#got two presentations and viva tomorrow

[yourfavanxioussunshine]

istg if it wasn't for the sudden dizziness and jitters and excessive crying and constant nausea, i would've been unstoppable

[ilovejoel-andjavi]

hi everyone! this is my first post, and these are some of my fav pedro’s replies on reddit!

Fav fruit: any kinds of berries, quote on quote “I would say that my favorite fruit, I like berries. I like any kind of berry, blueberries or raspberries or blackberries or strawberries.”

fav animal: elephant, quote on quote “Elephant. I'm just completely transfixed when I see one on television or at a zoo. I find them sort of magnificent, and humorous, and intelligent, and gentle, and dangerous, and I just think that they are incredible.”

His Fav Chilean Wine: “Chile has very, very good Merlot. And I would say that, hmm, there's one called the Alma Viva, it's a Cabernet, and that's very good.”

His opinion on microwaved pizza “I have the same problem. I eat out a lot. I unfortunately don't really know how to cook for myself. I try to find good things to eat, but sadly am often on the go, and a microwaveable pizza finds its way into my situation more often than not.”

Fav sock color to wear: “I'd say the easiest socks to wear would be black socks. And the most fun socks would be some sort of, you know, odd pattern of purple, aqua and green.”

His opinion on Dogs or cats: “Well, I LOVE Dogs like there's no tomorrow. And unfortunately I have an allergy to cats, although I find them to be beautiful creatures.”

Role model: “I had a lot of different role models. My dad took me to the movies my whole life, he was a big movie buff, and me and my sister would go with him to the movies a few times a week. So I had so many heroes, like all of the major actors. I would have to say one of my favorite actors is probably Gene Hackman, but that's a really hard question to answer because I've had so many heroes that I've admired, filmmakers that i have loved, I remember seeing Steven Soderbergh's first movie when I was really young and then seeing every movie he did after that. I was a very book reading, television and movie watching geek. So it makes it endless in terms of the amount of people that I have admired.”

Fav superhero: “Sorry for not picking an ACTUAL superhero, but one of my favorite characters that was a superhero to me was Beatrix Kiddo in the Kill Bill movies, played by Uma Thurman in the Kill Bill Movies 1 & 2. For me she is one of the fiercest movie characters of all time.”

Does he like hummus? “I love hummus. I was eating hummus this morning.”

Someone asked “Prince Oberyn, what undergarments are present under your tunic?” his response on reddit was “Um, well, I've got some pants on and under that... skin.”

Someone asked “How long would you last in a zombie apocalypse? Cheers for the AmA, and I hope to see you in more stuff soon <33” He replied, “One of my favorite movies is 28 Days Later, and I used to think about this a lot after I watched that movie because I feel like it's such a terrifyingly realistic possible circumstance, that a virus would turn these people into rabid zombies, so I kind of wondered often how i would survive. I remember that I had a dog at the time, and I knew that i would have to keep her alive at all costs. I don't know exactly how well I would do, but I would probably do everything to keep myself and my friends safe. I might not last that long because I would probably sacrifice myself to save a family member or something like that. I'd like to think so anyway. I would say that so far I've been pretty lucky because my mom has good genes, and that's gotten me by, I am capable of watching more hours of television than I am doing exercise in a week, so it would really depend. I actually get out of breath really easily, so I think in a zombie apocalypse I would have to rely a bit more on my brain rather than my body.”

Fav sci-fi film: “GOOD QUESTION! OOOOH I have so many favorite science fiction films. I would say Alien and Aliens are two of my favorite scifi films. Also Children of Men would be one of my favorite science fiction films. I love the original Solaris and the remake. And even though it wasn't a film, the series Battlestar Galactica was one of my favorite TV shows.”

Fav disney film: “Even though it's associated more with Pixar, I would say Wall-E. And the Incredibles. Those are two of my favorite films of all time. And then as far as Disney, more of the classic animations, I would say my favorite Disney film is Dumbo. I like to cry, what can I say?”

Someone said, “Hi Pedro, thanks for doing this!

Just curious, Oberyn seems like a very calm and relaxed character most of the time in the show. Are you like that most days as well? If so, how do you manage to keep cool and stress free?”

he replied, “I unfortunately am not a stress-free person. I am so happy that Oberyn is coming across that way. I would love to be able to move through life with the ease with which he does. But that is not the case in my reality. I guess I relax with any opportunity to jump in the water, that is a good one, and of course i also watch a lot of TV. But I am not as cool and collected as Oberyn, unfortunately.”

Someone asked, “If you weren't an actor, what profession would you like to pursue? (Assuming skills aren't an issue!) Love your portrayal of Prince Oberyn, and I can't wait until next week's episode! <3”

he replied “If I wasn't an actor, hmm. It would be my fantasy to be a war journalist. Or teaching literature, maybe?”

part 2 soon!!

[chromium7sky]

The Devil Wears Armani| chapter 11

A/n: amg, finally updated this one 😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖 you guys can follow this story with #damirae , #devilwearsarmani and #fashionistaau tag

2 weeks. It's been two weeks since the last video call. Raven have been pouring her attention on working the suit that she has planned for Damian Wayne to wear for the Gala.

She had done the cutting, the sewing and all, and what's left is doing the embroidery. She chosen the gold thread selectively which give the vivid glow and bring out the majestic value to the wearer.

The embroidery are complete within 95% thanks to a specified sewing machine which she bought with the price money she won before during the her first fashion competition. It helps alot.

The date of Gala approaching like crawling on the thread of time and for the final touch, she combined all the pieces into a handsome looking suit.

As she put the wardrobe on the mannequin, she took a step back and see it as a whole picture. With her both hands, she makes the photograph gesture to capture the feels of how Damian would look like if he wears them.

Contemplating and satisfied she felt after she iron the suit and store in special cover suit. She looked at the calendar and looks like she has extra two weeks before Gala.

Speaking of Gala, she wondered what would the dress look like since it was Damian who made for her? Would it be shoulder bare? Would it be one piece dress? Raven rubbed her chin as she wonder then she noticed herself on standing mirror. Slowly she spin to the left then to right as she look her body shape contour. If she was designing her own dress she probably went with thick fabric drape style. Simple, elegant and exclusive.

Her eyes glanced at the clock that's shows 10.30pm.

Wait.

She blink her eyes. How come she didn't thought of it. What would his design for herself? She did shown her sketches to Damian but won't he shown his? Curious, curious.

Raven imagine what if she asked, Damian would probably say, ' you don't trust me? Tsk tsk.' Raven sighed as her hand run down her face thinking about that. "Maybe I'll try to ask tomorrow."

Suddenly, a bleep sound indicate a message comes in. Raven blink then looked at her phone screen.

"Girl, You busy today?"

- Karen

It's been a while. Raven smiled then diligently answered the question.

"Not quite. Just finished designing a suit. What's up?"

She hit send.

Then came up another message on her inbox.

"We got party tomorrow at Viva La coast at Riverside. Wanna come?"

Raven narrowed her eyes then humming. Should she go or not? Perhaps she need a time off after that intense week. A little entertainment doesn't hurt.

"Sure. You pick me up?"

" For course, sis. 😘 See you at 8pm, tomorrow."

"On it.👌"

Raven smiled then landed on her bed. As she let out her relief sigh she put her phone at table nearby.

As she sleep, she dreamt of something pleasant. She's at fountain garden where surrounded by fragrance flowers and palm-like trees.

She notice her dress has gold accent along with silky texture clothes. Slowly her hands touched the dress she wear, felt it's smooth surface.

Her heart stop as she felt a hand holding her waist. Slowly she turn her head over her shoulder and -

BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP

Her eyes wide open as soon as she heard her phone alarm. She blink once then twice, trying to process her thoughts. When a sprinkle of dream remembrance filled in her her head, her cheeks start to blushed. Her hand quickly grab her pillow beside her and buried her face beneath it.

"O dear, don't tell me it's him that I'm dreaming about last night." She let out her sighed. She had fallen for him.

A message bleep chiming in her phone makes her peek under the pillow and quickly she reached for her phone.

A message from him.

'OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG' Raven's heart start racing. "Wh-Wha...H-How...." She tried to question reality, how on earth he's messaging her. Right now?

"You're awake?"

Raven bit her bottom lips as she look at her phone screen. Her finger diligently working on touch screen pad.

"Just awake. Can't sleep?"

She hit send button. Then for a few second she received his reply.

"I just had dream about you...

You look beautiful."

A dream? She blinked. Then another message comes in.

"Still busy working on the suit?"

Raven biting her lips to keep it as a secret but it's almost 25th like in 5 days away, so....why not? Her finger tapping the keyword on screen replying him.

"Actually I've finish the suit."

She replied. Another thought hit her and she quickly tapped it on the phone.

"I did promise making for dinner right? Maybe tomorrow?"

Again she send the text.

Interval in 2-3 second, her phone bleep it back.

"That would be great. I'll bring something as surprise."

Surprise? Raven mind start racing, mostly to that forbidden thoughts. What kind of surprise? She bit her lips and start typing.

"Well uh, I hope it's not a refrigerator you're bringing."

She shaked off those thought and try keep the conversation as innocent as possible.

"No. It's not. It's something, you probably would like it. 😏"

Raven looked at the emoji face he send. Did he send an emoji? Damian Wayne doesn't use emoji while texting or emailing.

"Well, alright then. See you tomorrow?"

She hit the send button.

Then a message came in.

"Can't wait to see you.♥️"

Raven flopped to her bed and her face now are red tinted. What is this? Why is this feeling so intense? She closed her eyes retracing her memory between them. Those bickering and end up with hot make out along intimate session in his office.

"I guess we should discuss about this terms of relationship." She talked in her pillow.

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She has complete all the order that has been request by some local boutique and some are from online website. She's quite amazed with things that happens after the talk show incident where Damian said about Raven going to Wayne Gala this week.

People start to shift their attention to her especially her design clothes. Does Damian intend to promote her? She rubbed her chin then sudden, Mona, her assistant knock her door.

"Come in."

Mona peek behind the door, she smiled and slowly walk to her boss. " You have received a gift!" The assistant handled to her a parcel.

"A gift?" Raven whisper under her breath. Could it be Damian? Her eyebrows furrowed. She took out knife letter and slowly cut , unwrapped the parcel and she saw an apparel, black with velvet felt. There is the tag at the collar says Draco.

Her eyes widen. Draco? You mean Melchior Draco?

"Who is it? Your lover?" Mona feeling excited.

"No. This is from my competitor." Raven cover the box and push it away. Her head suddenly filled with painful memories about her and Melchior encounter. The way he flirt her before her first joining competition, the betrayal, and stolen her design to built his empire.

Her heart boiled with anger which in result she crumpled her paper nearby which made Mona a bit fall back by her intimidation.

