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her-power · 9 months

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Last Chance to Dance (Rockstar! e.m. x fem reader)

🚨🛑🔞18+++ MINORS DNI - YOU WILL BLOCKED🚨🛑🔞 TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNING (For entire series): Rockstar! Addict! Sweet! Mean! Eddie, smut, unprotected p+v, fluff, fingering (f receiving), masturbation, oral (m+f receiving), heavy drug use, descriptions of IV drug use, swearing, talks of anxiety, panic disorder, mental illness, talks of suicide

Summary: Modern Eddie + reader are early 30s. Eddie is the famous lead singer/guitarist of Corroded Coffin, who has gotten himself into legal trouble due to his antics and drug use. Eddie broke your heart many years ago and he receives a letter from you asking to meet to talk about what happened between you two so long ago. Secrets are talked about, mental walls are built and broken down. Most of this series will be in Eddie's POV. (I will also be putting song inspirations on each part 🤍)

Word Count: 5k

A/N: There will be a LOT of mentions of heavy drug use in this series. This series DOES NOT glorify the use of drugs. It is not cool, it is not fun, it is something that destroys people and everyone around them. I have loved and lost people I know to drug and alcohol use, a lot of what you read here is my own personal experience from what I have seen with my own eyes. I hope this series will spread awareness and will give anyone and everyone who reads this hope. If you or anyone you know is struggling with addiction, please know you are not alone, there is help out there.

The silence is almost deafening as I sit there in my dimly lit office, tapping my finger against the arm of the chair; the metal of my ring clinking as I stare at my therapist, Dr. Catherine Ryan, in front of me. She had a kind smile, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk today.

“What’s bothering you?” She asks gently.

I gaze at her, gnawing on the inside of my cheek. A stupid habit I formed when I stopped using six months ago.

Let’s see, I’m tired of the noise inside my head that is constantly reminding me what a piece of shit I am. I’m lucky that my bandmates don’t hate my guts for the shit I put them through on tour when I was needle deep in a heroin fog and couldn’t remember the lyrics to a fucking song I wrote. My music career is only surviving because the world thinks we’re on a hiatus to write our next album when I actually did a stint in rehab and have court ordered mandatory therapy once a week. The only way I can have therapy is if she comes to my escape cabin in upstate New York and escorted in and out by a security guard.

Oh, I also can’t stop thinking of you, the one whose heart I broke fifteen years ago back in Hawkins, Indiana because I was too scared to love or be loved. The same you who mailed me a letter that I received at my P.O. Box in Boston three days ago, that I haven’t opened yet and sits in my back pocket folded up, because I’m too much of a pussy to see what you have to say.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I tell her, taking a cigarette out of my pocket. I let the smoke fill my lungs and exhale the smoke away from her.

“What do you want to talk about?” She asks, crossing her legs. I stare at her long legs, and my eyes scan up her body. She was curvy and thick, with a perfect set of tits and stunning green eyes. I almost laugh, if a beautiful woman like her was in my house six months ago, it wouldn’t take long before I’d have her bent over the back of my couch, fucking her until she couldn’t take it anymore. But I couldn’t do that anymore. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, or whatever the fuck the saying is.

“Eddie, this is mandatory therapy. I can’t help you if you’re not willing to talk. We’ve had four sessions so far, and the only thing we have talked about is your drug habit.” She seemed annoyed, and I couldn’t blame her.

“I’m only here because of my drug habit.”

“Is that all?”

She was testing me, and I smile at her, leaning my elbows against my knees. “You know, I bet you are really good at helping people and are able to get your patients to sit here and cry about their shitty lives or whatever it is people tell you. But I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, you’re not gonna get it from me.”

“You keep up a guard. Defense mechanism, it’s common in people who have been hurt before.” She says, scribbling a note down.

I narrow my eyes. “I sense judgment in your tone, and I’m not sure I care for it.”

“It’s not judgement, Eddie. It’s an observation. I’m observing you.”

I sit back against my chair and scoff, lighting up another cigarette with the ember of the one I just had. I inhale deeply. “I think our session should be cut early today.”

She closes her notebook and gives you a kind smile. “If that’s what you want.”

“I do.” I tell her.

I get up from my seat as she stands, walking her to the door where the security guard waited outside. I may be an asshole, but I know how to be a gentleman. Chivalry isn’t dead when your name is Eddie Munson. She nods at me as she leaves, handing me her card for the time of the next session for next week and I close the door behind her. I stub out the cigarette in the ashtray and let out a deep sigh. I plop myself on the couch, hearing the crinkle of the letter in my back pocket and I lift my hips to pull it out. I look at the neat print on the front; seeing your handwriting brought back so many memories that I had forgotten about.

Why would you send me a letter? Is it just to tell me how happy you’ve been these last fifteen years since I’ve been gone, that you’re married with children, thriving in your thirties?

“Well, the only way to know is if you open the letter, dipshit.” I mutter to myself. I groan, shaking my head as I rip the letter open and unfold it. It was only two pages, but you had written a lot.

Hey, You’re a tough guy to find, being famous and all. I didn’t think this P.O. Box was real at first, but I ended up tracking down Gareth and he told me it was real. I can’t believe he still has the phone number he’s had since high school. I don’t know why I’m writing you a letter, I guess I could’ve just texted you, he did give me your number, but I wanted this to feel more personal. Like when I’d write you those stupid folded notes in class. I know it’s been a long time, and you’re probably thinking I’m absolutely insane, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you lately. There are so many things that I wanna say to you. There are so many things that were left unsaid, and I guess lately it’s been bothering me. You’re probably not even going to get this, so I don’t even know why I’m continuing to write. I don’t want you to think that I hated you or have hated you this whole time. It would be easier to hate you, believe me, I’ve tried but I physically cannot have that kind of power over me. I’m proud of you, Eddie. You worked so hard to get to where you are, and you made your dreams come true. I knew you could. I want to tell you I’m proud of you in person; to let you know that what happened in the past stays there and we can both move forward in a way. I mean, I just told you now. I know you’re really busy and I feel stupid now. But I will be in Boston in December, the week of the 18th while my aunt is down in Florida for the week, house sitting. Gareth had mentioned you and the band were taking a hiatus to focus on the writing and doing some self reflecting. I would love to see you, especially with the holiday season.

It’s not every day you get to see the boy you’ve known since diapers be on the cover of Rolling Stone magazine, selling out stadiums.

Please don’t feel obligated, though.

I suddenly forgot how to swallow, and I almost choke on my own saliva. You had written your phone number on the bottom of the last page. I swing my legs onto the floor, taking my phone off the coffee table. I scroll to my contact list, and add your name, along with your phone number.

I pause, my hands begin to shake, and I inhale deeply.

