#tagging this under uk politics and such 'cause fuck it

[lonespektr]

Oct 8th Day 22 Await Further instructions

Just racism right now 🤨🤨🤨🤨 which is as I have said the most horrific of all

Oh okay that was just to establish why he ain't been home

Be the change white boy

Drop that family

They did try to leave Hella early

They clearly got drugged and now some alien done metaled up the exits

The neighbors will hear.....

That you need help?

peak wasp

He just insulted everybody and himself

Reality show - correct answer

Celebrity show - airhead

The authorities -

She's observant though - clocks

Promote ORDER

Terrorism

They sit sis next to king racist?

Duty, this father is a Lil too archypical

Lol first lie

Also they are clearly observing

You know

Canned food?

Another... There's two health care workers bleach body scrub isn't..

They don't have a fucking tub?

Downstairs for what?

As soon as they make amends they introduced another variable

Just random insane back of needles unsealed no fake govt tag

Lol they decided to at least sterilize them

The guy literally looked like he did it IV and the other guy did IM

They didn't even ask about pregnant under 5 years over idk 75 years allergies

This is just the will people submit to unknown authority sociological experiment

I hoped they were smart enough to pretend to take it

That's the first time the TV acknowledged it can see what's going on instead of just a best guess

Acceptable loss

Now there is a default hierarchy struggle

Because there has to be "a person" "in charge"

They literally attacking each other

Mom is DOING THE WHITE WOMAN WASP WORK

Ignore

Downplay

Placate

Calm

Diffuse

Distract

Avoid fighting at all costs

Omg it's not amazing IT'S CREEPY

I never forget

She's really insecure about her intelligence. I never understand why people like that don't just like.. learn more?

I SEE YOU

One drink

I'm going to work on the study

(this is my dad when his kids are hurt he can't deal and he leaves the room)

So they have accepted they can hear them but Not That's its clearly NOT the government or they just don't care anymore because they have already submitted to that authority

How she get sepsis that fucking quick?

peak WASP go clean the house

Well dad might actually be making himself useful... Maybe

Holes in the house

The issue is that these characters are just a bit overplayed

Things can spiral without them being crazy

Is he planning to kill the kid?

Let's try logic. You bloodied his nose and taped his mouth those are the ONLY TWO breathing orafices if memory serves

Extract information from sleeper agent

Box cutting your kid

Now an eyeball

Whoop Katy Kate n bb

Not looking at the information is peak 2019 political climate idiocracy disinformation era

The facts are there and I will shut my eyes and slap them out of your hand

WHOOOO mama lost it the wasp crumbles on the death of one child

Here come the gas

Whoa shit it's like uh napalm burns on contact then explodes

His whole family just died (mom)

Sneks

So camera metal walls

Burning gas

Earthquake

Now religious angle

Curious they went with the your TV is the cause of disinformation not the internet

That angles it at main stream media plus the older white generations on racism

That's squarely fox news is making your old white family members crazy or what's UK? Murdoch owned sky? fox

And you too unless

Kill crazed older generation before they kill you

The young brown intelligent will kill the old whites

The TV will literally kill you?

So many possible metaphors to one scene

Technomancy

Lol but clamation

OK now it's

Your old white man is literally a puppet of your tv

Now the join me

Young white man join the hate like your father and be an abuser

Or fuck a hot smart brown chick and don't be a racist loser

Plug into the TV and do what it says until you die

Raise your baby on hate

Nicely done

And the pan out for the global invasion

Nice work slow clap

#spooky 22 watch #await further instructions

[lwt28brave]

LT2 masterpost

If it was up to me, we would get an autumn or winter EP. Since it’s not up to me at all, here, enjoy this post with everything we know so far of LT2, which is to say, not much at all. Everything here is hypothetical. I’ll be updating every time I see something relevant. A little disclaimer that while this is a masterpost (kinda), it could be read as discourse (duh, it’s also a theory), AND it’s also by me, and you shouldn’t expect me to be serious at this point.

Due to me restraining myself, there’s no reference to any of the times he’s mentioned his guitar skills and him improving but I hope you know I cried every single time.

I’m also linking my old pinned here. It was written before AFHF and around the free merch thing that didn’t lead to much, but I still think I made some good points.

Possible tracks:

Copy of a Copy of a Copy

Change

Faith in the future??

369??

Possible names:

369

Faith in the future

When is the album coming out?

Your guess is as good as mine

Friday 28th of January 2022. Almost two years after Walls. It’s a Friday. It’s a 28th. What else can I say?

Here you can find @want-to-be-loved timelines for every month.

Here you can find @berlinini’s timeline of what Louis has been up to this year (2021).

The rest is under the cut. And here you can find a PDF version where Tumblr can't tell me how many pictures I can add.

2020

He said back on May 2th 2020 he wasn’t writing anything new yet.

(x)(x)(x)

Interestingly enough, he’s said many times after that that the album’s not ready cause he has no new experiences to drawn from. I won’t call him out because he does it himself.

May 4th. He liked a tweet from DMA’s Johnny Took saying they had to go write together again. Louis has been credited as an influence for them and (kind of) participated in their previous record, so I’m assuming he meant for their music and not his, but you never know.

Nothing(literally nothing??? how did we survive) until 11th of July. We all know what happened that day. We all celebrated it. Nonetheless, that’s not what I’m talking about here.

(x) So, by the beginning of July 2020 he was working on concepts and ideas for the new album. That was fifteen months ago. I know perfection takes time but…

Brief summary of important things that happened from then until the next mention of new music:

Louis left Syco!!!! 10 days later he rescheduled the tour for the first time. He followed Matt Vines on Twitter, probably so we could publicly shame him into doing something. Also, the 10thanniversary. He followed more people I wish he hadn’t.

Then more nothing until September. Not even a single tweet. The first merch drop was on the 28th of August but he just RT’ed the tweet. He first mentioned Free my Meal on the 25th of September. Then on October 1st Walls hit #1 on a lot of countries and Louis was incredibly happy and excited about it ^^

And then, that same day, October 1st, 2020, he dropped this bomb:

(x)

He also said it was too soon to be sharing new lyrics with us (x)

And, obviously, this tweet which is actually what made me start this whole post. I would hope you know mate.

