#and while we didn’t hit it off romantically we’re now friends and concert buddies

[bioswear]

Ngl if I could fuck/date my clone or an alternate version of myself, I would absolutely fuck/date my clone or an alternate version of myself (if she would have me)

[echoeternally]

Jump-Start

Huh, it’s been a while since I’ve made a Tumblr exclusive one-shot.

Anyway, this is a belated birthday gift for a friend of mine, who happens to like Zeraora and Toxtricity, so this was a story that involved them doing some cute interactions together. Since I didn’t know which Toxtricity was preferred, though, I included both, and the romantic vibes are on the slightly subtle side.

But, this also made for good practice on writing Toxtricity characters, since I’m planning on using two like this for my fanfics in the future. Hopefully “Amp” and “Low” are cute names for them based on their forms, but if not, I tried.

Oh, and a modern setting, which has definitely been missing for a minute! It’s fun putting Pokemon back in that kind of a setting.

It’s not very long, I suppose it has shades of hurt/comfort, but otherwise, just some simple friendship/romance fluff.

Anyway, the story will be below the cut! So, enjoy!

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Slightly outside of a city, a concert lit up the night along a small stage in the park. A crowd cheered as the band upon the stage hit their song’s crescendo, jamming as sparks flew up from the stage. They drifted through the air, and fizzled out, sparkling as they cascaded away into the wind.

 Lowering their arms from their bodies, the electrical salamander pair smirked as their fans wildly called out for them.

 “Yeah, yeah, let ‘em hear it,” called the black and white badger from the center stage. “Come on, give it up for the Toxtricity brothers!” He grinned as the audience erupted into roars for the duo. “You think their dueling strumming was good, you should see them really harmonize. And hey, one more time, give it up for Rillaboom on the drums!” They cheered again for the ape in the back, who waved his wooden sticks around as he flipped back his grassy hair. “There ya go, nice, nice! Once again, we want to thank you lot for coming out. I’ve been Obstagoon…” He chuckled as screams and cheers broke out for him. “Wow…I wish mum and employers would be that excited,” Obstagoon joked, earning laughter as well. “Anyhow, I’ve been Obstagoon, and we’ve got just one more song tonight! It’s a bit of a mash-up cover mix, but we think it’s banging, so let’s rock out one more time!”

 Waiting for a moment, Obstagoon grinned back at his band, as the brothers lifted their arms to the protrusions on their chests and Rillaboom spun his drumsticks around. Knocking back the last swig of water from his bottle, Obstagoon crushed it and tossed it across the stage, as his dark and sharp-clawed weasel manager caught it. Slowly, the applause died down.

 Inhaling in, Obstagoon gave a heavy scream out as his band started blasting their music. He stood close to the microphone and held up his arm as his legs kept the beat from the song.

 “Only want one future,

Only want one world,

We’ve got our beastly rhythm rolling,

And you will know our names!”

 As Obstagoon continued singing the lyrics, the band played harder to match his energy, and the audience reflected their excitement.

 One feline member, however, folded his arms and bit his lip. His bright blue eyes stuck on the strumming lizard pair, shifting back and forth between the two.

 “YEAH, ROCK ON OBSTAGOON,” shouted a goblin-like demon with long black hair. Grinning, he turned to his friends. “He’s got to be the best singer ever!”

 “He’s pretty cool,” complimented the sandy brown crocodile with him, tapping his foot as his tail swayed. “But I can’t deny I love those jamming reptile dudes.”

 “Both of you shut up,” snapped a pale monster with horns that shaped into giant jaws. She swayed around and lifted her arms back up. “This is going to be my new favorite song!”

 Shaking his head as he listened to them, the tiger-like creature shuffled away from them. He stumbled back once three small rodents jumped around in the next nearest space.

 “STRUM THOSE CHESTS, TOXIBROS, WHOO!” A white and gray spiny rat rolled around and bounced, as her spiky fur shot out from her body. “JAM MY DUDES!”

 “Toge, I don’t think they can hear you,” reasoned her blue and white squirrel friend.

 “WHO CARES?! ROCK ON, TOXIBROS, JAAAM!”

 Shrugging, the squirrel jumped up too. “SHOOT MORE SPARKS OUT, LIGHT IT ALL UP!”

 Their third rodent friend, a hamster with black and yellow fur, abruptly changed form, as the once dark eyes became furiously red. “I AM SO HUNGRY!!”

 “HA, YEAH! PEKO, ISN’T THIS GREAT?! WHOO!”

 Wincing at the three, the feline fellow backed away, bumping a white and red rabbit that swayed around. He glanced at the bipedal tiger, who muttered an apology as he strolled aside.

 “Hey, wait up!” A tall blue chameleon slipped around the yellow tiger and scooped up his lanyard, eying the pass on it. “You’re a VIP too?”

 “Huh?” The cat rubbed behind his neck. “Oh, uh, yeah.”

 “Nice! Us too, and we’re going to bug the boys after the show. Name’s Inteleon!” He pointed back at his rabbit friend. “He’s Cinderace, and we’re good mates of the drummer.”

 “Oh, hi,” the tiger barely managed over the music. “I’m a friend of the guitar guys. Uh, and I’m Zeraora.”

 “Wicked, you’re one of those super rare types,” chimed in Cinderace. He beamed to the cat. “Feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before…”

 “Really?!”

 “Mm…nah, just tonight probably,” determined Cinderace, as Zeraora deflated. “Thought you might’ve been with the others. That lot over there is a pretty funny bunch to eye up too.”

 Following where the rabbit pointed, Zeraora blinked at two shorter pixie-like creatures, who danced and spun around before a much taller black ape with green vines wrapped around his wrists. Though the ape looked rather unimpressed, he seemed to sway and tap his feet to the rhythm.

 “You friends with them?”

 “Uh…no, I’ve never seen them before.”

 “Ah, ok, that’s cool then.” Cinderace grinned. “Means that we have less of a crowd for later.”

 “Yeah, the three of us and those two boyfriends over there.” Inteleon pointed to a muscular reptilian monster pumped his fists alongside a fox-like fellow with long whiskers that twirled a spoon. “The bigger one is Machoke, and the shorter fellow is Kadabra. They’re buddies with Obstagoon.”

 “Huh.”

 “Yeah, kind of an odd sort, but pretty friendly.” Inteleon shrugged. “Anyway, we’ll see you a bit later on, then. Cheers!”

 They waved as Zeraora nodded and wandered for an open space in the crowd once more.

 …

 Later after the last song, the crowd dispersed rather quickly. Zeraora watched the various parties that shuffled out, with his eyes falling on the oddball group that Cinderace pointed out before.

 “Oh my gosh, Victini,” clamored the ballerina-like pixie. “That concert was amazing!”

 “Right?! They have such cool music!” The rabbit-like pixie hopped back and forth on her feet. “Zarude, wasn’t it cool?”

