#selina elton

[curiousb]

The Wickham Family Album: Volume VIII

It’s time for Augustus’ little sibling to make their entrance!

However, Augustus soon decides that he’s seen quite enough, thank you very much!

Selina barely has time to welcome her new son Anthony...

Before - tragically - she succumbs to the same fate as her own mother Augusta!

And Simon is left suddenly as the single parent of two little boys.

Thankfully, the tots have two surprisingly attentive grandparents in Kitty and George.

The household adjusts to the shocking loss of Selina, and falls into a comfortable routine, until Anthony also reaches toddlerhood.

~ Aries 6 / 8 / 4 / 5 / 5

~ Angler / Loves the Outdoors

~ OTH: Nature

In the meantime, Augustus discovers music!

And George is keen to encourage Anthony to aim high, when it comes to potty training.

[incorrectbatfam]

Why did tje batfam get detention (wrong answers only)

Dick: claiming to be a licensed hairdresser working out of the bathroom

Jason: showing up to spirit day as the ghost of finals past

Tim: changing the school's email domain to @metropolis.edu

Damian: telling people his father is Batman

Duke: assigning people HP in a schoolyard fight

Cullen: replacing the orchestra's sheet music with Sugar We're Going Down

Stephanie: setting up a taco assembly line in gym

Cassandra: doing an interpretive dance of the digestive system

Barbara: filing her family's taxes during a test

Harper: shooting paintballs in art class

Carrie: pretending to have rabies

Kate: giving a presentation on a shipwreck that doesn't exist

Alfred: hazing Elton John

Selina: renting out the supply closet as a tiny house

Bruce: paying someone to go to detention for him

[fictionturnedherbrain]

The wedding was very much like other weddings, where the parties have no taste for finery or parade; and Mrs. Elton, from the particulars detailed by her husband, thought it all extremely shabby, and very inferior to her own.—“Very little white satin, very few lace veils; a most pitiful business!—Selina would stare when she heard of it.”—But, in spite of these deficiencies, the wishes, the hopes, the confidence, the predictions of the small band of true friends who witnessed the ceremony, were fully answered in the perfect happiness of the union.

I love that this adaptation skips over the actual wedding, much like the novel, and focuses on the honeymoon ('the seaside!') because let's face it, Emma and Mr Knightley have been married the whole time! Also, Emma's yellow gown is stunning, and I wish we could see more of it.

[pursuitseternal]

Tag Nine People You Want to Get to Know Better!

Thanks for the tag, @myfavouritelunatic, my favorite partner in crime and in planning beautiful, angsty things to happen in fics 😘😘

Three ships: Sauron/Galadriel… that one is easy. Then I have to reflect more: I would say previous ones would be Captain Swan (even though I have just started reading fics for this lol. Looking at you @iamstartraveller776). Before that, I have to dig deep and reflect… Batman / Catwoman? I love every line that is Bruce and Selina. Thalia al Ghul can rot. Though I love Damian’s sass.

First ever ship: Phantom and myself, if that counts. I even wrote him a letter after I saw the stage show when I was 3. [yes, my parents took me to see the show when I was 2 and 3, and it might explain several of my personality strengths and flaws]

Last song/album: Elton John, Bennie and the Jetts.

Last movie: Ever After 💖💖💖💖. I forgot how much I love that movie!

Currently Reading: i have to divide this: Real paper book: I just picked up “Scarred” by Emily McIntire. Ebook: “Tidelands” by Phillippa Gregory (English civil war, priest and widow relationship, very good, not very spicy I have to say). Fanfic: “just what I need” by @hazelmaines, very good and very accurate—wonderfully and seamlessly woven into RoP ❤️

Currently watching: I HAD NO IDEA I HAD NOT SEEN MORE EPISODES OF GHOSTS ON PARAMOUNT. 😡. Catching up now. Also Ted Lasso.

Currently consuming: Chocolate covered bananas. Living my best life.

