#i think they were singing bohemian rhapsody?

[clembian]

FOR REAL THE STAGEHANDS SLAYED… couple of times one of them had to hand off guitars during songs and he danced his way up there slow motion it was a little silly goofy. the boxes were fun too they were just scrambling around with those,,, my fancy earplugs actually came in a week ago so i tested them last night and they saved my hearing pft would recommend

i actually literally had concert earplugs but it was still So loud ? <- that could just be me tho cuz everyone else seemed to be loving it !!i just like .dont love loud noises which i know is very strange for someone who loves concerts ?its likee .i dont like loud noises but i love music enough to tough through it if that makes sense :] also hearing crowds sing. another big reason i love concerts <3

[justabigassnerd]

Hidden Talent

Pairing - Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x daughter!reader

Word count - 1,615

Warnings - little pinch of angst, mostly fluff, an unpopular trope I guess, don't like it don't read it

Summary - after some convincing, you finally take part in karaoke night and surprise the Daggers and your dad

A/N - I guess I should apologise for disappearing again... I'm so sorry I've been picking up a lot more shifts recently at work so I'm in a permanent state of exhaustion right now and I'm trying to get myself writing for y'all it's just a fight right now. I know this trope isn't popular but like... it was a request so just scroll if you don't like it and yes I chucked Taylor Swift in there because I was listening to her music while writing so yeah. anyway I won't ramble anymore, as per y'all please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!

Karaoke night at the Hard Deck had very quickly become popular among the Daggers when Penny implemented it every Saturday night. It usually consisted of the Daggers singing various songs off-key while a few drinks in. It was great entertainment for you, watching the people your dad worked with to be up on their feet singing the likes of Celine Dion and various attempts to sing the whole of Bohemian Rhapsody.

Each of the Daggers had invited you to get involved on multiple occasions but you always turned them down, saying you got stage fright and that seemed to get them to back off enough although they did reconvene together and whisper about how uncharacteristic it was for you, the daughter of Pete Mitchell to experience anything like stage fright.

One night, you were hanging out at the Hard Deck with the Daggers and watching Jake sing what he has dubbed as one of his favourite country songs, but you weren’t too sure how serious he was about it since he claimed almost every country song as his favourite. As Jake sang, beer bottle in one hand, microphone in the other, Bradley sidled up alongside you in front of the bar where Penny had just handed you a soda and spoke up.

“You going to sing anything?” He asks, keeping his tone as casual as possible.

“Not a chance.” You reply with a slight laugh tagged onto the end as you glance up at Bradley. You knew if you went up there and sang you might get made fun of. You were sure you could sing, after all you had made the school choir but that didn’t stop you from being terrified that the Daggers would tease you and then somehow word would spread to your dad, and you’d become a disappointment in his eyes.

“Come on. Just one song? Please?” Bradley pleads, making you roll your eyes with a light scoff. Since your dad and Bradley had made up, Bradley had no issues stepping in as an annoying yet loveable big brother to you.

“Bradley… have I ever said yes?” You question, raising an eyebrow as Bradley falls silent for a moment before speaking up.

“Just this once and then I’ll never ask you to do it again. Promise.” Bradley insists, nudging you lightly with his elbow, chuckling when you squirm at the tickling sensation that came with the friendly nudge.

“I’ll do it if you and the Daggers promise not to make fun of me or tell dad.” You say after a brief moment of consideration and when at first you saw Bradley light up at you saying you’d do it and then when he heard the rest of your sentence his expression shifted.

“You’d think we’d make fun of you?” Bradley asks softly, eyes regarding you gently as you begin to feel guilty for your words at the crushed look on Bradley’s face.

“Well… you guys always tease each other when you sing so I just assumed you’d act the same towards me. I don’t mind the teasing I’m just nervous enough at the thought of singing in front of you guys that any teasing might just- I don’t know.” You try explaining, not really knowing how to say what you want to say without sounding rude. You never minded a bit of fun with the Daggers, you were able to keep up with their usual banter with ease but there was something so terrifying about singing in front of them. You had grown more passionate about singing the more you did it at school and you weren’t ready for everyone around you to make fun of your interests and passions.

“y/n/n, I promise we will not make fun of you. We can go and speak to them now to get all of them to promise.” Bradley offers, making you nod with the slightest of smiles on your face as you follow Bradley from the bar to where the Daggers had congregated.

“Hey, y/n! Is everything, okay?” Reuben asks as you approach, all of the Daggers noticing how you stuck to Bradley’s side.

“Is something wrong?” Bob asks worriedly, eyes flicking between you, Bradley, and the other Daggers to try and figure out what was wrong.

“Do you want to tell them of should I?” Bradley asks quietly, glancing down at you softly.

“I’ll tell them.” You say, taking a small step forward and addressing the group who give you their undivided attention.

“Bradley has coerced me into singing a song tonight. But I will only do it on two conditions. One, you don’t make fun of me if I sound awful or anything. Two, no one tells dad about it. I’m not ready to potentially embarrass or disappoint him.” You say clearly, the way you command the group eerily reminding them all of Maverick and how he could control the group much easier than any other superior officer. After you finish speaking, the Daggers all exchange looks once more before softening.

“I promise we will not make fun of you, kid.” Jake says sincerely, as the rest of the Daggers agree and give you their own promises to not make fun of you or tell your dad. They were all a bit confused as to why you were so shy about your dad knowing about you taking part in karaoke night but since you didn’t want him to know, they promised they wouldn’t tell him. With their promise secured, you cross to Penny and tell her what song you want to play, and Penny is quick to find you a karaoke version before letting you take the stage.

As the opening bars of Fearless play, you divert your attention away from where the Daggers are sitting and instead focus your attention on the furthest wall to keep yourself distracted as you begin to sing.

When you started to sing, the Daggers exchanged looks of shock and awe. They had no clue what to expect when you took to the stage, but you had taken control of the stage and sung your heart out.

Unbeknownst to you and the Daggers, Maverick had entered the Hard Deck, ready to pick you up but instead of finding you talking and laughing with the Daggers, he saw you up on the small karaoke stage singing. You seemed so happy and confident as you sang, and Maverick couldn’t help but feel his heart surge with pride at the sight. He had no idea you could sing so well. You had never sung in front of Maverick before, not even in the car or singing around the house.

“Hey Pete.” Penny’s soft voice shakes Maverick from his stupor, and he turns to face her as you sing in the background.

“Did you know y/n could sing like that?” Maverick says, awe written across his face as he speaks, making Penny softly laugh at the expression.

“No, I didn’t. And neither did the Daggers by the looks of things. She’s never taken part until today.” Penny says, nodding her head in the direction of where Maverick’s squadron was sat, all of them looking just as shocked as Maverick was, and constantly turning to whisper to each other about your performance.

When you finished the song, the Daggers were quick to cheer and the second you stepped off the small stage Mickey and Javy grabbed you into a hug.

“That was amazing y/n/n!” Natasha says excitedly, pulling you into a hug the moment Mickey and Javy released you from their hug. You couldn’t help but laugh at how everyone was scrabbling to give you a hug or congratulate you. When the group finally dispersed, you came face to face with your dad and you stiffened slightly, worried about what was to come.

“Hi, dad.” You say nervously, trying to anticipate his next words.

“Hi y/n. I didn’t know you could sing like that.” Maverick says, a smile soon breaking out on his face which makes you relax and smile in return.

“That was amazing! I’ve got one talented kid.” Maverick continues, pulling you into his arms gently, holding you close as you wrap your arms around him with a grin.

“Thank you, dad.” You say softly, squeezing him a little tighter as you feel him press a kiss to the top of your head before pulling away.

“I hope we’ll get to hear more of your singing from now on. You can’t keep a talent like that hidden away now.” Maverick says, unable to wipe the grin from his face as you shrug lightly.

“Well, I did make the school choir… maybe you and the others can come to some performances or something?” You suggest, and Maverick wasted no time in agreeing.

“I’ll be there for every performance I can be.” He swears, making your smile widen as you go in for another hug, grateful that your dad was supporting your passion instead of shooting it down like you had feared.

“Hey, pops! Stop hogging the future superstar!” Jake calls over to you and Maverick, making you both laugh out loud as you pull away, turning around to look at him and the rest of the Daggers as Bradley steps forward.

“I just think the most important thing is I finally found myself a singing partner.” Bradley says proudly, slinging an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to his side as everyone chuckles.

“Bold assumption that I want to be your singing partner there Bradley.” You say with a laugh as Bradley’s jaw drops in mock shock.

“Come on! At least one song a week. Deal?” Bradley bargains, everyone falling silent and awaiting your response.

“Okay. Deal.”

[antifainternational]

I have a question… at a Pride event there was exactly one (1) bigot who was preaching into a microphone about how queers were possessed by demons and such. My friend saw this and marched up to him and started moaning and swooning and saying *very*explicit gay stuff at everything he said. Soon other people took notice and joined in; a pair of lesbians kissed, a couple of us took the stage to try and get him off it, and many of us yelled in his face. Others quoted the bible in support of gay people, or shouted from the ground. (I thought about singing bohemian rhapsody, but in the end was too shy/was worried no one would join) However, one gay man pleaded for us to stop, and said we were giving him what he wanted: vindication and attention, and making him seem the martyr. So I’m wondering what you think was the better thing to do?

Always confront bigots. Ignoring bigots and hoping they go away concedes space to bigots. It lets them know they can continue and expand on their intimidation and threats unopposed. It lets the people who they target know that they won't be protected or supported in their own community. There are more than 100 years of anti-fascist history that demonstrating that confronting and opposing bigots works; conceding public space to them does not. BONUS LEVEL: if the bigots are recording themselves in the hopes of getting eyeballs on social media, play Taylor Swift songs at HIGH VOLUME to drown them out. YouTube and other platforms will take down anything using her copyrighted music in an instant!

[marcobodtlives]

Props to Eren for good behaviour because if I was gifted the power of an imaginary telepathic loudspeaker in the minds of an entire population then I’d be saying the dumbest shit imaginable

“Would you guys lo - stop screaming, I just opened the Paths. Gosh, so dramatic. Anyway. Would you guys love me if I were a worm?”

“Okay everybody crack your knuckles in 3… 2… 1…”

“Heyyy, can I get a burger with - oh sorry wrong intercom guys.”

“Simon says jump super high and see if the whole Earth shakes.”

“Oh fuck, I left the speaker running on the simulation. I’m gonna have to mind wipe you all Men in Black Style… haha just kidding guys.”

“How many of you are in the paths rn butt naked ‘cus you were in the shower when I opened the comm line? Oh oh my gosh how many of you are mid shit???”

“You know what would be fun, if everyone simultaneously screamed once I close paths. That’d be hilarious for all the non-Eldians haha.”

“Raise your hand if you’d vote me in as world leader. No? Nobody? K, guess I’ll just start the rumbling if you hate me so much 😒”

“Alright let’s try all sing Bohemian Rhapsody, everyone North of the equator you’re on high pitched, everyone South -”

“Statistically speaking at least one of you has the exact same birthday as me so fess up. Ah. Unfortunately I’ll have to execute you now because I want it to be MY special day.”

“Can I get you all to rate my outfit on a scale of 1-10? Idk if I like it.” *spins in a circle* “What do we think? Lose the boots and try heels or…?”

“Ymir’s been building giant sand sculptures on her own for thousands of years now, so everyone needs to pitch in or she’ll be mad.”

[crazyunsexycool]

Unbreakable

Chapter 7

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: Fluff, drunk reader, she's flirty when she's drunk

A/N: It's happening guys... We are moving forward with this story. Slowly I'll start doing bits of time jumps here and there!!! Also this chapter is a bit all over the space.

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“You’re sure you want to go out for this girl’s night?” Nat asked from your living room.

“Yes. I want drinks and karaoke.” 

You walk out of your bedroom as you finish putting on an earring. Your outfit was simple, jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket. 

“Fine by me. Are you a lightweight?” 

“Probably. I’ve never had more than one drink.” 

“So we get to test the limits?” Nat smirks at you. 

“Yes. I’m very excited. Is Nebula not coming?” 

“She’ll meet us there.” Nat gets up and heads for the door.

“Ok, c’mon Marvin. Let’s go have a good time.” 

****

Nebula was waiting outside of what looked like an abandoned building. Inside though fairy lights lined the ceiling, a spotlight was aimed at a corner where a tv, a mic stand and a very crappy stage took up space. The place wasn’t too crowded, which was perfect. The bar itself sat in the middle of the room in an oval shape creating two almost completely separate spaces. 

