#she decides she really likes cyndi lauper

[the-lark-ascending69]

I loove the android robin au it's really one of the most interesting au I have seen in a while.

I am always happy to see new post abt it

Also making my favourite characters go through hell and then receiving comfort from their people is like the best thing ever for me so every time I see a whump!Robin post I like automatically

People loving android!Robin makes me so happy anansnssndsnsns she's curious and excitable and full of wonder and the world keeps punishing her for simply being alive. Sometimes it's too painful even for me, big whump lover 😭😭 though seriously, there is not enough Robin whump, and while all the characters in the show are very whumpeable, hurting my little blorbo Robin feels special because... she's just so deeply lonely. She's lonely and she thinks she deserves to be because of something wrong with her (pulling this interpretation from Surviving Hawkins lore which is canon to me 😭). That was a big idea I had when I first came up with android!Robin... that there is something wrong with her. Broken. In this AU she's literally broken in a lot of way (battery and memory problems, weak joints in her lower half, etc), but that's all within the range of normal robot problems. The real issue with her is that she's sentient. It terrifies people because it really brings out the existencial horror of... well, existing. It terrifies Robin most of all. She is the problem. She is what's wrong with her. She shouldn't exist.

But at the same time, she loves being alive so much! She doesn't understand it and doesn't know how it happened, but it happened, and now she's real and wants to experience life and the world and know people like human beings do. So it's her constant battle to become human despite humans having hurt her so much in the past... only for Nancy to already see her as human. Just one made of metal and plastic, but human nonetheless. She's the first person to see her that way and maybe everyone else thinks she's crazy, but Nancy is used to that. She's so sure of this, though, of Robin's self-awareness. She trusts her so blindly. She doesn't even need proof. And not only does she believe her, but she defends her humanity in front of her friends and family so ardently, fighting so hard for Robin to be aknowledged by everyone else as human. Fighting so hard to give her a home and family for the first time in her life.

Nancy has it bad for Robin, really. She's just so in love, even if everyone else thinks she's crazy for falling in love with a machine (no one thinks she is, though, because they all know Robin, and once you know Robin, it's impossible not to love her).

[therobotmonster]

What do you get when the 6 Million Dollar Man and the Bionic Woman decide to pull a Brady Bunch and a Johnny Quest at the same time?

You Get the Bionic Six.

Impossible to find streaming in high quality anyplace, but a bunch of eps in pretty decent quality hit archive.org.

Decent animation, an earworm themesong that I am so frightened of I muted it while taking its screenshots. The Bionic Six is a lost 80s gem. Not like, a diamond or a sapphire, but like, at the very least a citrine, or a really nice tiger eye that's all polished up in a riverbed? Anyhow...

I joke about the premise. It's not Steve Austin, it's Jack Bennett. It's not Jaime Sommers, it's Helen Bennett. It was a serial number filing but it absolutely is someone's 6MDM and Bionic Woman fanfic where they got married and both had and adopted a bunch of bionic kids.

The story, however, involves Jack (already bionic) and his family getting irradiated by an alien spaceship (the 80s was a hell of a drug) in the Himalayas, with the family going comatose except for Jack, thus requiring the family's upgrades.

This explains why a bunch of children would be turned into cyborgs, but it does not explain why those upgrades came with superpowers. That seems to be down to the grandpa-figure of the group, Professor Dr. Amadeus Sharp Ph.D, which, I gotta say, that's a chef's kiss cartoon character name right there.

Putting both Professor and Doctor in front of your name is exactly what I'd expect from a guy that's like "these children are comatose... I think I'll give that one the magnetic repulsors..."

As for the family proper, you've got Bionic-1/Jack Bennet, the literal team dad who suspiciously has all the bionic powers you'd expect from Steve Austin, with a touch of Reed Richards gray on the temples.

You have, ahem, Mother-1/Helen Bennett, who doesn't have the Bionic woman's powers because they'd be redundant. But she is a lady in an 80s team cartoon so she's got... say it with me folks... psychic abilities!

Also, if I had a nickel for every brunette be-bobcuted supermilf in a red jumpsuit named Helen I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but it does lead to some obvious crossover concepts that the r34 community have thus far failed to provide. I'd commission something but, as established, I've only got the two nickels.

She also stands out by having a codename that is calculated to make villains deeply uncomfortable with using it, thus putting them on the back-foot. Just takes every deathtrap situation to a weird place.

Their (at least initially) biological children, Sport-1/Eric Bennett and Rock-1/Meg Bennett establish the pattern of there being a bionic kid for every interest. Sport-1 has magnetic attraction-repulsion powers, and uses lamposts like baseball bats all day, every day.

Rock-1 was literally designed to be cartoon Cyndi Lauper and has speakers built into her shoulders for sonic attacks. She is also super-speed runs the fastest.

IQ/J.D. Corey is adopted, and doesn't do the normal naming convention. He's an unusual character in 80s toon terms, as he's both the smartest member of the team (per the codename) but also has the most powerful super-strength. You don't get the smart AND strong combo that often, and you'd expect the Sport-1 to be physically strongest but it seems he's more the Mario of the team.

Karate-1/Bunjiro "Bunji" Tsukahara is a foster kid who got dragged into all of this, and has both the most greatly enhanced super-agility and also actually knows how to fight without powers.

They also have a robot ape named F.L.U.F.F.I. who wasn't in every episode.

The story structure is an 80s toyvertoon take on Johnny Quest, with the whole family having toyetic super-powers and vehicles, and instead of a cavalcade of one-off baddies, you get a recurrent cast lead by Dr. Scarab, who is Sharp's brother, and is after Sharp's superior bionic knowledge.

Mad science, not even once.

I have vague memories of Scarab's pursuit of 'trionic' technology, which assumed both that the 'bi' in bionic was for 'two' (reasonably understandable assumption) and that that if two was good, three was logically better, while never really establishing what third thing was being mixed in (baffling even to my childhood self).

On top of his drone robots, called "Cyphrons" (not Cylons, Battlestar Galactica Lawyers, cyphrons), Scarab had a host of modified goons, most of whom where combinations of dumb, strong, and ugly.

The main stand out being Madame-O, who is a cartoon femme fatale of the classic variety, who punctuates her sentences with 'Darling', uses a harp to shoot energy blasts, and can disguise herself as other people, because why be good at one thing when you can be confusing at several?

The animation is pretty good for the time period (It was a TMS animated show!) and it has that weird mix of self-aware and totally earnest that makes 80s cartoons fun.

It was, like most of them, an advertisement for action figures. In this case from LJN, the gimmick of which was they were G.I.Joes that were mostly made of die cast metal. A lot of the characters were pretty chunky, to the point that a FLUFFI could be bring down an assailant if you chucked it at 'em just right.

Oh, and the whole family could join hands to pull of Deus Ex Machina bullshit. It's a trip.

Go watch ya some cartoons.

[jocelynships]

Azalea finally has a design!

I inspired her off of 80s popstars like Cyndi Lauper! Originally I was gonna go with a 60s theme based off the genre of “sunshine pop”, but it wasn’t sticking. And as of now, her voice claim is Carly Rae Jepsen!

More about her + tag list below the cut!

Azalea, despite her being Poppy’s best friend and part of the Snack Pack, is relatively shy! She’s more on the soft spoken side and keeps to herself for the most part, even if she’s with the group. She’s closest with Poppy and Branch, as she feels like she can be her complete self around them!

She can be a bit spacey at times, zoning out and getting distracted easily, but she’s a loyal friend and is always looking out for those she cares about. She also gets overwhelmed easily, and when that happens she tends to clam up and hide if possible. Usually it’ll be behind Poppy, Branch is another option if she isn’t around.

In the first movie, she’s one of the trolls that gets taken by the chef. In the second movie, she’s with the snack pack when they hide from Queen Barb and go off to rescue Poppy at the end. She isn’t really present in the third movie but her story picks up after the events of it!

And like Poppy, she is also a big BroZone fan! They often spent time singing and dancing along to their music, even if by that time the band was broken up and no one knew what happened to each of the brothers. So when she finds out those are Branch’s brothers, she gets a little overwhelmed meeting them (she missed JD crashing the wedding for some reason I have not decided yet), but eventually she opens up to them and becomes close with them too! Especially considering she catches Bruce’s eye.

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Tag list!

@gible-love-nibles @frozenhi-chews @eldritchships @purple-jackett @eggsywifey @soulnottainted @amaltheasdreams @starsstruckpeaches @cherubdulce @wisp-herr

DM to be added or removed 🫶

[the-metal-pixie]

Well, this is me (This got kinda long mb 😭)

Rlly edgy cringe zombie metal fairy sona

Call me pixie, pixette or… I guess spacechild too?

She/her, gay girl, minor, yada yada

Anyways, sometimes I draw for fun and I’m sorta kinda good at it

Glad to be here, lots more fanart coming soon, I’m really grateful for everyone who’s been supporting me <3

I got a lot of really sweet and fun responses bfdsfghitrtgyhcu I don’t deserve this 🫶🫶🫶🫶

Never been in tumblr before so I’m still getting used to this

(No way I’m finishing this drawing- lazy)

Fun(?) facts yay

- I play guitar and violin

- My favorite metal genres are Thrash, power, neoclassical, glam, and recently started listening to death metal

- I have a pretty broad music taste, I have a soft spot for popular, pop if you will, music from the 1920s to 2000s

- I usually dress like I’m allergic to colors but sometimes I need to look like the girliest girl’s girl that ever girled in the world

- I like to pretend I’m this really hardcore stereotypical teen but I couldn’t hurt a fly if I wanted to (being fr rn, it would probably beat me up first)

- I discovered KISS during mid-pandemic but haven’t interacted much with the fandom until beginning of last year (when I started doing fanart). Read my first kiss fanfic at my worst new year all-nighter and haven’t recovered since

- I feel kinda bad for reading/making gay content when I’m not even attracted to men

- When I like something, I try to learn and remember as much as I can about it (I have great memory for these things but horrible for everything else, somehow not failing school)

- Speaking of, here’s some stuff I like (aka things I devote my time and energy to consume and can’t shut up about): Michael Jackson, KISS, the actual fking titanic, Sanrio (DONT LEAVE I promise I’m not one of THOSE people), internet horror, girly things, lost media, old Barbie movies, 2010s YouTube, Monster High g1, attractive women

- RANDOM TANGENT! List of attractive women I find attractive (no particular order except for the first one):

<<WINONA RYDER>>

Joann Jett

Natasha Lyonne

Amy Lee

Hayley Williams

Kristen Stewart

Cyndi Lauper

80s Xuxa

Ann and Nancy Wilson

Ace Frehley

- Favorite movies (Actually in order):

Titanic

But I’m a Cheerleader

Rocky (1976)

Grease (1978)

Wizard of Oz

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

- Ace made me want to pick up a guitar, wow, big deal, so original

- I legit thought he was a girl when I first saw him without makeup (There’s no way I was the only one, or maybe I’m just dumb)

Spacechild lore + Fanfic related stuff at the very end

I talked briefly about this on the previous post, but I have this story on the Spaceman and Starchild that I plan around while I’m sleeping (I don’t have anywhere to write it down but still remember all of it) can’t really explain how my brain works BUUT what I can do is tell you the story!