(x)

He also told us he was cooking "banger after banger" and that he was incorporating more social themes into his music (x)(x) (I believe any social issue is a political issue but that’s not the point rn).

COPY OF A COPY OF A COPY?!?!

These next paragraphs are brought to you by my mind not remembering things and me not having any links. I’m assuming COACOAC came from those writing sessions that supposedly happened in October. Or in LA but I have no idea if he actually was in LA at any point other than a Daily Mail article putting him there on December which would have been too late, but I do remember that someone said he was in the studio in LA last autumn???? A rumor. Maybe. IDK. Did I mention already all of this is very hypothetical?? Well, this is it. I can’t even remember if this was October or November or what. So, take this with a grain of salt.

I’m also… taking the liberty to assume, if you must, that Copy wasn’t meant to be a Walls reject because it sounds more mature and darker and it has a vastly different tone that Walls songs. I know he’s said that song probably isn’t getting into the album, but I want to have faith (in the future) that I’m getting a studio version. (But also, Louis, if you’re reading this, first of all GET OUT OF MY BLOG second of all, please don’t ever feel pressured again to add a song to the album because we have already heard it before. It’s your art and it should always be under your own terms).

So yeah, I believe that Copy is either one of those four songs (then imagine the other three??!!) or was written around the 1st of October date.

---End of the Intermission---

Then not much important (other than sharing more about Marcus Rashford fight against food poverty and the 2nd merch drop) until he announced the livestream on the 24th of November. (x)

It wasn’t until a few days before the livestream date we even thought again about new music (jk, I know we’re always thinking about new Louis’ music). So, December 9th/10th, 2020. Nine months ago. We got our first taste of new music!

He made sure we knew Copy of a Copy of a Copy isn't a cover! (x) (x)

(x)

Ok, so that’s it for 2020. (I feel like I’m missing something from September 17th because tweet was deleted but maybe he was still talking about cucumbers. We might never know. Unless I understand how Tumblr tags work). Expected, cause Walls was released in 2020. We needed to let it sit for a while.

2021

Another Summary: Louis third tweet of the year was telling the UK government off. So was the fifth. What a good beginning. On the 26th of January, he said he prefers pancakes over waffles. I hope he meant pancakes other than his own. More importantly, he tweeted the infamous “you lot read into things too much”. Don’t get me started, Tomlinson. Don’t. Then the 31st came around and Walls was one. He tweeted this. How wise. And Project Defenceless happened!!

15th of February!! Who cares about Valentine Day when the next day we got this? ♥

(x)

(x)

So…AN EP?? AN EP?? PLEASE RELEASE AN EP.

“I’m sure I will have something out this year but unlikely that will be the album”. Unlikely but not impossible. Also. A single would be good. This is the second time he mentions releasing something in 2021 and he sounds surer about it than the first time around.

He also said that he isn’t sure we will get a studio version of Copy. And that the best bridges from Walls to LT2 are Walls, OTB, KMM and Copy. Can’t wait!

Then we jump to March 6th when he announced he was going to create his own management company. “Sometimes action is needed first to encourage the motivation and belief”. As we can tell he was already manifesting some stuff which will lead us to the numerology stuff/Tesla… kidding. Or not. We might never know.

On the 22nd of March he answered some questions:

He told us music was still his main focus ♥ mwha. (x) I included this tweet to guilt-trip him into giving us music in case he’s reading this even after I told him to leave. ILY.

(x) I’d love to get a visual EP this autumn. Just saying. It sounds like a lovely concept.

(x)

…next (I will get into it, I promise. I’m just mad).

On the 25th he left for Mexico until April 10th. You could assume it was just for the documentary where we got ten seconds of footage or admit the obvious: LT2 its a Mexican baby!!

On the 26th (so, not so far apart from that first 369) we got the first Faith in the Future mention: (x)

Back then we were innocent people who had no idea what was coming upon us. We still have no idea because what the fuck does he mean with these. Please explain. I have one braincell and I don’t use it enough for this. I’m linking some theories.

On the 30th of March he confirmed he was already working on the documentary. So AFHF was already on the works. Will it take this long for us to get the Veeps numbers? We also got this tweet: "Got a decent chorus idea down" (x).

Same person that got the “something out this year” exclusive. If you know something share with the class. Also. Is this Change? I feel like this could be Change but I also assume he wrote Change after hanging out with his friends or being in Doncaster. But who knows.

(x) And the second mention to 369.

(x) 15th of April. The second "Faith in the future".

On the 19th of April he announced that he had something BIG for us later on the year which turned out to be the Away From Home Festival ♥♥ (x) I love him so much.

Then on the 28th he announced the 369 merch drop (which it’s probably the Walls drop? Except that the TOU and KMM ones were “drop 1 and drop 2” and this was drop 369 which, again, makes no sense) but we still don’t know what 369 means.

Into May’ 21 we go.

He rescheduled tour again. And dropped another bomb (x).

He announced he has signed with BMG as an independent artist by RTing this tweet on May 10th. The article also says that he’s already working on writing and recording LT2. The timing… we don’t know. What this deal involves… we don’t know either. Bear with me here because I have a lot to say about this.

I think the deal is only a distribution one, but that BMG are interested in Louis and what he (us) could bring to the table. They were either present at the festival or watching it, but officially they had no involvement at all with it (everything is credited either to Louis own company, 78 Productions, or Charlie Lightening’s company). That’s the case for both giveaways too; the vinyl one and the tickets for the festival.

I think it would be an unbelievably bad move not to test the waters with BMG now or soon-ish. At least a single, to see how it performs. Due to the circumstances, it’s obvious there’re certain limitations on place but I want to see how they push it, whether the radio play exist this time around and if the song is playlisted and promoted and all that… I would also love to know, since it says he signed with BMG UK, but it also states it’s a global deal, how things are going to go on the US and other countries.

Yes, yes. I know those are all questions and no answers. But I know the same as you, sadly. If any of you know more than you’re letting on… again, share with the class.

Where was I? Yes, on the 25th of May Louis had a great day writing (x). Since the first time he had mentioned he was officially writing to this date there’s almost eight months. And I believe he was writing before October’ 20.

He followed Robert Harvey that day and, on the 28th of May (why is it always the 28th???) he was spotted at the studio for the first time.

