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holyghostbelle · 2 months

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STEVE HARRINGTON MUST DIE

Its been a year since someone spread a rumour to you school that you've sucked off half the football team in one night. one year of catcalls, one year of graffitied lockers and bullying, so when you find out his majesty king Steve is behind the rumour its time to take drastic action against him. King!Steve x reader

chapter one:

SLUT is written haphazardly across your locker, the sharpie is smeared unevenly and you spit into a tissue hopping it takes even a little bit of the black ink off, your going to kill who ever keeps doing this, your promise you will, well maybe not kill, maybe throw a milkshake over them or paint on their car.

It's the fourth time this month and you grimace as the janitor moves you out the way taking a jar of rubbing alcohol to remove the lovely compliment across your locker, at least it wasn't the sherbet candy like last time, poured in through the crack of the door with spray with perfume, all over your fucking shoes, they stuck the the ground for a week.

Eddie leans across the locker next to you and smiles. “ they spelt it right this time” you smile remembering the backwards ‘s’ and extra ‘e’

“Idk i kinda like slute , felt french, come on freak were going to be late for art”

“Okay wench”

That's what you liked about Eddie, his light heartedness towards the shit you got from the cool preppy kids, it didn't matter if they insulted him or you for that matter, words were just words at the end of the day. But anything more and you'd both throw a punch for each other.

You sit next to each other at the back of class and paint. Eddies drawing some kind of monster with a head and jaws unhinged a Demogorgan? You don't bother to learn the name, apart from the fact he is totally obsessed with Dungeons and Dragons. You usually gossip or talk about music, mainly the music for your band. “Satanic panic” formed after the christian hate of all things nerdy.

Watched the exorcist movie? Liked a Metallica song? Took out a Stephen King novel from the library? Or do you carry a crystal around in your bag? Well bad news kids you're a satanist you've been possessed by the devil ! Come join the local gay hating church where we rid you of sins and put you in pressed yellow shirts and blue slacks, your sins will all be but forgotten!

“Are you coming to steves tonight?” Eddie grins, he shades in the mouth area as you collage words from the newspaper on to the cast of Baywatch.

“Yeah of course! I love watching the popular kids get drunk and embarrass themselves” you look over to Tommy and Carol sitting at the table next to you, there with other kids you don't remember the names of carbon copies of whatever stars have been making the rounds on MTV.

‘Ricks got the shit stuff in again but I'm gonna say it's skunk, you know ?”

"Good idea, saving the good shit for us huh?”

He laughs at you, and you gaze at the popular table, carols missing and then something splashes over the table and your hair is all wet , it drips off your face and stains your work and the table a dark red, you look up at her and she winces.

“Oh I'm so sorry” she pouts and then laughter fills the room. Eddie looks at you with concern, gripping at your arm to stop you from throwing a punch, you wipe your hair and grasp at her shoulder “it's okay i get it its a mistake” you smile and take your hand away leaving a red stain on her white cashmere jumper.

‘Oh im so sorry” you fake wince as if you didn't mean too and then you stand. You tower over her by two inches in your boots smiling as you walk away.

You roll your eyes in the corridor, going to your locker to grab an extra shirt.

You blindly pull yourself into the bathroom and witness the mess your left with, dark paint water stains your face like blood, your hair is a sopping mess and the shirt you have on its covered in lumps of paint, you shed the shirt leaving it on the floor before rinsing your hair and face under the sink, then your grab some tissue and rub at your forehead where the acrylic has started to dry. The door swings open and foot steps approach you.

“You're in the boys bathroom”

You turn your head under the sink to look at whoever has approached, it's the almighty, King Steve . Your eyes widen and you glance over the urinals in the mirror.

“Fuck” you squeeze the water out of your hair and rinse your hands quickly. Grabbing your shirt off the floor, you turn to exit. Steve grabs your arm and stops you.

“You're not wearing a shirt,” he grins and you look down at your chest, lacy black bralette covering you.

You look into his eyes as you shove the clean shirt on. He takes a piece of tissue and wipes the red from around your eyes.

“your pretty when you're not being mean”

You snatch the tissue out of his hand and throw it in the bin as you swing the door open.

“Asswipe”

“Slut!” he shouts at you, as you flick the middle finger towards him.

“He's kinda an asshole” Eddie sips his beer, hand wet with condensation, the paper label is already peeling.

“Who, Billy?” you gaze at the glorified Calvin Klein model of a high-schooler, his button up is undone and the crowd of girls are screaming as he does another body shot off sweaty tanned skin. He winks as he catches your gaze, licking his lips and gesturing you over your face shrivels up in disgust , shaking your head a very clear no.

“No, Steve” he mutters.

And then you glance at Steve. He leans over another senior high-schooler, glancing down into her eyes and you can tell that her legs are just about to wobble in anticipation. Her hair falls into her face and he pushes it behind her ear, calculated. She swoons and blushes hiding her face in her hands and then he pulls them away and says something. Whatever that is, it's enough because she's grasping at his striped shirt. Steve notices that he's being stared at and he meets your eyes, his hand waves and you scoff into your beer, eyes squinting.

You tuck your now clean hair behind your ear, “He's a slut yeah, he's not as bad as the others.” Your head cocks to the side as you ponder. You're standing in Steve's house, against the white wall, eddies made about 200 hundred dollars in the past hour from selling coke and weed to the local crowd, he doesn't tell you this but he always sneaks a twenty into your pocket before you leave.

“He broke Jonathan's camera like last year.”

“Okay but in his defence! I heard from Julie who heard from Carol that he was taking photos of that sophomore Nancy getting undressed, hiding in a bush”

“He's a bully, he plays around with girls hearts and he only invites us because i sell drugs”

“Okay so he's an asshole, but he's only ever called me a few names” you shrug sipping you beer as you look over to Eddie, his mohawk has nearly grown out from his punk stage and now he rocks a greasy mullet, his curls tucked behind his ears, you're happy you convinced him to not dye his hair pink, telling him he would get half as many girls as he already did, putting him into the negatives.

Eddie’s head looks down, his hand bushing back the tiny curls around his forehead.“Oh fuck-okay! Please don't kill me” he put his hands up in defence.

“Spit it out Munson”

“He's the one that started to the rumour that you sucked off half the football team last year”

You clench your teeth, squinting at Eddie before hitting the upside of his head.

“What the fuck Eddie you didnt think to tell me ? I was blaming Heather the whole time, I'm gonna go over there” your back parts the wall quickly in a fit of rage before Eddie's hand grabs your arm back and you meet the wall again.

“Don't fight him,Jesus!”

You clench your fists.

“Eddie, people still call me a slut, you know what happened today and I was told if I get one more mark on my locker I have to pay to get it painted over.”

Eddie sighs, staring at you as his eyebrows raise. "starting a fight with Steves not even gonna work, he wouldn't hit you, you're a girl”

“But you could” you smile “He's put me through hell for a year, all because of a stupid rumour.”

“If i hit the guy i lose business, look don't do anything drastic, please”

You smile at Eddie, it's mischievous, the smile takes up your whole face, your eyes are alert and you laugh to yourself.

“For fucks sake, Go on” he asks intrigued, eyes rolling.

“Okay, you make a bet with Steve"

“What bet?”

“Something like, i won't date him or say i love you, and then he gains a guilty conscious and tells me it's all a bet because he really likes me, and i tell him oh i knew the whole time, and hes like devastated bcs i was in on it and i don't like him”

“All because he told the school you're a cocksucker, what if he tells you I made a bet?”

You look at him in the eye and nod “for all the girls he's ever treated like shit Eddie, like really teach him a lesson, make that asshole think he can't do whatever he wants, you said it yourself, he's an asshole, besides he's not gonna tell me if there's something he can get out of it, Men like games”

“That's horrid and insane.” he smiles.

“What can I say, I'm a feminist”

Eddie sighs, and then laughs, “okay”

“Really? Oh my god, okay, I'm gonna go out for a joint, act really drunk tell him i hate him and then make the bet , and hit on the girl so she leaves or whatever”

Eddie slaps his face, shaking his hair and then chugs down the beer, he smiles and you watch him head over, you give Steve a dirty look, turn and head outside passing Billy's half naked body pouring shots.

There's a slight chill in the air, it's not warm enough for people to get in the pool this time of year so you watch couples hunching together on lawn chairs with blankets wrapped around each other. You glance over your shoulder, seeing Eddie point at you through the glass doors and then you catch Steve's eye, you play it coy. Lighting your joint and looking him up and down. You face the pool again. Wrapping your bomber jacket around yourself as the wind hits your face.

“Brought you a blanket.” you feel something get wrapped around your shoulders and you hide your smile. Looking up at Steve, he's just about six feet.

“Thanks” you say nodding. Inhaling your joint and blowing the smoke out directly on his face.

His eyes gaze up and down at yours and he leans against the wooden railing of the decking.

“Parties huh.” he sighs looking off into the distance one hand smoothing his hair back.

There's a pause “Oh! You don't like them?” you ponder, eyebrows raising. You hear the beat of the Bangles behind you, and a smashing of glass.

“Not really, but you know, gotta make appearances.” he shrugs.

“This is your house, Steve, you invited everyone” you laugh.

He looks at you, head cocking to the side and then he grabs your hand, his thumb rubbing softly against your palm. “yeah” he bites his bottom lip. And you blink through your lashes at him.

He takes your joint from your hand, breathing it in and then he just walks away. And you're utterly confused, you look at Eddie through the glass door who puts his hands up questioning and you shake your head confused eyebrows furrowed and robbed of half a joint, blanket hanging off your shoulder.

What the fuck.

“So I told him, you like to hate his guts” Eddie grunts, hand against the wheel of his beat up van, he inhales his cigarette and throws it out the window with ease “and he laughed like actually laughed and then said, No one hates me, this will be easy and I was like oh yeah wanna make a bet? and then he was like her?! Easiest three five of my life!" and then he left.”

“Wow, Dick oh I can't wait to ruin his little life. Rich cunt” you smile as Eddie pulls into the trailer park, parking at his trailer. He looks at you, sprawled across the car seat, your legs pulled up on the chair to avoid getting beer and fast food all over your white shoes.

“Well, what did he say?”he asks.

‘Oh shit! yeah, urm he said he has to make appearances at parties” you bunny ear at the sentence, laughing “and then i was like Steve this is your house, and he grabbed my hand and looked me in the eyes for like a minute, stole my joint and just walked off ? I’m so confused” You push your hair back out your face, snatching your bag up from the seat. “can i stay over tonight i way too high to drive home” you ask.

‘You know you don't have to ask, just be quiet, Wayne's sleeping.” he pats your thigh.

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spicywhenspeaking · 3 months

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If I'm There: Chapter Twenty-One

when you realize the significance of the monkey (∩˃о˂∩)♡

read from part one here!

summary: Noah and Natalie met in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.

this is a complete work of fiction, some characters while based on real people are totally made up. :)

word count: 3.6k , edited by me ....soooo if you see something spelt wrong no you didn't.

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I picked up Erin from Ashely’s house at around 10 am the following morning. I don’t think anything will ever compare to her seeing me and running with excitement into my arms for a big hug. I just hope she still feels that way later today when I tell her about Noah.

“I missed you Mom!” she calls out and I pick her up and swing us around in a circle. “Oh my sweet girl, I missed you so much!” I tell her and kiss all over her cheeks and the top of her head. We finish gathering her things and thank Ashely and her mom again before we eventually get into the car and head off to begin our girls’ day. “So nails first or food? How are you feeling?” I ask as I turn on the radio and begin backing out of the driveway.

“FOOD! Please! We only had cereal for breakfast and you know I need more than that.” I laugh because I know exactly that. My girl can eat! “Okay, so first food and then nails!” I say, then reach over to turn up the radio when I hear “Dancing Queen” by ABBA come on. We sing our hearts out on the drive to our favorite breakfast spot near our house. We sit in our regular corner booth by the back window. I order a coffee and a full stack of pancakes with eggs and bacon. Erin orders an orange juice and the same amount of food and I know she’ll finish it all. She recaps me on the last two days and all the fun she had with her friend, “but I missed you and Hales a lot. I’m happy to be back home now.” she says stuffing a huge piece of pancake into her mouth. “I’m happy you’re home too little bug, but why don't you take smaller bites? I don’t need you choking thirty minutes after getting you back.” She smiles with her mouth full of food, “okay” her muffled voice comes out and I can’t help but laugh.

