#Madonna type beat

[sheerunfilteredhubris]

maybe henry winter was right maybe some people are annoying as fuck and deserve to die for it /j

#nghhhhh her again #‘no madonna non lui fatemi toccare che questo porta sfiga’ type beat #🔆🐥

[souryogurt64]

what did they do now

 It is ridiculous that if a random FOB fan posts on their personal account that it rubs them the wrong way that Pete Wentz/FOB, who are infamous for being misogynistic, are suddenly pushing this whole “Deepthroat a middle aged man!! Get him to pay money for your pussy!!! Wear toddler clothes while doing it too!!!” thing— 

— Andy’s much younger influencer wife goes hunting through the dregs of stan Twitter to publicly put this random fan on blast for so-called misogyny. For months, including the DAY before this happened, I had been declining to answer, mincing words, or evading frequent anons asking me my opinion on this topic because I was nervous about this kind of thing happening due to FOB's tendency to micromanage their fanbase. 

I understand being a woman in music or married to a musician can make you a target for misogynistic harassment. But this post had nothing to do with Meredith, was not tagging Carr or commenting directly on her posts, and is a perfectly legitimate opinion to express. Like I’m not even going to start on why this wasn’t OK. 

But most importantly, it is a perfectly justified opinion to have that Fall Out boy pushing this music and imagery does not make women feel empowered and is icky. Here we go 

This type of music 

To start, on some level, Meredith is right. Women have every right to do whatever they want. Having casual sex or a daddy kink or wearing revealing clothing doesn’t make you any less of a feminist. Music expressing women’s sexuality and these aspects of women’s sexuality can absolutely be feminist speech. 

However, the music of women who have pioneered this style often make music about a variety of topics beyond sex. Their songs about sex often contain a high degree of nuance and a three-dimensional view of women’s sexuality, including the negative things women experience. I’m going to explore several cases of this and then contrast them with Carr’s music. 

#1: Ayesha Erotica

Ayesha Erotica is perhaps the best example of sexually graphic TikTok music as a form of female sexual empowerment. However, her songs are not just graphically about fucking dudes, they are more nuanced and subversive than this. 

For example, “Sixteen” is about becoming involved with a 25 year old who wants to “beat her with his cock” and tries to film her underwear when she’s walking around. While she’s initially thrilled by the attention, the chorus is “Wait, what? I’m just sixteen. And if you try anything funny, you’re going to go to jail” and contains lines like “You know that this is wrong, I don’t want your dirty talk.” 

Her tonal delivery on the chorus is important. She starts off sounding scared and confused, and then moves to more aggressive. Ultimately, this song is about a young girl learning to hold her own and rejecting a guy who is treating her in a degrading way because he has a fetish for her underage body. 

Another song, “Literal Legend,” focuses on her own self-confidence and credits iconic women across a variety of backgrounds, including Lindsay Lohan, Bjork, Courtney Love, Rihanna, Janet Jackson, Paris Hilton, Marilyn Monroe, and Madonna. Many of these women’s legacies include moments where feminist issues have been spotlighted in pop culture, such as such as Rihanna being beaten by Chris Brown, Janet Jackson’s breast on MTV, paparazzi taking nonconsensual upskirt photos of Lindsay Lohan’s vagina, et cetera. While sexual at parts, the song also makes a point to highlight her extreme confidence about her small breasts, a feature that men usually mock and find unattractive; this is a subversion of traditional expectations. 

#2 Melanie Martinez 

Melanie Martinez is frequently and harshly criticized for her over-reliance on the shock value of sexualizing children’s clothing and the daddy kink thing. 

Even so, she almost always explores more nuanced themes regarding women’s sexuality in her music. For example, “Cake” is about how she doesn't want to be valued for just sex and wants to be valued as a person.

“Teacher’s Pet” is about a student being groomed by a teacher in exchange for better grades. While the narrator is initially in love with the teacher, lines like “If I’m so special, why am I secret?”, “Stop calling me your bunny,” and “You don't own me,” demonstrate this is a song about a naive girl ultimately understanding this type of relationship is wrong and rejecting him. 

“Tag, You’re It,” is about rape. “Teddy Bear” is about a nice guy who becomes abusive. Many of her songs are also not about sex. “Dollhouse” is about the facade covering a family’s problems, and “Mrs. Potato Head” is about the pressure women feel to get plastic surgery, specifically by husbands and boyfriends. 

While her image often revolves around the shock value of sexualizing things associated with children, her music primarily deals with feminism and feminist topics. (Even if you can argue that it is poorly written or insensitively handled.)

#3 Scene Queen 

Scene Queen is probably the newest artist doing this that has blown up. While this music is highly sexualized and she relies on the “bimbo” aesthetic, there is a high degree of subverting traditional gendered expectations in her music. “Pink Panther” is about a female orgy. “Finger” is about lesbian sex. “18+” is about male musicians grooming underage fans. “Barbie and Ken” is about Barbie killing Ken. 

#4 Megan Thee Stallion

WAP—about being turned on and enjoying sex— is probably one of the biggest moments for women’s sexuality in pop culture and the controversy women singing explicitly about sex causes. Her other songs, though, explore other themes about confidence and empowerment. “Not My Fault” is about confidence and—like Scene Queen’s songs—sex between women. “Wanna Be” is about independence and dumping a guy who treated you wrong, as is her verse on “Beautiful Mistakes.”  “HISS” is about confidence and empowerment despite getting hate online—and does not revolve around a man. 

In contrast…. Carr

Carr’s music is not like this music, it is different. It is entirely about men, often reinforces typical sexual roles instead of subverting them, except one singular song that is likely putting down other women. Her music and her image also became way more sexually graphic and fetish-y after being signed by Pete Wentz. 

Pre DCD2 

2019

“Vann McCann” is about wanting guys to be more like a famous musician. “Strangers” is about drifting apart from your ex boyfriend. “Blue” is about liking a guy in spite of his struggles with depression. “Without You” is about things not working out with a guy. “Ready Yet” is about ruining a budding relationship with a guy. 

2020

“Shampoo” is about missing your ex boyfriend. “Unsaid” is about drifting apart from your ex boyfriend.  “Mixed Signals” is about not liking a guy back. “Circles” is about being unable to break off contact with your ex boyfriend. 

2021

“Poor Boy” is about not liking nice guys back, and instead wanting guys who will “treat me like a toy,” “make me beg for more,” and leave her after sex. “French Fries” is about not liking a nice guy back. “Airheads” is about liking a guy who doesn’t like you.  “Carrtoons” is about having a crush on a guy. “Kiss Me When I’m Dead” is about rejecting a guy. “Loser” is about wanting a guy to die because you don’t like him. “Sprinter Van” is about wanting to be a “groupie” and have a “one night stand” with an emo guy in a band. “Scary Movies” is about wanting a guy to die because you don’t like him. 

Post DCD2

She got signed to DCD2 around 2022. There is too much album art to catalog all of it, but prior to being signed to DCD2, her album art was often photos of her standing fully clothed, or cute drawings of things like bottles of shampoo. It was not sexually graphic. It takes a turn after being signed by Pete Wentz. 

2022

“Bed Head” is about giving a guy that doesn’t like you back a blowjob.  “Cold Charlie” is about liking a guy who doesn’t like you back. “How To Lose A Friend in 10 Days” is about ceasing communications with a guy who you were having sex with. “Sarasota” is about hating a guy. “Sudden Death” is about being obsessed with a guy your friends hate. “XL T” is about breaking up with a guy. “Almost Famous” is about being sexually involved with a male celebrity. “TV Star” is about being sexually involved with a male celebrity. 

Notably, the album art for many of these songs features her sitting on a toilet wearing red panties. There is also album art that features her in white panties. Also, “Spit” is about being in love with a guy and wanting to spit in his mouth. The album art is a woman spitting in a man’s mouth.

2023

“Sick Bro” is about having “double Ds” and “looking pretty on your knees.” The album art is her in a red bra with emphasis on her cleavage. “Dirty Shoes” is about wanting to have sex with a guy. “Spiral City” is about being sad a guy doesn’t like you back, and includes lines about being “so horny” you want to “break into his house and get naked.” 

“Doctor Doctor” is about wanting to have sex with a guy who is doctor and includes “take my temperature,” which is an anal fetish thing, and implies this relationship is inappropriate. “Step on Your Face” is about stepping on a guy’s face. This is also fetish. “Garbage” is about being mean to a guy you are having sex with. “I Like Dogs” is about things not working out with a hookup. 

“Voldemort” is about being the other woman with a guy cheating on his girlfriend. “Usual Medication” is about having sex with a guy after drinking too much. 

Notably, the album art from this year is her in a toddler tutu and underwear standing over a guy who is looking at and grabbing her butt. This guy is a mechanic working on a car; beyond the pun, it is a reinforcement of traditional gender expectations and a typical porn setup. 

“Industry Kids” is the ONLY song she has that is not specifically about romantic or sexual relationships with men. It is about hating musicians with industry connections that are almost 30 and dress like teenagers. I cannot help but notice that Daisy Grenade, the other girl band on Pete’s label, are in the right age range, and wear a style of clothing typically attributed to teenagers. They have stated in an interview that they were signed because they have connections, and that they lightly insinuated they write songs with Jakob Armstrong, Billie Joe Armstrong’s son, who was also on Pete’s label at one point. 

To compound on this, a line in “Voldemort” also implies that the woman of the guy she is fucking is “faceless,” implying the song title is comparing the woman to Voldemort and putting her down. Never mind everything with JKR.

2024

“Hot Dads” is about having sex with someone’s dad.  It includes the line “pay for my cat” implying this is a sugar daddy relationship, especially as this guy is rich. It is arguably her most graphic and sexual song to date. 

Notably, this is her first song that was produced by Jake Sinclair. Jake Sinclair is closely involved with both FOB and Panic! at the Disco. Tobias Wincorn, who also produced the track, has produced for Panic recently as well. She has worked with many producers over the years (all male), but none of them had such a direct connection with FOB until now. 

The album art features her in a tutu crawling over the lap of a much older man wearing a suit, which is a position and clothing combination commonly associated with spanking fetish material, and it goes without saying that is also implied with the “daddy” thing. 

Conclusion 

In conclusion, her music has obviously gotten progressively more sexually graphic and explicit since becoming involved with Pete Wentz and Fall Out Boy. Her earlier lyrics, while still entirely focused around men, seemed more like music I or my friends would listen to, and primarily was concerned with emotion and heartbreak. The album art often focused on her face and showed her wearing normal clothes and doing normal things people do like eat or be outside. 

Since getting signed by Pete Wentz, and especially since she has begun to work with producers that work closely with FOB, her music and image have become increasingly sexually explicit. It often involves wanting to be degraded, getting money for sex, and fetish material such as daddy kink or rectal thermometers, and concerns themes surrounding relationships that are inappropriate due to power imbalances and age differences. 

Unlike musicians that focus on women’s sexual empowerment and sexual taboos like Ayesha Erotica, Melanie Martinez, Megan Thee Stallion, or Scene Queen, there is no subversion of gendered expectations. These songs also do not explore a nuanced view of women’s sexuality that sometimes involve experiences like grooming, rape, or abuse. 