June was an interesting month for the fandom ♥. Lots of LHL content which I will love and cherish for the rest of times. On June 4th, June 9th, and June 10th he was spotted at the studio, but I believe he was there more days.

(x)

This was posted on June 6th and captioned Studio. Charlie also shared it with “Mega tunes being put down, can’t wait for this @louist91 #louistomlinson #LT2” as the caption. This gives me 2019 (Elton-Joint) vibes. I like it. Feels like we’re getting closer to something.

He added the Milano date on the 9th too which I’m mentioning because I’m going alone. Anyone wanna go with me please? I’m nice and I never eat anything before a concert so you can have my food. On other news. It didn’t come home.

During July he was at the studio at least three days too. Probably more. Feels like more with all the fan pictures we got. Or was that June? Anyway, July 1st and 9th we got some videos from Robert Harvey and wearesuperhi, which is who Louis has been working with the most, that we know of. I don’t know for sure they’re from that day. And on July 5th we got an article and lots of pictures of Louis looking really good outside the studio.

On the 12th of July the first fans started getting the free, 369 bucket hat and print. We still don’t know what the purpose was other than to thanks fans. Maybe that was it. I want answers and I still think it relates to a future project (see theories above), but it could also just be a bridge with the Walls breaking.

He didn’t tweet about anything interesting for a while, mostly because he lost his phone (he either throwed it in the air or smashed it who knows). Then on the 29th of July he announced the festival!

I’m glossing over it because there’s already been a lot of talk about it (rightfully) and while it was a wonderful thing, it doesn’t have much to do with LT2.

Let’s talk Change!

On August 3rd he tweeted this about the setlist.

(x)

And this (x) on the 28th! I can’t stand him.

We didn’t get it, obviously. Because who was going to get that. But we read too much into things. Alright.

On the 16thof August Dave Gibson shared this post tagged #LT2 with the eyes emojis 👀👀👀. I believe this has to do both with Change but also with whatever else came out of that Mexico trip.

(x) Last relevant tweet related to LT2 is this one.

So, on the 30th of August we got Change and we cried, and we know that Change is going in the new album. He said it. With those exact words. He also said he was “getting a feeling for it”. This has to meant he already has a general idea of the vibe of the new album and what’s going in it!!!!!! (Right? RIGHT?).

Anyway, let’s go back a few weeks because some other things happened on August. He was at the studio a few more times. Or it was suggested that he was there. On the 17th and the 18th. (Why was it so time-pressing to be at the studio instead of rehearsing for the festival? There was no studio at all on the documentary. Which makes sense, but again, then why?).

On the day of the festival we got another mention of Faith in The Future that made me feel part of a cult ngl. The words were flashing on the screen for less than a second. Okay.

And then he tweeted those words again after watching the livestream/documentary on the 4th of September (x). This is what makes me suspect it's either the name of the album or of the single.

On the same day, we got some interesting quotes about LT2 on the documentary.

“Soon I’ll have to think about me second album, which in my head I’ll get the tour out of the way and then I’ll address that. So, I hadn’t really given it much thought, to be honest”.

“When every day is the same is hard to feel creative and it’s hard to have any kind of proper inspiration”.

“As season started to come back, I started writing again and it was great and some of these songs turned out alright”.

And I think this is it. I might be overlooking some important details but that’s what we know and what we don’t know.

So. Conclusions. That’s what you missed on Glee. I do believe the album is, if not mostly done, partially there. And yes, this post is pointless and never-ending but it’s all in here if you need to tell Louis “Hey, you said this, mate”.

#LT2 #Louis Tomlinson #Faith in The future #369 #Louis #LT #new music #idk what this is #but it's long #pinned

[munstysmind]

G'day 😈 dribble dialogue prompt time!

"You are, without a doubt, the most annoying person I've ever met and don't get me started on the sound of your voice!"

Ez, this took me places.

OK… prepare for angry Maddie

WARNING/S: Woman being a bitch, pissed off and protective Maddie, pissed off Sebastian

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“God you’re an idiot” Maddie laughs as Sebastian puts his phone back in his pocket.

“Hey, you forgot too” he replies, getting up from the couch. He had ordered Chinese for dinner over an hour ago and they only just remembered about it because the restaurant called him.

“Yeah but you made the order. Hey… make sure my honey chicken is there. They forgot it last time” she calls out to him as he heads out the door.

“Yeah, I will. Don’t really want a repeat. There were tears over it” he teases. It had been a whole debacle. He’d actually gone back and gotten it even though she told him it was fine.

“Hey, I was on my period and Matt had just gone home” she yells, faking offence.

“I don’t like how cozy you are with Seb” Kaitlin says as soon as she hears the door close

“What?” Maddie asks, tuning to look at her.

“You need to learn your place and stop overstepping” Kaitlin tells her a little aggressively

“My place?” Maddie replies. What the fuck is she on about?

“He’s my boyfriend, not yours” Kaitlin growls and the switch flicks in Maddie’s brain.

“Fuck me, here we go” Maddie says under her breath. Sebastian had been dating Kaitlin for a few months now and Maddie doesn’t like her very much.

"You are, without a doubt, the most annoying person I've ever met…” Kaitlin declares as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world

“Excuse me?!” Maddie says, completely taken back by what she just said

“… and don't get me started on the sound of your voice!" Kaitlin scoffs, rolling her eyes.

“The fuck you just say to me?!” Maddie snaps. She’s well and truly pissed off. The fucking nerve of this woman.

“This fake English accent you’ve got going on is pathetic. Talk normally”

“I am”

“No, you’re not. You’re very clearly not English”

“Well my UK citizenship and family tree say differently” Maddie mumbles under her breath.

She’s a dual citizen, has been from birth because her mum is British. Her mother moved to Australia with her parents when she as 13.

“Whatever” Kaitlin says, full of attitude which causes Maddie to snap.

