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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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Sing To Me…

Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Absolutely none, pure fluff ❤️

“If I Ain’t Got You”—Alicia Keys

“Lullaby”—The Chicks

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Scarlett was waiting impatiently for you to make it home from work, the job you did might be making the world a better place, but it sure makes hers days off from filming boring...

"Honey, I'm home!!!!" Scarlett beams at your sweet voice., "I'm in the living room lovey!!!"

Once she heard your shoes gently clunk against the mat, and your bag hit the ground her body was buzzing, it was only seconds until you'd round the corner, and boy were you a sight for sore eyes; wearing that beyond adorable, tired smile, and carrying bags full of your favorite takeout like the actual godsend that you were.

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"Which one?!" She squeals with two DVDS blurring before your eyesight, you chuckle as you leaned in for a kiss instead, and she of course needed no sort of coaxing to accept your disregard for the entertainment in favor of her favorite affection, well, besides your cuddles., "Lizzie McGuire." You'd mumbled against her lips before moving to part from the kiss.

Scarlett had other plans though, haphazardly tossing the plastic cases onto the table she made quick work of wrapping her arms around your neck, using her hold to pull you down and directly atop of her, legs snaking around you to further secure you against her and the couch., "Sweetest girl, how ever will we enjoy the Disney classic if you don't let me change.," she smiled up at you while you oh so delicately moved her now crazed hair out of her face.

"You're perfect just the way you are...," she then teased with a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose, and you chortled, face falling into her neck where your lips instinctually began to lay the softest of kisses to her silky smooth skin., "So cheesy... Cheesy and absolutely wrong.," you mused, leaving a final kiss to her cheek before using all your strength to breakout of her unnaturally strong hold upon your body.

"I'll be but a short ten minutes my sweets, pull the movie up, set out the food, and it'll be as if I'd never left.," you softly teased the pouting woman of your dreams, then you rushed out of the room before she could stall you any further.

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As the movie was coming to an end Scarlett was mindlessly running a hand through your hair that was sprawled out over her abdomen, nimble fingers moved with precision to get the days worth of knots out, and you hummed in appreciation when they eventually moved to massage your scalp., "That was a good blast from the past." you suddenly said over a yawn, her hands stilled, so you rolled over, your chin now gently resting on her soft belly.

Scarlett softly smiles at you, her hands cup your face to pull you up, and in a lazy crawl you make your way up to lay your lips to hers for a sweet kiss, the way her lips suddenly upturn against yours tells you she's up to something. Pulling back you look into her eyes, seeing the playfulness lying in them., "Sing to me Paolo." You laugh rather loudly, crawling off of her with a roll of your eyes, but in your delirious state you move around to do just as she asked.

Scarlett watches you with a curious expression, your eyes were narrowed, and your nose was scrunched up telling her that you were truly focused as you sorted through your vast array of vinyls. The seriousness caught her off guard, because you usually just sang silly songs, with no more than a few words muttered before one or both of you were curled over in fits of laughter, so your current state has her well beyond intrigued.

Once you seemed set on your choice she giggled when you hid it from her view. "You ready then Isabella?," she rolled her eyes at your outstretched hand, but nonetheless she accepted the gesture. Then she was beaming when she realized the song you'd selected, her heart absolutely melted once the tune of your wedding song filled the room, then you flashed her those pearly whites and she melted into your embrace as you began to sway her.

"Some people live for the fortune.," Scarlett's eyes widened when your voice was silky smooth, and completely leveled, as if you had been a professional in like a past life., "Some people live just for the fame.," She sighs against your chest, the simple words still resonating with her to this day, the thing she cherished most about you was the way you truly humbled her. Lavish was an afterthought for the millionaire after you taught her how to find a way to truly live in the moment.

"Some people need three dozen roses, and that's the only way to prove you love them..." Scarlett nearly fell to her knees when your voice changed octaves, a much deeper tone, full of unwavering conviction, and she was in the midst of feeling so many things. Then when your hand guided her face away from your chest to instead look deeply into your bright eyes she audibly gulped, the once perceivably silly moment now being a show to how deep your love continues to flow for her., "Hand me the world on a silver platter, and what good would it be with no one to share, with no one who truly cares for me."

"Some people want diamond rings.," Scarlett blushes when you kiss her wedding band in between verses, the amazement that five years into your marriage she's still able to learn new incredible things about you written on her face as you continued to belt out the song you dedicated to her at said wedding., "Some just want everything, but everything means nothing if I ain't got you, yeah, if I ain't got you with me, baby, oh, ooh. Said nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing, if I ain't got you with me, baby..."

A perfect silence befalls the room as you continued to sway your conjoined bodies; Scarlett's arms around your waist, and face in your chest as she processes this new reality., "Baby...," you hum, your head laying on her head with your eyes closed as you embrace the softness of the moment., "How didn't I know?," she audibly squeaks, causing you to chuckle., "Oh sorry, did I not tell you about my glory days? I could've been famous too, was offered a record deal after I got out of college, but it just wasn't the course I was meant to be on."

"But honey... That voice, why keep it a secret?," you shrugged, her groan of disapproval at the gesture a cause for giggling., "The world is full of superstars with good voices my love, I found my passions elsewhere... I mean, you can sing too, but you're not out here on tours are you?"

"Well no, but you're just so good!," her whining a clear indicator to you that she's in need of sleep. You just look down with a pout of your own to match hers, eyes pleading with you to even just consider it., "Fine, but if I did this, remember you'd have to share me with the world Scar. No more private life with the wife, and oh, can you just imagine the groupies?"

Her grip intensified as your words really hit., "No, I changed my mind, I'm gatekeeping you, nobody else gets to even want you...," Scarlett growls, that unnecessary possessive side of her always winning in the end, and you chuckled., "Fair enough my love, now let's go to bed.," You pulled back from the embrace to peck her beautiful lips., "Carry me?," she pouts, and you scoop her up bridal style, her head falling to your chest as a big yawn falls from her lips., "Now you have to sing me lullabies every night, I no longer can sleep without your voice.," she tiredly murmurs a falsehood as her eyes come to a permanent shut in your arms.

You settled her down on her side of the bed with a kiss to her forehead, with whispered promises of nightly lullabies anyways, and it seems she heard you as she smiles in her sleep., "Nighty night princess...," she instinctually rolls over and nuzzles into your body., "Sing!," You chuckled when you realized you weren't getting off that easily, and so you began to hum a sweet melody.

"They didn't have you where I come from, never knew the best was yet to come. Life began when I saw your face, and I hear your laugh like a serenade.," Your hand—light as a feather, runs up and down her back in a soothing manner.

"How long do you want to be loved? Is forever enough, is forever enough?," she hums a yes., "How long do you want to be loved? Is forever enough? Cause I'm never, never giving you up."

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rae-of-gold · 8 months

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So I have a playlist for the EAH music au I made and I wanted to share some of my favorite specific songs for some of the characters.

(note: these are not what I think their voices sound like, moreso what their musical sound would be and/or the lyrics they would write)

(and another note: not all characters are here as not all character make music. yes they're all in the music industry, but that doesn't mean they write or create music. some do art, some marketing, some are lawyers, hell some are security. so if your fav aint here, they're doing something else)

Dexter: I'm made this whole thing for him but I can't decide on a single sound for him. I feel the closest would be With Confidence. I mean the playlist is long, but seven songs from just one band, from various albums too, I'd say that's one of the top runners.

Darling: since Darling writes the majority of Apple's music, her lyrics are like Taylor Swift songs. But she as an individual is a bit of an enigma. She makes her lyrics sound very much royal, when really she's a rebel, but she's also Wonderlandian at heart. So would she sound like Junie and the Hutfriends? Or maybe Studio Killers? or AlicebanD? very honestly it could be all, none, whatever. I do feel like those could fit her though.

Raven: I know that canonically she's a huge of fan of Taylor Quick but that doesn't mean she can't like other genres or that her own sound can't be different from what her favorite. I imagine her musical sound a lot like Icon For Hire, especially with the album You Can't Kill Us, I think it's a perfect fit for her. Paramore and Avril Lavigne are also close to her.

Apple: Taylor Swift. She is the pop princess and Apple would be too. starting her career at a young age, writing stories she makes up and having her sound change and grow the more she does. But also The Rise and Fall of a Midwestern Princess album by Chappell Roan once she breaks away from the idea of making music solely for the money and fame.

Briar: Ke$ha. just all her music.

Cerise: Disobedient from Steven Universe. it's just so perfect for her. The obvious choice is She-Wolf by Shakira, which is also there for her, but Sadie and the Killers.

Sparrow and his Merry Men: Hats off the to Bull by Chevelle. no thoughts, just vibes. OR (i guess one thought), i know a lot of people dont like him, i am not one of them, i think he's fun and classic stereotypical emo, TX2.

Poppy: genuinely imagine her and Holly writing and singing Something That I Want by Grace Potter about their parents. I feel like Holly and Poppy made like a single album when they were younger and both moved on to do other things but they both still really liked music. Holly nowadays just plays short covers of songs on social media and Poppy of course being a hair stylist that eventually joins Dexter and Darling's band. With a musical sound and voice like the lead singer in Tonight Alive.

Maddie: S.J. Tucker. I'm not a huge fan of her music, a couple songs here and there, my partner is and loves how witchy her sound is. Maddie ain't every witchy, but she is odd and witchy-ness can and is also very weird and goes every which way. one song can sound like a whole different genre from another and I feel like Maddie would very much like that sound. Especially with some lesser known instruments thrown in there. (if we wanna talk about what I think her voice sounds like; Madilyn Mei)

Ashlynn: Ryn Weaver. no thoughts just vibes pt. 2

Duchess: the plot I have for her is that she isn't very musically inclined. except for dancing. she can't play instruments and can barely sing. but she has the look and is willing to do anything to become a pop star. so I have a hard time deciding what she would sound like. except ambience music near a lake. she goes along with the vibe of AURORA. Who knows it could be a Paulo and Lizzy McGuire situation where she's just a pretty face with someone else's voice over hers.

Melody: she could be doing so many different things i dont know how to choose just one. i feel like her true sound is Maggie Rogers or Chase Petra while the music she's kinda forced to have per her Charming Records contract is more like Marshmello. Very electric.

Humphrey: Flamingo by Token. i know no other song by him, and i rarely listen to rap as it isn't my jam. Only reason i know this song was a friend from high school gave me some recommendations.

Meeshell: I like the idea of her sounding like Regina Spektor. A light, smooth, clear voice over music that has clear and distinct beats. Often doing music for movies, ending songs that bring the story to a fitting finish.

Hopper: he doesn't make music per my writing, but he does write lyrics. I feel like he writes things like Cody Fry or Gang of Youths. Horribly beautiful and haunting lyrics that tell stories of death and love and beauty paired with huge symphonic melodies that are overwhelming in the best possible way.

Faybelle: Becky by Be Your Own Pet. It took me some time to figure out what exactly her sound would be but i feel like it would be a lot of loud kinda venting music to get all of her emotions out in any way she can. Even though she can get them out just fine on a normal day (though she would never admit that's what she's doing, always playing it off as not as important as it is to her, especially if it's any feeling other than anger.) sometimes writing music for it just feels better.