With breakfast finished the two of us head to the nail salon and I decide we should really pamper ourselves and we get the deluxe mani/pedi package. The salon I like plays old MTV music videos on big TVs all around the room. The sound of Paramore while my feet soak in the soothing heat and the massage chair digs into my back puts me into a state of complete relaxation and I find my mind wandering. Stuck on a moment from the night before, Noah and I sitting together on the couch and our almost kiss. If things were different, if we lived in an alternate universe and it wasn’t ten years later I would have closed the distance and would have let myself be sucked into his gravity. He has everything he wants now, his music, his band, it’s what he left to find ten years ago.

I look over at Eric who’s set the chair to the back-patting setting that has her voice bouncing “Ah, ah, ah, m-o-o-m, d-o-o-o I s-o-u-n-d w-e-i-r-d.” the smile that breaks across my face is full of love as I take in the beautiful girl in front of me. “You sound perfect baby,” I say and ruffle her hair softly. The rest of our appointment goes by in a relaxing daze. We laugh while Erin tells me about her last two days. We finish up and I mentally prepare myself for the conversation we are about to have. I am going to tell her about Noah. I just hope she doesn’t hate me afterward.

We get back to the house and she rushes into her room to unload her dirty clothes and reunite with the stuffed animals she had to leave behind. “Fluffy! I never want to be separated again!” I hear her exclaim from outside of her room. Before talking to her I head into my room and open my closet door, I’m looking for a certain shoe box. “Where the hell is it?” I ask myself, “Ah ha!” It’s nestled deep into the corner hiding under the Carhart hoodie I borrowed from Haylie who stole it from who knows. I take a deep breath and lift the lid of the box. On top are several photos of me and Noah, some of the two of us, and Nicholas as well. Wadded up in a tight ball is the Bring Me The Horizon shift Noah gave me all those years ago. There’s also a CD, some random ticket stubs, drawings, and more pictures at the bottom. I decide to just take the whole box and head towards Erin’s room.

Knocking on the door I hear a soft, “Come in!” I walk into her room and see that she’s decided today is the day she’s going to reorganize her bookshelf.

“Hey sweety, can I talk to you about something?” I ask and try to hide the nervousness in my voice. “Umm yeah, is everything okay? You sound weird.” So I didn’t do a great job at hiding it. “Yes, everything is okay. There’s just something that I need to talk to you about. Something important.”

Two lines appear between her eyebrows and her face contorts in confusion. “Is this an I can keep working and listening important or do I need to sit next to you on the bed?” she asks and I pat a spot next to me on the bed to wordlessly answer her question. “Oof, okay,” she whispers out and climbs next to me on her bed.

“You remember how I told you that I got pregnant when I was still in high school but my boyfriend and I had already broken up?” she continues looking at me with confusion all over her face but nods slightly, “Yeah, I remember. You said you two never saw each other again.” I take her hand and smile, trying to fight the tears in my eyes.

I open the box and hand her a picture of Noah and I. “His name is Noah. This is your father.” She takes the photo and looks back and forth between me and and younger version in the photo. “You look so different,” she says and I huff a laugh. “Yeah, that’s what growing up will do to you.”

“Where is he?” she asks quietly looking up at me. “Well, he’s actually in town for a few days if you would like to meet him.”

“Where has he been?” she asks and that takes me off guard. I struggle with what to say, not wanting to keep anything from her but also not wanting to upset her. “He’s been in Los Angeles. That’s where he works.”

“What does he do?”

“He’s in a band, playing music, and sings all around the world.”

“Hm,” she says and I’m not sure what she’s thinking.

“So he didn’t want me?” and there it is. The knife in my heart makes it hard to keep the food down from earlier but I push through, remaining strong.

“Oh no sweety, that’s not true at all. He didn’t know for so long. It’s very complicated adult stuff. Things that took me a long time to understand myself” I try to explain to her.

“Will you tell me when I’m older the complicated stuff?”

“Of course baby, I’ll tell you anything you’d like to know about him.”

“Is he nice?” Erin asks in a quiet shy voice, “Do you think he would like me?”

I wrap her up in my arms and squeeze her tightly, “he is very nice and he will like you very much I promise.” I run my hand down her head, soothing her soft brown hair.”Does that mean you’d like to meet him?”

The air is still in the room as Erin takes time to think. Her small face scrunched in concentration. “I think I would like to meet him, yes. But are things going to change? My friend Brody’s parents don’t live together and he goes to his dad’s house every other weekend. Do I have to do that now?” I pull her closer until my head is resting on top of hers. “Nothing will change without you making that decision. Right now, we take things one step at a time.” she nods her head and wraps her arms as tight as she can around me.

“Would you be interested in meeting him tomorrow? He will be leaving again soon with his band so we won’t see him again for a few weeks. I can tell him we can wait if you’d be more comfortable.” I’m also definitely scheduling an earlier therapy appointment for her this week. Her head remains buried in my side while she takes everything in. I am giving her all the time she needs to process, so if she wants to wait until he’s more available I don’t blame her.

“I think I would like to meet him. But what if you just invited him over here? So I can show him my stuff and maybe he will like me even more?”

I move back so I can take her small face into my hands. “I can do that but I need to to listen to me now, there is no one on this planet that could possibly not like you Erin Howlston and I know for a fact that he will love you so much because you are you and you are perfect,” I emphasize my point my giving her cheeks a little squeeze. “But you have to think that because you’re my mom.” she quips through pursed lips. “And he’s your father, so by your logic, he must also think that,” I argue back and I see her eyes turned down slightly in the corner.

“But he made you sad right? That’s why you broke up when you were in high school. I don’t want him to make you sad again.” My heart swells. While I drop an atomic bomb of information about her life she’s worried about my feelings. I must be doing something right with this whole parenting thing.

“Sweetie, that was a long time ago. My heart is all better now and I’m not sad anymore. I am so so so unbelievably happy with our life. With you and Aunt Haliey, Uncle Kyle and Aunt Mags, and little Natasha. I think Noah is a very good person and he wants to be in your life because he cares about you. Even without having met you.” She gives me a small smile and hugs me again.” okay, I want to meet him. You said tomorrow right?” she looks up at me with her deep brown eyes that have always been just like his. “Tomorrow it is. I will give him a call later today, but what do you want to do now? Play? We could watch a movie? Or draw together?”

Quickly detangling from my arms she races to pick up her paper and stretching pencils, “Drawing please! I need help with the cat I’m drawing.”

We spend the next few hours drawing together on her bedroom floor laughing and listening to music. For Christmas last year she asked for a Google Mini so she could ask it to play music whenever she wanted. Now we are listening to “The Very Best Of Otis Redding”. When she was a baby I listened to it all the time. I used to sing “I’ve Been Loving You Too Long” while rocking her to sleep. Sometimes I walk by her room and she is listening to it while reading or playing with her toys and it reminds me of holding her when she was so little and how she would hold my finger so tightly.

I feel the tug of guilt in my gut about Noah having missed those moments but force it down, there’s nothing that can be done about the past but we can create new memories with the three of us together. Even if Noah and I aren’t together we can be the two parents that Erin needs. Maybe we can even be friends.

Later, once Erin wanted time alone to play with her toys I went into my room to call Noah. I haven’t been able to talk to Haylie about any of this yet, she woke up late with a hangover and had to run out of the house for the day to meet with her editor to talk about her next book release.

I close my door most of the way, only keeping a small sliver open in case Erin calls out for me. I sit on the edge of my bed and hit the green call button on my new Noah contact page, It rings a few times before I hear the sound of him picking up on the other end.

Hey! Natty, how are you doing? How’s it going?

Hi Noah, things are good. How are you?

There’s rustling in the background of his call, “oohh is that Natalie??” I hear who I think is Folio.

Yes, shush…not you Nat! You don’t have to shush. Sorry, Folio is being an idiot.

I’m good, just working on some new remixes for our deluxe album.

I just finished talking with Erin and she suggested I invite you over tomorrow to meet. Is that okay?

Tomorrow sounds great! What time is good for you two?

How does 12:30 work? I can order us sandwiches from the sub shop in town, Erin’s favorite.

Perfect, 12:30 is perfect. Thank you so much, Natty. I won’t let you down again. I promise.

I try not to blush like a preteen at the way his voice goes almost breathless as he makes his promise to me.

Um. so I’ll see you tomorrow then, bye!

I try to rush off the phone as fast as possible before I let myself word-vomit anything stupid.

Bye Natty, I’ll see you tomorrow, looking forward to seeing you and meeting Erin.

A few minutes I hear Haylie unlock the door and head into the house and she calls out like she did the night before. “Honeys!! I’m home!” she calls from the front room. “Hey Hales!” Erin and I both call out.

Before I have the chance to call down to her to come up so I can relay everything that’s happened since we separated after the concert, she is racing up the stairs taking two at a time. She swings my door open, stepping into my room with a huge face-splitting smile on her face. “Sooo?? How did it go?” she asks moving closer into my room and creating the same small gap in the door before sitting down next to me on the bed. “Well, before I drunkenly barged in. sorry about that. That Folio knows how to throw them back, he’s pretty hot don’t you think?”

She has this twinkle in her eye when she says it and I laugh and roll my eyes at her. “It went well, he was a little upset at first which I wasn’t surprised by. He cried I cried, it was very emotional. He wants to meet her and then stay in Austin during their break in between tour dates.” As I recant my mind whirls and everything hits me more than I expected. “He said that he wanted this life with me, wanted the family and the happiness and the love that he should have fought harder for me, should have never let me go.” I try to keep my voice steady but I can feel my throat getting thick with emotion. Haylie wraps her arm around me and remains quiet while I continue telling her all about what happened. “And then when I was showing him pictures in her baby book there was this moment..” I slowly trail off and she pops forward and her eyes widen in surprise.

“What kind of moment?” she asks in a voice that goes all jelly-like and I manage to look slightly shameful before I tell her. That I so easily folded in his presence is borderline embarrassing, just shows how powerful his hold is still over my heart. But right now I can’t think with my heart, now is the time to think with my brain. While also considering Erin’s heart.

“We might have almost kissed,” I tell her while I bury my face in my hands. “OH MY GOD! NATALIE !” she shrieks and I quickly throw my hands over her mouth. “Shush! Haliey oh my god, Erin will hear you!” and just like that I hear her little voice calling from down the hall, “everything okay in there?” she asks. “Yes!” “Everthing is fine!” we answer in unison and I think she retreats back into her room.

“You almost kissed him! How? What did he say? Did he lean in? How did he act after the almost kiss,” she shoots out the questions in a rapid-fire succession and I rub the sides of my temples before answering her. “Um. I guess he was kind of leaning in, he was doing that thing you know. When a guy looks between your eyes and your lips. I felt so weak. Oh my god, I almost kissed him, and then the book fell and I remembered what we were doing and why he was there and I felt so stupid.”

“You are NOT stupid! There were a lot of emotions flowing, you hadn’t had a moment alone with him in years and it’s not like when you broke up you two weren’t completely and totally in love with each other. It’s not like those feelings just go away.” she says while rubbing up and down along my back.

“I just can’t do that with him, It’s not a good idea for the two of us to do anything that could jepordize Erin’s happiness.” I nod to myself, wiping one of my hands down my face and then raking them through my hair. Haliey and I flop backwards onto the pillows while I finish catching her up on everything that happened, including my conversation with Erin and then my phone call with Noah right before she got home.

“You want me to clear out tomorrow so y’all have some privacy?” she asks and I balk at the thought. “No way! I would never ask you to leave your own house. Plus, you’re such an important person in Erin’s life, I’m sure she would also want you here.”