Since I can’t write, feel free to borrow or steal any of my ideas since I’m probably never using them (unless I decide to make an illustrated novel/webcomic or something, but don’t expect anything from me)

Starchild is a lonely alien living in what’s left of the only planet that used to orbit him before he became a Star being (basically a living star going boom supernova and transforming into a humanoid). His only “company” is a woman who visits him in his dream, to whom he refers to as The Elder (It’s kinda like a parent child relationship, she’s the star that “gave birth” to him, get it? Star-child? I’m really smart, I know). He can see the future but since nothing ever happens to him, there’s nothing to predict… UNTIL

He has a dream about laying down on a dark, grassy field staring up at the sky, as he usually did, but this time, the stars that were always so far away, appeared to be curiously looking back at him, eager to know what was going to happen. Among them, there was a bigger, brighter blue light that appeared to be coming towards him. Scared, he tried to reach out to the elder, but she didn’t answer, right before the light got to him, he woke up

After waking up, Starchild just brushed it off as a strange dream and decided to take a walk. He eventually found himself sitting on a familiar looking field, he looked up, but everything seemed normal except for an unusual light out in the distance who appeared to be getting closer. Is it a shooting star? Is it a spaceship? Is it a… COMET?

It crashed right beside him, and when he opened his eyes, there it was. A frozen ice rock sitting right beside him, but when he looked up at it, there was something, someone sitting on top of it

A strange man looked back at him with a smile

There’s more but It’s not completely set in stone, I just know I want Spaceman to take Starchild to see earth and have fun adventures with him + Catman and Fox

They were really close friends that like to travel together, then one day they got turned into animals by an ankh wizard while visiting Egypt (also not set in stone but I really want Vinnie to make an appearance)

After their shared traumatic experience, they become practically brothers, learning how to live with their powers and animalistic needs

I wanted to maybe add a Demon cameo but idk where he could fit 🤘

FAV FANFIC TROPES LETS GO

- Slow burns

-“There was only one bed”

- Denial

- Found family (if you couldn’t tell by this point)

- Characters with no grasp on social cues

- Height difference

- Hurt Comfort

Other fic ideas I think about but aren’t as developed as the previous one

- Spacechild raising a baby (Would probably take place after the first story if it happens to have a sequel)

- Actual superhero origin stories

- Spaceman accidentally clones himself and ends up with an opposite version of him (Basically Tommy and Ace as some kind of opposite twins)

- Re-writing of kiss meets the phantom (Even though it’s already perfect it the way it is)

- Fox and Catman backstory

This is finally over

It’s the 2nd time I’m writing this thing bcs my dumbass forgot to save it 🫶

Anyways If anyone read this whole thing, thank you

I have no idea how to end this 🤘

[hit-song-showdown]

Year-End Poll #38: 1987

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Lots of things happening this year. What I want to draw attention to first is the influx of glam metal (or hair metal). Heavy metal as a genre had existed for a few decades by this point, mostly branching off of the blues and psychedelic rock of the late 1960's. To avoid going on an overly-long tangent about metal, I'll leave it at that for now. Glam metal has its roots in the heavy metal sound while also (as the name would suggest) taking additional influences from the glam rock of the 1970's. MTV was very kind to this style of music, and glam metal reached a level of fame where you didn't have to be deep in the metal scene to be exposed to. Other subgenres like thrash and death metal would also grow in popularity around this time, but only to those who were aware of what was going on. Metallica would have to wait to breach the underground and MTV would probably have a hard time getting middle America on board with Necrophagia. So while there was a lot going on in metal throughout the 80s, there's a reason why when most people think of "80s metal", there's a very specific image that comes with that.

But that isn't to suggest that rock music in the mainstream was able to escape controversy by featuring more hairspray and less corpse paint, because there's another moment in music history that will culminate this year. In 1985, the PMRC (Parents Music Resource Center) put together a list called the "Filthy Fifteen", which listed fifteen songs thought to be inappropriate and damaging towards traditional family values. Songs on the list include Prince's Darling Nikki (which seemed to have raised the most ire out of the PMRC's co-founder, Tipper Gore), Mötley Crüe's Bastard, Twisted Sister's We're Not Gonna Take It, and Cyndi Lauper's She Bop. A senate hearing over the matter of explicit lyrics was held in 1985, with musicians Frank Zappa, John Denver, and Twisted Sister's Dee Snider speaking out in opposition to censorship. There is a lot behind this conflict, both inside the courtroom and outside, so I'm aware that I'm giving a very fly-over view of the events for the sake of this poll. I'll just mention that these hearings were sometimes dubbed "The Porn-Rock Hearings", the outcry from these concerned parents groups fit really well in Reagan's America, and Zappa gave this absolute bomb of a quote that has been sitting with me a lot as of late:

"Bad facts make bad law, and people who write bad laws are, in my opinion, more dangerous than songwriters who celebrate sexuality. Freedom of Speech, Freedom of Religious Thought, and the Right to Due Process for composers, performers and retailers are imperiled if the PMRC and the major labels consummate this nasty bargain."

There are so many good quotes, so I linked to the Full Video and Transcript

To make a long story unfortunately short, something of a compromise was reached by requiring musicians and labels to put "parental advisory" stickers on their albums, alerting potential consumers of the "objectionable" material within. Some musicians found the label as a loss for free speech and another example of the U.S. government deciding whose voices get to be considered moral or not. Other musicians predicted that the parental advisory sticker would only make their music more appealing to young people. You probably didn't need me to tell you this, but Tipper Gore and the PMRC did not stop the "moral downfall of America", if such a thing could even be quantified.

So now we all have little black and white stickers on our albums, yay. But this is far from the last time we'll see a major court case over music and obscenity. But we'll go over that next decade.

[hellfirecvnt]

Eddie smut please!

I’m thinking a fic based on the song sex from the 1975. Eddie and the reader are best friends and used to hang out every day until she got a boyfriend which Eddie is SUPER jealous of.

💕

Took me a second to get to this one, but I wanted it to be REALLY GOOD bc I love The 1975 and I love Eddie and I love you for being so supportive. 🥺❤ Also let me just tell you, I had SO much written and my phone died so I lost ALL OF IT. But we're back. We're trying again. Fuck.

I decided I love this prompt and I'm gonna make a series of this one specifically lmao. Once again, sorry it took so long. I almost gave up writing entirely after I lost my progress. 😂

She's Got a Boyfriend, Anyway.

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: smut at the end (+18, minors DNI), cheating, a lil bit of angst- I think, more?

It was the same routine everyday ever since you two met six years ago. You and Eddie spend every day, after school and weekends together. Aside from Hellfire, you're each other's only friend.

"Do you know Billy? Hargrove, I think?" You innocently ask, not thinking much of it.

"Hargrove? Yeah, guys a fucking dick." Eddie quips.

"I dunno, he seemed pretty sweet to me." You twirl your hair around your finger, watching the trees zoom past you as Eddie drives you both to his house.

"Oh, come on, Y/N. Don't tell me you're falling for that fake pretty-boy bullshit again." He laughs, referencing the fact that you dated Steve and got your heart broken within 5 months.

"Of course I'm not. I'm just, curious. He seems really nice, to me." A smile can't be helped from finding itself on your face.

"I'm nice to you. Why don't we just fuck in the back of the van right now?" Eddie furrows his brow dramatically, faking confusion for his perverted jokes.

"Shut up, idiot. I'm serious. I need your help picking out an outfit. He asked me out today." The last part of your sentence causes Eddie's smile to fall a bit. He may have hidden it behind an immature joke, but he was being serious too.

"Why would I know what Hargrove wants you to wear? What's wrong with the way you dress?" He questions.

"I don't know, man. I just want to look a little different. I don't want to look like-"

"A freak?" Eddie raises an eyebrow in an I see how it is fashion.

"No, I just want to look clean-cut. A little bit less like all I do is smoke weed and listen to music."

"But that is all you do." Eddie teases as he pulls into his driveway. "And if you want my fashion advice, my first suggestion is to stop stealing my shirts." He points to the worn band shirt draped over you. You roll your eyes and follow him to the front door of his trailer. Eddie's uncle is laying on the couch, looking a little pale.

"Wayne? Take the night off?" Eddie checks in. Wayne explains he's feeling sick so he took today off to recover.

"Hey, let's just hotbox the van. That way it doesn't get all smokey in here while Wayne's not feeling well." Your suggestion earns a thumbs up from Wayne. You've always been considerate like that, something he and Eddie both appreciate about you.

In the van, you climb past the seats, settling into the pile of blankets and various snack wrappers from when you and Eddie camp outside of concert venues for those barricade spots. Eddie follows close behind, eyes fixed on you as you get comfortable, kicking off your high tops and grabbing a magazine to flip through.

"You think Cyndi Lauper is like... Freaky? Like in bed?" You ask, still looking down at the bright red-haired woman's avant-garde makeup.

