#I believe this is from when David Bowie was on Live by Request

[allistardust]

Stop motion Jareth. 🔮👨🏼‍🎤 Audio source: https://youtu.be/fJdA7dwx6-4

[hauntedwitch04]

Never better

Steve Harrington x reader

Words: about 1,8k words

Warnings: none, just fluff and idiots totally in love with each other

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DAY 2: “You really did this for me?” "I made one for every single person I love, but your is the one I did first because you were the first I thought about."

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Fall has finally arrived.

You have been waiting months for this moment, and finally looking out the window you can see the first trees turning orange. The air has grown colder, and the rain more frequent. You smile as you bake your second pan of cookies, having spent an entire afternoon making snacks to eat this evening at the movie night being held at your and Steve's house. You have just moved in and thought there was no better way to inagitate than to have an evening with all your closest friends.

You didn't realize, too immersed in your thoughts that in the meantime your boyfriend had entered the house, with bags full of Halloween decorations and candy.

Steve watches you hum David Bowie's "Starman" while icing the last of the cookies and can't help but smile. He still doesn't understand how he was lucky enough to get your love after being treated very badly in high school, believing he was king of the world at the time. Years later, when you met again and together with all your friends managed to survive the upside down, he apologized a billion times for how he had treated you and asked if there was any way he could make it up to you, and you, after thinking about it a few days told him that maybe there was a way, and he was taken out to dinner after going to the movies to see the new movie with Winona Rider, "The Heaters."

By the end of that date you had kissed each other passionately in the rain, just like in one of those old movies you saw as a child with your mother. It had been just perfect, and you hadn't been able to help but say yes to going out one more time with him, and one more time until you decided to get a house together, and try to see how living under the same roof would go.

You turn around and see Steve looking at you as he smiles at you, and you can't help but smile back. You wipe your hands on your apron before taking it off and walking over to your boyfriend, and hugging him as he lays a gentle kiss on your hair. You breathe deeply of the scent of his sweater, impregnated with the perfume you bought him the Christmas before, thinking it particularly suited him. You remain a few moments in silence, entwined in the middle of the kitchen, you with your head close to his warm chest, and he with his chin resting on your head, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. Eventually he is the one who breaks the silence.

"Baby, you made cookies for an army." He comments, looking around and seeing that everywhere there are cookies popping up as far as the eye can see.

"Harrington don't talk nonsense, this is barely enough to feed you and your brown bear metabolism that needs to hibernate." You respond jokingly as you punch him lightly in the chest.

You break away from the hug, starting to comment aloud about how there were still a lot of things to prepare before your friends arrived, when you feel a hand settle on your wrist, and you feel the boy draw you back to him.

He looks at you seriously enough to scare you, and immediately you think something bad is going to happen.

"Steve, you're scaring me." He comments, since he had not yet uttered a word after bringing you back to himself. With one hand he strokes your face, then runs his thumb over your lips. Suddenly he comes closer and leaves a light kiss on your lips, then asks you to wait for a second in that room with your eyes closed. You are increasingly confused, but nevertheless you nod and close your eyes, waiting for the boy to return.

You hear noises, as if something has fallen down the stairs, and then a few seconds later you hear Steve enter the kitchen. With your eyes still closed, you giggle, hiding your smile with your hand.

"Did you fall down the stairs?" Ask amusedly.

"I was in a hurry, and it's no laughing matter, I got discreetly hurt." Says Steve, but you hear him chuckle anyway. "You might as well open your eyes now honey." He continues, to leave a kiss on your cheek.

You open your eyes, and see the man you love smiling, a little breathless and his forehead a little red, being probably where he fell, however, what you are curious about is that he is hiding something behind his back. You move closer to leave a kiss on his forehead.

"So you get over the pain right away." You say smiling, as you would to a child.

"The best painkiller in the world." The boy replies, smiling.

Then slightly you move to look at what he is hiding, but he moves ahead of you and moves as well.

"No peeking." Your boyfriend takes you back, as he gestures for you to sit down, with a smile. You see him take a deep breath, before he starts talking again. "So, I was actually going to give you this present for Christmas, but I can't wait any longer, and anyway I think it might be useful to you already, and I'm always in time to give you another one as a present, so here, I hope you like it." He says quickly, as he moves the mysterious object in front of your eyes, and you can't help but be shocked by what's in front of you.

Steve holds in his hands a sweater, handmade, in your favorite color. Immediately you feel the tears forming in your eyes, unable to control them, as you take that still perfectly folded object from his hands and bring it to your nose, feeling that it has both his scent and the smell of your favorite perfume, and you can't help but dip your face into it, before turning back to look at your boyfriend, who has meanwhile been silently watching you, with a smile.

"Did you do that?" You ask unsurely, and he merely nods as he scratches the back of his neck, as if almost embarrassed.

"Did you really do this for me?" Ask again, not believing that a person could spend so much time doing something for you.

"I made one for every single person I love, but yours is the one I did first because you were the first I thought about." He says, looking at you, then continues. "Because you are the person I love most in the world." He finishes, kissing you softly on the lips. You can't help but drop a few tears as you thank him, and return those affirmations of affection, but Steve is apparently not out of surprises.

"But you still need to see why I can't wait a second to show you." He says, arranging a strand of hair behind your ear. "Open the sweater, and read what it says." He continues, and you confusedly do as he asks.

You raise your arms and spread your sweater like a cloth between you and your boyfriend, and immediately you feel your eyes about to pop out of their sockets as wide as you open them.

On the sweater, clearly and prominently are a few simple words that take your breath away.

<<WILL YOU MARRY ME?>>

You feel your heart stop for a moment as you pull down your sweater to look Steve in the eye, to ask him if he is serious or a joke, while in your brain you can't process a thought that wasn't totally steeped in the joy of seeing those simple words written on that gift made with so much love. Steve is no longer where I was a few seconds ago, though; he is now kneeling before you, a ring in his hand.

It's not exactly the brightest or the biggest ring you've ever seen, but at the same time you're convinced it's the most beautiful ring in the world.

You fall to your knees in front of him in your turn, still holding the sweater in your hands, clutching it to your chest as you look at him. Tears now run down your face relentlessly, but you can see that his are getting wet, too.

"I love you, I've always loved you, but somehow I was so stupid and blind that I didn't realize it. When I realized it, I was convinced I couldn't have even a shred of hope, but you were always too good and gave me another chance. At first I couldn't believe my luck, so I made up my mind and realized that I had to treat you like the queen you are or I would lose what someone up there gave me. I love you, and selfishly I cannot do without you. I've been thinking about officially asking you to be mine for months, nay years, but each time I tell myself that it's not the right time and that you deserve everything to be perfect, but enough is enough, I love you too much to wait just one more second, so would you do me the honor of being my wife?" Steve asks you through tears, having held them back throughout his speech. You can't help but hold back your joy, and with the sweater still clutched between your fingers, you throw your arms around his neck, sweeping him off his feet.

"Yes, a thousand times yes idiot, you don't even have to ask." You respond with a whisper in his ear as he pulls away slightly to place the ring on your finger. Looking at your face, he runs a hand under your eyes and wipes away your tears, before kissing you passionately.

You kiss back, and then you remain tightly embraced on the kitchen floor, locked in your own little bubble of happiness, as you forget about the world little by little, until a voice brings you back down to earth.

You both turn around and see all your friends looking at you worried or scared. Eddie still has what spare keys you gave him in his hand.

"You weren't responding, so we came in because we were afraid something had happened to you." Dustin says, on behalf of everyone. "But are you okay?" Max asks, increasingly confused by your happy expressions.

"Never better." Steve replies, leaving a kiss on your forehead, and you can't help but smile, only increasing your friends' curiosity.

[idjitlili]

We could be heroes.

Jareth x reader.

Summary: Imagine making it out of the Labyrinth, for a while life goes well. Until you feel the need to reunite with the Gobin king.

Word count:1099

Warning: A little angst, then fluff.

Request for @chiefdirector sorry it’s so short! Xx

You hadn't meant to miss it, no you shouldn't have. Only months had went by since you had escaped the Goblin Kings grasp, along with who you had wished away , mistakenly.

It wasn't that you didn't feel anything for Jareth, it was just you had a family and life. You couldn't just leave them. Plus, how could you watch Ewan Mcgregor in Moulin rouge, or Lord of the rings or Star Wars. Oh no , how would you play Lego games on the Wii?

Sure if Jareth lived on earth or you could visit, but he made no effort to tell you anything, other than you can live with me forever and he'd be your slave. When it felt like you'd be the only that was slave. You did not want to be trapped in a place you didn't know.

Jareth did not want you to go, the sparkle in his mismatched eyes, almost like they they were watering. You had defeated him fair and square. You felt guilty, yes he had the goblins but he didn't have anyone else. Especially when the goblins aren't exactly the best to talk to.

Once you had returned home everything was great for a while; after that life started to get more difficult and cruel. You had began talking walks often, even if it was once week walking the dog. An Owl, much like the one Jareth had turned into, you'd see every single time. The same beige and cream owl.

After a couple of weeks you'd see him in other places, in your garden from your room, on your way to college/work, in the rain everywhere except indoor. In honesty you liked it, you felt safe, like someone was watching you and keeping you safe. You just didn't know that was exactly what he was doing.

You had not seen Jareth in months, after a particularly rough day, coming home an empty,  you found yourself calling for him. Sitting upon the stone out the back door, the chill of the air pricking your skin, Your head in your hands.

"I wish you were here, Jareth, right now." Nothing, no glitter, it didn't work. You weren't going to wish someone away again, you couldn't wish yourself , right?

The warm of hand gently placed against your shoulder snapped you from your thoughts, looking toward the body sat next to you. Jareth. His hair was not the same mullet as you had last since him with, now replaced with shoulder length reddish orange hair, no poof, a chunk of blond in his fringe. His pupils still mismatched surrounded with blue, his outfit the same glittery coat, tight pants.

Your eyes locking on to his, his face frowning sadly at your form, as your threw yourself into his arms. His arms wrapped around your shoulders protecting you from the cold air, your face pushed against his chest.

"I missed you."

"I know."

What felt like minutes being in Jareth's hold was really hours.  Engulfed in his smell, he smelt like you weren't sure, if you was to meet David Bowie that's what he would smell like.

His eyes upon your face, his hand upon your hand, his lips caress your skin. The soft touch of Jareth's lips against your forehead, as he stroked your hair, running his fingers through it.

'It's more than I can stand

Why does my heart cry?Feelings I can't fight.’

The thoughts running your head like a river, the man that had plagued your mind for months appeared by your side within seconds,you were pretty sure he lived quite far away. But those around you , did not. How were you supposed to feel.

“You're free to leave me, but just don't deceive me. Please, believe me when I say I love you.” For a king Jareth was not good with surprises, his heart had stopped, did he hear you right? Faes don’t age maybe something was wrong with him and only his eardrums aged.

“P-pardon? Y-you love m-me?” Stuttering on pretty much all his words , as he whispered in disbelief looking into your tired eyes for some sign of a answer. That nod of your head made his heart pound like a washing machine, his mouth gapped open.

Not once had anyone from his Labyrinth taken any interest in him.Not for a long , long , time had he felt loving affection from someone. Cupping your cheek with his left hand, his thumb , gently travelling over your cheek softly. His bright eyes staring into your e/c ones, thighs touching, as both your upper bodies were turned to face each other clearly.

“I love you too, even if you do not want to stay with me, I will forever be with you, Y/n.” The soft tone of his voice caused your heart to swell, a blush upon your cheeks. The goblin king was no monster, his words were gently kind, he never wanted who you sent away. It was never about them, it was about you. 13 hours not for you to get to the castle for him to win over your heart.

“But I do want to,Jareth.”

“May I kiss you?”

“Yes.” His lips were upon yours, a small peck of his soft lips , before your eyes opened again to look within his. Standing he offered you his hand, the moon like lighting up the features of his face. This frame outlined onto his shadow on the ground behind him.

“Come with me, I offer you my heart, I promise to bring you back if you no longer feel for me.” Taking the soft hand of the Goblin king he pulled you up carefully, into his chest before wrapping you within his cloak.

A small note to your love ones, that you had simply moved away for a new job, so there wasn’t a missing persons case on you.

In a place which you had no worries or stress, you lived, with the freedom to come home if you wanted. A Crystal gifted to you enabling you to see your family, you were happy. You just didn’t know how happy Jareth felt, he no longer kidnapped children only those that were in need of a new home, still being turned into Goblins.

I, I will be king

And you, you will be queen.

[theartistknownaslymond]

Oh also I can’t remember if I asked, but maybe an Oonagh playlist if you’d like? (Lmk if I’m requesting too many of these haha)

Not at all! Love getting these asks :D And this one was waaaaay too fun, I could have kept adding things forever. Managed to wrestle it down to 15 tracks...

Hard-wrought with Unleashed Storms - a playlist for Oonagh O'Dwyer in the band AU (link to Spotify)

The Dubliners - Óró Sé Do Bheatha' Bhaile

David Bowie - Oh! You Pretty Things

Gang of Four - We Live As We Dream, Alone

Grace Jones - Nipple to the Bottle

Cocteau Twins - The Spangle Maker

Carpenters - Ticket to Ride

Horslips - Hall of Mirrors

David Sylvian - When Poets Dreamed of Angels

Shriekback - The Big Hush

The Cure - Pictures of You

The Velvet Underground & Nico - All Tomorrow's Parties

Shakespeares Sister - Red Rocket

PJ Harvey - Sheela-na-gig

Kraftwerk - Das Model

Melissa Etheridge - Come to My Window

Comments below the cut. CW for discussion of domestic violence, EDs, you know...Oonagh stuff.

We begin with an Irish rebel song, of course. When you can also translate the opening lines as 'Welcome oh woman who was so afflicted, / It was our ruin that you were in bondage, / Our fine land in the possession of thieves… / And you sold to the foreigners!' I think we can safely call this an Oonagh song on every level.

Oh! You Pretty Things is early Bowie from Oonagh's modelling days, having a blast with her friends, living a life her family thoroughly disapproves of, and doing her bit to arm the nationalists on the side.

The Gang of Four track just makes me think of Oonagh's spikiness and cynicism, the way she throws herself into making money from her career and Cormac just doesn't believe she can really be doing that well from such a silly job - though he's happy to spend her earnings just the same. Then Nipple to the Bottle is another song about her and Cormac, alcoholism and dv, her defiance, plus Grace Jones has the kind of career Oonagh thinks she would love. And yes, I realise the song is actually about the breast vs bottle-feeding debate. But I suppose Oonagh probably has strong feelings about not being able to feed Cai herself given how unwell she becomes under Gabriel's care on the ashram, so it fits either way.

The Cocteau Twins track is just so sinister, very Berlin (QP) Oonagh, about both Cormac and Gabriel (though she doesn't know it about the latter yet). Ticket to Ride is her escape to the ashram (and yes I am deeply annoyed Karen Carpenter changed the pronouns, because it's Oonagh leaving, not Cormac), sad but at peace, and Oonagh is doubtless well aware that Karen Carpenter is battling with severe ed just like her. Horslips are another Irish band Oonagh would be fond of, and Hall of Mirrors covers everything from modelling and dysmorphia to the gas-lighting of Cormac and Gabriel. Eerily, the carnival music in the background reminds me a lot of Ticket to Ride, too.

The David Sylvian track is another one that covers her relationship with Cormac, her aunt Therese's deliberate ignoring of Cormac's violence because he's a poet and a 'great man' and the fact she puts up with him for so long for 'the cause' as well. Just imagine Francis playing a cover of this (it's a bit late, really, '88 I think, but go with it) and Oonagh raging in the audience at his audacity, but also being kind of moved that he's noticed and cares.

Softly explore each hallway and room

Like a thief in a haunted house

You never know what you will meet next

A monster or a mouse?

It's time to face up to yourself

Come and watch your head distort

This one's interesting

Shows a crack right through your heart

Then the Shriekback song is one I chose first because of the sound - it's exactly the sound Oonagh wants to cultivate in her break-through, and when she and Thady Boy sing it's precisely this kind of thing. The lyrics don't hurt either, mind:

She rises early from bed

Runs to the mirror

The bruises inflicted in moments of fury

He kneels beside her once more

Whispers a promise

"Next time I'll break every bone in your body"

And the well-wishers let the devil in

And if the river ran dry they'd deny it happening

Pictures of You is for Oonagh reflecting on her modelling career, reclaiming her identity and what she likes about herself. Musically I think she's really into early goth like The Cure.

Is there a flame in the dark?

Is there a bright hard star?

These creatures look the same now

We freeze wherever we are

We wake alone in the blackness

We sleep wherever we fall

One dream all around us

This big hush infects us all

All Tomorrow's Parties is one I had on the mini-playlist for Oonagh ages ago and it's just too her not to put it on here (see also Kraftwerk, Das Model). Definite Nico vibes to her brief attempt to get into pop-stardom, and she, too, has a quirky voice rather than a, uh, good one for singing.

Shakespeares Sister - Red Rocket is a bit of fun from a great Irish artist, but it's also a bit about the ashram:

And then oh, if I could draw, I would draw Oonagh and Marthe going absolutely ape-shit in the crowd as PJ Harvey sings Sheela-na-gig - reclaiming sexuality and Irishness and autonomy and just 'washing that man right outta my hair'. Finally, Come to My Window is also for Them - early '90s lesbian chart domination!! They deserve it.