"I'm sorry about that, Miss." Mona bow her head quickly apologize for not realise what is going on.

Raven snapped back from those memory and quickly look at the paper . " Oh!" She's surprise and quickly she try to straighten up the paper she crumbled. " No, no, it's okay, Mona. It's nothing." She smiled. " You can go now."

" Ah, alright then." She nod and walked to the door and-

" By the way, boss, there's a caller said he's from metropolis daily planet wanted to interview you about being guest at the gala." Mona turned to her as she spite out another appointment.

" Well, set it tomorrow then." Raven tidy up her table and throw the parcel to the bin nearby.

"Uh, you threw that?" Mona pointed at the parcel inside the dustbin.

"You want it?"

"Ummm...it looks beautiful." Her assistant fidgeting.

Raven smiled and took the parcel. She dust a bit. "Take it and wear where I don't see it. Or else I end up burn them with hellfire." Raven eyes shown deep hatred and anger.

"Ok boss." She smiled, quickly snatched the parcel and run to the exit.

As she was alone in her office, she slump in her chair and sigh heavily. "I guess he's also in town too." Her finger tapping on her table creating random melodies.

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Its 7.55pm, Raven now waiti g for Karen to pick her up as she lingers in her living room. She's wearing a one piece black dress decorated with golden and black labuci make it more fabulous looks.

She look at her phone to kill her waiting time until she stumbled on a post by E fashion news.

"Top trending designer DRACO are in town for launching their latest collection 'BLAK MAJIK' "

As raven read the article, she felt upset as she remember Melchior stole her ideas in doing a line fashion about magic before she presented the ideas at her first fashion show competition.

As she read the article, the sound of the car honking makes her jolt and quickly look at the window. It seems Karen has reached at her apartment block, quickly she goes out and greet Karen who parked at the entrance.

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"I heard that bastard Melchior are in town." Karen slowly stirred her cocktail as her and Raven where sitting on a table outside of the Viva La Coast restaurant.

"Yeah, I did read the article about it." said Raven as she drink her pina colada. " So, who are we waiting for again?"

"I forgot to tell you, Kory won't be able to join us. She has to come with her boyfriend meet with his family at Wayne Mansion."

"Wayne Mansion?" Raven's eyes jump out. Wayne, wasn't Damian last name is Wayne too?

" Yeah, but she's dating with Wayne's older adopted son, Richard Grayson. A high profile detective , probably will be promoted as soon. " Karen updating the status of their friend.

"I see." Raven looked at her drink. It's been a long time she hasn't talk to Kori because of her business setting up her small company.

"How about you then? You and Mal?" Raven raised her eyebrows.

"Well we've been planning for a wedding maybe in next year. " Karen smiled.

"Wait, I thought you're still in doctorate?" Raven eyes wide open as she remember Karen used to be a student in mechanical and atomic engineering.

"Will be graduated in two months." Karen smiled widely as she let out the fantastic news.

Raven goes all tears as she heard the good news. "Oh my god, Karen! I'm so happy!" She tried to hug Karen across the table.

Karen laughed with Raven's sudden behaviour. "That's why we celebrate it!"

"We should buy a cake. Wait, I know! Waiter!" Raven call up the waiter to get some dessert as celebration.

"And..."

Raven turns her head to Karen.

"I wanted you to design our wedding dress and suits." Karen faces flushes as she speak her request. " I really, really adore your work , Rachel. I wanted you to design it."

"Damn it , Karen. You make me all teary." Raven wiped her tears as she smiled sheepishly. " Of course I will."

"Karen, do you know anything about the youngest Wayne?"

"You mean Damian Wayne?"

"Yeah."

"I heard that he just back from middle east after doing charity project between the Wayne Enterprise and Leviathan Industries."

"I think everyone knows about that, Karen." Raven smiled as she drink up.

"I am very speculate that both of you have met." Karen with her mischievous smile now painted on her lips. " Is that the same guy who become your muse in your long lost sketch book?"

Raven clutches her hand on her drink, almost breaking it but she keep with her calm face. " I don't think so." She tried to denied it following with Karen's giggle.

"Plus, when he said there will be Raven in Wayne's Gala, I was like 'Raven?!' to the tv screen and I swear there's something going on between both of you." Karen crossed her armed with one eyebrow raised as she looked as Raven like she's a suspect.

"Well..." Raven averted her sight to the table and nervously tug her hair behind her ears. " There is."

BAM!

Raven jolted as Karen slammed the table with her drink. "TELL ME."

She swallowed her saliva as she seen Karen being over eager. She sighed as she adjust her seating, leaning towards the table.

"It start with that day, the day when he show up out of nowhere with that deal." Raven start to spilled what happen recently.

[monotonous-minutia]

Benvenuto Cellini in 300 lines or fewer

for the lovely and incredibly patient @notyouraveragejulie, as requested! Happy Cellini-versary! took me long enough, but decided to get it done today to honor the occasion :)

Act I Scene I

Balducci’s house

Balducci: Teresa what are you doing looking out the window I told you never to look out the window. Besides I need you to listen to my rant. Can you BELIEVE what the Pope has just told me? He’s hired that delinquent Cellini to make his new statue instead of Fieramosca. I just can’t wrap my head around it.

Teresa: Maybe you could if it wasn’t so big.

Balducci: What?

Teresa: Nothing.

(Balducci exits)

Teresa: Ugh FINALLY I hate listening to his rants. )goes back to look out the window)

Masqueraders outside: LALALALA IT’S CARNIVAL THE BEST TIME OF THE YEAR

(Balducci comes back and sees Teresa at the window)

Balducci: TERESA WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT STAYING AWAY FROM THE WINDOW what is even going on down there? I bet it’s that Cellini whipping everyone into a frenzy. Ugh, Carnival. (exits again)

Teresa: (goes to the window and is immediately showered with flowers) I don’t care what my dad says, hanging out by the window is fun. I love flowers. Oh hey, a note from Cellini! What? He’s coming here? Oh, that’ll be risky. But hey, dad’s out of the house, what could go wrong? Y’know, it’s kinda hard, dealing with all this—feeling like I have to listen to my dad, but wanting to indulge in the affections of my beloved. When I’m older, old like my parents, maybe I’ll be responsible, but right now I’m young, and I deserve to have some fun! Girls just wanna have fun!

Cellini: (appearing at the window) TERESA MY BELOVED

Teresa: Cellini, I love you, but it’s too dangerous for you to be here. What if my dad catches us?

Cellini: But look, it’s carnival, and it’s so gay! And I mean that like happy, but y’know, it’s pretty gay too. Besides, I love you. Why do you turn me away?

Teresa: Well, I just got done singing this empowering feminist aria, but unfortunately reality hits and I remember that it’s 1532 and I basically have no rights, so it’s best for you to forget me and move on.

Fieramosca: (sneaking in carrying a huge bouquet) The best way to a woman’s heart is with a cool sneak-in plan and a bunch of flowers. Hang on, is that Cellini talking to my Teresa?

Cellini: How am I supposed to just leave you behind? Let you be forced into the arms of that Fieramosca?

Teresa: I’d rather die than marry Fieramosca!

Fieramosca: …I just came here to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now.

Cellini: Okay, so, how about this: Come to the new opera Cassandro is presenting tomorrow night. While your dad is distracted, my apprentice and I will sneak over disguised as friars and spirit you away! We’ll go to Florence and live happily ever after! Nothing could possibly go wrong!

Fieramosca: Hmm, interesting plan. It would be a shame if someone were to...interfere.

Teresa: Sounds foolproof. But hang on, my dad is coming back. You have to hide!

(Cellini hides behind the door. Fieramosca hides in Teresa’s bedroom. Balducci somes back.)

Balducci: Teresa, what are you up to? Are you talking to people? How many times do I have to remind you that you’re not allowed to have a life?

Teresa: (distracting him so Cellini can sneak out) DAD THERE’S A MAN IN MY BEDROOM

Balducci: What??? Let me see!

(Balducci goes into Teresa's bedroom and comes out dragging Fieramosca) I can’t believe this! This is so inappropriate, Fieramosca, how dare you?

Fieramosca: No, wait, let me explain! I just came to visit! Cellini is the real rascal!

Teresa: Oh the poor man is raving mad.

Balducci: I will not stand for this! Servants, come here! Let’s teach this seducer a lesson!

Servants: OH YEAAAHHHHH LET’S STICK HIM IN THE FOUNTAIN

Fieramosca: NO WAIT

Teresa: This is the best thing ever.

Act I Scene II

Piazza Colonna

Cellini: I can’t wait to elope with Teresa!

(A bunch of Cellini’s friends and students come in)

Chorus: LALALALALA LET’S GET SLOSHED

Cellini: Yes, but for god’s sake none of those ridiculous drinking songs. Let’s sing about the glory of metal-workers!

Everyone: YEAH GLORY TO THE METAL-WORKERS!! WE’RE THE BEST WE WORK WITH METAL THAT SPARKLES LIKE JEWELS AND RIPPLES LIKE FLOWERS AND IS MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN BOTH OF THOSE PUT TOGETHER

Bernardino: Alright folks, let’s drink up!

Innkeeper: Sorry lads, not until you pay your tab.

Cellini: Okay who’s got the cash? …nobody? Well this is a nice little pickle we’ve gotten ourselves into.

Ascanio: (enters carrying a bag of money) ASCANIO TO THE RESCUE

Everybody: YEAHHH VIVA ASCANIO

Ascanio: Okay hold your horses folks, before you spend this money, you have to realize where it’s coming from. It’s a down payment on that statue you’re supposed to build. Cellini, remember you promised the Pope you’d make that statue?

Cellini: Ugh, don’t remind me.

Ascanio: It’s literally my job to remind you.

Cellini: Fiiiiine I promise I’ll finish the statue.

Ascanio: Okay, cool. Here’s the money.

Cellini: Here you go, you troublesome little man, now give us our drinks.

(He gives the Innkeeper the money.)

Cellini: Okay, now that we all have had our libations, let’s talk revenge. You know that guy Balducci who’s always disrespecting me and trying to keep me away from my girlfriend? Well, I have a plan for Carnival where we can humiliate him in front of everyone as payback!

Everyone else: Sounds like a great time! We’re in.

Everyone: Yeah!! A curse on that guy! And while you’re at it, honor to the metal-workers again!!

Ascanio: That’s such a bop where’d it come from?

Cellini: We made it up while you were gone.

Ascanio: I always miss the fun stuff.

(they all leave to get ready; Fieramosca, who was eavesdropping, comes out into the open)

Fieramosca: Ugh, look at them all, plotting against my future!

Pompeo: (entering) Hey boo! What's with the long face?