Chase: yes I made him an important character cause fuck you, I do what I want. Starset. The song Carnivore specifically. I wanted him to have an otherworldly but grounded type feel. like all wonderlandians though his being more...I don't want to say put together. Cohesive than the others. while the other wonderlandians are somewhat all over the place with their acoustic music, his is electronic and always revolving around a certain theme.

and that's just the current generation.

The Evil Queen has a musical sound like Pat Benatar (a personal fav of mine) though the only reason she ever had any sort of softer sounding music was because of pressure from her manager and company.

Snow White has a sound like Whitney Houston, especially with Whitney's History with Dolly Parton. I don't know who Dolly would be in this, but i dont know where i was going with this train of thought. like i said, no thoughts, just vibes.

#ever after high #eah #dexter charming #darling charming #apple white #raven queen #madeline hatter

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reversecreek · 3 months

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welcome to marina, WILLA DENEURVE ( woman, she/her ) ! they are a TWENTY-EIGHT year old who has lived on the island for TWO MONTHS. word on the street is they’re currently living in HYLAND PARK and works as an ACTRESS. everyone also says they look a lot like ASHLEY MOORE. what do you think?

“Her voice was trained, supple as leather, precise as a knife-thrower’s blade. Singing or talking, it had the same graceful quality, and an accent I thought at first was English, but then realized was the old-fashioned American of a thirties movie, a person who could get away with saying “grand”. Too classic, they told her when she went out on auditions. It didn’t mean old. It meant too beautiful for the times.” — Janet Fitch, White Oleander.

HISTORY:

willa ws born to honestly like….. the perfect family not to honk my own tit bt……………. they were jst rly quite wholesome. her mum celeste was this larger than life person who could never b contained by the four walls of any room she was in. she hd the presence of a gold glitter chess piece on an otherwise mundane wooden board. her dad marlon used to always joke that he had absolutely NO idea how he landed her bc he was just this like. rly average guy by all accounts n purposes….. blended into the sea in high skl……. had a few close friends but was never rly Notable or made a proper impression anywhere…… he always retold it as him coasting thru life until he met her in college. kind of like he’d been half awake before

willa always very much took after celeste…… there’s this one quote i remember reading that goes vaguely like “my mom and i would sit and listen to leonard cohen and joni mitchell lyrics together. from a young age i remember her being like “i’m playing this song and when it’s done i want u to tell me what’s happening in it” n she would give me a fake glass of wine when i was 8 and i would listen and b like. i think there was an affair.” which so much summarises their dynamic…… she ws just so like. dramatic n fun n always encouraged that in willa too. her mum was like. everything she aspired to be…… got scouted by a modelling agency in college n shot one campaign before blowing it off simply bc she was bored. starred lead in a play. spent a few weeks travelling asia selling handmade candles shaped like koi fish or curled up foxes or elegantly stretched hands. dated a parisian movie star during a break she and her father took n was featured in tabloids on his arm at the premiere. sm fun n exotic stories willa literally cldn’t get enough. whenever she’d tell them to willa as a kid her dad wld roll his eyes like ohhhhh here she goes again but it’d all b playful n he’d smile bc he honestly cldn’t get enough either. the stuff dreams are made of luv (lizzie mcguire stans rise)

(car accident & death tw) so u know when ur walking down a flight of stairs n then out of nowhere u miss a step n u get that lurch in ur stomach like ur in free fall? yeah. i won’t go into it too much but one night they were driving back from getting frozen yogurt and then suddenly they weren’t. she doesn’t rly remember much about it except for completely ignoring the doctors trying to give her the news and just saying “dad chose pecan. who chooses pecan?” n repeating that over n over n over until it didn’t rly register in her ears as english any more.

willa was uprooted from marina at 11 to go n live w her aunt in NY. this was like. a huge adjustment honestly….. her aunt blanche hd always been a little unconventional bt extremely glamorous. she lived in an old defunct theatre she’d bought out n came from a lot of money. willa’s mum’s side of the family hd always been well off bt celeste opted to live a little more Ordinarily shall we say after settling whereas blanche ws jst balls to the walls dripping w eccentric excess…. wld say she was never naked bc she ws always wearing black opium by yves saint laurent…… probably the living embodiment of la vie boheme….. she’d been admitted a yr early to a rly prestigious parisian design school n is an AMAZING seamstress. a corset she stitched a broadway star into got commissioned fr an actress’ red carpet walk at an indie film festival. rly just lived such a life rich w lots of stories n lots of talent too…… had that star quality essence tht her mum had n that was smthn willa found quite comforting everything considered.

(grief tw) u would think maybe a situation like this (one involving so much sudden change) wld cause a kid of tht age to withdraw into her shell bt willa only came out of her shell MORE. she coped w her situation by spinning it into a celebrity origin story inside her head. the tear jerker tale someone tells during their x factor audition to get the judges rooting for them. mentally streamlining things. repackaging all that hurt as a surefire ticket to success bc it had to be useful for something right? there had to b a point to it right? willa decided the point was she’s a star. KFHSGKFHGFKHGKJSFHG. get it girl….. she ws literally just like ok well clearly i’m destined to be famous n i’m the main character of this story. this story called earth. it’s all about me.

rly heavily immersed herself in her high skl theatre scene……. loved experimenting w fashion n literally wore the most outlandish things like. she treated the hallways like her milan f/w debut every new school yr…… a lot of the things she wore were actual like. costumes frm her aunt’s collection…… she has a multi-story closet u have to climb ladders to reach things in like a very rustic library…. it rly wasn’t uncommon for willa to turn up one day corsetted like a pirate with billowing sleeves or sporting the baby blue gingham of a swedish milk maid. it’s like she literally jst…… became a role. always. every day. the world ws her stage. the cameras were always rolling. her aunt only encouraged this tbh n honestly? icon. we love to see it. willa partied a bunch n rly lived a lax lifestyle where responsibility was concerned…. her aunt ws her best friend…… made rly gd friends with performers in the drag club scene n loved the glitz of that….. lots of wild nights turned grossly bright mornings

snagged an agent fresh into her first yr of college (she gt accepted to a pretty competitive theatre program at [redacted] in NY bc i haven’t looked into what that wld be yet <3 i’m merely a helpless british lass <3) n booked a few commercials n things….. when i say willa wld enter audition rooms like she owned the place i’m rly not exaggerating…. once she turned up to a casting call for MEN n just walked right to the front of the line scraping a random chair along the way n then took a seat w her legs crossed popping a bubble in her gum as they all glared at her like wtf is literally going on who are u. she received several complaints n she was just like “ur all acting so jealous of me….”

i feel like she got a pretty big role in a theatre production in her last yr at school. haven’t decided what yet. maybe smthn rocky horror or even mimi in rent. this was meant to b some like huge moment for willa like yes girl finally making it ur on ur way this is what u wanted n she WAS happy abt it but once it was wrapped she jst had this strange like Huh feeling in her chest……. n a la celeste w all her exciting stories was just like well i’ve done that so what’s next?

SO basically i feel like she finally moved back to marina a few months ago n lives in the big empty house in hyland park tht used to belong to her parents. she inherited it n never sold it. it's kind of eerie n weird n like a giant frozen shrine. she hd a brief stint starring on a reality tv show beforehand where her dog gained a handful of fan accounts dedicated to him……. u maybe will see why in the first bullet point of her personality section………… FKGHKSHFGGKFSHKHG. honestly she ws received pretty well too (mostly bc she’s so fking dramatic n like a caricature of a person) bt it wasn’t anything to warrant actual Fame (despite what willa herself might think). she’s mostly jst like. chilling honestly. accepting scripts n flying out fr auditions still. she’ll nab the occasional part bt she’s looking for that One Thing that rly feels like her big moment….. otherwise i cn just imagine her treating marina like a little dollhouse compared to the roaring mansion of NYC n having fun playing around in it. strikes a pose w a hand on my hip…. and now to personality.

PERSONALITY:

got a very large n lithe greyhound n named him marlene dietrich bc she was a black n white hollywood starlet famously known for her affairs n “bedroom eyes”. willa was like ugh. icon status instantly. didn’t rly foresee the responsibilities tht came w owning a dog tht loves exercise n complains abt him being like “ugh he wants to run soooooooooo much 🙄 like where are u literally going”. having said tht loves him dearly n he can often be seen wearing little clothes. a baby’s bonnet. a quilted leather waistcoat. a custom dog boa. he’s very glamorous. willa calls him a gay icon despite no evidence to support this theory. she also says he can sniff out evil in ppl so she brings him sometimes when she’s first introduced to a friend’s new bf n if his nose quivers a certain way she’s like “marlene has spoken. it’s done”. her friends r like omg? what’s done? willa gets up n walks away without elaborating. marlene’s little paws clicking along the floor w attitude.

literally dressed as marie antoinette for her high skl prom even tho there was no theme pertaining to this. jst loves the spotlight. can fake cry and WILL to get out of a parking ticket or teach someone to watch their tone or even simply for the theatrics of it all. the Most dramatic………….. rly fits being an actress like when people find out what she does it’s very like oh that makes sense.

says she doesn’t get hangovers. she’s just like “i revoked that it doesn’t happen to me”. alludes tht this is bc she’s an all powerful deity that was Chosen to be Blessed bt really she’s jst great at bouncing back n acting fine even w a blistering headache. it’s about believing the performance so much that u even convince urself.

has an extremely elevated sense of self importance bc this is kind of the equivalent of several layers of bubble wrap to cushion her frm the world. strives to b extraordinary bc ordinary honestly feels like a death sentence n there’s nothing she’d want to b seen as less. despite this weight she puts on that she rly doesn’t tend to let ppl’s opinions affect fr the most part like she’s quite firmly set in this I’m Literally The Most Gorgeous And Beautiful Angel Star Creature To Walk This Narsty Little Earth view

probably an incredibly big fan of dramatic short lived love affairs. she wants the glamour of it all. the scandal. the randomly breaking up w someone in a public place n sliding on sunglasses after delivering the words over a freshly ordered coffee (tht she’ll leave without drinking bc that’s star power babey she waits fr no man or no hot beverage)…….. has no preference gets w any n all regardless of gender……… romanticises things so they hv a better spin or story in her head n doesn’t rly take things seriously like jst has fun in her fantasy world…. she’s like ugh chuck i know u wanted to marry me but i’m a beautiful bird in a cage n u literally need to undo the latch n set me free……. the guy’s like……. my name’s chase n we’ve only been on two dates….. willa’s like…… please don’t take this so hard i can tell ur besides urself but people r starting to stare……. gets up n leaves. no-one was staring. chase is confused n honestly probably semi concerned fr her welfare.

always has to b the hottest n most glamorous person in a grocery store…. probably goes to them when she doesn’t even need anything jst holding a basket nonchalantly over her forearm glancing over at a cashier in her wizard of oz corset seamed interpretation on a dorothy dress thinking he wants me soooo bad it’s not even funny….. seduces him over the check out counter jst for him to ask her to come back to his so she can lean back scandalised n cry “IS THAT THE KIND OF WOMAN U THINK I AM, PAUL?! YOU’RE A GHASTLY LITTLE MAN, YOU ARE….” with all the gusto of a telenovela. attracts the shocked glances of all surrounding elderly.

speaks fluent french. probably on her brief stint on tht reality show i mentioned earlier was like “ugh can you believe Deneurve of this guy?” n in her head was like this catchphrase is sensational it’ll catch on fast the twittersphere is abt to implode but it didn’t become a thing except for in a small isolated community. despite this she’s like “yeah it went viral….. go figure. just another day in the life.”

honestly like a lot of fun bt also a huge handful at the same time. keeps her real Serious emotions in a locked box bt is always overflowing w melodramatics n rly giving her all at the drop of a hat where Performing is concerned. probably Loves parties n sees them as another form of production in which she wants to b the lead. rly just. loves herself. except does she? 🤔 lifts my hand up like rihanna n winks. find out next time. lucky by britney plays as i slowly disintegrate in spiderman rp…..

