#Justin Noel Hall

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[medium-observation]

SEPTEMBER RELEASE

Beetlejuice - First US National Tour

March 25, 2023 - Medium Observation

Video | Matinée

Cast:

Justin Collette (Beetlejuice), Isabella Esler (Lydia Deetz), Britney Coleman (Barbara Maitland), Will Burton (Adam Maitland), Jesse Sharp (Charles Deetz), Kate Marilley (Delia Deetz), Danielle Marie Gonzalez (Miss Argentina), Abe Goldfarb (Otho), Brian Vaughn (Maxie Dean), Karmine Alers (Maxine Dean/Juno), Jackera Davis (Girl Scout)

Notes:

Nice video of The first of four videos I filmed while in Buffalo! There is a pretty bad head obstruction on the right side which you can see in screenshots. It's worked around the best I could but it doesn't take away too much from the overall video.

NFT Date: March 1, 2024

Screenshots: <https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjAxtVK>

Video is $15

Little Shop of Horrors - Off-Broadway Revival

January 18, 2023 - Medium Observation

Video

Cast:

Matt Doyle (Seymour), Lena Hall (Audrey), Brad Oscar (Mr. Mushnik), Jeff Sears (u/s Orin and Others), Aaron Arnell Harrington (Audrey II), Khadija Sankoh (Chiffon), Tiffany Renee Thompson (Crystal), Joy Woods (t/r Ronnette), Michael Ianucci (u/s Ensemble), Noel Macneal (s/w Audrey II Manipulation)

Notes:

Very beautiful video of this incredible cast. Jeff is an absolutely hilarious dentist and is not to be missed. Joy Woods is also here! Suddenly Seymour is wideshot due to usher activity. Overall a near perfect video of this revival.

NFT Date: March 1, 2024

Screenshots: <https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjAoTs6>

Video is $20

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[froggywritesstuff]

character list

the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

21 Chump Street

Justin Laboy

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Theodore Decker

Marvel

Peter Parker (any actor)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Makkari

Sersi

Sprite (platonic only)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Layla El-Faouly

America Chavez (non male readers only)

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova (platonic only)

Shuri

Namor

Riri Williams

X-Men

Mystique

Kitty Pryde

Peter Maximoff

Rogue

In The Heights (movie version)

Usnavi de la Vega

Vanessa 

Nina Rosario

Benny

Sonny de la Vega 

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

JD (Jason Dean)

Heather Chandler

Heather McNamara

Heather Duke

John Doe

John Doe

Ride The Cyclone

Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)

Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg

Mischa Bachinski

Constance Blackwood

Ricky Potts

Hatchetfieldverse

Paul Matthews

Emma Perkins

Ted Spankoffski

Bill Woodard

Ruth Fleming

Pete Spankoffski

Richie Lipschitz

Max Jagerman

Grace Chasity

Lex Foster

Ethan Green

Hannah Foster (platonic only)

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring (non female readers only)

Nick Nelson

Tara Jones (non male readers only)

Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)

Elle Argent

Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))

Tori Spring

Imogen Heaney

Isaac Henderson (platonic only)

Do Revenge

Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)

Drea Torres

Deadpool

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax Petropolus

Eugene Otinger

(young) Morticia Addams

(young) Gomez Addams

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Tomorrow When The War Began

Ellie Linton

Lee Takkam

Fiona Maxwell

Homer Yannos

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Margo Kess

Miles G Morales (earth 42)

Miguel O’Hara

Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt (non female readers only)

The Broken Hearts Gallery

Lucy Gulliver

Nadine (non male readers only)

Nick Danielson

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins

Enola Holmes

Enola Holmes

Lord Tewkesbury

Turning Red

Mei Mei

Miriam

Abby

Priya

Raising Dion

Nicole Warren

Tevin Wakefield

Dion Warren (platonic only)

Julie and the Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer (non female readers only)

Flynn

Carrie

Abbott Elementary

Janine Teagues

Jacob Hill (non female readers only)

Gregory Eddie

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Love Victor

Victor Salazar (non female readers only)

Benji (non female readers only)

Felix Weston

Pilar Salazar

Lake Meriwether

Lucy

Mia Brooks

Andrew

In Treatment

Eladio

Laila

Spree

Kurt Kunkle

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Mary Margaret Blanchard

David Nolan

Henry Mills

Mulan (non male readers only)

Graham

Neal Cassidy

Peter Pan

Jefferson

Dash and Lily

Dash

Lily

Boomer

Juno

Juno MacGuff

Paulie Bleeker

Summer Days Summer Nights

Debbie Espinoza

Frankie Espinoza

Scream (1 through 6)

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Roberts

Charlie Walker

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Amber Freeman

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Venom

Eddie Brock

Honest Thief

Ramon Hall

Beth Hall

Wild Child

Poppy Moore

Kate

Drippy

Freddie Kingsley

Monsters and Men

Manny Ortega

Marisol Ortega

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

Trevor Spengler

Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

Britta Perry

The Obession

Logan

Delilah

The New Girl

Lia Setiawan

Stacey Hoffman

Mythic Quest

Poppy Li

Brad Bakshi

Adventure Time

Finn

Princess Bubblegum

Marceline

Marshall Lee

Prince Bubblegum

Flame Princess

School Spirits

Madison

Simon

Charley (non female readers only)

Wally

Rhonda

Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves

Simon Aumar

Disventure Camp

Aiden (non fem readers only)

James (non fem readers only)

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Jane Facciano

Olivia Valdovinos

Nancy Nakagawa

Cynthia Zdunowski

Richie Valdovinos

Ted Lasso

Ted Lasso

Roy Kent

Jamie Tartt

Keeley Jones

Sam Obisanya

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Noah Diaz

Elena Wallace

Mirage

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas (non female readers only)

Loona

Millie

Moxxie

Octavia

Verosika Mayday

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie (non male readers only)

Angel Dust (non female readers only)

Husk

Alastor (platonic only)

Vox

Lucifer

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rise + mutant mayhem + tmnt 2007 + tmnt 2012)

Donnie

Mikey

Raph

Leo

April

The After Party

Yasper Lennov

Space Force

Tony Scarapiducci

Renfield

Teddy Lobo

Robert Montague Renfield

Undercovers

Bill Hoyt

Amazing Digital Circus

Jax

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Randy Cunningham (18+ people DNI unless requesting platonic stories)

The Earliest Show

Josh Bath

House of Lies

Clyde Oberholt

Mean Girls (movie + musical + movie musical)

Cady Heron

Regina George

Gretchen Wieners

Karen Smith/Shetty

Janis Ian/Sarkisian/Imi'ike (non male readers only)

Damian Hubbard (non female readers only)

Warm Bodies

R

Peep World

Nathan Meyerwitz

Your Boyfriend

Peter Dunbar

[brain-matter]

SHAMELESS (US) X ACTORS FULL NAMES

Frank -> William Hall Macy Jr

Monica -> Chloe Webb

Sheila -> Joan Mary Cusack

Veronica -> Shanola Hampton

Kevin -> Steven Michael Robert Howey

Svetlana -> Isidora Goreshter

Jimmy/Steve -> Justin Chatwin

Mickey -> Noel Roeim Fisher

Fiona -> Emmanuelle Grey Rossum

Mandy S2- -> Emma Greenwell

Karen -> Laura Slade Weishaar (born Wiggins)

Lip -> Jeremy Allen White

Ian -> Cameron Riley Monaghan

Carl -> Ethan Francis Cutkosky

Debbie -> Emma Rose Kenney

Liam S8- -> Christian Isaiah

[niemernuet]

Last week of the off-season winter sports fandom challenge. Selfie of my mental state:

I can't believe we survived. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to @wunderlichkind for organising everything, and also to @ticiie and @the-dying-fan. You're all simply the best, and you made these long, ski-less months bearable. 😘

This week's theme is:

betting on the new season 😎

So...I don't really know...I don't have any excuse...

The Bet-a-thon

rating: T pairing: Gino Caviezel/Marco Odermatt, Justin Murisier/Daniel Yule, Loïc Meillard/Zoé Chastan (all off-camera only) characters: Luca Aerni, Tangyu Nef, Noel v. Grünigen, Camille Rast, Mélanie Meillard, Andrea Ellenberger, Thomas Tumler, Semyel Bissig, Daniele Sette, Loïc Meillard, Gino Caviezel, Daniel Yule, Marco Odermatt length: 1'400 words

The hall, aptly named The Hall, was near the station, and smack in the middle of a freshly refurbished neighbourhood. There were a handful of very hip cafés nearby, all held in subdued earthy tones and with expensive concoctions on the menu. They had landed in the one closest to the parking lot, all of them free again of the countless bags with material they had collected today. Thomi still wore the woolly hat that he had had to put on for the TV spot, though he had it shoved over his ears because even though it was definitely autumn now, it was a warm and sunny day. Daniele sat next to him, and warily eyed his frothy drink before taking a cautious sip.

"It's almond milk, not poison," Camille said from the other end of the couch.

Daniele looked at her, then at Luca. "Why are they here?"

"Wow!" Mélanie said with a deadpan voice.

"Misogynistic much?" Andrea added, and bit down on the complimentary cookie that came with every coffee.

Daniele rolled his eyes. "I'm only asking because we barely meet you during the season. How could you possibly check if your predictions come true or not?"

"We're trusting you," Camille answered with the same soft grin as before. "Do we have reason not to?"

"I invited them," Luca answered, and shoved his glasses higher up his nose. "Also Tanguy blabbed, and Mél threatened to snitch if we wouldn't let them participate."

Mélanie smiled cheerfully over the rim of her mug while Tanguy shot up from the big armchair he was occupying with Noel.

"I blabbed?" he exclaimed. "Who started talking in the middle of the bloody studio, surrounded by dozens of cameras?"

Luca rolled his eyes, and grabbed the small notebook next to his drink. "Anyway. Let's recap the past season. Easiest thing first: Who will be caught snogging first, by whom, and when? The answer was of course Gino and Marco, by Chris, and it was October 21 in Sölden. The winner of that bet is Semyel who correctly predicted the persons, and was only one day off."

Semyel punched the air. "Yes! I told you it would be before the season even starts but you wouldn't listen!"

"Second question was: How many times will these two be caught? Now, I'm not sure I have the right number. I've got five instances…anyone got more?" Luca looked up.

"After Sölden was Val d'Isère, in the team bus," Daniele said, and held up two fingers. "Then Adelboden, and the party in Beijing…"

"Beaver Creek too," Mélanie threw in. "They tried to hide behind Loïc's skis."

"And the one in Méribel makes six," Luca concluded, and looked over the list. "That means Noel is closest with nine."

"They're getting better," Andrea said.

"Still not good enough," Thomi muttered, and woefully looked into his cup. "Just once I'd like to enter a room without fearing for my eyes."

"Next," Luca continued reading from his little book, "Who will be banned first, for what and when? The first part was probably too easy because we all said Justin will be banned by Matteo from visiting Daniel but we were all wrong with the date because it happened in Madonna di Campiglio in December."

"I really thought they'd hold it together until at least Adelboden," Thomi said. "Who could've known he'd hitch a ride with Loïc from Bormio."

"Strictly speaking I wrote that Justin will be banned from the slalom team for shacking up with Daniel," Tanguy threw in. "Which he did, if you remember Matteo's screams. That's more precise than just 'visiting', so I say only I should get the point."

Luca looked over the crowd around the table. "Anyone for?" Nobody raised their hand.

"Of course we all knew what we meant when we wrote down 'visiting'," Semyel threw in.

"Against?" Luca asked.

"Fuckers…" Tanguy muttered as eight hands were lifted into the air.

"So, everyone gets a point for that," Luca said with his nose in the notebook again. "Next up we had: Who will have the biggest meltdown, and why? I think we all agree Kitzbühel is the winner."

"I don't know," Noel threw in, "I've heard Ramon's fight against the robot in Beijing was a sight to behold."

Luca and Andrea looked at each other. Andrea slowly shook her head. "It was more of a kick out of frustration, really, not a whole meltdown. Also he couldn't stop apologising to the robot afterwards."

"And everybody was talking about Kitzbühel," Camille spoke up. "Federica even asked me whether it's true when we raced in Kronplatz."

"That settles that," Luca said, and, with the tip of his tongue between his lips, scribbled something in his book. "Meaning that Loïc's outburst after Marco's unfortunate remark about his results wins. Thomi, Daniele and I get a point for guessing the persons, and Tanguy and Semyel get a point for the correct location, and Noel gets nothing."

"Cool…" Noel muttered, and wiped Tanguy's grin off his face with a well-placed elbow in the ribs.

Luca cleared his throat, and turned a page in his notebook. "Now the leaderboard. In second place with two points are Tanguy, Noel, Thomi, Daniele, and me. And the winner of this year's National Team Bet-a-thon is…" He paused as he shoved his hand under the table, and retrieved a bottle of wine, "… Semyel with five points."

Semyel held his arms up high, and pretended to savour the non-existing applause. "Thank you, thank you!" he grinned. "And to think I was out all season."

A buzz of activity broke out around the table as everyone dug for a pen while Luca tore scraps of paper out of his notebook, and handed them out.

"Write down your bets for the new season," he explained. "Same as every year."

For a few moments, nobody spoke, and only the soft jazz playing over the loudspeaker could be heard.

"We get points for guessing who will be banned, and when, right?" Andrea suddenly piped up.

"And where," Daniele added, and peeked over her shoulder. "Daniel in Chamonix?"

Andrea shrugged. "It's where Lizeroux lives, right? Things always escalate when they get together."

"True," Thomi conceded, and chewed on his lips. "But that's in February…last year they didn't even make it to Christmas."

Andrea thought about that answer. "Eh, they'll behave," she eventually said, and continued to write on her paper.

Again it was quiet for a while until Mélanie looked up. "Question! Does the person having the meltdown have to be an athlete, or can it be someone from staff?"

"Why?" Luca asked but Mélanie quickly held her paper against her chest so nobody could read her bet.

"That's unfair!" Noel exclaimed. "Everyone should have the same information so we can make our guesses."

Mélanie rolled her eyes. "Fine," she huffed. "My guess is that next year, Zoé will have the meltdown."

Thomi snorted. "Zoé? Never in a hundred…" His face fell as the realisation dawned on him. "They're breaking up?" he hissed.

"No!" Mélanie exclaimed. "Of course not!" She tried to continue writing but everyone kept staring at her, and eventually she rolled her eyes, and leant over the table.

"If you so much as hint that you know something I'll pull your teeth out of your urethra. Are we clear?" she whispered.

"Sure," Luca squeaked, and crossed his legs.

They all leant closer to understand her. "Someone may or may not have created a secret Pinterest-board titled wedding rings."

For a second they all pondered that answer.

"Loïc is on Pinterest?" Camille then asked.

"I don't even want to know," Daniele muttered, and scribbled his first answer through before jotting down a new string of words.

"You wouldn't know when he plans to do…" Noel asked but he could not finish the question.

"Coming!" Tanguy hissed, and threw his paper at Luca.

He had just time enough to stuff them all into the notebook, and hide it in the bag under the table before Marco crashed down over the backrest of the couch.

"I'm dead," he groaned into the worn-out pillows. "I never want to see a camera again."

"Stop wiping your makeup on my jacket!" Camille hissed, and pulled it away. Gino, Loïc and Daniel walked around the table, and sat down in the remaining free spots.

"I need a coffee," Gino sighed. "Or a beer. Whatever they have."

"What were you doing?" Daniel asked, and picked the bottle of wine to inspect the label.

Luca cleared his throat. "Just…having a little welcome-back-party for Semyel…nothing much."

Loïc leant over Daniel's shoulder to read the inscriptions on the bottle. He frowned. "You should have said something. I'd have known something better."

"Eh, we didn't miss him that much," Thomi said.