Fieramosca: Alas, Pompeo, my only friend! What a week it's been! First off, I got an impromptu and very much unwanted bath at Balducci’s yesterday. And as if that weren’t enough, now Cellini and his apprentice are going to abduct my girl!

Pompeo: That’s actually not a bad idea.

Fieramosca: What do you mean?? You want him to steal Teresa from me?

Pompeo: No, the getting in disguise and abducting her part! Why don’t WE just don those same disguises and get her ourselves?

Fieramosca: Ohhh, I get it! What a great idea! Although I must admit, I am a little scared of what Cellini might do if he catches me in the act.

Pompeo: What you think he’s actually going to stab somebody? Here, let’s practice sword fighting so you’re prepared if he does try to pull anything funny.

Fieramosca: Good idea! (they practice sword fighting) HA LOOK AT ME, WHO WOULD EVER DARE CHALLENGE ME, ALL Y’ALL PEASANTS GET OUT OF MY WAY, I’M THE ROUGHEST TOUGHEST GUY YOU EVER DID SEE. Oh, Teresa, I wish you could know just how much my heart burns for you! I’ll be damned if I let that rascal Cellini come between us.

(They leave to get ready. Balducci enters with Teresa as the Piazza begins to fill with people)

Balducci: Well, Teresa, I hope you’re happy. I’ve decided to suffer through this vulgar comedy so you can stop nagging me about not letting you go to Carnival.

Teresa: I’ll never forget your sacrifice, dad. (Come to think, it DOES make me feel a little guilty to be running away from home...is it fair to leave him all by himself?)

Cellini and Ascanio: (dressed as monks) Quickly and quietly, let’s get down to business! The plot is about to start!

Chorus or Troupers: COME, GOOD PEOPLE OF ROME!! COME AND SEE OUR SHOW!!

People: THIS IS SO MUCH FUN CARNIVAL IS AWESOME

Troupers: Let the show begin! (They start a pantomime featuring a parody of Balducci and the Pope)

Balducci: What fresh nonsense is this?

Teresa: Uhhh maybe we should go?

People: SHUT UP AND WATCH THE SHOW

Balducci: You know what? I’m going to suffer through this whole thing and then go tell the Pope how you’re all mocking him! Because he and I talk all the time I guess.

People: WE SAID SHUT UP JUST WATCH THE SHOW

Cellini: Ascanio, can you see Teresa?

Ascanio: Nope but I see someone else trying to interfere with our plans!

People: HAHAHA WATCH THE SHOW THIS IS SO FUNNY LOOK AT HARLEQUIN LOOK AT THE OLD MAN HAHAHA

Balducci: I’M GOING TO TELL ON ALL OF YOU

Teresa: Dad, stop, you’re just riling them up!

Balducci: THAT’S IT I’VE HAD ENOUGH COME GET A TASTE OF MY WRATH (he runs onstage wielding his cane)

People: HAHAHA THIS JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER

Fieramosca: Come on, Pompeo, let’s sneak over and grab Teresa!

Cellini: Come on, Ascanio, let’s sneak over and grab Teresa!

Fieramosca: Teresa, it’s me! Come with me!

Cellini: Teresa, it’s me! Come with me!

Teresa: ??? I don’t know who is who!

Cellini: Come with me!

Fieramosca: Come with me!

Teresa: You know, when I imagined myself falling in love, I never thought I’d have two fake monks vying for my attention.

Ascanio: WE’VE BEEN HAD YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS (starts chasing Fieramosca)

Cellini: Get out of my way! Cut it out! (He and Pompeo fight; Cellini stabs Pompeo.)

Pompeo: Oh, I’m dead! (He dies.)

People: OMG SOMEBODY DIED CALL 911 I CAN’T BELIEVE A MONK JUST KILLED A GUY WHAT KIND OF WORLD DO WE LIVE IN

Fieramosca: OMG I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU JUST KILLED MY BOYFRIEND

Teresa: OMG CELLINI

Balducci: OMG A DEAD MAN TERESA WHERE ARE YOU

Cellini: OMG I’M REALLY IN TROUBLE NOW

Ascanio: Well, that happened.

(General chaos ensues; Cellini’s students help him escape. Amidst the mayhem Balducci bumps into Fieramosca, and, thanks to his white monk costume, mistakes him for the murderer)

Balducci: I FOUND HIM I FOUND THE MURDERER

Fieramosca: ...are you telling me this is the second time in as many days I’m being accused of something that Cellini did?

Ascanio: Come on, Teresa, let’s get out of here!

Teresa: You don’t have to tell me twice! (They both run off.)

Act II Scene I

Cellini’s workshop

Teresa: Oh my gosh what a catastrophe! I hope Cellini is okay!

Ascanio: Have faith! My master is not one to let a silly little murder accusation get him down. I mean, he did actually kill the guy, but I’m sure it will all work itself out. Have faith!

Teresa: Let’s pray for his safe return! (She and Ascanio sing a very pretty prayer; Cellini busts into the workshop)

Cellini: HONEY I’M HOME

Teresa and Ascanio: OMG YAYY YOU’RE ALIVE

Cellini: It was a close call! Everyone was running after me with daggers and calling out for my blood! I thought for sure I was done for, but I managed to evade the crowd and find a place to hide, but passed clean out in the process. It was just my fortune that as I came to my senses, as group of white monks were walking past! I joined their procession and no one was the wiser. God led them right to you!

Teresa: OMG that’s such a harrowing adventure! I’ve got goosebumps.

Ascanio: And you’re sure this is 100% accurate, with no embellishments?

Cellini: What do you take me for? Now, come on, we’ve got to get out of here before they come after us again.

Ascanio: Whoops, they’re already here.

Balducci: Cellini, you scoundrel, abductor, murderer, and general all-around-annoying person! Relinquish my daughter. It’s time for her to unite with her husband, Fieramosca.

Cellini: OVER MY DEAD BODY

Ascanio: Don’t give them any ideas!

Balducci: Come on, Fieramosca, claim your bride!

Teresa: DAD NOOOOO

Fieramosca: Uh...I don’t want to cause a scene…

(The Pope enters with his retinue)

Everybody: OH SHI--OH DEAR IT’S THE POPE

Pope: Rise, rise, my children! Relish in my holiness, but don’t hurt yourselves.

Balducci and Fieramosca: Oh your Holiness, please grant us your assistance! That rascal Cellini has tarnished Teresa’s honor.

Cellini: Come on, I think that’s a bit of an exaggeration.

Pope: Well well, well, Cellini, this isn’t the first time you’ve gotten in trouble with me, is it? For example, where’s my statue? The one I commissioned you to make?

Cellini: Well...it’s not quite done yet.

Pope: Are you saying I should find someone else to cast the statue instead?

Cellini: WHAT?? HOW DARE YOU!! SOMEONE ELSE CAST M STATUE?? I’D RATHER DIE THAN SEE SOME AMETURE DARE TO PUT THEIR GRUBBY LITTLE FINGERS ON MY MASTERWORK

Everyone else: Are you seriously yelling at the Pope????

Pope: Arrest this man!

Cellini: YOU ARREST ME AND I WILL DESTROY THIS MODEL RIGHT HERE THEN NO ONE WILL BE ABLE TO FINISH THE STATUE! NOBODY!! NOBODY!!

Pope: How dare you threaten me? What’s it going to take to calm you down?

Cellini: I want full forgiveness for all my crimes up till this point. Wipe my record clean.

Pope: Fine, fine.

Cellini: ALSO I want Teresa.

Balducci and Fieramosca: WHAT??? Your Holiness can’t possibly be considering this.

Cellini: I ALSO want more time to finish the statue.

Pope: …you know my weakness for art; fine, fine, I can’t really say no.

Balducci and Fieramosca: What audacity! But we’ll see who has the last laugh.

Teresa: Oh, what a fateful day!

Ascanio: Look at my master, he’s so clever and devious!

Pope: Okay, Cellini, here’s the deal. Finish the statue by tomorrow, and you’ll get all that you asked for. If you can’t finish it in time, you’ll be hanged.

Cellini: Fine!

Balducci and Fieramosca: He’s on the brink of ruin! We’ll see who wins this one!

Teresa: He’s doomed, alas! There’s nothing left for me in this world! Luckily I'm not going to end my life based on this notion like most operatic heroines, but I still feel dread in my heart!

Cellini: I’ve got to win this!

Ascanio: Come one boss you’re the best you got this!!!!

Act II Scene II

Cellini’s Foundry

Ascanio: TRALALALALALA….idk what I’m feeling...I’m happy, then I’m sad, then I’m crying, then I’m laughing, then I’m singing! Must be the hormones. Or the stress...our little bronze boy is finally getting finished today! But there’s a lot on the line. On one hand, I’m all scared that we’ll fail and my poor master will be hanged; on the other hand I can’t help laughing over how ridiculous the whole situation is...I mean, did you SEE the way my master stood up to the Pope?? Anyway, I better start getting ready. Tralalala! (He exits)

Cellini: What have I gotten myself into? How did I expect to finish this statue on time? All of Rome has its eyes on me

Ascanio: *Hamilton chorus voice* history has its eyes on youuuu

Cellini: What?

Ascanio: Nothing. I’m not here.

Cellini: Ah, why can’t I be a simple shepherd, whiling my life peacefully away in the mountains?

Chorus outside: Oooh!! here’s a grim old sea shanty

Cellini: I wish they’d stop! Nothing good ever happens when they sing that song!

Ascanio: (coming back) Not that song again!

Cellini: Take heart! We’re like sailors ourselves, but our sea is made of metal! Let’s get to work!

Fieramosca: NOT SO FAST!! I demand justice! Cellini, I challenge you to a duel! No need for all those sword-fighting lessons to go to waste.

Cellini: Someone finally grew a pair, eh? Fine, let’s duel right here.

Fieramosca: Not here! If I kill you in your own place, I’m a murderer. Meet me behind St. Anthony’s cloister.

Cellini: I’ll see you there!

(Fieramosca leaves; Teresa enters)

Ascanio: Here’s your sword, boss!

Teresa: Omg Cellini are you going to a duel??

Cellini: Relax, it’s just Fieramosca. (exit with Ascanio.)

Teresa: What if it’s an ambush????

Cellini’s workers (storming in) THAT’S IT WE’RE GOING ON STRIKE THESE WORKING CONDITIONS SUCK

Teresa: Oh heavens! What’s this ruckus? Come on, folks, just wait for Cellini to come back and talk about it!

Workers: NOPE WE’RE OUTTA HERE

(Fieramosca walks in)

Teresa: OMG FIERAMOSCA IS BACK WITHOUT CELLINI THAT MEANS CELLINI IS DEAD HE KILLED CELLINI (faints)

Workers: YOU KILLED OUR BOSS???