 “It was different, so, I guess,” decided the ape with vines. He covered his flushing face as he glanced away. “Frontman definitely made the show.”

 “Ooh, are you crushing on Obstagoon?”

 “Nuh-no.”

 “Totally is. Dead-on, Meloetta.”

 “Shut up!”

 The shorter duo laughed as they levitated into the air and danced around. Rolling his eyes, Zarude stormed off, as the duo floated and laughed around him. Zeraora watched them for a moment and sighed.

 “Excuse me, mister?”

 Zeraora whirled around and wildly looked around for a moment. He blinked and slowly glanced down at the tiny hamster before him.

 “Have you seen any good snack stands?”

 “Hm? Oh, um…” Zeraora pointed across to a small cart nearby with a snowy ape before it. “That looks like an ice cream vendor.”

 “Ah, that would be yummy.” The hamster bowed before scampering off. “Thank you!”

 “Sure thing!” Zeraora smirked. “Cute kid.”

 Twisting back, the hamster gained a darker and sinister glare, as Zeraora flinched and took a step back.

 “DON’T EVER CALL ME CUTE.”

 “Right, right, sorry!”

 With that, the hamster relaxed and switched back to the normal form. “That’s ok! Bye bye!” And once more, the hungry hamster hurried off and Zeraora carefully watched and waited until he was alone again.

 A heavy sigh escaped him, and he lowered his head as he dangled his arms. Slowly picking himself back up, the Thunderclap monster checked the empty stage.

 “Hey, you’re that tiger guy the others mentioned!”

 Blinking at the new voice sounding, Zeraora turned to Machoke and Kadabra, as approached him.

 “See Kadabra? They were right, he’s real.”

 “Um.”

 “Machoke, honestly!” Kadabra pinched his forehead and dropped his shoulders. “Sorry, we didn’t really meet before, but we’re friends of Obstagoon.”

 “Ah ok, the other two told me about you guys,” recalled Zeraora. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Zeraora, a friend of the Toxtricity brothers.”

 “Nice to meet you as well. I’m Kadabra,” he introduced, “and you probably heard me, but this big guy is Machoke.”

 “Hey there! It’s a pleasure!”

 “Likewise.”

 “We were just on our way to go meet up with the band,” revealed Kadabra. “Are you going to see them too?”

 “Well, they gave me this pass for that—”

 “Come on, Kadabra, that was a silly question,” chastised Machoke. “Of course he’s going!”

 “He could have had other plans!”

 “Then why would he be here still?”

 “Um.”

 “Sorry.” Kadabra leaned against Machoke and rolled his eyes. “He just likes to bully me sometimes.”

 “Do not!” Machoke slumped down over Kadabra, propping his chin over his head. “Just a little bit of teasing.”

 “Uh-huh.”

 “It’s true! And you’re so fluffy too…” Machoke chuckled as he brushed Kadabra’s mustache and tail. He grinned at his partner’s blushing and then returned his attention to the cat. “Hey, Zera, come with us, and we’ll all head over!”

 “Oh, um. Sure.”

 As Machoke lifted off of him, Kadabra studied Zeraora for a moment. “It’s strange, but I feel like I’ve seen you in particular somewhere before.”

 “Are you sure?”

 “Hmm. Now that you question me, less so.” Kadabra shrugged. “Ah well. It’s still nice meeting you all the same.”

 Kadabra smiled as Machoke scooped up his hand and guided him along. Zeraora watched the pair as they chattered to one another, though he quietly ambled behind them, clutching his arm and lightly rubbing it.

 Heading behind the stage, the three came across the band members packing up. Rillaboom lifted his drum for the truck, and listened to Cinderace excitedly babble to him, while Inteleon leaned against him and inspected Rillaboom’s sticks. Obstagoon spoke on the phone while the Toxtricity brothers listened to their manager’s directions on loading equipment.

 Spying the other three arrive, Obstagoon finished up his conversation, hung up the phone, and waved to Machoke and Kadabra as he strolled to meet them.

 “Sweethearts Supreme made it to our show! How about that?” He winked and laughed as the two blushed and looked away from him. “Aw, come on, I’m only teasing. It’s great to see you both.”

 “You act like we wouldn’t come out to see you,” mocked Kadabra. “We don’t get that carried away on our dates.”

 “Could’ve fooled me,” teased Obstagoon. “So, so! Anyone cute out there for me tonight?”

 “Kind of hard to tell when everyone around us was just screaming your name,” admitted Machoke. “You might just be a bit too popular.”

 “No such thing!” Obstagoon folded his arms and beamed for a moment, but then deflated. “…Come on, no one noteworthy?”

 “We did our best listening out for you, but Machoke’s right, and it’s difficult in a crowd,” reiterated Kadabra. “Why can’t we just take you to a bar or a club?”

 “Because those are for after I find someone and we can double date,” insisted Obstagoon. “It’s no fun just picking up someone random.”

 “So, you’d choose a fan instead.”

 “Yeah!” He grinned. “We’d have common interests right away!”

 “Well, how about a monkey?” Zeraora waited as Obstagoon finally focused on him. “I think one was kind of interested in you.”

 “What, my drummer buddy, Rillaboom?” Obstagoon chuckled. “He’s cute, but I think he’s got his hands a bit full.” He shrugged. “Fortunately for him, he’s got two of them.”

 “No, I meant this dark ape in the audience,” detailed Zeraora.

 “With the two little ones bouncing around?”

 “Yeah, those were his friends.”

 “Ooh, that makes more sense! Still, he could probably be a good dad…” Obstagoon blinked and shook his head. “Wow, I’ve been rather rude. Name’s Obstagoon, as you likely know!” He outstretched his hand and stuck it out for Zeraora to take, and quickly shook it once he did. “Big hands and good grip, nice! What’s your name, mate?”

 “Zeraora,” he introduced. “Uh, I’m friends with—”

 “Hey, you came!” One of the Toxtricity brothers hurried over and threw his arms around Zeraora. “So cool, great to see you!”

 “Yay, we’re all here,” murmured the other brother, ambling over to the pair. He lifted his arms and dropped onto the embracing pair. “Group hug, hooray…!”

 “Amp, Low, is this the one you two always go on about?” Obstagoon tilted his head as he folded his arms, while Zeraora perked up at the question.

 “Yeah, he’s super cool,” praised Low. “His movements are so quick that they sound like thunder.”

 “He’s great at guitars and percussion, and even makes his own special effects,” piped up Amp. “And he’s pretty cute too, right?”

 “Guys…”

 “Aw, look at him blush!” Obstagoon snickered. “But he makes a pretty good crowd scout too! Maybe I should fire my minions and sign him on instead!”

 “Please fire us,” muttered Machoke and Kadabra together.

 “Just for that, I refuse!”

 “Ugh…”

 “Shouldn’t have made friends with someone famous!”

 “You weren’t famous when we met,” teased Kadabra as he stuck his tongue out.