"She definitely either likes to be slapped around or likes to slap you around." A large, ring-clad hand takes the joint from his mouth and passes it to you. His jewelry catches the dim light of the back of the van.

While you hit the joint, Eddie flips through his many cassettes. He finally settles on Metallica's Kill Em All album, popping it into his radio. He relaxes into the moment, staring at you as he did every day for six years. He's slowly starting to figure out why it's his favorite past time, but for now he's just happy to be your friend.

"Do you think I should take my nose ring out for my date with Billy?" Your question shakes him from his daze and the mention of Billy's name causes his jaw to clench.

"Why would you do that?" Eddie's upper lip twitches in disgust. "He asked you out looking like this, why would you want to look different now?"

"I don't know, dude. I'm really fucking nervous." You cover your face with one hand, dragging it down. You're lying on your stomach, flipping through the magazine while your thoughts race. "He's coming to get me at 6 PM tomorrow." Eddie passes you the joint in a manner that says "shut up."

"Listen, can we change the subject? You're gonna make me sick." His voice comes out a little meaner than he intended, but he's too awkward to know how to fix it. Your eyes widen and you attempt to soften the tension.

"You're right," you laugh. "I tend to ramble a lot." Your face is flushed slightly with the tiniest hint of embarrassment because you didn't mean to get carried away. Noticing your shift, he wants to punch himself in the face.

"Uh, here! Let's smoke two joints and see who smokes theirs faster." Eddie shoves a joint between your fingers.

"You're on, Munson." You wait for him to finish rolling a second joint and you both lean into one lighter so you start smoking at exactly the same time. There were other lighters, y'all just aren't that smart.

As each of you pulls on your joints to get the cherry started, Eddie looks up from the flame, directly into your eyes. It takes a second for you to notice, but you look up, meeting his gaze. He doesn't move or blink, so you give a small smile around your joint. You lower the lighter after a second, having sufficiently lit the joints.

The contrast of the lighter going out shakes Eddie from his trance. The rest of the hang-out was casual and nothing short of your usual day together. Talking about sex, drugs, music, and occasionally DnD. Hours pass before you finally check your watch.

"Holy shit, Eddie. It's 10 o'clock!" You jump up from the soft blankets in the van. "I gotta go, I have to go to sleep soon or I'm gonna look dead tomorrow."

"Hop up front. I'll take you home." Eddie offers as if it's not your only way of getting home. The second you get in your door, you drag Eddie to your room.

"Please help me pick out an outfit, Eddie. It'll be so fast." You tug on the sleeve of his leather jacket. He rolls his eyes and hesitantly agrees. You scramble through your closet looking for something with the least amount of rips and tears. "What about this?" You hold up a dress you've never worn because it's periwinkle and you're not with it.

"A dress? Y/N, seriously?" Again, meaner than he intended. You once again did that thing you do when you're embarrassed and just try to smile the blush away, agreeing with whatever is being said to you.

"You're right, you're right. Um-" It was apparent in your voice that you were getting angry.

"Hey, Y/N-" Eddie attempt to meet your downcast eyes.

"Eddie, you can leave because I can tell you don't want to do this. I know you don't care about the date, and I know you hate Billy, so it was kind of shitty of me to ask you to help me. You're just," you stop to toss your hands up, defeated and dramatic. "My only friend and I like having your opinion on things."

Eddie could explode right now. He could punch himself directly between his own two eyes. No one has ever bitten their tongue as hard as he wished he'd bitten his just seconds ago. He stares at you apologetically, lips pressed tightly together in a speechless, straight line.

"Dude, I'm sorry. Let me help you, I was being a dick." Eddie start rummaging through your clothes.

"It's fine, man. I'm just nervous, I'm sorry." You look at the floor, defeated after your little outburst.

"Shut up, try this on." Eddie tosses you a random top. This is how all of your apologies went, ever since you met. They're almost instant. You've never had a "fight" last longer than a few hours.

You try the top on and it's perfect. Flattering in all the best ways, making you feel hot and comfortable. You pair it with a go-to pair of flared jeans and call it a night. Eddie waves and flashes a toothy grin as he exits out your window. He doesn't even actually need to use the window, he just likes to.

Back at his trailer, Eddie tosses and turns with anger. He didn't care that you had a date, he didn't care that it was with Hawkins's number one womanizer, he knew you could take care of yourself. He was mad because it wasn't him taking you on that date.

The next day Eddie wakes up feeling like he hasn't slept at all. His dreams were consumed with pictures of you, naked on his bed, reading your magazines and getting high. Just the memory of the dream is enough for him to wake up hard.

He shoves those thoughts to the back of his mind and checks the clock. Noon. Not bad for a weekend. Eddie throws the blankets back over his head and falls back asleep, silently hoping for more dreams of you.

Your date with Billy is in just a few hours, so you're getting ready in advance just in case. In case of what, you ask? You don't know. You're just really nervous. Billy picks you up and the two of you head off to the movies.

By the end of your date, you're officially Billy Hargrove's girlfriend. The way he asked was so perfect and romantic, you don't even know where to start. Your first instinct is to call your best friend and tell him everything, but then you remember how annoyed it made him before. So you hang up the phone before dialing and head to your bedroom.

Eddie wakes up, again, and checks the clock. 10 PM.

"Oh, shit." Eddie jumps up and runs to the living room. "Wayne, did Y/N call?"

"Nah, no calls. You sleep all Saturday?" Wayne's voice carries worry.

"Yeah, I don't wanna talk about it. I'll see you later." Eddie calls as he heads out to his van. A short trip later, he arrives at your house. This time using the window because he has to. He taps on it a little before just opening it as wide as possible.

"HOLY SHIT!" You yell having woken up to a dark, broad shouldered figure climbing through your window.

"You should really lock your windows, Y/N. I could've had ulterior motives." Eddie winks in the moonlight leaking through the window.

"Fuck, dude. What are you doing here? It's like 11 o'clock." You rub your eyes.

"It's 10:15 and I just wanted to see how the date went, damn." Eddie drops onto your bed. "So how'd it go?" Eddie smiles over your sleepy face.

"He asked me to be his girlfriend." You gush, blushing and fluttering your tired eyes. "We're seeing each other again tomorrow!"

"That's awesome, wow." Eddie works hard to sound excited for you, but he feels sick to his stomach. Seeing you this happy is enough for him to keep his comments to himself, though. For now.

Eddie turns to look at you, but you've already fallen back asleep. He watches you for a moment, regretting his choice to come here because this news is going to eat him alive when he tries to sleep tonight. Not to mention him already sleeping all day today.

The next day, you don't see each other. The day after that, the same. Billy steals you away every chance he gets. He knows you and Eddie are best friends, and he's hoping to help you realize there are more people to hang around than the local freak.

Two whole weeks pass and the only time Eddie sees you is at Hellfire. It's Friday again and you've arrived at Hellfire before anyone else, except Eddie, of course.

"Hey, man. I'm really excited for this finale!" You beam at him, causing his heart rate to rise.

"I'm glad you've still been able to make it considering you're always so busy." Eddie teases.

"I know, I'm sorry. We should hang out tonight!" Your suggestion catches Eddie off guard. "I'll tell Billy I'm riding home with you."

"Sounds great," Eddie smirks, basking in the idea of you telling Billy you can't hang because you're going to Eddie's. Hellfire club dismisses and you follow Eddie out to his van. Outside the doors, Billy is waiting, leaning against his Camaro.

"Hey, babe," Billy's smooth voice wraps around you like a rope, drawing you into him. "You ready to go?"

"Actually, I'm hanging out with Eddie tonight." You point to Eddie next to his van. "I haven't seen him in a few weeks, so I-"

"But you see him at Hellfire, don't you?" Billy, visibly bothered, folds his arms across his chest.

"Well, yeah. But that's like- it's not like hanging out. We're killing things and he's playing God." You struggle to explain.

"So you're just gonna go over to some guy's house, at night, instead of seeing your boyfriend?" Billy was starting to raise his voice ever so slightly.

"Whoa, man. I've known him for six years." You shake your head in shock.

"Whatever, if you're acting single tonight, I can do the same." And with that, he slides into his car and drives off. He makes sure to squeal the tires as he creates more distance between you. You scoff before shaking your head and walking over to Eddie.

"The fuuuuck was that?" Eddie tries to hide a giggle, giddy knowing he makes Billy so jealous.

"I don't know, dude. But it was kind of hard to watch." You laugh, causing Eddie's laugh to finally escape. The two of you crack up over Billy's little performance before heading back to Eddie's.

"He's literally never done that before. It was so weird. And he's fully aware that we see each other every day, he's never once made it a thing." You pass the joint to Eddie. With your legs extended across his mattress, you propped yourself up on his pillows. Fully occupying the bed.

"That's so fucking weird, man. I've heard he's a little insane." Eddie sits at the end of his bed, practicing chords on his acoustic guitar.

"I don't think he's insane. I just don't understand why he reacted that way." Your eyes remain glued to the page even after you feel Eddie's gaze on you. "What?" You finally look up at him.

"Just... Kinda sounds like you're defending him for no reason. You know, like you did before." He raises his eyebrows.

"Eddie, I-" you start, but you're cut off by car doors outside. You both rush to the blinds to peek, being nosy busybodies, but not giving a shit. That's when you notice Billy's car in the driveway of another trailer that he definitely doesn't live in.

"That's uh... That's Natalia's house." Eddie speaks nervously, knowing Natalia is well known at your school for... Let's just say, stealing boyfriends. As Billy approaches the door, he turns as if he knows you see him and winks at you with a big, gorgeous, evil grin. He disappears behind the door without a word.

"Well, damn." You stare in shock. "Good thing it's only been a few weeks, but damn."

"That was... A lot. You okay?" Eddie places a hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm not too worried about it." You shrug. Eddie scans your features for any kind of emotion, there doesn't seem to be any.

"Okay..." Eddie draws the word out. "Well, you uh... You acting single tonight?" He side-eyes you.

