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houseofbrat · 1 year

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This is why I could never understand the reluctance of the younger generation of royals doing the bread and butter engagements and keeping a fairly active workload. Sorry I read too many excuses over the years of of well they have to raise their family and need time for that. They have to not look like the latest celeb philanthropist but they are not politicians either. They fill the gap, do the “boring” work and the not so boring work. What people don’t realize is that those boring engagements gives you a better chance to see more of the population- more of the workers and those who are behind the scenes helping run the everyday life of the country. Not everything should go through a foundation either. And I don’t buy the bull excuse in Spare that Charles didn’t want his sons to outwork him.

And I remember @anonymoushouseplantfan saying at least once that Kate should have done a few more “ribbon cuttings” in her early working royal years to build a little more confidence. Very true.

I haven’t read Spare. No plans to currently and maybe not ever.

No way would it even be possible for Harry or William to outwork Charles. I don’t think William even did half the number of engagements Charles did last year. Charles did more than 400, and William did less than 200.

Charles has always done engagements related to his personal interests, but he always has done the “bread & butter” engagements as well. So did Philip. William can’t seem to get the second half going in his royal career. At a certain point, it’s going to become insulting to the British public when William, as heir to the throne, can’t go out and meet the British people.

I was less than impressed with William and his statements regarding Wales’ football team right before the 2022 World Cup. He’s known for years that he will become Prince of Wales at some point in his life. He’s 40 years old. Yet, he did not have the brains to say that he supports both England and Wales before they left for Qatar.

It would have been such a simple statement that his office could have issued, but nope. He wouldn’t go there.

This is why I have very low expectations of William as Prince of Wales. He has no plan to embrace Wales. At this point, it’s clearly just another courtesy title. Just a bunch of fancy words to introduce him.

Sharp contrast with his father, Charles, who did a lot to promote Wales. Charles employed Welsh harpists for more than twenty years to play at his engagements. The harpist had to be Welsh because the harp is a national instrument for Wales.

Will William continue employing a Welsh harpist as the Prince of Wales? Remains to be seen for sure but I doubt it. Because William will probably determine that music was “his father’s thing,” and he can save money by not spending money on live music because it’s not one of his chosen interests. Keep in mind that as Duke of Cornwall, he certainly has the money to employ a Welsh harpist.

It’s the little things like that which makes me realize William misses the big picture about his job. That and his near allergic response to doing the “bread & butter” engagements.

#ask #King Charles III #William The Prince of Wales #Workshy Will #Prince Harry

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thebroccolination · 1 year

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Listen, Between Us is my child. My joy. My raison d’être.

But I do kind of have separate ratings for the series as a whole vs. WinTeam’s part in it. WinTeam Rating: 12/10, perfect my babies miraculous string music. The series…has a different rating. Undisclosed. Unimportant. New and Sheep did their best under extraordinary circumstances and I will defend their series to my last breath.

That said, I want to make a WinTeam supercut for myself.

‘Cos as far as I know, New didn’t just direct the series—he edited it as well, and I understand that he had a lot on his plate. But I do…kind of wish he’d delegated the editing to someone else. The mic noises, the music crowding some scenes, the flashbacks that go on for a really long time—much longer than they had to—presumably to pad out an episode, etc. Plus, well. BeePrince should have had their own series. Bee is already a side character, and Prince only has Bee and his manager to flesh him out. I think Tae did a fantastic job as Bee, but Benz as Prince never really grabbed me emotionally. Their plot felt sort of sped-run to me, and I started fast-forwarding past them in later episodes. I don’t dislike them, to be clear, I just didn’t feel much of anything in any direction. Love Bee, neutral on BeePrince.

I wish I could fix all the muffled noises from the actors squishing their body mics during hugs and oh my god New kept playing the instrumental version of Prem’s song in a painfully sharp/high-pitched key that felt more like a horror soundtrack than the uplifting/happy instrumental they played in the locker room scene of episode two. But I can’t fix those issues because I’d probably need the original high quality dialogue tracks in order to isolate and remove parts of them. And aaahh, more than anything I wish I could remove the music from some scenes—the late-night “if I asked you, would you have an answer for me” conversation has, like, four or five music cues in it and it’s ONE SCENE, NEW. I’m a huge champion of sound engineering as an art form that should be respected, and so a lot of scenes genuinely felt to me like wasted opportunities. Sound and music aren’t supposed to hammer viewers in the face with the mood of a scene. And BounPrem were at top form in this series, so I wish they had had more scenes where they aren’t interrupted by a song in the middle. Where they just got to have quiet and New let their acting carry the scene.

(This is something New also did in UWMA. Like, as much as I enjoy the cabin scene and the dorm room scene, neither of them needed that song blasted over them. Let the actors carry the scene!!!)

Basically, my only major issues with Between Us were editing-based. Hence why I wish New had let someone else do it. Maybe he didn’t have the money to spare. Maybe he just didn’t want to. No idea.

But that’s why I want to make my own WinTeam cut so I can binge their storyline when I’m having a rough day and I don’t want to fast-forward to get to them. (That’s not to say I didn’t like everyone else! I did! But y’know. WinTeam. My babies.) I’ll include some of the other pairings when their scenes are relevant to WinTeam’s story, but mostly I just want to zero in on WinTeam. (I’ll keep all of WanTul since they’re the pairing with the closest storyline to WinTeam, and the two pairs converge later in the series, but I’m tempted to play with the timeline and see if I can’t blend them in elsewhere.)

I know why BeePrince didn’t have their own series. Side pairings are a profitable and inevitable marketing element of the BL industry, and I don’t begrudge New for trying to advertise some of his actor stable in a highly anticipated series that was guaranteed to have thousands of potential fans watching it. It’s tough out there, and New’s got a purebred cat family to feed and Boun’s salary to provide. Sell what you gotta sell, babe.

(I’m actually a little tempted to do this same thing for SOTUS S because HOO boy do I not care about the side couples in Arthit’s office. KongArt + TewDae + seven seconds of sapphics is all I want.)

Anyway! I’m gonna make this my li’l project. I’m not sure I’ll post it publicly because I don’t want to step on the official versions, but I’ll probably post some isolated scenes while I experiment with editing. For my first step I’ll try to cut down some of those flashback scenes. Like Win in the shower remembering his entire conversation with Dean and Pruk? For multiple minutes? Win might have relived the entire thing, but we shouldn’t. The series is only twelve episodes, New, and that conversation wasn’t that long ago even for those of us who watched it live. We remember. We got it.

If New needed more footage to pad out the episode, just have Boun do his hair and skin care routines. Literally who would complain? “Look, a beautiful human being. Stare.” WITH PLEASURE.

“Oh no the episode is short. Prem, pout for thirty seconds.” I WILL TAKE A THOUSAND SCREENSHOTS.

“Ohm, do some push-ups.” I’m sure he does those!

“Prem, Sammy, ad-lib an argument.” More Team and Manaow bickering! Grand!

“Fluke, be perfect.” PHARM’S APPEARANCES IN THIS SERIES WERE FLAWLESS I HOPE HE GETS THE RESPECT HE DESERVED THE FIRST TIME AROUND.

So you see, there are workarounds when you need to pad out time. No need to show us the same scenes again.

Anyway, in addition to writing fic, this is how I’m coping with our collective loss.

#between us the series #between us #winteam #teamwin

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shiningclown69 · 2 years

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Specialists' Hobbies

After many months, finally finished this.

Didnt write about Nex, Roy and Thoren bc I got lazy, but maybe I'll write for them eventually

And yes, ik i wrote like 7 hobbies for brandon and struggled to write 3 for the rest, it be like that im sorry im a clown 😭🤡

Sky:

He was kinda busy as a child, being trained to be a future king didn't really allow him to develop hobbies naturally. However, because his parents wanted him to be an all-rounder perfect child, they exposed him to many different activities, whether he liked them or not. He has probably tried everything from music to coding to every sport and had the best teachers to help him out.

He's a jack at all trades, but I think what he genuinely enjoys most is doing sports. He particularly loves riding on his skateboard (the one they have w/o wheels) and doing tricks. As a kid, he would often get roughed up doing that and get scolded by his parents because they thought it wasn't a very prestigious sport. That's weirdly his way of rebelling till now.

He is also surprisingly good at playing the piano and other classical instruments. He isn't as well versed in things like electric guitar, but he is interested to learn, epsecially with friends. He would love to start a small band and play with the rest of the specialists.

Not sure if this counts as a hobby, but he really values the time he has with his friends. He enjoys going out with them and just chilling or getting a drink. He's usually the one to initiate outings, followed by Brandon

He doesn't have many specific hobbies, but he's happy to do most things as long as he's hanging out with his friends.

Brandon:

Brandon has many similar hobbies as Sky, and probably introduced him to many of them. Many of the hobbies Sky likes are because of Brandon (because having a friend to do said hobbies with you is vastly more fun than than a teacher who grades you on your performance)

Brandon has many hobbies. His primary hobby is exercising in general. He enjoys sports, particularly rock climbing, hiking, swimming and surfing. He also likes to go for jogs/runs with the other guys or sometimes with Stella. He is good at most sports, but its mainly due to his general athleticism rather than constant practice or strategy.

He is more gym-oriented than the rest of the guys. He goes nearly daily and lifts dumbells in his bedroom. He mostly goes to the gym bc he wants to maintain his appearance and often looks at himself in the mirror of the gym or in his room. He also eats more healthy, takes care of his hair and skin for the same reason.

However, he is still genuinely interested in health and nutrition related things, beyond appearance reasons. Things like making progress or hittting a new record in weightlifting makes him feel fulfilled.

He doesn't often advise people on how they should exercise or eat (bc its their own body), but if they want to look for somebody for advice, Brandon is probably the right person. He is always happy to help, and seeing his friends hit their goals brings him joy.

Another thing he enjoys is fashion. It initially comes as a by-product of him caring about his appearance, but he finds himself interested in it's creation and design. Stella helps cultivate that interest. Brandon is literally the most stylish and trendy guy in their gang, so if the guys want fashion and styling advice they will go to him.

Another unexpected thing he likes is engineering, particularly the mechanic part. He enjoys tinkering with the engine of his windrider and fixing stuff. He's not as proficient in the math and theory stuff as Timmy though.

He's also one of the only guys here who can cook decently, taught by his parents since young (and also bc of his nutrition interest). He also likes trying out his friends' food reccomendations and going cafe hopping.

Riven:

Riven doesn't have a ton of money (single family home), so he realised a lot of his hobbies when he was younger from playing with other kids, like borrowing their consoles/going for sleepovers/playing with them ourdoors. The internet along with people he finds cool are also huge inspirations.

An obvious hobby for him is music. He's more musically inclined than the other guys, but he particularly loves rock (unironically instilled in him during his emo phase lol). The instrument he is most proficient in is the electric guitar, but he can also play the drums pretty well.

He is willing to try out other instruments and sometimes joins music related clubs so that he can try out instruments he wants to learn.

He is also likes composing songs and brainstorming ideas for it. He usually has a rhythm or beat stuck in his mind for a while, so that part doesn't take him that long to do. But he is bad at coming up with meaningful lyrics, so those tend to screw him up. He sometimes begrudgingly goes to Helia or Nabu for help with that.

He sings occassionally but tends to hum rather than full-on sing, especially if people are around. However, he is confident enough to perform on the stage if push comes to shove or if he practiced a ton. His voice is not as polished as Musa's because he never had many avenues to sing/doesn't practice it a ton, but it has good potential. Definitely one of the best at singing in the specialists and kills it at karaoke.

Another prominent hobby of his is sports. He likes most sports, ranging from soccer to snowboarding to boxing. However, what he enjoys most about sports is competition and the fact he can pitt his skills against others. Thus, he is the most aggressively competitive of the bunch. Combined with his physique and athletism, he's honestly kinda a monster to play against. He's also the one that gets physically hurt the most from said sports, so he has semi-frequent trips to the nurse's office.