“No no no, not now, not now.” Grimacing, I sit back on couch, closing my eyes as my stomach turns to knots and my chest feels like it was going to explode. I can feel the sweat bead at the back of my neck as the panic attack feels like it’s choking me out and I groan. I go into the drawer of the coffee table, pulling out the lorazepam pill bottle, taking a minute to open the cap because my hands were so sweaty. I throw the pill in my mouth, swallowing it dry and breathe in through my nose.

This happens more often now, especially since being off dope, I had to learn how to deal with them like a normal thirty-four-year-old man. It took a lot of convincing for my doctors to give me the lorazepam, but apparently threatening to go and take a hot shot of heroin to kill myself was convincing enough for them to give me the lowest dose of the stupid pill.

I close my eyes. Thinking back to how I got here; how I could’ve lost everything because of my own stupidity, because of my inability to slow down, because I took sex, drugs, rock and roll too literally. All because I refuse to let love into my soul and hold on tight.

One year earlier

The dressing room walls echo with the moans of myself and...I don’t even remember her name. Sarah? Shelly? It doesn’t even matter. I only see the back of her head anyway; she was very blonde. I hold onto her hips tightly, slamming my cock in and out of her. She was screaming like a porn star, and I’m pretty sure she was putting on a show.

“Oooooh, just like that baby. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Oh goddd, you’re so fucking good.” She moans and I roll my eyes, slamming into her harder just to get her to shut up. I reach over to the coffee table to grab my tiny vile of cocaine, I pop open the cap, and pull out of her for a moment. She was still rolling her hips as I sprinkle the drugs onto her ass.

“Stop fucking moving.” I tell her, grabbing the plastic straw and snorting back the drugs into my airways. She moans again when she hears me snort another line off her, and I slam myself back into her. My head falls back in pleasure, the effects of the cocaine causing every single part of my body to pulsate, and I can feel my orgasm approaching.

“Fuuuuck.” I moan, my rhythm getting sloppy, and she groans.

“Cum inside me baby, cum inside me.” She moans and I immediately feel myself go soft. Fuck this. I stop moving and slide myself out of her, she turns to look at me, her mouth opened in a gasp. “Why did you stop?”

I take a cigarette out of my pack and light it. “Get out.”

“What?” She snaps.

“Get your shit and get the fuck out of my dressing room. Telling me to cum inside you, I know what you’re doing.” I take her dress off the floor and throw it at her. Her eyes narrow and she gets up from the couch, throwing the dress over her head.

“You weren’t even that good, fucking junkie!” She yells at me, and I can’t help the laugh that escapes my lungs. She looked like a cartoon character. Her eyes wild, her hair a wild mess, her fake tits bouncing as she storms out of the room. I lean back on the couch, a little mad that I didn’t cum, but whatever, that’s what my hand is for. I don’t know why I invite these women back to my dressing room after every show. Most of the time, these women don’t even know the words to our songs, they just want to be able to tell their friends they fucked a rockstar. I sigh, opening the vile and do another bump. I’m one hundred percent in love with heroin, but I’m an addict. Cocaine just takes the edge off when I need it to. I tie my hair back in a low bun, blowing my bangs out of my face. I stand, catching a glimpse of myself in the fluorescent lit vanity mirror. The lighting made me look terrible; I was thinner than normal. The ram skull tattoo across my abdomen looked discolored, but I know it was just the way the light was hitting it. I was losing muscle mass in both of my arms, but since tattoo sleeves covered both my arms, no one could notice. No one knew how bad it was getting with the dope; I honestly preferred to suffer in silence about it, but I knew they noticed. I would feel Gareth’s eyes burn into the back of my skull whenever I would escape to go into a bathroom, or immediately go into my hotel room to get started on my new supply. I felt terrible keeping it from him, he was my brother, my bandmate, but he didn’t need to worry. I was fine, at least that’s what I told myself.

We had awhile before we hit the next city of the tour. The tour bus felt too crowded, too stuffy. We all decided it would make sense to hide out in a hotel for a few days before we got to Atlanta. I requested my own room of course, the supply I just bought felt like it was burning a hole in my pocket. Isn’t that what they say about money?

Money meant nothing to me; if I lost it all tomorrow, I wouldn’t care. That’s the beauty of this drug, you don’t have a care in the world once that shot courses through your veins.

I lock the door to my room after saying goodnight and head into the bathroom. I pull my shirt over my head and undo the belt from my jeans. I set everything up on the table: fresh needle, the drugs, and water bottle cap. It doesn’t take long for me to pull the dope into the syringe, at this point it’s like riding a bike for me. I sit on the floor against the bathtub, I wrap the belt around my left arm, pulling it tight with my teeth and clench my fist. I see the most perfect vein pop up in the bend of my arm; I have to be careful though, I can’t go to the same spot twice or else I’ll blow up my veins and then more people will notice. I’ve always hated needles, isn’t that ironic? I’m thinking that as the tip of it pinches my skin and my thumb is on the trigger, slowly pushing it down.

“A spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go down…” I sing softly, feeling the sweet burn of the heroin flow like a tsunami in my veins. My eyes flutter close as the most beautiful feeling overcomes me; my head lulls back against the porcelain and I feel a smile grace my lips.

A loud knock at my door startles me out of my high, and I’m pissed.

“Hang on a second.” I mutter and awkwardly pull myself up, undoing the belt from my arm. I place the cap on the needle and toss it behind the doors under the sink.

Knock knock knock knock knock

I toss my sweatshirt over my head, putting a cigarette to my lips. “Yeah, I hear you! Fuck, I’m coming.”

I open the door to find Gareth standing there with his arms crossed, I light the cigarette and wave my hand, tilting my head at him. “Yeah?”

“What are you doing?” He asks me.

“What do you mean what am I doing? I’m not doing anything.” I inhale on the cigarette, and he continues to stare at me. If there was a God, I thank him for giving me brown eyes, because at least he wouldn’t be able to see how my pupils look like pinholes. “Do you wanna come in?”

I move to the side, and he walks by me, I shut the door, locking it.

“Do you want a beer or anything?” I ask him, going into the mini fridge, pulling out two, I could feel myself about to nod, but I quickly stand up, clearing my throat so I can at least look like I’m not fucked up.

“No, I’m fine.” His eyes scan every inch of my room, the floor where my clothes were, Sweetheart laying on the foot of my bed. My necklace I always wore with the red guitar pick laid on the nightstand by the bed. I always take it off before I shoot up, I don’t know why, I think something is going to happen to it if I don’t, it means a lot to me. His eyes fix on my belt on the bathroom floor, he doesn’t say anything, but I know what he’s thinking.

“Gareth, if you got something to say, man, just say it.” I tell him, leaning against the small table, I ash my cigarette into a coca cola can.

He turns to me; he was still blessed with a baby face that I remember from school. “How bad is it getting?” He almost whispers.

“How bad is what getting?”

