#S: Rosanne

[harveyb-wabbit92]

{Spark doll au: 80 bursts into R/n's home when he realizes R/n and Belial weren't just roommates. (After Neo and 21 had to point it out to him.).]

80: YOU TWO ARE HAVING S*X!?

[Cut to a view Belial lazily lying on the couch in R/n's lap watching TV.]

Belial: We are? R/n why didn't you say anything I would've put the remote down.

R/n, shrugs: Eh, Guyver was on.

80, To Belial: DO YOU REALIZE HOW MANY RULES YOU'RE BREAKING RIGHT NOW?!

Belial: Correction. Those are rules of the IGDF and M78. Rules of a society and organization that no longer apply to me; seeing as I am no longer apart said society nor was I ever a member of IGDF to begin with.

[80 was speechless because he couldn't argue back, Belial was technically right, after some reassurance and confirmation with R/n that it was all consensual and that Belial didn't force her into it, 80 left it alone, since it really wasn't any of his business and couldn't stop them.]

[krispyweiss]

Trailer for “Long Story Short: Willie Nelson 90” Names Names

- Film culled from Nelson’s birthday bash hits theaters June 11-14

A Dead man, a Stone, a Dogg, a New Bohemian, a Highwayman, a Particle of the Real and half of CSNY are among those who made the cut for “Long Story Short: Willie Nelson 90.”

Previously announced for a short run - June 11-14 - in theaters, “Long Story” now has a trailer. And the trailer names names; they include: Billy Strings, Bob Weir, Booker T. Jones, Keith Richards, Margo Price, Dave Matthews, Emmylou Harris, Edie Brickell, Gary Clark Jr., Snoop Dogg, Kris Kristofferson, the Avett Brothers, Rosanne Cash, Lyle Lovett, Stephen Stills, Neil Young and, of course, Willie, Lukas and Micah (Particle Kid) Nelson, among others.

All of these and more will appear in the two-hour-plus film.

Nelson was feted for his 90th over two six-hour nights - April 29 and 30 - in California and so many guests came to the party, some inevitably remained on the cutting-room floor.

6/2/23

[deertism]

🧁 — Natsuki npt(s) ! requested by anon

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🎀 — pronouns ; love / loves , love / sick , bake / bakes , cup / cake , po / peom , swe / sweet , che / cherish , kiss / kisself , cu / cute , lover / lovers , ador / adores , val / valentine , rib / ribbon , lace / laceself , de / devotion , he / heart , crush / crushself , 🧁 / 🧁self , 🎀 / 🎀self , 🩷 / 🩷self , 🌸 / 🌸self , 💌 / 💌self , ✒️ / ✒️self

🩷 — titles ; the lovesick , the lover ⓘ , the lovestruck , prn who adores , the baker , prn who makes delicious treats , prn who writes poems , the poet , the cute / adorable one , prn who is cute / adorable , prn who yearns , prns everlasting passion , prns everlasting love , the muse , prns devotion ⓘ , the sugarcoated , prns sweetness ⓘ

[roguehongsami]

Velvet Crowbar | Pt. 4

pairing/s: rockstar!wooyoung x fem!couturier

genre/s: fluff, angst, au

synopsis: y/n's wedding turns into a televised public lynching, which almost costs her her career.

content: 1995/2001. closure, public humiliation, reconciliation, pregnancy.

word count: 3.9k

navigation: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

masterlist here

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ selena // dreaming of you

"I know you're all very busy people, so I'll keep it brief; I'll be stepping down as the CEO of Archibald Scott. Effective immediately." Y/N spoke sternly.

There were protests coming from all the board members. Taken aback by this announcement.

"The runway show was a massive success, your line just put the organization on the map. Why the sudden departure?" a board member, Mrs. Phelps queried.

"In a few weeks, there are personal matters that are going to come into light. And I'd prefer to handle them as an individual entity, and not as the corporation's figurehead."

[ . . . ]

With Wooyoung's advice, Y/N made her deadline. The launch of her new junior line, inspired by her youth, was a success. Every publication was singing her praises after the runway show. Introducing an alternative-inspired look in haute couture was a career-defining risk, one that shot her to exospheric heights. Archibald Scott was officially in the big leagues, challenging heavyweight houses.

Everything fell into place.

The wedding day had finally arrived, and it could not be any more perfect. The big day was held at a massive cathedral with gothic architecture. As non-religious Y/N was, it was what she had envisioned. The press was already set up in the church, cameras at all angles to capture every moment. The union of a fashion titan and a rugby icon was highly anticipated. It was going to be broadcast live.

Donning a silk-chiffon fit-and-flare dress, with a square neckline and a train in the back, the dress was topped off with a bow in the back. Paired with opera gloves, diamond studs and a tennis necklace. White stilettos and a lace veil that stretched down to her elbows, to tie the ensemble together.

Taking in her own image, she could not believe how far she had come. She stood in front of the mirror, studying herself. It was time to tie the knot and move on to the next chapter of her life. Murphy held her hand, catching her eyes in the mirror, and gave her a proud smile.

"You really deserve this." Murphy embraced her.

"You think so?" Y/N asked.

Murphy nodded. "Definitely. I've waited for this day since we were eight."

She started pacing in the room, her heartbeat picking up speed. She couldn't help the pit in her stomach, something was off. Every muscle in her body felt tight. She took off her gloves, throwing them on the couch. Fanning herself, as she begun to feel heated.

"Is it hot in here?" she fanned harder. "Or am I just nervous?"

Her friends exchanged worried glances.

Rosanne stopped her in her tracks, grabbing her shoulders. "Relax, breathe." she pressed her hand against Y/N's chest. "I have Xanax... if you want it."

"Why do you have Xanax, aren't you breastfeeding?" Caroline gave Rosanne a confused look.

Murphy led Y/N to the couch, sitting her down. She covered her with a thick blanket before giving her a half-glass of red wine. Before making her way out of the room, Murphy spoke.

"There's something I need to do, but I'll be back before you have to walk."

[ . . . ]

As Murphy made her way down the spiraling staircase, dress in hand to keep from tripping, she half-jogged back to Y/N's room. Her heels clinking against the cobblestone. She reached the entrance where Caroline and Rosanne stood. Their eyes wide in disbelief and at a loss for words.

"Is she... Is she still... nervous?" Murphy spoke as she tried to catch her breath between words.

Rosanne and Caroline nodded as they stepped away from the door. Murphy opened the door, head peeking in. Y/N stood by the window, humming a tune. She turned to see Murphy looking at her.

"It's easier to ask for your forgiveness than permission." Murphy spoke in a hushed tone. "I would hate myself if I didn't facilitate a dialogue between you two, before taking the biggest plunge of your life."

Murphy stepped in as she opened the door a bit more. Wooyoung came in, a look of worry painted across his face. Donning a black tuxedo and white button-up shirt, with black oxfords and his hair neatly parted down the middle. He approached Y/N until they stood merely inches away. Murphy left the room. They stood in absolute silence for a few seconds, just staring at each other.

