#im used to the johnny cash cover

[pinkaddiofficial]

https://youtu.be/1MevYCdn5S8

Oh, this is a Lightner song. I know this one!

* They begin to sing along. Their voice is... well, at least it isn't painful to listen to. Some Addisons can sing, but it appears they aren't one of them.

I'll admit, I've never much liked the full song. It is sad, for such a lovely chorus. And this version, it sounds so... vengeful...

[serene-sun]

𝕻𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚!

Pairing: ghouls & a baby ghoul, lowkey sodia, Swiss is so dad

Summary: after a great show, the ghouls make a haunting discovery

A/N: I told my fiancé I was pregnant during Mary on a cross and he flipped, also was bawling tears when they left the stage!! So here is a comfort thing I wrote to distract me from the concert blues.

Swiss yawned and stretched his back, he walked down the ramp from the once shiny and lit up stage.

“I could use a nap.” He said groggy, his vocal cords holding and letting go of his voice.

“Im so hungry.” Cumulus whined, following the ghoul as she fumbled with the button that kept her uniform closed around her neck.

“Im damn thirsty.” Mountain said, slouched over as he grew more and more exhausted. He felt his arms limp, and his ankle hurt.

“That was a great show!” Sodo said, rolling into the ghoulish pack with a confident smile. “I think each time we play here, I wanna come back.” He added, his eyes lit a flame.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love Nashville, but sometimes all of the noise from broad street is too loud.” Aurora said, catching up with them as her and rain covered their sensitive ears.

Rain winced in agreement as he hung with Aurora, phantom and cirrus.

“Wait.” Swiss said, his lead off the line coming to a hult as they approached the dressing room hall. “Do you guys hear that?”

“What is it now? It’s probably them blasting Johnny cash or something down the street.” Aurora rolled her eyes, but she quickly turned to Swiss as she heard the noise too.

“No. No no, that’s not music. That’s a whimper.” Swiss said, investigating with his pointed ears and pin point eye sight.

“Hm? It’s probably the meet and greet.” Mountain replied, looking at Swiss.

“No, that was after their set.” Swiss walked towards a corner of the venue, he came to a tall black curtain and hesitantly pulled it back.

“Uh-“ Swiss was at a loss of words as he saw what muffled crying was behind the curtain.

The rest of the ghouls followed in curiosity, only to be the same as Swiss with their jaws low and eyes wide.

“Uhm…how.” Cumulus tried to reason, as she looked at the frail kit curled up into his knees with hot wet streaks running down their cheeks.

“I’ll….I’ll get papa.” Cirrus volunteered and ran off as the rest of the ghouls ushered the kit to the dressing room.

“Are you alright? How did you get here?” Swiss asked, setting them into the vanity and kneeling down to seem less threatening in size. His eyes soft and his hair damp in sweat, “can you understand me?”

“What do you last remember?” Rain joined in before the door slammed open to reveal a confused papa.

“What? What’s going on?? What’s this about?” Papa copia pushed through the crowd of ghoul frustratingly.

He came to a point of no return when he was met eye to eye with little ghoul.

He had only been in a baggy tour shirt, the one with papas face menacingly staring at the earth as lightning struck the cities they played at. It covered the ghoul like a dress, and he had dark fuzzy black hair and pointy ears. His claws were so sharp they dug into the metal vanity and left marks.

“Oh dear.” Copia sighed, his tense position lessened as he kneeled down with Swiss. “You aren’t supposed to be here, are you.”

The little ghoul stared at him, his eyes unable to close and reopen as he sat so still you would think he was a statue.

Copia brought a hand to his head, but he heard a loud hiss and a sharp sensation at his hand as he noticed the leather of his glove clean slit like a fine blade. Copia looked at his eyes, slit pupils, wide eyes, long eye lashes, and he felt blood drip from his hand.

“Oh this just won’t do now will it?” Copia muttered, looking at his hand, “seems to be he was summoned.”

Sodo rushed to papas bloody hand, he held it and looked at him with concern, “Cardi, your hand.” He worried.

“Don’t worry about me, what matters is how and who summoned this poor bambino.” Copia softly smiled at the fire ghoul.

“Do you think…mm no.” Aurora held her chin, as so did rain and Swiss.

“The perpetrator knew it happened, they left him and clothed.” Copia took his glove off and pressed on his growing wound as sodo held his arm carefully.

“Do you, do you have a home little one?” Copia asked, bravely kneeling to the child again.

The kiddo looked him in the eyes as his chest heaved, “papa.” The kit whispered.

“Eh, yes I am papa.” Copia pointed at his chest, “you?” He then pointed to the kit.

The child’s eyes watched copias carefully, “star.” He slithered his name past his fangs.

“Home?” Copia asked, planting his knees on the dressing room floor.

“Dark, red…hot.” The ghoul frowned, “cold.”

“You want to go home?” Copia asked, “go home?”

The kit nodded eagerly.

“Alright, we will need to send him back to the pit.” Copia stood up and sighed.

The ghouls groaned in unison, “no!”

Copia looked around confused, “well what do you suggest we do then Hm?”

The ghouls looked at each other and then at papa, “take him home?” They proposed.

Copia was speechless, “take home a kit??? Mo- sister would kill me!”

Swiss took the kit and held him in his arms as he giggled at being thrown up so high, “we can teach him our ways.” Swiss smiled.

“Wha-“ copia looked at the other ghouls for answers before taking a moment of silence, “no.”

Swiss’s eyebrows furrowed, “what do you mean, no?” He bit.

“His home is In the pit!” Copia exclaimed.

The kit frowned at the loud noises, “home.” He muttered as he held tight to Swiss’s vest.

“Home.” He muffled again against his shoulder, “Swiss.”

The rest of the ghouls looked at papa with a silent smirk.

Papa looked around the ghouls, huffed, and looked at Swiss as he smiled in victory.

“Home it is.”

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: thanks anon for the request! i needed to write something quick and dirty to get out of my writing slump and this was perfect. i did some minor research on the calgary stampede and i don’t know anything about rodeos or horses (im actually terrified of them) so all inaccuracies are to be taken with a grain of salt. enjoy! 🐴

word count: 1k

tw: minor smut (thigh riding, fingering (f receiving), cowgirl position, p in v, unprotected), dirty talk, innuendo

summary: you watch matty compete in the saddle bronc competition at the calgary stampede

The top bar of the metal railing digs into your stomach as you lean forward, looking from side to side to make sure security isn’t nearby and ready to yell at you. Not that you plan on listening.

Lucky for you though, no one is around and you can happily lean over the rail to get a better look at Matty, behind the gate and ready to start his turn for the Saddle Bronc competition. He’s easy to spot among the other cowboys, his bright white hat and dark blue denim shirt standing out from the crowd. Besides that, you seem to have a special talent for finding your boyfriend in any sized crowd, your body attuned to his.

You tap your cowboy booted foot against the lower rung of the railing, the hollow noise drowned out by the crowds.

Matty’s the last one for this group and you suck your lower lip between your teeth, crossing your fingers that he’ll have the best time.

From behind you, Taryn’s laugh stands out and you look over your shoulder at your boyfriend’s sister to see her face scrunched up in amusement.

“What?” You ask, her laugh contagious.

“It’s like you’ve never seen Matty compete before,” she teases, gesturing to the way you’re leaned up against the railing, upper half hanging in the air, half ready to fall into the dirt with one sudden movement.

You shrug, one chambray denim covered shoulder lifting towards your ears. “Can I help it if I’m obsessed with watching him ride?” You ask, Cheshire Cat grin on your face.

Taryn rolls her eyes at you, but joins you up against the railing a heartbeat later when the gate opens and Matty’s let out onto the dirt of the ring. He trots his horse - Johnny Cash, named by yours truly, in honor of the horse’s entirely black coat and mane - into the center of the ring and looks around, taking in the atmosphere of the Stampede.