 “And you don’t even pay us for all our hard work,” piled on Machoke.

 “Blah, blah…” Obstagoon observed the Toxtricity brothers with Zeraora for a moment. Scooping up Machoke and Kadabra’s hands, he tugged them along. “Actually, I want you two to come meet our manager before he kills himself over all of that equipment. His name is Weavile!”

 The badger dragged his friends off to the truck, where Weavile was struggling to lift a large speaker in.

 Both Toxtricity brothers smiled to Zeraora, who reflexively returned it to them. However, he glanced down to the ground and rubbed behind his head. Low nudged him a bit, while Amp picked up his cheeks to make a smile. All three laughed a bit, but Zeraora slowed into a sigh, and his friends stopped as well.

 “So, um. Why did you guys want to invite me?”

 “Isn’t it obvious?” Amp placed his hands on his hips. “We wanted to see if you would enjoy our group!”

 “We want to try getting you to come to more shows too,” chimed in Low, lightly strumming at his protrusions.

 “But why?”

 “…To…see how much you liked them,” enlightened Low. He tilted his head. “You know, like, to see if you wanted to join in.”

 “What?”

 “Haven’t we bugged you about this a lot before?” Amp folded his arms and hastily tapped his foot. “You used to play music with us too, and we want to see if we could fit you in with our group!”

 “Plus you’re fun and nice.”

 “Those too!”

 “Do you guys really think that?” Zeraora raised an eyebrow.

 “Of course!”

 “Why wouldn’t we?”

 “Uh…it’s nothing important,” downplayed Zeraora.

 “Come on, you can tell us!” Amp picked up Zeraora’s hand and swayed it back and forth. “You could use it!”

 “If it’s a secret, we’ll keep it safe,” reassured Low, as he clung to Zeraora’s other arm. “And if it’s not, we want to listen anyway.”

 “Well…I haven’t really been all that great at standing out almost ever,” divulged Zeraora. “None of my music or performances did well, definitely nothing like what you guys do.” He deflated and stared down at the ground. “People keep acting like they recognize me, but it’s mostly because I’m considered a very rare type, not because of my old works or style.”

 “Wait, really?”

 “That’s what we love!”

 “Nobody else seems to,” furthered Zeraora. “In fact, I’ve been trying to give up at performing altogether, which is why I came here to support you guys. I wanted to see you both do better and get out there more.” Zeraora shrugged. “I’m mostly irrelevant.”

 “Who told you that?!” Electricity sparked from Amp as he pounded his fists together.

 “That wasn’t very nice at all,” agreed Low, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

 “Nobody told me that,” corrected Zeraora. “It’s just…what I picked up on.”

 “Oh. …Huh…we never thought that about you at all.” Low picked up Zeraora’s hand. “In fact, I always thought you were really cool, and you inspired me a lot of times. Plus, you always notice even small things with us, like not just with music, but how we’re feeling, so that makes me feel great.”

 “Really?”

 “Yeah, me too!” Amp scooped up Zeraora’s other hand. “I really had no idea that you didn’t seem popular. I always thought everyone liked you, but maybe that’s because Low and I like you a lot!” He grinned. “You’re so supportive with our music, and seeing you around always brightens up my day!”

 “Wow, I…didn’t know that,” realized Zeraora. “That’s…you guys, that was really sweet…”

 “Sure, of course!”

 “Anytime for you.”

 “Does that mean you’d consider joining us sometime?” Amp tugged Zeraora’s arm closer to his chest. “I’d love to have you around!”

 “Me too, I want you to be with us,” insisted Low, as he pulled Zeraora closer to him. “I think we’d play better and be happier together.”

 “Ah, well, I…um…” Zeraora blushed and smiled. “I guess I should think it over first, but…I’m pretty sure I would like that, if the others think it’s ok.”

 “Of course they will!”

 “We’ll convince them.”

 Together, the trio laughed as they hugged again, and spent the next half hour talking and catching up on their recent activity. Once Weavile insisted on heading out for a late dinner, the band members quickly invited their friends along, and everyone took off for a nice night.

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Yay, cute and wholesome ending!

I was actually planning on being totally overt with the Toxtricity bros wanting to date Zeraora and argue over him at first before Zeraora hinted at them trying a poly relationship, but it seemed a bit jarring compared to the heartwarming moments they were having, so I kept that part out. (I didn’t want it to seem like the brothers had ulterior motives for being nice to Zeraora.)

Obstagoon was another character that I wanted to test out a little bit. Hopefully he was pretty cute too, since I wanted him to play off my typical Machoke and Kadabra type of couple. It had the Fighting-Psychic-Dark triangle, so I was too tempted to pass that up. (Jock, Nerd, Punk, whoo!)

Writing all three of them as rock-stars is pretty much what they’re designed for, so that’s good, but I’ll have to consider how to transition them for medieval times and potential alternative roles, lol.

Some other Gen 8 Pokemon were included too, since I’m totally out there with them and Gen 7, and need to get into using them. I even tried out Zarude for fun, even though they’re not available, as of writing. 

Also, I know nothing of music, so if this isn’t a super authentic band hangout kind of thing for you, my bad, but I’m not very familiar with that for a writing genre by any means, lol, so, sorry!

Lyrics were swiped from Fire Emblem Heroes and titles from Xenoblade Chronicles, since I wasn’t very lively on making lyrics. Lazy, I know, but oh well.

Anywho, just a simple and fluffy fanfic for a friend, who I hope enjoyed it! And everyone else that reads too. So, thank you for reading!

[musicalmukebox]

Let’s Get (Back) Together | l.h. (6)

Ctto of the gifs used!

AU: Parent Trap Dad!Luke

Summary: A strong love which led to a strong marriage and twin daughters. Yet in the end, it didn’t turn out so well. You strongly refuse to encounter him ever again. But what happens when both of you coincidentally send your twin daughters to the same summer camp in Florida after 10 years?

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: swearing, mention of sex, hate comments 

A/N: Ahh, this was really hits home to write. Enjoy! 

I don’t own Parent Trap and its ideas. It’s only used as inspiration.

1 / 2A / 2B / 2C / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15

Feedback/Questions/Others? Here.

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2020, New York

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N): From Music Video Extra to Real Life Girlfriend Real Quick”

“More than 5 seconds: Luke Hemmings shows off new girlfriend in santa monica”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N): To Amuse or Use Luke Hemmings?”

Those were some of the many headlines of different articles talking about your relationship with Luke. Yes, they were showing negativity, and they hurt you because they weren’t at all true. Why not speak up, right? But you chose not to. You shielded your actual feelings because you didn’t want to stress anyone else out, especially Luke. Having him as a boyfriend has its cons, commonly with the media and paparazzi. You knew that this was bound to happen, so you just braved the media with a fake smile. 