“Ok, you want me to be a bitch, I’ll be a bitch. I have gone out of my way to be nice to you because I know how much Seb likes you but I’m done. You are arrogant, entitled, stuck up, the list goes on. I’ve seen those eye rolls you do when he turns his back. You walk all over him and he either doesn’t notice or doesn’t say anything because he’s too polite for his own damn good. You’re whiny, fuck you’re like a damn child with how much you whine, about everything. You think the world revolves around you. And your selfish, it’s all me me me. I don’t give two fucks what you think of me, couldn’t care less. Unfortunately for you, I’m not going anywhere so you’re just going to have to deal with it. I don’t know what it is about you that’s got him hooked but he deserves so much more than you will ever be able to give him because you only care about yourself. He is kind and generous and funny and annoying, god he can be annoying sometimes but I don’t care. He’s is an incredible human being who will do anything for the people he cares about. He’s so close with him mum, closer than I thought was possible. He sees her all the time and when he’s away filming, he calls her. He gives the best hugs and fuck me can he cook. He’s incredible with food. He knows exactly what to say to make you laugh or cheer you up. He’s sensitive. He wears his heart on his sleeve, which is probably why he’s had it broken so many times. He is a phenomenal actor, I wish I was a half as good as he is. He loves his fans. He cherishes every single interaction he has with them. He goes out of his way to make sure that they have the best experience they can, even if it’s only a hug. He is so humble, you give him a complement and he doesn’t know what to do. He as a very special place in his heart for kids… you want to see him melt into a puddle give him a baby to hold. He’s going to make an amazing father one day. It is a honour to know him and a privilege to be a part of his life. See… I know my place but you clearly don’t because if you did you wouldn’t have said what you said to me. I’m not going to say anything about this to Seb, because I’m not cruel and the last thing I’m going to do is cause tension in his relationship but if you think I’m going to let you sit here and disrespect me because you’re very clearly insecure of our friendship you’ve got another thing coming. I don’t know what your problem is but you need to grow that fuck up. One very important thing you need to know about me. I’m fiercely protective of those I care about and unlike you, I care about Seb. I will not hesitate to make your life a living hell if you hurt him. And you’re right, my accent isn’t English, it’s Australian” Maddie says, giving Kaitlin a piece of her mind.

“Wow, you really are something else” Kaitlin says, annoyed

“Oh, I’m just getting started. As far as I’m concerned you…” Maddie snaps

“That’s enough” Sebastian says behind them, making both women jump. They turn to face him and he’s wearing a look Maddie doesn’t see very often. He’s pissed.

“Seb… I…” Maddie starts but he shakes his head, stopping her.

“Don’t bother Mads. I heard the whole thing” he says and her stomach drops as she closes her eyes, hanging her head a little. Beside her she hears Kaitlin snigger and it takes everything in her not to knock her teeth in.

“You need to leave” Sebastian says and Maddie just nods before she gets off the couch and heads towards the door, doing everything she can to keep her quickly forming tears in.

“Not you” Sebastian says, making Maddie stop in her tracks and look at him.

“You” he says, turning to Kaitlin.

“What?!” she says, both angry and shocked at him. She really expected him to take her side over Maddie’s.

“When I said I heard the whole thing I mean the whole thing. From the start. I came back because I forgot my wallet” he tells her. Maddie has to bite back a smirk when she sees Kaitlin’s face drop.

“Seb, I was just joking. I don’t mean it” Kaitlin says, trying to cover her ass

“Don’t bull shit me Kaitlin. We both know you weren’t joking. You have been here two months, Mads has been here almost five years. She has been here for me through some of the hardest times in my life. You don’t get to come in and try to rip apart our friendship. Nobody does. I don’t care if we’re dating, you are not automatically more important to me than her. That’s something you have to earn” he tells Kaitlin. Maddie can hear the hurt in his voice.

“Well, you can’t have both Seb” Kaitlin tells Sebastian, very clearly giving him an ultimatum

“You want me to choose?” Sebastian asks her, clarifying it’s what she really wants

“Yes” Kaitlin says, crossing her arms in front of her chest

“Maddie” Sebastian says, looking at Maddie who is still standing at his door.

“Are you fucking serious, you’re choosing her?” Kaitlin yells, stomping her foot like a child

“Yes, I am” Sebastian tells her, secretly glad she made him choose.

“I can’t believe you” Kaitlin yells going into full on diva mode

“Kaitlin, you made me choose. You don’t get to have a tantrum because you didn’t get your way. Now like I said before, you need to leave” Sebastian says firmly, subtly motioning to Maddie to move out of the doorway. He doesn’t want Kaitlin to lash out at her.

Kaitlin lets out a shriek before storming out, slamming the door behind her so hard that the calendar on the back of it falls off.

Sebastian lets out a groan and flops down on the couch.

“I’m sorry” Maddie says. She feels really bad that she’s the cause of his relationship ending. As much as she didn’t like Kaitlin she knows Sebastian did.

“No Mads, I’m sorry” he tells her holding his arm out to her. She goes and sits next to him and he lets out a sigh, putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her in.

“It’s not your fault Seb”

“It kind of is Mads. I’m the one who was dating her. I would have seen it. I’m so sorry she treated you like that, you didn’t deserve it”

“Neither did you”

“I’m fine. I’d rather be single than be with someone like her”

“Still…”

“I know”

“She’s lucky she caught me in a good mood”

“I was gonna say, that was pretty retrained”

“Wasn’t it, I deserve a medal”

“OK, I’m gonna go get the food before your head gets too big”

“You sure you’re OK?”

“Yeah Mads, I’m OK”

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[wizkiddx]

I lovelovelovelove ur writing. Was thinking if u could do one where readers relationship w tom exposed bcos someone recognises her but she isnt famous? And its all backwards and caught out sort of thing

thanks for being so kind! also I feel like me narrator-y voice has gone WAY too far, what do u guys think? I won't be offended promise I just think it sounds so fucking annoying rn

Tom Holland x reader

summary: you run into possibly the most infuriating family members the one time u and ur boy are showing PDA

warnings = none I think :)

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It was a late late evening, on the last train of the night towards manchester, the British countryside plunged into darkness that appeared as a blank, black canvas out the rounded-rectangular windows. 

And although the serene surroundings were calming, the regular and rhythmic movement of the carriage on the tracks - you were more on edge. Your relationship with Tom had yet to be revealed to the world - though you’d travelled as part of his extended entourage before under the guise of a ‘family friend’. So now it just being you, Tom, Harry, Andrew and Rachel - you felt more exposed. Of course, you were incredibly grateful that Tom had planned this weekend away for the two of you (after a work commitment, hence the presence of his manger, makeup artist and Harry). But it was scary.

