 May - Harry went kitchenware shopping in Rome wearing a Blur ‘modern life is rubbish’ he also wore in 2014.

24 May - Harry Italy Taylor said 70 in Betty speech then played CBBH/the other side of the door/The way I Loved You and FOTS/High Infidelity. First time TWILY was played in 14 years.

25 May -  Taylor flew to London after show, not seen

26 May - Travis booed at NBA playoffs

28 May - Harry seen in Florence, rumored there the day before and back to Rome.

29 May - Harry Rome

31 May - Taylor seen at Kit Kat Club in London. Photos of Travis with Margaret and the Mahomes with Jack leak. Taken in Taylor’s break. No photo sighting h lake Como

7 June - Taylor in Edinburgh, Harry still in Italy

8 June - plans for Harry to renovate houses lodged, will take 2 years,  reinstating and entire new floor

11 June - Taylor dinner in London with Kate Moss, Stella McCartney, Andrew Scott, Phoebe Waller-Bridge, Cara Delevingne, Lena Dunham and Mert Alaş, who shot the "reputation" album cover.

13 June - Simon Cowell interview, regretted giving 1D their name

14 June - Taylor played This is What you Came for Mashed up with Gold Rush, then YLM/Great War.

15 June - Last show before 16 June Temper Trap anniversary, in Liverpool Taylor played Carolina/No Body No Crime then Manuscript mashed with Red and looked really sad. LK tweeted a sad Poem about a moving on from a break up. :( :(

16 June - Joe interview shades Taylor by omission. Deux Moi thinks Harry in NY

21 June - Taylor’s first Wembley eras show. TK files in from Cannes the day of show. Prince William and kids too. Deux moi reports rumour Harry has been in London for a week leaving the box with different people.

23 June - Travis attends Eras, had not been seen with Taylor for 5 weeks. Went on stage in the Clara bow dancer part forcing Taylor on stage for ICDIWABH at last Wembley before August. Surprise songs Us. With Gracie Abrams, then OOTW/IION/Clean, looked emotional. Harry seen at The Smile concert in Rome with Kid Harpoon and Alessandro. Rumour he had been in Italy the whole time.

24 June - Harry at market in Rome

25 June - Harry, Kid Harpoon and Nicolai seen in Rome.

28 June - Taylor in Dublin, no TK. daily mail reports taylor working on new album and tour… would bring contract to 6 and 2 so maybe the end of it. Harry not seen since Rome. Taylor played This love x ours and DWOHT. Travis Kelce parties in LA with Leo DiCaprio. Weird photo with taylor that week. Harry grocery shopping in Italy. Speculation he would join Shania Twain at Glastonbury, she said he should replace her Brad Pitt line

3 July - Italian media says Harry has an Italian GF, Deux moi reports it on the 4th. Taylor plays GAS and Question..?

5 July - billboard reports Harry working on new album and includes him a list of 2025 Glastonbury headliner potentials. Taylor plays imgonnagetyouback x dress ; You are in love x Cowboy like me in Amsterdam.

6 July - TK eras. on 14 July Keleigh teller posts photo from that night. Harrys photographer and members of his team in UK

9 July - Travis arrives back in LA and blinds immediately posted that he is using Taylor for fame and hooking up on Onlyfans model with cameras. InTouch soon runs article reporting that he followed and unfollowed Madeline Hope from TikTok. Madeline used August as a sound on her most recent TikTok.

12 July - HARRY IS ON STAGE WITH STEVIE NICKS!!!! To mark Christine McVies birthday, who was a friend and bandmate of Stevie’s in Hyde Park they performed Landslide and Stop dragging my heart around in the encore.

13 July - Taylor played The 1 x Wonderland

14 July - Harry at Euro final with James and Ben. Lots of photos. Louis and Ed also there. Taylor played Getaway Car x OOTW.

16 July - people article from the 2nd goes to print and Keleigh teller posts old photos from the 6th with Travis same day…

17 July - rumour Harry in Scotland for golf masters , not photographed.

18 July -Harry London “as I was leaving I spotted Lewis Capaldi and Dermot O'Leary visiting Harry at home” later quote in Daily Mail. The fake snow was seen 18 July when Renee Zellweger was visited by her BF on set. Travis at Germany show, his 13th, same number of games she attended. Started training camp after.