One cold afternoon, you and Luke decided to act touristy in New York before he has a show that same night, alongside the boys and Eleanor. You needed a getaway from Los Angeles, and you thanked the heavens that you had a 2 week break before you go back. Much to your luck, that day was a very happy one. Eating pizza in different pizza places with the boys, taking a lot of photos courtesy of Eleanor and strolling around Times Square and Central Park with all good vibes?

Shit, things were going right for once.

When you guys were headed to enter at the back exit of the venue, the boys decided to meet some fans and take some pictures with them too first. For sure, Eleanor was down since she’s in charge of making the tour videos. You joined it because why the heck not? You want to see your boyfriend happy and maybe help take pictures of him and the fans anyways. 

Walking towards the long lines, fans were instantly screaming excitedly, their idols right within their vicinity. Just thinking about how hardworking the boys have been with their music and their fans loving it so much because it’s relatable and well-written warms your heart so much. Not just that, the fans were so orderly; no mobbing nor grabbing of the boys’ hair or clothing while they await their turns. Seeing their genuine smiles is a quick happy pill. 

“(Y/N), can you take our photo?” Luke handed you a fan’s phone for you to capture their cute moment, which was the girl was being piggybacked by Luke. As you did such, Luke gave you a hug before you handed him back the phone.

“Thanks, babe. You’re the best!” He thanked, kissing your temple and getting aww’s from the fans. 

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” You are called out by a group of different fans who just finished taking their photos by the boys, which naturally urged you to approach them. They didn’t expect that you’d respond, making them squeal.

“Hi girls! How are you doing?” You greeted. 

“We’re doing great! Super excited for the show later!” One girl shared.

“Same! I’ve been waiting for this day for 2 months.

“Hyped and ready to cry.” 

That last response made you laugh. You asked other questions while those fans did the same with you. Pretty much, it was a back and forth interview. Your responses are in bold.

“Are you all from New York?” 

“Born and raised.”

“I’m studying here, but originally from Maine.”

“Any of you bring posters or anything else?”

“I have a mini poster that says “let’s take shots!” in all caps!”

“I have two roses, in case the other one gets lost.”

“What songs are you ready to hear live?”

“Valentine! This is my first 5SOS concert, and I really love that song.��

“Lie to Me. Gives so much goosebumps.”

“Vapor. Pretty old but it’s really beautiful to listen.”

 Switch sides. 

“What’s Luke like when you’re hanging out alone in his house?”

“Always chill, really. To be honest, he’s into cuddles. But one main thing that makes me come back more is Petunia, so shh.” You joked, putting your pointer finger against your lips.

“What’s your most favorite thing about Luke?”

“He makes me laugh over small things, like sending me random boomerangs when I’m in class.”

 “How about your least favorite?”

“One would be when I’m studying, he tries to distract me a whole lot with almost anything his mind can think. Another is hoarding my instant ramen noodles.”

 “How did you guys confess your feelings?” 

“New Years Eve. We were really drunk and just admitted it. You now what they say, drunk words are sober thoughts.” You half-lied.

 “So is the sex great?” One fan fired at you, getting everyone’s attention. You were put on the spot, getting giggly and slightly pressured.

“Best sex ever.” You whispered away, getting them to squeal more. Another fan asked you if she could have a selfie with you, which you happily accepted and then smiled at the camera.

 “Thanks a bunch, (Y/N). Let me just say this, you are so talented and screw the haters! I can’t wait what you’ll do next.” She compliments, your heart feeling warm once more as you gave her a hug as a sign of thankfulness. “Thank you, love. I appreciate it very much.” 

 “(Y/N) (Y/L/N) is a user!” You suddenly heard someone shout. 

“(Y/N), you can fuck off!”

“(Y/N), leave Luke alone! You don’t deserve him!” 

 These phrases were attacks on you, and you froze in fright and anger. You turn to where those fans were and bound to speak your mind, but was stopped by Eleanor, whose hand gripped on your arm.

“Not worth it, (Y/N). Now come on, the boys are entering inside and we should too.” Following orders, you bid goodbye to the fans and finally entered the venue, which was a lot warmer than the chilly weather outside.

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“Thinking 'bout you lots lately, have you been eating breakfast alone like me?”

The show was in full swing. The lighting was on point, good vibes and music too. You were at the balcony area, jamming to Moving Along and swaying your hips alongside Eleanor, who just finished filming excerpts for the video. As the boys played the last chords of the song, the next part would be talking of some sort, which could be a giving thanks one or a roasting session, pretty much anything.

“New York, how are you feeling?!” Luke hyped, the screams of the fans getting louder. 

“You guys have been awesome so far, and wow, I love my job so much!” 

“God, Luke, how many times have you said that on this tour?” Calum asks humorously.

“Too much! But shit, thanks for all the support you’ve given Youngblood!” He raised his mic stand, having some lights flash behind him as he did. As he put the stand down, he looked over at Michael, about to speak again but chiller.

“Let’s get a bit serious for a moment, guys. Hey, Michael. I have a question for you.”

“What’s on your mind, Luke?”

“So, you and Crystal are going 4 years strong now, right?” Luke starts, getting some cheers from the audience.

“Yup, 4 happy years yeah!” More cheers erupted.

“Nice one, buddy! Moving on, did you or Crystal get any hate about that? I’m pretty curious.” Yup, Luke just did that. 

“We did, but it was mostly on her. It made me sad when she’s sad whenever she comes across tweets towards her. There have been times where she was crying to me because it got too much.” Michael’s happy expression turned sour. 

“Sending hate is really low of someone, honestly. When you support the band, you shouldn’t judge whoever they want to date.” Ashton speaks up.

“I have another thing I want to say if you guys don’t mind. So awhile ago, I was taking pictures with a bunch of you guys, then I overheard some fans bashing on my girlfriend. That’s really uncool and hurts a lot to hear.” Luke confronts, disappointed. The crowd grew silent, so intensely it could be cut with as a knife.

“I heard the same with Eleanor actually. Really, guys? How would you feel if you hear when someone says bad things to your friends or family when you’re around?” Calum adds, looking down at his shoes afterwards and adjusting his bass guitar strings.

“To be honest, it’s better to send positivity than negativity, it’s what we need today. If you don’t like them, fine go ahead. Just don’t be vocal about it especially online because we see everything. And to (Y/N), I know it’s a pretty public way to proclaim it, but I truly love you.” Your heart jumped. This is the first time he’s said the big “L” word towards you, full-heartedly and romantically. Not counting the platonic ones from when you were still just friends.

“Aww, too much feels tonight! Fuck hate, love love love! Now, the next song is Talk Fast! Let’s go!” Ashton beamed before hitting the first beats of the song on his drum kit.  You continued to watch Luke from above, his purple glittery eyeshadow sparkling in the light and gripping on the microphone as he sings those lyrics. He noticed, giving you a cheeky wink which made you shake your head in flattery and the crowd go wild again.