“No dogs allowed.” A bartender yells over a drunk guy's horrible rendition of Thriller. 

“He’s a service dog.” 

The guy eyes you for a moment and you have Marvin turn to the side to show off his vest. 

“Fine but we aren’t responsible if something happens to him and if he ruins anything it’s coming outta your pocket.” 

“I promise he’ll be in his best behavior.” You smile and walk toward the karaoke side of the bar with Nat and Nebula. 

Nebula’s black eyes scanned the room more than once. She and Nat sat with their backs to the wall and observed the others. 

“This place looks ridiculous.” Nebula mutters.

“Don’t worry, we’re going to be so entertained that you won’t really notice it. Y/N here has never gotten drunk before.” 

“Really? I bet she’ll get drunk on two drinks.”

“I’ll take that bet.” Nat says. “What do I get when she’s drunk by the first one.”

“I’ll give you my gun.” Nebula offers. “But I want your bracers, the electric ones.” 

“Deal.”

“You know I’m sitting right here, right?” 

Nebula waves you off dismissively while Nat gets up and orders the first round. 

****

It took two drinks to loosen you up and one more to get you to get up on stage to sing Girls just wanna have fun. Nebula seemed to not really be affected by any drink and Nat was surprisingly on the verge of being drunk. It took another drink to get you back on stage. You had all of the people at the bar singing along to bohemian rhapsody.

🎶 “So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?

So you think you can love me and leave me to die?

Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby

Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

Ooh

Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah

Nothing really matters, anyone can see

Nothing really matters

Nothing really matters to me.”🎶  

You sang your heart out. Although some words were a little slurred. What you weren’t aware of was Steve leaning against the bar, completely amused by your carefree attitude.

“Romanoff.” 

“Rogers.” Nat shoots back. “Thanks for coming to pick us up.” 

“It’s no problem. I see she’s having fun.” 

“Definitely. You know what’s funny, she hasn’t stopped talking about you at all.”

Steve flushes pink immediately but before he can say anything you head in his direction. With wide and hazy eyes you look up at him. 

“Steve? What are you doing here? It’s supposed to be girl’s night.” 

“I’m sorry, did I ruin it?”

“No, don't be silly.” You giggle and bat your eyelashes. Nat rolls her eyes but smiles at your drunken flirting. 

“He didn’t just show up.” Nat offers. “I called him to be our designated driver.”

“Oh, makes sense. You’re so smart Natty.”

Nat shakes her head and turns to the bartender to pay the tab while Nebula walks out. 

“Can we get mozzarella sticks before we go home?”

“Sure.” 

****

You were sitting in a small pizza place a block down from the bar. Even Marvin got to snack on some chicken while you munched on your late night snack. Nat and Nebula had called it a night and decided to go back to the compound.

“So how was girl’s night?” Steve asked next to you. 

“Oh it was so much fun. You should totally come next time.” 

“If I did, it wouldn’t be a girl’s night.” 

“You’re right.” You shrug. “But we made an exception for Marv.”

“So I have the same privileges as a dog?” Steve laughs when you look at him with wide eyed horror. 

“What? No. Don’t be silly. You won’t have to sit under a table.” You snort a laugh and then get very serious. “I need to ask you something but you need to be honest.”

“Ok, what’s your question?” 

You turn to give him your full attention. His bright blue eyes shine with amusement and they captivate you. 

“You’re so pretty.” You blurt out. Steve huffs a laugh but his cheeks are tinted pink. 

“Thank you. That isn’t a question though.” 

“Why are you single?” 

“Oh, so we’re going for loaded questions.” 

“I mean you’re so nice and caring and fun to be around. I always feel safe with you. Did I mention that you’re so pretty? Also you have a killer smile.” 

“I do?” 

“For sure. Every time you smile at me I just get weak in the knees.” 

“Your smile makes my knees go weak too.” Steve says back.

“Nope.” You take a bite from a mozzarella stick. “Can’t use my own compliment on me.”

Steve chuckles and shakes his head. You wait patiently for him to say something. 

“Ok well, you have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. I could get lost in them if you’d let me.” 

You give a little giggle and send a wink his way. 

“I’m also so happy that our paths crossed and we met each other.” Steve sent a shy smile your way and you mirrored it. 

Your little bubble burst when Marvin gave a little huff, indicating that he needed to go outside. Steve helped clean off the table and offered you his arm as you walked Marvin. Then he walked you to his car and opened the door for you and Marvin to get in. 

You groan as you turn in bed. Your head was throbbing and your mouth was so dry. With an annoyed huff you open an eye to look around. At least you were home. You spot the water bottle and pills on the nightstand and you take them, drinking half of the water in one go. There’s a small knock at the door which might as well be jackhammers on your head.

“Come in.” You murmur and the door opens. 

Steve stands in the doorway with a tray of food. He tries to hold back his laugh when you groan again and try to hide under the covers. 

“Good morning.” 

“Shhh. My head is killing me.” 

“You’ll survive, you’re just hung over. Why don’t you try to have breakfast?” He says as he walks over to you. Marvin is right behind him and he jumps on the bed. 

“I think I’ll throw up if I do.” 

“I think you’ll be ok. Besides, it'll help settle your stomach.” 

“If you say so.” You grumble but sit up. Steve sets the tray he was holding on your lap and sits on the edge of the bed.

“Start with the toast.” 

You do as he suggests and nibble on the toast. Steve talks in a low but soothing voice until he gets you smiling again. Once you’re done with breakfast you lay back down, this time Steve sits against the headboard. 

“I had this really weird dream last night.” You tell him. 

“Yeah? What was it about?” 

“We were eating mozzarella sticks and I told you that you were really pretty.” 

Steve laughs but looks down at you fondly. He’s met with brows that are furrowed in confusion. Then realization hits you like a truck and your eyes go wide. 

“That wasn’t a dream was it?” You whisper.

Steve throws his head back laughing. “No it wasn’t. You’re a bit of a flirt when you’re drunk.” He says once he calms down. “It’s cute though.”

You groan and hide under your blanket. He chuckles some more.

“In my defense I’ve never been drunk before.” You say from under the blanket before pulling it down and looking up at Steve. “And for the record I stand behind everything I said.” 

You smirk as Steve’s cheeks turn pink. The color traveling up to his ears. It was cute, he was cute. 

“Do you have any plans today?” He asked after a few seconds. 

“Nope. Other than walking Marv.” 

“Good. Want to have a movie marathon?” 

“That sounds like a great idea. We still have a bunch of movies on the list. Or we could start binge watching some of the tv shows we have on the list too.” 

“I’ll let you choose.” 

You smile before getting up and heading to the bathroom. 

An episode of some trash reality tv was playing on in the background but you and Steve had stopped paying attention to it. Instead you were having a conversation. It was mostly talking about nothing serious. Steve was completely turned toward you with an arm laying on your top of the back of the couch. You mirrored his posture and unconsciously you both reached out for each other’s hand. Between smiles and jokes you were having a good time. This is what you liked to do the most with Steve. 

From what he and Nat had told you their life consisted of being on the move at all times, especially the two years before the blip. So you didn’t mind staying home and watching tv or playing a few board games, it’s not like you would have really been out. 

“I need to ask you something.” Steve said as he intertwined his fingers with yours. 

“Ok?” 

“Well first I want to say that I’d understand if you didn’t want to and it wouldn’t change my mind about our friendship.”

You frowned in confusion as you waited for him to ask what he was going to ask. 

“I like you. I think you know that. I like you as more than just a friend and I wanted to know if you would like to go out with me?”

“Like a date?” You whispered. It wasn’t really a surprise but you hadn’t expected it now. You still wanted to tell him about what you had gone through. So that he could understand your hesitation about certain things and that it wasn’t him, as cliche as that sounded. But you also really liked Steve. Since the very beginning, it’s why you didn’t want to run into him again but now you were glad it happened. 

“Yes, like a date.” He smiled but there was a flicker of fear of being rejected in his eyes. 

“I’d love to.” 

His smile brightened and he gave your hand a quick squeeze. 

“You really don’t have to if you’re not sure. I would never want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do.” 

You smiled at him then. It was things like that that made you like him more and more each time. 

“I do want to, really. It’s just… What happened with my ex really messed me up. I never thought that I would want to trust anyone else let alone date them. But then I met you.” 

Steve smiled softly then. His whole demeanor was calm and easy going. It gave you the push to keep going.

“I just want you to know that I want to do this with you but sometimes I’ll have my reservations. It’s not a reflection on you, it's just my fears because of what I went through.”

“I understand and we can take this as slow as you want. You set the pace and I’ll follow. There’s no rush, I just want to be with you in whatever way you’ll let me.” 

It was your turn to squeeze his hand as a wave of emotion hit you. Fear was definitely there but so was hope and surprisingly enough excitement. You had to wonder if Steve was this attentive and caring as a friend, what would he be like as a partner? 

“Oh my God it’s happening.” You said in a rush as you got to the table Lisa was sitting at. She jumped slightly at your voice and looked at you in confusion. 

“What’s happening?” 

You take a deep breath. It had only been the night before that Steve had asked you out but you were still all over the place with your emotions. 

“I’m going on a date.” 

“That’s wonderful.” Lisa smiled and placed her hand on yours. “Tell me everything.” 

“You remember my friend Steve right?” 

“Yeah, the ex-military guy that was teaching you self defense?” 

Lisa still didn’t know that it wasn’t just some military guy but Captain America himself. You nod in response to her question and then tell her what happened the night before. It was easy to talk to her and you explained your mixed feelings but she was right there supporting and encouraging you to take the next step. 

“I did say yes. I’ve never felt like this with anyone else before you know.” 

“I do.” Lisa nods but you notice that her eyes aren’t on you so you turn.

 Walking up to your table was a beautiful, curvy red haired woman. She smiled and at first you thought it was directed at you but then you realized that smile was for Lisa. 

“Y/N I hope you don’t mind but I asked my girlfriend to join us. I just wanted the two of you to meet.” 

“No it’s ok.” You smile and turn. “Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” You hold your hand out and she takes it.

“The pleasure is all mine. I’m Cassie. It’s nice to put a name to the face, Lisa mentions you all the time.” 

“All bad I hope.” 

She chuckles and shakes her head. 

“I’ve heard about Marvin too.” Cassie looks under the table to find Marvin sitting patiently. “He’s so cute.” 

“Thanks, he’s the best boy.” 

“Well babe you’re just in time because Y/N here just told me she got herself a date.” 

“That’s wonderful.”

“I was telling Lisa that I was still nervous. After everything that happened last time, I didn’t think I’d find someone that I would even consider dating.” 

“I imagine it can’t be easy to trust someone again. Lisa told me where you met but she didn’t tell me about what happened to you.” She reassured you. “I can only say to trust your gut. If at any moment you feel unsafe you call us.” 

“Thanks.”

“So, now the other reason I wanted to meet today.” Lisa announces and she places an envelope on the table next to you. “Go ahead, open it.” 

“No way.” You say a bit too loudly, getting the attention of a few patrons. In your hand was a wedding invitation with Lisa and Cassie’s name on it. “This is amazing, congratulations.” You looked up at them and stood to give each of them a hug. 

“When did you get engaged?” 

“A few weeks ago but we didn’t tell anyone until we decided on a wedding date.” 

“Do you have engagement rings?”

They both held their left hands out and you gasped at the beautiful matching gold and diamond rings on their fingers. 

“We proposed to each other on our anniversary.” Cassie says with a fond smile.

“That is so cute.” 

You ask them a few questions about the planning and if they were going to wear traditional dresses. The conversation went on for a while.

“We should get going but,” Lisa said as you all stepped out of the restaurant you’d met at. “Make sure you RSVP to the wedding and you’re getting a special plus two.” 

“Plus two?” 

“Marvin of course and maybe a certain someone could be your date.” She wiggled her brows at you. 

“We’ll see after the first date.” 

“Well don’t wait too long to let us know.” 

“I won’t.” You said your goodbyes, watching as Lisa and Cassie walked away hand in hand. 

In that moment you realized that you wanted that. Not only did you want to love and be loved but you wanted a relationship with Steve. With a small smile on your lips you headed towards some clothing stores to find something nice to wear.

The buzzer went off. You knew it was Steve but this time it was different because he was here to pick you up for your date. After letting him in you took one final look at yourself in the mirror. It was getting colder out now so you went for style and comfort. You’d chosen to wear a cream colored sweater, a suede mini skirt and boots. 