The three of us spend the rest of our evening lounging in the living room watching TV in our pajamas. We make homemade pizzas and cookies for dinner together in the kitchen while singing along to Disney’s greatest hits. We end the night all cuddled together on the couch watching Erin’s favorite movie “The Secret Life of Arrietty” and when she falls asleep I carry her up the stairs into her room and deposit her into her bed. I gently kiss her forehead and turn on her glowing nightlight before closing the door and heading back to help Haylie finish cleaning the kitchen.

The next day is quickly upon us and I nervously watch the clock ticking away as we get closer and closer to 12:30. I picked up the subs a few minutes ago so hopefully Noah isn’t late. No one likes a soggy sub.

Just seconds before the second-hand crosses over the 12 on the clock there is a knock on the door that causes me to jump straight out of my seat. Haylie laughs at me as she rubs my shoulders walking past and into her room. She told Erin that if she needed her at any time to just barge in and get her. I walk towards the door and Erin suddenly looks very nervous and gets up to hide behind my back. “Are you okay baby?” I ask her quietly before answering the door. She nods her head against my back and whispers, “Yes, I’m fine.” she gripping the back of my jeans but I think if she didn’t want to do this anymore she would say something, she’s just nervous. Hell, I’m nervous.

I open the door and Noah is standing there with a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and a stuffed monkey in the other. “Hi,” he says in a soft and nervous voice. I return his greeting with a warm smile. “Come on in” I open the door wider so he can come in and Erin scoots along with me not quite ready to reveal herself. “How are you doing?” he asks and hands the flowers over to me, “these are for you.” He gestures to the monkey, “And this is for Erin.” she peaks her head out from behind me and looks up towards Noah and the monkey. “That’s for me?” she asks quietly. Noah crouches down to be at her eye level and hands out the toy to her. “Yes, this is for you. Do you like monkeys?” He asks and I see a small smile appear on her face. “I do like monkeys. I saw some at the zoo a few days ago with my friend Ashely.” She holds out her hand to accept the offering. “Hi Erin.” he says with a warm smile, “I’m Noah, it’s very nice to meet you?” She slowly eases out from behind me and is now standing beside me and at eye level with Noah, still crouched. “It’s nice to meet you too. Even though you made my mom sad.”

Oh, Jesus, this is going to be an interesting afternoon.

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glitterinmyveinss · 7 months

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// Back to the Basics //

steve- o x fem!reader

summary: you and steveo used to be best friends, knowing eachother since highschool and all. but growing up sucks. Especially when your best friend who you had/have a massive crush on now does coke off of models backs.

❥ ༄ you were so happy for steve-o when his career as a stunt man finally took off. you've know him since highschool and knew that it was definitely the right career for him. You remembered how you two would always go to the park after school and you would just sit and watch him skate, occasionally you would ask him to teach you.

❥༄ "well first you have to put your foot on the board dude" steveo said with a sarcastic tone. you looked at him and pouted "obviously i know that but which one?" for once, he was looking at 𝘆𝗼𝘂 like you were the dumb one. of course you kinda knew which foot you were supposed to put on the board, but steveo just intimated you so much you lost all knowledge around him and it was like your brain was constantly short circuiting. it was that or all the pot you guys smoked last period. he shook his head and laughed. "put down your most dominant foot babe." your heart did a little skip at that. it wasn't unusual for steveo to use pet names with you, but still, everytime he did it made you flustered...and confused. hesitantly, you put your foot on the board. steveo nodded then spoke up "ok now your other foot, then stand sideways, and push with the first foot you put down." you did as told and started moving. you guys were both laughing as you started to get the hang of it "awesome y/n you're better than when i started!" you blushed and smiled at him "thanks stevie" he gave you a soft smile, then ushered for you to follow him. "come on man let's get some tacos from this truck i'm starved." you got off the board and handed it to him and began following him. you loved this side of steve. everyone else thought he was jsut some rich obnoxious asshole who loved attention. and while that wasn't too far from the truth, he still had a loveable side like everyone else. he was extremely funny and could make you smile no matter what mood you were in, he was actually pretty smart at times, and was whole heartedly kind. to you at least. not so much everyone else. you wish everyone could see his soft side so they would understand why you hung out with him, but you also liked how it was reserved just for you.

❥༄ now it's 2002 and "Jackass: The Movie" was doing rounds in the ticket office. Your and Steveos relationship became basically non existent ever since he joined jackass. he started blowing you off to go hang out with other people you didn't even know, started partying a lot more, (if that was even possible) and he was always busy filming stunts, or being in the er. you tried not to bug him about it, afraid of seeming clingy and like you wanted to drag him down, which of course you didn't. you just wanted your friend back. It was a thursday evening and you had just gotten back from your big girl office job. ever since you were little you knew you wanted to leave your home town. It just always felt so small and closed off from the rest of the world to you. you wanted to live somewhere more progressive. so you got serious about school and were able to get a stable, good paying job in san diego. you went to your room, changed, then plotted down on your couch with some greasy fast food. hey you were single and lived alone, so you sometimes forgot to get groceries. you turned on the tv and began flipping through channels. the station it landed on was MTV, you were skeptical about leaving it on, knowing that everytime you saw steveo now, it tugged at your heart. You watched him change, for better and for worse. of course he's always been completely insane, but he had a soft side to him. now all you ever see is him intoxicated. you decided to leave it on. "maybe they won't even play jackass" you thought to yourself. the commercials ended and the intro for "MTV cribs" began to play and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. but once the episode started, you were stunned. it was apparently a "jackass exclusive" episode where steveo and all his other cast members were showing their "cribs." you knew you should turn it off, or find something else to watch, but you didn't want too. the tv began to show steveo, wasted as ever. you watched in disappointment as he began showing his disgusting apartment, putting hot sauce in his eye, and breaking stuff. Of course this was normal for him, but seeing him on tv do it, knowing millions of others were watching, made your heart hurt for him. "i guess his dream came true..." you thought to yourself. you've been knowing for a while yours and steveos relationship was basically over, but this was the breaking point for you. you put your food away, shut the tv off, and curled up into bed. just staring at your ceiling remembering all the good times and how they were over.

❥༄ It was a cold autumn day when your boss called you into her office. the leaves were changing, the air became crisp, and your outfits became a lotttt cuter. it was your favorite season so you were in a good mood when you walked into her office. "hey you needed to see me?" you asked while giving her a hug and handing her a coffee. "thanks! and yeah i have great news for you!" you gasped and put your hands over your mouth. "tell me!" she had a huge smile on her face while she spoke " the board is sending you to LA to get more info for our project! they think you're the perfect candidate for the job." of course you were happy hearing this, it meant you got to travel, even if it was for work, and you've never been to LA before. but you were a little shaken at the thought of being in the same city as steve o after all this time. your boss gave you all the information you needed for you trip and sent you back to your cubicle.

❥༄ a week later, and you were on your way to LA. You were driving there alone, insisiting your boss that you were fine. you tuned on the radio and cool by gwen stefani began playing. as you listened to the lyrics, you began wondering if you and steveo would ever have a relationship like that, where you could be happy and proud for eachother for finding another love, but then again, did you even want a relationship with him at all if it wasn't him as 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 partner? you couldn't see your self being in love with anyone else, you've never been in love with anyone else. 2 hours and 30 minutes later, you made it to your hotel. you grabbed your bags from the car, checked in, and settled in your room. once you were done, you noticed the time, 5:00. "most bars have happy hour right now.." you thought to yourself." you've always wanted to be in LA, so you decided to let loose and find a bar.

❥༄ you changed form your juicy tracksuit, put on a cuter outfit, and added some makeup. you began walking around looking for a bar. once you found one, you walked in and sat at the bar "a sex on the beach please" you told the bartender with a smile. he gave you your drink and you sipped it in silence, already regretting coming here. you weren't that social to begin with, and it's not like you knew anyone. you regretted not having your boss come along. all of a sudden, you heard some loud voices walk in. it sounded like a bunch of guys so you just stayed staring ahead. you would drink your cocktail, go home, change, and watch 10 things i hate about you for the millionth time. then, you heard a voice you knew all too well speak up. "2 budweisers bud" just your luck. steveo was 3 feet away from you. you noticed him look at you then look away, then snap his neck and look back. "holy shit y/n" you turned to look at him, and you wish you didn't. this was your first time seeing and hearing him in person and not through a tv and he still looked beautiful as ever "o-oh! hey stevie" you always called him that. everyone else called him steveo and steve but you just started calling him stevie one day and it stuck. he gave you a hug while smiling you returned it, hoping he wouldn't notice how your shoulders tensed or how your heart was daring to jump out your chest. even with some alcohol in your system he still made you incredibly nervous. damn it. he pulled away from the hug but stayed close. "what are you doing here. you're still in san diego right?" you fidgeted with your hands and had a nervous smile on your face as you spoke. "i'm here for work" he nodded "oh right on!" he seemed really happy to see you actually, but a part of you was telling you that it was just an act and he couldn't give 2 shits about what you were up too. i mean how happy could he be if he never bothered to call anymore? you noticed he was kind of staring at you, then he spoke up "you look r-really good" he said shyly with a soft smile, which was rare from him, and it felt so nostalgic to see him like that again. "thanks so do you" you said while playing with your hair. it was a nervous fidget you had. then all of a sudden, a tall man with dark hair and dark sunglasses came up to you both. it none other than the johnny knoxville. "where's my beer o?" he spoke. steveo jumped a little and looked away from you "here man" johnny took the can then turned to face you. "oh sorry am i interrupting something?" before steveo could even say anything though, you spoke up "oh no i was...just about to leave." you got down from the chair and slinged your purse on your shoulder. "bye boys" you said as you walked out. as much as you wanted to stay and talk to steveo while staring into his eyes, you knew he was officially done with you. he was hanging out with the big shots now. including bam margera and tony hawk. he was banging models and getting wasted daily. he was living life like a rockstar, like he always wanted, and you didn't wanna ruin that for him. it always seemed that you and steveo were from completely different worlds, but now it was painfully obvious. and you didn't belong in his, or so you thought.

❥༄ you were a few blocks from the bar when you began to hear someone behind you running and yelling "y/n wait!" you turned around and saw steveo coming towards you, with your phone in his hand. once he caught up to you he handed it to you "you left this back there" you grabbed the phone while shaking your head "gosh not again!" you put the phone in your purse then turned to him "thanks you're a life saver." he laughed at your comment "still a klutz huh?" he said with a playful smirk. you gave him one back. "old habits die hard" he let out a little chuckle, then his expression slightly changed from playful to serious. "speaking of that.. i meant what i said back there. you look good." you stared at him, not really knowing what to say. it seemed like he was holding back. he noticed that you knew this and continued " i mean seeing you was like a breath of fresh air" he said with a slight chuckle. you could tell he was tipsy. he was always sweet when he was tipsy. "your face reminds me of when everything was more...simple." you started to get angry. not necessarily at him but at the whole situation. and him saying that angered you even more. simple? did he think you were just some plain jane who had nothing better to do but hang out with him? "what is that supposed to mean?" you said while crossing your arms. he held his hands up in defense. " i didn't mean anything bad by it! it's just...you remind me of...before you know?" he said nervously. you'll admit, he was being ridiculously cute right now, but your anger was getting the better of you. "oh before you became an overnight celebrity and ditched me for brad pitt and lindsey lohan?" "y/n no please jsut list-" you cut him off. "no steve just stop....just stop." tears began to sting the corners of your eyes. you cursed yourself for always being so emotional. you spoke up, your voice shaky. "i was fine with leaving us and all the good times in the past and letting go, but now here you are pouring salt on all my wounds" steveo was staring at you, his face deathly serious and his eyes wide. "why do you think you have to leave us in the past?" you laughed at this. was he serious? "seriously? i mean come on steve we haven't talked in forever and...you're just...different now" he stared at you, looking genuinely hurt, and you knew he hated it when people called him steve, he told you so back in sophmore year when you guys were on the swings at some random park,

"𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸?"

