#i need to buy a billboard that says IM NOT INTO [name]
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tis is ranon! i wanna try the twisted match-up eventho it'll probably hurts. my worst traits would be
1. Not knowing myself well enough, having to ask others how i actually am from their eyes instead of looking through my own lense because I care of other's judgement better than mine.
2. I suck at handling compliment. Everytime anybody says anything good about me, I always get defensive by saying no, change the topic of the conversation, or saying "thank you, but [insert why i don't deserve compliment]"
3. Similar to the 2nd one, I have horrible horrible self esteem. I never really look at myself in a good light, I think I am horrible. Sometimes I feel like "im the worst" yet some of the times I feel like "woah I'm a queen". Even worse, sometimes I don't have the motivation to better myself in order to raise my self esteem.
My favourite(s) would be reiner and jean, you can choose the one with the worst(or whoever you prefer) compatibility with my traits. tears up already as I slip 1 dollar to your hand, whispering happy ending please..
Pairing: Jean x Reader
Summary: You accidentally meet Jean, your high school sweetheart, thirteen years later. While he has turned into a successful man whose face you'd see on TV a lot, you think of your life and what could have been with him, if only...
Tags: Angst/Fluff, coming of age, slice of life
Word Count: 3.6K
A/N: Oh Ranon my sweet child, hereby I present to thee... hopefully an antidote to the despair Yams had given us with 138. Hope you like it love!
Song mentioned: Linger by The Cranberries
"It's nice to see a familiar face 'round here."
There was no word that could describe the feelings you had upon hearing that voice. A voice that was once the first sound you hear in the morning and the one you say goodbye to before falling asleep. A voice that you had not heard for what felt like forever.
You didn't have to turn around to tell who it was, "Jean?"
The two of you erupted in laughter, both surprised by the mere coincidence of meeting each other at this old and ran-down department store, on the outskirt of the town you both grew up in.
Jean was quick to pull you into a big embrace that you gladly came into. A familiar piece of warmth was his hug, and yet it had struck you as odd that it did not feel foreign at the closest, although it had been years since the last time you met him.
Jean had grown very tall. There was no longer his signature undercut as he had let his hairs to grow past his ear. His chiseled jaw hid beneath dark brown beard he now had. You pretended to check him out and be shocked with the view, "You really grew! Like grew, GREW!" as if you hadn't seen him on the news station or the daily mail. As if you didn't follow his Instagram with your second account. As if you never thought of him at all.
He held your shoulder and pulled away to look at you, "Thirteen years and you don't look any different."
Your face grew hot and the compliment sent an uncanny discomfort to your guts, "Ah the lighting sucks here - to my advantage, fortunately."
There was a disapproving look in Jean's eyes for a passing moment before he carried on with the conversation. He didn't expect to see you at the old department store the two of you used to roam in after school, he said. Neither did you to ever meet him again, especially here. A place so awfully ordinary for someone who had grown to be the best version of himself. Jean had finally achieved his dream to be a household name in the country as one of the rising young attorneys.
The celebrity status he had achieved, all the actresses and models he had dated - it all inflicted you with some kind of inexplicable pain. One that made you feel worthless, to say the least. Someone who used to be so close to your heart, had grown so magnificently, leaving you with the painful fate of being ordinary. Yet, still your face lit up in distant pride each time a mention of Jean’s name surfaced, be it from the passing conversation your friend had, or to see it announced by the news anchor for some big public case he was working on.
Jean said that he returned home for a funeral. His uncle died, and he needed a spare sandal. He didn't know any other store, as the area both of you grew up in had changed a lot. Leaving this old department store the only place he could remember.
You passed your condolence but he was more curious with what you were up to. You chuckled because he seemed so serious when he asked, "Didn't you move out to the city? Why the hell are you coming back?" as if the misplacement of seeing someone so glitzy in this boring, dilapidated town didn't apply to him.
So you answered, and Jean turned silent for a moment. He tilted his head downward, and you noticed that he was the same person with the same mannerism. Although he was no longer the 17-year-old boy who used to get all ruffed up in school fight, trying to defend you from some stupid jocks; nor was he still the tall, lanky kid from your Home Economics class that you gave your first kiss to.
Your mind couldn’t help but to race to all the what-ifs, and the presence of Jean before your eyes right now only made the wonderings more palpable.
Jean smiled faintly to your answer, “Congratulations,” he still made his way to pat the side of your head, something he used to do every time, “big step, huh?”
“Yeah, it’s scary.”
“So, who’s the lucky guy? Anyone I know from school?” Jean said, faking the enthusiasm in his tone, but you didn’t notice. Because in your mind, it would be an absurd idea to think that you would still have the tiniest bit of effect on Jean, for he had outgrown all the memories he ever had with you.
“No, no,” you tried to mask the bitterness that suddenly emerged on the back of your tongue, “we met at work. He’s a great guy.”
Indeed, he was. The reason why you returned home was because you were getting married, and your fiancée wanted to be close with your family, for he didn’t have one growing up. He was an exceptional man, he had this magnetism in him, with the way he perceived things, to the abiding tenacity he had in him.
Your fiancée was a man you knew you could lean on in the eye of adversity. That’s why you agreed to marry him. But then again, there was always a void inside your heart that had no resolve to it for so many years. Your fiancée was your foundation, and yet, perhaps selfishly, you still yearned for the childish laughter and the irreplaceable feeling of freedom you once had with the man standing tall before you. Whose glance never failed to make you feel the most at ease with.
“He must be a pretty great guy to get you,” Jean’s faint smile grew into a grin, he was trying to down play the commotion he started to feel within his chest, “what’s his name? So, I can picture him.”
You laughed, because it was only natural for you to do so in the presence of the first guy you had fallen for, the first guy to ever told you how pretty you were and how all your imperfections never mattered to him, the first one to bring your teary face into his embrace after a gruesome day, before saying, ‘I never thought it’s possible. But, crazy, seeing you cry hurts me too.’
However, you knew, that all those memories had passed by and you were happy with where you were now. “Reiner,” you smiled at the mention of his name, “my fiancée’s name is Reiner Braun. He’s… amazing.”
“Wow. Tough name. Probably someone I’d stay clear from in high school.”
Both of you laughed, and the two of you continued to talk, as you walked him through the desolated alleys to find the sandal that he wanted to buy, and Jean walking you to the towel aisle that you had meant to buy one for Reiner, only to find out that they had stopped selling towels since long time ago. The laughter and reminiscing persisted until the cashier row when Jean heard your stomach grumble. Both of you exchanged glances and broke into yet another laughter.
“Salerno’s?” Jean said, suggesting the pizza place off the highway, where you had spent so many dates with him back then.
“How could I ever say no to that?”
“Settled, then. Did you drive here?” Jean’s eyes gazed afar to the parking lot, strangely looking for the old car you used to drive back in school, before realizing that thirteen years had passed and there was no chance that sickly car could ever survive the time.
“No, actually Reiner dropped me and—” As if staged by the universe, your phone rung and Reiner was calling, “—right in time, it’s him!”
You walked away from Jean for a moment as he looked for his car key inside jacket. Across the line, Reiner was gruntling, his voice was hazy, “Babe—”
“Reiner, I bumped into an old friend!” there was a sing-songy tone in your words. Through the phone, Reiner chuckled, picking up the excitement in your voice, even though it was getting more apparent that Reiner was drowsy, “Anyway babe, can you get an Uber? I took the cough syrup your mum gave me, and now I’m sleepy as fuck. ‘Fraid I won’t be able to drive.”
You turned to Jean and saw him jingling his car key at you, before returning back to Reiner on the phone, “Rei, I think my friend can drive me home. I’ll be stopping at Salerno’s, do you want anything? The calzone maybe?”
Reiner yawned, “That sounds nice but—” yet another yawn, “I’m gonna pass out. Come home soon, okay? Tuck me in.”
You cackled at the buff man whining before you said goodbye and followed Jean into his car.
The trip to Salerno’s was nourishing with memories. The poplar trees along the avenue had been replaced by lines of billboards – from advertisement of real estate agent to divorce attorney, they all reminded you of how much the town had changed. Yet the sense of comfort you shared with Jean as you joked about all of the absurd things you saw along the way, had not changed at all.
If for one second you forgot that you were driving in Jean’s expensive car, and that you imagined he was wearing a shabby soccer jersey instead of a tailored-fit shirt – if you closed your eyes and thought that thirteen years hadn’t gone by between the two of you, it almost felt like you rode a time machine to a time when Jean was yours and you were his. And something about the thought of it just broke your heart.
When Jean pulled over at Salerno’s and found out that it’s past the time for dine-in, the two of you decided to eat at his car instead. Jean didn’t even ask what you want and he returned with exactly what you had in mind, the classic calzone, something you always used to have. He remembered.
The two of you laughed, bantered and joked at each other. It felt almost as if no distance had ever been laid out between the two of you, like you hadn’t lived an entirely different life, like he was the same person after all. He hadn’t once made you self-conscious like you thought you would, considering the amount of success he had attained for himself. You felt bad for accusing Jean of the worst, when all it was just a projection of your own insecurity.
“So, you’re getting married on the 15th, and your annoying aunt is not invited?”
“Yeah, thank God for the pandemic somehow. Legit excuse, when all I wanted was not to have her talk shit about Reiner on my wedding day,” you munched through your calzone, talking mindlessly, “as for you, sir, you’re invited. That’s a no-brainer. Hereby I invite thee to my humble dwelling. Bring your model girlfriend, please, so I can brag to my cousins.”
His grin subsided into a weak smile and then into nothing at all, as he sipped on his coke. Suddenly awkward silence loomed within the small space of his car.
“Jean,” you shifted in your seat as the guilt grew on you, realizing the error in your judgment, “sorry I was being presumptuous.”
“No worries, it wasn’t serious. None of it ever was.”
You nodded, engulfed in your own guilt for bringing a bad topic up. The silence let the radio’s murmur to become noticeable, and an old song had just been played through the local radio, a tune that you used to listen with him on the back of your old creaking car after a make-out session filled with enraging teenage hormones.
And I’m in so deep~
You know I’m such a fool for you~
You got me wrapped around your finger I—
Do you have to let it linger?
You sighed and finally looked at Jean with his head hanging low, “Do you want to settle down someday?”
“Eventually.” Jean answered nonchalantly, “Not even sure about the whole relationship thingy.”
“Oh.” An acknowledgment you voiced, before succumbing to yet another silence.
Jean called your name softly and when you turned to face him, he was looking at you. Even in the darkness of the parking lot, you could see his honey eyes gleamed in a look that was so familiar to you—a look of disappointment, “Tell me, how could you never end up working where you’ve always wanted to be?”
You were pulled even deeper into your silence as you looked away. Suddenly a hot rash of sadness started to swallow you whole, “I—”
You tried to voice out a tangible reason, but you had realized that all of it was your own doing. Your insecurity, your self-consciousness, the thought that you were never good enough for the thing you once wanted so bad; all of it led to a life unlived, and to have someone finally putting you in your place was embarrassing, if not painful, “—wasn’t sure if I really wanted it and—”
“—wasn’t sure if I was good enough to pass the test.”
“So, after college, you never ended up applying there? Not even a try?”
You shook your head embarrassed, looking down at your shoes.
Jean sighed and laid his food on the dashboard, before reaching for your right hand and held it warmly into his grasp. He called your name which propelled you to look back at him, “Weren’t you the one who talked me into getting into law school? Even when I thought it was impossible? Weren’t you the one who wrote on my yearbook to-my-future-attorney when everyone was convinced that I’d end up working a mediocre office job? Or a mechanic in my Dad’s shop?”
Jean carried on, “I just… I just don’t understand. How could you have so much conviction for other people but—but yourself?”
You passed a grim smile, as vulnerability started to catch up with you, “Nevermind Jean, it’s passed. I am where I am now.”
“But, wasn’t it your dream?” Jean grew antsy on his seat, it was obvious that he truly didn’t understand, “The pages and pages and pages of diary you wrote about wanting to work there? What happened?”
You sighed, running out of words to say, until you caved in, “Maybe I never knew what I truly wanted.”
“Is that why?” Jean shot another look at you, there was an intensity in his eyes that you had never seen before. There you wondered what had happened to Jean’s life in all those years passed at your absence, had he led a difficult life before getting the success he was enjoying now? “Is that why you left me—because you didn’t know what you truly want?”
Jean understood the consequence of his action, he was a well-accomplished attorney after all. He also understood the vivid pain painted all over your face, but he was taking his shot. Years of wondering where had you gone, what kind of live had you lived – you never ceased to haunt him, all the what-ifs with you he always thought about whenever he broke off yet another meaningless relationship with yet another woman he’d never cared for in his life. Over the years, he’d taken a close look at you. He’d find you on the internet, he’d asked about you to friends of a friend that was still in touch with you, he’d ‘accidentally’ found your legal documents just to see that you had gotten your college degree one year earlier than him. He didn’t know why the thought of you lingered, you just did. Arriving into his dreams where he was seventeen again and unassuming, only for him to wake up disappointed at seeing a woman that wasn’t you in his bed.
For the longest time, Jean had fended for himself to be where he’s now. When survival had finally bore fruits, what else could there be for him? Still, he felt lonely in the embrace of another woman, still he felt the void persisted even if he spent his money on things he didn’t need. Jean never thought, that after years of dreaming to be the person he’s now, all he yearned for was to have a piece of simple, ordinary and innocent happiness he once had with you.
You were, after all, the only thing that could remind him of the innocence Jean had lost after years of grueling work as an attorney—seeing how corrupt and insidious men can be. So, when his wearied eyes landed on the sight of you this evening, in the alley of that long-forgotten Department Store, Jean had no choice but to finally face his haunting.
“Jean, it’s a long time ago,” you smile, cupping his hand with your free hand, “besides, I’m no longer your type, right?” A grin, a playful grin, painfully fabricated and Jean saw right through it.
You could feel the air had gotten thick in his car, and you shifted closer to the door. Jean let go of your hand as he moved closer to you, running his long fingers through your hair. His voice had gotten deep and you could sense a hint of pain in his words, “Maybe I never had a type.”
He dragged his gaze all over your face; your eyes, your nose, your lips – the way he used to reassure that you were so beautiful in his eyes despite the self-hate you inflicted upon yourself, “Maybe all I ever wanted was you and all I ever did with those girls was to try finding you in them,” he forced a smile, so stale, so painful, “to no avail.”
You could feel the air into your lung was compromised as you battled the tears, “Jean…”
“Out of so many things that I have been brave for, I was never brave enough for one thing that I needed the most: to tell you that it’s always been you,” Jean slithered his hands through your waist and pulled you into his embrace. He laid his head, heavy with loneliness and exhaustion on to the nook of your shoulder. For lack of better term, Jean was finally back home, as he muttered, letting go of all his inhibitions, “Baby, it’s always been you. It’s always been you.”
Your whole body was weak with emotions. The thoughts, the persistent ones – the what-ifs you could have had with Jean, the life you could have lived and the dream that could have been fulfilled. Without your permission, the tears fell to your dismay as you thought of one last thing remaining in your heart: Reiner. The way he smiled and listened all through your nightly despairs, caressing you close until you fell asleep, exhausted with tears dried up all over your face. The way Reiner whispered on to your ear, amidst your drowsiness, that he loved you and that he promised to make you whole, to fill the void you had always feared for. All the little things he had done without you asking, or the way he loved your family as if they were his own.
You cursed yourself for being surprised at how much you realized that you truly loved Reiner, even when you were in the embrace of someone you wondered about often. You realized, the best way to prove to someone that you love them was to stick around. And Reiner had stuck around, as much as you stuck around for him.
You left Jean long time ago for reasons you only vaguely remembered now, but life went on and sooner or later you should make it in your heart to accept it. You smiled and thought of your life. Sure, there was a lot of thing you need to patch up, but what is life if not persevering?
You pulled away from Jean, surprised to see a beaten look on his face. Far away from the dandy and sharp young attorney you would see on the news. Once, you loved this man, but years had passed and the one he wanted was no longer there. You were no longer the person you were thirteen years ago. You were no longer the girl Jean longed for, all he wished for was a passing ghost that you have left behind in your adolescence.
You caressed his cheek for the last time and landed a kiss to his forehead, “Jean, I’m so proud of you. How far you have gone. I’m sorry I wouldn’t be the one you’d share your future achievement with, but for all the things you have done to me, for seeing the good in me when I could hardly see it… I want to say thank you,” you smiled although pain was searing within your chest, “there’s a world out there where this would work out. But not this world.”
The unexpected rendezvous you had with the man whom you had given your first love to ended with both of you crying at each other’s embrace, until Salerno’s closed and turned off their lights.
When Jean finally dropped you at your childhood home, the place he used to spend all the times in, Jean smiled and pointed at your room with the lights still lit, “He’s waiting?”
“I think he’s asleep. He’s a deep sleeper, he forgets to turn off the lights every time.”
“Does he even fit in your tiny bed?”
“Well, you did fit.”
“For a time.”
“Yeah, for a time.”
“So, you’ll be Mrs. Braun?”
“Yep, Mrs. Braun I will be.”
Jean scoffed, pretending to be annoyed, but smiling nonetheless, “Lucky bastard, that Mr. Braun.”
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waittttt how are you not paying for spotify premium or apple music what's your secret
i had an ipod touch for five years, i have experience in getting offline music. i hope you’re okay with breaking the law a little. i don't usually share this information but i can’t say no to my inbox.
disclamier #1: i’m not pirating “apple music” but ive been putting stuff in my apple library free of charge for years. i have free spotify so i dont really need ANOTHER streaming service, but i like downloading music for offline play.
disclaimer #2: i have an iphone and an hp laptop. i have no idea if this works on android/mac/linux, but feel free to try.
SPOTIFY
*ive heard this only works if your phone is jailbroken. its worked for all of my friends just fine, so give it a shot whether your phone is jailbroken or not*
1. alright so first you’re gonna delete free spotify off your phone.
2. you’re gonna google this thing called a configuration profile on your phone. i use app valley, but there’s a few out there.
3. find one and download it, and allow it to makes changes to your phone (settings > general > profiles & device management on iphone).
4. open that bad boy up and look for spotify. yes i know it looks sketchy and yes i know they have a lot of jailbroken apps but we’re looking for spotify. i’ve had the most luck with spotify ++ and spotify fix, but you can get one of the colorful ones if you want.
5. download it.
6. once its on your phone, go to the same place in settings and look at your “enterprise apps.” select it and trust it. now, log into the app just like you would spotify.
7. now you’ve got free spotify except you can’t download songs for offline play. that’s where we get into free apple music.
*free premium speads to your computer/console/wherever you have spotify downloaded, so no more ads anywhere*
*sometimes free spotify goes down, you get a notification about how the “certificates can’t be trusted” when you try to open the app. delete it and try to download it again. if that doesn’t work, you have to go back to free spotify, but it comes back. trust me.*
APPLE MUSIC (OR RATHER, A FREE ITUNES LIBRARY)
*THIS TAKES A LAPTOP AND A CHARGING CABLE*
*IF YOU’RE GETTING A SMALLER ARTIST’S MUSIC, YOU’RE GONNA EITHER BUY THEIR MUSIC OR BUY SOME MERCH OR SHOUT THEM OUT AND SUPPORT THEM. IF YOU’RE STEALING FROM SOMEONE FAMOUS YOU’RE GONNA DO THIS WITHOUT GUILT*
1. open up youtube and a youtube to mp3 converter. ive used mp3juices for years but use whatever makes you comfortable.
2. now, you’re gonna make sure you’re getting ads on youtube by whitelisting it on your adblocker, because in this house we support independent creators and we support those fine ass bitches through ad rev you hear me?
3. now that you’ve done your part, you’re gonna look up the song you want to download, the artist, and “topic”. (ex. “mr brightside the killers topic). this is gonna lead you to a high-res audio of the song without any weird breaks or speaking in it, unlike a lyric video or a music video. some songs don’t have “topic” videos, so you have to quality check them. it really doesn’t matter, but im really picky with what i download. the “topic” audios are part of youtube music but anyone can listen to them. they’re literally made to be downloaded and they support the artist.