Fieramosca: What? No! Geez, this really is not my week. I’m just here to offer you the raise Cellini won’t give you.

Workers: NOPE WE’RE LOYAL TO CELLINI FORGET WHAT WE JUST SAID GET OUTTA HERE YOU RASCAL

Cellini: (coming back) What’s going on?

Teresa: (awake) OMG YOU’RE ALIVE

Cellini: ...was that ever in question? Oh, hey, Fieramosca, you’re just in time to help build the statue! Here’s an apron, get to work.

Fieramosca: What? I--

Everyone else: Get to work, or you’ll be taking another impromptu bath, but this time it’ll be in a sea of molten metal!

Fieramosca: YIKES! Okay, lead the way.

Everyone: COME ON LADS LET’S GET TO WORK

(the workers and Fieramosca head to the forge. Balducci enters with the Pope.)

Balducci: Teresa! What are you doing here?

Teresa: Uh, funny story.

Pope: So, Cellini, is my statue done yet?

Cellini: Nope, but it will be very soon.

Balducci: We’ll see about that.

Pope: You better be right.

Fieramosca: (running in) We need more metal for the statue!

Cellini: What, are you messing up my statue?? Let me go see (he runs to the forge)

Balducci: Fieramosca? What are you doing wearing an apron?

Fieramosca: Would you believe me if I said I got a new job?

Cellini: (coming back) Haha nothing to see here! Everything is going according to plan! We just need a bit more metal, that’s all, no biggie.

Workers: Just one problem: There is no more metal. And the fire’s going out. If we don’t get more metal in there quick, the whole thing will be ruined!

Balducci: Well, well, well, looks like I’m winning!

Cellini: NO THIS IS NOT THE END I REFUSE TO GIVE UP! Everyone, just grab anything metal and throw it in there!

Workers: What?? Even all your old work?

Cellini: I SAID EVERYTHING DIDN’T I

(Cellini, the workers, and Ascanio all start grabbing metal things and throwing them into the furnace)

Teresa: I can’t handle this stress!!

Pope: I can’t believe the nerve of this guy! Is it possible he could actually succeed?

(An explosion comes from the forge)

Cellini: OMG THIS IS IT I’M DONE FOR

Workers: WOOHOO WE DID IT LONG LIVE CELLINI

Cellini: We did it??

Workers: VICTORY! VICTORY!! LOOK AT THE STATUE ISN'T IT AMAZING

Fieramosca: CELLINI WE DID IT HOW ABOUT A HUG

Cellini: ...how about no

Pope: Well, Cellini, I didn't think I was going to be able to say this, but you made good on your word. I officially pardon your sins, and bless your marriage to Teresa. (He leaves.)

Cellini: YAYY TERESA

Teresa: YAYY CELLINI

Everyone: VICTORY!! LONG LIVE CELLINI!! IMMORTAL GLORY! GLORY TO THE METAL-WORKERS!!!!

The End

[charlie-minion]

What no money in the world could buy

(Source: X)

I have never written ficlets of any kind, but I wanted to do something special for @viva-la-cockles. I hope you like this little Cockles something inspired by these two dumbasses in love and their anniversary post ;)

“Are you planning to drink that beer with the power of your mind?” Danneel asked playfully.

“Still trying to figure out what to give Mish”, Jensen said while staring at the bottle in front of him. “Maybe you could ask him what he’d like. I’m sure he’d tell you.”

“I bet he would,” she agreed way too fast. “But we both know it wouldn’t be the same. He’d love anything coming from you, anyway,” she observed with a soft expression on her face.

“Then I’ll get him clothes. God knows how much I love the chance to dress him up!”

“Almost anything,” she laughed. “Just give him something no money in the world could buy,” she added with a wink and left him to ponder some more.

“Something no money in the world could buy? Well if that ain’t the truth,” he sighed.

“Where are we going?” Misha asked for what felt like the hundredth time. He was genuinely curious and just a little bit annoyed after 30 minutes of being blindfolded and feeling like a kid.  

“Mish, you know what date is today, right?” Jensen said as he led Misha into what sounded like a restaurant.

“Friday the thirteenth?”

“Don’t play coy with me.”

“I’m not!” he lied. “Jay, you wound me.” Okay, he was giddy with excitement now.  

Jensen didn’t comment on that, so Misha decided to humor the man he adored so much. They were soon sitting at a table, but he didn’t remove the blindfold from his eyes because Jensen had told him not to until everything was ready.

“We’re here now,” said Jensen as he took the blindfold off Misha and pecked him on the lips. “Happy anniversary,” he whispered.

It took a moment for Misha to get used to their surroundings and perceive where exactly they were. They hadn’t come here in a very long time.  

“Why here?” he wondered. Um, he hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

Jensen looked around while he sat as close to Misha as possible and then said, “10 years. Same bar. Same table. Same company.” He seemed to blush a little, and why was that so endearing?

Misha was left speechless. All he could do was look into the green of Jensen’s eyes and lose himself in the warmth of his expression. If somebody had told him the weird ass date they’d had so many years ago would bring them here, to this here and now, he would have told them to stop the BS.

“Is it the same table, though?”

Misha was trying to use humor because he’d be damned if Jensen’s sappy words would make him get choked up so early in the night. He never thought Jensen would remember such a thing, but he should know better by now.

“Of course it is!” Jay replied proudly. “I made sure of that.”

“Are you willing to take the three least ordered items on the menu again?” he deflected once more.  

“Dmitri, at this point in my life I don’t think there’s anything I wouldn’t do for you,” Jensen admitted with such raw honesty that Misha couldn’t help but gasp. “Just in case you didn’t know that already.”

It seemed this was the beginning of a magical night.

And he wasn’t wrong. Everything was better than he could have asked for. The only thing that caught his attention was the bizarre obsession Jensen had with taking a perfect™ selfie. Misha enjoyed selfies a lot and even more when they were with Jensen, but Jay had never insisted SO MUCH on wanting the right angle. What the hell?

It looked like it was a big deal for Jensen, though, so Misha let it slide.  

It wasn’t until they parted ways that Misha realized there was more to this particular anniversary than what he’d thought.

They had to go home for the holidays and even though they were looking forward to spending time with their wonderful wives and kids, there was no denying they would miss each other.  

Misha had lamented the fact that they had to celebrate one day before their actual anniversary, but Jay’s cryptic words still resonated in Misha’s head:

“Your present will arrive tomorrow.”

“Where?” Misha inquired. But Jensen’s response had been a simple, “You’ll know when you see it.”

Never had Misha expected what he got when he went on social media that Saturday. Jensen posted their selfie on IG… and Twitter. And not just that! He’d recreated a selfie Misha didn’t even remember they took on that night 10 years ago.

He was still shocked when he got a text from Jensen that read:

Same good times… I’m not afraid to show the world anymore and I call that progress ;)

Needless to say, happy tears ran down Misha’s face. If 9 hours later he was still like a little child on Christmas day, sharing IG stories about it, well, nobody could blame him! He’d waited 10 years for something like that.

Later that day, Jensen closed his eyes and saw again the beautiful smile Misha had when they FaceTimed. His happiness was evident. No money in the world could ever buy that, indeed.

[sagamemes]

disastrio’s 'the pin list’ text starters.   below and under the cut, you can find ~100 messages dug up from the pins of the cursed group chat of three international friends. slightly edited for roleplay purposes. spelling errors opted to keep in tact to maintain the Energy(tm). edit as you please. tw: nsfw, mention of abuse.

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   u should know by now i'm not as much a complete person as i am several sitcom tropes stacked in an anxiety blanket

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   things that should not be present in making spaghetti and meatballs: sparks   [ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   things that were present when i was making spaghetti and meatballs two minutes ago: sparks

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   give it a good deep fry and it'll make reddit front page

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   you piece of fuck

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   i'm not making this up it's a real post

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   i just really don't like the look of american hollywood boys apparently

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   quit trying to post porn [name]

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   what's deeper than emotional? are you going to /fuck/ the house?

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   i genuinely don't know what i expected googling that thing but that was not it

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   i legitimately don't know how you're expecting me to reply to this

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   i'm setting up my bfu episode

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   u might finally be free of "[full name] fucks."

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   plural of jerry's is jerry'ses

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   you're sharing so there's a trail in case someone ( maybe yourself ) goes missing when ur backs are turned

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   i have yet to whip out dicks young lady

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   lizard brayo

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   fuck the fuck off tunglr

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   what are Christmas goblins if not depression goblins with prettier aesthetics

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   we're just two bitches trying to watch [actor] and then go to bed

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   maybe complaining is what gets it off.

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   well yeah, it's hard to knock on a door that doesn't exist

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   murdered by demons is our go-to

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   we sound like the casting calls for the leads of the same gay cowboy movie

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   any blanket is a weighted blanket when u carry the weight of ur sins

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   We have some Amazing 🌈Bottoms🌈

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   [name] i am confiscating ur thumbstacks

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   YOUR HUBRIS BECAME YOUR DOWNFALL

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   what can i say i'm a sexual deviant and i can't be stopped

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   the stars neglected me. they haven't assigned me a fetish

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   i'm pretty sure 'you are going to be the death of me' was like. the disclaimer of this entire squad

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   swipe right if you dare!

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   but it tracks for the pachycephalosaurus

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   I SWEAR TO JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   this chat is going to give me an aneurysm

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   "fully automated luxury gay space communism" is the best tag i've ever seen

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   why don't you have a stockpile of mothman memes

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   i really do owe my life to the aesthetic

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   u coax the worst things out of my mouth and then [screenshot/save/pin] them to record my mistakes

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   ur not allowed to die its just the rules

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   you two are going to be the death of me

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   why are you paying for microsoft office in 2019

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   it's nearly [zodiac] season, bitches

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   i see your "will make content for rarepairs" and i raise you "will make content for pairs literally no one has ever considered and probably for a good reason"

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   i was DOOMED and thus so are all of u

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   i am going to snap your fingernails vertically in half

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   own that garbage

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   oh fuck that suck

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   we were building a desert set which was less exciting and more construct-y but it did lead to the following conversation:   [ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   guy walking in: chickenwire, huh. what's gonna come out of that?   [ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   me: quicksand

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   viva la resistance motherfuckers

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   well the ass and the face are the most disturbing part

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   it was still very much about the shape of his teeth

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   a real whoosy boi

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   if i suffer y'all suffer that's the rules

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   also icb ur liveblogging your crime

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   granted i do still want the [body part(s)] to be attached to the person and not just laying around somewhere

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   i'm gonna go with "have repressed all memories of this by tomorrow and even looking at this conversation for context isn't going to provide us with information"

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   ... Well if u ever commit a crime and need to change ur hair ur all set

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   oh god i'd completely forgotten about the teeth conversation

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   something about that ass Haunts me

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   [name]'s teeth are,,,,,,, h*t

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   ur not late, any time is a good time to hate capitalism

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   oh shit [name]s pulling out the big guns

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   listen as far as the things you could come back to go i think this is a good one

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   Amateur theatre energy is alarmingly similar to redneck ingenuity energy

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   threat acknowledged

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   i take it back i don't want any more information

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   what do we say to the god of baby germs

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   and then Goth happened

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   turn everything into a photishooot

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   but u also would have got pictures of me depositing the tiger in the cow shed

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   i feel like you constantly forget that i'm always full of Good Points

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   you want to punish urself by seeking unhealthy relationships. also the stars say u may want to have ur feet fucked

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   "white orc sex slave" is not a phrase i thought i'd hear today

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   yeah raw sexual energy

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   [name] perks up at the mention of lying to the fbi lmao

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   yall are dumb and i love u

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   HOW CRYPTID IS THE COWBOY IF U CAN TELL HE'S INDIFFERENT

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   [image file saying 'mothman respects your position but must express his dissent. also you're going to die.]