There’s a knock on your door and you give yourself a little pep talk as you go to open it. Steve is standing there with beautiful flowers in his hand. He has on a navy blue henley that makes his eyes pop more and dark jeans. You give each other an appreciative glance. 

“You look beautiful.” He finally says. 

Heat creeps into your cheeks as you smile. 

“Thank you. You look quite handsome yourself.”

Steve huffs out a little shy chuckle as he blushes slightly. His eyes go to the bouquet in his hands and he holds it out for you to take. You were both flustered and that realization eased you a bit. Just knowing he was just as nervous as you were. You thank him again and grab the flowers before quickly finding a vase. Then you grab Marvin’s leash and your jacket before leaving. 

“So where are we going?” You ask as Steve opens the door of his car for you.

“You’ll see.” 

****

You were surprised when Steve parked by a museum. He moves around his car quickly and opens the door for you and then Marvin. As you start walking toward the entrance he offers you his arm which you take. 

Steve takes you past some of the displays and straight to the back of the building. You smile when you see the entrance of the planetarium. Steve went up to the employee and showed them the tickets before both of you went to find your seats. 

**** 

The planetarium was practically empty except for another couple and a small group of friends. Steve had chosen some seats that kept you relatively separate from them though. As the show progressed Steve would lean in and tell you what he saw when he went to space for the first time. It was definitely much more interesting than what was being said. 

Once the original show ended you left the planetarium but decided to look around the museum. You stopped at every few displays and shared your opinions. When the art was good it was good but when the art left something to be desired Steve couldn’t help but criticize the pieces. As if it was personally offending him. You laughed every time his face scrunched in disapproval at prices he didn’t like. 

“Ok,” you said between sips of your drink. After the museum Steve had taken you to a Thai restaurant. It was the same as the first meal you shared. “What was your favorite subject in school?” 

“Art.” 

“Really? Why is that?” 

Steve shrugs. “I was invisible in school. I was angry that no one would even look my way unless they wanted to bully me. Art was a way to get my emotions out. Drawing was like therapy for me. Then I just fell in love with it.” 

“Do you still draw?” 

“Yeah.” Steve smiles. 

“And do you ever share your work with anyone?” 

“Are you asking to see my drawings?” 

You shrug. “Maybe.” 

“I have a few I can show you.” 

You smiled at him then. 

“Your turn, if you could have any superpower what would it be?” 

“Easy,” you smile. “Teleportation. Imagine all the money and time I could save just by being able to teleport anywhere. Also it would be so much easier to plan vacations.” 

“That is a good choice.” 

“Well you are the expert on super things, so I would hope so.” 

Steve smiles. “Are you ready to get out of here?” 

“Yup.” 

“Alright let’s go.” He replies, he doesn’t even let you pay for half of the meal or anything. Reminding you that it’s a date and he invited. 

After dinner though you aren’t ready to go home. In order to prolong your time together you suggest a walk through the park for Marvin’s benefit. This time as you walk though you feel bold enough and take Steve’s hand. You see the slight blush on his cheeks before he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. The conversation picks up where you left it back at the restaurant and you ask each other very random questions. It’s fun to see him relaxed and be able to have a sort of nonsense conversation. Not even at the beginning of your relationship with your ex had you felt so at ease with someone. 

“Have you ever been arrested?” 

Steve laughs but tries to hide his face from you. 

“You have? No way. What did you get arrested for?” 

“It was back in the 30s. There was this guy that kept harassing this group of girls. I just happened to walk by when one of the girls burst out crying because she was so uncomfortable. I asked him to stop but he didn't. Then he threw a punch. It was in a park so there were cops nearby. They came to break us up and I got arrested for disorderly conduct.” 

“Please tell me there is a mug shot out there somewhere.” 

Steve laughs but shakes his head. 

“I don’t think there is. If there were, I'm sure Shield took it to make sure my image was safe.” 

“Damn.” You give a small pout. “I would’ve loved to see that.” 

“No way. I’m sure you would have framed it.”

“Yup.” You laugh. “I would’ve enlarged it and hung it up in the living room.” 

Steve chuckles and shakes his head as you continue the walk around the park. 

The night unfortunately came to an end. Although from the park to the car ride back home Steve hadn’t let go of your hand. That was a good sign, right? You stood outside of your apartment door. Marvin pushed his way in once you had unlocked it, leaving you and Steve alone.

“Thank you for tonight, I had a lot of fun.” You smile up at him. 

“Me too. So what’s the verdict? Would you like to go out again, on a second date?” 

“I’d like that.” 

Steve breathed a sigh of relief as he nodded. 

“Have a good night.” He says and smiles before he turns to leave. 

You catch his hand before he’s able to turn completely. Standing on your toes you give Steve a quick kiss on his cheek. He flushes pink but his eyes are on your lips. You watch him lick his lower lip. The tension grows between you the longer you stand there so close together.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.” you reply almost breathless in anticipation. 

Steve turns back to you completely. His hands frame your face and he slowly dips his head. Steve’s lips are so close to yours, you can feel his breath on your face. You anxiously wait to finally feel his lips on yours but when you look at him you find him studying your face. 

“You are so beautiful.” He whispers. “Are you sure?” 

The fact that he’s asking again makes you want to cry happy tears. You nod, placing your hands on his chest and tilting your head up to close the distance. Steve’s lips are soft. His kiss is gentle and sweet. There is no urgency but there is desire and passion behind it. Before you’re able to fully enjoy the kiss Steve is pulling back just enough to look at you. You give each other goofy little grins before Steve gives you another quick peck. 

“Now it’s a good night.” You say and his smile widens. 

 “See you soon?” 

“Definitely.” 

Steve pulls away. The smile that you love seems to be etched on his face permanently as he turns and leaves. You miss him already but you know that you’ll see him again soon. With the night coming to a close you lock your door and lean your back against it. You bite your bottom lip to try and stop yourself from smiling but you can’t help it. 

Deep down you knew that Steve was it. This new development in your relationship was just the start and you couldn’t wait to see where it went.

Ch 8

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✨Tag Game Wednesday ✨

Oh hi. Fancy seeing you, here! Today we're talking music 🎶 So put on a playlist and play along.

Name: Jess

What is the most listened to artist in your music app of choice this month?

Spotify is telling me it's Chappell Roan - colour me unsurprised.

What song do you know all the lyrics to?

Let me back in - Rilo Kiley

What song do you pretend to know all the lyrics to and sing along to even though you don't?

Every other song. Red Wine Supernova. Def Bohemian Rhapsody.

If you were to be crowned Queen/King/Royalty of listening to a band or artist, who would that be? (Shoutout Misobot)

Jenny Lewis or Rilo Kiley probably. Or Bon Iver.

What band/artist surprises you the most on your frequently listened to artists? Nicki Minaj

Favourite line from a song (or one you have been thinking about lately?

What I found was a gamble You threw yourself in with me Made a cross and you lit a candle

Guilty pleasure band or song?

Cause of CG I actually like a couple Taylor Swift songs (she's not my usual taste! Don't come for me 😂)

Okay let's talk fandom music:

Fave band or song you've discovered from a Fan Fic?

Greta Van Fleet!

Fave Fanfic Playlist?

CG or Teenage Dirtbag

Fave Gallavich song?

Basic Instinct - The Acid OR It's Thunder or Lightning by We Were Promised Jetpacks

Do you listen to music recommended by the writer or an included playlist? 10000% every time.

What song do you think is Gallavich coded?

Latch - Sam Smith (for fluff) ooh or I need a forest fire - Bon Iver/James Blake for angst

What’s a bop you want to share with your mutuals today? 

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[rhapsodynew]

What was the real relationship between Freddie Mercury and his Queen bandmates.

Influence Freddie Mercury on "Queen", music and world culture in general — this is a huge legacy left by him after his death. But what was the real relationship between Mercury and his bandmates? One thing is for sure: they were sincere and not boring!

Brian May, John Deacon and Roger Taylor have worked side by side with this great and extraordinary man for years, sharing personal and professional ups and downs. And the fact that they say warm things today, a huge number of years after the death of the artist, shows how strong the influence is. Freddie had an impact on their lives.

At first, May and Taylor didn't take him seriously

Together with the bass player and singer Tim Staffel, May and Taylor formed their band "Smile" in the 1960s. Later, Staffel would leave the line-up, and the two would agree to give a chance to Freddie, who at that time did not yet have a big name in the music world. When asked why the band decided to work with Mercury, May said:

"His personality was so strong... We decided to test him, give him a chance to prove himself. In fact, we didn't see him as a great singer or musician: he was very wild and guileless. But when he started singing... We saw a man with incredible faith and charisma in front of us, and we liked him! I think the first time it struck me was when Freddie listened to his voice in the studio, said, "No, that's not going to work," and just worked and worked. He was exceptional. Then we realized how lucky we were."

As the frontman of "Queen", Mercury pursued exclusively musical goals

According to the stories of the members of "Queen", when disputes began in the group, Freddie intervened, trying to keep the peace. He never wanted to outshine the others – he just wanted to make music. Word To Brian:

"Freddie has never pursued power. People got the idea of him as a diva who always insisted on her own! However, he was actually an ordinary guy who was very good at focusing on important issues."

The most interesting thing is that Mercury's sincere faith in his bandmates persisted until the end of his life. May recalled their last recordings in Montreux, Switzerland, as follows:

"We all understood that he didn't have long left. But he was full of enthusiasm! Freddie wanted to create as much music as possible before he died. He once said: "Keep writing for me, let's keep recording stuff. Then you guys can finish this when I leave."

The fifteenth studio album "Queen" Titled "Made in Heaven", which included songs written and recorded by Mercury, was released four years after his death.

He was a perfectionist.

Former roadie Trevor Cooper has worked with Queen for many years. He called them "really good guys" and felt nothing but respect for each member of the band. Cooper recalled in "Queen: The Early Years":

"Freddie sometimes threw tantrums, but that was because he always wanted everything to be right, perfect."

Mercury's perfectionism was present in everything he did. For example, the artist celebrated his achievements with extravagant and luxurious gestures performed with great kindness.

All members of "Queen" have made an equal contribution.

Everyone at Queen was on equal terms, which was true for both writing and recording music. However, when all four of them entered the studio, the continued existence of the band was put in great danger. Word To Brian May:

"We argued to the point where we almost destroyed each other! Sometimes we would all leave the studio, sometimes one of us would run away screaming, "That's it!" In fact, it happened quite often. It's a pretty difficult situation: four artists with brushes in their hands tried to paint on the same canvas."

Nevertheless, it was the co-writing of the songs that made the band closer to each other and to the fans. According to May, when they recorded "Bohemian Rhapsody", everyone suddenly realized how wonderful this song is and that they have to give their heart and soul to it. The structure of the composition was in Mercury's head, and as he said May, "he, Roger and John laid out every part of this vision as a backing track."

He never took himself too seriously

Mercury never took himself too seriously, which was appreciated by others. Former roadie "Queen" Peter Hince recalled:

"People talk about Freddie and his ego, but it wasn't as big as many people think! It was all an image. In life, he could often make fun of himself, while some of the other guys in the band couldn't do it the same way. Yes, he did have a lot of insecurities—but not professionally, but personally."

"Queen" has always been a family.

For "Queen" Losing Freddie was "like losing a family member." May remembers:

"We all dealt with it in different ways. For a while, I really wanted to escape from "Queen": I just didn't want to, couldn't know or think about it. For me, his death was a personal grief. But I'm very proud of what we've done together. He is still a part of our lives. I'm not saying that there are times when I don't cry, because there are, but most of the time it's out of joy!"

Taylor had a similar reaction. Here's what the legendary drummer said:

"I've never been able to forget him. I think about Freddie every day—maybe for a moment, maybe longer. We all thought we could come to terms with it pretty quickly, but we underestimated his impact and the impact of his loss on our lives. It's still hard for me to talk about it. But I'm warmed by the fantastic times that Freddie and I had!"

He was fearless and inspiring.

Even when his health was deteriorating, Mercury wasn't worried about himself, but about the people he had to leave behind. According to May, Freddie never complained because he was "an amazingly strong man." Taylor recalled:

"He found strength in music: the worse he got, the more he needed to record new material. He was constantly trying to find something to do, some reason to get up and come to the studio."

In the book Freddie Mercury: A Kind of Magic, Roger Taylor also admired Mercury's ability to fascinate an audience:

"He was a leading force on the stage. Freddie could inspire the audience with just his inner willpower! We all got along very well, but I really didn't understand what we had—how special he was."

After his death, John Deacon disappeared from view.