[denimbex1986]

'Netflix’s Ripley has a tremendous amount to offer. It’s dark and stylish. It’s one of the most beautiful things on television. It has an exceptional cat in it. However, there is one moment in Ripley that is so preposterous it threatens to undermine the entire series. If you haven’t seen Ripley, stop reading now. If you have, you already know exactly what I’m about to say.

It’s the bloody wig, isn’t it? For most of the series, Andrew Scott’s Ripley is the charming and dapper conman he’s always been; an indisputable master of impersonation and misdirection. But in the final episode that all falls apart. As the net around him closes in, Ripley decides to confront the inspector on his case. But he does this in – and unfortunately there’s no way of using this word without inverted commas – “disguise”, because he already met him once before under an alias. So we see Ripley enter a wig shop, to choose the best possible way for him to camouflage himself entirely. We see the tools of his work at home, scissors and combs and spirit gum, to reassure us that Tom Ripley is a master of disguise with a level of unparalleled expertise. And then …

And then, well, it looks bloody awful, doesn’t it. It’s hard to fully do justice to the disguise Tom Ripley comes up with in words alone. On one hand, it makes him look like a stray Bee Gee, or the cowardly lion from The Wizard of Oz begrudgingly attending the wedding of one of his girlfriend’s friends, or a version of Noel Edmonds that hasn’t invested in proper lighting for his house. But on the other, and I really cannot state this strongly enough, it also makes him look exactly like Andrew Scott. If the point of a disguise is to conceal your true identity to other people, it is an outright failure. This episode of Ripley is essentially about Andrew Scott walking into a wig shop then walking out looking like Andrew Scott, but Andrew Scott in a woeful wig.

The worst thing about it, of course – the thing that makes the full series disintegrate on sight – is that it actually works. The inspector visits Andrew Scott, has a full conversation with Andrew Scott and instead of thinking “Wait a minute, that’s just the guy I met before, but in a wig that makes him look a bit how General Zod would if General Zod was inexplicably into disco music,” simply walks away. He doesn’t twig until the very end of the series, the massive idiot.

Two things to take from this, really. The first is that we really need to petition Netflix to make a new Inspector Ravini spin-off, entitled The Further Adventures of The World’s Biggest Numpty, in which he bumbles around Italy screwing up every single crime he encounters by letting suspects go and handcuffing himself to horses and generally skidding around on crime-scene viscera like Todd Carty in Dancing on Ice. The second is that it’s time for Ripley to enter the pantheon of terrible screen wigs.

Obviously Dexter is the runaway leader when it comes to bad screen wigs. Which is strange, because wigs were a practical necessity for that show. For the whole of season five, Michael C Hall wore a wig to cover up the hair loss he sustained having chemotherapy for his Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. But while this wig did the job perfectly, its success was undermined by another wig he was forced to wear. Intermittently throughout the series we saw Dexter in flashback, which basically amounted to a middle-aged man putting on a novelty Justin Bieber wig.

There have been other frighteningly distracting wigs, too. When the producers of How I Met Your Mother decided to age-up Cobie Smulders, they did so by putting her in a wig so visibly made of nylon that it makes your teeth itch...

But there’s something about the deranged chutzpah of the Ripley wig – the blistering sense of “will this do?” – that puts it ahead of the competition. It is almost unbeatable in how ridiculous it is. TV wigmakers, consider this a challenge.'

[chrancecriber]

Radio NET Bulgaria (December 07, 2022)

23:56 TIM BOWMAN - Let It Shine 23:51 DR. SAXLOVE - Greensleeves 23:46 NICHOLAS COLE - Feelings 23:42 JULIAN VAUGHN - Loving You 23:37 PAUL BROWN - The City (Instrumental) 23:31 JUSTIN YOUNG - Jingle Bells 23:27 UNDER THE LAKE - Old Friends New Grooves 23:22 PETER WHITE - Swept Away 23:17 BRIAN CULBERTSON - That's Life (feat. Earl Klugh) 23:14 DREW DAVIDSEN - Silent Night 23:09 JIM ADKINS - Take Me There 23:04 GHOST JAZZ TRIO BAND - Dreams Above (feat. James Morgan) 23:00 JACKIEM JOYNER - Double Bass 22:55 LUKAS LEUTHOLD - Black Milvus 22:51 ROD BEST - An Uptime Groove 22:47 PEET PROJECT - River Cruise 22:44 K.VIO, TIM TONIC - The First Noel 22:40 HANK BILAL - Glass Slipper 22:36 BONEY JAMES - Kicks 22:30 NATHAN WOODWARD - O, Holy Night 22:26 WAKANA - Downtown Jam (feat. Gabriel Mark Hasselbach) 22:21 VINCENT INGALA - I Think I'm Falling In Love (With You) 22:16 EUGE GROOVE - Slow Jam 22:13 SHAKATAK - Christmas Eve 22:09 MARCIN NOWAKOWSKI - I Love Your Smile 22:05 LEBRON - Give Love a Try 22:01 BROOK ALFORD - New Day 21:57 NAJEE - The Way She Moves 21:53 CHAN HALL, TONY CRADDOCK - Stay Awhile 21:48 DAVE KOZ - Still Got It 21:44 JEFF GOLUB - Here Comes Santa Claus 21:40 NELSON RANGELL - That's the Way of the World 21:33 KEITH MASON - A Little Talk 21:31 ART MORRIS - Let It Snow 21:27 JOEL DEL ROSARIO - Gettin' It 21:22 CHRIS GODBER - Soul Searchin 21:18 PAUL MESSINA & MARK R. HARRIS - Gus's Groove (feat. Ignacio Nunez, Jason Meekins & Bobby Lebel) 21:14 JODY MAYFIELD - Angels We Have Heard on High 21:10 ROD BEST - Soul Soothing 21:05 EVERETT B WALTERS - It's for the Love of Music 21:01 ELAN TROTMAN - Twice as Nice (feat. Marcus Anderson) 20:57 PAUL BROWN - Bridges Of Paris 20:52 KIM WATERS - Fire And Spice 20:48 PETER WHITE - Mr. Caribbean 20:44 JUSTIN YOUNG - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 20:40 GEORGE JINDA - Lavish 20:36 RICHARD ELLIOT - Right On Time 20:31 DR. SAXLOVE - Little Drummer Boy 20:26 NORTH 2UNES WOODALL - In the Mood 20:22 DEAN JAMES - Georgia On My Mind (feat. Salio) 20:19 LEO P. - Timeless Love 20:15 MICHAEL LINGTON - Silent Night 20:11 GK PIANO - Soul Secrets 20:07 CRAIG SHARMAT - Outside In 20:02 JEFF KASHIWA - The Good Life 19:57 KEN POWE - Black Butterfly 19:54 BONEY JAMES - Sundance 19:49 SHIN GIWON CHRISTMAS CAROL COLLECTION - All I Want For Christmas Is You 19:45 VINCENT INGALA - Sexy Mama 19:38 EUGE GROOVE - Rain Down On Me 19:36 JONATHAN BUTLER - We Three Kings 19:32 PAUL TUVMAN - The Fool on the Hill 19:27 DARREN MOTAMEDY - Man Of Leisure 19:21 EDGARDO CINTRON - Oasis 19:15 DAVE KOZ - All You Need Is Love 19:11 AL DEGREGORIS - Odyssey 19:07 CAROL ALBERT - Fly Away Butterfly 19:03 FOSTINA DIXON - More 18:59 PHILLIP DOC MARTIN - Always There 18:54 GERRY SMOOTH - Let's Dance 18:50 JOEL DEL ROSARIO - Delicious Vinyl Outro 18:46 WAYMAN TISDALE - Breakfast with Tiffany 18:42 STEPHEN ROTHHAAR - God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen 18:38 NAJEE - The Way She Moves 18:34 ROD BEST - Reflection Time 18:30 ANDRE DELANO - Angels We Have Heard On High 18:25 JOHN E. LAWRENCE - Photo Shoot 18:21 PAUL BROWN - The Rhythm Method 18:17 PHIL DENNY - Tryst 18:14 HERB ALPERT - Santa Claus Is Coming To Town 18:10 PETER WHITE - Deep In My Heart 18:06 ROB TARDIK - Flip Flop 18:02 THOM ROTELLA - Carnaval (En la Playa) 17:57 KIRK WHALUM - The Wave 17:53 PAUL HARDCASTLE - Slomotion 17:48 RON OTIS - That Feels Good 17:43 BROOKE ALFORD - The Christmas Song 17:38 PIECES OF A DREAM - One for the Money 17:35 PETER HEROLD - Comfort Zone 17:29 MARCUS ANDERSON - Mary Did You Know 17:26 RICK HABANA - Eclipse 17:21 LISA ADDEO - Little Black Dress 17:16 GREGG KARUKAS - Show Me The Way 17:13 SPECIAL EFX - Silent Night 17:08 BONEY JAMES - Seduction 17:04 VINCENT INGALA - Personal Touch 17:00 FREDDIE FOX - Thoughts Of You 16:55 EUGE GROOVE - Truly Emotional 16:52 BENNETT B - Slipstream 16:48 DEE BROWN - Wake Up 16:43 PHIL DENNY - Be There for Me 16:39 DEAN JAMES - Arvette's Holiday 16:35 KEN NAVARRO - Pulse Point 16:30 DEE LUCAS - Feeling You (feat. Darryl Williams) 16:27 I've Got My Love To Keep Me Warm (featuring India.Arie and Trombone Shorty) 16:24 BONA FIDE - Midnight Train 16:20 GORDON JAMES - Empress Rule 16:16 NELSON RANGELL - With All My Heart 16:12 DANIEL D. - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas 16:08 PAOLO RUSTICHELLI - My Geisha 16:04 JESSY J - White Sand (feat. Paul Brown) 16:00 NILS - East Bay 15:56 ROD BEST - Rising Up 15:52 RICHARD ELLIOT - On The Fly 15:48 WAYMAN TISDALE - Way Up 15:44 ADRIAN CRUTCHFIELD - Mr. Right 15:41 SHARMOND SMITH - God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen 15:36 SAN GABRIEL SEVEN - Moment by Moment 15:31 PETER WHITE - Always, Forever 15:27 JONATHAN BUTLER - Winter Wonderland 15:23 BIRDS OF A FEATHER - In The Shade 15:18 CAROL ALBERT - Love Again 15:15 NAJEE - One Night In Soho 15:12 YOLANDA RABUN - I'm Coming Home for the Holiday 15:08 LOUIE FITZGERALD - Surviving the Storm 15:03 ALTHEA RENE - Inner Circle 15:00 ROB TARDIK - Smile 14:56 PETER HEROLD - The Way You Are 14:52 JAREZ - Shine 14:47 JAZZ IN PINK - Come For Me 14:44 KEITH ANDREW - It's A Party 14:40 HERB ALPERT - The Christmas Song 14:36 JAMHUNTERS - Room for Milk 14:32 JEANETTE HARRIS - Oh So Good 14:29 JULIAN VAUGHN - O Christmas Tree 14:25 CHILLAXING JAZZ KOLLEKTION - Wherever I Go 14:20 JONATHAN FRITZEN - Sailing Away 14:17 GARY MEGGS - Life's Little Changes 14:12 KIM WATERS - It's Christmas 14:09 DEE BROWN - Pretty Girl (Skylar) 14:04 PHIL DENNY - Align 14:00 NILS, STEVE COLE - California 13:56 PAUL BROWN - Old Friends 13:51 DAVE BRADSHAW JR. - Moon And Stars 13:47 JEREMY HECTOR - African Lady 13:43 SHAKATAK - Sing (Little One) 13:40 VINCENT INGALA - Maybe You Think 13:36 NELSON RANGELL - Saturday Night 13:30 JAY ROWE - O Tannenbaum 13:25 JIM ADKINS - 49th & Broadway 13:21 PHIL DENNY, ANNA STEVENSON - When I Think 13:17 RICHARD ELLIOT - Sweet Memories 13:13 BRADLEY LEIGHTON - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 13:09 DARREN RAHN - Revelation 13:04 RAINFOREST BAND - Annisa 13:00 MAX HIGHSTEIN - Open To Receive 12:57 ERIC DARIUS - Heaven Sent 12:52 NAJEE - Rendezvous 12:48 SAM RUCKER - I Am with You 12:43 JODY MAYFIELD - Christmas Time is here 12:39 BLAKE AARON - Desire 12:35 NILS - The Hump 12:31 BEN TANKARD - Christmas Love 12:26 DR. DAVE, THE HOUSECALL BAND - Feel so Good (Revisited Version) 12:22 TIM BOWMAN - Soul Dream 12:18 BLAIR BRYANT - Power UP! 12:13 SHIN GIWON CHRISTMAS CAROL COLLECTION - Santa Clause Is Coming To Town 12:08 PIECES OF A DREAM - People Say 12:04 FRANK SUTTON - Brighter Days Ahead 12:00 WAYMAN TISDALE - The Turnaround 11:56 JULIAN VAUGHN - Ecstasy 11:52 MARCIN NOWAKOWSKI - Sensual 11:49 RANDY SCOTT - Side Steppin' 11:44 STEVE OLIVER - The Christmas Song 11:39 GREGG KARUKAS - Tomorrow We Sail 11:35 FREDDIE FOX - Southern Ways 11:30 DAVE KOZ - O Holy Night (feat. Jonathan Butler) 11:26 PHIL DENNY - When We Were Friends 11:22 JACKIEM JOYNER - Secrets 11:17 KIM WATERS - Possession 11:14 AARON BING - The First Noel 11:10 J. WHITE - I Like It 11:05 PHILIPPE SAISSE - If I Ever Lose This Heaven 11:00 JAZZ FUNK SOUL - Keep Holding On 10:56 LEBRON - Never Say Never 10:52 DANIEL DOMENGE - Always to Run 10:48 JAZMIN GHENT - Work Wit' It 10:44 PHIL DENNY, NATE NARASIM - Push 10:40 ANDRE DELANO - O Come All Ye Faithful 10:36 RICHARD ELLIOT - Ricochet 10:32 ERIC MARIENTHAL - Your Move 10:27 MARCUS ANDERSON - This Christmas 10:24 WAYNE GUTSHALL - Spanish Love (feat. Steve Oliver) 10:19 PHIL DENNY, NILS - Suite Party 10:15 SAM RUCKER - Overcomer 10:11 BRADLEY LEIGHTON - Angels We Have Heard On High 10:07 BE'NE MUSIC - Journey 10:04 NILS - Let's Bounce 10:00 MARION MEADOWS - Twice as Nice 09:55 WALTER BEASLEY - La Nina 09:49 DAVE KOZ - Careless Whisper (feat. Montell Jordan) 09:44 JIM ADKINS - Night Groove 09:40 BEN TANKARD - Melody Of Bethlehem 09:36 WILL SUMNER - First Light 09:33 PIECES OF A DREAM - Steppers D Lite 09:28 BRIAN LENAIR - My Favorite Things 09:24 MICHAEL LEMMO - Blue Comet 09:21 DEE BROWN - The Prize 09:16 DREAMING IN COLOUR - Yearbook 09:12 KEB' MO' - Moonlight, Mistletoe & You 09:08 ROCCO VENTRELLA - Yah Mo B There 09:04 RANDY SCOTT - Daydreams 09:00 RODNEY GREENE - Real Close 08:55 PHIL DENNY - Stand Together 08:51 JOY RIDE - Bisso Baba 08:46 TONY SAUNDERS - And the Beat Goes On 08:43 JACK JEZZRO - Santa Baby 08:39 KIM WATERS - Voyage To Atlantis 08:34 MARC ANTOINE - Follow Your Bliss 08:31 PEGGY DUQUESNEL - Santa Claus Is Coming to Town 08:26 PHILIPPE SAISSE - The Dolphin 08:21 THE SMOOTH JAZZ ALLEY - C-Funk 08:18 NELSON RANGELL - Look Again 08:14 DAVE KOZ - The 25th of December (feat. BeBe Winans) 08:09 DEE LUCAS - Zimbabwe 08:05 CAL HARRIS JR. - The Touch 08:00 PATRICK BRADLEY - Can You Hear Me (feat. Dave Koz) 07:56 ROD BEST - Lazy Times 07:53 DREW DAVIDSEN - InnerSpace 07:49 MARCUS ANDERSON - Cappuccino Strut 07:44 ANDRE DELANO - Footsteps 07:40 AARON BING - Silver Bells 07:36 DARREN RAHN - One Step Ahead 07:32 SAM RUCKER - Down on the Inside 07:28 CASTELLA - Sleigh Ride 07:25 NILS - Night Flyer 07:21 VINCENT INGALA - Snap, Crackle, Pop 07:16 NAJEE - Trip To The Moon 07:13 DR. SAXLOVE - O Come All Ye Faithful 07:08 RICHARD ELLIOT - You Make Me Feel Brand 07:04 JAREZ - Feels so Right 07:00 AL DEGREGORIS - Resolutions 06:57 DARREN MOTAMEDY - Last Flight to Vegas 06:53 PETER WHITE - Life Story 06:49 JAZZ IN PINK - Positivity 06:44 PETER HEROLD - The Way You Are 06:41 ART FOUR SALE - White Christmas 06:37 JAZZ FUNK SOUL - CSL (For Charles Samuel Loeb) 06:33 ROCCO VENTRELLA - I Receive Your Love (instrumental) 06:29 JUSTIN YOUNG - This Christmas 06:25 QUINTIN GERARD W. - Attitude Indicator 06:21 GEORGE JINDA - Never Ending Love 06:17 KEN NAVARRO - Whenever You're Around 06:14 SHAKATAK - Lonely On Christmas Day 06:08 FOURPLAY - 101 Eastbound 06:04 BLUEY - Back Here Again 06:00 KEN POWE - Wish You Were Here 05:55 REZA KHAN - Painted Stories 05:51 JEANETTE HARRIS - Night Jam 05:46 JEFF KASHIWA - Back To Love 05:42 DARYL STUERMER - The Little Drummer Boy 05:38 NELSON RANGELL - Steppin' 05:33 JACKIEM JOYNER - In Your Eyes 05:30 DAVE KOZ - It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year (feat. Johnny Mathis) 05:25 JOHN E. LAWRENCE - Do Your Best 05:21 COLORS IN MOTION - The Paradise (feat. Bill Joseph Flynn) 05:17 CAROL ALBERT - Mas Que Nada 05:12 MARCUS ANDERSON - Christmas With Her 05:09 PHILLIP DOC MARTIN - Sexy Love 05:04 KIM WATERS - Wonderama 05:00 EUGE GROOVE - Another Sad Love Song 04:55 SAM RUCKER - Follow Me 04:50 PHIL DENNY - Dally Walk 04:47 NILS - All Roads Lead to You 04:44 BEN TANKARD - Minstrel's Christmas Song 04:38 ACOUSTIC ALCHEMY - Jamaica Heartbeat 04:34 NAJEE - Center of the Heart 04:30 SHARMOND SMITH - It's Christmas Time Again 04:26 JAREZ - All Of Me 04:21 PIECES OF A DREAM - Anywhere You Are 04:16 PETER WHITE - Don't Wait For Me 04:12 ANDRE DELANO - It Came Upon a Midnight Clear 04:08 LISA ADDEO - Deep Blue C 04:05 TAKE B - Umbrella 04:00 ANDREY CHMUT - Those Sweet Nights (feat. Valeriy Stepanov) 03:56 JAZZ FUNK SOUL - Forecast 03:51 REGGIE CORDINGTON - Just You 03:46 DEE LUCAS - Dollar Bill 03:42 NORMAN BROWN - The Christmas Song 03:37 DREW DAVIDSEN - Alexander's Dream 03:33 JEREMY HECTOR - Chandelle 03:30 KENNEY POLSON - This Christmas 03:26 PAUL BROWN - Flight Of The Conchords 03:22 GERALD ALBRIGHT - Hope 03:13 SHAKATAK - Christmas With You 03:08 JEFF KASHIWA - Back In The Day 03:04 BIRDS OF A FEATHER - City Life 03:00 DEON YATES - When We Meet Again 02:55 BRAD ALEXANDER - Through the Fire (feat. Andrew Gouche) 02:50 PATRICK BRADLEY - All In 02:46 DEE BROWN - Make Up Your Mind 02:42 DAVE KOZ - Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer (Feat. Michael Lington) 02:38 2UNES - Rock Steady 02:33 ADAM HAWLEY - Joy Ride 02:29 SHIN GIWON CHRISTMAS CAROL COLLECTION - Joy To The World 02:25 JACKIEM JOYNER - Close 2 You 02:20 STEVE COLE - Living Out Loud 02:17 SAM BASSMAN JENKINS - That Moment 02:13 KIM WATERS - I Love New York at Christmas 02:07 NELSON RANGELL - Don't Forget Those Forgotten 02:03 BLAIR BRYANT - Red Tiger 02:00 SAM RUCKER - Be True 2 Who U R 01:56 NAJEE - Don't Make Me Wait 01:51 LUKAS LEUTHOLD - When I See The Sunshine In You 01:47 BRADLEY LEIGHTON - Santa Claus Is Coming To Town 01:43 PIECES OF A DREAM - Sway On 01:39 PETER WHITE - Confidential 01:34 JAREZ - All I Need 01:29 LISA MCCLOWRY - Brand New Hallelujah 01:25 ROBERT HARRIS - Sign of the Times 01:21 PAUL BROWN - Food For The Moon 01:17 ROCCO VENTRELLA - Sensuality 01:14 DAMIEN ESCOBAR - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas 01:09 BLAKE AARON - Forever 01:05 THE SMOOTH JAZZ ALLEY - Night Out 01:00 REGGIE CORDINGTON - Far Away 00:55 MARCUS ANDERSON - Addictive Love 00:49 EUGE GROOVE - Knocki Knocki Who's There 00:46 JONATHAN BUTLER - God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen 00:43 ROB TARDIK - Givin' Back (feat. Vincent Ingala) 00:39 MARION MEADOWS - On the Uptown 00:35 PEET PROJECT - Rosy Cheeks 00:31 JACK JEZZRO - White Christmas 00:26 KIRK WHALUM - Desperately 00:22 NELSON RANGELL - Good Morning Love 00:16 KIM SCOTT - Two Become One 00:12 SHAKATAK - Silent Eve 00:08 PAOLO RUSTICHELLI - Voyager 00:04 ERIC MARIENTHAL - Flower Child 00:00 NICK COLIONNE - On the Move