"Murphy said you wanted to talk." he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

"Tell me that I'm making a big mistake, that I'm making excuses to stay away from you."

Taken aback, he ruminated on his words. He looked back at everything that led them to this very moment. This was the moment he had waited for. 12 years. His second chance. He decided to take that moment to prove that he had truly matured in that time. It was his defining "adult" act.

"A part of me is happy you said that but..." he hung his head, defeated. "I think it's time our chapter came to an end."

Wide-eyed, she looked up at him. These were not the words she wanted to hear. She wanted a reason to walk out that door, to leave Brady. Convinced that it was a promise that had to be fulfilled, more than ever, she was willing to turn her back. Wooyoung's return sparked a light that had dimmed in 1983.

"I know it's not what you wanna hear but Bradford's been there for you for the past nine years. That's longer than our three months." he took her hands and smiled. "I made you the worst version of yourself and–"

She shook her head disapprovingly. "No, you didn't. Had you not signed me up for art classes, I'd be stuck in a dead-end job I hate."

A stray tear came down his cheek, smiling at her words. He'd never admitted how he made her life hell, and he was oblivious to it too. The time between their reunion and her wedding day, reflecting on their past made him ashamed of the darkness he had brought into her life. Hearing her words, it was only then he saw the positive influence he'd enacted on her.

And that's exactly how he wanted their story to conclude.

"You pushed me to be who I am today. A part of why I started Bloodhound was to prove I was right for you." he gently squeezed her hands. "But ultimately, eighteen year old girls should be having the time of their lives. Not getting pregnant, not getting abortions, not running away from home, not dealing with exes who OD. You were way too young for the shit I got you into."

His words weighed heavy on her heart. All he had to do was tell her to call everything off. His constant remarking of their youth was only adding on to her growing regret.

"But you did give me one hell of a time, even if it was three months." she broke into a sob. "I had not been that happy since before my dad..."

"Bradford is the kind of husband you deserve because he's never put you through what I did. You are my first and only love. I'll never love another girl the way I do you, you've set the bar too high. But Bradford? He's surpassed me. I sought you out to try and change your mind, but that would only prove what all the Kialecombe parents said about me." he cocooned her in his arms. "Give Bradford a chance to prove himself. You gave me one when you shouldn't have. It's time I let you go."

He cupped her face. "I want you to have a simple life with simple love, not the destructive all-consuming thing we had, okay?"

She cried even more, shaking her head. She grabbed his wrists and looked at him, glossy-eyed and wet lashes. "Woo, please don't..."

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, Woo."

They shared a deep, passionate kiss. One they had not shared in over a decade. That was it for them. That ship had finally sailed, a new page had been turned. A bitter end to something that started off so sweet, and only soured with time. Wooyoung felt a weight had been lifted off his shoulder, owning up to his wrongs how he should have in the past.

Y/N experienced a devastating second heartbreak, by the same man yet again.

Wooyoung left the room and immediately, her friends hurried in. Murphy was the first to get to her. She apologised profusely, explaining that she felt Brady was not the one. Admitting that Wooyoung's association with Seonghwa was the reason she condemned their relationship, she had grown to understand why Y/N gravitated towards him.

Wooyoung truly loved her for who she was and all she could be.

Brady loved what she could do for him.

[ . . . ]

Her arm was looped around Mrs. Scott's, with violet and blue–gradient hydrangeas in hand. They stood behind the doors, awaiting their cue to walk. Silence befell the cathedral. The giant bell outside the church tolled four times, catching the attention of passer-bys. All those in attendance stood and faced the doors. A violin rendition of Dreaming of You began playing.

They waited a while longer before the doors opened. Gathering every breath she could, Y/N was very wound up. A gutless wonder who couldn't call the wedding off. Instead, she chose to persist until the very end. Whether that end came in the form of a dissolution, hopefully initiated by Brady, or death.

The singer was enchanting, the choir harmonizing her lines only added to the ethereal ambience in the church. Everyone's eyes were glued to Y/N as Mrs. Scott accompanied her. Cameramen recording as photographers snapped away. A quick glance to her left, Wooyoung was seated at the very back of the church. He gave her a tight–lipped smile, she responded with nothing.

Y/N and Brady stood before the priest. A great deal of time was spent listening to Father Sykes speak on Bible extracts. Eventually came the time for those who opposed their union, to speak. Y/N prayed, begged, for Wooyoung to protest. He remained true to his word, he set her free. Regret crept into her mind.

"I do." Brady vowed.

"Y/N Lilith Scott, do you take Bradford Keith Halliwell, to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love and honor him, comfort and keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" Father Sykes recited.

Her mouth felt extremely dry. The words caught in her throat. She tried mustering up all her courage to vow. Brady looked to the back of the church. The straw that broke the camel's back. He was hoping this would happen. Not having seen him before the service begun, he spotted Wooyoung making his exit. As Y/N opened her mouth to pledge her loyalty, Brady intercepted.

"Wedding's over." he deadpanned into the microphone, his voice carrying all over the church's architecture.

"What?" she said, eyes wide.

Confused as ever, she watched as Brady descended the stage and trudged to the door. She trailed behind him, trying to match his pace. Murmurs from the guests materialised. The camera crew and photographers followed them outside the cathedral. She grabbed his wrist to slow him down and he pulled it back. They stopped in the middle of the street.

"Talk to me, what's wrong?" she probed. "Are you having cold feet? What is it?"

"You know, I hoped you'd outgrow your childish infatuation with Wooyoung but you haven't." he seethed. "How much more does he have to hurt you before you get it through your thick skull?"

People started circling around them, curious as to what was happening. The cameras still capturing everything. Wooyoung, who was a few feet away from the cathedral, turned to see a whole commotion. He ran back the opposite direction, cutting through the thick crowd. He stood beside Y/N.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's one thing for you to meet him behind my back, I would've turned a blind eye." his tone laced with repulsion. "But to bring him to our wedding? Is that how little respect you have for me?"

Brady pulled out photos from inside his jacket, each one with Y/N and Wooyoung kissing in front of her car, outside the office building. She looked at the photos, horrified. Unaware that her every move was being captured. Her eyes welled up, tears running down her face. She handed the photos to Wooyoung.

"'He doesn't fuck you this good, does he?'" he parroted Wooyoung's words. "I came to your office to keep you company, then I heard you two fucking like rabbits."

She bowed her head and whispered, "Stop."

Wooyoung put the photos in his jacket's inner pocket. Y/N stood there in silence, taking in his every word. This was not the way she hoped their relationship would end. Nothing could ever measure up to the humiliation she felt. She wished the earth would just swallow her. Too frozen to utter a word, there was no excuse good enough to justify her philandering. Her wrongdoings were caught on camera.

People watched from their homes.