#marina:intro

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songbirdtana · 7 months

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Overnight bag, popcorn, and doll 👀

[overnight bag] what’s in your bag?

I usually have hand sanitiser, my bank card/id, tissues, keys, a collection of loose change and broken pin badges, chewing gum, and my perfume (Ariana grande mod blush for daytime, and Prada paradoxe for nights out - cause yes I’m that kind of person😅) also if I am on a night out, I’ll always bring stuff to touch up my eyes/lips/foundation throughout the night

[popcorn] when you were young, which film encapsulated the life you wanted to lead when you were “grown up”?

Well considering The Lizzie McGuire Movie is my favourite film, I’ll go with that one lmao

I mean, c’mon, who didn’t wish they could have the trip of a lifetime where you rode around Rome on a moped and ended up singing the most iconic song known to man with your famous doppelgänger and humiliated a man in the colosseum?? That was my dream.

[doll] tell us about your crush! (Or dream person)

Idk if I necessarily have a crush rn? I can take a bit to warm up to people😅

But if we’re talking dream person: definitely someone with more confidence than me - I have social anxiety and need someone to help me open up in social situations by osmosis lmao. And lbr… a confident woman? 😍🥰

Similar interests is a big one. Like I genuinely don’t think I could vibe on a real enough level with someone who doesn’t understand fandom? Just cause it’s such a core of my life since I was like 14 lmao (so either glee, video games, doctor who, drag, etc) I get super into the media that I love and I’d love to be able to be a nerd and share that with someone💕

The same political beliefs are a BIG deal breaker. I couldn’t be with someone who didn’t at least somewhat lean into more ‘leftist’ ideology (aka, common human decency). For example: if you don’t believe we should be protecting trans rights and especially protecting trans people of colour, I don’t trust you.

I would say taller than me but that’s too easy to achieve considering I’m almost 5 foot fuck all lmao Also an accent that is not mine? Ummm…yeah love that lmao

#answered #I loved answering these! especially that movie one that was fun to think about!#thanks so much lovely I really appreciate it💕🥰

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alsjeblieft-zeg · 1 year

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485 of 2022

The Letter Z (True or False)

Created by joybucket

You're wearing something with a zipper on it. You've been to the zoo. 🦒🦚🐘 (30 years ago, didn’t like it) ...but it's been awhile since you last went to the zoo. You have to take Zyrtec every day. 💊 You've taken Zofran. 💊 You've taken a zoology class. You've met someone named Zoey. You've watched the Nickelodeon show Zoey 101. You went to school with a Zachary. You went to school with a Zachariah. You've had a pet named Zoey. 🐶 You like zipper pockets. You've been to a Zumba class. You enjoy Zumba classes. You've choreographed your own Zumba routine. You haven't been to Zumba in years. You like the name Zion for a boy. 👦 You've seen the movie Zenon: Girl of the 21st Century. You like zucchini bread. You remember learning about Count von Zinzendorf in school. ...and you love the name "Zinzendorf." You've met someone with the last name Zimmerman. You like zebras. 🦓 You own a zebra print shirt. You own a set of Ziplock bags. You don't feel like your zodiac sign fits your personality at all. You like the name Zayne. You've never been to New Zealand. 🇳🇿 ....or Zimbabwe. 🇿🇼 ....or Zion National Park. 🏞 ....or Zambia. 🇿🇲 .....or Zamboanga, Philippines. 🇵🇭 ....or Zanzibar, Tanzania. 🇹🇿 ....or Zurich, Switzerland. 🇨🇭 ....or Zagazig, Egypt. 🇪🇬 You're wearing something with zigzag lines on it. You've tried Raspberry Zinger tea. ☕️ You like Raspberry Zinger tea. ☕️ You're zealous about life (i.e., passionate, enthusiastic, etc.). You have zits on your face. You've been zapped by lightning. ⚡️ You're received an electrical zap from an outlet. ⚡️🔌 You like the Disney song "Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah." You've taken zinc. 💊 There is a Z in your name. You've taken Zantac. 💊 ....before it was pulled from the shelf. You used to watch the TV show Zoom. You've taken a medication that made you feel emotionless, like a zombie. 🧟‍♀️ You've purchased a piece of jewelry from Zales. Your birthstone is blue zircon. You've read the book of Ezekiel. 📖 ....and Zechariah. 📖 ....and Zephaniah. 📖 You've taken Zoloft. 💊 You've eaten at a restaurant called Zarzuela's. You like the word "zombification." You've used concealer to cover up a zit. You've gotten your hair caught in a zipper. You're concerned about the ozone layer. 🌍 You've seen a zebra in the wild. 🦓 You've never been zorbing. You want to go zorbing. You know what zorbing is. You have no desire to go zorbing at all; it doesn't look fun to you. You wish little Z's actually popped up above peoples' heads when they slept. 😴 💤 You used to watch Lizzie McGuire on Disney Channel. 👩 You like the name Suzy. You went to school with a Suzy. You enjoyed reading magazines as a teenager. You've humiliated yourself during Zumba class. You like the Lisa Frank aliens Zorbit and Zoomer. You would travel to Oz if given the chance, and you'd be off to see the wizard! 🧙‍♀️ You like the word "bamboozled." You like pizza. 🍕 You like jazz music. 🎷 You like jazz hands. 🙌 You've taken a jazz dance class. You've met someone named Liz. You've gotten buzzed from drinking booze. 🥃 You used to watch the show Invader Zim. You like the name Zora. You enjoy playing Zelda games. 🎮 Your zodiac sign is Aries. ♈️ Your zodiac sign is Scorpio. ♏️ Your zodiac sign is Aquarius. ♒️ Your zodiac sign is Taurus. ♉️ Your zodiac sign is Sagittarius. ♐️ Your zodiac sign is Gemini. ♊️ Your zodiac sign is Leo. ♌️ Your zodiac sing is Virgo. ♍️ Your zodiac sign is Libra. ♎️ Your zodiac sign is Capricorn. ♑️ Your zodiac sing is Cancer. ♋️ You're familiar with the Azuza Street Revival. You like the name Azteca. You like the name Azalea. You've watched Family Fizz on YouTube. You like Cheez Whiz. You enjoyed this survey.

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flirting-with-psychology · 2 years

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The Letter Z (True or False) by joybucket

You’re wearing something with a zipper on it. You’ve been to the zoo. 🦒🦚🐘 …but it’s been awhile since you last went to the zoo. You have to take Zyrtec every day. 💊 You’ve taken Zofran. 💊 You’ve taken a zoology class. You’ve met someone named Zoey. You’ve watched the Nickelodeon show Zoey 101. You went to school with a Zachary. You went to school with a Zachariah. You’ve had a pet named Zoey. 🐶 You like zipper pockets. You’ve been to a Zumba class. You enjoy Zumba classes. You’ve choreographed your own Zumba routine. You haven’t been to Zumba in years. You like the name Zion for a boy. 👦 You’ve seen the movie Zenon: Girl of the 21st Century. You like zucchini bread. You remember learning about Count von Zinzendorf in school. …and you love the name “Zinzendorf.” You’ve met someone with the last name Zimmerman. You like zebras. 🦓 You own a zebra print shirt. You own a set of Ziplock bags. You don’t feel like your zodiac sign fits your personality at all.

You like the name Zayne. You’ve never been to New Zealand. 🇳🇿 ….or Zimbabwe. 🇿🇼 ….or Zion National Park. 🏞 ….or Zambia. 🇿🇲 …..or Zamboanga, Philippines. 🇵🇭 ….or Zanzibar, Tanzania. 🇹🇿 ….or Zurich, Switzerland. 🇨🇭 ….or Zagazig, Egypt. 🇪🇬 You’re wearing something with zigzag lines on it. You’ve tried Raspberry Zinger tea. ☕️ You like Raspberry Zinger tea. ☕️ You’re zealous about life (i.e., passionate, enthusiastic, etc.). You have zits on your face. You’ve been zapped by lightning. ⚡️ You’re received an electrical zap from an outlet. ⚡️🔌 You like the Disney song “Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah.” You’ve taken zinc. 💊 There is a Z in your name. You’ve taken Zantac. 💊 ….before it was pulled from the shelf. You used to watch the TV show Zoom. You’ve taken a medication that made you feel emotionless, like a zombie. 🧟‍♀️ You’ve purchased a piece of jewelry from Zales. Your birthstone is blue zircon. You’ve read the book of Ezekiel. 📖 ….and Zechariah. 📖 ….and Zephaniah. 📖 You’ve taken Zoloft. 💊 You’ve eaten at a restaurant called Zarzuela’s. You like the word “zombification.” You’ve used concealer to cover up a zit. You’ve gotten your hair caught in a zipper. You’re concerned about the ozone layer. 🌍 You’ve seen a zebra in the wild. 🦓 You’ve never been zorbing. You want to go zorbing. You know what zorbing is. You have no desire to go zorbing at all; it doesn’t look fun to you. You wish little Z’s actually popped up above peoples’ heads when they slept. 😴 💤 You used to watch Lizzie McGuire on Disney Channel. 👩 You like the name Suzy. You went to school with a Suzy. You enjoyed reading magazines as a teenager. You’ve humiliated yourself during Zumba class. You like the Lisa Frank aliens Zorbit and Zoomer. You would travel to Oz if given the chance, and you’d be off to see the wizard! 🧙‍♀️ You like the word “bamboozled.” You like pizza. 🍕 You like jazz music. 🎷 You like jazz hands. 🙌 You’ve taken a jazz dance class. You’ve met someone named Liz. You’ve gotten buzzed from drinking booze. 🥃 You used to watch the show Invader Zim. You like the name Zora. You enjoy playing Zelda games. 🎮 Your zodiac sign is Aries. ♈️ Your zodiac sign is Scorpio. ♏️ Your zodiac sign is Aquarius. ♒️ Your zodiac sign is Taurus. ♉️ Your zodiac sign is Sagittarius. ♐️ Your zodiac sign is Gemini. ♊️ Your zodiac sign is Leo. ♌️ Your zodiac sing is Virgo. ♍️ Your zodiac sign is Libra. ♎️ Your zodiac sign is Capricorn. ♑️ Your zodiac sing is Cancer. ♋️ You’re familiar with the Azuza Street Revival. You like the name Azteca. You like the name Azalea. You’ve watched Family Fizz on YouTube. You like Cheez Whiz. You enjoyed this survey. I hope you have a zany, zestful, zealous day!