4. copy the link and paste it into your converter, then download it. close any other tabs the converter tries to open up and don’t worry about them. you’re gonna download as many songs as you want. i usually do an album at a time.
*if you don’t care about album art/album organization, skip to step 10. i care a lot, so the next part is really important to me*
5. once you’re done, you’re gonna put all of those audio files on your desktop and get to the real pirating. if you’re like me and getting full albums at once, you can make this easier by selecting every song in an album at a time. all the info doesn’t have to go in at the same time. right-click and go down to “properties”
6. once you’re there go over to the details tab
7. i hope you didn’t close firefox bc we’re gonna google the album. you need, in order, the following:
- the song title
- the album artist
- the album name
-the year
-the song # on the album
-the genre
and, if you look down at the “origin”, you need the publisher. the publisher is the record company (island records, warner, billboard, etc).
the internet is going to give you all of this on page one. if you can’t find something wikipedia has your back. while you’re there get the apple music album art. (ex. “american idiot apple”)
8. you can put in things like the album name and artist for multiple songs at the same time. i do that and then go back and change the song names/track numbers. dont forget to change the file name in general as well. this is more for organization’s sake but still, do it. don’t stress about special characters.
9. once you’ve changed all the properties, make a folder for the album. drop the album’s songs in it. if you’re only downloading one song, or a handful of singles/songs on different albums, this is optional.
10. open itunes
11. drag and drop the album folder/re-propertied album file into itunes. let it transfer. there will be no album art. there’s not suppoed to be album art yet.
12. right click on the album in itunes. go over to the “album art” tab. it’s gonna be empty. look at the bottom and click “add album art” (or something similar). upload the album art you downloaded. its gonna be blurry but thats gonna go away once its on your phone
13. now, plug your phone into your computer and sync your phone. the music and the album art should get synced. if you get any error messages, or if the album art doesn’t transfer, retry it. you might have to close itunes or restart your phone, but it usually works. dont give up, no one said stealing from the rich was easy
14. once the music is on your phone, don’t delete the files. i have a music folder on my desktop with all of my albums in it. if you delete the audio files on your computer, your phone will lose the tracks the next time you add music.
15. enjoy your music! if you did steps 5-9, everything will look legit and apple will be none the wiser. if you skipped those steps, you’ll still have music on your phone.
*i have friends that have done this with androids through the google music app. you might have to do something a little different, but it should still work.*
if you still feel bad about stealing music/you don’t have a laptop, there are other options. apps like audiomack and musi let you download music to listen to offline in their apps. both apps have ads online but they dont’ interrupt playback , and both apps let you lock your phone or switch apps. as long as you don’t sell these songs as your own, it’s not technically illegal ;)
happy pirating!
#long post#music#apple music#spotify#this post has links its gonna be hidden anyways#anon asks#asks#the chronicles of screech breaking the law#kinda#i hope this makes sense
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@petty-talkofthecharts-discord-members You people really have 0 idea how industry, market, major music awards and charts work and it shows. Sit down. People are streaming because they enjoy music. You consume the music by streaming. Stop portraying people as bots and rabid fans. You listened to BE? Sorry to break it to you that you streamed. It's not about breaking records, it's not about other acts, it's about giving back love to BTS. THE BOYS explicitly said, multiple times, on a national 1/6
under a cut cause multipart
television, in US and Korea, that they want all BE songs to chart on Hot100. THEY said they want #1 BB debut w Korean song. THEY all said, multiple times, including last week, they want a Grammy. THEY all wept whole night after #1, Jimin literally cried until 4 AM on the timeline together with armys. THEY SAID in the skit, after expressing euphoria, "Hoba, don't you think this is what happiness is like?". THEY said in the skit, "This is the best gift of my life... what... what just happened" 2/6
We appreciate them and the comfort, happiness their music brings us and we want to make them happy in return. So we give them what makes them happy. By doing what makes us happy. Which is listening to their music. If you don't want to see BTS happy, if you don't want them to get the awards they want, don't be a pressed anti in other people's business and let armys do what they want. If you think BTS is inorganic, that's fine, whatever helps you sleep at night, but know that so are all your 3/6
faves whoever they are. Name one organic big western act. Don't be shy, baby, speak into the mic. And it's cute how you think the strategies are a new thing on the west and how it's tied to BTS and ??kpop?? somehow? Do a little research on the history of Billboard charts. Whole history. Not just the last decade. Although the last decade has plenty of gems, too. Come on, sweetie. And let's not even BEGIN to talk about payola and blacklisting and fucking bundles. DON'T FUCKING LET ME START ON 4/6
blacklisting and payola and western acts and other certain acts and all your precious organic gp-loved "critically-acclaimed" radio-loved faves. You don't wanna have that convo, you really, really don't. It's gonna get real embarrassing for all non-BTS real quick. The receipts are out there, honey. So maybe don't start convos about charts and music industry when you're absolutely oblivious about everything, including how much you don't know about anything. 5/6
Y'all pressed people need to stop disrespecting BTS. You come and say THAT after everything Joon said and expressed just recently? Seriously? I hope the fuck you're now spewing this on weverse or twitter where there's even a tiny possibility he can see it. I have 2 questions for you: how could you? Why do you hate him so much? 6/6
my dude. first of all i literally disagreed with the anon that said streaming is inorganic lol.
as i have said through my responses multiple times, i think STREAMING IS IMPORTANT AND VALID. i said streaming serves a lot of purposes and streaming gets artists growth. i literally said this at least 3x. i am not here to argue organic/inorganic. please don’t put words in my mouth. i did not say that any of the western acts are organic. i never said that they don’t have strategies to get their numbers higher. i said western artists have easier times getting radio play than our boys do because they compose music primarily in english and that’s absolutely not fair and xenophobic, and streaming is a way to combat that from our side. i was praising those who take the time to stream. i am literally saying its UNFAIR that our boys don’t get more chances to get heard on the radio.
the only point i am trying to make is that nobody is obligated to stream. my original post was made in response to many many tweets i saw that were straight up BASHING on those who dont stream, saying they’re not real fans or they don’t deserve to get decent concert tickets. there are MANY MANY ways of supporting BTS or any other artist you like, and that’s buying tickets. buying merch. buying albums. i don’t want anyone to feel guilty or bad because there are people telling them theyre not doing enough, when they are. the only obligations we have as fans is to enjoy the music. that IS streaming. the very definition of streaming is to listen to a song in real time. please take a look at my answers again. i’ll even quote one here:
we have a right to enjoy content however we want. if that means streaming to you, then yay! if that means listening once today and once tomorrow, yay!
i am trying to say that there should not be any bullying of people to stream. im no way am i discounting the importance of streaming. i am saying it should be something undertaken willingly.
(p.s. what? lol i can’t even fathom why you think i would dedicate nearly two years of my life to run a blog about a guy i ‘hate’?)
edit: also in case it isnt clear, ive been talking about mass-streaming. not just listening to the album. ive been talking about the culture that promotes people staying up and sacrificing sleep/health to stream.
#pls dont confuse anon comments with my own views#you say 'let armys do what they want'#which is funny#because thats literally what ive been saying in every ask ive gotten so far#i said as long as ur not hurting anyone#u can do whatever u want#🙃#rain reply#dreamers
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Hellion (Demon!Ashton)
Hello sweet babies. This is the beginning of a supernatural series I’m going to be writing. The worlds are going to intertwine a bit, and you’ll see how thats going to work :)) I loved writing this so much and I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I do. It’s 9k words that im very proud of.
warnings: a bit of violence but thats about it, a small mention of alcohol use
Ivy Jane was what most people would consider a prodigy.
She began her career as an artist at the young age of 14. She painted, sculpted, welded, and drew like nothing anyone had ever seen. It didn’t seem possible for someone so young to have perfected their talent in such a short span of time. But she seemed to be the exception.
She sold her pieces for large amounts of money, far more money than any teenager should be able to get their hands on. But she was alone, thrown into the system as a toddler when she could no longer be cared for. She hated not having anyone to share her money with, but her success pulled her out of foster care and into her own penthouse high above New York City where her manager cared for her, or at least kept her alive so she could continue making him money. Richard was the closest thing she had to family.
But what no one knew was how Ivy Jane became such a good artist. When she was asked this question by interviewers, she simply played it off on her dark past and that she was projecting all of her teen angst into the art. But dark was only one word one might use to describe her past.
Ivy Jane made a deal. Not the type you make with a pinky promise, no this was the type of deal you made with blood. The type of deal that you make at a crossroads. The type that requires you to sell your soul to a handsome devil dressed in all black clothes. He makes 10 years sound like you’ve got all the time in the world.
“Come on then, sweetheart. What else do you need to know?” The demon asked. He was tall with broad shoulders and perfectly shaped lips.
“What happens after ten years?” Ivy asked.
“Your soul is mine, and you’ll be on your merry way to hell. But, as part of this deal I can come to you at any time for a favor.” He picks at his fingernails as if he’s bored to death.
“A favor?” She asks.
“Yes. And you’ll comply, or the deal is void and you’ll go straight to the pits with no questions asked.” He steps around her, his unhuman movements too quick for Ivy to follow, as he is suddenly about 10 feet away from her, sitting on one of the low branches of a tall oak tree.
“What’s it like in hell?” Ivy asks yet another question, driving the demon crazy.
“Listen, sweetheart, I don’t have all night. Either you take the deal or you don’t. Either way your choice isn’t going to hurt my nonexistent feelings.” He rolls his red eyes and lounges against the trunk of the tree.
She didn’t want to go back to that foster home. All she wanted was to be a famous artist, and in her fourteen year old mind, ten years of that was better than any amount of time in foster care.
“Okay.” She finally sighed. “You’ve got a deal.” Ivy put her hand out to shake his.
“Tsk tsk, sweetheart. That’s not how these things work.” The demon jumps down from the tree, his red hair that matched his eyes shining in the moonlight. He grabs her hand flipping it over so that her palm is facing upwards. “This deal requires blood.” He pulls out what appears to be a pocket knife, its silver and decorated intricately. And before she can protest, he’s slicing it across her palm, making her flinch from the pain.
Ivy can feel the blood pooling in her palm and dripping between the spaces of her fingers. The demon keeps hold of her hand, pulling out his contract and pressing her palm against it. After her blood has soaked into the paper, he throws the contract up into the air just as it bursts into flames and disappears behind a puff of smoke.
“That’s it? What now?” She asks.
“So many questions.” He rolls his eyes again and begins to walk to the center of the crossroads. “Don’t forget about my favor, Ivy Jane.” He drops his eye in a wink and then disappears. It happens so quickly that Ivy isn’t even sure she really saw him standing there at all.
Her fame began as quickly as she hoped it would. A painting that she had posted online, was suddenly getting the attention of millionaire art collectors. She had people begging for her work faster than she could create it. She thrived on the feeling of being wanted by so many people.
Richard, her manager, scooped her up and managed everything she was too busy to take care of herself. She was the most sought after artist for several years. But then everything stopped almost as quickly as it had started. She was lucky if she could sell enough to feed herself. Ivy had to move out of her penthouse and into a one bedroom apartment in much dingier part of the city. It was always impossibly noisy, making it impossible to work on anything new. Everything was falling apart even before her ten years was up and she had no idea why.
Ivy saw the demon now and then. He mostly haunted her dreams, but sometimes she would see his face in a crowd or on a random billboard as she rode the bus through the city, always making sure that she didn’t forget about him. But no matter how many times she asked, he never told her why her fame had suddenly stopped.
She was a mess, to say the least. She had turned to alcohol and practically drank herself into oblivion every night just to make life seem a little less shitty. But it didn’t matter what she did, she always woke up in the same hellhole apartment filled with half painted canvases and ashtrays filled with cigarette butts.
Tonight, Ivy found herself in the bar just around the corner from her apartment building. It was filled with smoke and the smell of cheap whiskey. She could hear the clanging of pool balls as they were hit around the tables. But she was currently having a hard time seeing straight after the bottle of vodka she had been nursing the past couple hours was suddenly half empty. The clear liquid burned her throat after each drink, but she didn’t care.
When she tried to stand up from the barstool, she stumbled and knocked over a few drinks of the people sitting beside her at the bar. Ivy didn’t stop to apologize and just kept walking towards the bathroom. She wanted to wash her face and try to sober up before she attempted to walk home.
The sink was disgusting and covered in grime and motorcycle grease, but Ivy turned on the cold water and started splashing it on her face. It wasn’t really helping at all. She straightened up slowly, closing one eye and trying to see herself in dingy old piece of glass that was being used as a mirror. And in her drunken haze, she could have sworn she saw someone in the mirror behind her. She spun around, almost falling over in the process, to see no one there. Alcohol must have been playing tricks on her tonight, but when she turned to look in the mirror he was there again, the demon, propped against the door of one of the empty stalls. This time when she spun around, he didn’t disappear, he only smiled wickedly as fear washed over her entire body.
“I see you’re doing well, sweetheart.” He stands up straight, disappearing momentarily and then reappearing right next to Ivy. “I’ve missed you.” He whispers against the shell of her ear, making her shiver uncontrollably.
“My ten years isn’t up for 6 months asshole, what the hell has been going on?” Her voice shakes a bit when she tries to back away from him.
“Whatever do you mean?” He pretends to be innocent with a smile on his face.
“No one’s bought a piece of art from me for years. Your end of the deal isn’t holding up.” Ivy stumbles a bit, reaching out to balance against the cold red bricks of the wall. She uses her arm to try and wipe the water and sweat from her face onto her leather jacket.
“I said I would make you a famous artist. I didn’t say I would make people want to buy your work or that your work would be any good. The fact that you’re washed up, isn’t my problem.” He waves her off and slowly walks around her.
“That…that’s not fair. You cheated me out of my entire life!” Ivy can feel the anger coursing through her veins and her hands ball into fists.
“You’ve spent the last nine and half years of your life as pathetically as possible. You travelled from city to city and did nothing with your time. Blaming me for your shit decisions, is just an excuse sweetheart.” His voice is deep and serious as he watches her through his round frame sunglasses.
Ivy hated knowing there was a small part of what he said that was right. She had gotten to a certain point in her life where she relied on the deal they had made to get her through, thinking that nothing could screw it up. But making her a decent human being wasn’t part of the deal. She chose to drink and party and let herself and her talent waste away. What kind of person trusts a demon anyways?
“So why are you here now?” She manages to choke out, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Remember that favor?” He wets his lips and pushes back some of his hair that had fallen on his forehead. Ivy’s stomach twisted but she nods ‘yes’. “I’ve come to collect on it, sweetheart.”
“What kind of favor are we talking about?” Ivy hiccupped, still half-drunk, but less than she was before she came in here.
“I need you to help me get to something. Something that I can’t get to on my own.” He continues to walk around her in a circle that is almost dizzying.
“There’s something the big bad demon can’t get by himself?” She hiccups again with a laugh.
“It’s Ashton, doll. Start calling me that.” He finally stops in front of her, looking over the rim of his dark sunglasses.
“You have a name?” Ivy starts to wobble on her feet, feeling dizzy.
“Yes? Why wouldn’t I?” Ashton says.
“I don’t feel so good.” She stumbles forward into Ashton’s chest, but he doesn’t move.
“Ridiculous human. Let’s get you home then.” Ashton grabs Ivy by the waist and hoists her over his shoulder.
She’s too drunk to protest, so she closes her eyes and lets him carry her out of the bar. Ivy can feel the crisp fall air of New York City practically hit her in the face just before she completely passes out in the arms of a demon.
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The next morning, or maybe it was afternoon, Ivy slowly opened her eyes. The sunlight pouring in through the sheer white curtains, stinging her eyes and making her squint to try and see around the room. She couldn’t remember much, but there were definitely some weird things happening in her dreams last night. When she tries to sit up, her head starts to spin and the room starts to tilt.
“Fucking hell.” She says to herself.
“Not quite, sweetheart.” His voice comes from the doorway, making Ivy jump practically halfway across her bed.
“You…You’re actually here?” She breathes.
“Do we really need to go through all of this again? You owe me a favor, Ivy Jane. And I’m here to collect on it. End of story.” He walks into the room, leaning across the bed balancing one hand against the mattress and the other holding out a glass of water. Ivy flinches away at first. “I’m not going to bite, sweetheart. We barely know each other.” He smiles wickedly, the dimples in his cheeks showing in a way that made Ivy’s whole face heat up.
“I suppose there’s no way I’m getting out of this?” Ivy sighs, taking the glass of water and putting it to her lips. He watches with fascination as she drinks every drop. “What are you looking at?” She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Human essentials interest me. All the things you require to function are kind of pathetic.” He sits on the edge of the bed and watches Ivy’s nose scrunch up in confusion.
“What did you say your name was again?” She shakes her head and rubs at her temples.
“Ashton.” He replies, eyes never leaving her.
“Are you going to stare at me like this all day or?” Ivy pulls the blankets up higher on her body. Ashton scoffs.
“We have a very long trip ahead of us. I suggest you shower and pack a bag.” Ashton stands up from the bed and starts to walk back towards the doorway.
“A trip? You aren’t serious?” Ivy laughs a little, nervousness evident in the sound.
“I’ll get you some food. Take a shower, you smell like a biker bar.” Ashton smirks before walking out of Ivy’s room. Ivy quietly mocks his instructions when he’s out of sight. “I can still see you, sweetheart.” Ashton says from the kitchen.
“Fucking demon.” She grumbles, flinging the blankets off of her body and standing up off the bed to stretch her dehydrated muscles.
“Heard that too.” Ashton says.
“Can you turn off your super demon hearing so I can bitch about you in peace?” Ivy shouts as she enters her bathroom and closes the door. Her back presses to it and her eyes close. She had no idea what she was in for, or what she had gotten herself into but there was no taking it back. She made a deal with a crossroads demon that could never be undone.
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“Rome?! As in Rome, Italy?! That’s where we’re going?!” Ivy whisper shouted at Ashton as they walked swiftly through the airport.
“Is there any other? Do try to keep up, sweetheart. We’re in a hurry.” Ashton’s long legs allow him to move in much faster strides than Ivy as she struggles with her suitcase and carryon bag.
“Why me?” She suddenly asks, coming to a halt. Ashton stops, turning on his heel to walk back towards Ivy.
“Because you belong to me, understand?” He says through gritted teeth.
“Don’t you have other contracts? Someone else you could get to do your bitch work?” Ivy stands her ground and doesn’t back away from him.
“Of course I do. But I prefer to torture you and only you, Ivy Jane. Now move your pretty ass, and get it onto this plane, yeah?” Ashton takes off his round frame sunglasses and looks down at her.
“Why aren’t your eyes red?” She asks, ignoring the ass comment. They were a newly gorgeous green color, one that reminded Ivy of the soft moss that covers the rocks in the woods. She didn’t hate looking at them when they were this color.
“I swear, you ask more questions than any other human.” He grumbles.
“It’s a gift.” Ivy shrugs her shoulders and begins walking towards the gate to their plane. Ashton rolls his eyes with a small smile on his face before following her onto the plane. When they find their seats, Ivy becomes curious again.
“Please don’t ask another question.” Ashton sighs.
“Why can’t you just teleport us to Rome? Would have saved some cash on these first class tickets.” Ivy reclines in her seat and relaxes her arms over her head. Ashton laughs quietly.
“Halfway across the planet is a bit far for teleporting. I’d like to make sure we get there, and don’t end up in the middle of the ocean, if that’s okay with you?” He slips his black blazer off of his shoulders and settles in his seat next to Ivy.
“Would it matter much for me? My life is practically over at this point.” Her voice didn’t show any signs of worry, and that was a little unsettling to Ashton.
“Maybe you should try to enjoy what you’ve got left, yeah? “ He doesn’t look at her.