Her friends sped to her side. Murphy attempted stop the camera crew from recording, failing dismally. She started getting aggressive with the media personnel, frustrated that they wouldn't stop. Caroline and Rosanne were trying to calm her down as she begun silently weeping.

"Ease up on her, it wasn't her fault!" Wooyoung shoved Brady in the chest.

Hand over her heaving chest. "Please just stop." she whispered again whilst sobbing, chest tightening as a panic attack ensued shortly after.

"Of course you'd defend her! Weren't you fucking other girls after she got her abo–"

Wooyoung landed a clean hit on Brady's jaw. He grabbed his collar and a succession of near-fatal blows followed. Nobody outside of Kialecombe knew about that part of their history. Brady knew and to even mention it was sickening. Wooyoung was determined to make sure that piece of information never saw the light of day.

Brady's groomsmen managed to separate them. His face was bloodied, eyebrow and lip cut. Wooyoung escaped their hold and lunged forward, landing a last hit before getting restrained again. As he looked around for Y/N, he found that she had disappeared during the commotion, along with her friends.

Two weeks had passed since that public lynching called a wedding. Brady stayed at a hotel for the time being, while Y/N was huddled in their penthouse. With the bad press surrounding her, stepping down as the CEO of Archibald Scott beforehand was the best call of action to protect her brand's reputation.

Wooyoung had tried to contact her, visit her, but guards of her residential building would not let him in. Bloodhound's tour resumed, with Blue Coast being the first stop. He had accepted that there was nothing he could do, seeing that he put her in this position.

Y/N sat the dinner table while Brady packed up the rest of his belongings. He entered the living room with the last of his suitcases, and breezed right past. She stood from the chair and 5 feet away from Brady, her hands pocketed in her sweatpants.

"I must say, your little stunt was eye-opening." she said, matter-of-factly.

"Discovered your humiliation kink?" Brady snarled.

"No, no." she shook her head. "I've gotten soft since I left Kialecombe, yeah."

"What are you droning on about?"

"I never used to cared what people thought of me. I just... did whatever." she spoke monotonously. "And then you came along... If we had it your way, we would've never made it to that cathedral. You wanted us to achieve our goals first then get married. What did you say, you wanted to become captain of the national rugby team?"

"What's your point?" he deadpanned.

"You may have led the team to their '91 win but even then, Magnus scored the winning goal. Here's the kicker;" she chuckled maniacally. "the team needed a sponsor for the world cup and on the condition that they grant you captaincy, I'd give them capital. Magnus was first pick for captain."

She pointed to the television, which was turned on to the news. The man stared intently into the camera, delivering the biggest news of the day.

"Cheated on and cheated his way to the top. This just in, White Lotus captain Bradford Halliwell allegedly bought his captaincy in the team. In a press conference held by the Rugby Union, board member Vernon Hemingway revealed that White Lotus received sponsorship from fashion label, Archibald Scott, on the condition that Halliwell was granted captaincy. This was confirmed by the board of Archibald Scott, and its former CEO Y/N Scott." a clip of the conference played and an interview of Y/N. "The Rugby Union is currently discussing Halliwell's future in the league."

Her lips took form of a shit-eating grin, satisfied with herself. She stood there, watching anger materialise on his face. The energy he put into the universe had made a complete 360. She loved getting her hands dirty and watching his life fall apart before his eyes.

"You should be getting a call from the Union soon, and believe me, it's not looking good for you. Your team is gonna shun you, they're gonna blackball you from the league and Magnus?" she pulled her face. "Short man with a short fuse... He's gonna be on a warpath after that broadcast."

Brady grabbed her shoulders and shook her violently as he looked her in the eye. "Why would you do this to me?" he yelled from the top of his voice. "You cheated on me! I was getting my payback!"

The security guards rushed to Y/N's side and separated the two. The dragged him to the elevator, as they waited for it to come. Brady squirmed in their hold but nothing, they would not budge.

"You humiliated me in front of the whole world. Could've asked Pari to bury the story but you wanted more." she bit back.

A look of surprise spread across his face, realising that Pari sold him out to save herself. Pari spoke to Y/N before the wedding, and came clean about everything from the pictures to Brady's plan to publicly out her. With how far Y/N's influence stretched, it was wise not to cross her.

"Yeah, Pari told me everything. When you told her about your stupid plan, she came to me."

She walked over to the dinner table and sat down, leg crossed over the other.

"I didn’t think you'd actually go ahead with it. That's on me but I commend your bravery, albeit, stupid." she crossed her arms over her chest. "I could've been kicked out of my own company had I not stepped down beforehand. You act like you're better than Woo, but you're worse. He actually owns up to being a jackass. Consider this our final act as a couple."

[ . . . ]

Wooyoung practiced his riffs on the couch. The show was minutes away from starting. All he had on his mind was this tour. He tried to fix the mess he made but Y/N wouldn't let him. He took his loss and decided to push forward with life. It was the only way to go.

The stage manager came into the room.

"You've got a visitor." he announced.

Wooyoung absentmindedly waved him off. "No groupies. Tell them to go."

"That's worse than the time you called me a poser."

He turned around and came face-to-face with Y/N, who wore a toothy smile on her face. She didn't look like someone who had her reputation marred. He couldn't help the look on his face when she stood before him, wearing the same outfit she wore on their first date. Only the Judas Priest shirt was replaced by Bloodhound.

"You were right, mall-maggots don't know anything about fun." she nodded with a grin on her face.

"What are you doing here?"

"Brady was never the better man." she held his hands. "We were kids back then doing kids' stuff. And we held ourselves to a ridiculously high standard. Let's ease up a bit and see how far we can go."

He went in for a deep kiss, savoring the feel of his victory. He finally got his girl back. It was all he ever wanted. This was all that mattered to him in the past 12 years.

"I'm gonna give you the life I promised you." he sighed. "But what do you give a woman who already has everything?"

"I've got some ideas..."

E P I L O G U E

Autumn was at its very peak, all the leaves and grass had browned. Skies mildly grey with a slight breeze. It was almost time for Y/N and Wooyoung to leave the cemetery, as they had another social obligation scheduled. As they walked, you could here the dead leaves crinkling and crunching beneath their weight. Y/N deposited a bouquet of white roses in a vase, right beside her father’s gravestone.

She headed over to the other side of the cemetery to meet with Wooyoung. They stood in front of another gravestone in silence, hand-in-hand. Every year on the same month for the past six years, it had become a regular habit for them to take a trip back to Kialecombe to pay a visit to their past. Acknowledging their mistakes was one of the few things that helped solidify their marriage.

"Who's Jung, isn't that our name?" their 6-year old daughter, Willa asked innocently.

"It is, my love." Y/N stroked her daughter's hair. "But it's also their name."

"You used to have an older sibling, would've been 17 now, but..." Wooyoung's head hung low as he recalled that fateful day.

Wooyoung crouched to the floor, careful to not drop Willa in the process. He put down the bouquet of gardenias beside the gravestone and stood back up.