They also do not focus on any other themes beyond men like self empowerment, self confidence, queer sex, or crediting women who inspire you. They are just about having sex with men, wanting men to like you, and rejecting men. The literal only song that is not about a man is potentially supposed to be some kind of manufactured feud with other women. The only song that explicitly mentions another woman is likely putting her down.

This isn’t music that I listen to. This isn’t music that most FOB fans listen to. This isn’t music that most human beings listen to. This is like Pete Wentz has a vague idea that women singing explicit lyrics like Ayesha Erotica, Melanie Martinez, and Scene Queen are popular on TikTok right now and FOB they think they can sell this genre without understanding it or the women who listen to it—or even valuing women at all—and signed a woman who previously made normal sad girl music with the intention of putting out this image. 

Because FOB are pushing this music so hard and posted a photo of her posing with a member of the band looking disgusted at her wearing clothing items advocating that she is a “Deepthroat Queen,” everybody is constantly asking what we think of this or if we like this or if we think this is cool and for us to make posts about this.  

She—like any woman—is allowed to do whatever she wants and express herself however she wants. 

However, Pete Wentz is not a woman, he is a middle aged man, as are his bandmates. Fall Out Boy are a band that are arguably infamous for being misogynistic. They have a song title that is a joke about how unpleasant it is to have sex with unattractive women. They have a song about wanting your ex to die in a car crash because she had sex with another man. They once had a song title calling a woman a “Myspace Whore” that was changed before being finalized. Pete Wentz has said that “XO” is about groupies, and that groupies are the “wrong kind of girl.” They have a demo about wanting to kill a girl. WAMS is likely an acronym meant to put down women. This is not a band that has EVER advocated for female sexual empowerment or feminism, and in fact has made it clear they hate sluts. 

Most relevant to ME and MY BLOG, I wrote an essay about Fall Out Boy that included a quote from Pete Wentz joking about the term “Grenade Jumper” being slang for how unpleasant is to have sex with fat or unattractive women. These scans, which had been online for 10+ years, were taken down after the publication of this essay and the band began selling an EDITED copy of this interview that removed this quote and changed other quotes. 

Now that a band with such a misogynistic history is heavily pushing music like this, people ARE going to form opinions about it and they ARE allowed to feel negatively about it. If you want to be famous, not everybody is going to love your music. 

It is disappointing and upsetting to many female FOB fans my age or younger that during their decade+ as a FOB fan, Pete Wentz never ever worked with women. When he finally does start mentoring women, it’s women who make music about wanting middle aged dads fuck you and stick things up your ass. While you wear a toddler tutu. Instead of music like The Cab or Panic at the Disco or Games We Play or Ultra Q or Gym Class Heroes. It ruins the illusion that many FOB fans have developed that the band’s view of women and the way they value women has matured for the better over the years. 

Nobody should be harassing Carr online or tagging her in mean posts or commenting mean things on her posts. She is allowed to do whatever she wants. But literally nobody is doing this. 43 year old Andy Hurley’s 30 year old influencer wife got mad that a single random FOB fan felt uncomfortable with the daddy kink aspect, and publicly put that fan on blast for posting about it and insinuated this fan was being misogynistic. TBH, I feel like she knew people were saying this kind of thing on Tumblr already and went looking for someone to publicly embarrass to discourage this conversation from happening at all. 

Just like the interview scans were taken down to discredit my criticism of Pete's misogyny and make me look like a liar. This is fucking ridiculous. Like be serious. 

[blackswaneuroparedux]

She was destined to be my Gradiva, the one who moves forward, my victory, my wife.

- Salvador Dali on Gala

Dali always maintained that without his wife, Gala, he would never have been the icon of art as he became.

Gala’s real name was Helena Ivanovna Diakonova, a Russian born in Kazan in 1894. She was 10 years older than Dalí and, when they met in 1929, she was married to the poet Paul Éluard and mother to a little girl. She also had a lover, Max Ernst, who painted her in a number of portraits. It was love at first sight.

In his Secret Life, Dalí wrote: “She was destined to be my Gradiva, the one who moves forward, my victory, my wife.” The name Gradiva comes from the title of a novel by W. Jensen, the main character of which was Sigmund Freud. Gradiva was the book’s heroine and it was her who brought psychological healing to the main character.

She immediately became his muse. Gala is a frequent model in Dalí’s work, often in religious roles such as the Blessed Virgin Mary in the painting The Madonna of Port Lligat.

In the early 1930s, Dalí started to sign his paintings with his and her name as “it is mostly with your blood, Gala, that I paint my pictures”. Gala acted as his agent, very aggressively fighting for his rights with gallery owners and buyers. She was also using tarot cards to influence Dalí’s career decisions. According to most accounts, Gala had a strong sex drive and, throughout her life, had numerous extramarital affairs (among them with her former husband Paul Éluard), which Dalí encouraged, since he was a practitioner of candaulism. Also, Salvador Dalí claims to be a virgin and completely impotent as he was afraid of women’s anatomy and Gala publicly assumes her affairs with other men. Still, it seems that their relationship was quite harmonic and lucrative for both sides.

He wrote: “I would polish Gala to make her shine, make her the happiest possible, caring for her more than myself, because without her, it would all end.”

But nothing lasts forever. At the end of the 1960s, their relationship started to fade away, and for the rest of their lives, it was just smouldering pieces of their bygone passion. In 1968, the painter bought Gala a castle in Púbol, Girona, and it was agreed that the painter could not go there without her prior permission. Gala spent much of her time there in the company of young men, for whom she spent a fortune. In his turn, Dali saved himself for the company of attractive young ladies, although he didn’t want anything from them but their beauty. It was said that they held weekly orgies, though, by all accounts, the artist himself didn’t participate except to watch.

In 1980, at the age of 76, Dali was forced to retire due to palsy. The motor disorder left him unable to hold a brush, and as his condition worsened, he became less tolerant of Gala’s continued affairs. Gala was also using income from Dali’s art to lavish money and gifts on her lovers, who were mostly young male artists. One day, the artist had enough. He beat Gala so badly, he broke two of her ribs. To calm him down, Gala gave him large doses of Valium and other sedatives, which made him lethargic. She then allegedly gave him “unknown quantities of one or more types of amphetamine,” which caused “irreversible neural damage.”

Gala Dalí died in Port Lligat, Spain, on June 10, 1982, following a severe case of the flu. She was buried in Púbol, Spain, on the grounds of a castle that was a gift from her husband. At the time of her death, she was involved in an affair with a 22-year-old Jesus Christ Superstar actor named Jeff Fenholt for whom she left Dalí. But when Gala died, Dalí’s life became dull. He stopped eating and scratched his face. He was constantly shouting and crying. He outlived his wife by seven years.

They lived together for 53 years.

#dali #salvador dali #quote #gala #gravida #artist #surrealism #muse #beauty #art #gala dali #marriage #life #history #art history #spanish #artsims #culture

[princess-eddie]

Steve and Eddie have different music tastes but that doesn't stop them from enjoying each other's music when they're together. Even if it's not the type of music they enjoy at first they come to love it because it reminds them of each other. It reminds them of staring on with love sick puppy eyes as the other dances (or headbangs) and sings along to their favorite songs. They enjoy this so much that they even start to sing along together after a while.

One day Steve and Eddie are hanging out in Steve's bedroom. Eddie sits upon Steve's bed while Steve prances around the room dancing to Madonna's Like A Virgin while aimlessly tidying things up. Eddie was supposed to be working on his notes for the next D&D campaign but he couldn't help but watch his boyfriend as he shook and shimmied to the beat of the song. A smile grew upon his face, getting bigger the longer he watched Steve. Steve loved this song and even said it described how he felt for Eddie.

You're so fine and you're mine

I'll be yours 'til the end of time 'cause you made me feel

Yeah, you made me feel I've nothing to hide

Steve belted out the lyrics with a sparkle in his eyes and not a care in the world. As he spun around to face his loving boyfriend he was caught off guard by Eddie standing on the bed with a goofy grin on his face and a hand stretched out.

Like a virgin, hey!

Touched for the very first time

Eddie sang out in a high pitched voice. Steve instantly began to giggle as he took Eddie's hand so he could pull him up onto the bed with him. Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve's waist as Steve wrapped his around Eddie's neck. They swayed to the beat while looking lovingly into each other's eyes.

"Didn't know you knew the words to this song. It isn't very metal." Steve whispered with a giggle. "You love it so it gets a pass." Eddie smirks. "Besides, you said it reminds you of us so obviously that makes it special." Eddie can't help but smile. "Obviously" Steve mocks in a playful tone eliciting giggles from both boys. "I nailed that high note didn't I?" Eddie said between giggles causing Steve to burst out laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world. "What's so funny there Stevie?" Eddie asked with a fake look of hurt on his face and a hand dramatically thrown over his heart. This made Steve only laugh harder. When he finally calmed down from his fit of laughter he placed his hand over Eddie's and said "you were so far from nailing that high note you didn't even get past asking it out on a date" Laughter erupted between the two as the song finally came to an end. When the laughing died down the room was filled with nothing but silence and loving looks.

"I love you" Eddie whispers in a lovesick tone.

"I love you more" Steve whispers back with a happy giggle as their lips meet with a softness that fills them both with warmth and love.

#steddie #steddie headcanon #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington stranger things #eddie munson stranger things #steddie fanfiction #steddie fandom #steddie fluff #stranger things

[beesmygod]

im not a gamer but i love learning about the lore/themes of fromsoft games. tarnished archeologist on yt analyses architecture and connects themes with real world art history, i thought maybe youd find it interesting

im sorry anon, but this guy drives me bonkers but i think its bc he has historian degree brain and i have art degree brain.

what i mean is: there's a statue in old yharnam that depicts a woman and her attendants looking up while tending to a corpse. this one

he interprets this as everyone looking up toward an unknown celestial event unmentioned in canon. his reasoning is that because there are some real life historical examples of art made under similar circumstances (witnessing an eclipse or meteor or something like that), that this must be another example of such a thing. he also very baselessly assumes that the woman depicted in the center is the same woman in every statue and decides she was the center of the church and what he assumes is the "old religion" prior to the founding of the church.

but this completely removes bloodborne from its very specific aesthetic influences and like...established canon. soulsborne dorks (me) love to over think tiny details but the invention of characters based on the frankly bizarre idea that all women are the same is a little much lol.

here's how i interpret this statue:

the statue draws very heavily from roman catholic iconology, like the rest of bloodborne. however, it is a surface level scraping of the spooky imagery from catholic art throughout human history. there is very little ACTUAL connection to catholicism. there is no christ figure, no god, no holy spirit, and no literal madonna.

the woman at the center is a maddona-type figure in her posing, but his analysis forgets that pthumeru AND yharnam were/are matriarchies. maybe there was a king in yharnam once but annalise is/was queen. all the blood saints we meet are women, exclusively. the veneration of women in general should not be that surprising in bloodborne.

it is not depicting a stargazing event because everyone is looking in different directions.