“The drugs, man. Come on dude, I know you’re not stupid.” He sits across from me on the foot of the bed, gently moving Sweetheart over.

I sigh. “Gareth, I’m fine. It’s not getting bad.”

He puts his head down, shaking his head. “Don’t fucking bull shit me, Eddie. I’ve known you for almost two decades. Have you even looked at yourself lately?”

I close my eyes, feeling a wave of anxiety hit my lower gut, and I force it to go away by not caring. “Don’t worry about me, man. I’m serious.”

“Of course, I’m gonna fucking worry!” He stands up, his face full of rage. “If you fuck up this tour, our entire music career is in the gutter! How many times have I had to bail you out when you’ve been coming down from a cocaine binge and are late to rehearsal? How many goddamn times have I had to convince cops not to arrest you when you’re inebriated beyond belief. It’s getting fucking old, man.” He towers over my 6-foot frame and again, I start laughing.

His eyes widen. “Are you seriously laughing right now?

“Yeah.” I chuckle. “I am, because it’s funny how you think I’m gonna be the one who’s gonna fuck up this tour. I built this band from the ground up, nothing and no one is gonna fuck that up.”

“Oh fuck you, dude!” He yells at me. “You built this? What happened to you saying this entire band was built on friendship, loyalty and fucking friends who play nerdy games? What happened to that Eddie?”

“Dead.” I give him a sideways smile. “Dead dead dead.”

He looks at me incredulous. “Wow. You’re an actual nightmare.”

“You’re the one who decided to knock on my door.” I place the cigarette in the can, hearing it sizzle out. I cross my arms over my chest, already itching for another shot. “Anything else?”

He scoffs, walking towards the door and stepping out. “No. Have a good night, Eddie.”

“Yeah, you too!” I scream at his back as I shut the door, locking all the locks and kicking the bottom of it. Suddenly, the chair near the table gets a boot from me, followed by the lamp, the paintings on the walls. I smash the beer bottles against the windows, and when I’m finally spent, I collapse on the bathroom floor, digging out the needle. I’ll leave the hotel a couple hundred dollars to pay for whatever I damaged; I’ll hopefully remember to clean up tomorrow.

I’m pretty sure I put too much in it this time, because I’m riding something wild right now. My eyes are half lidded, my breathing is slow but it’s such a peaceful feeling.

“Makes the medicine go down…medicine go down…”

The beginning of that year was when shit started going downhill fast for me. Once I had gotten my panic attack under control, and I felt calmer, I sent you a text message, realizing that tomorrow was the 18th. I typed up, deleted, typed up, deleted, about six different times before finally sending you: Hey stranger, it’s Eddie. Pretty wild to hear from you. I’m currently up in my cabin in upstate NY, but if you are gonna be in Boston. I can make the trip. It would actually be awesome to see you. Hope you are well.

I forgot how nervous you made me, even back then. You were such a kind, beautiful soul, who loved me and took care of me when I didn’t deserve it. I was so nervous all the time because I really loved you too, but I couldn’t…wouldn’t let myself feel it. You were the only woman in my life that knew me, and actually saw me. You were my best friend, always my partner in group activities in elementary school. It was us against the world the minute I kissed you for the first time when we were eighteen, and then it ended with me, burying my head in the sand, because I’m a fucking idiot.

My phone dings and I see your name pop up. Hey!!! Wow, your own cabin huh? Are you a mountain man or something this winter season? I’m sorry if my letter was all over the place, I really should’ve just texted you but, whatever. Here we are now. Yes! Let’s meet, I can give you a spot to meet for coffee? Unless you just want my aunt’s address, I don’t know how Boston is when it comes to famous people.

I type up a message: Boston is one of those cities that is wild to play on stage in front of, but the people don’t give a fuck if you’re famous. Which is why I bought a condo there, I can live out some downtime in peace. Coffee sounds great. Just let me know a time when you are settled.

You quickly respond: Ha! Boston is pretty rad. I’m already here, I got here a day early. I know you got a pretty long drive so we can meet the day after tomorrow if you’d like? Say around 10?

I type up that that time and date worked for me and begin packing a small suitcase to take with me on the trip.

I honestly felt like I was dreaming all this; I get sober, you, a woman that was literally the one that got away because of my own fucking deep-rooted issues, comes back into my life and wants to see me? I feel like I’m living the Notebook. Except, the rated R version where Ryan Gosling is an ex-junkie, who doesn’t build houses, or used to blow cocaine off a woman’s asshole.

I groan, I already know I’m gonna fuck this up again.

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The coffee shop you chose was a place I’ve never been before, it seemed newer, and no one batted an eye when I walked in. I take off my sunglasses and scan the place. It was quaint, quiet, with rustic undertones but mostly modern.

“Eddie?”

My eyes immediately fix on you, sitting in the back booth by a small window, and I feel my heart flutter down to my stomach. God, you were stunning. Your eyes still shone that sparkle in them, your smile was just as adorable as I remembered, especially the dimples in your cheeks. I whisper your name and find myself quickly walking towards you. You wrap your arms around my shoulders, and I let out a deep sigh, almost lifting you off your feet, as I hug the curves of your waist, burying my face into your shoulder. We stay like that for a while, you giggle into my chest, telling me you couldn’t believe it was me and that I was here. I didn’t want to let go, but I knew I had to. We pull away and you are still smiling, looking into my eyes, you lift your hand to gently curl your fingers into my hair and I smile at you.

“I love that you still kept this hair.” You say, shaking your head, looking like you’re still trying to process that I’m standing in front of you.

I gently cup your face, swallowing hard, studying you. You turn your cheek into my hand, and I slowly remove it. You nod for me to sit, and I scoot over into the booth, peeling off my leather jacket. I still stare at your face; I couldn’t believe you were real. The server comes over to take our coffee order, I get mine hot with triple espresso and a shot of caramel, and you get an iced coffee with a shot of vanilla and almond milk. I smile, you’ve kept the same order since you started drinking coffee.

Your eyes fix on mine, and I smile at you, sipping my coffee. “You haven’t changed.” I tell you softly.

“My back will have to disagree with you.” You laugh, spinning the straw with your finger. “You haven’t either, aside from more tattoos.”

I smile; remembering that you were there for most of my smaller ones. I had convinced you back then to get a large tattoo that started from under your breast, all the way down to the top of your hip; that was always my favorite part of you to taste. I cross my legs, feeling a tingle in my lower belly. Fucking pervert.

I notice a few finger tattoos on your right hand, and I nod to them.

“I told you they were addicting.” I laugh. “How many do you have now?”

You laugh, a sound so beautiful to my ears, I want to cry. “Sixteen? Seventeen?”

My eyes widen and I laugh. “No way! Let me see.”