Currently craving: SUMMER ☀️☀️. As a teacher I cannot wait to have a break!

I know I did this a second time, but things change. So here goes tagging with no pressure 😘

@teawithtolkien @marimosalad @jhalya @thegreatzombieartisan @coraleethroughthelookingglass @lady-of-imladris @eowyn7023 @demonscantgothere @denzit

[mydaylight]

The wedding was very much like other weddings, where the parties have no taste for finery or parade; and Mrs. Elton, from the particulars detailed by her husband, thought it all extremely shabby, and very inferior to her own. 'Very little white satin, very few lace veils; a most pitiful business! Selina would stare when she heard of it.'

Lmfao Emma and Knightley not inviting Mrs Elton to the wedding

[francesduncan]

Mrs Elton: The wedding was charming, if a little gauche

The final paragraph of Emma is devoted to a poke at Mrs Elton. Not only is she not invited to the wedding (not a "true friend") she entirely misses the point that the couples happiness is more important than "finery or parade."

"The wedding was very much like other weddings, where the parties have no taste for finery or parade; and Mrs. Elton, from the particulars detailed by her husband, thought it all extremely shabby, and very inferior to her own.—“Very little white satin, very few lace veils; a most pitiful business!—Selina would stare when she heard of it.”—But, in spite of these deficiencies, the wishes, the hopes, the confidence, the predictions of the small band of true friends who witnessed the ceremony, were fully answered in the perfect happiness of the union."

Jane Austen, Emma, C55

If you'd like to discuss Austen with me you can book a session

Video and Audio from Emma 1996

Audio from The Last Great American Dynasty by Taylor Swift

[two-face-has-two-faces]

The rogues as Elton John songs?? Easy one first, Waylon is Crocodile rock

ANON.................... I WOULD K!LL FOR YOU

[cezzysims]

a. Branch Timbley & Daydream Padilla married b. Elton Ivy comes over, bc Gabi’s bf is busy c. Bailey Swain died d. Homer Swain and Cherie Wolff engaged e. Elton Ivy and Joanne Wolff engaged f. Elvin Ivy & Selina Gonzalez dating g. Bradford finally arrives h. Rain teen i. Gabi bought fertility treatment and master of seduction j. Woohoo, chimes first time k. Grant bought speedy cleaner l. Alfred Pennyworth died m. Broke up w/ Bradford n. Bob Goon & Emilie Van Gould broke up o. Gardening p. Vomit = Pregat

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

It's All Coming Back To Me Now

(Sunny Kostas x Jess O'Neill - another @angst-fairygodmother collaboration ☺️)

Warnings- a hint at teenagers doing naughty things?

a/n- Once upon a time there was Sunny and there was Jess and there was love that maybe didn't last but it was true while it did.

Sunny didn't want to be unique. Although in his family he really wasn’t. He could perhaps levitate and telepathically manipulate people (his mom called it charm because hypnotize sounds too vaudeville) on top of summoning and conversing with the dead, but it really wasn't THAT special.

Sunny’s parents were friends with George Carlin and Elton John and Blondie. His uncle or brother, or whatever Klaus was these days, started a religion. A cult. Both? And Selina danced her way through life effortlessly. She was a natural. Sunny faked his ability to keep up. He had it somewhere inside, but got addicted to borrowing talent from dead people.

When he was 14 years old, and grew about a foot, Sunny realized he didn't just favor his father. Or Klaus. He was their triplet. He would often walk past the full length mirror and call out a greeting to Leon, but when it was reciprocated identically Sunny would sigh. Even his looks weren't his own. Selina could at least muddle by only resembling Honey in passing. The teenage boy had a crooked nose that he had never broken and slid into a British accent without realizing.

He did however grow a sarcastic exterior. A loud demeanor that announced his arrival before his physical body even could. He was lanky and bony with big hair and big lips he hadn’t quite grown into yet.