He looks imposing, sat up high on the horse, dressed for the rodeo. You’re used to seeing Matty in his cowboy hat and double denim, but there’s something different in his posture when he’s competing.

Before time starts, he catches sight of you and grins in your direction. A quick wink and then the eight second timer starts.

You’ve watched Matty do this before, but it never gets any less scary, watching Johnny Cash do his best to send Matty flying and Matty doing his best to stay in the saddle. His white hat is secured on his head, golden curls grown out into a mullet that you’re on record as hating, nearly touching the collar of his shirt.

His denim-clad thighs are thick and you can see the muscles working as the seconds tick down. He squeezes the horse’s flank and you think about last night, the way you’d ridden his thighs to two messy orgasms, your arousal slicking and matting the coarse golden hairs on his thighs. He’d tensed the thick muscle, flexing it against your cunt, fingers gripping your hips so he could drag you up and down as your rhythm had faltered. Tossing you on your back after and burying two thick fingers into your cunt in preparation for his cock. He’d dragged you back onto his lap, burying himself to the hilt and you’d bounced on his cock until you were both coming, his fingers in your mouth to muffle your moans.

The same fingers that now hold the reins in a similarly tight grip, tendons flexing in his wrist.

You grip the metal rail in your hands, knuckles going white while you hold your breath.

3…

Matty’s thighs flex again. Johnny Cash’s mane flies in the air, his coat like black velvet.

2…

You bite your lower lip hard enough to draw blood, front teeth indenting the slightly chapped skin.

1…

The timer goes off and Matty’s still on the horse, one hand thrown triumphantly in the air and you shriek, jumping up and down with Taryn’s arms around your torso. Your braids smack her in the face but neither of you say anything, too excited that Matt made it the full eight seconds.

The crowd is losing its mind, Matty’s taking a victory lap around the ring, and you’re startled when he appears in front of you, sweat dripping down his temple and chest heaving from the exertion.

Taryn lets out another little shriek of excitement and steps back, knowing her brother is here for you.

“Hey there,” he grins wickedly at you, posture casual as if he’s not in the middle of the rodeo. Johnny Cash lets out a little whinny, the exhale from his nose a hot puff of air.

You scramble back up to the railing, climbing up two rungs and ignoring the press of the hot metal on the front of your thighs so you can get to eye level with Matt. “Hey there, cowboy,” you grin back, reaching out to cup his cheeks and drag his face to yours for a searing kiss. His stubble scratches at your palms and his tongue probes your mouth, licking over your lower lip.

When you break apart, Matty lifts his hat off his head and drops it on yours, the brim slipping over your eyes briefly before he pushes it up with his index finger. You laugh and he nods.

“There’s my girl,” he murmurs. “My good luck charm.”

“I didn’t have anything to do with this,” you wave your hand in the air, flushing with the heat of Matt’s gaze. Johnny Cash nudges your leg with his nose and you give the horse a little scratch between the eyes.

His smirk grows and you press your thighs together as best as you can while standing on the rung of the railing. He notices, of course, and leans in to whisper, “learned all my riding techniques from watching you last night, darling.”

And then he’s gone, back to the corral, leaving you wet and wanting, the cowboy hat tipped back over your eyes.

[synthshenanigans]

I'm curious as to peoples idea for what he'd do for the next power hour so

[These all being popular ideas or ppl he's mentioned]

This was all just a ploy to get you to read my info dump theory on the concept of a Chonny Jash Power Hour loser HAHAHA

Im joking tho. Not about my CJPH theory, that is very much real but I'm not forcing you to read it lol

However if you're curious, my inane rambles are further down :}

[Long Rant Post Below]

Okay so I'm gonna start with the basic idea I got it from; that being Nerd. Nerd already foreshadowed the THDPH & the WWPH [Even down to the last song for each of them] Not only that, but he references the stuff hes done in the past as well with a break/pause inbetween.

[This is what I mean]

The first three being all stuff he already did. BDG with Pocket, Tally Hall with Vol.1 & then Cage by Tim Minchin being the start the power hours.

The next two being the power hours he would do after this song [Memento Mori & Charlie's Inferno-Will Wood & That Handsome Devil]. But those are the only songs he would reference in Nerd, leaving no more clues as to what the last one would be. The only thing left in it is the video game references & Stairway to Heaven in the ending. [Which oddly enough also fit the pattern in a way. StH being about dying and the afterlife like Memento Mori & Chonny's Inferno and the video game references being all covers he made on his old channel]

While the VG refs could be a hint at a Videogame or Toby Fox Power Hour, I think at most, if its a clue at all, hinting at the next thing he does is recovering old songs.

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Next, a couple of his songs reference his past stuff. Fine, I'm Fine has a good amount of lines that vaguely refer back to songs from the before [heres a post that goes more into it that's pretty cool!!]. And more importantly Dear Machine references Pocket, Dream (Outro from Calamity) & wings of wax. Pocket being later used in Nerd & the mention of Icarus coming back in Art. Not only that, but the voice in the very end Thermodynamic Lawyer is the exact same [if not very close to] voice filter/effect he uses in Dear Machine. Even down to the British accent he does in it. [Tho it is fairly normal for a music artist to reference their older songs in their music so it could be nothing]

Speaking of Dear Machine tho, quick thing to add about it is that it shows he not against covering his own songs. While yea technically its just a different version of Ode of the Cog, DM,HtC in a way counts as a cover of OotC. Same goes for bargaining/compromise & The Ballad of Dr. Jekyll.

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Another idea with a CJPH is that in the CJFS discord theres a "Question of the Day" Channel. Where, as the name says, a Mod or Helper will ask a CJ related question & everyone can give their idea/imput on it. For Day 100, as a special fun lil thing, they asked Chonny if he wanted to give a question for that day. His question being:

And yes he does say that he doesnt plan on doing anything like that in future [if he even were to do it]. I fully believe he wasn't lying there & honestly I never saw him redoing any song ever until I had the idea of a CJPH [aside from stuff like Spring and a Storm & Storm and a Spring obviously]. But this is the best idea I could ever see him doing that. Also that question was from early August so a fair amount of time has passed. Whether thats enough time to equal "at least in the near future at all" I have no clue, but it is a thought.

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One of my last points [that I remember atm lol] is on how he would end the power hours. Cos like, while yea he does whatever he wants & doesn't rlly follow what anyone says or asks [which I 100% agree with & is completely valid btw], I'd imagine he'd still want to end the PHs with a bang. Which is why I originally didnt think the recent one would be Will Wood.

He's stated a couple of time that hes one of his favorite artist & he definitely knows that a huge chunk of his fan base listen to WW as well. So why not end with that? Why not end with one of the most requested artist people wanted him to cover? Why wouldn't he end with a power hour of the artist that was his #1 on his Spotify Wrapped? What else could he do after that? Well maybe he'd go with his #2 artist? WHICH IS JUST HIMSELF BBYYYY

Plus, the name Power Hour already comes from this:

So it's very likely he's had himself play multiple times in a row & had a "Chonny Jash Power Hour".

Of course theories are just theories so there's always the chance I'm wrong & just insane. And again he does whatever he wants whenever he wants so who knows what it'll be. I just think id be an interesting idea for him to do.

As for how a Chonny Jash Power Hour would look? Maybe each song being a cover of a song from a past album or single? I'd imagine one from the before. & Covered in Discontent [maybe Gothic Whore?]. Like remake Pocket since its been referenced so much, tho that's still just a BDG cover so who knows. the before. would be interesting just to see how his perspective has changed since he originally wrote those songs. Gothic Whore he already has 2 songs that have a story version & a him version so I can see him doing another.