You meet my eyes, your face turning crimson. Of course, there were hidden ones, I immediately feel like I overstepped and go to apologize when you speak. “It’s a lot of random ones, all over. I added some stuff to the rib piece.” That one you show me, you lift up your sweater, and I feel my dick twitch.

Pervert. Dirty pervert. It’s been fifteen years, put your dick away.

The cluster of wildflowers that started from your ribs to your hip had added roses to different spots they ended up entwining into a beautiful ivy vine, before falling off towards your back. I notice the bottom of a small piece on your sternum, and you pull your sweater back down.

“That’s beautiful.” I tell her, smiling. “What have you been doing these last fifteen years?”

“Well, I moved out of Hawkins.” I smile at that, she always wanted to leave that place. “I moved to Maine, I bought myself my own little cabin in the woods. I’m a nurse at the local hospital there.”

My heart practically bursts with pride, and I laugh. “See? You don’t have to be famous to have your own cabin. That’s wonderful, I know that was always a dream of yours, becoming a nurse.”

“Yeah, it’s fulfilling. Heartbreaking 99% of the time but fulfilling.” Your eyes fix on mine again, and we just share comfortable silence as we stare at one another.

“Your eyes are sad.” You say suddenly.

“What?” I snap myself back down to my reality; it was easy to get lost in your eyes.

“You look like you’ve been through hell and back again. Sorry for being blunt, I’m just sorry for whatever is bothering you.” Your eyes show me that same familiar kindness, and I smile awkwardly at you.

“I’m okay.” I tell you, only half lying.

You place your hand over my ringed fingers, gently entwining them. I stare at our hands, and gaze back into your eyes. “What am I doing here?” I whisper to you. I can feel my heart do another back flip, and my brain screams at me to get up and run because I can still feel your love.

Your fingers gently move over the bumps on my rings, and your eyes dart to mine. You spot the small silver chain around my neck, half tucked in my shirt, and you lift your hand to gently pull out the red guitar pick. You finger the plastic and smile. “Wow. You kept this all these years.”

“Of course, I did. I never take it off.” Except when I used to shoot dope, but that’s beside the point. I swallow the lump in my throat. “Sweetheart, why am I here?”

You sigh, giving me a sad smile. “Would it be weird if I said that I really fucking miss you? And for the last fifteen years, I haven’tstopped thinking about you.”

Heart exploding.

My breath hitches and my eyes widen slightly. “But…I hurt you…and I left—"

“I know, I know you did, but” you take my hand again. “Eddie, we were best friends. Since before we could even say those words. You were so important to me. You’re still important to me. How could we throw that away?”

I stare at you, reading your face, gazing at the shape of your mouth, the way your hair falls in waves, the curves of your breasts. I squeeze my eyes shut, pulling my hand away from yours. “You wouldn’t think that anymore once you know what I’ve done, who I’ve become.”

“Then tell me.” You say softly, your eyes dart from my lips, to my eyes. I stare at your lips, remembering how perfectly they fit against mine, how soft they were. How eager you would be when your tongue would slip into my mouth, deepening the kiss, your soft moans vibrating against my mouth as I carefully push myself inside you.

I meet your eyes; you’re waiting for me to say something. I shake my head, running my hands over my hair. I sigh. “How long you got?”

You look at your wrist at a fake watch. “About a week.” I laugh and lean back in my seat, sipping my coffee.

Yeah, I missed you too.

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& so many of you who supported my last series.

I wouldn’t continue writing if it weren’t for you guys giving me the motivation to do it. Love you all!

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cal-daisies-and-briars · 3 months

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Make Me Write!

Hello! I've got a busy Saturday ahead of me tomorrow, so I decided to start the weekend off a bit early. Some new emojis this week! I am having SO MUCH fun with this game.

SEND ME AS MANY AS YOU WANT I AM HUNGRY FOR YOUR EMOJIS

Rules: Send me an emoji corresponding to the WIP - as many as you want! - and I'll write 3 sentences for each emoji and share it. My wips are below:

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🌊 - If You Can Make the Music (Buddie, comaverse spin off)

⚡- Things We’re All Too Young to Know (Buddie, my long ass fic)

🌌- Steal My Sunshine (Buddie)

🚨- Any Other Way (Buddie Switcheroo AU)

🩸- Long Death (Buddie, Vampires!)

📚 - no one can be born too many times (RAVI character study)

🦮 - Heel to Heal (Next Gotcha for Gaza prompt, Buck service dog user fic)

🔮 - Weary Memory (A Buck & Bobby fic, set post season 7, little bit of Cal style magic with a focus on character study and relationships)

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ian-galagher · 1 year

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Thank you for tagging me 🥰🧡 Evie @energievie Coralie @shinygalaxyperson Kaka @stocious Julia @juliakayyy Ri @tanktopgallavich Becki @francesrose3 Lemon @depressedstressedlemonzest Molly @deathclassic Myn @vintagelacerosette

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age: the other day someone told me I'm nearing 40 and it freaked me out because 40 sounds so much older than 30 somehow

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tell me about one of your hobbies: certain people (Leo) have been asking me (repeatedly) when it's Mickey's turn to go in front of Ian's lens... anyway I'm halfway done writing the next chapter of Africa 😁 and ehhh 🚨🔥🥵🚨 but the bad news is I'm super busy for the upcoming 3 weeks so I might not have time to write more for a while... 😭😭😭

what languages do you speak? Today, none 😅

one of your comfort movies: using Ri for inspiration and gonna name a Christmas movie XD A Muppet Christmas Carol, love that movie!

do you have any kids? do you want any? nope, no kids for me, I'm bad enough at looking after myself 😁

cold weather or hot weather? cold over hot, for sure 🥵

you’re at an amusement park. what ride are you going on first? the biggest roller coaster there is... and then all the other ones seem like baby coasters in comparison 😁

what’s your go-to hairstyle/how do you wear your hair most days? short hair gang! All hair out of the way please!

who was your top artist in your spotify wrapped/apple music replay in 2022? it might be Elbow, I love listening to them in the background, but only their slow songs 😁

you’ve just been handed $1000 but you have to spend it on clothes. where are you shopping? I've never liked shopping or clothes lol, I always wear the same thing and I have no idea about brands but I did recently get a new band shirt 😁

wireless or corded headphones? Wireless. Recently made the switch and I was afraid there might be all sorts of downsides to it but it's nice not to tangle with a cord anymore.

finally, tell me something that sparks joy: I had a massive to do list and I chopped it up into smaller lists of only 3 things each and for the last few days I've done a list every day and I'm so proud of myself 😁

Not gonna tag anyone (except @lee-ow) cause I'm super late! But if you see this and want to do it, please do! And tag me in it! 😁

#yay i finally did it!#tag game #tagged

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BVB-Versary

🚨WARNING: Big old sappy post ahead🚨

Exactly one year ago today, I listened to Black Veil Brides for the very first time. So now, a year on, call this a narrative about/reflection on the past year.