21 July - fans tell post about seeing Harry in a village in italy with assistant Luis and creative director Molly.

27 July - Fans post Harry in London, MIA 11 days.

28 July - Taylor played Haylor mashups both Munich nights.

29 July - 3 children are killed at a Taylor Swift dance class in the UK, a 17 year old is arrested. Taylor posts her sympathies. Harry photos on lime bike London.

1 August - TN unloyal swiftie playlist, 13 songs, Doretha is track 7

2 August - Harry seen by fan in London

4 August - Taylor said “I’m in a fantastic mood” in Warsaw, Harry said the same thing N2 of Coachella. After champagne problems Taylor played with making the crowd loud/quiet in the way Harry does too. Surprise songs included Maroon, it had been the SS on that date in August also.

5, 6 August - photo, video of Harry in London leaving cafe then walking the next day

7 August- Harry’s vogue cover unveiled at British National Portrait Gallery on Two Ghosts 7th anniversary. 3 people were arrested for an ISIS plot against an eras show in Vienna and Taylor cancels Vienna shows.

9 August - Harry London. Third person arrested for planned Vienna attack. Harry goes to Five Guys London with Olivia Dean

10 August - Harry at James Corden's play closing night London. He’s seen 4 days in a row wearing the same maroon shorts.

13 August - Taylor party in London with Eras team. Fans comment negatively that she partied before making a statement about cancelled shows. Harry complimented a fan on an Eras tour shirt and seen in London in red shorts

16 August - Harry in London with Fred Again. Taylor has Ed at Eras and performs EHC/End Game/Thinking out loud.

17 August - Harry seen with Fred Again again in London. 4 days in the same shorts. Later walking with Pauli and Yaffra at night

18 August - Harry with the HAIM sisters!!!!

20 August - Taylor has Florence Welch join her on stage at the last eras show to perform Florida and Jack for Getaway car

21 August - daily pap walks from Harry in London. Daily mail later says Taylor arrived RI

22 August- Harry seen with Florence Welch and Cillian Murphy, (from Dunkirk) at Fontaine’s gig in London

24 August - Taylor, TK, Blake Ryan and Mahomes Photographed on balcony of her RI house. Daily mail say Travis there Friday-Sunday. First time Taylor has been papped in that house in 11 years. Ran that day with TMZ Exclusive: "Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce: Reunited in Rhode Island After Several Cruel Weeks of Summer!!!" Blake and Ryan there also. Britney Mahomes was getting bad press for liking a GOP tweet and Blake unpopular for being awful.

25 August - Taylor Swift has RI party with Gigi Hadid, Jason Kelce, Travis Kelce, Bradley Cooper, Ryan Reynolds, Zoe Kravitz, Channing Tatum, Patrick Mahomes. Blind that Blake made sure the paps knew she was there. DM: “EXCLUSIVE Blake Lively enjoys lavish 37th birthday bash at Taylor Swift's Rhode Island mansion as she faces cancellation” Later, Taylor and Travis rumoured at Gillette Stadium for the Kenny Chesney concert, photo grainy and far

Rumour Harry in Manchester, Niall has a show there at the Co-op live. Chris Martin played The 1, Love Story and Shake it Off at Coldplay Vienna concert, said The 1 was his favourite Taylor Swift song.

26 August - HARRY AND ANNE AT NIALL’s show at Co-op live in Manchester. Dances, takes video during Stockholm. Earlier seen with Andre 3000

29 August - Harry in London in morning with people who have a podcast and at Kalorama festival in Madrid with Yaffra in evening, photo with band The Kills who share he’s there. Rumour Taylor filming music video at cathedral in Portugal.

31 August - Harry in vip tent at Kalorama with Sam Smith. Olivia dean played. body guard with him. Harry left after Sam smiths set. A fan asked Jack who is William Bowery and he laughed and shrugged. Gemma told Sunday Times Harry came to babysit while she did photo shoot for an article. Sarah posted a photo of herself with both her and Mitches kids, first time baby seen. Video of Harry leaving as Olivia Dean enters the tent and hugs someone, red haired lady leaves then too, show was ending. Daily mail reports Taylor not at Britney Mahomes birthday party. She Hasn’t been seen since Ri.