"Munson," you place a playful hand on your chest as if you're offended. "Feeling bold?" You raise an eyebrow, caught off guard by his question, but you can't deny the excitement it ignited in your stomach.

"Just seems a little unfair, that's all." He shrugs, carefully making his way closer to you.

"I guess so." You bite your lip. Your eyes are locked on your shoes until you feel two large hands gripping your shoulders. You look up to see Eddie gazing down at you with half-lidded, dark brown eyes.

"Let me," Eddie takes a deep breath. "Let me make you feel single." He chuckles into your ear.

"H-How do you plan on going that, Eddie?" You stutter through quickening breaths. Eddie is so close to you, you can barely keep him in focus.

"By fucking your pretty little brains out." His voice comes out in a low growl, sending chills down your spine to the heat building between your legs.

"Slow down, honey." You quip, backing him up and shoving him onto the couch. He stares up at you expectantly, an awe-struck look plastered across his face as he awaits your next move. You keep eye contact with him as you pull your hair back into a messy bun, kneeling between Eddie's legs.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie's voice is nothing less than a desperate huff of breath while he watches your hands slide up his inner thighs to his belt. You focus intently on the handcuff-shaped buckle, unfastening his pants and pulling back his boxers.

Your eyes widen as his erection springs past the elastic of his underwear. Losing all self-control, you grab his length and take him as far as possible down your throat.

"Holy shit," he grabs a fist full of your hair. "Just like that." He throws his head back, moaning into the emptiness of the trailer. You quicken your pace, earning louder moans and involuntary hip bucking.

Eddie pulls your mouth off his cock, tossing you onto the couch, effectively trading your places. He begins eagerly grabbing at your shirt and the button on your pants, but you stop him. You place your hands on his and hold them still, contemplating.

"I mean, we don't have to do this. I don't want to keep you from doing what you were doing, but if we're doing anything, we might as well just fuck." Eddie's words fill you with the most confusing feelings, but most of all, lust. He's right, Billy's at Natalia's most definitely cheating on you, you'll probably be done with him after this anyways. Might as well fuck your best friend.

You wrap your fingers around the collar of his jean vest and pull his lips into yours. He instantly kisses back, nipping lightly at your bottom lip with his teeth. Each gentle bite is closely followed by sweet, breathy moans from your chest. Eddie melts more and more with each high-pitched sound.

Eddie continues undressing you, audibly aroused more and more as you become exposed completely. He bites his fist watching you slide your delicate hand down to play with yourself for him.

"Somebody's needy," he chuckles, watching you intently. You circle your middle finger around your clit a few times before plunging your finger deep inside you. You and Eddie moan at nearly the same time.

"Don't make me wait all night, Eddie." Your low, sultry voice forces his hand onto his cock. He strokes himself, eyeballing the way your hands move to pleasure yourself.

"I think you'll be okay, sweetheart. Keep going." He towers over you, his rough voice cascading down to you like boulders down a hill. You do as he says, continuing to touch yourself while he does the same. You start fingering yourself faster, gasping lightly as your orgasm approaches.

Suddenly, your arm is yanked away.

"No!" You cry, replacing the hand with your other one only for it to be yanked away too. He pins both of your wrists above your head, positioning himself at your entrance. Your orgasm is quickly dissipating with nothing to rub against your aching clit.

"Just... Wait... A little... More..." Eddie hovers over you, one hand holding your wrists, the other sliding the head of his cock up and down your drenched folds. You writhe and squirm, desperate for contact, begging him to fuck you already. "Okay," he smiles deviously before slamming into you, hard.

"Eddie!" You moan as he glides in and out of you, low growls rumbling from his lips. His guitar pick necklace dangles in your face, brushing against the tip of your nose with each impaling thrust.

"You're so God damn tight, Y/N." His words are broken up by small grunts as he fucks you. "It's fucking unbelievable" You can't help but smile at his praise, happily taking all of him despite the dull pain of being stretched out so abruptly.

"I never thought I'd be hearing you say that to me, Eddie. Gotta be frank." You joke, still getting dicked into oblivion.

"I did," he winks, picking up his pace. Your moans get louder and louder, the pit in your stomach doubling by the second. Sweat clings to the curls around his face, securely gluing them to his jawline. Still fucking you, he rises up straight and sheds his jacket/vest before nearly tearing the shirt off his body.

He returns to his position over you, never breaking his stride. Sweat glistens down his body as his back curves and arches as he slams into you. Your breath begins to hitch in your chest from your orgasm building up.

"Eddie, I-I'm gonna-" he cuts you off with a hard kiss. He throws your legs over his shoulders, hungrily grabbing at your thighs as he fucks you over the edge. You arch your back as the waves of pleasure shoot through your core. You drench Eddie's pelvis in the evidence of your arousal, but he doesn't stop fucking you.

Instead, he flips you onto your stomach. He grips the hair on the back of your head and pulls roughly to get you to assume an all-fours position. You follow his silent directions and he slips himself back in your fucked out hole.

"Fuuuuuck," he sighs as he slides into you. "So fucking good." He mewls out above you, fucking harder and deeper into your pussy with each thrust. You try to protest, tell him it's too much, but he buries your face in the cushion and continues chasing his high.

"Eddieeee!" You scream, suddenly cumming yet again.

"Shut up, just a little more." He huffs angrily, stone focused on the way your back flexes as you fight to hold yourself up. You're a weak, fucked out mess by now, still taking his hard cock. High-pitched whines and cries leak past your lips as he continues, very suddenly picking up his speed at the last second.

"Oh my God, Eddie please!" You cry into the cushion. He thrusts a few times more before pulling out and finishing all over your round ass. Your legs finally collapse and you're laying face down, hair a mess, covered in sweat and cum that isn't your boyfriend's.

"Holy shit," Eddie fights to catch his breath.

"Have fun?" That's all you can say through your dicked down haze.

"Yeah," he sighs. "A lot better than I ever imagined it." He chuckles.

"How many times have you imagined it?" You raise, quizzically.

"Lots and lots of times, Y/N." He shines his famous downturned smile and winks. You feel the blood rise quickly in your cheeks.

[bowiebond]

Do you have some Chrissy/Billy HC? how do they know each other?what is their first impression? first kiss? 😘

- They met in high school! Billy was on the basketball team after all. He’s gonna notice the cheerleaders eventually, if to at least catalogue which one is most likely to get flustered by his flirting but be too prudish to go home with him. After his debut he’s less inclined to fuck around. He’s a romantic guy at heart beneath it all and meaningless sex gets boring. He also doesn’t have enough energy to pursue anyone with the shit going on his life, so he doesn’t. Just flirts and teases so people still think he’s a hot shot.

- Chrissy isn’t cheer captain yet, and not dating Jason either. So when Billy approaches her and goes on about how amazing her routine was, of course she gets shy and flustered over it. Billy is attractive, very much so, though she’d never date him. Her mother would throw a fit, dating a boy like Billy, even if he was popular, he was a slacker in school, drove a loud car with loud music, and lived on the poorer end of town.

- Billy thinks she’s actually kind of cute when he talks to her. Assumes she’ll be a ditz or a secret bitch, but she’s just…sweet. Genuinely. It’s kind of a shocker. She compliments his game too, but admits he’s a little rough on the court. That he shouldn’t play for dirty. Billy just laugh.

- Neither mean to start orbiting each other. But their gaze finds the other and it’s hard to look away from the sweetest cheerleader around or the King of Hawkins.

- Chrissy picks up his eraser in art class, smiles coyly and giggles when Billy smirks at her, taking it back with a wink and moves his stool closer to take a peak at her work.

- it keeps happening. Chrissy will bump into him in the corridor, Billy will return the spare scrunchie that fell off her wrist, they’ll see each other around town and give a little wave, Billy with a tongue between his teeth and a grin and Chrissy ducking her head with giddy laughter and walking away with her squealing friends.

- Eventually, Billy can’t stop thinking about her and decides to take the leap. Slips her note in class like their middle schoolers and hides a grin beneath his palm at her gasp. Chrissy looks at him with wide eyes, cheeks pink and he nods to it, awaiting her answer. She practically scrambles for a pen, and right before she ticks the YES box, she pauses. Because Billy is still not boyfriend material to her mother even if he makes Chrissy’s heart race like one should.

- In a strike of rebellion, Chrissy ticks YES anyway and passes it back, kicking her feet with butterflies in her stomach. Billy makes a show of unfolding it and gasping like she had and she laughs so loud they get caught by the teacher. Which is how everyone finds out how romantic but lame Billy really is and that he’s now dating Chrissy - the new Queen of Hawkins.

- Chrissy still gets shy, gets flustered easily, but that doesn’t stop Billy from being in her space constantly. Holding her hand, arm around her, holding her as they lean against the lockers and talk in low whispers and soft giggles.

- Billy takes her for a joyride in the Camaro, and expects to scare her with his loud music and speeding, but she’s laughing after she screams in surprise at the sudden acceleration, holding her seatbelt and giggling from the adrenaline. She prefers Madonna and Cyndi Lauper and Elvis, only because her father plays him constantly in the house, but after her wide eyed surprise at the crude lyrics and the vibrations that ran through the car, he finds heavy metal isn’t that bad. She likes her pink and blue sweaters, her white tennis skirts and sneakers, but she can still headbang with her boyfriend when they’re out.

- Their first kiss is at Skull Rock. Billy didn’t actually plan on doing anything if she didn’t want to, he was just teasing (even if it had been a three weeks and they still hadn’t kissed, though Chrissy loved pecking his cheek before running off to practice). But he got her up on that rock and she practically threw herself at him, misplaced and eager. He laughs, poor timing, but it was cute and she was so obviously inexperienced. Turns out she had one boyfriend before in middle school but they only lasted a month and pecked or pressed their lips, closed mouth, for an awkwardly long time.

- Billy has fun teaching his girl how to make out, the cheerleader perched in his lap and hands in his curls. Chrissy doesn’t really wear lipgloss, but it makes her giggle when she notices that Billy does. “Now we can just share!” She insists when he gets huffy at the attention drawn to it. It puts him at ease at least.