I’m not usually one to remember the exact date I started listening to an artist so clearly. The only reason I remember this one so vividly is because of where I physically was at that time. Every summer, my family rents out a beach house for a week and we just go and chill. While on the beach one day, I was listening to music and decided I needed something new, I was bored of what I was listening to and needed to switch it up.

Now in May of that year, I had discovered Andy Black and fell in love with the music. I knew Andy was the lead singer of BVB and that I liked his voice so it just seemed right to try out BVB. I knew they were a bit heavier than Andy's solo music, but it was worth a shot since I had been slowly dipping my feet into some heavier music (for me). If I didn't like it, oh well, it was worth a try.

They had a lot of music and I had no idea where to start, so I did what I always do when trying a new artist: I put every song into one massive playlist and just hit shuffle to start getting a taste. The first song that came on was the Re-Stitch version of Perfect Weapon, I'll always remember being taken aback by that first scream. And as I listened more, I started noting down the names of the songs I was particularly endeared to so I could put them on another playlist to focus on them. Eventually, it came to the point where I was writing down every single song that came on. I always joke that something broke in my brain that day, but really it was like something clicked. Whatever it was about this music, it resonated with me on a level that I did not expect.

After my shuffle experiment, I made it a point every day on that beach vacation to listen to one album in order each day, which worked out for the week. I started with Wretched And Divine, mostly because I noticed a lot of those songs were my favorites. Then came Vale, and TPT, and all the other albums. Needless to say, I was hooked. I spent that week consuming as much BVB content as I could find. I listened to the albums, read interviews, watched both American Satan and Paradise City, anything and everything I could find regarding this band or its members. Torch was the first song I really learned, one distinct memory I have is climbing up the beach house stairs and just repeating the chorus in my head to try and get it down and memorized.

We returned home from that vacation, and I had a new determination to learn all of the songs. I copied the lyrics of every song into a google doc, took a screenshot of my BVB playlist to mark off which songs I learned, and began studying. I started with Vale, don't remember the reason why I chose that, and I would just listen on repeat reading those lyrics over and over to drill them into my brain. Every day was BVB for me. I'd pace around my room learning lyrics, finding old videos, just consuming whatever I could. Then, as a treat for surviving a family wedding at the end of the month, I ordered what would be my first batch of BVB merch.

But this wasn't enough for me, I needed more. I turned to Tumblr (it being my main platform) and just began scrounging for content. A lot of it was older, nothing super active, so I resigned myself to just following the tags and finding content that way.

One day in November, however, I reblogged a gifset of the Wake Up MV with some insane tags that you all are probably used to from me. The next day, I got a DM from someone, the person who I reblogged the set from. They saw my tags, and decided that we were the same level of insane and wanted to talk more. We did the social niceties dance for about two hours that day, and once it clicked that we were both insane about this band, that all went out the window and we went unhinged.

This person, who if you hadn’t figured it out already is Sam aka @bornasaint. That day, I had made my first real BVB friend, someone who I could talk to about this band and it was cathartic to just be able to talk to someone who understood me. We were both newer fans, which I think helped in how quickly we bonded. That same month, I started my own BVB tumblr blog (the blog you’re reading this on now, obviously) because I knew this obsession wasn't going anywhere. Also in that month, we started the Black Veil Beloveds server, which was a test run of trying to find more active BVB fans. Obviously it worked, because the BVBeloveds are still going strong.

December of that year, Spotify Wrapped came out as always. Even though I had only started listening in August, BVB was my most played artist of the year at 25,000 minutes played. I was officially deemed as down bad by Spotify. And I was content with that, proud even.

But, soon enough, Tumblr became not enough for me. A lot of it was just old pictures, nothing super current or active. So around February/March of this year, I revamped my twitter that I had barely been using and started making headway into BVBtwt. I'll admit, I was nervous. I hadn't really been active in a fandom twitter space in a long time. But, one day a tweet came up on my timeline asking for people wanting to start a new BVB group chat. I took the plunge, and stated my interest. That group would quickly become yet another set of dearly insane friends. Even though I was a newer fan compared to many and a little bit older than the space I found myself in, I was welcomed in and felt excited to have this again. Something had sparked in me upon finding this band and I felt creatively and socially recharged.

I used to say I wish I had gotten into BVB earlier in my life to experience some of the eras of the band that I hadn't been able to due to not knowing the band existed. But now, I realize that I found them when I needed to, when it was right for me. Call it fate if you will, but I couldn't ask for better timing. This band had defined my senior year of college, so much so that I decorated my grad cap with a lyric from Torch and took them with me to graduation.

And now, one year on, I am at that same house. We rented out the same house from last year, the same one where I spent hours on the deck looking out at the ocean and listening to BVB. That one choice that I made, just to try out this band to see if I liked them, took my life in a completely new directory. A year ago, I never would’ve pictured myself going to a BVB concert and buying VIP for it, but here I am now, 48 days away from meeting them.

And now that I’ve narrated my entire journey of falling in love with this band, some thanks are in order.

First, to Sam, my dear bestie. Thank you for finding my tags amusing enough that you wanted to reach out and thank you for dealing with my insanity, from Bestie Those Are Your Tits to Biersussy and every insane inside joke in between.

To the BVBeloveds, another thank you for putting up with me and my obsession with Andy’s black button down shirts.

To that twitter GC, thank you for being welcoming, our inside jokes have changed me, I don’t know if I’d call it for the better, but they certainly have changed me.

And finally, thank you to Black Veil Brides, for making music that could resonate so deeply with your fans and for solidifying that connection throughout the years.

I promise I'm almost done rambling, but I’ll leave you all with this. My favorite song (if you couldn’t tell by the Everything about me) is Wake Up. That song struck a chord with me, particularly the line “we’ll be here when their heart stops beating”. And I think it resonated with me because that’s the power of music. Even when you are gone, that music remains, those memories remain. Music is eternal, and it changed my fucking life.

So, here’s to my one year BVB-versary, as I like to say, and here’s to many more years of insanity.

#black veil brides #bvb #black veil army #maeve.txt #that got very long and rambly whoops #if you actually read all of that i am giving you a little kissie on the forehead #just a lil mwah

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U.S. will deploy F-35 aircraft carrier and fighter attack group near Israel

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 10/09/2023 - 08:53am in Military, War Zones

U.S. Secretary of Defense Lloyd Austin announced on Sunday that he ordered the attack group of aircraft carrier USS Gerald Ford to sail to the Eastern Mediterranean to prepare to help Israel after the recent Hamas attack, which resulted in more than 1,000 victims on both sides.

Just a few hours ago, more than 250 music lovers lost their lives at the Supernova festival, held in the southern desert of Israel, when Palestinian militants invaded the festival and opened fire in a surprise attack. A siren sounded at dawn, warning of the arrival of rockets, quickly followed by shots, according to eyewitnesses.