Coming out of Euston station, the earlier time meant the train had been more of a hive of activity. Kids running up and down the aisle, inevitably recognising Tom and then asking for a photo. Enough that you’d had to move a few seats down the carriage, so no one would associate you travelling with the a-lister. 

But after you’d past Birmingham and the clocks past eleven pm, everything had quietened down and Tom convinced you to come and sit next to him on the table of four.  Andrew and Rachel were taking use of their little duo seat across for you to catch up on some well needed beauty sleep. They’d all been working with Tom doing promo for his most recent movie in London so it’d been pretty 24/7.

That left you, with all the energy, contrasting greatly with the two flagging Holland boys. 

“Lets play heads up!” You announced to the much less enthusiastic faces round the tables. 

“You can’t play that quietly and the whole carriage dont want to listen to you screeching.” Harry rolled his eyes whilst slightly ripping into you, then picking up his phone - thinking that would shut you up.

“I can play quietly!” You huffed, looking for Tom for backing… which never came. He didn’t even need to try and defend himself before you whacked his chest in false-annoyance. 

“ It’s not a bad thing, just passion.” Tom murmured, desperately attempting to sweet talk your round - which of course, was not going to happen. 

“No way! I’ll prove it to you!” 

“Nonono darling, look I’m tired.” He straight refused, wrappings his arms round your shoulders to try and cage you in. He ended up with his back pressed against the window and your back against his chest. “Lemme just relax with my best girl.”  You huffed in reply, worming round in his clutch before eventually giving up and relaxing your head onto his collar bone. For the reasons previously mentioned, you did not for a second believe he was serious with this PDA. Just sitting next to each other was risky enough,  now he was very clearly hugging you in a public place. Arching your neck back, you were shocked he already had his eyes shut - looking perfectly contented and relaxed. 

“T, are you serious?” You whispered, making him crack one eye open with a questioning look. Instantly he knew what you meant, I mean, it was him that was most worried about people finding out about you - for your sake. His horror stories of previous relationships hadn’t helped, to the point now only your mum dad and siblings knew about your relationship to Tom - mainly for the sole reason your nan was the biggest gossip in the world and could NOT be trusted. 

“Course love, it’ll be fine no ones around and I got my cap on. No one will notice us.”

Foolproof. Or so you both thought. 

And honestly for an hour or so you relished in the fact that in a public space, your boyfriend was showing you physical affection. It was exciting, which meant as Tom’s arms grew lax round you as he slumped slightly in the chair your energy only increased. No one else was being any use either - Harry had his head in his arms on the table and similarly neither Rachel nor Andrew were conscious enough to keep you company. Finally you settled on playing a game on your phone whilst also ever so softly wiggling round on Tom’s chest, purely because you enjoyed the little huffs and the way he’d squeeze you tighter as he snoozed. 

You were engrossed in shitty little iPhone game when a person who was walking down the aisle slowed down, drawing your attention away from the phone. And then your heart literally dropped because you instantly recognised your uncle and cousin, who was 12. Worse though, they had most definitely clocked you. 

Of all people, your uncle and boy cousin too. Possible the best (or worst depending on your point of view) at winding you up, at messing  with you, for genuinely causing all chaos and mischief with you. They were most certainly not going to be discrete. They’d rib you till your dying day. 

“Y/n?” Your uncle spoke first, noticing the that the group you with all seemed to be asleep, so at least trying to be a bit sensitive. Not that it mattered on Tom’s part though, you instantly bolted up and away from him, making him groan as he slowly woke up. 

“Er yeh, I-um  fancy seeing you guys here. Why were you in London?” Because yes half your family did live in manchester - a fact you felt slightly guilty about, considering you couldn’t fit in a quick and explainable reason as to  why you were in that area of the UK during a ‘pop in’. So you’d chosen to keep the whole trip a secret too.

“We’ve been at the footie, could ask you the same question.” Your uncle smirked, noticing toward Tom, who now was blinking his eyes heavily - looking with furrowed brows between the two of you. 

Because yes, the cap had been great to stop people recognising Tom. Neither of you were to expect it’d be you that’d be YOU stopped by someone who noticed you. 

“Oh um… well er this is my friend Tom, he’s got a work thing in manchester so thought I’d tag along. What was the score?” Yes you described your boyfriend of 9 months as a friend, when it was clear to everyone you were more than that. Though frankly, you still felt sick introducing him as ‘boyfriend’ - that itself was cringe as hell. The reference to football was an in-vain attempt to distract them with the most-boring-sport-in-the-world talk. If only Tom had kept his mouth shut. 

“Sorry mate” His voice was a little hoarse, making him force a cough before stretching his hand out. “I’m Tom”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Ritchie and this is Matt” Your uncle motioned to his twelve year old son who was smiling politely but his expression seemed to drop as he made eye contact with Tom. Blissfully unaware, Tom shook Ritchies hand your a soft smile. 

“How do you guys-“

“I’m her uncle. Tell you what, didn’t imagine bumping into my niece on the 11:30 train to manchester.” 

Tom’s face fell and he froze. You’d both been caught out. Massively. It couldn’t get worse, till it did. 

“Y/n is that Spiderman?” Because yes, Matt was prime Marvel fanboy age. And yes, of course his favourite hero was Spiderman. And yes, this would probably be the most exciting day of his life. And the most embarrassing of yours. 

It was at this point Harry was sufficiently disturbed, enough to make him sit upright whilst also backing away into the corner of the booth, watching from afar.

“I-uh” You didnt really want to say it, for the sake of that meant he was revealing this secret you’d guarded with your life. But at the same time, you had this overwhelming sense of pride for Tom because “yeh, yes he is spiderman.” Matt started jumping up and down like an overexcited boyband fan which made you laugh, heart swelling as Tom chuckled along beside you.

Yes by no means was this ideal. And yes you were now forced to tell your family (so ultimately the world) about your relationship. Maybe that wasn’t so bad though?