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[EP] Christmas Is Love - Jonathan Cain

Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame inductee and Journey band member Jonathan Cain releases Christmas Is Love today (Nov. 4) from Identity Records with The Fuel Music distribution. The EP is available now at digital and streaming outlets everywhere via https://slinky.to/ChristmasIsLove. Produced and written by Cain with all but one track recorded, mixed and mastered at Addiction Sound Studios by David Kalmusky (Justin Bieber, The Fray, Keith Urban), Christmas Is Love is a five-song holiday offering bearing this legendary musician’s signature. Familiar, yet unconventional, the EP paints a musical palette highlighting the remarkable story of the birth of Jesus in the opening track, “Hope Was Born,” and marvels at the miracle in “Who Is This Child” while underscoring the core message in the title track. “Christmas is love. It is that simple,” shares Cain, as the EP highlights the artist’s brilliant keyboard work along with his dynamic vocals that have been forged through six solo albums since 2016 and as a worship leader at City Of Destiny Church in Apopka, FL where his wife, Paula White-Cain, is pastor. “I enjoy celebrating Christmas every year,” says Cain, who remembers the joy of singing carols at home with his family growing up. “What went down in the desert at Bethlehem, it’s such a monumental miracle that shouldn’t be taken for granted. It was a game changer.” Christmas Is Love is rounded out by Cain’s Top 5 Christmas radio hit “Wonder of Wonders,” which first released in 2019 and features GRAMMY®-nominated, Platinum®-selling Newsboys lead singer Michael Tait, and “Behold,” a song never before released but featured on Cain’s “Wonder Of Wonders Christmas Concert” from City Of Destiny last year. Leading the new music, as well as hits from his Billboard–premiered album Unsung Noel (2017), Cain will again host a Christmas Concert from his church Dec. 18. He will also debut new music from Christmas Is Love live during his wife’s annual Unleashed Conference to take place at City Of Destiny Oct. 20 – 22. https://open.spotify.com/album/2LDOgikaliBkpRgRxg3Gu4?si=5fb9c6f448564e4d Read the full article

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Q - March 1999

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as ur irl bestie i am cashing in my favor and am asking- no begging for a dilf damon fic pls <3

😑fine fineee I guess I can take a quick break from writing BNHA stuff for you🙄

CW: NSFW, Damon Albarn being an a-hole, manipulation, gaslighting, language minor stuff like that

The studio itself was pretty spacious, you couldn't lie. As much as you loathed to give this cursed group any more credit, you were hard-pressed to remember the last time you´d been called into such a professional recording booth. You were used to dingy atmospheres, crumbling walls, stained carpet, and even cramped garages at times. It felt like your years of meticulously swaying your hand back and forth on the rosin and tuning your strings until they damn near popped were slowly going down the drain, lost in spaces of screaming adolescent boys and shady market agents. The streets of London were unforgiving for a young musician like you, no room to turn to since others were exactly in the same position as you.

 It was by pure coincidence that the day you had played for a local cafe for a small commission, Graham fucking Coxon was sitting in the back of the run-down joint, sipping a murky glass of Bourbon.

 You didn't notice him at first, of course. You had simply let the music in your mind travel from your head down to your arms, and allowed it to move through your fingertips to your bow. The serene melody that sang through the air had turned his head to face you, the shitty drink in his hand stopped halfway to his mouth. 

 Your solo was only a couple of minutes, but the second you were done and packing your bags to head out, the brunette made a beeline for you, blocking your exit.

 ¨Uh, can I help you?¨ You cock your head and shift your violin case.

 ¨Yes, you can actually. Listen, I know this is gonna sound a bit straightforward, but I really liked your piece. Did you compose it yourself?¨ He sounds quiet and sounds nervous, with him barely looking you in the eyes.

 ¨Yeah, I did!¨ You can´t help but beam-it took you several days just to perfect a few meager lines, but in the end you were content with the piece.

 ¨Wow...that's serious talent right there,¨ He opens the door for you, and you nod before you head out, him trailing behind you as he leaves with you.

 ¨You make a good amount of money doing small jobs like this?¨ His voice is nasally and low, but with a slightly higher pitch than your typical London accent.

 At this, you squint your eyes a bit and turn your head at him. It was nice of him to be interested in your work, but for someone you don't personally know, the idea of talking about your small gigs that merited little to no money was not something you were fond of.

 He senses your hesitancy and immediately withdraws. ¨I´m sorry, that was probably rude of me to be so blunt about it. Actually, I don´t think I´ve properly introduced myself.¨ He stops to face you, and you do the same.

 ¨I´m Graham Coxon. You may or may not have heard of me, but I can assure you that I too enjoy music, as an understatement.¨ He extends a calloused hand and smiles a little bit, adjusting the blocky glasses on his face.

 Graham...Coxon? Graham as in....oh, holy shit.

 ¨No way.¨

 ¨Er...unfortunately, yes way.¨ His soft voice lilts as he holds back a laugh, and you gape at him.

 ¨Oh my god!¨ You drop your violin case in the excitement of eagerly returning his handshake. ¨You-you're from Blur! I know you!¨

 ¨Was from Blur, and ´careful now, don´t wanna ruin your instrument. But listen, I´m kind of in a bind here so I´ll get to the chase. We´re working on a few chords here and there back at the studio, and I´ve been on the lookout for a while for someone who fits our tune. ´Thing is, the deadline for submitting our song is comin´ up fast, so we only have a couple weeks left.¨

 You raise your eyebrows, heart pounding in your chest as you listen to his proposition.

 ¨So I´m thinking, you sound pretty good, it's exactly what we need to fill in our bridge. I´d love it if you came in and played a tune for us. If we like you and you´re cool with it, you could feature on our song.¨

 It feels surreal. Were you hearing right? Graham Coxon from Blur asking you to play on his song? This had to be a prank.

 ¨Ẅait, but you've only heard me once, what if my sound doesn't match what you're actually looking for?¨ You stammer, palms clammy as you wipe them off on your trousers.

 ¨Well, that's what a rehearsal session is for, lovely,¨ He chuckles nervously and slides his slightly foggy glasses up his nose. ¨So, you wanna give it a go?¨

 You think for a moment, biting your lower lip. There wasn't exactly anything stopping you now, was there? I mean, sure, the prospect of playing in front of one of UK's most famous bands was daunting, but this was your chance to finally be recognized!

 Taking a deep breath, you pick up your fallen case and nod. ¨Alright, I´m in. When you do wanna meet up?¨

 Graham visibility deflates in relief, letting out a shaky exhale. ¨Great. I'll text you the time and place, yeah? The boys and I´ve gotta get a few more things set up, so we´ll be in contact soon.¨

You both exchange numbers, your phone tingling in your hand long after you bid farewell and drive home in a buzz.

 When you finally get home to your apartment, you throw your keys onto the counter and flop down onto the mattress. What a fucking day.

 So many thoughts bounce around in your addled head. You want to do well, but obviously you don't have their kind of experience in the industry. Should you play more in tune with their song, or continue with your own sound? An idea pops into your head amidst your lunch, a few hours later. Why not just do some more research on the band themselves? Then you'd know exactly what kind of music they're looking for.

 The boys and I´ve gotta get a few more things set up.

 Oh yeah, who else was in the band? It's not like you didn't know who Blur was at their peak, but you paid more attention to their music rather than their faces. Truthfully, you never really basked in tabloids and newspapers purring about the next big scandal, or the top dogs of Britain´s industry when that stuff was relevant.

 You abandon your pathetic sandwich and make your way to your laptop, sliding into a chair and getting down to business. After a few quick searches, you pull up a couple tabs around the name Blur.

 Graham Coxon- Recovering alcoholic. Big fight with Damon Albarn.

 Alex James- Cute boy turned conservative. Classic case.

 Dave Rowntree- Mainly untouched. Became a successful lawyer. Good for him.

 Damon Albarn- A fucking mess.

 Puffing up your cheeks and putting your hands behind your head, you lean back in your chair. Good god, this man is a wreck. Headlines from decades ago swim in and out of your eyes, loud, obnoxious neon prints of Justine and Damon broken up again? Suede claps back!, or Will the Blur Brothers ever come back to each other? Find out first-hand from Coxon himself!, and worst of all, Albarn relapses again, Damon Albarn from Blur goes head-to-head with Liam and Noel-news flash, the brothers win!

 You think you see something about him and a potential wife and child, and that's when you decide it's time to sleep.

 After all, there's no point in getting caught up in any of their backstories.You were just there to play a solo and get out. Nosing around in their lives was more trouble than what it was worth, anyways.

 Which is exactly what you kept trying to tell yourself as you walked into the modern studio two weeks later, its grey soundproof walls and white floor screaming fancy and rich to you. And fancy and rich didn't come without grit and experience, which you had none of. As if to emphasize your inexperience, you went into the wrong halls twice before you exasperatedly checked your messages with Graham and saw that no, it wasn´t room 311, it was room 113.

 Finally, finally, you came across your designated room. The mahogany door was closed, and you placed a hand on the silver knob. You could faintly hear the sounds of a guitar being played from the inside, and it was curiosity above everything else that compelled you to push it open.

 From behind the clear window that separated the booth from the recording area, you see them. Graham, Damon, and other men you don't recognize are all in the midst of the song, the same song Graham had texted you the PDF of for the violin notes. You sheepishly take a few steps forward and clear your throat to catch the attention of a bald man leaning back against his chair right in front of the glass. He turns around and you give a weak little wave, clutching your case in the other hand. 

 ¨Hey, I´m here for-¨

 ¨-Yeah, yeah, Graham told me all about you. Go on ahead and join in, they just started.¨ He pulls a toothpick out from between his lips and gestures to the door of the divider.