Life's a bitch then you die

No more dancing in the sky

Part on another star

You can't get there in a car

Find a new religion

Going on a mission

Making a decision

To face my soul

[rushingheadlong]

I know this post has been made before, and this probably won’t be the last time it gets made, but as much as the Queen fandom loves to celebrate the band’s performance on Live Aid they played a very small role overall in the success of the day and we shouldn’t forget everyone else who was instrumental in getting this event off the ground!

Bob Geldof (lead singer of The Boomtown Rats) had the original thought to do something to raise money to help with the famines in Ethopia. He teamed up with Midge Ure (of Thin Lizzy and Ultravox fame) to write the charity single “Do They Know It’s Christmas?” The single was recorded by the supergroup Band Aid and released in December 1984. Queen did not participate in the recording of the single, although Roger would later contribute to the Band Aid 30 re-release of the single in 2014.

The original idea for a charity concert is said to come from Boy George, although again Bob Geldof and Midge Ure led most of the organization efforts. Harvey Goldsmith (who worked as a promoter for Queen, among numerous other bands) was instrumental in arranging the Wembley concert, while the Philadelphia concert was arranged by Bill Graham with the help of Tony Verna, who secured JFK Stadium for the event.

According to Bob Geldof, Live Aid was organized in roughly twenty weeks (counting from when Bob finished touring with the Rats in early 1985). That included scheduling the bands, booking the venues, arranging the TV broadcast and the donation phone lines, and all the behind-the-scenes technical work with the stages, sound systems, lights, etc.

Queen was first approached by Bob Geldof at the Ivor Novello Music Awards in March 1985. According to Geldof, Roger and Brian were initially enthusiastic but Freddie needed some convincing, as participating in Live Aid would take him away from his work on his solo album, Mr. Bad Guy. Ultimately Queen agreed to participate, possibly because they were one of the groups that Bob Geldof used to bluff his way into getting other artists to participate. (For example, he’d call up Elton John and say that Bowie and Queen were doing it, even though they hadn’t agreed yet. Then when Elton agreed, he would call up Bowie and say Queen and Elton are doing it - and you get the picture.)

Like many bands, Queen reportedly requested a specific time slot - but unlike other bands, they asked to go on at 6pm BST rather than as the headlining act. In the end, they took the stage around 6:40pm for their iconic 20-minute set.

However, Queen’s performance didn’t make or break the day. Rather the largest influx of phone donations came in after David Bowie’s set, which ended with a video showing the effects of the famine on children. “Is This the World We Created...?” wasn’t written for Live Aid either, although it was also written about poverty in Africa which is why Freddie and Brian performed it that day.

Initial estimates put the amount raised between £40 and £50 million, however it’s now believed that around £150 million was raised as a direct result of the concerts.

The effectiveness of this charity campaign, however, has been debated. There have been accusations that the money went into funding corrupt government regimes in Ethiopia, rather than in aiding famine relief, although in 2010 the BBC retracted these statements and said that there was no evidence money had been diverted. At the very least, Live Aid raised awareness and brought humanitarian concerns to the forefront of western foreign policy in a way that hadn’t been seen before - and has only rarely been seen since.

[jadeee]

The movie trio (Nicky, Celia & Miguel) are alive (if not dead from criminal stuffs for N&C) when US landed on the moon

i think they'd all be pretty shocked, as long you don't mention the conspiracy behind it.

p.s.: re-reading over this, i can't tell if you wanted my opinion or if this was a request or you just wanted to talk about it 😬 so i gave you all 3

Nicky

He would be all over this. Idk if he would keep the newspaper clippings but I can see him at least keeping the front page.

Tbh sometimes he can be so cheesy so he'll make references to the landing now and then.

Instead of saying 'I love you to the moon and back' he would say 'I love you beyond the moon and back' or smthn like that.

He'll switch it up bc if man can land on the moon, then his live for you isn't out of this world {if that makes sense}.

Celia

She'd be very impressed and intrigued! During the day of the launch she'd prob have a watch party or smthn like that.

While ppl would return to their lives after a day or two, Celia would try to stay as informed as possible.

Even after it's all said and done she would want to know how the astronauts felt on their trip, what they saw, and how they felt after reuniting with their family.

This would inspire her to think of a script for a potential film since she's an aspiring actress as well. She would def interview the crew that was involved in the moon landing, if possible.

Miguel

Very much a dreamer imo, so he'd prob wonder what else is possible. I could send him spending that night rambling about the galaxy or the universe.

I don't think he'd stop talking about it for a week or two bc he just can't believe it. I don't see him keeping up with the news from beginning to end but he'd def watch it on tv if he could.

He may even drive down to the launch site to experience it firsthand. If this were the case, he's bringing a camera for sure and he'll blast "Starman" by David Bowie otw there.

Whether his family is with him or not, he would def talk to them to tell them the news.

[piratewithvigor]

My first thought in regard to every band that gets played on my radio station

ACDC: Every dad’s favourite band

Adams, Bryan: Every mom’s favourite singer until Michael Buble came along

Aerosmith: haha they thought Vince Neil was a lady

Alice Cooper: he’s a Game Of Thrones fanboy and I have proof

Alice In Chains: my sister doesn’t like them because she decided AC were Alice Cooper’s initials ONLY

Allman Brothers Band: good music for dropping acid to

Allman, Gregg: That’s too many Gs for one name

Animals: House Of The Rising Sun, or who even cares

Argent: Sometimes Hold Your Head Up is really catchy

Asia: Tuesdays

Autograph: one of the members went on to be a pharmacist

Bachman-Turner Overdrive: There are just so many pop culture jokes about Taking Care Of Business that whatever I say won’t be as funny

Bad Company: with their song; Bad Company, off their album; Bad Company

Benatar, Pat: Always getting her confused with Patti Smith

Black Crowes: I like them for Lickin, but it doesn’t seem to exist outside of one shoddy video on youtube and my old CD

Blackfoot: this band name feels kind of racy

Black Sabbath: Dio was not better or worse than Ozzy; just different

Blondie: I like Call Me, but Blondie confuses me stylistically

Blue Oyster Cult: MORE COWBELL

Bon Jovi: Hello, childhood trauma, I missed you

Boston: ONE GUY. ONE GUY DID IT ALL AND NO ONE KNOWS

Bowie, David: Don’t let your children watch The Man Who Fell To Earth, or David Bowie’s will end up being the third penis they see in life

Browne, Jackson: Another musician ruined by Supernatural

Buffalo Springfield: Jack Nicholson was at the riot they sing about

Burdon, Eric: no ideas, brain empty

Bush: ditto

Candlebox: ditto once more. Who are these people?

Cars: This band feels so gay and so straight at the same time, I can only assume they’re the poster children of bisexual panic

Cheap Trick: I played Dream Police on Guitar Hero so fucking much because it was the only song anyone who played with me could keep up with

Chicago: Chicago 30 exists, but they do not have 30 albums. Fucking riddle me that

Clapton, Eric: 6 discs in one Greatest Hits is too many. That’s called “re releasing your discography”

Cochrane, Tom: For some reason, everyone thinks Rascal Flats did it better

Cocker, Joe: Belushi did it right

Collective Soul: who?

Collins, Phil: If his biggest hits were done by MCR, they would be emo anthems, but because he’s 5′6″ and from the 80s, they’re not

Cream: *Vietnam flashbacks on the hippie side*

CCR: *Vietnam flashbacks on the war side*

CSNY: David Crosby; meh

Deep Purple: THEY’RE SO MUCH MORE THAN SMOKE ON THE WATER

Def Leppard: the only music for when you’re a heartbroken bitch but also a sexy one

Derek And The Dominos: Clapton and ‘Layla’ broke up

Derringer, Rick: Tom Petty if he was from the midwest

Dio: You thought it was an anime reference, but it was me, Dio

Dire Straits: You can tell how bigoted a radio station is based on how much of Money For Nothing they censor

Doobie Brothers: I have yet to smoke weed, but I listen to the Doobies, and I think that’s pretty close

Dylan, Bob: I take back everything I said about him in my youth

Eagles: Hotel California isn’t their best song, but the memes that come from it are second to none

Edgar Winter Group: @the--blackdahlia

Electric Light Orchestra: Actually an orchestra and sound a fuckton like George Harrison

ELO: I really hesitate to ask what happens with the 7 virgins and a mule

Essex, David: no prominent memories of him

Fabulous Thunderbirds: cannot spell

Faces: Who on earth thought that was a good album name?

Faith No More: I got nothing

Fixx: One Thing Leads To Another is a damn bop

Fleetwood Mac: I ain’t straight, but I’m simply not enough of a witch to enjoy them to full potential

Fogerty, John: He got sued cause he sounded like himself

Foghat: Slow Ride slowly becoming less coherent feels like a drug trip

Foo Fighters: He was just excited to buy a grill

Ford, Lita: deserved better

Foreigner: dramatically overplayed

Frampton, Peter: a masterful user of the talk box

Free: dramatically underplayed

Gabriel, Peter: leaving Genesis changed him a lot

Genesis: if someone likes Genesis, clarify the era, because yes, it does matter

Georgia Satellites: sing like you have a cactus in your ass

Golden Earring: Twilight Zone slaps, but it doesn’t slap as hard as this station thinks it does

Grand Funk Railroad: Funk

Grateful Dead: I like their aesthetic more than their music

Great White: there are so many fucking shark jokes

Greenbaum, Norman: makes me think of Subway for some reason

Green Day: the first of the emo revolution

Greg Kihn Band: RocKihnRoll is literally the most clever album name I’ve ever seen

Guns N Roses: They have more than three good songs, but radio stations never recognize that

Hagar, Sammy: I’m still trying to figure out where he lived to take 16 hours to get to LA driving 55 and how fucking fast was he driving beforehand?

Harrison, George: He went from religious to rock, and if he had continued rocking, he would have gotten too cool 

Head East: I respect people who use breakfast foods as album names

Heart: Magic Man and Barracuda are played at least once every goddamn day. They’re not even the best songs!

Hendrix, Jimi: I have both a cousin and a sibling named after Hendrix references

Henley, Don: Dirty Laundry gives me too much inspiration

Hollies: Somehow sound like they’re both from the 60s and the 80s at the same time

Idol, Billy: he’s doing well for himself

INXS: Terminator vibes

Iris, Donnie: knockoff Roy Orbison

James Gang: too many funks

Jane’s Addiction: if TMNT had a grunge band representative

Jefferson Airplane: *assorted cheers*

Jefferson Starship: *assorted boos*

Jethro Tull: The only band to make you feel not cool enough to play the flute

Jett, Joan: icon

J. Geils Band: I requested them on the radio once and it got played

Joel, Billy: he really did just air everybody’s business like that

John Cafferty And The Beaver Brown Band: literally wtf is that name

John, Elton: yarn Elton sits in my basement, unstaring. Please someone take him from me

Joplin, Janis: Queen

Journey: Stop overplaying Don’t Stop Believing. It takes away from the rest of the repetoire

Judas Priest: literally started the gay leather aesthetic

Kansas: another fucking band Supernatural stole

Kenny Wayne Shepherd: the man confuses me to the point where he isn’t in the right place alphabetically

Kiss: Mick Mars and I will simply have to disagree on the subject

Kravitz, Lenny: runaway vibes

Led Zeppelin: Fucking fight me if you don’t think they’re the most talented band (maybe not the most talented individually, but collectively, no one comes close)

Lennon, John: My least favourite Beatle for reasons

Live: I got nothin

Living Colour: slap a decent amount

Loverboy: do you not get TURNT the fuck up to the big Loverboy hits? Who hurt you??

Lynyrd Skynyrd: Sweet Home Alabama is a Neil Young diss track

Marshall Tucker Band: no opinion

Manfred Mann’s Earth Band: VERY STRONG OPINIONS THAT THEY AREN’T GOOD

McCartney, Paul/Wings: Power couple

Meatloaf: I have nothing but respect for a man who willingly named himself Meatloaf

Mellencamp, John: voted cutest lesbian of 1987

Metallica: I liked their appearance on Jimmy Fallon

Midnight Oil: I get them confused for Talking Heads a lot

Modern English: who?

Molly Hatchet: Hollies vibes, but also Georgia Satellites vibes

Money, Eddie: DAN AVIDAN, IF YOU SEE THIS, COVER TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT

Motley Crue: Stan Mick Mars and John Corabi. They’re the only ones who deserve it

Mott The Hoople: no one loves them except for David Bowie

Mountain: props for naming an album ‘Climbing’

Nazareth: I want to make a John Mulaney joke here, but I can never come up with one

Nicks, Stevie: witch queen

Night Ranger: I get them confused with Urge Overkill

Nirvana: Kurt Cobain was the ally grunge needed

Nova, Aldo: he’s Canadian, at least

Nugent, Ted: *serves a ghost as jerky*

Offspring: nothing here

Osbourne, Ozzy: this bitch crazy

Outfield: Your Love is kind of a sketchy song, but it slaps hard

Palmer, Robert: low quality Eddie Money

Pearl Jam: *grunts in Eddie Vedder*

Petty, Tom: I have so many feelings about Tom Petty and they are all good

Pink Floyd: which one is Pink?

Plant, Robert: solo career is a crapshoot, but his voice is unparalleled

Poison: I want them to write a song called ‘Alice Cooper’

Pretenders: I want to say good things, but I have nothing to say

Queen: A doctor of astrophysics, a screaming girl, a disco queen and a diva walk into a bar. It’s Queen; they’re there to play a gig

Queensryche: neutral opinion

Quiet Riot: they got big because of a song they hated. I love that

Rafferty, Gerry: the second-sexiest sax opening in all of music

Rainbow: Ritchie Blackmore created something very magnificent

Ram Jam: one good song and they didn’t even write it

Ratt: I’m sure they have more than Round And Round, but I don’t know it

RHCP: funky, but if you have paid money to hear them, you’re going to The Bad Place (I don’t make the rules)

Red Rider: basically Golden Earring

Reed, Lou: Walk On The Wild Side would be such a cool song if it wasn’t so dull

REM: American Tragically Hip

REO Speedwagon: Props for having a dad joke as an album title

Rolling Stones: Never in my life could I imagine the drummer being named anything but Charlie

Rush: How to make being uncool the coolest fucking shit

Santana: The world needs more Santana

Scandal: There’s something really funny about The Warrior being my brother’s “song” with his girlfriend

Scorpions: Was Wind Of Change written by the CIA? Only the spotify podcast I got an ad for once could say

Seger, Bob: A different variety of Eric Clapton (frankly a better variety, but that’s just me)

Simple Minds: we ALL forgot about you

Skid Row: Sebastian Bach is prettier than all of us

Soundgarden: music that makes you feel like you dunked your head underwater

Springsteen, Bruce: my arch-nemesis. Maybe someday, he’ll find out about it

Squeeze: according to my friends, the stupidest band name ever, but they’re theatre kids, so you know

Squier, Billy: If he can make it through 1984 alive, you can make it through whatever bad day you’re having

Stealers Wheel: Yet another band who I always mistake for George Harrison

Steely Dan: my house’s nickname for the Robber in Settlers Of Catan

Steppenwolf: Either makes me think of Jay & Silent Bob, Jack Nicholson, or that time I had to cut 6lbs of onions

Steve Miller Band: when you’re in the right mood, they slap hard

Stewart, Rod: my soundtrack to summer 2015

Stills, Stephen: Love The One You’re With Is Catchy, but the lyrics are questionable

Stone Temple Pilots: the only band to write a song about goo you smear on yourself

Stray Cats: an obscene amount of merch is available for them

Styx: Supernatural would have ruined them for me too if I hadn’t been into them previously. 

Supertramp: I hunted for Breakfast In America for two years and it was worth every hunt

Sweet: I will never understand my two-month obsession with Ballroom Blitz when I was 15, but it was legit all I listened to

Talking Heads: you may find yourself in a pizza hut. And you may find yourself in a taco bell. And you may find yourself at the combination pizza hut and taco bell. And you may ask yourself; ‘how did I get here?’

Temple Of The Dog: I keep confusing them for Nazareth

Ten Years After: somehow still relevant

Tesla: not the car or the dude

The Beatles: Evokes a lot of opinions from people. Mine is that I love them

The Clash: I showed my sister the ‘Lock The Taskbar’ vine ONCE and it still kills her

The Doors: evokes teenage terror from deep within my soul

The Guess Who: Canada’s answer to confusing question-themed band names

The Kinks: kinky

The Police: wrote the theme of 2020 and everyone somehow forgot it was about a teacher resisting becoming a pedophile

The Ramones: playing all of their songs in a row wouldn’t take more than 2 hours

The Romantics: you don’t think you know them, but if you’ve seen Shrek 2, you have

The Who: If someone can explain Tommy to me, I’d be glad to hear it

The Zombies: I think they happened because of the 60s

Thin Lizzy: Could the boys maybe leave town?

Thorogood, George: blues, but make it modern

Toto: the most memed song behind All Star

Townshend, Pete: just makes me think of the end of Mr. Deeds

T-Rex: Mark Bolan is an icon

Triumph: The no-name brand of Rush

Tubes: like the yogurt

Twisted Sister: they did a christmas album and my mom does NOT hate it

U2: U2 Movers; we move in mysterious ways

Van Halen: RIP Eddie

Van Morrison: honestly, who’s named Van?