2 September - NFL includes Taylor 5 times in 28 second promo for season return. Would require contract to use her image.

3 September - Daily Mail: “Travis Kelce's team call in lawyers over leaked 'contract' that claimed to reveal the exact date his relationship with Taylor Swift would end: Fake PR 'strategy document' spread online gave illusion their year-long love story was a sham” Taylor’s team does not comment, Taylor unseen. Travis does media. Date was 28 September!

4 September - Harry back in London photos with fans in pleasing kissing swan jumper. Travis Taylor break up contract went viral and picked up by a lot of media.

5 September - Taylor at Chiefs game alone. Obvious filler. went straight to game from airport, flew from NYC. Plane went to Nashville during game

6 September- Taylor Travis ny dinner. Blind Item #4 "The A+ list singer knew she had to go big last night if she wanted those rumors to take a back seat for the night."

7 September - Taylor wore Cartier necklace to electric lady, took Travis who was in all black Vivian Westwood. Karlie Kloss also there. Blind Item #3 "You know how the NFL player was going to call in everyone to look into the whole fake document thing. No one has been called in."

8 September - Taylor, Travis, Britney and Patrick Mahomes, Danielle and este Haim and Travis manager at the US open. Taylor hugs Britney, swiftie twt is incredibly disappointed, retweeting Taylor’s tweets from 2020 and miss Americana to highlight the difference from supporting Biden to hugging someone trump thanked days before. Travis and Britney wear matching obviously branded Gucci. Taylor and Travis dance and act over the top, Britney mahomes looks embarrassed to be with her, Danielle Haim moves away. Later that day Taylor and Travis go to dinner, Taylor wears a dress covered in the Gucci logo. The us open shares a lot of clips to their socials.

10 September - Taylor posts that she will vote for Kamala Harris after the US presidential debate, ending the post with Childless cat lady. The Man is played when Kamala leaves the stage, they use Ready for It? Sound on TikTok and the Democrats sell friendship bracelets on their website, which confirms the announcement and timing was planned. Selena goes to Taylor’s apartment, the difference of an actual friend arriving in her garage in a black suv compared to the way the NFL connections behave with her is remarkable.

11 September - Taylor VMAs, missing for 30 minutes then hour and half. once got changed into dress that looks like Two Ghosts MV with a UFO. Online thinking she left due to Taylor cam, that’s not new though. Most awarded VMA artist in history. Only A+ there. Thanked TK saying he watched filming and brings happiness. Noah Kahan covers fine line.

12 September - Gemma Styles book released UK and Australia. Harry unseen for a while, mentioned in some interviews of Gemma

13 September - Harry ss Daly show London fashion week, sat next to Anna Wintour and left after show. Looks great, but awkward. Then he and Anne seen at Gemma’s book event. Vogue posted about Harry six times. Elon musk said he could “give Taylor a child” and then Travis promoted Elons cybertruck on his podcast. Photo of Anne at kebab shop wearing Harry’s jacket from earlier and her best friend, presumed Harry took photo.

14 September - Harry at white cube gallery London. Photo of him at Nick Grimshaws birthday

15 September - Harry bought flowers from a market and looked lovely. Taylor, Andrea (in 87 shirt), Austin and Haim sisters at game. Arrived in Kc as it started again.

16 September- Harry seen with more fans, he compliments a guy on his fit who shares the nicest story about chatting to Harry.

20 September - speculation Harry in Paris for Alessandros first Valentino show after alesandro posted a photo of a yellow honey case.

21 September - Taylor seen with Gigi in NYC

22 September - Taylor not at TK game

23 September - Taylor not at TK Hulu premiere, his mum alone and no mention of Taylor in People article. E News asked ‘What’s your favourite thing about Taylor?’ “Yeah, i don't really.. It's still new. I don't really have, any profound you know, thoughts or anything like that. We just have the best time you know, cheering Travis on.”