But girls, and boys, couldn't help looking at him when he came around. So Sunny learned how to flirt and charm and kiss his way around not being able to use his powers freely. To give himself a reputation that preceded him as he plowed through anyone who dared get close enough to fall under his spell.

Then Sunny went down off of Tom’s mountain into Sway Lake for the summer with Selina. They decided to spend it with their surrogate grandfather. Even HE stood out: ex-CIA assassin, and his partner Ella was a French model, art film actress, and ex Warhol Factory Girl.

The summer Sunny turned 15, the townies were his for the taking. Until the unstoppable force (him) met the immovable object (her).

Jessica O’Neill.

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Jessica O’Neill (never Jess, no matter how much she wanted to be, because it wasn't ladylike. And only Jessie when her sister wanted to make her feel foolish and small.) learned young not to go after what she wanted, that it wasn’t her place. She wasn’t the oldest, who was allowed to aim high and act mighty, who could only fly and never fall because their family was there to make sure of it. That was April’s role. And she wasn’t the baby, or the only boy, little Henry who could do no wrong in the eyes of anyone. No, she was first the youngest, and then later the middle child, which meant that her duty, her place in life, was to look out for her brother and support her sister, and never make a fuss. She felt certain that there would never be anything meant for her, that she could call her own. She pushed herself in school to get good grades and stand out, to have something that was hers, but she had so many of the same teachers in school, she was called the wrong name or no name at all until well into the year anyway. Jessica O’Neill was, or seemed to all the world to be, invisible.

At seventeen, she was sent to Sway Lake to live with her grandparents, to help care for her grandmother who had fallen ill, and work for her grandfather and “learn to be more responsible” (as if she weren’t already bearing the weight of her family on her shoulders). She stayed for nearly a year, accepting the long commute for school and the isolation from people she'd called friends in favor of space to breathe.

She fell in love twice that year.

The first time was with The Papermill. She had worked there from time to time before, helping out whenever she went to visit, but now she was left to run it alone many days, to explore and find its secrets and quirks, to run her fingers over hundreds of spines and breathe in the life hidden in their pages. Within those four little walls in the not-quite-town on the lakeshore, she found home and a happy place and hope that there might be something for her still.

The second time was with an impossible boy. He was brash and sarcastic and beautiful in an unconventional sort of way, all wild hair and bright eyes and charming devil-may-care smirk. Her friend Selina’s little brother, Sunny Kostas was everything Jess should never have wanted.

--

There was something that compelled Sunny to follow his sister into town that summer. Typically he would steal away in the evening, blend in to the parties at the summer camp. The townies, bored high schoolers who needed cash to blow and college students pretending to enforce hidden rules while getting high and fucking practically out in the open. This was the crowd Sunny could work over.

But there was a strange pull into the bookstore he passed a hundred times. He had been so filled with the belief in soul mates, he was always subconsciously looking for that connection. So when he realized THIS was where his sister had been going, he hoped she could share.

In all the years to come Sunny would remember that first kiss with Jess with embarrassment and warmth.

Their playful and natural banter. Which, in his nerve-wracked state, spewed out in a multitude of languages that made her face scrunch in confusion. Then a smile and crimson crept along her face while he handed her the latest Stephen King. Sunny had puffed out his chest in triumph.

Jess rolled her eyes behind closed lids when he had shown off using his tricks to shelve books with only his mind. Playfully, to her annoyance, he stacked them seven feet high in the aisle. Her imperviousness to his charm drive him nuts. So he resorted to parlour tricks.

"Who ya gonna call!"

"Klaus!" Jess bit her lip and smirked. She pushed him in that way girls do just to touch someone.

Sunny had momentarily scrunched his nose. She leaned up and kissed the end of it. He swallowed his bottom lip to stifle a giggle.

"I.. Don't tell Selina.."

"She's not our keeper," That wasn't completely true. "Do it again. Please?"

She did, but lost her footing and landed on his chin. Sunny could feel the heat from her mortification against his skin. Goosebumps had formed on every inch of his body.