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lovemesomesurveys · 2 years

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The Letter Z (True or False) by joybucket

You're wearing something with a zipper on it. You've been to the zoo. 🦒🦚🐘 ...but it's been awhile since you last went to the zoo. You have to take Zyrtec every day. 💊 You've taken Zofran. 💊 You've taken a zoology class. You've met someone named Zoey. You've watched the Nickelodeon show Zoey 101. You went to school with a Zachary. You went to school with a Zachariah. You've had a pet named Zoey. 🐶 You like zipper pockets. You've been to a Zumba class. You enjoy Zumba classes. You've choreographed your own Zumba routine. You haven't been to Zumba in years. You like the name Zion for a boy. 👦 You've seen the movie Zenon: Girl of the 21st Century. You like zucchini bread. You remember learning about Count von Zinzendorf in school. ...and you love the name "Zinzendorf." You've met someone with the last name Zimmerman. You like zebras. 🦓 You own a zebra print shirt. You own a set of Ziplock bags. You don't feel like your zodiac sign fits your personality at all.

You like the name Zayne. You've never been to New Zealand. 🇳🇿 ....or Zimbabwe. 🇿🇼 ....or Zion National Park. 🏞 ....or Zambia. 🇿🇲 .....or Zamboanga, Philippines. 🇵🇭 ....or Zanzibar, Tanzania. 🇹🇿 ....or Zurich, Switzerland. 🇨🇭 ....or Zagazig, Egypt. 🇪🇬 You're wearing something with zigzag lines on it. You've tried Raspberry Zinger tea. ☕️ You like Raspberry Zinger tea. ☕️ You're zealous about life (i.e., passionate, enthusiastic, etc.). You have zits on your face. You've been zapped by lightning. ⚡️ You're received an electrical zap from an outlet. ⚡️🔌 You like the Disney song "Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah." You've taken zinc. 💊 There is a Z in your name. You've taken Zantac. 💊 ....before it was pulled from the shelf. You used to watch the TV show Zoom. You've taken a medication that made you feel emotionless, like a zombie. 🧟‍♀️ You've purchased a piece of jewelry from Zales. Your birthstone is blue zircon. You've read the book of Ezekiel. 📖 ....and Zechariah. 📖 ....and Zephaniah. 📖 You've taken Zoloft. 💊 You've eaten at a restaurant called Zarzuela's. You like the word "zombification." You've used concealer to cover up a zit. You've gotten your hair caught in a zipper. You're concerned about the ozone layer. 🌍 You've seen a zebra in the wild. 🦓 You've never been zorbing. You want to go zorbing. You know what zorbing is. You have no desire to go zorbing at all; it doesn't look fun to you. You wish little Z's actually popped up above peoples' heads when they slept. 😴 💤 You used to watch Lizzie McGuire on Disney Channel. 👩 You like the name Suzy. You went to school with a Suzy. You enjoyed reading magazines as a teenager. You've humiliated yourself during Zumba class. You like the Lisa Frank aliens Zorbit and Zoomer. You would travel to Oz if given the chance, and you'd be off to see the wizard! 🧙‍♀️ You like the word "bamboozled." You like pizza. 🍕 You like jazz music. 🎷 You like jazz hands. 🙌 You've taken a jazz dance class. You've met someone named Liz. You've gotten buzzed from drinking booze. 🥃 You used to watch the show Invader Zim. You like the name Zora. You enjoy playing Zelda games. 🎮 Your zodiac sign is Aries. ♈️ Your zodiac sign is Scorpio. ♏️ Your zodiac sign is Aquarius. ♒️ Your zodiac sign is Taurus. ♉️ Your zodiac sign is Sagittarius. ♐️ Your zodiac sign is Gemini. ♊️ Your zodiac sign is Leo. ♌️ Your zodiac sing is Virgo. ♍️ Your zodiac sign is Libra. ♎️ Your zodiac sign is Capricorn. ♑️ Your zodiac sing is Cancer. ♋️ You're familiar with the Azuza Street Revival. You like the name Azteca. You like the name Azalea. You've watched Family Fizz on YouTube. You like Cheez Whiz. You enjoyed this survey. I hope you have a zany, zestful, zealous day!

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nitewrighter · 3 years

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Remember back in the early 2000′s when Disney had a weird fixation with making all of its young live action female actresses sing. Like “Huh, I guess this movie has an Official Original Song too and... it’s being sung be the lead actress?” to varying success.

And like... for some it worked out, like the whole pop star plot of the Lizzie McGuire movie, but like, you’d watch them jam Lindsay Lohan on stage for Herbie Fully Loaded and you’d be like “Wow neither of us wants to be here.” But now it’s worked out that Disney’s eroded the concept of “star” and “celebrity” so much that they don’t really bother doing that, except with, I assume whatever’s going on in the High School Musical sphere? But even there that’s like a collective cast thing like Glee. Any one of those kids can be dropped and replaced at any given time if they present a problem.

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ateez-amanda · 2 years

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3rd Year Anniversary Party

a/n: since I’ve been posting a lot of angst stuff lately I decided to post something lighthearted and you get to see more of amanda's personality. based on this vid. Hope you all like! :)

Disclaimers: none of the photos are mine but the collage is

Masterlist

taglist: @skzfairies [ send an ask if you want to be on the taglist! :) ]

Alright so Amanda dressed up as this picture of her at age 4-5 that went viral after she posted it on universe that her mom found.

She was wearing this sparkly pink sweater, a small pink purse and to top it off she was wearing pink shades and had a pink toy phone to her ear posing like the ✨sassiest queen ever✨

It became a viral meme

Atinys love it bc it’s such a dramatic difference to how she is now

She went from being a girly girl to a total tomboy

Everyone is like what happen in those 16 years

The ✨sass✨ however is the same

Anyways she came in after Mingi, strutting in like the confident queen she is 😎👸🏽 with a dramatic hair flip

Wooyoung: You look like a unicorn threw up on you

Amanda: *slides her sunglasses down a bit and gives him the death glare* You're not getting any candy

Wooyoung: 🤐🤐 I-I mean you look beautiful

Amanda: thank you😊 *opens her purses and hands him some candy*

She really stashed candy in her purse😭

Food is always her top priority

Amanda: BEST DANCER GETS SOME CANDY!

Not her pressing one of the buttons on the toy phone and it playing Lizzie McGuire theme song

Pls all of them starting dancing along to it just for a piece of candy 💃🏽🕺

Amanda: Mingi, I liked your dancing the best! Here *pulls out some candy from her purse and hands some to him*

Mingi: WOW THANK YOU! ＼(^ o ^)／

When Jongho came in, her and Wooyoung bowed, pretending he was their teacher💀

She lost it when Hongjoong came in and said Mingi is the reason he's change the most

Yunho walks in

Amanda: WOW! It’s a giant!!! *pretends to take photos of him with the toy phone*

Cookie Game

All the boys rushing to grab one of the cookies and arguing

And then there’s Amanda just watching them at her desk🧍🏽‍♀️

Girl was too lazy to get up and honestly she didn't care what she got, so she got Mingi to hand her one

Her and Seonghwa peeking at their cookies as they both forgot they weren’t suppose to

But only Seonghwa got caught since Amanda was sitting at the opposite end from Wooyoung and she didn’t announce to everyone what she got

Wooyoung to Seonghwa: AHH! YOU AREN’T SUPPOSED TO LOOK!!

Amanda: 😳 *slowly turns the cookie over and pushes away from her*

San: AMANDA LOOKE-

Amanda: *instantly covers his mouth*

Luckily Seonghwa had already yelled back at Wooyoung and no one heard beside the two of them and Mingi who were beside them, laughing

She ended getting a circle so it’s not too bad

Hongjoong: it would be good if at least 5 of us succeed

Amanda: it would be a miracle if 5 of us succeed

She really has no faith in them😭😭

Amanda was at a serious disadvantage here bc she didn’t grow up in Korea so she had never tried this before

But she incorporated what she learn from squid games and her 21 years of watching variety shows to help her

The girl got so concentrated when she started

Like girl just two seconds ago you could have cared less what shape you got, WHAT HAPPENED???

Not her and Yeosang licking the cookie and when wooyoung immediately failed the two of them shot him without it any hesitation😭

Sanga: BAANG!!🔫 🔫

In the middle of trying to cut out the circle, she was like I can barely see anything and it hit her, she forgot to take off her sunglasses💀

Amanda: ASDFGHJKL I forgot I’m wearing my sunglasses!!🥴

Yeosang: Wow! Nice job dummy

Amanda: Hey! At least I succeed :P *holding up her well crafted circle she cut out* IT’S THE CIRCLE OF LIFE ♬♩♪♩(>◒< )

Jongho: Why are you singing lion king?

Amanda: B/c IT's a Classic!! LET ME ENJOY MY SUCCESS IN PEACE!!😫

She was so proud of herself for succeeding

When they played those trivia games, she was impressed at how much they knew

What’s in the box? game

Amanda was just sitting back watching the members freak out during their turn, laughing her a** off

When Mingi started freaking out, she was like poor baby🥺

She knew this was going to happen even when he said he wasn't scared

And when he began stomping and drooling, she was in LITERAL TEARS from laughing so hard

Yunho just causally answering and finishing it off

The dynamic between the two is seriously amazing

Anyways when it was her turn, the did did rock paper scissor to see who had to go again w/ her

The boys huddled around and Amanda stood on a chair to see bc these boy are all FREAKIN TALL

She was standing behind Hongjoong and sent signals to the rest of the boys to all play paper so Hongjoong could lose and play with her

Hongjoong was so oblivious and fell for it💀💀

Hongjoong: YA! DID YOU ALL PLAN THIS?!

The members: Noooo! Of course not☺️

Someone save Hongjoong from the members

Anyways they decided to go one at a time

Hongjoong being the gentleman he is went first

he really just failed to convince Amanda to go first💀

Amanda being the little devil she is, sneakily put her hand in the box when Hongjoong was trying to work up the courage to put his hand in

And when Hongjoong finally put his hand in the box Amanda quickly held onto his hand

Hongjoong fling his arm out so fast and jump back

Hongjoong: 🙀 🙀YAAAAA! DOn’T dO ThAT!!

Members: 🤣🤣

Amanda:🥺🥺 whyy you don’t want to hold my hand…..😈

Hongjoong: NO!

Amanda: i'm hurt oppa *pretend to be offended*

Seonghwa: You guys got to hurry up!