- Chrissy’s a good girl. Everyone knows it. She’s shy and sweet and always offering a helping hand. But Billy makes her think very bad things and he doesn’t even have to do much. He’s just unfairly attractive and attentive, and the combo makes any woman a mess.

- making out against lockers is a bad habit and they get caught more than once, which always leaves Chrissy as red as a tomato.

- When Chrissy’s mother finds out, she throws a fit and demands she dump him and date someone more respectable, but Chrissy puts her foot down and ends up running out after the argument. She’ll be back when she’s cooled off, but for now she’s mad and upset and needed out of the house. Thankfully Billy was driving around after a row with his own dad and picks her up off the side of the road before someone else does.

- they park at the quarry and talk a long while, and Billy admits his dads an asshole but not that he’s abusive, and Chrissy admits her mom is the same, constantly berates her and picks at her weight. Chrissy has a good cry as Billy holds her and they fall asleep in his backseat. Billy wakes up with a painful ache in his neck, but it’s worth it to wake up to his loose-haired angel against his chest, who’s not a morning person surprisingly.

- They do that more than once. Talking and falling asleep in the Camaro. To the point where Billy packs a pillow and blankets in the trunk so his girl doesn’t freeze as it gets colder.

- Chrissy asks about the bruises when Neil wallops him a dark one on his eye and Billy admits softly that it was his old man. But that’s his tough, he can handle him, that he rarely punches him, just smacks him around sometimes. That’s all.

- “You don’t deserve that, Billy…” Chrissy’s crying on his behalf and it takes everything in him not to cry too at the gentle touches to his face, avoiding the bruise. “I’m sorry you have to deal with that. Your dad’s a massive asshole.” He laughs because she rarely swears and it sounds so wrong when she does. “You’re his kid. You deserve so much better.”

- Billy’s the one to cry into her chest that night, and she doesn’t complain about how heavy he is because it’s kind of comforting to know he’s close and safe with her.

- it takes them a while to sleep together surprisingly. Billy’s all for it, but Chrissy is concerned over her body. If he’ll find her attractive, if he’ll think she’s a pig too. Also, she’s expected to wait til marriage, and it would be really bad if she didn’t, right? Though, she already masturbates more than she should, which is not at all, so if she’s going to hell, it’s a little too late, right? Plus…she can see Billy and her lasting. There’s no point in waiting if Billy ends up being her husbands one day anyway, right?

- Billy has fun disproving her mothers words and finding loopholes for a while. Slips his head under her skirt after they drive out to the quarry to distract her from the most recent comment from her mother at dinner and whatever bullshit his dad spat that evening.

- Billy’s very attracted to Chrissy, but it’s not so much her weight or body shape. He likes her blond hair and pretty eyes and pink lips, likes her giggles and gasps, the way her hand feels in his hair when he eats her out, how her chest heaves after she orgasm, nipples red and shiny from his mouth.

- Chrissy is the one to push learning how to reciprocate, and Billy almost blows his load instantly when she reaches over the console to unbuckle his belt while he’s driving. He has to pull over as not to crash and focus on showing her how to suck dick properly without choking or teeth.

- When Billy gets his job as a lifeguard, Chrissy can’t hold back anymore. Maybe it’s the older women constantly flirting with him, or the tan coming back, or how good he looks in just trunks and a whistle, but she needs him carnally. Now.

- Chrissy creates an impromptu date after one of his shifts, still smelling of sunscreen and chlorine, dressed in dry red trunks and a crop top. Takes him to the quarry and lays the blankets out all nicely like they’re going to gaze at the stars like they sometimes do, and climbs into his lap the moment he lays down.

- Billy’s happy to have her there, but it is a bit of a shock when she pulls back from a dizzying kiss to shyly ask if he wants to “go all the way” like she hadn’t pounced him. And he does. He’s wanted to fuck her for months but waited because she wasn’t ready, and that was fine. He’s a big boy.

- He acts like a birthday boy when she strips down to her under garments, lacy pink bra and strawberry underwear that makes him drool. He’d eat her out if she wasn’t so inclined to getting his pants off. She gets a tad anxious under his gaze, but he lays on the compliments thick.

- “you’re gorgeous” and “fuck, flexible, huh?” and “I love your hair out” and “come kiss me, princess, I miss your lips.” He wants her to know he loves her, her body too, but mostly her.

- it’s what leaves his lips when he cums, a breathless “god, I love you” that makes Chrissy’s heart leap and her ears burn as she buries her face in his shoulder and repeats it back, truly meaning it.

- Billy definitely fears Chrissy leaving him after that. He was mildly concerned before, but now that he’s said those three words, oh he’s terrified. Punches Jason right in the face when he catches him trying to hit up his girlfriend.

- it makes him maybe a…tad irrational. Jealous and mood foul when he thinks she’s pulling away. Chrissy is scared she’s done something wrong until Billy mumbles one night, maybe a bit drunk, that he wants them to be together forever. That she’s made him happy for the first time in a decade.

- Chrissy reassured him a lot after that. That she loves him, implies that they could go to the same college, or he could work near hers if he didn’t want to go. They get get a place together, away from Neil and her mother.

- it’s exactly what they do after they graduate. They stow away in the middle of the night with Chrissy’s college acceptance to UCLA and the plans of just paying off the loan themselves. Billy will find work and they can live together in California, he can show her his childhood town.

- it’s a little tougher than that, a little stressful, but they’re away from their abusers, Chrissy and Billy can recover, and they’re doing it surrounded in each other’s love.

- Billy proposes to her the moment they move into their new place. Gives her his mothers pendant instead of a ring because it means more than any ring could. “I’ll get a real one when we get married.”

- Chrissy cries but it’s happy tears, and Billy swears then and there that he’d cherish his wife unlike his father, treat her right, and any children they had would never have a hand laid on them or their confidence shredded before they could even build one.

[hawkinshellraiser]

@ems-roleplay-blog

"I assure you that we didn't go rob a bank. You'd be my first call if I ever decided to do something like that. Ride or die, Robbie." The conversation died off after that, even if it was only for a few moments. Cyndi Lauper continued to blare into the car, filling up the void of the silence. But even though, it was kind of starting to kill him. "Okay, look. Maybe, possibly, potentially something else happened last night." He was half-focused on the words coming out of his mouth, and half-focused on trying not to grip the steering wheel so tight it made it hard to move. "And if I were to possibly tell you about that thing, that very hypothetical thing, you would be sworn to silence and you have to think for at least five seconds before you say anything."

"The bat bites? The bat bits made you have sex with him?" She was still a little behind in the storyline, the cogs still turning in her head as she tried to process everything that he had told her. "You don't have to look so... I don't know. You don't have to look so much like I'm going to slap you." She carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, her face softening. "Okay, um... That's... good? Is that good?" She furrowed her eyebrows. "You don't seem thrilled about it. How come?" He hadn't smiled once since she'd said it, and she couldn't tell if that was because he was worried that she would call him a freak, or if he was having regrets about it.

Robin perked up immediately, swallowing down the impulsive urge to say some kind of ‘I told you so.’ “Okay. Okay,” she said, taking a few careful breaths. “Yes. Completely hypothetically I will be very quiet and won’t say anything until you wanted me to, and when I did say something I would think very carefully about it first,” she said, turning towards him in her seat and putting her hands on the center console. “Whatever that hypothetical thing is I promise it’s not gonna make me think anything less of you, okay? You’re my best friend in the whole world and I don’t really think much can change that.”

Eddie groaned, loud and dramatic as he thumped his head back against Steve’s headboard. “I don’t know. It was like the bat bites had, like, horny juice in their spit or something. It just kind of happened.” He picked his head up quickly, shaking it in protest. “Oh no. No, trust me. I’m fucking thrilled. It’s just…”

He crossed his legs underneath him, fidgeting his hands in his lap. “I’m getting the impression that Steve doesn’t know I’m gay. Which is kind of crazy cause I thought everyone did. But I don’t want him to, like, freak out when he does find out. Not that I think he’s homophobic or anything. But… I don’t know. I think he feels a lot differently about it than I do, and I don’t want how I feel about it to freak him out.”

[tonyglowheart]

trying to decide if I like Andrea's Boleyn best because that was the first one I meaningfully saw so it's like, primacy effect, or if I rly do prefer her portrayal like the thing is. I really do like her take on it, I think she balanced the comedy of the role really well. her portrayal is like the one I feel like I can argue that the archetype they're playing for Anne in SIX is like the Marilyn Monroe dumb blonde "say, they told me you were stupid!"

like, she somehow infuses a like note of irony to her comedy that makes it like oooh she's PLAYING dumb, not actually dumb! Even the part when she's like, I don't get it. I guess sort of like the Paris Hilton persona/voice thing she does? But yeah I feel like the West End versions I've seen with the HAH for the (politics) not my thing is like... too much. like overcompensating ig? I dunno I just don't feel like it works for me.

also I think I just rly like the Cyndi Lauper Girls Just Wanna Have Fun vibe more than the Avril Lavigne Girlfriend vibe (sorry, I don't know the British reference so I can only use this) that it seems like the UK performances tend to have, just seems to fit a play on AB better. And also I think gives a more... mature Anne? Like I mean don't get me wrong, she still has youthful energy, and is still impetuous and all of that. But just, I think the West End version just reads TOO young for me. I see comments where ppl say "oh it makes her seem like the youngest of the bunch!" and just, I don't love that.

Anyways also, I think Andrea gives fantastic rocker chick at the climax, and her I'M NOT SORRY is amaazing showstopping breathtaking, changed the scene. I think starting in that more, like, "why mister, I couldn't POSSIBLY"/OOPS I did it again coyness with a note of irony to it, and then going to unapologetic rocking out really gave an arc to the song that like, had it go somewhere. Whereas the more rocker rebel vibe Anne's just come off a bit too one-note for my taste.