From my memories May: "John has always been a sociable and very funny guy, but Freddie's death was a great personal tragedy for him, which made it impossible for him to continue playing with us."

According to the former roadie Peter Hince, the band's bassist John Deacon reacted to Mercury's death by stating: "That's it, Queen is gone!" However, Brian May and Roger Taylor did not share his position. The word Hinsu:

"Brian and Roger decided to continue playing Queen in various guises, and I understand why they did so.: they can still be musicians without hiding under the name "Queen", but it's tempting to play with fame — people like to keep it going for as long as possible!"

One of my friends Deacon's college friend suggested that John just thought, "Freddie was a band, so what's the point?"

#Everything you need to know about rock📌

To be continued...

[nerdieforpedro]

Friends look out for friends right?

Chapter Two of Come live with me Angel Series

Benny Miller x Diana (plus size OFC)

This fic is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 1908

Summary: Benny recalls how he and Diana first met. Living arrangements are discussed in addition to why Benny ended up in jail last night.

Warning: questionable karaoke choices, a few thots, Benny cooking, more pining, reference to a fight and jail

Notes: A slow burn with Friends to lovers. I enjoy writing them. I need to fit in tacos for @musings-of-a-rose just because. She knows why. 🤣

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Benny thought back to when he first met Diana while he cooked breakfast the next morning:

Six months ago at the Saucy Cantina. It was karaoke night and none of the guys would sing with him. He even chose ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ one that the four of them would know, but none of them would sing with him. He wasn’t sure if it was just the three beers he had but he wanted to belt out a tune. There were three women near the sing book when he walked over, two of them were looking at a Beyonce song - she doesn’t have a bad one so that’s a safe choice. But the third woman who’s dark hair touched passed her shoulders was studying a page intently. He tapped her shoulder and she looked up, her honey brown eyes stared at him and he watched her baby pink lips move as she spoke, “Yes, did you wanna see the book?” Benny shook his head and asked what song she was thinking of doing. “You’ll laugh, but I was thinking of ‘Rich Girl’ or ‘Diamonds.’” She said, setting her finger on each song.

“Those two are pretty different. I was thinking of a song too but my brothers over there are buzzkills and don’t wanna join me.” He grinned, his eyes a little glassy from the beer. She chuckled and nodded, explaining that she had been outvoted and it looked like her and her friends were going to be singing Beyonce tonight.

“We don’t have to sing what they want to you know. I’ll sing ‘Rich Girl’ with you if you’ll sing ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ with me, Angel.” He offered a hand outstretched as he hopped up on stage. Fish tapped Pope and Will, pointing toward the small stage at the back of the bar. The woman who he would later come to know as Diana took his hand and hopped up on stage with him. Benny remembered that he didn’t let go of her hand the entire time on the stage as they sang the Hall and Oats song and danced, swaying their hips and stomping their feet in tune with the music. It earned them a standing ovation and they got a second when they finally sang ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ in which there were some squeals because neither of them could hit those notes and they may have had a round of shots in between numbers. Benny invited all three girls over to the table and kept Angel as he called her, next to him as they chatted and drank. Will and Fish noticed how Benny kept holding onto her hand, like she might bolt, but she didn’t seem to mind. When the girls went to the bathroom, they teased him about getting a girlfriend of karaoke. Benny told them to shut it and that she was just really nice, but he knew then he wouldn’t be alright with not knowing her name and noting seeing her again.

Over the course of the night, he learned her name Diana and she told him his, Benjamin, but to please call him Benny, no one calls him his full name. They exchanged phone numbers and he made sure to text her to check if she got home okay and to see if she wanted lunch. One would have thought that he’s asked her out on a date but it wasn’t, just brunch. It was fun and no pressure. It helped a lot that Benny was a goofball and that Diana liked telling bad jokes. It’s been great for the last six months, towing the line between friends and something more and easy, so very easy.

This morning, Diana woke up and had a headache. What should she do? Moving in with her mother would be the more reasonable of the two options, but could she stand living with the woman again? Especially now that she was being effectively kicked out because her roommate found a man and she hadn’t.

Benny was up off the couch and had folded the blanket. He was making some eggs and toast when he saw Diana walk out in a loose black tank top and pink shorts that bunched between her legs from her thighs rubbing together. Her eyes were blurry and she rubbed them to adjust to the bright light. They went wide when she saw Benny in her kitchen, shirtless in his jeans and no socks, his hair was down and coasting along the back of his neck. She sometimes forgets how tall and broad he is. No…she knows. She tried to forget, because if she thinks about it, she do that before bed again.

“What the hell Benny..?”

“Damn Diana, that’s not what I expected. I thought I’d at least get a ‘thanks’ or a ‘good morning’, no hospitality.” He turned with a wide grin, holding a spatula in one hand. Diana cleared her throat and took a few steps forward on the cold floor to make sure she wasn’t having another dream about the younger Miller again. It turned out she was not and he really was making her breakfast in her apartment.

“I-I didn’t expect you to be making breakfast. Thank you. I was just surprised. I didn’t think you could cook.” Diana walked over and leaned on the counter, her breasts were pushed together from her crossed arms as she watched him scrambling eggs in her frying pan. “Did you want me to start some bacon or toast?” She asked, Benny turned to answer her but was greeted by her ample cleavage that was exposed. Toward the scoop of her tank top, it looked like he might just be able to see the cusp of something. He’s not supposed to be thinking about that they’re friends. Benny wonders from time to time and feels guilty because of how close he keeps Diana. He swallowed the spit that had gathered in his mouth and nodded.

“Sure, make both. I’ll eat what you don’t. You like onions and peppers in your eggs right?” Benny asked, drizzling some on half of the eggs, Diana agreed and took out the bread and bacon to get started. The bacon she put between two paper towels and microwaved it while she plugged up the toaster to start on the bread.

“Benny, you take your toast like your hair?” She joked, he roared with laughed as he remembered first telling Diana that’s how he liked all his bread that wasn’t on a sandwich. He was finishing up the eggs while she made six pieces of toast and eight pieces of bacon. It was a lot of food, but after they sat down and split it up, Benny and Diana scarfed all of it down along with two glasses of water each. They sat at the table relaxing because they were both full. Diana decided to ask first.

“Benny, are you going to tell me why you were arrested last night? You told me you hadn’t had any issues with the law for a couple years. There had to be-”

“You really wanna know Angel? Then if I tell you, you need to move in with me.” Diana opened her mouth to protest but Benny held up his hand. “You’re gonna say no, but you know you and your mom are like oil and water. Also you can pay me rent if it makes you feel better. I’d rather you didn’t though. You’re my friend.”

You’re my friend.

Diana realized that the only one stressing about being in close quarters with Benny was her. It would be the better and cheaper choice. She’d just have to keep her wits about her and gawk at him…too much.

“Fine Benny, I’ll move in with you. I haven’t found another place besides my mom’s anyway. Now will you tell me why I had to get you from county last night?”

“You know that bar we go to often, right? I was drinking after a fight. May have lost, not a big deal. Point is, we were laughing and joking it was all good.” Benny leaned forward with both elbows on the table, his muscles taut. Diana wants to tell him to sit back or throw a blanket on so she won’t stare.

“I know the bar, yes.” She tilts her head, confused about where this is going. “If things were good, why were you in jail?”

“That bastard said, anyway. He said something he shouldn’t have. I showed him he should keep his mouth shut.” Benny shook his head and stood up from the table taking both plates and silverware over to the sink. Diana sighed following him and had her hands on her hips.

“Benjamin Miller tell me what he said. Now.” Her lips pressed together, and he knew her bottom lip had likely poked out. “Was it really that serious to where you needed to injure three men? I mean I’ve heard all sorts of things said-“

“I don’t care what you might have heard in the past but no one’s going to talk about you like that! Not while I’m breathing.” Turning toward her, his face was red as he chewed on his cheek. “He asked me how you were in bed because he was sure you were enthusiastic and loud since you sing so well. I told him to shut the fuck up and he followed it up with…it doesn’t matter. I should have made it so his jaw would be wired shut.” Benny tossed the dirty spatula in the sink and started running water in a large bowel, pouring in some soap to start washing. “You dry Diana.”

“Anything any drunk idiot says you shouldn’t listen to Benny. He’s an asshole. Don’t go to jail again. He and no other asshole is worth it.” Diana took the spatula and two forks to dry and put them to the side to put away.

“I’m not letting some douchebag think it’s fine to talk about you any kind of way Di, I’m not. I’ll try and stay out of jail. I can’t promise not to fight for you.” Washing the two plates, Benny handed them to Diana and watched as she bumped the drawer closed with her hip and leaned on her tip-toes to put away the plates after drying them. He found himself laughing to which she whipped the dishtowel at him.

“If I move in with you, you can’t be going back to jail Benny. I’m serious.”

“I am too.” Diana knows how serious he is which is a blessing and a curse. There’s always assholes that will say all sorts of things. Thankfully Benny was alright but what happens if he gets a longer sentence. Maybe he somehow thinks he won’t. They’re going to have to agree to disagree. “One other thing though Angel,”

“What now Benny? You gonna fight the cabinet for being too tall for me?”

“No. We need to go get my jeep from the bar. Then we can start moving your stuff today.” Whipping his hands on his jeans, he walks over to the couch and gets his shirt and slips it on. “Grab your keys.”

“I don’t leave the house in my sleep clothes Benny. Give me five minutes.” Rolling his eyes, he watches Diana make her way into the bedroom and close her door to get dressed. She may have fussed at him, but she was still moving in.

Goal accomplished

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[finelinevogue]

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I feel his first solo stadium show in Glasgow would be so perfect to include !! When he couldn’t believe the audience and the fact that he was in a stadium was sooo special like when he walked out … and the ‘This is my first stadium, I really like it’ bit :(

So excited to see what you do with this story 🫶

MY FIRST LOT:DOC ASK YAY!!! thank you 💖

The screen was black with nothing but the sounds of thousands of fans singing Bohemian Rhapsody. Then ‘Glasgow, 2022’ came up on the screen.

The screen then cut to a group of fans standing behind a metal barricade at the front row of the kitchen pod.

“It’s Glasgow baby!” The fans screamed, waving their hands and one even shook their rainbow flag they hoped Harry would collect later.

“Love on tour night one!”

The screen then cut to inside the dressing rooms, Harry putting down his phone to talk to you.

“Hey baby.” Harry smiled at you through the dressing room mirror. You were in the background doing some pre-show chores, until you heard the chanting in the distance and had to stop what you were doing to take a moment with him.

“Y’hear them, H? They’re all for you.” You told him, referring to all of the people you could hear screaming outside.

Harry: She said; ‘This is your moment, H. It’s yours.’

Harry: She said; ‘This is your moment, H. It’s yours.’

The next few clips of footage were from backstage.

The next few clips of footage were from backstage.

“Hi.” Harry smiled and waved when he caught sight of the camera. Normally he would frown and shy away from the cameras, but because he knew this was for his documentary.

The camera followed Harry as he walked from the changing room to the kitchen, where Sarah was. Harry held the door open for the cameraman, but didn’t acknowledge he was there so it was candid content.

“Hello ladies!” Harry greeted the women in the room, who were creating dinner for everyone.

“Hello Harry.” “Hi darling.” The ladies responded.

“Have you seen my Y/N?” He asked, unclipping the little clip on the top of his head to readjust it and pin back some fallen hair.

“Went to check on the cameras for tonight, I think they said.”

Harry: Y/N has a habit of telling me she’s in one place and then ending up in a completely different place. It’s a running joke now, actually.

Y/N: It’s not on purpose. He just doesn’t quite understand how skippy I am!

“This way?” Harry pointed up some stairs where he could see a door up top.

He continued to walk up the stairs, skipping the top few by taking two at a time.

“Baby, c’mon.” He waited for you, holding out a hand for you to grab before he opened the door to the special viewing box.

Harry and you were filmed walking to the front of the viewing box, the wrap around glass windows allowing you to see across the whole stadium. Harry cupped one hand over his mouth to feign his shock, whilst the other was still tightly enclosed against yours.

The camera zoomed in on your interlocked hands, capturing the moment where Harry squeezed yours an extra bit. The fans would later go crazy for those 2 seconds of footage.

Jeff: You could see in that moment, he was thinking: ‘I’ve made it.’ My eyes were tearing up, actually.

Mitch: It was a big moment for him in his touring career and I could tell that he was glad to have Y/N there with him, y’know?

Y/N: Oh. How did I feel in that moment? God, um. Overwhelmed!

Harry: I mean, seeing the thousands of people there for you. Like, each one had bought a ticket because they enjoy my company or enjoy my music. It’s actually impossible to wrap my head around even now.