you snapped out of your memory when steveo began shouting back at you "you think i haven't noticed y/n? i mean fuck, i just got off a bender, and i'm probably gonna go on another one." you stared at him dumbfounded. "that's not my fault steve i-" "yeah it is!" he yelled at you. you blinked and stepped back. "w-what?" he looked away from you and ran a hand through his short hair while looking down at his shoes. "ever since you left to san diego i've been lost man. you stared at him as he continued. " i've always been crazy but when i was with you... i was able to stop and be me. you didn't expect me to do any stunts, you didn't expect money or drugs from me, you just accepted me for me. the first time we hung out was the first time i felt normal, like i didn't have to put up an act so you would stay interested." it's true that you left him first. once you turned 18 you moved to san diego and started looking for jobs within your field. you didn't know how much this affected steveo thought, you didn't know he needed you as much as you needed him. while you were standing there, staring at him, in shock, he got tired of your silence. "man forget it." he waved his hand and began walking away. you snapped out of your trance and began yelling for him "no stevie! come back." he turned around, with cold eyes. you walked up to him and began to speak "i didn't know you felt that way. i didn't know you needed me as much as i needed you..." you let out a sad laugh "as much as i still need you. im sorry" you looked up at him to catch his reaction, but he was already staring at you, and as soon as your eyes locked, it was like something inside of him snapped. he grabbed your face and kissed you, hard. you were frozen for a second, you always wanted this and it was hard to believe that it was happening. but you pushed all those feelings back and melted into the kiss, putting your hands around his neck while his snaked down to your waist. you pulled away first, and smiled at him. he stepped back then spoke "you don't know how long i've wanted to do that" you laughed at his cheesey comment, then slapped his forehead. he grabbed his forehead and groaned "what the hell was that for?" you laughed at him and rubbed the area you slapped, as a sorry. "for not telling me you liked me back all those years ago!" he looked at you with a soft smile. "well let me make it up to you... how about we get lunch tomorrow? or breakfast or dinner whatever's best for you." he said while scratching his neck. you laughed at how nervous he was "how about dinner and a movie...the new star wars is out we can watch that!" he laughed at your excitement "ok geek sounds good" you just laughed it off and smiled at him. you guys were stuck staring at eachother for a minute before you spoke up "walk me to my room?" he grabbed your hand "lead the way babe" you missed that nickname. you giggled as you two began walking away, forever thankful for this evening. it felt you two were back to the basics.

authors note: hope you guys liked this! i know a lot of stuff in here is inaccurate but for the sake of the fic let's pretend everything's ok! also this was inspired by lana del reys unreleased song "back to the basics"

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thespiritofvexation · 2 months

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Saw @glorious-blackout posting about seeing Kaizers Orchestra which reminded me I should too. Thought I'd look up how I went about posting about the 2022 Deep Purple show and had to laugh when I saw the tags!:

Sooo, what show are we seeing next?😆

Anyway, back to Kaizers Orchestra!

Backstory: Sweden isn't as good at recognising music from Norway as the reverse, but we used to have ZTV, sort of a swedish MTV only more pretentious meaning they didn't air only the most popular hits but also the old, the new, the obscure and even the norwegian. Here I first heard "Kontroll på kontinentet" by Kaizers Orchestra when I was idk 18, 19?

I downloaded it and put it on a mix CD that has been played at many a party in my family over the years

I haven't encountered a single person who knows Kaizers Orchestra so I remember being thrilled finding out that @glorious-blackout knew about them a few years back! It sparked renewed interest for me!

When I heard they were coming to Stockholm late February this year I started a little brainwashing campaign, sneaking a lot of Kaizers into the playlist at family gatherings. And since "Kontroll..." already is on the family soundtrack it wasn't a very hard sell - my mom, dad and bro wanted to go with me✌️

On to the show:

Felt big satisfaction that the show was sold out and evidently not being the only swede who knew about them (although there seemed to be quite a few norwegians there)

When the speakers at the venue greeted everyone welcome to tonight's show with "Keezers Orchestra" there was a collective "noooo!" and indignant scoffing from the crowd. I felt at home:)

Wise from experience I got me a band shirt before the show instead of saying I'll do it after and then... not.

Debated if I should look up any live stuff beforehand but decided to go in blind, a good choice!

Seeing a double bass on stage naturally got me all fired up (you know me!) Expected it to be switched out for a conventional bass after the first song but NO, double bass STAYED!❤❤❤

I don't know what to say about the stage show, it had oil barrels and gas masks, everything I'd expected to see and they killed it!

KONTROLL PÅ KONTINENTET!!!

Double bass solo in the solo-section was of course the best solo. He can marry me

"Hjerteknuser"❤💔

Somehow I have never heard "Die Polizei"? Or it just didn't stick with me. But it sure stuck now! The crowd singing in this final song brought tears in my eyes. And since it went on forever it wasn't hard to join in!

Couldn't help but thinking Die Polizei has major Die Mauer (Ebba Grön)-vibes, but make it norwegian with a happy ending! <-a compliment of course..

My glasses are admittedly very Thåström-tinted at the moment but after having started the day at the cinema watching the documentary about Imperiet, and then visited the swedish punk exhibition at the city museum, it was the perfect ending!

Family was also happy and thanking me for this very music-cultural day. Dad is currently posting Kaizer-videos on facebook...

The only video I filmed (because my filming suck as you can see) was the end of Die Politzei, the crowd had been singing like this for a good while!

#kaizers orchestra

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teddypickerry · 1 year

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𝐀𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀!

pairings! steve harrington x fem henderson reader

word count! 900

warnings! none

summary! in which your (secret) boyfriend steve gives you quite a karoke show :)

a/n! this was very poorly written at 4am based off a very vivid dream i had about him last summer. was missing this bbg and so here you goooo

IT WAS A LATE WEDNESDAY EVENING one that consisted of dnd after school with the boys. leaving their babysitter and i alone upstairs. it was after dinner when steve and i were sorting through all my music. he was certain on finding a perfect record for the evening and had been flipping through my records for a few minutes now. the radio played softly in the background, a song by queen i hummed along to for the majority of it while i finished annotating my book. i shut the book as steve glanced over at me. i was sat on my bed, specifically the right side as i leaned against the pillow. the fluffy haired boy stood beside my record player at the end of my bed. a smile on his face as he held up the grease soundtrack. "you have the grease soundtrack!"

"it's dustin's." i rolled my eyes as i looked up at him as he looked at me in disbelief, a smile still present on his face. "i don't know why you hide it..." he mumbled as he put it away. a familiar beat echoed on the radio. steve looked at the radio and gasped "this is my jam."

"god, steve. could you get anymore boring?" i joked as he ignored my words, turning up the volume button and turned towards nothing in specific and began singing along to the words. "she's coming in 12:30 flight, the moonlight wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation."

i shook my head at him as he continued singing and began moving to the beat. steve harrington was a horrible dancer, let me preface by saying that. but he had fun with what he was doing. which made me always secretly love when he did so. his head bopped to the music as he swayed around. "hurry boy it's waiting there for you!" he sang, getting louder by the minute as his vocals were just below a scream.

my hairbrush randomly appeared in his hand as he grabbed it off my dresser and tossed it in between hands, holding it up to his mouth pretending it was a microphone. singing the chorus, turning towards me and singing it towards me. i let out a giggle which was music to his ears, and enough motivation for him to continue.

i grabbed my camcorder off of my nightstand as he continued singing the second verse. he wasn't as silly at this point, leaving that for the chorus. i pressed on as his voice belted TOTO's classic hit. singing the second chorus, now looking into the camera as i scooted towards the end of the bed. laughing as he sang into the hair brush and looked into the camera. some MTV shit.

he then pulled the camera from my hands as the instrumentals began, making me roll my eyes as he put the camera on me. "look at her. isn't she just the most beautiful woman you've ever seen?" he asked the camera as if it was a child. i stared at him as i rubbed my lips together and he smiled brightly. the song continued as he set the camera on the bed, facing me.

he continued to hop ontop of me, making me giggle at his movement. his body hovered over me, his hand holding himself up as he locked fingers with mine and pressed me into the bed. he looked down at me with a small smile. we had began dating only days ago, secretly, obviously. dustin would hardly handle the news. and nancy, even though she told me daily how cute steve and i would be and how he's practically head over heels for me, i didn't want to hurt her. because let's be real, best friends who sleep with other best friends ex's suck. not that we've slept together... yet.

so kisses in the kitchen and sneaking out of dustin's room into mine will have to do for now. and car make out sessions. never forget those.

his breath was warm, i could feel it tickling my neck as he leaned down. his lips pressing to mine as they moved together. it was a feeling of happiness, pleasure, feeling of ultimate right. being with him felt so right.

he leaned back as the song started up again. "hurry boy she's waiting there for you," he sang softly into my ear making me giggle. he pulled himself off of me as he stood up and began singing crazily again. this time pulling me up with him and dancing with him. i just laughed as i soon sang along. in between the giggles and singing and small kisses on the neck. we began belting the lyrics at the top of our lungs as we pranced around my room.

dustin and will entered towards the last verse as our loudness was curious to them. will smiled immediately at the sight. him and jonathan having talked about how steve and i were secretly in love with eachother but wouldn't tell eachother — as far as they know. while dustin looked at us confused, "what the hell is this?"

"oh, hi dustin!" steve greeted as he wrapped his arms around me and i let out a laugh and pushed him away. i smiled widely towards the boys as dustin still looked confused. "what you've never seen two best friends scream toto at the top of their lungs?" steve joked, as i pressed my lips together.

"you guys are weird." dustin muttered, exiting the room like the annoying little brother he is.

#teddypickerry #steve harrington bbg #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things fic #steve harrington x henderson reader

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jeonjcngkook · 2 years

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Can’t Be Tamed - A BTS Rockstar Collab

You’ve heard of the phrase ‘sex, drugs and rock n roll’. We’ve all been told to ‘work hard and party harder’.

Here, you will find a collection of stories from seven wonderful writers who explore and share the behind the scenes to notoriously reckless band Dark & Wild, who do anything they can to take those expressions to the grave ‒ all whilst cementing themselves in rock history as one of the most hedonistic bands that ever lived.

Coming to you this summer on their highly anticipated Can’t Be Tamed tour that is bound to be a show that one will never forget. So, lace up your Doc Martens, grab your tickets and get front row for the tour of a lifetime.

➳ Title: Very Bad Behavior ‒ @kookdiaries

➳ Pairing: guitarist seokjin x bartender reader

➳ Genres/AUs: rockstar au, one night stand au, smut

➳ Summary: Drugs, sex, and rock & roll ‒ three things you decided a long time ago to stay far far away from. Yet, when a vaguely familiar face leaves you intrigued after work one night, you might just have to find out for yourself how good that very bad behavior can be.

[TAKE THE STAGE]

➳ Title: Not To fret ‒ @jimilter

➳ Pairing: guitarist yoongi x non-fan reader

➳ Genres/AUs: biker yoongi, strangers to lovers au, humor, fluff, smut

➳ Summary:

When you heard that your high school crush made it big after going to college in the city, you didn't think it meant this big — so big he's got one groupie sucking his face and another sucking his neck, in a coffee shop. Ashamed of how your heartbeat still trips despite the disgusting sight, you are pulled out of your self-loathing by a handsome, silver-haired stranger in a sexy leather jacket. Needless to say, Min Yoongi's Harley isn't the only thing you are riding tonight.

[TAKE THE STAGE]

➳ Title: Your Emotions Are Imitations ‒ @yeoldontknow

➳ Pairing: lead singer hoseok x photographer reader ➳ Genres/AUs: exes to lovers au; angst; romance

➳ Summary: No one believes you when you tell them you shot the cover and photo booklet for Dark & Wild’s mercury prize winning debut album. No one believes you until you show them your name on the very last page of the booklet, listed rather high on the credits. You say this, and hold back on all the rest: that he was your first boyfriend, your first big love, your high school sweetheart, your college flame, your first enormous and unforgettable heartbreak. And that he loved you. When vanity fair hires you to shoot Dark & Wild for their spread before the MTV EMA’s, your world collides with Hoseok once again. Now, you are forced to contend with the knowledge you’ve never gotten over him - and every love song he ever wrote has been about you.