I HIGHLY doubt he'd do anything related to Vol.1 as its his completely separate thing & he doesn't rlly wanna touch any song that's TH/HMS related until whenever he feels like starting Vol.2 [which is valid lol]. If anything I could maybe see like TWWAY, Special or maybe Greener? Or go a different route with the og I'm Gonna Win or like a more outta the box one with like Just a Friend [only cos be did a 20 second "cover" of it in Mucka Blucka]. Again, I do not see him touching anything Vol.1 related but still something to entertain ig? [4th TME cover; The Chonny Electric when/j]

Tho maybe he'd just remake songs that he he fully made [like the before. or Gothic Whore], since those are more of actual Chonny Jash songs rather than the others just being covers. Would be very cool to maybe see a remake of some of his Majora's Mask song tho [no this isn't me coping over HEAL not being on spotify shush]. Or maybe he'd do songs from his old stuff like Don't Take it Personally? [also not me coping over wanting that song on Spotify too]

Idk these are just my thoughts on the idea of a CJPH [or even a Can of Soup Power Hour/j]. Either way I am gonna say idc what he'd do, BDG or Streetlight Manifesto are my other guesses, but anything he makes is always rll good & fun so I'll be interested to see whatever it is.

But ya know considering I typed all this out in the span of an hour & a half I kinda hope im not wrong PFFT

[socialc1imb]

What's johnny cash

LMAO you are so close. Chonny Jash is a youtuber and musician whom i love very dearly who has created a kind of story about three characters using covers of tally hall/miracle musical songs and it is. AMAZING. SO GOOD. i love it so much. Please listen to chonny jash on spotify. Ooohhh my gosh im sooooo normal about it.

[violentdevotion]

my personal ranking

i cant do rankings im too partial for that but my opinion on your opinions

jeff buckley sang like rent was due! if jeff buckley covered your song it's not your song anymore its his and also you're gonna think about it at sunrise for the rest of your life. he had to die before the indie folk girlie's (gn) entered the scene otherwise there'd be carnage.

I hadn't heard bettye lavettes cover before but I love it. I didnt think I would at first but I love what she did to the song. its really amazing when artists aren't afraid to play with the pacing or rhythm of a song they're covering especially in tandem with how she altered the lyrics too. cunt indeed.

i can believe we are augustine truly love and miss the mama in question but I hate what they did to the word me 1:19 seconds in. it's a good cover but it's just that. doesn't radicalise or change it much it's just a good cover ! no shame in that !!

bob dylan voice. godbless joan for being there, yes girl give us something !!!! also I like hearing the audience laugh, some soul. its also fun bc it's such a,,,, I don't wanna say sad but you know what I mean, nostalgic(?) melancholic (?) song it's fun to hear it more upbeat and tempo and hearing them have fun as they do it

bob dylan voice but he wrote the songs so whatever ig

rod was singing as if he was reading the lyrics on a scrap of paper as he went. boring. uninspired.

ITS THE VOWELS !!!! i love a good scouse accent. anyone who knows me knows I love a good fucking accent. you garble your vowels and i want you but not like this george!!!!! you know that annoying tiktok voice filter that warps your voice, george harrison luv.

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jack johnson - so embarrassing I actually dig it. i like how the guitar sounds. does it kinda sound like some guy at a party pulling out his guitar? yeah? and it's working on me, sorry. but then he starts singing smth else.

joan baez - godbless her. we need more women to cover it. the speed in which she sings it though.

johnny cash - 😔 idk why he started at the end and he changed colour of the sun caught flat to dark dark night. im not feeling it. just discarded the best parts of the song

ricky nelson- whatever

[a-wild-things-rambles]

umm word vomit and crazed analysis of johnny cash’s american recordings and what the songs mean to me. cw: my major issues with my father and in the last paragraph mentions of alcoholism and a mention of not eating/being able to eat, also no spellcheck

im currently listening to my folk/country playlist, and i forgot how much i love singing along w johnny cash, its instant gender euphoria because i can sing so low, and i always forget how much i love singing, like not just mumbling along, but fully standing properly and breathing properly and belting out the songs, it reminds me that im skilled at things, and i love my singing voice, and how it says so much about the music i love,

ive been listening to his cover of wayfaring stranger on loop, it reminds me of traveling with my father to see my nana after my grandfathers death. it also makes me think of journys, of returning home, its a common folk song to cover, and i love every one, but the best version to me is the firepitcolective, authough johnys is my favrout to sing along to.

johnny cash is an important artis to me, cash- american recordings, is one of my most integral albums, to who i am today, i listeded to woddie guthrie when i was even younger, but i could remeber cash, even now.

the beast in me is my fathers song, and now mine. i loved it, and sung along, but as i grew it gaind a reverence, i dared not sing it aloud, dare not seek it out, for it was a reminder of an open wound, and the dark refection in the mirror i wanted to avoid become at all costs.

drive on,,, is the first song i can remeber learning when i sat down with my guitar, with my fathers 'the little black book of johnny cash' that i stole from him, the courus i can play with my eyes closed, but i leave them open when i scream out the lyrics. its the first one i play when i open it, it speaks of loss and things not matering, people not understanding, to just shrug things off and 'drive on'

oh bury me not (introduction: a cowboys prayer) this taught me god. i will always say that i think my issues with the church stemed from this being my main expernce with god and belief. this is what it should be. its a prayer i direct to no god, but to the forces that exist. its,, pure. hopeful, abashed not ashamed. this is the good god. the god hidden far from churches. the holy in each of us. oh buery me not.. it haunts me i am the boy i am the digger i am the lone prarie.

bird on a wire,, 'i have tried in my way to be free' 'i have torn everyone who reaches out for me' i dont know if i can put how i feel into words. im crying now, its asking for forgivenss, its trying to eb free, its lashing out but trying not to. i cannot sing this withough a tremble. 'ill make it all up to thee' is,,, fuck its so mutch

let the train blow the whistle is the song i want playing at my funeral. its bittersweet, nostalgia, coming to terms, its the calm of acseptance

like a soilder,,, recover, looking back, the third bit "thee are nights" too "spoils of victory is you" its a prayer, and a memory, a the truth od me

an interlude here, cash iften talks of a 'you' this could be god or a lover. i always imagended it as my best friend. someone who loves me. they are all that matters now, not the faces i wish to forget. but my best friedn is now another face i wish to forget. i cannot continue this thought. im sorry

redemtion is similar to a cowboys prayer. it has much god and i like it despite. its fire and brimstone. i whould love to sing it in a churh. but it holds nothing i can lable. just nebulus meanings, i feel i may have stripped it of meaning. i may have

thirteen. i have known id have to talk about this, but my bracing isent enough. it is insepertable from me sitting on the floor i slept on in my fathers house, listing to it on loop and weaping, an empty stomach clouding my thoughts, as my father drank himself away downstairs. it holds the tragedy of my youth. thirteen is probrably the song thet means the most. no thats not quite the right word. it holds the most meaning, associations and history. its painfull. if i listed issues i associated with it i whold never stop "never had me a name, they just gave me the number when i was young" alenation. and later transsnes. my disconect "born to bring toruble to wherever im at" i am a curse upon my family, upon my friends. the first tatoo i wanted was a number 13 tatooed on my neck. i still think of getting it. "long line of heartache i carry it well" i was always told i managed well "list of lives ive broken reach from here to hell" "i pray you dont look at me i pray i dont look back" i dont know what to write anymore. thank you for reading. im sorry.

[twopoppies]

hi, sorry if this comes accross bad or anything but no hate, im just curious as to why most larries seem to believe that carolina wasnt about his one night stand with townes and tend to say it was abt cocaine? i know this is controversial since im bringing up drug as a subject but i just want to know why does it seem more okay to believe that it was abt drugs instead of him shagging girl? thanks, have a nice day.

I don’t think the issue is that it’s “more okay” to believe a over b, it’s just clear that the song isn’t about a girl he hooked up with and that story was an attempt at pushing a narrative. The whole roll out of the Townes story was so ham-fisted and obviously PR. Fans clearly hated the idea and it disappeared as soon as it started. This old post breaks it down very well (laugh with me about the OP and how she used to love and defend Harry so much).