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   ...do i need to make the vampire joke

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   ur amazing and so good and so important and lowkey i'm crying abt how much i love u and u deserve every good thing i love u thanks for coming to my ted talk

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   look me in the eyes and tell me steve wouldn't crawl up thanos's butthole to save the world and get bucky back

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   [name] i am going to choke you

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   my brain was immediately with "she took the shirt off to wipe away the blood of someone, possibly someone she murdered, and then had to put the shirt back on

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   i literally never know what i'm going to come back to when i open this chat

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   i make no excuses for who i am as a person

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   i am going to jump off the edge of the earth.   [ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   and that's not me saying flat earthers are right that's me saying i will flatten it myself and then jump off

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   i'm trying to show sympathy you fuck

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   what can i say, i'm an escapist bitch

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   i never want to see dick and clown in the same sentence ever again

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   oh fuck off. i don't know what they've done but it's [name] so it's gonna be bad.

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ]   icb we have a test run on new year's eve

[objectivesubjectivity]

I love a good cover song but due to the strict guidelines I created for this project, most of my collection of cover albums won’t be seeing the light of day as they tend to be compilations rather than traditional albums. This is a great disservice to the masterful arrangements found on  “Folkways: A Vision Shared - A Tribute to Woodie Guthrie and Leadbelly,” and “The Duran Duran Tribute Album,” but it also saves me from listening to “Rock Music: A Tribute to Weezer,” and basically all of the “Punk Goes [insert genre here],” disasterpieces. 

But as luck would have it, this past week, I ended up listening to three cover albums, all very different in tone and style, and it got me thinking about what makes a good cover and, furthermore, what makes a good cover album.

The first was from the kings of the punk cover: Me First and the Gimme Gimmes. These arrangements are simplistic in nature (figure out the power chords and speed up the damn thing) but Me First, every now and then, has the ability to transcend the anarchic destruction or satirical rendering of the original track that plagues most attempts and present something that feels both reverent and original. The tempo and distortion can breathe new life into old tracks and on “Have A Ball,” songs like “One Tin Soldier” and “I Am An Island” are given this treatment. But 12 tracks are a lot, even for an album clocking in at under 30 minutes and most of the other tracks either fall victim to the punk cover curse or come off apathetic. 

And then there’s “Version,” Mark Ronson’s Motown-ing of acts such as Radiohead, Britney Spears, and Ryan Adams. Like the punk cover, there is also a formula for this treatment: give it a funky beat, toss in some horns, and record it to tape. For much of the album, it works: “Stop Me,” “Apply Some Pressure,” and the magnificent “Valerie,” possess earnestness and heart, that while perhaps present in the original, are entirely novel in Ronson’s reimagining. But there is also a sheen of self-gratification present in these tracks. The majority of the songs stem from the mid-aughts and, sonically, are aged backwards: “now” doesn’t sound as good as “then.” If you only hear one or two tracks out of context this criticism is far less present than if you listen to the entirety of the album. While the punks might not care, Ronson wants the listener to know that he thinks he can do it better.

And then there’s “Hope,” which is a cover album of songs by the band who wrote those songs in the first place. Manchester Orchestra’s “Cope” is a barrage of straightforward, smart, aurally engaging rock and roll and “Hope,” is basically “Cope” acoustic. I used to salivate at acoustic renderings: the original “Punk Goes Acoustic,” is the one exception to the previously mentioned shit-shows of “Punk Goes...” albums. But as I grew older, I started to hear “stripped-down” as code for “I need some money.” So I approached “Hope” with great trepidation and for the most part, my initial concerns were validated. But then “Every Stone” stripped nearly everything away and brought forth a haunting beauty that is masked by the wall of sound in the original. And I became a little less cynical about why a band might want to take a stab at reimagining their compositions. 

“Every Stone,” in many ways, presents the perfect reason to cover a song: the artist hears something imbedded in the original work that they want to bring to the surface. This is remarkably evident in Johnny Cash’s version of “Hurt,” or Jeff Buckley’s “Hallelujah,” or even The Ataris’ “Boys of Summer” (@ me bro). And while both Me First and Ronson have their examples, it’s hard to string together an entire album’s worth of material that reaches this level. 

“The Duran Duran Tribute Album” does it but unfortunately it’s not a stop on this journey. 

Here are some Spotify links to the tracks referenced:

One Tin Soldier I Am A Rock Stop Me Apply Some Pressure Valerie Every Stone (Cope Version) Every Stone (Hope Version)

What I listened to last week:

Top 100 contenders in bold.

Marianne Faithful - Vagabond Ways

Grizzly Bear - Veckatimest

Archers of Loaf - Vee Vee

The Hives - Veni Vidi Vicious

Mark Ronson - Version

Dillinger Four - Versus God

The Verve Pipe - The Verve Pipe

The Promise Ring - Very Emergency: A far cry from “Nothing Feels Good,” but Tracks 2-5 are fucking stellar.

Thrice - Vheissu

Panic! At The Disco - Vices & Virtues

Pinehurst Kids - Viewmaster

The Verve Pipe - Villains: Like most people, I bought this album because of “The Freshman.” But perhaps unlike most people, I’m really glad I did. “The Freshman,” may, in fact, be my least favorite track on the album.

Depeche Mode - Violator

Neko Case & Her Boyfriends - The Virginian

Onelinedrawing - Visitor

Pearl Jam - Vitalogy

Viva Death - Viva Death

Coldplay - Viva La Vida or Death and All of His Friends: This was a track or two away from landing a contender spot and, while remembered for its title track (or, rather, the first half of the title), it should be remembered for Violet Hill and Lovers in Japan/Reign in Love.

Matchbook Romance - Voices

Jay-Z - Vol. 2: Hard Knock Life: I don’t get it.

Slipknot - Vol. 3: The Subliminal Verses

Jay-Z - Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter: I still don’t get it.

Gatsby’s American Dream - Volcano

Volcano, I’m Still Excited!! - Volcano, I’m Still Excited!!: This is Mark Duplass’s band (you know, the guy from The League and Creep) and they sound like Rivers Cuomo had a younger brother who also wanted desperately to be cool but in an entirely different way than Rivers. It’s absolutely worth your time.

cky - Volume 1

She & Him - Volume 1

She & Him - Volume 2

D’Angelo - Voodoo

Pearl Jam - Vs

Catch Up Albums (Albums I missed or purchased/acquired since beginning the quest):

2 Chainz - B.O.A.T.S. II#METIME

Rainer Maria - Catastrophe Keeps Up Together

Mercury Rev - Deserter’s Songs

The Dictators - Go Girl Crazy!

Me First & The Gimme Gimmes - Have A Ball

Manchester Orchestra - Hope

LCD Soundsystem - LCD Soundsystem

Propaghandi - Today’s Empires, Tomorrow’s Ashes

Albums listened to in total: 1,884

[artificialqueens]

Your life is gonna change me (Biadore) Chapter 5 - AbbiNeedless

“Can we come in?”

Adore looked at her office’s door and found Aja standing with Farrah by her side.

“Sure.”

She closed the book she was reading and looked at her students.

“Is something wrong?” “Not at all!” Aja said. “Actually we’re here to give you a little present.”

Farrah took from her backpack a little pink box with a white gift bow.

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” “I chose the wrapping and the bow.” Farrah said when she gave her the box. “I can see.” She opened their present and found four seeds with a red ribbon each. “I’ve seen these before but I don’t remember what are those.” “Those are ojos de venado.” Aja explained her. “It’s an amulet against bad influences, bad vibes and envies.” “Wow…” “Yeah, you should wear it now that you’re pregnant and give one to your wife, for protection.” “And these other two are for my kids?” “Yeah, my mama used to say that every baby should wear it so people couldn’t do them a mal de ojo.” “Thank you, girls, this is a very good and cute gift.” The girls walked to her and hugged her, Aja helped her to wear the amulet in her wrist. “You’re welcome, mrs Delano.” Farrah said and hugged her one last time. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” “See you, girls!”

—-

Mom: Adore Adore: I didn’t do it! Adore: wassup? Mom: Come to the house, I have a surprise for you Adore: I’ll be there :3

—-

Adore closed her car’s door and walked to the house.

“Why dos this fucking path has to be steep? Goddamn it.”

She opened the door’s house.

“Mom?” “Kitchen!”

Adore put her things in her mom’s couch and walked to where the voice came, she found her mom with a lot of worsted balls in the table and two little hand knitted blankets.

“Oh my God, you knitted those?” She sat next to her mom and took a pink blanket in her hands, it felt soft and warm. “I did.” Bonnie looked proud of her work. “You never knit.” “I only knit in special occasions.” She smile to her daughter. “I haven’t finished them yet, I still need to put their names with white thread so they look perfect for my grandbabies’ cribs.” “You still have four months, mom.” “Those months will be gone before you realize.” She took her daughters hands. “How have you being feeling?” “My boobs are bigger, mom and my back hurts a lot.” “Everyone can see that your boobs are bigger, Adore, they’re getting huge!” “I didn’t know that was something that happened now, I thought it would be when they were almost here.” “Nope, it happens now. What about your back? How many pillows do you need to sleep?” “Like five, my back always fucking hurts, even when I’m in bed and… Mom.” “What? Is something wrong?” “Mom…” “Is something wrong?” “They’re moving.” She took her hand and placed in her stomach. “They’re moving!” “Oh God.” She put both hands on her daughter stomach, she could feel how both of her grandbabies were moving inside of her daughter, it almost made her cry. “You better sign these kids in dancing lessons when they grow up.” “I’ll ask Alyssa or maybe Laganja.” She said with a big smile. “Sasha said that I’m going to be feeling their moves more often now that they’re bigger, it’s so surreal!” “I know, it’s always like this with the first pregnancy.” Bonnie said. “Ernie never let me sleep, he was always dancing in here!” “Ethan and Willow must be learning how to dance tango, just look at them!” “Sign them with Alyssa.”