-

“Nice show, fellas!” You hear some crew members say to the boys from outside. They just finished, and you and Eleanor were by the dressing room, opening up the bottle of Jack Daniels and a liter bottle of rootbeer. Trust me, this is good shit. Mixing the concoction on a pitcher, you could hear the door creak open, signaling you that the boys are going inside. Turning around, you see 4 sweaty boys, still on a high after performing and holding red cups already.

“Fuck, never gets old!” Michael cheers, lying down on the couch. “What you making over there, babe?” Calum approaches Eleanor from behind, hugging her waist and nuzzling his head on her shoulder. 

“Rootbeer and Jack Daniels. Figured we should try something new, something that isn’t Corona.” Eleanor keeps mixing before removing the spoon to take a sip. Her face puckers up a bit.“This is good! Get your red cups, guys!” You were first in line, pouring the mix on your cup, sipping it. It was strong but sweet.

“I love it!” You continued drinking, but as you stopped, your eyes focused on Luke, sitting on the couch and scrolling through phone. Making your way to him, you sat beside him, putting your head on his shoulder. “Whatcha looking at?” 

“Twitter. A lot of fans took videos of that band speech awhile ago, and it’s getting popular.” He answered in monotone, eyes still glued on his phone. In order to get his full attention, you stood up and got his phone from his grasp

“What the fuck, babe?” He complained, arms crossed before standing up. You forgot for a second that he was really tall, urging your head to tilt upwards.

“Can we talk outside first, Luke?” You bluntly ask. When he nods, you discreetly exited the room, but you hear someone say “oh shit” before you close the door. Walking to find a hidden spot where no one is around quietly, Luke momentarily felt he was in trouble. Was it because he confronted his fans like that or suddenly putting you on the spot with the big “L”? Finally, you found a spot which was near an exit, then Luke broke the silence, nervous.

“Okay, I don’t know for sure what I did to make you annoyed or whatever, so please te-“ You cut him off by softly planting your lips on his, tiptoeing to reach his height. Well, slightly.

One hand was on his shoulder and the other was on his cheek. His hand went under your shirt, feeling his fingers linger on my skin. His vacant hand went to your waist. He wanted more by tugging on your shirt, but you let go before he did could remove it, your forehead resting on his so you could breathe for a bit. His blue eyes opened slowly to yours eyes, giving him a loving smile. 

“Luke, I love you so much too.” Pretty cheesy you thought, but it made the butterflies in your stomach go away. He was everything you wanted in this life. Luke was on cloud nine, lifting you up, your legs entangled on his waist and his hands under your thighs for support.

“You are worth more that the haters, alright? They’ll go through me if they attack again.”

“You know I can defend myself, right?” You played.

“But let me help you, it helps me with my self-esteem.” He wiggled his eyebrows. 

“Whatever, babe. Shut up and kiss me again.” He did as told, his lips crashing your alcohol dripped lips. Tilting your head a bit, his mouth opened up a bit so you could get more access. He bit your lower lip in between, making you moan.

“That never gets old.” He says in between kissing. 

“That’s what makes me love you more.”

-

2034, Los Angeles

“Oh yay! Thank you very much, goodbye.” You hung up the phone call. It was the designer in charge of finalizing the details on your gown that will be worn in your Australian premiere of Take Me or Leave Me.

As you did such, Stella walks in the room, holding on her fuzzy bunny Kira. You couldn’t decipher what she was feeling as she kept a straight face, but you can see her sleepy eyes blinking slowly.

“Morning, bub. Come stay in bed with me, let’s have breakfast in bed.” You insisted, patting the vacant side of your bed. She comes closer and tugged on the bedsheets, entering herself inside but still with a frown.

“How was your day yesterday with Mark? He told you that you watched numerous films and ate a lot pizza.”

“I did, and it was really fun. How was last night for you?”

“Really fun. Date nights with uncle Tim are filled with jokes, awkwardness and really good food.” She smiles, then frowns again.

“Are you okay, Stella? You’ve been frowning since you lied in bed with me.”

“Well, I need to meet up someone tomorrow, but I don’t know what to do next.” She squirms, instantly hid herself in the blankets.

“Stella, come on, talk to me.” You try to pull down the sheets, but Stella’s grip was stronger.

“Stella! I need to meet up with Stella. She’ll be here tomorrow.”

“O-kay, but where could she be right now?” You squint your brows at her nonsense.

“Sydney, Australia with her dad Luke Hemmings.” You froze. Your grip of the blanket softened, lifting it.

“You’re not Stella?” You were in disbelief, thinking this is a nightmare and very eager to wake up. You pinched your side, wincing. Sadly, you’re awake.

“Hello, mum.” Rebecca crawled out from the covers, hearing the strong Australian accent just like his.

“Oh my god, you’re Rebecca?” She nods slowly. You put your hand on your mouth, trying to comprehend the situation.

“Stella and I, we switched places. She wanted to see dad and I wanted to see you. I’ve been waiting for this moment to happen, and I wanted you to love me as me, not as Stella.” Rebecca explained in full in order for you to catch on why she is here. You wanted to cry, but first you gave her a heartfelt hug. “Oh poppet, I have loved you all this time. I missed you.”

“You called me poppet. Dad still calls me that.”

“That was always our nickname for you because you laughed at the sound of Stella’s mouth bubbles when they pop a lot, which is also why we called Stella bub.”

“I missed you so much too, mum.” As you were a having a moment, it was cut as you hear Mark crying a bit as he held your breakfast tray. “I’m so sorry, miss. This just made me happy.” He put it down and exits quietly, also closing the door. “So what happens now? Will you switch us back?” Her blue eyes she inherited from her father looked nervous.

“Well, technically, you belong with your dad and Stella belongs with me.”

“Wow. This set-up is such a bummer, mom.”

“I know, poppet. I’m sorry that’s what we planned.” You remained silent, letting some tears out.

“They’ll be in Los Angeles tomorrow. Dad has a few shows here, working in the studio all week with the band and attending the VMAs too. Don’t you get invited to go to the VMAs every year?”

“I do, but I stopped because-”

“Dad was there.” She finishes your sentence, disheartened.

“Yes.” You frowned at the fact. Just imagine you going right after that divorce and the years after, it would cause tension and a topic different media outlets would use to their advantage. Just no.

“Well then. You better tell Gina that you’re going and get the show on the road!” Stella cheers, getting up from the bed and raising her arms in celebration. “Yeah, let’s get it.” You say, anxiously dreading with what’s to come.

-

“I fucking can’t with this.” You kept going in and out of your walk-in closet, breathing out the smoke from your e-cigarette which you haven’t used since the divorce out of stress. Mark was also there, holding some outfit choices you picked earlier. Gina just arrived 10 minutes, being oriented by Mark that you know about the situation. She was also in the room, contacting the organizers of the VMAs of the last minute changes to your acceptance of invitation and arrival.

“I haven’t seen Luke Hemmings in 10 years, although hearing about him and his personal and band life wasn’t easy to swerve away. And to see him tomorrow already? I’m not mature enough for this!” You ranted, brushing away some hair because it was messed up. Pacing the room back in fort, breathing through the e-cigarette and letting out more smoke, you spoke up again.