its not even clear if the statues have eyes or if their eyes are even open; i assumed that they were closed in religious rapture

they are indoors lol. like NOW the roof is collapsed but it wasn't when the church was built

this statue is located in the church of the good chalice, which was built to worship the undying holy blood. i think he has it right that this body is being prepared for burial, but it's completely dried out and desiccated. it resembles the corpses in the chalice dungeon coffin-chests and used by the labyrinth madmen to beat you

a similar figure is seen in the statue covering up the entrance that leads you to old yharnam. in fact this might be the exact same one without the broads lol.

i dont know what this is supposed to depict but my best guess is a used up blood saint drained completely dry. but big emphasis on "guess"

[eternal-ronance-headache]

robin and nancy as moms to max

when max beats the death allegations, robin and nancy adopt her and they finally become moms

robin getting into her stash of old comics she liked and giving them to max because she thinks they're special and she thinks max is special to her

nancy teased by her girls how much potential she's got to be a pta mom

nancy making hamburgers for her [wife] and their [daughter] and they don't even mind if it doesn't have ketchup or mustard just the fact that nancy made it was enough

then robin always raves about nancy's cooking while her mouth is full of food and max just chuckles at the sight of it

nancy rolls her eyes because she finds it cute anyway

robin thinking about max while working at family video and taking home movies she thinks she'd enjoy

max constantly asks for homework help from nancy because everytime she asks from robin she gets in trouble bc most of the time they're meaningless

BUT robin has a strong suit and that is philosophy homework because her unconventional way of thinking just works really great with the subject

mothers joke about max having crushes on both lucas and el

nancy gives the peptalk going "max it's okay if you can't choose right now. you don't have to. get to know them more." and robin goes, "your mother's right, you don't have to rush anything"

when they go on trips, nancy's THE driver it's true

all of three of them love the psychedelic furs, david bowie, and madonna

nancy's the strict kind while robin's the "shh i got you, go do your thing just don't do anything stupid" type

max having two kinds of fashion senses, one from each of her parents (butch/fem)

max taking polaroids of her moms because she adores them so much

nancy teaching max how to shoot a gun and she learns real fast

meanwhile robin loses all higher cognitive functioning seeing nancy with a firearm

max craves ice cream + robin recalls the recipe from scoops ahoy and nancy tries to make them

skateboard lessons

#ronance #the way the idea of this happening has me in a chokehold #why can't it happen #nancy x robin #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #lgbt #one big happy fruity family #mad max #max mayfield #stranger things 4 #stranger things #make them happy please. #they deserve it #robin x nancy

[ask-the-young-nor-westers]

To the Engines, what type of music do you all like?

Thomas: I like a little bit of Rock and Roll from time to time. My old driver used to play some of it during our breaks. I know with the "Young Nor' Westers" around, they listen to more modern stuff. Sometimes Jonny (Jonathon) will play some London Underground on our rides. It's a wonder he hasn't crashed me yet. =-='////

Jonathon: Hey, it's good stuff. Plus, you weren't complaining. <.<

Thomas: Yes, but that stays between you and me. >.>

Jonathon: Um.... OvO'////

Thomas: Jonny.... <.<

Jonathon:..... >w>'\\\\

Thomas: JONATHON FUCKING BRIDGE--- >:V

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Edward: I'll be honest, I'm fine with anything as long as it's not heavy metal. The stuff is very rending on the ears (yes I know engines don't have ears, but that's beside the point). =v=

Eddie: That's not what Grandpa told me~ >w>

Edward: How would you like for the others to know about your little crush? <w<

Eddie: I'll shut up now. OxO'///

Edward: Good lad~ ^u^

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Henry: I like Irish music and movie soundtracks. They're very relaxing to listen to. =v=

Correlle: Tell them about Abba~ <w<

Henry: *sigh* Yes, I will concede that Correlle has managed to get me into Abba. She was listening to Chiquitita in my cab and I ended up liking it. =v='

Corelle: He also like Madonna! XD

Henry: CORRELLE!!! *wheeshes steam at her* D:<

Corelle: *dodges* And it wasn't even because of me~ >w>

Henry: Oh the Indignity.... >:(

Gordon: MY LINE!

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Gordon: I don't normally listen to music in all honesty. But, if I feel like it, some classical suits me just fine. UvU

Natasha: That's not what I remember >v>

Gordon: If you mean your kentelle playing, then I like that too. <.<

Natasha: Not what I was thinking of, but I won't out you. I at least have enough self respect, unlike some people.... UvU

Correlle: Just for that, Gordon used to be a heavy metal fa-- *is tackled by Natasha* XwX

Natasha: Замолчи!!! D:<

Gordon: WHO TOLD YOU?!?!?! D:<

Henry: Oop... <w<'///

Gordon: HENRY YOU TRAITOR!!! D:<

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James: I honestly prefer some nice Pop and rock music. I was stuck listening to some old stuff until Katyusha introduced me to some pretty swaggy modern beats. UwU

Katyusha: Да, that I did~ UwU

James: It's amazing what the internet comes up with, if you ask me UwU

Katyusha: Speaking of the Internet, you've seemed to gather more followers on your Instagram. UvU

James: Oh good! :D

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Percy: I like Irish music. I also like really goofy songs, like Yakety Sax and Muleskinner Blues. And.... well don't tell anyone this, but I like listening to the songs from the Thomas & Friends series sometimes. <v<'

Michael: There's nothing to be ashamed of there. I still listen to them as well. <:D

Percy: Oh thank Godred! I thought I was the only one. >v<'

Michael: I'll tell you a little secret Percy; all of us young crewmates do it. We're just not open about it. <w<

Percy: That makes me feel better =w='

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That's all for now! Sorry this took so long. I don't normally do the engines. Also, this is just based on a guess; I bet someone out there has better headcanons then I do.

#ttte #ttte oc #ttte human oc #ask the young nor' westers #ttte driver #ttte gordon #ttte henry #ask answered #ttte thomas #ttte james #ttte percy #ttte edward

[sunburnacoustic]

The Potholey Bible

—Robin Bresnark, for Melody Maker. December 1999

Darkly intense rockers Muse, erm, Muse on childhood alienation, future deification and trashing toilets

"Aargh! Fuck!" yelps Matt Bellamy, Muse's singer/guitarist. "I've got a stalagmite up my arse!" It's not the most usual way to introduce yourself, but nice to meet you, anyway. Still, Matt and his gloriously dark, intensely intense band, Muse, should've seen a trip to a cave coming, after calling their last single...um, "Cave." Besides, this idea's much better than the ones we had based around their new single, "Muscle Museum". Well it's a lot less sweaty, anyway.

"The idea for 'Cave' came from that rubbish American book, 'Men are from mars, women are from venus', explains Matt, lighting up a comforting cigar, after we abandon the West Wycombe Caves to their bats and waxwork dummies. "There's this bit about how men go into a cave when they get stressed and I think that's probably true, although, personelly, I tend to let it out. I did have a bit of a tantrum in my hotel bathroom last night - but I managed to repair the toilet, so that's OK." You trashed a hotel toilet? "Um sort of. Everyone does that, don't they?" No. They don't.

Then again, not everyone's favourite hobby is flying Paramotors (like a jet-pack only far, far niftier), not everyone got punched in the nuts on his first day of school for being escorted by his mum and not everyone ruined their loved ones lives back in their tender, childhood years. "That's my guiltiest memory, ' shudders Matt. "There was this massive mirror in our house, a really expensive heirloom. And I smashed it. I was swinging this bucket and spade around and it just shattered. My mum ran up to me and screamed: 'You've cursed this family for seven years!' The next year, my parents split up."

Growing up in Teignmouth, Devon, the three members of Muse (Matt, drummer Dominic Howard and bassist Chris Wolstenholme) found themselves shunted into childhoods where, if you weren't a big lunk, music was the only salvation. What made it even worse was that each of them moved to this rural vacuum from various cities at the tenderest of ages (Matt 10, Chris 12, Dom 9) setting them at odds with their peers. "We were in a tiny minority at school," remembers Dom, "The only people at school with long hair and stuff. People used to beat us up, going: 'Ugh! You look like a girl!' "So we became hash-smoking stay-in types and never went to the pubs", nods Matt. "They'd just be full of drunk, fucking cunts—people who'd hang around looking for young girls to break in and young boys to beat up.

Good job they didn't get in the wrong way round really!" Small wonder then, that when the three of them eventually formed a band, it was little more than an excuse to scream like Kurt Cobain and trash everything in sight. On they trundled, playing tacky pub gigs and changing their name on a ridiculously regular basis (Gothic Plaque, Carnage Mayhem and Rocket Baby Dolls) until, one day, Matt noticed the word 'muse' between 'muscle' and 'museum in the dictionary and the rest was histrionics. Wonderful emotional histrionics. "Not everyone saw it that way though," recalls Matt. "We got barred from most of the places we played for being too loud! Maybe we should go back and vandalise their toilets..." Or maybe Muse have got a bigger toilet to trash now.

Earlier this year, Muse signed to Mushroom (over here [in the UK]) and Madonna's Maverick label (over there [in the US]). Since then, they've toured across Europe and the States, tasting morsels of the big time along the way. "It was shocking in France", grins Matt, "We did this signing and there was a massive queue of hot women lining up for autographs. Did I signed any breasts? It was France! There wasn't enough room!" Meanwhile, they recently released their debut album 'Showbiz', recorded with Radiohead producer, John Leckie - which will doubtless exacerbate the Radiohead comparisons Muse have (unjustly) suffered since day one. "We've met enough people who understand that we're different to Radiohead not to worry about that any more," shrugs Matt, and rightly so.

Muse's only worry now is that their inevitable fame will fuck them up even more than obscurity ever did. Something Matt is all too wary of. "Either you just start hating your audience," he frowns, "or you start to think you're some godlike character. Either way you're fucked. Would I make a good God? Oh no."

"I'd like to be Zeus," hums Dom, happily, "and have all nine muses hanging around every day. (They were his daughters– Greek Mythology) They were foxy, those muses." "Calliope, Euterpe," sighs Matt, dreamily. "But my favourite is Erato, the goddess of erotic poetry!" He's lying, of course. His favourite muse was always Muse.

#Muse band #Muse interviews #1999 #Showbiz Muse #Showbiz era #muse band #muse #matt bellamy #chris wolstenholme #dom howard #muse interviews #Melody Maker #I cleaned up the interview a bit - some typos every here and there from archives #Chosen to remove the censoring because that would fuck up accessibility

[boricuacherry-blog]

I'm very much a California girl. I grew up in Long Beach, then moved to San Pedro, which was very multicultural. And my stepfather was Thai and Hawaiian. I do have a musical family, my [biological] dad was in a barbershop quartet and my mom had a lovely voice, which I of course didn't inherit. I was really athletic - I played handball in school and beat all the boys twice before the bell rang - and I had a lot of anger I needed to get out, so I figured I would play the drums. I wound up playing in bands within three weeks of starting to play. Thankfully my family was encouraging. I always wanted to be an artist. There was this gallery near our house and they use to offer oil painting lessons. And I was really into that. That was really my jam.

When I heard punk rock, it had a really big impact on me. I was like, Woah, you can do that? In high school, these girls invited me to go see The Rocky Horror Picture Show and Pink Flamingos. Then you start meeting other people, you know, the guys from Red Cross, and The Stingers [a Longbeach band], because they were also seeing the movies. There was a definite crossover with, you know, punk rock and John Waters movies.