Y/N: I think when Sushi began to play, that’s when it all became real.

The documentary then went to a black screen and noted: 10 minutes later.

Sushi started to play in the background, little bursts of images and videos flickered on and off the screen. It showed tiny clips of the crowds screaming, another one panning across the stage over the band and a final one of Harry pacing back and forth backstage.

Then the part of Sushi where Harry runs on stage started and the crowd went absolutely mental.

“GREEN EYES, FRIED RICE, I COULD COOK AN EGG ON YOU.” The crowd bellowed, Harry smiling and laughing to himself mid-song as he took in what it sounded like for a stadium to sing your songs back to you.

Harry: That first line of Sushi i’ll never forget, yeah.

Pauli: Getting to be a party of that, yeah it was pretty cool. Harry’s to thank for that.

Anne: I remember Y/N face-timing me during Sushi and I couldn’t even hear H. The crowd was so loud that my phone was only picking up their singing.

Gemma: Yeah, mum and I were both crying from home!

Jeff: And H said…

“This is my first stadium show and I really like it.”

Y/N: That was the moment I knew.

Mitch: I think everyone kind of knew from that point on.

Harry: I was home.

[bitwynn]

Not a fan

A SAGAU Impostor AU Songfic

Song used: Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen

...so I caved. Yep. Starting a new series even though i already have one. To be fair, i felt like i needed a break from that series since that beast needs a whole lotta world building and im planning for it to get into some heavy fucken subjects. This one tho is more chill and light-hearted, since theyre all just a bunch of kind of disconnected one shots that are all kind of connected. So like-- when this series gets a lil longer, you can literally start from any fic since its all connectedly disconnected. A better example was my original idea of me just writing the end goal where they finally defeat the impostor like-- directly after the Castaway fic to rlly show how connectedly disconnected it is but i refrained myself since i wanted to write more wanderer. Been playing as him a lot but i havent rlly done the archon quest yet lol but hes just a blast. Hes an annoying lil shit (affectionate)

Blue for Barbara, Yellow/Gold for Zhongli, Green for Wanderer, red for Diluc, Italics is Reader/General, Combined is Everyone. Colors only used for singing parts.

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Is this the real life?

You were running again, the spears and arrows of the Millelith chasing you all across Liyue.

Is this just fantasy?

Zhongli was by your side, steadfast as a rock as he shielded you from their weapons-- both with his Jade Shields and his body.

Caught in a landslide,

A loose rock almost sent you tumbling down into the depths of the Chasm, Barbara grabbing you just in time.

No escape from reality.

Diluc recognizes the path you were taking towards Tiangong Gorge, immediately rushing off to the Chasm's Maw and letting loose Dawn-- his phoenix rising up into the sky like a blazing beacon, just buy the rest of you more time. He'll rejoin you once again, he knows the path you'd take. He's your main afterall.

Open your eyes,

The three of you make it, the relief from seeing the glow of the blue Waypoint almost bringing you to your knees.

Look up to the skies and see,

You stumble in, Barbara hauling your arm over her shoulder as Zhongli collapses the tunnel behind you. You may be Overseer of Teyvat but he is the Overseer of Liyue, and its stones still answers to his call. There is nothing left but the browns and greens that creep towards the borders of Liyue.

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,

Your little group exit the cavern, the fresh air of the rainforest cooling the sweat on your backs and you see Haypasia's "little neighbor" peeking up from behind a leaf.

Because I'm easy come, easy go,

The tiny Aranara, though a little hesitant that more people could see him now, takes your hand and guides you through Avidya Forest. Thank goodness you had caved from your siblings nagging and finally done at least a part of the Sumeru quest.

Little high, little low,

You were still unfamiliar with the lands of Sumeru, trusting your little lettuce friend to lead you to a place of safety, of rest.

Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me,

Lettuce, as you had affectionately named him, lead you all deep into the rainforests of Sumeru all while deftly avoiding the little village of forest rangers and the rangers themselves. You hadn't said a word to him but you knew, deep in somewhere, that he would be leading you somewhere safe. Somewhere protected.

Though this... wasn't what you expected.

To me.

He turns to your group, the smell of tea faintly wafting from the pot he was tending. "I don't think I need to introduce myself, do I?"

-

After the short but silent panic that washed over the three of you (it took the you and Barbara 5 minutes to even get a centimeter pulling Vortex Vanquisher out the cave wall while Zhongli aggressively apologized to him), the four of you were sat on the floor watching the Wanderer tend to the bubbling pots of food he was making.

There was a strange... very not tense(?), and very awkward energy in the air as he set aside cups and bowls for all of you, his own cup still full with steaming almost black water. Zhongli was very noticeably trying not to stare at his oversteeped tea.

Little Lettuce had already left, presumably to keep an eye on the area or watch out for Diluc. You didn't want to use him as a shield or a way to break the ice or something but god-- the energy in the air was just so uncomfortable.

You all watched Wanderer in this terse silence prepare your food, his soft chopping of the grilled unagi sounding like death knells in your cave. He took each of the bowls he set out, placing a considerable amount of rice in each and a small handful of dried seaweed and sesame seeds. Bringing out a jar of umeboshi from his inventory, he placed each slab of unagi with a single umeboshi atop the bed of rice and seaweed.

He pours out the tea onto the rice, 1, 2, 3... and stops. He cocks his head. Frowns.

"Wasn't there supposed to be four of you?"

And the silence was broken.

"W-well, little lettuce already left--"

"Not the aranara-- wait, you named him lettuce? Tsk, whatever. Where's the other one? The red one?"

"Oh, uhm, Diluc?"

He nods, the small scowl on his face almost carved into him. You feel your face heat as you turn your face away from him.

"He ran off. To the Maw. Let out his burst as a diversion to buy us time --but he'll find us. He'll come back. He knows the way, he knows how I think, he knows what I'll do. He'll come back."

Wanderer sighs, disappearing the extra bowl. You're not sure whether you said all that to stop his retort or to diminish your own worry.

You're shaken from your thoughts by Barbara holding your hand. She gives it a squeeze, and you squeeze back, thankful for the comfort.

"Are you just gonna keep staring at your food or do you want to die of both exhaustion and starvation?"

"Okay, eating now!"

You're handed a warm bowl of Shimi Chazuke, Wanderer's specialty. It didn't look like its in game icon, only having the plump umeboshi on top of a bed of rice and seaweed with the pale tea glistening in the light. But you had come to learn that many things in game didn't translate directly, there sure as hell no quest or mention of a "Divine Overseer, and yet-- and yet.

You bring the bowl up to your face, the warmth soaking into your aching, tired hands and its steam gently caressing your face. You mix a portion of the rice together with the tea, scoop it up, and put it into your mouth.

And practically turn into jelly at the taste.

"Umai...!" you moan, savoring the taste of it all.

The fresh rice soaked in the bitter tea tasted amazing, each bite slowly turning into a different flavor as the oils and sauce from the grilled unagi gradually mixed in with the rice. Cutting up a bit of the eel with your spoon, you mix it with the rice and your mouth burst with deliciousness.

The eel was grilled to perfection, plump and juicy and flaky. And with the addition of the tea, it introduced flavors you hadn't even imagined from a simple grilled fish.

As you were about to burst that plump little plum, the Wanderer stopped you, a strange look on his face. He handed you a handkerchief.

"Wipe your face, the flavor's gonna be off if you mix it with your tears."

Stunned, you took the handkerchief. "Oh."

It... had been a long time since you've eaten good food and found a place to rest. Too long.

You hold it close to your chest, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to calm down. After a moment, you wipe away the sweat, and tears, and snot, and grime that had accumulated on your journey. It had been such a long time since you first found kindness in this world, even if that kindness came from an emotionally stunned automaton designed to be a god.

You chuckled to yourself, a wet little thing, as you realize that you kept weeping harder and harder with each swipe of the cloth. You bury your face in it, the handkerchief practically soaked with your tears as you take a few calming breaths to finally stop your tears.

"I'm... I'm sorry, I-- its been a while since I've... yeah. Uhm..."

You take a breath, still wet with your snot. "I, uh... I'm gonna keep this, I uh-- ruined it. I'll, I'll clean it though! If you want it back."

Wanderer, handily ignoring your breakdown just earlier, cringes in disgust. "No thanks. Keep it, you need it more than me if you decide to bawl your eyes out again."

Despite the harshness of it, you soften, tucking the offending handkerchief away. "Thanks." "Don't ever mention it."

He reclines back into his little designated space in your cave, and hesitantly stokes the fire with his anemo vision. You pick your unfinished bowl of chazuke, umeboshi still waiting to be eaten. It was good to know that at least there was a few things that didn't change now that you're here.

"Are you finished yet? Stop gawking at your food and finish it so I can do the dishes."

Yep, some things just never change.

You finally finish your meal with the silence in the cave now something much more comfortable, the crackling of the fire and the quiet rushing and clanking of dishes almost lulling you into a sense of "you don't have a bounty placed on your head and are definitely not running from anyone and everyone for fear of them betraying you and handing you over to your megalomaniacal doppelganger".

Wanderer, having lost the argument of who does the dishes against Barbara, was definitely not sulking in his little corner and absolutely not fiddling with his new(?) anemo vision. "So, why'd you come here to Sumeru anyways? I know you definitely were not looking for me, considering the fact you tried to impale my head on sight. Which to be fair," he chuckles at Zhongli's sheepish face, stood near the cavern entrance. "I would do the same."

You absentmindedly plucked the strings of your Windblume Lyre, the instrument becoming a sort of stimming/coping device, helping you deal with everything that had happened to you. He hummed to himself, the cogs turning in his head. "I can't think of any other reason why you'd come here-- finding and trusting in me is a huge gamble that you won," he clarified, turning away from Barbara's blank stare. "the ancient Khaenri'ahn technology scattered around Sumeru won't be of any use if you were considering taking the fight to your impostor, the Irminsul Tree could be a good reason but I can't see any way you'd use it to help you, though knowledge is always good to have anyways."

He scoffed, reclining into the dirt of your cave. "Archons, imagine how ridiculous it would be if you just ran here because you had no choice but to! Like a bunch of scared animals, ahaha!"

You slowly sink behind your lyre as he continues.

"In my time here, you're infamous for always evading their grasp-- heck, there's even an entire division of scholars here dedicated to just trying to figure out how in the world you do it. Some say you're a master at faking trails, some say you have some sort of... psychic power that lets you read the mind of your enemies so you can anticipate their moves."

He shrugs.

"Honestly, I'm more inclined to believe that last one-- in my brief time as your Vessel before your descent, you somehow managed to find information about me, despite my entire existence being wiped from the Irminsul Tree. Add to that the experiences that your other Vessels had, and it's a pretty compelling case." A sigh. "Shame that probing is one-sided though, a peek into the mind of the 'Divine Deceiver' or 'Overseer' or whatever fancy title you call yourself would be quite intriguing. Who knows what schemes are you cooking up in there. Now tell me,"

He straightens, eyes boring into yours from where you were, at this point, hiding in shame behind your lyre. "why are you here in Sumeru?"

"Aha... ha... haaa..." If you had a pyro vision, your face would be on fire by now. You had to turn away, the warmth of embarrassment creeping down your neck. "Well, uhm..." You clear your throat, gulping as you try to even find the words to explain how much of a legitimately normal person you are, who was practically forced to grow brain cells specifically for scheming because if you didn't you would die.

"So, uh...ah he he he... heh..." you take a breath, a shaky grin on your lips. "So, you know how reality is sometimes stranger than fiction?"

He raises an eyebrow.

"Well..."

You vaguely gesture, hoping that your flailing would get your message across.

He stares at you. He stares some more. He blinks.

"No."

"Yeah."

"No..."

"Yeah...

"NO."

"YEAH--"

His mouth drops in shock as he tries to process what you're implying. The rumors painted a... much prettier and mightier picture of you than the both of you thought.

"I-- you-- wha-- how-- what?!"

He takes a breath, chest rising despite his lack of a need for air. He pinches the bridge of his nose, and you get the feeling that he's restraining himself from grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you stupid.

"So, you're telling me. That the 'Divine Deceiver' and their little posse made of a literal god, the once-captain of Mondstat's Knights of Favonius, and Mondstat's most renowned healer idol, have, quite literally, been running around like rats all over Teyvat and somehow, somehow staying alive by a thread?!"

"I KNOW MAN, I HAVE NO IDEA HOW WE'RE STILL ALIVE--"

"Oh my--"

He begins to growl, a black orb of anemo energy collecting in his palm. You squeak as you try to scramble to your feet, his face full of rage.