"Fuck," she had mumbled.

Sunny launched himself at her. His hands knew instinctively how to hold the back of her head and small of her back. He Invaded her space. She was Troy and he was the entire Spartan army. Tumbling into bed one day was inevitable.

~

“What are you doing Sunny?” Jess mumbled, squeezing her eyes shut and burrowing her face into the pillow.

She could feel his fingers trailing patterns across her spine and shoulders. If she didn't know any better, she'd think he was drawing pictures there.

“You know you've got constellations?” He asked instead of answering. So maybe that was what he was doing. “My sister the moon, me the sun. It makes sense that you're the sky, between us.”

“You're talking nonsense.” She felt her face getting hot, shame and a strange sense of anger filling her as he rambled. The Kostases were like that, and after nearly a year of…of...whatever she and Sunny were, and longer as Selina's friend, she should have been used to it. All their talk of gods and destiny and celestial symbols. But she wasn't, and he'd never pulled her into it before.

“They're not stars,” she snapped as she rolled away from his feather-light touch. “They're freckles. Blemishes. Marks on the skin developed because I'm too pale to have any business being outside all summer and I–”

spend too much time in the sunlight. The words suddenly died in her throat and she cursed herself for getting dragged into his foolish metaphorical terms. But it was true. She'd been spending so much time with him, soaking in his energy, basking in his light. Her grandfather had even commented how different she seemed since that summer began, bolder. She had no business with a boy like him, someone so special, and because she dared to anyway, she was changing.

It was never supposed to go this far. They were supposed to just be friends, indulging boredom and curiosity and hormones. Because he was sweet (if arrogant) and pretty (if still boyish and awkward) and she trusted him a hell of a lot more than any of the boys from town. But once became twice. thrice. More. She stopped keeping count when they added in hand holding and kisses in dark corners and secret picnics and closed for lunch signs and napping together on the stupid futon in the attic (always after, never on its own, not yet). If she didn't know any better she'd think she was dating her best friend's little brother.

Only she did know. They had agreed to keep their hearts out of it, so they were still ‘just friends.’

It was an agreement they reinforced when summer ended, and when he called her unexpectedly and when they cuddled, one crawling in next to the other long after Selina fell asleep, when Jess would spend those blessed long weekends in the city. But eventually that stopped too. They never labeled it, though, or made it “real,” even as she fell madly in love with him.

“Jess?” Sunny's voice startled her, so close to her ear but loud, confused. She realized that she's stopped mid sentence.

“Don't be stupid, okay,” she said, voice weaker this time. “They're just discolored spots of skin, normal skin.”

“They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

She flushed, whole body growing hot under such simple praise. And for a shining moment, she let herself be convinced that this was how life was meant to be.

@neuroticpuppy @firstpersonnarrator @forenschik @love-is-dirty-baby @rob-private @holidayspirits @a-ghoulish-tale @elliethesuperfruitlover @crabstick @bisexualnathanyoung @vonkimmeren @sylvertyger @falloutby

[agrippinaes]

emma (2020) + emma and mr. knightley’s wedding

...mr elton was called on, and within a month from the marriage of mr. and mrs. robert martin, to join the hands of mr. knightley and miss woodhouse. the wedding was very much like other weddings, where the parties have no taste for finery or parade; and mrs. elton, from the particulars detailed by her husband, thought it all extremely shabby, and very inferior to her own - “very little white satin, very few lace veils; a most pitiful business! selina would stare when she heard of it.” but, in spite of these deficiencies, the wishes, the hopes, the confidence, the predictions of the small band of true friends who witnessed the ceremony, were fully answered in the perfect happiness of the union.

[curiousb]

The Wickham Family Album: Volume VII

No matter what their Aspiration, almost all my elders seem enchanted with their grandchildren, and even arch-hedonist George Wickham is no exception. (I’ve never before got as far as my Sims having grandchildren, so I think it’s all rather lovely.)