Vaughn, Stevie Ray: Steamy Ray Vaughn

Walsh, Joe: The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get

War: Foghat, but even groovier

Whitesnake: the most successful band to be named after a penis

Wright, Gary: the 90s thanks him for writing the song every movie used for the “guy sees cute girl and it’s love at first sight” scene

Yes: To Be Continued

Young, Neil: The best part of CSNY

Zevon, Warren: the album cover of Excitable Boy makes me deeply uncomfortable for reasons I don’t understand

ZZ Top: has been the same three guys since 1969. Lineup unchanged. 

3 Doors Down: They feel a little modern to be on a classic rock station, but whatever

38 Special: Why 38?

[kurt-nightcrawler]

Flower

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝐱 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Request: Aww I loved the one shot with mother nature and Warren! I loved how her eyes turned pink, when she saw Warren! I'd like to know more about them. Could you give us a little fluffy glimpse into their relationship? Thank you, my dear! You're amazing! 💕

Warnings: language, brief nudity, mention of vaping, and underage drinking (everyone is 18+ unless stated otherwise)

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: I haven’t written anything in awhile but I’m trying to get back into things! Also I know this isn’t a glimpse into their relationship but I’m going to write some cute fluffy date one shots for them

Warren’s heart was pounding as he watched her from across the room. She was all he could think about, the class had no interest for him at the moment. He wanted to spend every second of his day with her, basking in her aura, living through every cliche they checked off together— 

“Warren?” 

“Huh?” He lost his train of thought and looked up at the teacher.

“What’s so important you’re not focusing on the board?” 

  “Oh, uh, nothing. Nothing, sorry.” A few kids snickered, and the teacher told them to stop, before continuing with the lecture.

“Now, does anyone know when the Cold War ended?”

Warren kept his head down and quickly scribbled down notes. 

(Y/N) raised her hand and was called on. “1991.”

Warren glanced at her again, reality sinking in for him…

Warren and (Y/N) were not dating. They were just friends. 

Sure, they’d kissed twice and held hands once, but so did most middle schoolers in their first relationship. 

Warren sighed and wrote down key facts about the fall of the Berlin wall.

Her eyes never faltered from their bright and soft pink hue when around him though— which meant she still liked him, despite what his mind told him at two in the morning. 

Scott and Jubilee told him he just needed to “ask her out.” 

Easier said than done. 

He didn’t want to just “ask her out”. He wanted to know her favorite color, the handful of youtube videos she would listen to for background noise while doing homework or tending to plants, her favorite comfort meal— Warren wanted more than the usual comfort he had with their friends, sitting in the group, not saying much, zoning out often. (Y/N) trusted him and saw the good in him. Warren wanted to prove her right— that he was more than his past mistakes and scars. 

He needed to spend more time with her, like when they finished their history paper and ate grilled cheese and played never have I ever. 

He wanted more of that, but he had no idea how to ask for it. 

—

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Scott asked for the millionth time.

“I have no interest in a house party,” Warren responded dryly. “I don’t like parties, and I’m trying to quit drinking.” 

“But you hardly ever go out with us!” Kurt complained. 

“I won’t have fun. I have no reason to go.” 

Scott sighed, ready to leave Warren be until someone came into the room.

“Oh my gosh, Scott, Warren, hi!” She greeted them, clearly not expecting to run into them.

“Kurt, Jubilee wanted to borrow your Thriller jacket. Not for tonight, but tomorrow, and I told her I’d tell you if I saw you…” 

“Oh! Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll just give it to her now.” Kurt walked over to his closet. 

“So… Warren…” (Y/N) fidgeted with her hands.

He immediately perked up, “Yeah?” 

“Are you— um, I don’t know if someone already said— but are you going to the party tonight?” 

“Are you?” He was sure she could hear his heart beating in his chest like a drum solo in an 80s hair band song. 

“Yeah! I almost always go to parties.” 

“Oh…” Maybe he would have fun if he went out for once in his life. “Yeah, I’m going.”

“That’s great!” (Y/N) was a little too enthusiastic and tried to hide her excitement with her words. “Um, we could maybe hang out then?”

 “Yeah, yeah, uh, sounds good.” 

“Great! I’ll see you later…” Warren nodded and hummed in reply. Kurt was long gone, having gone to Jubilee’s room to give her his red jacket. 

(Y/N) bid Scott goodbye and left.

“I can’t believe it…” Scott was utterly dumbfounded. All (Y/N) had to do was mutter a few words and just like that— Warren was going to the party. Warren never went to house parties with the group. 

“You never go to house parties.”

“First time for everything… Now get out, I wanna shower before we leave.” 

“Fine, fine.” Scott raised his hands in defense. “I’m leaving.”

Soon as the door shut, Warren ran to the bathroom to shower. 

He began to run shampoo through his hair and lather. Then he moved onto conditioning his ends, letting it sit for a while as he washed his body with soap and an exfoliator. 

Warren rinsed out the conditioner, and hopped out of the shower, scrunching the ends of his hair with a towel. He left them semi-damp and quickly washed his face, brushed his teeth, and put on deodorant. 

He didn’t bother to wrap a towel around his waist as he went to his closet to pick out something to wear. 

“Jeans and a t-shirt?” Warren held a David Bowie tee in his hands, before throwing it on his bed. “What was that thing Jubilee said?... Accessorize?... Do I own accessories?” 

Warren opened his desk drawer to try and see if he even owned any. 

He had a few old chains and some silver rings. 

“These should work… but is a t-shirt too plain? Should I do better? Would a black turtleneck look nicer?” 

Warren put his clothes and accessories on and looked in the mirror. “Yeah, yeah this looks good.” 

Warren dug in his closet a bit more, looking for something specific. 

Cologne. “Is this too much? I never wear this.”  He grabbed his phone and googled “where to apply cologne”. 

He rolled up his sleeves and starting applying a little to his wrists, forearms, and neck. “That should be good.”  Warren looked at his reflection in the mirror, running a hand through his hair before heading downstairs to meet up with his friends.

—

“She just bat her eyes and suddenly Warren decided to go to the party,” Scott explained to his girlfriend and her roommate as they got ready for the party. 

“Well, he likes her, Scott.” Jean pointed out.

“I’m just shocked—”

“We could get her to get him to do anything…” Jubilee thought out loud.

“Yeah, but (Y/N)’s too nice. She wouldn’t want to abuse the power she has over him, and she’s probably unaware of it anyway.”

“Do we have enough room in the car?” Jubilee asked as she applied mascara. 

“Kurt said he and Ororo were going to teleport and get there a bit earlier than the rest of us,” Scott said face looking down at his phone.

Jubilee rolled her eyes.  

“I think Noah’s going,” Jean offered up as she slipped her socks on.

“I might get him to play seven minutes in heaven with me.”

Scott squinted his eyes. “Noah Fence? He smells like mango-flavored vape.”

“He doesn’t actually vape— his sister does and her car broke so he’s been driving her to swim practice and stuff.” 

“Still, it’s gross.” 

Jubilee glared at him through the mirror, “You’re gross.” 

Jean shut down the argument before it could escalate, “Are you guys ready to go?” 

“Yeah.”

“Yep.”

“Good, let’s go.”

��

Warren ran into (Y/N) as he was heading to the garage. 

“Hey,” He greeted her. 

“Oh, hi! You look nice...” Her eyes were pink as she looked at him. A constant reminder of the feelings looming over them.  

“Oh— oh. Uh, thanks.” Warren’s face was slightly flushed from the compliment. 

“You smell nice too… Not that you don’t smell nice all the time!” Her eyes went fully purple in embarrassment. “Or that you’re gross— you just smell really nice tonight— um, I’m just going to stop talking. Uh, sorry.” 

“No, you’re fine. Um, thank you.” Warren bit his lip and fidgeted with his hands as he and (Y/N) waited for the others to get to the garage. 

(Y/N) awkwardly nodded and was silent, refusing to meet his eyes. 

Oh god… Warren thought to himself. She probably thinks I look scary… I should have just worn a hoodie and called it a day… She’s not going to want to be around me all night and then I’ll—

As the rest of the group entered the garage Jean interrupted his train of thought to explain (Y/N)’s demeanor. 

“She’s flustered, Bird Brain… She thinks you look hot.” 

“Oh… What?” 

Jean rolled her eyes and called out “Shotgun!” So she could sit next to Scott on the ride there. 

“I’m not sitting in the middle,” Jubilee said as she opened the car door.

“Fine,” (Y/N) sighed. “I’ll sit in the middle… Warren, do you want the left or right side?” 

“I don’t care.” Warren was nervous to sit next to (Y/N). He knew it would be perfect for them to make small talk, but Warren had no idea what to talk about. 

Jubilee sat on (Y/N)’s right, so Warren had to sit on the left. 

“Can I have the aux cord?” Jubilee asked. 

“No,” Scott said, waiting for everyone to put on seatbelts before pulling out of Xaiver’s large garage. “You had it last time, and all you did was play songs from Phinneas and Ferb.”

“Yeah, because they’re major bops!”

“Who’s Phinneas and Ferb?” Warren whispered to (Y/N).

She gasped, “You’ve never seen Phinneas and Ferb?” 

Warren shook his head, “No?”

“What?” Scott asked. “It’s a classic— you know Perry the Platipus and Dr. Doofensmurzt.” 

“Uh…” Warren was extremely confused.

“Oh my god!  We need to have a Phinneas and Ferb marathon! Me, you,” (Y/N) Poked Warren’s arm.  “Pizza, some breadsticks— we could do it next weekend.”

“Sure. I’m not busy.” If Warren knew not watching some kid show about a platypus growing up would lead to him spending more time with (Y/N), possibly alone, he would have said something sooner.

“Were you one of those kids who only watched PBS? Jean asked.

“The channel with all those British dramas?”

“No no, PBS kids— Arthur, Martha Speaks, Cyberchase, those shows?”

“Never heard of them,” Warren awkwardly admitted. 

“What’d you watch as a kid then?” 

“Um, a lot of old black and white movies… Psycho, M, Frankenstein, Vampyr… My mom really liked them, and we had a bunch so…” Warren shrugged. 

“Wait you watched those as a kid?” Jubilee asked. “How old were you?”

“Like eight? I dunno. That’s just what I grew up with.” 

“Hey, so uh, I just googled whatever M is. And uh— what the fuck?” Saying (Y/N) was shocked would be an understatement.  

“Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it? Like, do you need a hug? I’m very worried for you. Maybe we should go home and watch like kids cartoons or something—”

Warren couldn’t understand why she was so upset, but he knew she was extremely bothered. (Y/N) rarely swore. 

“It’s a good movie to teach kids about stranger danger,” Warren explained what his parents told him.

“It’s about a man murdering children!” 

“(Y/N), almost all kids watch a scary movie or two—” Scott misread the situation. “Alex let me watch The Exorcist when I was 10.” 

“Scary?” Warren asked Scott. “I didn’t—”

“What do you know! We are finally here!” Jean cut off Warren, glaring at Scott. 

“Let’s go find Ororo and Kurt— I think Sarah Byer was bringing white claws.”

Warren was a little unsure about the party once he stepped out of the car. He’d worked hard to stay sober for a few months and he didn’t want to break his streak. 

But (Y/N) grabbed his hand as they walked toward the sound of Travis Scott playing through speakers, and he decided to devote his night to her completely. 

After all, she was the only reason he eve agreed to come.

“Ever been to a house party before?” (Y/N) asked. 

“No, but I went to clubs in Germany. It’s the same right?”

“Yeah, I’d think so. Except no one is 21, and there’s chanting depending on if the host’s school won their weekend football game or not.” 

Warren smiled at (Y/N)’s joke. “The drinking age in Germany is 16. I wasn’t even carded when I went to places.” (Y/N) snickered as she fixed herself a drink. 

“That’s Smirnoff, can you handle that?” Warren was concerned, to say the least. He’d never seen (Y/N) drink, or even drunk. 

But you know what they say, “First time for everything.”

“I’m not going to have it without a chaser! Look, I know I don’t really drink, but I deserve this. I had a very hard week— one of the new students set my painting for class on fire, and now I have to start over and it’s worth 30% of my grade. I’m going to let loose a little.” 

Warren sighed, “Just don’t chug it. Speaking from experience.” 

“Thanks, Birdie.” 

Warren’s insides felt fuzzy at the sound of the nickname but blamed it on the loud environment. 

(Y/N) took a few sips before grabbing Warren’s hand again and dragging him into another room of the house. “Come on! There are some kids from Bayville I want to introduce you too.” 

—

(Y/N) found a mixed group of Xavier and Bayville students and had her and Warren join the conversation.

“Guys, this is Warren,” (Y/N) introduced him to the group.

A few hellos and names were given out for Warren and he just smiled and waved. 

“(Y/N) you look different, like not bad, but like different—” A girl with a split dye said.

“I’ve got more flowers in my hair.” 

“It might be the lighting, but your eyes look different…”

“Oh, uh, yeah…” (Y/N) took a large sip from her cup and avoided the other girl’s gaze as her eyes went from pink to purple. “New color, haha.”

Warren was blushing, thinking it was his fault she was so embarrassed. 

The girl with the split dye looked at him and then it clicked in her mind, “Oh… Oh…! Cute, cute.” 

“Shut up!” (Y/N) joking told her. “We’re just friends…” 

Warren tried to hide his nervousness with a half-assed chuckle, “Yep.”

“Whatever, I’m going to look for Kurt.” 

The girl walked off and several people from the group had wandered away as well. 

(Y/N) took another large sip of her drink. “Um, do you like, want to see what like Jubilee is doing or something? We don’t just have to stand around…” Her head started to feel heavy, but she ignored the feeling.

“Sure. Lead the way.” (Y/N) smiled and interlaced her fingers with his, dragging him into the main room. 

Jubilee was in the den with a few other kids playing truth or dare. 

“Hey, guys, can we join?” 

“Hey! (Y/N)! Sure, but I want an orange.” 

She giggled and sat down on the ground, Warren copying her movement. (Y/N) held her hand out for a moment, focusing on the orange growing in the palm of her hand. 

“Is a cutie good? All I can do right now,” She huffed.

“Yeah, that’s good.” She handed the mini orange over and officially joined the game. 

“Jubilee,” Some guy with glasses and a sports team t-shirt said. “I dare you to kiss Noah!”

“Pfft… Easy.” Noah was sitting to her left, so all Jubilee had to do was turn to face him, grab his shirt, and pull him into her, smashing her lips against his drunkenly and aggressively. 

The group let out drunken cheers and someone even wolf-whistled. 

Warren considered getting a drink, for he was way too sober for all of this. But he remembered (Y/N) had been drinking. A lot. What if something happened to her? What if she blacked out? What if she threw up? Warren didn’t want to risk it just so some silly house party could be more bearable for him. 

“I said kiss him not swallow his face!”

“You didn’t specify.” Jubilee shot back. “My turn!... (Y/N), truth, or dare.”

Someone booed. “She only picks truth.” 

(Y/N) swallowed more of the liquid in her cup before answering. “Nu-uh! Jube, I pick dare.”

“I dare you to take your bra off for the rest of the night!”

Warren’s eyes widened a little as she reached behind her back under her top to unclasp her bra. 

“Wooo!” A few people cheered.   

“Take your top off too.” One of the guys joked. Warren shot him a dirty look and the guy got very quiet and looked away. 

My scary looks actually came in handy. 

(Y/N) and Warren played for a few more rounds, but by then the game was getting kind of boring for (Y/N) and she wanted to do something else. 

“Ooo! Warren they’re playing a really good song, come on!” She dragged him out of the den and to the main room.

He didn’t recognize the song, but it wasn’t bad. (Y/N) quickly chugged everything left in her cup and handed it along with her bra to Warren. “Can you hold these? Please…?” 

Warren couldn’t say no, even if he wanted to. 

(Y/N) started drunkenly dancing along to the beat, having the time of her life. Warren moved a little bit with her, a bit more aware of his surroundings and socially awkward. 

“Loosen up!” She giggled. 

“I’m sober.” 

“Doesn’t mean you can’t have fun! C’mere—” She took his arms and guided them to wrap around her waist, forcing him to keep up with her drunken swaying. She guided his hands down to her ass, despite having her bra and empty cup in one of them.

“Woah!” Warren quickly moved his hands away from her ass.

(Y/N)’s eyes turned grey and purple. “Sorry… I thought you’d like that…” 

“Maybe when you haven’t had two cups full of vodka.”

“They weren’t full. There was lemonade and some mint leaves in there.” 

Warren nodded, going with what she was saying, “Uh-huh.” 

“I’m serious! You— you saw me! What— Whatever… Let’s keep dancing.” 

Warren obliged and they danced together for a few more songs. Mostly just (Y/N) waving her hands around and Warren making sure she didn’t trip— but dancing nonetheless. 

“Hey, I’m—” (Y/N)’s hand flew to her mouth and she stood still for a moment. 

“Hey, hey—” Warren put his hand on her back. “Do you need to go to the bathroom?” 

“No, no, I’m fine! I’m fine…” She tried to drunkenly reassure him. 

“Maybe we should go home. It’s late and I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Aww… Birdie…” 

“I’m going to text the group chat to let them know we’re leaving. We can get an uber or something.”

 Warren

(Y/N) almost puked I’m taking her back to the mansion.

 Jubilee

Get that plussy!, you sexi Draco Malfoy type 

 Jean

No offense is going home too! He lives near Xaiver’s ask for a ride 

 Jean

*Noah Fence

 Warren took (Y/N) outside and saw Noah on the front porch. “Hey, Noah.”

“Hey! Warren, right?” Warren nodded.

“Hi, Noahhhhhh…” (Y/N) slurred out. “Jubilee thinks you’re really cute…” 

Noah chuckled, “I know, we kissed during truth or dare. Remember?” 