24 September - Deux moi “Just this week, Styles was seen driving solo through the Tuscan countryside in Italy. Stopping for fuel at a gas station, the pop star was reportedly incredibly friendly to fans but politely requested no photos. This solo road trip has fueled (pun intended) speculation that Styles may still be working on new music, which we heard was his initial goal for spending time in Italy this past spring.”

27 September - Harry’s IG location changed to Italy. Rumour and blurry photo said to be Jack, Taylor and Margaret at Lana’s wedding no TK

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SETLIST ONE : please welcome pantera to the stage!

@ shangri-la as the lead singer of viva la vida nine, you have little interest in anything other than your band and stealing the attention of the crowd from any other competitors. until you watch rival lead singer of pantera, nakamoto yuta, preform. cocky, charismatic, cavalier nakamoto yuta. the same nakamoto yuta who you cannot stand (him and the way he makes your knees feel weak). after that, you're much more interested in stealing his attention (though you'd rather die than admit it).

AMP Performance Bar 07:40PM

Read 07:55PM.

Asshole.

You shut off your phone with an exasperated sigh, sliding it into the pocket of your jacket as you lean down upon the paneling of the stage. You were never planning on staying this long, only hanging around for an hour or so to support a few of the newer bands that were making their debut at the bar. It was never in the books to stay for a (supposedly) veteran band like Pantera (though you would argue that they couldn’t be that old or good if you weren’t previously aware of them). But Ten insisted. Seriously insisted. Not like any of his playful demands which you are unfortunately accustomed too. So for Ten to be serious about them, they better blow your socks off. A feat much easier said than done. 

It’s busy in the bar. Busy enough that you’re getting pushed into the speakers in front of you. Craning your head back to get a better look, it’s packed. Packed to the point of being shoulder to shoulder and chest to chest. Is that what it’s like at your shows? You think so. Hope so. After all, isn’t Viva La Vida Nine the shining star of AMP? 

It’s a mixed crowd, mainly girls in the front. You recognize some of them from your own set but they don’t seem to notice you, too preoccupied with the members of Pantera who are beginning to walk onto the stage. It irks you, if you’re being honest, but you get it. You really get it. Because the members of Pantera are frankly... utterly unreal. Each and every one of them looks like they were dragged right from a magazine shoot and tossed on stage. Assured and nonchalant, like they own the stage. Which, with the way the crowd is screaming for them, you might just believe that they do.

A pretty boy with freshly dyed black hair, who you assume is the lead singer with the way he strides up straight to the mic and introduces the band, is the first to really get your attention. Smudged black eyeshadow, a fake lip piercing, and a black leather jacket that lays heavy on his shoulders. The dye is dripping down the back of his neck, pooling in his collar and the bright silver chains which adorn his neck. He’s confident to the brink of arrogance, lips curving into a broad grin at the noise of the crowd. One of the girls next to you screams out his name. Haechan. It suits him. Pretty like him. He offers back a wink, babbling into the mic about how nice it is to be here, how great it is to see such a big crowd. 

But he’s interrupted by the tuning of a guitar. Washed out blue hair, brown eyes, and a pure white Fender with a bright yellow sticker slapped on the body of it. A label, signed with a star. Mark Lee. He doesn’t really fit the aesthetic as well as Haechan, his makeup looking a bit more put together, his outfit a bit more elegant. But he makes it work. Well, you doubt he could make anything not work. He’s got his tongue caught in between his teeth as he focuses, long fingers toying with the pegs. So caught up in what he’s doing that he fails to notice his bandmate shooting him a glare for his interruption. 

“Hey,” 

The smooth baritone comes from your right and while you’re just barely able to catch the intonation of his voice, you turn anyways only to be greeted with the crouching figure of a man. His knee just a few inches away from hitting your face and you're quick to jerk backwards. He isn’t speaking to you, focused more on the girls just behind you--discussing one of their shirts, some band he likes. The conversation is nothing more than fizzles of inaudibility, the man pointing and laughing with a bright grin. Short, dark brown hair with highlights of silver and a plethora of tattoos trailing down his arm--most notably an intricate jaguar, fitting for a member of Pantera--like the rest of the members, he’s nothing short of beautiful. He’s got his pick in his mouth, catlike features scrunched as he signs something for one of the fans. An thin, well written signature. Johnny Suh. 

