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gemstoneconstellations · 5 years

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Pretty Pretty Princess

Summary: Kaminari’s daughter wants to play dress up, so he becomes a princess for the evening.

Wordcount: 1808

“Mommy, can we play dress up?” You wave a tired hand at your daughter, who was following you around the room. You could feel her tugging onto your dress as you laid out paper plates and plastic silverware.

Today was a special day; it was the baby shower for the unborn twins inside your belly. Lucky for you, they have been calm so you can get things done, but now your six year old is demanding your attention. “Miuko, I can’t. I’m setting up the party for your siblings. Today we get to find out if the babies are boys or girls.”

Miuko puffed out her chubby cheeks, pulling on her dirty blonde pigtails. “But I wanna play princess tea party!” Her hair started to become staticy and her strands started to stand on end as she crossed her arms, pouting on the couch.

“Heheh, now she looks like her dad when she does that. She’s so cute all the time, you forget her dad is Denki.” Kyouka came into the room, holding the cake for the party. Momo followed close behind her with balloons. Oh thank god, the other adults are here to help.

You sigh happily as the girls came over to you and gave you side hugs. “Hey, Kyouka, that’s rude!” Speak of the devil, your husband pouted as he walked over to you. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he showered your face in loving kisses. “Hello my beautiful, darling, glowing, light-of-my-life wife. How are you feeling? How are the little lightning bugs?” His hands wandered down to your belly; the twins seemed to sense their father, as they shifted inside you...

“We are good, don’t worry. Just worried about getting the party together in time for everyone to get here…” You looked back down at your daughter and then motioned your husband closer to whisper in his ear. “I think Miu is feeling a bit left out. She’s been begging to play princess all morning.”

Denki looked down at his pouting little girl and then winked at you. “Oh man honey, I don’t think I can help with decorating. I’m really bad at it! I guess I have to keep myself out of the way. Hey Miu, do you know what daddy could do while we wait for the party?”

Miuko gasped, jumping up and down on the couch. “Princess tea party!”

Denki let out a dramatic gasp as he grabbed his daughter's hand. You giggled at his ‘excitement’ as you mindlessly rubbed your belly. “Princess tea party?! That sounds like sooooooo much fun! Let’s play in your room!” The two of them skipped down the hall; your daughter’s bubbly voice could be heard all the way to her room.

“Man… that was cute.”

“Makes you want a child of our own, Kyouka?”

“M-M-Momo!”

The party was still being set up when the guys showed up. Sero, Kirishima, and a Bakugo being dragged via headlock by Kirishima. Which meant they were sent to see where Denki was since they couldn’t be trusted to help or keep fingers away from snacks. “Holy shit! Pwahahahahahah! What the heck Kaminari?!” Both Sero and Kirishima fell to the floor, laughing at the sight before them.

Denki had bows, clips, and glitter in his hair with random braids everywhere, as well as messy sparkly pink eyeshadow that didn’t stop at his eyelids and Barbie pink lipstick. Denki was sitting at his daughter’s play table, squeezing his large body onto one of the mini child chairs.e.

“Is that an effing tutu, dunce face?” Bakugo, who was filtering his words in front of Miuko, pointed to the frill around Denki’s waist.

“Yes, yes it is. And my name is Princess Dazzling Unicorn Sparkle.” Denki stated his new title proudly, taking a pretend sip from a very small plastic pink teacup, pinky out and everything. He is not ashamed that he plays with his daughter or that he lets her use him as a dress-up doll.

Miu hopped to her feet, dressed in one of her princess costumes from Halloween. She ran over to the men that were more than triple her size. “Uncle Ei! Uncle Hanta! Uncle Suki! Are you here to play too?!” She grabbed Kirishima’s and Sero’s hands, pulling them and forcing them to sit at the table as well. It was amusing to see someone as big and bulky as Red Riot sitting in a chair that was smaller than one of his calves.

“Uuuhhhhh…” The men looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Miu was looking at them with big puppy dog eyes; there was no way they could fight it. They both gave reluctant nods, but were rewarded with one of the brightest smiles they'd ever seen on Kaminari’s daughter’s face.

“Eff that. I’d rather help with the dumb baby shower.” Bakugo tried to turn away, but small hands glued him to where he stood.

“Pleeeaaasssse Uncle Suki? It won’t be as fun without you. I wanna play with you too.” Bakugo flinched at the tears starting to flow out of her eyes. Small sparks of electricity buzzed around her. If there is one thing Bakugo learned over the years from being around the small Kaminari child is to avoid any possible tantrum, at all costs. There is no way someone who didn’t have an electric quirk would survive. The moment he let go of the doorknob, she knew she’d won. “Yay, you are going to be Princess Butterfly Glitter Bomb!”

You sighed from your spot on the couch; all the energy you’d had before had been sucked away when the twins decided to switch spots inside your stomach. “Alright, everything is set up. We just have to lay out the snacks and wait for everyone to show up. I’ll get the boys and the princess to come out and join us.”

Walking down the hall, you could hear your daughter telling the story of how her prince in shining armor came to rescue her. “That’s stupid. Why would you wait for some dude to save you? You can do it yourself.” Ah, that was Bakugo talking.

“But I want to be saved! My prince will give me a kiss!” Slowly, you opened the door; the first thing you see is your daughter being pampered by two pairs of hands. One was skillfully putting winged eyeliner on her, while the other was delicately placing flowers inside her French braided golden hair. Your eyes widened as you opened the door more; you immediately placed a hand over your mouth to hold back a snort.

“You can fight some dragon on your own with your quirk, why wait for some dumb prince?” Bakugo, who was applying makeup to your daughter, had a butterfly clip holding back his bangs, a large amount of bright sparkly pink eyeshadow and neon pink lipstick. The makeup must of have been from her princess makeover kit that Denki had bought her for her birthday.

“Katsuki, you are missing the point. She wants to be swept off her feet. To be romanced. You did that for me, bro.” Kirishima, the manliest and largest man of the Bakusquad, had many different assortments of colorful sparkly costume bracelets hooped around his spikes, flowers drawn in what you assume is the same red lipstick that was currently on his lips on his cheeks, and is that… your eyelashes from your Halloween costume last year?

To the side of him was Sero, who was holding his hands out to Kirishima. “Shut up and focus on Soy Sauce’s nails. Anyways, you don’t need to be saved to be smooched, especially not from some random prince.” Sero was frowning down at his nails as Kiri continued to paint. The tape hero didn’t look much different to the redhead; his hair was in numerous ponytails that were being held up by beaded hair ties and bow; he had been given the purple lipstick.

Your daughter held up the toy that she was clutching to herself right into Bakugo’s face, interrupting his work on her eyes. “It won’t be a random prince! Ingenium will save me!”

“Glasses? Really?” Bakugo grabbed her face again, finishing the last bit of her eyeliner wings.

Kaminari placed the final flower in his daughter’s hair. He was the most put together out of the rest; most likely he’d put his makeup on while your daughter did the rest of the guys. “She could do worse than our old class president. As long as she’s happy and he treats her right, I’m happy.”

“All done.” Kirishima cheered as he closed the bottle of nail polish.

Sero held up his hands to look at Kirishima’s work with an exasperated look; he was obviously not enjoying this as much as the others. “This is going to be hell to take off… why sparkles… I can’t imagine having a daughter who makes you dress up like this…”

Kirishima leaned onto an open palm perched on his knees. “I don’t know bro, I feel kind of pretty.”

With a straight face, Bakugo looked up at the redhead without any hesitation and said, “You are always pretty. Homo intended.”

“Awww bro.”

Now that no one was holding Miuko’s attention, she looked over to see you and excitedly stood up pointing to her face. “Mommy! Look! We princesses!”

You giggle as she ran around the room, presenting each man and describing what she did to them with glee. “I see. Will your highnesses please join us in the living room; the party should be starting soon.”

Sero sighed with relief as they all got to their feet. “After we get this makeup off…”

That was the wrong thing to say. Miuko stomped her feet standing between Sero and Kirishima. “No! Princesses can’t be seen without their makeup! What if your prince comes? You have to look battle ready! Let’s go Princess Shiny Rainbow Bubbles and Princess Strawberry Sunshine Sugar.” She took Sero and Kiri’s hands and you watched as your six-year-old pulled the full-grown pro hero men out of the room.

Kiri reached out and grabbed Bakugo’s hand, pulling him along as well with a cheeky smile. “Lucky me, I already found my prince…er, princess.”

“Shut up, you sap.” Bakugo rolled his eyes as he let himself get dragged along.

You were giggling to yourself as you could hear people gasping in surprise, soon followed by loud laughter. Denki came up beside you, offering his arm for you to take and escort you. You couldn’t help but chuckle and make a comment on his appearance. “You look beautiful, honey.”

Denki flipped his hair dramatically with his free arm as the two of you walked. “I know, right?” You are sure the children in your stomach did somersaults due to your muscles flexing from how hard you laughed that day.

#kaminari denki #kaminari x reader #kaminari denki x reader #the bakusquad all become pretty princesses

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milkstrology · 4 years

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♡ cute asks ♡

angel; do you have a nickname?

milk

awe; how old are you?

baby; favorite color?

yellow

bloop; spirit animal?

t-rex

blossom; favorite book/movie/song?

chanel bonfire | coco avant chanel | ever disappointing - sarah couch

blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child?

a bunny named mr. bunny

breeze; most precious childhood memory?

nyc in 1997

bright; mermaids or fairies?

mermaids

bubbles; do you have a best friend?

taj

buttercup; showers or baths?

baths

butterfly; dream destination?

venice

buttons; are you religious or spiritual?

spiritual

calm; favorite scent?

gourmand/baked goods

candlelight; what did you dream about last night?

six years ago when i was 30 pounds thinner and severely anorexic, i felt free in the dream, happier even, and i woke up feeling trapped and sad

charming; have you ever been in love?

maybe

cozy; eye/hair color?

brown/copper

cuddly; what’s your favorite time period?

1890s and 1990s

cupcake; favorite flower/plant?

sunflower | mint leaves

cute; what did you get on your last birthday?

tickets to a show & a harry potter cake

cutie pie; most precious item you own?

my dogs

cutsie; what makes you happy?

sunshine

daisies; describe a moment when you felt free.

anytime i’m in sunlight

daydream; how do you want to be remembered?

for being helpful

daylight; favorite album of all time?

lana del rey - born to die

dear; zodiac sign?

leo

delightful; concerts or museums?

museums

dimples; have you ever written a letter?

yes

dobby; dream job?

astrologer

doll; how do you like to dress?

boho

dovey; any paranormal/magical experiences?

not yet

dreams; do you want or have any tattoos?

yes and yes

drizzle; do you believe in aliens?

i don’t know

euphoric; talk about someone you love.

they’re my guppy

fairy; do you have a pet?

yes

fluffy; ocean or mountain?

ocean

forever; where do you feel time stop?

???

froglet; are you a good plant owner?

i don’t have /:

garden; how many languages do you know?

one and a half

gem; who are your favorite tumblrs?

idk anymore

giggles; what is your aesthetic of choice?