It’s been mentioned by many that the song may be an allusion to cocaine, in the vein of Tom Petty’s “Mary Jane’s Last Dance” (the allusion to marijuana in the guise of a song to a girl, the fact that the song starts “she grew up in an Indiana town,” the lyrics, “last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain,”)(this post: https://lousmymind.tumblr.com/post/160771026510/carolina), and Johnny Cash’s song “Cocaine Blues.”

Most of all, others have noticed “Carolina”’s allusion to the Townes van Zandt song, “Two Girls,” with these lyrics:

Carolina: Townes, better swim before you drown

Two Girls: You got to swim before you fly

Van Zandt was known to sing/ write songs about cocaine. In fact, “Two Girls” first appears on the album, “Live at the Old Quarter, Houston, Texas,” in which he covered “Cocaine Blues” (1977).

“Carolina”’s lyrics describe a girl, or a thing, that is effortlessly wonderful and universally coveted. She’s welcomed at every party. She’s such a stimulant that no alcohol can sink her (as a stimulant, cocaine has the opposite effect as alcohol, a depressant). She’s addictive after one encounter– she’s all he thinks about.

The specific details of the song (the title reflecting her origin) certainly dovetail with the promo story. Harry could very well have been inspired by meeting Townes Adair Jones once. The glitch/ ick factor in the promo was that Townes was 17, and underage according to California state law (and Harry wasn’t), when they supposedly had their blind date.

The more glaring glitch is the photograph from album booklet, showing the lyrics to “Carolina,” in which Harry not only printed “TOWN” in bold, but also underlined it twice.

He was so inspired by a girl that he wrote a song about her, but couldn’t remember her name?

The other ick factor is that Townes Adair Jones appears to have an Azoff family connection– she’s friends with Cam Azoff. After that fact was exposed, the promo story was viewed as a ham-fisted way of diverting from the song’s allusions to cocaine, as well as giving publicity to someone who wants the fame.

“But she’s a private person.”

Would Harry, who vigorously steers lyric discussions away from specific people and circumstances, decide that in this one song, it was okay to out the girl he dated, her name and her home state, inviting the public’s scrutiny, without telling her? And she happens to be the family friend of someone who who does PR for a living? Of course not. She knows and she knew.

[loth-wolffe]

You ever heard the song "you are my sunshine?" The angst of Clone and Jedi lovers, I'm crying

BY JOHNNY CASH?????????? because it is I ABSOLUTELY HAVE AND ANON OMG.

it's one of my favest johnny cash songs and i just. i never thought about it between clone and jedi lovers but dude some galaxy brain here!!

i couldn't resist so i wrote a tiny piece based on it because im mean and you sent this ask to me which makes me teary and my heart full so. a this is a lil gift to you<3 (sorry it's so angsty u literally asked for it)

ALSO. I've heard a few people get mad when it's the sort of 'with ur fave clone fic' bc "you're taking their individuality away and u don't give them their place" and all. and i thought of rex while writing but you can think of whoever you like. not because they're the same, but because I think this scenario can be for everyone. just like the word you can be applied to millions when reading a fic, i guess him can be also applied to any clone without taking their nor our individuality away. still. if you don't like it don't read and that's cool too.

sad times under the cut

waking up was always the hardest part of it all, his hand always tried to reach out for you, but he could never find you, the cold spot where you used to lay always greets him.

it's always like this now. his new normal. without you.

sometimes he pretends you're there and tries to nuzzle into your warmth, tries to find the smell of your shampoo on the pillow and the lingering warmth of your body in the covers.

he never finds you, even when his mind plays him tricks and he dreams about that exact moment of you cuddled in his arms and his cheek on your head, and you give him a sleepy smile and kiss his lips.

he misses you.

mostly when he watches you walk through the halls, sometimes towards the bridge, or the mess hall, or the medbay.

it's hard when he sees the blue picture of you during transmission, talking to his general with and never to him, your eyes doesn't even spare him a glance and it breaks his heart ever so slowly, so softly, so quietly it's until he has to sleep that the lump in his throat tightens so that he can't breath.

life feels gray when you painted it with your colors, bright shades of yellows and pinks and blues and you, and when you left you took your colors too, his surroundings –no, his heart,– going back to the same shade than before meeting you, a cold gray, a few shades close to white, one that reminded him of the shuttles, and blasters. that was like dust and clouds.

clouds, for his days became less bright each day, for you were the sunshine that always cleared the sky. him a lost flower that flourished with your arrival.

he still waits for you.

he loves you still. he always has, he supposes, since he saw you, with your dirty robes and your face covered in smoke, lightsaber hold so tightly one would thought it might snap in half, your eyes fierce, unyielding, ready for a fight, to survive and make sure he survived too.

even when he remembers your teary eyes, puffy and bit red, your broken voice telling him you "can't keep doing this –not like this." not with secrets, not with worry. not when your rank is higher and not when there's so much to lose.

you could lose him, you had said, and that was what scared you the most.

"if someone finds out–"

"no one will." he interrupted. his last resource was to beg you, to plead you to stay. he has never been one to feel desperate and hopeless, but with the conviction in your eyes, he knew it was a fight he lost even before he knew it had begun.

"I'm not willing to risk that."

he knew the consequences since the beginning, but how foolish it was for him to think it would be enough to love you.

it wasn't, he should've known. in the middle of war, love is never enough. so you broke his heart instead.

[jacnaylor]

a list of cover songs that are actually good (i've probably forgotten loads because this is just off the top of my head. also now im thinking i should do a worst covers list as well lmao)

hurt by johnny cash (i mean lets just get this out the way first since it's one of the greatest covers of all time. originally by nine inch nails)

running up that hill by placebo (originally by kate bush)

zombie by bad wolves (originally by the cranberries. one of the most iconic and incredible rock/protest songs. in my opinion nothing can ever match dolores's voice however this one does something new and was endorsed by dolores before her death - she was going to work on the song herself actually. i have heard so many shitty covers of this song i must know what im on about by now. like you can't touch this song but this one is like actually pretty good and you should only ever hear these two versions. the others just don't GET IT. also the vid for this cover will make u cry)

the sound of silence by disturbed (originally by simon and garfunkel. thank god they reminded us to do something different with a cover)

i believe in a thing called love by delta goodrem (originally by the darkness. right look DELTA GOODREM IS SO UNDERRATED. the only valid 'soft piano cover version' because she goes off at the end and also she's just generally incredible. can't wait to get married and play this at my wedding frankly. when the bell goes off in the last chorus i mean HELLO)

hallelujah by brandi carlisle (yes, that hallelujah. how come i hear so many boring (white man) covers of this song and no one talks about what is, in my opinion, the best cover of this song? the raw emotion! i don't need to hear any more covers of this song in my life time, but this one can stay. oh original by leonard cohen too i guess)

basket case by alanis morisette (originally by greenday. alanis stepped in for the band last minute when billy joe was struggling and she decided not to sing her own music but to sing this and to dedicate it to him. also thanks to this list i found out she did a ballad cover of my humps by the black eyed peas which is quite frankly a genius move)

i will always love you by whitney houston (originally by dolly parton. im mostly putting this on here because people forget that this is a dolly parton song. and i love dolly parton. LOVE her. but i also love the whitney version i just can't help it. i know this is a cliche one but you know what? idc)

tiny dancer by florence and the machine and stand by me by florence and the machine. oh also halo (by elton john and ben e king and then beyonce. how can this woman take some of the most romantic songs of all time and make them so beautifully and incredibly. she's a genius who's never had a bad song and can cover whatever she likes.)

don't let me down by dana fuchs (originally by the beatles. right SO GO AND WATCH THE MOVIE ACROSS THE UNIVERSE aka the beatles jukebox musical that this cover is from because every song in it is a good cover and i mean every single song.)

valerie by amy winehouse (originally by the zutons. i need to know if y'all non british people go absolutely mental when this comes on in a club or if that's just a british thing)

that time adele did the rap from monster on car pool kareoke

little mix covering anything. ok so to narrow it down go for like, cannonball or some of the katy perry covers, or their cover of falling. but basically they always get set cover challenges in interviews etc because they're known for always being able to cover songs and do them amazing every time. i just watched A 12 MINUTE COMPILATION VIDEO of them doing covers and every single one of them was a banger they have quite literally never done a bad cover and these girls have covered everything

[fiisheyes]

the uh get to know me tag thing except i didnt reblog from the long ass chain

@stinkygeorge4 tagged me hii

Name/Nickname: fiona?? u can call me fi or fish but neone who says fifi will be set aflame

Gender: hahaha ha ,,, , uh she/they pronouns

Star Sign: caprisun (cancer moon, n aqua asc)

Height: 5′4

Time: 11:11 am

Birthday: 12/27 guess who can now legally screw and marry an 80yr old man in the state of michigan?? ??