In the same vein of competitiveness, he also enjoys playing games. Naturally, he leans towards PvP fighter games and Multiplayer Online Battle Arena (MOBA) games.

He also secretly enjoys rhythm based games (both arcade and online), though he would never let people know bc he thinks its embarassing. That is until one of the specialists challenges him to a DDR battle, and then he wipes the floor. He also likes Guitar Hero, obviously.

He also gets VERY worked up playing party games, which the specialists find hilarious (but sometimes insufferable). He's such a sore loser at literally everything.

Timmy:

Obviously, the tech guy likes tech. Ingrained in him as a child, Timmy enjoys solving technical problems and tinkering with machines. Brandon sometimes watches him do his thing so he can learn. Timmy's family tree has a long lineage of prestigious scientists and inventors, so he naturally has similar interests. He also enjoys coding and is fascinated by math and science in general.

Another thing he enjoys is games. Unlike Riven, he prefers games that allow him to flex his strategic skill. This of course includes stuff like chess, but nobody wants to play those with him except Tecna or Digit, mainly bc they know they'll lose to Timmy.

Luckily, Timmy is also kinda a board game nerd and owns a large collection of other tabletop games, which the rest are willing to entertain. Even if it's less traditional strategy related, he does enjoy playing them and analysing the rest of the group's play-styles

Unexpectedly, he has also taken an liking to story-based games like RPGs or Third-person games. He would be lying if he said he didn't cry more than once over fictional characters. He also enjoys playing MMORPGs, and is actually really good at it. The only one who is better at him in the gang is Tecna obviously, she totally goes on virtual dates with him in-game.

Helia

Weird art kid. Spent 99% of his early childhood days sitting in a corner and quietly drawing anime characters and ocs. He later diversified and dabbled more into realistic portrait and scenery drawings, because he wanted to get into art school.

He does mostly traditional pencil drawings, because he enjoys the tactile experience and organic feel of traditional drawings. However, he has a tablet to draw digitally in his room as well (from art school), he just doesn't use it as often. His family can fund his expensive art supplies anyway.

Surprisingly, he is a bigger reader than Timmy is. His childhood involved reading a lot of thick, fictional books he still enjoys to this day (he re-reads them semi-frequently out of nostalgia). This love of reading subsequently helped him get more into literature and poetry.

He'd rather not get his hands dirty doing sports, so he'd rather not dabble in those lest he get hurt. He wants to keep fit, but he isn't interested in going to the gym either (he doesn't like the noises and people there), so he often works out at home instead. He doesn't particularly enjoy exercising, he does so more out of practicality.

He likes walking around in nature parks and museums, but is also content with sitting with his friends in a cafe and chatting. He sometimes goes hiking or trekking with Brandon purely because he wants drawing inspiration (He'd rather go with Flora, but Brandon is ok I guess.) He prefers quieter places where he can get his own privacy, so he dislikes noisy bars or arcades.

Nabu:

He shares a lot of the same hobbies as Helia. Like A LOT.

He loves reading. He re-reads less, but prefers to read new books. He loves the excitement of opening a new book, and he's totally the type to binge read a novel and then fall asleep in his library on the floor.

He also indulges a lot in music (and has the money to go to concerts frequently), poetry, plays and movies. The genre of arts/music he likes tends to be slightly different from Helia, as he grew up with of art that had a distinct Andros flavour(does that make sense?). His taste is closer to Aisha's (but Aisha has more interest in pop/dance songs than him because of Musa's influence)

I imagine he's also actually quite a big nerd? Unlike Helia who is more reserved, he LOVES rattling off about a recent great book he read, or an artsy film he saw, or a meaningful lyric he heard from his favourite band's song. The other guys/winx enjoy seeing him being happy and talking about his interests, but suggest him to write a blog instead (because he has a tendency to repeat things in his excitement). He does, and he finds a niche audience who enjoys his writing. He also realises he likes writing through this lol.

Idk where to put this, but I feel like Nabu would unexpectedly like cafe hopping (like Brandon)? Or just trying new food in general. These two give each other recommendations all the time. Though, you'll probably have better luck with Brandon if you have a tighter budget bc Nabu has a tendency to accidentally recommend expensive restaurants. He's apologetic if you tell him though.

Similar to Sky, he dabbles in many hobbies because he enjoys trying things. Though, unlike Sky, Nabu realises he doesn't have an affinity for physical sports. His likes and dislikes are also quite clearly established from childhood, but he just likes trying out stuff for the sake of trying something new.

#jester talks about stuff #winx #winx club #winx brandon #winx riven #winx sky #winx timmy #winx helia #winx nabu #headcanons

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isfjmel-phleg · 1 year

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Selections from the Correspondence of the Lockridge Family, VIII/XVII

Emenor to Tamett.

7 March 1908

Dear Tam,

I suppose you’ve already heard about what happened to my violin. It can’t be salvaged at all. I even took it to Mr. Winther and he said it was hopeless. He gave me one to borrow for the time being and told me to look into getting a new one. Not just any new one. One of Otionovian make.[44] As if I can walk into any shop and choose one off a shelf. He even wrote Father and Mother a letter detailing the specific sort of violin he has in mind, so I can’t even forget to mention this to them. I’m not sure if Mr. Winther thinks we have that sort of money.[45] It’s enough of an ordeal paying for lessons, but now with this Father and Mother are rather panicked.[46] They keep going off privately to talk loudly. They don’t want to ask Uncle Tamett and Aunt Klariesa again because you know how they’ll be about it.[47] Father even threatened to make that beast Cille pay for it herself, but that’s never going to work because she has nothing.[48] Of course I have something, but it still isn’t enough because an Otionovian violin goes for a small fortune up here,[49] and even if I did, I’d have to explain where I got the money. Which I don’t want to do.[50] I think at this point the best I can do is keep playing the borrowed one and hope that some generous benefactor comes along with a fortune to distribute to young struggling musicians, although my next option is piracy.

All right, Cille isn’t really a beast. I know she didn’t mean to and that it was all an accident. I’ve dropped the violin myself lots of times—not as dramatically.[51] But it’s an awfully expensive accident that’s causing me a lot of worry. It’ll be all right. I just need to be angry with her for a while first.

I didn’t think I’d ever say this, but thank goodness you weren’t here, because you would have been Suspect Number One. You would have smashed it and enjoyed every minute. You’ve probably wanted for a long time now to do that to the one they gave you. No use telling me you would never do anything so ungrateful. I know you for the troublemaker you are.

Such as making a list of “interesting” things but not even mentioning Hollingham until practically the last sentence??? Why must you torment me? Tell me all about it. Why are you going? I thought His Royal Highness wasn’t leaving until next year. Did he do something to make his father angry or is he just that impatient about his education? Do you want to go to Hollingham at all? I wish they admitted girls. And that I were there. Then I wouldn’t have to be here, and that would suit me just fine.

This week I learned “Arie für Solovioline.”[52] It doesn’t sound bad on the borrowed violin, but to make sure, I will follow you around playing it, over and over, whenever you come home. You’re going to love it.

Missing you! When are you coming home, anyway?

Your sister

Emenor

[44] One of Otionovian make: Despite Lienne’s reputation for musical genius, it was not the leading producer of instruments. For the past three centuries, Otionovian craftsmen, such as Dianati and Navario, had established their nation’s reputation for high-quality stringed instruments. A combination of technique and materials gave Otionovian violins an exquisite sound, subtle but distinctive to the trained ear. Thus, they were prized by serious musicians and demanded a lofty price. In 1908, the average gently used Otionovian violin cost fifty myenzen ($2,650), while a new one often sold for ninety ($4,770). These were the only sorts of violins in use at Königshaus; Prince Josiah was said to have owned five of them, although later accounts claim only four.

[45] not sure if Mr. Winther thinks we have that sort of money: Winther’s letter makes no mention of the potential cost of the instrument but instead appeals to the need for correct equipment to make the most of Emenor’s lessons. It is possible that Winther assumed that the Lockridges’ connection to a duke reflected or at least affected their own financial status.

[46] Father and Mother are rather panicked: According to the Lockridges’ accounts from this time, their other expenses included upkeep and new furnishings for their rather dilapidated house, a down payment on an automobile, the salary of a governess for their daughters, and campaigning expenses for Edvin, who was, for the twelfth time, campaigning for the office of representative in Norriber’s delegation to the Liennese court.

[47] They don’t want to ask Uncle Tamett and Aunt Klariesa again […]: The Duke of Reierwardt’s accounts list an average of fourteen loans of various amounts to the Lockridges annually between 1894 and 1908. Elina’s letters to her brother frequently contain delicately worded requests for money, while the Duke’s letters to her often claim in turn that he has nothing to spare and invoke his ill wife as an excuse to not lend anything.

[48] she has nothing: The Lockridge children did not receive allowances; their only sources of income were gifts from relatives or earning it themselves.

[49] an Otionovian violin goes for a small fortune up here: See note 43 for the average cost of an Otionovian violin.

[50] I’d have to explain where I got the money. Which I don’t want to do: According to other letters of Emenor’s, her father was known to “borrow” money from his daughters, often without their consent, and never paid them back after neglecting to make records of the loans. She eventually made a point of asking their aunts on their father’s side not to any monetary gifts for the Lockridge girls in the hearing of or in letters to Edvin and Elina.

[51] I’ve dropped the violin myself lots of times—not as dramatically: Emenor at age nine had also broken a bow after using it as a sabre in a mock-fight with Tamett.

[52] “Arie für Solovioline”: “Arie für Solovioline” (Air for Solo Violin) by Boschbrandt was a staple of Liennese recitals and private concerts and was among Winther’s signature pieces.

#The Blackberry Bushes #The Blackberry Bushes short stories #Selections from the Correspondence of the Lockridge Family #my writing #Tamett Lockridge #Emenor Lockridge #Cille Lockridge #Elina Lockridge #Edvin Lockridge

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guessimate · 8 months

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We're starting a more exciting round today - round 3, in which we'll find out how the teenagers get along. We're coming with a visit to the Imago family, whom I have chosen because there are twins of both genders in this house, so I thought it would make things more interesting, and also the round would progress faster. I didn't expect it to progress quite this fast, though.

I played the Imago family till the 2 summers ended and spring was about to start. It was quite hot during the second summer on this lot. I had to send them to drink water all the time. I might start giving my sims bath/showers, just so they can cool off more quickly.

When I left this family, the patriarch, Otso Imago, had 3 days left before becoming an elder and normally I'd probably finish the round on his birthday, but something happened that made me change my mind...

~*~

Lovetar got her Creativity to level 9 by playing on her new drums (I decided to get them some instrument), and she maxed out Music&Dance enthusiasm. Unfortunately, she didn't want to maximize the skill, but she probably will at some point. For now she's more interested in romancing...

When I loaded the Imagos' house, Zet Tia was walking by the lot, so... You know Lovetar had to try and talk to this eligible bachelor. His father actually invited himself in as well and started interacting with Zet while he was having a date with Lovetar.

~*~

Unfortunately, Sampsa has negative chemistry with Baset Bruni, who is the only eligible teen lady for now, but... they could at least have a first kiss together, right? Sampsa is also extremely playful but at the same time grouchy, so he hits everyone with balls and he must think that's how he'll find a good marriage prospect (I have the watermelon fruit replacements for football from here, and tomato replacement for water balloons).

Baset naturally wanted her first kiss and she wanted to become best friends with him specifically, so why would I deny her that... Sampsa was actually not that into her before thier first kiss but then he rerolled some wants (you know, Knowledge sims rarely roll romance wants) and even wanted to WooHoo. They didn't end up WooHooing though, because they were exhausted... and it was probably for the best.