"When you're older we'll tell you all about it." Y/N planted a kiss on Willa's cheek. "We should get going."

The lot made their way out of the cemetery and into the car. It was a fairly short drive from the cemetery to Mrs. Scott's residence. They knocked twice before Mr. Hardwick answered the door. Mrs. Scott eventually remarried upon meeting William during a trip. In this union, Y/N gained a stepsister named Maria.

As they entered the house, the smell of food invaded their noses. Willa disappeared as soon as she saw her cousin, Maria's daughter. The adults exchanged greetings before heading in different directions, with the men barbecuing outside and the women socialising in the kitchen.

"Motherhood really is your second calling to fashion." Maria spoke as she playfully nudged Y/N's shoulder. "Do you ever miss your job though?"

Y/N shook her head. "I stepped down because of that stupid scandal but I stayed off because my priorities changed. Willa's hyperactive but she makes it worthwhile." she shrugged. "Plus, I still hold majority share anyway."

"And what about Wooyoung?"

"He purposely goes on tour during school holidays so Willa can tag along. She even plays guitar on stage with him sometimes." she smiled to herself. "It feels like I birthed a younger him, but with my face."

Mrs. Scott took off her oven mittens, looking at Y/N, she said, "It sounds like Wooyoung is very hands-on." Mrs. Scott gently pressed on her daughter's stomach. "Does he know he's expecting another bandmate?"

[jxmis]

Wish You Were Sober

Pairings: Rosé Park x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Roseanne Park have been best-friends for years now. Having finished wrapping up your show before blackpink's last performance at Coachella, you decide to show your support and fly out to LA and watch them. But maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Not after the events that had happened after the afterparty. Everything has changed. (sorry i suck at doing summaries)

Warning(s): angst

A/N: a lil inspiration by Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray. Soooo I'm having major pcd after seeing BP last saturday soo decided to write for my bias wrecker. I literally just thought and wrote of this a few hours ago. Same with the picture T_T. I also have been writing jennie, lisa, and chaewon fics. Posting whichever I get done first after this one! Enjoy! :)

Rosanne Park isn't usually one to party hard. She isn’t the usual person to get wasted either. It's rare for that to happen.

But as they wrapped up their final night headlining Coachella, a party was thrown for their successful two shows. Being the first k-pop act and girl group to headline, making history! Of course, she had to live it up.

However, one shot became two, three, and even taking a couple sips of margarita. Those who are close to Rosé know that she doesn't have a high tolerance when it comes to alcohol. She's a lightweight.

You being a lot more responsible and smart, only took a few sips of your alcoholic beverage. You handle your liquor pretty well.

You see Rosé's manager trying to talk some sense into her but it seems as Rosé is being stubborn. You sigh, you approach them. Jane looks at you with a pleading look, you nod and gesture for her to go. She silently thanks you, softly patting Rosé's cheek before leaving.

"C'mon, Chae, you've had too much to drink." You carefully and softly put hand behind her back. Rosé shakes her head in protest.

"Y/N/NNN!!! Nooooo 'm havin sooo much funn!" She slurs. She leans against your shoulder, resting her head on it. She looks at you a smile bright on her face, bringing the glass close to you. "Have some! It's sooo good!" You take the beverage away from her hand causing her to pout.

"We're leaving, Chae. You've had your fun. Time for you to rest." Despite her protest, you drag her out of the party. She eventually quits whining and resisting. She sulks instead. "You'll thank me in the morning for this." You offer her support which she gladly takes as she's walking. She's so drunk to the point that she can't even walk straight.

You thankfully arrive back to Rosé's place safely. You did your very best to cover up Chae from the horde of paparazzies as you leave the party. Your bodyguard and Rosé's, as well as her manager using flashlights to ruin their photos.

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You look after Rosé. Even when the aftereffects of drinking so much alcohol led her to throw up. You help sooth her by holding her hair and caressing her back. Letting her know you're there and not going anywhere. As soon as you saw her hand on her stomach and a grimace on her face, you knew. You’re quite thankful you were able to get her to her room and rush her into the bathroom.

"It's okay, Chae. I've got you," you say softly. A minute goes by after Rosé seem to have let it all out. You clean up her face and begin her night time routine. You've slept over a good amount of times to have memorized it all. You help her brush her teeth and awkwardly had to help her change into pajamas. It wasn't easy doing that second part with your eyes close. But to your surprise, she was very compliant.

You are so focus on helping her, making sure she's okay that you didn't notice how quiet she's been. "Hey.. you okay?" You say as she settles on her bed. That's when it hit Rosé. Tears starts to pour down her eyes. You panic. You forgot how emotional she gets after everything when she gets drunk. It's been awhile since you've done this. You quickly sit next to her. "What wrong? Don't cry, Chae. It's okay! You're safe."

She sits up and clings onto you. You wrap your arms around her, rubbing her back. First, she repeatedly apologizes. "Thank you for always being there for me and taking care of me, Y/N/N." She says in a hush tone still clinging tightly onto you.

Even though she can't see you, you smile. "Don't apologize, you did nothing wrong. You were just having fun and you deserve to have fun. You know I'll always be here when you're in need." You pull away, bringing your hands on her cheeks, wiping her tears away. "Even if it's having to watch you throw up and clean you up after." You both laugh at that. You smile triumphally at your success on making her laugh.

You move a strand of hair out of her face. Wiping the tears that still remain on her cheeks. Meanwhile, Rosé's eyes remain on you. You notice. The mood suddenly changes in the room. The way Rosé is looking at you... it's different than usual. Maybe you've seen it once in a while whenever you two hung out before. But you always thought you were being delusional. A look that holds so much feelings, unspoken ones.

You see her mouth move but nothing comes out. She closes it and suddenly you see her eyes move to your lips. It catches you off guard. Trying to take it all in, you then feel her lips touching yours. It takes you a minute to process everything. Coming to your senses, you quickly pull away. Rosé opens her eyes. She can see the shock and confusion on your face.

"Chae... what are you.. what are you doing?"

She swallows the lump on her throat. What is she doing? It felt right though. "I- I don't- I don't know." Rosé manages to stutter out, trying to keep her tears at bay. "I just- I thought- Oh god, I'm so sorry." She covers her mouth, surprise with her actions as well.

You get up from her bed and run your hands through your hair. A million thoughts going through your head. Rosé watches you just standing there, stressed out. Now, she's really full on crying. What had she done? She ruined everything. You let out a deep sigh, "Its okay.. it's okay, you're drunk. Under the influence. It was the alcohol in you. Just- Just get some rest, Chae." You hesitantly approach her and kiss her head. "Good night."

"I like you!" Rosé calls out as you're heading towards the door. You freeze. "I like you so much, Y/N. For so long now. The alcohol coursing through my veins just gave me the courage to finally do something about it. So, please stay." She begs.

