#kind of??? more like taz mixed bag

[ghosty-schnibibit]

me finishing the new graphic novel like on the one hand yes the art is gorgeous as always yes the chalice scenes were handled well yes the lunar interludes got included in a cool way but on the other hand me looking at ren (and also a bit at taako by proxy) like

[sydsaint]

Summary: The reader is Tyler's on-screen GF. Until one night Tyler goes off and admits that he's tired of pretending.

Dynamite is set to start soon when you finally pull up to the arena for the night. You grab your bag and hurry to the security gate as fast as you can. When you arrive you find Tyler waiting for you next to the gate.

"Tyler? What are you doing out here?" You come to a stop in front of him.

"Waiting for you," Tyler replies as he looks up from his phone. "You texted me that you were going to be late so I figured that I'd meet you out here." He explains.

You crack a small smile and nod. "Awe, you didn't have to wait up for me, Ty." You assure him. "What are we even doing tonight?"

"I've got a match against Ethan Page tonight," Tyler explains. "But before that, we've got that segment where Page is supposed to talk a bunch of shit about you. You know, to give me an excuse to be pissed off I guess." He shrugs.

"Right." You laugh. "To defend my honor."

Tyler laughs with you and the two of you head into the arena. "Exactly." He agrees with you.

Around two months ago Tony Khan paired you up with Tyler to be his on-screen girlfriend to bolster the mixed tag league in AEW. At first, you weren't super into the idea of having to parade around as the infamous HOOK's helpless girlfriend. But with Tyler's help, the two of you have become the powerhouse couple of the division. Even if you aren't a real couple.

You get to the locker rooms backstage and slip into the one that you and Tyler share. The two of you aren't there for long when Taz swings by to talk to Tyler.

"Well if it isn't AEW's favorite couple." Taz teases you and Tyler when he comes through the door.

"Dad." Tyler groans.

You giggle as you lace up your boots and smile at Taz. "Hey, Taz." You greet him.

"Hey, Y/N." Taz smiles right back at you. "See, that's how you greet someone, Tyler." He turns to his son. "You should be taking pointers from your girlfriend, son." He chuckles.

Tyler rolls his eyes casually and walks Taz over to the corner so they can chat. You finish up getting ready to head out just as Tyler and Taz finish up their conversation and Taz heads out.

"So..." You walk over to Tyler by the door. "What did he want?" You ask him.

"Nothing important." Tyler shrugs. "Come on, we should head out." He grabs the door for you.

You nod and the two of you head down to the tunnel for Tyler's match. Backstage, a couple of cameramen are setting up to record the backstage segment when you arrive. You spot Ethan hanging out with Isiah Cassidy on the other side of the room and walk over to them.

"Hey, Ethan." You greet Page. "So, what kinda sleazy insults are you working up for this promo?" You ask him casually.

"Hey, Y/N." Ethan turns away from Isiah to greet you. "You know? I haven't really decided yet. But I'm sure they'll be good." He jokes.

You giggle and pat his arm casually. "Make it look good." You wink playfully and walk back over to Tyler.

"What was all that about?" Tyler asks you when you get back over to him.

"Hmm? What? Ethan?" You glance back at Page. "We were just joking around is all." You shrug. "Why? What's up?"

You watch Tyler's jaw clench ever so slightly as he stares across the room at Ethan and Isiah. "Isiah Cassidy has been eye-fucking you since we walked into the room." He informs you in an annoyed tone.

"He has?" You turn around and look at Isiah. "Oh, hmm." You catch him staring just like Tyler said. "Well, I'm sure that it's nothing."

Tyler grunts but lets it go when the camera crew gives the signal that they are ready and Tony Schiavoni enters the fray.

You record the segment with Tyler and Ethan, but you can't help but notice that Tyler seems a bit more angry than usual. If that's even possible when he's playing HOOK for the camera. Once the segment is recorded you walk off with Tyler and confront him.

"Tyler, are you alright?" You ask him. "You seem kind of on edge tonight." You inform him of your concern.