Some of the bands I really liked going to see in Hollywood were like, The Weirdos, and X. I really loved X so much. I copied Exene's hair, with just the bangs and kind of like the egg running down your head of different colors, as if you just cracked an egg of colors down your hair. I also liked The Alleycats - God there were so many bands at that time - Nervous Gender - The Bags. I also listened to a lot of Neil Young and Nick Cave and the bad seeds.

I played in a punk band that was like an art punk band. One of my first bands was called Sexually Frustrated. The two girls that were in it were little people [midgets] and you know, I'm like six foot tall. So it was like a visual thing on top of what we were doing. I was also in a band called IUD with the same two women. We were playing with The Omelettes at Camarillo State Hospital. You know, it was very arty, and there were like saxophones.

I met Courtney [Love] through a friend and she wanted me to be the drummer in a band she was starting. Courtney really wanted to make good songs. I don't think I'd ever played in bands where the words were really revealing anything of yourself - the emotional part of being a woman. I really responded to her lyrics. It's like Courtney was speaking for me in a way I couldn't for myself. The words really tapped into something. Pretty On the Inside really spoke to me - all the horrible stuff in my childhood, the dynamics in my family and with other people - that song just really, really spoke to me. I think I wrote a lot of my drum parts to accent what she was saying in the songs. I would, like, ride the cymbal, but make it sizzle - like Rat Scabies from The Damned, he would do that alot. I'm a very emotional drummer. I'm not the timekeeper metronome type of drummer.

When Jill [Emery] joined, that was when Lisa Roberts had left. Courtney let her go because she was threatening the owner of a club with a screwdriver when they didn't pay us. It turned out the owner was the wife of Eddie Nash, the infamous gangster, so Courtney was like, "No she has to go." And Courtney had already been in acting, so she knew all the Hollywood rigmarole.

I wasn't as into Pearl Jam - I was more into Mudhoney. I really liked the garage rock and Iggy Pop - kind of that Detroit thing.

Babydoll [from Pretty on the Inside] was about Madonna. Courtney saw her driving a Mercedes and didn't like it. Courtney worshipped Madonna though. I think that was her playbook. She wanted to be the rock version of Madonna.

I guess it could be said that grunge owes a lot of its existence to Reagan. We were deep in Reagan's America at the time, with the hypocritical values at the time.

Around the time Courtney got pregnant, I was also pregnant, but didn't realize it at the time. I'd had the flu for weeks, and Eric [Erlandson] goes, "Maybe you're pregnant." And it turns out I was. And unfortunately, my relationship at the time was breaking apart because I was always gone [on tour with Hole]. I got a voice-mail on my answering machine that I was being let go from the band, and this was after Eric had already given me money for an abortion. Courtney was telling me we were gonna be playing with Sonic Youth in November in Japan, so she didn't think me being pregnant was going to be good with me playing drums. So I thought, OK, as part of my career move, I'm going to have the abortion. And then she just kicked me out anyway.

I was actually kicked out three times, which a lot of people don't know. Courtney chastised me in the middle of a show because she thought I wasn't playing fast enough. I felt she was publicly humiliating me, so I threw a drumstick at her head. She was mad and kicked me out. Then it was like, OK you can come back if you just do Slimfast and cigarettes and then play drums everyday and do drum lessons. She really liked how I played, but she wanted me to play perfectly, like a Dave Grohl. So I would just comply - I lost weight, etc.

There were a lot worse experiences I had with Courtney, like her telling me, 'I made you,' and stuff like that, like saying I needed to do whatever she wanted at any given moment because 'I didn't even belong here.' So it feeds on your insecurities. That's what manipulative people do. It just got more and more tense that way.

And I mean at first she would, like, spend the night and we would pig out on Entenmann's and watch like weird videos, and have fun like that, but you know, now I realize what she was doing - she was trying to learn all my Achilles heels. And then she would just press on those things when she wanted me to do something.

Courtney was really smart. She was a speed reader - I mean she went to Montessori school - so she's a fascinating person.

Kurt's funeral was intense. There were about 50 people, not a lot of people there. It was Kurt's family, the Sub Pop family, and just all the people he knew. I was around Kurt, but I didn't really know him. We had very few private moments and unfortunately we did not get to be friends. I went to his apartment one time and he was in his pajamas and I sat on their bed. And he was excited to tell me he had a dream about me. He goes, 'We were in Aberdeen and we were riding bikes in my neighborhood,' and I was asking questions and he was telling me about it. And Courtney was standing in the hallway, very Bette Davis, smoking a cigarette, and she goes, 'Well he needs some female friends, but not you, your tits are too big.' And I was engaged to be married, so I don't think she thought I was flirting with him. And then he just looked at his feet, really ashamed. And I left shortly after that. But I'm proud of what we created.

-Caroline Rue, original drummer for Hole

#caroline rue #interview #hole #courtney love #pretty on the inside #carolyn rue #kurt cobain

[fatheroffdensen]

mundane dethklok headcanons for the soul (no aotd spoilers!)

(as previously stated in some rb tags) i think pickles never even tried to get his license and he just drives illegally. he probably learned to drive + fix shitboxes on his own because when you're a runaway 14 yr old in the midwest there isn't a lot to do besides having shotgunning contests with the local mechanics

nathan cannot parallel park and he took his driving test 10 times before he just stared down the instructor silently until they let him pass

i also think that nathan goes thru phases of literally not eating/drinking anything that isn't doritos, chocolate milk, and beer and after a few weeks someone has to remind him that vegetables exist so he doesn't die. like yea he enjoys fancy food and wine and all that rich people shit, but obviously cool ranch doritos and chocolate milk is the best thing a death metal vocalist can eat

murderface can't cook per se but he can improve a box of kraft mac n cheese into the best, sluttiest, most ridiculously delicious meal you've ever had. hot dogs, 5 different types of cheese, so much butter, the whole 9 yards of mac n cheese magic

i think toki would enjoy weed! him and murderface become regulars at the dispensary and are smoke buddies together. sure dethklok does ALL drugs but toki with medical weed for all the ptsd to help him relax? it makes sense to me :)

also post doomstar if AOTD didn't happen i would love toki to have an emotional support animal for his ptsd. probably a cat.

skwisgaar hates dogs because they remind him of the various times he was chased by actual wolves in rural sweden as a kid, but sometimes small and affectionate dogs like corgis can manage to melt his 'icy' heart just a bit (his heart isnt actually icy but we all know that)

after extended stress, pickles gets very agitated and explosive, so sometimes murderface will pick a fight with some random dude to give pickles a chance to vent out his anger by beating someone tf up. also because murderface thinks its hilarious because pickles can kick the shit out of like 6'3'' bodybuilders with the sheer force of his little-guy-rage

charles is a fan of kate bush, madonna, cyndi lauper, cher, just a huge amount of artists that he would probably be made fun of for liking. but very very rarely he'll find himself at (maybe a gay) bar where no one recognizes him, and he becomes the life of the party when girly 80s pop comes on. maybe he can even bust down some kinda old school but actually very skilled 80s ass dance moves..

#im gonna add more as i think of em #i love the day to day soft shit more than anything tbh. feeds my heart #metalocalypse #dethklok #blackfire

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Thranduil and Josie Part 78- Jareth

Summary: 6pm, the night before the masquerade ball. Lestat makes a long overdue decision and heads out to set it into motion. Josie awakens from her violin induced nap remembering another disturbing dream. A man from her past appears that she had forgotten all about and someone else she has never met. Raven is stark raving mad and uses black magic to help her situation. The outcome isn't quite what she had in mind. Welcome Jareth the Goblin King, whom Raven gets down and dirty with in more ways than one. He certainly knows how to make an entrance. Raven comes up empty handed in a search for something. Moose is in danger. The grand elk is highly underestimated by a naive Raven. The King and Queen share a moment that is interrupted at the most inopportune time. The stables are on fire! Marius helps out again and Raven vanishes. Thranduil and Josie make up and he stays by her side all night, but first she tells him more of her dream. Thranduil is taken aback by what she tells him. He then reveals who Jareth is. Narcisse's stallion ends up back in Dorwinion running wild. The black beauty tells a tale to his keeper.

*Virgin smut* *Language* *Angst*

After you had fallen asleep to the weeping sounds of Lestat's violin, he sat motionless for hours watching you as your eyes moved about in a state of dreamland.

Although vampires could sleep, he hadn't done so that soundly since the time Marius left to teach him a lesson about his defiant ways. For 100 years he lied dormant inside a New Orleans crypt until he was ready to face eternity alone.

It was almost his feeding time as dusk was on the horizon. Lestat went out to his balcony swing and sat for a moment gazing at the descending sun. A decision weighed heavily on his mind. One he knew he needed to make after his time spent with you. One he should have made long ago. The patience he held all these years to protect those Louis cared for had ran out. They meant nothing to him and only caused him turmoil. It was also clear he was of no importance to Louis after left him with his baggage. Lestat's decision was made and then he vanished into the impending darkness.

Your dreams were all jumbled again. You were in your room with your dad and he wasn't feeling well after drinking his tea. It was Halloween and you were dressed in some Madonna type get up to hand out the candy with a neighbor girl you had made friends with. You wanted to just stay with him but he insisted you go and he would rest. So you had him lay on your bed and you left.

As you walked out the front door, you saw all the trick or treaters and their parents. One in particular stood out that frightened you. A very tall man, blonde hair that was shaggy on top, then long and straight from the ears down. He stopped and stared at you as all went silent and still except for his hair that blew in the wind. It was like time had stopped. His eyes were cold and dark like death and he smelled of a musty dungeon that reminded you of the dark elves cave.

It was like no one else saw him as they all passed you by. You wanted to scream but you could not even speak. But he did.....

He bent down just down just inches from your face and told you time is short and that he would see you soon. "It's only forever. It's not long at all."

He touched your hand and you saw a vision. A place you had never seen and a clock that held a 13th hour.

You gasped and ran from him as fast as you could. When you got to your friend's porch, you beat on the door screaming for help, then turned to look back and he was gone. When the door opened, you ran through to find yourself in a large unfamiliar library. Your friend was getting a book from a high shelf. A book that looked just like Ashmole 782. Only she didn't physically take it down, it magically floated out to her.

You gasped causing her to swiftly turn around. Only it was not your friend. She had long blonde hair that was pulled back in one thick braid and eyes....her eyes were like moonstones. They were Thranduil's eyes.... "Leeanduil?"

She sweetly smiled. "Look behind you. They're coming."

You turned to see multiple figures in black cloaks and....Aragorn.

Up you sprung, screaming for Thranduil as the sound of a clock chimed 6 times. You composed yourself as you realized you were in Lestat's room where you had fallen asleep, and that is was now evening time. You had slept the entire day and Lestat was gone. You ran as fast as you could to find your husband.

One hour earlier before Raven's escape:

Marius shoved Raven inside her room and slammed the solid iron door shut. All that could be heard through the towers winding stairs was the echo of the slam and the lock turn...along with Raven's profane muffled screaming.