Baset actually brought Sampsa a telescope as a date gift. Obviously it's not very much with the times but I just put it in his inventory and replaced it with a more appropriate version. For now I just got him the star chart. BTW if you're interested in some old style telescopes, definitely grab these microscopes that you can actually place on tables.

~*~

So I was thinking about a system of rolling when a teen should get pregnant and flipping coins, but Lovetar just decided to Try for Baby and got pregnant with her boyfriend... I'm really shocked by this turn of events, though maybe I shouldn't be... The baby survives and is going to live its entire life. I guess we're starting generation III. I had to give Lovetar another hairstyle, because the matchmaker hair didn't work with some clothes for some reason during the pregnancy, so I gave her the hairstyle Zet's mom used to have. I moved her in with her new family in the last trimester.

Lovetar gave birth to a healthy baby girl named Lovi during the wedding party. She has her grandmothers' gray eyes. They both survived the birth.

By the way if you're wondering what these awesome mushrooms in the background are, they are a replacement for weeds! They are awesome. Version 2 actually makes you get 10$ when you collect them, which is not a game breaking amount, and at the same time it counts for fortune sims' want of 'earning some money'.

#ts2 #thesims2 #test of time #prehistoric #castaway #Imago #round 3

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prinxefroggy · 2 years

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Naveen Maldonia || Thirty-Five || Cursed Human

Favorite song: That’s what I like - Bruno Mars

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: he/they

Big Three: Gemini ♊️ sun, Aries ♈️ moon, Leo ♌️ rising

Headcannons:

Having grown up in a wealthy family, Naveen was always taught by the best of the best when it came to schooling. Not that he listened to all of them, but he did pay attention when it came to languages and music. Because he found those things impressed other people and made flirting a little more interesting. So he knows a few languages and how to play even more instruments, though stringed instruments are his specialty.

Naveen can come across as extremely arrogant and he is. Decades of positive attention and growing to think you’re the best can do that to you. He does, however, know deep down that he has faults beyond that and is terrified of others seeing them for who he really is.

He really is a romantic. He’ll go out of his way to make grand gestures, even though they sometimes just want to impress people so they can hook up. Usually there’s very little genuine feeling behind his acts when it comes to these gestures, but he knows people love them and it’s almost a surefire way to make someone fall for you quick. At least in his eyes.

Naveen loves all music but old jazz and swing music hold a special place in his heart from when he was a kid and he’d listen to them with his grandparents. He has several old records that he blasts on a record player in his apartment whenever he’s had a night where he’s had a little too much to drink, much to the dismay of his neighbors.

He’s still extremely carefree and really goes through life with the attitude that he can charm his way out of anything. And it’s gotten him pretty far in life, so why stop trying that now?

One of his biggest regrets with I’m cut off from his family is that he’s not as close with his brother anymore. Sure, there’s a huge age gap between them, but it still is a little sad to him that they’re more like distant acquaintances or almost strangers rather than brothers.

His work ethic is less than stellar but he blames that on not having to do work for most of his life.

Being a frog isn’t great, though as he’s gotten used to it, it’s not as bad as he thought it might be. He’s been dealing with it for a while now, and he’s gotten pretty used to it. It’s only really a problem in the winter when it’s freezing and dry everywhere. It’s bad for his skin.

He’s learned a lot about frogs and other amphibians ever since getting cursed. It’s probably the most he’s actually tried to learn about something in a long time.

He’s generally a positive and optimistic person, but some of it comes from ignorance and a little naivety of how messed up the world can be since he spent most of his life in a position of wealth and power where the worst consequences he would suffer was not being able to drive one of his father’s luxury cars for a week.

He still likes to live life with some luxury which is hard when he mostly just works odd jobs here and there. Thankfully he’s gotten pretty good at charming his way into getting a few nice things or free drinks on nights out.

He doesn’t take anything quite as seriously as he should because once he starts to, things get stressful and he has to actually think about his actions and feelings which is always stressful and almost always leads to him getting lost in his thoughts and fears of not actually being good enough or the persona he puts out into the world and how people probably don’t actually like him, just his money and notoriety, and it all often ends with him spiraling for a bit.

#🐸 * intro #🐸 * headcanons #🐸 * about #animaniahqintro

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bump1nthen1ght · 3 years

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I’m Still Hurting (Orc x Reader) Part 2

Pairings: Fem!Reader/Male!Orc

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Angst

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2107 words

Summary: You and your boyfriend establish a new normal

A/N: At long last, the highly requested part two! I had a bit of struggle coming up with a proper followup to the first part (which was part of why I left it with an open-ended ending in the first place lol). Little less angst this time, I felt these two deserved a little sweetness after the last chapter. Hope y'all enjoy!

Part 1

The first thing that caught your eye when you walked by the music store was the Grand Piano. It was gorgeous: Polished mahogany, a nice velvet seat, and keys that looked like they had never seen the sticky fingers of a curious 8 year old.

“Wow, is that new?”

You nod, admiring the old-fashioned air of the instrument. You knew jack shit about music, but even you could tell that this piano was an antique, one probably worth a good chunk of change.

“Must be. I’ve never seen it before and this place is on my way to work.”

Waruck hmms, pressing his hands up against the glass. His eyes sparkle when he sees the “Free to Play” sign right next to the piano. It probably reminds him of his Grandpa’s, the one he played when you guys visited his family for Christmas.

That was a long time ago.

“Want to go in?”

Waruck pulls away from the glass, eyebrows raised. He rubs the back of his neck and steps a couple feet back, trying to curb his enthusiasm.

“Uh, we don’t have to-”

“I don’t mind. It's been a while-” You pause, the slight-anxiety in the air making every casual word difficult, “It’s been a while since I’ve heard you play.”

Waruck smiles, small and polite, and opens the door of the shop for you. Before, he might have done a little bow and said “Ladies First” in a British accent.

But that was before, and this is now. Now, every comment is walking on eggshells, whispered tentatively and under your breath. Testing the waters for how comfortable you two could get around each other.

Still, it was exponential growth from two months ago.

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After your meeting at the coffee shop, you had asked Waruck for a month; A month of privacy, for you to collect your thoughts and feelings, to be alone for a bit. He had agreed immediately, shuffling out of the cafe with a hunched back and a melancholy air, but he had kept his promise. You took the time to focus on other things, shifting your relationship to the back of your mind and enjoying the day-to-day.

But a part of you felt a little bad, like maybe you were stringing Waruck along for an inevitable breakup. Getting his hopes up for an extra tortuous punishment that left a sour taste in your mouth. So on one brave Saturday night, you sent him a meme you saw on Instagram, one that reminded you of him.

That second month saw the two of you texting more and more frequently, sending little jokes, asking how your day was, so and so. Each week rebuilt a little bit more of that familiarity, that comfortableness. It finally got to the point where Waruck asked if you were free one weekend. He just wanted to get some lunch and stroll around the neighborhood for a bit. For the first time in a while, that idea didn’t seem too bad.

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The air is considerably cooler inside the store, a tiny bell ringing as a rush of air-conditioned air hits both of you. Waruck makes a beeline for the piano, his footsteps short and quick. You feel a smile crawl on your face; He always acted like an excited kid when it came to music.

Waruck plops down in the center of the stool, fingers lightly brushing over the keys in awe. You walk up the piano’s side, laying your hand on the wood and admiring the lack of smudge marks on the polished wood. Waruck tests out a G note and although the sound is short, it’s extremely pleasant. Waruck’s smile grows even larger.

“When I was a young boy…”

You mutter under your breath. Waruck chuckles, quickly continuing onto a G flat.

“My father took me into the city,” Waruck hums

“To see a marching band.” The two of you sing together, laughing a little bit too loudly and gaining a sharp look from the tired sales clerk. Waruck waves a little apology, but that playful grin stays on his face.

“Wow, that brings back some repressed Hot Topic memories.”

“Seriously. I can almost feel the book my band teacher used to thwack me with. Me and my buddies would sneak into the choir room and play that all the time.” Waruck’s fingers dance over a couple more notes, aimless.

You’ve always liked watching Waruck play. His fingers were so dextrous and controlled, not to mention long and nicely articulated. He’d probably make good money from a hand-model side-gig.

“Want to take a seat?”

You shift your focus away from Waruck’s hands. He’s made space on the bench and pats the open space next to him.

“Yeah, sure.” You say, despite the fast pace your heart is now beating.

You keep a solid two inches of distance between your bodies, keeping your thighs together as to not brush your legs with his. It felt like a middle school dance, keeping a bible length away from your partner to avoid the disapproving stare of the chaperones.

Waruck nods, absentmindedly running his fingers up the scale. “Any requests?”

Immediately, all non-love songs depart from your brain. One of your favorite pieces sits on the tip of your tongue and your brain refuses to let it go. You shake your head.

“Nope. It’s all yours, music man.”

Waruck chuckles, a little louder and a lot more comfortable, as he sits deeper in his seat.

“Prepare,” Waruck cracks his knuckles, “to be amazed.”

You bite back a laugh. He’s still such a dork.

He starts to play, his hands easily finding the right keys, moving like a well-oiled machine. Your heart nearly skips a beat before it melts into a puddle of sentiment.

It’s your favorite.

The song brings back memories of your childhood, a rainy day in, and delicious food. It’s like chicken soup for the soul and you can feel any of the left over tension leave your body.

Waruck’s eyebrows furrow with concentration, but he has a large smile on his face, his large tusks peeking out from his lips. His arm stretches across the piano as the song hits its most fast-paced part. His biceps and shoulders lean more into your space, but the feeling isn’t unwelcome. It feels natural, as if his presence and yours is part of the piece itself.

Waruck’s thigh brushes against yours, but his pace doesn’t falter and neither does yours. You stay enraptured, watching how easily he slips into the music. You barely even notice how you have begun to lean closer to his side; Your mind says it’s to give his arms plenty of space to play, but it’s still far more comfortable than you are willing to admit.

How easy it feels, in the moment, to fall back into routine.

The song begins slowing to a stop, only a couple seconds left, when the sounds of the music shop return to you. A giggle from not too far rings discordant with Waruck’s piano.

Three girls stand not too far from you, watching with fascination as Waruck plays.

“Wow, he is so good!” One whispers to her friends.

There is nothing even remotely lascivious in their eyes or in their words, but a knife still twists in your gut. Your throat constricts as flashes of your bedroom, of unanswered texts, and a picture of a bar corner booth send needles down your spine and into your heart.

Is this wrong? Is this giddy feeling you have only distracting you from reality? Is it like this song, Waruck’s playing, beautiful but temporary?

“Ugh, I want what they have.”

“I know, right? How romantic.”

They’re wrong, you’re wrong, this is wrong; It’s fake, fake, fa-

Your eyes dart to and fro, trying to desperately avoid Waruck’s quickly overwhelming body heat and your audience, before it catches on the distorted shape of your reflection in the window.

The glass is old, slightly drooping, even the golden lettering of the music shop’s name looks dusty and sun-bleached.

But what is unmistakable is you and Waruck. Waruck, playing piano, and looking at you. Looking at you with the love in his eyes you thought had died, or had never been there at all. The group of girls stands in the background, small and out of focus.

And Waruck is staring at you.

“Are you okay?” Waruck asks, his warm hand on your shoulder.

You whip your neck around, almost getting whiplash.

You’re here, in the music store, with your boyfriend. He looks at you, brow slightly puzzled from your wild eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I,” You suck in a deep breath, “Sorry, I guess I got lost in my own head. That song gets me kind of nostalgic.”

Waruck pats your shoulder and you miss it’s heat when he pulls it back to his side. He smiles, but you can tell he is still slightly worried.

“No problem, I get it.”