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On October 9, the Israeli military reported that Hamas held hostages in Gaza and that the conflict resulted in more than 700 victims, with more than 2,150 injured. In addition, 3,284 rockets were fired from Gaza.

Secretary Austin said he spoke with Israel's Defense Minister Gallant to express U.S. support for the people of Israel and to receive updates on Israel's efforts to restore security and protection after the Hamas attack.

The USS Gerald R. Ford, the Navy's newest and most advanced aircraft carrier, will lead this mission, accompanied by cruisers and destroyers, including the Ticonderoga-class guided missile cruiser USS Normandy (CG60) and the Arleigh-Burke-class guided missile destroyers USS Thomas Hudner (DDG 116), USS Ramage (DDG 61), USS Carney (DDG 64) and USS Roosevelt (DDG 80). They will be deployed in the Eastern Mediterranean, near Israel.

The aircraft carrier attack group, based in Norfolk, Virginia, has already been in the Mediterranean last week, conducting naval exercises with Italy in the Ionian Sea. This deployment marks the first complete deployment of the aircraft carrier.

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In addition to the repositioning of the aircraft carrier attack group, Secretary Austin plans to increase the presence of U.S. Air Force squadrons with F-35 Joint Strike Fighters stealth aircraft, as well as F-15, F-16 and A-10 squadrons in the region, as recommended by the secretary in the statement.

Secretary Austin reiterated the United States' unwavering support for Israel's right to self-defense and provided updates on U.S. actions in response to the situation. He emphasized that these measures aim to strengthen the U.S. military stance in the region to improve regional deterrence efforts.

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He also informed Minister Gallant that the United States is sending additional equipment and resources, including ammunition, to reach Israel in the coming days.

Both leaders agreed to remain in close contact for the next few days and weeks.

Hamas is recognized by the U.S. Department of State as a foreign terrorist organization and governs Gaza, a territory that the State Department considers occupied by Israel.

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911fandomweekly · 2 years

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Hello, 9-1-1 Fandom!

Welcome to this week’s edition of the 9-1-1 Fandom Weekly, where we update you on all of the events going on in the fandom this week!

This Week in 9-1-1 ◈ November 21st

🔹 Tarlos Weekly Prompts @tarlosweeklyprompts This week’s prompts are: → Prompt #1: Thanksgiving. (just a general prompt, do what you want with it! First Thanksgiving together? Thanksgiving gone wrong? Meet-Cute? Canon? Whatever you want! Can't wait to see what you guys come up with!) → Prompt #2: Family Reunion. Carlos takes TK to his family reunion and lovable chaos happens. Submissions are due by 5pm ET Saturday, November 26th.

🔹 The 118 Weekly @the118discord November’s theme is Music. This week’s prompt is Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift or Maroon by Taylor Swift. Submissions are always ongoing/welcome.

🔸 Tarlos Monthly Prompts @tarlosmonthlyprompts This month’s theme is Cozy. Check out the blog post for prompt info!

COMING SOON (starting within a month)

(nothing at the moment, let us know if we’re missing something!)

🚨No new 9-1-1 episode tonight. 9-1-1 returns next week!🚨

If anything is missing from this list, please let us know!

You can also check out our blog for a comprehensive archive of Past Events, as well as all of the Upcoming Events that we know about.

Have a great week!

#911 fandom weekly #911 on fox #911 lone star #911 fandom #911 events #911

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the-becka · 2 years

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🚨Bad Egg Merch Alert!🚨 Behold! Post-Apocalyptic Cyborg Chickens arise from the coop to take over the world 🌎 🐓 Had fun working with @bad_egghc on this t-shirt design for @kw_punkrockflea’s Stay Cold event (thanks so much!🖤)! Happening next weekend on March 11 ❄️ If you dig hardcore music, the band just released a new single this past week—check out their socials and their bandcamp too! #KWPRFMStayCold #BadEggHC #cyborgchickens #illustration #postapocalyptic #merch #tshirtart #kitchenerhardcore #punkrock #chickens #scifi https://www.instagram.com/p/CpYxq8HMMqB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#kwprfmstaycold #badegghc #cyborgchickens #illustration #postapocalyptic #merch #tshirtart #kitchenerhardcore #punkrock #chickens #scifi

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heiscomingtomygrave · 1 year

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my flight keeps getting fucking delayed im gonna.

anyways im watching the new of here's my liveblog:

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ohhh nick having bad timing is gonna be a theme this ep i see

oooohhhh its raysand domesticity hours

NICK WHAT RE YOUR DOING

mew and top continue to pull stepford wives-esque "couples stuff"

once again im getting "typical BL couple" from them and i think it's intentional

sand...honestly i think he would be so annoying irl. pretentious starving-artist guy. also he cant fucking sing yet he still tries to and thinks he can build a career out of this? honey no. and has the worst hot-topic punk fashion sense and 2014-era hipster music taste. sorry boo.

OBAMA PANTS

where the hell are they shopping

[PAUSED BC MY FLIGHT WAS CANCELLED WHAT THE FUCK. NOW I HAVE TO DEAL WITH SHIT.]

finished warching on my phone so i couldnt liveblog. shh concentrating on remembering what i thought. things that jumped out at me:

ok.

ok what are the Metaphors in top and mew always having dates with some form of sensory separation (lazer tag=dark room, silent disco=dark, can't hear each other, blind dinner(which btw. what the hell.)=can't see eachother

trying to suss out top and mew's Deal is having me doing Kombucha Girl faces on loop.

the scene of sand and ray at the concert is hilariously framed they are like towering over everyone

i Did Not Like ray sitting on that ledge

nick saying boston "deserves" revenge porn for being a slut 🚩🚨🚩🚨🚩🚨 viewers and characters alike have been urging Nick to get away from Boston but it just keeps getting reinforced that it should really be the other way around...

sooo many interruptions this ep.

NOT THE I LOVE YOUS OH JESUS. oh no. this IS the worst couple you know. the ones you gotta just sit and watch even though they make you physically nauseous.

these actors may be pretty good at drunk acting but im sorry i dont think any of you have been stoned before (also kinda funny in thai dramas weed is just "drug that makes you giggly and horny")

boston continues to be the world's biggest ass. any actual news?

heartbroken sand 🥺

overall: nothing huge happened this ep it felt like? seemed kinda fillery. guess we got some punches in. more of that next week it seems.

DRAKE!?

oh i forgot. i was rolling on the floor at sand's explanation of his name omg

#only friends #ohmposting #ofts lb

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The country singer–turned–pop star is has been writing and recording her latest album in Nashville in recent weeks, a source claimed to The Sun in a report from Tuesday.

According to the source, the music on the upcoming album will be a completely different dive compared to her other previous releases.