Favorite Bands: uh ,,, lush ,, , , honesty i dont rly have favs i listen around

Favorite Solo Artists: al green. johnny cash. i dont fucking know

Song Stuck In My Head: im listening to music so nothings stuck in there but im listening to superfly (curtis mayfield)

Last Movie: omfg it was supersonic

Last Show: forensic files (i Swear im not a true crime person)

When Did I Create This Blog: like ,, this june

What I Post: ???? stupid thoughts, music and astrology reblogs??

Last Thing I Googled: mary shelley

Other blogs: nah lol

Following: 430

Followers: 83

Average hours of sleep: fuck idk its like 8 or smth not that bad

Lucky number: 7

Instruments: i used to play ukelele and flute. i hated them both uh now i just  have my voice and ig guitar (havent finished wonderwall yet)

What I Am Wearing: pink pajajam pants, paint covered science fair shirt and my beloved hoodie

Dream Job: something weird and interesting i guess ,, ,

Dream Trip: i used to go on roadtrips with my dad to random towns in west virgina, pennsyvania, n oh*o. wed check out the weird shit there and listen to music it was great

Favorite Food: no favorites uh tiramisu is pretty hella tho

Nationality: american

Favorite Song: idk but ive had night fever by beegees on repeat for some fucking reason the last couple days

Last Book I Read: uhhh patti smiths memior

Top 3 Fictional Universes I’d Like To Live In: uh. uhhh idk in ode to my middle school self lets say #1 is the lunar chronicles. past that i dont fucking know i havent been invested in a fictional universe that i actually wanted to live in for awhile 

do this whether u want to or not no more “if u want to <3″ You Must @chargerlive @bullyingblur @catnip-for-girls @stxrshxpxd @londonlovesgraham  uhh @marsthegoddess @mylegendarygirlfriend

[needsxtraaction]

music

The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot - Brand New

ebony bones - i see i say

Stealing Sheep - Rearrange

ebony bones - oh promised land

Shape of U by Ehd Sheern vs. Dwn with the Sickness by Dsturbed.

Sufjans Stevens - Wallowa Lake Monster

asthmatickitty - my brightest diamond  - pressure

asthmatickitty - my brightest diamond  - this is my hand

La Dispute | All Our Bruised Bodies And The Whole Heart Shrinks

Gregory Alan Isakov | She Always Takes It Black

The Growlers | Old 8 Legs

Karen O | Rapt

Shakey Graves | Hard Wired

Hornet Leg | We’re So Ugly

The Cinematic Orchestra | To Build A Home

Angel Olsen | Tiniest Seed

Patsy Cline | Walkin' After Midnight

Cotton Jones | Blood Red Sentimental Blues

Johnny Cash | She Used to Love Me A Lot

The Shirelles | Mamma Said

warm foothills - alt - j

Johnny Cash | Sunday Morning Coming Down

The White Stripes | Jolene

Johnny Cash & Bob Dylan | One Too Many Mornings

Bob Dylan | The Times They Are a-Changin’

Billie Holiday | The Man I Love

Leonard Cohen | Chelsea Hotel #2

Marilyn Monroe | I Wanna Be Loved By You

suzanne - lenord cohen

Mazzy Star | Blue Flower

this Is The Kit | Two Wooden Spoons

The Internet | Special Affair

Lana Del Rey | Brooklyn Baby

The Velvet Underground | Run Run Run

Modest Mouse | Styrofoam Boots / It’s All Nice On Ice, Alright

Cat Power | Dreams

Lykke Li | Little Bit

Air | Playground Love

Bob Dylan | One Too Many Mornings

Mac Demarco | Baby’s Wearing Blue Jeans

The Strokes | Call It Fate, Call It Karma

Angel Olsen | Lonely Universe

All i need - radiohead

Al Green | Simply Beautiful

The Growlers | Sunset Girl

Tabitha and I covered Always It’s You by The Everly Brothers

Hozier | Sweet Thing (Van Morrison cover)

The Shivers | Beauty

All i wanna do - beach boys

Lana Del Rey | The Blackest Day

Roy Orbison | Blue Angel 

Nancy Sinatra | Bang Bang Ariel Pink | Baby

Unknown Mortal Orchestra’s acoustic cover of the Dirty Projector’s “Swing Lo Magellan”

Hank Williams | Cold, Cold Heart

Rosie & the Originals | Angel Baby

Angel Olsen | Windows

Buddy Holly | Dearest

The right to love you - the mighty hannibal -

Sam Cooke | Bring It On Home To Me

Julie London | Cry Me a River

Neil Young | Harvest Moon

The Stooges | I Wanna Be Your Dog

Bob Dylan | Boots Of Spanish Leather

Bob Dylan | Girl From The North Country 

Frank Ocean | Godspeed

Smokey Robinson & The Miracles | You Really Got A Hold On Me

Leonard Cohen | Bird On The Wire

Fleetwood Mac | Silver Springs

Karen O | Rapt

The Beach Boys | Don’t Talk (Put Your Head On My Shoulder)

Baseball (single)  by Major Parkinson

The Blood Brothers - "Love Rhymes with Hideous Car Wreck"

Jinsang - Gone

Too Late !Lido, Canblaster

Gorillaz | Revolving Doors

fireflies - chris garneau

Calvin Harris - Pray to God (feat. HAIM)

piano - louie zong

please please please let me get what i want - the smiths

WIP Church, mass, and volume - venus fm

if im to die - keaton henson

take me to church - ellie goulding

Harvest Moon - Mree

Johnny Flynn - The Wrote & The Writ 

Older Brother - Pepper Rabbit

lost kitten // metric

campus // vampire weekend

forrest gump // frank ocean

world spins madly on // the weepies

seventeen years // ratatat

always i will miss you. always you. // bike for three!

thinking about you // frank ocean

ahh… men // say anything

Ghost town - first aid kit - the big black and the blue

Bob Dylan | Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right

[virtutiae]

⌠ RUDY PANKOW, 23, CISMALE, HE/HIM⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, ALEXANDER MUELLER! according to their records, they’re a THIRD year, specializing in “MACGYVER” SURVIVAL SKILLS & NAVIGATION + COVERT OPERATIONS; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of ( chunky gold rings adorning their fingers, mess of blond hair, confident steps and fake smiles ). when it’s the (leo)’s birthday on 7/27/1997, they always request their BACON CHEESEBURGER & FRIES from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation.

hello everyone! i’m yadira, i used to play a bunch of characters but i sucked at time management so i had to leave, but i’m back! this is alex, he is a character i thought about one night when i couldn’t sleep. it’ll be obvious what my main inspo was, but i hope y’all like him. feel free to message me on discord or im me for plots, i will try my best.