"I'm alright, Y/N." Tyler softens his expression with a nod. "Come on, let's head out to the ring." He gestures for you to step in front of him since you usually come out first during Tyler's and your entrance.

You and Tyler do your usual couples entrance then head down to the ring together. You give Tyler a kiss on the cheek when you get to the ring then take your place in his corner on the floor. Isiah and Ethan come out next and get the match started.

'What the hell?' You think to yourself during the match when it seems like Tyler is getting angrier and angrier. And his anger doesn't seem to be directed at Ethan like it should. But rather, it seems like Tyler is only seconds away from pummeling Isiah Cassidy for some unknown reason.

"Tyler?!" You rush around the corner when suddenly Tyler is rushing Isiah and tackling him to the floor.

The bell rings declaring Ethan the winner of the match by default and the referee rushes to get Tyler off of Isiah. You come around the corner as well and grab Tyler's arm to yank him off of Isiah.

"Keep her name out of your fucking mouth!" Tyler shouts as you pull him off of Isiah and drag him up the ramp.

You silently drag Tyler up the ramp and backstage despite his obvious desire to beat on Isiah some more. Once you're backstage you shove him back and confront him for his erratic behavior.

"What the fuck, Tyler!" You confront your partner. "What the hell was all that for?" You ask him.

Tyler starts to come down from his adrenaline high and takes a second to look at you. You stand firmly in place and wait for an explanation. But what you don't expect is instead of explaining himself, Tyler steps forward and cups your face out of the blue before kissing you harshly.

"I'm sorry." Tyler apologizes before he lets you go. "But I wasn't going to stand by and let Isiah talk about you like that." He explains.

"Like what?" You reply confused. "I haven't heard Isiah say anything about me today. Just Ethan. And we both know that was just for the camera."

Tyler lets out a small sigh and absentmindedly grabs your hand. "Remember when my dad came by earlier to talk to me?" He asks you. "He came by because he overheard Isiah saying some nasty shit about you to some of his buddies earlier today. Then when we were in the ring he kept taunting me about it whenever I got close to him." He explains.

"Oh my gosh! Are you serious?" You let out a small gasp. "Why in the hell would Isiah do that?" You ask yourself.

"I don't know." Tyler shrugs. "But he sure as hell ain't going to be doing it again." He adds.

"I can see that." You giggle. "You know you sure are protective for a fake boyfriend." You joke.

Tyler rolls his eyes at you and shakes his head. "Naw, you're my real girlfriend now. I'm tired of pretending." He informs you. "Plus it's obvious that you're into me for real."

"Oh is it now?" You laugh. "Last time I checked, you kissed me first, playboy." You remind him.

"Irrelevant." Tyler grins. "Besides. You wanted me to kiss you. I could tell." He insists.

[moonbeambucky]

The Price of Gold (Part 3)

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader Word Count: 3019 Warnings: flashbacks within flashbacks, fluff

Summary: As a sports journalist you’ve traveled the world interviewing famous athletes. You’ve loved your job up until you find out your next article is on the last person in the world you ever wanted to talk to, Lance Tucker.

A/N: This doesn’t follow The Bronze canon though some film details are mixed with real world events. Written for @green-eyeddragonfanfiction Dragon’s 3k Follower Creative Content Challenge. My prompt was “I can’t be in love with you!” gif source (x)

PART 2 | THE PRICE OF GOLD MASTERLIST

Logging off your computer you looked around your desk to make sure things were in order, quickly unplugging your phone charger from the USB port before stuffing it into your bag. Heather caught up with you near the elevator, she was still overjoyed for your trip which you needed to get home and pack for.

“When was the last time you went back to Florida?” she asked.

Your mouth pulled to the side as you scanned your memories, “About three years ago, when my parents sold their house.”

They downsized to a condo in St. Petersburg near the water so your father could finally buy a boat and enjoy his retirement. You remember the trip vividly, coming down for a long weekend to assist with packing and finally clearing out your old bedroom.