Augustus is getting to be a big boy now!

I’m not sure which parent he takes after more - perhaps Selina?

~ Aries 6 / 10 / 3 / 4 / 2

~ Devious / Vehicle Enthusiast

~ OTH: Music & Dance

He’s also a big hit with grandma Kitty.

In their student days, Simon once refused Selina’s offer of marriage, but what greater commitment could there be than having a child together? So, Selina decides the time is right to propose once more.

And this time, Simon decides to take the plunge!

Selina rounds off the moment with a impromptu serenade, while Kitty entertains the little attention-seeker that is their son.

Sleep soundly, little Augustus...

you’re soon going to have to learn to share the attention with a younger brother or sister.

[steph-the-4th-robin]

And here i thought Bruce was bad. Holy shit

Heres Dick Graysons love interests and relationships

Trigger warning for mentions of r*pe

Barbara Gordon/Batgirl/Oracle

Koriand'r/Starfire

Bridget Clancy

Beatrice Bennett

Helena Bertinelli/Huntress/Batgirl

Helena Wayne/Huntress

Cheyenne Freemont

Catalina Flores/Tarantula (they had a interesting thing going until she r***d him)

Deborah Poulos

Bette Kane/Bat-Girl/Flamebird

Dawn Granger/Dove

Sonia Zucco

Sasha Lo

Zatanna Zatara

Dr. Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn (were talking old lady harley not Harley from Batman and Harley Quinn where she r***s him)

Daphne Pennyworth

Emily Washburn

Katherine Spencer

Raquel Ervin

Mary Willis

Vicki Vale

Raya Vestri

Yolanda Montez

Sandy Cole

Terri Bergstrom

Liu

Lori Elton

M'gann M'orzz/Miss Martian

Shawn Tsung/Defacer

Talia al Ghul

Raven

Alia/Agent 8

Rocket

Selina Kyle/Catwoman

Mirage (she shapeshifted in Starfire and slept with him, yes this counts as r*pe)

[bigfan-fanfic]

Wonderkid: … so I have a knife in the side, my ankle is still tied to the door handle and Cheetah is singing Elton John

Damian: what kind of knife was it?

Jon: what song was she singing?

Wonderkid: sharp and don’t go breaking my heart

Damian: you could have used the knife to escape

Jon: but it’s a duet, who was singing the other-

Bruce: AHEM! None of that story was relevant to my question, why were the three of you having afternoon tea with Catwoman?

Jon: Damian was following a cat

Wonderkid: we were following Damian

Jon: The cat jumped in a window

Wonderkid: next thing we know were in Catwoman’s living room

Bruce: and you stayed?

Damian: Selina has a nice selection of tea

All three of these people are pure of heart dumb of ass

[thewaynemanner]

BatFam Favorite Songs and Playlists

Dick Grayson loves anything upbeat he can scream sing along to, but his one true music love will forever and always be 80s Pop music. Not only does it go with his ‘I just got dragged through an 80s costume wardrobe’ aesthetic, but 80s Pop songs are the best to scream sing along to. His 80s Pop Trinity is Cyndi Lauper, Madonna, and ABBA. Currently, his favorite songs are Y.M.C.A by Village People, -Jason: “Jesus Dick, how could Y.M.C.A be your favorite song?” Dick: “I like bending into all the letters!”- Girls Just Want to Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper, and Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) by ABBA. Dick also knows all the words to (and has choreography for) all the songs in Grease. He even once convinced Jason to song along as Danny in You’re the One That I Want. Dick’s Guilty Pleasure Song: Barbie Girl by Aqua.