Silence fills the room after Rosé's confession. There's no way all this time, Roseanne Park, your best-friend has had a crush on you. You sure would've notice if she did... right? She'd never showed any signs that she had romantic feelings for you. You know her like the back of your hand! This is all because she's under the influence. That's all. She's just saying crazy things.

Without looking back, You bow your head down. "That's real sweet, but I wish you were sober," you whisper out. With that, you leave the sobbing blonde's room, silently hoping she heard you. Maybe even remember all of this in the morning. You doubt it.

"But I really do," Rosé says softly, the tone of her voice so sincere... fragile.

[k9catastrophe]

A snack-sized list of books for my fellow therians !!

Most of these revolve around an animal main character [obviously], and you can get most of them from amazon, books a million, or maybe a local library!! I'll include links for most of them :)

A Wolf Called Wander by Rosanne Parry: Swift, a wild wolf cub, lives with his pack in the mountains. When a rival pack attacks, Swift and his family scatter, and Swift sets out on an incredible journey through dense forests, into barren wilderness, and across flowing water. The trip is dangerous and full of peril, and Swift encounters fie, hunger, hunters and highways as he wanders. Will Swift find the courage to survive? Will he ever find a place to call home?

I liked this one a LOT. It's also based around a real wolf named OR-7 (or Journey), who traveled 1,000 miles across the Pacific Northwest. There are 208 story pages [20 chapters] and 23 pages talking about wolves, with fun facts, and map of OR-7's 1k mile trip. The story pages also have beautiful illustrations on almost every one of them!! (My favorites are 193 and 221) 10/10, highly recommended for wolf therians :)

(You can buy it Here or Here!)

The Call of the Wild by Jack London: Stolen from his home and family, a dog named Buck must quickly learn the harsh law of survival among the men and dogs of the gold-crazed North. His intelligence, courage, and cunning transform him into a feared leader. As wolves attack and the men grow desperate, Buck must heed the call of the wild. Only the strong will survive.

I haven't read this one just yet. With 7 Chapters and 172 story pages, this one looks promising :)

(You can buy it Here! There's a ton of different versions, check which ones you're buying :sob: )

Pax by Sara Pennybacker: Pax and Peter have been inseparable ever since Peter rescued him as a kit. But one day the unimaginable happens: Peter's dad enlists in the military and makes Peter return the fox to the wild. At his grandfather's house three hundred miles away from home, Peter knows he isn't where he should be- with Pax. He strikes out on his own despite the encroaching war, spurred by love, loyalty, and grief. Meanwhile Pax, steadfastly waiting for his boy, embarks on adventures and discoveries of his own...

Apparently this is a two-part series, the second book being "Pax, Journey Home," though I don't have that one. There's 34 chapters, 276 story pages, and a few illustrations here and there. I'm only halfway done with this one, but I'm already giving it a 10/10 :3

(You can buy it Here or Here, and the second book Here or Here!)

Wolves of the Beyond - Lone Wolf by Kathryn Lasky: (The owl war is over. The wolf pack awaits.) In the harsh wilderness beyond the owl world of Ga'Hoole, a wolf mother hides in fear. Her newborn pup, otherwise healthy, has a twisted paw. The mother knows the rigid rules of her kind. The pack cannot have weakness. Her pup must be abandoned on an icy riverbank- condemned to die. But alone in the forest, the pup, Faolan, does the unthinkable. He survives. This is Faolan's story, the story of a courageous wolf pup who rises up to change forever the wolves of the Beyond.

I really liked this one too :) I only remember reading the first book. The first book also has a bear main character named Thunderheart, and I think there was an owl side character mentioned in the second part of it? There are 28 chapters and 219 pages, but there are also at LEAST 6 books: Lone Wolf, Shadow Wolf, Watch Wolf, Frost Wolf, Spirit Wolf, and Star Wolf. (I have the first three!! :)) Another 10/10 :)

(Buy the first book Here, the second book Here or Here, and the third book Here! I think you can find the other three on amazon, and Books-A-Million also has the fourth!! Can't link them all right now :[)

Wings Of Fire - The Dragonet Prophecy by Tui T. Sutherland: Clay has grown up hidden beneath a mountain, one of the five dragonets chosen to fulfill a mysterious prophecy and end the war between the dragon tribes of Pyrrhia. He's not so sure about the prophecy part, but Clay can't imagine not living with the other dragonets; they're his best friends. So when one of the dragonets is threatened, all five spring into action. Together, they will choose freedom over fate, leave the mountain, and pursue their destiny- on their own terms.

I only have the graphic novel versions of the first 6 books, but i highly recommend them all!! :) The art on the graphic novels give the characters a sense of life not even the Warriors graphic novels have, and I love it !! 10/10.

(I can't keep linking them all, but Books A Million and Amazon are where I look for them!)

Warriors - The Sun Trail by Erin Hunter: When a mysterious vision promises a land filled with prey and shelter, a group of brave young cats leave their harsh mountain territory in search of a better home. But great dangers await- and threaten to divide them.

This is a series that I think most therians and furries (And just 'weird' kids in general) alike recognize pretty quickly. I think The Sun Trail is the first book that takes place in the story, but I could easily be wrong. I actually don't have Into The Wild, but I recommend the entire series! 10/10 <3

[11cleyvaart]

Maybe some more quimby headcanons before he met gadget please?😍

Let's see… I never really gave thought about him before Augustin. So here's some ideas. 

Frank was a child of after the second war in the resurgence of the American population. His parents stayed together regardless of their young age when the war first started. 

His father then became an amputee from the Korean war in the 1950’s. Which put a strain on his parent's marriage even more. Throwing little Frank in the middle of fights and bickering, but he just stayed outside to avoid it. 

He was raised in a Catholic household, and went to Sunday school regularly. He was brought up on the fear of damnation and often hid his true feelings. Quimby knew he wasn't the same as the other boys in school when they liked the girls, when he didn't feel the same way about them. He was also bullied for being huskier than the others in his younger years. Making him eat more to give him comfort. 

He began smoking a pipe because his father did. He stuck with a pipe for the scents they gave off, rather than the cigarettes. But most of the time, the wood pipe gave him comfort, much like sucking a thumb. 

He ultimately met his ex-wife, Rosanne while attending church with his elderly mother in his mid-20’s. 

His father had died of an overdose of a home concoction of sleeping pills and cocaine to help him ease the pain (mentally and emotionally) 

He married his wife to uphold the American vision and to keep his mother happy. All the while he hated the entire thing. He forced himself to be happy and content. 

Around the same time, he started his career in the police force, not wanting to go to war but just enough to serve his country. He eventually worked his way up in the ranks branching into being a detective. He would take his work seriously and at times seemed married to his work rather than his wife. 

Quimby would then come to going undercover for his cases, going as far as dressing as a woman. To which he would begin to find he enjoyed the nylons, just another secret he'd have to keep from his wife. 