????

glittery; do you like anons? why/why not?

sure

glow; list the top 5 things you like about yourself

1. creativity 2. imagination 3. courage 4. legs 5. ???

heart; silk or lace?

both

honey; coffee or tea? how do you take it?

both (stevia & coconut/almond milk/cream)

hugsy; do you enjoy people watching or bird watching more? why?

birds... peaceful

hunnybunch; what sounds help you sleep?

rain sounds

jewel; what’s your favorite kind of weather?

rainy/cloudy

jiggly; what do you usually like to do on weekends?

nothing

joy; do you laugh loudly or giggle more?

loud laugh

kinky; do you blush easily?

kisses; what romantic cliché do you wish for most?

romance, in general.

kitty; what’s your favorite time of the day?

early morning or midnight

ladybug; what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad?

bjork

love; what is your favorite season and why?

fall... it’s peaceful

lovey; what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream?

mint chocolate chip!!

magic; what are five flaws you have?

pushy, opinionated, loud, sarcastic, impulsive

moonlight; do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks?

soft pastels

munchkin; what do you look for in your significant other?

intelligent, kind, loyal

paddywack; how would you describe a perfect date?

rainy day picnic

pebbles; how do you spend free time by yourself?

tumblr, twitter, youtube, wattpad

precious; what is something valuable that you learned in your life?

ppl’s opinions about you aren’t your business/concern

pretty; do you like to cook or bake more?

bake

prince; how would you describe your handwriting?

sloppy school grrrl

princess; do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play?

harp

prinky; how do you relieve stress?

wine, cbd, tibetan bowl sounds, healing frequencies

pumpkin; what is your favourite kind of fruit/vegetable?

fruit: kiwi | vegetable: bell pepper

rainbow; what was the last line of the last book you read?

i...dk?

roses; what is the most significant event in your life so far?

there are so many

smile; what is one thing that has greatly affected you?

my grandpa’s death

shine; art or music?

music is art

shimmer; do animals tend to like you?

yes

smitten; do you collect anything?

smoochies; how many pillows do you sleep with?

one or zero

snuggle; what is your favourite candy?

watermelon sourpatch kids

snuggly; do you have a camera? if so, what kind?

no, just an instant one

sparkle; do you wear jewelry?

yes, rose quartz necklace

spooky; sunrise or sunset?

sunrise

sprinkles; do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones?

both

starlight; what was your favourite show as a child?

little bear, rugrats, lizzie mcguire

soft; describe your favourite spot in your house.

my living room, fairy lights, big fluffy couches, fake plastic plant

soothe; digital or vinyl?

both

squeezed; who do you miss right now?

grandma, grandpa, grandma patty, my mom, my brother

sugary; what traits do you value most in friends?

honesty, loyalty, kindness

sunshine; do you prefer for things to be practical or aesthetically pleasing?

somewhat both

sweet; do you find it easy to open up?

kinda

sweetie; do you like kids? if so, do you ever want to have any?

yes, one boy one girl

thimble; is there somebody you look up to? who are they?

not anymore

toot; what is something you find unique about yourself?

my creativity

tootsie; what kind of friend are you?

loyal, loudmouthed, honest, abrupt, dedicated

treasure; what was something that made you smile today?

my dog

velvet; are you an early bird or a night owl?

kinda both (early bird mostly tho)

whiffle; if you could have a magical power, what would it be?

reading minds

whimsical; do you prefer doing stuff at home or going out?

depends on my mood

whiskers; do you usually wear makeup?

usually like once a week

wiggly; are you a messy or tidy person?

messy

wispy; do you like the place where you grew up? do you think you will live there when you get older?

i never grew up in one specific area, but yes i enjoy the idea of travelling a lot now

wobbly; have you ever wished upon a star?

i think so

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starry-eyed-skz · 5 years

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Happy Birthday Felix Lee

Happy birthday to the boy who has all the stars upon his cheeks. I can’t believe that you’re 19 as of today baby, it physically hurts my heart. I’ve been with you since Hellevator came out and if it wasn’t obvious; you were one of the first members to catch my eye. Your presence drew me in the second I laid eyes on you, pulling me in and wanting to know more about you. I didn’t know why you captivated my attention so much, but now as of two years later I keep on learning why. Each passing day adds more and more to the list of why I love you. You are just so amazingly talented and great. Felix you are truly an angel at its finest. Everything about you is perfect. Your eyes that always shine so beautifully when you smile or are happy. Your hair that is in all different directions after you sleep or can be extremely bouncy. Your cute little kitten nose that I constantly just wanna *boop*. Your very kissable heart shaped lips. Your deep voice, how well it sounds in songs or how calming it can be. Of course I can’t mention your deep voice without your overly dorky “princess” voice ㅋㅋㅋ If I could ever properly express how much I love your personality I would, but I know I can’t do my true feelings any justice. Just like I know I can’t do how much I’m genuinely in love with you much justice. Now, can we talk about your basic idol talents really quick? Your dancing is so killer and on point. It’s so mesmerizing to watch you dance because of how fluid your movements are. Your rapping is honestly really good and I’m so proud. There honestly isn’t much else I can say about it, it’s just so great to listen to you rap. Okay now Mr. Lee this is where I get very sentimental. Your singing voice is sososo beautiful and I wish it was more appreciated. I would even compare it to that of a siren’s call, your voice is THAT captivating to listen to. When I first heard you sing on the survival show I was beyond shocked and also extremely proud knowing that my baby has such a voice. I love your voice so much and could listen to you sing for hours on end without a break. Alright, enough of that haha I can never shut up about you when I’m with or talking to my friends. Just thought you’d like to know :) My heart is so full of genuine love for you that it’s practically overflowing at this point, more and more love being added each and every single day. You are just a ray of sunshine that brings happiness to everyone around you. Now, I would also like to mention just how incredibly proud I am of you. You came to Korea to follow your dream without even knowing the language. You managed to learn Korean and come accustomed to all the mannerisms in a year. Even after all the hardships you’ve been been put through, you still hold your head up high with a smile. It’s truly admirable that even after all that God has put you through, you still continue to get up once you’ve been knocked down. I could never be more proud of you after all that you have achieved since coming to Korea. Please never let others try and bring you down. Don’t let people’s hateful words get to you. You are enough and don’t let small minded people say you aren’t. You’re human like the rest of us. You have feelings and needs like everyone else. You aren’t selfish for doing things for yourself, please keep that in mind. God made you the way you are for a reason. The way you are is absolutely perfect and you don’t need need to change anything. Just by you existing I am so happy daily. You and the others came into my life during a very dark period and you were able to bring me happiness in the simplest ways. I find safety in the music you all produce and I can’t thank you enough. Lix, you are my human safe space, but I will never take advantage of that. I can never stress enough how much I’m in love with you. Hell, I’ve had a crush on you since October 2017 god damnit. You have never once left my mind and even if my mind leaves you for a second, my train of thought will find a way back to you. Mr. Lee, your smile shines so bright that it puts the sun to shame. Even on the worst days imaginable your smile will light up the whole universe. I am so happy that it is you that I have dedicated every single ounce of my love to. I want nothing more than to sit down with you and point out everything I love about you and tell you the reasoning. To be completely honest, it would take hours to go over all of it. You are just so beautiful inside and out, and it’s a shame when that goes unnoticed. If I could I would hand you the universe on a silver platter. Felix you deserve to be always happy and when I see that you’re sad it breaks my heart. It really just isn’t you without your genuine dorky smile. But of course it’s okay to break down every once in a while, so I won’t be upset with you if you’re sad. It’d be pretty hypocritical to be upset with you since every human gets sad. Wow, to actually be talking about how dearly in love I am with you and trying to put it into words feels,,, kinda great. Although I can’t do true justice to how much love is in my heart for you. I know I say that a lot, but it’s just the truth. You’re just way too loveable in all the ways possible. It’s genuinely scary how fast I fell for you, even some of my friends were concerned. My heart melts whenever I hear your voice, see your face or even hear someone say your name. I hold you so near and dear to my heart and will until my last breath is released. The fact that we have such an angel in our universe baffles me on a daily basis, without fail. We don’t deserve you at times, but you make me feel like we do. You’re just,,, so perfect. I love your stupid cute face so much and I just want to smother you in kisses and hold you at all times. You are my precious baby, the light to my darkness, the light at the end of the tunnel, the happiness to my sadness, the rainbow after a thunderstorm. Most importantly of all, you are my beautiful sunshine prince. My days have been so much brighter since I discovered you, not a single second being dull with you on my mind. You truly work wonders without even physically being there. Don’t think I don’t notice how much you care about us and your members either, it’s so obvious to me. The love in your eyes is so hard to miss and I feel sorry for those who miss it, because your eyes look the brightest when you’re with the others. You and the boys practically are brothers, almost like you’re all related by blood. The connection that you hold with them as well as all of us fans is so beautiful and amazing to witness. Well, I think I’ll stop this year’s message here. Once again, happy 19th birthday to my one and only sunshine prince, I love you more than all the matter in the entire galaxy.

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padfootagain · 6 years

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The First Horse

I've received 2 requests for Eomer being a dad, so here we go!!

I haven't written much for this character yet, so please, tell me if I'm doing okay.

Just cuteness, and cuteness and cuteness.

Gif not mine

Word Count : 1888

The sunrises were your favourite moment of the day. You always woke up early to watch the golden light bathing the fields of Rohan, as the inflamed orb climbed above the white mountains.

It also gave you an excuse to watch your husband peacefully sleeping in your bed, next to the window.

You had learned to appreciate this moment of the day more than any other. The stillness of the Kingdom at your feet, the light songs of the birds, the cool rays of sunshine, the chilly air, the burning ice of the mountains, this expression of peace on Eomer's face…

You had survived the War of the Ring together. You had seen sorrow and fear in his eyes. You had helped him to overcome the traumas brought by war. And he had done the same for you.

Years had passed now, but worry was still often painted on his brow. Worry for other matters, but you knew it still tortured him. He was King now, he had the fate of his people in his hands. He was carrying the weight of all Rohan on his shoulders. And that's why you appreciated this relaxed look on his face so much…

You turned you gaze back to the young day, watching the banners float in the wind. Three riders were braving the early lights and leaving the safety of the city, crossing the hills covered with grass.

You didn't hear Eomer standing from the bed behind you, you were too focused on the world that slowly woke up before you. But you didn't jump as he wrapped his strong arms around you from behind. You were too much used to his touch by now, you could recognize it in a second.

"How does the world look today?" he asked softly, his morning voice sounding husky and sending shivers through your spine.

"The world looks good. Bright. At peace," you answered with a smile.

He dropped sweet pecks onto your neck as he spoke again.

"A good day for Eoras's birthday."

You smiled, nodding your head.

"I know you are always busy," you asked softly, "but could you…?"

"I will take care of no duties this afternoon," he interrupted you, guessing your next words.

Your smile turned into a grin.

"I thought that I could show him his birthday present myself, what do you think?" he went on.

You nodded enthusiastically.

"I should let you have a ride with him alone," you decided. "I know that he worries much these days."

"Really? Is that so?"

"I do not know the reason behind such a worry though, he refuses to tell me. But you always have a way to make him feel better."

"Well… he is my son."

You turned towards him, resting your forehead upon his shoulder, letting his fingers get lost in your hair.

"Don't go too far in the fields…" you admonished, but Eomer merely laughed at you.

"Our son has the blood of a Rohirrim!"

"He still is my baby…"

"You are overprotective."

"Well… you didn't complain about me being overprotective when I saved you during the War…"

"Now, now… that was a completely different time and completely different situation."

You both laughed, holding on each other tightly.

"Try to talk to him," you went on, growing more serious again.

"I will."

You remained standing there for a long while, your eyes closed as you buried your face in his bare chest, breathing deeply his leathery scent, while he lost his gaze amongst the infinite fields shaken by the wind.

And when you finally moved away from his embrace, Edoras was already awake.

---------------------------------------------------

Your son was over-excited. Eomer was a loving father, but his duties often kept him busy, and the days when he could spend entire afternoons with his family were rare.

To the boy, spending so much time alone with his father was the best birthday gift imaginable already. He hurried during his studies, but you didn't blame him. It was his birthday after all…

When Eomer finally joined the two of you in the beginning of the afternoon, the boy hurried towards him with a bright grin on his face.

"Mother told me you would spend the afternoon with me!" he grinned up at the tall King.

Eomer let out a chuckle.

"Did she now? Well… after all… it is your birthday. Of course we'll be together today!"

"I'll see you later then," you came closer to your two men. "The afternoon is all yours. But do not try to eat the cake without me!"

"We won't, mother!" the boy promised.

You nodded, walking away and letting your husband alone with your son. Eomer wasted no time, and guided his child across the castle to show him his birthday present.

He stopped before the Royal stables.

"Well, Eoras," he said slowly, bending down to bring his face levelled with his son's. "You are thirteen now. You are approaching manhood. Your mother and I thought that it was time to give you more responsibilities. Do you think that you are ready?"

The boy nodded, staring intensely at his father, his blond curls floating in the wind.

"Then follow me, my son."

They walked together beyond the large wooden doors carved in the shapes of horse heads. And for all this time, the boy was wondering what his gift could be.

When his father stopped before a black horse, the boy merely looked up at him with wide eyes.

"His name is Leren. Take good care of him."

"You… I…" the boy stuttered, struggling to find back his voice. "Is it… my horse?"

"Indeed," Eomer nodded.

He invited his son to get closer, and Eoras softly stroked Leren's powerful jaws.

"You will have to take care of him," Eomer repeated. "Make sure he is well fed, clean him, make sure he is healthy. The stallion is already tamed, but you will have to make sure that the bound between the two of you is strong enough for him to follow you anywhere, even in battle. Do you understand, Eoras?"

The boy nodded.

"He's beautiful," he breathed in awe.

"And now he's yours."

"Thank you."

The child was beaming up at his father, and there was so much happiness in his eyes that Eomer felt his heart tighten with emotions.

"What about we go for a little ride together?" Eomer proposed.