(Y/N) squinted her eyes, deep in thought. “You did?” 

“Uh-huh...” He met Warren’s gaze, “You guys need a ride?”

“Yeah, Jean said you lived near Xavier’s?” 

Noah nodded, “Yeah, yeah. I live in the neighborhood over.” 

Warren opened the passenger door for (Y/N) and helped her step in the car. 

“You can sit in the front if you want, more space.” Noah offered.

 “I’m okay. Thanks though.” 

“Okay.” Noah turned his car on, the radio automatically playing. He quickly turned it off before backing out of his parking spot and heading onto the road of the neighborhood.

(Y/N) was starting to fall asleep on the ride home. Her eyes slowly closing, and her head falling to the side, resting on Warren’s shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her to make it more comfortable.   

The tension between the two boys made the car ride a bit awkward.

“So… uh, Jubilee said this was your first house party with (Y/N).” 

“Yep.”

“Are you guys like dating or…?”

“Um…” No was technically the right answer, but it didn’t feel right. (Y/N) and Warren had kissed, twice. And her eyes were still pink around him no matter what. She liked him and he liked her. 

Warren really needed to grow a pair and just say “Screw best friends to lovers” or whatever he used as an excuse as to why he put off asking her out. 

“It’s complicated…” He told Noah.

“Ah… I see…”

“Yeah, I don’t know—”

“No, I get it. I get it. Jubilee and I never really put labels on whatever we are, and like, I’m cool with it. But it gets weird sometimes. I dunno…” 

Warren awkwardly chuckled, “Yeah… Relationships are… complicated.”

Noah pulled into the front through the gates, stopping his car to let Warren and (Y/N) out. 

“(Y/N)...” Warren gently nudged her awake.

“Hmmm… What?”

“We’re home. You gotta wake up.” 

“Aw…” 

Warren opened the car and helped her out. “Thanks for the ride, Noah.”

“Yeah, no problem! See you guys later.”

“See ya.”

Noah drove away as Warren and (Y/N) went through Xavier’s garage to enter the mansion. 

“Where—Where’s my bra?” (Y/N) cupped her breasts in confusion as they walked up the stairs to the dorm floor. 

“You took it off and gave it to me.” 

“Oh…” (Y/N) looked at the bra warren had hanging from his forearm. “You can keep it…” 

“I don’t— I don’t have boobs.” 

“Oh…” Her face fell. 

“Ah!” A light went off in her mind. “You have pecs though.” 

Warren blushed, “Yeah, but, you need  this more than me.” 

(Y/N) sighed as she opened the door to her room. “Fine… set it on the desk.” She kicked her shoes off. 

“Want to grab your toothbrush?” He asked.

“I’m tired…”

“I know, but you’ll thank me later if you at least brush your teeth.” 

“Fine.” She grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste out of a bag.   

“We can use my bathroom. That way I’ll stop you from falling asleep at the sink.” 

“Lead the way, Birdie.” Warren obliged, and led her out of her room towards his. (Y/N) quietly linked her pinkie with his. Toothbrush in her other hand.  

Warren’s heart fluttered inside his ribcage. 

He quietly opened the door and turned the light on. (Y/N) followed him inside. 

They both went into the bathroom, (Y/N) standing in front of the sink, and Warren sitting on the closed toilet like it was a chair.  

She stood there, looking in the mirror for a moment. 

“You good?” Warren asked, thinking she zoned out.

“Yeah…” (Y/N) nodded. “My eyes are really pretty… I like the pink...” She looked at Warren and grinned. 

“You’re so drunk.” He teased.

“I am.” (Y/N) turned the water on and wet her toothbrush, then put the toothpaste on, before bringing it up to her mouth.  

 She didn’t do a great job at brushing her teeth, her hands tired and she kept laughing at nothing, but she still brushed them nonetheless. 

(Y/N) rinsed her toothbrush off when finished. She yawned, and Warren stood up. 

“Need me to carry you?” He offered.

“Oh…” Her eyes turned purple. “I’m too big…” 

Warren shrugged, “I can lift like five-hundred pounds, you’ll be like a flower in my arms.”  

She looked at him, tired and eyes wide, “Okay.” 

Warren scooped her up in his arms, bridal style, and carried her back to her room. (Y/N) buried her face into his chest, enjoying the moment in a haze. 

Warren left the light off and set (Y/N) on her bed. 

(Y/N) took her pants off, throwing them on the floor along with her top. 

Warren’s eyes widened— he looked into her eyes— avoiding glancing down and overstepping boundaries. 

“Why do you keep starring at my face?” She asked as she plugged her phone in. 

“Uh, you don’t, um… I don’t— you’re naked.”

“Oh! I’m naked!” (Y/N) quickly got under her covers and drew them up to her neck. 

Warren chuckled lightly at her antics, “Yeah. You are.” 

(Y/N) yawned and shifted in her bed, getting comfortable. 

“Do you have water and pain killers?” 

“Uh-huh… my bag.” She mumbled.

“Take those in the morning, okay?” 

“Mhmm…” She hummed.

“Okay…” Warren patted her head. “Goodnight, Flower.” 

“Goodnight…”

Once Warren had left, (Y/N) felt like she melted into mush under her blanket. 

He called me Flower… and he pet my head… I think I’m in love with him…

She quickly fell asleep after that, with the moment playing on loop in her tired mind. 

[foundationsoftheslay]

hello can i please have your finest kobra kid facts/headcannons/anything you want to talk about

i will love anything you have to say!!

abso fuckin LUTELY

that boy is determined. like to do literally anything. he doesn't care if he's burnt out he will make a flower crown for the girl whatever it takes

poison covers his eyes a lot if he's driving his motorbike and they're on with him. he knows they're fucking around so he let's them do it even if he absolutely hates it

yes, they did crash into a cactus one time. was not fun for them

speaking of his motorbike, he named his motorbike "josie"

he dyed his hair silver one time just to test it out. in all honesty? he liked it but he wouldn't go back to it

cuddle bug

desert animals fascinate him to no end. he could sit and stare at an animal basking in the sun and analyze its every feature for hours, wondering, what's it doing and why's it doing it? for hours and he'd never get bored. animals are the coolest fucking thing to him and he'll learn whatever he can about them given the chance

gives ghoul piggy back rides

dr. d has plenty of records from back before the helium wars, and every 'joy out in the zones loves listening to them; kobra's absolutely no exception. his favorite artists from records that he's listened to are: the smashing pumpkins, metallica, david bowie, and queen. he also shares a liking for led zeppelin with jet, but jet likes them a little more than he does.

he has heterochromia (look up mikey's eyes; there's a lil brown patch in his right eye)

seriously. a cuddle bug

he has lots of scars that he will not explain to anyone. his scar stories are between him and the witch.

if i haven't mentioned it already then i'll mention it now, kobra does believe in the phoenix witch. if i have mentioned it already then oops

he fidgets with hands a lot, but they're never his own, always someone else's. if he's fidgeting with anyone's hands it's most likely poison's hands

kobra can draw really well, but he keeps his work to himself, only showing people he's close to upon request. he does a lot of art with the girl, though, and that's the only work of his that he'll show to anyone at all, but only because he did it with her and he's super proud of her when it comes to anything and it's like he's such a proud dad showing others art he did with the girl

his birth name was apollo

always stays up for cherri's poem readings on the radio. they help him wind down to sleep, and they also give him something to think about in his free time, whenever he has any

did i mention that he's the absolute biggest cuddle bug in the entirety of the zones and even battery city? i did? oh sorry

kobra loves going to zonecerts (zone concerts) and he will headbang and jump up and down until he has to fight to stay standing and keep his head up

although he's from the city, kobra picked up on killjoy slang incredibly easily and uses it as if it's a second language. he pretends it's just because it's fun to say - which, it is, but that's not the reason why. the reason why is because he doesn't want to be who he was. he wants to be the kobra kid, not the crow-in-training he was in the city. running away from his old self came with changing his vocabulary, which he did no problem. (poison, however, still struggles with picking up on 'joy slang. it's because they lived in the city longer than their sibling, and it's harder for them to escape their city roots, as much as they hate that fact.)

[random-imagines-blog]

They Speak the Language {Tech Boy x Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2181 Summary: Tech-Boy’s bad mood is starting to get to you, so you start to look for inspiration to turn it around. Notes: Contains bad language.

You knew it was a bad idea to get involved in the war between the old gods and the new. You were somewhere in the middle, along with a couple of others, who could very well tip the scales. And it wasn’t that you believed that one side was better than the other either. But one side had someone that you cared for more than the others. And that was the dangerous, marvelous, grumpy little thing that you knew as Tech-Boy. Of course you had thought that he was a bit of a douche when you met him for the first time, shortly after his emergence into the world. Everybody did. It was a part of his charm. But deep down, yeah, there was a heart there. After all, not all technology is meant to be cold. Most of it was built to help others, or to improve lives. He just took the functional part of it a little too seriously at times.

You took a lot of rides with him in his special car. Sitting in the back with him as it drove itself - or rather, one of the faceless minions drove - around the different cities. Anywhere you wanted to go, you could. New York one minute, LA the next. Technology had no bounds, no limits, and so - neither did Tech-Boy.

“Why are you wearing your shirt like that,” You scoffed once you realized what it was that he was wearing. The jacket itself was nice, but he only had the top three buttons fastened. The rest were undone, showing off the red shirt underneath. “You look like you’re preparing for a huge dinner or something. You don’t even eat. What gives?”

You poked at his thin stomach, and he shoved your arm away. He adjusted the coat so it was exactly how he liked it, the open flaps down. “It’s the new look, y/n. Not that you know anything about what’s new.”

“Wow, someone’s being fucking harsh,” You said, folding your arms around yourself. You’d grown used to his rather ... delicate temper over the years. You knew not to take offense. “What crawled in your vape and died?”

“New Media,” He grumbled. You nodded, knowing that was a pretty good reason. The bubbly but bitchy new form of Media was a pain in the ass. You preferred the old. At least she had class. And a pretty good David Bowie impersonation.

“Say no more,” You said, sinking into the interior of the seat. You made yourself comfortable as the car went. You didn’t know where you were, nor did you know where you were going. It was more so about the journey than the destination. And with this teched-out car, the journey was definitely in style. “Just don’t forget that she owes her existence to you. Without the printing press, smartphones, internet - all that you have created - she’d be nothing. Lord it over her. I do it all the time.”

“You talk about me to her?” He asked, eyebrows shooting up towards his curls.

“More like I brag about you to her,” You snorted. “Okay, she might be a bit more superior than I am in the hierarchy, I’m barely anything, but you? Bitch is kidding herself if she thinks that she’s better than you. And guess what, you like me-”

“Barely fucking tolerate-” He muttered.

“-way more than you do her, so in her stupid face.” You didn’t allow his interruption to bother your momentum. You knew that behind that hard, technological, douchebag exterior was a heart wrapped in microchips. A soft, beating heart.

“She just doesn’t have to be so fucking smug,” He said. You could still feel anger coming off of him like heat waves. You just chuckled at his attitude - he really let things get under his skin. And he tried so hard to pretend to be this big tough guy.

“Don’t worry about it,” You said, patting his knee. “You’ll be around for the rest of time, and media is just going to be a fad. Especially her kind of media. She’ll get reborn again and again, as media changes. So -- forgedd abou-it.” You attempted your best accent, trying to sound like the Italians in the movies.

“You’re fucking horrible, you know that?” He said to you. But before he turned his head, you could just make out the corner of his lips going up into a smile. You would call that a success.

“So where are we off to, today? Silicon valley to go and mess with the nerds? Seattle to go and talk to Bill Gates? Come on, hit me with something fun.”

He just shrugged in retaliation. “I don’t feel like fucking with anyone today. I just want to .... go.”

“Okay, then let’s go...” You said, eyebrows furrowed. It really didn’t feel like it was a success anymore. He was closing off from you again, and you didn’t have any other choice but to let it happen.

-

You drove around for hours. There wasn’t anyway to measure the time, and the windows were permanently dark so you couldn’t see if it was day or if it was night out there. It didn’t matter. You had nowhere that you had to be, nor anywhere that you would rather go. He did slowly start to open back up. He bitched a lot, but he was well known for doing that. You would be much more concerned if he suddenly started to be positive. But he was slowly getting there.

It must be hard for him. He always provided what the people wanted, and what they needed. There was a difference between the two and he gave both. But there was always so much pressure to do more. To be better. He could outdo himself on one thing, and the next day, people would be clammering for bigger and better. He never got to actually enjoy what he gave.

Even those who had helped to bring into this world, like Media, and New Media. They came from him. They wouldn’t be here without him. And yet, they also just asked for more, more, more. They took, and they took. And gave nothing in return. They claimed some of his gifts to this world. They made it all about them. Look what I can do! If you worship me, you’re worshiping yourself! Narcissism at the touch of a button! Look at this celebrity’s ass! Look at these tits! Oh, a dick pic! Look, look, look.

What a lonely existence that he must have, you thought, as you watched him take puff after puff out of his vape. You don’t really know what he did outside of these drives with you. He never talked about it - only mentioned World and Media in passing. Not what he did with them. Not how the war plans were going. He tended to keep you separate from that part of his life.

“Fuck it,” You said, leaning forward in your seat. “Pull over.”

The driver did what he, or rather it, was told, and pulled the car over to the side of the road. You didn’t even know where you were. It could have been in a field, or a dark and creepy alley, or the suburbs of Albuquerque.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Tech asked, looking at you like you had suddenly gone insane.

“You’re acting like an asshole,” You said, shrugging, and opened your door. “And it’s honestly killing my vibe so... I’m going out to find it again.”

“Find your vibe? Here’s your vibe check-” He said, making a gun with his fingers and pointed it at you. “You’re fucking crazy.”

“And?” You got out of the car, and felt the cool night breeze on your face. It blew through your hair, and it felt pretty good after the staleness of the inside of the car. You looked at your surroundings, and grinned as you saw some lights not too far in the distance.

A movie theater. Absolutely perfect.

Tech-Boy slid out of the car as well, and stood in the middle of the street. His facial expression left you no doubts that he was doing this against his will. He didn’t want to be out here. “What the fuck are you doing?” He finally asked.

“Come on, you big grump,” You said, taking hold of his hand and started to pull his thin frame towards the theater. He grumbled, but he walked along. Once you were inside, you noticed that there was an arcade area, for those who came too early for the movie. “Let’s have some fun. You really seem like you need it.”

Eventually, you had him paying air-hockey. He only half-ass played until you scored on him three times in a row, and then his more competitive streak started to show. He was moving back and forth, using his striker to block off all of your attempts. And just when it seemed like you were slowing down, he went from defense to offense. The puck shot across the table and straight through the slot on your side. The table let out a clang, and added one to his score. You picked out the disk with amusement as you watched him do a little shimmy dance. His thin little hips stuck out of his designer jeans, making you chuckle.

“I’m still ahead, douche,” You said, putting the puck down and shooting it while he was distracted. He was quick though, and blocked it, sending it back your way.

You played five games, until best three out of five, which he ended up winning. You hadn’t let him either - that wouldn’t have been fair. You then went onto the motor-races, with the chairs and the steering wheels. This was also something that he was better at than you were, but you didn’t mind losing. It was seriously so good to hear him laugh. And to hear him say ‘fuck’ in joy when he won, rather than annoyance at someone else.

You got a bag of popcorn and some soda just to watch him play Pacman. “Little - color - fuckers -” He mumbled when they came too close to his circular, yellow character. Only to let out barks of laughter when he got the big pellet and was able to eat them down. “Eat my ass, losers.”

Eventually you were both thrown out due to Tech-Boys language, but you didn’t even care. You didn’t even know which city you were. The likelihood that you would come back was slim to none. You got back into the car, the good mood still going.

“Well, this has been fun,” You said, resting your head on top of Tech-Boy’s shoulder. You were starting to get tired - even some of the minor Gods needed to sleep at times. “I should probably go home though.”

“Okay,” Tech-Boy said, and with a snap of his fingers, the car started to head in that direction. The rest of the ride remained silent, but it was a comfortable silence. Once in a while, a little laugh slipped through as the energy of the night stayed with you.

Eventually it all came to an end as the car stopped outside of your place. You reluctantly took your head off of his shoulder, and got out of the car, but paused before you would close the door. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Yeah,” He said with a nod, picking up his vape once more.

“Okay - bye Techie. Love you!”

He looked at you like you were crazy, then did a shooing motion to try to get you on your way. But you didn’t move.

“Aren’t you going to say it back?” You questioned, leaning on the top of the door as it swayed under your weight. He curled his nose at you, and then tried to dismiss you again. But you didn’t move, just stood there grinning at him. “Not gonna leave until you say it back, big guy.”

He mumbled something under his breath. You cupped your hand around your ear. “What’s that?”

“Love you too,” He said, finally in a voice loud enough for you to hear. “You fucking freak.”

“Aww, you’re such a softie,” You grinned, sticking your tongue out between your teeth. You finally closed the door and made your way up to your place, the car idling outside until you were safely through the door. Tech-Boy held up his hand to snap his fingers, but didn’t until he saw the light in your window come on. Despite being alone, he smiled, chuckled, then finally told the car to keep on going. He might as well head home - the best part of his night was over.

[imacrowcawcaw]

Hi I come with a rather silly question, but I was curious, according to your perception how would you describe the personality of every girl in the GVF fandom here at tumblr

That's not a silly question at all, I think it's great and actually quite creative!!!