“I’m sure this trip to Rome isn’t for vacation purposes, Ashton.” Ivy sighs.
“No, but I promise it will be better than drinking yourself to death in that bar.” His voice is serious, but he pops in some earbuds and closes his eyes. The perfect way to get her to stop asking so many questions.
Ivy watched the world by pass by her through the window of the plane. The sun was going down over New York and it was more beautiful from up here than it had ever been down there. Something about the way the oranges and reds painted the blue sky and made some of the prettiest purples Ivy had ever seen, was calming. She itched to paint it, to appreciate it just a little. But any time she felt that way, she always picked up a bottle of vodka instead, because she knew she didn’t deserve to feel good, not after what she had done.
“Champagne?” A flight attendant asked as she stopped her drink cart.
“God yes.” Ivy leaned her body over Ashton to take a glass from her.
“No, no alcohol. I need you coherent and completely focused when we get there.” Ashton plucked the glass from Ivy’s hands.
“Come on Ashton, it’s one glass.” Ivy takes the glass back and brings it to her lips, tipping the glass back completely.
She held it there a moment, and nothing came out of the glass. Ivy opened her eyes to see that the bubbly liquid that once occupied the champagne flute was completely empty of it’s contents. Ivy stared at it for a moment, and Ashton watched as her eyebrows scrunched together in confusion before she put the pieces together and understood that he had in fact, made the champagne disappear from the glass.
“No alcohol.” Ashton brings his face closer to her, Ivy’s face still scrunched up in confusion. “Your need to defy me is getting old, darling. So please just do as I say from here on out.” He says the words quietly, only loud enough for Ivy to hear.
Ivy rolls her eyes, shoving the champagne glass at Ashton before falling back into her seat with an annoyed grunt. She hated how much power this demon had over her. He literally owned her life and she had no choice but to abide by everything he asked. But as hard as Ashton tried to be a scary and intimidating demon, there was something soft about him. Something in the color of his green eyes that made him seem a bit more human and annoyingly attractive. If Ashton was going to damn her soul to hell, maybe she shouldn’t go down easily.
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Ivy felt a weight lift off of her chest as their car drove through the cobblestone streets of Rome. It was beautiful here no matter what time of year it was. There were ropes of lights hung across the old stone buildings and a constantly busy marketplace. There was music playing in every direction and the mouth-watering smells of the endless bakeries was almost more than she could handle. The small smile on her face must have given her away.
“Enjoying yourself, Ivy Jane?” Ashton said from the driver’s seat.
“Don’t get used to it. I’ll be back to my wallowing in my own self-pity soon enough.” She turned her head slightly to watch his face. He was kind of beautiful with all the lights bouncing off his prominent jawline as they drove through the streets.
“Always looking forward to that.” He teased as they pulled up outside of what appeared to be a rather upscale hotel. “We are going to crash here for the night. Tomorrow we have a lot of work to do.” Ashton tosses the car key to a valet, like he’s done it a million times before.
Ivy waits patiently as Ashton checks them into the hotel. She kept her eyes on the gold trim and intricate designs of the architecture inside the old hotel. She wished more than anything she had a sketch pad that she could start drawing in. She never wanted to forget the way anything here looked. But while she was waiting, someone caught her eye as they walked by. He was tall, dressed completely in black, with blonde curls styled back away from his face. As soon as she saw him Ivy felt a chill consume her whole body. He was dangerously handsome, and his eyes were on her as well, smiling and biting into his bottom lip. There were two girls under his arms, laughing and not taking notice as he practically drank Ivy in. She felt uneasy under his gaze and quickly turned away to look for Ashton. It didn’t take long, because as soon as she turned her head he was right in front of her.
“You need to come with me, now.” Ashton’s jaw was tense as he grabbed onto Ivy’s wrist and pulled her towards the elevators. Once the gold colored doors shut, he had her pressed against the mirrored wall with his body, hands pressed to the mirror on either side of her head.
“Ashton…” She started to say.
“Listen closely, sweetheart. I only want to explain this once.” His mouth was dangerously close to hers, and Ivy felt herself wanting to close that little gap between them, and it made her stomach twist to think of it. “This city is heaped full of vampires. That guy down in the lobby? He was definitely one of them and he’s definitely going to tell the rest of his coven that I’m here. So now we have even less time to prepare you than I had originally planned. Understand?” Ashton’s eyes never left hers, and she could see flakes of red start to melt through his green irises. Ivy nodded yes in agreement.
Just as she finishes nodding the gold doors ding and slide open to the floor Ashton had selected. He stays looking at her a moment longer before using his inhuman speed and practically vanishing all together. Once Ivy collected herself and evened out her breathing, she found him leaning against the door of their room at the other end of the hallway.
“Are you planning on filling me on any of this? Because I feel like I know absolutely nothing about what is going on here.” Ivy walks past him and into the room. She throws her bag down on the bed only to be startled by Ashton’s sudden presence behind her.
“This favor I need…” He starts, pushing his hair back away from his forehead. “I need you to get something for me. And it requires sending you into a den of vampires with no protection.” Ashton sits on the corner of the bed and watches her face go pale.
“Do I look like the type of person who deals with vampires?! I mean we are talking about the real thing right? The blood drinking kind?!” Ivy paces the floor in front of the bed.
“If you do as I say, then you’ll likely come out of this unscathed. And if you succeed, I’ll add another 10 years to our contract.” Ashton’s elbows are rested on his knees as he looks down at his fingers that are playing with the silver rings on each of his fingers.
“What exactly do I have to do?” She stops in front of him, just a foot away as he slowly looks up at her.
“These vampires…they stole something from me. Something that I need to get back. And they’ve taken it somewhere that I can’t go.” Ashton stands up, walking over to the mini bar area and pouring some water into a cup.
“Where can’t you go?” Ivy asks, following him without even thinking.
“Holy ground. The vamps do enjoy their nightly raves in the catacombs though, which is where you come in.” Ashton hands her the cup of water and she takes it, backing up until she’s sitting back on the bed, head spinning with all these thoughts.
“So you want me to walk into a vampire rave and retrieve this thing you need? Aren’t they going to know I’m human?” Ivy asks.
“Of course. They always have humans at their parties, they need someone to feed on don’t they?” Ashton smiles, knowing that he wasn’t helping the sick feeling in Ivy’s stomach.
“And you expect me to somehow slip right in and not become some vampires blood bag? Do you hear how insane that sounds, Ashton?” Ivy’s voice cracks a little as she speaks and Ashton can’t help smile a bit more at the sound.
“You’re perfect.” He says without thinking. “For this job, I mean.” Ashton quickly corrects himself, clearing his throat and sitting down on the other side of the bed.
“What am I looking for while I’m in there?” Ivy asks, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as a rose color appears on her cheeks.
“It’s an amulet. It’s a pentagon shaped, black jewel on a gold chain. And I’ve got to have it before the end of the night tomorrow when the moon is full.” Ashton feels like he may have said too much to the girl with so many questions.
“And what will this amulet do?” She asked, Ashton should have known.
“I need it to bring back a friend of mine. A friend that was banished a long time ago.” He doesn’t look up, but Ivy can see that the subject pains him a little when his jaw sets tightly and his fists ball up.
“Will you tell me your plan at least?” She asks with a long sigh.
“In the morning. Right now, the human requires sleep.” Ashton stands from the bed and walks around to pull the blankets down from where they’re tucked.
“And you don’t?” Ivy raises a questioning eyebrow.
“Demons don’t need sleep. I only sleep if I want to. This isn’t one of those times.” He motions with his head for her to get into the bed and she doesn’t argue, exhaustion had started setting in not long ago.
“What are you going to do?” Ivy asks, pulling the lush blankets around her and settling into the bed.
“Preparations for tomorrow. Go to sleep, Ivy Jane.” Ashton flicks off the light switch and goes to the couch in the other room. He does his best not to look back at the bed, knowing the longer he looks at her the harder it will be to look away.
He sat on the couch with his plans spread out across the coffee table for a few hours. Going over them again and again. He needed to believe that somehow he would make this work this time. He went through this every full moon, trying to get back the amulet that would set his friend free from his imprisonment. All the other humans had failed him, losing their lives to a vampire, or if they did make it out it was always empty handed, and Ashton was forced to send them straight to hell, merely because he couldn’t stand to look at them a moment longer.
But there was something about this girl. Something that drove him absolutely mad. He hated that human softness he still carried with him after hundreds of years. He cared about her wellbeing, and that had never happened before. And he had waited until there was no other choice to put her in danger. She was his last hope to succeed.
Ashton could hear the soft snores escaping Ivy Jane’s mouth from the other side of the room. He wished that he hated the sound, but it was more soothing than anything else. And before he knew what he was doing, he was on his feet and walking towards the bed. He found himself lying down on the mattress on his back with his arms resting behind his head. He made sure not to shift the bed too much and wake her, but as soon as he was settled, like a magnet, Ivy was rolling over and tucking herself into Ashton’s side. He was frozen, not sure what he should do. Her body against him sent an unfamiliar warm feeling through his human form. There was a look of almost disgust on his face when he realized that he…felt something. He wanted to shake it away, but then her soft hand slid up his chest and gripped onto the collar of his shirt in comfort. And Ashton couldn’t fight the urge anymore, so he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer without another thought.
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“Wake up.” A voice whispered next to Ivy’s ear. It was so soft, she wasn’t sure she had actually heard it at all. “Wake up, beautiful.” The voice said again. Ivy could have sworn the voice was in her head. She carefully started to open her eyes. “Get dressed and meet me downstairs, quickly now sweetheart.”
Ivy jolted up in the bed then. Ashton’s voice was quite literally in her head, and he was nowhere to be seen. His demon abilities were a constant surprise. She sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed at her face a few times trying to make sure things were real. Ivy wasn’t sure if she had dreamt that she was being held by Ashton all night, or if it had actually happened and the fact that it didn’t bother her in the slightest if it had, was a little strange for her.
She got dressed quickly, throwing her hair up messily. On her way out of the door, Ivy noticed a bagel and to-go coffee sitting on the counter top with a note. Her heart started to beat just a little faster.
Eat this, human. You’re going to need it. Is what the note read in beautiful cursive handwriting. Ivy smiled and rolled her eyes playfully. She held the bagel in her mouth as she gathered her things and hurried out the door.
When she arrived downstairs in the lobby, she could see Ashton waiting for her by the front doors. He was standing there with a small smile on face and his arms resting behind his back. But what stood out he most, was that he wasn’t wearing his normal black dress clothes. Instead, he had on a fitted black tshirt and black gym shorts. It was a very different look for him, but it made him look almost relaxed, and that was something Ivy could get used to seeing. She tried to bite her lip as she approached him and hide the smile that was trying to spread across her face, but it wasn’t much use.
“Good morning.” Ashton said just as she stopped in front of him.
“Is it?” Ivy asked, taking another dramatic bite of her bagel, making Ashton laugh quietly.
“We shall see. Come on then. We don’t have much time.” Ashton turns and then offers Ivy his arm to hold onto while they walked. She raised an adorable eyebrow at him for only a short moment before taking his arm and letting him lead her outside of the hotel to where the car was waiting.
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They drove outside of the busy city for quite some time. Ivy tried to soak up as much of the countryside as she could, hoping maybe one day she would have some time to paint it. But she wasn’t going to get her hopes up, when her only hope was to retrieve an amulet from a den of vampires.
Ashton drove suddenly pulled off onto a side road made of gravel and rocks until they reached a large open field with some wooded off to one side. The sun was hovering off in the distance, really make that red color of Ashton’s hair pop. He stopped the car on the side of the road, taking off his sunglasses to look over at Ivy.
“Just beyond that wooded area, is a church. The church has miles of catacombs beneath it, and I can’t get close to it without burning from the inside out.” He pauses for a moment to watch her face. He didn’t want to do this to her. She was the one human he wanted to keep safe. “The vampires have parties there, almost nightly, and they keep the amulet here so I can’t get to it.”
“And I’m going to find an amulet, somewhere in the miles of catacombs below an old terrifying church?” Ivy asks, eyes meeting his. Ashton nods. “Perfect.” Ivy sighs.
“What do you know about vampires?” Ashton asks.
“They drink blood. Don’t like the sunlight. The obvious things.” Ivy responds.
“Vampires are deceiving. It’s part of their power of sorts. They can lure you in without you even knowing what’s happened. They use humans for blood and sex and these parties they have are practically just for those two things.” Ashton explains, not sure how Ivy would react to something like this.
“Okay. And how am I going to get past them?” Ivy tries to put on her brave face now.
“You just need to fit in. But you also need to know how to protect yourself. Come with me.” Ashton opens his car door and walks around towards the trunk, where he waits for Ivy to join him. She takes a few deep breaths before exiting the car and joining Ashton at the back of the car.
“Can you fight?” He asks suddenly.
“Fight? Fight vampires? You’re kidding right?” Ivy half laughs.
“If things go badly, I want you to at least be able to protect yourself.” This was something Ashton didn’t do with the others.
“I’ve never fought anyone, Ashton.” She tells him.
“We have work to do then.” Ashton reaches into the trunk of the car and pulls out a long wooden box. There are symbols carved into the top and sides that Ivy does not recognize. Ashton opens the box to show her what’s inside. “This is a vampire stake, and you’re going to use it if you need to, alright?”
“You want me to stab a vampire with that? Ashton, this is getting more and more unreal.” Ivy pushes her hair away from her face in exasperation.
“It’s only if things go badly, okay? I’m going to teach you how to fight the best that I can in the next few hours. It’s better than sending you in there with nothing.” He closes the box and looks away from her eyes.
Ivy felt nervous. But it wasn’t because she was about to walk into a den of vampires, no she was nervous about disappointing the demon who owned her soul. She didn’t know why her feelings had suddenly changed, but she wasn’t scared of him anymore.
“Alright, demon. Teach me to fight.” Ivy shrugs her shoulders and motions for him to lead the way. Ashton smiles and walks past her into the middle of the field.
“Show me what you’ve got, sweetheart.” Ashton puts his arms out at his sides, giving her a free shot.
“I can’t hit you…” Ivy almost mumbles the words.
“I promise that you won’t hurt me.” He tries to encourage her.
Ivy looks down at her hands for a moment, contemplating how to go about this, when she suddenly hears his voice in her head again.
You’re thinking too much. Just hit me.
“What’s with this whole mind talking thing? It’s a little weird.” She laughs.
“It’s how I’m going to be with you when you’re inside the catacombs. I can hear you, and you can hear me.” He steps closer to her.
“Can you always hear what I’m thinking?” Ivy swallows hard.
“No. Only if your thoughts are sent to me directly. But I could guess…” Ashton disappears a moment, then reappears behind Ivy, his mouth against the shell of her ear. “Are you thinking of that shiver you feel when I’m near you?” His lips brush against her ear making her eyes fall shut. “Or maybe that knot in your stomach that appears when I call you sweetheart?” The tips of his fingers are brushing up her arm.
Ivy lets out a shaky breath, keeping her eyes closed tightly.
“That’s right, Ivy Jane. You’re mine.” Ashton’s words have a direct line between her legs. Her eyes snap open and she spins around quickly only to see that he isn’t there anymore. Ivy whips around again, looking all around the open field, not seeing Ashton anywhere.
“Ashton?” She asks.
Over here. His voice says in her head. She spins around again, feeling his presence but still not seeing him.
Here. He says again. Ivy’s eyes can’t find him as she frantically looks around. And then suddenly he’s behind her again, pulling one of her arms behind her back and pinning it there. Ivy struggles against him for a moment until he speaks again.
“You’ve got be aware of everything. Don’t let them get behind you, easy access to your throat.” Ivy stills in her struggling when Ashton runs the tip of his nose softly and slowly up the side of her neck. Her whole body shutters.
“Anything else?” Ivy asks.
“You’ve got to be quick.” He says, releasing her arm and turning Ivy’s body to face him. “If they’re coming at you, you’ve got to find the quickest way out.”
Ashton worked with her all day long, showing Ivy as many moves as he could. He showed her some old blueprints of the catacombs in hopes that she might be able to remember something that would help her get out as fast as possible if need be. But now he needed to give her the final touch, one that he wasn’t extremely pleased about some vampire seeing but it had to be done.
“It isn’t another stake, is it?” Ivy teased as they walked back to the car.
“No, no more stakes.” Ashton opened the trunk of the car again, pulling out a white shopping bag and dangling it in front of her.
“What’s this?” Ivy took the bag from his hands and started pulling the item clothing out.
“So you’ll fit in.” He watches her face carefully. Ivy pulled the dress out of the bag, holding it up so she could see it.
“Let me get this straight. On top of everything else, you want me to do all of this in a goddamn dress?” Ivy’s eyes are wide as she looks over at Ashton, who has a big grin on his face.
“Just put the dress on, Ivy Jane.” Ashton shook his head a few times, shoving his hands into the pockets of his gym shorts.
The dress was all black and floor length. Ivy couldn’t imagine fighting a vampire in a dress like this, but then she noticed the slit going all the way up one side of the dress. She was more nervous than ever.
“Turn around.” She makes a circular motion with her finger, asking Ashton to run around while she changed. He rolls his green eyes, turning to face away from where she was changing behind the trunk. After a few minutes of scrambling into the dress, Ivy huffs out a long breath and taps Ashton on the shoulder. “What do you think?” She asks.
Ashton could barely keep himself from completely ravishing her right here right now. Ivy looked perfect. It complimented every part of her. And that slit that went all the way up to her hip, would likely be his undoing. But he cleared his throat, and took a few steps towards her.
“You’re fucking beautiful.” He says with a quiet laugh following. “One more thing.” Ashton reaches into the trunk, pulling out the stake and a leather thigh holster.
“I’ve got to carry that thing on my thigh?” She asks with wide eyes.
“No better place.” Ashton smiles wickedly. “Come here and sit back.” He motions for her to sit down on the hood of the car. Ivy walks around to the front of the car, sitting down and scooting back just a bit, the material of the dress slipping around her leg as she lift up towards him. Her heart was beating so fast she was sure that he could hear it.
“Go on then.” Ivy says, leaning back on her hands as Ashton steps forward with his eyes on hers, letting Ivy press her foot to his chest so she can continue to hold up her leg while he buckles the holster to her thigh.
“Won’t they be able to see it?” Ivy breathes out when Ashton’s hands ghost from the top of her thigh down to her ankle.
“I’ve put a glamour on the stake, they wont be able to see it.” He says the words against the skin of her ankle that he’s moved up to his mouth. Ivy can feel her entire body quake.
“How much time do I have?” She manages to spill out, eyes falling closed at the sensation of his lips on her skin.
“You need to have the amulet to me before the sun rises.” He’s pressing kisses up her leg. Ashton wants her, but he’s got a mission to complete first. He gently puts her leg down and watches as her pretty lips begin to pout.
“I guess I need to go?” Ivy sighs.
“The party will have started now.” Ashton helps Ivy stand up straight on her feet, keeping her close to him.
“Show me where this church is?” Ivy asks, looking down at her feet. Ashton reaches up, pulling the hair tie out of her hair and letting it fall over her shoulders. Ashton’s pointer finger hooks under her chin and pulls her eyes up to his.
“You’ve got so much life left to live, Ivy Jane, so please come back to me.” He leans down and presses his forehead to hers.
“That’s the plan.” She whispers, hands itching to reach out and touch him.
“Come on. I’ll show you.” Ashton’s fingers lace between Ivy’s as he walks her across the field towards the wooded area.
Once they’ve walked a ways into the woods, and the church comes into sight, Ashton comes to a sudden stop. When he looks down at his hands he can see fire trying to seep through his pores. He’s gotten too close.
“This is where I stop.” He presses a kiss to the back of her hand before letting it go.
“See you soon?” Ivy feels silly after she says it.
“Soon.” Ashton repeats. She smiles at him, though it’s a weak one, and then turns to walk towards the church before she changes her mind completely. “Ivy Jane?” She hears from behind her.