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[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Last Christmas

Word Count: 3100

Warnings: Language some smut and loads of angst

A/N: This took me two days to write. 🤣 Once again @robertsheehanownsmyass helped in so many ways and I continue to love her for it! This time @elliethesuperfruitlover was my sounding board too ☺️

Tag list: @joz-stankovich @bisexualnathanyoung @frogs--are--bitches @magic-multicolored-miracle @nightmonsters

Chapter 4: Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

“Of all the places to eat in Sin City, you chose fucking Taco Bell,” disdain. “Don't you have those in The UK?”

“Not with a bloody margarita bar inside,” Nathan held up a giant plastic cup full of strawberry watermelon tequila and syrup. Violet lived for every time he spoke a word with the “AR” sound.

“IT'S A T’GO MARGARITA! I can just go anywhere I want and leave with booze. Fucking beauty if you treat her right,” Nathan’s eyes sparkled. “And there's no problem that can't be solved with a bit o’ t’go booze.” He shoved an entire soft taco in his mouth that smiled from ear to ear.

“Are you gonna have better manners tomorrow at my sister’s place?” Violet looked at Nathan unexpectedly hearing her own mother’s voice escape from inside and she frowned.

She had avoided bringing up anything of her own that was personal. These feelings for Nathan that were suffocating her could be held at bay for 36 more hours. He prodded her for information a few times since they woke up. She dodged every one, even going so far as to offer him head in exchange.

(Still only Christmas eve. The snow had stopped inside as Nathan drifted deep in slumber. Violet grateful because how could they explain a woman freezing to death while he was alive?)

Nathan nodded with a bit too much enthusiasm. “I'll be mature and polite!” His smile resembled Bruce in Finding Nemo. “If you tell me what I'm walking into?” There it was.

“None of your business,” Violet plopped a piece of sushi in her mouth.

Nathan sneered, “Bet that tastes like bad snatch. If we're playing happy families, I'm gonna need to know some details!!”

“You're just a guy who got stuck with me until the 26th. I'm not telling them you're my boyfriend or anything.”

“Oh TWICE you're gonna just jab a knife in my heart, huh?”

Violet couldn't tell if that was sarcasm or a tease. She inhaled deeply and brushed her fingertip down Nathan’s cheek. “Fine. It's a bit more complicated than that, but it doesn't change anything about what happens after tomorrow.”

“I like complicated situations. It's my middle name!”

“Oh really?”

“No. it's Michael but, wouldn't you love to meet a guy named Nathan Complicated Young?”

“I didn't even plan on meeting Nathan MICHAEL Young,” it came out a whisper.

They stared at one another in silence for a few minutes over tacos and sushi and margaritas and wine. An alarm jolted Violet to reality indicating it was time for her show to come on.

“Hold those thoughts”

“In my wank bank, darling”

Violet ignored Nathan and turned on her tv “You're gonna want to see this guy. I swear you could be twins.”

A few hours later the pair laid up on the pillows. Tears glittered Violet's eyes that she tried to wipe away surreptitiously with her knuckle.

“My mom watches this garbage show because,” Nathan mimicked a high whine, “NAY-TAN HE LOOKS LIKE YOOO. Alright Ma, and you look like Catelyn Stark.”

“But he kinda does.”

“C’mon what's with that twat’s hair?!

Violet sat up and tugged Nathan on the top of the head, “What's with YOUR hair.”

“IT’S NOT EVEN MY HAIR!” he dramatically waved his hand around. In a blink of an eye his hair became longer, darker and curlier. The description would be a mess. “TA DA!”

Violet hid her shock as her heart raced in her ears. “That's a fucking bird’s nest,” she recovered but not before combing her fingers through the curls.

“Why must your compliments always be so damn backhanded, woman?!” he swatted her hand away.

Violet laid down alongside Nathan with one arm tucked against her body. She stretched her free one across his bare chest, face concealed in the crook of his arm. There was a small contented sigh as he engulfed her in his arms. A kiss planted on her forehead before he inhaled deeply.

Blissful silence for a few minutes.

“I don't even BELIEVE Darren’s dead.”

“She shot him FOUR TIMES!” Nathan was incredulous as he stretched a hand palm up towards the tv. “IN THE FUCKING HEAD!!”

Violet lifted herself so she could look Nathan right in the eye. “Well he ALSO came back from the dead!” She struggled to maintain sincerity. “He got shot a bunch of times then too. So for like, two years he only had one lung.”

Nathan’s eyebrows knit together in utter confusion. “ONE LUNG?!”

“Plenty of people supposedly live without lungs. It's the back of his head missing that might cause problems.”

There was an exaggerated groan as his eyes nearly rolled back in his head, “Worst Dublin accent too.”

“Why ye from there?” Violet mocked.

“Jaysus, no! We didn't even really have a steady home even when I wasn't homeless. Not until I was too much of a selfish prick t’appreciate it.”

“Wow, death really makes you self actualize.”

“Only until my dick wakes up.”

Before Violet could blink, Nathan flipped her so he could pin her to the bed. She swerved with ease each time Nathan bent to kiss her lips. Her cheeks. She slept with him once already; wouldn't give in again. Well, maybe a little as he landed finally on her neck. A bolt of pleasure shot through her entire body. That familiar ache between her legs as a small moan escaped her.

“Did ye shag me because ye fancy him then?” Nathan’s voice low in Violet's ear.

“That's for me to know, and you to figure out ten years from now in the shower.” Her hands entangled in the waves of dark curls to guide his lips up to her own.

Their tongues danced for what felt like ages. Violet gobsmacked by how subdued Nathan was being. A hand between her ass and the bed to lift her pelvis up towards his burgeoning erection. Another moan, this one into his mouth.

Nathan wriggled to free himself from his boxers as Violet took his tongue entirely in her mouth. The head of his cock labored against her panties, desperate to get inside. He almost settled for the wetness it created and a few times in response.

“Fuck,” he growled pumping his hips. “I t’ink sexy Irishmen who commit felonies get you off.”

Violet raked her nails along Nathan's shoulder blades. Dug them in when her body started to twitch and her sex throbbed from the intensity of being fucked with her underwear on. Nathan's cock hit her clit just right through the lingerie.

Violet's legs started to writhe as the heat in her core began to build. Nathan’s breathing heavy while hers came out in short bursts through mewls of pleasure. The rhythmic way he undulated his hips took on a swift pace. Instinct must have finally kicked in. Like he knew Violet was about to cum.