It seems to me that there are a couple types, which is normal cause there's a lot of us lol. We're not all the same, even if we have some interests in common!

Types of Greta Van Fleet Fans on Tumblr as Observed By Me

Type 1: The Casual Fan

She knows their music, but it's not her favorite. She might reblog a few photos or funny things about the boys on occasion, but her blog is no where near dedicated to Greta and they probably aren't even one of her hyper-obsessions, just another artist in her library. She's more on the outs of the fandom; it's rare that she's tagged or mentioned in anything because not many of us know her. Greta Van Fleet is, most likely, an outlier in her music taste: either heavier than she's used to, or more classic rock when she's a straight up metalhead. All of this is absolutely okay! This girl is generally chill and sweet when she does get to interact, although if she ends up liking GVF more and wants to get "in" on the fandom it can be frustrating to make herself seen.

Type 2: The Die Hard Groupies

I feel kinda bad calling them this but, if given the chance, these chicks would become groupies in an instant. They love the band with their whole heart, and want to live a life of peace, sex, drugs, and rock n roll with their idols. But since they are contained to Tumblr at the moment, these ladies contend themselves with thirst tagging, sending various friends like @satans-helper and @dreams-madeof-strawberrylemonade naughty fanfiction requests and confessions, reblogging pictures of their favorite groupies from rock history, and, of course, listening to Greta Van Fleet (cause they do like the music, I want to make it clear it's not all about sex). It's a toss up whether this girl is open to any and all of the boys, or has a lane she will die in. Jake seems to be the most common.

Type 3: The Accuser

This can girl is much, much more common on Instagram, but I've seen a few here too... The Accuser takes "cancel culture" to the extreme and is canceling a person for something every single day (and encouraging others to do the same) despite the fact that she still likes them apparently (you'll see that she still posts about this person who is "awful")? She thinks the boys are abusing their fame by not promoting social justice very publicly at all times, she has problems with all their girlfriends, she thinks the album is taking too long and that they're being lazy; she goes on rants about symbolism in the songs, makes every conversation about social justice no matter the relevance, and picks fights about the most ridiculous things. (Again, this was on Instagram, but I had two girls fighting over which twin had the larger gay following and things got INTENSE). This girl is quick to anger and accuse, wants everyone to be on her side and thinks even minor disagreements are Literal Death, and still proclaims to love the band despite finding fault in everything they do. High probability she excludes Danny or hates him the most. Yikes.

Note: If you're mad at "The Accuser" one cause, hey, sometimes there are problems that need to be addressed, keep reading.

Type 4: The Defender

While I prefer this girl over The Accuser, she is also... not perfect. The Defender, in contrast to The Accuser (and probably fighting directly against her in a reblog chain no one else bothers to read cause ugh this again), thinks that the GVF boys are literal angels on earth who can do no wrong. She agrees and backs up every decision they and their management make, and always jump to their defense whether it’s music, looks, actions, or online activity being criticized. She is probably a pacifist, heavily dislikes fighting, and wholeheartedly believes in “peace love and unity”. I wouldn’t say that she is naive or irresponsible entirely, but she tends to ignore anything that she dislikes or else immediately jumps to the defense. Think One Direction fangirls circa the early 2010s. 

Type 5: The Happy Hippie Medium

This girl is what I, personally, would consider an enthusiastic yet responsible fan. She generally stays outside of the drama because it has nothing to do with her, she thinks it’s too silly to argue about, or she just values her sanity and peace. She does, occasionally, chime in on matters that she thinks are too important to be ignored, whether it’s the wait time for the album or their social media presence, and she’s always respectful about stating her opinion. She loves Greta and posts quite a bit about them, including original content, but she also has other interests that she blogs about. It could be other bands, aesthetic photos, astrology, artwork, tv shows, activism, it doesn’t really matter, but you’ll find that her blog is an interesting and utterly disorganized haven of herself. Gives great recommendations on all manner of things, and has probably been to a concert and had the time of her life.

Type 6: The Obsession Blog

This is the girl - or, rather, the blog - that is 100% about Greta Van Fleet. Every bit of content that comes in or out is GVF related; she’s the one you go to if you want a certain picture or an ear to hear your fantasies. Even more so if her blog has a specific topic, such as a Sam Kiszka blog! (Or @gretavanfleetconfessions lmao shameless self plug). She probably also has one or more side blogs where she has other content she is interested in, as well as personal information. I am surprised at how often I follow both blogs without knowing it’s the same person!!!

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So, I think that those 6 types covers pretty much all the types of fans of GVF on Tumblr, or maybe more accurately their attitudes and content. I admit that I probably walk the line between “Happy Hippie ” and “The Defender”; I try to keep a healthy balance between my obsessions and a healthy amount of affection to GVF, sometimes that means ignoring stuff! 

I have also noticed that there are things that a LOT of GVF fangirls have in common that aren’t band related, but make this fandom more vibrant and close nonetheless. Many of us:

are musicians

are writers 

are artists (plugging @sphoox cause she’s my favorite but seriously all the artists rock)

generally like to be creative, whether it’s crochet or cooking or making moodboards

have other shared bands, such as: Led Zeppelin, Fleetwood Mac, Motley Crue, Guns n Roses, Nick Cave, Hanson, Harry Styles, Lana Del Ray, Twenty One Pilots, David Bowie, Pearl Jam, Metallica...

have other shared tv shows and movies, such as: Avatar the Last Airbender, The Witcher, Killing Eve, Mad Men, The Office, Parks and Rec, Labyrinth, Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure, The Adams Family, Pirates of the Carribean...

are interested in astrology and star signs

are interested in history

are interested in fashion

love to read and learn (not necessarily in school) and have all manner of knowledge

are in the LGBT+ community

are women of color, in and outside the U.S.!

are neurodivergent 

love nature and being active outdoors

love and share various aesthetics, whether it’s cottage core or ‘67 hippy or 80s rocker vibes

I love this fandom community and hope I can remain a part of it for a long time! There are things that diversify us and things that bring us closer together, plus, of course, the four wonderful (and sexy) musicians that brought us all together in the first place. What type of fan do you consider yourself to be? Was I accurate (enough), are there more types? I hope I haven’t wildly offended too many people lol....

[idjitlili]

Your eyes can be so cruel.

Kili x reader

Summary:  Being apart of the company, and growing close to Kili. After stopping at an inn, some drunk men, decide to pick at Kili's appearance. Words from Bowie come into favour.

A/n: Requested by Thatfoolishhuman  I have seen this idea a lot for Kili, but I'lol make it my own :) Also I'm British, so don't be mad at my spelling. FIRST IMAGINE OF 2021

Word count:3375

Warnings: Listened to David Bowie while writing this, sorry Bowie you just too handsome. Swearing.

Songs in order: rebel rebel, as the world falls down.

There was perks from travelling with your parents; due to business. The most frequent place you'd go was Tortuga, it was a quite a large village. Every time that you'd go, you and your parents stayed in an inn, which had a pub connected to it.

You'd eat with your parents in there, before all the drunks arrived, it was also a Saturday that you'd go. Saturdays meant that a song writer, and singer in one , was always there. His name being Jareth, he was a very beautiful man, in honesty one of the best musicians, in history.

Jareth was a skinny man, had a huge blond mullet, beautiful eyes one pupil larger than the other, beautiful accent, beautiful everything. Who couldn't have a crush on Jareth, his songs were like none other. 

These trips started when you were 5, when your parents business finally picked up, all the way up until you came to age. Which is when you joined the company, due to Gandalf.

You didn't think you'd ever see Jareth again, but you do.  You had undoubtedly had a crush on the singer growing up, you had almost forgotten about him when you joined the company.

Personally you didn't know Gandalf very well, not like your parents did, but he recruited you for an adventure, how could you deny it. A chance to see elves, dwarves, dragons? No way you was going to pass up that chance, no way.

You were surprised when the company had picked up, after getting Bilbo, since you lived on the way. Scary yes, not knowing any of these people, a chance at getting friends, you could only hope.

Strange was to say the least, you had seen a couple of dwarves growing up , that was just in pubs mostly. The were always not so pleasant, but these dwarves, plump and strikingly handsome. That hobbit? Bilbo that didn't take long for you to become friends, being shy didn't help, but some how you managed.

Dwarves were were quite scary; to say the least they intimidated you. 

That was until a particularly rainy day, when the mud was like cake batter. Thorin had decided it was time to stop for the night, the rain hammering down, lightning even, every now and then. 

Everyone was getting off their pony's, as were you, you was about to step down, when a huge crack of thunder was sounded above you. Damn you Thor. You had jumped, slipping on the mud, but you never hit the floor, instead you into strong arms.

Looking up , drips of water from dark hair had dripped on you, as Kili looked down at you. Your feet upwards, like a trust fall, you had smiled in embarrassment back to Kili, who had pulled you up to your feet. "T-thank you." Now standing up on your own, pulling your tunic down, trying to avoid eye contact.

"You're welcome, wouldn't want you to ruin your clothes a day into our journey." Kili had smiled at you, as you looked back to him from your feet, smiling slightly back.

Dwarves weren't as bad as they were made out to be, you learned that very quickly. When it was time for baths, turns out they were protective over females, always when you bathed two dwarves stood guard, just in case.

On cold nights, you'd wake up with an extra blanket.

Even though Thorin didn't like you were on this quest, he was never horrible, maybe because you just stayed quiet. You did not want to anger that beast, Bilbo talked quite a lot and look at him..

On one night, you were told to hide, Bilbo had been kidnapped by trolls, you hadn't listened. You followed everyone else, staying the bushes, getting as close as you possibly could, before quietly climbing up a tree with your knife.

It wasn't long before they were all caught, you just staring down at them, specifically Kili, you had hoped at he look up, and see you drop the knife. You could not make nose that would have alerted the trolls immediately. Sat on a branch , trying to blend in as much as possible.

That was Kili had looked up wide eyed, as you dropping the knife , and quickly climbed further up the tree to get out of eye view. You had thought it had worked, oh you was wrong.

"That one has gotten out!" Kili had started running around the trolls , as if he was sonic. A few minutes that lasted before you had noticed a shadow. But it didn't matter because Bert had grabbed Kili tightly,like he was slime that wouldn't stay put. No way would not have bruises after that. Of course he got out of Berts grip as Gandalf had appeared, cracking the large Boulder, turning the trolls into stone.

Feeling terrible the next day still, when the company had stopped again for the night and everyone had went to sleep. You could not, Kili being on watch, you had gotten up quietly, making your way over to him, sitting on log next to him.

Thinking about what you would say, Kili had beaten you to it. "Can't sleep?" His voice sounded tired, but still as lively. "Yeah.. um I'm sorry." Very convincing, indeed.

" for what?" The fire glowing orange, causing Kili to be barely visible as he turned to his to look at you. "It's my fault, that you got hurt yesterday, I should've listened to Thorin."

"What on earth are you going on about? I wasn't hurt? I'm fine, no one is dead , you did great, you didn't throw the knife at my head, maybe then I'd be distrusting in you." You felt like sighing, thankfully, but that would be cringy.

"I haven't got good aim, so it could've happened."

"You need someone to teach you."  You had scoffed slightly at Kili, gaining his full attention.

"I do not think anyone would have the patience." The warm orange glow from the fire, lit up the outline of Kili's face, a small grin could be seen.

"Are you challenging me? I have to sit through multiple speeches from Thorin a day."

"That's because you and Fili mess with him, I saw you the other day tangle a bunch of branches into his hair ,while he was sleeping. Why are you always surprised that he gets mad?"

"That was funny though, did you not see that bird fly at him? It shat on his face." Kili's grin only widened, as did yours, you had seen, Thorins face was bright red with the whipped cream.

"I'm surprised Thorin doesn't just leave you somewhere." 

"My mum would kill him. Right that settles it, you will learn from the best , to throw knives."

"You will really get Fili to help me?" Kili had gasped at you , sarcastically. "Oh I see, you want that Lion, over me, I'm hurt y/n."

"No,no, thank you Kili."

Thus, a bond was formed every night the company stopped, Kili would take you from camp, taught you basic defensive techniques and knife throwing.

To say the least, it did not take you long to develop a crush. Fili and Bilbo had became suspicious and decided to sneak up on you two. Why you'd do , not sure, Bilbo supposed to be smart, for all they knew you could've been going at it.

Instead they found you both sparring, undoubtedly they were confused, as you knocked the sword from Kili's hand ,before tackling him. Straddling him, as you looked up to see Bilbo and Fili. Quickly letting go of Kili's wrists, Kili looking up confused too, as you stood up, pulling him up with you.

"Oh, hi, we were just sparring." Too embarrassed to speak, Kili did soon as he noticed his brother and hobbit.  "So, this is what you two have been doing for weeks? 'Sparring'?" Fili didn't believe it, if Thorin knew he would not have, an heir to the throne, left unsupervised with a woman? No way.

"Yes Fili, I've been teaching Y/n how to defend herself." Sweat dripping down both of your faces,  "Right okay, Thorin said it's time for you to have a bath in the quarry, before the dwarves filthy it. Come on y/n." Bilbo had pulled you away, turning your head back to Kili you had sent a smile back to him.

You were back on the road soon enough, Thorin had decided to let the company stop for a night at an inn, an inn with a pub on the side.

Tortuga, the inn you had grew up at.

What day was it? Saturday, you could only hope, you had a huge grin on your face. You had grabbed your stuff,  once everyone was off their pony's, heading in to the inn,

Getting to the desk, to check into the inn, which consequently next to the bar, you in front.  "Aye, it's y/n/n! It's been a while, luv. And you've brought friends, do you all need rooms?"  Sparrow, the owner of the inn had greeted you,with a grin. That man was also very handsome, but too old for you though.

"I know, mum and dad been here a lot though, I assume? Oh I'm, when they next come here, would you be able to give this. And yes please we need for 16." Handing Sparrow the letter from your pocket.

"Of course, okay right it's 2 coins each for the night." The dwarves soon pulled out there coins passing them forward, as did you.

As Sparrow got the keys after counting the coins, he had turned back to you. "Oh, and lucky for you, y/n/n Jareth is here tonight." Sparrow had grinned, as your face flushed.

"Oh,really?" Kili unknowingly to you had also developed a crush on you, the mention of Jareth, made him bubble with jealousy. The company wondered, why such a young woman would be on nickname terms with the pub owner, and who Jareth was. They hadn't seen you as that type of girl, they were right not you, you weren't an alcoholic.

You had all went to your rooms, you had bathed deeply ,  dressed and headed down to the pub for dinner. The company already there, sat at tables, with jugs of ale. There was a space next to Kili, who had waved you over to sit.

Squeezing next to Kili, Sparrow had catcalled you again. "Oi, y/n/n , usual?"  Nodded to his question, Loki the cook had brought out your favourite dinner, as Sparrow brought you an ale.

"You had it ready? Thank you." Sparrow had just winked leaving you to eat your dinner, the others were too busy drinking , but when they had noticed your food, they quickly ordered food.  

"So, you come here regularly?" Kili had questioned as you finished your food, "oh, I'm yes, I travelled with my parents growing up , we had to drop stuff off here in Tortuga often , so we would stay here for the night." You had spoken quickly , wanting to change the subject.

" Transporting goods then?" Kili was intrigued, watching you intensely as you sipped your ale. Really he wanted to know who Jareth was. "Yeah, pretty boring, got to see a lot of places though." After that, a lot of people began to pile in, and the dwarves got drunker.

You knew it was going to be soon, that Jareth would be here. Not long at all, customers getting drunk, it was lively indeed.

Though nothing ever happened between you and Jareth, he still held a place in your heart, as well as being your best friend.

That's when you heard it.

"Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo"  you head had shot up,in search of him, but you couldn't see him.

"You've got your mother in a whirl

She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl

Hey babe, your hair's alright

Hey babe, let's go out tonight

You like me, and I like it all

We like dancing and we look divine

You love bands when they're playing hard

You want more and you want it fast

They put you down, they say I'm wrong

You tacky thing, you put them on."  Then you saw him, on the stage , well sort of a stage. 

Catching sight of his mullet, down to his eyes, he had not noticed you, you wondered if Sparrow had told him you were here.  You hoped he would see you.

"Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress

Rebel rebel, your face is a mess

Rebel rebel, how could they know?

Hot tramp, I love you so!" Thats when Jareth finally caught your eyes, holding eye contact as he sang, Blush upon your face. You had gotten up and went to the bar, ordering something strong, before retiring to your seat.

As Jareth had already started another song, you smacked down your drink.

"There's such a sad love

Deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel

Open and closed

Within your eyes

I'll place the sky

Within your eyes."  Jareth , catching your eye, gesturing you to come closer , with his hand.

"There's such a fooled heart

Beatin' so fast

In search of new dreams

A love that will last

Within your heart

I'll place the moon

Within your heart"

Standing up , Kili watched you as you walked towards the stranger man, as did the other dwarves. 

"As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone

Wasn't too much fun at all

But I'll be there for you-ou-ou

As the world falls down."

  Jareth had held knelt down, holding his gloved hand for you to take, which you did. Pulling you up onto the stage.  Still holding onto your hand, still singing, as he continued singing, you placed your hand on his shoulder as he placed his other hand on your waist.Kili's heart ached.

"Falling

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling in love."  As you two danced , in sync, you truly loved Jareth, Kili stood up , went to the bar to get another drink.

"I'll paint you mornings of gold

I'll spin you Valentine evenings though we're strangers 'til now

We're choosing the path

Between the stars

I'll leave my love

Between the stars."  Jareth had taught you how to dance, and every time you visited , he'd give you another song he had written for your book.  A book which held all his songs.