Raven threw herself face first onto her bed, cursing and beating on it. She then flipped over on her back and breathing heavily as she stared at her iron latticed window. Through clenched teeth she spoke. "They will not confine me in here like some dirty little secret." She got up and went to the window peering down the 6 stories at the ground. "Why does saint Josephine get a King to save her when she called for him and I get nothing! It's not fair!!!!"

Raven then glanced over at her vanity that held one of her many books of spells. She flipped through the pages and ceased when one jumped out at her. She laid the book over the fireplace mantle and began to chant.

"Magic Forces black and white. Reaching out through space and light. Be he far or be he near. Bring me a King that all shall fear. Love me he will and set me free. Oh King of great power and many sights, I call to thee! Take me away from this awful place!"

The palm of her hand lit up with fire as she stared at her window.

The call of an owl came from below and her book burst into flames.

She jumped back with a heavy gasp. "It's not supposed to do that..." she whispered in fear. Off to the window she darted. There sat a white owl peering up at her from a stone post.

The wind had picked up and made a screeching howl against the glass which then began to vibrate. The owl took flight and flew directly towards her window.

As Raven took one step back, the iron bars flung off into the wind as if a tornado had ripped them free and sucked them away. She let out a squeal and kept moving back while keeping her eyes fixated on the window. Something was coming.

The window panes burst open and there stood what appeared to be a man sheathed in all black with platinum blonde hair like the elves, only he was not an elf at all.

"Who....who are you?" Raven stuttered.

He walked towards her, his 4 inch heeled boots clunking on the stone floor. Looking into her eyes, she noticed one was brown and one was blue.

"You summoned me and yet you ask of my identity. Hello Raven. I am Jareth. King of the goblin realm."

"How...do you know my name? and y...you do not look like any goblin I've ever seen."

The goblin king let out a chuckle. "For I am no goblin and I know many things."

"Th...then...what are you? A fae or something like that?"

"Something like that. Now let's get to why you have called me here young crossbreed. You desire freedom and seek revenge. Yes?" he said as he effortlessly rolled a clear crystal ball back and forth in one hand like it was a toy.

"Y...y..yes. And...you can give that to me?"

"I have already done so. You are now free to leave. I am sure that revenge is something you do not require assistance for. I can see the evil flow about you. Just my type. Why do you think I heard your plea?" Jareth scanned her up and down like she was eye candy to him. A shiny new toy aside from the one he toggled about like magic.

"Normally I would not need any help but I am outnumbered here. Bunch of heathens all think they're better than me and have locked me away." she scowled.

"I have no ill with the elves or the vampires. They are not of my kind. You would have to have something of value for me to involve myself in provoking such unnecessary rabble." He did it again. Gawked at her from head to toe. "Do you possess anything that I desire?"

She grinned at his boldness. "I may....but I need to take care of something first. Thank you for freeing me." Raven headed towards the window and Jareth raised his hand. An unseen force wrapped around her arms and drug her on her feet right back in front of the goblin king.

"Going somewhere?"

"You said I was free to go?" she gulped as she stood paralyzed in his invisible grip.

"You are, but first I require payment for my services."

Raven knew exactly what payment he was demanding as he undressed her with his eyes. "You can't be serious? I just met you. And to be honest, you're not exactly what I had in mind when I summoned for a King."

"And what was it that you had in mind? A white knight upon a fiery steed? Someone more like....the Elvenking per se?"

"Well....yeah. Kinda. No offense."

"Plenty taken. His kind makes my stomach turn. I know who he is very well. There is none who do not. You would never earn his desires. Yet you know this. And the the other King you crave does not want you either. They're not good enough for you. They don't appreciate the beautiful wickedness you behold. I can offer you that. Your powers and mine combined would be hellfire. Let me show you. I am certain you will change your mind after you've had my taste in your mouth. I ask for so little. Just fear me. Love me. Do as I say and I will be your slave."

Raven knew he was right about Garrett and although she had a secret thing for the Elvenking, he was also correct on him too. They each shared a one true love, her sister. Thranduil despised Raven and probably wished her dead. All she wanted from him at this point was revenge for what he did to her and by hurting him, she could also hurt her perfect sister. Although Jareth was quite eccentric, he was definitely gorgeous, Raven thought. And he wanted her when no one else did. The only thing was....she had never been with a man. "I...I...um...I never..."

"Had the pleasure of a cock?" he blatantly said with a grin. "There's a first time for everything. I assure you, I will be gentle. I am no monster unless I am forced to be. I can be quite generous actually. But I can also be cruel. The choice is yours as is anyone else's as to what side they see."

He removed his overcoat and sat in a chair with his leg propped over the arm. In one of his black gloved hands was a horse whip with a crystal ball on the top like the one he juggled about earlier, only smaller. Tapping the whip on his knee high black suede boot, he stared Raven down impatiently waiting for her decision.

"O...ok. I will do it." She found him greatly desirable not only in his skin tight gray leggings but also in the way he looked upon her like no other had. The sound of the tap tap tap from the crop was now turning her on immensely.

Jareth smiled at her submission. 'Splendid! Now please, do me the honor of undressing for me. I wish to see the bare canvas."

Raven bashfully looked down and could tell she was blushing. She had never been naked in the presence of anyone. "I...I'm a bit..."

"Shy? I can assist with that." Jareth snapped his fingers and her clothes all fell to her feet. She squealed and flung her arms crisscrossed over her breasts as she turned away from him. His boots clacked slowly across the floor as he made his way over to her. Another squeal peeped out of her with a slight jump as he lightly cracked the whip one time on her nicely rounded ass cheek. "Turn around. Show me the painting."

Raven trembled as she slowly rotated back to face him. It was slightly fear that made her shake so, but it was all lust fueled and the goblin king ate it up. Fear aroused him. He brushed her hair off her shoulder and brought his lips to her ear. "Remove your hands from your breasts." She hesitantly did and a ferocious smile formed on his mouth. His free hand came up and cupped one of her small plump globes. Raven's eyes closed as a gasping moan escaped her lips. The cool touch of the leather glove stirred her core. This delighted Jareth as his cock was now extremely prominent through the thin material it was firmly held captive in. The sight of it brought out her inner beast and suddenly her hand laid upon the hard mass, groping it. Jareth had no complaints although his groans told another story. His cock begged to be freed from it's confinement.

"I've shown you mine. Aren't you going to show me yours?" she grinned like a sly fox.

His grin matched hers. "Gladly." He undid his leather cummerbund and let it crash to the ground and then yanked his shirt free of his pants. Now that his waistline was clear of entrapment, the head of his cock found it's way into view. Raven's eyes bulged at the size of him. She knew right then and there how much this was going to hurt. "Do you like what you see? I assure you, it likes what it sees now that it can view you."

Raven stammered as she stared at the precum floating atop his protruding head. "V...very...m..much. Not to be a buzz kill but...h..how? "I'll never be able...."

"Never say never. You just need some loosening up." With that, he swiftly devoured her mouth as he pushed her against the wall. Even a kiss she had never experienced so she mostly let him lead. His tongue swirled about hers and over her teeth. He tasted of a ripened blood orange and the musty cave smell he had carried in was now overrun by his sexual aroma which reminded her of lemon zest. He was a mixture of sweet and sour and it was making her walls ache which released a rush of wetness between her thighs. The ghastly feeling she had when he arrived was long gone. It was like this was meant to be.

He could smell her juicy essence. "Now, you are ready." He slid his pants over his cock and let them rest around his knees. Her eyes widened even more at the full length of him. He lifted her up against the wall and she locked her legs around him. His lengthy girth teased against her clit as he deeply kissed her again. Slowly, his fingers found their way into her folds and he slid them back and forth until they were saturated. Using 2 of them, he gently inserted his digits into her entrance with shallow movements. Raven cried out at the initial shock and bit her bottom lip until his fingers were fully submerged. She dug her nails into his back as he began to slide his fingers in and out. As he did this, he grinded his cock against her while groaning something fierce into her neck. "I must have you now. Bite my shoulder if you must. I will go slow."

Raven's entire body tightened up as he placed the head of his throbbing cock at her entrance. He could feel her tension. "You must relax or this is going to be unpleasant only for you. Your tightness will not allow me to last very long and I want you to rave in the pleasure of release either before I do or with me." She nodded as she pursed her lips in anticipation. Jareth continued by inserting his head inside of her and pumped with facile thrusts. Raven began to move her hips as the cushiony feel of his head was invigorating. Taking his tip in was simple but the solid swelled shaft after it was hell. She could feel herself tearing no matter how slow and easy he pushed. Her teeth, minus the fangs, ripped into his shoulder just as he told her to do. He was finally reaching half entry and kept it there for awhile, sliding in and out. He brought his thumb to her clit and began massaging it. The sensation felt so good that it caused her hips to rock intensely. "A little more." he proclaimed in a deep grunt. "Then it will be easy and pleasureful." He carefully manipulated his cock the rest of the way in at a steady pace to allow her wetness to fully lubricate him. Her moaning became erratic as he came to fill her up entirely.

Jareth grinded deep and hard. Raven could feel his cock twitch here and there which made her pant. He now began to roll his hips as hard heavy breaths expelled from his mouth. The rolling movement grazed her sweet spot and her entire body went into convulsions as she climaxed with high pitched mewls spurting out of her mouth. She had pleasured herself before but it never felt anything like this. Her tightness made Jareth feel every contraction of her walls and he became unhinged. Faster and faster he pumped. His hand slammed against the wall accompanied by a hefty long grunt as he pulsated inside of her. He growled against her lips and kissed them passionately. "Is it still not fair? What your sister has now that you have tasted me?"

Raven's head laid back upon the wall with her eyes closed and a heavenly smile carved on her face. "It is so fair." she whispered.

The two dressed and Raven's face drooped. "Now that you've had me, are you going to go away?"

"Dear child. Did you not feel the hellfire that occurred between us? Have you not listened? We are one now. You belong to me. I will exit for the time being but I shall not be far. I do have a kingdom to rule. When you have taken care of your needs here, I will come back for you. A little word to the wise. Never try to use your power when you are weakened. As you can see, it did not work out as you wished it to. Yet, it came together as it was meant to be... Irony at it's finest. Your power should now be restored." Jareth traced her lips with his thumb as he formed a satisfied grin, then in the blink of an eye....he was gone.

Raven stared at herself in the mirror and gave her arm a good pinch. Did this really happen? she asked. It was quite evident that it had. As she began to walk, she winced in pain for she was most certainly torn and her walls throbbed. Aside from that, for the first time she was happy and felt wanted. But she wouldn't be fully satisfied until those who crossed her felt the pain she has. Out the window she went.

The dungeons of the de Lioncourt castle were an endless labyrinth. Raven made her way back to where she was held by retracing the path her mother guided her on. It's not like she knew the darkened prison well as she was mostly always locked in her tower for bad behavior. The dungeon was only used for when she needed an attitude detox per se. As she arrived at the cell where the prisoner had been, she found it to be empty.

"What the fuck?" she whispered and glanced all around. "I know damn well someone was in here." Raven came to the conclusion her mother must of had them moved since she didn't seem too happy that they had spoken to her. Or...Raven supposed they could have been set free...or...even killed. "Damn it." she huffed and left. If the person was still down there, it would take her hours to locate them because she knew her mother would have hidden them extra well. She wasn't about to get lost trying to find them as she was already starved to death and needed to hunt.