His son nodded frantically, already jumping towards his saddle to get his horse ready.

Eomer watched his son getting ready, but he didn't need to help him. The boy was doing just fine on his own. But then, Eomer and you had made sure that he knew how to handle these fearful creatures after all.

Just a few minutes later, they were both riding out of Edoras, aiming for the hills covered with yellowish grass made rough by the hot weather.

Eomer helped his son commanding his horse for a while, until the boy was able to control his horse under a gallop on his own.

They kept on riding for a long while, the sun already starting its course towards the nearest mountains. But Eomer had not forgotten about your words and the worry that was painted on your face that morning. So he dismounted for a while, guiding his son and the horses on the top of the closest hill.

For a moment, he sat down on the scratchy grass in silence, watching the yellowish sea before him, its motionless waves blocking the view, and yet letting his gaze reach the highest peaks beyond.

The wind blew quite violently on the top of the hill, and the boy next to him closed the buttons of his coat.

"I used to come here with my sister when I was around your age," Eomer spoke out of the blue. "We spent hours wandering across the fields, but we always ended up here, on this hill…"

He turned towards his son, his stare full of warmth.

"Your mother is worried," he said. "She told me that some matters troubled you."

The boy looked away in a hurry, fleeing his father's gaze.

"It is nothing, father," he breathed.

"Do not lie to me," Eomer warned him, his voice colder now. "Nothing good can ever come out of a lie. Is that understood, young man?"

The boy nodded sheepishly.

"There is no shame in being worried," Eomer reassured the child. "So now, tell me what bothers you."

The boy hesitated for a few more minutes, before looking shyly up at his father.

"I… I am scared."

"What are you scared of?" Eomer asked softly, resting his large and calloused hand on the boy's shoulder. "Rohan is safe. You are safe here."

"I… do not know how… What if I am not a good King?"

He looked up at his father with eyes full of terror.

But the man next to him merely smiled at him.

"Why would you be a bad King? You are no evil."

"But you… you are such a great King… What if I can't be as good as you are? What if our people is disappointed?"

"You will not have to bear this responsibility before a long time, son," Eomer replied with confidence. "But either way… I am not perfect, and my steps have led me to make mistakes many times already, and I am certain that fate has prepared more mistakes for me to make later on my path. As long as you try your best to defend our people, then you will always be a good King, son. And anyway, as I said, you shall not bear those duties before long years have passed. I am far from ready to go."

"I know that I still have some time. But it still is scary. Were you not scared by then? When you were still supposed to be King but were not one yet?"

"I was not raised to be King, Theoden had a son. I was trained to guide soldiers, and lead armies. I was a Rohirrim, not a Prince. But when your people is in need, you cannot turn your back and leave. You must face the responsibilities that fall upon you, even if you were not prepared to handle them. Do you understand? Our loyalty belongs to Rohan. And our duty is to protect Rohan at all costs. I was scared when I became King, I was unprepared. But what was the most important… and what helped me… was the fact that I was not alone."

"Really?"

"Your mother was already by my side. And she was already the strongest woman I have ever met."

The boy smiled.

"She is…" he nodded slowly.

"There is no need to worry, son, not for now. You have time still. Time to be a child still. Time to learn how to be a man, before trying to learn how to be a King."

The child nodded again, turning back towards his horse.

"I think we should go back," he said softly. "We should eat the cake with mother."

Eomer laughed, but stood up anyway.

"Indeed, you are right."

Before the crows could settle down in the branches of the nearby tree, Eomer and your son were gone, galloping back to the city to see you.

And Eoras's mind was at peace once more…

#eomer #eomer fanfiction #eomer x reader #eomer imagine #lotr #lotr fanfic #lotr imagine #lord of the rings #tolkien #tolkien fanfic #imagine #fanfic #writing

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tickle-me-stoked · 6 years

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Sanders Sides - Happy Birthday, Roman

A/N: WHOOT what better way to start out on tumblr than with a bad fan fiction that’s probably my best, sad as it is. This is about Romans birthday, which was today, my sweet baby boi. Anyways, please enjoy if you can, I tried.

Word count: 2497

Summary: Roman feels alone on his big day; ‘cognitive distorntions’, or no. (wow I’m awful at summaries I’m so sorry)

Warnings: self-deprication, cognitive distortions, sadness, bad English and writing skillz.

If ive forgotten ANYTHING please lemme know!

I’ll definitely add a taglist if anyone wants to be in it! I love everyone, all of you are beautiful.

AAAHHHHH IM TERRIFIED PLS DONT KILL ME

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Roman wiped his eye. Yes, he was crying. He could admit to that. But wouldn't you? He'd gone all day, sitting on the edge of his seat, waiting for whatever he had hoped the other sides had in store for him. He waited all day for anything, whether it be a celebration, a present, or something as simple as a hug.

He didn't. Nothing happened today. From the moment the clock struck midnight last night, to now, where midnight was right around the corner, he waited. He was silent about it. He hadn't wanted to speak up or ask in fear of ruining something. Maybe it was surprise, so if he asked about it, surely Patton would break or something else would give it away. He didn't want to take that risk. But now, he sees that maybe...

Maybe he had nothing to loose.

It was his birthday. And here he was; sitting alone, crying, lost in his thoughts of whether or not he was truly loved, whether he actually meant something.

He wiped his eyes again. Teeth clenched, he went and pulled on his hair. He couldn't sob. Crying... crying was fine... right? But a sob would disturb the others. He wouldn't mind if someone, preferably Patton, came down and found him. If it was out of pity... he'd take it. At least with pity, they still cared enough to acknowledge him. Whereas silence just said that they didn't care. At all.

A happy birthday. He'd gotten words, a simple 'happy birthday' from the other three sides. But after that, it was as if nothing was different. Was a birthday not a celebration? Was a birthday not important? Had this day not happened, Roman wouldn't be here. Everything would be different.

But instead, everything is exactly the same. Nothing changed. The only difference is the love he feels. The love that is slipping away, as if it was never there to begin with. He loved his friends, loved them, but they obviously didn't feel the same. Clearly, he didn't mean as much to them as they did to him.

But that was okay.... Or it should be. It is, but it hurts too much to feel right. He'll still take care of his friends, he'll always be there for him. But they won't be there for him. Is that fair? Is that right?

Roman ran his hands over his face. His hands came back drenched in tears. He stared at the water as it ran down his palms.

What now? Does he just act as if this never happened? Should he say something about all this? He wouldn't want to be a disturbance... but...

Who was he kidding? That's the exact reason they don't like him, isn't it? He can't just go ahead and make things worse. Then he'd truly be outcasted.

Whatever. If they don't care that-that's fine. He'll get over it. He has to.

Roman sniffed once, then rose to his feet. He hesitated, wondering if he had the strength to walk the stairs, then pushed forward anyways, knowing his bed was up there.

Before he could make it passed the coffee table, he heard his name.

“Roman!” He looked up and found Patton barreling down the stairs. He slammed into him, wrapping him up in a hug which, surprisingly, took Roman off the ground. “Oh, sweetheart!” Patton placed him down and backed up to look him in the eyes. “Oh, were you crying? What’s the matter, Ro? What’s wrong?” Roman quickly threw his arm up to wipe away the tears. Now that the moment struck, he was twice as sure he shouldn’t lay his problems out. But having Patton here, staring at him with those big, worry-filled eyes, it practically pulled the words out of him.

“I-I’m sorry, Patton. I didn’t want to be a burden, um-“

“No!” Patton yelled. Roman stared in shock. He’d barely gotten to say anything, now Patton was what, mad? Roman figures he’d have every right to be upset, but he hadn’t even said anything yet. “I will not have you insult yourself like that.” Hold on. What? Patton was mad because... Roman thought of himself as a burden. That was very Patton-like, but that was the reaction he often gave to Virgil. He never seemed so upset when he’d said it before. Now, he was practically fuming. The rage in his eyes — what was going on? “This is your day, dedicated completely and entirely to you! On this day is the day where you, Roman, our faithful prince and trustworthy hero, are the world. You’re the center if the universe today, Roman. Everyday actually, but especially today! You have no right to say that about yourself.” Roman couldn’t believe it.

He was crying again. Why was he crying? Because Patton hated him? No. Because Patton was mad at him? Yes. But the reason behind Patton’s anger was that he loved him. Patton was upset that Roman had thought so little of himself. Why should he feel that way? All of the amazing people in his life, people who hardly had the potential to hate to begin with. They loved him. Patton proved it.

Or at least... Patton loved him. The others, Logan and Virgil, did they? Or were they gonna yell at him later. Were they going to yell at him for crying about his birthday? Were they going to yell at him because he’d upset Patton.

Oh no, he upset Patton. What had he done? This was exactly why they shouldn’t care. He hurt their beloved Patton. Nothing can make up for that.

Except for this. A hug. Patton pulled him into another hug. He held him tight, but comfortably so. Slowly, Roman let himself fall into the security of Patton’s embrace. He rested his head on his shoulder and held on tight right back.

“Everything and anything you feel is valid. Never assume we won’t want to help you in any way we can. It’s the least we can do for everything you’ve done for us.” Romans eyes shot open, his muscles tensing. He threw himself back from Patton’s and stared into his eyes, searching for any signs of lies or miscommunication.

“What could I have possibly done?” He wonders in awe. Patton smiled softly. He slowly reinitiates the hug, holding gently to Romans frame.

“For one, you’re a great hugger.” He mumbled. Roman couldn’t help the scoff that escaped his lips as he returned the gesture contently. “But you always had this spark.” A spark? “Whenever you’re passion shines through, which is a lot more than you would think,” he said with a laugh. “It makes us smile. We can see how happy you truly are, the genuine emotion in your eyes as you speak. It makes us so happy!” Roman moves his eyes downward and smiled. Did they all think that? Did they actually think that his passion was endearing? “You always make sure we’ve got a smile in our face. Whenever one of us feels down, you work your absolute hardest to turn that frown upside down. And it always works!” Thinking about it, he doesn’t recall a moment where it had failed. Everyone has their bad days, but he was always able to get a smile from them, even at their worst. “You’re silly, rambunctious, energetic, and pure sunshine.” Roman, although his smile didn’t dissipate, sighed sadly.

“You’re talking about yourself, Pat...” Patton softly shook his head, his body swaying along.

“I don’t think I am. Ro, you wear the brightest of smiles, you have the strongest of hearts, (have I mentioned great hugs?) and the most love to give. Without you, Roman...” Roman could feel the smile drop from Patton’s lips, causing his own to fall. “I don’t know where we’d be...” Roman backed up. He looked calmly at Patton. He took note of every detail on his face. Physical, and the meaning behind them. How his small smile lit up his hoping eyes. How his cheeks had little dimples and a flooring of freckles beneath the pink tint of his precious face.

“Patton...” What can he say? Everything that Patton said hit him hard. He hadn’t believed any of that in what felt like years. Patton’s choice of words couldn’t have been more perfect. No set of words coming from any other mouth could’ve made him feel more alive than his beautiful Patton’s. Birthday forgotten, Roman spoke what the only words he was able to think of. “Thank you.” Patton’s little giggle warmed his heart.

“You don't need to thank me, Roman. Everyone knows the kind of star you are. And you are the brightest one in the sky.” Roman raised an eyebrow. Brightest in the sky?

“Are you sure you’re not talking about the moon?” Patton laughed wholeheartedly, earning his own from Roman. He returned into the hug, for yet another short moment.

“If that makes you feel better, then yes.”

“Anything from you is perfect, my dearest Patton.” Patton giggled again.

“There’s another one. All the cleverly thought out nicknames you give us.”

“Oh, come on, that one could’ve been better. It’d help if I wasn’t so tongue-tied thanks to you.”

“Are you complaining?”

“In a way, I suppose.“ Patton poked his pouted lip and the two shared a laugh again.

“Anyway, we should get to bed, huh?” Roman frowned slightly. After all this, finally beginning to feel better, they had to part.

“I uh,” However, he knew what Patton had said. And of course, he trusted him completely, but a small part of his mind warned him to not overstep his boundaries, in case he did become too much. “I guess. Yeah.” Patton could sense the unease in his voice. The little smile said it all. He took Romans hand and lead him calmly up the stairs.

Although, Roman raised an eyebrow as Patton reached for his door. Why was he going into his room? Why not his own? Does he want to tuck him in or something fatherly like that?

The moment Patton walked into the door, Roman right behind him, the lights flicked on.

Inside the room was the most miraculous sight his eyes had ever seen.