"As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone

Wasn't too much fun at all

But I'll be there for you-ou-ou

As the world falls down

Falling

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling

Falling

Falling in love

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling

Falling

Falling in love

As the world falls down

Makes no sense at all

Makes no sense to fall

Falling

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling

Falling in love

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling

Falling in love

Falling in love

Falling in love

Falling in love

Falling in love."  As soon as the song was over, you both had gotten of stage and you had jumped into Jareths arms. 

"Missed you."

"Ditto,"

Jareth had looked over to your table, "so you are travelling with dwarves now?" You had smiled , looking back your table, Kili wasn't there.  "Yes, Jareth, I'm going on an adventure, we have already seen trolls."

Grinning down at you, realisation hit Jareth, and went rushed to his bag quickly before returning back to you with a sheet of paper.

'Magic dance.'

"Just in case you meet a Goblin king. So who is your beloved?" Taking the piece of paper,  looking at into Jareths blue eyes in confusion. "W-what?"

"The dwarf that stormed out, he does not like me."  Jareth had chuckled, as you folded the piece of paper up placing it away.  "We aren't together."

"Maybe you should go check on him, y/n/n, come see me later, I'm staying here tonight." You had briefly hugged Jareth before leaving the pub. 

That's when you heard it, "stupid fucking hairless, fuck."   Local drunks harassing Kili. "Oi, what are you doing?"  The men had turned briefly to look at you, before scoffing. "Fuck of tramp."

You had marched up to the greasy man, pulling by the shoulder, to face you , and kneeing him in the crotch, making the man double over. Kili had punched one of them.  The men soon ran, when you had tackled one of them, beating them into mash, when Kili had pulled you off,the ground, trying to get out of his grip. All the men ran.

"It's me, y/n, stop, if you continued you would have been arrested." Placing , you back onto the floor, Kili had soon walked off, heading to his room, you following. But he had closed the door before you could get in.

This, you climbed up the roof hanging over the roof, to look into Kili's room. Looking like Spiderman. Kili sat on his bed staring at the wall, not moving, jumping when you knocked the window.

He had rushed to the window when he had seen you , hanging of the roof, you definitely couldn't hold on longer. Though Kili wasn't tear stained , it was clear that he was upset.  He had opened the window, helping you in.

"What are you doing? On the roof, what if you fell." He as definitely annoyed, "I would not have, plus I wouldn't have to if you let me in before." You definitely would have fell.

He hadn't answered this time, just sat on the bed, away from you, you sat next to him on the bed. 

"Kili, talk to me, tell me what has made you not yourself. Please, Kili." You didn't dare touch him, but you did placing your hand on his foreman. "Why don't you go to your beloved? You won't be seeming him for a while , instead of bothering me." You had scoffed pulling your hand off of him, you already knew he ran off because of Jareth.

"You are very stupid dwarf, in all honesty, Jareth is my bestfriend, only friend I had growing up, and don't you think he is a bit old for me?" 

"I don't believe it, you like a man that has long soft hair, nothing like me, I can't even grow a beard."

"frankly beards are really gross, tell me that the dwarves don't smell? You know why? Because they drop food all their beards and don't know it."  You had laughed, imagine Bombur going through his beard and finding cheese.

"They do smell,"

"Exactly, and what's wrong with your hair, Kili?" You had turned on the bed, bringing your hand up  to his hair,touching it gently, moving it out for his face. "I think you've got lovely hair, those guys were just idiots, Jareth had to beat them with a soup spoon once, you are not stupid nor hairless. How could they call you hairless? They are bald?"

Cupping Kili's face, to bringing him to face you, looking into his chestnut eyes.  "Y/n, I must confess, that this would not have happened if I did not like you."   And with that you had pressed your lips to his.

"Your eyes can be so cruel

Just as I can be so cruel

Oh I do believe in you

Yes I do" Jareth singing faintly could be heard.

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MM ANON ……… 🎼cha’ cha’ cha’ changes 🎼PHE……… Died-do………… 800 million assassination ……………MO,drama………… spitting poor image ………………the terrible trio ( charming). ……………” hearts 💕 and minds Charlotte, hearts 💕 and minds”………… widows plea !! …………… University’s scramble ………… vacuous wheelchair.

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Tuesday Aug 18/20

I apologize profusely kids, that I have not been around today. I’ve had a headache like you wouldn’t believe. I don’t as a rule get them and wow it is still there, but I’m going to attempt this riddle OK.💜💜PG💜💜

August 18/2020

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Riddle # 87 

🎼cha’ cha’ cha’ changes 🎼PHE………  The daily mail earlier this morning when I was reading the website, They were carrying live the speech that Matt Hancock was making. He’s basically throwing out everything that they’ve been doing process wise with Covid. They are now calling it really coming it’s just, it reminds me of London scoop up is down down is up right is left left is right everything is all a big mess. Here’s a wee bit from the daily mail that I had read earlier today. DM……

‘It’s like making Chris Whitty head of Vodafone’: Critics round on Hancock’s appointment of Tory Baroness Dido Harding to lead replacement for PHE after she oversaw Test and Trace fiasco. Talk about a patronage appointment eh?? Dido Harding, 52, to head up PHE’s replacement, Institute for Health Protection. Was chief exec of TalkTalk during hack which saw 160,000 users’ data stolen. Yep she sounds like a perfect person to keep track of everybody’s private medical records Yep indeed what a great choice not!Independent experts say a scientist should be in charge of the new institute. As you can tail I added a few comments of my own in there. What a joke, an absolute joke. Again I say it’s like the monkeys 🐵 🐒 are running the zoo! The song music 🎼 cha cha cha changin’ 🎼 classic by, Sir David Bowie. 

Died-do………… 

I just about had a heart attack when I read this because I thought one of the singers who I love so much, Dido, who has not been around for years had died. So when I went to Google it said she’s suicided. And then again in a panic even more and I realized it was like an old in days Dido way back. This is definitely a reference to the Patrick the point Barrow Baroness Dido Harding! Yes she will get in there and given her track record, she’s going to solve all the worlds problems! Covid will disappear from the 🌎 planet, she will devise a plan, and everybody who died will be raised up! Oh give me a break!! The only thing that she has going for her that she has a Tory!! I hate patronage appointments!! Especially in our country our Governor General, Julie Payette is three years into her five year term! And she is a not right in the head person. And abuseive to her staff! Truly have no clue how that woman managed to be an astronaut and relate to other people, given what we are experiencing in our country with her. Buckingham Palace of course has no comment. They say it’s an issue for Canada to work out. So what needs to happen is our PM, who recommended her in the first place, needs to write a letter to her requesting that she resign.  I’m sure he will be slow to do that, so I don’t know the next step would be for her Majesty the Queen to pull her from the position. This would cause all kinds of trouble and given what HMTQ is already dealing with I don’t think she she will do she will do that.. She has refused to move into the Governor General’s official residence. She has already spent hundreds of thousands of dollars redesigning her office she doesn’t want to see any cleaning stuff or any other staff, nobody to look at her or look her in the eye. They built a special staircase that only she can use. Her daughter her office has been changed so that it is like secure like that with all I forget the name of those rooms in America where they have those secret meeting from the government that no one can hack into. Basically should build yourself a little bunker there with a little enough that the finger cold or card to get into her own office!  PATHETIC, THAT MINE AND YOUR TAX DOLLARS!!  I know I digressed, but I hate patronage appointments especially when someone is so incompetent!

800 million assassination ……………VOA website 

UN-Backed Court to Issue Verdict in 2005 Assassination of Lebanon’s Hariri! NEW YORK - On Tuesday, a U.N.-backed international tribunal in The Netherlands will announce its verdict in the 2005 assassination of former Lebanese Prime Minister Rafik Hariri, who was killed in a roadside bombing with 21 others as his convoy passed along the Beirut waterfront on Valentine’s Day.  

A U.N. Security Council resolution established the Special Tribunal for Lebanon (STL) in 2007, following a request from the government of Lebanon to the United Nations.

The court’s verdict comes at a delicate time for Lebanon.     

The country has been rocked by a year of anti-government protests, a crippling financial crisis and COVID-19. And that was before the massive blast that tore through Beirut Port nearly two weeks ago, devastating a large portion of the capital and leading to the government’s resignation.    “The explosion that happened on August 4 introduces some kind of unpredictability to how the street is going to react to this verdict,” said Randa Slim, senior fellow at Washington-based think-tank Middle East Institute. The four accused in the murder of Sunni politician Hariri are from Hezbollah. The Iranian-backed Shi’ite group wields both substantial political and military power in Lebanon and is designated as a terrorist organization by the United States. It has denied any involvement in Hariri’s assassination and refuses to recognize the court’s legitimacy. If the men are found guilty, it could increase public anger against Hezbollah in the aftermath of the recent explosion, says Lebanese American University political science professor Imad Salamey.“Many people in Lebanon right now blame Hezbollah in part or in whole, for protecting corrupt government directly or indirectly responsible over this explosion,” Salamey said from Beirut. “And much blame will be towards Hezbollah’s weapons for having imposed on the Lebanese the current president and current governments that are deeply corrupt.” Hezbollah’s domestic influence is in large part due to its substantial weapons arsenal, including explosives, rockets and missiles, which it refuses to give up or hand over to the Lebanese Army. It has deployed them against Israel and has also flexed its military muscle in armed clashes against opposition militias in 2008 inside Lebanon. The verdict could also ratchet up international pressure against the group, especially from the U.S., which might seek to impose new sanctions on Hezbollah or its allies in Lebanon. “We are seeing increasing overt pressure being placed on Hezbollah,” said Mona Yacoubian, senior adviser on the Middle East and North Africa at the U.S. Institute of Peace. “In which case, the verdicts could also then add to that pressure and lead to potentially some destabilizing consequences, depending on the verdict, depending on the reaction in Lebanon, and depending on how, quite frankly, Hezbollah.mBut after more than a decade and and about $800 million spent on the court, it is not clear whether justice will be served. “If you compare it to other investigations in Lebanon, it is definitely the most thorough one, the most credible one, the most transparent one,” Slim said of the tribunal’s work. But no matter the conclusion, part of the population will be reluctant to accept it. “Nobody has any illusions that whatever verdict is issued will bring real closure,” said USIP’s Yacoubian. Salamey adds that if the four defendants are found guilty, there are likely more powerful individuals behind them who made the decisions and gave the orders who are not facing accountability. “So this is really partial justice being served, instead of being satisfactory and comprehensive justice,” he said.The prosecution has presented evidence, much of it technical and focused around the defendants’ phone records, to prove its case that the men watched Hariri for weeks, organized the attack and orchestrated a cover up to protect the real conspirators.    The defense has argued the evidence is circumstantial and the data unreliable.    Salim Jamil Ayyash, Hassan Habib Merhi, Hussein Hassan Oneissi, and Assad Hassan Sabra face a maximum of life in prison if convicted. But they have not been seen in years and have been tried by the tribunal “in absentia,” so would likely serve no prison time. Hariri’s son, Saad, himself a former Lebanese prime minister, flew Monday to Leidschendam, in the suburbs of The Hague where the court is located, to attend Tuesday’s judgment. His office said he would make a statement after the verdict is delivered. Sorry so long that it was important. My comments….This unprecedented deal that President Trump has helped broker between the UAE and Israel normalizing relations and establishing embassies in one another country is groundbreaking. Many are calling for him to win the Nobel peace prize on this! The left-wing media you’re not a peep from them about it not one peep. The fallout from this is Iran has good friends in Russia and better friends in China and that little triad is a disaster along with Hezbollah and Hamas!! 

MO, drama………… 

Well again the Covid pandemic has caused things to be done differently. This week is the Democratic national convention where they will formally named Joe Biden and Kamala Harris as their choices for VP and president. You can put whatever name you want by whatever title.Republicans turn. If you’re not familiar how these conventions are usually held they are just thousands of people in the arena and the energy is electric and it’s just a fabulous four-day excitement in politics! Anyhow there’s  no excitement because we are ready know who the players are. some people spoke live and some people spoke recorded. Michelle Obama,  even though she could’ve escaped and resumed in life or whatever, she chose to pre-record her speech. That’s really important , hey Michelle?? that you don’t even do it live! That must be very very very very important to you not! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂 So depending who you ask, her speech was out of this world or it was lackadaisical the same old stuff, her husband was president for eight years and Biden was VP they did nothing and they were not left wing extremist like they become now. What a mess what an absolute mess! What is more important, if you’re so dedicated to politics, what is more important that you can’t take like five or 10 minutes out of your evening, to scoop the scoop was going to Skype or zoom or whatever the technology is just Skype in and give your speech live. It is wacky doo to me. 🤪🤪🤪I don’t understand it. Many people said that evening, Monday evening at least I haven’t watched any TV today I’ve had such a headache and I still do. But many people said it had the feeling like a telethon. Remember those the olden days were the Lions club or Jerry’s kids for muscular dystrophy? Once Jerry Lewis got too old in with the politically correct enough they yank the rug on his telethon that society who or how disgusting he thinks 38 years of doing telephone raising tens and 10 preps hundreds of million dollars for MDS shame on them shame on them!They would have like an 18 hour live broadcasts pleading for money for their charity! That’s kind of how a lot of people are saying that they felt this was pleading for money! DM Michelle Obama takes veiled swipe at Kanye West in DNC speech as she urges voters not to 'play games with candidates who have no chance of winning’.Michelle Obama urged Democrats to back Joe Biden in the November 3 election.Obama told Democrats that 'this is not the time to withhold our votes in protest’.Kanye West has qualified for the ballot in some states with help from GOP operatives.

spitting poor image ………………

Spitting images to be a show I think in the 90s are used to BBC where they would use Peppertree and they would make extreme characterizations of the puppets and many of them are the royal family and the stories were just sometimes very cringe worthy and very very typical British humor! DM …. 

Spitting Image bosses hold 'curious meeting’ with ITV over how to lampoon black characters without being accused of racism.Spitting Image is set to return to ITV this autumn on streaming service Britbox.But producers fear racism claims over portrayal of celebrities like Kanye West.Rapper will feature along with black celebrities such as the US singer Beyonce. Other figures set to feature include Boris Johnson and President Donald Trump. This link is for a British GQ magazine and that you got to go if you wanna good laugh you got https://www.gq-magazine.co.uk/culture/article/spitting-image-puppets to go take a look at all the puppet pictures oh my goodness.  It’s back. Twenty-four years after Spitting Image hung up its puppets and decided to give the likes of Maggie Thatcher, Neil Kinnock and John Major a break, the series’ warped puppetry is slinking back onto our screens later this year courtesy of BritBox, the BBC and ITV’s joint answer to the American streaming giants. In keeping with the Britain of 2020, there’s a decidedly more international bent to the new puppets than the series of the 1980s, but master puppet creator Roger Law has returned to the classics too: politicians, royals and government mandarins alike will feature. So, what satirical horrors lie in store for the British public come autumn? In reverse order of freakishness, let us enlighten you…go to GQlink!!!

the terrible trio ( charming). ……………”

No dear MM a non-, and everyone else you know when I called the Cambridge children the trio of terror in the in the bell Merlin on you know that I’m just joking right I love those children I love them! I would never ever ever say anything bad about them. So they are charming but you know kids are kids and three at once playing Star Wars over zoom wowza!!💜💜💜💜💜💜Prince William Is Tackled By His Children in Charming New Royal Family Photos. Now this is not a new article, But it does include the word charming.VANITY FAIR ….. Surrounded by his children all packed onto a wooden swing and playing a game of rough and tumble on the grass, Prince William wad all smiles as he posed for his wife Catherine, their family home in Norfolk earlier this month.The Duke of Cambridge celebrates his 38th birthday today which also happens to be Father’s Day. The candid family portraits, taken by the Duchess of Cambridge, were shot earlier this month in the grounds of Anmer Hall where the family have been staying during the lockdown.Dressed-down in chinos and a sweater and perched on a swing, which was a wedding gift to the couple, William has a smiling Prince George standing up behind him, Princess Charlotte next to him—her arm flung around her father—and Prince Louis on his knee. I don’t think this is about the Cambridge children.

I am certain that this is the three men, who were travelers. Who murdered the police constable in Britain by dragging him oh for miles and miles just horrendous. There’s nothing charming about them at all they laughed and made pen signs which I don’t know if that’s gang language or whatever they just whatever they got manslaughter and so at least no at the most eight years what a joke!   THE INDEPENDENT…… PC Andrew Harper’s wife, she is very charming a lovely young woman who lost her husband far too soon. She is ‘overwhelmed’ by support for campaign to jail police killers for life.Lissie Harper to meet local MP and home secretary in push to change sentencing laws. The widow of PC Andrew Harper has said she is “overwhelmed” by the amount of public support for a campaign to jail people who kill police officers for life.Lissie Harper, 29, is campaigning for a new law in her husband’s name that would create a mandatory life sentence for those found guilty of killing an emergency worker.“Our justice system is broken and we need Harper’s Law to help fix it,” she said.“I have witnessed first hand the lenient and insufficient way in which the justice system deals with criminals who take the lives of our emergency workers.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻for her. His mom has also been just absolutely crushed by this murder.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻for her as well.

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widows plea !! …………… THE HINDU…..In Delhi Pension not given to widows during lockdown’. The Delhi High Court on Tuesday sought response from the Centre and the city government on a petition claiming that pension to around 12,000 widows has been discontinued during the COVID-19 lockdown by the Woman and Child Development Ministry without any valid reason.A Bench of Chief Justice D.N. Patel and Justice Prateek Jalan has posted the case for further hearing on August 26.