The way the two forgot they were being timed

Amanda: sorry oppa

Hongjoong: it’s okay

Dahong: 🤝

Amanda put her hand in the box w/o any hesitation, she is fearless

We love a fearless queen👸🏽

The boys felt embarrassed that they weren't like that and started asking for redos🤡🤡

When she felt the object, she felt something chilly and mushy her face went🥶

Amanda: Why is it cold?

Hongjoong: IT's cold??😨

Amanda: And mushy?

Hongjoong: Mushy?!?😨

Amanda: HAVE YOU NOT FELT IT YET?!?! HURRY! Why am I doing all the work???

Amanda: 💡is this ice cream?

Ateez: ICE CREAM?!?!

The way their ears just perked up at the thought of food

Staff: Correct!

Ateez: 🏃‍♂️💨

The members all rushed over to the box like a pack of hyenas

Her and Hongjoong took it out of the box before the others could only to see it was mint chocolate ice cream

Hongjoong & Amanda: 🤢🤢🤢

San: 😍😍😍

Amanda is against mint chocolate ice cream

Mostly bc she doesn't like chocolate in general

They started getting into a heated debate about mint chocolate AGAIN

The editing team had to cut it out💀💀

But while they were arguing Amanda is sitting back at the desk quietly munching on some of her candy from her purse

When they blow out the candle for they cake and she blow air into Jongho hair instead

Jongho: 😒😒 *ready to fight*

Amanda:😊😊

This girl has no fear

Anyways Amanda really enjoyed the games they played and celebrating their 3rd year anniversary

She couldn't believe how much they had accomplished in just the span of 3 years

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newyorkrry · 4 years

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NEED TO TALK ABOUT CALUM’S VOICE NOTES:

him talking about his date w a girl called sian and then he forgot the name bc “maybe i was just an asshole”

"i forgot to eat today and it’s nearly 5pm. shit.”

all the song recs

the SINGING

“that sounds like absolute fuckin arse”

dragging people for using aol and yahoo email accs

“i’m a lil dehydrated, don’t forget 8 glasses of water a day”

the lizzie mcguire theme tune i-

the fake conversation with himself in a british accent?

“we’re all birds” what

“also my cousin’s name. she’s scottish. are you scoTTISH? IS THIS MY COUSIN?”

the girl w a hemmings email address hahaha

he keeps laughing at his own jokes?? my heart

“don’t know why i’m breathing so heavy”

he called himself “LUM” why

burping halfway through one. you couldn’t even make it 20 seconds boy?

“how can you say rabbit without using the letter R? bunny hehe. alright fuck i’m going insane”

just been informed that nicole aniston is a fucking pornstar?? this man

I know he’s messing around and trying to make it less boring or whatever for him to record 100s of these. but he made them all so so personalised and individual for each fan. he’s so funny and so charming. he truly is so earnest and never half-arses anything, it makes me proud. whilst i’m sad that this means i probably didn’t get one from him, it makes me so happy to know how much it would’ve meant to each of these fans.

#do i wanna say 'so' anymore times lmao #yeah theyre so funny i was laughing out loud but also it is EMO HOURS here already now. at 3pm #also the one w the british accent was to 'anna'. no one even calls me that anymore and i flinched lmao #hood #my posts #calum #cth #love of my life #lele talks

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footballerimaginess · 3 years

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Cuddles & Disney

Another original idea! Enjoy x Word Count: 769 "Dommy" you pouted as you walked into the living room where Dom was sitting. You crawled up to him, laying your head on his chest. "Yes baby, where have you been?" he asked. "I don't feel very good, baby is making me feel so sick. I need to be looked after" you pouted. "Oh I am sorry that my little man is making you feel sick" Dom comforted you. "Who says we are having a boy?" you laughed. "My instincts, I just have a feeling" he laughed. "Nahh I am serious. Do you want anything?" you shook your head. "No thank you, but can we just have cuddles. I need looking after you" you whimpered as he stroked your hair. "Sure I can do that" he smiled as he presses his lips to your head. "Can we watch films pleaseeee" you pleaded with him. "Fuck sake, urgh. I suppose so" Dom moaned. "You were the one that said you would look after me today. So if it is Disney films I want, then you cannot complain" Dom huffed again. "Fine" Dom moaned as he passed you the remote control for DisneyPlus.

"Remind me why I got Disney Plus because all you have done is watch this every day" Dom moaned. "Dom if you moan one more time you can go and sit somewhere else, because you are getting on my nerves" you huffed as you covered his mouth to stop him from talking. "Why is UP not on here? I want to watch it. I will have to find it later. But first I am going to watch Cheetah Girls because damn that's a film" you laughed as Dom rolled his eyes. "We are sisters, we stand together" you sang out of your lungs singing Cheetah Girls, much to Dom's disgust. "Are you feeling better by any chance?" Dom asked gently before you bit his head off. "I am feeling a little better, I could do with a drink though? That singing has made me thirsty" you winked. "Urgh you are pushing your luck today princess" you blew him a kiss sarcastically. "Here. No more things please?" he asked as you shook your head. "Thanks" you smiled. You sat up and snuggled up to him again. "I was obsessed with Disney, was you?" you asked Dom. "Hmm a bit, not really though. I mean you must have gone through every film recently" you laughed. "I don't think I have, but Lizzie McGuire is on the list to watch once again. That film is the best. I always wish I was her. Like she was just the best, maybe we can watch the series because you need to see it" you smirked as Dom's face changed again. "I was going to say no, but obviously I am going to have to say yes" he laughed. "You are acting like you hate me, please don't" you pouted as Dom kissed your lips. "I could never hate you pretty girl, but if you sing that fucking song one more time" he sighed. "You absolutely love my singing. I have a voice of an actual angel" you winked. "Yeah if you say so" he tutted. "Honestly that film just makes me feel so much joy, is it because I always wanted to be a cheetah girl. The answer is yes, I did" you smirked. "Now I am watching UP" you smiled. "My favourite film ever, you are going to enjoy it aren't you" you laughed. You put on UP. "I want this to be us, growing old together wherever the world has taken us. This would be really cute, can you imagine us growing old together?" you asked him, glancing up. "Yes I could imagine that. This film does pull at the heart strings though" he smirked. "It does, I just makes me emotional every time" you sighed as you felt a tear roll down your face. "It is cute. But the little boy is adorable. You are such a mess when you watch Disney films. Maybe you should stop watching them. They get your hormones up aren't they" you smirked. "Shh you Dom, you love it" he laughed. "I do, I don't like to admit it baby. I try and pretend I am a hard man instead of one who happily chooses to watch Disney films with you. Now can I choose the next film please" he snatches the remote off of you. "urgh fine. You better make it a good film please" you moaned as he put on more Disney films. "I will, who do you take me for" he groaned. Taglist: @footballffbarbiex @evie-pr @nicolobarella @donkeykai @sanchos-dream @meteora-fc @eatsleepbreathefutbol @footballxixstars if you wish to be tagged, please let me know x

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thedeathdeelers · 3 years

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anyway i woke up with that song from the lizzie mcguire movie stuck in my head for some reason so ofc my mind went

JUKE AU

so like luke & julie have been bffs their whole lives- they’re about to graduate and go on a final school trip to italy (julie nearly drops out cause her mom passed away a little over 9 months ago and she’s just..not feeling it)

but luke and ray and carlos manage to convince her to go

while she’s there she bumps into a rising star in italy (think italian version of bobby wilson i guess idk) and gets tricked into thinking he’s a decent dude and things happen- maybe he uses her for her writing and singing abilities?? luke doesn’t trust him?

anyway all’s well that ends well and juke live happily ever after

#i am a wORDSMITH #i’m so tired #jatp

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defloey · 3 years

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get to know me tag game

thank you for the tag @taemin-jaemin

tagging: @cxsmicmyeon, @royal-aeris, @sehyix, @jageun-ai, @kai-sukidesu and anyone else who wants to do it too, you're welcome to say i tagged you. alternatively feel free to ignore! no pressure, just something if you're bored :)

what day is your birthday? exactly 1 week after sehun's, 19th april 94

what's your favorite color? red

what's your lucky number? 2? it's just the number i like idk if it's lucky

do you have any pets? yas, a dog - cudi

how tall are you? 152cm

how many pairs of shoes do you own? too many and i wear a grand total of 3 on rotation. no i will not cull through my shoes any time soon, or ever.

favorite song? oh god i have too many. for the sake of it, chanyeol's minimal warm

favorite movie? no specific favourite but probably something disney. lilo & stitch, big hero 6 or beauty & the beast

what would be your ideal partner? park chanyeol duh

do you want children? yes, but no more pls lol

have you gotten in trouble with the law? yes?

bath or shower? bath

what color socks are you wearing? blue & white striped

favorite type of music? r&b, hip hop, acoustic

how many pillows do you sleep with? 3

what position do you sleep in? fetal position or on my stomach lol

what you don't like when you're sleeping? being woken up

what do you have for breakfast? toast & eggs

have you ever tried archery? yes, high school phys ed

favorite fruit? peach

favorite swear word? fuck? lol

do you have any scars? do acne scars count

are you a good liar? not sure?? probably not

what's your personality type? infp-t

what's your favorite type of girl? i don't have a favourite type? i just like certain people and they're all different lol

innie or outie? innie

left or right handed? right handed

favorite food? pizza or pasta lmao, most asian cuisine?

favorite foreign food? ..

are you clean or messy? i live in an organised mess, you decide

most used phrase? "lmao" "lol"

how long does it take for you to get ready? i can take anywhere from 10 minutes to 1 hour

do you talk to yourself? yes

do you sing to yourself? too often

are you a good singer? probably not

biggest fear? i don't know anymore, i still don't like clowns lol

are you a gossip? only with certain people?

do you like long or short hair? i used to like short but it's actually more annoying lol, keep it long

favorite school subject? free periods

extrovert or introvert? introverted but extroverted with the right people

what makes you nervous? too many things

who was your first real crush? i don't remember. ethan from lizzie mcguire?! LOL. the himbo love is real

how many piercings do you have? 2, standard ear lobes

how fast can you run?

what color is your hair? a very dark brown

what color are your eyes? a very dark brown

what makes you angry? too many things. injustices, immorality, ignorance, hurt someone i love and i will throw hands

do you like your own name? no opinion tbh

do you want a boy or girl as a child? i have both and there are good/bad about both. but why does it matter lol you could get the same things from any gender

what are your strengths? what is this..a job interview?

what are your weaknesses? again, job interview?

what's the color of your bedspread? white and grey

color of your room? black, white and grey. lots of variety i know

#tag games #get to know me

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fandomgalore-blog · 3 years

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Rating all Disney Channel Original Musical Movies from best to worse. This is rated strictly by JUST the storyline and NOT the music. I already made a list for that.

Also HSM 3, the Lizzie McGuire Movie, and Hannah Montana the movie aren’t gonna be on here since they were theatrical releases. Also, no Sharpay Fabulous Adventure cuz it didn’t really give me musical vibes.

Let’s begin!