Except everything came to a sudden halt. Nathan rolled off Violet and replaced his body with two fingers in the same spot. He started to rapidly press them to the wet spot in the fabric like someone desperate to close an elevator door.

Violet gripped his forearm, but again an abrupt end as she felt herself cum.

“Tell me anything about you,” Nathan chose to interrogate her now.

“My-My parents died when I was a teenager. three of us were raised by our grandfather.”

Nathan rewarded Violet by slipping his fingers inside of her. They remained still. “You've got sisters? I had a brother, but some Ice Queen bitch blew him up. What are their names?”

“Rose.. Fern.. Iris and Lily.”

Another reward. Nathan’s fingers began to work her clit in slow circles counterclockwise. “Oh a garden of sexy sisters. They inta Irishman too?” He stopped.

“It's because we're from the Garden District in New Orleans,” Violet's words came out in short bursts. “They're.. two are married. Not Lily, she's younger than you are. Seventeen. Fern is a lesbian.”

“One in every family,” he said it so casually. As casually as the fingers that pumped in and out a bit too easily with how slick she was. Deep inside where they hooked just a bit and pulled back.

“Na- Nathan are you-” Violet started to squirm under his motions. Between the horribly slow circles just his fingertip made on her clit before delving inside and back. “Are you trying to find my G-spot?”

Nathan ignored her as he bit his lower lip in concentration. “Maybe. Sometimes I play stupid with a bird if I t’ink she may do the work for me. Show me around a bit.”

Violet ignored that she may have been hustled a bit in the sack. Maybe his eagerness and pride was what really caused him to be all messy about it.

Still his hand worked faster. She coiled right at the beginning of the explosion, again. Then nothing. This was too much power for someone so fucking arrogant.

“I'm asking the questions, love,” he muttered. “Tell us about your granddad.”

Violet closed her eyes, “He was a Civil Rights lawyer. My grandmother was a society woman. Charity balls all that shit.”

“Oh yer a posh bitch. Slumming it wit us street trash,” Nathan picked up again. His fingers a bit too aggressive. “Is that how you work for free but still can live in a flat like this?” his mouth rough in her neck. He bit with the ends of his teeth and sucked somewhat. “While us arseholes are figuring out how t’work the system so we can survive.”

“Nathan! It's not like that. I left a very well-paying job at a firm to help people like you that deserve a fair shake. That DA? Tony? He was one of my partners. Yeah, I saved up and worked HARD for this “posh flat”. Not everyone takes the easy way by doing a little fucking magic and stealing from other people.

Violet had shoved his hand away and sat up on her knees. “I did my research, Nathan. You didn't exactly grow up rough. Your mom’s a teacher and your dad is a successful novelist? You're just one of those dick middle class white guys who gets bored and fucks off because he can.”

“YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE. My dad leaving us. Mom and I never had a place to live until he started paying her. All the guys she dated. I just wanted it to be us.”

“MY PARENTS ARE DEAD, NATHAN. THEY'RE DUST. Have you even checked your phone? Your dad has called you probably 300 times not including the 20 since the trial ended yesterday. You get to fix things with them.”

Nathan growled and crossed his arms, “Fuck off. I'm not a charity case for you t’fix. I do alright on my own.”

“In jail because you're reckless. You know what happened to me when I was twenty-two?”

“I had t’finger fuck you just to find out ye had sisters. How am I supposed t’know what happened to ye years ago?”

“I was a widow. I got married like a moron when I turned 19. He already had a kid. My grandfather cut me off because education is worth more than a man! It is. I busted my ass to do the rest. AND raise a kid and a drug addict. You know what he did in return?”

Violet was on a roll. Hot tears threatened to spill over her cheeks and stung her eyes. The dark anger in Nathan’s took her by surprise. They were always so congenial if not a bit sad.,

“He drove in to a fucking semi on the highway with our son in the car. So forgive me for not being sympathetic to you being so fucking STUPID you got caught robbing a casino with a seven sided dice. And TWICE you've been too conceited to let your dad bail you out. You are better than this, Nathan. I know it.”

“HAPPY FUCKING CHRISTMAS!” Nathan shouted before throwing himself out of the bed. “I need a proper shower. Is that ok?!”

Violet looked at the clock. 2am. She waved him off, “I don't give a shit.”

She wished she could look back on that moment and say she didn't follow Nathan into the bathroom. That she never joined him in the shower. Or let him fuck her in silence and frustration and fury. That he never used his power to morph himself in a handful of ways, mocking Violet at every chance as their bodies pounded together until she came harder than ever. And most definitely did not fuck a third time after having slept angrily with their backs to each other.

-------

Nathan collapsed beside Violet still on all fours. Her arms waivered as adrenaline and serotonin drained from her body, and collected herself. How guilty she felt that his petulance made her wanton. The ring of the doorbell jarred them both back to reality.

“Oh don't get up. I'll answer it.” Violet threw the nearest shirt on and made her way to the foyer.

Nathan, in his boxers hurried behind her. “I'm a fucking guest. Ye expect me t’answer it?”

“You know a posh bitch like me doesnt answer doors on her own. My fucking maid’s off for the holidays.”

Violet opened the door to a short and cute dark haired girl with barely a toddler on her hip. He reached out for Nathan babbling “Dada Dada Dada” on repeat.

“Marnie?!” He was gobsmacked as the baby wiggled from his mother’s grasp into Nathan’s waiting arms.

A stunned Violet made a poor attempt at stretching the tee shirt she wore into a dress. It was fruitless as it was one of Nathan’s from his duffle. Her hands began to shake as a warmth crawled across her cheeks and nausea set in.

What the fuck is she doing here still? was what Violet said in her mind. “Well um come in,” is what she said with her mouth.

Nathan absently bounced the little boy in his arms as they walked into the living room, “How are ye here? Wit’him?”

Marnie was gawking at the apartment. “Hey this is a right posh gaff you've got. Why couldn't me n’ Nathan junior bunk up here again?”

Violet blanched.

“Oh our passports disappeared. Figured you might ‘ave been done in momentarily,” the young mother turned on the other two and stared from to the other. “Ah you shaggin’ the barrister?!”

“I said when we met t’is would happen, sweetheart. C’mon you know t’ere’s an understanding before we signed the license.”

Now Violet’s head swam, “Are you married? Married. Nathan are you and Marnie..”