You notice now how much closer Waruck is to you. His chest has shifted towards yours, the fabric of his shirt sleeve pressing against the skin of your bicep. Waruck’s knee absentmindedly knocks into yours, but the contact doesn’t sting or jolt you. Not even the continuing silence makes the situation awkward.

It’s nice.

“Do you want to check out the record aisle? They might actually have that piece on vinyl.”

Waruck gestures with his thumb to the piles of CD’s and records not too far from you two. You nod

“Yeah, that sounds great.”

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The two of you spend about an hour in the music store, pointing out hilarious cover art and admiring some vintage finds. Waruck even gets you to chuckle a couple of times, slowly bringing out his old cheesy puns.

Waruck’s missed this.

You two walk out of the music store at the tail end of one of Waruck’s jokes, you playfully punching his shoulder.

The two of you wander, in the opposite direction of your cars, for a little while. But Waruck hasn’t lost track of time; No, he’s soaking in every moment he can, every smile and lingering look you give him. Every reminder that this is real.

He spent a week agonizing over what he did. Stuck in silence as he gave you your space. His friends (His real friends, not those assholes from the bar) had offered to come by and keep him company, but he turned it down.

When Waruck got back into routine, it was slow-rolling. It was difficult to fight the instinct to check his phone for a good-morning text, or check your Instagram for any ‘post-breakup’ partying.

No, he had already broken your trust once. The least he could do was give you some time. Spend some hour not wallowing in self-pity, but actively make a change.

Waruck began to accept those invites to a chill hang out, playing some poker and sipping on beer with the gang. He played his keyboard when the thoughts got too loud and went jogging when the music wasn’t loud enough. He called his mom a couple of times, even sent his sister a couple of texts to catch up. They hadn’t spoken outside of holidays for almost three years.

Maybe he was the one that needed time.

God, why did you have to be so smart?

“Oh shit, how long have we been walking?” You mutter, checking your watch for the time. Waruck turns around you, already knowing the answer was 27 minutes, exactly. The both of you were nearing the edge of the neighborhood, cafes and shops turning into residential suburbs. “Dang, time really flies, huh?”

Waruck smiles.

“With you? It always does.”

You give him a half smile, patting his bicep. “Oh my god, you’re such a cheeseball.”

Waruck winks and shoots you some finger guns.

“You know it babe.”

You giggle, checking your watch once more, face turning just a little bit.

“I should probably head back, I’m getting dinner with some friends tonight.”

A small part of Waruck yearns for more time, but he lets it go.

Space, this was about establishing space.

“I had a lot of fun today, Waruck.” You step a little closer, Waruck’s heart skips a beat.

“Me too.” He whispers, his breath catching as your fingers brush against his.

It’s a simple gesture, one you’ve down a million times. But when your palm slips into his, your finger’s interlocking, it’s like fireworks have gone off.

“Same time, next week?”

Waruck nods, not trusting himself to speak without a voice crack.

That’s all he needed, all you wanted; The promise of the future.

“Yes, I would love that.”

#my writing #orc x reader #reader insert #female reader insert #orc/human #monster/human #monster x reader #monster/reader #angst #orc

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bridgetotheskyyy · 3 years

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Hii 💕 If you write for Bleach, what do you think Shuhei would be like in a relationship? both nsfw and sfw (like how he would treat you or what are his kinks). Apart of that, hope you had a great day/night ☺️❤️

I don’t really do official hcs but Shuhei is pretty hot (just know I don’t really know lots about him so take this with a grain of salt) so let’s go ~

― SFW

Shuhei’s the guy that scares the living fuck out of your parents only for them to end up loving him more than you lmaooo. But there’s a pretty good reason for that; Shuhei’s lovely. A very gentlemanly and chivalrous buy; the type to open doors for you and doesn’t curse in your presence (hell, doesn’t really curse that much to begin with) and gets gifts for everyone in the family during the holidays ― not just you. All around keeper. I bet all my money you met this guy because you were in some sort of tizzy and he came to help you― you were bothered by another guy, lost your car, keys, needed a ride home ― and that’s going be the story you tell your kids of how you met. Like, 99% sure he was aiding you.

Ugh, I gotta admit it; he probably proposed to you in song. Like, sat up for several nights practicing just the right kind of tone to make that conveys exactly how he feels about you and got you alone, after dinner, to perform it to you and only you. There are no nerd lengths this man will not go, I’m sorry. We’re always fooled by his appearance but there really is no fucking nerd buttom with this man and it’s stunning.

On the same note, I think he’d love to marry someone who also was into music or played an instrument like he did, so you could bond. A vocalist would drive him wild. That band of his is sooooo happening. Help him make it happen.

His love language is receiving gifts, though; especially food. He’s never one that has a lot of money on hand and sometimes goes hungry, so food is a biggie; surprising with homemade lunches and sweet snacks would make his heart flutter. He can cook on his own but it’s not the same as someone going out of their way to treat him and we all know that!~ He likes gifts in general. They never have to be fancy, though (and you’d make him feel kind of bad if you went overboard just for him) just tip-offs that he’s been in your heart and thoughts is enough.

Please don’t lie to him. The guy’s got some trust issues after the whole AIzEn thing. He never got as bad as Momo as far as the mental health but the whole AIzEN thing sent shockwaves through the entire Seireitei and Shuhei wasn’t exempt. He needs to know that he can trust you. Would probably never admit how important this is to him so you’ve gotta figure this out on your own. He might even be a little quiet about his personal life as he’s falling for you, just because the threat of betrayal might still hold him back.

― NSFW

Gotta be real with you ― kinda vanilla. He’s not really a very kinky guy, and I don’t even know how he would discover having any kinks with how little free time he has. Shuhei is the type of guy who thinks he’s not kinky and then gradually gets a little kinkier through experimenting with someone who who’s more experienced than him.

Which btw I think he’d end up with someone exactly like this. Someone who can actually teach him the joys of sex. I think he’d like … performances. You know, performances, I ―

Pole dance for him.

Just do it.

It doesn’t matter if you’re any good.

Just do it.

This can even be one of your gifts to him please it’s his love language ―

But besides that, for Shuhei, nothing could ever beat good ol’ love making. Doesn’t really believe sex is something that could get stale, something that needs spicing up. You don’t need to do tricks for him, really, unless it’s what you want. He’s not really about that. Sex is something precious and beautiful and spiritual to him, something he could only do with someone he truly loves and it’s sacred and oh god please don’t get him started him he will do an entire speech on this please don’t bring up sex ―

Despite this, I do think he can be kind of rough in bed from time to time. He’s a biter. He’d bite you practically anywhere if you let him. He has a lot of pent up aggression; he’d rather not hurt anyone he doesn’t have to or resort to violence if there’s another solution and would never dream of harming you, but if he’s with someone who’s into and can accept some of that roughness he’d unleash on you. Loves giving you hickies, branding you with bright, purple blemishes. Loves seeing your skin dented with his teeth marks. Loves rocking into you so hard and fast and strong that your eyes roll back and the mattress creaks for mercy. There are very things in life he loves more than seeing you unravel before his very eyes because of him. Holy shit. But once that’s over he goes back to his typical loving, protective self, asking you if you’re really okay with everything that happened, if there’s anything you want. King of aftercare (even though there’s no bdsm involved).

Gets randomly turned on by random things you do and can easily usher you away to have his way with you. Vastly prefers having hours and hours to please you and to enjoy himself, but something it has to be done. Quickies are more prone to happen the heavier his workload becomes.

And that’s all I’ve got! Hope you enjoyed these!

#💕.nsfw #shuhei hisagi #bleach imagines #bleach headcanons

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garne--tt · 3 years

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x japan iceberg explained;

before i start, i probably didnt explain something right and if u want to correct me or add something, feel free and even dm me about it! + i will add trigger warnings for possible triggering content in this post

formed in 1982 - x was formed in 1982 after toshis and yoshikis previous band disbanded

X --> X JAPAN - they changed their name from X to X JAPAN in 1992 in order to distinguish themselves from the american punk rock band X

Saw IV - a horror movie from 2007, x japan did a theme song I.V. for the movie, it was their first song released since 1998

new album - an new x japan album that was supposed to be released lots of times over the 10+years but still (to this day) wasnt released

coachella 2018 - x japan performed at coachella 2018, many fans are saying how the sound was bad (usually blaming it on the sound production team?? or whatever its called) and apparently sugizo and yoshiki were seen arguing with the sound production team

we are x - a 2016 documentary about x japan (or rather yoshiki, because apparently it was mainly focusing on him)

psychidelic violence crime of visual shock - a slogan, mainly seen on the blue blood album cover, the term visual kei was derived from the slogan yoshiki, toshi, hide, pata, taiji - the most known lineup, from 1987 to 1992

2. tw// suicide mention

violet uk - one of unfinished yoshikis projects, started in 2002, didnt even debut but was supposed to in 2012

V2 - unit of yoshiki and tetsuya komuro, was active in 1992, they released one single and did one concert

ra:in - patas band, active since 2002, members are - pata, michiaki, die (also former member of spread beaver), ryu

noise/dynamite - toshis and yoshikis first band, formed in 1977 as dynamite, then they changed the name to noise, noise disbanded in 1982

s.k.i.n. - superband (group) of yoshiki, gackt, miyavi and sugizo, their only activity was in 2007 and it was live, they announced more activities but they were stopped

xfreaks - an international xjapan fan forum created in 2006

dope headz - band that had heath and pata as members, active from 2000 to 2003

hide with spread beaver - hides live band, other members were kiyoshi, k.a.z, hiroshi watanabe, satoshi miyawaki, d.i.e, i.n.a

zilch - supergroup formed by hide in 1996, other members were ray mcveigh,paul raven, joey castillo and i.n.a

lynx - one of heaths band, active from 2004-?, the vocalist for this band was issay from der zibet

yokosuka saver tiger - hides former band, he was member from 1981 to 1986 sugizo - luna sea guitarist, he joined x japan in 2008

hides death - hide committed suicide in 1998 (he hanged himself) update: this is what authorities said and what is official

3. tw// suicide

taijis death - in 2011 taiji was flying from japan to saipan, on the flight he got into fight with his manager (or flight attendant?), he was arrested after they landed in saipan and then he hanged himself with bedsheet in his cell

x japan translations - an site that had xjapan translations (like toshis book etc...), the site was active and up until 2018

taijis departure from X - taiji left X in 1992, but we dont know the exact reason why he left

toshi was in cult - toshi was member of cult known as home of heart from the late 90s (1998?)