1. Lemonade Mouth- This is one of the few musicals on Disney that would be equally as good if there were no music involved. The characters are relatable and likeable, the actors are amazing, and the message is beautiful. Literally one of my fav DCOM’s in general! Everyone needs to see it once!

2. High School Musical 2- dude this movie has some of the most iconic and quotable lines and lyrics from all three movies. Troy is at his peak dramatic teen boy and the choreography is to die for. The gorgeous setting is unique compared to the other two films. Truly one of Disney’s best!

3. Cheetah girls 2- literally the best of the trilogy and no I will not listen to anyone else’s opinion on that. Fantastic settings and costume designs, loved the plots and my god the CHOREOGRAPHY!! And Drew Seeley sings in this too!!

4. Descendants 2- my fav of the trilogy and it has everything to do with the villains of this one and the clothing. We stan Ms. China Anne McClain in this household. Also, Carlos is so adorable in this one!!

5. High school musical- how could this not be in the top 5? It was the start of something new (ha) for many spin offs of this series. It’s still loved and danced to 15 years later. There’s even a tv spin off of it (don’t check it out. The fandom is AWFUL)

6. Camp Rock- Iconic introduction to Demi and the Jonas Brothers who made so many children across the world childhoods better. Iconic ending with iconic songs. I wasn’t too fond of the characters themselves though.

7. Descendants- The first movie is so much fun! We get introduced to our VK’s and get to see them thrive. I loved Carlos and Jay so much in this movie.

8. Camp Rock 2: Final Jam- super fun to rewatch! I’m a huge Jonas Bros fan and love Demi. It’s not nearly as good as the movies above it though if we’re being honest.

9. Teen Beach Movie- I judged this movie so hard before watching it because it looked so corny and I knew it was some love child between Grease and West Side Story. When I finally watched it, I ended up loving it! I love me some Jordan and Ross, so that could be part of it. Super fun story!

10. Let it shine- Of course it’s in the top ten! I adored this film, especially since it took place in my capital city. It was engaging and I loved all the main actors so much. Who knew Everybody Hates Chris had some rapping skills? Also, Chloe and Halle make a cameo!

11. Cheetah girls- tbh I was never too crazy about the first movie and just watch it for the music instead of the plot. Before you come for me, imagine the movie without the music. Boring isn’t it? Yeah...

12. Descendants 3- most definitely the weakest movie in the trilogy. There were too many characters which led to them not knowing what to do with them. Only Mal and Evie really did anything of significance. They introduced characters without using them too. Carlos and Jay are some of the mains but were barely in it.

13. Starstruck- definitely wasn’t Disney’s best musical one. I love the actors in this movie and two of the songs a lot, so maybe that’s why it’s higher than the ones below. But I understand why a lot of people aren’t fans.

14. Zombies- I love the message of teaching kids to be anti-prejudice! I’d put this higher if I didn’t enjoy the movies above more. But the acting was a little cartoony

15. Cheetah Girls 3- I hate to put a cheetah girl movie so low, but if you’ve seen it I think you can agree it just didn’t hit the same without our girl Raven. Also, idky I just wasn’t feeling the storyline as much as the other films.

16. Pixel Perfect- such a fun movie to watch and the only reason it’s this low is because the others have more of an emotional connection to me.

17. Zombies 2- it didn’t slap like the first one to me. Also, they did Megan dirty for making her wear that party city wig

18. Teen beach 2- I did not like this film really at all. The plot seemed insane to me. They should’ve just let the first movie sit by itself.

19. Freaky Friday- I really wasn’t feeling this movie at all. Maybe I’d like it more if I saw the musical live.

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tangledstarlight · 4 years

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so apparently carrie just speaks to me on a level i never saw coming and i got this done waaay quicker then expected. on the plus side to that, this one is like. not as sad as the previous two i swear. also btw. do i think bobby killed his band mates? no probably not. is it funny? yes, yes it is. do i still think he’s lowkey a dick? 100%. but he’s also a good dad.

but anyhoo! carrie doesn't need a redemption arc because she hasn't actually done anything that needs redeeming? she's just made some catty comments. carrie is a good person she just makes some shitty choices and is a typical teenage girl. name one teenage girl who wasn't a bit of a bitch at some point? bet you can't.

ANYWAY!! it’s another 5+1 that’s carrie centric.

also on ao3 (link in comments)

trigger warnings! death mentions (because they’re ghosts), mild swearing.

one.

When Carrie and Julie and Flynn are eight years old they watched The Lizzie Mcguire movie together on the big tv in Carrie’s living room.

They jumped around on the sofa, each taking a corner and hoarding their favourite snacks, making deals when someone wanted a twizzler in exchange for a handful of m&m’s.

They sing along to the songs, making up the words when they don’t know them and strutting around during the fashion show.

They gasp out loud when Paolo is revealed to be a liar and cheer when Isabella sings.

Her mom comes down halfway through the movie, in a too tight dress and heels that make no sense for wearing inside, pauses behind the sofa to watch for a few moments before moving on, into the kitchen and then back upstairs. She doesn’t offer to get them snacks or drinks, to ask who their favourite characters are or if they like the songs.

Carrie doesn’t dwell on any of that though, because she’s with her two best friends and it’s a Friday night so they have a whole weekend together and her dad had promised to take them with him to the studio tomorrow and Carrie couldn’t be happier.

That is until they get to the end of the film and she turns to look at her friends, face as serious as an eight year old can be when she realises what could make the whole weekend even better.

“I want bangs like Lizzie!” She declares, standing up on the sofa and jumping once before falling down to her knees, the cushions not giving enough of a bounce. The two of them share a look, identical wide smiles growing on their faces, they’re eight years old and cutting your own hair is the best idea you can have after all.

“I’ll get the scissors!” Flynn is up and off the sofa, socked feet padding across the floor as she rushes to the kitchen. They’re not allowed to touch the knives or the pans, but the cutlery drawer is open to all.

Carrie sits herself on the living room table, legs just skimming the soft rug underneath it as Julie tilts her head in thought at her, brushing her blonde hair in front of her face and then away. Carrie can’t help but giggle as it tickles her nose and Julie sticks her tongue out in concentration but she’s smiling too.

“I think we just...y’know cut it across here, right?” Julie’s holding a section of her hair between her fingers and makes a snipping motion near her forehead. Carrie has never cut hair before, she’s never even really paid much attention when other people have been cutting hair, but that sounds right to her.

She shrugs, squinting at her two friends through the blonde strands.

“Sounds right to me.”

Flynn nods, holding the scissors out to Julie who shakes her head and then Flynn is scooting next to her on the sofa so they’re both leaning in close.

“You sure about this?” She asks, scissor blades opening around her hair and hesitating, just in case.

“Do it!” And Carrie squeezes her eyes shut in excitement. Already anticipating just how cool her new bangs are going to look.

“What the hell are you doing!?” A loud voice has Carrie’s eyes snapping open and staring wide up at her mom who is half way down the stairs and glaring at the three of them. Flynn has dropped the scissors on the rug and Julie’s hands are shaking as she drops her hair. They’d only managed to cut half of it and Carrie notices that it’s much too short.

“I-” she starts, but her mom cuts her off by storming down the rest of the stairs, heels clicking with every step and standing in front of the three of them, arms crossed and glaring. “I just wanted bangs,” she finishes quietly, eyes down cast and biting her lip.

She hears her mom scoff above her, suddenly seeming so much taller then the three of them sitting down, so Carrie stands up too, pushing herself off the table and trying to make herself feel bigger. Her mom just glares harder, head shaking.

“You’ve ruined your hair. Do you have any idea how long it will take to fix? Ugh, Carrie.” She sounds like she wants to say something else, like she’s restraining herself from certain words. But she just shakes her head again, sparing a glare for both Flynn and Julie before turning around and shouting up the stairs. “Trevor! Get down here!”

They wait in silence, Julie and Flynn fidgeting on the sofa while Carrie discreetly tries to wipe away tears she hadn’t realised were falling. Her dad comes down the stairs, black jeans and some fancy loose shirt that hangs open and pause when he reaches the bottom. Takes in her mom glaring and Flynn and Julie sitting quietly and her badly cut hair. Her dad smiles wide and lets out a loud laugh that startles them all.

Her mom turns her glare on him and Carrie feels herself letting out a breath, not sure what she had been scared about but knowing she had been scared. While she's not thinking about that, her mom and dad have started arguing. They do that a lot. Carrie sits down between Flynn and Julie on the sofa when they make room for her, Flynn resting her head on her shoulder while Julie takes her hand, interlocking their fingers.

“Sorry I cut it too short,” Flynn whispers as the shouting gets louder, none of them paying any attention to what's being said.

“Not your fault,” she replies with a shrug, raising Flynn’s head as she does so and making the girl laugh.

“Oh whatever! You deal with her then!” Her mom shouts, and Carrie flinches, just a little at the way she says ‘her’. She doesn’t mean to make her mom mad, but it’s like all she seems to do these days. From the corner of her eye she can see Julie frowning, looking over their shoulders and deep furrow appearing on her brow. The way she looks whenever she’s thinking about telling someone off.

They don’t get to see what Julie might do, because there’s feet stomping up the stairs and then her dad is sitting on the living room table in front of them and he’s smiling again. Even if it’s not as big as before, Carrie still smiles back.

“Don’t think hairdressing is in your future Flynn,” he says and Flynn laughs and it’s like the strange tension that had formed around them is broken.

“Sorry I cut my hair dad,” she says quietly, because she feels like she needs to. But her dad just shrugs, leans forward and brushes the still too long strands out of her face and shakes his head at the much too shorter ones, but he’s smiling.

“It’s just hair kiddo, it’ll grow back. And I’m sure between the four of us we can make this more rockin’, huh? Used to help a friend cut his hair way back when, y'know,” he gets a slightly far away look on his face when he says that but it’s gone in a blink and Carrie thinks maybe she just imagined it.

He helps them cut the rest of her bangs, feathering out the edges and making it look not so bad anymore, then he sits with them, sharing their snacks and singing along while they watch The Cheetah Girls.

And he must drape blankets over them after they fall asleep, Carrie thinks, because when she wakes up in the morning they’re curled together in one corner of the sofa, warm and safe.

two.

Carrie didn’t think she was a bad person. She just sometimes did a bad thing. But she did it for a good reason. At least she thought it was a good reason, it was the only plan she could come up with at least. It wasn’t like she had hurt anyone. Other than her dad's annoying PR managers head. But Carrie had never liked her anyway, they were always too smiley - in that fake, overly friendly way, not like Julie or Julie’s mom who smiled a lot and never in that way that didn’t reach their eyes.

Carrie didn’t like fake people. People who made promises that they didn’t keep. People who made plans only to forget about them.

Her mom had been full of both. Empty promises and forgotten plans. Always saying one thing and then doing the opposite. Always smiling at her with that half smile that never reached her eyes or seemed like it was really meant for her.

She didn’t know if it was her fault or her dads, because she did it to both of them. Made her fake promises and half smiles.

And then she left.