Balloons littered the floor and the ceiling. There were streamers perfectly parted at the ceiling light and attaching back by the walls. The light itself was tinted. Not a specific colour, but with glitter, making the room seem to sparkle. A large cake sat with candles — many candles — on top. The cake itself was huge. It was like a wedding cake, but for a birthday. Around it was an array of different beverages and candies. Of course, there was a palate of veggies too, seeing as how no one could resist those. Then there were the two large speakers on either side of his bed, tall enough to match the height of his bed posts. But the best part was Logan and Virgil.

The two of them had party hats on their heads. They stood in the center of the room, underneath a banner that was hand-painted to say ‘Happy Birthday, Roman’. He could tell by the print who wrote what and who drew what. Logan and Virgil both had genuine smiles on their faces after they had shouted ‘surprise’.

There was a surprise party. He hadn’t ruined anything? All this time, he thought he’d messed everything up, destroyed everything he thought he had. And why? Because he hadn’t gotten a party? These foolish, stupid ideas had invaded his mind so much that he couldn’t see the love in his friends eyes.

But these boys, these three beautiful men, had done the most wonderful thing and thrown him an entire surprise party. He could see the piling up if presents behind the left brained sides.

He hadn’t noticed his tears until he felt his legs give way. Patton had barely managed to catch him, but did as they settled softly on the ground. He blinked the tears down his cheeks and saw the other two racing over.

“Roman!” They cried. All of them had their hands on him, for reassurance and support and comfort. He wanted to hug them all, but his arms weren’t long enough. He settled on stealing himself and went to wipe his eyes, soaking his hands once again.

“Sorry! Sorry!” He spilled out with a small laugh. He sniffled, and smiled at the others.

“Ro, are you okay?” Virgil asked in a semi-panic. Roman nodded his head calmly and wiped some more tears.

“I’m great, Virge. It’s all thanks to you.” Virgil took a double take. Logan as well.

“So these were... ‘tears of joy’?” He wondered. He seemed almost afraid of assuming incorrectly. But Roman simply nodded again.

“Yes, I’m sorry for being such a mess, especially so consistently around you, Patton.” This time, Patton let him speak. Earlier he had stopped the bout of self-deprication and filled the blanks with compliments. He must’ve known that now it would lead into the source of the problems. “I guess I just got lost in the idea that... that it was selfish to want a birthday and that that was a reason toward why you’d hate me.” At the silence of the others, he conintued. “I know, it was stupid, but it all just made me realize how lucky I truly am. What was selfish was thinking so illy of you three... and I’m sorry for that.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Patton assured.

“It is completely understandable that lack of attention on such a special and momentous occasion would draw unpleasant thought processes to oneself. For that, we owe you an apology.”

“Yeah, we’re really sorry,” Virgil agreed. He and Logan had their heads ducked, looking guilty and depressed. “It was kind of our fault, to be honest. Lo and I just wanted things to be.. a little too perfect and... took longer than necessary.”

“Don’t bring yourselves down because of me.” Roman backfired. Honestly, with all the blaming, Roman found himself with an urge to laugh. “Because it was a surprise, I can see the kind of stress that would promote. That can be a lot resting on your shoulders. If anything, you two would be the most suitable for perfection.” This time he did laugh, mainly in hopes that they wouldn’t take offense, seeing as that was not his goal. They shared a glance at one another, and both shrugged, feeling awkward, yet knowing it was the truth. “But this... this is perfect. Thank you.” He pulled Patton into his left and Logan into his right, then dropped his head to rest against Virgil’s, whose hands held the formers mentioned.

“Don’t get tears on my pants, Princey.” The four laughed. Roman could barely recall any of the invasive thoughts he’d been having before. Just being in the mere presence of the ones he loves so much takes the pain away.

#roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #birthday #sanders sides #fanfic #fanfiction #angst #happy ending

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cheekblush · 7 years

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🐣💘✨👼🌹🌙

today, 22 years ago, an angel was born.

the sun loves him so fondly that it kissed his skin gently, making it glow and beam. he is the literal sunshine on two legs, radiating warmth, kindness and love with every step he takes. he has a heart of gold, wholeheartedly caring about the wellbeing of others, oftentimes neglecting his own. he always put others first and tries to make everyone happy. he lights up every room he enters, making heads turn his way and stare at him in adoration and fascination. his aura is captivating and magical, putting everyone he meets under a spell.

the stars love him so deeply that they placed stardust, the milky way and all the galaxies into his eyes. he can capture everyone’s hearts with his enticing and magnetic gaze. his two orbs sparkle brighter than all the crystals and stars combined. nothing and no one compares to his angelic and celestial features, nothing and no one comes even close to his ethereal beauty. he has the entire universe captured inside of his dark eyes. even the stars themselves seem dull in comparison to him.

the moon loves him so intensely that it delcared him as her child, watching over him and proctecting him from all harm. just like her, he glows in the dark, oozing with such outer wordly beauty that one cannot believe he is actually real. he posseses such grace and elegance, that one cannot help but be fascinated by every little thing he does. he moves with such fluidity and grace, as though he flies over the ground and doesn’t know gravity. even his eyes turn into little moon crescents when he smiles so big, exposing his round, soft cheeks, happiness leaking from his whole being. the entire world lights up, angels sing and babies laugh when he smiles like this. his mere existence makes this world a better place.

he is undoubtedly the most loving, thoughtful, caring, selfless, genuine, sincere, kind, generous, golden hearted, beautiful, hard working, fascinating, dedicated, passionate, ambitious, stunning, gorgeous, magnificent, enticing, celestial, angelic, ethereal, radiant, enchanting, marvelous, artistic, talented, magical, flawless, mesmerising and PERFCET human being to ever grace this world. and all of these adjectives only scratch the surface of what a truly amazing person he actually is. no words in the entire word, from all encyclopedias combined, will ever suffice to describe the work of art that is park jimin. i could most definitely write 9987987151325 novels about him but even that would never be sufficient to describe my true feelings for him. never in my life have i loved anyone so deeply and unconditionally. i didn’t even know i was able to harbor such feelings for anyone. but everything changed once jimin entered my life. he flipped it by 180 degrees, shaking up my whole world and ultimately changing my life for the better. i can’t even imagine a life without him, and i refuse to. in fact, i don’t remember a life without him. he brights up even the gloomiest day of mine and gives me so much strength, happiness, faith, positivity and hope on a daily basis. he made me a better person as well, teaching me kindness, persistence, forgiveness and self-love. the mere thought of him makes butterflies flutter in my tummy and fireworks burst out of my heart. i could never thank him enough for all the blessings he has given me and continues to give. and as i already mentioned, no words will ever be enough to describe my true feelings for him, but i still want to wish him a happy brithday.

so, dear jimin, i wish you a happy birthday from the very bottom of my heart! i hope this day was filled with nothing but joy, excitement, happiness, positivity, love, hugs, warmth and laughter for you! i hope you were able to eat delicious meals to your heart’s content and that no worries, pain or sorrow bothered you. i hope you were spoiled by the members and treated like the prince that you are. i hope you laughed and smiled a lot and realized how many people truly love and cherish you. you bring so much joy and comfort to thousands of people and i hope you are aware of this. i wish you 365 days of happiness, success, prosperity, strength, love, health, self-acceptance and self-love, rainbows, soft hugs, sunshine, true friendship, laughter and perseverance! may your life be as sweet as honey, as soft as cotton and as lovely as the flowers blooming in spring! thank you for being my sunshine on a cloudy day and bringing me endless happiness. no matter how stressful my life may get, i know that i can always count on you to cheer me up. i am so grateful to live at the same time as you, being able to see you prosper, fulfill your dreams and grow into the man that we all love so fondly. you are my one and only, my soft baby boy, my little baby angel, my soulmate, my sun, moon and stars, my earth, my universe, my everything, THE LOVE OF MY LIFE and i love you foolishly, completely, utterly, infinitely, until the end of time with every ounce of my being. please always take care of yourself and stay healthy my love. your happiness and health are the greatest gifts i could ever ask for in this life. i love you, forever and always.

yours truly, kathi

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#finally i was able to post it tumblr is such a fucking bitch #this took me so long bc the first time i wrote it tumblr didn't save the draft :(((((#i'm pretty sure it was way better the first time but i tried my best #my pisces venus went the fuck off sakjfhsafask im such a hopeless romantic #shoutout to anyone who reads this cheesy bs even tho i doubt anyone will sakjfhasjkf #anyway..... in case y'all didn't know... i love jimin #happyjiminday #171013 #@jimin #park jimin #the love of my life #lil baby angel #my text

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blizzard-wizzards-blog · 7 years

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Sleeping Beauty

This is my coursework for creative writing class, enjoy.

Chapter 1: Dreadful day

Once upon a time, long, long ago there was a beautiful kingdom ruled by a benevolent king and his queen. The two longed for a child and after many, painful childless years a miracle happened – Queen Leah was pregnant and after nine months she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. The royal family and the peasants were overfilled with joy because their wishes were finally granted. The king was so happy he decided to have a feast, a celebration for the new princess and everyone came – kings and queens, earls and dukes, princes and princesses. It was truly a magnificent spectacle and everyone was invited...everyone...but me ! A year later the child had a christening, Aurora she was called – princess Aurora as if a baby really needs to be a princess. This time however she was visited by three fairies – Flora, Fauna and Merry – Weather. They were invited by the king himself to give his one and only daughter a gift, but not just any gift, no, for you see this was a magical gift.

- Everyone stand up for the three fairies. Said the royal announcer as he blew out the horn to greet them. - I am Flora and these are my sisters Fauna and Merry – Weather, we have come to bless and celebrate the birth of the new princess.

With just one wave of her wand she made a magnificent garden – daffodils, carnations, orchids and in the middle, a red rose. The fairy walked up to the baby's crib and said:

- Dear Aurora, my gift to you shall be the gift of beauty. Even the roses in your father's garden will envy you.

A wonderful gift indeed, after all it is easier to be beautiful. Let's see what the second one will give her.

- Sweet baby, my gift is that you never be blue, only sunshine and happiness.

Amazing they outdone themselves once again. I wonder what Merry – Weather will bless her with?

- Little princess, my gift to you is the gift of song, the sweetest gift of all.

A thunder banged. The queen grabbed her baby as the light grew slowly dimmer and the cheerful laughs were replaced by deathly silence.

- No, it can not be. - Well, Well.... What do we have here? Oh my, it's a baby. How wonderful ! - Maleficent. - Fauna, Merry – Weather protect the baby ! - My my, royalty, nobility and, oh even the rebels.

- What are you doing here you unholy filth. - Now, now my king flattery won't get you anywhere! I must say I really felt quite distressed at not receiving an invitation. - You are not welcome here. - Not welc..oh dear what an awkward situation. Well in that event I best be on my way! - You are not offended your excellency ? - Why no your majesty and despite the king's ill manners, I too shall bestow a gift on the child. - We don't want your fucking gift !

Everyone was terrified. What the hell was going on? What was that creature, who is he? Why was he here and why the king was so enraged by his arrival ?

- Listen well all of you, the princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who know her, but before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday, she will prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die !

- Oh no please! Queen Leah shouted, as she burst out crying. - Oh calm down, afterall I too have a heart...somewhere. Then Maleficent turned to the king: - What are you waiting for ? Kiss my boots !

The people looked at their king with those cold, prideful eyes that say "You can kill this baby, but our king would never do this, he would never kiss anyone's feet. Especially yours" King Stephan was royalty afterall how is he supposed to kiss anyone's feet. The queen begged him to kiss those boots. And so he did.

- Very well. The princess won't die but instead fall into a sleep, a deep, one hundred years sleep. Then the creature turned around and shouted:

- The princess can be awoken from her death sleep, but only by, true love's kiss. This curse will last 'till the end of time, no power on earth can change it !

King Stephan ordered his man to take every spinning wheel in the kingdom. The wheels were all broken and burned so they may never be used again, he gave his daughter to the fairies to hide her from the monster for sixteen years and a day. King Stephan shut himself in the castle while his men searched to hunt the fairy down.

The queen couldn't bare the fate of her new born and soon after the king gave their baby away, she died. The people all mourned over the loss of their beloved queen while Maleficent reveled in the sorrow that his curse have brought.

Chapter 2: Briar Rose

The fairies began their journey to raise Aurora in a snug little cottage deep into the woods, and what a journey this would be.

- Stop pushing me Flora, I'm going as fast as I can.

Merry – Weather yelled as she was carrying the baby, she was always so plumped like a ripe blue cherry.