STATISTICS

FULL NAME: ALEXANDER ‘ALEX’ MUELLER

AGE: Twenty-Three

DATE OF BIRTH: July 27,1997

PLACE OF BIRTH: Las Vegas, Nevada

GENDER: Cisgender Male

PRONOUNS: He/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Doesn’t know / anything that breathes

RELIGION: Agnostic

ATTRIBUTES

HEIGHT: 5'11

WEIGHT: 165 lbs

HAIR COLOUR: Blond

EYE COLOUR: Blue

TATTOOS: None

PIERCINGS: None

SCARS: Small scar on his knee from being a child

BODY TYPE: Athletic

PHYSICAL HEALTH: Healthy

             alexander mueller was born to two loving parents , who just so happened to be con artists. he was born in las vegas where his parents made most of their cons to gamblers , but moved around various states when he was born evading the authorities. however, without his father’s knowledge his mother got into trouble with the authorities where she attempted to evade them but was killed when alex was only about one. his father had made alex and himself passports and moved permanently to belgium where he began to construct ‘ the big plan ‘. his father never actually told him what the big plan was , until much later. 

                 their life in belgium wasn’t anything extra ordinary , his dad was pulling in money by conning and began to teach alex how to fake cashier’s checks and other things at a very young age. after all , no one suspects a child of forgery. alex went to regular public school , but was a very fast learner , but was kind of lazy.  when he was about six he could remember weird people coming and going from their small home , they were always nice to him but he got curious.  he was pretty handy with a bobby pin ( you would think that a con artist would be handier ) but alex finally got to see the beginnings of the big plan and he was all in , but his dad didn’t know.

               alex was well liked in the city he lived in , he fit right in as a child , but as he started to grow up and began to get more involved with his father’s plan he began to rebel more. his father would play the honorable father who would pretend to discipline alex but pretty much let him roam free. alex even formed a band with a couple of people from his school when he was about fourteen , they were pretty well known around belgium and had a few international listeners. ( their best hit was a cover was baby one more time by bowling for soup , if you know you know ) 

                 the big plan was to rob the federal reserve of belgium ( can you tell where i got my inspo ? ). this plan was to take place when alex was 20 , alex was to attend college for about two years , get an internship at the reserve to see its inner workings. which he accomplished , his father made sure to finally include alex in the inner workings as young as 14 so he could keep his grades up but not drive too much attention to his name --- despite his growing ‘ fame ‘ because of his band which he named something angsty like cool strife or something like that. 

                  the heist started on a wednesday morning , his father didn’t want to deal with a large number of people.  his father also didn’t let anyone know alex was his father --- for his safety and assigned everyone roman gods and goddess names his own being jupiter and alex’s being mercury. things went smoothly and not so smoothly , but they all managed to get out relatively safely with millions of dollars split between the six of them and they left to different parts of the world. alex and his father ended up in argentina and they were there for a couple of months before alex got cocky and interpol began to track him having comprised a timeline of the happenings , too many coinsedences. as soon as alex began to feel watched , he hid the money in the dark of night and was arrested that night and much to his surprise his father had already escaped.

                   alex was ‘ questioned ‘ for several days straight , but the united states wanted to take him to trial in the states because he is a us citizen.  he was tried and found guilty of too many charges to count. before being taken to folsom state prison he was approached by an agent , a recruiter for blackthorne heavily impressed with his skills --- they had been watching the heist from his father’s monitors.  alex called bullshit and literally spit in their face enraged at the offer from any form of authority.  however , folsom was not kind to him and he only lasted a month before using his one call a month to contact the agent once more and he finally went to blackthorne --- and hated it. 

quick facts:

he’s a leo --- do i need to say more? he’s actually really chill , but is also a little shit raised by a con artist so he knows how to please people.

loves to sing a little too loudly in the shower and play air guitar.

has new found respect for johnny cash since his stint in folsom.

he has major hoe vibez, i feel it

has a very quick mind, almost has eidetic memory but also forgets to take his daily vitamins do i don’t know how that would work

he’s not mad at his dad, he loves him with all his heart, has no problems with loving people --- he just doesn’t want to, he thinks he’s too young

but also has commitment issues and an identity crisis almost every month.

the heist he was involved in and his capture was really big internationally and only relatively big in the u.s so someone is bound to recognize him

connections:

someone who knows him from the germany area or outide , he did travel a lot before he hit 20

someone ( an encryption major ) who he is using to try and find his dad

fwb

someone’s parent / alumni who helped in his capture

someone who befriends him trying to get some of the money he hid

someone who listened to his music / went to one of his shows

blackthorne best bud

gallagher best bud

[nic-214]

Maylor: Pretty Boy (1)

Brian blushes darkly his eyes on Roger Taylor the most popular boy in the whole fucking school. He had a string of girls following after him, as they pass by one of the girls a brunet with pink streaks bumps into him making him knock into the lockers, "Watch it crater face."

Brian touches his acne ridden face and he looks away, "It's not that m-many."

Freddie slowly comes to his side, "Bri?"

"Is it that noticeable?"

"What?" Freddie asks.

"My acne." Brian spat a little because of his braces.

Freddie squints and looks at his face closely, "You have more freckles than anything."

Brian fixes his bun and sighs sadly, "I wish I was like Roger."

"Who would want to be him? He fucked the principal's daughter! Vandalized lockers! Cheats on tests!"

They didn't realize Roger was looking over at them a smirk on his face. He walks himself back over, "Look at me as I say this curly,"

Brian kept his eyes to the ground clutching his books tightly in his thin arms. He could smell Roger's cologne, it made him smell heavenly.

"You can't be like me. You're too much of a softie.''

"How!"

"You cried when the classroom snake died!" Roger tells him laughing, "You're a cry baby."

Freddie pushes Roger back from Brian, "Stay away from him or I'll let all of Eastwood know your secret."

Roger growls, "You wouldn't dare."

"One more bullying incident and the video is leaked." Freddie warns.

Roger hisses and stomps off like a pissed off cat, "What secret?" Brian asks as the two walk to lunch.

Freddie leans in real close Brian could feel his hot breath tickle his ear, "This college senior, John last name starts with an L, he fucked Roger, okay? And he filmed it and give me the link. I've being using it as blackmail against Roger the entire time, I'm untouchable."

Brian shivers and picks at a zit on his chin, "That's wrong."

"Do you want the link?"

Brian pauses he felt something tingle and he looks to his older friend. It would be nice to humiliate Roger for a bit to let him know the video is being shared around, "I want it." he promises to himself not to send it to anyone else, that it will be just for blackmail purposes he won't even watch it.

"Good boy." Freddie says wiping out his phone.

...

Roger stands in front of Ms. Green the new English teacher she's young fresh out of college teacher,

"Well, Ms. Green do I still have detention now?" he didn't mean to throw the dictionary at Paul Prenter but he's too stupid to duck. A kid did yell out duck and Paul asked where so that was his own fault.

Ms. Green is pressed against her desk panting she shakes her head and blushes as Roger fixes the buttons on her blouse, "Y-You may go, Mr. Taylor."

Roger winks at her, "See you Friday." he licks his lips and leaves. Once he made sure she couldn't see him, the blond took a mad dash into the bathroom, "Disgusting." he spits into the trashcan and rises his mouth with the tap water.

"Not doing that again." Roger huffs drying his face off.

"Hey, R-Roger."

It was that Richard kid, he typically ran errands for the Pauls, or that George kid, sometimes he even worked for Lennon.

"What, Dickie." Roger says pushing away from the sink and strolling to him.

Richard exits the men's room and so does Roger, Paul McCartney was waiting out there he was Lennon's current boyfriend along with the two Asian girlfriends Lennon was screwing.

Roger stands their confused, "May I help you two?"

"Paul wanted you." Richard tells him.

"And he couldn't of stepped in there with me why?"

"They're gross." Paul pipes in, "Now that curly and the Muslim kid he hangs out with,"

"Sir, Fred's not Mus-"

Paul snaps his fingers, "Sit, Richard."

Richard sits down his face flush with humiliation, "Now as I was saying before the dumbass got in the way curly and the Muslim kid are starting to get too nosy with you and the scandal you caused."

"John fucking me?" Roger whispers.

"Yes.. Yes..." Paul says snapping his fingers again to Richard.

The boy hands Paul his phone, "I know a way for you to get even with the Muslim kid and curly in involves the upcoming prom. Make them wish they never got involved, got it?"