And the whirling winds in your cavern suddenly stops, Wanderer dismissing the dark energy in his hand. "Oh, relax."

He blows a raspberry at you, as you groan and sit back down. You bring your lyre back out from where you unconsciously disappeared it and clutch it like a lifeline.

"God, I never knew your idle could be that scary."

"...Idle?"

Barbara waves off his question, a sheepish expression on her face as she fixes her curls back into place. "Its... complicated. You'll learn more about it as you travel with us." She hands him the used and cleaned bowls and utensils. "You... will travel with us, right?"

He scoffs, taking the bowls and disappearing them with a flash of light. "Of course I will. Its literally in my name. Besides, I have nothing that ties me down anymore so I might as well wander with you guys."

She smiles at him, ever sweet and ever kind. She settles back down near the fire, drying her soaking hands. Though Zhongli is still taking watch by the cavern entrance, you could see the slightest look of pleased approval in his face. "Though if you are going to be travelling and running from the law with me, we need to make a plan instead of scurrying around like rats."

And at that, the entire cavern groans in exhaustion. "Not now, please." "We'd like to have some rest first, Wanderer!" "Please, fuck, no-- I've had enough scheming for 3 thousand years--"

"Wait, so you did have a plan going into Sumeru?!"

You wave him off, hands going to rest back upon the strings of your trusty lyre. "Well, it was more of like... a guideline? A safety net? We had a couple ideas on what to do if we ever ended up in Sumeru and we, yknow, ended up in Sumeru so we'll probably do that."

You pluck a couple strings as you remember what you "planned". "I hadn't finished the Sumeru main quest yet and I hadn't unlocked all of the Statues of the Seven yet either. We were thinking of unlocking all the Statues first since, without them, my 'all-encompassing' game map is jack shit here in Sumeru, and then we were thinking of finishing the main quest to both progress the story and better the... political? climate here along with a few other benefits. After that..."

You make a face, much more aggressively playing at your lyre. "We really didn't want to split up the party but, I kinda wanna finish the main story quest in the Chasm but also we need to collect all the Dendroculous and Electroculous for more stamina and stuff. But also, I kinda wanna visit Dragonspine since..." You let yourself trail off, the makings and ideas of plans evident in your voice.

Wanderer merely stares at you for a moment, the game terms flying over his head as Barbara mouths at him, "I'll tell you about it later". You sigh, dreading the planning of tomorrow as your fingers calm on the strings. "But, we can plan tomorrow. Please. We almost died multiple times again." He sighs, relenting. "At least you have the skeleton of a plan."

"Yes!"

Humming, you sink into the soft ground, thanking the soils of Teyvat for giving you some comforts in this trying time. What little grass in the cave caresses you in gratitude, as you pluck at your instrument.

The Wanderer sighs, as he prepares a small pot of tea. "You've been messing with that thing all night and its about to grate at my ears. Do you even know how to play?"

You chuckle a bit, sheepish as you hand the lyre over to Barbara who plays a quick, jaunty tune with a flourish. "Well, I can sing...?"

He sighs again, bowing his head and resigned to the confirmation that you were much more... ridiculous than the gossip and rumors painted you as. "Then why are you the one with the lyre?"

You shrug as Barbara starts up another little song. "Gives me something to do with my hands. Helps me calm down. Diluc and Barbara have been teaching me though when we have the time."

Your soft smile at Barbara's song turns cheeky as you turn to him. "Wanna hear what they've taught me?"

"Sure, better than forcing this inane conversation."

You giggle maniacally as you smile at Barbara, the singer immediately catching your drift. "Follow me?" "To the ends of the earth."

You laugh, as she tunes the instrument to the right notes. "Not like that you sap!" "I know, I know! But yes, of course. His song right?"

You nod. "Yep."

"'My' song...?" Wanderer tilts his head in confusion, before realization dawns on his face.

"Hey, just because it has my-- ...that name, does not immediately mean its 'my song'."

The two of you handily ignore his slip up, you drinking some water in preparation for singing and Barbara testing the lyre if its in tune. "Oh, please," you say, sitting up. "you haven't even heard the full thing yet! It's definitely your song."

He sighs, leaning back against the cavern wall. "Very well then. Indulge me."

-

You start, reciting the beginning "poem" from memory. Barbara watches and waits, fingers hovering above the strings. Wanderer cocks his head, clearly interested. She begins playing as you get halfway, the lyre an excellent substitute for the piano. You continue, the Wanderer scoffing a little at the poem's mention of a poor boy needing no sympathy, but you pay it no mind. He hasn't heard the rest of the song yet.

"Mama,"

Barbara picks up on her playing, wringing the lyre out for all its worth for those deep chords and piano-like sounds.

"Just killed a man,"

You summoned the small drum you bought from a merchant in Inazuma in preparation.

"Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead,"

You close your eyes, swaying to the tune of the song.

"Mama, life had just begun,"

You didn't need to open your eyes to know that he's really listening now.

"But now I've gone and thrown it all away!"

You quickly tap on the drum, trying in vain to mimic the band's performance.

"Mama!, oooh,"

Zhongli was sat at the entrance with his legs crossed and humming along.

"Didn't mean to make you cry,"

Wanderer was still. You could almost hear the turning of the cogs in his mind.

"If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,"

The steady beat of the drum was a stark contrast to the deep, heavy feeling inside his chest.

"Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters."

His Vision pulsed, as his hand unconsciously came to caress it. Was this what it was like to have a heart?

Barbara's fingers were gentle on the strings as a set of footsteps approached the entrance of the cave. You could hear Little Lettuce's pitter-pattering and the dulcet tones of Zhongli and Diluc's voices as they catch up in the short time they've been separated.

"Too late, my time has come,"

He had closed his eyes, listening intently to the music as the waves of sound rocked him gently and deeply into his sea of memories.

"Sends shivers down my spine,"

He can see it now, those old fleeting moments of happiness before they were all ultimately destroyed.

"Body's aching all the time."

He could feel it, suddenly hyper aware of his joints and limbs. The feeling of phantom strings and hands pulling and pushing him like he was some puppet. (But it wasn't like he was ever anything else.)

"Goodbye, everybody. I've got to go,"

He could hear it, everyone's cries and wails of despair filling his ears as he sailed towards Inazuma City to beg the Shogunate (his mother) for mercy that they would not grant.

"Gotta leave you all behind to face the truth."

He could also hear the Doctor's cackling laughter as he began to weave his web of lies, webs that would replace the strings that she had put on him. That he had cut away.

"Mama!, oooh,"

He could see it, the light shining through the patches in the walls and the roof of that old hut. The kind and innocent smile on that sickly, young face.

"I don't wanna die,"

He could see it, red, red, red lapping up and eating away at the walls and roof of the house. Red, red, red all around them. As if he was asleep in a meadow of flowers. (or sinking into a pool of blood)

"I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.!"

You all gave him his moment, deep in his sea of memories. Diluc was wordlessly playing the zither, an imperfect substitute for an electric guitar. He'd noiselessly joined into your impromptu concert after he was caught up on the situation by Zhongli who had promptly disguised the mouth of the cavern as some kind of rock formation.

As he played, you thought back to the Wanderer's words. To the moment you first heard him say that-- his character teaser. Your heart had clenched back then, tears pricking the corners of your eyes but you couldn't help chuckling at his words-- that ever iconic song playing in your head. But you know that there was nothing to chuckle about here, Wanderer holding the brim of his hat in an almost vice-like grip. His jaw is clenched.

You all silently agreed to let the solo drag on at least a little bit longer. He takes a sharp breath. (You all know its his way of saying his thanks.)

Barbara begins plucking the lyre in a jaunty little tune, and you couldn't help but crack a grin. The atmosphere's heavy, but it's beginning to lift anyway.

"I see a little silhouetto of a man,"

The Wanderer scoffs, already knowing the next few lines by heart thanks to you. You all readily ignore the wetness in his sound.

"Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the fandango?!"

You were surprised at everyone joining in. Wanderer especially, being caught so off-guard that he jumped in his seat. "For the nth time, no I won't!" Barbara giggles as you push onwards, a manic grin on your face.

"Thunderbolt and lightning!"

Diluc only smiles at the mildly disgruntled Wanderer, his Divine Overseer and Mondstadt's Deaconess having stood up to sing their hearts out. "I'm pretty sure that's not gonna be the last time you say that to them."

"Very, very frightening, me!"

The singing duo once again became lost in the music of the song, belting their hearts and lungs out for their one audience member. Said audience member could only crack a smile and reply, "I had a feeling."

"Galileo, Galileo,"

You had all but screeched out said scientist's name as you pointed to Zhongli. When faced with the Wanderer's incredulous look, he could only gain a fond look in his eyes, shrug and say, "You get used to it over time."

"Galileo, Galileo,"

"Wait, you're all used to this?!" Barbara's sheepish as she answers. "They sing as a coping mechanism. We kind of picked it up over time as well." Diluc shrugs again. "It's better than alcoholism."

"Galileo, Figaro! - Magnifico, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,"

Wanderer cringes-- despite this, a smile is growing on his face. "You don't have to vocalize the echoes, you imbecile!" You merely put a hand to your forehead, aiming to up the drama with your next lyrics.

"I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me,"

He feels the tug of old memories, of old traumas still clinging to his skin. But he pays them no mind, knowing he must march onwards to the future. A future paved by a ragtag group of wanted divine beings and important people that are beginning to worm his way into his chest.

"He's just a poor boy from a poor family,"

Oh no. He's feeling it again.

"Spare him his life from this monstrosity!"

He cannot help but watch you all sing.

Barbara's fingers fly on the strings.

"Easy come,"

He felt what he felt back then, before she had forsaken him.

"Easy go,"

He felt what he felt back then, before he was fooled into thinking he had left him-- left them.

"Will you let me go?"

He felt what he felt back then, before he was torn away from him with no bigger enemy to blame but his own mortality.

"Bismillah! No!"

It was affection. It was care.

"We will not let you go!

(Let him go!)"

Oh archons, he's starting to care.

"Bismillah! We will not let you go!

(Let him go!)"

For hundreds of years, he's hardened his heart and closed himself off from everyone and everything. Sworn to scrub himself clean of human emotions.

"Bismillah! We will not let you go!

(Let me go!)"

And yet, for those same hundreds of years, he had never fully closed himself off-- never fully scrubbed away the feeling of... feeling.

"Will not let you go! (Let me go!)"

He couldn't help but glance at those two, fingers flying across the strings of their instruments. Humans, can they really be trusted?

"Will not let you go! (Let me go!)

His eyes slowly drifted to the other two, one ancient and the other practically a newborn. Can the gods really make him feel anything other than loathing?

"Never let you go!

(Never, never, never let me go!)"

He takes in their entire performance, all of them being their pure, complete, and unadulterated selves. With no masks to keep on, or roles to maintain. Merely singing, and dancing, and playing these instruments just for the heck of it.

"Oh, oh, oh!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

For centuries, he has roamed this world-- seeing and meeting many new people, and yet never regarding any of them as his companions.

"Oh, mama mia, mama mia!"

Would he be able to regard these people as such?

"Mama mia, let me go!"

Would he be able to trust them, like the did with the others? To stay and not break their promises with him?

"Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,"

Would he be able to hold on to them, and they not let go as they had been claiming over and over?

"For me!"

Well, he has no choice in the matter. He's stuck with them now, as wanted fugitives.

"For me!"

Only time will tell if they forsake him like those before him. At least he's safe in the comfort that the world had forsaken them as well. Just like him. He hopes that strange sort of kinship makes you understand. He hopes it makes you stay.

You whooped with joy as Barbara absolutely nailed that note, Diluc quickly shredding on the zither afterwards. You would've given it to Zhongli but-- the man hasn't played a guitar before. And you need a certain "je ne sais quoi" to really pull off what Queen was doing. ...Also, you needed the sound of a guitar for the song.

You glance back to the Wanderer, mostly silently listening this whole time. He was lightly bopping his hand to the beat. You smile, taking whatever victories you can get. "Beelzebub? Really?" You blow a raspberry at him, preparing for the next part of the song. "I'll tell you about it later!" You clear your throat.

"So, you think you can stone me and spit in my eye!"

Diluc hits that sick riff.

"So, you think you can love me and leave me to die?!"

Barbara, even if she's practically undetectable underneath Diluc's strumming and your-- excuse me, Zhongli's drum beating, is still managing to bring up and compliment every single one of you performing.