As the cab turned down your block all of the memories of Spring Hill you had left behind suddenly hit, making your stomach uneasy. You couldn’t help but gaze over towards Lance’s old house, shuddering as you pictured the countless times you spent there.

Running inside your house quickly you hugged your parents, choking back tears as you saw how your childhood home was packed away into boxes stacked up in the living room. You looked out to the pool, a luxury you did not have access to in New York.

It had been retiled some years ago but otherwise it remained the same. It was the place you could go to de-stress, floating on an inflatable chair as you soaked up the sun’s rays, the place you had fun, laughing with friends as you jumped into the pool splashing everyone with a cannonball, and all of the times you spent there with Lance.

“One, two, three, go!” you said, kicking off the wall, moving your arms and legs in tandem as you swam across to the other side of the pool. Reaching the wall you saw Lance had stopped midway. “Come on!”

“I… I can’t!” he quivered, swimming back to the starting point of your impromptu race.

Lance stood up, reaching his arms back on the edge of the pool and pushed himself to sit, his feet dangled in the water as his head hung low. Swimming back towards him you did the same, nudging your wet arm against his. “What’s wrong?”

Lance wrestled with his emotions, he was ashamed, feeling too scared to swim in the deep end of the pool. He was ten years old, he wasn’t a baby anymore so why did he feel like one? He wasn’t sure if he was more embarrassed over the fact that he was scared or that you would find out the truth about why he’s insisted on playing games and swimming in the shallow end of your pool. He was certainly glad his father wasn’t there; he would have slapped him, told him to be a man and thrown him into the pool without regard.

Lance turned to face you, insecurity swirling in the blue of his eyes that matched the water below. The corner of your lips pulled into a little smile that matched the tilt of your head, the pleading look in your eyes reminded him that he could tell you anything and so he did.

“Trust me, I won’t let you drown,” you said, plopping back into the water and reaching your hand out for him to follow.

With hesitance Lance slowly slipped back into the cold water, swallowing a nervous gulp as he stared at you. Dipping his shoulders below the water he prepared himself to swim but quickly lost his nerve again.

“Lance I promise. If you panic I’ll help you.”

Fear took hold of him and Lance nervously chewed his lip. “What if you can’t?”

You firmly gripped his bony shoulders, speaking with the conviction of someone twice your age, “Trust me.” You loosened your grip but kept your hands on his cool skin until he nodded, a nervous smile making its way to his boyish face. “Besides, I’m a mermaid, remember? I’m Ariel and you’re Prince Eric.”

“But Eric drowned,” he added.

“Nooo,” you sarcastically said, “He almost drowned but Ariel saved him just like I’ll save you.”

His fear was still present but the kindness in your eyes helped Lance gain a bit of confidence and he was ready. You swam beside him, looking over to make sure he didn’t stop halfway or panic. When he made it all the way across he gripped the edge of the pool with one hand, wiping the water off his face. Pulling him in for a congratulatory hug he yelped, not wanting to slip away from the edge where his fingers were turning white with his forceful hold, but despite his minor panic Lance smiled. He was able to swim across because of you.

When entering your old bedroom you were surprised to see how it changed. Your parents had converted it to a guest room and office. Your furniture was in the same spot but now childhood trinkets that previously occupied the space were boxed away in the closet, replaced by decorative items like globes and vases.

It was the boxed items you were there to sort through. Pulling them out of the closet you opened them one by one, coughing as the dust scattered in the air. You made three piles; things to take back to New York, things to donate and things to throw away.

You set aside some stuff you hadn’t taken during your initial move from home, like old photo albums and your yearbook. You tried on a couple of clothes, and spent more time than anticipated as you read old notes you and your friends had passed during class before throwing them away.

The notes reminded you of the box you had yet to encounter, the one you remembered throwing everything in as tears streaked down your cheeks. There you were, face to face again with it– the Lance box. You stood unmoving, staring it down as if you were in an old Western shootout. Your heart beating rapidly as you faced your enemy, a stupid cardboard box, and yet it had the power to hurt you more than any bullet ever could.