With a wicked grin, she first headed for the stables. What better way to get back at Thranduil then to destroy his prize elk....

As she approached the stable's, Moose was wandering about freely. He did not need to be confined in a stall like the horses. The great elk was most loyal to his master and companion King Thranduil and obeyed his commands. He also shared hatred in Thranduil's enemies. Little did Raven know the force she was about to reckon with. Moose sensed her evil presence as she came up behind him. The extremely intelligent stag went about his snacking on the generous pile of grass, tree leaves, twigs and aspen bark. "Hey there you big ugly flea and tick bag. What do you say to a little fire bath to cure you of the infestation?" she said in baby talk in an attempt to make the elk think she was friendly.

If only Raven knew that Thranduil's elk was quite magical like the Elvenking and that he understood every word she said. Moose continued eating to portray he was not frightened in his own attempt for her to come closer. When she was just at the right angle, the 1000 lb wapiti upheaved his back legs and blootered her across the stable. Moose then galloped outside and waited for her. It was his way of protecting all the horses from a possible blaze.

"You disgusting rabid diseased rodent! You will pay for that!" Raven screamed as she came limping out.

The pissed off elk taunted her with screeching bugles in his own way of saying 'bring it on witch'.

And then off he ran trying to lead her away from the stables.

But instead, she did what he feared she would do. "How about I make us some chargrilled horse instead!" The unhinged arsonist conjured flames into each hand and began flame throwing at the barn.

30 minutes earlier:

You had been frantically running around the caste's halls searching for Thranduil to tell him of your dream. You ended up at Haldir and Legolas' chambers and went to knock until you saw the door was a few inches ajar and heard voices. Thranduil's being one. But you knew he was already in there because you could smell his sweet aroma of lilacs. You knew you should have just knocked and went in, instead of lurking because Thranduil always knew when you were near him.

You cringed when you heard him call you out. "I know you are there. Why do you linger in the shadows?"

You let out the deep breath you were holding and slowly walked inside. The King and Prince were there but not Haldir. "Th..Thranduil...I need....." You closed your eyes and leaned on the wall. Thranduil could see you were distressed.

"Legolas. Glenn- hi!" (Go now). He nodded and quickly left, offering you a light smile as he did so.

"It is clear you are troubled. Has something happened?"

Of course something has happened, you thought. His earlier words had drove nails into your heart. But you needed to forget that for now. "Thranduil...I...I saw..." You began to cry and couldn't finish your sentence.

He immediately came up to you and placed his hand on your forearm. "Take your time. What did you see?" His tone was calm and caring. Nothing like the cold and heartless one from hours ago.

"I....I saw our daughter....in my dream. She...she was older. Around Raven's age." His eyes lit up with your reveal. "She had the book...Ashmole...and then..." You held your breath with pursed lips.

He then took your hand into his. "And then what Josephine? Why are you so distraught?" he said with genuine concern.

"She...she said....they were coming. And then I saw a group of black cloaked figures. I...I couldn't see their faces. Their hoods were up and it was dark. And then Aragorn...he was there. I don't know why. He threw a fire stake at them and I woke up....."

"Nazgul...." he whispered with a worried look.

"Naz...what?"

"Death dealers. They come when there is something they want. Aragorn knows of them very well."

"I...I ....aren't they the vampire assassins that are after my mother and Raven?

"Yes." His expression was now a thinking one as he began to slowly pace.

"Thranduil! What does this mean?? Are they coming here???"

"You have nothing to fear. I will let no one harm you or my child."

"Don't you mean our child?"

"Take it any way you like." he coldly said and walked away to pour his wine.

"Oh...well ok. I'll just go then. Thanks for giving a shit about me." You turned to leave as your eyes burnt with forming tears.

"Like the way you give a shit about me?" He abruptly called out.

You halted in the doorway and turned. His back was to you as he stood at the wine table. You lowered your head in defeat. It was all becoming too much. "You're right...I have treated you poorly. Thranduil I..."

"Yes...you have." He knocked back the drink and poured another.

"My god Thranduil, what do you want me to do?? Get on my knees and beg you for forgiveness? Never mind your secrets and lies. I'll take all the responsibility if that will make you fucking happy. Will that work for you?" you cried and dropped on your knees. "There! I am on my knees begging you to love me."

"Stop this foolishness Josephine. It is beneath you."

"But that is what I am right? Beneath you! So here I am......beneath you. I can't take this anymore! I love you Thranduil! So much! I don't know what else to....." Pain shot through your stomach in that moment and you doubled over crying out.

Thranduil dropped his glass and fell to his knees before you. "Josephine! What is it??"

As soon as he touched you, the pain ceased and Leean began kicking. You gasped and raised your tear streaked face to his. "Thranduil.....she's....kicking. Feel!" you cried and laughed as you grabbed his hand and placed it on your stomach. When his hand contacted your belly, she gave him a wallop of a kick which tickled you. His eyes widened in astonishment and the side of his mouth lightly raised into a half smile. You laid your hand over his. "Do you see? She doesn't want us to fight. She doesn't want us to be apart. I...I don't want any of those things. I just want you. Only you. and our little girl. Just the 3 of us. Together forever."

Thranduil's heart grew 3 times bigger than the grinch's in that moment as he gaped at your tears and love engrossed eyes for him. He brought the back of his hand to your cheek and wiped your tears as tears formed in his. "Go- an uir." (Together for eternity) he whispered. The King was dying to kiss you as much as he had been dying inside without you. Slowly, he brought his mouth down to yours. Just as your lips touched, he flung back and gasped. "Moose..."

Thranduil's furry faithful friend had called to him. "Raven....she is setting fire to the stables!"

Thranduil summoned Legolas and Haldir as you and he ran to save the horses. As you all arrived, fire was everywhere. Moose was running amok around the stables.

And then....there she was. The fire obsessed lunatic appearing to be in the middle of a complete mental breakdown.

You attempted to run for the stables and Thranduil grabbed you. "No! it is too dangerous!"

"Thranduil, the horses!!!" you cried as you could hear them screaming for help. Out of nowhere, Marius swooped through the stables, unlocking their stalls at the speed of light and and shooing them out. He then showered the barn with a tidal wave of water. The horses scattered. They were Narcisse's horses that he had lent you and Legolas. One was Thranduil's that Haldir had rode when he and the King left Mirkwood to come here. The one Aragorn had he took with him when he left. Haldir and Legolas swiftly contained their horses but yours, the black stallion, was too spooked and ran into the forest.

"Oh my god...Thranduil. I am responsible for that horse. How will he survive in this cold and with no food?"

"Do not worry my love. He is as clever as Moose, and has a connection with Narcisse the way my stag and I do. The Friesian will return to Dorwinion."

You felt somewhat better but were worried what Stephane was going to think of your carelessness with his prize breed. Moose came trotting up to Thranduil. It was the sweetest sight to see them nudge each other's noses. "You did well my friend." Thranduil complimented the mighty beast and stroked his neck. The immortal elk had been through hell and back with his keeper and they had formed a bond like no other. In fact, Moose had belonged to Oropher but he connected with Thranduil on a much deeper level. Best friends they were since Thranduil was a small elfling. They had saved each other's lives on more than one occasion and they both bore the battle scars to prove it. You weren't sure how the great elk was immortal, but you had a feeling it was Thranduil's mother's doing. She saw the bond her son had with the animal and made sure they would never be separated, was your guess. It would also explain how they can speak to each other. Magic....

Raven had split when she saw Marius. She obviously didn't want to be drowned again and then locked up as well. You were sure this time, they would have thrown away the key. Marius tended to the horses and Moose by moving and securing them in another location for the night. Thranduil despised vampires but he must have trusted Marius in some way to allow him to handle his elk. Marius had proven himself worthy more than once with what the King held dearest to his heart was your guess. You all went back inside and Thranduil insisted you come with him now that the bat shit crazy bitch was loose again.

You changed into some night wear and laid upon the bed. "Thranduil....what if she comes back? What if...."

He had removed his outer robe and came right to your side. "You are safe with me. She now knows of my power and that she is no match for it. I swear on my life, I will never allow you to be harmed."

"Will you please just hold me? I need your arms around me. I...I need you my one and only King."

Your words meant everything to him and he did as you asked. Thranduil climbed on the bed and laid beside you with his hand on your baby belly. You laid your head on his chest and listened to his beautiful heartbeat. A sound you could never live without.

"Thranduil....I..I saw my dad again in my dream too. It was Halloween just like tomorrow is. I wish I knew why I keep seeing him. And then I...."

"What is it my love?" he said and kissed the top of your head.

"There was....I saw this man...It was another memory I had forgotten all about. I was only 16 at that time. He....he told me time was short and it was only forever, then he said he would see me soon. There was this clock with a 13th hour and he had some crystal ball that he floated around in his hand and...."

Thranduil sat up stiff. "Did you see his face?"

"Well...yeah...he had blonde hair...like yours but it was spikey on top and....his eyes....one was brown and one was...."

"Blue...." Thranduil whispered.

Now you sat up and stared at your obviously worried husband's face. "Thranduil? Do you know who he is?"

He hesitated. "I...I do yes. His name is Jareth. He is the King of Goblin town in the Misty Mountains between Mirkwood and Rivendell."

"G..Goblins?" you said with a shaky voice.

"Yes...abominable creatures of the dark caverns. Some small and some atrociously large. Extremely vicious. We steer clear of them."

"But he..he looked...human? Why does he rule over such monsters?"

"That's because he is. An evil one at that would be why."

"Well...why did I see him? What could he possibly want with me? He had powers. What is he?"

"I do not know why he appeared to you or what his motives are. He's powerful because he is a warlock. So was your father as far as you suspect. If that is the case, then that would make sense as to why he may have some interest in you."

"Thranduil...please hold me all night and don't leave. I don't want to dream anymore and your arms help that. My dreamcatcher is in my room and ... I don't need that...I need you. Just you."

"I am here my sweet girl and I will leave no more unless you order me away. I will fix this. All of this." Thranduil snuggled down under the covers beside you and cradled you close against him. "I love you my Queen. Please forgive me for my actions."

"Only if you forgive me. Deal?" you smiled.

"Deal." Thranduil smiled back and pulled your head under his chin. You fell fast asleep in the magical hold of your King's arms, but he didn't. This new information had him on edge. Thranduil stared into the darkness as you slept while he internally worried about the notorious goblin king.

Halloween morning in Dorwinion:

"Lord Narcisse! Come quick. Your stallion is here running wild!" Ashur shouted to Stephane as he sat by the fireplace drinking his morning tea.

As Narcisse arrived down by the bay, the guards had managed to lasso the panicked stallion as he ran through the water's edge.

Stephane was angry. "Take that leash of my horse this instant! He will come to me on his own." The guards cut the rope free and sure enough, the black gentle giant came trotting up to his master.

"Whoa! Hey there big fella. Where have you come from? And where....is your rider, Josephine?"

The horse halted and snorted as Narcisse stroked his nose. Stephane stood silently while staring into the the horse's eyes as if they were speaking to each other. That's exactly what was happening. The stallion was telling him all he had witnessed.