—-

Tyra: Bianca? Bianca: I’m on my studio, do you need something? Tyra: could you please come to my office? I need to talk to you Bianca: why don’t you come to my studio? I’m busy with the gown for Dakota Fanning Tyra: you serious? Bianca: you are the one who wants to talk with me Tyra: you win, I’ll be there in a minute

—-

“Bianca?” “Come in, Tyra.”

Tyra got into her studio and walked to her, she studied the dress her mannequin was wearing.

“Take a picture.” Bianca said while she hand sewn the final details. “It last longer.” “I didn’t come here to talk about Dakota’s dress.” “Then?” “The New York fashion week of this year.” “What about it?” “Are you going to attend it?” “Of course I am, why are you asking?” “Well, I thought you were not going.” “Why?” She held the needle with her teeth. “Because of Adore’s pregnancy, I think it would better for Adore to have her wife by her side, we all know sometimes she can’t handle difficult situations like the one you are living now alone.” Courtney and Valentina turned their gaze at Bianca, she looked mad. “This is about to get real.” Courtney gave her cellphone to her daughter and looked at Valentina, she nodded. “Tyra.” Bianca said.“Adore’s pregnancy is not an impediment for me to go to the fashion week, by that time she is going to be a seven months pregnant lady and she is going to be just fine.” “If you say so.” She gave her dress a last look and walked to the door. “By the way, that dress needs a last stitch on the side.”

She took her cellphone out and typed a message.

Bianca: Can I kill Tyra? Raja: I’d love to see that but Marco would kill us if something happened to her Raja: why do you want to kill her now?? Bianca: she’s being a bitch Raja: nothing new Bianca: about Adore’s pregnancy Raja: kill her and then throw her body to a river Raja: I’ll help you!

Bianca smiled to her phone’s screen.

Bianca: I’ll have it on mind

She finished sewing the dress, it was a beautiful long sleeved dress, the fabric had a flower petal pattern that the Fanning girl had chosen herself.

“I don’t think the dress needs an extra stitch on the side.” Courtney said behind her.

Bianca nodded and walked to her desk thinking in how many ways she could call Tyra a bitch.

“Bianca, could you please stop mumbling about Tyra?” “Courtney, she was talking shit about my wife!” “Mama, what is shit?” The red haired girl who was sitting in one of the chairs asked her. “It’s a bad word that you cannot say, ok?” “But what is it?” “What Tyra says.” Bianca said and sat on her chair.

Victoria put the cellphone down and walked to Bianca.

“Don’t be angry.” “I’m already angry, Vicky.” “Then don’t be it.” “What a great solution.” She sighed and covered her face with her free hand. “Vicky, why don’t you go to play with Valentina? Auntie Bianca is a little bit upset.” “Ok, mom.”

The little girl left them alone and joined Valentina in the other side of the studio.

“Don’t be mad at Vicky, she is just worried about you.” “I’m not mad at her, I’m mad at Tyra, that bitch wants to take my spot in the fashion week so she can show her stupid bride dresses, they’re not even that good.” “Look, you have a lot of work here and that stresses you out and then there’s Adore and your kids, try to relax a little bit.” “I was relaxed until that bitch came and started to talk…” Courtney raised her eyebrows. “Dumb things about my wife.” “Try to focus on something else.”

Her cellphone lighted up with a notification, she opened the message and a smile was on her face again.

Baby Jesus eyes: look at this, Bea!! Baby Jesus eyes sent two pictures. Baby Jesus eyes: My mom knitted two blankets for Ethan and Willow with their names on it! It’s so cute I almost puked rainbows ❤❤❤❤ and two of my students gave me ojos de venado, they say it keeps envies and bad vibes from the person who’s wearing it, I’m already wearing one and I have one for you and for our babies :D My willow: that amulet is what I need right now Baby Jesus eyes: I’m at my mom’s, come after work and I’ll give one to you

“Auntie Bianca?” Victoria asked her, Bianca helped her to sit in her lap. “You’re not mad anymore?” “No.” She looked at the photo of the knitted blankets with her kids names on those. “Not anymore.”

—-

“You shouldn’t wear that shit.” Bonnie said while she looked at her daughter. “Why not?” “Because is a bruja’s shit.” “It’s Santeria, I googled it and its white magic.” “All magic is bad.” “I don’t agree with that.”

The door opening noise distracted them from their fight, Bianca got into the house and smiled to them.

“Hi, Dorey. Hi, Bonnie.” “Bianca, thank God you’re here.” Bonnie said. “Come and tell your wife to stop this brujeria bullshit.” “Is this about the ojo de venado?” She kissed her wife and sat beside her. “Yeah, is not safe for her and the babies to wear that thing.” “Actually…” “…” “My mom used to make us wear them, they’re good for the person who’s wearing it.” Adore gave her mom a satisfied smile. “You see?” “Oh damnit, you know what? Do whatever you want, both of you are crazy.” “A little bit, yeah.” Adore rested her head on Bianca’s shoulder. “Well.” Bonnie handed them the knitted blankets. “These are for my grandbabies, put them on their cribs.” “We will.”

Bonnie gave them a big bear hug and walked with them to their cars.

“See you, later, mijas.” “See ya, mom.” Adore hugged Bonnie. “Take care of yourself, Adore.” “I always do it!” “I mean it, baby.” She took her daughter’s hands. “Take care of yourself.” “I will, mom, you don’t have anything to worry about.”

She got into her car and drove away.

—-

Valentina: Tia Bianca Tia B: yes, kiddo? Valentina: can I spend the night at Violet’s? Tia B: hmm… Valentina: Pleaseeeeee? :3 Tia B: yeah, whatever Valentina: Yay! See ya tomorrow :D Tia B: Don’t drink too much Valentina: who said we’re going to drink? Tia B: our missing vodka bottle Tia B: rude Valentina: oops Tia B: just be careful Valentina: I always am!

—-

Bianca put her cellphone back in her pocket and grabbed the popcorn bowl, she joined her wife in the couch and cuddled with her.

“What movie do you want to see?” Adore asked her while she scrolled down on Netflix. “Whatever is ok.” “Sure?” “Not Contact, I told Katya I was not going to watch that shit.” “Ok, Bea, no Contact.” She started to type a name in the searcher. “Last time we went to our checkup Cynthia recommended me a movie called ‘Viva’, wanna watch it?” “Sure, play it.”

—-

Bianca was laying in the grass of their garden in the middle of the night just looking at the sky and playing with the amulet on her wrist, the movie made her think a lot about her parents and all the shit that happened when she came out to them. Dede and Sammy noticed there was something wrong with her and started giving little kisses to her face.

“Oh babies.” She kissed them back. “Mama is ok!”

Don’t lie to yourself, you’re not ok.

“I’m ok… I’m ok.”

—-

Christmas 1993

“Mama…” “Don’t you dare to call me that again, Bianca.” All of her siblings went to their rooms when they saw their mom was getting angry, Tony gave her a worried look before he disappeared into the stairs. “Papa?” “Who are you?…” Her mother screamed to her not letting her husband speak. “You’ve known me your whole life and you ask me this? I am the same girl who loved to play with her brothers, I’m the same girl who had always the main role in the school plays, I am the same teenager who started to design her own clothes and I am the same Bianca you’ve called daughter for the last 18 years! I just got tired of lying to you.” “…” “I’m your daughter.” “You should have keep that for yourself.” Her mother looked away. “I raised you for better.” “Mom…” “I want you out.” “What?” “Pack your things and leave my house, I won’t have a butch living under my roof.” “Laida, come on.” Her father said. “It’s Christmas, don’t make her do this now.” “She didn’t think about that before doing this! Before she became lesbian!” “I didn’t ‘become’ a lesbian! I’m always been like this!” “Stop this, Bianca!” Her mom looked at her, the look in her eyes was terrifying, Bianca had never seen her mom this angry. “I took a decision, I want you out by tomorrow midday.” Her mother left the dining room and closed her bedroom door with a slam. “Dad?” Bianca saw the man she loved the most getting up from his chair. “Dad…” “I’m sorry, Bianca but a decision has been taken.” He walked to her and sat by her side. “I hate to do this, I really do, but it has to be done.” “You have to be kidding!” She wiped the tears from her face. “Where will I go? What am I going to do?” “We have money saved for your college, before your mother remembers it I’m going to transfer all of it to your account.” “What?” “You’ll be able to pay your studies and find a nice place for you to live, you’ll have to get a better job though but this will help you out.” “Papa…” She got up and hugged her father with all of her strength, she didn’t want to leave him, she didn’t. “Go pack your things, Bea. Tomorrow I’ll help you find a place, I’m not like your mother.” “I know… I love you, Papa.” “I love you too, Bea.”

—-

She got up and entered her house again with the dogs behind her. She went to her office and turned on her computer, she opened a new document and started typing.

Adelaida and Dante.

This is Bianca, your daughter, do you remember me? It’s been a while since the last time we saw each other, Valentina’s quinceañera party, I think it was a good day, don’t you think?

I’m writing you because I realized a lot of things in the past months and I wanted to tell you about all that since I “left” your house.

I got two degrees, one in scenic arts and one as a fashion designer, after Hurricane Katrina I decided to move to New York, I lived there for a couple of years working in Broadway and when I turned 34 I moved to California, it’s an amazing city; the climate is great, no storms like in Louisiana, you’d love it.

Two years later I met someone, she has the most beautiful eyes in the world and the most beautiful smile and laugh too. She is super charismatic, clever, lovely and has the most enormous heart ever. We got married a year later, her name is Adore, I took her with me to Valentina’s quinces I don’t know if you remember her. She is a professor in the University of California and also a singer, you’d love to play guitar while she is singing, dad, I’m sure of that.

When we moved together we adopted two dogs, Dede and Sammy, they’re cute and small like Wendy was, my mother in law call them our perrijos, it’s really fun.

Also after we moved together I took Valentina, your granddaughter, under my wing. I have to say that I was pretty disappointed to know that you didn’t learn anything from what happened with me and the story repeated again with her. When Tony kicked her out after coming out she came to me and I gave her a place that she now can call home and she has a better life now; she studies dancing in the University of California and works with me as my model, she is doing great.

I’m also writing you because I wanted to give you news; my family is growing, Adore is pregnant, pregnant with twins and I realized that I want Ethan and Willow to know their grandparents. Adore’s mom is the sweetest grandmother I’ve known in the last few years, she has ten grandchildren and she knows all of their names and always gives them all the love she can. I want my children to have that with you.