Your fingers itched as you contemplated the box. You could just throw it out, place the whole thing in the garbage and never look at it again. It’s not like you needed anything in there, what could you do with Lance’s old shirt? Yet part of you yearned to open it, to travel down memory lane one last time no matter the consequence.

Sitting on your bed you placed the box in front of you, tugging open the folded cardboard to reveal the contents inside. Lance’s shirt was in there, crumbled up and covering most of items. It had an old smell to it as you took it out, shaking out the wrinkles to see Bugs Bunny and Taz in street wear, a ridiculous trend that had you laughing to yourself. Tossing the shirt into the donation pile you looked down at the box again and lost your smile.

An endless pile of photos of you with Lance stared back at you. You flipped through them quickly, not wanting to linger too long on the memory of each. The rest of the box was filled with random things, old notes, movie ticket stubs and even some old McDonald’s Happy Meal toys. Your heart sank however when you looked at your old teddy bear with Lance’s first gold medal around his neck. You remember how proud he was, not to have earned first place in the competition, but to give it to you just to see the smile on your face.

Tears stung at your eyes and you felt that was your cue to stop. You threw the photos back in, not bothering to move the toys to the donation pile, you wanted this box closed and thrown out. You hugged the bear, feeling the cold medal press against your skin as you silently said goodbye. A pang of guilt rang through you for placing the bear in the box with the rest of the memories to be thrown away. The bear’s dark plastic eyes stared back at you, silently screaming its innocence. You knew it had done nothing wrong and yet you couldn’t separate a silly teddy bear from the memories of Lance. A tear slipped out, running down your cheek as you sealed up the box and brought it outside.

Your mother recognized the box you carried and questioned if you wanted to throw it out. You scoffed at her. Really? She knew what happened and she has the audacity to question if you want to keep these memories? You grabbed large garbage bags to take back into your room for the donation pile, insisting you did not want or need anything in the Lance box.

After finishing your own items you helped your parents pack away the last of their things before you said a final goodbye to the place you grew up in. Your dad was ready to drive you to the airport, taking your suitcase to the car as you and your mother finished saying goodbye. She glanced over towards the large pile of garbage, her lips pressing together into a tight line as she eyed the box you had thrown out.

“Dorothy still lives there you know,” your mother said.

Your shoulders slumped down at her words, exhaling a heavy sigh. You were headed back to New York and with your parents moving you would never be back in Spring Hill again. If there was any time to say hello to Dorothy Tucker it was now.

“I can’t see her mom,” you said, struggling to keep your voice from faltering. It broke your heart to say it; Dorothy was like a second mother to you but after Lance that was all over.

Your mom wrapped her arms around you, rubbing your back comfortingly before you got into the car with your dad, saying goodbye to Spring Hill forever.

Your apartment was upside-down as you packed for your trip. Two weeks. You’re scheduled– no, being forced into spending two weeks with Lance Tucker. Two days would have been enough for the story as you insisted to Sue, though two minutes would be too much for your liking.

With ear buds in you dialed your parents, slipping your phone into the pocket of your hoodie as you roamed about the apartment gathering things together to pack.

“Hey mom. How’ve you been?” you said, waiting for her response. “Yeah I’m good. I’m actually coming to Florida… Yeah an assignment,” you answered her, stopping in your tracks as she asked who you would be interviewing.

“I can’t say yet,” you lied, a trait you’ve been doing a lot lately.

You didn’t want her to rehash the past. Your mom had been the biggest supporter of you and Lance and though she was there to comfort you at your lowest point she also encouraged you to talk to him. She knew you were hurt but she didn’t think you should lose each other over what happened. Lance was immature but so were you, making a snap decision to end everything instead of talking through things. Your mother saw the big picture and she always thought you would end up with Lance, watching you grow up together, seeing your friendship blossom into romance, she was just as hurt when it ended.

“Maybe we can get together on my birthday,” you suggested as it would occur during your trip. You were hoping to get away from Lance for a bit to see your parents, anticipating yourself becoming upset by having to see him.