She left before Carrie even got home from school. Mrs Molina had dropped her off at the front door like she did every Wednesday afternoon and Carrie had been excited all day, she remembers, talking none stop on the car ride over, because her mom had promised to take her to the beach.

But the house is empty when they get inside, Carrie calling out and getting no answer and Julie’s mom is looking at a post-it note (she'll remember that very clearly later on, when she's older, that her mom had left a post-it note with a single sentence. Not even a letter) on the kitchen counter, her face going pale in a way Carrie has never seen before. Julie is standing next to her, one small hand holding her small hand as they look around confused.

When Carrie thinks back to that day now, to being ten years old and struggling to understand why her mom isn’t coming home, all she can remember is that it wasn’t her dad that hugged her and dried her tears. Her dad had barely said five words to her before shutting himself in his bedroom with music barely blocking out the sounds of shattering glass. Mrs Molina had helped her pack some clothes and taken her home with her and Julie.

It was three weeks later when her dad showed up at the Molina’s house and took her home.

And Carrie knows he hasn’t left her, has always come back to get her. But Carrie also knows that when she needed her dad the most he wasn’t there. Didn’t seem to have anytime for her at all because he was too busy with himself.

So she starts stealing things. Lip sticks and candy bars and cheap plastic bracelets. The only way she knows how to get his attention is to do something wrong. To do something that is classed as bad.

She sits in the uncomfortable hard plastic chair, eyes on the doorway behind the security guard and waits. They’d called her dad as soon as she’d coughed up a name and number and now they were waiting to see who would show up. The guard might have been hoping for her dad, maybe he wanted to get an autograph, but Carrie knew it would be an assistant of an assistant or if she was really lucky maybe even Mrs or Mr Molina. But only if her dad was talking to them again. He was pretty good at losing people she noticed.

There’s a knock at the door and in steps as assistant she’s never met before, but he’s got a blackberry in one hand and bluetooth headset on, talking rapidly to someone on the other end.

“Hi, I’m here to get Carrie Wilson. I’m Dave, one of Mr Wilson's assistants and I’m hoping we can get this all sorted out with minimal fuss.” He’s got one of those wide fake smiles that all her dads PR people have and Carrie rolls her eyes, slumps down in her chair and stops listening to the conversation.

Maybe she just had to steal something bigger, more expensive. Something that her dad couldn’t ignore her over.

three.

For most of her life, Carrie has been Julie Molina’s best friend. It’s one of the few constants that she can rely on when everything else seems to be constantly changing around her.

Until suddenly it’s not.

And it’s her own fault.

Carrie knows this, knows she’s brought it on herself, knows that the only one to blame is herself. But she does it anyway. Can’t seem to stop herself from saying the words she knows will hurt the most.

It’s almost like she’s watching the scene unfold from above, can see herself talking and smirking, can see the moment Julie and Flynn realise she’s being serious. Carrie can pinpoint the exact moment she destroys her friendship with both Julie and Flynn.

And it’s funny, because on Saturday morning all she had wanted to do was talk to the two of them, to share her excitement with them about everything she was learning while watching her dad record. All the ideas she had for Dirty Candi and how one day they’d be able to do the ultimate collab with Double Trouble.

She’s rewatching an old video of the three of them performing some half-finished song and dance routine between classes, Julie and Flynn trying to help her figure out how to make it flow better for her group. She’s thinking maybe they need to be spaced out a little more, maybe add in a spin or individual moves, with a pen-lid between her teeth Carrie turns to a fresh page in her note book and makes some small notes.

“Is that your group?” Someone asks over her shoulder and Carrie turns to see the producer her dad has hired for his newest album watching her video.

“Oh, no, no! These are just my friends, they were helping me work out the dance routine,” she smiles at him, because she’s proud and he seems impressed and while everyone always whispers how Carrie can get a record deal because of her last name alone, she wants to get one because she deserves it, has earned it herself.

“That one singing is really good, it’s not you is it?” He asks and Carrie feels her smile freeze in place just for a second before she relaxes and shakes her head.

“No that’s my friend Julie. This is me singing now,” she adds, tilting her phone a little in his direction as she sees herself dancing in the middle and singing aloud.

“Huh,” is all he says with a pleasant smile on his face. But Carrie has been around people like him all her life and she knows when someone is giving a fake smile and she hates it. “Well, you let me know if your friend there ever wants to record something, alright?” And then he’s walking away, back to fiddle with dials and bars and talking to her dad. Not even realising the storm he’s unleashed in her mind.

Carrie ignores her phone for the rest of the weekend, doesn’t reply to any texts or acknowledge anything she’s tagged in. She moves silently through the house, her mind whirling with jealousy and anger and annoyance. Julie is her best friend, she knows she’s talented, has always supported her. There’s nothing new about this information.

But there’s something about the producer, watching the three of them perform and him singling out Julie over her, even while she’s sitting right there. It buries itself in her mind, digging in roots and taking hold and Carrie can’t shake it.

The growing jealousy she’s never experienced directed at her friends before.

So wrapped up in her own thoughts and emotions, she doesn’t even realise the moment she comes to a decision.

It is, arguably, the worst decision she could ever make.

(And in a few years time when she's older and wiser, Carrie knows she’ll look back on it and know this was the moment when she let herself become something she hated, fake and insecure. And she'll hate herself more than she does at the very moment it happens.)

All she knows is that Monday morning at school as Julie is smiling at her and Flynn is waving, both trying to ask about her weekend, Carrie plasters on a fake smile (and she hates herself for it, hates the way it feels on her face, hates the way it changes her eyes), she tosses her hair over her shoulder and says the words that burn a fifteen year friendship to the ground.

It’s later that week, when Carrie is at home doing homework and her dad strolls into the kitchen and asks her where Julie and Flynn are that she finally, fully realises just what she’s done.

“We’re not friends anymore dad,” she says, tucking blonde hair behind her ear and trying to focus on her maths work. She can see him pause at the fridge, turning curious and worried eyes on her, his mouth opening to say something when she cuts him off with a shake of her head. “We’re not friends, it doesn’t matter. Just drop it, okay?”

And, thankfully, he does. Carrie doesn’t think she’d know how to explain herself if he hadn’t.

four.

She finds an old demo cd and a tattered notebook tucked between a book on The Rolling Stones and an unopened copy of some Gordon Ramsey cookbook. The name Sunset Curve on a black background stands out to her and she flips it over to look at the short track list. She doesn’t recognise any of the titles but she knows it must have some importance if her dad has kept it.

Walking over to the stereo she opens the case up, pops out the cd and has it halfway into the machine when she drops it, eyes caught on the pull out and the half of a face she can see.

She knows that face. Has seen it on stage more in the last few months then she would like. But he was supposed to be a hologram of some guy from Sweden. Frowning, she slips the pull out free, there’s a printed out sheet of paper folded in quarters too she notices but ignores it for now, instead slowly opening up the pull out poster. Four faces look back at her, and she recognises three of them from Julie’s band.

The bassist who keeps winking at Kayla, the drummer who seems to pour everything he has into the song, the guitarist who looks at Julie like she’s hung the damn moon.

And her – it’s her dad.

Younger, clean shaven, hair a little shorter and without sunglasses. But it’s him, she’d know his eyes anywhere, they look back at her in the mirror each morning. Carrie can feel her frown deepen, bites her lip as she tries to work out why her dad is in a band photo with Julie’s hologram band.

The second sheet of paper crinkles in her fingers and she forces her eyes away from the pull out and unfolds that instead. There’s another photo of the band, and she idly thinks it must be from the same photoshoot because they’re wearing almost the exact same outfits.

It’s an article, she realises as her eyes glance down at the words and then back to the photo only to dart straight back to the headline. In bold block print is the words that have her hands shaking and eyes clouding over in confusion.

A Hollywood Tragedy. 1995.

She looks from the article to the boys faces, wracking her mind to try and remember exactly what Julie’s band looked like. But she doesn’t think there’s any possible way she’d forget any of their faces. Not that it answered any of the questions now crowding in her head.

Because the only explanation she was coming to was fucking ghosts and that didn’t seem like an explanation at all.

Though it would explain why her dad had been acting so strange ever since The Orpheum. Why he’d been cagey and cautious and asking so many questions about Julie lately. If her band had died in 1995 and were suddenly out performing with her kids ex friend, she’d be acting a little weird too.

Carrie can’t stop the laugh that bubbles past her lips, it sounds strangled and half deranged to her own ears and she’s not sure what to do. How to process this information in her hands. She remembers the notebook she’s holding then, a heavy weight in her hand and she can see doodles and words scribbled over the cover. She can’t decipher some of them, but over and over in different styles is that band name. Sunset Curve.

Hands still shaking Carrie sets the cd, pull out and printed article on top of the stereo and takes in a deep breath, counts to five in her head and blows it out. Her mind is still racing but she feels a little steadier in herself. She flips through the notebook quickly seeing nothing but words upon words littering the pages in handwriting that is nothing like her dads.

Opening the book to a random page she reads. There lyrics, she realises with a jolt. Lyrics she recognises. Lyrics she has sung along to whenever her dad’s song came on the radio.

Lyrics he hadn’t written?

She turns to another page and then another, flipping through half the book and recognising nearly every song she finds. She pauses, not realising how fast and hard she’d begun to breath until she’s trying to suck in air as her heart races. Because these are her dad’s songs but his writing isn’t anywhere in this book.

Turning it to the first page she gets an answer as to why.

There, in block print, underlined and circled, the clearest the writing had been throughout it all, as if the owner had been warning people to stay away from it, was the words: PROPERTY OF LUKE PATTERSON.

And Carrie can’t even think to stop the laugh that leaves her mouth, or the small choked sob that follows. She had always wondered why her dad had written and recorded a song called My Name is Luke.

Now she had her answer.

It wasn't his fucking song.

She’s sitting on the ground, back against a bookcase and legs spread out in front of her, making her way through the notebook slower now, taking in each song, when her dad finds her. He’s got his mouth open, like he was going to ask her something when he freezes in the doorway. Noticing the notebook, the cd, the poster. Carrie can’t remember seeing her dad ever looking so worried or horrified.

“You stole his songs,” is all she says as she looks up at him. There’s no need to mention a name, they both know who she’s talking about.

“Carrie–” he starts, but either he doesn’t know what he’s going to say or just can’t form the words, whatever it is Carrie watches as he stumbled, mouth opening and closing as nothing comes out.

“You never said you were in a band,” because that’s another new thing Carrie has learnt today. Her dad used to be part of a band and then that band had died and he had stolen their songs.

“It was–” he pauses again, sucks in a breath and lets one out. “It was a long time ago. And they– they died, Carrie. I went to three funerals. They were dead, but their songs were– His songs were there and they deserved to be heard.” He doesn’t mention their names, Carrie notes as she nods her head at him, her eyes going back to the notebook of stolen songs in front of her.

“You can’t say anything about this to anyone. Any of it. We don’t know what’s going on, how Julie knows about them. If they’re–” He doesn’t say the word, but it hangs there in the silence between them. Ghosts. But he keeps talking, not letting her say anything. “None of that matters. You can’t mention anything to anyone. About Sunset Curve, or about the songs.”