'Taylor is enjoying the process of tinkering with new sounds and is set to showcase a range of genres on her next album, which will surprise her fans,' the music insider revealed.

The source explained that the singer will work with a number of different artists in the making of her newest album.

'It’ll also be her most collaborative album yet and she is eager to work with up-and-coming female artists and producers.'

In regards to the overall sound of the album, some of the tracks are similar to songs from other top music artists.

'She recently invited some friends to write with her and the songs they came up with reminded her team of Stevie Nicks and Joan Armatrading,' the insider added.

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New Music Alert 🚨 My new song “Later” will be out next Friday on September 16th✨ It will be the first single for my upcoming double EP superuniverse.

Superuniverse is a double EP with 2 “sides”. Side I will be comprised of my lighter, brighter pop works and Side II will have my moodier, more nebulous songs. The EP’s represent the two sides of my artistic identity that currently make up my creative universe. It will be available for streaming and as a vinyl record. Due to supply chain stuff, the vinyl will be arriving a bit later, but I can’t wait to show you when it’s ready! I’ll be releasing several singles along the way until then.

My patreon subscribers in the “Shooting Star” tier will have access to the song 1 week early this Friday on September 9th via private streaming link. I am SUPER excited and I can’t wait to share it with you!

#new music #album art #superknova #superknovamusic #queer pop

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musicwasbetter · 2 years

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🚨🚨new episode🚨🚨 You may think based on the title of this episode that we’re talking about that MachineGOON Kelly song and you would be wrong! After what Willow’s dad did, can you imagine? This week Vintown and Sammerz are talking about two mid-2000s emo criers: “MakeDamnSure” by Taking Back Sunday and “Hands Down” by Dashboard Confessional. Not only that, but they have a special guest to help them do it, Music Was Better’s official emo correspondent: Ashley! We start off with “MakeDamnSure” as we get into the lyrics, the song’s MySpace and AIM legacy, its ranking on the best songs of 2006, and Degrassi: The Next Generation. Craig and Manny shippers, this one’s for you. The YouTube comment dive is interesting as always with hero moms, problematic relationships, and the kind of america-style-squeamishness we’ve come to know and love. Things get slightly more upbeat with “Hands Down”. We share some personal stories, talk lyrics, Dashboard’s downer reputation, and One Tree Hill. Teen dramas in the 2000s really loved this emo shit, y’all. If you think there are some people in the YTC talking about their past relationships, you would be right! Hey, one of two ain’t bad. We celebrate all DC fans here, from a bitch for love to a fat, 39-year-old drunk. The songs may be emo, but this episode is anything but. To subscribe, you can find us on Apple, Google, Spotify, or whatever podcast app you use by searching “Music Was Better”. You can also head to https://linktr.ee/musicwasbetter for all of our links. Or paste http://feeds.feedburner.com/MusicWasBetter into the “add feed manually” option on your podcast app. Follow us on all forms of social media at @musicwasbetter #takingbacksunday #dashboardconfessional #makedamnsure #handsdown #emo #musicwasbetter #podcast #podcasts https://www.instagram.com/p/CeO9LF_u2oS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#takingbacksunday #dashboardconfessional #makedamnsure #handsdown #emo #musicwasbetter #podcast #podcasts

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Tune in every Saturday 2pm-5pm Est on @power891wnzn and catch Da Fixx Squad. This week's special guest is @redcarpetmogul CEO, HAG-Helpppp Agency Group, USAToday & WSJ BestSelling Author, Creator/EP @allstargospel @gospelgoestohollywood @TheMIC_us @AllStarInspire1 @AllStarFaith1 @SheroAwards We will discuss Enterpernurship, Global Legendary Legacy Leadership Honoree, Business Success Secrets , challenges of working in the industry, black culture and unity, education and the importance on inspiring the next generation, Nba Allstar Gospel Celebration and much more on this episode of Da Fixx! 🚨DOWNLOAD @power891wnzn APP (LINK IN BIO)🚨 •NEW MUSIC •EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEWS •REAL TALK TOPICS •KINGDOM ADVANCEMENT • • • #dafixxradioshow #power89.1fm #faithinfused #coalitionkingdom #webreakpurpose #christian #chh #billboard #hiphop #rapzilla #urbangospel #dafixxisin #god #bible #jesusandtrapmusic #victory #reachrecords #gh3radio #ryzemag #ryzemagazineexclusive #christianhiphop #kingdom #wearesmartphoneradio #stellarawards #gospelmusic #doveawards #holyculture

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growinstablog · 4 years

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How to Use Snapchat for Business: 5 Tips from Everlane

Everyone’s talking about Snapchat, and with over 100 million daily active users, there’s a ton of potential to use Snapchat for business. But, like other social networks, using Snapchat for business is very different than using it personally and it can be intimidating to know where to start. To help you figure out the best way to use Snapchat for your business, we talked to the social team at Everlane, one of the most successful brands on Snapchat. Here are their 5 tips and strategies on how you can use Snapchat for business:

How Everlane Uses Snapchat for Business

Everlane is an apparel startup rooted in their motto of “radical transparency,” and have seen massive success on Instagram with a growing following of over 250,000 people. As a leader in social media marketing, they were also one of the first brands to be vocal and invest in using Snapchat for business. Almost two years ago, when most of the adult population thought that Snapchat was just an app for teens, they wrote on their blog that “Snapchat is going to become the defacto social channel for Everlane.” They’ve been committed ever since, writing that “Snapchat gives us the chance to explore transparency in a completely new way. No fancy cameras. No editing. Just raw, live, footage. It’s beautiful, and it’s the platform for the modern generation.”

Can we turn this white linen shirt into our new indigo?https://t.co/wgoCW1SHrFpic.twitter.com/tfw6Qs0zhp

Their Snapchat stories showcase the transparent culture of Everlane, giving their followers a glimpse at their staff retreats, product photo-shoots, factory tours, and just general life at the Everlane office. Each week they host a popular “Transparency Tuesday” segment, where people can ask Red and Isadora, Everlane’s social team, any question they want, and their audience loves it. In fact, Everlane is so successful on Snapchat that they’re even accepting job applications via Snapchat.

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To help you get the most out of using Snapchat for business, here are 5 tips to help you create, plan, and promote your Snapchat story:

1. Know What Makes a Good Snapchat Story

Since using Snapchat for business is different than how you would use Snapchat personally, it’s important to know what makes a good Snapchat story for brands! “Fundamentally, what makes a good story is the ability for the story to tell a story,” says Isadora Sales. Creating a narrative is key to having success on Snapchat for business, “whether it’s simple or complex, having a narrative is a simple way to get more people engaged in your story” she says.