Social activist Harpal Singh Rana in his petition said according to response received under the Right to Information Act, widow pension of around 12,000 women has been discontinued by the ministry during the COVID-19 lockdown.The plea said the pension has been discontinued/ withheld “on fake, filmsy and unfounded grounds”, like address not found. It claimed that the applicants for the pension have been residing at the same address provided in their applications.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

University’s scramble…..AP…..

Universities scramble to deal with virus 😷 Covid-19 outbreaks. North Carolina’s flagship university canceled in-person classes for undergraduates just a week into the fall semester Monday as college campuses around the U.S. scramble to deal with coronavirus clusters linked in some cases to student housing, off-campus parties and packed bars.

The University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill said it will switch to remote learning on Wednesday and make arrangements for students who want to leave campus housing.

“We have emphasized that if we were faced with the need to change plans — take an off-ramp — we would not hesitate to do so, but we have not taken this decision lightly,” it said in a statement after reporting 130 confirmed infections among students and five among employees over the past week.UNC said the clusters were discovered in dorms, a fraternity house and other student housing.Before the decision came down, the student newspaper, The Daily Tar Heel, ran an editorial headlined, “UNC has a clusterf—k on its hands,” though without the dashes.The paper said that the parties that took place over the weekend were no surprise and that administrators should have begun the semester with online-only instruction at the university, which has 19,000 undergraduates.ME. I highly doubt that this will be the only university on the planet affected every everywhere will be dominoes dominoes falling everywhere.

vacuous wheelchair. THE LONDON ECONOMIC…… Priti Patel roundly mocked for “British people” tweet.” It’s inflammatory and divisive and also errant vacuous nonsense with no meaning in a multi-party democracy.”

Home Secretary Priti Patel has been roundly mocked for a tweet suggesting “the British people” want to take back control of our borders in response to the refugee crisis.A migrant in wheelchair was among people arriving in Dover aboard a Border Force boat yesterday, many of whom wore blankets and lifejackets.The Home Office has been accused of having “lost control” after a new single-day record for migrant crossings was set on Thursday.As the number of people making the perilous crossing creeped up, Patel tweeted. “I know that when the British people say they want to take back control of our borders – this is exactly what they mean”, adding that the UK needs “the cooperation of the French to intercept boats and return migrants back to France”. 

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

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Thank you PG💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

[fivescuddles-blog]

sweet and innocent | five hargreeves

a/n: sorry for the wait! i’m currently drowing in requests and homework haha, but i hope you enjoy this regardless! took my a while because i kept getting interrupted so pleeeease leave feedback uwu

requested: “if you have time, could i request another fan fiction with five hargreeves where they were childhood friends but he’s cautious about love so he distances himself from her?” - @spazclaiire

characters: five hargreeves x reader, pogo

word count: 1,095

summary: a certain hargreeves has been avoiding you and you need to find out why

warnings: swearing

~

Five had been avoiding you. That you were certain of.

It was getting really frustrating, every time you tried to even speak to him was met with a short answer before he abruptly turned away. You just didn’t understand it.

You’d been friends with Five ever since you were children since you lived just down the road from the Hargreeves manor. You didn’t have powers, but this honestly just made it easier for you to become friends with the kids. They found it nice to be able to speak with someone who didn’t have to deal with a controlling father or controlling powers. You were close with all of the Hargreeves children, but you always seemed to have a special bond with Five.

He was you best friend. He always had been. You spent all your time together. And now, he was pushing you away.

So you were determined to find out why.

A sigh left your lips as you walked down the street towards the Hargreeves manor, the great house taking up most of the room on the street. You could still never get used to the sheer magnificence of the house, no matter how many times you went over.

Confidently, you walked through the grounds, making sure to keep an eye out for Five, perhaps reading a book or training in the solitude of the gardens. But no luck.

Instead, you decided to try inside. Going up to the door, you gave a loud, strong knock, not having to wait long before Pogo arrived, opening the door with a smile on his face.

“Miss Y/N, you’re back I see,” he said, grinning as he let you in.

You returned his smile. “Yep, good to see you, Pogo. And what have we said about calling me Miss?”

“I’m sorry, Mi- Y/N,” he corrected himself before raising his eyebrows questioningly. “So, what brings you here today?” He asked.

A sinking feeling was felt as he asked that. “I’m uh, here to talk to Five,” you said quietly, the confidence you had previously had dissipating slightly. “Do you know where he is?”

Pogo though for a moment. “Yes, I do believe that he’s in his room. Would you like me to get him fo-”

“No, it’s fine,” you smile gratefully at him, feeling slightly bad about cutting him off. “I’ll just go to him, thanks Pogo,”

He nodded before walking away, leaving you standing in the entrance of the manor. You took a deep breath before advancing towards Five’s room. You could hear the music seeping through the cracks in the door, soft David Bowie filling the air. Finally, you were in front of the door.

Bracing yourself, you knocked.

You heard the music cease inside. “I said I’m busy, Vanya,” a voice spoke inside, before the music continued once more.

You sighed and knocked harder which was met with an equally annoyed sigh as Five stood and” marched over to the door. Flinging the door open, he stopped completely once he saw your face.

“Oh… you’re not Vanya,”

“Yeah, no kidding,” you said, annoyed, before grabbing his elbow and dragging him inside the room, slamming the door behind you. There was a silence as the two of you just kind of stared at eachother awkwardly for a bit.

“Sooo… what did you want?” Five asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. “I’m kinda busy right now, Y/N,”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your mouth. “Busy, huh? Busy my ass, Five,”

He was definitely taken aback by that, his forhead furrowing as he stared at you. “You’re always busy these days! Hell, every time I come over it’s always the same fucking excuses. I’m busy, I have work to do, I need to train-” you spoke in a mocking voice. “-honestly Five, it’s getting really fucking annoying. Listen, if you don’t wanna be friends with me anymore that’s completely fine, but don’t make me feel like I’ve done something wrong! It’s really shitty,”

You finally finish your rant, making sure not to gasp for breath at the end and destroy the amazing finish you had just made. Five said nothing throughout the whole thing. He just stood there, unmoving, an almost scared look on his face. But you’d had enough. You were not going to stand here and be made to feel like the bad person. You rolled your eyes at his silence before going to turn away.

But you weren’t able to.

A hand gripped onto your shoulder.

“Y/N/N, I...”

Now that grabbed your attention.

You turn around to face him, your questioning eyes meeting his genuine regretful ones.

“Y/N/N, I’ve been really shitty to you lately-” A snort left your mouth as you mutter under your breath.

“Yeah, that’s an understatement,”

He hushed you impatiently. “Yeah, I know- It’s just that… Ugh, fuck, I’m so bad at this,” he cursed, withdrawing his hand and looking away. “Listen, I didn’t mean to make you feel like this. To push you away. It’s just that I didn’t know what else to do.”

You were honestly so confused right now. What on Earth did he mean?

“We’ve been friends for so long and I… when I… when I started to feel, well, more than just friends feeling for you, I- I got scared. I didn’t want to scare you off, I guess. You’re the only friend who I’ve ever been able to trust completely and if I was to hurt you or… you were to hurt me, I… I don’t know what I’d do...”

Uh, gobsmacked wouldn’t even come close to describing what you were feeling right now. Five was looking at the floor, his eyes focusing on the details of the carpet and honestly just wanting the ground to split and swallow him whole. He felt like he’d completely ruined everything.

A soft hand caressed his cheek, making him look up to meet your eyes. He had a look of genuine fear in his eyes, but not the kind of fear you’d get if you had to jump off a high cliff. No, the type of fear you get when you’d just admitted a dark secret. A secret you’d held for so long.

He could hardly process it when you softly pressed your lips against his, gently moving in sync as the two of you slowly sit on the bed to the side of you. It was sweet and innocent, two words that no one would usually use to describe Five Hargreeves.

But when he was with you, sweet and innocent he was.

~

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[scotianostra]

Musician Cha Burnz was born on March 20th 1957.

Born as Charles Edward Mchugh Burns in Coatbridge, Burns became just Cha Burnz and with it a guitarist on the London punk and new wave scene of the  mid 1970s before forming Fingerprintz with fellow Coatbridge boy Jimme O'Neill. The band released three albums and more than a dozen singles, but to little success. Cha also played in Adam Ants backing group for a couple of years from 82 to 84 doing backing vocals and guitar on Desperate But Not Serious.

In 1985, he formed The Silencers, again with O'Neill. A three-track  demo secured a deal, but during the recording of the first album, Cha  had a brain haemorrhage. He was back playing guitar six weeks later, despite the fact that he was still re-learning basic reading skills.

The first album in 1987, A Letter From St Paul, shows a rock band with  unashamedly Celtic influences. Once again, domestic success eluded  them, but the album and single Painted Moon were popular in the US. A  support slot on a Squeeze tour culminated in a gig at Madison Square  Garden in central New York. The day before, Cha collapsed and was hospitalised. Fears of another  serious illness were unfounded, however, and he recovered in time to  play.

On the back of a second album, A Blues For Buddha, the band toured Europe for four months with Simple Minds. The Silencers proved to be a popular opening act for the world's  biggest bands, with David Bowie and U2 also requesting their support.

Throughout the following three albums, Dance To The Holy Man, Seconds  of Pleasure and So Be It, critical recognition in the UK never  translated to mass sales.

In France and Spain, however, the band had an almost fanatical following. After five albums with The Silencers, Cha eventually left in 2000 and  rarely played on-stage again. After spending two years living in  Switzerland, he moved to Wales at the end of 2002.

He was diagnosed with lung cancer in late 2006 and had courses of chemotherapy and radiotherapy.

As a keen environmentalist whose motto was "Planet Before Profit", he was keen to try metabolic therapy, a controversial alternative treatment not available on the NHS, which uses natural methods including diet to boost the immune system.

Band mate JJ "Jinky" Gilmour organised a benefit concert, which took place at the ABC in Glasgow in January. Despite Cha believing he was the "forgotten man of Scottish rock", the 1500 capacity venue sold out.

The date was planned six weeks after his last course of chemotherapy, and on the night he had regained enough strength to play with original band members and those from subsequent line-ups.

Sadly Cha lost his fight with cancer on March 26th 2007 and died at his home in Prestatyn, surrounded by his family and band members. He had a humanist funeral back in his home town of Coatbridge.

It's always difficult at this stage in a post to find a song to post, I have several that I listen to on a regular basis, The Real McCoy, I Can Feel It being two of their own compositions, and a fab version of Wild Mountain Thyme, with a great video was well in the running, however I though it best to go with one I actually posted on my own FB page just a few days ago, Scottish Rain, which is not about our fair weather here in Scotland, but is a song about  love and fallout from Chernobyl when heavy rain following the  disaster saw the west of Scotland drenched with radioactive material and health officials warned families not to drink rain water for a short time.

Scottish Rain

We dive into a dark doorway

Hiding from the clouds of grey

Oh babe

I don't mind it at all

We stay close to one another

Laughing as we watch the waterfallRain Scottish Rain

Rain Scottish Rain

Rain Scottish RainI can feel your pulse beat so strong

Feel you warm and feel you young

Oh babe

Like children once again

We stay close to one another

Captives of the Scottish RainRain Scottish Rain

Rain Scottish Rain

Rain Scottish RainHope it don't rain all dayRain Scottish Rain

Rain Scottish Rain

Rain Scottish RainWe stay close to one another

Captives of the

Natives of the Scottish RainRadioactive Rain

Radioactive Rain

[stormtrprinstilettos]

“And how should I serve you?” - (1983) Roger x Reader (smut)

Summary: It’s 1983 and Queen is recording their next album at the studio where you work, and things get a little heated between you and the drummer.

Series Masterlist here

In this “episode”: Maybe Montreux isn’t all it was supposed to be.

Word Count: ~5k

Warnings: The usual, smut and language. 18+ please.

[A/N: I know the timeframe is off. I know. I know. Don’t @ me. But one part of this is idea that was discussed with @hannafuckingsucks over a month ago and I am finally to the point in the story where it fits! Amazingly, an anon sent in an idea that also ties perfectly into it, so, this is for you too! And the other big thing in here is per a few anon requests (again, I’m sorry for taking so long to get to it – all of you wanted it to happen sooner, except for one who wanted it to happen now). Unless y’all send me in more ideas, this is going to be the last one in this little series here unless/until I get more in the inbox or something popping into my head. I personally don’t want to let 1983 Roger go, but… Yeah.]

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“It’s beautiful here,” you tell Roger as you look out of the window at the nighttime view, the moon full and lighting up everything it’s glow touches with absolute perfection.

“Yeah, and quiet. Quite a retreat from the madness.” “We usually stay in a house when we’re here, but I thought you and I could stay here. Less time between here and the studio, since the studio is downstairs and all.”

“Do you hear that?” You turn and face him, wrapping your arms around his waist and looking up at him “That silence is telling us that we are completely alone.”

“Finally,” he whispers.

“Yeah,” you whisper. Your shared smile and adoration is interrupted by a banging on the door. “Really?” you fuss in a humored whine.

He walks to the door and you turn back to soak in the amazing view of the water and mountains in the distance. You can hear laughter and voices coming from the other room but try your hardest to ignore them, silently wishing for whoever these people are to just go away. But they don’t.

“Hey, babe, come meet the guys,” he says, poking his head around the corner. Not exactly the night you were hoping, but you keep your groaning to yourself and go meet his other bandmates.

They’re nice enough – nothing wrong with them on a personal level, but you wish they would leave. They’re all drinking way too much and being way too loud and obnoxious, even Roger. At 11pm you’ve had enough of this “fun” and excuse yourself to bed. Not that you were going to get any sleep. The walls are surprisingly thin, and you can hear everything. Every footstep. Every cough. Every cigarette being lit. Every word. Everything.

“Does she have any friends, Rog?” you hear one of them ask. “I need to get me one like that.” There’s another one who jokingly asks how much he’s paying for you, and another that cracks a joke about the age difference, and you break down. You think that maybe this was a mistake after all. Or maybe they’re just that drunk, you don’t know. They’re definitely not like the others. Brian, John and Freddie never talked about you like that and never treated you with anything but respect.

They finally leave around 1am and Roger comes sneaking in the bedroom, trying to be quiet but he keeps knocking things over as he’s trying to undress and it’s starting to piss you off more than you already are. But you seethe quietly, because you don’t even want to talk to him. He finally crawls into bed and scoots himself behind you, and pulls you tight to him, but you don’t react. “Are you sleeping?” he whispers loudly, and you stay quiet. “Wake up, Y/N,” he whispers again. “I’m fucking hard and I need you.”

“You smell like a liquor cabinet and cigarette smoke,” you snap, not turning around to face him.

He snuggles his face into your neck and rubs your leg with one of his hands. “But baby, I really…”

“You need help?” you snap again. “You have two hands. Help yourself.” You push his hand away and move yourself to give some distance. He rolls over onto his back and starts laughing. “Go to sleep, Roger,” you groan.

He gets out of the bed and walks to the bedroom door, which he smacks himself in the face with when he opens it. “Fuck!” he yells out with pain in his voice, and you jump up and rush to him. “I hit my fucking nose!”

You know you shouldn’t laugh. He’s hurt. But you can’t help laughing anyway. “Idiot,” you giggle. “Come on.” You guide him out to the living room that is littered with empty beer bottles. “Sit down,” you tell him as you push him to the sofa and turn on the lamp. “You’re bleeding.”

When you walk back in with towels, he’s looking up at you, a pathetic look on his lightly bloodied face. “If you’d have just had sex with me this wouldn’t have happened,” he chuffed.

“I was planning on having sex with you but we were rudely interrupted,” you quip as you sit next to him and hold a towel to his nose. “Did you forget how doors work?”

“It was dark. I couldn’t see,” he tells you with a smile on his face. You roll your eyes and bring his hand up to hold the towel himself. “You’re so pretty,” he slurs slightly. “I’m a fucking asshole.”

“Not always,” you grin. “But right now you’re an asshole with a bloody nose.”

“I think I broke my face,” he groans, moving the towel away.

You look at his face with an amused look. “Nope. Still adorable,” you giggle. “An adorable asshole with a bloody nose.” He’s sorry for what happened tonight. You can see it all over his face. “Hey, it’s alright,” you tell him. “I know I can’t keep you to myself all the time.”

“Not exactly how I wanted our first night here to go,” he murmurs. “But tomorrow night? I promise. You and me.”

… but it didn’t exactly happen that way, because he stayed in the studio until 3am. The next night he was there until 6am. Every single night for that entire first week, he would either be at the studio until some ungodly hour, drunk with “the guys,” or both. You told yourself it was stupid to be angry about it. He’s there to work – he never said he wasn’t there to work. He didn’t bring you there to coddle you. Sure, he told you that you’d have your evenings together, but you know how recording goes. There’s really no set timeframe, and when the music is flowing, you can’t stop making it because you promised your girlfriend dinner and a movie. It doesn’t mean you weren’t annoyed with it all, especially given how today is now Wednesday, and John, Brian and Freddie will be here any minute.

“There she is!” Freddie exclaims when he walks in and sees you reclining in the living room. “Where’s your shadow?”

“Same place he’s been for most of the last week. The studio.”

“Uh oh,” John sings. “Trouble in paradise?”

“No, no trouble,” you say with a smile. “It’s actually nice having no responsibilities.”