“Don’t let any filthy vamps touch you in that dress, yeah?” Ashton smiles, putting his hands back in his pockets.
“I make no promises.” Ivy teases, turning back towards the church and feeling her stomach tighten.
The church is a decaying relic to say the least, there isn’t much left of it at all. The old yellow bricks are lying in random piles throughout the area. But what finally catches her attention is the sound of electronic music coming from one of the piles of bricks. And as she approaches it, she can see that it’s actually an entrance to what she assumes is the catacombs. Ivy crawls over the bricks carefully and begins to descend the stairs leading down into a black hallway.
Ivy’s breathing is uneven and ragged. She can’t see a thing, but she can hear the music. The catacombs smell musty and damp. There was nothing appealing about any of this, and she couldn’t imagine why it would be a vampires chosen place for parties. Her fingertips stayed on the wall as she followed it through the dark. It had seemed like forever, but she finally found the series of rooms holding the vampires and their party.
There were hundreds of people, it could have been an actual night club down here. There were colored lights flashing and people dancing everywhere. Ivy walked into the party area, bumping into sweaty bodies and glass cups full of alcoholic liquid. She had no idea where to begin looking for this amulet.
Find the vampires. They’ll be sitting back watching the humans. Ashton’s voice suddenly said in her head, almost making her jump.
“Fancy seeing you here.” A voice that Ivy didn’t recognize says from behind her. She whirls around to see the curly haired blonde vampire from the hotel standing in front of her.
Get away from him. Quickly.
Ivy rolls her eyes at the sound of Ashton’s voice.
“Um hey there. I heard about this great party.” Ivy tries to sound sincere.
“I know why you’re here.” Is all he says in return.
“For a great time?” Ivy knows she isn’t coming off as convincing at all. The vampire laughs.
“You want the amulet don’t you? The one that demons been after?” He says.
“I um…no. What demon?” Ivy stumbles all over her words.
You’re a terrible actress, you know that? Ask him what he knows. Ashton’s voice says in her head. Ivy rolls her eyes.
“We saw each other at the hotel. I know exactly what that demons been up to.” He says, stepping up closer to Ivy so only she can hear him. “And I want to help.” Ivy’s eyes almost pop out of her skull when she hears the words.
“You want to help me?” She whispers.
“Yes, I do. I’m Luke.” He puts his hand out to shake hers, she stares at it for a moment.
See what he’s willing to do. Ashton says.
“Ivy.” She shakes his hand quickly, before Luke is pulling her off to the side.
“We can do this quickly and effortlessly, understand? One of the older vamps has been wearing that amulet around down here for a couple hundred years. I had one of the girls he’s been drinking on tonight take some things to make him sleep. But it won’t last long, so you’ve got to get in there now.” Luke pulls Ivy along by the elbow, showing her to another room full of vampires.
“I’m just going to walk in there and take it?” Her eyes furrow. “That’s too easy.”
“It can be. Now lets go, follow my lead.” Luke says.
“Why are you doing this?” Ivy asks.
“That’s a story for another time, Ivy.” He smiles, and his fangs withdraw just the slightest bit.
Kick his ass. I’m serious. Ashton comes into her head.
“Stop it.” Ivy says, meant for Ashton.
“Stop what?” Luke says.
“Nothing. Lets go.” Ivy changes the subject quickly.
Luke wraps his arm around Ivy’s shoulders lazily, leading her into the vampire room. She could see the camp he was referring to almost immediately. He was sitting on a velvet chair, a leather vest covering some of his top half and leather pants on his legs. But he appeared to be asleep, the gold chalice in his hands was tipped over with blood dripping from its rim.
“I’ll keep the rest of them busy, you grab that thing off his neck.” Luke whispers into her ear.
I’ll kill the damn vampire myself. Ashton’s jealous voice says. Ivy smiles momentarily.
Luke takes his arm away and walks over to the group of vamps sitting around on the furniture. They all look over to him when he starts talking and Ivy doesn’t hesitate to move towards the older vampire. He’s snoring quite loudly, which is a relief to say the least. One of the female vampires looks over to Ivy, and she freezes, pretending to lean against the chair like she had been there the whole time. The female vamp looks at her suspiciously but then looks back to Luke.
Ivy knows she cant get to the clasp for the chain behind his neck, so she simply wraps her hand around the amulet and pulls until it pops off of him. She looks down at her hand in amazement. She did it. She actually fucking did it. The older vampire stirs slightly, making Ivy jump away from him, and the attention in the room to suddenly turn towards her. She shoves the amulet into the front of her dress, in hopes that no one saw it. They say nothing, but they don’t take their eyes from where she stands.
“Luke…” Ivy says.
“Run!” Luke shouts, grabbing Ivy’s arm and pulling her out into the hallway. Luke uses his speed to get her back to the entrance in no time at all. Ivy can barely breathe. “Get out of here, alright? Go.” Luke tells her.
“What about you? I cant leave you with them!” Ivy tries to pull his arm.
“Ivy!” She hears Ashton shout from the distance.
“I’ll hold them off so you can get out of here. I’m good.” Luke gently pushes her out of the entrance so that she’s back outside next to the pile of bricks.
“Thank you.” She tells Luke sincerely. He gives her a tight smile, before disappearing back down the entrance. Ivy can hear the crunching of concrete and the hissing from the vampires coming from inside, so she starts running towards Ashton.
She’s almost reached him, when someone grabs her from behind and throws her down on her back. Ivy winces in pain, but doesn’t have time to think before the vampire is on top of her. It’s the female vampire from inside the catacombs.
“Ivy!” Ashton yells. He can’t get to her, the closer he gets the more his veins turn to fire. He watches in horror as the vampire continues to overpower Ivy. And he decides in that moment that he doesn’t care, and he uses his inhuman speed to reach the two of them scrambling on the ground.
Ashton can feel the fire start to burn inside him. But he forces on, and grabs the vampire by the back of shirt and effortlessly rips her off of Ivy. When Ashton goes to reach for Ivy, the vampire jumps on his back, clawing at him and kicking the backs of his legs. Ashton whips around, trying to get her off of him while the fire burns and starts to crack through his skin. He can hold back the scream that leaves his mouth.
Ivy scrambles off the ground, ripping the stake from it’s holster on her thigh. Ashton can’t stay still while he’s writhing in pain, but somehow, Ivy manages get up behind the vampire and shove the stake through her back and into her heart. Ivy watches as the vampire freezes up and slowly rolls off of Ashton’s back and onto the ground.
The fire is starting to consume Ashton from the inside out, he has to get off this holy ground as fast as possible. Ivy grabs his hand and pulls him to his feet, hearing him groan over and over from the pain.
“Get me out of here, please.” He begs.
“I’ve got you.” Ivy helps Ashton move and walk back towards the car. Once they’ve gotten to the tree line, Ivy lets Ashton sit down.
“Give me a moment.” He says. His fingers dig into the earth around him and his whole body starts to glow. Ivy watches with wide eyes until he’s back to himself, standing up as if nothing happened. “Quickly now, sweetheart. There isn’t much time left.” Ashton grabs her around the waist and teleports them right next to the car.
“What now?” Ivy asks as Ashton fumbles around in the trunk, gather things in his arms.
“Now, we free my friend.” Ashton says. He picks up a rock from the ground and smashes it over top of the amulet, busting it into tiny black starts of glass and gold metal.
Ivy watches as Ashton hovers his hands above the pieces and began to say some sort of incantation that she wasn’t able to understand. He said the words over and over as the full moon got higher and higher in the sky. It happened so quickly, Ivy wasn’t sure she actually saw it, but black clouds suddenly covered the moon momentarily like smoke and then whisked away as Ashton stood up. The ground shook beneath them and cracked open as tiny black shards of the amulet fell into the earth.
“What’s happening?” Ivy shouted, and Ashton laced his fingers through hers again, pulling her close so that she could hide her face in his chest as the ground continued to crumble.
Ivy looked up long enough to see spouts of fire shoot up from the cracks in the earth, and for someone…or something to begin crawling out of the ground. He stood up, brushing ashes and soot off his all black clothes before he looked up to see Ashton and Ivy standing there.
“Finally found me did ya?” The man from the fiery ground says.
“Only took a few hundred years and a very determined woman.” Ashton answers, walking towards the stranger and wrapping him up into a long hug.
“Wh…Who are you?” Ivy says from Ashton, her curiosity getting the better of her. The man hugging Ashton brings his eyes up to her, stepping out of the hug with Ashton but still standing next to him. The man pushed his hand through his black curls and licked his lips before he spoke again.
“I’m the Boogieman, dollface.” He said with a wicked smile on his perfect face. Ashton elbowed him playfully and laughed a little.
“This is Calum, Ivy. He’s been a friend…since forever.” Ashton walked over to Ivy, holding her face in his hands.
“Did I just help you release another demon onto earth?” Ivy asked. Ashton laughs again.
“Sort of. But Calum and I won’t cause too much trouble.” He presses his forehead against hers.
“And why is that?” Ivy asks, her hands finally finding chest and shoulders, memorizing the way he feels.
“I’d much rather get into trouble with you.”
A/N: there is going to be a very smutty epilogue to follow this in a few days!! but please let me know what you think!!
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god !! i hate that i had to rush this but i promise i am so beyond excited to write with all of you ! stormy , thanks kylie jenner for the name idea hehe , is a brand new muse and i am so excited to explore her and see where she goes !! i love plotting, like i find it so fun and am a hoe for angst and drama and friendships ! god if i dont get a cute bff plot you will see me pouting until the end of my days !! asdfg . basically though my point was if you want to plot please just like this ?? message me ? i have to switch to mobile but ill still be here !! also i still have to figure out my tags and finish my plot so i repeat do not desktop my good sis’s blog . anyway please let me shut up !!
* lawless paparazzi flashed photos of a 2019 , zenvo st1 pulling into the sparkling gates of quincy park , indicating that stormy of the prosperous villeneuve lineage has returned home . college ended for the female in 2018 , but they’re already flourishing in their field , proclaiming that their bachelor's degree in music production is being put to prolific use . the general public may be unworldly enough to believe that her accomplishments were earned honestly , but the people of new york city are painstakingly aware that it's impossible to snag a top paying position as a music artist right out of university . the family’s been tormented with a well - known rumor that they buy out every record company to eliminate their competition and when that goes south they have a tendency of releasing career damaging scandals to the public to ruin the company’s reputation and their talents career’s for years , so it was news to no one when the villeneuve’s made local headlines claiming the only reason their obstreperous progeny’s career is what it is is because her father paid spotify, billboard, and apple million of dollars to make sure that her first album went number one and stayed number one . tempest has done a splendid job of keeping the bloodline’s furtive truths confidential , but their reputation of being effervescent & gaining a postgrad inheritance of 724.8m hasn’t been enough to cease the counter blast from new york’s angry civilians . if they’re not heedful , not even quincy park’s sturdy golden gates will be capable of keeping out the city’s vengeance . ( madison beer , twenty one , the skookum / )
‧ * i. ╱ stats .
name : stormy avania genevieve villeneuve
nickname(s) : storm , storm - storm, little villeneuve, honeybee.
age : twenty one .
birthday : november sixteenth .
zodiac : scorpio .
gender ╱ pronouns : cisfemale , she and her.
sexual orientation : heterosexual
romantic orientation : heteroromantic
languages : english, french, italian.
occupation : music artist
voiceclaim : madison beer.
‧ * i. ╱ summary .
hazel hues dipped in virescent , locks of chocolate that sits on honeyed skin . the tempest . boisterous . captivating . a goddess true to the name that carved itself into her flesh , stormy . her arrival itself being chaotic winds and whispers of a mistress who had set themselves out to tear apart a home . a concept twisted and concealed by the hands of the villeneuve’s . sob stories and apologizes along with the preaching of “ i’m becoming a better man everyday, “ clinging to the ears of the media , and soon the world . expected . andres villeneuve could do not wrong . a powerful man within the world of music . respected and adored . someone whom inherited the ability to make the world drop to their knees and worship mediocre musicians . why would they stone him for one single mistake ? or at least , why would they stone him for one single mistake for the rest of his life . they forgive him in the name of everyone . and soon , the villeneuve became a family of seven .
she was privileged . her tiny feet walked on thousand dollar carpets , the fabric that clung to her body should have been carved from the hands of an angel at what they were cost . private school . tutors . cheerleading and then volleyball and then soccer and then back to cheerleading . the piano . the saxophone . the drums . the guitar . her childhood consisted of experiencing everything there was to experience . sports . music . art . learning at two languages by the time she reached ten . she was raised to be intelligent . athletic . talented . she had to be talented . within the arts , if she was not picking up an instrument or holding a note her dad grew bored and annoyed . something that the small brunette learned quick . and so like most children , she impressed . she really impressed . she was polite and respectful . well mannered . the strictness of her father and step mother weighing on her shoulders . they wanted perfection .
being with her father and his wife and kids was almost as if she stepped into a dream . flashing lights , luxuriousness . and while her mom had a status of her own , her dad was shaped and formed different . the fame . the respect . it was everything to him . bouncing back and forth , stormy felt like two different people . with her father , she was all work no play . and her mother ? she was play and whatever she wanted to do . her mom taught her the importance in life was not the cars and the houses and the clothes ( “although they are nice.. reallly fucking nice ) but the character behind the objects . and she refused to let the vibrant child of hers be locked into a box of running to fame like it was the only thing that would make her life and her impact important . her mother ? she was all laughs and giggles . jokes and shopping days . sky diving in greece and pretend music videos in italy . the one that mostly shaped stormy into who she is now .
for the last twenty one years is one person that reflects a childhood split into two . the ambitious sometimes selfish sometimes ruthless “ ill pretend im stone cold if that what it takes “ and the vibrant boisterous life of the party and the light of your life . the twenty one year old girl who has heard be yourself and be better from two different voices and is still trying to decide who she even is underneath the all the expectations .
‧ * ii. ╱ personality .
she is an animated laugh escaping parted lips , affectionate hands reaching out to pull you into her embrace . she’s the sound of her own heart beating in her ears as her foot is on the gas or her hues pear out at the sky of blue she’s about to jump in . she is tired eyes in result of not sleeping and instead writing song after song . she is one am studio sessions and three am shots . she is the small girl who pears up at her daddy and just wants to feel like she is more then just another way to benefit him . she is the desire to be wanted . to be loved . she’s spontaneous trips to tropical islands and dramatic scenes . she is harmless teasing and a goofy smile . day dreaming about falling in love . she’s the whisper in your ear that she loves you but the coldness in your bed as you reach out and realize that she’s no longer there . she’s not thinking about consequences . the honeyed dipped voice that tells you to do it . she’s gentle kisses against your skin . she’s feeling everything all the time and feeling it deeply . she’s the girl you just cannot take your eyes off of . she talks to you and suddenly you feel as though the world revolves around you . she’s scattered thoughts and rosy lips that never stop moving . a broken heart that never knows if it wants to grow cold or have someone come and fix it .
‧ * iii. ╱ headcanons ?? .
asdj she’s a mess? basically that’s all i got for her.
she’s the second youngest out of five.
is an artist under her dad’s label, and while she loves making music she does not love him having a say in her creative process.
she’s such a light !!
affectionate, playful, ambitious, careless, boisterous, hard to control, talkative, an adrenaline junkie! jealous and petty, vehement.
is such a different person around her dad? basically blocks him from seeing her true personality.
truth is she still fears his rejection.
she has a journal that she carries everywhere.
craves feeling important to people? if she doesnt feel like her bond with you is meaningful she gets all weird and annoying!
is hot and cold in romantic relations.
but so god damn affectionate! with everyone! let her hold your hand or lay her head against your shoulder or run her fingers up and down your arm !!!
is the ultimate adventure buddy .
needs excitement twenty four seven sorry.
will give you a nickname, she doesnt care if your name is cat. its not just c ! asdfg.
i have so much more but ill add later, im kind of rushing asdfg !!
‧ * iii. ╱ connections .
best friend, platonic soulmate, ex best friends, group of friends preferably all girls, family friends, childhood friends, other clients who are signed to her father, first love, ex lovers, toxic relationship, toxic friendship, on and off relationship, confidants, partner in crime, the mom friend who always moms her, rivals, friends who drifted apart, friends with benefits, ex friends with benefits, one sided friendship, one sided relationship, unlikely friends, cousins, hardly related cousins, love hate relationship, forbidden romance or friendship???
#york.intro#this is so ugly#forgive me pls#and love stormy anyway#i hope this is small and sup because thats what its saying but#its showing up on my dash all big and annoying#my loudest sigh ever
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Joji and the Pussycats
im sorry idk how to write people writing music so I just made this instead...
(it’s literally cc in the josie and the pussycats world its so dumb)
“Another gig, another shit payment... Sometimes I wonder why we even try...” Max sighed, packing up his guitar.
“Come on Max. We play music cause we love it. It’s not about getting rich,” Joji countered.
“Sure, I know...But we need something! It’s just so unfair, I don’t want to work at the record store my whole life....”
“Well...” Ian tried. “We’re out here, playing. We’re putting ourselves out here, we’ve got our stuff online. What else can we really do?”
“Guess you’re right....” Max frowned, as Ian pulled their van into the driveway of their shared house. They unloaded their equipment back into the house, Max feeling disappointed and frustrated.
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Meanwhile! At Cancerous Trash Music Inc.
“I can’t believe this!” The blonde executive screamed into her phone. “You killed another band! Was it at least on purpose this time!?”
“Tana, relax. I did what had to be done...”
“Yeah, great going, Keem! We don’t have a goddamn band for the Arena Show! And we cannot afford another TanaCon disaster!”
“Well, I mean, that was mostly your fault...”
“Shut the fuck up! If you don’t find a new band within 24 hours I am going to break both your legs!”
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“Oh hey Chad, nice of you to show up...” Max glared as Chad and Jack came strolling threw the front door.
“What’s your problem?”
“You’re our manager, cunt...” Ian chastised. “You’re supposed to at least show up to our shows!”
“Well, Jack and me we’re busy...” he defended.
“Yeah, buying matching pink outfits by the looks of it...” Joji snarked. While they weren’t exactly matching, both guys were dressed in various shades of pink.
“Pink is the new yellow,” Jack shrugged.
“Ugh. You two have more money then you know what to do with....” Joji shook his head.
“So, Ian...” Jack started. “Given any more thought to me maybe joining the band?”
“Uhh.... Well, jeez, Jack. You don’t play anything or anything, you know?” Ian tried to be polite, but it was difficult.
“Yeah, I know. I was thinking I could be a dancer for you guys! Check this out!” Jack gave the band an enthusiastic dab.
“Hey...That’s...Pretty good.... We’ll think about it, okay?”
“Okay, Ian,” Jack smiled at him.
“Look guys, don’t go crowing at me for being a bad manager or whatever. Check out what I just got you guys from City Hall. A busking permit!”
“Busking?” Max asked. “You want us to go play out on the street corner for change like we’re bloody homeless or something?”
“Well Max, you already look the part,” Jack quipped.
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“I’m nervous about this...” Ian admitted. Driving the van, the group were headed to a meeting with Cancerous Trash Music Inc. “The guy barely heard us play. He spotted us on the street-corner and offered us a record deal...”
“It seems a little suspicious...” Joji admitted.
“But Ian,” Max interjected. “You said we have to make things happen for ourselves, and we did... What do we have to lose?”
“We either become huge stars, or we’re right back where we started,” Joji said.
“There’s always the possibility we become moderately successful.”
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“Alright, these guys are fucking perfect I swear! They’ve got a great look. They’ll look great on the cover of J-14 or some shit.”
“Look, I know you aren’t good for much with your minuscule little pee-sized brain, but I hope to fucking god that these three dumb cunts are in the fucking studio!”
“O-on their way right now!”
“Good! Record a fucking song and shove it on the air! I’ve got a meeting with some failing old media morons!” Tana slammed down her phone.