1997 - the year x japan disbanded

yoshiki and queen elizabeth incident - in 2019 during royal windsor cup yoshikis scarf accidentally landed on queen elizabeth

yoshiki knows everyone - (not everyone ofc) but he met a lot of celebrities, politicians (barrack obama, johnny depp, prince phillip, bts etc,,)

art of life - a 29 minute song released released in 1993, it was was recorded only in english, the theme of the song are yoshikis suicidal tendencies, art of life was meant to be released in the jealousy album (1991)

yoshikis father - yoshikis father committed suicide when yoshiki was 10 years old

taijis cut off joint on finger - taiji when he was kid, showed his hand into a factory machine (his family owned factory) and cut off his first joint on his finger

yoshikis health problems - yoshiki has tons of health problem since he was child (asthma, he was always sick and spent most of the time in hospitals etc,,) and suffers from many of health problems even now

toshis healing music - toshis music he made during the home of heart era

kaori moritani & masaya - kaori moritani is toshis ex wife, they met in around 1993 when they played in rock opera hamlet, they got married in 1997 and divorced in 2010, she introduced him to masaya (and got him, or rather manipulated him, into home of heart)

masaya - real name tōru kurabuchi - musician and leader of home of heart

-more about home of heart and the whole situation here: https://bloodydesertrose.tumblr.com/post/96662764536/support-toshi-dont-buy-or-listen-to-any-of-his-songs

debut in usa - x japan was supposed to debut in usa in the 90s (and even changed their name because of it, x-->xjapan)

extasy record - label formed by yoshiki in 1986, the first release under extasy records was x orgasm ep, the label had bands like xjapan, luna sea, glay, zi:kill tokyo yankees and more

yoshiki paid for taijis new teeth - after hides funeral yoshiki noticed that taijis some teeth were missing or chipped, so he handed him around 2 million yen (around 18 497 usd) to get his teeth fixed

l.o.x. - punk rock supergroup, yoshiki was drummer in this band, they also used to be named masami & l.o.x (masami was their vocalist), masami collapsed and fell into coma in 1989 and died in 1992 due to pneumonia in coma, l.o.x released one album with different vocalist (one of them which was toshi and yoshiki went by the alias shiratori rei here on the album) in 1990, l.o.x. released one song in 2002 in memory of masami

standing sex promotional shot & single cover - the promotional shot & single cover basically shows yoshiki nude (with his intimate parts covered of course + this wasnt the only time yoshiki has done something like this)

rose & blood -indies of x- - an unofficial album with demos and unreleased x songs

unreleased & old songs - there are a lot unreleased songs + unreleased old songs or just old songs that dont get played anymore

rosenfeld - crows in black - blue blood has similar guitar riff (i dont know how to say it) to this song (crows in black / b was firstly recorded on demo in 1986)

former members - x japan has big amount of former members - 11 former members (excluding taiji and hide from this)

terry - a former member of x, he was one of the original members (being a member from 1982 to 1985), terry died in 2002 in car accident

yoshiki got sued by hides brother - yoshiki got sued by headwax (hides company which hides brother owns) for using hides photos, apparently they had a contract but it expired and yoshiki still used hides photos even though the contract expired

x japan condoms - they were released in 1993 with the intent to help increase awareness and prevent the spread of AIDS. the reason why they probably did this is that toshis fan died at the age of 19 due to AIDS (toshi even dedicated a song to him - passion of love and became a active member and sponsor of association of struggle against AIDS)

heath cow story - when heath joined xjapan they celebrated it by drinking and then driving 2 hours to cow farm, then they drove to aquarium but it was already closed

heath leaving x japan - in 2009 there was a rumor that heath would leave x japan, apparently this was caused due to heaths contract problems (?) dementia - taijis former band, he was member from 1984 to 1985 and went under the name ray

pata was roadie for x - before joining x in 1987, he was roadie for x (or the member hally) around the time in 1986 (1985?)

pink spider was a suicide note - this one is a rumor/theory that is circulating around, fans analysed the lyrics and came to conclusion that its suicide note

x stayed at different hotels than other bands - when x was on tour with other bands they were staying at different hotels than other bands, because one time (on tour with other bands and in hotel) hide got into drunk fight with juichi morishige (lead vocalist of ziggy) and sprayed the entire hotel lounge with fire extinguisher

taiji was homeless - taiji was homeless for around 2 years (1996-1998), due to financial issues + he got divorced at this time

heaths myspace account - there was heath myspace account, but it wasnt him, it was someone pretending to be him

weekend pv theory - (i dont know if i should have put this here to be honest) a theory that x members chose what their death would be in weekend pv (yoshiki - suicide, hide - suicide in drunken rage??, taiji - murder, pata - alcohol poisoning, toshi doesnt die in the pv)

hide vocaloid - hides unreleased song co gal got finished via vocaloid (using his voice samples from various songs of his)

yoshiki lead singer - before toshi was chosen to be the lead vocalist for x, yoshiki was the vocalist (there is also a recording of stab me in the back with mostly yoshiki on vocals!)

hide and marilyn manson meet up story - im gonna just attach a screenshot of the story

taiji was murdered - taiji committed suicide in 2011 in his cell on saipan, but there are some things that point to the possibility that he was murdered (his manager insisted on cremating his body and got cremated without autopsy, money got transfered on his account, information missing from the internet?? etc,,)

juns tape - demo tape recorded in 1986 by at the time X guitarist jun, tape contains instrumental recordings of unreleased songs right now, only way, tune up and one unnamed song.

ill kill you single cover - cover of 1985 X single ill kill you, it contains photos of victims of the vietnam war

feel me tonight - demo tape from 1985/1986, it contains songs feel me tonight and stab me in the back (all of them are under one minute here) sung by their at the time guitarist hally (apparently there aslo should be yoshiki version of it, but i dont know how much we can trust metal archives)

8. tw// eating disorder mention

yoshiki hired someone to kill taiji - this one is a rumor!!!, yoshiki was supposed to get/hire yakuza to kill taiji hide had an eating disorder - this one is unconfirmed!!! hide suffered from bulimia (yoshiki walked on him purging - and this story was also apparently told by yoshiki???)

#long post #xjapan #x japan #iceberg #this was supposed to be posted on twitter #but when i was in the half i couldnt add more things to the thread anymore #tw eating disorder mention #tw suicide mention #jrock #visual kei #vkei

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skygirl5 · 2 years

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The Music Man on Broadway with Hugh Jackman & Sutton Foster (Review)

If you do not wish to be spoiled for a 60 year old musical or don’t wish to read about me gushing over it, do not proceed.

For everyone else, let’s dive in

First a little back story. I believe it was sometime in early 2019 that it was announced that Hugh Jackman would be starring in a revival of The Music Man on Broadway. Now, that is not one of my favorite musicals, but I had already been regretting not going to see Hugh during his north American concert tour, so I was like: hell yes. Not too long after that it was announced that the female lead would be Sutton Foster, who is very notable in the Broadway community (she has won 2 Tony awards for best actress). I’m not a huge fan of her voice, but I was still all-in for Hugh.

The show was scheduled to open in August of 2020 and when tickets went on sale in Sept of 2019, I bought a pair for the third week of performances because it was around my birthday.

And then...well, we all know what happened in 2020. Broadway shut down in March with no opening date in sight. So...we waited, and waited, and waited, through 3 sets of rescheduled dates until FINALLY the show was supposed to open in December 2021. And it did! for one week! and then everyone in the cast got Omicron and they shut down for 2 weeks.

But finally after all that time I was able to go and see the show and, guys, it was worth every second of waiting.

For those unfamiliar with the show, the premise is that a con man who travels from city to city swindling people out of their money is currently going by the name Professor Harold Hill. His current con: pretending to be a band leader, selling instruments and uniforms to unsuspecting families and then leaving town before he gets caught because, of course, he cannot actually lead a band. He goes to Iowa to run his latest scheme and tries to win over all the townspeople, including the music teacher slash librarian, Marian Paroo. Singing, dancing, and comedy follow.

This adaptation was pretty close to the original. They changed some of the lyrics to one of the songs “Shipoopi” (the originals are no longer PC) and they added a lot of dancing, and an “epilogue” scene i guess we could call it (which in reality was just an excuse to have Hugh & Sutton tap dance) but otherwise it stayed pretty true to its quirky origins (Yee Gods!)

Now I do feel like I can be a bit of a Broadway snob. (I think this was the 12th show I’ve seen on B-way, not including musicals/plays I’ve seen elsewhere) So some of my comments may be a bit nitpicky fyi haha

Hugh was, overall, absolutely incredible & amazing. I do think that he struggled a bit with the talk-singing songs like Trouble in River City and the beginning of 76 Trombones. I kind of half wonder if that was due to the accent he was putting on, which was inconsistent at times. When he sang-sang songs in the second act it was much better, but I could also hear a little Aussie coming through so it was probably more his natural singing voice.

Insofar as dancing & general performance though - Hugh was utterly amazing. He’s so funny and SUCH AN AMAZING DANCER OMG.

I thought Sutton Foster was mostly good in the role of Marian. Acting wise she was great. She and Hugh played off each other fantastically. In fact there were 2 scenes that they both laughed during when they shouldn’t have. One during “Marian the Librarian” and another right before “Til There Was You”. In the second instance, Marian is mad because another salesman who is trying to get Hill in trouble tells Marian that Hill has a girl in every town so she’s mad at him, but Hill (not knowing what she’s mad about) reminds her that people aren’t always truthful and she has this huge revelation that the salesman could have been lying to turn her against Hill and when she realizes this she gives Hill a really big shove and boy did she ever go for it-- she almost knocked him over haha.

The song I liked the least was definitely “My White Knight.” You can find the lyrics here but basically she sang the end bit more like a threat than a romantic notion haha. it was just a little harsh in my opinion.

But the climactic scene at the footbridge (”Til There Was You”) when Hill discovers that Marian has known the truth (that he’s not a professor) all along was A++++++ so incredibly well done.

Also i wanted to say that the little boy who plays Winthrop (Marian’s little brother) was FANTASTIC. This kid was probably only 6-7 years old and he absolutely killed it.

But overall, I absolutely loved this. It was funny and fun and carefree and had so much amazing, incredible dancing that I want to go back and experience it all again.

#broadway #the music man #hugh jackman #sutton foster

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classical-crap · 4 years

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Black Classical Composers

I’ve been searching for lesser-known works recently, and I stumbled upon a ton of music written by composers of african descent. I was listening to a work by one of these composers on youtube and I saw this comment:

and I thought it would be a good start to just make people aware that these composers exist.

so, I am only listing black composers who have at least some works in the public domain for this post (usually means music published before the 1920s), so that way any musicians who read this can find at least some sheet music on imslp, learn the music, and perform it for others. so here’s just 10 of the great composers I found:

1. samuel coleridge-taylor: he was born in 1875 and died in 1912. he was born in london, where his mother lived, and his father was from sierra leone. he was quickly recognized as a prodigy and he went on to become a very successful composer, often being compared to mahler.

here is one of my favorite works by him, the hiawatha overture

here is his wikipedia bio, which is fascinating, and here is a link to free sheet music written by him on imslp. he was a great violinist, and he has a lot written for the instrument.

2. avril coleridge-taylor: she was samuel coleridge-taylor’s daughter and become a conductor and composer, which was no small feat for a woman in the early 1900s. however, I was not able to find much about her. I found a pretty lengthy list of compositions, but very few links to recordings or sheet music, possibly because she sometimes wrote under the pseudonym of peter riley.

I found one unlisted youtube video with some of her vocal songs, but that’s all I found.

here is her wikipedia page, and if you can find more about her (links to public domain sheet music or more performances), please add it to this post.

3. ignatius sancho: even if you’re not interested in classical music, ignatius sancho is such an important figure in black history. he was born in 1729 and died in 1780, he was a composer, actor, and writer, and he was bluntly against slavery. you can read more on his wikipedia page.

here is a recording of one of his minuets transcribed for guitar

he has a small amount of sheet music on imslp, which includes the sheet music for the minuet above.

4. amanda aldridge: her story is so cool. her father was a professional actor who was famous for playing shakespearean roles, amanda was an opera singer herself, and her siblings were also musicians and singers. amanda was particularly accomplished. she studied voice under the famous jenny lind at the royal college of music, and she later lost her voice, but she still remained a reputable teacher and composer.

it’s difficult to find works and recordings, but this video has a brief biography and performances of some of her vocal pieces.

she has only two works on imslp. I believe that many of her works are out of print, and if you can find more of her works, please add them to this post.

5. scott joplin: not exactly a classical composer, but probably the most well-known name on this list, and for good reason. he wrote fantastic music and was known as the king of ragtime, which is a genre that eventually evolved into jazz and swing. you can read more about his life on his wiki page.

here’s his famous maple leaf rag

he has tons of works on imslp, and these are a great resource for pianists.

6. chevalier de saint-georges: he was a fencer, composer, colonel, violinist, and conductor. he is the first known classical composer of african ancestry.

here is a really beautiful recording of one of his violin duos, played by a world-class violinist.

here is his wikipedia bio, and here is a link to the limited amount of works he has on imslp. other sheet music is available here, but it’s not free.