[TAKE THE STAGE]

➳ Title: On With The Show ‒ @joheunsaram

➳ Pairing: retired bassist namjoon x lawyer/fansite blogger reader

➳ Genres/AUs: dilf namjoon, rockstar au, strangers 2 lovers, fluff, smut, angst

➳ Summary: Eight years after announcing their retirement, Dark & Wild seems to have been left behind. For Namjoon, he could never forget the time his dreams became reality, and he believes they could retake the charts by storm once again. Struggling with raising a teenage daughter, the loss of his wife and poor writing projects with terrible bands, he's now had enough. So with a little help from the remaining active fan site, he embarks on a mission to convince his bandmates that a comeback might not be the mid life crisis they think it is.

[TAKE THE STAGE]

➳ Title: Pick Your Filter ‒ @opaljm

➳ Pairing: guitarist jimin x fanclub president reader

➳ Genres/AUs: angst, smut, enemies to lovers, slow burn relationship

➳ Summary: Try as Jimin might, it's hard to ignore you when he wants you so badly. It aggravates him how easily you cast him off. When he confronts you, you wave him away with the excuse that he doesn't exactly fit in with the characteristics of someone you want to be with. To say that he's livid would be an understatement - because you have no idea how versatile he is or how many masks he can don. But he'll keep switching things up until you realize that when all the layers are peeled away, the only man for you, the perfect man for you, is undeniably Park Jimin.

[TAKE THE STAGE]

➳ Title: Haven't Had Enough ‒ @kth1 (kimtaehyunq)

➳ Pairing: lead singer taehyung x merch manager reader

➳ Genres/AUs: established relationship, angst, smut

➳ Summary: Taehyung has been and forever will be the person you love the most. When things begin heading down the rocky path of bad behaviours and habits while on the road to success, the two of you struggle to keep the heart warming connection you once shared. Heartbreak and troublesome nights call upon each of you especially as you maintain being the merchandise manager for their uprising band. Where countless reminders of not having another serves you every single second in each others presence. Even though the two of you collectively agreed to the split in the first place, neither one of you are comfortable enough to give up on another.

[TAKE THE STAGE]

➳ Title: Bite My Tongue ‒ @jeonjcngkook

➳ Pairing: drummer jungkook x opening act reader

➳ Genres/AUs: smut, angst, rockstar au, exes2lovers

➳ Summary: Blood, sweat and tears. That's what it's taken for you to finally be given the opportunity of a lifetime handed to you to be the opening act as Dark & Wild seek you out for their ‘Can’t Be Tamed’ tour. Finally, everything you have worked for has come full circle and nothing can take the high away from you.. That is until you find out who you're opening for; lustful heartthrob of the music industry and unfortunate ex of yours, Jeon Jungkook. Known for his scandalous and reckless reputation, the immensely cocky, arrogant drummer tries to use his status as ‘elite sex god’ to seduce and convince you to put the past behind you. Once refusing to cross that line, you are now seated in the front row to the scorned drummer who has more than one dirty trick up his tattooed sleeves.

[TAKE THE STAGE]

collab mlist designed by kookdiaries ♡

#btshoneyhive #btsdreamcourt #btscarnivalnet #btsgoldnet #seokjin fanfic #hoseok fanfic #yoongi fanfic #namjoon fanfic #taehyung fanfic #jimin fanfic #jungkook fanfic #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts collab #bts

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realhankmccoy · 3 months

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fuckin cracks me up that Americans think of Blood Meridian as postmodernist.... ahahahahaha... this stupid fucking country. there's a lot of them who think it is, too. I guess they didn't notice the Bible literally materialising in it. I guess they never read a Cormac McCarthy interview? I guess they don't know what a western crossed with Stephen King written in a flat modernist style that -- oh how it would displease Harold Bloom, perhaps, to hear it -- clearly has Hemingway in it?

Who reads that book and thinks 'PoMo?'

anyhow at least that idiot who got it wrong tonight -- as he always gets everything wrong -- wrote a few good lines creepin on me before devolving into the standard issue conservative cucked stuff implausible seams showing about pussy (drag is only magical if you're convincing, hunty, and so is straight drag) and trying to use too many big words like Elon does in order to 'sound more intelligent' which obviously doesn't work when these people don't know the reason big words exist and how to use them... like saying you're 'aspirationally Jewish' which is still driving me up the wall... Elon says so much stupid shit.

so yes if that idiot had his shit together and realised he's an idiot and what to fix, i mean 3/8ths of that post was solid and probably his best writing in years, notwithstanding the massive glaring error about Cormac McCarthy, he who is quite comfortable with good vs evil, he who probably votes Republican -- being pomo. I mean what the fuck is Republican pomo anyhow? What would that even be? The whole Republican thing is an infantile longing for order, not the postmodernist project of sewing disorder.

Notwithstanding how it annoys me that I'm an influence on the idiot, for it has never been about control and narcissism with me (the idiot only projected this upon me because that's how Trump is and that's how he, as Trump's cuck, is) I actually don't like influencing anybody, probably because I don't like myself very much and don't need to be seeing any more of myself in the world. It actually just grosses me out and depresses me to see anything inspired by me. 100% of the time I think art inspired by me sucks, and why wouldn't I? I don't even like any of my art. That's not a posture, kids. I can't think of a single thing I've ever written that I'd feel comfortable handing to anybody like it's any good. This isn't some noble thing, either. I just don't like it. I don't like the sound of anything I have made, pretty much. And why would I? Why would I when I was programmed by the parents and the community to know my total insignificance and still am despite occasional moments where they try to make me feel like I have some? The overwhelming --

But whatever, it doesn't really matter as I believe in the Sagan stuff about our insignificance anyhow, at the same time believing in the signficance of everyone and all the small things, which I then have to apply to myself, because leaving yourself out is not objective, and then when I extend that to myself, the whole thing blows up because the forces that drive me don't compute.

Now, there is a sewing of disorder in the Republican as it generates chaos trying to get what it wants -- 'divide and conquer' and i know some awful liberal-ish money conquest women who also think that way.

That's not the same thing tho. That's like, Papa Hemingway with a John Wayne streak.

I really will never quite understand why Harold Bloom hates Stephen King but wets himself for Blood Meridian. It's like a boring Stephen King novel. Sure, I guess it's more formally literary but also you know, more formally boring. The Judge -- I feel like Mike Judge would do better in a Beavis & Butthead film. But Mr. Bloom didn't really watch MTV.

Nope, kids, I just didn't get it. Usually Harold Bloom is somebody I agree with almost across the board, but I just don't get it. Perhaps it's a HETERONORMATIVE THING, much like Tarantino fanboys are.

anyhow i kinda feel bad for that idiot cuck having to find every sticker on the sticker sheet and apply it to itself because it's so typically american these days.

it's so... 'i'm every woman' only it's not succinct, it's just embarrassing, like these americans always trying to elbow on top of each other in their rat race in which they're always a tool, always a derivative, never truly the Boss that they want to be, for their is always a bigger boss, and the biggest boss is Trump.

rather than dabble and wander between the whole sticker set of crowns and swords and cups and pussy and cock, why not just grow a pair of balls and commit to something outré

i mean look at it this way: even somebody who committed wholeheartedly to the entire Princess sticker sheet is more of a man than some idiot who can't figure out which Lucky Charm he feels like today. oh, i remember that age well... sometimes i felt like blue diamons, other times green clovers... and always like green trees, limited.

and there's always man of them to eat again and again

but when i see like a Canadian trans woman commit wholeheartedly to being a 5-yr-old girl, now that takes balls. that takes courage.

you either want to muddy the waters to seem deep, like Nietzsche says, or you want to clarify something or choose a course.

nothing this idiot cuck ever does smacks of courage. it is courage free. they have some good ability to pay attention to television at times, for whatever that's worth. maybe they are best suited for television analysis for geeks into the details of television shows. it's very American, caring a lot about your shows and the details.

hey, credit where due, it's American but i sure don't have the patience to figure out every detail and quote about some crap on tv.

so, yes, there's a toddler with a sticker sheet who wants to be a princess, but a real princess would jump in all the way if she had some balls:

and let us not think this is about emasculation, it's about people who are trying to be a sticker sheet generalist and paste them all onto themselves willy nilly in ways that i only find tragicomic, camp and kitsch

for example why not choose this sticker sheet? the reason is because the idiot cuck has no balls

as a channel-surfer of nuclear suburbia, it's too much sustained focus for the cuck, who is used to using the clicker to go through all the shows... a masculinity crippled by tv, much like Rabbit Angstrom ended up at in middle age

being that i am FUCKING BORED with systemic cucks maybe they can work on that but i doubt they're capable of it any more than they're capable of buying me a steak because

what's a toddler in front of a tv gonna be capable of?

seriously tho who thinks this guy is PoMo at heart?

he's such a conservative western christcuck who is terrified by the pomo world he finds himself in. that's what The Road was all about, kiddos. That's what everything he writes seems to be about. I don't share his terror... I'm liberal and we're not as big of cowards. OH IS AMERICA GOING TO COLLAPSE I'M SO SCARED

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"a comedown of revolving doors"

either you're a chickenshit male or you're a female with far more guts, apparently. Cormac was a chickenshit. Emily Haines was not.

yes, you know, the American conservative is correct here, more correct than Harold Bloom I think.

'conservative pessimism' is what Cormac is i suppose Harold could be described as a conservative pessimist

too -- even as Harold's politics were with the Democrats, certainly he was trying to conserve literature in a sort of you know, different form of conservation -- there's a big difference between a 'conservative' and a 'conservationist', kids.

slip in a little Jesus

i dunno kids, i think there's something that neurotically went wrong with Harold Bloom, maybe frustration with feminism and identity politics and anarchists and deviance, that made his brain glom on to McCarthy a bit too aggressively is my theory cuz it truly has long been probably the main thing about Bloom that i can't get on the same page with... McCarthy enthusiasm

but i was spoiled by all that Stephen King at a young age, you see, and Stephen is far more imaginative and dreamlike than some writer of a fuckin' dark western.

but even... i mean i'm sorry, where's the Literature in McCarthy? Bloom never really seems to explain it. he just goes on and on about the character the Judge and the foreboding and the collapse of western civ... i mean, whatever dude ya never seen those themes before? Themes and ideas aren't discussing the LITTY RAT TURD or whatever ghost in the machine where did it go, where's Cormac LITTY RAT TURD if that's what this is all about? I just did not quite pick up on it, mmkay?

As for that cuck who is incapable of being exactly what i say its incapable of

it should find a sticker set that isn't just the generic all-encompassing one the parents always hand to the kids

and have the balls to go for it

David Bowie committed to different ways of life -- different personas -- for long periods of time -- it wasn't a costume party you flip in and out of like Lady Gaga who didn't understand it, you know?

like, read a book on method acting

i've been through a lot of looks and places and focuses and lifestyles in a lightweight curious fashion, more of a discovery zone than a statement

do you really want to look back on how you played king or bro every other day for years i mean zzzzz what are you a conservative? are you Elvis? Because he played the king as often as you do, princess and he was a Republican.

Bowie played the Goblin King briefly and it was explictly an evil role, portraying royalism as the establishment to be defeated.

Meanwhile there's Gaga in a crown with her Bad Romance posse and fake druggy fake decadence (the counter of albums sold and the ensuing profits is the most honestly thing about that video and what it's all about) which is just pathetic, the garishness of proudly capitalistic -- as proudly capitalistic as Trump

establishmentarian re-enforcement of daddies who owned 24 hotels or whatever thanks Gaga blech

anyhow, any deviance would be a good idea rather than copping from my page and being YET ANOTHER AMERICAN THINKING IF THEY SHOULD DON THAT COWBOY HAT FOR POWER.

how many times on this blog now have i talked about how much this video pissed me off when 'Greater Albania' Bugs Bunny here gets her rodeo on

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Dua Lipa is just more of this push for Warner Brothers to turn music into a Barbie product in the kids' bop aisle at Wal-Mart. Her lyrics don't even gel in this dumb song or her stuck up tone wrecks it... it comes across as totally fake and there being no real 'love' at all which is probably the truth, ain't it? But she sings the lie.