Dick Grayson’s Playlist

 Jason likes music that makes Bruce extremely uncomfortable, like Rap (for its explicit language) and any song that can be used to reference his death. But when Bruce isn’t around, Jason prefers a wide range of rock, from rockabilly to classic rock to punk rock, Jason loves it all. His favorite rock artists respectively are Johnny Cash, Queen, and My Chemical Romance. Jason’s favorite songs are I Won’t Back Down by Johnny Cash, Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen, and I Don’t Love You by MCR. When Bruce is around to annoy, Jason enjoys blasting Hood Go Crazy by 2 Chainz, -Bruce: “I don’t think this is an appropriate song to be playing in the Batcave, Jason.” Jason: “Well Bruce, I didn’t think that letting the Joker live after he killed me was “appropriate”, so agree to disagree.” Bruce: *feels migraine coming on*- and Arms Tonite by Mother Mother -*I died in your arms tonight. I slipped through into the afterlife. It was nice* Alfred: “Master Jason, don’t you think that’s a tad insensitive?” Jason: “Sorry Alfie, but Bruce is kinda insensitive”- Jason’s Guilty Pleasure Song is Pocketful of Rainbows by Elvis Presley, it was the song that Bruce used to sing to him after he’d had a nightmare to get him to go back to sleep. 

Jason Todd’s Playlist

Tim at this point only listens to DiscoTech/ElectroPop because it’s the only music with a beat strong enough to keep him awake. His favorite songs are Boss Bitch by Doja Cat, Play With It by Tommy Genesis, and Rich Bitch Juice by Alice Longyu Gao -*Some people say I look very sad I’m just having my resting bitch face ‘Cause man, I’m tired I’m tired, I’m so fucking tired Drinking my rich bitch juice* Tim: *sipping his rich Bitch Juice* “Mood.” Dick: *Gasp* “Timmy… That most definitely should not be a 'mood’.” Tim: *shrugs and continues to crush up caffeine pills and add them to his coffee* Tim’s Guilty Pleasure Song -Damian: *grumbling* “All his songs should be considered guilty pleasure songs”- is Ken Doll by Gameboi. 

Tim Drake’s Playlist

Damian grew up listening to classical music and doesn’t understand how what his brothers listen to can even be considered music. Damian’s favorite composer -Damian: “Yes, singular composer because you can’t have multiple favorites, Drake. That’s like saying my favorite brothers are Grayson, Todd, and you, when it’s obviously just Grayson”- is Frédéric Chopin. Three classical pieces he is fond of are 24 Preludes, Op.28: No.4 in E Minor by Frédéric Chopin, Comptine d’un autre été, l’apres-midi by Yann Tierson, and Hallelujah (Arr. Cello & Strings) by Leonard Cohen & et al. -Tim: “Honestly surprised the Imperial Death March wasn’t on his list, was pretty sure that was constantly playing in his head.” Jason: “Same.”- Damian’s Guilty Pleasure Symphony is Hedwig’s Theme by John Williams. Jason: “He gets all teary-eyed when he listens to it.” Damian: “I do not, Todd! If you keep spreading such slander, I will eviscerate you.” 

Damian Wayne’s Playlist

 Alfred is quite fond of the Beach Boys, the Beatles, and Elton John. His favorite songs are Let It Be by the Beatles, Bennie and the Jets by Elton John, and Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy) by John Lennon. The later he is quite partial to because it always brings back memories or a younger Master Bruce. -Dick: Awww! Bruce is blushing, Alfie!-  Alfred’s Guilty Pleasure Song is When We Were Young by Adele. Selina: *Quirking an eyebrow* Alfred: “I haven’t a clue why you look surprised Ms. Kyle. Ms. Adele is a woman of exceptional talent, I would be a fool not to see that.”

Alfred Pennyworth’s Playlist

Selina loves blues and soul. Her favorite artists are Etta James, Joy Crookes, and Amy Winehouse. Three of her favorite songs are Mother May I Sleep with Danger by Joy Crookes, Me and Mr. Jones by Amy Winehouse, and Hell N Back by Bakar (that she heard for the first time when Bruce sang it to her at their engagement party). - Damian: “Kyle’s choice in music is adequate I suppose.” Selina: *trying to smother a smile* - Guilty Pleasure Song: Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC. Selina: *winking at Bruce* Bruce: *Turning a violent shade of red* Tim: “Alfred, I think Selina broke Bruce!”