7. robert nathaniel dett: he was born in canada in 1882 and moved to the united states when he was 11. he got his education there and had a successful career, which included performances at boston symphony hall and carnegie hall.

here is an excerpt from his magnolia suite for piano, probably one of the prettiest pieces of piano music I’ve heard in a while

he has a good amount of sheet music available for free on imslp

and here is his wikipedia page

8. clarence cameron white: white was a neoromantic (a genre of classical music that came about in the early 20th century) composer and violinist. his early music was heavily influenced by african-american spirituals.

here’s one of his early pieces

here is his wikipedia page, and his imslp page, which only has two works.

9. florence price: price was the first african-american woman to have one of her pieces performed by a major symphony orchestra, and I’ve recently seen some of her works performed by other major symphonies. she wrote classical music, but it’s heavily influenced by her southern upbringing. she was also very religious, and drew upon the music she heard in african-american churches.

here is a wonderful recording of her second violin concerto, which is steadily becoming a more popular piece

here is her wikipedia bio, and a limited amount of works on imslp

10. thomas wiggins: also known as “blind tim wiggins.” his biography is the hardest to read. he and his family were enslaved to the first newspaper editor in the south who was openly in favor of southern succession. when they found out thomas was blind, they considered killing him because he couldn’t do work, but they decided against it. they later found out that tom had a knack for music. he could imitate every sound he heard, and when he was granted access to the piano, he played it every hour that he could. he was a true prodigy. he toured the states and europe performing and earned an enormous amount of money, which was not given to him.

he also likely had autism, but at the time, it was not recognized. ultimately, he was an incredibly talented man who was taken advantage of. he wrote music that was used by the confederacy, so he was criticized by many black newspapers. ultimately, I believe he was just someone who really loved music and any pro-slavery themes attached to his music were not truly his doing.

here is one of the beautiful piano pieces he left behind

here is his wikipedia page, and the small amount of music availabe on imslp

again, that was only ten black composers who were writing music between the early 1700s and mid 1900s. there are many more. some lost to history, others who wrote under pseudonyms and we may never know their true identities, but there are some like the ones above who simply need more recognition for their accomplishments and contributions to history.

please add more information and links to this post!

#music #classical music #orchestra #violin #viola #cello #bass #sheet music #classical composers #black lives matter #black history #piano

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Headcannons for characters from your Jolly Rogers... IN A COLLEGE AU SETTING?!?!

...please?

Oooh! Fun!

Ok, so, hear me out, here's what I'm thinking...

Leon:

Leon is a new student studying abroad at this particular university. He's in a stem field (probably mathematics or physics) and was pushed into it by his family and old teachers. He's the first generation of his family to go to college and they're super proud of him and have high expectations for him. He, of course, is under a lot of pressure to not disappoint them so he went with a field he would be able to excel at and that would set him up for success. His family would be ecstatic if he someday applied for medical school or law school.

Thing is, he's miserable. He's good at this stuff but that doesn't mean he actually likes it. This isn't what he wants to do for the rest of his life. But he does want to be a good son and brother. He wants to be able to get a good paying job so he can send money back home, since the only reason he's able to go to college at all is because he got a ton of scholarships. He had phenomenal test scores and was valedictorian and all that so it wasn't hard for him.

What he really wants to be is a musician. Being on stage in the spotlight, making people clap and cheer... that's what he wants.

But we can't always get what we want

(Guzma hcs and more under cut)

Guzma:

Guzma happens to be a third year music student. His main instrument is trombone and he plays a lot of freelance gigs with a small group of his friends to make some extra cash and just cuz it's something to do. He also like going to bars and parties, basically being your typical college dumbass, drinking and doing dumb shit. People describe him as arrogant and cocky. He does not take criticism well, which gets him into trouble.

Despite his reputation as a short-tempered brute, he's actually very intelligent. He's happy in his field, however he would've liked to go to school for one of the biological sciences. He only managed to get scholarships for music school specifically (his stem grades weren't bad or anything, they were just a little too average), and since he's completely paying his own way through college, that's what he went with. The scholarships weren't enough though and he still had to take out a loan or two, hence the always trying to find opportunities to make a quick buck.

He's one of those music majors who practice in the dead middle of the night because no one else is around. Like, 2-4 am.

There's one point he notices this same guy coming in and out of the music building on a weekly basis. He goes into a practice room around 2am, slams out some, like, ridiculously awesome jazz improv on the keyboard for a half hour or so, and then leaves. Occasionally he'll mix it up with other genres, but for the most part it's something high energy. All of it is played with a tangible amount of passion.

What's weird is that Guzma's never seen him in the building during the daytime. He's not in the jazz band....or any of the other ensembles as far as he can tell. He's asked around if anybody has class with a piano player with darker skin and long, purple hair... but no luck.

Kukui thinks he might've seen a guy by that description in his calculus lecture...

Guzma's Band:

Kukui is getting a duel major in Music Performance and Anthropology (there's actually a reason I chose anthropology specifically but I haven't brought it up in JR yet so I will just leave it at that).

His main instrument is trumpet and he plays gigs with Guzma. He and Guzma are "friends" ...in the loosest sense of the word... They went to the same high school and actually dated for a while but then broke up. They meet to practice and perform together, but they don't hang out like they used to... Kukui's current girlfriend, who is studying biological psychology, keeps telling him they should really sit down and talk about it but they are both very stubborn.

Molayne is in school for mechanical engineering. He plans to go to grad school and eventually get a job in NASA. He plays vibraphone with them because it's fun and he's bored. He has an eidetic memory, so he doesn't have to worry about studying and all that, so he has a lot of free time. He's frequently the band's designated driver.

Kalani is a music education major and his focus is percussion. He plays drum set for them and, yes, is still a giant Guzma simp in this universe.

Misc.:

Plumeria doesn't really play gigs with the band but plays trombone like Guzma. She is also frequently the one stopping Guzma from starting bar fights.

Raihan is Leon's old boyfriend from back home. Since they chose different colleges and Leon wasn't even going to be in the country anymore, they decided to break up. They're still friends though and stay in touch.

Nanu is a very tired and very disgruntled, tenured professor.

Hala is one of the music professors.

I imagine the first time Guz and Lee met, it wasn't quite a real meeting. Guzma saw Leon go into a practice room, like usual, so Guzma goes into the room directly adjacent to it. The walls aren't thin but they're not soundproof either, so he can hear him slamming away on the keys.

So, Guzma gets his bone out and starts playing (really loudly to make sure the sound goes through the wall) with him. He can hear Leon falter a little and kinda press a bunch of wrong keys when he realizes it but he ends up continuing anyway. They even end up doing a little question/answer, back and forth improv thing that makes both of their hearts soar.

When they come to a natural ending, they're both laughing and in such high spirits. Leon goes quiet first and then Guzma hears the frantic shuffling of a backpack. He sets his instrument down and quickly runs out into the hall but... Leon's already gone.

He doesn't come back to the music building for a few weeks. When he does finally come back, he goes in and just plays the most depressingly melancholy piece Guzma's ever heard. It also didn't have his heart in it, like it normally does.

Guzma waits for him to finish and then confronts him when Leon tries to leave.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Ah-Ah-Ah..."

"You deaf? Who are you and what the hell ya think you're doin'?"

"Ah'm sairy! Ah thought it wid be awricht as long as Ah came late since Ah'm a non-major. B-but, Ah'll leave nou-"

"That ain't what I meant, idiot. I meant what was that shit you just played, huh? That ain't you! Why ain't you jammin' like ya normally do?"

"Ah... Ah'm... just no feeling it today. Ah'm sairy..."

They're both quiet because Guzma doesn't know how to respond and he's busy being extremely distracted because he never expected that accent to come out of that face (which happens to be an extremely attractive one, he realizes). He is also realizing how exhausted and tired the poor guy looks.

"Ah shouldnae o' come here. Ah cannae hae distractions... Ah need tae focus on ma studies... Ah need... Ah need-"

"A drink."

"Ah... whit-?"

"'A drink'. You need a drink"

"B-but-"

"You over twenty one?"

"Aye, b-but-"

"Then we gon' get you a drink."

"Ah-"

"And ya still ain't answered my question."

"Huh?"

"Who are you?"

"...Ah'm...Leon."

#what with the hcs and such #what with the aus and such #guzma #pokemon leon #ya boy #ask zz c #ask and ye shall receive #I took this and ran waaaaaaay further than i though i would with it #'But bars close at 2am' shhhhhh I know that but Leon doesn't realize that #and its too late by the time he realizes Guzma's taking him to his apartment for a drink to back out #of course its not too late but lee isnt thinking straight too distracted by tall handsome man with a pair of dsl like ya wouldnt believe #brass players amiright fellas? 😏#guzma plays trombone because his character in JR is heavily inspired by my older brother and that's his instrument #Kalani plays drums because im a drummer #molayne plays vibes because irl we have this joke that molayne is my s/o because the resemblance is uncanny and thats his instrument #like seriously when i was playing through the game for the first time and saw him i was like OH MY GOD ITS HIM #i showed it to my sister and even my mom and they were both like OH SHIT U RITE #Kukui plays trumpet because hes got that obnoxious trumpet player vibe

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deepdonutkid · 3 years

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Buy me a drink and let me tell you why I need it

Authors note

Thank you very much for the request @caelys I had fun writing it and actually I thought about modern!au John way too much. Like I made a model for his apartment and a playlist and I could possibly draw ten more fan arts of him.

It takes place in a modern setting, but it starts before John goes to the military. He and Tommy still work in the Garrison, besides some other shadier jobs. Arthur is a car mechanic or something like that. Ada still goes to school and Finn too. Polly and Michael are not mentioned here.

Female reader x bartender!John BIG PUNK VIBES HERE!

Actually, this was going to be a multi-chapter fic with intense slow-burn, but whatever there it is. Just say one thing and I’ll write a second part!

tagging @bonniesgoldengirl

Warning: drinking, drug use, marijuana, swearing, infidelity mentioned, a little bittersweet

Word count: 2348

The garrison was not a pub for everyone. It was full of gangsters and other low-life scum. A woman was a curiosity. Working there wasn’t pleasant, but John didn’t complain.

It was the only legal job he got after graduating. He worked at the Garrison twice a week, usually on Friday and Saturday.

The nice thing about this work was the free beer and he could make as many cigarette breaks as he liked.

Nevertheless, John was a little pissed that night, because he could see his friends drinking over there and he had to stand behind the counter. Tommy’s orders!

“Fuck off, Tommy”, he mumbled while cleaning bar. Of course, his brother didn’t hear that, he was busy making some phone calls. John didn’t want to know, who Tommy was calling or why. Probably their next job.

But while he was still on the first one, he didn’t want to think about more work. He already had enough. It was past ten and John hadn’t eaten for hours.

At first, he was to occupied from his work to notice you. You sat down at the bar and cleared your throat. It wasn’t on purpose or to get the bartenders attention. Actually, you just wanted your peace. You hated being trapped in your new apartment, while everything was still so empty. Since you moved, so much changed in your life, but you still felt lonely.

That’s why, you walked straight into the nearest pub, when you couldn’t bear the weight of your own thoughts. But now you realized you hadn’t a penny left. Or at least not enough for a beer. “Get me a glass of water please.”, you said to the bartender, who kept starring at you. First you thought he was a little weird and also a little intimidating, but then you understood what he expected from you. An order, of course.

“A glass of water?”, he asked with a grin on his face: “Really? You know, where you are, girl?”

Now you looked confused. Maybe there was an unspoken rule, to not order a soft drink in this place, but how you should know? After all, you’ve been pretty new to Small Heath. Three days ago you moved into your new place. It was small, but it was yours. Your private space and your sanctuary. “A pub… maybe?”, you joked: “So what about the water?”