“If he didn’t drive me crazy and angry all the time, we would still be married.” You made your way to Mark, comparing out the different outfits. “Gina, dear, which do you like better?”

Gina, who just finished texting the final details, looked up from her phone and examined closely what you chose. One outfit was a red plunging neckline, spaghetti strap dress with a slit up until your whole leg with red ensembles, and the other was a black dress also with a plunging neckline with a much shorter slit on the side with black heels.

“Nice to see you you like plunging necklines.” She chuckles. “The red one. You can wear the black one in the afterparty.”

“Afterparty? I don’t think it’s appropriate since Rebecca’s with me.” You implied. “Well, the organizers insist you’d come! It’s been a long time they said, and they would want you to have a comeback. Besides, they want to meet Rebecca too.” You pondered for a minute. You were just concerned on how Rebecca would react to the paparazzi in LA, the flashing lights on her. But then again, she was probably used to it with having Luke as her father in the first place. “Okay, I’ll go. In one condition.”

“What is it, miss?”

“Well firstly, Gina, I have known you for all these years and I don’t know what I’d do without you getting through my hectic schedule and career, so I was wondering if -”

“I’d go with you to both the events, take care of her and make things easier?” She said the words straight out of your mouth. You gripped her shoulders, nuzzling your head.

“Oh would you please! Thank you so much, and you don’t have to go as my assistant, just as a close family friend, which is a fact too.”

“No worries, miss! And as a friend, when I am seeing my ex after 10 years and had your looks,” Her hands this time gripped on your shoulders and brought you to the vanity mirror and chair, sitting you down. She opens one drawer and brings out a silver choker and assorted rings, then puts some hair on one side. “I would have this getup on. You will slay it! Whatcha think, Mark?”

“You’re gonna kill it, and him too!” He exclaimed.

As this occurred, Rebecca was behind the door, giggling at your frantic self. She liked that you really wanted to make a bold entrance to your crazy man of an ex-husband and to the media as well. Entering the room, you were lying on the bed, still vaping out smoke.

“Mom, stop that! It’s not healthy!” She came to your side, grabbing the e-cigarette, giving it to Mark. “Hey, I need it!”

“Hide this wherever, I don’t want her to die just yet.”

“No problem, bub.” Mark leaves the room, sneakily smoking a bit of it. Luckily, you didn’t see it because you would grow even madder. “That thing costs a lot, you know?” You told the blonde girl, now drinking out of your flask, tasting the familiar taste of vodka. “I know, aunt Eleanor has one just like it.” She answers, also saying a name you haven’t heard in so long.

“Aunt Eleanor? How is she?” You chimed in, focused the whereabouts and state of your once close friend in your twenties. It’s been ages since you’ve heard about her, the last being when you told her about the finalization of the divorce.

“Great, she and uncle Calum are great and also happy. You know her?”

“She was one of my closest friends, who is your godmother. Dad didn’t tell you, huh?” She shakes her head. “Well, I miss her very much. She was one of the people I cut off ties with because I was too hurt after I separated with your dad.”

“That’s awful! You should reconnect when they come here tomorrow or something when you talk to dad.” Rebecca reacted. You regret cutting off ties, but talking to her will remind her of Luke because it was the tour life that bonded you with her a lot and it will be so painful. You got to do what you have to do in order to be sane once more.

“Speaking of your dad, does he know about the switch-up?” You question, sitting up from your previous position in order to look at her properly. “Yes, Stella just messaged me a while ago that she told dad.” She makes up, trying to comfort you so you wouldn’t worry anymore. But you weren’t aware of such.

“Yikes, I’m going to have to mentally prepare for that.” You say, putting your palm on your face. But from your peripheral view, you watched how Rebecca pouted, full of sadness and fright. This isn’t normal for an 11 year old to handle, and this is a nightmare as well for you to deal with an ex-husband when things didn’t work out like it used to.

“Oh poppet, your dad and I will work this out, okay? I got this under control.” You reassured her, her saddened eyes brightened, feeling hopeful as she hugs you, falling on your back. You tried not to cry or tear up yet despite the temptation.

Truly, the guilt pangs your heart for leaving but glad that you are reunited. How dearly you missed this girl.

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10/31/19 3:14pm - Lotssaaaa Fet Stuff

I realize now that I wrote concerts, in anticipation of getting to this weekend in the last post, and I only wrote about one concert. Dumb.

I went to my first BDSM play party on the first sat of the month. It was wild. I went in a suped up kitty outfit but found that I didn’t really enjoy my new plug as much as I’d hoped. Everyone loved it though, I met a bunch of people and got to try my first scene! My buddy gerald and Lyn topped me for some elector play and I spent a half hour getting shocked with various metal thingies. Man, it felt like thousands of scratchy tickles. I was laughing my ass off the entire time. It was amazing. It felt like a lot. But it felt exhilarating too. And I watched some intense flogging and some medical scening like needles going through tits and medical staples and electrically conductive wire being run through all of it and then electrified. It was mind blowing. I’m definitely about the scene now. It’s like enchanting to see how everyone reacts to everything in different ways. The screaming, the moaning, the shivering, the stomping. I really like to watch rope play as well, I’m meaning to start learning it myself again. Lyn said she’d practice with me, and another girl Elyse did too but we’ll get to her later. I’ve just gotta make sure I can DO it. Don’t wanna like embarrass myself lol. Though I think they’d both be pretty understanding. But still, that might be one of my next creative projects. So I guess I’ve gotten away from it but the party at the hangar was fun as fuck. Lyn came over afterward, we finally had sex and she’s the first person to successfully convince me to wear a condom since my vasectomy 😂 Sex was sex/10, nothing super special, but delightfully satisfying. Lyn’s on the heavier end of my acceptable BMI range for partners, but she’s not super heavyset or anything. Since then we haven’t been able to hang out, she had to do some surgery and has been stuck at home. But she got some electro play stuff so as soon as she’s feeling better we’re definitely gonna fool around with that :3 So high hopes that she’ll be harem member #2. fingers crossed  😘

Lyn stats -  Str - 10, Dex - 6 (currently lol), Con - 13, Int - 13, Wis - 13, Cha - 12 Hob - 16, Spo - 14, Mhp - 14, Sex - 19, Beu - 13, Sta - 10

To be clear maybe this sex stat is a little inflated, but gotta give credit where credit is due. Pretty legendary just watching her love sucking my cock for a half hour.

We were up until like 4 in the morning watching somethingorother. I downloaded the marvel movies I hadn’t seen but it wasn’t the right time to watch them. We watched some anime and cuddled up and passed out. I don’t know when she left but I’m pretty sure I slept in til like 3 or 4 I think lol.