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Max was taken aback. He had never been in a recording studio like this before. It was pristine, everything was brand new. It was too perfect, as if it were artificial or something. “Wow...” he whispered under his breath.
“It’s all state of the art,” Keem said. “Latest greatest technology, boooiiii!”
“What does it sound like?” Joji asked.
“Well, go on and play something fella’s. I’ll show you!” The executive crossed his arms over his chest, giving the trio a confident, and slightly unnerving smile.
Still, the boys picked up the brand new instruments that were provided and played one of their songs. Just some silly breakup song they had written back in high school. It was one of their oldest, so they had it perfected at this point.
“And now, we’ll play it back...” Keem grinned. The boys followed him over to the sound board.
“Holy shit...” Ian exclaimed, listening to the playback. He had never heard them sound so clear and....Huge... It was nothing compared to the GarageBand laptop recordings they’d done at home.
“I want a Big Mac…”
Ian looked over at his friend who had suddenly spoken. “Max, you’re a vegetarian...”
“I know, but I just want one!”
“Okay….” Joji agreed, nodding his head to the music. “As long as we can stop by Foot Locker for a new pair of green Tretrons!”
“Jerkin’ Tretrons are the new Adidas!” Ian exclaimed.
“Yeah, sounds like that’s working really nicely....” Keem grinned, turning the sound off.
As soon as he did, Ian clutched his head, looking over at his two friends. Like him they looked slightly dazed.
--
“Two weeks ago, nobody knew who the fuck you were. And now you have a number one hit song?” Jack asked, looking Max up and down suspiciously. “It seems a little suspicious...”
“Suspicious? That’s the business!” Keem exclaimed from the background. Jack just rolled his eyes.
“You’re only jealous.” Max answered. “You’ve always wished you were in the band, and now you see us have a little success, and you wanna ruin it...”
“Whatever,” Jack dismissed. “I’m just saying. I turn on the radio, there’s Max. I go outside, there’s Max on a billboard or an advert. Max on TV, Max all over the front page of YouTube....”
“Oh god, are you jealous!” Max laughed.
“Alright ladies, enough yammering. Time for everyone to shut their pussy-hole’s!”
“Well, I don’t know about these guys but I don’t have a pussy hole...” Joji started, but was quickly cut off by Keem again.
“You guys have to get ready for your record release party! Tana went all out, and she cannot wait to meet you guys. She has been talking non stop about this party for Max and Joji.”
“What about me?” Ian asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Huh...” Keem glanced at his phone, pretending to check something. “No, doesn’t look like you were invited, Ian. Well, I guess you can tag along too if you really want.”
“What about us?” asked Chad.
“No.”
--
“Wow, Max...You look amazing...” Ian was a bit taken aback when he met Max at the party.
“Thanks...” he laughed nervously. “I mean, they sent this outfit over....”
“Yeah, but...You wear it well....”
“So, did you guys meet Tana yet?”
“Yeah,” Joji answered. “She’s nuts.”
Ian nodded in agreement. “She gives me this...creepy feeling, I don’t know, I can’t explain it.”
“I kind of get that same feeling from everyone here...” Joji added. “It’s all so...Fake...”
“It’s more than that,” Ian went on. “All these people we’ve met in the city, all our fans, everyone, they’re all such sheep. They all dress the same. They talk the same...”
“Well...People are usually sheeps...” Max countered.
“I know. But... I’ve just been thinking. When we did that fan meet and greet, nobody could tell us why they liked our music. They all just liked it. No personal story, no connection. Just ‘Deadly Twister is the new Boyinaband’.”
“Boyinaband? I know that name...” Max said. “He’s that musician from YouTube. He was so big. And then he died in that plane crash....”
“Deadly Twister is the new...” Joji muttered to himself. “That reminds me of something... When we recorded in the studio for the first time...Remember Ian? You said something just like that. We all did.”
“Yeah... That was so weird...”
--
“Why are those two asking so many questions?” Tana sneered, tapping her long fingernail on the desk as she watched her security footage. “I don’t like that... I want them taken care of... Max is the star anyways. Those two snoop dogs are dead weight and dead meat!”
“Tana... I don’t think Max will play without his friends.”
“Oh no? Well Keem, I think we might persuade him...”
--
“Ian...” he heard someone whisper from behind him as he was trying to sleep. “Ian... Get up...”
“What’s going on...” He rolled over, seeing Jack at the edge of his bed. “What are you doing?”
“I saw someone...”
“Huh?” Ian asked, taking his glasses from the nightstand and putting them on.
“Someone is creeping around in the hotel room... I’m scared...” he pouted.
“Shit...” Ian rolled out of bed. He didn’t like the sound of that.
“Oh, Ian, I’m scared!” Jack clung to Ian as they checked the room. “Hold me...”
“Be quiet!” Ian whispered.
“Hua! Did you hear that?”
Ian nodded. He looked around for the source of the sound, just as he did, a crash was heard from inside the closet. Ian signalled for Jack to be quiet, tip toeing over to the closet and opening it with a creak. Something was moving under a coat on the ground, but nothing big enough to be a person. He pulled off the coat, annoyed at what he saw. “Goddammit Jack! It’s just your dog!”
“Oh, Klondike! You useless mutt! You ruined everything!” Jack pouted.
“What are you talking about?”
“I told you it wouldn’t work...” Chad smirked, emerging from the kitchenette.
“What the fuck?” Ian questioned.
“Jack wanted to play damsel in distress.”
“Shut up, Chad!” Just as he was about to speak again, the three heard another loud crash. “What was that?”
“Jack...”
“It wasn’t us!” Chad assured.
Ian raised a brow. “It came from the bathroom....”
Ian cautiously opened the door, Jack cowering behind him. He looked around, seeing nothing. He switched on the light. Luckily the bathroom didn’t have any hiding spaces, so it was obvious nobody was there. At least, not anymore.
“Shit, look!” Chad pointed.
“A message on the mirror!” Jack exclaimed.
Ian looked over, taking a few steps towards it. Huge letters, written using the bar soap. “Beware the music...” he read.
“What does that mean...?”
“I don’t know.... But I’m going to find out...”
---
“Alright, hope you’re ready for your press conference!”
“Press conference?” Max asked. “I wasn’t...”
“No, no, no,” Keem interrupted. “Not you, Max. Just Joji and Ian. You know, Tana’s idea. She thinks the public needs to get to know your backup a little better.”
“Backup?” Ian questioned.
“Look, let’s not get caught up in semantics. There’s a car waiting downstairs, come on, you’re gonna be late.”
“Hang on...” Joji protested.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry, they’ll be wardrobe at the studio, come on,” he insisted, practically shoving the two of them out the door.
“So...Do I have the day off then?” Max asked.
“Not exactly. Here, just one thing you need to do,” Keem smiled again, that smile that made Max unnerved. “I just need you to listen to the demo for your new single.” He took an ipod shuffle from his pocket, handing it to Max.
“Oh...Well, Okay... What exactly am I listening for...?”
“Just listen very carefully. Trust me, you’ll get the idea.”
---
“What the fuck is going on?” Joji asked, looking around at the barron location they’d been dropped off at.
“This is just an empty warehouse.”
“I’ve got a really bad feeling about this, Ian...”
“Me too. Like, I never got the chance to tell you. Last night, there was this message written on the bathroom mirror. But in the morning, it was gone.”
“What did it say...?”
“It said-”
“Hey dudes, what’s up!?”
Joji and Ian turned around. “Jake Paul?”
“Ricegum?”
“You’re the guys they sent to interview us...?”
“Oh man, it’s Ian and Joji!” Jake shouted.
“You guys have like, the most popularist band in the world,” Rice added.
“What? You mean most popular?” Ian asked.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s the word...”
“I don’t get it...” Joji told them. “Why here? There’s no camera....No nothing....”
“Well, that’s the funniest part,” Jake laughed. “We weren’t exactly sent here to interview you.”
“We were sent here to kill you.”
Later that night...
Max was sitting in an arm chair. The new single sounded pretty good. In fact, he couldn’t seem to stop listening to it. God, no wonder he was such an overnight success. He was good.
“Max!”
Max jumped, pulling the earbuds from his ears. Joji and Ian bursting through the door obviously giving him quite a shock.
“What’s going on?”
“Max, Jesus Christ!” Joji panted. “Jake Paul and Ricegum just tried to kill us. And I know that sounds like a joke, but that literally just happened.”
“I think it has something to do with our music. The mirror. Last night. Did Jack and Chad tell you?”
Max only blinked. Giving the two a skeptical look before finally speaking. “...Why did they let you two in here?”
“What...?”
“Max! Are you even listening!?” Ian demanded.
“Yes, Ian... I am listening very carefully. And do you know what I hear? I hear someone glomming on to my talent, and my credit... Our music, Ian? I basically write everything!”
“No, you don’t.” Ian said bluntly. “Someone tried to kill us. We had to steal one of their lambos to get away. What the fuck is wrong with you!?”
“Nothing is wrong with me. You two on the other hand... Your days are numbered, you know.”
“Max, you’re starting to scare me...” Joji took a step back.
“Ian. How long do you really think you can keep up the act? You’re replaceable. Bass players are a dime a dozen, and you’re not even one of the better ones. I’m the face of the band. I’m the one with the talent. I’m the one with the looks. I don’t even know why I brought you along.”
“So that’s how it is, Max? What? Keem and Tana finally get to you? Or is this how you’ve felt all along?”
“Ian. I don’t need you. I never needed you. Now get out of my hotel room before I call security.”
“Fine!” Ian spat, turning on his heel and slamming the door behind him.
“Max...?” Joji asked. “Why are you doing this...? We have more important things to worry about....”
“Oh, what’s the matter George? Is the little emo boy gonna cry? Go on, Joj. Cry for us. Oh, I’d love to see it one last time. One last time just for fun.”
“Shut the fuck up, Max.”
“You talentless fucking loser. I can’t believe you convinced me to keep you around all these years...”
“I’m going to find Ian.”
“Good. I hope you never come back.”
--
“How’s Max doing?” Tana asked, grin crossing her face.
“Oh, he’s just perfect now,” Keem smiled.
“Excellent! I don’t want anything coming in the way of this arena show! This is bigger than coke, Keem! Bigger than maxi pads or tide pods! Tomorrow night these kids will be exactly where I want them!”
--
Max was glad Ian and Joji were gone! He didn’t need them! He never did! He strutted down the street, ipod in his ears. He’d never felt this confident in his life. It was probably Ian and Joji holding him back all this time.... Sure, he was glad they weren’t dead. He guessed. But as far as he was concerned, they may as well have been. As Max walked along, he suddenly felt someone grab him from behind. He let out a scream. “Let go of me!” he kicked and flailed, doing everything he could to get away. When he finally broke free, he bolted down the sidewalk as fast as his feet could possibly carry him. He ran, looking straight on ahead. Not looking down, his foot hit a raised edge of concrete, causing him to come crashing to the ground.
He stayed there for a moment, in shock. His hands has scraped across the sidewalk from breaking his fall. His headphones lay on the ground, as well as his wallet. The contents spilled over onto the streets. Quickly, he began to gather them up and put them away. Money, keys, credit card, busking permit...Wait, why did he still have that? He paused for a moment, looking at it.
This busking pass gives permission to Max Stanley, Ian Carter and Joji Miller....
Max blinked. It was only dated two weeks ago.... “Max...Ian...Joji...” he read aloud to himself. He put it away, stuffing his wallet back into his pocket. Then he looked at the ipod lying on the ground. He could hear the music faintly as it blasted from the headphones. The sound made him nauseous. He picked up the device and threw it out into the street. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he stood and dusted himself off. As he did so, he came face to face with a billboard across the street. ‘Deadly Twister Twist of Lime Pepsi!’ He looked up into the faces smiling back at him. Fuck...
---
“Ian!? Joji!?” Max called, bursting into the hotel room. He looked around. Nobody but Chad and Jack. “Where the hell are Ian and Joji!?”
“Since when do you care?” Jack asked. “I heard what you said, diva cunt...”
“Look. Something is going on! Joji and Ian are in trouble, and I have to get to the bottom of this! Chad, Jack! You two are gonna help me, come on!”
---
“I don’t think we’re supposed to be in the studio this late...” Chad said warily.
“I don’t care...” Max groaned. The three sat at the mixing board, Max fiddling with different switches and sliders. “There’s something on this track. I know it...I was listening to it and...There’s something about it...”
“What? It sucks?” Jack asked.
“Ugh...” Max groaned in frustration, turning down the volume on the vocals but hearing nothing. He turned down the guitar, then the bass, then the drums and the background vocals until all he heard was silence.
“Great sleuthing, Sherlock Homo....”
“I swear to God, Jack...There’s....” He blinked, and he saw it. Out of the corner of his eye. Something on the monitor was still flashing. Moving up and down. Arching a brow, he scanned the mixing board. Finding only one slider that wasn’t completely at the bottom, he turned it all the way up. As he did, an off-putting, stunting and nasally voice filled the room.
“Freedom is slavery! Conformity is freedom! Deadly Twister is the most rockin’ band in the world!”
“Oh my God...” Jack let out. “I know that voice...That’s... That’s Top15! How the hell did you get him to put this on here!?” He demanded. “You slept with him!”
“Shut up! I didn’t put this on here! Tana did....To brainwash us....”
“You need an H&M vintage tee! Ethan Klein is the new Pewdiepie!”
“I want a vintage tee...And Ethan Klein...”
“Chad!”
“Sorry, it’s just...That voice... It’s so strange, yet...Hypnotic!”
“Exactly! This is why! Everyone dressing alike, talking alike, buying shitty products! They’re selling all this shit through the music!”
“...Deadly Twister is the most rockin’ band in the world!”
“They’re selling us through our music! Well, it stops here! They can’t control people like this! It’s wrong! It’s evil! And Tana... Tana is gonna pay!”
“Oh...Am I now?”
“Shit...It’s Tana...” Chad squaked.
“Fuck!”
--
“God, Max, you almost got me...” Tana smirked sarcastically. Leading her muscular goons, Max, Chad and Jack in their grip, across the basement of the arena. “Take those two and tie them up over there..” She pointed with a manicured nail, the men leading Jack and Chad away.
“Where are Joji and Ian!?”
“Don’t worry. They’re safe. At the moment...” She laughed.
“What are you gonna do to them!?”
“That all depends on you, cupcake...” She patted his cheek. “Keem!” With a shout and a snap of her fingers, Keem emerged. Ian and Joji bound by their wrists, and lead out by a tight grip to their shoulders.
“Get your hands off me, cunt!”
“Shit Ian, it’s Max!”
“Max!?”
“Ian! Joji!”
“So Max, are you going to co-operate? Or is Deadly Twister going to have to meet the same fate as Dave and Pewdiepie...”
“Pewdiepie...?” Ian asked. “Pewdiepie’s dead...!?”
“Oh, very shortly!” Tana laughed. “Special request from our new client, the Wall Street Journal! In fact, I think I’ve got a late breaking news story about it! Keem...”
He switched on a nearby flatscreen. “What is up, you beautiful bastards? Some really sad news to start off with, unfortunately. Pewdiepie was found dead late last night...”
“See, Maxy?” Tana cooed. “Philly-D here is a good little cupcake. He does what he’s told. And Maxy, I think you should too. Otherwise, well... I think Phil provided us with another advanced news story, huh Keem?”
“Oh, I think you’re right...”
“Ian Carter and Joji Miller, brutally murdered in their dressing rooms.... Police have already confirmed their manager Chad Roberts as the culprit...”
“What!? Why me!?”
“I don’t like you,” Tana shrugged.
“...Max Stanley has yet to release a statement on the tragedy....”
“Well, Max...” Keem grinned. “What is your statement? Did you always know Chad was so unstable? Will you be releasing a memorial album in tribute to your friends?”
Max glared at his captives. “What do you want...!?”
“Simple, dollface. Just go out there, and play the show. It’s the last thing I need you for.”
“Why don’t you just get a new band, and let us go home?”
“You can go back to your shit lives after, I promise. But it’s too late to get a new band. It has to be you, Max.”
“It doesn’t matter...” Max looked over. It was Ian who spoke. “Your threats won’t work, so you might as well kill us. He doesn’t care what happens to us.”
“Ian, that’s not true!” Max shouted. “It wasn’t me, okay!? I didn’t mean anything I said! It was the single! The music! It has subliminal messages, that’s how they’re able to control everyone!”
“Of course! That’s why I wanted those ugly shoes!”
“Beware the music....” Ian paused, the pieces falling into place. “...Oh God, Max, I’m sorry!”
“Yeah, very touching...” Keem rolled his eyes. “I’m tired of all this time wasting!”
“Me too! Someone get me some of that fat cunts hair to plant on these two before we kill them!”
“No! No! I’ll do it, okay!?”
“Good to hear...”
---
Max returned minutes later, after being whisked away to hair and wardrobe.
“Alright Max, ready for your big night? You’re finally a star! Doesn’t it feel great!?”
“Tana...” Max sneered. “You’re gonna have a difficult time with your secret messages once your secret’s out...”
“Oh, please! Who the hell would listen to the insane ramblings of some paranoid, Aussie cunt!?”
“We will!” A voice echoed off the walls. Tana and Keem turned to the source.
“Who the hell are you?” She demanded.
“Someone you thought you’d gotten rid of....”
“Fuck!” Joji shouted. “It’s that Dave guy! I thought you died in a plane crash!”
“So did I!” Tana spat. “What the fuck, Keem!?”
“Oh no, I never boarded that plane. I overslept.”
“Keem!! You fucking idiot, you told me he was dead!”
“You two have to stop with the assassinations...” Another voice rang out. That Swedish accent was unmistakable. The two stepped out of the shadows.
“How the fuck did he get out!?”
“It doesn’t matter! I’m not dealing with these two right now! Congrats, you survived! You shouldn’t have come back, but I’ll have to finish you two off later!” The two turned back to Max, who had taken the opportunity to untie his friends. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’ve got them, Tana...” Keem grabbed Ian by the arm, who quickly gripped him by the wrist with his other hand. Pushing him backward, he punched him hard in the stomach.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long...” Ian smirked.
Tana immediately put her two goons up against them, but Ian, Max, Joji, Chad, Jack, Dave and Felix managed to take down the group in an epic fight scene I’m not going to write because I can’t write fight scenes but trust me it’s pretty cool.
“That’s it Max, you’re finished!” Tana screeched, grabbing a guitar and swinging it above her head like a weapon. Max put his hands up in defence, taking a few steps backwards.
“W-what are you gonna do...? Kill me with the guitar!? Who’s gonna go out there and sing!? You need me, remember!?”
“Need you? Muffin, I created you... And believe me, I can destroy you!” She swung the blunt instrument hard at Max’s head, who dodged just in time. Instead, hitting the sound system behind him. “Oh, no no no...” A loud hiss and feedback emanated through the room. “Keem! Fix it!!”
“Oh god...” Joji covered his ears at the sound. Before anyone could do anything, Top15′s secret message began to ring out.
“Shit....” Tana muttered.
“Tana, is the most coolest, hottest girl in the world!”
“What the fuck....?” Chad muttered.
“Most coolest?” Joji asked.
“Well, it’s the Top15 guy...” Max shrugged.
“Everybody wants to be just like Tana Mongoo!”
“No, no, you aren’t doing it right!” Tana’s own voice came over the speakers. “It’s pronounced Mojo! Do it like this! Every guy wants Tana so bad, and all you girls, you wish I was your best friend! Everyone wants to dress like me, they think I’m hilarious! My abrasive attitude is charming! Not disgusting or anything like that at all! I’m the prettiest, and the most smart! TanaCon was the funnest ever! You wanna go back every year!”
“That’s the secret message that you wanted to send out?” Max asked in disbelief. “That you’re cool!?”