I’m not forcing you to be back in my life again or to be in my children’s life, that’s your choice but it would be nice if my wife and my children could get to know my parents.

Your daughter. Bianca.

PS. I’m also sending you some pictures of the family and of my kids, they’ll be here in four months.

She printed the letter and put it on an envelope with the photos, she walked out of the house with her dogs and got to the mailbox.

“Well, it’s now or never.”

She put the letter into the mailbox and went back to her house without looking back.

[whydontwe-fanfics]

Viva Las Vegas

Description - You attend the BBMA’s with Logan and the Why Don’t We Boys.

Logan Paul Vlog - MY BEST FRIEND PASSED OUT IN VEGAS!

Sometimes, staying with Logan was a living hell. And by sometimes - it's more so all the time.

You and your mom were staying at Logan's for a while, you and your mom taking Logan's bed while he slept on the couch. Why were you both in California sleeping in Logan's bed?

It was your birthday tomorrow and as a birthday surprise, Logan got you the ability to attend the BBMA's with him and a few others. Those few others being a music group called Why Don't We, who you weren't foreign with being that Logan's introduced you to them before and you've been in their presence on many occasions.

Your mom was staying back in Cali while you and Logan flew off to the awards, watching after Kong and Maverick.

Unfortunately, after spending an entire month away from your brother, you forgot how loud he could be in the mornings and every other time of the day.

A small groan left your mouth as Pam walked into the room, clapping your hands.

"Up! Up! Shower quickly! We’re gonna go get breakfast," she enthusiastically cheered.

"Why can't we just order?" You grumble, burying your head deeper into the pillow.

"I want to go out and you're coming with. Now hurry," she swipes the blanket off of your body and you whine in protest. It took you half an hour to finish showering and getting dressed, now you were doing your make up in the mirror that rested against Logan's wall. You sat with your legs crossed, applying mascara onto your eye lashes when Logan busted through the door with his vlog camera in one hand and Kong in the other.

"YO, LOOK! It's my sister! Out of bed and not sleeping! That's a first," Logan's voice booms as he points the camera at you and then himself.

"Oh shut up," you say, glancing down at your phone that played Pretty Little Liars on Netflix.

"Mom woke you up an hour ago," Logan points out.

"I'm aware," you hum.

"It took you an hour to get ready and you aren't even done, yet," Logan continues.

"Stop acting surprised, we've lived in the same house for fifteen years," you roll your eyes at him.

"Excuse me for still wondering why it takes you so long to scrub yourself with soap and throw on some clothes."

"It's a lot more than that," you scoff, turning on your bum to face him. "I have to wash my face, put on the creams that keep the acne somewhat away, wash my hair, blow dry my hair - which I haven't even done yet, straighten my hair, choose an outfit to wear and find out what kind of makeup goes with the outfit chosen," you explain as Logan just narrows his eyes, facing the camera to you and then him repeatedly.

"I'm sorry, all I heard was waste time, waste time and waste even more time," Logan shrugged before walking out of the room. You shook your head and went back to getting ready. An hour passed before you were done with everything.

"I could've sworn I said to be quick," Pam said from where she sat on the couch, looking back at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Quick isn't in my vocabulary," you tell her. "Hey, Jeff."

"Morning, Y/N," Jeff greets, looking up from his laptop for a second or two before going back to whatever he was doing.

"Kong's coming with us," your mom mentions and you nod before going to pick up the dog.

"Oh, wow, she's finally done," Logan says as he walks into the living room. He then turns to his camera and starts talking, your ears zoning out until you hear him start talking about the Billboard Awards. "So, yeah, I'm presenting an award at the Billboard Music Awards, correct?" He points to Jeff, who nods. "What is the award I'm presenting?"

"You're presenting the top social artist award."

"Great!"

"Justin Bieber-"

"Wa-wa-wait. Why is it not me? Am I right, social media artist award - HAHA," he points the camera to his crotch where he starts humping the air.

You shake your head with a small smile on your lips.

"And who are the nominees?" Logan faces the camera back on his and Jeff's face.

"Justin Bieber. BTS. Selena Gomez. Shawn Mendes," Jeff says.

"Ooh, hear that, Mama?" Pam is then brought into the camera. "You hear that Mom?"

"Can I come?"

"... sorry," Jeff is heard from the sidelines and you laugh.

"It's not your birthday tomorrow, Ma," Logan teasingly sympathizes.

"Sorry, Mom," you input.

"Alright, I'll just stay here and take care of Kong," she stomps her foot.

"I like that!" Logan hoots.

Another half hour passed before your mom headed to you, lightly slapping your knee which was bent and pressed again your stomach. "Alright, let's head out so you could be back here to finish up your packing before you leave," Pam grabs her purse off the table before going to hook the leash onto Kong's collar. You nod and hop onto your feet, heading to the door and unlocking it.

Getting breakfast didn't take long before you were back at the apartment and zipping up your suit case.

"Y/N hurry the f************ up!" Logan points his camera on you as he storms into the room.

"I'm done, you dimwit," you tell him, putting the last item into the side of your backpack, that being your phone charger.

"Well then let's get goin'," he rushes you. You both say bye to Pam and then temporarily Jeff, as he would meet you guys in Vegas. Logan and the boys scored a seat for you on the private jet they were taking, and you couldn't be more excited.

You and Logan get in the uber and he continues talking to his vlog camera. The uber stops at Logan's favorite smoothie shop and he goes to purchase one before you guys are back on the road again.

"Guys, I love smoothies, but you know what's better than smoothies? Private jets - YEHEHE! I am fortunate enough, along with Y/N, to be able to take one to Vegas today. Actually, with my lil bros, the Why Don't We boys - who I believe are actually right -" he points the camera out the window and points at the upcoming van before shouting "IN THERE!"

Logan hops out the uber and so do you. He heads to greet the boys while you pull the luggage out of the trunk. The boys hop out of the car that brought them and fist bump Logan.

"This is sexy!" Logan squeals, showing the jet to the camera.

A smile grows on your face as Jack and Daniel come skating your way.

"Whaddup," Jack skids by, high-fiving you in the process.

"Hey, Y/N," Daniel stops his skate board beside you just as Jack rides back and Jonah, Corbyn, and Zach appear as well. They all try to help you with the luggage but only two suit cases were in the trunk, so there was no need for them to do so.

Eventually, Jonah passed Logan his suit case and Daniel got yours out for you. You had stolen his skate board somehow as he got your luggage out, and rode it by the private jet as your Snapchated the scene, Daniel trying to catch up to you.

"What do you get when you cross a bunch of millennials and a private jet?" Logan asks his camera. "Hella Snapchats, bro. Hella content. Hella Instagram," he shows you and the boys all with your phones out, recording the moment.

Daniel eventually catches up to you and you go to swipe Jack's, but he knows what's coming and easily rides by you.

"Not today," he winked as you rolled with eyes with the smallest of smiles.

Eventually came the time when you all had to board the jet, and you stood beside Logan as he recorded the boys climbing on. You sat in the seat horizontally across from Jack and vertically across from Jonah, Jonah beside Zach and Logan with his back to yours, Corbyn and Daniel sitting on his side. (This isn't how seats are originally arranged in the video tbf)

25% of the ride to Vegas was spent trying to solve one of the boys' runic cubes while Jack and Zach had solved theirs at least twice. Another 25% was devoted to goofing around with Jack, Jonah, and Zach.

"Yo, there's snacks back here," Logan says loudly, causing you and the boys to all turn towards him, although you were the first one up to head over. Logan whips open his camera and began filming as you open a drawer filled with peanut packages.

"You guys, I’m exploring the plane right now, oh so many drawers! What we got, bro?" He turns the camera to Jack who opened the first drawer upwards. "We got plates! We got ice!” He opens a drawer filled with ice and miniature water bottles.

"Jackpot," you say aloud, causing Jack, Corbyn, and Logan to look at the top drawer that was filled with snacks.

"Whoa! We got Clif bars! We got brain food!" Logan shouts. "We got wet ones!" He and Jack point to the wet wipes. Logan then turns the camera to all the boys who were crowding the back. "They all came cause they heard we got wet ones." He then turns to the liquor on the top shelf. "Yo, lookie here, we got that good good. We got a lil alcohol right here," he takes a small whiskey bottle. Jack stealthily swipes the bottle from Logan's hand, but Logan laughs while taking it back. "No, no, no, you're underage, you're underage - but I'll do it, for you, though."

"You hate Whiskey," you scoff as you bite into a Clif bar before everybody cheers him on as he gulps the entire thing down.

"That's so bad," Daniel scrunched his nose.

"Yeah, you're right," Logan's face turns red as he coughs. "It's horrible. I don't like whiskey. I just did it for principle!"

You shook your head from your seat, opening your phone and checking the time as Logan continues exploring the jet with his camera. You flinch when you see something in your peripheral vision coming at you. A small laugh leaves your lips when you see that it was just your brother being the goof he is, doing a hand stand in the middle aisle.

For the rest of the flight, you, your brother and the guys all lounged around. For a few minutes, everyone just stood around as you all waited for the drivers to come pick you up - Jack and Daniel riding their boards around, Logan vlogging and you standing with Zach, Corbyn, and Jonah.

Some time passed before a van pulled up, Logan climbing into the front while you and the boys fill the two rows in the back, you sit in the very last row at the left end beside Corbyn whilst Jack, Daniel and Jonah sat in the row in front.

The ride to the hotel was loud, the boys singing 'The Song That Doesn't End" because Logan told them that you hated that song.

By the time you all reached the hotel, you were tired. And because Jonah was such a sweetheart, you were perched on his back, his hat on your head as he had his hands gripping the backs of your knees.

"Gotta love hotels. Something I love more than hotels? Seeing my lazy baby sister putting people to work to her benefit," Logan tells his camera with a smile before showing it to the scene beside him. You hid behind Jonah's head as he laughed.

"He offered!" You say.

"I was joking," Jonah scoffed.

"But look where we are now," you mention, causing him to shake his head with a small smile.

"I give it a week," Logan whispers to his camera, inaudible to both you and Jonah who are bantering back and forth. "I told the boys if the vibes are good this weekend, I'd put 10k on black," he says.

"You won't do it," Jonah smugly says as you slide off his back and onto your own feet.

"Ah-NOW I HAVE TO DO IT!" Logan roars.

You take Jonah's hat off your head and place it back on Jonah's head, being that he's the one who put it on you when he took it off to run his fingers through his hair.

"I'm ready to jump into my hotel bed," you sigh as you retrieve your suit case from the trunk before shutting it close and waving a thank you to the driver. He pulls off as Jack politely grabs your suitcase from you even though you didn't ask him to.

"It's alright," you smile at the kind gesture, going to take it from him, but he shakes his head and keeps the handle tight in his grip.