 You feel your heart pounding in your chest as you make your way through the second door, and the second you step inside meekly, Damon and Graham´s eyes are on you.

 Graham continues to play the guitar, only lighting up his eyes and giving you an encouraging nod when you step in, and the other two men on bass and saxophone also give a quick smile in greeting. And Damon…well.

 Damon barely acknowledges you.

 He continues to sing and stare straight ahead at the wall in front of him as if there's an interesting scene being played out on the grey paint.

 You´re unsure of whether to catch his attention and give a proper greeting, but you decide not to as it would interfere with the song. So instead, you quickly grab a nearby chair and stand and set up your rosin and papers.

 Your timing is perfect; the bridge is about to come up. Just to be certain, you look up from your poised position and catch the eyes of most everyone except for Damon´s. They all give you a quick thumbs up or an expectant look for your confirmation of playing.

 And then, it comes. Damon stops singing, and your cue to sweep your bow across the horse hairs of your strings comes.

 Melodious, whole, fulfilling, it was. Graham´s guitar chords harmonized with the tones of your violin, and music that you´ve never dreamed of creating was made by your hands exceptionally. 

 Everyone was in awe of your raw talent, from the way their gazes were rapt onto your bow, moving back and forth,staying still in some highs and whittling away at the lows. You even thought you saw the producer from inside the booth turn his head towards you from the corner of your eye, but you couldn´ be sure.

 Everyone except Damon Albarn.

 The song ended a minute later with the signal of a fading out bass, and then there was silence.

 ¨Right on with that tune.. ´Thought we'd be fucked ova´ if we didn't find someone to take that melody.¨ The bassist with long shaggy hair grinned and you returned one back.

 ¨Yeah, I was kind of hesitant when Graham ´ere told us he found one to take this position on, but I'm pleased.¨ The saxophone player scratched his chin and hummed his agreement. You felt relief.

 Until he spoke.

 ¨Is this your first time playing?¨

 You look incredulously over at him, looking straight on at his face. Sandy hair, lines on his cheeks, slight scruff around his chin, he looked older than his online pictures. 

 ¨Uhh, no?¨ You laugh a little, trying to keep the annoyance out of your voice. ¨If I was, I doubt Graham would think I´m good enough to play with you guys.¨

 ¨I don't think Graham is the only one who needs to think that.¨ Everyone shifts uncomfortably, looking nervously from Damon to you, and Graham tugs his collar as if the temperature had gone up.

 But nonetheless, you don't back down.

 ¨Oh yeah? How so?¨

¨You played the G-string too high,¨ He deadpans, looking utterly bored amidst oceanic hues.

 ¨What?¨ You flip your music pages a couple of times until you find the page where you played that part. ¨No I didn´t, I was right on tune-do you even know how to play the violin?¨

 ¨No,¨ he smirks, and with your blood boiling steadily you open your mouth to argue, but thankfully Graham butts in.

 ¨Damon, don´t be a prick, she played fine. Unlike you, who fucked up on the 5th verse.¨

 The man in question lazily stretches his arms above his head, causing his white tee to rise a few inches over his belly button. You can´t help but glance at the skin-it's smooth, cleanly chiseled with part of his v-line showing, a happy trail rising from the juncture.

 ¨Oi, sweetheart, eyes up here.¨

 You snap your gaze back to his smug face, cheeks burning.

 ¨I didn´t-¨

 ¨Sure you didn´t. Just like how I didn't mess up on the 5th verse, and how you didn't ruin the song with your shitty violin, yeah?¨ He simpers, and you almost rise out of your seat to snarl at him before Graham jumps in between you two, scolding a very inappropriately-grinning Damon.

 You get up out of your chair and huff, shoving your belongings back into your bag as everyone else packs up, the men bickering and playfully throwing shit at each other.

 The producer even congratulates you on your successful first day, and everyone cheers and pounds you on your back, your hair falling in your face and gracefully hiding your 120k watt smile.

 Damon shoulders right past you, knocking your case right out of your hands. You grapple with it for a second before it hits the ground, and when it does you whip around and shoot him an icy glare.

 He's not even looking at you, he's already out the door.

 It's quiet for a moment.

 ¨Well, there he goes again being a dickhead. Classic Damon, you got.¨ The saxophone player points to the leaving blond and grins sheepishly at you.

 ¨What's his problem?¨ You ask in disgust, shaking your head as you join the rest of the boys leaving.

¨Uh, well...¨ Graham scratches the back of his head and avoids looking at you. ¨He's always been kind of like that, y´know, so don't take it too personally, but between just us four, his wife´s been on his arse for a bit about um...some...domestic affairs.¨ He finishes lamely, and the other two men guffaw at your raised eyebrow.

 You don't have a chance to press further as to ask what domestic affairs, exactly because a loud clap of thunder shakes you all to your cores as you step outside.

 ¨Aw, come on!¨ You stamp your foot and hold out your hand for confirmation of the raindrops about to drop on you all. ¨I didn't know it was gonna rain today,¨ you grumble.

 Graham squints up at the sky and wipes some droplets off his blurred glasses, covering his head with his jacket hood as he begins walking to the parking garage. ¨I´ll see you lot in about a week, yeah? Just keep practicing, good rehearsal we had today!¨ He waves his hand and dashes off.

 ¨Good job on your first day, Y/N. Fancy the weather on your walk back for us!¨ The sax and bass player bid farewell and also do a sprint to their respective cars, splashing through the puddles and sending muddy water on your pants.

 ¨Urgh!¨ You raise your hands to try and protect your bottoms but to no avail- London's sewage strikes again.

 Sighing in defeat, you walk through the rain towards your car, succumbing to the grimy walk. Unfortunately you didn't think to use the parking garage due to high nerves when you first came in.

 You walk for about 5 minutes, the rain drenching your hair and clothes and chilling you to your bones.

 Could this day get any more annoying?

Oh, but you should´ve known that it could.

 Because right at that moment, a black limo swerves right next to you on the sidewalk, sending a massive wave of gutter water right your way.

 You swear loudly and jump back, barely managing to avoid the remnants of the sewage tsunami crossing your feet.

 Looking up wildly at the offensive vehicle, you make a fist and flip the window off, your lip curled up into a snarl.

 The obsidian glass rolls down.

 ¨Well that's not very nice, is it? Nasty weather we got going on right now, careful it doesn't get on your clothes.¨

 Oh.

 ¨It's you,¨ you monotone, less than pleased to see his salacious grin at your predicament-which was being soaked to your undergarments in brown muddy water, your hair clinging to your face and your violin case lugging down towards the ground, its weight proving mutiny against you today of all days.

 ¨In the flesh,¨ Damon beams, and you scowl at his cheery attitude.

 ¨You almost drowned me, asshole,¨ You turn your nose up in scorn, and he chuckles in his baritone voice.

 ¨Nah, cant´ve love, I can't drive,¨ he clicks his tongue and jerks his thumb to the seat in front of him, where you assume his chauffeur is.

 ¨Oh, so it was under your orders that your poor driver practically waterboarded me?¨ ¨Well, yeah, I mean what else do you expect me to do when I see a pretty lady walking so harmlessly in the rain?¨ Your voice catches in your throat for a second from his words and the way his glacial eyes twinkle for a moment, but then he erupts in dry chuckles at your demeanor and you throttle your hesitancy at speaking.

 ¨Shut up, you're absolutely vile, y´know that?¨ ¨So I´ve been told, but to be honest sweetheart, I´d rather hear that in bed, where I´m used to hearing it. Now are you going to get in or shall I talk about my sexual prowess with you the rest of the afternoon?¨ He opens his door from the inside and mockingly winks at you.

 You feign a gag, but still decide to jump in the spacious limo when a flash of lightning lights up the sky. 

 He scoots back to give you space to sit and adjust your violin case on the seats in front of you, but just as you´re about to close the door, he leans in right next to you and reaches behind you to pull it shut himself.

 You´re caught still as he draws close, you´re extended hand frozen in midair as his arm against your back flexes and stiffens with it pulling the door. You can feel his breath against your neck as he exhales, can feel some of his hair tickling against your ear and cheek. You hold your breath, not daring to move lest you accidentally brush up against his proximity.

 The loud slam of the door causes you to jump, and he laughs a little at that, signaling his driver to go.

 You don't quite face him, your gaze down in your lap as his entire body is facing you, still stuck in its position when he was closing the car door.

 ¨Not nervous, are you?¨ He murmurs in your ear, and you can´t help it when your whole body shivers at feeling the rumble in his gravelly voice.

 ¨N-no, I´m not. Do you have to be so close?¨ You stammer, barely giving him a sideways glance which eggs him on, much to your displeasure.

 ¨Not really. But if you´re not nervous, then it shouldn't be a problem, right?¨ He says quietly and leans around to catch your eye.

 Before you can lose your nerve and jump out of the car, you snap at him. ¨You just don´t quit, do you?¨ 

 He finally relents and the side of his pink lips lift lazily as he stretches his knees out and practically manspreads across the expanse of three seats. ¨Nope. Not that you really were against it though, ´could feel your heart pounding a mile a minute sweetheart. Trust me, I´m used to making girls nervous, I would know.¨

 You sneer at him. ¨Don´t call me sweetheart, and yeah, I was nervous about getting some disease-ridden prick like you getting close to me. God knows how many STD´s you've contracted from bedding some poor groupies.¨

¨Only one way to find out, right love?¨ He leans his head up to the car ceiling and lets his tousled golden hair flop back, his jawline accentuated by the cream-colored seats contrasting with his tan skin.

 You catch yourself staring, and shake your head quickly.

 ¨You must´ve been more hopped up on heroine than I thought if you think I´d ever fuck a self-absorbed, narcissitic bastard like you.¨

 The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, but once they do your eyes widen and you clap a hand over your mouth in horror.

 Damon lifts his head and slowly turns to face you, his mouth set in a thin line.

 ¨A self-absorbed, narcissistic bastard whose limo you're riding in, need I remind you, so I can´t be all that bad. ´Can't say I haven't heard any of that before love, but most girls who say that end up in my bed anyways.¨

 You open your mouth to argue but he cuts you off.

 ¨Although, ´hopped up on heroin´ is a new one. Just exactly how much research have you done about me so far?¨

 Your rebuttal dies in your throat. You were caught.

 Your ears burn and your face flushes as you bite your lip in embarrassment. Maybe you went too far, and on top of that you let it slip that you knew about him beforehand.

 But you refuse to kowtow in humiliation to this idiot, so you think quickly.

 ¨I doubt you´ve got your head that far up your ass to disregard how half the world was tuning into your personal life when Blur was big, Damon.¨

He looks unimpressed with your excuse, but before he can open his mouth to question you further, you hurry up with another save.

 ¨Also, where are we going? You never asked me where my car was.¨

Bingo His eyes brighten and he shouts at the driver, harping on about him being a brain-dead idiot for driving in circles the past 10 minutes.

 What a save.

 *******************

The moment you step into the booth next week, a drumstick is lobbed at you from seemingly nowhere. You yelp and hold your case up, blocking the weapon as it bounces off your makeshift shield. You bring the case down and shoot a glare towards the only man you know capable of acting so childishly at his grown age.

 But he´s already scrolling through his phone, looking for a measure to start from.

 ¨You´re late.¨

 ¨Hardly,¨ you mutter, glancing at the clock on the wall. Two minutes past shouldn´t be an excuse for having a drumstick pick out your eye.

 ¨Good to see you again, Y/N,¨ Graham pipes up softly, sending you an apologetic glance from Damon to you and you stick out your tongue in faux annoyance. 

 The other two members of your group greet you as well, and you all begin practice. Notes begin harmonizing together, voice and sound coinciding to make music you´ve swayed your hips and nodded your head to on blue nights.

 It´s a hot day, humidity clinging to your skin akin to the perspiration hanging off your forehead, and halfway through the song you decide to take off your sweater. You´re wearing a white tank top underneath, nothing too revealing save for the slight dip in the V-neck, but you couldn't care less about modesty at the moment when your fingers were literally slipping in their grasp on your sweat-slicked bow.

 During a quick break in your part of the song, you slip off your sweater and fan yourself out. It feels good, but you feel a pair of eyes staring at you. Following the laser gaze, you turn your head to face Damon, but he´s nose-deep in the lyrics sheet, warbling about a broken love or friendship. 

 Huh, must´ve been imagining it.

 Your solo comes up, and you prepare yourself for tackling the notes to your best ability, keeping up with Graham´s rapid guitar pace. Sweat continues to build on everyone´s vicinity when the rapid movement of arms waving around their own instrument causes more body heat to suffocate you all.

 Miraculously, the song finishes, and you collapse in your seat like the rest of the men, panting and wiping slick off your foreheads. You reach for a bottle of water on the floor and unscrew the lid, grimacing at its lukewarm temperature but drinking it nonetheless.

 For the second time, you have an unnerving feeling of being watched. This time, you whip your head to the side and catch him staring straight at you. 

 Damon´s face is flushed, his hair tousled, his rose colored glasses steamed up from the muggy aura in the room. His denim jacket is hanging off one shoulder, the rest of his torso covered with a sheer wife beater that accentuates his chiseled dad-body.

But he just stares you down, saying nothing. You frown at him a little bit and shift your body away from him, feeling vulnerable to his laser-gaze. His eyes darken, but Graham speaks, cutting him off from whatever he was about to say.

 ¨That was pretty good, you lot. Greg, Taz, hold off on the third beat of the fourth measure. We´ve gotta crescendo slightly-¨

 ¨Y/N, do you have a job?¨

 Damon's voice cuts off Graham, and everyone falters as they look at him and then you in surprise.

 ¨I don´t know what you mean,¨ you respond coolly, knowing that whatever he was about to say wasn't good.

 ¨I mean, do you have a job? Because as far as I know, most people who work don't dress like whores at their job.¨

 His eyes travel from your face down to your slight cleavage, and you sputter in rage as the rest of the boys shift uncomfortably.

 ¨Damon, for god's sake what´re you on about?¨ Graham asks wearily, taking his glasses off and rubbing his shiny neck.

 ¨I could ask you the same thing, actually. Because as far as I know, you've fucked enough women in your lifetime that one would think you could keep it in your pants for five minutes without acting like a twelve-year-old. Oh, but unless that´s too professional for you? I guess you´re not as serious about your work environment as you claim.¨ you laugh, and the sax player, Greg, snorts into his water bottle.

 Damon sneers, ¨How could I forget, you actually have done your research about my life and sexual endeavors, what a cute little fangirl you are. If you wanted an autograph, you could've just asked, sweetheart.¨

 ¨Go fuck yourself,¨ you snap. ¨You´re all wearing wife-beaters anyways, what's the difference?¨

 Damon starts again but Graham claps his hands loudly, startling you all.

 ¨Enough, both of you! What's gotten into you? Need I remind you that our song is due in less than two weeks? We need to finish this shit and get on with it. Stop acting like children.¨

 You mumble under your breath and Damon shoots a dark look to his childhood friend, but the brunette doesn't back down, and continues to give advice on how to improve their song. You don´t look at Damon the rest of the session out of pure spite, but that doesn't stop him from shamelessly staring straight at you, right until it's time to leave.

 The second Graham checks his watch and exclaims that it's a quarter past twelve already, you´re already bolting out of your seat and shoving your violin in its case, eager to get out of the disgustingly hot room.

 Fortunately, this time you had the right idea to park in the garage like everyone else to avoid any other unwanted encounters, but unfortunately while it was nice to not be waterboarded on your walk, it wasn´t enough to stop said unwanted encounters from occurring.

 Take right now, for instance.

 As you stumble to your car in the blistering weather, your energy depletes faster and faster, causing you to be light headed. Practice was already tough enough in the sweltering heat, but after Damon's little scene you don't have any energy to even walk.