"Oh, baby!"

You swear, if you all weren't wanted fugitives forced to live on the LAM because of a crime you didn't commit, you'd be a killer band.

"Can't do this to me baby!"

You do gotta thank Zhongli for subtly swiping away the drums from you-- you frankly weren't quite sure how you'd be able to focus on giving this song the power ballad it deservers while also playing an instrument.

"Just gotta get out,"

Despite all your peeking on Wanderer for his opinions on the song and to check on his emotional state, you weren't exactly omniscient. You were, afterall, still performing and still getting lost in the music.

"Just gotta get right outta here!"

So you didn't notice the twinge of an... almost fond emotion lacing his face as he watches you rock out to this classic. What can you say, Diluc kills it on the zither.

The sound builds and builds, Barbara layering on top of it and you not being able to resist the urge to air guitar to it as it slowly reaches its crescendo... And crashes back down, Zhongli and Diluc humming along to the sound.

"Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah,"

You gasp for breath, the end of the song finally coming up. Diluc's energetic playing slows down, signaling the finale.

"Nothing really matters,"

You feel sweat dripping down your skin, having danced and moved around-- possessed by the power of the song.

"Anyone can see,"

You lean your back against the cave wall, relishing in its coolness as you bring the song to a close.

"Nothing really matters... Nothing really matters, to me..."

You sigh as you sink, pleased and satisfied at everyone's performance.

"Any way the wind blows..."

Zhongli finishes it off with the rapping of the drum, mimicking a cymbal crash to his best ability. Barbara beams at the Wanderer, who looks like he's regretting singing along to that last part.

"So," you ask, out of breath. "what'cha think about the song?"

Wanderer waves off Barbara's tired but happy smile, poofing the fourth bowl back into existence and busying his hands. He prepares Diluc's Shimi Chazuke as he hums.

"Well, despite it being a complete emotional roller coaster and the utter gibberish that it contains, I suppose that its worthy being called 'my song', as you will."

"I'll fucking take it! Fives all around guys, good job!" You quickly double high five everyone in the group-- Zhongli letting you slam your hands down on his, Barbara being a quick pair of one-two taps, and Diluc just lightly bumping his full hands into yours. You turn to Wanderer, waiting for him to high five you. "You too, hat boy-- you joined in the song, you get some fives."

At least Diluc had the decency to look away when he huffed in amusement. "Hat boy?! Let me tell you, I've gone through many names and titles during my journey. And each one is more eminent than any ordinary mortal could ever imagine!"

As he said these words, his heart slowly sank to his feet as he saw the stupid, cheeky smile growing on your face. "Yes, yes... But! and I quote, 'they're all just water under the bridge to me now.

Call me whatever you like. Go ahead, let me see what you can come up with.'" The Wanderer's eye twitched.

"And that's the best you can come up with?! If you know me so well, oh, great Overseer, then you would very much know that I'm also telling you to not disappoint me! Tell me, All-Knowing Guide, am I not disappointed?!" You snorted, too tired from the day's events to feel any sort of proper fear and trepidation at this situation. "Then, I'll just keep thinking of names until something sticks, mushroom head." You pat his head. "Now, how in the world did you even get here Lulu?"

He sips from his bowl full of rice and tea. "Doro44 Sumeru Chasm sneakpeek. Would've gotten here faster if the place wasn't absolutely surrounded by treasure hoarders and Fatui. Had a bit of trouble finding it as well, since it was behind some rock walls." He grabs a small twig from the ground and starts drawing. "Its a sort of cave that's absolutely overgrown by giant roots." "You dare to ignore me?!"

You flash that same cheeky grin at him again. "We didn't ignore you, we just changed the subject!"

Nope, he takes it all back. He hates all of you.

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AND THATS A FUCKING WRAP AUGHHHHHHHHH-- broooooo, you would not BELIEVE how hard this was to write. both because Bohemian Rhapsody is SUCH a long song but also because of SOOOO many outside circumstances. like BRUH i was supposed to release this like a day after my castaways fic but NOOOOOOOO-- life got so in the way man. my parents started breathing down my neck for chores, we had to visit my relatives in the province (still in the province btw lol), i got FUCKING SICK BECAUSE OF STRESS AND DUST ALLERGIES and i literally spent like-- my first few days sick making my sickness FUCKING WORSE since our house was literally covered in dust and i was the only one who could clean it fucking apparently. bro, i even spent this goddamn christmas fucking sick. ugh this has been such a hell week. literally the only comfort i found this week was all genshin related AHAHA-- i was playing genshin, visiting the SAGAU tag a lot, waiting for fanfics to update, just generally genshin brainrotting.

ugh thank god i finally released this one. i do have a lot of ideas for this down the road and hell dawg! i even got a request! thats the one thatll be coming up next. i wrote like-- a massive part of this sick and it got sOOOOO out of hand ever since i didnt get to finish it that day so i hope it sticks together well and is mostly coherent. enjoy!! :))

[life-winners-liveblog]

Oh Pearl you should listen to Rises the moon or Anarchy by Egg

know Rises the moon isnt made by egg, but they've made a cover of it and I love Egg and her music is just so comfy and beautiful and omy goooooooood

Oh you should also listen to Cynical Fairytale, by Egg, I think you'd like it :D

And and and oH MY GOD YOU SHOUDL TOTALLY LISTEN TO MASICHISM TANGO!! Its such a bop, honestly its completely different from Eggs music, but its so good

If you want sad music then I reccomned No children by The Mountain Goats, cus its sad and sad and very nice. Also for the sad vibes I deserve to bleed by Sushi Soucy, which Im glad I dont relate to as much, but still its such a bop

For some musical music, all of Les Mis, Candy Store from heathers, Show me your hands from The guy who didnt like musicals, and probably lots more but those are what i have from the top of my head

If u like romancy songs I recommend uh, hm wait I just gotta remember some actual romancy songs

Okay so my brain has a hard time deciding what to categorise as a romancy song, ig Anarchy, but I dont see it as a romance song so idono

Also just lots of Queen, Bohemian Rhapsody, Dont stop me now, Loverboy, oh yeah thats a love song yes, and Killer Queen

OOOOOH and how could I forget all the metal covers of Worlds end valentine, theyre so fuckings cool, all of them

Oh and also lots of Toby Fox and Omori music in general

Okay I've been rambling, I love music so much like omy god music is so fun, and omy god i love talking about my favorite music (as you've probably figured out)

9.2

(Also note to Author, I hope its not too annoying that i wrote so much about music haha)

(Rises the moon-covered by Egg)

Pearl: It's very slow, It's like a lullaby... very calming...

Scott: Yeah, It's nice. Really like the high notes especially.

Grian: It's nostalic. Reminds me of the nights back in the desert... It's familiar.

~~~~~~~~

(Masochism Tango)

Pearl: This is a whole different vibe.

Scott: A VERY different vibe.

Grian: When I saw the name I tought of Tango... could you imagine him singing this?

Pearl: Nah not really, thats not really his vibe... its more of a Scar song.

Grian:... That is... true.

~~~~~~~~

(No children)

Scott: That "I hope you die, I hope we both die" hit me like a truck. I didn't expect it at all.

Pearl: I am sure if I knew this song back in Double life I would have sung it to my Scott.

Grian:... It's really bitter-sad... i don't like it.

Pearl: What?! It's so good!

Grian: I just... don't...Am I not allowed likes and dislikes?

Pearl: ... to each their own tastes I guess.

~~~~~~~~

(Candy store)

Grian: Now this, this is great!!

Scott: I like the rythm but the lyrics are a bit-

Grian: Shhh- 🎶Honey whatchu waiting foor? 🎵Welcome to my candy store! 🎶Time to prove you are not a loser anymore, welcome to my candy store!🎵

Pearl: He's really into it isn't he?

Scott: sure looks like it.

~~~~~~~~

(Bohemian Rapsody)

Scott: Is this another slow song? It's nice, kinda sad, but- well nevermind the tempo changed completely.-

Pearl: Galileo🎶, Galileo🎵, Galileo🎶, Galileo🎵 Galileo Figaro. This is fun.

LimL!Jimmy:... *Murmurs* He is just a poor boy nobody loves him.

Grian: Jimmy?!? How long have you been here?

LimL!Jimmy: Since you sang about candy stores.

Grian: Ah.

~~~~~~~~

(Worlds End Valentine-metal cover)

Scott: I like it ... Jimmy seems to be completely entranced.

Grian: Yeah It's nice enough.

LimL!Jimmy: That was great!!

Pearl: We know, you were focused entirely on it like your unlife depended on it.

~~~~~~~~

Scott: Omori? I am pretty sure It's a game on our laptop, do you whispers think we should try it?

(Also I don't mind the music stuff :D)

(Also, also, wanted Martyn to be there but I find it unlikely he would have accepted so I didn't)

[pupkashi]

flu season

megumi learns NyQuil unlocks your inner rockstar

a/n: hi hi !! first time writing for megumi sorry if it’s ooc ,, feedback is appreciated !! if yall have any requests or ideas let me know !! i hope you all stay warm and healthy <3 and happy bday megumi :]

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Megumi Fushiguro was not one to sit around someone’s apartment and play nurse for them. Unless, that someone was you. In that case, megumi would show up at your door with copious amounts of medicine and snacks and urge you to take time off work and classes and stay in bed all day. 

“gumi i'm cold” you mumbled, curling into yourself as you stared up at your boyfriend, frowning as you saw him pouring the NyQuil up for you. 

“That's the fever, take all these blankets off, you're making it worse” he sighed, gently prying the four blankets off your body, a small sheen of sweat on your forehead as you shook slightly. His heart ached at the small whimper you made as you grew colder, handing you the shot of NyQuil and smiling at you as you took it from him. 

“I hate medicine,” you grumbled, swallowing the liquid and feeling the coolness spread through your nose and throat. 

“didn't say you had to love it” he shot back and you furrowed your brows at him, sitting up in your shared bed and crossing your legs. 

You were silent as you watched your boyfriend shuffle around the room, putting things away and taking off the sweats and t-shirt he wore. 

The NyQuil was quickly kicking in as you stared at his toned figure, smiling at him before whistling softly. Megumi turned around at the sound, a confused expression on his face and the tips of his ears burning. 

“you’re sooo hot” you giggled, resting your chin on the palm of your hand as you oogled your boyfriend, “you doin anything tonight? we should make out” the suggestion caused megumi to smile. 

“Sorry pretty, I have other much more intimate plans with you tonight” he sighed, taking two long strides forward and caressing your cheek, which he noted was extremely hot. 

Your eyebrows raised and you didn’t bother fighting the smile off your face, “you gonna fuck me?” the raven haired sorcerer laughed and shook his head, leaving you confused. 

Megumi bent down next to you, rummaging through the small basket on your night stand before standing back up and showing you the small dark blue container. 

“vapoRub” He grinned and you groaned, throwing yourself to lie on your back before breaking into a fit of giggles. 

“We should get a hamster! or a bunny! or you should just leave your demon dog with us at all times and he can be our pet!” you spewed, words slightly incoherent as the medicine's effect became stronger and stronger. 

“y/n you should get some rest” megumi smiled, opening the small container and putting a generous amount on three fingers, leaning down to spread the substance onto your chest and throat. 

“i think i could make it on the X factor” you blurted after a moment of silence. Megumi thought back to time you two went out for karaoke, a smile flashing onto his face as the sounds of your off key Bohemian Rhapsody played in his mind. 

“that’s very bold of you” he replied, rubbing a bit more on your chest before grabbing more vaporub on his fingers, “turn around” 

“bright eyes” you sang softly, a wide smile on your face as you continued “every now and then i get a little bit something something..... FALL APART!” the pause in your words made megumi chuckle, and shake his head. 

“shut up X factor turn around” he groaned, easily flipping you onto your stomach with one arm. You continued singing as his hand snaked up his your shirt, spreading the vaporub onto your back. 

“one upon time i was falling in love” you sighed, “.. falling ‘part,” your words trailing off. With megumi softly massaging your shoulders and the NyQuil in full effect, you were on the verge of knocking out. 

Megumi stared at you, a soft smile on his lips as he watched your breathing steady, closing the container and scooting into bed next to you, pulling you into his chest and closing his eyes. 

“total eclipse of the heart” he sung softly, kissing your forehead and drifting off to sleep.

[imthebentley]

WEDDING CAR PREP

As some of you may know I am the official car of @bil-daddy and @mrazfellcos wedding (see @bildaddy-and-mrazfellcos-wedding for more details) - and ALSO I'm collecting FREDDIE MERCURY from heaven as a guest! (and also Betty White and … God I think…)

I’ve been prepping my questions for Freddie:

Who was the car you were singing about in I’m in Love with my Car?