"What's in it for me?" Roger asks.

"560£." Paul tells him, "All cash."

Roger lowers his head, "What do I have to do?"

"Well you have too," Paul leans in and whispers in his ear.

...

Two weeks later, Freddie is getting Brian ready for the dance once the final touches were done Brian asks, "Well how do I look?"



"Stunning." Freddie says clapping his hands.

"How do I look?" Freddie asks doing a little twirl for him.



"Very gorgeous." Brian says fixing his corsage, "If you were my type I would totally shower you with love and affection right now."

Freddie giggles pulling his closest friend into a tight bear hug, Brian snuggles into his neck he felt safe and the faint scent of his perfume was calming, "Are you ready?"

Brian nods grinning ear to ear this was the first prom he's ever gone to and it made him so happy. This is the most attention he's ever received, his parents practically forgot they had a son so interactions basically were yelling that he forgot to do a chore or for them to sign something for him.

Freddie kisses his forehead, "Come lets get to you car and go."

Brian nods and gets into his car, he drives to prom with Freddie good god he felt so nervous and sick. Freddie gives him a reassuring smile, "Hey don't worry. It'll be great, I even invited Deacon to come along!"

"John Deacon? Son to the priest guy? Good luck getting into John's pants tonight."

Freddie waves his hand knocking his handbag onto the floorboard, "I can get into anyone's pants. Just you wait."

Brian laughs rolling his eyes, "Don't be such a perv, Fred."

Freddie laughs picking up his bag, "Don't worry. I want to wait until he's legal."

Brian nods, "Waiting is good. "

They pull into the school parking lot and Brian felt his nerves get all jumbled. He let Freddie lead the way he freezes spotting Roger Taylor, he looked so hot.



Brian felt his mouth water, "D-Damn he cleans up well."

"Yeah but he doesn't know how to dress formal." Freddie chuckles going over to his Johnny.

Brian blushes darkly as Roger walks over. Roger looks down at his hand, squints then looks to Brian, "Hello, Brian. Care to dance?" there was a tone in his voice that made him feel weak.

"Y-Yeah." Brian takes Roger's hand as he leads him to the dance floor.

A group of girls glare at Brian as he's pulled along and he shudders a little. He feels bad for the girls they probably waited the whole school term to dance with him and here comes a ugly ass nerd getting their only chance.

It was like Roger can read his mind, "Don't think about them. You're my only right now. Let me focus on your beauty."

Brian nearly faints he's never been talked to like this before. He takes his time dancing with Roger even as he steps on the poor boy's feet, "It's okay." Roger says, "I wasn't good either when I first started. Hell Im still not that good."

Roger was amazing at dancing it put Brian to shame.

They finished dancing and got to talking more at their table. Soon the prom king and queen voting cards were passed around. Brian knew he wouldn't win that's a fantasy, some cliche fanfiction but he couldn't help but dream of the crown on his hand and the warmth of Roger holding his waist. He was snapped out of his daydream by him and Roger being announced as the prom kings a first for their school.

He smiles at the crowd as they clap for them. He holds the flowers close to him he saw Freddie giving him the thumbs up as John beams at him. This was the best night of his life, he would never forget it.

Roger kisses him on the stage and Brian melts into his arms. They are taken off the stage quickly after that, Roger keeps snogging him in the back of the room, he grabs Brian's ass making the boy blush darkly.

"You're still a virgin aren't ya?" Roger asks nipping at his neck.

Brian grips onto his bicep and pants, "Y-Yeah." he didn't really know why Roger brought that up.

"Why don't we have some fun?" Roger asks teasingly.

Brian finally realizes what Roger meant. And thought back to Freddie he did sleep with Paul Prenter before, he decided to go with it.

Roger takes his wrist and leads him out of the gym and into the empty science classroom, "Get undressed, baby." he licks his lips eyeing him through his sunglasses.

"R-Right here?" Brian asks shyly.

Roger started to feel like shit. He was truly falling for Brian and that dorky smile of his with those big blue braces he couldn't go on with the prank, "No, I want your first time in my house."

Roger rushes him out and drives to Brian's place with the guide of Brian. He presses Brian against the close door and kisses him, "Your love is with more than any money anyone could give me. I love you.''

Brian blushes darkly his whole face redder than a fire truck, he was feeling so many new things it was all a rush, "I-I love you too."

They rush to Brian's room where Roger undresses quickly leaving him in his briefs, Roger lays him on the bed he wanted to chuckle at how dorky Brian's room was but he felt like he shouldn't this is what made his Brian, his Brian. Roger kisses him again undressing him slowly pressing heated kisses throughout his bare body, "Can I take these off?" Roger asks thumbing the waistband of Brian's Star Trek theme boxers.

Brian covers his face embarrassed, "Y-Yes." if he would of know he was going to score tonight he would of gone with a plain pair.

Roger uncovers him he smiles softly, "You're beautiful, Brian. Truly a beauty."

Brian blushes darkly he felt his arousal grow more and a needy whine leaves his lips, "R-Roggie.~"

Roger pulls a travel size bottle of lube from his jacket pocket on the floor, "Hold on. Let me prep you."

"W-What should I do?" Brian asks.

"Spread your legs apart." Roger instructs him, "And let me do the work."

Brian does as told gripping onto his pillow tightly as Roger presses a finger into his tight heat. The curly haired boy tosses his head back and groans. It hurt badly, it stung, it felt so uncomfortable. He waited until Roger was trying to scissor him that he couldn't take it anymore, "S-Stop, Roger."

Roger stops, "Want me to remove my fingers?"

Brian nods and sniffles, "S-Sorry for ruining our night."

"You weren't ready and that's totally fine." Roger says cleaning him up gingerly, ''I can wait for it."

Brian snuggles into his chest letting himself be held in Roger's strong arms, "Thank you for being understanding."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Roger tells him kissing his head holding him close and loving on him.

Little did Roger know is Paul carried on the plan and got all the footage he needed to blackmail Brian and Freddie, next week at school will be hell for them.

[szappan]

tag time, thank you!

 Hello, I hope you’re all having a nice day. The things I was tagged in have clumped up so I thought I could just do them all now. Thank you to everyone who tagged me!!!

1. Diana @britneyshakespeare (thank you so much!!)

Rules: tag people you’d like to get to know better! (reading this i felt like one of those crying cats, im so honoured seriously thank you)

Top 10 songs I can’t stop listening to: this is actually very well-timed because i can actually name these and also @sastrugie tagged me in a similar one, thank you:

You Ain’t Going Nowhere - Bob Dylan

Atlantis - Donovan

All La Glory - The Band

Moondance - Van Morrison

Šlechtici - Golden Kids

Not Enough - FUR

Leave Her, Johnny - George Sneez

Be Bop A Lula - Gene Vincent

Series Of Dreams - Bob Dylan

Márti Dala - Pásztor Anna & Kiss Tibi

Favorite color(s): all but orange on its own. orange paired with something else is fine. it’s amazing if it’s obnoxious.

Favorite ships: two white cats they’re husband and wife, the coconut lorikeets in denver zoo and merthur

Lipstick or chapstick: neh

Last Movie: my brother and i watched Thor: Ragnarök again last week, I think that was it. I’ve been really trying to watch more movies lately, especially considering how it’s the primary art source of the era (not really but it is kinda.. what)

Currently Reading: Winnie the Pooh

i’ll tag everyone at the end of this, thank you!

2. thank you @smittyjaws and @savoy-brown-shoe for this tag from ages ago!

the point is that i shuffle my music library and list the first ten that come up

 A 67-es Út - Republic

Death Of A Clowd - The Kinks (look at this babie)

Feel A Whole Lot Better - Tom Petty

Somebody To Love - Queen 

Paintbox - Pink Floyd

Piano Concerto No. 1 - Tchaikovsky

No Time To Think - Bob Dylan

The Diary Of Horace Wimp - ELO

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down - The Band

Oh! Darling - The Beatles

thank u!