Selina Kyle’s Playlist

Bruce is a man of classic jazz, easy listening, and rockabilly; his favorite singers are Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and Elvis Presley. He’s had the same favorite three songs for the past five years, My Way by Frank Sinatra, Blue Moon by Dean Martin, and Pocketful of Rainbows by Elvis Presley. -Jason: “You’re such a sap, Old Man-“ Guilty Pleasure Song: Hurt by Johnny Cash. -Selina: “Oh no you don’t, you and I both know that’s not your true guilty pleasure.” Bruce: “Selina, please don’t…” Selina: “War Pigs by Black Sabbath. He’s a closeted metal head.”  Bruce: “Selina, you’re suppose to love me.” Selina: “Oh I do, but I also love torturing you too.” *high fives Jason*  Bruce: “It was a phase Selina!”

Bruce Wayne’s Playlist 

[kirbythulhu]

Do you associtae any specific music withthe rogues?

Definitely. I associate music with almost everything I do, creative and not.

Jon is usually southern gothic or... Surreal folk I guess you could call it (i.e. the Handsome Family), but also traditional folk songs and artists from the south and Ireland. Poetic singer-songwriters like Bob Dylan, Jim Croce, and Tom Waits are also big Jon vibes, but that may be me applying my favorites to my favorites. A handful of Pink Floyd, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, and David Bowie songs have Jon vibes as well.

Eddie is of course electro-swing, but also new wave. Especially older stuff, like Hughie Lewis And The News. Elvis Costello is definitely an artist I heavily associate with Eddie. The Police also kinda give me Eddie vibes, but only sometimes. I don't care much for electro pop and such, but I feel like only a few specific songs might be for Eddie.

Edwin is a combination of 80's-90's alternative bands like U2 and R.E.M., experimental rock like The Velvet Underground, and singer-songwriters like Billy Joel, Harry Chapin, and Paul Simon. Elton John is a good artist for his more manic/villainy vibes. He also has some new wave vibes, but not as much as Eddie, and almost specifically for Talking Heads/David Byrne.

Gentleman Ghost is definitely dark cabaret. The Tiger Lillies, Aurelio Voltaire, and Tori Amos are good for Jim. Anything with a Victorian feel, obviously, is good as well, like Leaving Green Sleeves by Leonard Cohen or Scarborough Fair by Simon and Garfunkel.

Ivy gives me big Patti Smith vibes, but also Indigo Girls. A sort of proto/art punk genre. Poems put to music also feel like her. Redondo Beach by Patti Smith always makes me think of Ivy for whatever reason.

Selina is very Pat Benatar. Very Pat Benatar. Also a little Patti Smith. Also some Indigo Girls, but mostly classic rock for 'Lina.

Harley, for whatever reason, I associate with vintage or vintage sounding music. Stuff from the 40's to 60's. Especially early rock 'n roll like The Monkees and Beach Boys.

Harvey is, unsurprisingly, a cross between smooth jazz and post/proto punk. Something like Jazz Devil by Barry Adamson is a good compromise.

[heartsandmiinds]

RULES: spell out your url with song titles, and then tag 10 people

Holiday - Green Day

Experiment on Me - Halsey

Always Look on the Bright Side of Life - Monty Python

Rocketman (I Think It’s Going to be a Long, Long, Time) - Elton John

Tie Your Mother Down - Queen

Somebody to Love - Queen

Adios - Everglow

Nevermore - Queen

Don’t Stop Me Now - Queen

Monopoly - Ariana Grande & Victoria Monet

I Hate Myself for Loving You - Joan Jett & The Blackhearts

Imagine - John Lennon

NASA - Ariana Grande

Dreamer’s Ball - Queen

Slow Dance - AJ Mitchell, Ava Max

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