- This is hopeless, we are too small we can't possibly take care of a baby, she is trice our size ! Flora said with a hint of nuisance in her voice. - You two, cease your eternal yaping and listen. The king gave us his baby, we are to care for it and cherish it and love it am I making myself clear !? - I didn't know Fauna was so bossy. Merry – Weather murmured, as Fauna was opening the door. - Orite everyone give me your wands. - What, why ? - You are not being serious girl ! - Your wands, now! - But why ? - From this day on we are no longer fairies, we are three women raising our orphan child.

And with one magic swoop Fauna transformed herself and her sisters into three grown women, no more wings, no more pixie dust coming out of them as they were flying around and no wands !

- We can't take care of the baby without magic ! - Are you trying to tell me that we are to take care of the baby and do all of the housework ? - Yes to both of you, we are to do all that without magic, or anyone's help for that matter. - She's lost it !

Flora said as she was still in shock over growing almost two metres in height. Fauna locked the wands in the closet and they began their normal, boring human lifes. The baby was growing like a weed, each year she became more beautiful and that beauty was only exceeded by the goodness of her heart. The fairies could not call her Aurora anymore so they came up with the name Rose, Briar Rose. It was going to be her birthday soon, her sixteenth birthday, the fairies knew it was time, time to give her up. After her birthday she would become princess Aurora again and return to the castle to live with her father and even marry a handsome prince, their Rose would be lost forever. But that was a problem of tomorrow, they still had her for two more days and all they could think about was her surprise birthday party.

- Flora, it's her birthday in just two days, we have to hurry. - I know, I know. I'll bake the cake and you clean up Merry – Weather. - Ok, then I will make her a dress. - You, sewing ! Both of them bursted out laughing. - Fine. I will cook, Merry – Weather will clean and Flaura will make the dress. - I can smell a disaster from here. Flora said to herself as she was getting the needles and the cloth. - Aunties, what are you doing? - Oh, Rose darling, I didn't expect you home so soon. We thought you were in the woods. - I was. I got all the herbs and berries you asked for. - All of them ? - Well...except Sage but.. - No buts missy, you march outside right now and get me that Sage. - Auntie Flora...

The door slammed behind Rose's back and it seemed that she was going in the woods to get that sage.

- That was some quick thinking there Flora. - I know Merry – Weather, you don't have to tell me. Now let's hurry up before she comes back.

Rose was all alone in the woods again, but she was not afraid, not at all, she loved the forest and all of the critters in it. They loved her as well, especially her singing.

- Oh I've met the man of my dreams, friends. He is strong, handsome, he sweeps me off my feet. I just know it in my heart that he is the one. We've met before, once, in a dream...

Rose started singing and the forest silenced, all of the forest animals gathered just to get a glimpse of her and to hear the maiden's voice.

"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem But if I know you, I know what you'll do You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream But if I know you, I know what you'll do You'll love me at once The way you did once upon a dream I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem But if I know you, I know what you'll do You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream''

Prince Phillip, the son of King Hewbert loved riding in the forest and since those were his father's woods he knew every single route, every stone and every creek in it. But he had no idea that in the abandoned cottage near the castle he would find the girl of his dreams.

- Slow down Samson, this is not a race.

The prince got off his faithful steed and went to the creek to fill his canteen with water, but just as he bent over he slipped on a rock and fell in the river. When he got out he stretched his clothes on a branch and sat on the cold ground, freezing and extremely naked, not that it was a bad sight, he had a nice little body on him, I mean he was a prince after all.

A little deeper in the woods, near the cottage our Rose was singing about her prince charming and dancing with the woodland critters. The hares saw something odd, clothes, human clothes but with no human in them just left on an old oaks branch, so naturally they took them. Luckily for our prince they didn't took his trousers, just his hat, boots and cloak, Phillip saw his clothes flying away and in the heat of the moment he chased them leaving his horse behind. As soon as he heard Rose's singing he stopped and crept in the underbrush. The boy peered through some leaves and saw the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, dancing with forest animals, in his clothes. He would be shocked by this sight, if he wasn't stunned by her divine beauty. While the girl was singing and dancing, he grabbed the animals, pushed them aside and stared dancing with her. She didn't notice anything at first, but when she felt a warm muscular body next to her, she started having her doubts about this whole situation. So she turned around and saw him, the man from her dreams.

- Oh my god ! - I'm so sorry miss, I didn't mean to scare you. - No, that...is...fine, It's just you are a... - Stranger ? - Yes, I.. - But we are not strangers. We've met before! - We have ? - Yes, once upon a dream. And then they danced and it felt like time had stopped, it was almost dark. - What is your name ? - My name, it is...I have to go. - But will I see you again? - Yes, tonight. - Tonight ? - Yes, tonight in the old cottage.

And in the that old, dusty but cosy cottage the three fairies were still preparing Rose's birthday party and unlike our prince this was not a pretty sight.

- Oh my god, why the hell this cake won't stay up !? - Calm down dear, you have to bake it first. - I have no idea what I'm doing, Fauna please give us our wands. - No wands!

Merry – Weather was getting really fed up, she waited for Fauna to go outside and broke the lock on the closet door to get the wands.

- What are you doing, if Fauna sees you she will have a hissy fit. - Merry – Weather, what in god's name are you doing, I said no wands!? - It's a disaster here girl, look around, we can't cook, we can't clean, we don't have the slightest idea how to sew. We are not normal people, therefor we can't do stuff that normal people do.

The cake looks like a swamp monser straight out of a child's nightmares, this so called dress is

is the ugliest thing in the history of ugly. And I can't clean. We need magic, we need this for her.

- Well, I guess you are right.

They took their wands, cast a little spell and voila. Just as they finished, Rose came back.

- Aunt Flora, Fauna, Merry – Weather. I'm home, I got the sage you wanted...Oh my what a beatiful dress. - Surprise, dear. All three of them shout out. - Oh my dear aunties, thank you so much. You wouldn't believe what happened to me. - Are you ok Rose? - Yes, yes I just met, him. - Who, dear? - The one from my dreams. Rose grabs her aunt Flora and starts dancing and humming her song. You will see him soon. - Him! Fauna is shocked and realises they have to tell her the truth. - Rose, wait we have to tell you something. You are engaged. - Engaged ? - Yes, at the day of your birth. Sit down Rose.

The fairies explain where she was born, that she is royalty and that her father King Stephan promised her to Hewbert's son.

- Tonight we will take you to your father. - But I can't, I promised him that I will be here. He will come tonight. - I'm sorry dear but you can never see that boy again!

Rose ran off to her room devastated, she felt that her heart shattered to a million little pieces. Little did they know, someone was watching, someone who has been looking for them for a long time.

Chapter 3: Unwavering truth

Evil had one name, and that name was Maleficent. No one knew who he was or where he came from, all that people knew was the fear and desperation he striked in their heart when they hear his name. Atop the Forbidden mountain in the highest tower of the castle Maleficent was... super pissed off. - It's incredible, sixteen years and not a trace of her. She couldn't have vanished into thin air. Are

you sure you searched everywhere?

Maleficent's subjects were dim-whitted but loyal, they knew better than anyone else not to cross or god forbid betray their master, because his punishment would be far worse than anything they could

possibly imagine.

- Yes, my lord we've searched everywhere! - You must have missed something – the mountains, the forest, the town. - We searched, mountains, forests, towns, oh and all the cradles! - Cradles....cradles...... Did you hear that my pet?

Maleficent turned around and a raven landed on his shoulder. That bird Diablo was the only one the evil fairy cared about, besides himself. The sorcerer screamed in an awe, as to show how amazed and utterly mortified he is by his minion's stupidity.

Sixteen years they were looking for a baby!

He bursted out laughing and crying. Emotions were overflowing. Even Maleficent didn't know he could feel all of this at once. All of the sudden his smile melted into tears and those tears awoke a rage, a rage stronger than the vengeful flames of a thousand suns.

FOOLS, IDIOTS, IMBECILES!!! Maleficent started shooting black lightning bolts from his scepter, killing most of his loyal subjects.

They are hopeless, a disgrace to the forces of evil! My pet you are my last hope. Search far and wide for a maid of sixteen with hair of sunshine gold and lips as red as a rose. Go and do not fail me!

Far away in King Hewbert's castle people were cheering, the prince will finally meet his princess. The kings were awaiting princess Aurora's arrival, thinking nothing could spoil this moment, apparently they forgot all about the curse, even the one who cast it upon her in the first place.

- My dear friend with all the dances and the feast we forgot one very important matter. - What's that my friend? - The children, Stephan, the children where will they live? - Well tey can live here! - What? - Yes. - NO. - The kids need their own space to raise their children! - Nonsense. - Let's leave it to kids, they can decide where to live. We have a much more important business to attend to! - Like? - Finishing this bottle of wine of course. - Of course!

Deep in the woods, in the small cottage the fairies were helping Rose to get dressed, she is to meet the kings and her soon to be husband. They had to hurry up, she wasn't sixteen yet so unlike her father, they were still worried about the curse. They left as soon as possible in the middle of the night hoping they weren't spotted, what they didn't know is that Diablo already found out where Aurora was hiding and so did his master. They arrived at Stephan's castle and showed Aurora to her room.

- I want to be alone, please. - But, dear. - Please auntie. - Let's go girls. If you need us we will be right outside the door.

Devistated and heartbroken Aurora started mewing on the floor. Meanwhile prince Phillip rushed back home from the trip looking for his father, he had to tell him the good news, that he found the one.

- Quick boy, put something descent on, you can't meet your future wife in this saggy old rags. - I already met her father. - You have, how, where? - From a dream.

The boy grabbed his father by the waist and started dancing with him humming Rose's song, it was more that obvious that he was head over heels in love.

- A dream? - Yes, but it wasn't a dream it was for real. - Really, you met Aurora? - No, she is just a peasant girl. - A what? - Yes, my future wife. - Oh you, always playing tricks on your old man. - Nope. - But, Phillip, I...you...you you can't marry a peasant girl, you are promised to Aurora. The king turns to the horse - Samson and asks him: - Is he for real? The horse doesn't answer, but the king realises, he is for real. - How could you do this to me, abandoning the throne, the kingdom!? - Oh c'mon father we live in a modern society! - I am still the king and I order you to.. - Goodbye father. Phillip jumps on his horse and rides off into the woods, to meet his beloved.

In the castle the princess sits on the bed, her face all puffed up from all the crying. She sees a green light beaming inside the fireplace. Mesmerised she starts walking towards it, the light moves slowly backwards and in between the bricks Aurora finds a hidden chamber leading her directly to the highest tower in the castle. She goes through a small wooden door and finds a spinning wheel in the room. The fairies here a strange sound coming from Aurora's place, curious they peek through the door and see that Rose is missing.

- Rose, Rose dear where are you? - Flora, I can't find her anywhere.

Merry – Weather finds her scarf stuck between the bricks and they all enter the chamber crying and

screaming her name. They run through the stairs and find the door just barely opened.

- Touch the spindle girl. - What is going on. Rose has no idea what's going on, she is still hypnotised by that unearthly glow. - Touch it I say!

Rose unable to resist, pricks her finge as the fairies enter the room. She falls on the ground almost deathlike.

Maleficent appears out of the darkness and says: - You fools, did you seriously think you could defeat me, the master of all evil! Here is you precious Briar Rose. He points at Rose's body, with a hysterical laugh slams his scepter on the ground and leaves in a haze of a black-green smoke. Meanwhile Hewbert has no idea how to break the news to Stephan that his son doesn't want Aurora, he wants his Briar Rose.

- Stephan, there is something important I have to tell you. - Not now Hewbert. - But it's about Phillip. The horn blows as the king's jester declares: - The sun is down, everyone greet your new princess !

Fireworks light the night sky, as the people cheer. Wine is pouring, and everyone is celebrating.

Meanwhile in the highest tower the fairies tend to their lost princess. - Poor King Stephan, his heart will be broken when he finds out. - Then he will not find out Flora ! - What do you mean ? - We will put a curse of our own, surrounding the entire castle. Everyone will fall asleep until the

kiss of true love wakes our Rose. - This is ridiculous. How are we suppose to make a curse, we are good ! - There is a first time for everything Merry – Weather. We will use all of our power if we have to.

The fairies gathered up all of their strength to make that curse, everyone fell asleep until Rose awakens. Flora heard someone nuzzling and it turned out it was King Hewbert, she went up to him, he looked at her with eyes half-closed and said:

- That boy of mine, always looking for trouble, why is he wasting his future for a peasant girl. - Peasant girl, what's her name, quickly, tell me ! - I don't know, they met in the woods near the old cottage. - The woods, the cottage, I'm so fucking stupid. Girls we are going back to the cottage now.