And also the way she poses at the very end for the spotlight lmao, very simple elegant straight on with a Mona Lisa smile. just beautiful, stunning. you really don't need to do a whole lot to make a ton of impact. The queens I've seen who do that sort of rocker pose at the end, I think it sort of skews the spotlight so it's not just singled on their face anymore, they're casting shadows on their face with their angle choices. But yeah I think Andrea's Anne, she takes us on a whole arc and story and by the end, you're like... ooh damn okay maybe she IS all that, maybe she IS fitter, she has the je ne sais quoi obviously she miscalculated but it's not ALL youthful arrogance

[xxxg0ryygurlll13xxx]

roman empire post abt parental advisory stickers

so the whole reason for parental advisory stickers is essentially one woman, Tipper Gore. She decided after hearing her 11 year old child listening to purple rain that that song and many others were obscene and shouldnt be sold. She and her group came up w the Filthy Fifteen which was 15 songs that they labeled as completely objectable. Songs like "bastard" by Motley Crue, "Were Not Gonna Take it" By twisted sister, and "She bop" by Cyndi Lauper. while she did get a lot of support she was also hated by rock and roll fans, record shop owners, and musicians everywhere. She ultimately won her battle however as we all know her plan really kinda failed, not only cause of the internet but also because even then people would still buy the records regardless. Most people disagreed with her sentiments as not only would they not work but they were also argued as censorship and going against freedom of speech and expression. Very famous artists and bands like Motley Crue, Prince, AC/DC and others came out against Tipper and her organization (Parents Music Resource Center). However the PMRC was supported finacially by some rather big names like Joseph Coors of Coors beer, and The beach boys oh yea and shes Al Gores wife. This win ultimately fed the fuel on the videogames cause violence fire and helped create the PG-13 movie rating, and needing a parents permission if not 17+ to buy a MA/R rated video game. It also fueled the satanic panic by demonizing rock and roll, goth and metal genres arguing that all their lyrics were about the occult.

^Mary Elizabent "Tipper" Gore

[bipherpol]

I can tell that you're enjoying writing this! I love every single thing about it! Is Robin saying no to Lucci because she wants to kill Spandam herself, but after she lets Franky get his hits in? Who figures out that Robin likes Franky first: Robin or Lucci? Those are all great songs! I have three songs this time, of all different genres, so you're not alone in this! "Flesh and Blood" by Johnny Cash, "All Through the Night" by Cyndi Lauper ("stray cat" = Lucci!), and "First" by Cold War Kids.

she's saying no to lucci because she thinks it's not particularly worth it at that moment, because this is just after they've arrived so, while obnoxious, spandam hasn't been too awful. but lucci's patience is actually fairly terrible and robin looks as annoyed as he feels, so. might as well get rid of the source of the annoyance, right? (there is a solid minute or two where robin does actually consider it. but she doesn't think it's worth the effort right then. however, when spandam finds out about lucci being her brother and decides to try holding him hostage.... well. rip, spandam.) (not really, he survives, but barely and with the fear of god put into him by robin.) (again, hell hath no fury like a worried older sibling.)

as for robin liking franky, lucci, 100%. it was a thing when they were kids that lucci was always better at reading people, especially robin. twenty years of trauma, emotional repression and definite mental health issues later, it's more or less the same and he's just like "the cyborg? really?" while she just chokes on her tea and is like "excuse me, what" "you like him" "...no i don't" "wow, you really are still awful at lying to me." "do we need to talk about paulie?" "...shutting up."

ooh johnny cash and cyndi lauper i love them.

okay so this time, i know it's kpop but a: it's a good song and b: the (translated) lyrics give me Vibes SO "shotgun" by gugudan, "heaven or worse" by mwk (also sorta their song "stuck under wheels"), "songs for teenagers" by the gaslight anthem aaaand "true believer" by the clarks. i'm sorry for how obscure that got but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[unravellingsilencehq]

Prompts for Miray Weasley

SONGS ON MIRAY WEASLEY'S MIXTAPE COULD BE...

"When I grow up, I'm gonna be happy and do what I like to do. Like making noise and making faces and making friends like you. And when we grow up, do you think we'll see. That I'm still like you and you're still like me?" - When We Grow Up, Diana Ross (1973) [x]

As the youngest of three, Miray had always had her brothers with her. FURKAN POLAT [sibling] and GORKEM POLAT [sibling] have always been her protectors, her guides, her mischevious partners in crime. They never let her fall behind and were always there to make sure she had some fun, you could write about their relationship. Was there a time when she felt like they might give up on her as their parents did or had she always known they'd have her back? Is the dynamic still the same as when they were kids or have things changed as they've grown up?

"That's all they really want. Some fun. When the workin' day is done. Oh girls, they wanna have fun. Oh girls just wanna have fun." - Girls Just Want to Have Fun, Cyndi Lauper (1983) [x]

It took some time and exploring but once Miray entered the doors of Hogwarts, she blossomed into very outgoing student. Willing to welcome any student as her friend, making sure everyone was taken care of, being that shoulder to cry on. But despite always lending a hand to anyone in need, DORIS PURKISS [best friend] and GRACE HAYWOOD [best friend] were her people. Having been used to having brothers all her life, you can write about how Miray feels about her friends. Was their any moments of their friendship that Miray looks fondly on, was there a moment when she was unsure of putting herself out there and making friends?

“I decided long ago. Never to walk in anyone's shadows. If I fail, if I succeed. At least I'll live as I believe. No matter what they take from me. They can't take away my dignity." - Greatest Love of All, Whitney Hudson (1985) [x]

It may have hurt her when it happened, but Miray has taken her disownment in stride. She does not regret falling in love with ARTHUR WEASLEY [husband], she does not regret falling pregnant with his child, and she certainly does not regret marrying the love of her life. Even if her parents are refusing to accept that she is happy and satisifed with Arthur. You can write about Miray's feelings shifting from knowing her place as a Polat in society to her new life as a Weasley. How does Miray really feel knowing her parents want nothing to do with her? Is she happy to be free of the Sacred Twenty Eight values or is it bittersweet, knowing there's a missing piece?

[truthshield]

Jessica Spires combines love of art and business

MILLERSPORT – “I was a boisterous artist,” stated Jessica Spires. “A loud dresser. I wrote plays and had friends perform them. I painted and sketched all the time. My grade card always came home with ‘talks in class.’ I loved music and the arts. Sang in the choir. I dreamed about being a pop star like Cyndi Lauper, Boy George, Madonna, Diamond Dave. MTV generation. I loved getting ideas for art and taking in all the music,” recalled for former Zanesville resident. “At 16,” she continued, “I worked as a waitress in a hotel dinner/bar. We had a singer/songwriter guy come in and perform on the weekends. I loved listening to him. The idea of being able to write songs on a guitar seemed perfect. I could share art that way. He showed me a few chords. But I didn’t end up with my own guitar until I was 23. A coworker was selling it cheap. But a few years later I sold it and bought a cheap acoustic at the local music store and learned a few songs. I’m still a hack when it comes to playing but I love all things guitars.” Today, Spires owns and operates her own business — Guitar Parts Factory. “Textbooks, household items, motorcycle parts, skateboards, art and guitars – I tried selling it all on eBay,” she said. “And I had some luck, but nothing was more interesting than guitars. Especially when I got a Fender guitars dealership in 2003. I am a mega-fan. Technology from the 50s and 60s that really needed little change all these years. Leo Fender and this American success story really captured me.” Spires graduated from Philo High School in 1992, then Ohio University in 2001. “I set out to be an art teacher,” she said. “I worked at the Longaberger basket factory while I put myself through school. I decided later to switch to political science, the goal being to live in Athens, Ohio, and be a political science professor. “I started selling textbooks on half.com in 1999,” she added, “and realized I had some promise in internet sales. Changing my major a few times, I ended up with tons of credits and years in school and couldn’t afford textbooks. I bought mine by buying and selling to classmates. I used the new technology of half.com as an outlet to buy and sell, which then led me to eBay. After earning my political science degree, I quit the basket factory and felt done with college. I opened a little skateboard, art and music store.” Which, of course, meant guitars. “I can’t really imagine working in any other industry. I also love supporting the arts and musicians. Listening to live music and the local bars and restaurants and checking out their guitars is certainly my kind of fun. Recently my husband has been playing around the Buckeye Lake area more. It’s fun getting to know more of the local musicians and getting out of the shop.” “I’ve spent my life as a professional musician,” said her husband, David Spires, a Nashville Road musician and songwriter. “In all my travels, I’ve never met anyone who knows more about guitar parts than Jessica. She loves representing the classic American brand of Fender, but her knowledge incorporates the best the industry has to offer.” “I leave the guitar playing to him and I collect, learn about, and sell guitars,” Jessica said. “I take out the trash, build a website, ship the parts, answer spec questions by email, import parts – whatever needs done in a 12-hour day.” https://ift.tt/dI4Egak https://ift.tt/Pwq57CF

[reignstormz]

| Lion & The Lamb |

INTRO; After hiding your secret crush on the hottest guy in school since freshman year, senior comes around and you finally come face to face with the Samoan, sharing an intimate moment together.

WORD COUNT; 2,300 (maybe, not sure, had some issues, pretty short)

WARNINGS; Takes place in 1984, Bullying, Sweet interactions.

CAST; Y/N ( Yourself) Y/B/F/ N ( Your best friend's name) Roman, Jey, Jimmy, Naomi, and Galina Anoa'i. (Just a story, not saying Galina is anything like her character in this fic)

MINI PLAYLIST; Give Me Your Love - Pebbles/ Two Occasions - The Deele / Ready Or Not - After 7 / Rock With You - Michael Jackson / Time After Time - Cyndi Lauper

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NOVEMBER 9th, 1984

The sounds of teenage laughter filled your ears as you sat in the passengers seat of your best friend's car. You sighed, trying the best you could to block out the noise as you read your book that was sitting in your lap. It was a hectic, busy Friday night. Your school's football team had just won yet another game and everyone was at the Drive In Movie Theatre to celebrate, goof around, or get down to business. Typical things that high school students would be up to. You on the other hand, didn't go to the game and was only here because your best friend practically dragged you out of the house.