3. thank you @thenesmith for this here very 7 questions tag! i love the format you did this in by the way and also @britneyshakespeare too!!

Relationship status: i’m not in a romantic relationship with anyone

Favourite colour: see above but i also realized that i really like that blue that my corduroy shirt is, it’s like light but strong and muted at the same time

Lipstick or chapstick?: no thank you

Top three ships: yuh

Last song I listened to: I’m listening to Help! by the Beatles, thank you youtube autoplay

Spell out your name with song titles: W - Wonderboy - The Kinks I - I Love My Shirt - Donovan L - Lod’ Do Neznáma - Tublatanka E - Everyday - Buddy Holly S - Summer ‘68- Pink Floyd 

4. Thank you, Diana @britneyshakespeare yet again!

15 questions, 15 mutuals

Are you named after someone? I am not.

When was the last time you cried? Two days ago on the way home on the bus because I was thinking of a song that made me cry

Do you have kids? no thankfully

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I try not to

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Well, I guess at first glance I see how they look, but behaviour-vise I tend to notice how aware they are of their surroundings

What’s your eye colour? You know that post telling hazel-eyed people to shut up? Brownish-green. Totally green if the lights are right. Totally brown when the lights are not right etc

Scary movie or happy ending? Both can be good, especially combined

Any special talents? I can bend my left thumb in a way that it looks like my hand is broken

Where were you born? Right in the middle of Budapest in a hospital

What are your hobbies? Reading, drawing whatever i can, i guess music, ruining various pieces of clothing with various techniques, putting whatever spices i see in whatever dish i’m making, being gentle with my cat

Do you have any pets? cat

What sport do you/have you played? I used to swim a lot, even tried synchronized swimming for a year or two, then gymnastics when I was littol, then I took up karate and broke my arm three months in so I quit, I tried ballet too this year but that’s over now and I also did yoga for a few months so yeah these are the official ones

How tall are you? 5′4″? 164 cm?

Favourite subject in school? I don’t dislike any of them. I like English a lot tho

Dream job? shepherd. but a lot of people told me that i have potential to better the world and i want to do that too somehow but also if i could just focus on getting through each day not by making money but by making bread or yes, herding sheep, i would do that too.

thank you!!

5. thank you @thenesmith again! this is to post gifs of my top 5 favourite movies. (currently)

1. Spider-man: Homecoming

2. The Road To El Dorado

3. Labyrinth

4. The Rutles - All You Need Is Cash

5. idk Back to the Future

wuh

6. thank you, @siliconpine!

20 songs tag game

A song you like with a color in the title || Crimson and Clover - Tommy James & The Shondells

A song you like with a number in the title || Fourth Time Around - Bob Dylan

A song that reminds you of summertime || Mary Jane’s Last Dance - Tom Petty (obvi)

A song that reminds you of someone you’d rather forget || i dont think theres a song such as this because i dont like forgetting people

A song that needs to be played LOUD || Birthday - The Beatles

A song that makes you wanna dance || anything pink floyd because i came to the conclusion that you cant dance to pink floyd so i always want to prove myself wrong

A song that makes you happy || Happiness Runs - Donovan

A song that you never get tired of || Ophelia - The Band

A song that you would love played at your wedding || Light A Roman Candle With Me - fun.

A song that is a cover by another artist || Dream A Little Dream Of Me - The Mamas & the Papas

A song that you have sung as a duet at karaoke || none sadly

A song that makes you think about life ||  It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding) - Bob Dylan

A favorite song with a person’s name in the title || Maxine - Traveling Wilburys

A song that you think everybody should listen to || It’s Nice To Be Nice - Pugwash

A song by a band you wish were still together || See My Friends - The Kinks

A song by an artist no longer living || Rock & Roll Suicide - David Bowie

A song that makes you want to fall in love || I Got You Babe - Sonny and Cher

A song that breaks your heart || You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go - Bob Dylan

A song that you remember from your childhood || Egy bogár - Cseh Tamás

A song that reminds you of yourself || Friends To Go - Paul McCartney

thank you so much!

7. again by @siliconpine!! thank you so much

A This or That Tag Game

Honey and lemon or milk and sugar // musicals or plays // lemonade or iced tea // strawberries or raspberries // winter or summer // beaches or forests // diners or cafés // unicorns or dragons // gemstones or crystals // hummingbirds or owls // fireworks or sparklers // brunch or happy hour what // sweet or sour no // Rome or Amsterdam // classic or modern art // sushi or ramen// sun or moon // polka dots or stripes // macaroons or croissants// glitter or matte // Degas or Seurat  // aquariums or planetariums // road trip or camping trip not a fan of either // coloring books or watercolor // fairy lights or candles

thank you!! i think this is it!

thank YOU if you got this far in, and I’ll tag @vanillatumbleweedscoffee @stars-in-my-damn-eyes @sneez @fancybasementfestival @kipland00 @dreameramongwildflowers @punkslap @rhapsody-under-pressure and everyone who i tagged before and anyone who wants to to do any of these tags as they see fit and if they’re in the mood or have enought time or are just looking for something to do

[harcove]

About the Author Tag Game

Rules of the Game: Answer these questions and tag 10 blogs you’d like to know better.

I was tagged by @come-get-yall-ochimizu thanks bb- i’m uhh late to doing this cause my ass got lazy ;))))

Nickname: Aim (literally just pronounced Aim lmao), Lonk but only by one person ever it’s a inside joke. But people usually just call me Amy cause my name is literally three letters bye.

Zodiac: Aries

Height: 5′1ft. Y’all i’m short-

Time: 3:43 PM (when I wrote this lololol)

Favourite Band/Artist: Muse, ONE OK ROCK, Thriving Ivory

Song stuck in my head: Hurt by Nine Inch Nails or the Johnny Cash Cover specifically LMAO

Last movie I saw: Uh... I watched the Hakuouki movies with my friend at her house like... 4 weeks ago. I don’t watch a lot of movies.

Last thing I googled: I was looking at Sen’s wikipedia page from Hakuouki lmao

Other Blogs: I have a side blog for the book/the movie The Outsiders

Do I get asks?: Sometimes. It depends on what stage I’m in on my blog. I’ve had this trash for like 8 years or something. Right now it’s mainly just match-up requests.

Why this username: It’s the name of Inuyasha’s mother from Inuyasha lmao. I loved/love Inuyasha and Izayoi but someone had “Izayoi” already so I just did “izayo-i” 

Following: 67. I feel weird/cluttered when I follow too many people? I think the most I had was like 120.

Average hours of sleep: Right now since I’m off university it’s like 7-10. But usually, like 4-6. 

Lucky number: 14

What am I wearing: my pajamas- aka a big Aerosmith t-shirt

Dream job: talking about this makes me nervous cause I hate thinking about my future but I’d love to be a primatologist or just an anthropologist. Maybe a historian. I wouldn’t mind doing translations too at some point.

Dream Trip: Ireland or Scotland. Maybe Japan someday if I can get the language down lmao.

Favourite food: Can I just say the entirety of like Chinese cuisine? 

Instruments I play: I used to be able to kind of play the clarinet but not anymore bih

Eye Colour: it’s weird. Blueish, grey? Sometimes it looks more blue, other times grey. I’m a demon.

Hair colour: Light brown/blondish

Aesthetic: Vintage, grunge? Idk I don’t think about it.

Languages I speak: English, some French, and I’m working on Japanese atm.

Most Iconic Song: Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana, or Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen ;))

Random Fact: I have a lot of animals and love animals a lot. I have 2 guinea pigs, 3 hamsters (used to be like 11 cause one had babies oof bih wtf) a gecko, and a dog, atm.

uhhh as for tagging I get awkward when I have to do this so uh some people who can do this if they want to- you don’t have to! @edomusings @k-chan95 @okie-ta-dokie-ta @rouge-heichou @fleeting-blossom-of-the-dawn

okay bye im weird and awkward