 You crash blindly into your car, the metal of the doors burning your skin as you make contact with the handle. You hiss and jerk back, swaying slightly as your head fogs up. You can barely see, you feel like your clothes weigh a ton on you, so you slide down the vehicle and sit up against the tires, throwing your head back against the car and groaning. The idea of unlocking your doors and sitting in the seat where no doubt several temperatures higher will be settling on the dashboard and in the front row is nauseating.

 Weather-2

You-0

 You don't know the building well enough to know where a vending machine is, and even if you shot Graham a text, you don't have enough energy to wander around and scout for it.

 And lo and behold, from a distance, a figure approaches. You squint as it draws nearer, and let out a laugh as the features come into familiarity.

 The heat must be getting to you worse than you thought, because you´re certain you´re hallucinating Damon Albarn of all fucking people swaggering towards you, one hand holding his denim jacket over his shoulder, and a shit-eating grin on his face as he comes to stand in front of you.

 All you can do is pant like a dog, looking up at him with unimpressed eyes.

 ¨Oi, G-String. ´Brought you some water.¨ he holds out a hand, and you choose to ignore the offensive nickname, insead noticing the large bottle in it, cold condensation covering its expanse.

 Your eyes widen and you lick your lips unconsciously, holding your hands out for it.

 Damon watches your tongue poke out and loses focus before snapping back to reality and moving his arm above your head. You pout and try to reach for it again, but he laughs and holds it even higher.

 You glare and turn your head away from him, suddenly remembering how he embarrassed you earlier. 

 ¨Go away. I don't want it anymore. You´re an asshole.¨ you mumble, perspiration hanging off your lip as you lick the salty beads away once again.

 Damon´s eyes never leave your mouth as he listens to you and watches the pink appendage make its appearance again, and his mouth hangs open slightly unbeknownst to you for a second. You cross your arms and glare at the empty parking lot, silently willing him to go away.

 He snaps back into focus yet again and shakes his head at you. ¨Oh come on love, I´m just teasing. You look like you´re about to die anyways, might as well make this your last meal-er, drink I mean.¨

 ¨I´m not taking anything from a complete dickhead who enjoys harassing women about their clothes. You know, for such a womanizer, you act pretty clueless about how comments like that would make a girl feel. No one else but you had an issue with it, or rather, had the audacity to point it out.¨ You cough at the last word, your dry throat and heavy head making it harder to talk.

 He sighs and crouches down, balancing on the balls of his feet. He pops open the cap and gently turns your chin towards his face, much to your surprise. You´re genuinely too weak to protest, but when you look at his concerned face, eyebrows scrunched up and accentuating the lines on his forehead, you don't think you'd want to turn away even if you could.

 He coaxes your agap mouth even more open by dragging a rough thumb down over your lips, and you obediently open your mouth, mesmerized by his eyes. His movements are soft and slow, as if you were a fidgety rabbit about to run off at the slightest touch. He scoots closer, right over in front of you as you simply gaze up at him, allowing him to pour cool water down your throat, quenching your bone-dry palate.

 For a couple of seconds, water floods your mouth but all you can do is stare up at him. The light rays are reflecting off his back, casting a yellow glow around his silhouette and he almost looks like an angel. His hair is mussed as if he'd spent the day running his hands through the golden locks, and the scruff on his face peeks through soft-looking skin.

 ¨Swallow, or I'll really waterboard you this time,¨ he says lowly, chuckling a bit as he catches you staring so adamantly right in his face. You jerk back to consciousness and swallow hastily, accidentally choking on the gulp in your rush.

 He laughs even more and lets go of your chin much to your disappointment as he adjusts himself to sit next to you, not seeming to mind the scorching car metal. The absence of his hand on your face leaves a cold, empty feeling in your heart despite the heated blush on your cheeks

 ¨You´ll burn yourself,¨ you mumble, lolling your head over to look at him.

 But he looks straight ahead and shrugs casually. ¨Not any more than you.¨ You both sit in silence for a few minutes, occasionally sipping from the bottle he passes towards you and watching cars go by.

 ¨You didn't answer my question. Why do you harp on me in the studio? You act like a normal human being here.¨

 Damon looks thoughtfully at a white sedan passing by, then speaks.

 ¨As I´m sure Graham has blabbed to you already, I´ve been having some...trouble with the missus, let's say.¨

 You say nothing and raise a questioning eyebrow.

 ¨For the shitty attitude,¨ he mutters and swipes the bottle from your hand, taking a large swig himself.

 ¨And, like you said earlier, I am an asshole. Of course I´ll enjoy harassing pretty women over their revealing clothes,¨ he smirks and gives you a once over.

 There it was again, pretty woman.

 You scowl and get up to leave, but what he says stops you in your tracks.

 ¨Taz was lookin´ at you,¨ he says quietly, suddenly very interested in the now-empty bottle. ¨´Didn't like it, but I couldn't say anything to him. Graham likes him too much.¨

 Huh. Maybe the pair of eyes you felt back in the room didn't only belong to Damon.

 He cracks a small smile and looks up at you, his face adorably innocent and wide as he sheepishly admits, ¨I´m used to butting heads with blokes like him for women.¨

 You jerk back up to your feet, brushing off any insinuation he was giving and pat his knee awkwardly, ignoring the fire now igniting once again in your chest.

 ¨Thanks for the water, I needed it. You might wanna move if you don't want to get run over by my car.¨ You reach down and pick up your case as Damon clambers to his feet.

 He looks amused as you fumble for your keys, nervously turning the lock and sitting in the hot car, obviously eager to get away from his intimidating gaze.

 ¨I´ll see you next week, yeah?¨ You laugh breathlessly and roll your window down to call out to him.

 He says nothing, but merely cocks his head at you, his eyes now obscured by the rose-colored glasses he puts over his eyes. He waves a little and watches as you drive away a little too fast.

 But as it turns out, you don't see him next week.

 ******

It was just your luck that one of the cutest guys from your work asked you out on the very same week you had practice with the boys. You contemplated moving the date to another time, but...you deserved to have some fun time off too, right? It's not like it would make too much of a difference in your skill, anyways, you´ve gotten all the strings down and such.

 So, you decide to go on this date. It goes well, the dude was cute, dorky, lacked a little pizzazz but nothing a bottle of fancy red wine and a night of movies couldn´t coax out of him. It honestly wasn't anything too big, you exchanged numbers and made plans to meet up again soon. After parting ways, you threw yourself back into the regular regime of practicing your violin and meticulously listening to the booth recording every night, just so you could perfect your part to a T.

 The day came where you had to go back to practice, and you were ready, veins pumping with determination to make these last few sessions the best you´ve played yet. You texted Graham that you´d be there soon, and he gave you a thumbs up in return. When you finally arrived in front of the room, you were 10 minutes late. The boys were already playing, by the sound of the percussion booming outside the door. You grimace and take a deep breath, turning the handle in and hurrying inside the booth.

 No one really spared a glance at you, so you assumed you were okay in terms of punctuality. You opened your case and started strumming your strings, counting the measures and beats until it was your turn. Damon´s voice rang out, melodious and airy as ever, dropping octaves and floating on soprano tones. Your bow moved across his words, accenting his tones and adding emphasis to his sorrowful song. And then, after a couple of minutes, it was done.

 ¨Alright you lot, pretty good for today. ´Specially you, Y/N, you caught up pretty quick, I expected you to slack behind but I'm actually impressed.¨ Graham flashed you a nervous grin and you beamed back at him in return.

 ¨Yeah, speaking of, why were you gone last week? I expected someone who makes below the poverty line would actually want to work for their money,¨ Damon chuckles a little meanly.

 You feel your smile drop a smidge.

 ¨Well actually Damon, not that it's any of your business, but I went on a date.¨ You smirk at him, enjoying the way his mouth opens slightly and moves silently.

 But he regroups quickly and glares at you. ¨None of my business? The deadline is only a few days away, and you´re whoring yourself out and going on dates? I guess you´re not as professional as Graham thought.¨

 Everyone shifts uncomfortably, and blood rushes to your face, anger clouding your mind. Why was he being like this? He was fine the last time you saw him, you actually thought maybe he was going to change the way he addressed you.

  Graham speaks up. ¨Damon. You´re overreacting man, I gave her the okay, and she played fine today. No harm done, seriously, there's no need for that kind of language towards her.¨

 ¨Actually, there absolutely is a need. If I knew you were going to invite a prostitute as our sub-in then I would´ve never agreed to have her here. Didn´t know you were so low on money Y/N, I would´ve spared you a couple pounds.¨ He sneers.

 ¨Damon!¨

 You laugh bitterly and rise to your feet. ¨Oh that's rich, coming from the man who fucked half the continent just because he couldn't get over one girl. No wonder every real woman in your life including your wife wants to leave, nothing is ever good enough for you. Except heroin maybe.¨

 The words leave your mouth before you can take them back, and there's a pin drop silence as if a bomb had been dropped. In a way, it kind of did.

 Damo glares at you. Everyone is holding your breath, including you.

 ¨Get out.¨

 ¨Hey,-¨ Taz tries to gently interject but Damon throws the mic at him. 

 ¨I said get the fuck out. You´re not practicing with us anymore, you can pack your shit and leave.¨

 Tears brim at the corners of your eyes, and you choke out a small ¨Fine.¨

 You hear Graham berating him behind you as you fly through the door, telling him that they need you, it's too late to change people, but the words jumble in your ears as the door slams shut. You don't hear what Damon says, if he even says anything, and you aren't interested in his comebacks right now.

 It's only when you leave the car, tears streaming down your face in rage and embarrassment that you groan to yourself, your hands reaching an empty seat with one foot out the door-

You forgot your violin case.

 ************

 It's nighttime.

 The crickets chirp as you creep silently through the parking garage, the soft thud of your shoes echoing a lot louder than you wanted in the empty lot. The studio itself wasn't closed, but you were sure Damon must have informed the manager there not to let an ex-musician like you back in there.

 Wearing a black hoodie and black pants was a smart move- you blended in with the shadows well. The doors weren't locked, and you hiss out a small ¨yesss¨ as you slip inside the mostly dark building. Needless to say, you were proud of yourself for navigating through the windings pitch-black hallways to your old booth.

 Testing the handle lightly, you sigh out in relief when that too gives way. Unfortunately though, the second the door shuts behind you, you immediately stumble forward and fall. 

 The room is dark, darker than the other hallways so you can barely see your hands. The only source of light you´re granted is the dim red bulb on top of the booth door. And speaking of, that's exactly where you need to go...which proves to be harder when you keep bumping into random shit and cursing when you feel potential bruises forming on your shins.

 Miraculously you stagger through the next door towards where you last sat, and blindly feel around the floor and chairs for your violin case. You feel nothing there, but panic starts settling in your heart when you can't find it.

 ¨Looking for something?¨

 You scream and lurch backwards, knocking your head into some kind of stand. Groaning, you rub your head and hold a hand on your racing heart as you squint into the dim red room, placing the voice to the person.

 ¨D-Damon?¨ 

 ¨In the flesh sweetheart. ´Knew you'd come back for this, s´just my luck I came back to get it tonight so I could give it to you personally in case you wanted to be stubborn. But this is even better than I could´ve hoped.¨

 You make out his silhouette in the obsidian abyss in front of you. He's sitting with knees spread on a chair, a few feet in front of you as he leans his head back on the wall. Your precious violin case is being held hostage in his arms, and it's the absolute love you have for the brittle instrument that propels you to your feet and moves you to get the hell out instead of interrogating him.

 ¨What, so you were just here the whole time listening to me falling around like an idiot?” You laugh incredulously, and you see the area of his shoulders move up and down.

 ¨Was pretty funny to watch, honestly. You sound cute when you curse.¨ He stands up to his fullest height now, the red light bouncing off his back, giving him a sort of demonic halo.

 You knew it was actually time to leave when you felt those stupid butterflies in your stomach rise up again.

¨Right, well, I´ll be on my way then. Good luck with your song and whatever, I´ll just take the case...¨ You trail off as your extended hand is left in midair, no violin case reaching it.

 He cocks his head at you. ¨Why are you in such a rush to leave?¨

 You can´t help the scoff that escapes you. 

 ¨Are you serious? You were such an absolute dickhead to me this afternoon, you said all sorts of horrible things to me, and you even fired me for Christ's sake! I want nothing to do with you, so could you please give me my case back so I can go?¨

 He's silent for a moment before answering. ¨Are you done yet?¨

 It isn´t just the light that's making you see red now.

 ¨Fuck you, honestly.¨ You whirl around and stomp towards where you guess the  door is, ignoring the clatter behind you and bingo you locate the handle, but as soon as you turn it-

 A hand reaches from behind you and pulls the ajar door shut.

 ¨Don´t go. I´m sorry.¨

 You´re absolutely still as you feel him towering over you, his arm dangerously close to your midriff as his hand remains on the knob.

 His voice is low, and you can feel him breathe against your neck, mere inches away. You can´t help the involuntary shiver that passes through you, and he feels it too, inhaling deeply when he gets close to your ear.

 ¨You smell so good.¨

 ¨Leave me alone, Damon,¨ you whisper, your voice catching in your throat from the overwhelming onslaught of emotions passing through you.

 He breaths in and slowly lets his hand rest on your side.

 ¨I can't do that. You know why. You have to have known by now.¨

 You tremble in his touch, yet allow his hands to wander down to your hip, the other coming around in a sort of hug to pull you closer to him.

 ¨We can´t.¨

 ¨Sure we can.¨

 You can feel his erection bumping against your ass.

 ¨You´re not worth this.¨

 ¨I´ll make myself worth it.¨

 And as soon as he latches onto the back of your neck, you´re like putty in his hands, a moaning mess as he sucks galaxy-colored hickies on your skin. You can feel yourself grow wetter as he shoves his hands up your shirt and teasingly pulls down the bridge of your bra, letting the weight of your tits fill up his hands appreciatively. He starts rolling your hardened buds in between his skilled calloused fingers, and you whine and throw your head back when you feel him rut against your ass, panting raggedly in your ear.

 You rub your thighs together, desperate for some form of friction as he squeezes your tits, and then letting one hand ghost across the expanse of your stomach, down to brush against the rim of your panties. Damon chuckles meanly in your ear when you buck against the stilled hand over your mound.

 ¨You want this?¨ He lightly nips your ear. He smells like old spice and sandalwood.

 You nod desperately, frustrated with him not giving you his thick fingers already.

 But it's not enough for him. ¨No no, pretty girl, use your words now. I´ve barely touched you yet and you´re already moaning like a wanton little slut for me? And here I was thinking you weren't that easy.¨

 You stop jerking your hips and blood rushes to your face at his insulting words. You try to move out of his grip, huffing and regretting the whole thing but he outright laughs now and spins you around, tugging you forward until your chest is slotted against his. You pout at him and look away, but he's quick to grasp your chin and pull you in for a rough yet sensual kiss.

Pushing you backwards against the wall, he deepens the lip-lock, tracing his tongue over your lips, nipping at the soft flesh and darkening his eyes when you whimper and look up at him.

 He knows what he´s fucking doing when he again drops his hand under your pants and over your panties, his other palm wound up firmly through your hair. He pulls your head back and lets you breathe for a second from his kiss of death before he speaks again.

 ¨I didn't hear an answer, slut. Do you want this?¨ He leans forward until his nose brushes against your neck, flicking his tongue out to taste your saccharine flesh.

 You tremble against his firm body when he pushes his pelvis against you, letting you feel how hard he is for you.

 It doesn't matter anymore. Maybe he was right, maybe you were just an easy slut putting up a facade for him, but when his clothes erection grinds up against your pussy you can't care less.

 ¨Y-yes, yes, ´want you, please,¨ you pant, frantically gripping the back of his cropped hair as his head descends to mark your neck again.

 ¨What a good girl,¨ he whispers, finally allowing his digits to oh-so-slowly trace over your mound, pressing down harder when you jerk against him. He finds your wet clit and flicks it a few times, snickering when you gasp and moan. Your body writhes in place but he holds you literally between a rock-or, wall- and a hard place, preventing you from scampering off.