“Ah, I get it… It’s the end of month.”, he responded.

You laughed and shook your head. “I’m always broke. Money is not my thing.”

“Not mine either.”

Now he got your attention. You took a closer look at the bartender. He was somehow handsome. A pretty face for a fucked-up place like this. Then you noticed the tattoos on his arms, that peaked out of the sleeves of his shirt. “Dead Kennedys. Nice”, you mumbled and smiled slightly, barely visible.

He put a filled glass in front of you and smirked. “No need to pay.”

Your eyes widened. That bartender really surprised you. He was nicer than he looked like. You took a sip from the glass and nodded. “Thanks… I guess.”

The water was okay, but everything you wished for was a beer or a whiskey. Something to stop your brain from thinking. However, you nipped the glass very patiently, because you didn’t want to leave this place too soon. You didn’t know the neighborhood and chances were high, you got lost on your way around town.

The bartender seemed to notice your tension. “Do you want to drink something else?”

“A beer would be nice.” You croaked

The handsome man behind the bar nodded and pulled out a pint. “A beer, it is.”

You didn’t know it yet, but you were the only thing tonight, that made his work bearable. Everything else was so boring and you were new in town. Every little thing about you was so exciting for him. Staring with the fact that you stumbled into the Garrison without knowing its reputation. Then your little comment about his shirt, yes, he heard that. And your overall appearance was just the cherry on top.

The leather jacket, the ripped jeans and your washed-out Kurt Cobain shirt said a lot about you and John was ready to listen. What else should he do in the next couple of hours until his shift ended?

“I’m John.”, he said and served you a beer.

You noticed the twinkle with his eye and replied with a shy smile. “Just call me Y/n”

The two of you shook hands and exchanged a strange glance. Was he flirting with you? No, of course not, you brushed it off. It was part of his job, to be nice to his customers.

After a few sips of your beer, you calmed down a bit, but not enough. You fumbled in the inside pocket of your jacket for your package. You smoked Dunhill and probably started way to early in life. An end of your smoking addiction was not in sight. The package was already half empty, when you opened it.

“Fuck” you cursed and signed. How could you make it to your next pay check with just a few cigarettes left? Maybe skip dinner a few times.

“Cigarettes are empty too?” he asked “I would give you one of mine, but they are empty too.”

“No, I still have some left, but not enough until July. Maybe not even enough for the rest of this night.”, you explained.

You took two out of the package and put it back. “Want one? I don’t have money, but at least I still have something to smoke.”

“Whatcha smoking?” “Dunhill”, you answered.

A wide grin appeared on his face. “Me too.”

“I know, I shouldn’t… but I just can’t quit.” You shrugged and lit your cigarette.

John brushed it off. “Fuck em. I think, I’m never gonna quit too. This shit just stays with you forever.”

“True”, you signed and took a deep drag from your cigarette.

“So… why am I the only girl in this place? Is there something I should know?”

“Nah, not really. It’s just…”, he began to explain, but then paused to smoke. You liked how he leaned against the counter. Like there was no cooler person in this room. “I don’t know… most women don’t like it here. Too filthy or whatever.”

You nodded and looked around. Everything smelled like ashtray and whiskey. There was dirt lying around. Nobody seemed to bother, so you chose not to either.

“And you are new in Birmingham?”, he asked: “All the locals know to stay away from this place.”

Again, you nodded and hid your smile behind your hand. “I just grabbed my bass and some clothes and left.”

“Bass?” Now, John was hooked. Since he could walk and talk, he had a thing for music. Especially rock and punk and he blabber about his favorite bands all day. Of course, he never learned to play an instrument, because his family was too poor, but he stole every record he could lay hands on. “You play bass?”

“Yeah, I can also play guitar, but I sold mine to get here. I started playing in a band now and I really hope this is going to work out… somehow.”, you explained

“Maybe.”, he said: “I can ask Harry, if you can play here. Live music would be great.”

You beamed and jumped almost over the counter. “Really?”

“But I need to listen to a song first. Otherwise, I can’t do it with good conscience.”

“Yeah, sure thing! When I get the promo tape, I’ll come back here.” Finally, some good news for you. After all you went though you really needed that and right now you just couldn’t stop smiling.

Three beers later, you were already in an in-depth discussion about music and which bands paved the way for punk.

After six more beers, you danced to the song he put on. John watched you with the purest joy. Nobody has ever danced in the Garrison. Good for him, that Tommy left, because “something important” occurred.

On beer twelve you sang for all the man to watch. The Shelby just could take his eyes off you, even when you didn’t hit the right tone.

He even caught you, when you fell over the counter.

But in the end the bar had to close and you still had nowhere to go, so you waited for him to finish his work. It took twice as long, because John kept staring at you in awe.

After everything was done, he asked, if he should walk you home and you agreed. Actually, you didn’t say yes, you hugged him and rubbed your cheek against his. Then you made a purring sound and told him your address.

You even hold hands with him, but that was mainly, because you were to drunk to walk straight. But you had plenty of time to sober up along the way.

Finally arriving at the front door, you had to stop laughing and catch a breath to manage to say something. “Do you…”, you began and paused, because you didn’t know how to phrase it.

Without hesitation he answered: “Yes! Yes… I mean, it would be cool.”

And again, you started laughing. “I was about to ask, if you want to watch the stars on my rooftop, but I didn’t know you were going to be so excited about this.”

He scratched his neck and chuckled. “Yeah, we were talking about the same thing.”

“Oh honey, I’m taken”, you explained

That last three words crumbled his hopes, that have been build up since you walked into the Garrison.

But he was a gentleman and he shouldn’t expect anything from a woman. After all, you don’t owe him anything. Even though he thought you were flirting with him the entire night.

He just bit his lip and shrugged. “No problem here.”

Then he added: “But we might not see the stars though all the smog and light pollution.”

“Let’s give it a try.” you opened the door and smiled.

You took the steps up to your apartment, John followed you closely. When the two of you entered the small flat, everything was still dark. The alarm clock next to your mattress said four in the morning.

John was so curious, when he looked around. “You really didn’t lie, when you said, you just took you bass and nothing more.”

“Yup”, you mumbled and walked to a pile of clothes. “Do you want to smoke one with me?”

When you pulled out the joint, John grinned at you. His cheeks were still red. “Why not?”

Climbing out of your window and onto the roof sounded way easier than it turned out to be.

But the view was great, and that was enough.

You lit the joint and inhaled the white smoke, just to blow it out again.

“No stars in sight, babe”, he noted while looking up

He was right, but you were still glad, that he came up here with you. You feared the moment of being alone again. “Yes, but the view… is amazing.”

You didn’t notice, he was glaring at you when he said: “Yeah, it really is.”

Then you turned to him to pass him the joint.

John took one drag and coughed. “That shit’s strong.”

At first you tried not to laugh, but ended up giggling anyway.

“What?”, he asked with blunt curiosity.

When you calmed down, you had to tell him the joke that just crossed your mind: “I like my weed like my sex… keeps me paralyzed for a while.”

That was the last thing he thought he would hear from you. He would believe his ears, if he hadn’t starred at your lips the entire time. “Uhm, okay.”, he whispered and hit the joint one more time.

The longer you sat there with him, the more comfortable you two got. After talking the whole night about music and artists and stuff, you finally opened up.

You told him why you left your home town and moved to Birmingham.

And he told you in return something you would have expected either. “Just a few more months and I’ll be in the military.”

John didn’t look like a soldier or somebody who took pride in defending his country. You couldn’t understand, how a wonderful guy like him ended up serving the forces. It just didn’t seem to fit in. But then again, you knew him for a few hours now, so who are you to judge?

“I’m scared”, he whispered: “that nobody but my family will write me… and I’m going to be all alone in the middle of nowhere.”

That feeling was all too familiar for you. Your heart ached, when you glared at him. “I write you.”, you promised. “And phone you and what else.”

“You would?” His voice was full of doubt. “We don’t know each other really.”

It was true, but you always kept your promises. You moved closer to him, to hold his hand and look him in the eyes. “I would. I know this feeling too well.”

For one second you thought he was going to kiss you, and you were ready. The drumroll played, like it always did, when the first touch of two pairs of lips, unknown to each other, was close. But the drumroll was all you were going to get tonight. You kept staring at his beautiful mouth and how would it feel, when his lips meet yours. Infidelity has never been your thing and you would stay true to yourself, even when the chance was so tempting.

“Can you hold me?”, you asked, while avoiding his eyes. You felt pathetic for being so needy in front of a stranger, so you added: “Just for a while.”

John didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. Instead, he just pulled you in arms and stroke your back.

The two of you felt all alone in this broken world, but right there you met and became friends. What a weird thing to happen.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky fookin blinders #peaky fucking blinders #john shelby x reader #john shelby x y/n #john shelby x you #female reader #peaky blinders modern au #joe cole

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eirikaanemo · 3 years

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A Pitch Perfect Pair

Fair Warning: This is probably not going to be an often occurrence, but I may sometimes write something myself instead of just reblogging other people’s majestic work.

I do this daily now.

No Warnings, just potentially poorly written fluffy

Feedback and constructive criticism are very, very welcome!

Venti x GN!Reader

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After becoming friends with Venti, he has played many songs for you. From quick to slow, warm to cold, lively to hollow, every song was different, unique, and wonderful. In fact, he’d played so many songs for you that you started feeling guilty. He’s done so much and it feels like all you’ve been doing is sitting around doing nothing. And so you decided that you would play him a song for once!

It took some searching through the attic storage but you did eventually find your old flute in its case. You had made many good memories with the instrument. Your mother had wanted all her children to learn how to play music, so everyone learned to play something. There would be family nights where all you did was play music together. But those warm and happy days ended when your mother passed away suddenly in an accident. There was a strange sort of nostalgia and a wave of grief that came with handling your beloved flute again.

Hoping it would help you avoid the impending emotional breakdown, you took the whole case and set out for Windrise. You had made many good memories there that might help balance out the emotions that suddenly plagued your mind. Once you reached your destination you sat down, unpacked your instrument, and started cleaning and tuning it. The time it spent in storage had not been kind to it and it took longer than you’d expected to get it ready. But finally you were able to warm up.

From there you fell back on your memories to decide what you’d play. You closed your eyes and got lost in the melodies of days gone by, your emotions imbued in every note that played so high and clear. Sure, your technique was nowhere near where it used to be. But your fingerings and tunes were true to memory. Eventually you started to play your favorite song, one your Mom had called “Song of the Heart”.

The song started slow and soft, gently speeding up. It then became a cheery tune that bubbled along from one note to the next. From there it calmed to a deeper tone, more solemn and contemplative. And it then returned to the soft and slow beginning before ending on a joyful and satisfying note. You took a moment to rest and appreciate the silence of the area around you.

Then the clapping started.

Startled, you fumbled and almost dropped your flute. After making sure that you weren’t actually going to drop your instrument you turned to see who it was. There stood Venti, with just the biggest smile on his face. He was clapping so fast that part of you started to become a little concerned for his hands, but the rest of you was too busy being horribly embarrassed to care.

“That was amazing,” he exclaimed, “I had no idea you could play the flute so well!”

If your face wasn’t already red, it was now. “Where did you come from?” You asked. He pointed at Vanessa’s tree, around 100 yards away. “I was sitting in the tree. It’s one of my favorite places, remember?” “Oh yeah, I forgot,” you explained. “But even then, how did you hear me play from clear over there! I wasn’t all that loud.” He gave a secretive little smile, “I have my ways.” You raised an eyebrow, but let it go.

“Anyway, it wasn’t all that good, it’s been a while since I’ve played and I’m pretty out of practice. I was hoping to surprise you later but I guess that didn’t work out very well.” Your foot kicked at the dirt a little bit as you avoided eye contact. Not only had someone overheard you, but it was Venti, your friend and secret crush, who also happened to be a bard.