He and his wife never had kids in the years they'd been married. He was usually always at work or too tired to want to go that far. It put a hard strain on the marriage from the lack of wanting to even consummate the wedding those years back. He had relations with his wife less than five times in their long marriage. Most times he failed to end or never became aroused enough.

Quimby became curious about same sex when he had busted a drug lab seeing the persons engaging in the acts deemed by his church as sinful. He thought of it first with his brought up religious mind, as evil. But soon found himself drawn more to the curious side than anything else. Making him buy his first skin magazine of Playgirl. 

He hid it from his wife the best he could and soon began to buy more magazines to fill his curiosities. He began to become slightly comfortable with the thought of kissing another man, but at this time in his life he was overweight. So he began to give up on his real aspirations of finding someone to love him. 

At the same time, he was taking in new recruits for the program, finding a man who had the drive but needed guidance in the field. He gave recommendations for Augustin Tamare to join the ranks for the detective department. 

Seeing this other man and working with him for nearly the same amount of time as his marriage, Quimby started to turn soft for Tamare. Yet would give tough love to him. Which would lead to him growing comfortable with Augustin and their relationship being more grounded. 

[blazehedgehog]

Ever watch Futurama?

Not much, no. I've seen some episodes, but my prime TV watchin' ages were when I was young enough to sit and watch whatever my Mom was watching.

So I saw a lot of Cheers. Friends. Seinfeld. Frasier. The Nanny. Rosanne. Murphy Brown. 3rd Rock from the Sun. Home Improvement. Mad About You. Drew Carey...

Sorry. Was going down a list of "the best 90's sitcoms" and ended up typing out whatever grabbed a memory. There's more, but you get the point.

She also loved shows like the X-Files, and its lesser known spiritual spinoff, Millennium (with Lance Hendrikson). Sometimes I'd beg her and get lucky enough for us to watch something like Family Matters or the odd episode of The Simpsons.

Futurama's hayday was when I was willing to spend more time with video games or more often on the internet talking to my friends. That was the era of dial-up internet still, and my Mom loved to call her sister up on the phone and chat -- but she'd hang up to focus on TV. So while she had her TV time, the phone line was open for me to go online.

By the time Futurama entered syndication, I didn't really have access to a TV, and I especially didn't have cable on any screen where I could see Futurama about the time it got added to Adult Swim.

I've seen a few episodes, but I can probably count them on one hand.

Skimming an episode guide: I've seen the pilot, Robot Hell, the Slurm factory episode, the Snu Snu episode, the video games episode, and the episode where they (first?) visit Leela's parents in the sewer.

Oh, and the episode where Leela basically gets reduced to reprising her role as Peg Bundy.

And that's it. And most of those I saw going on 15 or 20 years ago.

[lesbianrobin]

I literally do not know what country songs are popular or what songs technically classify as country it I really like riders in the sky by stan jones, in the shadow of the valley by bing nathan, and act naturally by loretta lynn. I’m actually pretty sure that the last song isn’t country but it’s kinda twangy so whatever. oh my god I almost forgot my baby thinks he’s s train by rosanne cash. song of all time.

oh baby loretta lynn is about as country as it gets!! you seem rly into classic country/western and folk, like 50s-70s stuff which is so sexy 💕 i think you'll like these!!

and a few you may like on the contemporary side:

i love ur taste btw and i hope i've helped you maybe find a few new songs to enjoy!!!

[whoiwanttoday]

Hey guys, here is Danielle Harris because I really like Danielle Harris. She's in this special category for me of like... women who I would post more if she were more famous so there was a constant influx of pictures but also a special category of having a certain staying power. Because I am a self-obsessed, solipsistic, naval gazing weirdo I often think about who would be my most popular picks if this blog had existed in different eras. Like for example, if this blog had existed at the start of Gossip Girl Leighton Meester would probably still be in the top 10. Actually, if Leighton Meester had become a mega star she also would probably still get posted all the time. In the 90's Claire Danes would have been probably my most posted celebrity. That kind of thing. Danielle Harris would have been popular in any era though. I mean.. within reason but when I was a little kid I had a crush on little girl Danielle Harris, so from the 80's on. She is just ever present in that way and it's funny because I didn't ever seek her out. Just like... I remember my dad and I going to the dirt mall to watch The Last Boy Scout in one of those old Mall Movie theaters which were never very good. It was on a whim, I needed shoes and he was like, "Want to see a movie?" And there was Danielle Harris. I remember this girl I had a crush on loved Rosanne, a show I thought was funny but I hadn't really watched on purpose. I started watching so I could talk to her about it in English class the next morning and guess what? There was Danielle Harris. By the mid 2000's she had fully returned to horror and embraced it and I was still into her. More so actually because as she let her personality shine I found her very charming. She's just sort of brash and assertive and just has this attractiveness in the way she is as well as how she looks. Anyway, that's a long way of saying I am posting her cause I was thinking about her yesterday and tracked down her podcast again via YouTube and it was fun. Also she's hot. Today I want to fuck Danielle Harris.

[attackfish]

Song Challenge

Tagged by @soulessgingersociopath

Rules: Make a new post & spell out your URL with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL!

A: Attagirl - Bettie Serveert

T: Turn! Turn! Turn! -Pete Seeger (The Byrds cover)

T: Time After Time - Cindy Lauper

A: America - Simon and Garfunkel

C: Crumblin Down - John Mellencamp

K: King of Anything - Sara Bareilles

F: Fountain of Sorrow - Jackson Browne

I: I Will Survive - Gloria Gaynor

S: Somebody Else's Troubles - Steve Goodman/Seven Year Ache - Rosanne Cash

H: Human Touch - Bruce Springsteen

I don't want to make anyone feel obligated. Consider yourself tagged if you wish to be.

[krispyweiss]

Album Review: John Leventhal - Rumble Strip

It’s not until five songs in to John Leventhal’s debut solo album, Rumble Strip, that voices - his and that of his wife, Rosanne Cash - appear for “That’s all I Know about Arkansas.”

Coming after the short instrumentals - maxi-snippets, call them - built on piano (“Floyd Cramer’s Blues”), acoustic guitar (“J.L.’s Hymn, No. 2”) and full-band (the title track; “Tullamore Blues, No. 2”) arrangements, “Arkansas” features Leventhal’s moody, somewhat-muted production values, recalling LPs he’s worked on for Cash, Sarah Jarosz and others.

“Arkansas” gives way to more wordless offerings - “Clarinet Concerto,” an acoustic-electric guitar duet; the languid and brooding “Inwood Hill,” which adds banjo and a melody in the final 30 seconds; and “Meteor,” a crunchy, Americana “Green Onions” rewrite.

This is the point where it becomes clear Rumble Strip is more a collection of song ideas than completed songs. That’s not to say album is unpleasant - because it is not - but with Cash popping up again to duet on “If You Only Knew” and Leventhal singing of the life of a scraping-by musician on “The Only Ghost” - amid short bits like “Marion and Sam” and the Julian Lage-inspired “Who’s Afraid of Samuel Barber” - it is disjointed.