“Oh honey, if Dad and I knew you were coming down we would have switched our cruise,” she fretted.

“It’s alright, this was last minute,” you sighed, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice, “I forgot about the cruise, where are you headed?”

You finished packing as your mom excitedly discussed her upcoming trip, pulling your suitcase next to the front door and staring at it with disdain. You travelled quite often for this job spending more time out of the office than in it, looking forward to every trip up until now.

Landing in Tampa you felt the heat the moment you stepped off the plane. The sun was stronger than you remembered, especially for the morning. You made your way to the transportation floor, having previously arranged a car service to pick you up for the drive to Spring Hill.

You felt overdressed as you walked through the terminal, seeing groups of people in casual clothing, shorts and flip flops. You would be making it to your hotel with just enough time to check in, drop your things off in your room and meet Lance for your interview so you had dressed accordingly, a beige blazer and skirt with a sleeveless rose colored blouse and heels to match.

As your driver kindly placed your suitcase in the trunk you took off the blazer, folding it neatly beside you. You pressed yourself back into the cool leather seat of the car, shutting your eyes to try and focus. You felt your stomach twisting itself into knots the closer you got to your destination. This was really happening and you dreaded the thought.

After arriving at your hotel you had a few more minutes to spare than expected so you quickly brushed your teeth, reapplied your lipstick and made sure you smelled good, not for his sake you told yourself. Grabbing your bag and laptop, you looked over yourself once more in the mirror, smoothing out your skirt and blazer. You can do this.

Lance had suggested meeting at a restaurant for the interview but you insisted meeting him at your hotel. Not that you were really keen on the idea of him knowing exactly where you were staying but you hoped things might progress faster if you just got right to business, not wanting to make any nostalgic detours if you ventured anywhere else with him. You were also hoping that the buffet area of this lovely Holiday Inn might make him a little uncomfortable, and thus concluding your time together at a much faster rate.

A wicked grin spread across your face as you entered the area. A deep red carpet with a muted gold design spread across the floor with an array of cheap wood tables complimented by green vinyl cushioned chairs surrounded the area. Generic artwork of flowers in vases hung around the room.

You marveled at how the hotel looks lost in an undetermined time, not quite the ‘90s and yet not quite modern either. It was the perfect setting to make Lance Tucker itching to get this over with, as you’d be subjecting the pompous “God of Gymnastics” to the meager value hotel graciously provided by your job.  

Only one table is occupied, by a family of four whose exhausted parents look like they have been drained of their energy and can no longer attempt to calm their rambunctious children. Perfect! You leave a table in between yourself and them, not wanting to be too obvious with your plan. If Lance killed the interview completely maybe there was a shot you could recoup the interview with Neymar. You grabbed two bottles of water, specifically Zephyrhills, Florida’s “unique” tasting water, setting them down on the table, though you wished you could replace yours with Vodka to get through this.

Be short, be curt. Stick to the facts. This is business. Just business, you reminded yourself as you waited for his impending arrival.

Lance had an agenda as well as he had felt the bitter coldness of your words during your correspondence to set up this interview; you had clearly not forgotten the past. Lance hated thinking about that. He threw himself into being the best, gaining the spotlight, seeking the attention of others when deep down he only wanted yours. He spent plenty of nights alone with his thoughts, regretting what he did, what he didn’t do and what he should have done. But that was the past.

His future was uncertain in many ways and he had become too wrapped up with something that weighed heavily on his mind to worry about your hatred of him. So he decided to put on a show, be Lance “The Fucker” Tucker as he was previously regarded. If you continued to hate him that would make this easier, you would write your article on him and he would get the attention he needs for his gymnastics center.

His plan was easier said than done because the moment he caught a glimpse of you sitting at the table, standing out like a diamond amongst dull rocks, he almost broke down. He wanted to run to you, throw himself at your feet and let apologies pour out from his mouth as fast as the tears that threatened to fall.