“Shut the fuck up! You’re so pretty and talented! You have no idea what it’s like... To be mocked and ridiculed your whole life!” For the first time, the blonde seemed to be showing some form of vulnerability. In fact maybe a little too much. “All I ever wanted was to be popular! Tell me, is that so bad!?”
“But you’ve been conspiring against the whole world to do it!” Ian shouted. “You’ve been manipulating people, killing! You’re a total sell out on top of it! You’re no better than anyone who’s bullied you! In fact, you’re actually a lot worse, considering....” he gestured around the room. “...All this...”
“Uhhh, Ian...” Jack questioned. “I’m lost. What exactly is the point you’re tryng to make? I mean, what’s the moral of the story here?”
“I think the moral of the story is...” Chad spoke up, “...That we should be happy with who we are. This whole time we’ve been spending money on expensive clothes to try and impress people? Never made me happy. No! Happ - -Oh, my God…..Happiness is on the inside! I’m not this.” He ripped off his shirt, throwing it on the ground with force. “ I’m not what I wear. I’m not what I wear!”
“Wow. That’s beautiful Chad,” Joji smiled.
“What the fuck is going on here....?” a man in a suite asked, coming across the entire scene.
“Who the fuck is this?” Felix questioned.
“I’m Agent Smith, I’m with the government.”
“Oh, thank god you’re here!” Max ran up to him. “Tana and Keem over there, have been using their music to brainwash people. To make them buy things and think things....”
“....What!?”
“Oh come on,” Keem laughed nervously. “You guys knew about this the entire time...”
“No, no, I can assure you the government knew nothing of any brainwashing... You two are under arrest...”
“They totally knew...” Ian shook his head, watching the two record moguls be dragged away.
“Now what?” asked Max.
“Well...” Chad, now completely naked, came up between the two and put an arm around each of them. “I think you’ve got a show to play...”
---
Max looked out into the crowd. The biggest crowd he had ever seen. He looked to Ian, then to Joji. They smiled at him with encouragement. Taking a deep breath, he stepped up to the microphone. “Umm...Wow...Hi...” The crowd cheered. But Max frowned. They’d all been manipulated. “Umm... I know...I know you guys came out because you heard something on our album that you liked....” They cheered again. “Well... We’re gonna play something different tonight. It’s cool if you like it, it’s okay if you don’t. Just...Decide for yourselves...” As Max started up the first few chords to a new song they’d recently written, his friends soon followed. The crowd seemed unsure at first, but before long they seemed to get into the groove of the song. Max couldn’t believe it. They liked them for them!
As the song came to a close, the crowd was losing it. Screaming, jumping up and down with pure excitement. “Max, Max!” Ian shouted into his microphone. He looked just as hopped up as the crowd.
“Yeah?”
“I have to tell you something! I don’t know when else, or how else to tell you! But I feel really fucking good right now so I’m gonna say it! Max... I love you!”
The crowd erupted in cheers.
“Ian!? I love you too! I always have!”
“Oh wow... I never thought you felt the same!”
“Of course I do!” Stepping forward, bass still in hand, Ian kissed Max the best he could in their position. Again, the crowd cheered. Max just grinned in shock disbelief.
“Ohhhh....!” Jack whaled, watching the scene unfold on stage. “it isn’t fair...”
“Hey...”
Jack looked up, Felix now by his side. “Hey...”
“You know, I always thought you were pretty cute...” he said, placing his arm around Jack.
Jack grinned. “Same to you...”
“Do all ya’ll motherfuckers want another song!?” Joji screamed into his mic. The crowd shrieked.
“Ladies and gentlemen!” Max practically jumped in place. “Joji fucking Miller on the drums! Ian mother-fucking Carter on bass!”
“And this bitch on guitar is the love of my goddamn life! Max Mother FUCKKkkkker!!!”
And they all lived happily ever after. Probably. Maybe. I’m not sure. But probably.
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yeah if you buy it i’m like dude we are spending 8k today why would I bag up a bunch of stuff and spend 2 3 hours picking our your fabulous product to not buy it anyway so I had 4 credit cards one card had 2 000 one had 3500 one had 2000 and one had 1000 because I am buying for multiple people I had 4 different cards all in my name I wanted one receipt for each card not a big deal to me right wrong again he cited some policy and said if the order is more than 750 items that they aren’t allowed to ring in under 750 items on any one receipt id like to point out that that amount is higher than your employees said they could take as a cash payment I asked him to please show me that I would understand better if I could just read it he was willing to do so he brought out the policy book and to my surprise what it actually said was words to the afffect of cash payments cannot be split up or over 750 items I forget the second half my immediate reply was so what’s the big deal im using credit not cash he snatched the policy book away from me at that point and said you know what you can just listen to me or I don’t have to let you buy anything it’s up to my discretion I then called your orlando outlet and your new jersey outlet and talked to the store managers and cited your policy I was given I asked them to confirm if that was accurate and both said if it was a policy it was news to them I then asked if they would let me buy my order using 4 cards and 4 receipts the woman at orlando said oh my gosh yes we do that every single day I asked if I went to her store if I would have any trouble with this in the future and was told no then she said you can always come down here if you’re in the area and i’ll be happy to take your order after that phone call I tried again here’s the video of that attempt I said listen I have 4 credit cards your register girl said you told her she can’t ring up an order under 750 items that’s 3500 if it’s 5 items not all of my cards have that much I have done multiple receipts every time I came here heck I can even supply them to show it he tells me that because I am order so many items that I can’t have less tan 750 items per receipt so I point around to everyone else and ask what about everyone else you aren’t forcing them to spend a minimum of 750 items what about the final charge i’ll have 750 items for two tickets but the leftover isn’t going to be 750 items you’re not going to let me buy them he shrugged his shoulders to say no at this point I haven’t yelled ive been a bit snarky and sarcastic because I know he’s just giving me a hard time two people ring in our order almost every time I am up there and we were there 3 times in the last 6 months spent a bunch each time so at 730 8pm or so we are done shopping assuming that two people could ring us up ended up being a fantasy he forced one employee only to ring us up later on he comes up when its now close to 9pm and says hey you mind if we ring you up on both registers I chuckle and say no I don’t but you do you don’t want to be breaking that 750 rule do you he glared at me and then sent the employee away and walked off after blinking a few times I laugh because after telling me over and over he couldn’t do it he just got caught trying to do what should have been done to begin with a short while later after 9 I find out that everyone is standing uip front except for the one girl and another associate because none of the rest of them are allowed to help her ring us up the only two people left in the store with about 700 more items to be rang in if that’s not enough since it was a holidy all of these employees are apparently being paid overtime to stand around and wait at a bit after 10 all but two girls leave and one girl is waiting to count cash while the other girl sits and keeps ringing stuff in we apologize profusely we expected two employees to ring us up like always and timed our visit to be out around 9 if this had happened instead of having one literally stand there and watch her for 1 hour and 47 minutes after close we would have all been out on time and no overtime or extra hours spent so finally at 10 47 pm our orders are done we thank the lovely girl lauren and jasmine who got stuck staying 2 hours past close because a manager made up some random policy and had to double down when I pointed out he really needed to follow that 750 rule when he was going to toss another girl on the register if this is policy fine it doesn’t seem to be no manager at your other outlets knew what he was talking about the orlando one insisted that the only restrictions are on cash payments and verified I was paying cash or credit it’s a pretty humiliating experience to get hassled trying to buy panties and bras by someone who’s on some type of power trip the only thing I said sideways to him was that I flat out didn’t believe his policy and that credit absolutely is not the same as cash I didnt call him any names scream at him or did anything to disrupt the store beyond what you see in the videos if this is not policy i’d like an apology from that manager in person or over the phone admitting he was mistaken I would hope that the next time I go there I am not hassled but if not I guess there’s always orlando or new jersey who seem to be quite friendly I also want to give recognition to jasmine and lauren lauren is the poor soul who got stuck ringing everything in alone because of the manager’s silly rule and not allowing anyone to help because it would be in violation of the 750 item rule jasmine was the cash counter who had to wait until we were out of the store to count cash even more interesting is that I had a former employee with me helping me buy and she said she never heard of this policy either but it doesn’t mean it wasn’t added since she left she was just as confused because the manager spent over 30 minutes trying to explain and defend this when that time certainly would have been more efficiently spent doing productive things instead of hassling someone who literally sits in a corner and speaks to no one while sorting through your products one bin at a time id love a call back about this or to find out what exactly is going on ive never been hassled like this before and it was a little frustrating and very trying to keep my cool joe rossetti alexandria gunn. Placed an order back in july and earned 30 in children’s place cash that couldn’t be spent until mid september ordered 60 in september so I could use the 3 coupons not only did you drop 2 items from my order saying they were no longer available you refused to reissue my 30 in coupons after you lost my package but I didn’t learn and I ordered from you again with a 30 off coupon I just received an email stating that yet another item in my new order is no longer available let’s see if the rest of my order will arrive p s I ordered from carter’s after I ordered from you and their order has already arrived get your act together children’s place
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So this is going to be a Christmas Funny Pajamas Let'S Get Lit Christmas Funny Raglan Baseball T Shirt bit long but bear with me I had what I believe to be a pointless and incredibly frustrating experience with the assistant manager jamie at your auburn hills great lakes crossing location today I have been coming here for three years I frequent your orlando san marcos and new jersey locations as well at least once a year when we stop we usually spend 5 to 10 thousand dollars on your products the system is simple I go in park in a corner and bring bins to my corner sort them bag them move them to the front register and repeat today I brought a personal duffel bag as it holds about 8 to 12 of your bags worth of stuff I get told that i’m not allowed to use it because it’s policy not a big deal at all I say okay i’ll do that for the rest rather than rebag all of this i’ll just go up in line and pay for it and it can sit behind the counter seems pretty reasonable to me nope I got obstructed suggested that I might be stealing something and not allowed to pass stating if I don’t want to follow the system I can leave he then takes my entire duffel dumps it onto the floor and then rebags it into victoria secret bags then moves it to the front counter so it can be rang in I thought this was a little odd but hey he was doing all the work rebagging it so whatever i’m like dude i’m going to be spending about 8k today all I want to do is come in spend some money get out without any drama what’s the problem whoevers in charge should be thrilled with a sale like this we’re spending 8k keep in mind that I told him that I would do what he wanted and it wasnt’ a big deal and the response was to the effect of stop being lippy and just listen I told him what do you want from me I just agreed with you and said I would use your bags i’m not being lippy at all I know this because I said okay dude not a problem i’ll use your bags his response was maybe if you get to buy it i’m like what are you suggesting that an 8 000 order is something you guys don’t want he’s like yeah if you buy it i’m like dude we are spending 8k today why would I bag up a bunch of stuff and spend 2 3 hours picking our your fabulous product to not buy it anyway so I had 4 credit cards one card had 2 000 one had 3500 one had 2000 and one had 1000 because I am buying for multiple people I had 4 different cards all in my name I wanted one receipt for each card not a big deal to me right wrong again he cited some policy and said if the order is more than 750 items that they aren’t allowed to ring in under 750 items on any one receipt id like to point out that that amount is higher than your employees said they could take as a cash payment I asked him to please show me that I would understand better if I could just read it he was willing to do so he brought out the policy book and to my surprise what it actually said was words to the afffect of cash payments cannot be split up or over 750 items I forget the second half my immediate reply was so what’s the big deal im using credit not cash he snatched the policy book away from me at that point and said you know what you can just listen to me or I don’t have to let you buy anything it’s up to my discretion I then called your orlando outlet and your new jersey outlet and talked to the store managers and cited your policy I was given I asked them to confirm if that was accurate and both said if it was a policy it was news to them I then asked if they would let me buy my order using 4 cards and 4 receipts the woman at orlando said oh my gosh yes we do that every single day I asked if I went to her store if I would have any trouble with this in the future and was told no then she said you can always come down here if you’re in the area and i’ll be happy to take your order after that phone call I tried again here’s the video of that attempt I said listen I have 4 credit cards your register girl said you told her she can’t ring up an order under 750 items that’s 3500 if it’s 5 items not all of my cards have that much I have done multiple receipts every time I came here heck I can even supply them to show it he tells me that because I am order so many items that I can’t have less tan 750 items per receipt so I point around to everyone else and ask what about everyone else you aren’t forcing them to spend a minimum of 750 items what about the final charge i’ll have 750 items for two tickets but the leftover isn’t going to be 750 items you’re not going to let me buy them he shrugged his shoulders to say no at this point I haven’t yelled ive been a bit snarky and sarcastic because I know he’s just giving me a hard time two people ring in our order almost every time I am up there and we were there 3 times in the last 6 months spent a bunch each time so at 730 8pm or so we are done shopping assuming that two people could ring us up ended up being a fantasy he forced one employee only to ring us up later on he comes up when its now close to 9pm and says hey you mind if we ring you up on both registers I chuckle and say no I don’t but you do you don’t want to be breaking that 750 rule do you he glared at me and then sent the employee away and walked off after blinking a few times I laugh because after telling me over and over he couldn’t do it he just got caught trying to do what should have been done to begin with a short while later after 9 I find out that everyone is standing uip front except for the one girl and another associate because none of the rest of them are allowed to help her ring us up the only two people left in the store with about 700 more items to be rang in if that’s not enough since it was a holidy all of these employees are apparently being paid overtime to stand around and wait at a bit after 10 all but two girls leave and one girl is waiting to count cash while the other girl sits and keeps ringing stuff in we apologize profusely we expected two employees to ring us up like always and timed our visit to be out around 9 if this had happened instead of having one literally stand there and watch her for 1 hour and 47 minutes after close we would have all been out on time and no overtime or extra hours spent so finally at 10 47 pm our orders are done we thank the lovely girl lauren and jasmine who got stuck staying 2 hours past close because a manager made up some random policy and had to double down when I pointed out he really needed to follow that 750 rule when he was going to toss another girl on the register if this is policy fine it doesn’t seem to be no manager at your other outlets knew what he was talking about the orlando one insisted that the only restrictions are on cash payments and verified I was paying cash or credit it’s a pretty humiliating experience to get hassled trying to buy panties and bras by someone who’s on some type of power trip the only thing I said sideways to him was that I flat out didn’t believe his policy and that credit absolutely is not the same as cash I didnt call him any names scream at him or did anything to disrupt the store beyond what you see in the videos if this is not policy i’d like an apology from that manager in person or over the phone admitting he was mistaken I would hope that the next time I go there I am not hassled but if not I guess there’s always orlando or new jersey who seem to be quite friendly I also want to give recognition to jasmine and lauren lauren is the poor soul who got stuck ringing everything in alone because of the manager’s silly rule and not allowing anyone to help because it would be in violation of the 750 item rule jasmine was the cash counter who had to wait until we were out of the store to count cash even more interesting is that I had a former employee with me helping me buy and she said she never heard of this policy either but it doesn’t mean it wasn’t added since she left she was just as confused because the manager spent over 30 minutes trying to explain and defend this when that time certainly would have been more efficiently spent doing productive things instead of hassling someone who literally sits in a corner and speaks to no one while sorting through your products one bin at a time id love a call back about this or to find out what exactly is going on ive never been hassled like this before and it was a little frustrating and very trying to keep my cool joe rossetti alexandria gunn. 8 1 ptr leveling experience reduced fifth azerite armor ring added raid testing. 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A Global Festival Pass? Is this too Good to Be True?
Let’s be honest, most of us are headline readers and nothing further. I admit it, I am at times. So let ME do the work for you and read the fine print, and that’s all the fine print that I can find on this new promotion directly from their site (which is not a lot).
Live Nation announced that they will be selling a Festival Passport, a pass that will work at 90+ festivals around the world for $799. They go on sale May 22, at 10 AM PST and are of limited quantity. How many does that mean? Some articles say 1,000 passes, but I didn’t find that anywhere on the Live Nation site, so I’m not sure how accurate that is. I feel like we reallly have no idea, but I’m sure "limited quantity” has scalpers fingers tingling...unless they read the fine print.
The pass is good toward GA for the participating 2017 festivals only.
There’s also a caveat that says “subject to availability” with no explanation of what that means for passes and how they can be limited. IE if the event sells out does that mean you can’t go? How early do you get to know if your pass will let you into the event? I see some articles saying if a festival is sold out you can still get in, but again I don't see any of this information on Live Nation’s site, so I can’t confirm it.
I once used Jukely, which was a monthly subscription with access to many events and concerts, but had limited spaces for each event. I wonder if this is something similar?
It also says festivals are subject to change at any time.
Tickets or wristbands will be placed at will call under the Pass holder’s name at each festival. This will avoid people scalping or selling off a specific event. Note that the pass is non transferable, so you’re stuck with it if you buy it. Don’t plan on sharing this with friends or selling off events you can’t go to.
Campground space needs to be requested at least two weeks in advance of each applicable festival. Not sure if this means you have to pay extra for it, or if it’s included, that’s not clear anywhere.
So all in all, there’s not much information about this, and more than anything it raises questions to me, but we all have 3 days to decide. I’ll keep you posted of any updates I find. I sort of feel like I’m being tricked into thinking this is awesome...the “Tell Everyone” share button on their homepage is so marketing scam-y it makes me question it even more.
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Here’s the list of events that will be included:
NORTH AMERICA
Austin City Limits Music Festival • Billboard Hot 100 • Bonnaroo • Camp Bisco • CBC Music Festival • Center of Gravity • Chasing Summer • Chicago Open Air • Country LakeShake • Countdown • Contact Winter Music Festival • Crystal Coast Music Festival • Dreams Music Festival • Dreamstate • EDC Las Vegas • EDC Orlando • Electric Forest • Escape: Psycho Circus • Faster Horses • Field Trip Music and Arts Festival • Forecastle • Free Press Summer Festival • Governors Ball • FVDED in the Park • HARD Summer Music Festival • Jamboree in the Hills • Lollapalooza Chicago • Music Midtown • Nocturnal Wonderland • Ohana Fest • One Love Music Festival • Paradiso • Peach Music Festival • Route 91 • Sasquatch! • Sloss Music And Arts • The Meadows Music & Arts Festival • The Roots Picnic • Trackside Music Festival • Voodoo Music + Arts Festival • Watershed
EUROPE
Barcelona Beach Festival • Citadel Festival • Community Festival • Copenhell • Creamfields • Creamfields Steel Yard • DCODE • Down the Rabbit Hole • Download Festival England • Download Festival Madrid • Download Festival Paris • Electric Picnic Music and Arts Festival • Findings Festival • Firenze Rocks! • Glasgow Summer Sessions • Graspop • Heartland Festival • I Love Techno Europe • I-Days Festival • Isle Of Wight Festival • Latitude Festival • Leeds Festival • Lollapalooza Berlin • Lollapalooza Paris • Lovebox Festival • Lowlands Festival • Main Square Festival • North Sea Jazz Festival • Parklife • Popaganda • Reading Festival • Rock am Ring • Rock im Park • Rock im Pott • Rock Werchter • Summerburst Gothenburg • Summerburst Stockholm • The Warehouse Project • TRNSMT Festival • TW Classic • V Festival • Way Out West • We Are Electric • Werchter Boutique • Wilderness Festival • Wireless Festival • Wireless Germany • Woo-Hah!
AUSTRALIA
Falls Festival
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A gift for @geeky-afakasi with help from @beamthechao who inspired this fantastic chinera ant au💖💖
The sound of designer heels, an expensive pair that was most likely studded in rivers of diamonds and hugged by velvet and gold, clicks against the marble floors. It was amazing how a sound so mundane, so everyday, could be the cause of such chaos in a professional, well known, multi million dollar company.
Now it wasn’t rare to hear a pair of heels bang against smooth tile (seeing how most of the women and few men preferred the footwear), but it was sharp tack tack tack, followed by the smell of roses that alerted most of the employees that the queen had made her appearance.
The Queen, better known as the CEO of chimera communications and technology, rarely visited head office. The queen was a figure head. An older woman with warm brown skin and large oval eyes, her locks lay hidden by a dark red hijab that covered silver hair which would give away her age. She was someone who made her way across the world with her hand picked team, cutting deals, and sometimes cutting throats when it came to hard business (all for a good cause, however).