Sequenced as it is, rather than grouping instrumentals and vocal tracks together, the album trickles like an ephemeral stream as dry season approaches, rather than the flowing rivers Leventhal’s created for others while at the board.

So while “Hymn No. 2,” “Arkansas” and the country strut of “Three Chord Monte” are well worth slowing down for, Rumble Strip is ultimately a disappointment - 16 tracks, crammed into 43 minutes that explain why Leventhal has thus far devoted his career to making others sound better; that’s the best use of his considerable talents.

Grade card: John Leventhal - Rumble Strip - C+

2/8/24

[invisi-idol]

mlp - pinkie pie npt ! 🎉

requested by : @tuvvluv

₊˚⊹⋆ names :

kiki , clementine , cookie , molly , moriana , mallory , marjorie , priscilla , puffette / puffelle / puffella , puffy , peggy , patty , pip / pippa , piper , anya / ania , aria , annette , valentine , vanilla , verula / verulia , rose , rosanne / rosanna , rosette

₊˚⊹⋆ pronouns :

sh!! / h!!r , th!!y / th!!m , ey / em

plop / plops , pop / pops , pip / pips , party / partys , pink / pinks , pie / pies , joy / joys , jump / jumps , con / confettis , dance / dances , fun / funs , laugh / laughters , smile / smiles , silly / sillys , sun / suns , sun / shines , shine / shines , bal / balloons , bop / bops , boop / boops

:D / :Ds , XP / XPs , :0 / :0s , !! / !!s , 08 / 08s

🧁 / 🧁s , 🎉 / 🎉s , 🎈 / 🎈s , 🎂 / 🎂s , 🪅 / 🪅s

₊˚⊹⋆ titles :

the party planner / pony , ( prn ) made of confetti / candy , ( prn ) the silly , the embodiment of laughter / joy / sunshine , ( prn ) with a permanent smile , the clumsy one

[qualitymoonsuit]

Birthday Presents.

I just opened my birthday presents. The 1st present I got was Star Wars: The High Republic: Tales of Light and Life, by Zoraida Cordova. The 2nd present I got was Star Wars: From a Certain Point of View: Return of the Jedi, by Saladin Ahmed. The 3rd present I got was Star Wars: Inquisitor: Rise of the Red Blade, by Delilah S. Dawson. The 4th present I got was The Spirit Glass, by Rosahni Chokshi. The 5th present I got was Serwa Boateng's Guide to Witchcraft and Mayhem, by Rosanne A. Brown. The 6th present I got was Fools in Love: Fresh Twists on Romantic Tales, by Ashley Herring Blake and Rebecca Podos. The 7th present I got was Magic Has No Borders, by Sona Charaipotra and Samira Ahmed. The 8th present I got was Bravelands: Thunder on the Plains, Book 1: The Shattered Horn, by Erin Hunter. The 9th present I got was The Grimoire of Grave Fates, by Hanna Alkaf and Margaret Owen. The 10th present I got was Transmogrify: 14 Fantastical Tales of Trans Magic, by G. Haron Davis. The 11th present I got was Out There: Into the Queer New Yonder, by Saundra Mitchell. The 12th present I got was Ranger's Apprentice: The Royal Ranger, Book 6: Arazan's Wolves, by John Flanagan. The 13th present I got was Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves: The Druid's Call, by E.K. Johnston. The 14th present I got was Dungeons & Dragons: The Road to Neverwinter, by Jaleigh Johnson.

The 15th present I got was a Star Wars: The Mandalorian bookmark. The 16th present I got was a set of Grogu pajamas. The 17th and final book I got was an Indiana Jones T-Shirt.

[harryfeatgaga]

Who? https://twitter.com/PopCrave/status/1673766747483021325?s=20

Not rosanne 😭😭😭

[xtruss]

Jimmy Carter’s Rock-and-Roll Legacy

The former President has a surprisingly long list of musician friends, some of whom, in the past days and weeks, have been reflecting on the time they’ve had with him.

In recent weeks, the former President has mostly been listening to favorites like Willie Nelson, whose music helped get him through the Iran hostage crisis. Photograph by Thomas S. England/Getty

In the decades since Jimmy Carter left the White House, there have been many reconsiderations of the former President’s legacy. Among the more unexpected of these is “Jimmy Carter: Rock & Roll President,” a documentary released in 2020, which chronicles Carter’s overlooked relationship not only with rock and roll but also with country, jazz, folk, and other genres. The movie had accidental beginnings: its lead producer, Chris Farrell, who’d previously worked in finance and had never made a film, set out to make a movie about the Allman Brothers Band, a group that, like him, hails from Jacksonville, Florida. Then a friend suggested that he call up some people in Atlanta who had worked for Carter.

“They start telling me all these amazing stories about Carter and the Allmans,” Farrell recalled recently. Carter had struck up a friendship with the band’s members when he was the governor of Georgia, in the early nineteen-seventies. One night, Carter and Gregg Allman, the band’s lead singer, were drinking scotch on the porch of the Governor’s Mansion, and Carter told Allman he was going to be President. (Allman said that they had had “just about all” of a bottle of J&B; Carter recalled only “a drink.”) “We all thought, Oh, really,” Chuck Leavell, the band’s pianist at their peak, in the early seventies, told me. “But we did some concerts for him. We thought, Wouldn’t it be great to have a President from Georgia?” The band had split, temporarily, by the time Carter took office, but they were invited to some formal White House events. “We weren’t sure how to act,” Leavell said. Greg Allman came to one dinner with his then wife, Cher, who mistook a finger bowl for a drink and downed it.

The former Carter staffers Peter Conlon and Tom Beard had more stories—about Willie Nelson, for instance, who, Farrell learned, had smoked pot on the White House roof with the President’s son Chip. At Nelson’s Georgia shows, Carter would sometimes take the stage and pretend to play the harmonica during “Georgia on My Mind,” while Mickey Raphael was really playing it in the wings. After these and other tales, Farrell was about to say goodbye to Conlon and Beard when one of them asked, “Wanna hear about Bob Dylan?”

The stories that Farrell heard that day immediately changed his focus. (Conlon, who became an executive producer on the film, and is now the chairman of Live Nation Georgia, told me that making a film about “the first President to embrace rock music in his campaign” was his idea.) Farrell called an old friend, Mary Wharton, who had produced and directed a number of music-related TV shows. She agreed to direct the film. The veteran music journalist Bill Flanagan helped track down and interview the musicians who appeared in the movie: Garth Brooks, Trisha Yearwood, Larry Gatlin, Nile Rodgers, Jimmy Buffett, Rosanne Cash, Bono.

Dylan, who rarely grants interviews, was maybe the most coveted target on the filmmakers’ list. “Bob was the white whale,” Farrell told me. Flanagan, who was close with Dylan’s manager, put in a request, and eventually got good news. “Even on the day it finally happened,” Farrell said, “I remember waiting for him to show up and thinking, I don’t know.”