Phillip was so happy, he was going to meet that girl again. The prince arrived at the cottage and saw the door opened. He went in, everything was dark and all of the sudden the door slammed. A pair of hands grabbed him from behind, Phillip couldn't see anything, he only felt their grip tightening around his neck, before he lost consciousness he was able to glance at his attacker, all that he saw was an evil grin surrounded in a haze of a dark - green mist.

Phillip woke up several hours later only to find himself chained to a wall, he was lying on his back, his mouth clogged up with and old woolen cloth, eyes all tied up, he was in a dungeon, but who's? He felt helpless and confused. Suddenly a hand crept, moving slowly from his leg all the way up to his face.

- Oh would you look at that, we have a prince. Not a bad catch I'll say. Maleficent untied the cloth covering his eyes. My, I am getting awfully good at this, I was hoping to catch a peasant girl and instead, I got me a prince, but don't worry Diablo will keep you company. You must excuse me, I am really tired, ruining people's lifes will do that to you. Maleficent tousled his hair and left. - Hurry up girls, we must find the prince. - Calm down Merry – Weather, we will. - Oh no, Fauna look, his hat, Maleficent must have captured him. - But that means he is in the Forbidden mountain, Flora take the hat with you, we are going. - We can't go there Fauna it's suicide. - We can Flora, we can and we will.

The Forbidden mountain was a treacherous place to be. Rivers filled blood. The ground covered with bones and skulls and on top of that it was Maleficent's lair. Atop of the mountain was the sorcerer's castle guarded by horrific creatures accustomed to fairy flesh. But the worst was the the owner of this land, in the highest tower of the castle were Maleficent's chambers. They sneaked in, past the guards and just as they entered the castle they saw Maleficent coming from the dungeon. The fairies hid themselves pretty well, he didn't notice them, and even if he did, so what, he already won, the princess was struck by the curse and the prince was locked in his castle. All that was left was to gloat, he couldn't help but to smile a little and a smirk peeked through the corner of his mouth. The fairies saw the raven guarding Phillip, they knew they would be seen, all that was left was to make a run for it, Flora burst through the door and used her wand to burn the chains around the prince's arms.

- Who are you? - No time your majesty, we have to go now! This journey will be dangerous so take this sword and shield to protect you. Diablo started cawing, thus calling the guards. We have to go now!

They were running as fast as they can with guards right behind him. They threw bolders at them, but the fairies turned them into soap bubbles, they tried to shoot them with arrows but they turned those into flowers. They were going to escape. Panicked, Diablo tried to peck their eyes out, but Merry – Weather striked the raven with a spell, the bird fell on the ground, with a wing broken he started crying for his master. Maleficent woke up from all the commotion and saw his pet tossing and turning on the floor. Shocked, he picked his baby up, and saw the fairies and Phillip escaping.

He started shooting lightning bolts at them, but it was all for nothing they were too far away. So Maleficent cast a spell:

- The forest of thorns shall be his tomb, born through the skies in a fog of doom, now go with a curse and serve me well, 'round Stephan's castle cast my spell.

The spell brought a dark mist surrounding the castle and from that mist black thorns sprouted from the ground. Maleficent laughed at the prince's futile attempts to past through them. The fairies used their wands and spoiled Maleficent's plan again by burning the thorns that lead directly to the castle where Aurora was sleeping. Enraged the fairy vanished in a cloud of black smoke and appeared in front of the castle gate.

- Now you shall deal with me, my sweet prince and all the powers of Hell!

Thunder and lightning filled the sky, a mist of colors ranging from light to dark blinded Phillip and he fell of his horse. He couldn't believe his eyes Maleficent turned into a dragon. A fifty feet tall, fire breathing dragon with black metallic scales and a violet tip at the end. Maleficent's eyes turned scarlet red, you could see the flames of vengeance burning in those eyes, eyes filled with pain and desperation. The prince could barely stand on his feet, his skin scorched, his blood boiling. Maleficent's flames were melting his armor, even the shield given to him by the fairies broke in half from the intense flame. He saw a cliff and climbed in order to avoid the flames. The fairies tried to help him but Maleficent was too strong with one blow he took all three of them down. Fauna told Phillip to aim at his heart. The prince all burned up jumped at Maleficent and impaled him with his sword right through the heart. Maleficent screamed in agonizing pain and with his last breath he grabbed the prince by the cloak and both of them fell of the cliff. A haze of black and green smoke arose as they were falling. He woke up several minutes later on the ground, all bruised up, but alive, laying beside him was Maleficent's body with his sword still in the monster's chest. Black blood was oozing as the prince pulled out his glaive and started limping towards the castle to find his beloved. The fairies showed him the way to the princess and inside King Stephan's castle, he saw the jester sleeping or passed out drunk, one or the other, but he nuzzled something that Phillip couldn't quite understand, he only heard these words – brother, secret. Confused, he went up the stairs and saw the king's room wide opened, in it there was a small chest all locked up, he smashed the lock and inside it he found a picture of a little girl, King Stephan and a boy unfamiliar to him. He asked the fairies about the picture and they told him that King Stephan had a boy, he was Aurora's brother – Eric whom the king abandoned, when he was only twelve due to his deviation. He asked them where is he now, but the fairies told him it would be better if he didn't know the whole story. Phillip even more confused, now more then ever demanded the truth. The fairies said it would break his heart if he knew what he had done. The prince looked at the picture once more and saw a locket with a moon symbol that resembles that of his beloved, which has a sun on it. He could not believe his eyes, his hands started trembling, his vision became hazy. He ran out of the castle and went back to Maleficent's body, he tore his shirt and found the moon locket on Maleficent's chest. Phillip fell to his knees, confused, sad, in pain he just stood there looking at the dead brother's body, the brother that he had killed, the brother that put a curse on a baby, the one who almost killed him. Phillip picked him up and carried him into the woods. The fairies begged for his forgiveness, since they were sworn to secrecy they couldn't say a word. The prince carried him across the woods all the way back to the Forbidden mountain, since Maleficent was gone so was the curse of this place, no minions, no rivers of blood it was just a wasteland with an abandoned castle and a lonely Diablo limping and still searching for his master. Phillip left the body in the tower and as he was leaving he saw the raven, next to Maleficent, cawing and mourning over the death of his master. The prince returned to the castle and kissed Aurora thus waking her up and breaking the curse. They both smiled and embraced each other. Phillip showed King Stephan the picture of Aurora and Eric, Stephan started crying like a baby. The king couldn't live with this guilt anymore so he abdicated his throne and begged both Phillip and Aurora for forgiveness. Flora, Fauna and Merry – Weather gave up their wings and lived the rest of their lifes as servants in the castle taking care of the new royal family. Many months later King Phillip and Queen Aurora had a baby, Erica she was called and she was destined to be the most powerful sorceress that the world has ever seen, her rule brought many years of happiness and prosperity throughout the lands.

And how do I know all of this, even though I died. Well I'll just leave that for another story.

Changes to the original story

1. Gender – In the original, Maleficent is female. The gender was changed due to my desire to show the love that Maleficent might still have despite being ''The master of all evil'' for his little sister, which is shown in the beginning when the evil fairy is weakening his own dark curse.

2. Death – In the original story the queen lives but I changed that, since I wanted to increase the drama in the whole story. Also the way Maleficent dies is different again for the same reason.

3. Kindness – In the original story Maleficent curses the baby to die and leaves it there. Here I added the queen begging Maleficent to spare her baby to show how strong a mother's love can be. Maleicent feels sorry for the queen so he weakens and even leaves a loop hole in his curse, thus showing the character is not all that evil. The character of Maleficent here can be considered as an anti-villan and not as a full pledged villain.

4. Wickedness – In this story King Stephan abandoned his son. In the original Stephan is all good. I add the abandonment story line to show the duality of the character, making him not all that good, but more of a complex character with a hint of wickedness.

5. Time – In the original story Maleficent curses the baby on her first day, here however Aurora is cursed on the christening which happens a year after her birth. I added that extra year since I wanted Maleficent to have more time to plan his attack.

6. Narrator – You could find out who the narrator is simply by paying attention to how the story is written. Only Maleficent's and the narrator's lines were not written in italic, thus giving the reader a hint that they are the same person.

7. Sexuality – In the original story the character of Maleficent has no sexual desires or sexuality in general, I assume that is used to highlight the character's evil nature. In this version however Maleficent has a sexual nature outside of the social norm. I used that as a way to increase the character's immorality due to the fact that the story is happening in medieval times which has a strong influence from the Catholic church, and according to the churche's teachings all sexual behaviour outside the norm of male-female interaction is considered deviant and shameful. Which is why I underlined that word in the text, giving the reader something to think about. The same goes for the words pain and desperation at the end of the story. They are explaining how Maleficent felt during all those years when he was banished and could also refer to his sexuality, all of that is left for the reader to figure out/decide. The character's sexual depravity is also highlighted on two other places: in the beginning when King Stephan calls Maleficent ''unholy filth'' referring to the character's sexuality and when the evil fairy captures prince Phillip.

8. Gift – In the original, Merry – Weather could not give her a gift because she was interrupted by Maleficent and she was forced to use her power to weaken the curse. Here Merry – Weather gives her the gift of happiness due to fact that Maleficent weakens the curse himself. I did that to show Maleficent'snature.

9. Humour – In the original there is almost zero to nun humoristic element. In this version I added several because I didn't wanted the story to be too serious because it might turn out dull and boring

10. Profanity – Since the original version is a fairy tale, there is no profanity but I added a little bit of this element, because my story is targeted for mature audience.

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LeFunk! – Wedding Band and Party Band

LeFunk! is a busy covers band formed in 2010. They specialise in classic Soul, Motown, Disco and Funk while also performing hits from other genres including Pop, Indie, Rock and Reggae. Every song is chosen for its dance-floor impact and the band will bring a fun, interactive party atmosphere to any event, be it a wedding, birthday, festival or conference.

The band is available in three formats, the 5 piece, 4 piece or a compact trio, making LeFunk! the perfect choice for venue sizes ranging from the corner of a bar to large hotels and concert halls! The band are unique in that they proficiently capture the power and presence of classic dancefloor hits using far fewer musicians than similar bands in this category. Fewer musicians means you’ll pay less, need less space and experience far less disruption than you’d undergo with other bands.

The versatility of LeFunk’s talented members also allows for some wonderful options during the earlier phases of your event such as drinks receptions, wedding breakfasts or the wedding ceremony.

These include:

Classical Instrumental piano

Classical / Instrumental Nylon String / Acoustic Guitar

Acoustic Duo (Guitar and male/female vocals)

Solo singer with backing tracks

The band can supplement this with a tailor made or request based DJ service through their impressive PA system for your entire event, including options for lighting, haze machine, star cloth backdrops and a radio microphone connected to the PA for you to make speeches and announcements.

For weddings your first dance can be learnt and performed by the band at no extra cost.

For additional peace of mind, LeFunk! have deputy musicians who rehearse with the band and can usually cover for last minute emergencies and the band has Public Liability Insurance of up to £10million. Certificates for PAT Testing and PLI can be supplied on request.