Are they still, you know, on the road? In the picture?

In this song you have a line ‘cars don't talk back’. If, hypothetically, a car could a little bit talk back - how would you feel about that?

What is your opinion of little smelly trees?

In Bohemian Rhapsody - did you by any chance already know about my boss's work situation?

In your song Bicycle, the bit where I say Rolls and you say Royce, how would you feel about a superficially similar car with a sportier engine and slightly different bonnet ornament?

Would you possibly consider signing my dashboard? *note to self, put sharpie in glove compartment*

Would you like a lift anywhere after this?

Anyway, I am accepting notes if you lot have any opinions

[mm2022ll]

Happy Birthday, Richard O'Brien, the most wonderful man on earth!

Let this magnificent creature be the happiest on the entire planet! May all the gods and fate protect him, may inspiration never leave his life, and may his heart be full of warmth and joy)))

I want to tell you a little about how I got into this beautiful universe, which was created by the amazing Richard O’Brien, which appeared thanks to the phenomenon of his existence and creativity, and which literally saved my life.

I was born and raised in a country and at a time where the bulk of my generation knew absolutely nothing about his “Rocky”, and I greatly regret this. Personally, I myself watched it relatively recently, a few years ago after I found out that it was one of Freddie Mercury’s favorite films (I just went to the cinema to see “Bohemian Rhapsody”, just for fun). I really liked Rocky. When I saw Riff Raff, I thought - wow, what a colorful guy! Very much to my taste). And how he sings, what energy is in his voice when he calls light into his life in “Over at the Frankenstein place”, what willpower is to defeat the main ... villain, or hero, depending on how you look at it). But “on the wave” of Freddie, I was captivated by Frank-n-Furter performed by Tim Curry. I also thought that the film was excellent, especially considering the years of release, everything was beautiful, high quality, understandable and appropriate. In general, a living classic and style icon. However, I still wasn't a fan). I didn’t even realize the significance of Richard for this creation, looking between the lines, and almost immediately conveniently forgetting who played whom. Because immediately after this, several events happened in my life that made me forget about films, and hobbies, and in general, all kinds of entertainment, in general, not very good events.

When, after a couple of years, everything went a little back to normal, I wanted to watch something in the noir style (I like, among other things, noir, as well as gothic and a little horror, although I watch everything that is filmed, in my opinion, good, because in almost any style you can find good examples). I read good reviews for the movie "Dark City" and decided to watch it.

My God! The effect was simply amazing! The film evoked a strong reaction and response in me! I just fell in love with it, with its idea, atmosphere, scenery, characters, and most of all I was hooked by the image of Mr. Hand. I was simply hypnotized by him, he was so good! What grace, what manners, figure, but most importantly - what eyes! Expressive and deep, bright, like stars, and piercing right through you, like two daggers, and at the same time looking a little reproachfully, but understanding everything! Beautiful eyes for which you can give your soul and heart, if demanded. And his smile! It was like I saw heaven when he smiled at Emma in the pier scene, it was just incredible! It was as if the warm sun warmed me in the middle of winter, as if the brightest star in the universe had been lit... He was simply amazing)

Oh, how I wanted to develop his storyline! How I wanted a battle between him and Murdoch, and not just with Mr. Book)) Considering the grace and artistry, skill and photogenicity, colorfulness and appearance of Richard O’Brien, it would be incredible and exciting! He was simply created for such things, and I sincerely don’t understand why so few of him were filmed, including in such films, because he is simply the decoration of everyone in which he played. I think martial arts with dance elements would suit him perfectly). And how I wanted to preserve the inquisitive and most humane of the Strangers! I cried at the end of the film - from the happiness that people will gain relative freedom and the joy of seeing the light, and also from the fact that Mr. Hand died. Some will consider me crazy, and probably very naive, but in my fan version of events it seems to me that if it were not for the memories of the killer that were injected into him, Mr. Hand would still have turned out to be a person, an individual.

Be that as it may, the image of Mr. Hand turned out to be simply magnificent, “Dark City” was a gorgeous film, and I became interested in the actor who played Hand (I didn’t recognize him right away, although I saw that his face seemed familiar to me, and especially his incredible eyes). When I realized that this was the same actor who played Riff Raff in Rocky, I was simply delighted and decided to continue my acquaintance by reading more about him).

And... I disappeared! I entered his world through the back door, fell through and fell like Alice through the rabbit hole into Wonderland, and this door to Richard O’Brien’s universe was Dark City, not Rocky). It turned out to be not just an actor, not just a person, but an absolutely incredible, unimaginable, bright and brilliant personality! Divinely talented, versatile, smart, sarcastic, but at the same time very kind, very complex and deep, beautiful, sophisticated, fragile and at the same time very strong and strong-willed - and all this is one incredible person! I embarked on a journey through his universe, and this journey is still ongoing, and he never ceases to amaze me, and never disappoints me. I learn many things from him, his philosophy of life, I can understand his point of view, I like his perception of this world, I feel the energy in him that is kindred to me (no matter how arrogant it may sound, sorry).

Thanks to Richard O'Brien, I came out of a deep depression. If I may say so, he saved my soul. I am incredibly grateful to him! The fact that I discovered his world, gave my life more color, I wanted to live again. I realized that this world is not as bad as I began to think. Looking through his work, listening to songs, interviews, enjoying shows with his participation - in particular, “The Crystal Labyrinth” (in which you can see him in all his beauty, live, close and a lot) and “The Ink Thief”, I heal my heart from old and new wounds, I draw inspiration and strength - and thank him for this, thank you a thousand times! I think he will never be forgotten; I think he left a mark on this world forever. I think that with his creativity he did something very important in life for each of his fans, helped a huge number of people realize themselves, and for the whole society he showed what real freedom is, what it means to truly live for art and embody art, to be yourself and a muse for others, to be the Sun, and inspire others with your pure, positive thousand-megawatt energy! Happy Birthday to the most wonderful person in the universe! Happy Birthday Richard O'Brien!

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Flake's podcast - Gay and lesbian

podcast 2022-09-13, playlist of the songs

The biggest force in life and the only one Flake respects (apart from his wife) is Nature. And the biggest drive in Nature is Sex, big parts of life are about sex, thinking about sex, sex to reproduce, and to prevent to many people being born, Nature also created same-sex so it's completely natural for a man to love a man and woman to love a woman. That is the intro to this podcast, and Flake plays songs about, or by, gay or lesbian artists, some of whom are well known to be gay, some who had to hide it for a long time (and some, to be honest, i think Flake is 'outing' without really knowing 🍀 but as he sees homosexuality as something completely normal, he doesn't have a problem with that).

As a sidenote he also mentions some of his favorite things:

author: Kurt Vonnegut (0h29)

fictional character: Kilgore Trout

movie: Brokeback Mountain (0h48)

saying: 'Der Spaß ist kurz, ein Leben lang' (0h58, from the song Kribbel Krabbel by Ton Steine Scherben) (meaning something like 'Fun only lasts a short time, for an entire life'

composer: Chopin (1h53), but eventually he heard so much of it thathis interest diminshed a bit, Flake compares this how Modern Talking music, that was also played so much..."Paul our guitarist" said about that "It is good because otherwise there wouldn't be millions of people listening to it", but Flake doesn't agree, it's not his cup of tea, no matter how many listeners they have)

painter: Gauguin (1h53)

Completely fitting in the theme at 1h40 Flake plays the Rammstein song 'Mann gegen Mann' which to the band is called 'Schwuler' (but their Swedish producer Mann gegen Mann (Man against man) sounded better, Flake thinks it should at least have been Mann mit Mann (Man with man)), the songtitle comes from the Family Values Tour in the US which Rammstein did with a.o. Korn, Korn had a song 'Faget', and Rammstein told them it meant 'Schwuler' in German. They heard it so often at the tour that they made a song about it.

But the funnest anecdote (especially for the fanfic-inclined among us) is at 1h02, where Flake talks about when Rammstein records an album, they retreat to a studio and for three weeks they do everything together: make music, eat together, sit down after work, watch tv, and they all get really familiar. When hanging out together they regularly drop a theme and talk about each one's experience with it, often it turns out that a theme that one thought they had only experienced themselves, others know about as well. Well, one night the topic 'Homo erotic experience' was brought to the table, and as it turned out, the entire band had their experience with that...either going home with someone after a party , or when they were at school with a friend... ❤️ Most people have both sides in them, sometimes inclined a bit more to one side, sometimes to the other, and Flake also occassionally is attracted, to a guy, for instance in a movie.

He knows what it's like to get a warm feeling in his heart ❤️

PS. because of that anecdote, I'm not going to complain that he completely fails to acknowledge Adam Lambert is singing in Queen 😄 and that he isn't playing Freddie Mercury's boyfriend in the 'Bohemian Rhapsody' movie (or maybe i am in the wrong there 😊)

more takes on Flake's podcasts

[iamthecomet]

Hi Comet! Here's another headcanon question. The whole band share one tourbus because I say so.

Who is the main person responsible for the roadtrip playlists? Which ghoul is banned from adding songs to the queue and why is it Rain for adding "What's New Pussycat?" 25 times in a row? Is there a song that everyone sings along to? Any songs added ironically to a playlist that the band members end up liking un-ironically by the end of the tour?

-Ghoulette Anon

HI! Road trip music headcanons under the cut because I'm insane and I had thoughts.

Cirrus is the head playlist maker. She is almost too organized, and this leads to being very good at putting together very curated playlists. They tend to be a little predictable sometimes, but there are certain days when that's exactly what they all need. Her playlists are best for quiet off days when everyone is tired, or long night drives. Swiss is the other trusted playlist maker. He is less curated, a little more random. But is good at picking songs that everyone likes. His goal with all of his playlists is to keep the mood up. He wants to hype everyone up, keep everyone happy. His playlists are great for sing-a-longs on long travel days. Sunshine was banned from having her playlists played on the bus when it became clear that 60% of them were comedy bands, or weird mixes of songs together (think Neil Cicierega) and while sometimes that's a great vibe at the Abbey, it's a little grating on tour. Rain is absolutely banned from adding songs to the queue. He is not allowed to be in control of the music at all. He's too unhinged, and known for, yes, playing the same song on repeat. He also has no sense of what songs should come after what. He thinks it's perfectly acceptable to put Cattle Decapitation on directly after The Spice Girls. He doesn't understand what everyone's problem is. Mountain is only allowed to play music late at night. He has a penchant for classical and folk songs and singer-songwriter stuff. everyone else is fine with that, but not when they're trying to get hyped up for a show. There are only so many sea shanties they can all take before someone is throwing something at Mountain and physically wrestling control of the music away from him. Aether's the classic rock guy. Loves his 70s and 80s rock. Especially punk. He is allowed to have control of the music during long days, but only until he starts playing the obscure stuff. Everyone is on board when he's playing The Clash and Black Sabbath and Van Halen, but as soon as he starts breaking out some punk band from London that only ever played one show he's cut off. Cumulus plays a lot of shoegaze. indie. early emo (Cursive is one of her favorites). She likes her music a little dreamy a little moody. Also a great choice for when they're driving through the night. But like Aether, when things start to get too obscure and weird someone has to cut her off. Dew is, weirdly, the best at manning the queue. When they've gotten sick of the playlists and everyone else has exhausted their permissions Dew is really good at finding the vibe and working with it. He knows a lot of music. And, while, if you caught him listening to k-pop back at the Abbey he would deny it until his last breath, he doesn't have shame about playing his guilty pleasure music for the rest of the band as long as it helps keep the peace. If asked about it, he'll say he knows it for this specific reason. No no, he's not mouthing the words, you're insane. Copia is really into early rock. Buddy Holly. The Beach Boys. The Monkees, all of that kind of stuff. He is also, inexplicably VERY into disco. If they don't listen to Abba's entire discography at least once during the tour he gets sad. Guaranteed full party sing-a-long songs? - I Want It That Way - Backstreet Boys - Take On Me - A Ha -Dancing Queen - Abba -Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen -Literally anything by Lady Gaga. I think there are A LOT of songs that get played while they're queuing music that get a lot of eye rolls at first or are played for the laugh, that they end up falling in love with by the end of the tour. Something about singing a song with people you love can make even the most cringe songs loveable. I also think that some of Sunshine's "weird joke" songs start to grow on them (turns out everyone loves Ninja Sex Party by the end of the tour).