That White Town song she samples is better than her song, and i doubt Bugs Barbie or Lola Bunny Lips or whatever she goes by is capable of gender-bending.

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This is what good music used to be, kids. Chaka Khan gets what adulthood is about -- it's not about rabbit tricks (which are rooted in retaliatory fear of being eradicated and then turn into aggro, which is a pervasive mentally unhealthy and effectually sociopathic and repetitively abusive cowardice and sickness in most americans, from Trump to Swift) and it's not about Trumpian conquest and taking.

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#cormac mccarthy #harold bloom #dua lipa #chaka khan #modernism #westerns #postmodernism #cowboy #cowgirl #cowboys #cowboy culture #Youtube #metric #emily haines #white town

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Shakey Sundays #5:

Neil Young and the Shocking Pinks' Everybody's Rockin'

In 1983 Neil Young went bonkers when David Geffen put his foot down... who am I kidding? You all already know this story.

Yes, Neil had left Reprise Records the year beforehand and would forever regret it; yes, he dealt with his young son's inability to speak due to Cerebral Palsy by getting deep into assistive technology; and yes, he then turned that obsession into the primitive prequel to OK Computer that is Trans; yes, that record bombed even though it's actually pretty awesome; and yes, Geffen then rejected Young's next effort, Old Ways 1, and demanded a rock and roll record; and yes, finally, yes, that's why Young complied in the most Shakey possible and made the silliest record of his whole wonderfully silly career: Everybody's Rockin'.

But you didn't visit me on this fine Sunday to read stuff you already knew or can read on Wikipedia. You already know Stephen Stills sucks. You came because anybody who is crazy enough to think that this video was gonna make it big on MTV in 83 is your idea of awesome:

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I have thousands of questions about this video. Did they pay for a real helicopter? Is that where all the wind is coming from or did the desert just happen to be that windy that day? Or did Neil summon his giant Budokan wind machines to the desert? If so, are they still out there? Did Geffen pay for all this? Is he still pissed?

And what's the plot here exactly? I see that Neil gets ditched by the band, fails to ride his large scale toy train, truck and chopper to where they're at, runs to them instead, and then the real helicopter shows up... But then what? Who the hell is in the dude in the chopper and what was he planning to offer them on paper (is it Geffen? But he gave Neil a contract! And then he accepted this record and this silly band after rejecting the previous one! What the hell's happening?) before he changed his fake-mustachioed mind?

But while we are at it, who are the actors Neil hired to be the Shocking Pinks in this thing? Are any of them his actual musicians? If not, did they put this acting gig on their resume?

Finally, back to the plot: do they ever make it out of the desert? Or are they still out there, rockin' away, everyone living in a communal trailer beside the Salton Sea and singing their hearts out to bewildered seagulls?

I have no idea. But the whole thing is so silly that it's outta control awesome; it's Neil at his sloppy, wacky best. Boo-hoo-hoo. Boo-hoo-hoo.

So let's talk about the record.

To begin, everything about Everybody's Rockin' is a joke.

Its length is a joke. At 25 minutes total, the entire record is shorter than the single first song on Psychedelic Pill; when I saw Neil play with the Horse on the Weld Tour in 92 he seemingly spent an equal amount of time in between each song, admiring the band's collective feedback. I imagine he spends way longer each day talking to his newest robot.

And the album's songs are a joke. Look no further than the lyrics to the title track:

When Ronnie and Nancy do the bop on the lawn They're rockin' in the White House all night long. Everybody's rockin'...

Needless to say Ronnie and Nancy did not invite Young the White House in response. Rather, they, respectively, committed war crimes and put the moves on Mr. T.

And the Shocking Pinks are a joke. The great Ben Keith is in the group, along with Tim Drummond, one of the greatest bass players ever, and a host of other pros. But everyone plays the most simplified music of their career with great seriousness, careful not to ruin Neil's joke. Just take a listen to Kinda Fonda Wanda:

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The whole thing makes Dylan's Christmas record sound like Mozart.

Even the "Neil Young" on this record is a joke. Young acknowledges that the whole thing was "like being in a movie". He'd just finished playing the goofiest, nerdiest possible version of himself, Lionel Switch, in his dumpster fire of a film Human Highway. And he clearly wasn't done playing a bumbling dullard:

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Neil knew it all was a joke; after all, he was the one telling it. Years later he commented, "What am I? Stupid? Did people really think I put that out thinking it was the greatest fuckin' thing I'd ever recorded? Obviously I'm aware it's not."

And yet, he dedicated a full year and a half of his life to telling the joke over and over and over. He took the band and his character on tour, foisting it on audiences who'd paid to see Neil shred and play the hits; 17 years after Dylan fought the good fight at Royal Albert Hall and beyond, Neil fought a bizarre, self-created one, and it's impossible to tell to what extent he was giggling or furious.

After the two wonderful music videos flopped he even hired a big deal movie director, Hal Ashby, the guy behind Harold and Maude and Being There, to make an entire scripted film about it all.

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Neil Young: with every new wacko phase, he's like a dog with a bone. A year after Everybody's Rockin' he put body and soul into becoming the bizarro version of Willie Nelson; soon after that he donned Dan Aykroyd glasses and created his own version of The Blues Brothers. As we speak he's probably writing a Space Opera or converting water into wine, all while cackling madly.

If Neil's life is a movie, then he's forever hijacking his own script; and the sillier it gets the more fun we all have. With Shakey, Everybody's Always Rockin'.

#Vimeo #neil young #the shocking pinks #hal ashby #ben keith #stephen stills still sucks #dan aykroyd #dylan 66 #Youtube

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Guided By Voices - Toad's Place, New Haven, Connecticut, October 30, 1995

Back to the Alex Butterfield Archives. This terrific tape captures Guided By Voices opening for Urge Overkill back in the Alien Lanes era — kind of an odd matchup, in hindsight. It was the 1990s, I guess. The tour was fraught with difficulties; in fact, a few days after this Toad's Place gig, GBV was unceremoniously booted by UO. What happened?! Well, fortunately, MTV News was on the case all those years ago:

When we last left Guided By Voices, they had either: 1) Been kicked off the Urge Overkill tour; or 2) Left the tour because things were going so bad for the group. Yesterday, we got the band's side of the story from the one and only Deborah Orr, publicist for Matador Records. "GBV has nothing against Urge Overkill," said Orr, insisting that GBV was not kicked off the Urge tour. "It was completely their own decision to leave the tour. The two bands got along together fine, (Editor: Is that a euphemism?) and leaving the tour had to do with [GBV singer Robert] Pollard's injuries. The most important injury being to Pollard's voice." Being restrained in a choke hold tends to do something nasty to the vocal cords. According to Orr, the whole dispute in Toronto, in which a security guard got violent with the singer, occurred after Pollard walked back out on stage to explain to an insistent audience that, given time constraints, they would not be able to deliver an encore. Pollard, who had been drinking (as usual) believed that he needed to personally explain the circumstances to one fan, but unfortunately the security guards didn't agree, and overreacted. Orr also informed us that GBV will be off the road until March, when they go out to promote their next album, The World Series Of Psychic Phenomena.

So there you have it ... all things considered, Pollard and co. sound magnificent here despite the indie rock drama, parallel lines on a slow decline. Their opening act status means that it's a truncated set — only 18 songs in 41 minutes! With fill-in drummer Craig-O in the lineup, GBV wastes no time, playing plenty of the hits, plus a few previews of Under the Bushes, Under the Stars, which (as the MTV News report shows) was not called that yet. There were a lot of different names for that album: The Power of Suck, The Flying Party Is Here, Mustard Man & Mother Monkey ... There are also a few rarities, like "Delayed Reaction Brats," "The Worryin' Song" and "Uprooted Before Seeding." Thank you once again for the tape, Alex!

PS - You can check out Alex’s own tunes over here and here, too …

#guided by voices #alex butterfield archives

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⇸The following SMAU fanfic is inspired by the movie Scream, the 2015 MTV Scream TV series and fanficThe Final Girl by @ghoularaki . Comments, Reblogs, and Shares are heavily appreciated. Please enjoy ~ ♥︎

⇸ ⚠️ Warning/Genre ⚠️ Horror, slight comedy, interracial couple, slightly angst, fluff, social media au, senior high school/slasher au, character deaths ( major & minor), blood, detailed gore, eventual smut, explicit sexual themes, slow burn, strangers to friends au, friends to lovers au, childhood friends to lovers au.

⇸ Quick Sum up: ❝A rise in missing persons reports render a small town afraid and helpless. But when Ashe, the towns goody two shoes, gets thrown in the middle of copycat killing spree, an unknown contact comes to protect her from the shadows.❞

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"So why exactly are you here again?" August grunts, raising Ashe aloft by your hips for her to reach the top half of the bookshelf. "You said this wouldn't take all day."

"It will if you don't hold on a little longer." She stage whispers. "I've almost got it."

Rumor has it an old copy of the Draycott's archives was stored in the school's library in case someone steals the real one from the town hall building. But no one's been able to find it since Principal Doushaw had it removed for a while until he put it back in hiding.

Ashe sticks her tongue out to focus extending her arm in the direction of the book's location. She pulls out the copy, it was littered with dust and its paper reeked with age.

"I got it you can put me down now."

August lowers her, him peering over her. The heavy book rests in her hands, with tanned pages, and some pages are torn. Ashe flips through, but her face sours.

"The fuck? It's gone? It should be right here..."

"What should be right here?" August is thrown off by her response and held the back cover in his hand. The page Ashe was looking for was replaced with a folded over square of paper. He slowly rips it from the page, opening it to reveal its words.

"Excuse me young lady what do you think you are doing?" The librarian scowls.

Ashe withholds the book behind her back.

"It's not what it-"

Turns out she was talking to some other girl. She exhales in relief.

She opens it again taking the note and shoving it in her pocket. There had to be more but they ran out of time as the lunch bell rings.

"We'll come back later Auggie, you still have to treat me to lunch remember?"

He sucks his teeth side-eyeing her.

Slinging her bag on her shoulders, she pokes his cheek smugly smiling while walking ahead.

"How's about Chick Fil A?

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Facing the window at the back of the classroom, Ashe laid her head on her folded arms as she tried napping before her AP French class started. Even so, her eyes shot open when the door was slammed open.

'You've gotta be fuckin kiddin' ' She thought annoyed, her head still on her arms.

The person's footsteps stopped right in front of her desk, its chair moving for them to take a seat. They haven't spoken.

In the glass's reflection, their big doe eyes were adorably glazed in nervousness. They gulped down the lump in their throat to calm themself. Softly tapping her desk, she slowly lifted her head a bit.

"Hello to you too Ryver." She yawns.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Propping her hand up, her chin resting in her palm.

His hand flinched back.

"H-hey Ashe. Sorry about the door. I asked Sinclair where you were so I could check in on you. You didn't come yesterday. I wanted to know if you were alright."

She senses his unease, shaking her head to reassure him. "It's okay Ryver I understand. You're not the only one who was but I appreciate it."

Ryver nods, shifting his glances around the empty room and playing with his hair. His bunny-Esque teeth peek out from his plump lips as he flashed her a smile. Was he this much of a nervous wreck when they met before?

"It's just been a long day. Nothing a quick nap can't fix." Ashe lays her head back down. "Wake me when the teacher shows up 'kay?"

He was about to reply when without warning both their phone's notifications go off. Gasps are heard outside the classroom.

To her horror, it was a video of the masked stalker from the pep rally. The video was glitching like a VHS tape but the audio was clear.

"Greetings Draycott High. It seems we haven't met. But one of you has..."

Their voice is gruff as they continue.

"Don't worry kitten your time will come but for now there's the queen who must be dethroned."

Ashe's chest tightened rising from her seat.