Previous Clients Include: Hundreds of Private Weddings (various Locations) The Royal Air Force Grosvenor Casinos Wigan Athletic DW Stadium Macclesfield Town FC Greater Manchester Police Stockport Council Stockport Plaza Theatre Adelphi Group Tyco Awards Night West Cheshire & North Wales Chamber of Commerce Training Plus Hairdressing Llangollen Pavilion Kinder Mountain Rescue Team BLISS Tattonbury Festival (Tatton Park) Cheshire Explorer Scouts Fresh Nightclub Macclesfield Birthdays (Various Hotels) Bars & clubs in Manchester/Cheshire

Example Repertoire

Sixties Baby Love – Diana Ross & Supremes Brown Eyed Girl – Van Morrison Buttercup – The Foundations Dancing In the Street – Martha & The Vandellas Hound Dog – Elvis Presley I Feel Good – James Brown Heard It Through the Grapevine – Marvin Gaye It Takes Two – Marvin Gaye / Kim Weston The Midnight Hour – Wilson Pickett Reach Out – The Four Tops Rescue Me – Fontella Bass Respect – Aretha Franklin Soul Man – Sam & Dave Sugar Pie Honey Bunch – The Four Tops Stop In the Name of Love – The Supremes The Snake – Al Wilson Where Did Our Love Go – The Supremes You Can’t Hurry Love – Diana Ross & Supremes You Keep Me Hanging On – The Supremes

Seventies Ain’t No Stoppin’ Us Now – McFadden & Whitehead Best of My Love – The Emotions Billie Jean – Michael Jackson Blame It On The Boogie – The Jacksons Car Wash – Rose Royce Come and Get Your Love – Redbone Dancing Queen – Abba Disco Inferno – Trammps Give it Up – KC & The Sunshine Band Good Times – Chic Grease – Franki Valli High On You – Sly & Family Stone How Deep is Your Love – Beegees I Want You Back – Jackson 5 Le Freak – Chic Long Train Running – Doobie Brothers Lost In Music – Sister Sledge A Message To You Rudy – The Specials Play That Funky Music – Wild Cherry Relight My Fire – Dan Hartman/Take That Stayin’Alive – Bee Gees Streetlife – Crusaders Superstition – Stevie Wonder That’s the Way I Like It – KC & The Sunshine Band We Are Family – Sister Sledge Wishing on a Star – Rose Royce Yes Sir I Can Boogie – Baccara You To Me Are Everything – Real Thing

Eighties, Nineties • Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You – Boys Town Gang • Celebration – Kool & The Gang • Crazy Little Thing Called Love – Queen • Don’t Stop Believin’ – Journey • Faith – George Michael • Feel Like Making Love – George Benson • Groove Is In The Heart – Deee-Lite • Kiss – Prince • Last Night a DJ Saved My Life – InDeep • Madness – Madness • Movin’ On Up – M-People • Never Too Much – Luther Vandross • Night To Remember – Shalamar • Perfect – Fairground Attraction • Power of Love – Huey Lewis • Red Red Wine – UB40 • Rhythm of the Night – Corona • Sing It Back – Moloko • Somebody Else’s Guy – Jocelyn Brown • Tainted Love – Soft Cell • Thinking of You – Sister Sledge • Upside Down – Diana Ross

Contemporary 24K Magic – Bruno Mars Blurred Lines – Pharrell Williams Get Lucky – Daft Punk Firework – Katy Perry Rolling In The Deep – Adele Happy – Pharrell Williams Marry You – Bruno Mars Forget You – Ceelo Green Gotta Feeling – Black Eyed Peas Locked Out of Heaven – Bruno Mars Love Yourself – Ed Sheeran/Bieber Park Life – Blur Midnight At The Oasis – Brand New Heavies Moves Like Jagger – Maroon 5 Teenage Dirtbag – Wheatus Two Princes – Spin Doctors Uptown Funk – Bruno Mars Valerie – Amy Winehouse

Setup & Performance:

Set up time needed?

1 hour minimum. Ideally 90mins

How much space needed?

At least 4m x 3m ideally 5m x 4m for the full band

At least 3.5m x 2.5m for the four piece band

At least 3m x 2m for the trio.

At least 2m x 1.5m for the duo

Set Lengths?

Flexible to suit the event agenda, but usually one of the following:

2 x 60 mins

3 x 40 mins

2 x 45 mins

1 x 90 mins

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Music Memoir

chapter one: this must be the place (naive melody)

“C’mon, Annie” Lauren elbows me in my side, “stop dragging ass!” I push her and laugh, spilling her Miller Lite tall boy in the process. We’re followed by our usual round-up: Tori, Gabby, and Blake. I feel the bass in the air well before I see the party itself. It was an old house, a couple miles down from our university campus. It was our friend from high school’s housewarming party, and we didn’t know anyone else who would be there. I was nervous, but had also found it’s usually more fun that way. We can be anyone in the distorted light of parties with strangers. The summer after high school, she was our first friend to get her own place and we were ecstatic to party somewhere besides our mom’s houses. The door ajar, I push it open, feeling the warm air against my legs. The traditional fluorescent lightbulbs have been abandoned for bulbs in hues of pink, orange, purple. People are packed, not quite to sardines, but it was going to get there before the night was through .

My eyes drift, surveying the scene and people within it; warm eyes and sangria smiles across everyone’s face. There’s beer pong playing right inside the door, a timeless game of skill and drinking. I move past a giggling couple to the table where drinks are in the kitchen and they had everything, and I mean everything. I was impressed by the spread of refreshments, from cheap beer to the most popular liquors and even wine in addition to the bowl of sangria. There were six packs of Gatorade stacked up on the left side, which act as a sort of holy water against the evil of tomorrow’s likely hangover. I scoop some sangria, a tangy red with floating bites of oranges, into the signature solo cup of the same color. I become best friends with a girl in the bathroom who had an extra hair tie, whose face I immediately forgot as soon as I stepped from the bathroom. My boots stuck to the floor, creating a noise of tape being peeled from plastic as my heel escaped the layer of sticky, spilled PBR. I feel the laughter in the air almost more than the rhythmic bass itself. The unmistakable verve of David Byrne’s voice echoes through me, “This Must Be the Place (Naïve Melody)” is welcomed readily and I can’t help but agree with the title: this must be the place! Any party that ditches the tradition of electronic music in favor of 80’s pop automatically wins a place my heart and ears. I lean against my best friend Blake and we smile, dancing to the irresistible nostalgia of the 80’s which we never lived through. How long has this song been playing? It feels longer than usual. Or faster. Is it the tempo? It could be a remix. Or did some asshole accidentally push the “repeat” button on their Spotify app and we’re doomed to repeat dance to this song until the end of the time? Ha! What a weird limbo to exist in, neither here nor there; neither of the 80’s nor modern dance music. I know one thing for sure, if I was going to be doing the limbo, it would have to be with Talking-Heads era David Byrne. Talking Heads eventually leave their spotlight, and is picked up by fellow nostalgia. Tears for Fears, DEVO, David Bowie, Hall & Oates, Prince, and the like; all my classic pop friends were here. The strangers were strangers nor more. They were the girl from the bathroom with the hair tie, the cute boy that pulled me in to play beer pong with, the smiling couple who just had to have us over for dinner sometime, and of course a few faces from high school in addition to the friends I arrived with.

Under the lavender light I felt alive. My heart swelled and I felt like a babe in the woods. My wide eyes were naïve in this sweet light. I felt like I could touch the stars of glitter across my friends faces and swim through the night. I felt beautiful and infinite and all the clichés at once. I didn’t want the night to end, and ended up passing out on the couch between my friends, still wearing my sticky boots.

Cover up and say goodnight, goodnight.

chapter two: golden years

It’s the summer again, this time three years later. It’s the summer of which two balloons, gold, were permanently taped up in my kitchen: “21” they read. My birthday was before the official beginning of summer, a sunshine day in late May. Every two weeks after that, more or less, one of our friends turned the same, ever-so-hyped twenty-one. It felt like “Groundhog Day”, but instead of Bill Murray and a rodent, it was cheap beer and bad decisions . I found myself in the same night with the same people with the same events playing again. We felt originally liberated by the party. But, by this time, house parties had grown old, and the thrill of paying too much for liquor in public was very much in trend. It was a Tuesday. Or a Wednesday. It was some day, it was any day. I remember I wasn’t feeling incredible. Something inside me itched, and I bit my lip anticipating the night. I was feeling an anxiety in going out again, already having a bad night worrying about having a bad night. I had been snappy all day and was talked into going out to the bar, my friends convinced this would relax me. Why not give it a shot, I thought.

Our friends dropped us off as they rolled downtown on their way to a nightclub instead. Arm in arm with my boyfriend, Conner, we were followed by two more friends as stepped out into the pavement. The day’s heat still radiated from the sidewalk as we flashed our ID’s to the bouncer. In the state of Utah, all alcoholic beverages purchased must be consumed within the fence of the patio, making it a very crowded space. This patio wasn’t much of a patio at all, more like a wooden pig pen attached outside this building. It was about five feet deep and thirty feet long. It overflowed with loud twenty-somethings, chain-smoking cigarettes and breathing it into each other’s faces. In the small space their laughter bounced off each other, each smile magnifying the last. I couldn’t make out individual conversations because of the crowd, so they simply buzzed as a whole to me as I walked by. The smoke was lit by the neon signs behind them, Budweiser AT THE TWILITE CLUB. Vivid pinks and blues shadowed their faces in opposite directions.

We had to push past layers of bodies to make it the bar. Two of their cheapest beers (Rainer tall boys) and two shots of whiskey, please. While I gagged, I couldn’t deny the whiskey warmed my stomach and got me closer to where I wanted to be. That anxious itch in my heart felt soothed, but I still felt tense about work. I had worked somewhere for three years, and needed to quit. One shot please. I was pissed at the dent a stranger left on my car, another. I wasn’t making enough money to cover student loans? Fuck it, let’s do a whiskey ginger. It tastes better anyways. Starting to feel anxious about the money I’m spending here, too? Hey, treat myself, right? The heat of anger left my heart and moved to my stomach. I didn’t want to be an angry girl, I wanted to just be fun. I didn’t want to snap at drunken compliments, I wanted to be the party. I wanted what those pink-blue faces had out front, I wanted the smiles and to forget the rest of the world outside of this dingy bar. I wanted to be happy again. I realized I ached for the easy summer after high school, when I felt forever was now. I remembered my sangria smile and wanted to be that again.

My thought was interrupted. I had to pee. The lounge’s bathroom as painted an outdated pink and the line poured out. Why did I even come here tonight? The cheap drinks were hard to resist (whiskey sours for four dollars?!) but I sure was paying for it now in this endless line to sweet relief. Groups of girls and boys would pour out of these tiny single stalls, cackling in shrieks louder than when they went in. One girl, donning a beanie labeled “baby” shoved into me. I pulled back: “lighten up!” she yelled past the sound of her friends’ grinding teeth. I made my way into the stall, finally, and pulled my skirt down and took a seat. That hyped-girl was right, I need to loosen up. Why did I come here if I was just going to be pissed off about it? It started feeling hollow to me. I found comfort in the dim light before, leaning against friends in the old pleather booths. They weren’t here anymore; they vacated as newer things excited them. People familiar had left this scene and I felt terribly alone. I wasn’t where they were, and home is where I wanted to be.

Past the bar there was a jukebox. A relic of a past I never knew, I still was fond of it. I liked this jukebox. I liked it because when I flipped through the selections again and again, I saw my friends. I found David Bowie’s “Greatest Hits” resting after D’Angelo but before The Rolling Stones. I keyed in 6809, enter and Bowie’s “Golden Years” started to creak through the old speakers and serenaded the bar from the grave. The twangy yet funk guitar rang in; and I moved my hips in rhythm. I loved to dance but this felt foreign. My legs moved wrong and arms were awkward. That heat in my stomach returned, but not for long while it started working its way up my throat. I moved past my boyfriend and the bodies, back into the baby-pink bathroom. No line, I managed to grab a stall just before the whisky evacuated my stomach and right back the way it came. Don’t let me hear you say your life is over, life’s taking you nowhere, angel. Oh, Bowie, how do you know? You’re an angel now; or maybe the mothership took you back to mars, Starman. Come on, get up, baby. Never in the twenty years we both lived on this earth did he call me baby my name, but it felt good to think he was singing to me. Look at that sky, life’s just begun. Nights are warm and the day is young. There was no sky in this stall, just a bittersweet pale pink. I wiped my mouth and looked up nonetheless. I felt cold in this bathroom, and rocked back. I didn’t want these to be my golden years. Those my senior told me these were going to be the best years of my life, and that scared me. What the hell was I doing I sat on the floor with my back to the wall. There’s my baby, lost that’s all. A soft knock on the door.

“Baby?” his familiar voice asked. Once I’m begging you to save your little soul. Standing up, I wipe my gagged tears. I open the door and there’s my guy. Conner takes my hand. “Let’s go home”.

Come, get up, my baby.

chapter three: warm enough for you

The next day I wake up to my roommate’s cat sleeping on my face. I picked him off me and he looks at me, annoyed. He blinked, meowed, and ran off. I wrap myself in my robe and make my way to the bathroom. I run the water into the ivory bathtub. As the water is running, I find my Bluetooth speaker in my roommate’s room. I work my way back, stopping only to feed the cat, and stop the water, adding the finishing touch of pink rose Epsom bath salts to the blue water. I find the album on my phone and press play. To SZA’s sweet voice, I drop my robe and step in, feeling the warmth rise as I sink in.