Narcisse took a step back releasing a slight gasp. "Jareth."......

@redeemer46

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[robbiefischer]

Can I ask 🎶 for Julian AND any other OCs you’d especially like to answer it for?

Of course you can, anon! Sorry to sit on this for a few days, but apparently music taste is a thing I will agonize over. Hopefully it's okay, but I think I'm going to do this for Niko, Alexei and Elijah as well. Thank you so much for this lovely ask, I really appreciate it and I hope you're having a great day! 🖤

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

Julian listens to music all the time. Well, okay, that's likely hyperbole but he'll often have music playing in the background if he's doing something else and really likes being surrounded by it whenever it's practical. He just really enjoys setting the vibe with music, and also thinks it's crucial for him to listen to a wide range of genres and artists to inspire him as a musician. He considers it research, in a way and gets a lot of inspiration for his songs and new sounds to explore with fables from listening to other bands and singer-songwriters. There are very few genres he won't explore and doesn't enjoy, but if he's just listening for pleasure he tends to gravitate towards indie folk and indie rock, alternative, emo, singer-songwriter, indie pop, twee, chamber pop and avant garde. Think some Matador Records (both current and historical - he loves Belle & Sebastian, Cat Power, boygenius, Shearwater, Sonic Youth, Boards of Canada, Modest Mouse) with a twist of Sufjan Stevens/Elliott Smith/Seabear confessional and that'll give you a good starting point for what he tends to like. I'm really hoping to upload a Spotify playlist pretty soon of what I imagine a lot of his all-time favorite songs are, but it might take me a little bit because it needs to be perfect for my boy.

Niko's also a fan of having music playing whenever he can. His tastes in music tend to run a lot heavier and darker than Julian's in general. He's more into post-punk, art rock, alt rock, funk, electronica, goth rock, industrial metal, darkwave, synthpop, glam rock, that kind of thing. He loves The Cure, Soft Cell, Joy Division, The Talking Heads, Sisters of Mercy, The Birthday Massacre, Siouxsie and the Banshees, the Velvet Underground, David Bowie, Bauhaus, PJ Harvey and Queen, to name a few. He also loves Hozier, go figure.

Alexei likes anything pop or dance pop. Really, if it's got a good beat, he's into it. He doesn't listen to music all the time (partly because he can't) but it's always on in the car or when he's getting ready for work to pump himself up. He tends to especially love female artists most - he really loves Carly Rae Jepsen, Dua Lipa, old Madonna, The Go-Go's, Kesha, La Roux, Lady Gaga, Charli XCX, Ladytron, Lizzo, Taylor Swift, Kylie Minogue, The Donna's, Olivia Rodrigo, Adele, Ladyhawke, Billie Eilish... but he's pretty open to new genres and artists.

Elijah tends to have music going in the background most of the time, but what it is depends on what he's doing. He listens to a wide variety of genres and will try pretty much anything. When he's streaming, in scrims or running strats with his team, he's probably listening to some lo-fi hip hop/chillhop kind of thing because the lack of lyrics works better for him and it doesn't distract him from whatever game or match he's focusing on. Other than that he tends to gravitate towards electronica, techno, house, EMD, electronic pop, synthpop, triphop, dance-punk and new wave.

#oc ask meme #my ocs #oc: julian #oc: niko #oc: alexei #oc: elijah #*kicks my spotify account under my bed*

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

100% Dance: Dancing Through the 80's 1995 Pop / Synthpop / New Wave / Dance-Pop / Disco / Post-Disco / House / Hip Hop

Took a trip back to the 1980s today with a bunch of tunes that really reflect just how eclectic the dance music was back then. Nowadays, the term 'dance music' more or less means uptempo electronic music, but before the advent of house in the mid-80s, and then techno in the late 80s, 'dance music' was a term that was applied much more broadly than how it came to be used later on.

And this 1995 comp here from Columbia, 100% Dance: Dancing Through the 80's, proves the point. On here you'll find everything from post-disco to new wave to synthpop to neo-soul to electro, with each selection making for ample party music from the Columbia/CBS Records catalogue itself. And what really sets this CD apart from other types of 80s dance comps is that it was only released in Germany. So, while you get classics that every American surely knows, like "Girls Just Want to Have Fun," "It's Raining Men," "You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)," etc., you also get a few tunes that happened to be much more popular in Deutschland than they were Stateside.

For example, there's a superb piece of intense and catchy synthpop on here from a German group called Mysterious Art, whose" Das Omen 1" supplies a loud and thick blend of stabbing lead synth melody, alternately pounding kicks and snares, and a really active synth bassline, while also sampling from Carl Orff's famed "O Fortuna" as well. This banger reached #1 on the German charts in 1989, sold nearly 500,000 copies, and its massive success led to Mysterious Art getting the opportunity to open for Madonna on her Blonde Ambition tour through Germany. And I don't think that it charted in any capacity in the US 😯.

But in addition to a couple big German-made hits, there are also some great British ones that didn't amount to much in America either too, including one from Wham!, who in 1982 got on the post-disco-funk-rap tip with "Young Guns (Go for It)," which featured some pretty decent and debonair pop-rapping from George Michael himself; certainly better than what Debbie Harry had contributed to "The Rapture" a couple years prior 😂. This one never charted in the US, but it was #3 in the UK and #20 in West Germany.

And lastly, there's also some terrifically lush neo-soul from UK R&B group The Pasadenas, who delivered a sleek tune in 1988 called "Riding On a Train," which went to #13 in the UK, but didn't make the Billboard Hot 100 in the US, and only made it to #73 on the more specific R&B chart. And I also don't know how it performed in West Germany, but given that it's included on this comp here, I have no doubt that it performed much better there than it did in the States.

So, an excellent look here at some great dance records from the 80s that did really well in West Germany. Always fun to get a look at comps from other countries so you can compare and contrast between what your own neck of the woods was rocking to and what another place was constantly bumping. Lots of similarities between the US and West Germany, but there were some pretty sweet differences too. And evidently, Columbia/CBS Records was significantly involved in the West German music industry back then as well.

Highlights:

Cyndi Lauper - "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" Wham! - "Young Guns (Go for It)" The Weather Girls - "It's Raining Men" Mysterious Art - "Das Omen 1" Bangles - "Walk Like an Egyptian" Culture Beat - "Der Erdbeermund" Paul Young - "Come Back and Stay" Herbie Hancock - "Rockit" Dead or Alive - "You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)" Earth, Wind & Fire - "Let's Groove" The Pasadenas - "Riding on a Train" Bros - "When Will I Be Famous" Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam - "Can You Feel the Beat"

#pop #synthpop #synth pop #new wave #dance pop #dance #dance music #disco #post disco #house #house music #hip hop #rap #music #old school hip hop #old school rap #80s #80s music #80's #80's music

[darknight3904]

Sober - Eddie Munson

Chapter 13- Still hot as hell

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"What the hell even is this?" Max asked

"Who knows...it kinda looks like a giant potato sack." Marguerite said

The pair had been shopping all day. They were shopping for an outfit for Marguerite to wear on this date with Eddie. Max had pointed out that she could just wear that leather jacket again but Marguerite insisted on something different. They had been through countless outfits and stores and still nothing.

"Hey Marguerite...what about this one?" Max asked

"Holy shit...it's perfect."

°°°

Eddie had spent the majority of his day at Dustin's house.

"Eddie would you please stop worrying!" The curly haired boy yelled

"I can't help it, Henderson. What if I fuck it up? She's never gonna want anything to do with me ever again." Eddie said

"You're not gonna mess up. You just have to be yourself." Dustin advised

"Yeah no don't do that." Steve cut in

"What why not?" Eddie asked

"Cuz'..." Steve said as if we're obvious

"Steve. That isn't a reason." Dustin pointed out

"Ok look. What I mean is you're gonna be her first guy since me. Not to brag but I'm hard to live up to. Meaning, you gotta be on your toes. You really wanna wow her, be aggressive." Steve said

"Like a lion." Dustin interjected and produced a strange growl with his mouth

"Dude how many times do I have to tell you to stop that, it's weird!" Steve said

"Suzie likes it though!" Dustin argued

"Well I don't see Suzie here do I?" Steve replied

"Well no but it still sounds good I am-"

"Shut up!" Eddie said cutting his counterparts off

Steve and Dustin both turned to their friend who was now standing.

"Harrington...what do you mean by being agressive?"

°°°

The past five minutes had been the most awkward five minutes of Marguerite's life. Eddie had started the night by running around to open his van door for her. The gesture was sweet however, he whipped it open too fast and accidentally hit Marguerite in the face. Luckily she hadn't been injured but she could tell Eddie's ego was definitely bruised.

"You know I've been listening to Black Sabbath recently." Marguerite said trying to break this invisible wall between the two of them

"Oh uh cool yeah that's super cool." Eddie said

"Do you have any of their music in here? It'd be fun to listen to some now." Marguerite said opening the glove box.

"Oh uh no I took them out." Eddie said

Marguerite's brows raised as she pulled a tape from the little box in her hands now sat a few Madonna tapes along with some of Michael Jackson's biggest hits. Marguerite didn't have anything against them but she was hoping to bond with Eddie over his unconventional music taste that Marguerite found oh-so interesting.

"Oh uh Madonna. You didn't seen like the type, Eds." Marguerite said

"It's a secret." Eddie laughed

Marguerite shook her head with a smile and pushed the tape in. Material girl began playing and Marguerites hands tapped along to the beat. The song was good but it just didn't feel right driving in a car with Eddie Munson and having Madonna play.

Material girl was reaching the end of it's tape and Marguerite was hoping the awkward atmosphere would leave once they reached this restaurant Eddie claimed was amazing. Instead, a load boom was heard and the van Eddie loved so dearly began swerving out of control. Marguerite's hands shot forward onto the dash, trying to stabilize herself as Eddie cursed and pumped the breaks.

The van came to a stop on the side of the road just under a street light.

"Holy shit. Maggie are you okay?" Eddie asked

"Yeah I'm great...what the hell happened?" She asked

"I think a tire blew." Eddie said "I'll get out and check. You uh just stay here don't want you to get dirty."

Sure enough a tire had blown. Neither teen knew where the nearest payphone was and the nearest building had to be at least another 3 miles down the road. So now, they sat on the roof of Eddie's van in silence.

"Shit I am so sorry, Maggie." Eddie suddenly said

"What why?" She asked

"This was supposed to be like the perfect date. And now we're stranded waiting for some car to drive along so we can hitchhike back home." He said

"This is definitely not the perfect date but it's definitely the most memorable, Eddie." Marguerite laughed

"Really? Well I guess that's something..."Eddie trailed off.

"Yup. Besides look up there."

Eddie's eyes followed to where Marguerite was pointing. Little stars shone down on them, lighting up the darkness of the Hawkins sky.

"Last time I went stargazing was with Steve. It got ruined by all the mosquitoes." Marguerite laughed

"Well, Lady Hargrove there are no mosquitoes on top of this van." Eddie smiled

"Thank the Lord." Marguerite smiled as she rested her head on Eddie's shoulder

They looked at the stars of Hawkins as the minutes ticked by. Eddie's hand rested on Marguerite's thigh, dark rings contrasting against the white of her dress.