The next day I went to durham early to see KKB play again! Hung out with Kailey and Cane and Pacos beforehand and drank a bit of champagne to pregame the concert. Honestly I was pretty fucking beat by the time the concert happened though. Like was falling asleep standing up during the show. Plus we were way in the back, the venue was way more crowded than when we saw KKB at the coffeehouse. Felt a little less romantic. But I did bump into my buddies john and travis there, that was weird. and my other friends ended up messaging me saying they were there too but didn’t bump into them. I was still happy I saw the show though, and it’s always great chilling with manu and christina and maya and pacos and oliver and rianne. I was actually supposed to switch shifts that day so I could go to another fet event on wednesday, but bailed so I could hang out with them. Despite being tired as balls I’d say it was worth.

OH MY GOD then I’m not sure if it was this monday or the previous one. But I met this thick Chris Pratt looking welsh guy at the local Fet mixer (slosh night). He kept complimenting me and said if I wanted to fool around I should let him know. Well the night rolled around and my friend had tried to introduce me to this girl who wanted to do pet play but I really didn’t hit things off with her, and was talking to this chris pratt guy about his life traveling the world and also anime. So I took him home to his hotel room, and we tried to arrange for a girl to come play with us too. Unfortunately she flaked so we sat there drinking some rum together and reminiscing on our lives and sharing stories. We decided to get some food and then start fooling around, but right then he got a call that his brother died and he’d have to change his travel plans for the week to make it to the funeral. Pretty tragic. We kissed goodbye and that was that. Guy made bannnkkkk though, I probably would’ve been a boy toy for that kinda cash lmfaoooo. It wasn’t like that. But it could have been. Who fucking knows, man.

That week my fet friend Ann came out to do karaoke with me, too. We don’t have a thing, yet. But we talk once in a while. I haven’t seen her in a minute but she’s into nerdy shit. Turns out there’s a Lot of overlap with nerdy and fet. Which is amazing for me. But Ann joined me and Terri and our friend Matt and Skyler and Jacob and Caitlin are usually there and a lot of times our buddy Jonas from emo karaoke comes too so I’ve got a great fucking posse starting to build up. Karaoke is sick. It’s like my home.

But the next weekend was a fetish fashion show, and my second play party.

For the fashion show Lyn and I had been talking about dressing up to compete, but she ended up having her surgery and couldn’t go. I still was ready to go with my kitty outfit that I had given a test run at the hangar a week before, so I was ready to rock it. Tbh I was kinda nervous. It would have helped if I found out I was the only one competing in my category, but I just wanted to make sure I looked beautiful and shit. Did the best job I’ve ever done putting on eyeliner, I’m getting a lot better lol. Actually got some compliments from the host on it. And a whole bunch of my first fet friends were there to see me!

Sidebar - I came out of the closet as bi on national coming out day on oct 11. Figured it wouldn’t matter too much, but I really wanted to. I’ve identified as bi for a long time, and I’ve been telling people in person for years, but idk I just really wanted to be public about it.

It hasn’t been a relief per se, but it definitely has made me the subtlest bit more comfortable with picturing myself in gay situations. Like there was this cute guy at the fashion show who got tied up in rope and the way the rope tied around his cock made it look huge and he was this cute blonde and I kinda imagined making out with him for a while. lolol.  I think honestly it was because of my situation the week or two before with welsh chris pratt, like I just wanted to be able to DO these things without people questioning like “is this who you are?” well yes, yes it is and has been for a bit so hrmph. Of course nobody was ever questioning if it was who I am because I always introduce myself as bi, but the imaginary people living in my head definitely question. 

The play party that night was divine though. It was newbie oriented, so you could only do things with people if you had someone experienced involved to help show you how to do things right. I bottomed an impact scene for the first time to see how it felt, my friend summer, one of the people I carpooled over with, slapped me around with a bunch of toys. I watched a lot of scenes, my buddy Gerald gave a tutorial on all the different impact toys and how to use them and what you should be looking into when you buy them. I did some wax play with summer and painted on one of the most gorgeous girls I’d ever seen with latex paint with her boyfriend and one of the hosts of the party. Gave her some cute leopard spots and she loved them :3 Me and my friends that I carpooled with skinny dipped in the “hot” tub. Ann later told me that she’s dubbed it the Tepid Tub. It’s not great. LOL but I was stubborn and sat out there for a while with everyone. Still always love to be naked in water, though I would’ve liked it more if it were a better temperature. And I met a bunch more people as always! I started talking to this girl Mariah there. She invited me to cuddle on her lap after my impact scene and I instantly jumped at the opportunity and ended up getting her number and we might hang out sometime. (LOL I’m not fucking kidding I’m really trying to get a polycule going, this is gonna be the hypest thing ever if I actually get rolling.)  I had a blast at that party though, and I’m really pumped to go back this weekend. Should be a hell of a good time. 

Sunday I went out and did a How To Kink Good roundtable discussion, primarily focusing on consent and some issues surrounding it.

I. LOVE. how much of the BDSM community revolves around consent. Everything you do has to be talked out before and after. What you want to have happen during the scene and after the scene. What kind of things you want to happen and what should not happen. It’s more than just safewords, you basically know Everything you’re going to do before you go in. Really cool stuff.

I think beforehand I played a magic tournament, and so then I think after the fet talk I had nothing to do and hung out with Jill or something as normal.

Also somewhere around here I’ve started playing some basketball. I’m actually finally working on not shooting like a moron. Won some games of 2v2 and horse with the gang when they’re trying to play. I’m actually being a little sporty on top of all this weirdness and I’m still trying to run at least twice a week. Sometimes 3. Though this week I was def lazy and only did 1. Ah well I’ll get back into the groove and shave off the last 15 pounds I want off eventually.

For now everyone is calling me beautiful and I feel beautiful and fun and I’m meeting people and it’s all so great. Everything is wonderful. I love everything I’m doing and it’s all so fascinating and weird and feels unique as fuck lol. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any weirder I definitely took another great big leap  😂

[machinehead]

RE:  PINEAPPLE SUNFLOWER SEEDS AND MORE

I don’t know if any you have tried this ridiculous experiment with sunflower seeds and/or pineapple, but the comments and this music video by nut job/ Head Case Floyd MC BBQ have kept me in stitches!! @mcbbq - Big Loads (music video):  https://youtu.be/s7wqVXBTRHI