And then he’s standing up to his full height, much taller than you could have predicted, and swinging a bass over his shoulders. Strumming a few chords with a playful shrug and not bothering to tune any further. It seems like they’re about to begin, Haechan still speaking into the mic even as the other members begin to play the beginning beats of one of their songs.

But then there’s someone else, a bright vision of blonde, shrugging on a jacket half heartedly. It’s slipping off his shoulders, unzipped and revealing his muscular chest. A bedazzled cross hits his ribs, drawing your attention to the flicker of light from his belly button piercing. And the butterfly tattoo which is peaking out from the low waistband of his oversized jeans. He hasn’t picked up his head yet, but you can see the lit end of a cigarette before it’s pulled from his lips and tossed to the floor of the stage, crushed by the underside of his boots. 

Haechan turns, quickly catching drum sticks when the blonde tosses it to him. They almost slip from his fingers and he narrows his eyes in irritation. “Thought you weren’t ever going to show up,” he whines, spinning the sticks over his knuckles. 

“When would I ever miss a set?” 

Oh. 

And then he picks up his head.

Oh. 

If there was anyone on this earth who was born to be a performer. To be in the spotlight. On stage. In front of millions of adoring fans. It was him. 

And for every second he’s on that stage, your stage, your spotlight feels a little bit dimmer.

You don’t have to struggle to pick out a name from the crowd, to sift through the noise of the speakers and the cheering. You don't have to read anyone's lips. Have someone sign for you. For even over the noise of the instrumental, the stamp of feet and the yelling, his name is perfectly audible. As if everyone in the audience came to an agreement which was to celebrate him and him alone. 

Lead singer of Pantera. Yuta Nakamoto.

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rating comments i've gotten on my youtube channel over the past 3 years

first comment i ever got. simple yet deeply evocative. 6/10

insane thing to say to a white girl or anyone but ok 1/10

possibly my favorite ever, right on the nose. 8/10

soooo true maria 7/10

i am too. 10/10

am i the globalist in question? is this a criticism of the movie or of my channel? i genuinely have no clue 3/10

comment on one of my lawrence videos. gospel truth 9/10

very insightful thanks 4/10

great question. predicted me quitting russian to study the stuff i really love. incredible 8/10

this is a comment on one of my old anna karenina videos. none of the characters in anna k are trans. what the fuck are you talking about 0/10

so do i! the way you said this sounds like you're tachycardic. can i get you anything 5/10

comment on my music video for bela lugosi's dead. award for coldest comment definitely goes to this one 11/10

thank you lol see above about the tachycardia 7/10

my favorite comments are always from elle... elle if you're seeing this you are genuinely one of the sweetest people on earth and i wish you all the best 10/10

anyway i love my channel viva la youtube

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Ghosts of You

A long lost friend guides you home

A/N: I was accidentally thinking sad things again. Sorry.

Warnings: Reader is dying. Death. Sadness.

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The bright white walls of the medbay seemed duller tonight. It was always so cold in here - so lonely. You didn't think you'd be alone when you died, and you knew you were; the pain had dulled a while ago, giving way to a strange, heavy numbness. There were no bright lights beckoning, no angelic choirs, no one calling through the Force. You were truly alone.

"Hey, pretty girl." a familiar voice called from the doorway. You jumped, turning your head towards the voice you knew so well - a voice you hadn't heard in quite some time.

"Hardcase!?"

His honey eyes twinkled with that warm, cheeky smile you missed so much. "I'm here, baby. It's been a long time."

"How...?"

He sat on the bed next to you, laying a finger on your lips, and winked. "I waited for you. Just like you asked. It's time to come home now, Mesh'la. I'm so proud of you."

"I missed you so much!" your voice cracked, tears trickling down the sides of your cheeks. He watched them sadly. You felt safe now. The sharp white chaos of the medbay had given way to a quiet peace. Hardcase was here. Truly here. Maybe you wouldn't be alone after all.

"I know, baby. I missed you too." He held out his hand with a twinkle in his eye, silently asking for yours.

"One last adventure, Mesh'la?"

"I'd follow you anywhere, Hardcase."

"Well come on then, General. My brothers are waiting."

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