Today on #TransparencyTuesday: a lesson in photo editing.https://t.co/wgoCW1SHrFpic.twitter.com/95ud6yQujd

To keep their followers engaged, Everlane frequently adds fun music, stickers, and emoji to their Snapchat stories. “A good story has to make people say ‘wow’ or ‘I didn’t know you could do that on Snapchat’” notes Red Gaskell. Everlane is a big believer in using Snapchat organically and not using third-party apps or pre-recorded video footage (note: using third-party Snapchat apps to upload content is against their terms of service and it’s common to get your account banned for using them). Instead, they stick within the confines of Snapchat as a mobile app and try to use it creatively and be as original as possible.

2. How to Generate Ideas for a Snapchat Story

Once you’ve decided to get your business on Snapchat, the next step is creating content for your Snapchat stories! Coming up with fresh ideas for your Snapchat can seem intimidating, but just think of like another channel for your content calendar. When you plan out content for the month (or week), think about how you can promote a product or marketing release with a Snapchat story, and plan for it just like you would plan any other social media content. Similar to how you would take and edit photos, plan out your Instagram feed, and write your Instagram caption, you can do the same for Snapchat! The only difference is that you have to create the content live, since you can’t schedule Snapchats like you can schedule Instagram posts.

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IT’S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN.https://t.co/wgoCW1SHrFpic.twitter.com/HQyH1rou9b

After you’ve filled in your calendar with Snapchat story ideas for your launches, start thinking about what else you can snap. Everlane looks at other events happening with their company, like a team happy hour, special office visits, or a photoshoot, and together they brainstorm some ideas for Snapchat. “Our Snapchat stories are inspired by film,” explains Isadora, so they will often do acting or word association exercises to see what inspires them. After they have their list of Snapchat story concepts, they’ll send an email to the marketing team and ask for other people to pitch them some concepts, because “sometimes asking someone else will spark a whole new idea.”

3. Plan and Storyboard Your Snapchat Stories

Everlane takes Snapchat for business seriously, even though their actual content is super fun. When it comes to planning ahead, “some days we just say ‘let’s go shoot a story,’ and those are more like update stories where we fill our customers in,” explains Red. But for their more elaborate stories, they try to be as planned as possible, with the freedom to be organic. Here are their steps to planning a Snapchat story:

Come up with a concept for your story

Create a loose storyboard and think about different angles you can film from

Test out your storyboard, and add or remove elements based on what fits best

Shoot your Snapchat story!

Why is storyboarding important for your Snapchat story? “Storyboarding helps you fame the story and set an expectation,” says Red. But it’s important to be flexible, because as you’re shooting a story, your audience can comment back through snaps and spark a new idea or directions.

Sound like a lot of work? Having a recurring Snapchat series like Everlane’s “Transparency Tuesday” can help you save time, because they don’t require as much storyboarding. Plus, your audience will come to expect that same story from you each week, so they’ll be more engaged to view your story!

4. Engage With Your Community on Snapchat

Snapchat for business doesn’t mean that you will just post content to your story, you’ll also get to chat with them! It’s a super fun and personal way to communicate with your audience and potential customers directly. To receive snaps from your followers, go to your “settings” and under “Who Can Contact Me” choose “Everyone.” While you’re at it, you’ll also want to make sure that “Who Can View My Story” is also set to “Everyone.”

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Now, your followers can send you photo or video snaps, and then can send you a chat while they’re viewing your story with questions or comments. You can also ask them questions on your story to inspire them to start sending you snaps! It’s important to take the time to engage with your Snapchat community, even if you’re a brand with thousands of followers like Everlane. “We open every single snap and we reply back,” says Red. “Especially when they send us a snap of their order, we’ll send a quick selfie back. It’s my favourite part about Snapchat, you get to see people’s responses to your work and you get that immediate reaction.”

Update: We tried. https://t.co/wgoCW1SHrFpic.twitter.com/y7Lin0RD86

5. Promote Your Snapchat Story on Other Channels

After you’ve posted your Snapchat story, the last step is to promote it! Not only will promoting your Snapchat story help you get more views, it will also help you get more followers. Provide a reason for your followers on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram to add you to Snapchat by teasing some of your content on other channels and telling your followers what you’ll be snapping today. Here’s some ideas for promoting your story on each social network:

Twitter and Snapchat:

Everlane promotes their Snapchat content on Twitter the most, and they started with screenshots of their Snaps with a link to view the story. “When we realized that screenshots weren’t as engaging, we switched to sharing little clips from our story which we would then post to Twitter,” explained Isadora.

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Everlane also uses Twitter to ask their audience what they should snap, or what the theme of their “Transparency Tuesday” Snapchat series should be that week. “Twitter polls work well for us, because people can answer quickly without having to think a ton for themselves,” said Isadora. They’ve even hosted some “Snapchat pop quizzes” with Twitter polls to quiz their followers about the content of a story!

What should the next #TransparencyTuesday theme be?

Instagram and Snapchat:

Everlane’s Instagram feed is beautifully curated, but they’ve still thought of creative ways to promote their Snapchat story on Instagram. “We’ll show a beautiful moment on Instagram, and we’ll either say ‘see more on Snapchat’ or use the ghost emoji and our username,” said Red. Teasing your Snapchat content on Instagram is a great way to entice your Instagram followers to move over to Snapchat and follow you there as well. Check out How to Turn Instagram Followers into Snapchat Friends for more strategies!

Everlane also utilizes their Instagram bio to share their Snapchat handle. There’s two common practices for this on Instagram: you can either write “Snapchat: Everlane” or just use “👻: Everlane” (most people understand that the ghost emoji means “Snapchat”).

If you have set days of the week for Snapchat content, like Everlane’s “Transparency Tuesday,” you can easily schedule Instagram posts in advance with Later and write about your Snapchat story in the caption.

Free Instagram Scheduler

Facebook and Snapchat:

If you’re really committed to growing your Snapchat followers, creating mobile ads for Facebook is a great way to build your audience. If you limit the ad to mobile-only and input the “snapchat.com/add/username” URL, when someone clicks on the ad they will be taken right to their Snapchat app where they can instantly add you. It’s a seamless mobile experience and an innovative way of capturing new leads.

After your Snapchat story has expired, it doesn’t have to be gone forever! Simply “save” your story to your camera roll and upload it to Facebook to live forever. Show your Facebook fans what they’re missing on Snapchat, and add a link to your Snapchat in the caption to get them to follow you! Everlane is putting together a blooper reel of failed Snapchats, and will post it to Facebook as a fun and creative way to get more Snapchat followers.

These 5 tips will help you become a Snapchat for business pro in no time! Check out our blog for more social media strategies, and don’t forget to follow us on Snapchat to stay up-to-date on breaking Instagram news, Snapchat features, and more! Add us: latermedia 👻 and don’t forget to follow Everlane too!

Later is the simpler way to plan, schedule, and manage multiple Instagram accounts so you can spend less time posting and more time snapping!

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