“He wanted to do his interview in a kitchen,” Wharton told me. “I was, like, I wonder if he’s gonna share some recipes with us.” They met at a house in Connecticut, near a gig that Dylan had at the time. When he arrived, Dylan made it clear that he didn’t like the kitchen. He helped Wharton decorate another room to his taste. (Among the items he suggested was a triptych of three goddesses.) “He’d come prepared with things he wanted to say,” Wharton told me. They did a few takes, as Dylan worked out the rhythm of his words. “There’s many sides to him,” he said, of Carter. “He’s a nuclear engineer, woodworking carpenter. He’s also a poet. He’s a dirt farmer. If you told me he was a race-car driver, I wouldn’t even be surprised.” It seemed to Wharton “like he’d written a song about Jimmy Carter.” Dylan also told the story of the first time he and Carter met. “The first thing he did was quote my songs back to me. It was the first time that I realized my songs had reached into, basically, into the establishment world.” He called Carter “a kindred spirit to me of a rare kind.”

“He’s not generally loquacious,” Conlon said, of Dylan. “But around Carter he’s totally different. He relaxes and tells stories. Not the Dylan you’re used to.” When Carter sat for his interviews for the movie, in 2018, “he was kind of rigid at first, but, when he realized that all we wanted him to do was talk about music, it was almost like a light bulb went off and you could see the joy emanating out of him as he recounted all these stories,” Farrell said. The former President described Dylan as “one of my best friends.”

Part of the argument of the documentary is that Carter, who is now ninety-eight and in hospice care, changed the relationship between rock and roll and political power. “Previously,” Conlon explained, “the thinking was that there was too much risk mixing politicians and rock and roll—‘You can’t be around this guy. He does drugs.’ But Carter was very accepting of people and their frailties.”

Beard helped put on concerts in support of Carter’s Presidential campaign—including one headlined by Lynyrd Skynyrd that nearly went off the rails when the singer Ronnie Van Zant was too tanked to perform—and later served as deputy assistant to the President. Beard’s basement office occasionally hosted musicians waiting their turn to see Carter. Among those who stopped by were members of the group Crosby, Stills, and Nash. Stephen Stills, who had performed in the concerts that Beard helped to organize, told me about the band’s visit. “We took the pictures and stuff,” he said. David Crosby’s 2006 memoir refers to an unnamed member of the band “smoking a joint somewhere in the White House, just to say he did.” Stills told me that Crosby himself, along with one of the band’s managers, “lit up a doobie in the Oval,” although people who worked in the White House at the time cast doubt on the likelihood of this. “I was so embarrassed I didn’t speak to him for a couple of days,” Stills said, insistent that it happened.

Stills found the connection to Carter ennobling: “He made you take yourself seriously, you know? In a very offhand kind of way, he’d kind of remind you that you had a part to play here. I don’t know, I bit.”

Conlon recalled another occasion in the White House, in 1977, when he was hanging out with Carter’s call screener one night “and Elvis called.” Apparently, Elvis called sometimes. “I talked to Elvis for a minute,” Conlon said. Years later, Conlon asked Carter about the call. “First of all,” he recalled Carter responding, “Elvis and I are cousins. The Carters and the Presleys go way back.” Then the former President explained: “Elvis was calling because a friend of his was in jail in Memphis for passing bad checks and he wanted me to give him a Presidential pardon.” Carter told him he couldn’t help.

Musicians were occasionally asked to do more than just play. “He tasked me to do things, and I’d carry them out,” Stills said, noting that, on a musical-diplomacy visit to Havana, in 1979, Carter’s people had told him, “Pay attention while you’re in Cuba.” He added, “It wasn’t transactional. I liked him. My favorite thing about Jimmy was his laugh. He had this sort of half guffaw and half bray that came out when he was really tickled.” I asked Stills when Carter had been the happiest during his Presidency. He was often happy, Stills said, “but I heard he had more fun at Camp David than any other time in his life—riding around between those little houses while he told them to say the helicopter is broken.” Stills was on the South Lawn the day that the Camp David Accords were signed.

“Musicians are drawn to his spirituality and authenticity,” Conlon said, offering a theory for why Carter became friends with so many of them. “He’s deeply soulful and open-minded. He doesn’t judge people. Wouldn’t that be nice, in the current political environment?” (Conlon once asked Carter what he thought about Donald Trump. He chuckled at the one-word answer that he said Carter gave, with a wry smile: “Interesting.”)

Jim Free, who served as special assistant to the President for congressional liaison, told me a story that seemed to illustrate this characterization. When China’s Ambassador visited the United States in 1979, Carter asked whether there was anything he could do for the envoy. The Ambassador was a fan of country music, and wanted to go to Nashville. Free was tasked with putting the visit together. The Ambassador saw the Fisk Jubilee Singers and visited the Grand Ole Opry. The weekend ended on Sunday morning, at the home of Tom T. Hall, the musician and short-story writer, who’d invited “everybody who was anybody in the Nashville music industry,” Free recalled. Minnie Pearl, Jimmy C. Newman, Johnny and June Carter Cash all came. “When it came time to say the blessing, there was this awkward moment,” Free said. “And all of a sudden John and June started singing, ‘Will the Circle Be Unbroken.’ I still get chills.”

Leavell appreciated Carter’s generous spirit, too, recalling a Newport-style jazz festival that took place on the South Lawn, which featured Dizzy Gillespie, Herbie Hancock, and Cecil Taylor, among others. “I remember Carter running over at the end of Taylor’s piece and giving him this huge hug,” Leavell told me. “I thought, If Carter gets that atonal stuff, that’s pretty cool.” Carter also joined Gillespie onstage to sing his bebop tune “Salt Peanuts,” which Carter did enthusiastically, later calling it “a very peculiar song.”

Before “Jimmy Carter: Rock & Roll President” premièred, Wharton asked Jason Carter, the President’s grandson, about the title. Jason told her, “He says that the two things he’s most proud of in the world are, No. 1, having a U.S. Naval submarine named after himself, and, No. 2, being called the rock-and-roll President.”

Conlon told me that, in recent years, Carter noted his admiration for current musicians, including Jason Isbell, the singer-songwriter formerly of the Drive-By Truckers. But, at home in Plains, Georgia, in recent weeks, in the same house where he has lived since 1961, he has been listening to favorites like Willie Nelson, who helped get him through the Iran hostage crisis. “I would play Willie Nelson music primarily,” Carter said, of the time that he spent alone, in his study, in 1980, “so I could think about my problems and say a few prayers.”

Stephen Stills said, “Jimmy thought that the artists had a kind of a view over the horizon by intuition that some other people didn’t—a canary-in-a-coal-mine sort of aspect to us that he paid attention to. And he called upon us to comment, and he supported our commentary—the troubadour aspect to us. He just liked our deal.” ♦