He moved back, hiding behind a wall as he regained his composure. Remember Lance, remember the plan. He began to sweat, unzipping his blue track jacket to reveal a crisp white t-shirt. He dragged his hand down his face wiping harshly at his skin. Remember. He erased his frown with a cocky smile, putting on his sunglasses, unnecessary for the fluorescent indoor lighting but it helped him hide the truth he might not be able to hide. With his shoulders up and his back stiffened he took a few deep breaths before walking towards you.

Lance strides in confidently, swaying towards the table as his voice catches your attention, “Well, well, well, look who’s back in town.”

Suppressing an eye roll (and a profanity) you bite your tongue, scrunching your nose at the overpowering amount of cologne he wore. Forcing a tight smile you remain seated but gestured for him to join you at the table.

“Thank you for meeting me Mr. Tucker, I–”

“Cut the bullshit Y/N. Let’s get down to why you’re really here,” he smirked.

PART 4

[theleastcarefulofgamedevs]

hehehehehehehehe ur turn. overshare pals

hehe im lov u ceec :)

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1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

water bottles and soda cans!

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

chocolate.... im lov it

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

cotton candy!

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

hardworking, earnest, and honestly? they gave me too much credit ebagweaganegioawnegew

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

soda bottles!

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

somewhere between boho, goth, and grunge hehe

7. earbuds or headphones?

headphones!

8. movies or tv shows?

movies,,

9. favorite smell in the summer?

you know that wet pavement smell after it rains? love that

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

dodgeball hehehe

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

nothin tbh. i don’t wake up early enough for it

12. name of your favorite playlist?

Writing Music! i made it hehehe

13. lanyard or key ring?

key ring!

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

GUMMY BEARS AND JELLY BEANS

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

“A Child Called ‘It’“ by Dave Pelzer

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

cuddled up to someone in blankets,,, im lov anything with my s/o tbh

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

i have this beat up pair of blue slip ons that have bloodstains on em bc i got a nosebleed one day bwaeiugbaweugbaweubguaw

18. ideal weather?

post-raining, or like. just before it starts raining

19. sleeping position?

anything with my s/o or bein wrapped in like. a billion blankets

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

on my home pc in my room!

21. obsession from childhood?

dice and video games!

22. role model?

i know it’s gonna sound dumb but like. a lot of characters from media have influenced me a lot, like sans/komaeda etc. another one from my real life would be my aunt on my mom’s side!

23. strange habits?

i bounce my leg while listening to music or stressed,, that’s abt it. OH and i like twirling a small blanket around on my arm bc... acrobatics of sorts

24. favorite crystal?

amethyst, but anything clean cut and rounded looks rlly nice imo,,

25. first song you remember hearing?

the first day i remember in my life was christmas at my grandma’s when i was 4, so probably random christmas music ubwegebwgwebgoibgweg

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

sometimes when i get tired of sitting around at home i like to walk down to the dog park by my house! 

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

cuddle,,,,,,,,,,, wrap up in a blanket with some freshly baked cookies n just. be there

28. five songs to describe you?

megalovania, medley rush 2 from the sonic rush ost, the promised neverland english op, metal crusher from undertale, metal scratchin’ from sonic rush

29. best way to bond with you?

just talk to me! im godawful at starting convos but i love talkin to ppl! 

30. places that you find sacred?

every person’s room feels that way, as well as obvious places, like churches n whatnot. we went n visited my aunt’s old house so my mom could pick up some stuff and being in her room after she died in 2015 was just like. an emotion i can’t rlly describe

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

hoodie, trackpants, n sneakers hehe

32. top five favorite vines?

back at it again @ krispy kreme, ADAM, they were roommates, two dudes in a hot tub, my croissant

33. most used phrase in your phone?

either “be there soon” or “ily” 

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

none tbh. i don’t watch much tv so i don’t see ads often

35. average time you fall asleep?

either 10:30 or sometime after midnight. no in between 

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

it was a rage comic

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

suitcase!

38. lemonade or tea?

lemonade, but i LOVE tea!

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

LEMON CAKE....