“Ah, only responsibility being to be pretty and fuck him whenever he wants it, right?” Freddie jokes. You purse your lips and raise a brow. “Don’t tell me you’ve already started to deny him when he fucks up!” he laughs heartedly.

“Hey! I will have you know I was only denied once,” Roger shouts as he walks in and points to his bruised nose. “And this is what happened, so I don’t think I’m ever going to be denied again.”

“You punched him?” Brian asks you, somewhat horrified but also just a tad amused.

“No, I didn’t punch him,” you giggle. “I wanted to, but the door took care of that for me.”

“You’ll never believe who I ran into about an hour ago,” Roger says, quickly changing the subject. “Bowie. He’s here for a few days. I told him I’d get all of you down to the studio tonight.” He turns and faces you and sees you’re starting to get annoyed. “You, too, Y/N.”

Queen – your favorite band. They always have been. David Bowie? Well, he’s second in your adoration. And when Roger told you that you were going to meet him – not just meet him, spend the night hanging out with him – you were ecstatic. You didn’t want to show it. You tried to keep your cool like you did the day he and the rest of the guys walked in the studio months ago. Roger was amused watching you meticulously fix your hair and take forever to pick out what you were going to wear. “You didn’t bother putting this much effort into your clothes the day you were going to meet me,” he joked. “I met you in jeans and a t-shirt.”

“That’s because I wasn’t trying to impress you,” you joked back, fluttering your eyes.

He – Bowie, that is – was utterly charming when you met him. He held your hand and kissed it like a proper gentleman, his voice soothing and a little deep. His humor was terrific, and although he wasn’t trying to, he had this aura of mysteriousness surrounding him. And when he would talk, you paid very close attention. And when you all went to get dinner, he pulled your chair out for you and helped you sit down. Roger hated it.

Now here you are, in the studio with all of them. You’ve been around these guys long enough to witness their bickering in the studio. Whether it be because of a chord change in a certain place, lyrics being changed, the tempo – didn’t matter. They bickered. Some days the bickering was constant. Sometimes it would explode into an all out shouting match. But nothing you had ever witnessed could prepare you for this moment you’re witnessing right now.

It’s been a few hours, listening to them banter and play music, including you in all of it. But the best was sitting here watching Freddie and David – he insisted you call him that – trying to out-diva each other. Freddie would sing something, and David would have to do it louder. David would sing something, and Freddie would have to do it more dramatically. It was hilarious.

Just as he would do back in Los Angeles, if something didn’t sound right or didn’t seem like it fit, Freddie was on the speaker asking for your input. Not David. He wouldn’t use the speaker. He would walk out and come sit right next to you and discuss what the problem was. It was harmless, but Roger didn’t think so.

He didn’t like the way you’d smile, or the way you’d get smiled at, or how your arms would touch, or how you’d play with the underneath of your hair while intently listening. You knew it was getting to him and you played it up big time. He hasn’t given you much attention since you arrived. He’s barely even touched you. So maybe, you thought, if you’d flirt just a little too much he would give you the attention you’ve been aching for. And David? Well, he didn’t mind the flirting one bit. He ate it up, and he would flirt right back. You were being quite giggly, a bit too much for Roger’s liking. You used to giggle and flirt with him like that when you first met, after all. They were trying to work out a particular drum part for this song they were making you and David were having what looked like a very flirty conversation. You were really only sharing L.A. stories, but he couldn’t hear you from way on the other side of the room behind the glass.

“Rog, concentrate, for fuck’s sake,” Freddie scolds from the desk. He turns and looks back at you. “Go give him a blowjob so he relaxes and stops being so fucking useless,” he laughs.

“Go on,” David jokes. “We won’t watch. Promise.” He smiles and gives you a wink, and that was the last straw for Roger, who throws his drumsticks on the ground and rushes out of the box.

You stand up to greet him, but he says nothing, instead opting to grab your arm and walk out of the studio. You hear the rest of the guys chuckling as you do, making comments about how maybe the blowjob was going to happen. When the door slams behind you, you stop walking and yank your arm away, infuriated with Roger. “What is wrong with you?” you yell. “And who in the hell do you think you are dragging me out like that?”

“Who in the hell do you think you are throwing yourself at him in front of my face?” he yells back. Your forehead wrinkles and your eyes squint as your lips purse together. “Oh, I could see everything. Everything,” he sneers.

You’re seething inside. He’s never acted like this before, and you start to wonder if this is who he really is. Easily jealous and domineering. This isn’t what you signed up for. “Oh, so you saw me when I tore off my pants, got on his lap and fucked the shit out of him?” you snarked dramatically. “Thank god, because I really didn’t know how to tell you it happened!”

“You’re here with me, Y/N, not him!” he yells.

“Yes, I’m here with you,” you snarl. “Although I think you forget I’m here half the time because you’re too busy drinking until you can’t even walk straight when you could be spending just a little bit of your time with me like you promised.”

“Where are you going?” he carps as you start to walk away. “We aren’t finished.”

“We are finished,” you sneer. “Enjoy the rest of your night. I’ll see you whenever you come to bed, as usual.” You storm off in a rage and go back to the apartment.

He eventually comes to bed. You have no idea what time it is, but the sun is up now, and the first thing he does is lay on his back and gets as close as possible to you. You nuzzle up to him, laying your head on one shoulder and your hand on the other, not awake fully. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispers. “I don’t know why…” You bring your hand up to his mouth and cover it, letting him know you want him to stop talking, and he starts to chuckle. “Go back to sleep.” He grabs your leg and wraps it over his waist. “I love you,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you too,” you mumble. “Pull something like that again and I’m going to break your face for real,” you giggle. “Did the song get finished?” You raise your head and rest your chin on his shoulder.

“Mmm hmm.” He looks over at you and smiles. “I’ll play it for you later.” He puckers his lips, beckoning you for a kiss, and you oblige with a soft peck. “I’m sorry you’re not enjoying yourself here.”

“I actually love it here,” you tell him. “It’s beautiful. Just wish I could see you more, that’s all.”

“I know,” he groans. “Me too. I’ve been a complete dick.”

“Yes you have,” you giggle as you kiss his neck. “You owe me.”

“After we get some sleep, I’m all yours,” he smiles. “I am doing nothing today but spending it with my girl.” You give him another kiss before laying your head back on his shoulder and drifting off to sleep.

“Hey,” you hear Roger whisper in your ear. “Wake up.” You hurry and sit up, and he’s sitting next to you on the bed. “You’ll sleep until tomorrow if I let you,” he chuckles as he pats your hip.

You slowly sit up and groan. “I hardly slept, Roger. What time is it?”

“2:00,” he laughs. “Get up. Come on,” he says, dragging you out of bed. “I’ve sent specific instructions that you and I are not to be bothered today by anyone.” A big, toothy grin happens upon his face. He’s obviously excited about something, but you don’t ask.

After getting showered and dressed, he walks you down to a quaint little sidewalk café where you enjoy lunch. The occasional person would stop by and glance, clearly recognizing him, but none would ever stop and bother him. “Word must have gotten around to everyone not to bother us today,” you giggle. “I think this is the first time I’ve ever been somewhere with you where no one is coming up to you.”

Everything was perfect. You strolled around old town, did some window shopping (he wanted to buy you everything you said you liked, but you wouldn’t let him) and walked along the lake. The conversation never wavered – it never did when you were with him. And he held your hand and gave you sweet kisses, in full public view, announcing to the world that you were his.

You sit together by the lake, arms wrapped together, your head on his shoulder, watching the amazing sunset that looked like a perfect painting. “Thank you for bringing me here,” you tell him.

“You showed me the sunset in L.A. I thought it was only nice to repay you for that,” he says.

“No,” you giggle and look up at him. “I mean here, to Montreux. To be with you.”

He sighs deeply and smiles a benevolent smile. “It’s not going exactly as I planned.”

“You mean you didn’t plan on being a jealous, raging bull last night?” you quip. “I could have sworn that was somewhere in the plan.”

“I’m really sorry about that,” he says, quite embarrassed. “I don’t know what got into me.” You lightly pinch the tip of his nose, crinkle yours, and put your head back down on his shoulder. “I take it you don’t want to come to Munich, given how this has been a complete disaster.”

“I never said that,” you say. “And this isn’t a complete disaster, silly. We’re sitting here now, aren’t we?” He chuffs and shakes his head. “I knew you were going to be working, Roger. It’s not like this is a vacation.”

“I promised you time,” he groans. “And I haven’t given you any.”

“I don’t need your time 24 hours a day. Besides, if you’d have been around constantly I wouldn’t have found that bakery that makes the best chocolate croissants I’ve ever had in my life.”

“What else have you been getting up to?”

“Nosing around, pretty much. The lady at this antique shop not too far from here and I have become pretty good friends,” you giggle. “She’s learning English so she likes to talk to me.”

“Antiques, huh? Freddie will love to hear you like antiques.”

“Oh, we already talked about that. I mean, it’s not like I know what I’m looking at. I only went in because she saw me gawking at a ring she had in the window and insisted I try it on.”

He sits there and adoringly listens to you ramble on about the people you’ve met and the things you’ve seen. “And there’s a nice little boutique shop next door that has this shirt I think I’m going to buy tomorrow. It’s a bit more pricey than I usually pay for clothes, but I think I’ll treat myself.”

He clears his throat and quickly changes the subject. “Remember when I asked you what you wanted out of life? What did you say?”

“To be happy,” you reply with a smile.

He holds two fingers under your chin and tilts your head, looking deep into your eyes. “Do I make you happy, Y/N?”

“Yes,” you say softly. “You make me happier than I’ve ever been.”

He smiles lovingly, his eyes reflecting the setting sun. “Do you know what I want out of life?”

“Money. Fame. Fancy things,” you laugh.

“That’s all nice,” he laughs. “But no.”

“Well then,” you say, shifting your body to face him. “What does Roger Taylor want out of life?”

“To make you happy.”

“Well then you have succeeded.” You lean in and give him a quick kiss.

“Ah, I may make you happy now,” he says dramatically with his finger raised before turning serious, “but I want to always make you happy, Y/N.”

“Well, keep up the good work,” you giggle.

He sighs. “I’m trying to be serious here.”

“Ok, ok I’m sorry,” you giggle before taking a deep breath and forcing yourself to stop being silly.

He looks out over the lake, deep in thought. “Where do you see yourself in 10 years?”

“Hopefully wherever you are,” you smile, holding his arm and resting your head back on his shoulder.

“What about in 20?”

“Roger?” you ask with a nervous laugh. “What…”

He interrupts you. “Marry me.”

You start to choke and quickly lift your head up, looking at him. “What?”

He has a huge smile on his face as he turns to look at you. “Marry me,” he whispers.

“Roger…” A happy tear falls down your cheek and he wipes it away with his thumb.

“I know this is crazy and maybe even compulsive. And I know you probably wonder if I’m only doing this because of last night but I promise you I’m not because I got this yesterday…” He holds out the ring you fell in love with at that antique shop, and your mouth falls open. “Fred told me you mentioned it and the lady there said that when you tried it on it was a perfect fit…” You’re genuinely stunned right now. “I was going to wait until we left here. There’s this small town in Germany I was going to take you to when we drive to Munich…”

“Roger,” you hold up a finger to his lips. “You’re rambling.”

“Yeah, sorry. I thought we could drive to Munich from here and…”

“Roger…” You try to stop his rambling again, but he doesn’t hear you.

“… there’s this town that is quaint and quiet and…”

“Roger! Stop talking!” you laugh. “Are you going to put it on my finger or not?”

The big smile comes back to his face and he relaxes. “So you will?”

You jokingly shrug. “I’ve always been crazy and compulsive so there’s no reason to stop now.” But you quickly give him a genuine, adoring smile. “And because I love you and I want to see what happens in 20 years.”

“I love you,” he tells you with a whisper before kissing you while putting the ring on your finger. “Should we go back?”

“Oh, I think so.”

“I’d put on some music, but I don’t want to drown out the sounds of your sexy little moans,” he grumbles, pulling you close to him.

“Mmm,” you murmur as he gives you a deep, passion filled kiss. “I’ve missed you.”

He gives you a deep chuckle. “I have a lot to make up for, don’t I?”

“Absolutely,” you say as you push him away from you. “You better give me whatever I want.”

“I’ll do anything you want me to as long as you keep looking at me like that.”

“Anything, huh?” you smirk and sit down on the bed. “Get those clothes off, then.”

He smiles as he kicks off his shoes and starts to unbutton his shirt, unbuckle his belt and unfasten his pants. You’re already breathing hard just from watching him. It’s been far too long. Sure, it’s only been just over a week, but considering how you’d normally get it almost every night, it’s been far too long. You just know you’re about to get a good one here and now. He looks you in the eye and gives you a 'I hope you're ready for this' look and you start to giggle.

He slides his pants down and steps out of them, standing up straight to give you the best possible view of his swelling cock. He quickly finishes taking off his shirt, and now he’s standing in front of you, completely naked. You look him up and down, inspecting him and smirking as you bite down on your lip. You sit on the edge of the and motion him over, and he reaches out to touch your face. He pulls your face to his and kisses you as softly, licking your lips before running his tongue around your jawline to your earlobe. As he kisses his way lightly around your neck he massages your thigh with his other hand, causing you to instinctively spread your legs before pushing him away. He grins as he takes off your shirt, then your shoes, your pants, and everything else. “Where do you want me to go?" he whispers.

"Don't tease me dammit, you know what I want..."

"I'm not sure, you'll need to give me some directions," he teases. "Tell me, Y/N. Tell me what you want me to do."

You reach up and push down on his shoulders with force and turn his face to yours. "If I have to tell you, I’m going home right now," you giggle.

“Yes ma'am," he says with a chuckle, falling to his knees. He starts at your inner thigh and licks his way up, slowly inching his way to be right where you want him.

“No teasing,” you whisper. “No time for that.” He wasn't about to disappoint you. He reaches around with both hands, grabbing your ass and pulling you to him. He puts his mouth over your pussy and uses his lips to spread yours so he can focus all of his attention on your clit. You weren’t lying when you said there was no time for teasing. You missed the feeling of his tongue on you so much that you almost immediately begin to cum, your fingers digging into his head. That didn’t stop him from sucking on your clit. Every muscle in your body tightens and convulses as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. The intensity is almost more than you can take, but he doesn't stop. He won’t until you tell him to. You’re speechless. The only sounds you can make are the loud moans and screams he’s making you give. He alternates between sucking your clit and setting it on fire with his tongue. You can't tell him to stop because you’re beyond speechless now. You push his head away, but he pulls you closer, relentlessly continuing his attack on your throbbing clit until you scream one more time and go limp.

He stands up and gazes playfully into your eyes, caressing each of your breasts with his open palms, letting your stiff nipples slide between his fingers so he can tweak them. He circles them with his fingertips, softly, watching your nipples grow even harder. Still looking into your eyes without a word, he slides his arms underneath your legs, raising them to his shoulders as he lines up his cock with your still pulsating pussy. “May I?” he asks, somewhat jokingly.

“You fucking better,” you giggle.

“And how should I serve you?” he asks with a sarcastic smirk.

You grin. “Hard,” you growl as you prop yourself up on your elbows.

He has absolutely no problem with that. He rams himself into you with great force, pulling you to him with his hands on your thighs each time he thrusts into you. You look deep into each other’s eyes; your faces telling everything you need to know. You are both right where you want to be and getting what you both so badly needed. He slows his pace to let you catch your breath, rubbing your tummy and gently massaging your tits, softly brushing over your nipples.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he starts to fuck you slowly now, with long, slow strokes. “I love being inside you.”

“Right where you belong,” you coo with gaspy breath and a smirk. You can see in his eyes that he’s getting closer before he even started to pick up the pace of his thrusts. "Give it to me,” you groan. “Give it all to me."

He reaches down with his thumb and begins to rub your clit with firm circles as he gets even closer and closer, feeling you start to spasm. He pushes even deeper into you. “I’m ready,” he groans loudly. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m ready.”

“Do it,” you grunt. “You’re making me cum.” His cock pulses and throbs and your walls constrict around him as his load shoots into you. He keeps thrusting until he’s unable to stand, collapsing his face softly onto your stomach, wrapping his arms around you, his most favorite spot in the world.

Your arms wrap around him as you rub and pat his head. With a soft and sweet giggle, you purr. “Good boy."

He slides up into the bed, and you slide up to lay next to him, still basking in your collective glow, and rest your head on his chest. “I may not be able to do that in 20 years,” he chuckles. “Keep it up and you may even wear me out long before then.”

“I don’t care,” you say. “As long as you can still hold me in 20 years I’ll be just fine.”

He kisses the top of your head and squeezes you tightly. “You’ll really marry me?” he asks, almost as if he’s baffled that you said you would.

“Yes, I’ll marry you,” you say softly as you look at the ring on your hand and smile. You shift yourself to have your face next to his, a tinge of worry washing over you. “You don’t think this is what I was looking for this whole time, do you?”

“Not at all,” he grins. “If I recall correctly, you didn’t want any of this.” You roll your eyes and start to laugh. “Well, you didn’t. You just wanted to use me for sex then toss me in the bin when you were done.”

“Oh like you started all of this with serious intentions,” you laugh and playfully slap his chest. “You didn’t want any of this either.”

“You’re right, I didn’t,” he smirks. “I just wanted you to be my little play thing in L.A.” You roll away from him onto your back, but he rolls over as well and hovers over you. “But now that I’ve got you, I’m never letting you go.”