"The prince is valuable so he too will be spared. If you found my note, you should take another look at it. You'll miss your first clue little kitten."

Crumbled in her pocket she pulls out the note, Ryver freezes and stares.

"There are many things that aren't as they seem to children. So many realities will come crashing down because the truth is too heavy of a burden to bear. Do you have what it takes to stop it?"

The masked figure pauses. Their face was hidden by a red demonic skull.

"Here's your chance to prove yourself. Shine a light on five eyes to truly see. I wish you luck."

Following their statement, the video abruptly cuts. Highly strung Ryver fixes his gaze on Ashe's crinkled nose and creased brows as she stands upright from her chair. She makes off with the note not looking back.

"Ashe wait!" Ryver calls keeping chase.

Her Converses screeching against the tiled hallway en route towards the bathroom she's stopped. Crashing into the chest of another their arms wrapped around her so she wouldn't fall back from the impact.

"Woah Woah, Ashe?- " August held her meeting her eyes. They were tearing.

He slowly took her hands, them shaking violently. "It's okay, take deep breaths for me, focus on your breathing. Focus on my voice."

Ryver halted behind a wall, his heart beating in his ears. There has to be something he can do. What could he do?

He peeks around the wall but she and him were gone.

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Brisk air filled the infirmary as they rest on one of the beds. Her knees are pulled into her chest in the fetal position, August laying behind her. His hands were at her waist and her back flush against his chest. His chin atop her head as he looks out the window.

Nurse Maisie stepped out to bring them snacks, more so to give them privacy. He hated seeing her like this but he knows he's her anchor and wouldn't change her for the world. Ashe's sleeping figure turned over, nuzzling closer into his neck. The breathing exercises he learned calmed her down, in time lulling her to sleep.

He's been there through every one of her attacks though it dosen't get any easier seeing her moisten cheeks. He cradles the back of her head, kissing her forhead when Ashe's phone vibrates.

Her and the girl's group chat notification lit up.

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After school, Ashe was driven home during the carpool however August decided to stay the night with her. The corner meximart was open so they bought a two-liter bottle of soda and ice cream for their pizza dinner Ashe's mom ordered via Doordash. She wasn't home again, something about the autopsy taking longer than expected. As for what'll happen with the video, digital forensics is looking into it.

That gave her somewhat peace of mind.

Locking the doors and windows, they got comfortable. Pajamas from August's previous sleepovers were laid out on Ashe's bed as she waited for him after his shower. Shaking down her underwear drawer for a pair, an envelope wrapped in her boyshorts hits the carpet. Its contents spill out, she kneeled lifting them.

A gold chain necklace laced her fingers as she lifted it, an engraved ring hanging from it. Dated polaroid photos with a dried rose and a handwritten letter rest in her hands. She shook her head giving a rueful half-smile.

'Why'd you have to leave...' She thought.

"Ashe where are the toothbrushes?"

Frantically she shoves the items back in the drawer shutting it.

"They're under the sink Auggie."

Ding went the doorbell downstairs. She had her knife concealed in her hoodie sleeve while walking downstairs. Through the peephole, the pizza guy stood with their extra-large cheese pie. She unlocks the door, her breathing slightly staggering.

Swinging it open, she greets him taking the box from his hands and wishing him a good night. Ashe set the box on the kitchen counter. On her tippy toes, she reaches for the ceramic plates when one slips from her fingertips. August catches the plate with his free hand keeping the other on her hip.

"Nice Spidey Sense Carrot Top."

His chin leaned on the top of her shoulder pulling her closer. Dampened orange curls stuck to his forehead and his tired sweet hue of spring clovers meet her polished amber gaze.

"You're welcome, Mary Jane."

He whispers caressing her silken skin underneath her tank top.

Unperceived, her phone sat on her bed upstairs vibrating. Her call log was filled with multiples missed from one contact.

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Billy Idol 🖤❤️

#billy idol #when mtv didn't suck #80s nostalgia #punk aesthetic #80s new wave #white wedding #sweet sixteen #dancing with myself #eyes without a face #rebel yell #gen x #generation x

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Glam Metal's Thomas S. Orwat, Jr. Interviews Wednesday 13 October 2, 2002

Aka: the one the Eric Nair thing is from

[I didn't type this up, just putting it here (and on google docs in case I delete my blog and the readmore breaks) so it's easier to read, errors are not mine, etc. Did remove a question.]

If all the evil forces in the universe joined together to form a band it would most likely sound and look like the Murderdolls. Formed by SLIPKNOT’s Joey Jordison, the Murderdolls have quickly become one of the biggest buzz bands in the world. Their debut CD “Beyond The Valley Of The Murderdolls,” reached the #102 position on the Billboard Charts during it’s first week of release. The band was also on the cover of Metal Edge Magazine before they even had a CD on record store shelves. Jordison obtained massive success with his other controversial band and it looks like he’s about to strike gold again. The Murderdolls currently consist of Jordison-guitar, Wednesday 13-vocals, Ben Graves-drums, Eric Griffin-bass and new guitarist (ex-Dope member) Acey Slade. Slade replaces Tripp Eisen, who left the band prior to the release of the cd.

The band recently embarked on a five week European tour supporting Papa Roach. When the tour concludes, they plan on doing their first major North American tour.

What follows is an exclusive Glam-metal.com interview with Murderdolls vocalist Wednesday 13. This interview was conducted on Wednesday Oct, 2, 2002.

The Murderdolls have just recently completed a tour of Japan and Europe. What was the reaction like and did you guys headline or support someone else?

It was great! Japan was unreal, you can’t really even explain how cool the fans over there are. It was a totally different experience for me and Europe as well. There is definitely a big difference from the States to there. I think they appreciate bands coming out over there a little bit more. The response to the band was great, so it was really, really cool. We were headlining over there. Tonight we head out over to Europe to begin our five week tour opening for Papa Roach.

How well did your CD sell overseas?

Great, especially in the UK. A lot of stores over there were sold out, I mean people over there are really getting into it. They realize that this is a true band and not just some little side project of Joey’s. They are accepting the band and really getting into the music.

Why did you decide to go over and tour Japan and Europe first when the CD came out?

It was what we got offered first. In Japan we played a festival in front of 30,000 people. So this was opposed to playing in America in clubs. It just seemed like a better idea. In Europe there were just more opportunities for touring than the summer in the USA, with all the competition like the WARP tour and Ozzfest and so many tours not doing so well.

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What’s the strangest thing that you have in your tour rider?

We really don’t have anything that crazy. Our bass player Eric wanted Nair, but we never actually put that into our rider. No, we’re pretty cool about it. We don’t have anything really ridiculous at the moment.

You were overseas on September 11, 2002. Being an American, were you at all intimidated by being in an unfamiliar foreign country?

Yes, a little. I definitely wanted to be home. It was really hard for us to get US TV and find out what was going on and that really sucked. We definitely thought about it, that’s for sure.

Your CD debuted at #102 on the Billboard charts, was the band satisfied with that?

Yeah, we really aren’t on the radio, on MTV our video is only being shown late at night once a day at three in the morning or something like that. It’s like we are building up this small underground force that keeps building up, so we thought the amount of success that we’re had so far is really cool. It’s better that what we expected.

You were also on the cover of Metal Edge before you even had a CD out. I don’t remember ever seeing anything like that before.

Yeah, that was pretty weird. It was very cool, I’ve read that magazine ever since I was a little kid. The guy who did the interview just heard of the band and came out to see us perform live and loved what we were doing as opposed to everything else that was coming out. He just really wanted to help in promoting the band and he supported what we did. He was tired of putting bands on the cover that looked the same, so he wanted to put us on it. It was very cool to see it on the newsstands.

Now that you’re an insider in the music industry, what are some of the most eye opening aspects of being a rockstar?

I don’t know, it’s definitely work. It’s better than a regular job, but there are days when it’s not so great. But, it’s cool and it does have it’s ups and downs. It beats working a day job.

Yeah, try working retail for 14 years.

(Laughs)

Well, now the questions that everyone has been asking. Why did one of your original guitarists, Tripp Eisen, leave the band before the CD even came out?

It was a really weird thing that he kind of sprang on us at the last minute. Warner Brothers had told Static X that they wanted them to start working on their new album immediately. In order for Tripp to be part of the writing process, he couldn’t tour with us. He couldn’t give us a time when he could and we had to promote the record and go out on tour. We asked if he could do it or not and he said that he couldn’t do it. So that was pretty much it. He had to get back to Static-X , he didn’t write or play on their last CD. So it was important for him to be involved on this one. But, he has to understand that it was also important to us to have a member of the band who was able to play every show with us and not confuse our fans. So we went with Acey, whom I’ve known for a few years. He was our first and only choice.

Will Tripp be involved at all on the next record?

No, he didn’t even write on our record at all. Joey and I did the whole album, Tripp basically just played a few guitar solos. He was never actually a part of writing. He’s no longer a part of the camp.

How does Acey compare stylistically and musically to Tripp?

Acey should of been with us in the first place. He’s on the same page with us completely. Having him come in was great. I’m glad that everything worked out the way that it did.

Did you hear what Edsel Dope had to say about Acey and Tripp?

Yes, I did. (Laughs) It’s a real long story about how that whole thing developed. Not to get too deep into it, but the drummer of DOPE was originally involved in the project with Joey before he joined DOPE. Edsel wrote about how we steal all of his band members. He attacked us and is bitter. I don’t know much about this guy, but I’ve known Acey for several years now. Acey told Edsel that he was looking for other projects and that if something else came up, he was going to do it. Yes, Tripp was with DOPE at one point too, but we never set out to dissect his band at all, but if he’s pissed off, oh well.

Were you in the band when it was called THE REJECTS?

Yeah, when it was called the Rejects, I came in as the bass player. I meet Joey in November of last year, we wrote some songs. After a couple months working with Joey, he was really into what we were writing and he really wanted me to be the singer. He then fired the singer and I moved up to vocals. That’s were I wanted to be in the first place because I really suck at playing bass.

Was it a difficult transition moving from bass to lead vocals?

No, not at all. I was a lead singer in the band I was with before I teamed up with Joey. I just came in playing the bass because Joey needed one and I wanted to be in his band. I was never really a bass player, because I suck.

How long did it take to record the CD?

We started working on sessions in November 2001, and we used a couple songs from prior sessions. Basically from November to May. It wasn’t all that long. Some of those months Joey was out touring with Slipknot.

Was recording and writing a pleasant or stressful experience for you?

It wasn’t stressful at all. It was so cool working with someone like Joey, we were like two of the same people. We had a lot of the same ideas, we would finish off each other’s sentences.

Have you had a chance to write any new material yet?

Yes, we are playing a few new songs on tour right now which will be on our new album. The next album will be a million times better. We’ll have over a year to work on new material, I just think that it’ll be so much better. We plan on doing more albums, this just isn’t a one time thing.

Do you play any cover tunes in your live set?

No, but we want to. If we did it would most likely be something from the 70’s like Alice Cooper or the New York Dolls or something like that. We will definitely do some covers in the future. We been so busy recording and touring that we really haven’t had anytime to work on playing covers.

How many records are you contracted to do with Roadrunner?

You know, I really don’t know. There are several things in the contract, but I’m not really sure how many. But, it’s not just a one CD deal, we will definitely have more.

What’s the next single and will you do a video for it?

Yeah, “Love art First Fright,” is our next single. I hope we get to do a video for it because we have a really cool idea for it.

Who were some of your influences growing up?

My biggest influence was Alice Cooper, the 70’s version when he did “Billion Dollar Babies,” and stuff like that. The Sex Pistols and Ramones, early Motley and Twisted Sister, lots of things like that.

Did you hear about Nikki Sixx’ new band COCKSTAR?

Yeah, I did. It sounds like it’s going to be very cool.

What do you think about Guns N’ Roses going out on a major tour with only Axl Rose?

It’s going to be quite different now. I was a fan back in the day just like everyone else.

Where do you think rock music is headed right now?