And I couldn’t stop laughing at this photo:  https://instagram.com/p/BU4jHD1FDj_/ Dyin’ ova' here! This just in; my A&R head honcho Monte Conner tells me that veteran music manager Scott Koenig claims that pure Pumpkin Seed Oil produces HUGE loads! One more thing to try I guess... I have yet to see any results, but it is supposed to take a couple weeks. Below are 3 of the most interesting replies I recieved regarding muslim/gay friends. From:  Peter Southwood Sunflower seeds and pineapple - no fucking idea. Sounds like bullshit. Muslim Friends - Apart from having very few friends anyway, none at the moment. However, I have known plenty, and the one thing I know is that they are people first, Muslim second (unlike the majority of Christians I have met). The Muslim community in the UK don’t even recognise jihadists as being Muslim. They don’t want the three pricks who attacked London on Saturday to be buried with Muslims. Kathy Griffin - It’s all a matter of perspective. If there weren’t beheadings by extremists in the middle east, would we see the picture in a different light? If this were during the election campaign, would we see it as less disgusting? With what Trump has said about Muslims, trying to ban them from going to the US, people could see the image as a jihadist with the presidents head, and therefore an attack on America. Personally, I have no problems with the picture; not funny nor satirical, but controversial and too easy to be misinterpreted by those who want to. Gay friends - Can’t say much about having gay friends; as I mentioned before, I have very few friends as it is, let alone gay ones. However, being gay myself, I find it funny that it’s frowned upon in the metal community. Let’s face it, one of the most popular rock singers was gay (Freddie Mercury), and the main figure behind the leather look that a lot of metal bands and fans adhere to, Rob Halford, got his look from the Leather scene in the gay community! Personally, I’m not worried about being open at a metal gig. In fact, whilst queuing outside the Hammersmith Apollo to see you guys, I got speaking to a couple of others. When they asked if I was married, I told them that my boyfriend and I were waiting for a while. We then went on to have a fucking fantastic time inside. The fact that I’m in the UK and not the US may explain it somewhat; there’s no-where near the level of bigotry over here. There are still some fucktards, but I’ve been lucky enough not to have come across them (not that I would, even if they wanted it!) From:  Waseem Ahmed Mr Flynn A 43 year old Londoner here who’s been listening to your music since 1994, well-kept digipaks of Burn My Eyes and TMTC proudly sat in my music collection, along with your other releases. And a muslim too. And I naturally know shedloads of muslims, both professionally and personally. Last Sunday, I was on the underground on my way to the theatre in the Covent Garden area with my kids. My sister sat opposite me, still heavily mourning the loss of her childhood favourite Chris Cornell. I received a text from a friend in Paris asking me to be careful as emotions would be running high following the London Bridge incidents. I responded that I’d be fine, "I’m wearing a Machine Head t-shirt so everyone will love me." Then it hit me. We’ve reached a point in London, one of the most awesome multicultural cities in the world, where we are now having to explain ourselves and how we differ to the maniacs that wreaked havoc in Manchester and London. Passing questions. All politely asked though. Are you ashamed about what they did? You’re not like those other muslims are you? At that moment, protecting me from any glare was my Bloodstone & Diamonds tour t-shirt. Damn, bad times. My 9-year-old boy is going to his first gigs this year, ticking off Linkin Park and Metallica of his wishlist. He’s scared after hearing about the Ariane Grande concert incident. I’ve told him he will be safe as security has increased everywhere. Fortunately he’s not cottoned onto the muslim label thing yet. That would be heartbreaking to see. I’ve been gigging in London since the age of 17. Classic venues such as The Marquee and Astoria have gone. One thing has remained. The camaraderie at metal gigs, irrespective of faith, skin tone or whatever. Everyone looks after everyone and we’re all there for the same thing. Together. Irrespective of the nonsense taking place in the world, I hope this bond remains throughout my lifetime and beyond. Well now you kinda know another muslim, although via email. If you’re ever in London and fancy a hearty home cooked curry, you’re most welcome to join me and my family. I’ll invite my gay work colleagues too. They are awesome too. And one’s a diehard metaller and one my favourite gig buddies ☺ All the best Waseem From: Svetlana Simanski Subject: Muslims and pineapples Hey Robb, I just read your TGJ email and laughed a lot - what a mix of topics and - since I'm already craving for new MH stuff - I thought the email would maybe an update. Anyway... as a straight girl I have been confronted with the pineapple-hypothesis several times in my life and - until today - in my opinion this is just a way to get girls into BJs a little more. :D Men can never get enough, so they invented this hoax to maybe achieve exactly this. And yes, I already tried to prove the hypothesis. Guess what, the pineapples had no effect at all. If you've ever tasted cum in your life you might know why pineapple-flavor sounds like a nice game-changer. So much on this topic. Now lets get to the muslims. I'm 28 years old right now and I am from Germany. After WW2 there came many guest-workers from Turkey to help us out here, to rebuild the country and most of them stayed, had families and their kids had families themselves, but I never was in touch with them. I met some in my time as a student at university, but never was closer friends with one so I didn't have a chance to get to know the culture or the religion. So, honestly, I had some prejudices. Not from my own experience, but from the word that spread. I live in a big city and we have to deal with some issues here. There are places you shouldn't visit after dark or even whole parts of the city which are not completely safe for white girls in black clothes and without a hijab. Well, of course I had kind of an inner fight with myself and these prejudices. I didn't want to have them at all and since we welcomed like two millions of refugees in Germany over the past two years I decided to work this out for me. Can you believe we still have Nazi-stuff going here in Germany? Didn't they learn anything from history or is it just a story, a bad fairy tale for some people? Honestly, I don't get it. Anyway I took a new job offer at a stationary youth welfare institution and had no idea what to expect. This was kind of an experiment for me and I started six months ago. I work there with 22 refugees. With kids. They came all the way without their parents or any other relatives. The youngest one is 15 years old and he arrived in Germany when he was 13. He did the whole fucking trip vom Afghanistan to Germany by himself. This age I played with barbie or tried out how to look good with make-up. Those were my problems. Wow... I thought I had to go through some things in my life, but I realized it was nothing compared to what they did to come here. What they had to do in their countries to basically survive. They killed for the Taliban to save their families. Can you imagine? No, neither can I. So now I know like 26 muslims (my boss and some coworkers are muslims as well) and I love them all. The kids are so kind and so cute, help- and respectful. You can't imagine. For me this changed everything in my life. Before this job I couldn't image to have a romantic relationship with a muslim, now I can. Besides... they're all a little too young, but in ten years from now... I'd see a bunch of handsome and polite young men from Afghanistan and I can tell you, there are some really, really special characters among them. Just awesome. I got to know their culture a little bit, their habits and routines in religious practice and I even started to learn a little Persian. My job is to look after them in any situation and explain the pitfalls of german bureaucracy. We are also friends somehow, they tell me stories about their lives in Afghanistan, Syria, Iraq and Eritrea - sad and happy ones - and this is basically all I need. This job just gives me back so much. The love and the kindness you get back from these kids is amazing. It took some time to realize: I'm part of their lives now, I am somehow their sister, mother, aunt and friend at the same time. I can't write down all my experiences here, but I wanted to let you know at least a small part of my story and how this job changed my view, my behavior, my thinking and the way I speak to others about muslims or their culture, especially from Afghanistan. I'm hoping my English isn't too bad and you can somehow imagine what I tried to describe. Hope to see you in Germany in 2018. I'll be there, somewhere in the crowd. Cheers from Germany, Svetlana

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