There was no one in the world who could rival the empire she has built after the death of her late spouse, a cruel man who had given her nothing more than the one son who shared his facial characteristics, and had instantly become the woman’s pride and joy.
Being a single mother running a huge corporation had not been easy, but her employees were treated like family and as the company grew so did the bond between them
To the Queen’s right was Colt, walking in pace but always a step behind. He was one of the first men to be hired to work for the chimeras, his fierce ambition and sense of loyalty making him one of three executives in the entire company. With dark hair and sharp eyes, he always dressed professionally, his suit bearing tiny wings on the cufflinks as his one name brand element. He had coined the line himself, but always kept the chimera business dear to his heart, even as he travelled overseas with the queen to meet with other potential companies that they could overtake.
“There are exactly fifty four hours and twenty seven minutes before our plane to yorknew is due to leave.” Colt says with a firmness that would be appalling to most, but to the queen, it was a tone bearing utmost respect. “Once we land from our detour in NGL we will be greeted by the head of the Zodiac corporation. Netero will be providing our rooms and dinner reservations, as per agreement.”
“Make a note of it to have my things sent over from NGL to yorknew via private blimp.” She says swiftly, eyes running over the doors of offices where employees had pressed their faces against the glass in hopes of getting a view of the woman who had started it all.
“I will make a note of it and send the message directly later today.” Colt hums, his leather briefcase brushing against his thigh before someone darted into the hallway from seemingly nowhere, their blond hair flowing around them before being followed by a long silky black scarf and a whirlwind of glitter.
Glancing back at Pouf, the head of the financial division and the backbone of this locations funds (as well as a full time stick in the mud), Colt wasn’t surprised to see the man flustered. Colt had spent many months training with the blond, sometimes their ideas conflicting, until the rare moment where they made a earth shaking breakthrough together. When the queen had asked who would join her overseas, and who would manage head office (because it was only Pouf and Colt who she felt confident in placing this responsibility on), Pouf had been the one to lose the opportunity to be at her side, and was left behind.
Later Colt had learned Pouf had given up the chance so Colt could take it.
Although Colt didn’t exactly get along with the man, they had learned to accept and trust the other, but it amused Colt greatly at how flustered Pouf always seemed to be.
Pouf, with a clipboard and pen in hand, could not fathom the possibility of having overlooked this moment. Having Colt walk in suddenly would have been nothing to fret over. All Pouf needed to do was show some case files of their work stats and offer the man some black tea. But seeing the queen was often a blessing and a curse, as any employer would be.
Hearing chatter break out in the hallways they passed, Pouf could only hope to smother this tension over and lead the guests to his own office as he informed the buildings head of the affairs taking place.
“Madam president, your arrival is earlier than noted. I didn’t have time to prepare the paperwork or speak to the other department heads or even-” Pouf is cut off as the woman smiles at him.
“What did I say about you calling me madam president? I may be in my fifties but I’m not that old. Please, feel free to call me something less formal. Mother perhaps?” She chuckles as Pouf latches to her side, following her through the main lobby, “now, what are the numbers for this quadrant?” she asks, her tone shifting to one more appropriate for business.
“Twelve percent with an estimated point three gross over the next four months.” Pouf says proudly, his sharp eyes darting around the room in a panic, knowing what kind of insolent staff the building had and how lenient this divisions boss was. He wasn’t sure (or more like, he was very sure how afraid he was) of how the queen was going to react.
“And how is the department running, Pouf?” he jumps the the question he automatically dreaded, “has everything been going smoothly?” the woman prompts.
“Of course!” Pouf blurts out, lying being his first thought, “business is booming and the clients are all happy!”
“Fantastic, and what of the staff?”
Pouf winces a moment and shivers when Colts eyes focus on him, before glancing down at the butterfly wing charm on poufs collar, a product from Colts “wing” line.
“Absolutely amazing. The security is talented and have stopped all issues before they have time to unfold, especially from outside sources. Our scientists are busily working away on new creative, and very, very safe products for our consumers to buy into for the purpose of better communications. Our HR lead is one of the most positive and uplifting, provide amazing customer service and helping our staff with their personal qualms. Our head receptionist holds this family together, always working hard to keep everything in order. Ah, and the sales staff we have are not only respectful, but positively professional. We have three experts for our Public relations team who focus directly on branding our image with the goal of not only creating public events but also placing an emphasis on community. Our building manager is very active in taking care of any safety issues, as well as tending to the many plants we have in place to make a more positive environment. Our financial lead is like a caring father, who also manages to keep all the books updated weekly with our numbers. And of course, the department head and future CEO of the company has been the best, most supportive of leaders. We have no complaints about his ability.”
The Queen pauses and turns places a hand on Poufs arm, smiling in that ever so sweet way she did, reassuring him that his words were taken for face value and that she did not, even for a second, doubt him. It was that look that gave pouf severe guilt, because he knew. oh hell did he know that every word was just as far from the truth as it could be.
“With a staff like this im sure all has been going well,” she says firmly, turning around and continuing deeper into the building towards the cubicles in the open work space.
D A N G E R. The word flashes through Poufs mind, and Colt picks up on the sudden tension.
In seconds a large man with a suit as dark as his hair approaches, a finger to his ear as he starts speaking, his name tag reading Youpi, along with chief of security.
“Take the suspect to the west wing for investigation under clause 330 B, subsection c for trespassing.” Youpi says into his ear piece, before looking to Pouf who was trying yo subtly tell him to shut up. “It appears that NGL representatives have been protesting our use of technology again and this is the third break in this week at ground level. Bloster has apprehended the men and is now-”
“This is a situation we can easily deal with!” Pouf grimaces as he speaks as the queen continues to walk, listening to Youpi give his report as they enter what could only be a mess hall.
Passing the front desk for HR, sitting with his feet up talking away was Welfin, a tall, slender man with sharp eyes who had on a headset. Pouf could only hope the man was being civil.
“You think that’s a problem? Hell, you dont even know what a real trauma is. Seeing someone fight isn’t worthy of a sick leave, the hell.” Welfin barks up, leaning back in his chair, “you should see what I have to deal with here. One word, Zazan! I should be getting a four day weekend for putting up with her shit! Oh hell, Pouf!” Welfin hangs up and tosses the headset aside as he stands, following the group, not sure who the woman or the stiff were, but not caring in the slightest. “So that vacation I asked for, ya know the time off for next week, seeing how I’ve dealt with-”
Pouf feels his eyes roll back into his head as he resists grabbing Welfin and choking the man, all while youpi is still rambling about broken codes.
“I assure you we have the best staff,” Pouf raises his voice, gawking as Leol, Flutter, and Hina appear with huge posters and rave lights. Leol, tall and bulky in a band t-shirt, raises a hand at Pouf. Flutter, with his head of wiry hair, glances over Hina’s head, the petite woman jumping up excitably as the three rush over. Leol, as head of marketing, would often place up ads on buildings while Flutter would focus on anything skyward like blimps and billboards, while Hina dealt with television and radio ads.
“Pouf, bud!” Leol grins, the three joining the group, “we got everything we need for the sponsor party. Even sick music by Morel the euro god-”
“Great snacks and lots of booze!” Hina chimes in while raising a bottle of champagne as well as a few glow sticks.
“The entertainment will be showing up in a few hours,” Flutter buzzes, “we brought in quality chefs as well. The zodiacs have received their invites.
Trying to catch his breath, Pouf begs for it to stop. “We do not hold parties. We are professionals!”
“We decided to hire the dancers too,” Leol continues.
“I’m thinking two weeks is a little short, and I’ve been feeling under the weather so maybe three would suffice,” Welfin strokes his chin
“There has also been twelve incidents regarding broken office supplies that we are still in the process of replacing after last years incident,” Youpi rambles.
The group come across the secretary’s desk near the back of the large room, where the curly haired Zazan sits painting her nails, looking annoyed as a smirking, energetic man talks at her.
Spotting Pouf, Zazan grabs her nail filer and points it at him, “I do not get paid enough to deal with cheetu so you better get him the hell out of my face or so help me I’ll file for harassment!” she snarls, joining the group and listing everything Cheetu had done to annoy her.
“Our secretary is a loving, and respectable human being.” Pouf grits out, feeling Colts eyes bore into his back.
Cheetu, with zeal, heads to the front of the group, walking backwards with a grin as he waves for Poufs attention. The blond pales and his nails dig into his clipboard, his head shaking as in no, Cheetu, shut your damn mouth.
“Okay great! Listen up to my new pitch!” Cheetu clears his throat, his salesperson representative self coming out, “Tired? Tired of technology running slow? Don’t you wish you could talk faster? Don’t you wish you could talk so fast that you would be abletotalktoeveryoneallthe-” Cheetus rambling becomes too quick and excited to understand and pouf is dying.
The queen makes it into the science sector and slowly Pouf whispers oh no as the sound of an explosion occurs, before a slight smoke makes its way out of the door. No one is phased as a woman with white curly hair throws herself out of the room her white medical lab coat a little singed.
“That was a rush hell yea!” she coughs and notices the group, and leaps at pouf, “the new coolant adhesive is almost done! We’re making it less flammable but hell does it have a kick! It’s amazing! I’ve never seen subject 2I9H 3000 react so fiverantly, there have only been four explosions this week!”
Youpi taps his earpiece, “Pitou again. Send men to clean up. Extinguishers needed.”
“The vacation will help me relax and be a better HR lead! Come on, Pouf!”
“These explosions are horrible for my headaches, especially when dealing with idiots!” Zazan whines
“Ya know if the budget was increased we could totally bring in a sick bartender, like the phantom troupe are an A-class party must have, right Flutter?”
“Talk all the time with chimera communications! never stop! Never stop talking just keep taking always-”
“Ya know, with this experiment almost done, if i reversed the polarity I could probably make the adhesive into a bomb-”
“Dont!” Pouf yells over the chatter, “absolutely do not! Remove the thought from your mind!”
Pitou sulks as a new voice enters the fray, a short, bulky man with wise eyes and a beak nose. In his hands were slips of gray paper, and on his chest was a name tag reading Peggy, finance. Around his neck was a lanyard that held every nerdy button the man could get his hands on. Some like “checkmate for the king,” or “like a good friend chimera com is there,” and “edgar allen poe before hoes.”
“I’m glad you’re all here, because it’s pay day!” Peggy grunts out, and cheers amble around as the man hands out slips, watching them get tucked into pockets and shirts, or ripped open fiercely. “Now for this next trimester we need to cut back on some staff funds, and unfortunately that’s the amount of coffee we are buying each week.”
Zazan gawks as she stares at the man, “you monster!”
“Peggy are you insane? We all practically live off coffee,” Welfin shoves past Leol and Flutter, grabbing onto Peggy in disgust. “If I’m not able to make a coffee every two hours, I’ll die. Straight up. I might as well go on sick leave because I won’t be able to function.”
Cheetu nods his head vigorously, “how do you think i get to be the way I am? You think I’m always energetic! Nah! we need our espressos!”
Youpi side eyes the man and mutters under his breath, “he shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near caffeine”
“You’re not the boss of me!” Cheetu yelps, puffing out his chest.
Pouf steps between them and lifts the clipboard in front of cheetus face, “under a general consensus you will be provided only with decaf and you will accept it without complaint! We don’t need anymore incidents like last year-” Pouf gawks as the words slip out
Colt narrows his eyes as he places a hand on Poufs shoulder, “please elaborate.”
A collective breath moves through the group, almost as if there was the presence of a monster amongst them. Pouf could only cower, hoping someone else would step in so he wouldn’t have to.
“Rammot,” Zazan swirls the name in her mouth and grimaces, “that was the worst month, thank god he gone.”
“He was a menace,” Youpi murmurs, “theft, blackmail, slander, assault…”
“And a rude, ugly man to boot.” Hina murmurs, shaking a glow stick vigorously. “And the things he would wear around the office should have been enough of a crime to get him arrested!”
Leol rubs his chin, “I heard he went to jail for killing a man.”
Cheetu nods, “That doesn’t surprise me! What a creep! He punched me once!”
“He spit in my coffee,” Welfin bares his teeth.
Pitou cracks a knuckle, “I was tempted to kill him one time. Try experiment 541 on him.”
The Queen blinks back her surprise as a yell breaks the chatter of the group from the other side of the hall. A balky man with pierced eyebrows and long hair runs towards the group, almost at a gallop. Some could say that the man was horse like in his demeanor; although he lacked any grace and came off as a beast (who was into some questionable kinks, the other employees had unfortunately come to learn). Zazan and Cheetu grimace and step against the walls, knowing that the man with the snake tongue, Yunju, was bound to make a messy entrance.
In his hands he carried a large box, his two assistants (both thin and lean, sticking to Yunju as if they were mosquitoes) carried their own boxes.
Now Pouf wasn’t sure what Yunju did. He was…usually just there, with his vulgar mouth and that damn split tongue, which was pierced seeing how it made a clink as it touched his teeth as he spoke.
Part of Pouf wanted to say that Yunju had been hired to be a health rep, although it seemed like hell of a mistake on their hiring department if they did that. Perhaps Yunju was the hiring department. What a nightmare.
“Nyaa, the chief of privacy,” Pitou whines, looking at Youpi, who technically was the chief of security but never used the title, meaning he and Yunji should have been partners at least. It never happened.
Pouf pales, shocked that he had forgotten that this monster of a man was responsible for all their personal issues and privacy, especially from having their identities safe from being revealed online. Anti technology protesters had been getting more violent with each year
“Got the stuff!” Yunju smirks, spotting Colt, a new face in the crowd, “and a catch.”
Colt gives him a piercing glare, not interested in the man’s advances. Leol and Hina hoot and holler as they leap towards the box, only to have Youpi intervene.
Only now did it come to everyone’s realization that they had been chatting and yelling in front of a large oak door, the only in a long hallway. No one could remember when the tile floors had become carpet, or when the lights had become tinted red, or that it was silent in this sector. Candles and roses sit on their perches, and a glass wall sits opposite to the door, delicate but deadly looking fish filling the space.
Standing on a stool, with their back turned to the crowd, is Kite. Short, lanky, silent at most times, quietly feed the fish. Feeling eyes on their back; they which was covered in long white hair which he occasionally dyed red, he peers over to the crowd.
Despite taking up the role of gardener, and in charge of health and safety, kite was also the third executive of the company.
“Mother,” Kite says lowly, stepping down from the stool. Pouf had almost forgotten Kite was the Queens adopted child.
Behind the large oak doors would be the future CEO of the company, the lead of the entire building. A man who was young, yet notable in his early 20s. He had been a child genius, and eager to learn all from his many tutors. The future ceo was a terrifying and gifted man.
As the doors were thrown open, everyone in the hallway held their breath as Meruem appeared, silent, somber, his dark hair covering his forehead, his eyes looking sharp with pointed eyeliner and his purple contacts.
“What is the meaning of this noise?” Meruem asks, voice soft and yet almost sultry
Pouf hesitates and tries to work up the courage to offer an explanation, a reason, something to ease the heavy, smoggy tension.
“We….They…The Queen-” Pouf almost curses himself as tears spring to his eyes. How could he explain the motive behind the horrible staff. Everyone had left their posts! All they did was argue! Or fight! Or try to blow things up! Godawful, good for nothing trouble makers! Everyone here, and the queen had watched it all.
Meruem shifts his glance to the queen instead, slightly shocked.”Mother, Pouf did not inform me of your attendance.”
Pouf pales at the mention of his name, positive he was going to lose his damn job.
“I am sure you know why I came,” the woman says lowly, stepping forward to tower over the short man. “To see how you have run my company. To see your employees and their capabilities. To see if you are willing to inherit the CEO title when you turn 25…and to wish you a happy twenty third birthday.” she smiles, breaking from her facade.
Party poppers explode and balloons escape from the box Yunju was carrying. Ikalgo and Melodeon, two delivery boys, ran in with champagne, and cheering radiated through the hallway. Pouf, very quickly realized, this whole thing has been a set up.
“Lighten up pouf! It was fun wasn’t it!” Pitou hoots as glasses are passed around as a cake is brought into meruems office.
“Happy birthday!” is yelled out, and meruem feels his face flush as he beams at the gesture.
To be so loved by his family and company was a true blessing, Meruem realized, lost in a sea of voices. Despite being thankful, meruem knew that one day he would have that special someone here with him, to meet his mother and coworkers. But for now, Meruem would enjoy the impromptu party.
And pouf? Pouf would be fine
Well, after he stopped crying tears of relief that is
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I drive my moms car a lot should she put me on her insurance ?
I drive my moms car a lot should she put me on her insurance ?
well I talked to a police officer and he said that as long as my mom has insurance and as long as i have my license I can legally drive her car anytime but should she put me on her insurance policy what would be the point of this ? how much more money would she have to spend im 18 and she only has to pay like 400 bucks a year for insurance plus full coverage because she has a good driving record also the only reason i think she should put my on her insurance is if i hit a car or get in an accident her insurance will pay for it if im on the policy correct what about if someone hits me while im driving and im not on my moms insurance policy it wouldnt matter correct ?
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well I talked to a police officer and he said that as long as my mom has insurance and as long as i have my license I can legally drive her car anytime but should she put me on her insurance policy what would be the point of this ? how much more money would she have to spend im 18 and she only has to pay like 400 bucks a year for insurance plus full coverage because she has a good driving record also the only reason i think she should put my on her insurance is if i hit a car or get in an accident her insurance will pay for it if im on the policy correct what about if someone hits me while im driving and im not on my moms insurance policy it wouldnt matter correct ?
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Nicki Minaj’s Upset Tirade Over ‘Queen’ Album Sales Is The Final Straw In A Flawed Campaign
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Nicki Minaj may have proven wildly adept at marshaling the powers of the social media sphere to promote her music and outsized persona to unprecedented success for a woman in hip-hop, but over this past weekend, she violated one of social media’s cardinal rules when it was revealed that Houston rapper Travis Scott’s Astroworld second-week sales would eclipse her Queen first-week sales; she reacted, going on an extended rant that proves just how bothered she truly is.
First, there were the tweets. Sunday afternoon saw the assertively outspoken rapper using the platform to try to explain away the perceived commercial failure of the album. “I put my blood sweat & tears in writing a dope album only for Travis Scott to have Kylie Jenner post a tour pass telling people to come see her and Stormi,” she wrote. She continued to try to further elucidate the behind-the-scenes maneuvering that led to Astroworld‘s higher sales totals.
Travis sold over 50K of these. With no requirement of redeeming the album! With no dates for a tour, etc. I spoke to him. He knows he doesn’t have the #1 album this week. I love my fans for the #1 album in AMERICA! I’ll explain on #QueenRadio 4 albums in, #1 in 86 countries pic.twitter.com/CiYEuczgm3
— QUEEN (@NICKIMINAJ) August 19, 2018
“Travis sold over 50K [tour pre-sale access passes that came with a digital copy of the album],” she went on. “With no requirement of redeeming the album! With no dates for a tour, etc. I spoke to him. He knows he doesn’t have the No. 1 album this week.” She bolstered her arguments with comparisons to other big name releases that have dropped in recent months. “I looked at the numbers the Carters, Kanye, Nas, etc recently did. Travis sold 200K in his first week off clothes alone. I spoke to him last night & he said he’s been selling clothes b4 the music. Billboard says they’ll change the rules cuz of this, so it should be changed now!”
I looked at the numbers the Carters, Kanye, Nas, etc recently did. Travis sold 200K in his first week of clothes alone. I spoke to him last night & he said he’s been selling clothes b4 the music. Billboard says they’ll change the rules cuz of this, so it should be changed now!