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

i was walkin in the halls with my friend and someone dropped a styrofoam cup of pasta on my friend’s head from the second floor awbegiuawbeguiawbguaewg

41. last person you texted?

the person who sent this ask heheheheh

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

jacket pockets!

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

hoodie!

44. favorite scent for soap?

anything really, but i like whatever my s/o uses bc it would remind me of them!

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

fantasy!

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

underwear tbh. like. that and a tshirt or just underwear is the only way i can sleep

47. favorite type of cheese?

sensory issues say i have to hate all kinds of cheese outside of like. grilled cheese so let’s go with that/cheddar

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

dragonfruit! 

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

GOD pretty much every quote from monomi or chiaki in danganronpa 2, but mostly “if you learn to love yourself, that love will continue to carry you for your whole life! love, love...”

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

OH HERES A FUCKIN STORY OK so i was at my friend’s house with a bunch of others bc we were doin a sleepover type thing and we were eating raising canes in his attic at like 3 am and some guy high on like. 3 different drugs at once got impaled through the leg on his fence. nobody saw him but we knew he was there and the cops were there in like 3 minutes. that very same friend has some of the most wack stories ngl

51. current stresses?

just doing well in school and making sure my s/o is happy!

52. favorite font?

comic sans.......................... im sorry

53. what is the current state of your hands?

my palms b sweaty but my fingers are dehydrated tbh. typin

54. what did you learn from your first job?

work.... difficult

55. favorite fairy tale?

probably the princess and the frog!

56. favorite tradition?

christmas!

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

probably my most noteworthy traumas tbh. gettin therapy for em, too

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

writing, my ability to overcome obstacles, being able to help ppl as well as i can, and making friends fast!

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Not dead yet.”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

Probably either shounen, romance, or moe,,,,

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“It’s a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming. On days like these, kids like you... should be burning in hell.”

62. seven characters you relate to?

sans, komaeda, makoto naegi, komaru naegi, toko fukawa, chiaki nanami, and chihiro fujisaki!

63. five songs that would play in your club?

they’d all be fall out boy tbh. that and videogame osts

64. favorite website from your childhood?

armor games hehe

65. any permanent scars?

i don’t think so? at least, not yet

66. favorite flower(s)?

roses and anything blue!

67. good luck charms?

my dice sets!

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

vanilla york peppermint patties... gross

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

pikmin in pikmin 1 who are underneath a bridge when it’s completed are killed because they get pushed through the ground

70. left or right handed?

right handed!

71. least favorite pattern?

probably the hellish bumpy pattern all teachers have all over their fuckin classrooms

72. worst subject?

math

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

chicken nuggets in milkshake... good. or frankly just like. cooked chicken mixed with anythin cold like ice or ice cream

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

like. 3 or 4

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

i was eating a crunch bar and it fell out hehe

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

I WOULD DIE FOR FRENCH FRIES.

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

any small blooming plant, like a single rose or flower!

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

hrm. coffee from a gas station tbh

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

NEITHER LOOK GOOD LMAO and i don’t have a driver’s license. that’s just like. a prediction

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

jewel tones!

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

lightning bugs!

82. pc or console?

either works but i spend more time on pc!

83. writing or drawing?

writing, but i like both!

84. podcasts or talk radio?

talk radio, but i love podcasts like TAZ or Critical Role! 

84. barbie or polly pocket?

neither? but probably barbie bc it’s more well known? idk

85. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology!

86. cookies or cupcakes?

cupcakes all the way b

87. your greatest fear?

me being the last person i know alive. i’d rather die than outlive everyone

88. your greatest wish?

i hope that no matter what there is after we die, i get to be with the people that are most important to me. 

89. who would you put before everyone else?

my s/o and family tbh

90. luckiest mistake?

buying danganronpa bweguowabguawebogbaweibg

91. boxes or bags?

boxes!

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

fairy lights!

93. nicknames?

i go by wes, dev, bines, anything rlly

94. favorite season?

spring!