 He drums his fingers against your folds, paying no attention to the way you grip his head tighter against you, silently begging him to go further.

 But he relents eventually and retires from just pushing and prodding your folds, allowing his slicked fingers to slowly dive into your drooling hole. You whimper and bite back a string of curses when you feel him fill you completely, scraping against your walls for that one special spot.

 His mouth moves off your neck and he rises to face you, a stupid smug grin on his wet lips, his eyelids lowered and trained on you. You flush at his lustful expression and gently push his head away, not wanting to accept his victory yet.

 ¨My fingers are literally fucking you right now, and you still won´t let me look at you? What, too embarrassed you couldn't continue being a stone-cold bitch for long?¨

 You open your mouth to snap back but right at that moment he curls his fingers and grazes your G-spot, simultaneously grounding his wet palm against your clit.

 With a loud gasp and the sluttiest moan you´ve ever made, you cum hard, your mouth open in a silent scream and your tongue hanging out like a bitch in heat as you do so. You fall forward against him.

 You don't even need to look up to know that he has a shit-eating grin on his face.

 ¨What was that sweetheart? Sorry, ´couldn't hear you over those slutty moans. I think even the pornstars I´ve been with would give you a standing ovation if they heard what you just sounded like.¨

 Your words are slurred as you curse nonsense at him, yet you´re still gripping his forearms to keep a hold on yourself. Your ears are ringing and you see spots as you come down from your climax, and surprisingly enough, Damon holds you close and doesn't let you slip down to the ground as you expected to when your knees start to give out.

 Instead, he lifts you up quite easily and carries you over to a table in the corner of the room. You don´t know how he even navigates his way through the dimly lit room, but you suppose after almost half a lifetime in studios he knows his way around.

 You offer no resistance as he sets you down gently and begins to lift your shirt off of your body. You manage to lift your arms weakly up in the air for easier access to stripping, but when he starts to kneel down to take your pants off you stop his hands at your knees and look at him with scrunched eyebrows.

 He stops and looks up at you. His eyes aren't so darkened anymore, they´re wide and imploring, probably noticing your hesitation.

 ¨Damon, I...¨ You trail off as he maintains eye contact with you and slowly lowers his pursed lips to your calf, lightly pecking his way up to your knees and ensuring that you´re watching his every move.

 Your breathing increases again as his pink appendage darts out, his saliva cooling on your exposed thighs. He sucks on the plush skin and turns his head upwards to face you.

 You want to run your hands through his hair.

 ¨You have a wife,¨ You breathe.

 ¨Not for tonight I don´t.¨

 Your voice gets caught in your throat at that. He positions his hands at the side of your knees, fingers curling around the hem of your pants in a second attempt.

 ¨Let me make you feel good, love.¨

His answer is in the form of your hand reaching for his collar and pulling him up into a standing position until he towers over your seated form, once again breath stolen in a heated kiss.

 Damon fumbles with his zipper as you shove your pants off, fully ready for him now, your dampened panties solid evidence of your need for him.

 He pulls his cock out and it bounces out, slapping up against his stomach.

 You do a double take. The tabloids were right. He was absolutely huge.

 It was disgusting almost, it was insulting really. How the fuck could he be that big? You lose count of how many inches he is when you start to get light headed, realizing with a jolt that he plans to put that monster inside you.

 And fuck, why did it have to be so pretty too? Normally you wouldn´t use the word pretty to describe a dick, but fuck, that´s the only appropriate word that came to mind as you admired the white flesh as it mixed in with a dull pink flush turning into an angry shade of red as your eyes progressed up to his tip...which was soaked with precum, mind you.

 He was neatly shaven everywhere, including his plush balls. No wonder he got to fuck half the continent.

 Damon notices your gawking and smiles lazily, taking a fist around his prick and stroking lethargically up and down.

 ¨You gonna just stare at it all day or are you going to spread those cute legs for me?¨

 Spoken like a true middle aged fuck-boyman.

 You look up at him beseechingly, thoroughly intimidated by his length. He merely scoffs, winking at you when he wrenches your tightly closed knees apart.

 It's almost like he falls into a trance when he presses his now-naked torso against your chest, when he slots himself between your legs and drags his tip through your sloppy folds and up onto your clit. His mouth falls open slightly and he moans when your juices coat his dick, making it slippery and easy to push the first few inches ever so slightly into your spasming cavern.

 He can't help but want more, need more as he practically smothers his weight onto you, forcing you to lie back on the table and letting your legs dangle off the edge. He hunches over you and thrusts minutely into your pulsing folds, groaning when you whine and lace your fingers around his neck and tangle your legs around his back, dragging him impossibly close into you.

 For a moment it´s just the sound of you two panting and moaning like inexperienced teenagers, and a zing of pride zips up your spine at the realization that Damon Albarn, one of the world's most renowned playboy is whining and humping against your pussy, reduced to nothing at your hands.

 He takes your hands from around his neck and grips your wrists, forcing them above your head on the table. He leans down and kisses you, hard. You give him back the same energy when your hips move up and down along his length, pushing your inviting hole towards his eager and jumping dick.

 ¨Pretty little girl,¨ he murmurs against your lips, and you nip his bottom lip playfully in retaliation. He slowly starts to sink himself into you, and you practically purr at the feeling of his veiny member dragging against your sensitive walls until he stops. 

 You look at him questioningly, and blanch when you see the mischievous glint in his cobalt eyes.

 ¨I want you to count for me.¨

¨Count…?¨ You shake your head in confusion and he pulls out, making you groan in annoyance.

 ¨I want you to count every inch I put inside you. Unless your slutty mouth can't even do that? I'd be surprised if you couldn´t, you usually have so much shit to say.¨ His voice is low yet teasing, and a shiver passes through you when the rumble of his chest vibrates against your nipples.

 ¨F-fine, I´ll count.¨

 He hums in approval and regroups, guiding his length into your awaiting pussy once again.

 It´s almsot torture how slow he goes, and your toes curl at how vivid the sensation is at this pace.

 You almost forget to do what he asks until he ducks his head down and teeths your bud.

 ¨Ah, fuck! One!¨ You yelp, writhing to get away from his lecherous gaze and hold on your poor tit.

 He tuts and licks the swollen area until the pain subsides a bit, and then he continues to push.

 ¨T-two,¨ you moan and let your head fall back. It's unfair how tightly he´s holding your reins-you want him to plow you down, not take his sweet time in this punishment.

 ¨Damon, can´t you go any faster? Please, I want y-¨

¨-I didn't take you for a masochist, Y/N, but I´m happy to play around with these cute tits if you want to bitch more.¨

Your scowl is cut off when he suddenly shoves two more inches into you, and you mewl loudly at being filled so much.

 ¨Three! Four! Fuck, oh god, please,¨ you babble nonsense as he curses above you, his form shaking in an effort not to push all the way in.

 ¨Doing so good sweetheart, you´re almost halfway,¨ he smirks and you gape at him in disbelief.

 Halfway?

 Five, six, seven, eight, and nine go painfully slow, and by the time he´s fully sheathed inside you, plush balls pressed against your ass, you´re an incoherent, drooling mess.

 Your hair is in your face, your cheeks are flushed, and your body bounces up and down as he begins to rock inside you, finally giving you what you want.

 His name is chanted like an obscene prayer from your mouth as he grunts and shakes the table. Your legs are wobbly and unable to do anything except press him tighter against you to the point where he can barely move back. The skin of his stomach slaps against yours, his balls slap against the crevice of your ass, and your pussy practically sloshes with every stroke in and out.

 He fists your hair with one hand and pulls your neck up to meet his searching lips, his other hand holds your wrists fast against the table. You want to touch him, you want to explore your body as he has conquered yours but he doesn't let you feel anything else apart from the rapid thrusts inside your battered body.

 Damon switches positions and lifts the back of your knees up and pushes them forwards until they meet your chest. He lets his body weight rest on the back of your thighs as he pulls out and pushes back impossibly close inside you, closer than he did in missionary. 

 You sob with need as he plunges into you and reaches a higher spot than before, his tip grazing your cervix. He pounds into you, and you thrust your hips up to fuck back into him, calling out his name as if he were your god.

 It´s a good thing the rooms are soundproof.

 You feel your second climax comes when he paves way through your tight walls and batters your uterus. It doesn´t hurt so much as feel intense, and your choked moans become panting gasps when he brings a hand down to swirl his thumb over your aching clit.

 ¨You´re not going to meet with that prick from your work again, yeah? Say it. Say it if you want me to let you cum.¨ He could have been speaking an alien language for all you knew. Your poor addled brain didn't pick up anything except for the word ¨cum¨, and you were a goner.

 ¨Yes, yes, anything you say, anything you want, just please let me-¨

And oh he does.

 It comes over you like a tidal wave, your mind going blank, your eyes seeing white as your legs shake from your earth-shattering orgasm. You feel like you´re going down a rollercoaster, and you never want to stop dropping.

 Distantly, you hear him groan and say your name. You can feel pulsing in your filled walls, with what you assume is his ropes of cum. It feels like when you came, it practically squeezed all his cum out with your clenching.

 He lets out a shaky breath and falls forward, his nose inches from yours, his breath puffing in your face.

 Your eyes are glazed over, but you´ve never seen anything more clearly before.

 Maybe Damon Albarn really was worth it.

[justinunlocd]

Photo | Ulrick Glenn Brown

Model | Justin Noel Hall

MUA | Justin Noel Hall

Styling | Vest and Trousers, Zara

Shoes, Aldo

[theshslshipper]

4KIDs treatment episode one: Danganronpa -

THH Monokuma/Monobear

Makoto Naegi/Mason Neal

Byakuya Togami/Brian Tobatt

Yashuro Hagakure/Randy Halls

Toko Fukawa/Tracy Fredrick

Aoi Ashina/Alice Ashes

Kyoko Kirigiri/Kylie Kimberly

Leon Kuwata/Leon Micheals

Sayaka Maizono/Sapphire Melson

Chihiro Fujisaki/Charlie Falls

Mondo Owada/Maxwell Oakley

Hifumi Yamada/Henry Brown

Kiyotaka Ishimaru/Kendrick Issac

Celestia Lundenburg/Tasha Smith

Sakura Ogami/Sally Oscar

Mukuro Ikusaba/Mirelle Irving

Junko Enoishima/June Enberson

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GD

Hajime Hinata-Harry Hinter

Nagito Komaeda-Nathan Koleson

Mahiru Koizumi- Mary Kath

Chiaki Namami-Charlotte Newton

Gundham Tanaka-George Tanners

Teruteru Hanamura-Terry Handling

Hiyoko Sannoji-Holly Sanders

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu-Frank Kayden

Peko Pekoyama/Patty Patterson

Ibuki Mioda/Ivy Millson

Akane Owari/Abigail Orlins

Sonia Nevermind/she stays the same

Mikan Tsumiki/Milly Turner

Izuru Kamamura/Izzy Kampbell

Nekomaru Nedai/Nelson Noel

Kazuichi Souda/Kaz Soda

Byakuya Twogami(Ult.Imposter)/Brian Tobatt

UDG:

Komaru Naegi/Kourtney Neal

Monaca Towa/Monaca Towa

Jataro Kemuri/Jack Kender

Kotoko Utsugi/Kelly Strikes

Masuru Daimon/Marcus Damien

Nagisa Shingetsu/Nicholas Shred

Tachi Fujisaki/ Timothy Falls

Yuta Ashina/Justin Ashes

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KH-

Kaede Akamatsu/Katie Anderson

Shuichi Saihara/Shawn Stewart

Kokichi Oma/Kody Oliver

Maki Harukawa/Maddy Harrison

Kaito Momota/Keith Morgan

Gonta Gokuhara-Gordon Goodway

Miu Iruma - Mia Irish

Tenko Chabashira/Teegan Charles

Korekiyo Shinguji/Korey Shine

K1-BO(Keebo)/K1-RBY(Kirby)

Ryoma Hoshi-Ryan Holland

Rantaro Amami-Randy Alexander

Kirumi Tojo-Kiara Thompson

Himiko Yumeno-Hannah Young

Angie Yonaga/Angie Yourn

Tsumugi Shirogane/Tiffany Shores

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Despair/Future Arc

Ruruka Ando/Ruby Andys

Natsumi Kuzuryu/Nathalie Kayden

Sato/Steph Kade

Ryota Mitarai/Ryland Micah

Sonosuke Izayoi/Sonny Issac

[boxscorehockey]

2021-22 Alphabetical Directory Fwd A-M

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Aho Sebastian Alexandrov Nikita Altybarmakian Andrei Amirov Rodion Anderson- Dolan Jared Andersson Lias Arvidsson Viktor Asplund Rasmus Atkinson Cam Backstrom Nicklas Bailey Josh Balcers Rudolfs Bankier Caedan Barkov Aleksander Barratt Evan Barre-Boulet Alex Barzal Mathew Batherson Drake Beaucage Alex Beauvillier Anthony Beckman Adam Bellows Kieffer Bemstrom Emil Beniers Matt Benn Jamie Bennett Sam Bergeron Patrice Berggren Jonatan Bertuzzi Tyler Bjorkstrand Oliver Blichfeld Joachim Boeser Brock Bokk Dominik Bolduc Zachary Boldy Matthew Bordeleau Thomas Borgstrom Henrik Boucher Tyler Bourgault Xavier Bourque Mavrik Bowers Shane Brabenec Jakub Bratt Jesper Brink Bobby Brisson Brendan Brown Connor Broz Tristan Buchnevich Pavel Bunting Michael Burakovsky Andre Buyalsky Andrei Byfield Quinton Caufield Cole Cehlarik Peter Chekhovich Ivan Chibrikov Nikita Chinakhov Yegor Chromiak Martin Chytil Filip Cirelli Anthony Coe Brandon Colangelo Sam Coleman Blake Colton Ross Compher J.T. Comtois Maxime Connor Kyle Copp Andrew Coronato Matthew Cotton David Couture Logan Couturier Sean Coyle Charlie Cozens Dylan Crosby Sidney Crouse Lawson Cuylle Will Dach Colton Dach Kirby Dadonov Evgenii Dahlen Jonathan Damiani Riley Danault Philip Dean Zach DeBrincat Alex DeBrusk Jake Dellandrea Ty Denisenko Grigori Doan Josh Domi Max Donato Ryan Dorofeyev Pavel Draisaitl Leon Drury Jack Dube Dillon Dubois Pierre- Luc Duchene Matt Duclair Anthony Dugan Jack Duke Dylan Dvorak Christian Eberle Jordan Ehlers Nikolaj Eichel Jack Eklund William Elvenes Lucas Eriksson Ek Joel Ertel Justin Evangelista Luke Fabbri Robby Fagemo Samuel Farabee Joel Farrell Sean Fedotov Ilya Fiala Kevin Finley Jack Firstov Vladislav Fix- Wolansky Trey Foerster Tyson Foote Nolan Formenton Alex Forsbacka- Karlsson Jakob Forsberg Filip Foudy Jean-Luc Foudy Liam Francis Ryan Frost Morgan Gallagher Brendan Gallant Zachary Garland Conor Gaudreau Johnny Giroux Claude Glass Cody Golyshev Anatoly Goncalves Gage Gourde Yani Granlund Mikael Greig Ridly Gritsyuk Arseny Groulx Benoit-Olivier Grundstrom Carl Guenther Dylan Guentzel Jake Gunler Noel Gurianov Denis Gusev Nikita Gushchin Danil Hagel Brandon Hall Taylor Hallander Filip Harrison Brett Hartman Ryan Hawryluk Jayce Hayes Kevin Hayton Barrett Heineman Emil Helenius Sami Henriksson Karl Henrique Adam Hertl Tomas Hintz Roope Hirose Taro Hirvonen Roni Hischier Nico Hoffman Mike Hoglander Nils Holloway Dylan Holmstrom Simon Holtz Alexander Horvat Bo Howden Brett Huberdeau Jonathan Huckins Cole Hughes Jack Hyman Zach Iaffalo Alex Jarventie Roby Jarvis Seth Jeannot Tanner Jenik Jan Jenner Boone Johansen Ryan Johnson Kent Johnson Wyatt Jost Tyson Kadri Nazem Kakko Kaapo Kaliyev Arthur Kalynuk Wyatt Kane Evander Kane Patrick Kapanen Kasperi Kapanen Oliver Kaprizov Kirill Kase Ondrej Karlsson William Katchouk Boris Kaut Martin Kayumov Artur Keller Clayton Kempe Adrian Kerfoot Alexander Khovanov Alexander Khusnutdinov Marat Kidney Riley Killorn Alex Kirk Liam Kisakov Aleksandr Klimovich Danila Knies Matthew Koivula Otto Koivunen Ville Konecny Travis Kopitar Anze Korczak Ryder Koshtov Yegor Kostin Klim Kotkaniemi Jesperi Kravtsov Vitali Krebs Peyton Kreider Chris Kubalik Dominik Kucherov Nikita Kunin Luke Kuokkanen Janne Kupari Rasmus Kuznetsov Evgeny Kyrou Jordan L’Heureux Zachary Labanc Kevin Lafreniere Alexis Laine Patrik Landeskog Gabriel Lapierre Hendrix Larkin Dylan Lauko Jakub Leason Brett Lee Anders Leschyshyn Jake Lindholm Elias Lucius Chaz Lundell Anton Lundestrom Isac Lysell Fabian MacKinnon Nathan Madden Tyler Malatesta James Malkin Evgeni Mangiapane Andrew Mantha Anthony Marchand Brad Marchenko Kirill Marchessault Jonathan Marchment Mason Marner Mitch Martino Ayrton Matthews Auston Mazur Carter Mcbain Jack McCann Jared McDavid Connor Mcleod Ryan McMichael Connor McTavish Mason Meier Timo Mercer Dawson Meyers Ben Miettinen Veeti Mikheyev Mikhail Milano Sonny Miller J.T. Mittelstadt Casey Monahan Sean Mysak Jan

[duggardata]

Who, Exactly, Does Duggar Data Track?