Carrie snaps her head up to him, opens her mouth to say something. To say how it’s wrong and how he stole them and how his first two albums weren’t even really his. But her dad is talking again, and he’s crouched down in front of her now, hands resting on her knees and staring at her with wide eyes.

“This could ruin me Carrie. You can’t say anything, okay? Please."

She looks at him, bites her lip as she looks back at the notebook and then back at her dad. Nods her head once. It’s been twenty five years, even if they were ghosts did it even really matter anymore? (She did her best to ignore the little voice in her head that told her it did.)

five.

When Nick broke up with her, Carrie had cried into her pillow for an hour. She’d watched five different rom-coms and eaten half a tub of ice cream. She’d written a song that Dirty Candi would never perform but helped her get her emotions out all the same.

Carrie thinks she’s experienced heartbreak before. When she fully realised that her mom wasn’t coming back, when she figured out that no matter how many times she was nearly arrested her dad wouldn’t be coming to the mall to pick her up, when she set fire to a lifelong friendship and watched tears she had caused fall.

All of those were heartbreak, she thinks. They’d all hurt her in ways she was still trying to understand. Old wounds that had scabbed over badly and were starting to get infected.

But this heartbreak is different. It hurts, but when she examines the metaphorical wound on her heart it doesn’t hurt to poke at it. Not like it still hurts to think about her mom or Julie. When her dad had found out, he’d told her a first break up was always the worst, but that you could get some killer songs out of it.

(Now, knowing all that she knows, she wonders how many of his heart broken songs were actually written by him and how many were written by his dead band mates.)

The small cut on her heart gets a plaster and she picks up her emotions and stuffs them back into place and she puts her fake smile on her face and by Wednesday when she next sees Nick it’s like there hadn’t been any hearts breaking at all.

She does so well in fact, at ignoring Nick, at pretending the last few years with him hadn’t happened, that she almost doesn’t notice the changes.

They’re subtle really. The way he walks down the hallways. The way he holds himself just a little straighter, but leans just a little on an angle. The way he says onomatopoeia in english class without stuttering once even though Carrie knows he’s never been able to say it fully.

It’s all these little things that people who don’t know him wouldn’t notice. But she does. There’s something wrong with Nick and Carrie, well she doesn’t know what she’s supposed to do about it. If she’s even supposed to do something about it.

He broke up with her after all.

So she watches as Nick watches Julie, as he talks to Flynn, as he goes about his day just being a little off. And she doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t do anything. She doubts anyone would listen to her even if she did say something.

It’s none of her business, that’s what she keeps telling herself. Nick broke up with her, and her heart broke just a little and now she has no responsibility for whatever is going on. It’s what she tells herself. She hopes she’ll start believing it soon.

+one.

There comes a moment, Carrie thinks, when you have to choose who you want to be in life.

If you want to be a liar and fake and jealous, and ignore your mistakes.

Or if you want to put aside the jealousy, smile freely and care deeply, and own up to the wrongs you’ve caused.

Right and wrong.

Wrong and right.

Carrie’s pretty sure if someone was to tally up her life choices there would be more marks in the wrong column then the right one.

But she’s seventeen and she’s pretty sure there’s still plenty of time to change it.

She hasn’t stood in front of the Molina’s front door in a long time, she can barely even remember a time when she’d rung the doorbell (that’s not true, she remembers the last time she’d pressed the bell and it’s a memory she chooses not to focus on, there had been too much black, too many tears, and she hadn’t found the strength to even offer Julie a hug, but she’d tried to make Carlos smile and hoped that would be enough.), and she certainly doesn’t remember ever feeling so anxious as she stands outside.

She shuffles her feet, pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and counts to ten in her head. She’s holding a plain brown gift bag in one hand, the rope handle rough along her palm and it’s grounding. She rubs her thumb along and it once and rings the doorbell.

There’s a few seconds of silence followed by the sound of steps on the other side, someone shouting something that gets lost in the distance and then the door is opening and Ray Molina is looking at her. He blinks, an eyebrow quirking up and then he’s smiling at her, like he’s always smiled, warm and friendly and open and real.

“Carrie! What a surprise. Looking for Julie?” There’s mild curiosity in his tone, but none of the animosity she’s always thought should be there. She’d made his daughter cry after all, shouldn’t he hate her on principle alone?

“If she’s around,” Carrie replies with her own smile, smaller and dimmer but she hopes it’s just as real. She’s still trying to work it out.

“In the garage. Knock before you go in,” he nods around to the back of the house, gives her an encouraging smile and watches as she walks away. She hears the door shut only when she’s out of sight. And then she’s stood in front of another door. There’s sounds of laughing inside, the clash of cymbals like someones knocked into them, muffled voices all talking over each other. It all sounds very happy. She hopes she isn't about to ruin it.

She tightens her grip on the gift bags in her hand. When she had thought of what to do, when she had planned out every step and action and word, it hadn’t seemed so daunting. But now that she’s actually here, Carrie has never been so afraid.

But she needs to thank them, she needs to apologise to them.

All of them.

Julie and her band of ghosts.

She frowns at the thought, it only just occurring to her that she’s going to have to explain that she knows they’re ghosts. Though she supposes maybe the contents of the gift bag will do that. She hopes it does, she squeezes her eyes shut and rubs a hand across them.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

She could still turn around, walk away, act like she had never been here, pretend that she’d never decided she wanted to right some wrongs.

She's half a step away from turning fully around when a voice whispers a stern ‘no’ in her mind. She’s not sure whose voice it is, though it is familiar and almost comforting. Blowing out a breath, straightening her spine and pushing blonde locks behind her shoulders, Carrie knocks on the studio door.

There’s whispers from the other side, someone shushing someone else and then Julie is poking her head around the door and her eyes are widening as they land on Carrie.

“Carrie. What uh– what are you doing here?” She asks, confusion clear by the furrow between her brows and the weary look in her eyes. Carrie swallows and does her best to smile, small and unforced. She’s not sure it works if the growing weary look in Julie’s eyes is anything to go by.

“I um…” Carrie closes her eyes for a second before opening them and nodding once. “I needed to talk to you. You and your band. And before you say anything about them being holograms, I know they’re in there. I heard them, actually I can still hear them they’re terrible at whispering.”

Because she can clearly hear someone saying her name and another mentioning something about dancing and a very clear ‘maybe it’s about the haunting?’ ‘shut up Reg!’. Julie glares, this time over her shoulder at where Carrie guesses the guys are meant to be keeping quiet. But she opens the door a little wider and gestures for Carrie to come in. She waits to let out her relieved sigh until Julie isn’t looking her way.

The studio garage looks the same as it always has, warm and inviting and inspiring. She suddenly remembers why they’d always spent so much time out here as kids. But there’s changes too, a drum kit set up, guitars and a bass in stands, clothes littered on chairs and draped over the banister of the loft.

And of course the three ghosts. They’re a pretty big change.

They’re stood looking at her.

Her dad’s dead ex-best friends.

His ex-dead-ex-best friends.

In the months since she first found the demo cd Carrie has done her best to learn a little about them all, out of curiosity more than anything. But it certainly helps now, to know who each of them are without an introduction.

Alex, with his pink hoodie and hat on backwards has his head tilted, eyeing her curiously even as he taps a drumstick against his leg, but there’s also a slight smile on his lips and he even waves awkwardly with his free hand, Carrie thinks that’s a pretty good sign. Reggie has his hands stuffed into his jeans pockets, rocking slightly on the balls of his feet and eyes wandering from her to Alex to Julie to Luke and back again, almost as if he’s unsure and Carrie can’t blame him, she’s pretty unsure too. Luke is glaring at her, sort of at least, his eyebrows are drawn together and his lips are scrunched to the side and his arms are crossed across his chest, and you don’t have to be a body language expert to know what that means.

“Look, I don’t want to interrupt and you can. You can tell me to get out if you want. I just–” She pauses, takes a breath and tries to slow down. “I just wanted to thank you.” There’s four identical looks of confusion on their faces and Carrie really tries not to roll her eyes but she fails. “For saving Nick. Or finding the real Nick again? I’m not sure what you did. But I know it’s because of you guys that he’s Nick again and that he’s okay. And I just– I wanted to thank you for that.”

Whatever they had been expecting her to say, Carrie knows it wasn’t that. Luke goes from glaring to gaping at her, Reggie stops rocking and almost falls in the process, Alex has stilled his hands and Julie has taken a half a step towards her, eyebrows raised.

“How do you– I– We–” Julie starts, fumbles, throws her hands in the air and looks at the boys for help.

“How’d you know we had anything to do with it? Not that we know anything about it,” Alex winces, almost as if he hadn’t meant to say that last bit and this time Carrie means to roll her eyes at them.

“Yeah okay, lets not do the pretending thing. I don’t know all the details, I just know you guys helped him. And that you’re ghosts.” It was Carrie’s turn to wince now. She hadn’t quite meant to blurt that last bit out like that. And now they were really staring at her. And all shouting at the same time while Julie was pacing and Carrie stepped forward and pushed the brown gift bag into Lukes hands.

They all shut up as he held it at arms length and looked at her.

“Just– just open it.” Is all she can say, biting her lip and looking anywhere but at them.

She hears the sound of sellotape being unpeeled and the crinkle of paper and then a soft gasp.

“Is that–” Reggie starts and Carrie forces herself to look at them again. Alex and Reggie and Julie are looking at the notebook that Luke is holding carefully in his hands, but Luke himself is looking at her. Eyes a little wide and mouth opening just a little like he’s trying to find words to say.

“I also came here with an apology,” she licks her lips and looks at Julie, because it’s Julie she really needs to say this too. “I’ve made a– a lot of bad choices in the last few years. And I think… I think a lot of them involved hurting you Jules and I’m. I’m sorry. For being a bitch. For not saying anything. For everything.”

She’s not sure what reaction she is hoping for. Or what reaction she even wants. Forgiveness would be the best, but she’s pretty sure that has to be earned. Or something like that. Julie just keeps looking at her, and Luke seems to realise that she’s not going to say anything, that she needs a moment, so he’s stepping forward, notebook still held in one hand.

“How’d you know this was mine?” He asks and there's such a serious look on his face that Carrie can’t help but laugh.

"Your names on the front page. In like, huge letters, and circled. And underlined.”

“Riiight,” he draws the word out, one hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he laughs and suddenly Alex and Reggie are laughing too, pushing his shoulder and Luke is saying something about it being 'a long time ago, shut up'. And then Julie is standing next to her, knocking her shoulder lightly with her own.

“Thank you, for bringing him his songs back. And for the apology,” Julie gives her a small smile and nods her head towards where the boys have gathered around the piano, notebook open in front of them as they look at old songs. It’s an invitation, an offer, small and inconsequential. She can say no. Could walk away.

But Carrie is tired of making the wrong choices in her life. Wants to make a few right ones instead. Rebuilding her friendship with Julie, with Flynn too eventually, returning lost work to ghost band mates. It’s a good start, she thinks.

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