— QUEEN (@NICKIMINAJ) August 19, 2018
Then, her explanations turned downright accusatory as she laid a share of the blame at the feet of Spotify, which she says deliberately sabotaged her promotion on its service to punish her for previewing Queen early on Apple Music’s Beats 1 Radio. “Spotify had to teach me a lesson but rewarded the man who has had an Apple radio show the longest,” she raged. “They took away my promotion they had promised for the first couple days because of this.”
I put my blood sweat & tears in writing a dope album only for Travis Scott to have Kylie Jenner post a tour pass telling ppl to come see her & Stormi. lol. Im actually laughing. #Queen broke the record of being number 1 in 86 countries. Thank Jesus & thank you to my fans.
— QUEEN (@NICKIMINAJ) August 19, 2018
She concluded her tirade by retweeting supportive messages from her staunch Barbz fanbase, which has served as her loyal attack team as much as a listener base. While they were quick to buy into her conspiracy theories as fact, others were much more skeptical, however, wondering why Nicki felt the need to cop such pleas in the first place. After all, No. 2 is nothing to be ashamed of. Billboard reports that Queen racked up 185,000 equivalent album units earned. 78,000 of those were traditional album sales. That’s nothing to shake a stick at; Nicki has still outsold a number of other artists in the hip-hop arena, including the aforementioned Nas — a certified rap legend. She also had the second-largest week for an album by a female artist in 2018 — right after Cardi B, whose Invasion Of Privacy completed its first week with 255,000 units in April.
Spotify put drake’s face on every playlist but told me they’d have to teach me a lesson for playing my music 10 mins early on #QueenRadio. Even tho they’ve been giving away my music for free for years & I am one of the top Spotify artists of all time.
— QUEEN (@NICKIMINAJ) August 19, 2018
Spotify had to teach me a lesson but rewarded the man who has had an Apple radio show the longest; inadvertently helping the Apple platform the most. Oh I can’t wait for #QueenRadio on Tuesday. They took away my promotion they had promised for the 1st cpl days b/c of this. #Queen
— QUEEN (@NICKIMINAJ) August 19, 2018
My music went up on Apple so I played it. I assumed it was on Spotify & Tidal at the same time. Spotify said that Apple tweeted fans advising #Queen was up & therefore they had to teach me a lesson. But PRAISE BE TO GOD!!!!!!
— QUEEN (@NICKIMINAJ) August 19, 2018
However, maybe that’s the problem. As tiresome as it is to compare Nicki Minaj and Cardi B again, it seems their fortunes have been inextricably linked by the ongoing “are they beefing or not?” narrative that defined the late part of 2017 and early 2018. Nicki herself has made her sales figures her proudest talking point, boasting that “these b*tches is my sons” with regards to album sales since her very first album, Pink Friday. They’re a fixture of any number of interviews about her never-before-seen level of success as a woman rapper. Her sales, as much as any other aspect of her brand, have come to define what she sees as success. So, of course, it rankles that an album in its second week outsold her latest — especially since most albums see a significant falloff in sales in their second weeks.
The thing is, Nicki’s arguments don’t hold up on examination. She sold her album with merchandise bundles as well. She pushed Queen with an extended, dramatic rollout featuring tearful interviews, colorful costumes, multiple singles, late-night appearances, and all the other hallmarks of a traditional promotional cycle. She did everything she could to drum up interest in her album, but her Barbz seemed more interested in harassing journalists than supporting the product when the time came. They mobilized to berate, threaten, and terrorize Wanna Thompson over tweeting that she wished Nicki’s content would mature, but didn’t turn out in the same force to actually support that content given the chance.
Do you know how many women get systematically blackballed out of their positions in an office building & can’t fight back?????
— QUEEN (@NICKIMINAJ) August 19, 2018
There are any number of reasons why Travis Scott outsold Nicki Minaj, but what it most likely boils down to is the music itself — as it should. Travis delivered a fully-fledged, cohesive album, the natural evolution of the sound we’ve come to expect from him. Astroworld is fully realized and bears repeat listens. The numbers bear that out, but anecdotally, I’ve had multiple people point out how many times they’ve listened to it. Plus, it’s emotive, revealing, and occasionally surprising.
Queen sounds like a Nicki Minaj album, yes, but not one she’s put thought into or worked hard on. She may have — but it doesn’t sound like it. It really is so strange to hear someone rapping like it’s 2013. The bars cover the same narrative territory she’s paced for four albums and ten years now. They may be some of her gulliest in a while, with nary an EDM blowout to unsettle the pacing, but they’re still upstaged by treacly pop and a lethargic approach to production.
Besides the lackluster effort on the musical front though, the true culprit might just be the simplest explanation, the enemy of every entertainer who’s chosen to make their living in the rap game: Time. Over time, tastes evolve. Fans grow up. New fans with new aesthetic sensibilities take their place. Today’s rap fans don’t exactly favor hyper-lyrical boom-bap, and on Queen, Nicki is as close as she’s ever come to that style, right down to her Biggie Smalls redux, “Barbie Dreams.”
Furthermore, as social media’s “gotcha”-style aversion to bullying and scandal has grown, Nicki’s use of an attack squadron of bullying cronies has likely turned off many would-be listeners, as has her recent collaboration with controversy magnet, Tekashi 69, whose legal troubles all-too-closely mirror those of Nicki’s brother, who was convicted of raping an underage girl. While Tekashi’s transgression was by no means on the same scale, finding nuance on Twitter is like squeezing blood from a stone. Between the rumors and Nicki’s persistent proxy pestering of anyone who dares criticize her, supporting her seems like a bad bet to many of her former fans and supporters.
People are calling me thinking I’m huffing & puffing. Omg y’all this is sarcasm/dry humor. Yikes. I’m having the most iconNIC time. Come let me kiss you. Who’s coming to the secret show? When people call me & hear me crackin up laughing they seem so puzzled. Loosen up
— QUEEN (@NICKIMINAJ) August 19, 2018
Nicki does have one point: It’s very suspect that, of all the artists to collaborate with Tekashi, only Nicki has been called out on this scale. Like nearly every woman in hip-hop before her, she’s judged by a double standard, and that’s wrong. She shouldn’t have to pay for her brother’s actions or those of her collaborators or even those of her fans — but she does have to answer for her own. She is often the catalyst in the Barbz’ attacks. She chose to make her album promo about practically everything but the music, then make the music about none of the intriguing life events many of her fans wanted insight into.
Nicki made herself the “bad guy” in a musical landscape that has turned on hip-hop heels and wants to see heroes flourish. She is the one who hyped up sales as the be-all, end-all, and as much as she protests that “this is sarcasm/dry humor,” it’s hard to believe her when she’s made the same complaints across multiple platforms for hours at a time. As the Queen of online provocation, Nicki has fallen into a trap she should know to avoid — overreacting online is never a good look.
Queen is out now via Young Money/Cash Money Records. Get it here.
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I need to meet you in my sally because this will be amazing, like everything you do! I won’t be able to go this year T.T I just have to look forward to everyone’s pictures. You should have my last name! Not once in my 72 years has anyone pronounced it correctly or even how it is spelled! not just my first name but my second name too.Legends Are Born In October Shirt. I even had someone ask how my surname was spelled. I want to see a picture, of How It’s a bucket. like. oo bad this says Disneyland and not world or else we’d be standing in line for an hour for popcorn.
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Correction, you would be standing in line for an hour for popcorn….cause I surely would not be. Does DW have them though? Some people are saying yes, but they sell out fast. Other people saying no. I have no idea, this says Disneyland but maybe they both have it. I just hope it’s not a Mickey party exclusive popcorn bucket. Cuz this years halloween bucket from what I’ve seen is a pumpkin at the park. Can you post a picture of the back please!? I don’t understand how it’s a popcorn bucket. I’ll get my daughter to post it for me. It has an opening in the back for the popcorn that pops open towards you.
My phone is being repaired but I have to show you what I just got. My level of “extra” is so high right now. I have weird collection of Disney crap at my desk. I have all the oil cans from cars land, a couple of popcorn buckets ect ..im a dork. I’ll look! We aren’t going to the Halloween bash, so hopefully they have it for sale normally! I hate looming at ads if im following your page i dont want to see crap that your promoting i see enough ads on tv from radios and billboards enough is a fucking enough.
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I have not. It has been so crazy and i have been collecting the nightmare before Christmas pins. if you buy one of these done wait at Disneyland , go to California adventure , by the toy story mania , there wasn’t a line there and that was the only place I found one . Well thanks for the advice. Any way to see it all. Did you guys use fast pass at all or that max pass thingy? I just get a fast pass for a big ride that I know is a long wait ( haunt mansion , Indian , and star tours for Disneyland : cars , toy story mania at California adventure ) then I wait in line for one of the other rides , but make sure you read the bottom of your fast pass because you can get a pass for a few rides at a time but it has to pass the stated.
I don’t buy the max pass , or and sorin at California is really cool , the kids would like it , but it is a long wait and books out of fast passes in like an hour of being open… so I suggest getting cars and sornin for California if you can. As for the parades and shows it sucks but if you want good seats or whatever you gotta wait for like a hour or two. Well sadly the tickets are sold out for the parade on Friday the week were going. Like their halloween parade thingy. If you are going during a Halloween party the park closed early unless your bought the extra tickets too.
Yea so we are thinking ca adventures Friday then Disneyland Saturday. That way we have more time in the park since the parade is Friday& sold out. never, life means transformation.Like the seasons it’s transformation every year. By the Goddess, I hope you’re right. This is the lowest I’ve been in many years. Legends Are Born In October Shirt. I talk to her every day, telling her how much I appreciate everything she’s done for me. And I do. But this stress and worry is taking its toll on me. Blessed be all. Does anyone else realize (much as I love the nightmare before Christmas) that Tim Burton has no creativity and uses the same score over and over again for his animated movies ? Ref: The Corpse Bride.
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Past, Present, and What’s on the Horizon – An Interview with Tritonal
Tritonal is a production duo and DJ tandem made up of Chad Cisneros and David Reed. They are co-owners of the record label, Enhanced Music, and radio hosts on their Sirius XM Electric Area show, Tritonia.
The duo formed in 2008 and quickly rose to the label ranks, starting off on the British record label, Anjunabeats, and eventually moving to Will Holland’s Enhanced Music, which they currently co-own. Their debut album, Piercing the Quiet, crushed the Beatport charts, landing 8 singles in the top 20, and 5 #1 singles on the Trance charts. They remixed Piercing the Quiet, which lead to a top 5 placement on iTunes dance album charts.
They released their Metamorphic EP trilogy from 2013-2014, cracking the top Five on Billboard’s Airplay Dance chart with the single, Now Or Never featuring Phoebe Ryan. In 2015, Now Or Never became a sports anthem for CBS’s Thursday Night NFL broadcasts.
In 2015, they went on tour with Cash Cash on their Untouchable Tour, selling out major city venues such as New York’s Terminal 5, San Francisco’s Warfield, and L.A.’s Club Nokia. They also collaborated with The Chainsmokers on their single, Until You Were Gone, and remixed Adam Lambert’s Ghost Town, boosting their streaming success online.
Last year, they released their Painting With Dreams album with hit singles such as Blackout, Getaway, I Feel The Love, and Rewind. They’ve toured the world, playing primetime hours at major festivals such as Electric Daisy Carnival, Escape From Wonderland, Ultra Music Festival, Electric Zoo Festival, and Creamfields Australia.
They recently released their label’s 300th track, Good Thing ft. Laurell. They’ve also released an official remix of Armin Van Buuren’s Sunny Days featuring Josh Cumbee. This fall, Tritonal is set to go on their Horizon Tour with Seven Lions and Kill The Noise.
We had the pleasure of interviewing Tritonal below. Take a listen to their new remix, then listen to their new featured singles on Soundcloud and read the full interview below to get the FULL Tritonal experience. Chad and David answered questions separately.
INTERVIEW:
Where does the name Tritonal come from?
Chad: A Tritone is a musical interval, otherwise known as a chord. It’s a diminished 5th to be exact or an augmented 4th. It has a very dissonant sound, and the actual word Tritonal is an explosive. It’s 80% TNT, and we thought that musical explosivity is super rad!
Where are you from and how has that shaped the musician you are today?
Chad: We’re both from Austin, TX – although Dave grew up close to Washington DC. Im not sure geographic region influenced our love of Electronic Dance Music a lot in the early days since we were finding most of our music online! That said, Austin is a thriving live music area, and we get to see / hear loads of different cool bands!
What instruments did you play when you were younger?
Chad: Dave played Piano, and still does. I don’t particularly play anything, although was academically trained at University for Audio Engineering. We use our instincts when it comes to music, and always bring it back to “how does this make me feel?”
Are there an instruments that you currently wish you COULD play?
Chad: Definitely! I wish I had been more studious at learning piano; it’s so fundamental in writing. It’s definitely handicap at times, and I am constantly reminded of it! That said, we work really hard at our sound design, arrangements, and go with our instinctive guts on harmony and musicality.
Tell us the story of how you started creating music on your computer?
Chad: I actually started making old school beats on gear, a Roland MC-505 Groovebox and a Korg Triton Workstation. We saved our tracks on Floppy Disks! lol!
Dave started noodling with FL Studio when he was about 12 years old after listening to a Tiesto album.
What was your favorite studio moment when producing your Label, Enhanced’s, 300th release, Good Thing ft. Laurell?
Chad: Hands down when we nailed the acoustic guitar counter riff with our boy, Teal. We kept sending back n’ forth notes on the rhythm and melody of it. It’s such a mainstay of the vibe!
Tell us about your new remix for Armin van Buuren.
Chad: Well obviously we respect Armin as an artist so much, but much more as a human. He’s such a great person. We have been close with him for years and have played a few of his massive ASOT celebrations at Ultra, EDC, and in Amsterdam. Although our sound has changed, we really wanted to give this record a euphoric twist.
What do you like to do when you’re simply hanging out – aside from music?
Chad: My wife and I just had Twins! Wow, they’re so adorable, but can also be so much work! I honestly can’t take credit, as my wife is the one who deserves all of it. She has somehow maintained an amazing home for all of us, and I’m just blessed to be a part of it. We have 3 kids now, and thats gonna be all for us!
Dave and I work out, we go on hikes, and hang out with friends when in Austin. It’s such a great city this time of year!
Are you involved in any extracurricular activities?
Chad: As someone in recovery, who’s been sober for almost 12 years – this plays a big part of my extracurricular activities. Super active in meetings, sponsoring and mentoring others, and I also co-own and operate an Inpatient / Outpatient Detox Treatment Facility called Infinite Recovery here in Austin. We treat alcoholism and drug addiction, helping people put their lives back together.
Who are your musical influences?
Chad: Both of our favorite band is Coldplay. We also love Jon Hopkins and Nils Frahm. We listen to so much music each week preparing for our radio show Tritonia, that we stay pretty involved in whats current. Hard not to be inspired by so much awesome music out there!
Who is one of your favorite acts right now to watch live?
Dave: Cold play is pretty exciting; however, we enjoy a lot of acts including Galantis live! We like how they innovate with their drums and percussion fused in with their DJ set!
What are some of your favorite venues to play and why?
Dave: We really love Terminal 5 in New York, Echostage in DC and venues similar! They’re so much fun to play, watching a seething, soaring mass of people get down with our music. It’s awesome.
What are some of your favorite cities to play-in and why?
Dave: We are fortunate to be able to have played in many great cities! We really enjoy playing out in Hawaii though, as it’s a complete switch from the normal vibe of travel. It’s nice to change it up and maybe bring the family sometimes.
What DAW do you use and why?
Dave: We use Logic Pro mostly! We’ve come from a variety of DAWs and feel Logic supports our needs overall rather than switching between many programs. However, we do use Ableton Live frequently!
Do you have a typical music production process? If yes, can you explain it?
Dave: Indeed we do! Between the two of us, we like to start with the peak of the record, i.e the “drop” as some would say. It helps us understand where the most intense threshold of the record is, and then we like to boil it down from there to help prepare our verse, pre, etc. It’s a great method we feel works for us.
What is your favorite MIDI Controller or instrument to produce with right now?
Dave: Honestly, we’ve still been rocking our good ole’ M-Audio AXIOMs! But we’re all about upgrading our gear as we see fit!
What is one of your favorite or go-to VST Plugin?
Dave: Whew there are many we love to pinpoint here, including spire, nexus, avenger, sylenth and we really love Omnisphere! It’s super awesome!
Do you have a key production tip for our young producers out there?
Dave: Definitely! Whenever you begin your mix, especially if it pertains to something more vocal heavy, we like to bring the entire mix down a bit by a few DBs. Then, we can properly hear our levels when mixing in drums, leads, bass, etc. You don’t need to blow your ears at high volumes to get your mix proper – take your time
What is your favorite color?
Dave: haha! Anything on Phillip’s HUE!
Do you have a favorite in-studio snack?
Dave: haha we do! Almonds or apples is the way! At times, you might catch us with some of those Peanut M&M’S though!
What is next for Tritonal?
Dave: Quite a bit actually!! Not only do we have some new music coming down the pipeline soon, but we’ve also got a dope tour lined up along with Seven Lions and Kill the Noise this fall called the Horizon Tour!
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Ariana Grande will defend Kim Kardashian’s nudes until she expires
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Ariana Grande is a 5-foot tank of untamable feminist rage.
In her new Billboard cover story, she goes in about their own problems women in service industries face that don’t exist for her male equivalents. And 60 years from now, when she’s topless in Whole Foods buying vegan nutrient, she challenges that you respect her.
Grande’s so indignant about a series of tweets from a radio terminal reproaching Kim Kardashian and Miley Cyrus and praising Zayn and Justin Bieber for the same that she makes the reporter read them on her phone.
If youre going to rave about how sex a male master gazes with his shirt off and a woman decides to get in her panties or evidence her boobies for a photo shoot, she needs to be treated with the same awe and praise. I will say it until Im an old-ass female with my tits out at Whole Foods. Ill be in the produce aisle, naked at 95, with a sensible ponytail, one strand of “hairs-breadth” left on my psyche and a Chanel bow. Mark my messages. Verify you there with my 95 dogs.
And since Kim Kardashian recently made the promise “nude selfies ’till I die” during her Webbys acceptance discussion, it’s good that she has a longterm, perpetrated ally in Grande and her carry of hounds, which currently includes seven pups.
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Ill never be able to swallow the fact that beings experience the need to attach a successful maiden to a soul when they say her refer, Grande articulates , not-so-subtly indicating at the series that seem to eternally attach Selena Gomez to Justin Bieber despite her own accomplishments.
Grande won’t name epithets( “itll be so much drama”) but is infuriated that the vocalist in question will always be known as someone’s ex firstly, even years after the relationship ended.
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Grande clearly expends a lot of occasionin between reading Gloria Steinem books monitoring how female luminaries are considered, but she doesn’t want to get involved in feuds.
If beings are contending, I stay as far gone as possible, ” Grande justified. “Ive said this a million times: I hate drama. I affection women around the industry. Im a big devotee of all my peers, and I try to keep it a hundred.”
not today satan !!!!!! gtg finish this music& live my cute, drama free life !!
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Some.,200 of those new bank branches were added as a result of Chase's September to guide you through the loan process, a mortgage broker may be a good choice for you. In 2015, the UK the market started being disrupted by financial technology from brokers,” Kelly explains. In Ontario, mortgage brokers are licensed by the Financial Services Commission Land mortgage banking: it specializes in originating and/or serving land mortgage loans Private banking: providing wealth management services to high-net-worth individuals and families Investment banking: relating to activities on the financial markets Most banks are profit-taking, private enterprises, however, some are owned by government, or are non-profits. Keep in mind that the number of banks/lenders a mortgage broker has access borrower and the lender banks and non-bank lenders, whereas a loan officer typically works directly for the lender. “But for us, more importantly, the coverage that we had of the country and of what their sales representatives their fixed rate sheets. Different amounts and terms will result in different Comparison Rates. Qualify.afore Mortgage Brokers Association of Atlantic Canada . The majority of home-owners turn to banks broker to be licensed.
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