Y’all may have noticed...  There have been a lot of changes around here, lately!  I’ve added so many new families to the Predictor that I’m thinking it might be a little difficult to keep track.  Just so we are all on the same page, here is the full list of Predictor Families / Couples—i.e., those whose information is fully–input into my spreadsheets, allowing for instant analysis via the Predictor.

(Note—Couples that overlap two Predictor Families are italicized.)

The Duggar Family

Jim Bob + Michelle (Ruark) Duggar’s 19 Children, including 9 Married Couples—

Josh + Anna (Keller) Duggar

John + Abbie (Burnett) Duggar

Jill (Duggar) + Derick Dillard

Jessa (Duggar) + Ben Seewald

Jinger (Duggar) + Jeremy Vuolo

Joe + Kendra (Caldwell) Duggar

Josiah + Lauren (Swanson) Duggar

Joy (Duggar) + Austin Forsyth

Justin + Claire (Spivey) Duggar

... and 10 Non–Partnered Children—Jana, Jedidiah, Jeremiah, Jason, James, Jackson, Johannah, Jennifer, Jordyn, and Josie).

The Bates Family

Gil + Kelly Jo’s 19 Children, including 7 Married Couples—

Zach + Whitney (Perkins) Bates

Michaela (Bates) + Brandon Keilen

Erin (Bates) + Chad Paine

Alyssa (Bates) + John Webster

Tori (Bates) + Bobby Smith

Carlin (Bates) + Evan Stewart

Josie (Bates) + Kelton Balka

... 3 Not–Married–So–Far Couples (Lawson Bates + Tiffany Espensen, Nathan Bates + Esther Keyes, and Katie Bates + Travis Clark), and 9 Non–Partnered Children—Trace, Jackson, Warden, Isaiah, Addee, Ellie, Callie, Judson, and Jeb.

The Bontrager Family

Marlin + Becky’s 10 Children, including 5 Married Couples—

Chelsy (Bontrager) + John Maxwell

Mitchell + Bryn (Leppert) Bontrager

Allison (Bontrager) + Jeremiah Helferich

Carson + Carolina (Bowers) Bontrager

Joshua + Cassidy (Bowers) Bontrager

... 1 Engaged Couple (Denver Bontrager + Praise Helferich), and 4 Non–Partnered Children—Taylor, Liz, Hudson, and Rebecca.

The Caldwell Family

Paul + Christina Caldwell’s 8 Children (+1 On The Way), including 1 Married Couple—

Kendra (Caldwell) + Joe Duggar

... 1 Engaged–But–Probably–Broken–Up Couple (Lauren Caldwell + Titus Hall), 6 Non–Partnered Children (Micah, Nathan, Timothy, Olivia, Jesiah, and Isaiah), and 1 Still In–Utero.

The Keller Family

Half of Mike + Suzette Kellers’ Children.  Just the quiverfull ones, comprised of 4 Married Couples—

Esther (Keller) + John Shrader

Priscilla (Keller) + David Waller

Anna (Keller) + Josh Duggar

Nathan + Nurie (Rodrigues) Keller

The Maxwell Family

Steve + Teri’s 8 Children, including 5 Married Couples—

Nathan + Melanie (Maher) Maxwell

Christopher + Anna Marie (Hamilton) Maxwell

Joseph + Elissa (Frost) Maxwell

John + Chelsy (Bontrager) Maxwell

Jesse + Anna (Craig) Maxwell

... plus, 3 Non–Partnered Children / Daughters—Sarah, Anna, and Mary.

The Rodrigues Family 

Jill + David’s 13 Children, including 1 Married Couple—

Nurie (Rodrigues) + Nathan Keller

... and, 12 Non–Partnered Children—Timothy, Kaylee, Renée, Phillip, Samuel, Gabriel, Tessie, Hannah, Olivia, Sadie, Sofia, and Janessa.

Miscellaneous Couples

... and why they’re notable—

Karissa (Goering) + Mandrae Collins  (Prolific Instagrammer)

Sierra (Baird) + Mark Dominguez  (Counting On; Friends of the Duggars)

Courtney (Harkins) + Christopher Rogers  (Prolific Instagrammer)

Kristen + Justin Young  (Counting On; Friends of the Duggars)

Also, I’ve decided to stop tracking Bethany (Baird) + David Beal...  Honestly, I just find her so annoying, I can’t handle following her Instagram anymore.  I’m not planning to follow any of the Girl Defined girls, I find them insufferable.

Duggar Data also casually follows several others—e.g., Amy (Duggar) + Dillon King, Sue + Noel Radford, the Kody Brown Family, and a few of the Predictor In–Laws (e.g., Dan + Deena Dillard and Meagan [Forsyth] + Bobby Ballinger).   

[intoafandom]

MASTERLIST2

Edits

Boston Bruins

Joakim Nordstrom, Sean Kuraly, Par Lindholm, Chris Wagner, Noel Acciari: river by bishop briggs

Bruins: don’t worry by madcon

Brad Marchand and Kevan Miller: love runs out by one republic

Patrice Bergeron: tonight by enrique iglesias

Anders Bjork: domino by jessie j

Bruins: better days by one republic

Anders Bjork: symphony by clean bandit ft zara larsson

Bruins: breezeblocks by alt-J (soundcloud edit)

Par Lindholm and Anders Bjork: strange by lp

Bruins: Geronimo by sheppard

Bruins: we are by keke palmer

Zdeno Chara, Torey Krug, Jake Debrusk, Matt Grzelcyk: right now by one direction

Kevan Miller, Joakim Nordstrom, Karson Kuhlman, Brett Ritchie, Zach Senyshyn, Jakub Zboril: through the dark by one direction

Torey Krug: wonder by Shawn Mendes

Jake Debrusk: XO by Beyoncé

Joakim Nordstrom: one more drink by gjan

Brandon Carlo: nobody by james arthur

Colby and Emily Cave: hold on by extreme music

Charlie McAvoy: 21 by Gracie Abrams

Zdeno Chara: mr loverman by ricky montgomery

Matt Grzelcyk: one last time by ariana grande

Bruins: i dont care by ed sheeran ft justin bieber

Sean Kuraly: waka waka by shakira

Trent Frederic: ruin my life by zara larsson

Par Lindholm: before you go by lewis capaldi

Bruins: Barbie Girl by Aqua

Bruins: Not your barbie girl by ava max

Charlie Coyle: wind it up by todrick hall

Brandon Carlo and Trent Frederic: Judas by lady gaga

Tuukka Rask: hey mama by david guetta

Jake DeBrusk: lush life (acoustic version) by zara larsson

Torey Krug: wish u were here by cody simpson

Anders Bjork: till forever falls apart by ashe and finneas

David Krejci, Jeremy Lauzon, and Connor Clifton: 305 by Shawn Mendes

Brad Marchand: can’t stop dancing by becky g

Bruins: handclap by fitz and the tantrums

David Pastrnak: la da dee by cody simpson

Chris Wagner: dynamite by taio cruz

Boston Bruins: line without a hook by ricky montgomery

Zdeno Chara and Charlie McAvoy: only ticket home by gavin james

Trent Frederic: personal by HRVY

David Pastrnak and Rebecca Rohlsson: falling apart by michael schulte

Jake DeBrusk and Charlie Coyle: feel again by onerepublic

Kevan Miller: soldier by gavin degraw

Brandon Carlo: international love by pitbull

Jeremy Lauzon: be together by major lazer (vanic remix)

Patrice Bergeron: lady killers by g-eazy

Sean Kuraly: happier by Olivia Rodrigo

David Krejci: before i go by mimi webb

Anders Bjork: high on life by martin garrix

Brandon Carlo, Chris Wagner, Charlie Coyle, Brad Marchand, Sean Kuraly: freak the freak out by victoria justice

Charlie Coyle and Danielle Hooper: love story by taylor swift

Sean Kuraly and Jake DeBrusk: collide by rachel platten

Connor & Amanda Clifton, Charlie Coyle & Danielle Hooper, Brandon & Wren Carlo + Mayson Corbett, Chris & Kate Wagner, John and Elizabeth Moore + kids, David Pastrnak & Rebecca Rohlsson, Taylor Hall & Rachel Rush, and Torey & Melanie Krug + kids: love somebody by maroon 5

Bruins: the boys are back by dropkick murphys

Bruins: let the games begin by AJR

Karson Kuhlman: boyfriend material by ariana grande

Sophia Jurkztowicz: bind your love by cher lloyd

Charlie McAvoy: live while we’re young by one direction

Bruins: deadwood by really slow motion

Jake DeBrusk: slipping through my fingers by meryl streep

Jeremy Swayman: rock bottom by hailee steinfeld

Bruins: more by usher (RedOne Jimmy Joker remix)

Taylor Hall: groove by jack & jack

John Moore: rather be by clean bandit

Jeremy Swayman: big girls dont cry by fergie

Katrina Marchand: teenage dream by katy perry

Brandon Carlo: birthday by katy perry

Jake DeBrusk: walking in the wind by one direction

Katrina Marchand, Sophia Jurksztowicz, Jordyn DeBrusk, Melanie Krug, Emily Cave, Danielle Hooper, Stephanie Bertrand, and Rebecca Rohlsson: Grace by lewis capaldi

Charlie McAvoy: Make me like you by gwen stefani

Bruins: poker face by lady gaga

Matt Grzelcyk: Blank space by taylor swift

Tuukka Rask: que viva la vida by wisin

David Pastrnak and Torey Krug: so what by pink

Trent Frederic: maniac by conan gray

Tuukka Rask: take on the world by take me at six

Jack Studnicka: new light by john mayer

Marvel

Peter parker: secrets by one republic

Robert Downey Jr: mr brightside by the killers

Tony Stark and Peter Parker: both of us by taylor swift and b. o. b.

Spider Man No Way Home trailer: roaring 20s by panic at the disco

Spider man: no way home: va va voom by nicki minaj

Spider man no way home: spidey bells

Spider-Man No Way Home (spidey trio): missing you by the vamps

Random

Anton Khudobin: part of me by katy perry

Milan Lucic, Joakim Nordstrom, Tyler Seguin, Danton Heinen, Tim Schaller, Anton Khudobin, Marcuss Johansson, Tim Thomas, Zdeno Chara, David Backes, Adam Mcquaid, Par Lindholm, Colby Cave, Ryan Donato, Torey Krug, and Noel Acciari: Oath by Cher Lloyd

Colby Cave: see you again by wiz khalifa ft charlie puth

Red sox, patriots, bruins, celtics: the search by nf

Artemi Panarin, Robert Thomas, Brandon Carlo, Zach Aston-Reese, Sammy Blais, Pavel Buchnevich, Brayden Schenn, Sean Kuraly: natural by imagine dragons

Patriots/Tom Brady: locked out of heaven by bruno mars (acapella version)

Jimmy Garoppolo: business by eminem (matoma remix)

Colby Cave: you are a memory by message to bears

Kevan Miller: heathens by 21 pilots

Noel Acciari: candy cane lane by sia

Jake DeBrusk, David Pastrnak, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Justin Foley, Clay Jensen, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Charlie McAvoy, Matt Grzelcyk, Carl Grimes, Rick Grimes, Elijah Mikaelson, Klaus Mikaelson, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes: story of my life by one direction

Cole Caufield: daft pretty boys by bad suns

Mac Jones: falling apart by michael schulte

Sean Kuraly: ophelia by the lumineers

Tom Brady: the man by aloe blacc

The mighty Quinn: superheroes by the script

[tasksweekly]

[TASK 178: GRENADA]

There’s a masterlist below compiled of over 230+ Grenadian faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. If you want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever faceclaim or whichever project you desire.

Any questions can be sent here and all tutorials have been linked below the cut for ease of access! REMEMBER to tag your resources with #TASKSWEEKLY and we will reblog them onto the main! This task can be tagged with whatever you want but if you want us to see it please be sure that our tag is the first five tags, @ mention us or send us a messaging linking us to your post!

THE TASK - scroll down for FC’s!

STEP 1: Decide on a FC you wish to create resources for! You can always do more than one but who are you starting with? There are links to masterlists you can use in order to find them and if you want help, just send us a message and we can pick one for you at random!

STEP 2: Pick what you want to create! You can obviously do more than one thing, but what do you want to start off with? Screencaps, RP icons, GIF packs, masterlists, PNG’s, fancasts, alternative FC’s - LITERALLY anything you desire!

STEP 3: Look back on tasks that we have created previously for tutorials on the thing you are creating unless you have whatever it is you are doing mastered - then of course feel free to just get on and do it. :)

STEP 4: Upload and tag with #TASKSWEEKLY! If you didn’t use your own screencaps/images make sure to credit where you got them from as we will not reblog packs which do not credit caps or original gifs from the original maker.

THINGS YOU CAN MAKE FOR THIS TASK -  examples are linked!

Stumped for ideas? Maybe make a masterlist or graphic of your favourite faceclaims. A masterlist of names. Plot ideas or screencaps from a music video preformed by an artist. Masterlist of quotes and lyrics that can be used for starters, thread titles or tags. Guides on culture and customs.

Screencaps

RP icons [of all sizes]

Gif Pack [maybe gif icons if you wish]

PNG packs

Manips

Dash Icons

Character Aesthetics

PSD’s

XCF’s

Graphic Templates - can be chara header, promo, border or background PSD’s!

FC Masterlists - underused, with resources, without resources!

FC Help - could be related, family templates, alternatives.

Written Guides.

and whatever else you can think of / make!

MASTERLIST!

F:

Viktor Lazlo (1960) Grenadian / Martiniquan - singer.

Juliet Roberts (1962) Afro-Grenadian - singer-songwriter.

Sommore (1966) Grenadian, Trinidadian, Vincentian, Barbadian - comedian and actress. 

Nia Long (1970) Grenadian, Trinidadian, Vincentian, Barbadian - actress. 