"Can I confess something?" Eddie asked

"What is it?" She asked

"That night after the party your strip tease...it wasn't for Harrington. It was me. I brought you home." Eddie confessed

No fucking way.

"You swear you're not lying to me, Eddie." Marguerite sternly said

"I swear." Eddie said

A beat of silence passed as Marguerite's face began to burn.

"God I'm so sorry , Eddie." She said hiding her face in her hands

"Don't be, sweetheart. I'm not going to lie to you and say it wasn't hot." Eddie assured her

"Shut up." She groaned pushing him away from her

"Oh c'mon. I've thought about that moment so many times this past week, you have no idea." Eddie said leaning towards her.

Marguerite unburied her face from her hands to find Eddie only a few inches from her face.

"You know when you say it like that it sounds nasty." Marguerite softly said

"Maybe. But it was still hot as hell." Eddie smirked

Marguerite just rolled her eyes in response and gently flicked Eddie's nose with her fingers.

"Shut up, Munson."

And with that Marguerite closed the distance between their lips.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #maxmayfield #steve harrington #stranger things #strangerthings x reader #eddie #fanfic #robin buckley #eddie munson fluff

[honeybyte]

you got questions oc meme! For the whole axe and cleaver gang: 6, 19, 35, 46, 47, 50 :)

YES thank youuu!!!

6. if they were badly injured and couldnt go to a hospital, who would they go to?

OOH okay so for goliath and euan, this is actually super easy bc it would be elle. elle first and foremost. really, none of their group has much of a choice BUT elle, but. but but.

elle is who euan took goliath to whenever he was bleeding. when goliath's eye was taken, it was elle who patched him up. elle may seem a bit strange, but they're who each would turn to in a time of crisis. and when it comes time for elle to call for help, they have 4 people who will come to their aid.

19. how easy is it to become their friend?

for agnes and angus, it's extremely easy; both are friendly, outgoing people. euan takes some practice and like. the emotional equivalent of cats sniffing each other thru a door. elle is friendly w everyone, but being their friend is a completely different thing, and that's a lot harder to do-- gotta earn their and 12 identities' trust to do that. goliath is just shut off from everyone, so you're not going to actually be his friend until you break thru level 14 of his trauma and even then he's not going to be super friendly w you, he just wont. try to beat you within an inch of your life when you close the door too hard.

odelia is very friendly. do not get close to her.

35. do they believe in fate, or do they believe they're in charge of their own destiny?

goliath and elle have no opinion on this matter, for several reasons. agnes is very romantic and believes in fate, angus and euan believe in taking charge of your own destiny (for different reasons, but they came to the same conclusion). odelia believes in fate and it enables and empowers her decisions. this is not a good thing.

46. would they lie to get out of trouble?

yes: goliath, elle

no: angus, euan, agnes

they lie anyway: odelia

47. would they lie to get someone else out of trouble? even if they had to take their place?

yes: goliath, elle

no: angus

they'd try to lie but they're terrible liars: agnes, euan

odelia, who lies 41546312316 times a day, regardless of circumstance, has no place in this particular poll

50. What's your favorite thing about them?

Agnes: i love that she's so romantic, esp abt her studies. she has a certain type of love for theology that makes me giddy to think abt, and her love for her studies seeps into the rest of her personality

Elle: they're very. hm. relatable, in a way. esp when we consider that they have a heavy mask, where they spend a lot of time acting as a jovial and lovely person, and when the sign turns to 'closed' they shrink in on themself and become fairly morose, a little too in their head abt everything that happens to them. but still they persist, which i find admirable

Goliath: goliath gives me an outlet for the chaotic. being a retired gladiator, there's a certain energy he has that i love to dive into every now and again just to feel esxcited abt what im doing again. he makes me absolutely thrilled to work on art

Angus: he's a big teddy bear! i like playing w him and euan when i want smth soft and sweet. he has a very steady and gentle attitude that balances everything out, i love it

Euan: i like the sainthood feel i gave euan. i dont draw it much, but i very much consider him the madonna of the group; he's a sort of weeping saint type personality. if you asked me what he reminds me off, i'd say cotton drying on the line, royal blue velvet, and red tears

Odelia: oh i always knew i'd have a cult leader oc (elle was originally constructed for this purpose, but as you can see: they're not one). i just didnt realize i'd make her so gruesome and sociopathic, but i think it's a good stretch for me to try to write an "evil" character and not try to justify or redeem them. i tend to do that but i've been enjoying having an oc who just does fucked up shit bc that's what makes sense in her brain and bc she Wants to

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[ithappensoffstage]

Make a fool of myself when you hang around

In an attempt to make Billy Hargrove see that he’s like, super stupidly in love with Steve Harrington, Eddie gets the gang together for a concert–and flirts with Steve while he’s at it. What he doesn’t know is that Billy and Steve are already dating, and that Billy is quite the jealous type. (read on ao3)

Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson don’t agree on most things. Billy likes parties; Eddie only does if he’s the dungeon master of a D&D party. Billy likes drinking, Eddie likes drugs. But the one thing that they can agree on is music.

Oh, and that Steve Harrington is smoking hot. Even if Billy won't admit it. Which is why Eddie has a plan.

So once they’ve vanquished Vecna, Eddie insists that they deserve a little celebration. The hotties and the honorary Hellfire members, that is.

"No kiddos, no babysitting," he tells his gathered peers. "Just–RECENT GRADUATES!" He bellows that last bit, brandishing his ceremony invitation in the smiling faces of Robin, Steve, and Nancy.

Off in the corner of Steve's backyard, Billy smokes a cigarette and mutters, "Didn't think you could do it, Munson."

Eddie works his jaw. "You know what. You're lucky I'm feeling generous. Because I know plenty of other people who would take these Madonna tickets off my hands."

Billy stubs his cigarette under his foot. "I will end you."

Steve opens his arms wide. "What'd I say about cigarettes on the ground, ba–Billy?" He clears his throat. "Hargrove, what the hell?"

"Not like your absentee parents are gonna notice."

Their bickering fades into static behind Eddie. And then there's Nancy and Robin in front of him, the two girls lost in their own world as they gush about going out. They don't sound thrilled about Madonna, but the escapism aspect is absolutely tempting.

Eddie can work with that.

On Friday night, the five teens pile into Steve’s Beemer, except it’s Billy driving. The maniac shaves a two hour drive by almost half, all the while blasting Bowie and Blondie and Madonna out of Steve’s shitty speakers. With Steve in the passenger seat, and Eddie behind him, Eddie can do quite a lot flirting-wise. Especially if he wants it to be noticed.

He drums the beat on Steve’s shoulders. He rests his hand near Steve’s neck while he argues over which tape should be played next. And perhaps most egregiously, Eddie holds a freshly rolled joint right to Steve’s lips. Steve accepts graciously while Billy’s eyes bulge out of his head.

Bingo.

Billy parks, telling them all to get out of the car with his usual amount of venom. Eddie slides out, offers his chivalrous hands to the ladies, and pretends not to care when they both snub him.

Well, Nancy turns her prim nose up at him. Robin, on the other hand, drags Eddie through a few puddles and punks until they’re alone together.

“What the hell are you doing?” Robin hisses. She pulls Eddie aside even farther through a cloud of sweet-smelling haze that perks him right up.

On top of the world, Eddie replies, “What? Just having a little fun. I can’t be the only one who thinks they’d be super cute together.”

Robin averts her gaze. “Who?” she asks, voice high-pitched and words mumbled, and yeah, Eddie isn’t playing this game.

He rolls his eyes. “Steve and Billy, duh! So I’m just giving Hargrove a little… incentive, you know?”

“By flirting with Steve?” Robin asks with bug eyes and arched eyebrows.

Eddie doesn’t know why she’s so concerned. It’s harmless. “Look,” he explains, steering them both back to their group. “Steve’s pretty, but I’m only doing this to make Hargrove see what he’s going to miss if he doesn’t jump on it. Him. Steve. Whatever, point is, I’m matchmaking.” He puts on a grandiose voice as he continues, “The dungeon master only encourages romance. He does not enter into his own.”

“You are making a capital-H huge mistake,” Robin squeaks. “Seriously, like, remember volatile, just-moved-from-California-Billy? I feel like you’ve, like, activated him.”

“Does he hate gay people?”

“No, but–”

“Then we’re fine. So get a move on, and get to flirting with Nancy before I have to dance with her, too. My feet are tired, Robin, so tired!”

She skids to a stop. "Wait, you like girls and boys?"

Eddie shrugs. Like, duh. "Yeah. You don't?"

Robin loops her arms through his. "Nope–just girls. Maybe Nancy… is the same as you."

"That's the spirit!" Eddie encourages. "Now onward."

When they get back to the group, Eddie goes for the kill. He plants his hands on Steve's waist and greets him with an ostentatious, "Hey big boy!"

Billy snatches Eddie's wrist. He twists until Eddie scuttles away, complaining loudly about how much Billy must have had to drink.

"I don't drink anymore," Billy sneers. "Mindflayer took part of my liver and all that." He rolls up his sleeves. "But it's not like I need more than this fist to kick your ass."

Eddie laughs. "What's wrong, man? You don't like me again all of a sudden."

"Something like that, yeah."

"For Christ's sake. Billy. Billy," Steve says, and for whatever reason, Billy deflates at the sound of his name.

And Eddie should stop pushing. He knows he should. But he also thinks Billy deserves to know why he reacts like that when Steve says his name all tender and talk-me-down-ish.

So Eddie thanks Steve for the save with a big old wink.

"That's it," Billy roars. He lunges forward while Steve grabs both of his arms, holding him back.

Eddie remembers why he used to be afraid of the dude. He backs off, hands raised high in surrender, and tries to laugh that last mistake away. "Whoa, Hargrove. Cool it. I'm just joking around."

"Joke around with somebody else's boyfriend!" Billy growls.

A nervous, joyous, thoroughly shocked noise bubbles its way out of Eddie like a landmine. It's the squeak of a misstep, then the explosion. "Your WHAT!" He sounds hysterical. He feels hysterical.

Billy is fuming like one of his cigarettes. But Steve is grinning fondly and broadly, the arms wrapped around Billy looking a lot more like a hug now than a restraint.

"His boyfriend," Steve repeats, a little giddy.

Robin smiles, too. She exhales in relief. "Whew. That was getting harder and harder to keep a secret."

"You knew?"

She shrugs. Like, duh.

"And Nancy?" Eddie turns on her now, hoping for a partner in his crime of cluelessness.

"I've known since their senior year," she admits

"Yeah, you knew before we did," Steve says.

"Before you did," Billy corrects curtly. "I had it all figured out."

"Right, babe, because beating me up was you 'having it all figured out–'"

"That was one time –"

And then Harrington and Hargrove are back to their classic bickering, bodies turned in toward each other and eyes alight with mischief, and it all makes so much sense that Eddie wants to scream.

“Don’t worry about it too much, buddy,” Robin tells her foolish friend. “You can still work that matchmaking magic for me.”

Eddie rubs his hands together like he’s hoping to roll a natural 20. “What are we all standing around here for?” he calls. “Come on! Madonna is gonna rock your world!”

He leads them into the fray. One couple down, one to go.

Eddie can work with that.

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