Venti just laughed. “If that was you playing out of practice then I can’t wait to hear what it’s like when you’ve polished your skills some! It’s been a while since I’ve heard someone play the flute so well! Oh! Maybe we could practice together and play some duets! Everyone would love that!”

Now that you thought about it, that would be kind of fun. And spending time practicing playing instruments with your crush? Score! “I’d love that,” you admitted, an elated feeling spreading from your stomach butterflies to your thumping heart. “My initial intention was simply to play some music for you because you’ve always played so much music for me. I’ve felt kind of bad, like I’ve been taking advantage of you or something. I figured this would be a way I could pay you back for that in some measure, but playing duets with you sounds like fun too!”

Venti looked at you, his head tilted a little and jaw slackened in surprise. “You never owed me anything for those songs. I played them for you because I wanted to. As a bard, I don’t make a lot of money. So this has been my way of giving back to you for all of the times you let me stay over and bring me food. You’ve done more for me than you probably think.”

He walked over and sat next to you, just a few inches away. You rested your flute on your lap and turned towards him. At that moment he was staring up into the sky with a shy smile on his face, so unlike his usual grins. The movement of his braids back and forth reminded you that it was windy, which reminded you that it was cold. It was getting late and you’d neglected to grab a jacket, thinking that you’d be back soon.

He must have noticed you were getting cold, because he shrugged off his cape and wrapped it around you. “You should’ve brought a jacket, you know it gets cold here,” he scolded gently. You looked up at him, eyes wide with surprise at his sudden act. The flush that had finally fled your cheeks started returning with a vengeance. And for the first time you noticed that his cheeks were rather flushed themselves.

Both of you fell silent, simply looking at each other. His eyes were thoughtful and a soft smile remained on his face. The silence was broken as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and scooted a little closer. “You know,” he murmured, “there’s another reason for why I’ve been playing music for you.”

“Oh? And what reason might that be?” You asked. “Well,” he responded, “we’ve been friends for a while but recently I’ve started feeling something more for you, about you. There’s a lot I haven’t told you, that I’m not ready to tell you, but if you’re willing I’d like to give us a try.”

Your heart jumped to your throat and you swallowed, trying to gather courage. “Yeah,” you whispered, “I think I’d like that.” You tilted your forehead forwards to touch his, reaching up to cup his cheek. “I think I’d really, really like that.”

He smiled and gave you a quick kiss, much too quick for your liking. Your disappointment must have been obvious because he chuckled. “I think we’ll have plenty of time for more once we start practicing our duets, yes?” “Yes,” you agreed, “let’s be sure to practice lots. Maybe they’ll even call us a ‘pitch perfect pair’.” You laugh a bit at the thought.

“If that’s what you’d like,” he said gently, “then pitch perfect we shall be.”

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haikyuu!! as dads (pt.1)

A/n: hello! starting off with a clean slate here yay! if some of the first few seem so short and the writing seems different, it’s because I wrote half of this like three days ago- anywways, requests are open btw!!

Summary: haikyuu characters as dads/domestic living.

Pairings: Semi Eita, Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Oikawa Toru, Kenma Kozume

Warnings: some timeskip spoilers, fluff, parenting, angst (kinda) swearing (maybe), crack, all characters are aged up

Word count: 1.8k

Part Two!

Semi Eita

- the serious sometimes scary looking dad, but other than that he’s a fluff ball

- he may look scary but he simply cannot punish them for anything

- especially after they bonded over music, legit cannot do nothing wrong

- on the days he’s not working or with his bandmates, you can often find him with his twin daughters, teaching them how to use different musical instruments

- okay, so your daughters are still pretty young, so they aren’t very good at using most instruments, but for Christmas you and Semi got them both a small set of drums, something easy

- it was very cute to come home from work to see your husband and daughters loudly practicing on the drums

- sure at first it gave you a blasting headache, but after a while you got used to it, and even jammed out with them when you had the time

- mainly just random sounds/beats coming from the two five year olds, but Semi doesn’t mind, he’s willing to teach them and he does proudly

- if one of his daughters or both wants too

- definitely writes songs for his daughters and you

- i can see him writing lullaby’s for them and working on them for hours making sure they were perfect

- lets just say they were perfectly beautiful

- because you went to high school together, the nickname “semi semi” stuck with you (thanks chicken tendo)

- but your girls will also cutely call him “semi semi”

- you often bring them to concerts despite semi saying it’s probably too loud for them

- he’ll let you sit safely with them back stage uwu

- after he runs back to you three and is bombarded with hugs, high-fives and kithes

- YOU’RE ALL SO PROUD OF HIM

Bokuto Koutarou

- bokuto is a hyper dad, which we all saw coming. there is no taking the child out of bo

- i feel like he’d want tons of kids, probably even uses his children as an excuse to act the way he does

- i can see him with a few kids, 3 to be exact (2 boys and 1 girl)

- he likes to be really involved with his children, and gets very sad/emo when he doesn’t see them for short/long periods of time

- for example, the Black Jackals is a whole different game field than high school volleyball and it’s much more time consuming and has him away a lot

- when he does come home and has time off, let’s just say he clings to his children like a puppy

- even after a while THEY get sick of him and wanna ditch him, cue emo bo :(

- if his children gang up on him (which they do) cue emo Bo again :(

- he babies them all, can’t ever say no

- tends to go back on his word lmao

- if your oldest son begs and begs for season tickets to his favorite sports team? Bo KNOWS they can be expensive, and he was even scolded by you, but two hours after saying no, he runs back to his son and gives him the money

- if your daughter wants to get her nails done with a group of friends, he knows she picks out the most expensive polishes, etc, BUT HE DOES NOT CARE, he will gladly give her the money and even go with her to get his nails done

- yes, you heard me

- of course he’ll being chaperone for this girls day, he promises to pretend that he doesn’t know them and keep his distance (sit very far away lol), but after a little while its just hard to contain and he’s screaming to everyone in the salon that his daughter is sitting on the other side of the room eye-

- your youngest son wants an expensive sports car? done

- he just wants to make his family happy, pleaseee

Kuroo Tetsurou

- poor Kuroo, he has 2 daughters and you, so he’s surrounded by girls lol

- he actually doesn’t mind it tbh

- between you and his two daughters, he wouldn’t have it any other way

- just gives him an excuse to be overly protective

- anywhere in public, expect either kuroo holding your hand

- or holding his daughters close to him (piggy back rides, yes)

- or, he stands protectively behind you and your daughters while you talk to someone, sending them threatening glares behind your backs

- he was shy as a child, so it wasn’t surprising when one of his daughters, the youngest, was very very shy

- he doesn’t mind once again, just gives him an excuse to be protective

- although he’s busy, he always makes time for his girls ALWAYS

- definitely a bragger

- if his family is brought into a convo, he pridefully will express how cute and smart his daughters are, may or may not openly declare his daughters are the cutest amongst his co-workers children

- he’s mad intuitive and aware/observant

- kuroo always knows when one or both of his daughters are about to start crying/throw a fit

- cue dad kuroo prepared to crack funny chemistry and or science jokes

- his shy daughter finds him very funny, doubles over every time he cracks a joke and calls him a “silly rooster”

- even when she's older she still laughs and even copies his jokes

- but his other daughter just cringes, every time sigh

- when she was younger she used to fake the laughs, but when he started saying the jokes in public she just stopped reacting, hoping he would stop-

- he didn’t...

- i like to imagine kuroo and kenma staying friends even after high school, and since kenma has hella video games and a whole arcade in his house, he’ll often bring his daughters over to his house

- his eldest daughter loves it at uncle kenma’s house

- cue jealous rooster dad

Oikawa Toru

- okay so oikawa is ALWAYS busy

- isn’t home much, except during off seasons or if he messes up his knee again (yes, it’ll happen)

- in the event that he’s home due to a knee injury, he’ll wanna be catered too lmaooo

- he doesn’t expect his little girl to cater to him and really only teases you about it

- but his daughter will get him whatever he needs while he’s propped up on the couch

- she admires him so much

- his daughter kinda has a smart mouth-

- definitely got that from him, having picked up on it from a young age, while he was home

- when he was home once propped up with a messed up knee, she went “here dadkawa” as she handed him an ice pack

- he laughs at the nickname, asking you about where it came from later

“she was on call with hajime’s daughter yesterday... hajime asked how ‘poopykawa’ was doing”

- he just rolls his eyes, “at least he cleaned it up for her sake” you explained

- will not lose the “kawa” part, so it’s dadkawa lol

- when he’s away, she’s always asking for dadkawa

- when he’s here they're inseparable

- morning breakfast now will be her sitting in his lap instead of yours

- she asks to watch cartoons with him instead of you :(

- bath time consists of her arguing with you as you try to wash her hair, while oikawa sits on the closed toilet seat laughing to himself

- “mommy i want dadkawa to wash my hair!”

- “you always whine that he gets soap in your eyes”

- “I don’t care!”

- when you bring your daughter to games, she’ll be cheering him on proudly, “mommy, look at dadkawa!” “GO DADKAWA!!!!”

- since he plays for the professional Argentine team, i figure you all live in Argentina now, traveling from Argentina and Japan was tiring, so you moved to be closer

- when the news approaches him after or before games, he makes sure to show his daughter off and the whole time it’s his daughter stealing the show

- she might be shy at first, but as long as dadkawa is holding her, she’s fine

- he’ll teach her Spanish, defiantly sings happy birthday to her in Spanish because it’s special

- he calls her his princesa (princess in spanish)

Kenma Kozume

- if his child didn’t enjoy video games like him or any of his hobbies like volleyball, I feel like Kenma would have a hard time with them

- he loves his son yes, but he’d have a hard time interacting with him, especially if he’s not into video games or volleyball

- if he is though, you can often find the two in kenma’s home office, playing games

- when your son was a infant, you would always come home from being out/work to find your son sitting in his pj’s on kenma’s lap watching his dad play video games

- “it’s late, ken. i see he’s already in his pj’s- did you already have dinner?” “yes”

- “without me?” you asked, lifting up your son to give his cheeks kisses. “there’s apple pie in the fridge.”

- eye-

- yes he fed your son that, yes he needs a little guidance, yes he needs to be told apple pie is NOT dinner

- on another occasion of coming home, you found your boys in the same spot, once again playing video games, your sons eyes drifting between the game and his father every time he muttered under his breath

- “the screen is bad for your eyes kenma, and he’s just a baby! he’ll get bad eyes too!”

- kenma’s short answer is, “he won’t”

- when your son got older, and he started getting into video games, it got harder for you to tear his eyes away from the screen

- he’s been around video games his whole life, so of course it’d be hard, you just didn’t think he’d grow attached

- kenma leaves most of the strict parenting to you, because he LEGIT doesn’t NOT know what to say

- he’s lowkey afraid he’ll push his son away if he says the wrong thing, but he’s also worried that if he doesn't say anything, they’ll have no real relationship, so he struggles

- he tries his hardest to bond with him over video games and volleyball though

- as said by your son, kenma’s cooking can’t compare to yours, BUT he does know how to make a yummy apple pie

- his son will help kenma with said apple pie, when he’s younger he was often the taste tester and made a mess every time

- kenma gets nervous in huge crowds and really around anyone he doesn’t know, so if his son is a social butterfly he’ll try to get kenma used to people other than himself and you

- somehow, during the rare moments his son has problems (friends, school etc), kenma will be the one to speak up privately

- he’ll definitely tell his son to surround himself with a good friend/good friends, he also makes sure to let him know the importance of quality over quantity

- he has a brotherly relationship with kuroo, and if not for kuroo he’d be alone, he wants the same thing for his son

10.20.20, rayofsunas

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