Aisha Hinds (1975) Grenadian, African-American - actress. 

Jemeni / Joanne Gairy (1976) Afro-Grenadian - actress, singer, radio host, and writer. 

Destra Garcia (1978) Trinidadian [Afro-Grenadian] - singer.

Estelle / Estelle Fanta Swaray (1980) Afro-Grenadian / Senegalese - singer.

Fay-Ann Lyons (1980) Trinidadian [Afro-Grenadian] - soca recording artist and songwriter.

Ms. Dynamite / Niomi McLean-Daley (1981) Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Jamaican, Afro-Barbadian / Irish, Scottish, English, German - singer-songwriter, rapper, and producer. 

Amanda Seales (1981) Afro-Grenadian - comedian, actress, DJ, recording artist, VJ and author.

Shystie / Chanel Cali (1983) Afro-Grenadian / Afro-Barbadian - actress and rapper-songwriter.

Kendra Westwood (1984) Afro-Grenadian / Afro-Jamaican - actress. 

Sydelle Noel (1985) Afro-Grenadian - actress. 

Tanisha Thomas (1985) Afro-Grenadian - reality television personality.

Nina Toussaint-White (1985) Afro-Grenadian / English - actress.

Annaliese Dayes (1986) Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Saint Lucian, Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Vincentian / Afro-Jamaican - model, television personality, and presenter.

Vivian Burkhardt (1986) Afro-Grenadian / German - model and Miss Grenada 2007.

Sonika / Sonika Keturah Jermina Mckie (1988) Afro-Grenadian - singer. 

Rhonda J. Lowe (1987) Afro-Grenadian - actress.

Sichelle / Sichelle Mcmeo Aksum (1988) Afro-Grenadian / Norwegian - singer.

Jourdan Dunn (1990) 7/8 Afro-Grenadian, 1/16 Afro-Jamaican, 1/16 Syrian - model.

Tammy Baldeo (1990) Afro-Grenadian - singer. 

Naomi Ackie (1992) Afro-Grenadian - actress.

Kaia Kater (1993) Afro-Grenadian / Unknown - singer-songwriter, guitar, piano and banjo player.

Yvette Noel-Schure (?) Afro-Grenadian - instagrammer. 

Riann Steele (?) Afro-Grenadian - actress.

Tamara Ivey (?) Afro-Grenadian - host.

Aria Mary Francis (?) Afro-Grenadian - model. 

Sharlene Whyte (?) Afro-Grenadian - actress.

Leonie Haynes-Moses (?) Afro-Grenadian / Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican - actress.

Eveina Lindsay (?) Afro-Grenadian - model.

Lorna Gee / Lorna Gayle (?) Afro-Grenadian - actress and singer.

Marina (?) Afro-Grenadian - model (instagram: guadagnoli).

Ziipporvh (?) Afro-Grenadian - instagrammer.

Adanna Dill (?) Afro-Grenadian - blogger.

Kered Clement (?) Afro-Grenadian - blogger.

Janel Sealy Smith (?) Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Trinidadian - hair stylist and instagrammer. 

Samantha Francis Charles (?) Afro-Grenadian - model and Miss Grenada 2016 (instagram: awesambeauty).

Sophie Gabrielle (?) Afro-Grenadian - model (instagram: sophie.gabrielle_).

Ms BitterSweet (?) Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Jamaican, Afro-Ghanian - model and poet (instagram: shespeaksbittersweet).

Natalie Evans (?) Grenadian - actress.

Thamara $ongbird St.Bernard (?) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Tamantha-Chole (?) Afro-Grenadian  - singer and model. 

Valene Nedd (?) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Nashanda Charles (?) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Laura Lisa (?) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

F - Athletes:

Joan Alexander-Serrano (1961) Afro-Grenadian - cricketer. 

Debbie-Ann Lewis (1969) Afro-Grenadian - cricketer. 

Neisha Bernard-Thomas (1981) Afro-Grenadian - middle-distance runner. 

Hazel-Ann Regis (1981) Afro-Grenadian - sprinter.

Kishara George (1983) Afro-Grenadian - sprinter.

Sherry Fletcher (1986) Afro-Grenadian - sprinter. 

Afy Fletcher (1987) Afro-Grenadian - cricketer. 

Phylicia George (1987) Afro-Grenadian - track and field athlete and a bobsledder.

Perri Shakes-Drayton (1988) Afro-Grenadian - sprinter and hurdler.

Janelle Redhead (1989) Afro-Grenadian - sprinter. 

Akeira Peters (1993) Afro-Grenadian - cricketer. 

Candesha Scott (1997) Afro-Grenadian - javelin thrower. 

Meleni Rodney (1998) Afro-Grenadian - sprinter. 

Yazmeen Jamieson (1998) Afro-Grenadian / Afro-Jamaican  - footballer.

Amanda Crawford (1999) Afro-Grenadian - sprinter. 

Halle Hazzard (1999) Afro-Grenadian - sprinter. 

Kenisha Pascal (?) Afro-Grenadian - middle and long distance runner.

Janice Francis (?) Afro-Grenadian - karateka.

M:

Allister Bain (1935) Afro-Grenadian - actor and playwright. 

Mighty Sparrow / Slinger Francisco (1935) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Alex Pascall (1937) Afro-Grenadian - musician, radio host, composer, and educator.

George Harris (1949) Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Barbadian - actor.

Billy Ocean (1950) Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Trinidadian - singer. 

Richardo Keens-Douglas (1953) Afro-Grenadian - actor and storyteller.

Superblue / Austin Lyons (1956) Trinidadian [Afro-Grenadian] - calypsonian, soca musician, and lyricist.

Eamonn Walker (1962) Afro-Grenadian / Afro-Trinidadian - actor.

Ajamu (1963) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Andy Abraham (1964) Afro-Grenadian - singer-songwriter.

Charles Andrew Payne (1966) Afro-Grenadian - actor, comedian, motivational speaker, and writer.

Kwame Kwei-Armah (1967) Afro-Grenadian [including Ghanaian] - actor, singer, radio host, and playwright.

Mark Monero (1968) Afro-Grenadian - actor and musician.

Finley Jeffrey (1969) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Steve McQueen (1969) Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Trinidadian - director, producer, screenwriter, and video artist.

DJ Spoony / Johnathan Joseph (1970) Afro-Grenadian, Ghanaian - DJ, radio host, and producer.

Tallpree / Wilt Cambridge(1973) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Machel Montano (1974) Trinidadian [Afro-Grenadian] -  soca singer, actor, record producer and songwriter.

Noel Clarke (1975) Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Trinidadian, Afro-Vincentian, Akan Ghanian - actor.

Solitair / Sheldon Pitt (1975) Afro-Grenadian - rapper.

Hugh Maynard (1975) Afro-Grenadian - actor and singer.

Wyatt Cenac (1976) Afro-Grenadian, French / African-American - comedian, actor, producer, and writer.

Casey Benjamin (1978) Afro-Grenadian - saxophonist, vocoderist, keyboardist, producer and songwriter.

Craig David (1981) Afro-Grenadian / Polish Jewish, English - singer and rapper.

Brandon Jay McLaren (1981) Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Trinidadian - actor. 

Akala / Kingslee James McLean Daley (1983) Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Jamaican, Afro-Barbadian / Irish, Scottish, English, German - rapper and poet.

Otis / Kelvin Celestine (1983) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Sandman (1983) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Ghetts / Justin Clarke (1984) Afro-Grenadian / Afro-Jamaican - rapper.

Mr. Killa (1984) Afro-Grenadian - singer-songwriter.

Hollice Mapp / Mr.Killa (1984) Afro-Grenadian - rapper.

Never Yet Contested / Joshua Solomon Jeremiah Jordan (1987) Afro-Grenadian, Guyanese - rapper.

Kevin Olusola (1988) Afro-Grenadian / Nigerian - musician, beatboxer, cellist, rapper, record producer, singer, and songwriter.

Marcus Collins (1988) Afro-Grenadian - singer-songwriter.

DJ Puffy / Andre Parris (1991) Afro-Grenadian / Afro-Barbadian - DJ.

Akheim Allen (1992) Afro-Grenadian - rapper.

Joivan Wade (1993) Afro-Grenadian - actor.

Sparkie B (1994) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Jabari Manwa (1995) Afro-Grenadian - rapper and producer.

Kirk Knight (1995) Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Antiguan - record producer, rapper and member of Pro Era.

Dane Baptiste (?) Afro-Grenadian - actor, comedian, and writer.

GAIKA / Gaika Tavares (?) Afro-Grenadian / Afro-Jamaican - rapper-songwriter and singer.

Roland Gilbert (?) Afro-Grenadian - DJ and photographer (instagram: rcgmediavision).

King Kayak (?) Afro-Grenadian - dancer (instagram: imkingkayak). 

Happy Boy (?) Afro-Grenadian - singer (instagram: happyboy_the_artiste).

Tedi (?) Afro-Grenadian / Afro-Jamaican - singer (instagram: tedismoove).

Antwan (?) Afro-Grenadian - model (instagram: kingtwan5).

Vemedy (?) Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Guyanese - singer (instagram: vemedymusic).

Dollarman (?) Afro-Grenadian - singer and musician. 

Mike Shaft (?) Afro-Grenadian - radio host.

David Emmanuel (?) Afro-Grenadian - musician. 

Jeverson Ramirez (?) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Boyzie (?) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Lavaman / Marcus James (?) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Brother B (?) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Kellon Ogiste (?) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Kelson Ogiste (?) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Shortpree / Finber Andrews (?) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Smokey / Arthur Stephen (?) Afro-Grenadian - musician.

Beast / Raymond Matthew (?) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Inspector / Elimus Gillbert (?) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Berbice (?) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Donnell Best (?) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Josh Berkeley (?) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Coxilus Naptaly (?) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

African Teller (?) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

A#keem (?) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

Mr. Grenada / Corkit / Alwyn Christopher Harriman (?) Afro-Grenadian - singer.

M - Athletes:

Bruce Man-Son-Hing (1964) Grenadian [Chinese] - tennis player. 

Mark Felix (1966) Afro-Grenadian - strongman competitor.

Otis Roberts (1968) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Junior Murray (1968) Afro-Grenadian - cricketer. 

Rawl Lewis (1974) Afro-Grenadian - cricketer. 

Desmond Noel (1974) Afro-Grenadian - footballer. 

Anthony Modeste (1975) Afro-Grenadian - footballer. 

Ricky Charles (1975) Afro-Grenadian - footballer. 

Patrick Modeste (1976) Afro-Grenadian - footballer. 

Alleyne Francique (1976) Afro-Grenadian - sprinter. 

Etan Thomas (1978) Afro-Grenadian - basketball player.

Gareth Raynor (1978) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Randy Lewis (1978) Afro-Grenadian - triple jumper. 

Shalrie Joseph (1978) Afro-Grenadian - footballer. 

Jason Roberts (1978) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Tony Bedeau (1979) Afro-Grenadian - footballer. 

Dwane Lee (1979) Afro-Grenadian - footballer. 

Delroy Facey (1980) Afro-Grenadian - footballer. 

Cassim Langaigne (1980) Afro-Grenadian - footballer. 

Alvin Bubb (1980) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Camilus Alexander (1981) Afro-Grenadian - cricketer.

Byron Bubb (1981) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Leon Johnson (1981) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Andre Winner (1981) Afro-Grenadian / British - mixed martial artist.

Craig Rocastle (1981) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Shaun Wright-Phillips (1981) Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Trinidadian / Afro-Jamaican - footballer.

Devon Smith (1981) Afro-Grenadian - cricketer.

Ashley Sestanovich (1981) Afro-Grenadian / Croatian - footballer.

Jason James (1982) Afro-Grenadian - footballer. 

Kithson Bain (1982) Afro-Grenadian - footballer. 

Rolande Moses (1983) Afro-Grenadian - boxer and weightlifter. 

Alleyne Lett (1983) Afro-Grenadian - decathlete.

Jermaine Beckford (1983) Afro-Grenadian / Afro-Jamaican - footballer.

Akim Williams (1984) Afro-Grenadian - bodybuilder.

Lewis Hamilton (1985) Afro-Grenadian / English, distant Jersey and Guernsey Channel Islander - race car driver.

Bradley Wright-Phillips (1985) Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Trinidadian / Afro-Jamaican - footballer.

Ryan Atkins (1985) Afro-Grenadian - rugby player.

Kennedy Hinkson (1986) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Marcus Julien (1986) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

James DeGale (1986) Afro-Grenadian / English - boxer.

Cameron Jerome (1986) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Nelon Pascal (1987) Afro-Grenadian - cricketer. 

Darius Charles (1987) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Andre Fletcher (1987) Afro-Grenadian - cricketer. 

Kwasi Paul (1987) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Tyrone Sterling (1987) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Jaime Peters (1987) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Ricky Modeste (1988) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Kurt Felix (1988) Afro-Grenadian - javelin thrower.

Jermaine McGlashan (1988) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Bradley Bubb (1988) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Jermaine McGillvary (1988) Afro-Grenadian - rugby player.

Anthony Straker (1988) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Leroy Cudjoe (1988) Afro-Grenadian / English - footballer.

Rondell Bartholomew (1990) Afro-Grenadian - sprinter. 

Esau Simpson (1990) Afro-Grenadian - swimmer. 

Davier Walcott (1990) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Jason Belfon (1990) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Elliott Charles (1990) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Omar Beckles (1991) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Jonathan Joseph (1991) Carriacouan Grenadian - rugby player.

Antonio German (1991) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Nathaniel Clyne (1991) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Rimmel Daniel (1991) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Kellon Alexis (1992) Afro-Grenadian - thrower.

Bralon Taplin (1992) Afro-Grenadian - sprinter. 

Nicolas Hamilton (1992) Afro-Grenadian / English, distant Jersey and Guernsey Channel Islander - race car driver.

Oliver Norburn (1992) 1/4 Afro-Grenadian, 3/4 English - footballer.

Kirani James (1992) Afro-Grenadian - sprinter. 

Reuben Noble-Lazarus (1993) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Payton Hazzard (1993) Afro-Grenadian - sprinter. 

Tarik Phillip (1993) Afro-Grenadian / English - basketball player. 

Aaron Pierre (1993) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Lindon Victor (1993) Afro-Grenadian - decathlete.

Myles Hippolyte (1994) Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Saint Lucian, English - footballer.

Preston McSween (1995) Afro-Grenadian - cricketer. 

Jamal Charles (1995) Afro-Grenadian - rugby player. 

Alexander McQueen (1995) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Shavon John-Brown (1995) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Ethan Francois-Ravalier (1996) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

A. J. Paterson (1996) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Anderson Peters (1997) Afro-Grenadian - decathlete.

Hamza Choudhury (1997) Afro-Grenadian / Sylheti Bangladeshi - footballer.

Corey Ollivierre (1997) Afro-Grenadian - swimmer. 

Saydrel Lewis (1997) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Roland Cato (1997) Afro-Grenadian - cricketer. 

Kairo Mitchell (1997) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Oreoluwa Cherebin (1997) Afro-Grenadian - swimmer. 

Josh Boateng (1997) Afro-Grenadian - discus and shot put.

Shandon Baptiste (1998) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Ro-Shaun Williams (1998) Afro-Grenadian / English - footballer.

Emmanuel Stewart (1999) Afro-Grenadian - cricketer. 

Ricky German (1999) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Kraig Noel-McLeod (1999) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Bernard Wilson (?) Afro-Grenadian - boxer. 

Marcus Douglas (?) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Danny Facey (?) Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Problematic:

Dave Chappelle (1973) African-American [including Ivorian], ¼ Afro-Grenadian - stand-up comedian, actor, writer, and producer - Transphobic and victim-blaming statements.

Ronda Rousey (1987) English, 1/4 Trinidadian and Grenadian [including African, Spanish, and English], 1/16th Polish, as well as German, Scottish, distant Dutch - professional wrestler, actress, author - Transphobic statements.