That’s difficult. I wish I knew because I would be a really rich man. Hopefully, we are headed in the right direction. I think that this whole nu-metal, rap-rock thing is wearing thin on people. I don’t personally think what we’re doing is the next big thing, but I honestly don’t care. We just play what we want to play. We didn’t put this band together to try to revive the rock n’ roll theme. The style of music we do has always been inside of me. Joey and I are both into bands like Kiss and Alice Cooper, we definitely have a heart for that type of music. If people catch on to what we do, that’s cool. We get some flak where people try to compare us to a lot of the 80’s proofed hair bands, we are definitely not like that. We have a punk edge to us and we’re not singing about girls. Unless we’re singing about picking up dead girls.

Have you heard the STONE SOUR CD?

No, I haven’t. I ‘ve heard only two songs from it. It sounds cool. I actually saw them live at their first show in L. A. I think Corey has a great voice and it’s a lot more commercial than SLIPKNOT or what we’re doing. But it’s really not my type of music. It’s not something that I would go out and pick up. I’m into more image conscious harder bands.

What do you think is the greatest misconception of the MURDERDOLLS?

I think some people think we’re like those 80’s bands where we all spin around on stage at the same time like a POISON or WARRANT. We are way more aggressive and harder.

Does the band have any pre-show rituals?

Before we go on stage, we make our drink which is called the Murderdoll. It’s Jagermeister and Red Bull. We have several of those and that’s pretty much are ritual. That gets us pretty wired up.

Last Question, What are you going to be for Halloween this year?

Well, we will be over in Europe and they don’t celebrate Halloween over there like we do. So I’m pretty bummed about that. I told my manager that he better send me over a pumpkin. But, Acey and I will properly still dress up, maybe like something from the Night of the Living Dead.

#murderdolls #wednesday 13 #interview #discussion of tripp (as a musician)

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tunasundays · 19 days

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Sunday April 7

hehe hi,

I recently rewatched Mtvs Awkward and remembered how much I loved having a little blog when I was 13. I got lonely tonight and had so many thoughts and I was distraught when I have no one to throw my thoughts at. So here I am typing to the void of the internet. This little blog is just gonna be a collection of thoughts classic diary style! I just wanna be able to post little entries of the different thoughts. I know it must be somewhat of a common experience for us ex Tumblr girlies that miss that random connection with people you don't know that have the same interest as you. I also just have so many fun sexy stories to tell and no one to tell them too.

lets dive in

starting with music

I am listening to The Last Dinner Party and I just am feeling the energy I felt when I watched YellowJackets. Is this a shared experience??? dying to know.I just listened to the Prelude to Ecstasy I really enjoyed it and will have more thoughts once I give it a second listen through. I yearn to have friends who watch and listen to the exact things I listen to. I want to be able to discuss these things! -- Chappell Roan is my everything and I just can not stop listening to her. I adore what she has to offer to the world of pop.-- I just now realized how much Luke Bryan I listened to in my first country phase. Like DAmn this man had a lot of bangers on the Crash My Party Album.

Lets talk tv bitches

the invincible season final had me gagged. I couldn't speak and that is rare for me. I am a chatter box but I did not have words! wow! from what I have been reading on twitter I should read the comic for all the extra context and action. I am very excited for the next season and hope it comes at least in the next year.

The Real shit

Fuck y'all. I finally got out of the two month long hookup drought. y'all I am baffled by the audacity of men. I am aware its not too surprising but god damnit!!!!!!!! This was supposed to be my redemption arc but I am very discouraged. Over the weekend I had two suitors (both from the dating apps) boy #1 had the stamina of a fucking horse on steroids. that being said there was no foreplay! but I was touch starved that I didn't give a fuck! lmao. so we go FOUR rounds. He gets off every time and I got off slightly once.The whole experience was just not uncomfortable in a non consent way but in a way it was just not my cup of tea. I am down to try everything once and this showed me I don't love or hate my toes being sucked on. wtf! I am a socks during sex type of girly and it kinda through me off guard but it wasn't the craziest part of this experience. This man fully used his jizz as a massage oil on my back and I was so taken a back! he asked me "has anyone ever done that before" my befuddled self just said No?!?! lmao! its so silly I wasn't that grossed out by it I was planning on taking a shower after he left but like what? I'm not gonna yuck someones yum but I didn't know that was a thing???? Okay boy #2 we have been talking on the snapchat for a while and went for drinks awhile back. The talks over snap have gotten spicy a couple times and we were both pretty excited to get together in person. I was excited because this man talked up his game in a very believable and respectable way. It was SO awkward and I know I am a silly person but usually I can keep a conversation going. That was not the case. So at a very random point in conversation he kisses me and It was just not good and that's a terrible start! like whaaaaaat where are your lips! You are just giving me your tongue and do not get me wrong I love a good French kiss but let me feel your lips first! so things start and I end up getting this man off two times in 15 minutes at the most. the entire experience from kissing to his double completion was 25 minutes. Which would be fine if he would of taken the time to get me off like he said he would in these past two weeks of snapchat. He is now distant and I have a feeling its because he knows he didn't provide anything exciting for me. Dating is so damn hard. The thing is I don't even want a boyfriend. I could be a perfect FWB for some very lucky attractive sex god but I can't find him!! I stupidly thought moving to the big apple would provide a better pond but damn its just not going well. That being said I'm gonna keep on trying for the plot because although its bad sex its funny stories. one day I will find a sexy person to have fun casual sex with on a regular basis. that's not too much too ask for! this is getting messy lmao its late I'm wine tipsy. haha goodnight whores xox

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gentlemanbadgerton · 5 months

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When I was a kid in the 80's, like most kids I loved Saturday morning cartoons. Some of my best memories were from that time and I specifically remember my dad showing me how to program our VCR to record the cartoons I wanted to watch but were on at the same time as other cartoons. Anyway, there was an obscure cartoon I became obsessed with called Kidd Video. It was a bit like Alice in Wonderland meets MTV, where this band got sucked into an alternate world where they were all cartoons and I think the bad guy was trying to end music...maybe. The show didn't air that long and it didn't get in syndication like a lot of other popular cartoons in the 80s i.e. G.I. Joe, Thundercats and Transformers so there wasn't a place to watch it. That is until the internet and YouTube. So the show is out there but chunks of it can't be played because of music copyright and if I take out the nostalgia factor the show isn't super great. The second season is better than the first for sure, including better animation. But one of the things I found from the show that I do really love is the original music which is sort of the pop 80's music that defines much of my style. There even is a website or blogsite that has information about the show, including a link to download the album that was probably only released in Israel. This is one of the songs that I really like, enjoy.

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#80s cartoons #80s #kidd video #cartoons #Youtube

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beelzerog · 9 months

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Rant Time: Small Towns Suck

This has stirred things up again and I have thoughts. But first, let me establish my bona fides:

I was born & raised in Nebraska. My hometown had around 600 people living in it at the time. I attended the grade school there from 1st to 5th grade and moved out of the town after turning 18 and leaving for college. To get to anything other than a tavern & a convenience store (there was a steakhouse & a couple churches that were not our denomination, so they don't count), we had to drive several miles to the nearest 'city' (population around 20k) for groceries, high school, church, work, entertainment, etc. My siblings and I had paper routes that were small in number, but long in distance. A couple summers I tore up my hands detasseling corn for seed corn companies. I was part of the town's Cub Scout troop.

Both of my parents were raised on farms. I spent a substantial amount of time at my maternal grandparents' farm. I learned to drive on a tractor that required manual starting rather than a 'fancy' electric starter. I sunburned my back helping my grandfather, uncle, & father lay down irrigation pipe. I chased headless chickens that managed to wiggle out of my grandmother's grasp. I've had my boots in shit.

So, having spent almost 20 years in small towns & 30 years living in cities, I can unequivocally say that SMALL TOWNS SUCK! And they don't have to... but they do.

I've been around that Small Town Pride mentality during my formative years. I have even expressed it myself when I was young. My grandmother brags about the fact she's lived within the same 10 miles all of her life. There's always a disdain expressed toward the cities, even at cities such as Lincoln (pop. 292k) and Omaha (pop. 487k). Always bemoaning the speed and complications of city lives, as well as thinly veiled racism as the reason for the problems. Always touting the superiority and moralness of their own. So let's get to the main thesis of this rant:

Small Towns have all the problems of Big Cities, just writ small.

I mean, that's a generalization, but not by much. Crime, Infidelity, Poverty, it's all there. I've seen village board members on power trips. Neighbors threatening lawsuits. I've spent time with children born from infidelity. Teen pregnancy: oh definitely. We didn't have gangs, we had families. The kind that had several siblings and cousins and it seemed half of them were in jail. Where if they didn't like you, they'd drive up in their muscle car, grab your arm and take you for a drag down the street until you were so busted up, the only way you were going anywhere was in an ambulance... or a hearse. Property broken into and stolen. Sheriff's cars regularly seen in the trailer park for fights or domestic abuse. Yeah, we had a trailer park in our town of 600. Had to stay away from the village street dance in the summer because of the inevitable drunken brawl that would happen and the broken glass on the street the next morning.

Here's something petty. We didn't get cable television out to our village until the mid-80's. And the village board had control over the choice of stations. Apparently MTV was just too degenerate for our small town, but funny enough, a few years later when CMT became available, it was added to our basic package.

Moral superiority? Safe place for your kids? One of my favorite pastimes on my paper route was keeping my eyes open for porn magazines. Either laying the ditches along the side of the road or peaking out of trash cans. And while I don't know where the porn movie VHS tapes we found came from, I have a pretty good idea and it would have been local. The newstand where I bought my comic books in the city was at least 1/4 to 1/3 porn magazines. And we won't get into the priest that taught at the Catholic high school, who I found out decades later was on the diocese sex offender list. I'm sure if we went back there's a few youth pastors as well.

And the racism. Oh, the racism. Like the classmate who told me that her realtor mother would always discourage minorities who were looking to buy homes. I knew a guy who, I swear, never referred to minorities and most ethnic groups with anything other than a slur. Even if he was happy with them. "You see the game last night? Man, those n-----s can run, can't they?" Also quite the misogynist as well. Beat his kids, cheated on his wife. The prevailing wisdom about him was that he was a generous soul who would give you the shirt off his back while trying to get your wife out of her's. And yeah, he helped my parents out a lot. But in the end, I think the 'bad things' column in his ledger was just too full. I usually hold him up as what I felt was wrong in small towns, but I've come to the realization he wasn't quite the problem. It was the guys around him. The ones who "didn't talk like that, because it was crude. And we're better than that.". But they nodded approvingly to everything he said and would mirror it in other conversations, just without all the F-bombs and the racial slurs. Go to church, listen to sermons about love and peace, then go home and decry anyone who wasn't like them. And it's old. My dad talks about the time in the small town he and my mother met in when an interracial couple drove through, stopped at the local tavern for a bite to eat and were told, in no uncertain terms, that they would not be served and to get out of town.

And I can't say that it didn't affect me. It took years upon years, if not decades, to deprogram myself. Some of it being my Catholic upbringing, some of it was the small town. Even as I gained friends of other religions, sexual orientations, ethnicities, and races, I had those prejudices still in the back of my mind, which would flair at times and I'd have to re-evaluate my thinking, hoping enough repetition would remove the programming. Because I've seen the thinking of the people who drink the Small Town Kool-Aid, and they make me sad, and scared for the future.

So when I talk about small towns, and when I talk shit about small towns, I'm speaking from experience. From lived experience. And you can say "Oh, it's because you didn't like sports and country music and you were all about your comics books and video games. You stopped believing in Jesus and you've lost your way. If you were normal, you'd have no problems there." And therein lies the rub. "If I was normal". If these town were the happy little places that they like to portray themselves, I shouldn't have had to be normal. But I needed to wait to go to a big city to find people who shared my interests to be my friends. That presented opportunities. And until small towns realize this. Until small town realize they are simply small version of the cities they claim to hate, with all of the problems therein, they will continue dying and they will continue to earn the destain of the people who left to find a better life.

#beelzerog #rant post #sorry for the rant #small towns

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