"I got it," he dramatically bows and you roll your eyes playfully.

"And they say chivalry is dead."

You and the rest of the guys head into the hotel and explore the hotel's lobby before actually heading up to your rooms. Logan goes to the boys' room before his own but you go straight to yours, collapsing on your bed and throwing your backpack on one of the chairs. Jack still had your suit case but you were too tired to go and get it. A few minutes passed with you just laying in bed and nearly falling asleep when you feel for bodies collapsing either beside you or on you.

A scream left your throat as you quickly sat up to see that the bodies that trampled you under them belonged to Logan, Jack, Jonah, and Daniel. Corbyn stood with Logan's vlog camera recording the whole thing and Zach laughing while clapping his hands and bending forward.

"I thought I was being jumped in my own hotel room," you huff, shoving Logan off of your bed completely, victoriously watching as he tumbles to the floor.

"Who would jump you?" Corbyn laughs.

"I don't know, how did you guys get it?" You question.

"I have one of your key cards," Logan state's as he hops up from the floor.

"Shouldn't you be at the stadium?" You ask Logan, whose eyes grew wide.

"Sh**!" Was Logan's last word before he grabbed his camera from Corbyn and scurried out of your room.

About an hour and a half later, you, Jack, Zach and Corbyn are chilling around in your room. Corbyn was watching your television because he says yours was bigger than his; Zach on his laptop at your hotel room's desk for no reason at all - just to be there; and Jack and you lied in weird positions on your bed as you scrolled through Tumblr on your laptop and Jack scrolled through social media on his phone. You lied on your stomach while Jack's head rested on your arched spine, his body lying horizontally while you were straight.

Jack's random laughing would be accompanied by you saying 'send it to me' and him sending it to you via Instagram, and then you laughing at whenever it is he sent. Then Corbyn and Zach would also laugh because Jack sent it to the group chat you guys had.

All was chill and calm until you heard Zach say 'no way' from where he sat.

"What?" Jack's head tilted backward, trying to see Zach.

"Daniel just found someone's underwear in the bathroom," he chuckled, springing out of his seat and running to the door. For no reason at all - just for the sake of being there, Corbyn, Jack and you rushed after him and down the hall to where Daniel and Jonah were hanging. Zach quickly knocked on the door and Daniel opened it.

"You saw my story?"

"I saw your story."

That's all that had to be said before you all walk in, Daniel closing the door afterward.

"What is it?" Jack asked.

"It's a pantie," Jonah said and you giggled at his uncomfortableness saying the word.

"Is it really?" Corbyn snorts as they make their way to the bathroom, but you stay back.

"You guys are acting like it's a dead rat," you chuckle.

"What if it has STD's?" Daniel murmurs from beside you.

"That'd be unfortunate," is all you say before making your way past the gawking boys and to the pantyhose that lie on the ground of the bathroom. "That's a pretty nice pair," you pout with a nod and risen eyebrows.

"You're not gonna take them, are you?"

"Ew, no, why the hell-" you shudder at Zach's question just before Logan barges in with his camera.

Bad way to end it, ik, but I wanted to ask what you guys want to see in the next part. Not only who you wants y/n to end with, but a scene you'd want between the two or something GO CRAZY. Posting this pretty late, I hope you all like it. And as always - Masterlist | Request Here

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7 Superior Cocktail Recipes to Combine Up This Summer time – LifeSavvy

http://tinyurl.com/y4b72gdk Cabeca de Marmore/Shutterstock Summer time season is cocktail season. Listed below are among the finest cocktail recipes to get you began. There’s nothing like lounging within the solar, drink in your hand, not a care on this planet. However, you have to be ingesting the fitting drink. When you’re going to dwell your finest life, you have to be ingesting the very best drinks. A pleasant chilly cocktail is an ideal companion to your summertime enjoyable. Whereas the avant-garde finish of cocktails can get sophisticated, all these classics are straightforward to make at dwelling. Until in any other case famous, every recipe is for a single drink so scale up as mandatory. Common Cocktail Ideas Earlier than diving in, let’s go over a number of issues. The standard of your cocktails is (up to some extent) immediately in proportion to the standard of your elements. You can also make a margarita with low cost tequila, however your head won’t thanks the subsequent day. Alternatively, you completely shouldn’t make a margarita with a superb sipping mezcal—you’re losing it! For many cocktails, you’ll get the very best end result with an honest premium liquor—the type of factor you see first rate bars making cocktails with. Whereas you can also make cocktails with any gear, a correct shaker makes issues simpler. Equally, a jigger for measuring pours goes a great distance in direction of conserving your cocktails constant. A set like this has just about all the things you want for the cocktails on this checklist, although additionally, you will want a blender if you wish to make frozen cocktails. And, after all, whereas alcohol is authorized and enjoyable nearly in every single place, it’s a drug that’s often abused. Drink responsibly. Cocktails are usually fairly potent (and their sweetness usually masks how sturdy they’re) so be additional cautious to not have one too many. Traditional Daiquiri The traditional daiquiri is certainly one of my all-time favourite drinks. It’s one of many easiest cocktails potential—simply rum, sugar syrup, and lime juice—however owe the way it works with the bitter limes offset by the candy sugar and rum. Components 1.5 ozwhite rum 1 ozfresh lime juice 0.5 ozeasy sugar syrup Lime Instructions Pour the rum, lime juice, and easy syrup right into a cocktail shaker with customary ice cubes. Shake effectively and pressure by way of a bar sieve right into a cocktail glass. Garnish with a wedge of lime. Channel your inner-Hemingway and sip away. Frozen Daiquiri Whereas the frozen daiquiri could be a staple of awful theme bars, a effectively made one remains to be a scrumptious method to calm down on a scorching day. You’ll be able to both go away them purely lime flavored or add strawberries for a fruitier possibility. Components 1.5 ozwhite rum 1 ozfresh lime juice 0.5 ozeasy sugar syrup 0.5 oztriple sec 0.75 cup of crushed ice 1 cup of strawberries (non-compulsory) Instructions When you’re making a strawberry daiquiri, first put the strawberries in a blender and mix right into a puree. Pressure the puree with a sieve to take away a lot of the seeds. Put aside for later and clear for later. Add the rum, lime juice, easy syrup, triple sec, crushed ice and, if you happen to’re utilizing it, strawberry puree, to a blender. Mix till you’ve acquired a slushy-like consistency. Pour right into a glass and drink with a straw. Margarita Mexico has given the world loads of wonderful issues. The 2 most pricey to me? Scrumptious delicacies and tequila. I’ll be having tacos for lunch, however for now, let’s take a look at the classicist tequila cocktail of all of them: the margarita. Components 1.5 oztequila 1 oztriple sec or Cointreau 0.5 ozfresh lime juice 1 lime wedge 1 tsp of salt Instructions Run the lime wedge across the fringe of your cocktail glass then roll it in salt that you simply’ve unfold on a saucer—this provides your glass that traditional margarita salt rim. Add the tequila, triple sec, and lime juice to a shaker with ice cubes. Shake effectively and pressure by way of a bar sieve into the glass. Garnish with the wedge of lime. Frozen Margarita If an everyday margarita isn’t hitting the spot, you’ll be able to flip the temperature one other notch cooler with a frozen margarita. It’s a lot the identical drink however served like a slushy. Components 1.5 oztequila 1 oztriple sec or Cointreau 0.5 ozfresh lime juice 0.75 cup of crushed ice 1 lime wedge (non-compulsory) 1 tsp of salt (non-compulsory) Instructions Rimming a glass with salt is non-compulsory for a frozen margarita because you’re most certainly to drink it by way of a straw however, if you wish to keep conventional, run the lime wedge across the fringe of your cocktail glass and roll it in salt to coat. Add the tequila, triple sec, lime juice, and crushed ice to a blender. Mix till you’ve acquired that slushy-like consistency you’re in search of. Serve, and revel in. Sangria Goskova Tatiana/Shutterstock Sangria is a Spanish traditional for a superb motive. This candy, fruity punch is finest served within the shade with cheese and charcuterie for the total expertise, nevertheless it goes down a deal with any time. Be warned: this recipe is for a bowl of punch. It requires a whole bottle of wine, so don’t plan on ingesting the entire thing your self when you’ve got something to do in the present day (or tomorrow). Components 1 bottle of fruity pink Spanish wine. Suppose one thing like a Rioja or Tempranillo 1 massive orange 1 massive apple. Observe, you’ll be able to substitute the apple with seasonal fruit like pears or melons 1 small lemon or lime 1 cup orange juice three Tbsp of natural cane sugar half cup brandy. Rum will also be used Instructions Chop all of the fruit into small chunks leaving the rinds on. Put in a big pitcher with sugar and muddle or crush with a picket spoon for a couple of minute. Add pink wine, brandy, and orange juice. Combine effectively for about 30 seconds. Style, and add extra orange juice, brandy, or sugar as mandatory. Add ice to sit back. As soon as chilly, serve with a ladle. Alternatively, if you happen to’re in a rush, serve over ice cubes in a glass. Cuba Libre Tasty cocktails can take time to make, so it’s value having one thing fast and scrumptious in your bag of methods. Cuba Libre matches the invoice completely. Not only a rum and Coke, it is a celebration of Cuban revolutionary spirit—and lengthy summer season days. Components 1.5 ozspiced rum three ozCola 1 lime Instructions Add ice cubes to a tall glass. Minimize two wedges from the lime and squeeze into the glass coating the ice with lime juice. Add the rum then the cola. Stir softly to combine. Viva Cuba Libre! Aperol Spritz The Aperol spritz appeared to take over the world final summer season. Whereas the frenzy has light a little bit, it’s nonetheless a traditional summer season drink, and there’s no motive to not make it an enormous a part of your summer season ingesting plans. Components 2 ozAperol 2 ozprosecco Sprint of soda Orange Instructions Fill a wine glass with ice cubes and add the prosecco and Aperol. High off with the sprint of soda and garnish with a slice of orange. Now you’ve made your very personal Aperol spritz! Cocktails are among the tastiest drinks round. These summer season classics are straightforward to take pleasure in on a scorching day—or hiding inside from the rain. !function(f,b,e,v,n,t,s){if(f.fbq)return;n=f.fbq=function(){n.callMethod?n.callMethod.apply(n,arguments):n.queue.push(arguments)};if(!f._fbq)f._fbq=n;n.push=n;n.loaded=!0;n.version='2.0';n.queue=[];t=b.createElement(e);t.async=!0;t.src=v;s=b.getElementsByTagName(e)[0];s.parentNode.insertBefore(t,s)}(window,document,'script','https://connect.facebook.net/en_US/fbevents.js');fbq('init','267914477473431');fbq('track','PageView'); Source link