You were not so big into the normal teenage, high school experiences. You were very quiet, antisocial, and didn't have many friends. School dances weren't your thing, especially parties. Instead, your way of having fun was just keeping yourself company. You were one of the smartest, if not, the smartest girl in school; You were a straight-A student, and you loved to read. Reading brought you joy and gave you the opportunity to escape to a different reality. Many people labeled you as nerdy, but you could care less.

You were over people picking on you, and judging you, which was one of the biggest reasons why you were so reserved. You got bullied heavily up to 4th grade, and your parents decide to homeschool you until high school came around. They wanted things to turn around for you, but it was the exact same. The only difference was, you made one solid friend and you ate school lunch, something other than food from your refrigerator.

Currently, the theatre was going to show Prince's "Purple Rain" and you were in the car waiting for it to start with your best friend. She also happened to be a cheerleader. You met her in PE class, one joke led after another and you guys became very tight. You were kind of surprised that you two were friends since you were so opposite from each other, and from different crowds.

Y/B/F/N's turned her head to look at you. She sighed, rolling her eyes briefly before she snatched your book out of your grasp. You groaned with irritation, and turned as well to make eye contact with her, "Can you stop? You made me lose my place."

"Can you just have fun for once? Girl. We're at the movies and the first thing you want to do is shove your nose into a book." She shades, throwing your book into the backseat.

"I didn't want to come tonight." You stress to her, "I have studying and homework I need to do-"

"That's all you ever do." She cuts you off. "Come on, you've known how long I've wanted to see this movie. Just do this one thing for me, please?"

"So you want me to sit in a car for an hour?" You questioned. A smile slowly creeped onto her face, which quickly answered your question.

You sighed, unbuckling your seatbelt to get out of the car. She furrowed her eyebrows, "Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm getting snacks." You replied, and before you got out of the car she grabbed onto your wrist.

"Can you get some popcorn? Please?" She asked, with clear as day begging look on her face. You rolled your eyes and got out of the car before she asked for candy as well. Any ounce of candy in her system was a not an option, especially since she had to still take you home tonight. As you walked to the concession stand, you saw just about every single familiar face from school. You were so focused on not making eye contact with anyone that you accidentally bumped into another person in front of you, causing their drink to spill all over your white long sleeved shirt. A couple people who were walking by giggled and the girl you bumped into couldn't of been worse.

"Even those ridiculous glasses you wear still can't help you watch where you're going." Galina dissed, looking you up and down before pushing past your shoulder. Her best friend, Naomi, looked at you apologetically for a second before following behind her. You sighed, looking down at your ruined shirt and turned your head, glaring at her. You saw Galina and Naomi walk back to their car, where the the most popular guys in school happened to be. The twins, Jimmy and Jey Uso, were sitting in the trunk of the car while the guy you've had the biggest crush on for the longest was leaning against it.

Roman Reigns was by far the hottest guy you've ever laid eyes on. He was the captain of the football team, he was smart, and also very kind as well believe it or not. You've only talked to him once, and that was when your chemistry teacher paired you two up for a project not too long ago. Roman was nothing but sweet to you, but since you were extremely shy and quiet, you barely said a word to him the entire time. Not only that, you didn't want any rumors to get out that you liked him. You would get teased nonstop, and Galina, who happened to be his girlfriend, would go out of her way to publicly humiliate you. However, it was nothing new. She was the typical mean girl that everyone was afraid of; You, well you weren't afraid of her really, you just didn't have the energy to deal with her bullshit so you always held your tongue.

"What happened to my fruit punch?" You heard Jey ask Galina. She sighed, wrapping her arm around Roman's waist while he looked down at her.

"Some nerd bumped into me and got it everywhere." She replies, and Roman raised his eyebrow.

"What nerd?" He says. Galina nods towards you. Before you and Roman made eye contact, you quickly turned back around and hurried to the bathroom to try to clean yourself up. This night couldn't get anymore embarassing, you thought.

You stared at yourself in the mirror with a lost expression. There was no way you were going to get this stain out of your shirt. You heavily sighed, adjusting your slightly crooked glasses. As you let a hand fall from your nose to your chin in stress, a strand of your sleeve ended up getting caught on a piece of your braces.

You rolled your eyes, groaning. You hated wearing braces for a million reasons, but this was the main reason why you couldn't wait to get them off soon. They got caught into everything. You tried again and again to get the strand to untangle itself but it wasn't budging. Shit, you thought. Now you had no choice but to go back to the car so your friend could help you. So many things were going wrong tonight and all you wanted to do was just go home at this point.

You took a deep breath before exiting the bathroom. As you turned the corner, you almost ran into someone else for the second time. You sighed, closing your eyes for a second before looking down.

"I'm sorry." You apologized, sounding a little funny since the strand was still stuck on your braces.

"Damn, you need some help with that?" An attractive voice said, that you immediately recognized. Fuck, you cursed in your head. You slowly looked up and saw the tall Samoan tower over you with a concerned look on his face. You nervously started to tap your foot and your heart began to beat very fast.

His facial expression turned into an amused one and he gently took the strand out of your hand to help you get it loose, "I'll take that as a yes."

Within a minute, he got the strand loose from your braces and you were finally able to rest your arm by your side. You shyly pulled your sleeve shirt down, "Thanks.."

He nodded with a faint smile on his face. Little did you know, Roman always had a thing for you as well. He knew you as the quiet girl in class, ever since freshman year. It was now senior year and you haven't changed a bit. You guys were in classes together but never spoke before, or even sat together until one project. He admired the fact that you were different; Girls threw themselves at him all the time, which made you think that you could never stand a chance but you were wrong. He loved the fact that you were extremely smart and had a head on your shoulders. You had a unique type of beauty that he adored; The glasses, braces, the infectious laugh and the shyness. Roman deep down has a weak spot for the nerdy girls, even though no one knows about that at all. People assume all the time of what his type is or who he was as a person, when really no one knew who he truly was. The only people that knew him best were his family, and Galina at one point but as time went on Roman wasn't happy with the person she's become.

Galina was practically Roman's day one, they've known each other since they were kids through a family friend. She was never like this intimidating, rude person that she was now. Galina actually use to be very sweet, but ever since high school came around and she started hanging out with certain crowds, that's when the popularity really went to her head. Even though it made Roman sad at times that she wasn't the same person she used to be, he was not afraid to let her know how he felt about it. She promised him she'd change, but she's so far gone that it's out of control. You can't make people change, they have to do that on their own and if not, it's time to let them go. Roman thought about doing that many times, but he just didn't want to hurt her, especially with the history they had. It was just hard all around, and you made it even more tough for him.

"Whatchu' doin here all alone?" Roman asks curiously, then looked down at your shirt subtly. He saw a huge red stain and his mind went back to Galina saying she spilled her fruit punch on someone. He couldn't really make out your face since you walked away so fast, but now he figured out that you were the person that she might of spilled it on. Shit, he cursed in his head. Roman felt very guilty.

You noticed that he looked down at your shirt, causing you to slightly cover yourself from embarrassment. Chuckling nervously, you say "Oh, um. I accidentally spilled my drink everywhere..so I came here to clean it up."

He knew that you were lying since he was aware of what happened, but he didn't push it. He's noticed a lot of people cover Galina's ass so they don't get on her bad side. Roman nodded, looking down and unzipped his black jacket that was apart of his track suit, "I got sum' for you then."

"No no that's okay," You kindly reject. You look behind him to see if anyone walks in on the two of you and your heart starts to race. Lord knows that no one can see you in his jacket. Especially Galina, if so, everyone would be on your ass. You didn't feel like dealing with that drama.

Once he took the jacket fully off, your eyes went directly to his arms. Damn, his biceps were huge. You were completely glued to them until Roman jokes out of the blue, "You know, if you wanna' feel them you can just ask."

You snapped out of it and you covered your face, trying to hold back a laugh while blushing. You looked back up at him with a smile on your face, "That's hands down the corniest thing you've ever said to me."

"At least it made you laugh." Roman says with a small smile on his face. You admire his gorgeous smile while you had one of your own, gently grabbing the jacket out of his hands. You couldn't help but take it after that. This reminded you of all the times Roman would crack the dumbest jokes in class just to get you to smile, since you were so quiet and rarely talked to him. It went over your head that he only did it to impress you.

"I should probably back to my friend before she freaks out." You say shyly, thanking him for the jacket before getting ready to leave. Roman didn't want you to leave since he was enjoying this moment alone he had with you, so he thought fast and quickly stood in front of you. Real smooth, Roman.

You looked at him weirdly and Roman's face turned red. He was going to say something but he completely forgot his train of thought, making you want to laugh. The look on his face was priceless. The both of you grinned at each other before you fell out laughing.

"Don't look at me like that, girl.." Roman said bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck while you giggled.

"I'm sorry, but you should've seen the look on your face." You pointed towards his face, not being able to contain your laughter, making him laugh even harder. He had the cutest laugh, you could listen to it all day. Once you guys both pulled it together, you both stared at each other in a comfortable silence before he asked, "Do you mind if I can buy you some popcorn or something?"

"Oh, I couldn't ask you to do that Roman-"

"Don't worry bout' it, come on." He chuckles, nodding towards the exit. You smiled at him, secretly loving every second of this. Never in a million years you would've thought a crush of yours would go out of his way to do this for you. Roman was such a good guy; You were having such a bad night before and he instantly made it better.

You both walked out of door and to the concession stand. The entire time, you guys stood there goofing off and talking while you waited in line. As you guys were occupied in a conversation, you noticed that you were getting a couple of suspicious looks since you were wearing Roman's jacket. However, no one dared to mess with you or give you slick comments either since they were shocked that you happened to be friends with him. Roman wouldn't hesitate to defend you if they did anyway in a heartbeat, but they knew better. You've seen Roman on multiple occasions stick up for people who got picked on at school, and it made your heart beat even harder for him. If there was a way you could just tell him how you felt, you would, but there was just no way in hell that was possible.

"Thanks, Roman. Even though I really don't need all of these snacks-" You giggled softly, looking down at the bag of snacks he had gotten you. Even though you couldn't never complain about snacks.