Why is it so hard to accept that the party is over? Bring the gin, got the juice

Bring the sin, got that too

I’m glad I got over my aversion to contemporary music. Thinking back to those summers before, I couldn’t believe I dismissed decades of music purely because of the time it was created. Pretentious, yeah, I thought I was the shit back then. It was as if I was somehow superior because I owned “Dark Side of the Moon” on vinyl and definitely listened to it before you had (despite being born twenty-three years after its release). I remember holding my iPod classic, finding it proper I only fill it with classics. At this early age, around fourteen, I had fallen victim to the “hipster mentality” that was gaining traction in my suburbs, with a dash of rigid loyalism to classic rock. I would dismiss artists or songs, simply because they were popular. Looking back at this, I don’t completely understand why I would limit myself. Music could make me feel so many things, why would I dismiss entire categories or eras of music simply to feel “cool”? In my bath I still felt the cold shiver of cringe, the kind only past embarrassment could cause. I felt I knew so much back then. This was met by an irony I was well aware of, that at any point in time I will think I know so much. And three years from now I’ll think the same about this moment, then three years from then, and three years from then, and so forth. I’ll be in perpetual state of vanity and naïveté until the end of my days. That’s something I should just accept now, I figure, why fight it? There are plenty of other things that have happened over the past few years, besides my slight increase in self-awareness.

Won't you just shut up, know you're my favorite

Am I...

The cat found his way back in and sat atop the bathroom sink. He stared blankly at me again, got down, and walked over. He put his front paws against the rim of the tub. “Mrow” he yelled. I reached my wet hand out and waited. He gave sandpaper licks then gave me a wide-eyed stare. His name was Bowie, which my roommate named due to the striped marks across face; not too unlike the Aladdin Sane cover with the blue and red lightning bolt across the rock star’s face. I called him Bowie-cat, so no one would confuse him with rock-n-roll’s deity—as if that was going to happen anyways. He could be the reincarnate, I hoped, as he was born around the time his human counterpart died. There’s the vanity again! If David Bowie decided to come back down to our earth I’m sure as hell it wouldn’t be this cat. I could dream though, I figured.

Bowie-Cat stepped down and I let my hand rest in the air after him. I wanted him to stay, but who tells a cat what to do? I was alone in my dim bathroom, and despite the warm water I felt the unmistakable chill of loneliness. I wanted my friends back, real and famous. I wanted Bowie and Prince back, I wanted my old friends from that summer after high school to come back. I wanted my friend that overdosed to come back, and all his shitty friends too. I remembered the night before. I did feel better, in those moments. All those people in the Twilite Lounge were in it together that night, in a pool of whisky and laid-back smiles. We were swimming together in it and I felt a little less lost.

Warm enough for ya outside baby, yeah

(Tell me that it's warm enough here for ya)

Is it warm enough for ya inside me, me, me, me

Warm enough for ya outside baby, yeah

SZA’s lament still echoed in my bathroom. I lowered my face into the bathwater, smelling the rosewater and I submerged. I sink my nose in first, blowing bubbles against the water.

I get so lonely, I forget what I'm worth.

We get so lonely, we pretend that this works.

I lower my face in and feel the warmth creep over my closed eyes and hair. I want to incubate in here, have this rose bath become my cocoon. Then perhaps I could emerge once again in three years, doubly wise and not hungover.

chapter four: blackstar

It had been a few months since my last visit to the Twilite Lounge downtown. I know this because the leaves had abandoned their post and now crunched under my heel. Conner and I had been lying low, spending our nights at home with our new friend: HBO. We get a call; it’s our friend’s last night in Utah before he makes the move to upstate New York. He was going to start over, his aunt had a restaurant up there or something. His name was Bo, and he as a wanderer. Twilite Lounge was his favorite bar, with his favorite drinks priced cheap and favorite drug dealers. I look deep for courage and manage to gather it, somewhere between applying my winged eyeliner and burgundy lipstick. One thing was still certain, dark lipstick made me feel like a bad bitch and I was ready to face the world.

I take the liquor slower this time. It’s hard to say no when your friends throw salt-rimmed tequila shot in your face yelling “Shots!” I indulge and take one, and shake my head at the combination of salt, tequila, and lime. I was feeling confident that night, and the tequila only fueled that. I see our friend Bo, and we join him in a booth. The sound of pool balls clacking together and drunken hollers blurred and I smiled on all of them.

I wanted to see Bowie that night. I wanted to feel the exuberance of his single “Fashion” or the unforgettable joy of “Under Pressure” where Bowie and Freddy Mercury of Queen belt together. I clicked through and through… I couldn’t find his greatest hits anywhere. My eyes frantically searched and the only Bowie I found was stark black star against a white square. My heart sunk at this album—it was his swan song of an album: Blackstar.

“They took it off! Conner, it’s gone! They put ‘Blackstar’ instead. Why the hell would you want to listen that here? That’s not a good song for drinking.” I pointed harder against the glass while I spoke, as if that would magically change what was behind there.

“It’s what’s ‘cool’ right now. Or, it’s what they play when they want people to leave.” Conner smiled, “You know, bum them out and kill their buzz.”

Conner put his shoulder around me and assured me the album was still out there, we could even listen to it on the way home. My mind was still stuck on “Blackstar” while he comforted me, because David Bowie knew he was dying. He knew for a long time, it was a cancer. It was the first album without himself on the cover, it felt like a goodbye. His face missing on the cover felt clear to me, we better get used to not having him around. The most striking track, to me, would be “Lazarus”. I may not be religious but I can appreciate a good old fashioned biblical allegory. Lazarus rose four days after his death by the hand of Jesus. David Bowie wrote this song for an Off-Broadway production with the same name. It followed the character that David Bowie played in 1976, in “The Man Who Fell to Earth”, an alien who came to Earth in search of water to save his home planet. Spoiler alert for a thirty-year-old movie—the alien is sensitive to light and blinded by a paparazzi camera. He is unable to fix his ship and return home, now stranded on the planet Earth. The production follows the alien years later.

David Bowie was asked to write “Lazarus” for this fictional character’s second story. Despite it being for a musical production, it does feel thinly veiled to be biographical. David Bowie did portray the man who fell to Earth, and he act the same alien persona in his music. Was he not the Starman? Had he not contemplated life on mars? He was a space oddity and beautiful.

I stood frozen, lost in thought, my finger on the button and my eyes unfocused on the album cover of Blackstar. Conner came up to me, and I showed him the tragedy of Greatest Hits’ goodbye.

David Bowie died three days after the release of this single, music video, and the album. I remember waiting after I heard, I waited for four days. I watched the milky white record of The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars spin round and round, while I refused to take the needle off the record. It spun in silence, but I didn’t want it to end. After the four days, David Bowie proved he was no Lazarus and did not rise—I felt alone without him in this world.

I stayed and closed the bar that night. I had a pocket full of quarters and was determined to get that sweet high score on the Indiana Jones pinball machine up front. I didn’t want to leave Conner and his friends, but I couldn’t go and be with them either. I arrived late that night, and by time I arrived most were well on their way to a hangover the next morning. I didn’t want to play catch-up, so we were working on two completely different wavelengths. I felt uptight and, honestly, lame. I felt like a boring old woman, only able to watch my friends from across the bar. I felt like I couldn’t connect with them. I nursed a local pale ale on tap, and played pinball wizard against the machine. My final pin ball for the game slid past the two clickers and into the machine. Game over.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Bo. I said before, he was a wanderer. I had only known him for a month or two, but he was my boyfriend’s best friend for the past six months when he wandered into Salt Lake City. He had greasy fake-bleached hair and was covered in hand-poked tattoos. His eyes were red that night and his jaw was working overtime. I didn’t know how I felt about him as a whole. He had once showed me his tattoo: the twin towers and a plane, reaching from above his hip bones to his nipple. The ink was crudely tattooed into his side, resulting in what seemed like a toddler’s doodle, vibrated into his skin. I didn’t know if it was in remembrance of 9/11, satire, or maybe an ode to the conspiracy theory he believed in. He told me he was passed out on heroin at the time, and while he would never admit regret to anything you could see it in his eyes.

He also showed me beauty in his poetry and his kindness. His heart ached for those in pain, and I could see the art bursting out of him. He was grandiose in his stories, and while I suspected hyperbole I would never call him out. There was something magical about this character, and I didn’t want to pop the surreal bubble he lives in.

Without words, he wrapped me in a tight hug that pulled me off the ground. He whispered to me, “I’m scared to go. I’ll miss all this. Don’t hurt him”. Just as quickly as he had embraced me he was gone, sliding past bodies pulling a smoke out of his pocket to smoke on the patio. I stood for a moment, dazed, and went to find Conner. He and a handful of our friends were crowding a small booth in the back.

Conner and I were tired that night. I still felt out of place and it showed—I was itching to get out of there. I asked if we could just quickly slip away. Conner looked me in the eyes, with a serious c’mon. We couldn’t leave without a real goodbye. I knew, and I was avoiding it. Bo was such a surreal character and he slipped into my life without precedent and it felt weird to have him leave. Conner grabbed my hand and wove me through the bar. We couldn’t find him anywhere. I checked the girl’s bathroom stall and behind the bar, no Bo. Conner checked the boy’s restroom and the patio, no go for Bo. We saw a friend of his and asked him where Bo went; he said he saw him skate away about ten minutes ago.

How fitting, for this character to leave with a cat’s goodbye. He slunk out of our lives as easily as he slipped in. Conner and I stared down the street in the direction his friend pointed, and I felt Conner accept his friend had moved on to his next misadventure.

I drove us home that night. My mind wandered while I drove us the brief distance to my house. I looked to my right and saw Conner’s face, the red of the stop light reflecting off his face . I saw shimmer below his eye before he was able to wipe it away. I looked back to the road and felt a guilt settle inside me. I had judged Bo the first time I met him. He was on a 24-hour cocaine binge and his mouth was running a hundred miles an hour while he talked to me about the magnificent craft of Charles Bukowski. I couldn’t help but think of course this guy likes Bukowski. He was strange but left a mark.

I parked the car and walked with Conner inside. He undressed and slid into bed in quick motions, and was out before I had taken my shoes off. I could tell his heart was hurting; he was going to miss his friend. I found him exhaling a slight snore, and it seemed I wasn’t the only one who heard him. Bowie-Cat came in, greeted me with a “mrow!” and silently jumped on the bed and laid on his pillow, next to Conner’s face. I pet and kissed both of their heads and went to my living room.

My mind was empty as I sat down to unlace my Doc Marten boots. I was reflecting on the night, and to fill the void David Bowie’s Lazarus started to creep in.The kick drum and rhythmic picking of an electric guitar. The saxophone chimes in melancholy. Look up here, I’m in Heaven. I’ve got scars that can’t be seen. Bowie’s voice rang in. I again thought of Bowie in Heaven, then I thought of Bo in Upstate New York. I’d never been there, but maybe it could be his heaven. I know Conner was going to miss him. His sleeping mind was probably replaying tonight over and over.

I’ve got drama, can’t be stolen. Everybody knows me now.

I judged Bo for the things he did. For the binge-drinking and drug use, for his strange tattoos.

Look up here, man, I'm in danger. I've got nothing left to lose.

I'm so high, it makes my brain whirl.

As I kicked off my boots it began to sunk in. Bo was gone, David Bowie too. It was like all the empathy I should have been feeling while I knew Bo himself flooded in. I felt a shame boil in my belly. It was like Bo fell to earth in Salt Lake City. I started to understand, then. These blue and pink faces weren’t necessarily free of loneliness or pain. In fact, it probably was felt inside them under the belly of cheap liquor like mine was. We were all the same, just trying to be less alone. Things like drinking made it easier, it created a common denominator for people. It became easier to talk, mouths became looser and social anxieties relaxed. Everyone was just trying to feel a little more connected, a little freer. That’s what I felt those summers ago. I felt liberated in the orange-pink light and fuzz of sangria. Parties and bars and drinking, they were all methods to arrive at that feeling. It may not have been a healthy reliance, but it felt good to exercise that right. I deserved to feel connected, everyone does. Every pink and blue face I met deserved it. We may have all fallen to Earth, blinded by its beauty, with nowhere to go. We’re here on Earth until we’re not—until we return to heaven, mars, nowhere, or everywhere. It’s easy to feel alien in these bodies, but we can find each other in the dark here, with the assistance of neon lights and long nights.

Oh, I'll be free

Just like that bluebird

Oh, I'll be free

Ain't that just like me?

The end.

Tracks (In text)

This Must Be the Place (Naïve Melody) Talking Heads

Golden Years David Bowie

Drew Barrymore SZA

Lazarus David Bowie

Tracks (bonus)

Kiss Prince

Head over Heels Tears for Fears

I Can’t Go for That Hall & Oates

Hung Up Madonna

Bunny Ain’t No Kind of Rider of Montreal

Heroes David Bowie

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