95. favorite app on your phone?

tumblr hehe

96. desktop background?

it’s the ddlc cast! it’s a greyscaled image of four of the events cut together and their eyes glow hehe

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

only one, and it’s my dads bc i have to call him every time i go to my grandparents’ hehe

98. favorite historical era?

probably the one we’re in now tbh, but like. also hate it

[musiccosmosru]

FACT Rated digs into the sounds and stories of the most vital breaking artists around right now. This week April Clare Welsh speaks to London avant-pop singer-songwriter and Mica Levi collaborator Tirzah ahead of the release of her Domino debut Devotion, which is out next month.

“It’s lovely and crazy,” says Essex-born singer-songwriter Tirzah Mastin about the recent birth of her first child, Jocelyn. “But I don’t really know what’s going to happen next… doing three things at once is kind of hard!”

Mastin’s day job as a print designer in the fashion industry has always run parallel to her musical pursuits as mononymous post-grime treasure Tirzah. Aged 13, she enrolled at the Purcell School for Young Musicians in Watford – before going on to study textiles at 18 – and has lived and worked in London ever since, soaking up the city’s patchwork of sounds like a sponge.

Her debut album Devotion is a flickering, avant-pop slideshow of “straight-up love songs” and a record on which simplicity is key. It’s a gloriously laid-back trip, etched from producer and school pal Mica Levi’s minimal junkyard blueprint, while Mastin’s soulful vocals come tinged with a weariness that many Londoners will know all too well.

Tirzah flew onto our radar in 2013 with her vocals contribution to Micachu’s scruffy dance-pop anti-anthem ‘I’m Not Dancing’. She’s been making music on and off ever since, releasing her No Romance EP for Greco-Roman in 2014 and earlier this year dropping wonky club track ‘Obviously’ with Levi, under the moniker Taz & Meeks.

“Working with Meeks has never felt like too much pressure. We never really have a goal when starting a track, we just play around with things,” she says. “We don’t tend to labor too much over stuff… [my album] doesn’t feel like my project, it feels like a dual coming together of ideas.”

Packed full of leftfield slow-jams, Devotion opens with the heart-swelling fanfare of ‘Fine Again’,  a track so ardent it sounds ripped from a diary entry, while Levi’s abrupt rhythmic diversions and Mastin’s staccato delivery add grit and grime. Backed by a modulating piano sound and a gentle percussive thud, on ‘Gladly’, Mastin intones: “All I want is you / I love you / Gladly, gladly, gladly… I want you around me always.”

“It feels so simple just to call it Devotion because that is what it is,” she says. “It’s just a real collage of experiences, past and present, relationships, friendships, thoughts at the time about things. I guess you could say it’s about people in particular but it’s not about one person in particular.”

Mastin moves in the same experimental pop circles as fellow south Londoner Kwes, who mixed Devotion for Domino, and his younger brother Coby Sey, who makes a guest appearance on the album’s title track. “Being around a close circle of my friends making music that has probably given the record all it’s got,” she says.

The album was stitched together from a “mixed bag” of older and more recent songs, so each track comes with its own mood and timeline. Sonically, itleapfrogs from the Oneohtrix Point Never-esque abstractions of ‘Guilty’, lit up by flashes of Auto-Tune and electric guitar, to organ-flecked R&B smoothie ‘Basic Need’. According to Mastin, who was fed on a diet of Al Green and Barry White from a young age, this collision of sounds is “probably quite telling of not having an album in mind and it just spanning a period of time.”

For Mastin, her music school background with Levi is simultaneously “a very distant memory” and “the thing that brought this about in the first place.” She says that Levi has always inspired her, from their early teens up until the present-day, while helping her to come out of her shell. “Whenever I’ve done stuff with other people it’s always been nice and an interesting experience, but I’m not very good at it,” she admits with a nervous laugh.

“There are even times with Meeks when I will be reduced to this mumbling down the microphone and I’ll have to really come out of my shell,” she says. “I think doing things with other people is nice, but it’s not in my comfort zone. I’ve done this to really push myself out of my comfort zone.”

Devotion is out August 10 via Domino.

April Clare Welsh is a freelance writer based in Lisbon. Find her on Twitter.

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