"Shh." He joked, cutting you off and took the opportunity to sneak cotton candy in your mouth so you'd stop talking, making you laugh. Roman smirked, taking his thumb and wiped off your bottom lip a little bit.

A frog got caught in your throat again as he flirtatiously wiped your lip. You both gazed into each other's eyes for what it seemed like forever until you both heard the movie start. You cleared your throat, and from behind him you saw Galina, Naomi and the Usos stare at you while they were still at the car. The Usos looked at each other with dumbfounded look on their face, like they wanted to laugh but they knew Galina would kill them. Naomi softly smiled at the two of you, while Galina had the most pissed off look on her face.

"Hey..I'll see you at school?" You say to him, with a soft smile on your face but not too noticeable since you knew Galina was staring at you.

Roman simply nodded, returning the smile and just stared at you in awe quietly. You said your goodbyes before you went back to your friend's car.

"Damn, Y/N. I just said popcorn not the whole concession stand." She says, looking at me weirdly. Then she just blankly stared at you for a minute before her eyes widen, realizing what you had on.

"Bitch, is that Roman's Jacket?" She squealed, and you hushed her real quick before she got excited.

"I'll explain later, okay?"

Your friend alternated looks between you and the movie, giving you the side eye as she took the popcorn out of your lap, "This conversation isn't over."

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[randomvarious]

Ralphi Rosario - “You Used To Hold Me” Best of Hot Mix 5 ‘88 1988 House

Folks, I got what you might consider to be a rare one today. Now, you could find this particular mix of Chicago legend Ralphi Rosario's all-time house classic, "You Used to Hold Me," pretty easily if you just bought the comp it appeared on, Best Of Hot Mix 5 '88, for literally a few bucks. So this isn't at all rare in that regard. BUT, this particular mix is also, headscratchingly, nowhere to be found on either Spotify or YouTube, so I guess it is kinda rare since two of the largest publicly available music libraries don't have it.

Anyway, from critic John Bush:

He became a famed mainstream/house producer and remixer by the 1990s, but Ralphi Rosario will forever be known as the author of house's most infectious hit, "You Used to Hold Me," as well as his status as a member of the illustrious Hot Mix 5 radio team that consistently lit up Chicago's WBMX during the 1980s with the best house tracks of the day.

Ralphi Rosario hasn’t let up off the gas ever since he started DJing with disco, soul, and pop records as a kid back in 1979. When he was just a freshman in high school, an hourlong mix he made was sent to Chicago radio station WBMX and played on the air. And before long, Rosario would become the youngest member of house music’s most iconic DJ collective, the Hot Mix 5.

Since then, Rosario has remixed countless artists, ranging from Matchbox Twenty(!) to just about every vocal pop diva imaginable (Donna Summer, Cher, Madonna, Rihanna, Beyoncé, Ariana Grande, Celine Dion, Cyndi Lauper, Gloria Estefan, Janet Jackson, Jennifer Lopez, Kelly Clarkson, Mariah Carey, the Spice Girls, and Katy Perry, to name just some). And unlike his peers, he’s probably the only house pioneer who’s been able to consistently keep up, adapt, and stay relevant. As one half of remixing duo Rosabel, Rosario has earned a Grammy nom, and since 2000, has racked up seven #1 hits on Billboard’s dance chart. No single house artist has had the steadfastness and appeal that Ralphi Rosario continues to possess.

And yet, despite his strong career of divine house jams, his most famous accolade, as well as his first, is still to this day his 1987 dancefloor burner, “You Used to Hold Me,” featuring Xaviera Gold on vocals. A little word to the wise: if you’re making a playlist or mix of house classics and that song ain’t on it, then you fucked up; simple as that. “You Used to Hold Me” is the first song that really showcased what Rosario was capable of as a house artist, and also what he could do with a diva’s vocals. There’s no doubt that it's the track that put him on a path towards his decades-long tradition of remixing female superstars. Xaviera Gold wasn’t a star by any means, but she damn well had the confidence and gravitas of one.

And the irony of it all is that, originally, Rosario wasn’t even feeling his own track. From a translated interview in Voce Spettacolo:

Everyone in Chicago was doing tracks like ‘Jack this’ or Jack that’.. I decided to take a semi-serious approach. I was up recording & putting the final touches on ‘You used to hold me’ and after it was done, I doubted myself severly [sic]. I thought it was a fluke ; and that it was too serious for the tracks that graced the dancefloors. I really didn’t think much of it. But I soon learned that it was not MY decision to make. The responses were extreme, and I didn’t see the success it reeled overseas & the impact that it made. Like I do now, I just moved onward and forgot about it. It was interesting to see how it was imbraced [sic]. It was a song in the making ; and just like my past years of dance music, it had staying power. Staying power and the ability to become ‘Classic’ on the dancefloors is rare and not to be found these days.

So here's this "rare" remix off the Best Of Hot Mix 5 '88 LP, which has some very noticeable differences compared to the original version that came out the year prior. See, while the original version can be split into two parts—the Xaviera Gold singing-and-monolgue part, followed by Rosario dazzling clubgoers with sampled, chopped-up, and sprinkled bits of those same singing-and-monolgue pieces—this remix isn't nearly as linear. Gold’s regular vocals are instead sandwiched between samples and chop-ups. And those samples and chops, as well as Gold's vocals, are different from the original! She has a section in the first third where she sounds much calmer, almost resigned to the fact that her guy doesn't seem to love her anymore. More than that, a lot of the drums on this track are totally different from the original and there's even a segment that has some squelching and zippering TB-303 acid in it, which you can't find in the original version at all either!

Anyone out there who loves the original mix of "You Used to Hold Me" should check this mix out, too. The liner notes don't reveal who's responsible for it, but my guess is that it's Rosario himself. It's really not rare, but you also can't seem to find it to stream anywhere, so I guess we'll call it, uh, medium rare? 😅

[einsteinsugly]

Point Place, Wisconsin. Forman Basement, Fourth of July, 1985. Eric: May I introduce you to this wonderful song, if you haven't heard it already.

Donna (with a groan): I've heard it already.

Eric (shaking his head): One that will last through the ages, alongside its numerous brothers. Head Over Heels.

Hyde (in obvious disdain): By the Go-Gos?

Eric: No, by the best band of the '80s, thus far. Tears for Fears.

Donna: I thought Genesis was the best band of the '80s.

Eric: I think Tears for Fears is surpassing Genesis, ever so slightly. Then after Genesis, there's Huey Lewis and the News... Collective groans come from the others. Eric: Yes, the soundtrack to the amazing blockbuster. Back to the Future. Which raised my dampened spirits following the nuclear fallout of Return of the Jedi.

Hyde (with a smirk): Best. Burn. Ever.

Jackie: If you ever have twins, you should name them Luke and Leia.

Eric (in horror, with a pronounced squeak): I would never...

Donna: Eric, I would never go for Leia. Ever.

Eric: I hear you. Over my dead body. I have had many dirty, dirty fantasies about Leia. Many, many times. But Luke...

Fez: Mark Hamill is beautiful.

Eric: Um...okay. To me, he's a role model, a hero. Fighting against the enemy. Darth Vader, who happens to be his father, nonetheless...

Jackie: Okay, tell us more about Tears for Fears. They'll never be better than the Go-Gos, but... Once again, collective groans come from the others. Hyde: Jackie, Forman's taste in music sucks, but Tears for Fears is better than the fuckin' Go-Gos. And Madonna, Cyndi Lauper, Duran Duran, Bananarama...

Jackie: Well, Cruel Summer is part of a perfect soundtrack to my life, especially since you knocked me up.

Hyde: On purpose.

Jackie: Yeah, but I'm the one who has to suffer, Steven. I'm getting fat and really bloated, and then I'm going to have to push out our beautiful daughter...

Hyde (slightly annoyed): Jackie.

Donna: You're having a girl? Congrats.

Jackie: Sorry. I can't stay quiet about it anymore. I'm going crazy, and I want to spend my hard-earned money on the best pink and frilly things money can buy. I can't just hide them all in the closet anymore. I want to go all out, and create a frilly, pink paradise...

Donna: What if your daughter, eventually, doesn't want a frilly, pink paradise?

Jackie: We'll cross that bridge if we come to it. And when you decide you and Eric want kids, for some reason, I'll make sure your daughter will have all the frills you'll refuse to provide.

Donna: Refuse? It's just a preference, until she's old enough to have her own...

Jackie: That's code for, I'm going to dress my daughter like a boy until she insists otherwise.

Donna: No, I'm just far more practical...

Eric: You know what would be far more practical? If we stop discussing me and Donna's hypothetical kids, and focus on seizing the day. Today, and eventually? Our many, many tomorrows.

Hyde: That's code for, I wanna go back to Cape Town and think about that shit in a couple of years.

Eric: Exactly. With Tears for Fears as my soundtrack. To my life. Through the good, the bad. The happy, the sad. Something happens and I'm head over heels I never find out until I'm head over heels Something happens and I'm head over heels... Kelso (bursting through the basement door): Guys? I think Hannah did her first baby burn.

Fez: Ai, what did she do?

Kelso: Brooke called me stupid, and I swear. She pointed at me and laughed.

Hyde: That's a fuckin' classic.

Kelso: Betsy used to do that too. Now, she just tells me I'm being stupid. Someday, Hyde, you're going to have to deal with your kid growing up...

Jackie: I think you mean daughter.

Hyde (with a shrug): Guess the cat's really out of the bag.

Kelso: Well, don't put a cat in a bag if it doesn't want to.

Jackie: If you do that to Toto again, I'll kick you.

Kelso: You did that last time.

Jackie: Well, I'll kick you harder. *With a mesmerized pause* Oh my God, I think I just felt her kick.

Hyde (putting his hand on her stomach, as the baby kicks again, still mesmerized): That's cool. And badass.

Jackie (with a laugh): She's going to kick Michael's ass.

Hyde: I'm gonna enjoy every freakin' minute of it. And this is my four-leaf clover I'm on the line, one open mind This is my four-leaf clover In my mind's eye One little boy, one little man Funny how time flies