“Just a little,” Marnie crossed her arms. “Nathan says if we got hitched your court couldn't make us rat on each other.”

The lawyer had to admit that was pretty genius, something she wished she knew a few weeks ago when she took this case instead of..

“What do you mean a little?”

“No one got a chance to agree. So it's just our signatures. We thought ‘is lawyer might sign ‘em after ‘e got arrested. That's not what you did is it?” She didn't look angry to Violet, merely a little sad.

“Vi you said she left Las Vegas,” Nathan’s tone was one of disbelief. He let the toddler down only because Violet knew he couldn't function without wildly gesticulating as he spoke.

“You left Vegas..” Violet was just too stunned.

“You told me to leave! Said I’d interfere with ‘is trial! Did you tell ‘im about the ASBOs?”

“The shit-heads?” Nathan asked. “What about them? Why would Violet know anything about my friends or talk to you?”

“Because Simon found her to be your lawyer.”

“Barry? He didn't even answer the phone when I called.”

“Well ‘e called me. But so much shit why down it all went barkin’. Some bloke can bring dead people back. That Virtue bitch you told me about killed Alisha because she couldn't kill you.”

Nathan’s mouth hung open, “But she didn't have anything t’do with that. I'm the one who pushed her off the roof. I just.. WILL SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?!”

Violet went to speak but Marnie cut her off at the pass, “Simon told me to go see Miss Duval because I know how your magic works. But she told me I’d interfere with the trial.”

“How the hell would ye do that?”

Nathan’s nostrils flared like a horse. His green eyes darkened as he waited expectantly in Violet's direction.

“If she showed up with the chip that's evidence! The cops and Tony would know you stole from the casino. And the rest of them are criminals. Theyre fucking criminals and if they knew you ready had a record that could be used against you. ”

“I DIDN'T STEAL ANYTHING! I FUCKING CONJURED IT!!”

“I KNOW, BUT HOW DO I EXPLAIN THAT TO NORMAL HUMANS?!”

“BY MAKING ME PERFORM LIKE A FUCKING CIRCUS MONKEY?!”

“YES!! BECAUSE YOUR HEAD IS TOO FAR UP YOUR ASS TO REALIZE WHAT YOU WERE UP AGAINST. AND NEITHER OF YOU IS SMART ENOUGH FOR ANY OTHER STRATEGY! SHE WOULD INCRIMINATE YOU!”

Nathan’s eyebrows creased, there was a quiet fury in his voice, “Then why the FUCK did ye tell Marnie to leave? Ye made me think everyone left me t’rot in jail. I didn't even get to say goodbye t’Alisha or Simon.

“If the District Attorney’s office found Marnie, she wouldn't know enough to plead the fifth. And you, you got arrested for STEALING FUCKING CANDY AND YOUR RESPONSE TO BEING ARRESTED TO TO CAUSE A FUCKING DISASTER FOR YOURSELF INSTEAD OF JUST SHUTTING UP. BECAUSE YOU'RE A PETULANT MAN-CHILD. THERE'S NO WAY WE COULD'VE WON WITH THE LOT OF YOU TOGETHER. You’re too fucking stupid to lie.”

Violet regretted them the moment the words fell out of her mouth. The baby started to cry and Marnie picked him up. She didn't look upset or angry with Violet. Disappointed.

“I didn't mean that, Nathan,” she reached for him but he yanked himself away out of her reach.

Nathan just looked at Violet. Those eyes, ever-changing in color were no longer furious or frustrated. Just full of sadness that tore her apart.

"You’re a treacherous bitch.”

Violet’s chest tightened as Nathan turned his back on her to throw clothes on. Her eyes stung while a blackness clouded her vision. As if she would faint. Yet when he returned, she had recovered before the tears could threaten her further.

“Good luck with this one, then. I've come to realize he'll never love anyone as much as he loves himself.”

Nathan maintained a deafening silence as he and Marnie made to leave, the baby back in his arms. That knife twisting in Violet's chest, an imaginary one to rival the way she had stabbed Nathan. How ignorant Violet had been to think this would ever work out.

“I'm not the one whose partner killed themself to get away from.” And then they were gone.

His heart yesterday for hers today.

#robert sheehan #nathan young #nathan x violet #robert sheehan character fics

[simplygojo]

killer queen - chapter five

Series summary : Y/n, a native to London England, gets asked by the legend himself, Freddie Mercury, to help manage the band. Obviously she accepts, and it ends up being the best decision she’s ever made. Quickly she becomes close with each member of band, Roger Taylor specifically…

Chapter Summary : Finally, it’s time for Queen’s first tour where things get heated between you and Roger.

Word Count : 3.2k

Pairings : Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader

Warnings : Swearing,

a/n - I made the gif for this FREDDIE bc he isn't trying to hide his teeth when he’s smiling here and it makes my heart melt! ALSO if you aren’t on this tag list and want to be added onto it then pls send me a message or ask! Love you all!

           About a week after Queen’s performance on the BBC, the five of you were getting ready to go on tour in America. You had already flown over from the UK, which felt like the longest flight in the world due to the fact that Roger invited three girls onto the plane as well. Once you landed Reid instructed you to go get some rest in the hotel, and explains that the man with the plan was Paul Prenter. Paul seemed nice, almost too nice as he spoke to the five of you with his Irish accent.

          You instructed the boys to meet you at 11:00 am on the day after your flight with their bags packed, knowing that if you hadn’t done so, they would be late. You, Brian, Freddie, and John were waiting in your hotel room with your suitcase, Freddie had about 3 full sized suitcases with him. The four of you sat there impatiently as John tapped his foot on the ground. You glanced at the clock and then to the door. “Bloody hell, why is he late.” You muttered to yourself. As if on cue, Roger walks in through the door with one of the girls from the plane under his arm. They’re both laughing, giggling, and both obviously drunk. You stood up and looked at him. “Really Rog?” You asked him, as you looked at the girl and then back at him. “This is Crystal.” He said, the girl glared at him. “Cheryl!” Roger walked away from her nonchalantly and nodded. “Oh that’s right.” He said as he sat down on the couch. You walked up to the girl. “Hey sorry, but you can’t be here right now. Would you mind leaving?” You asked her politely. She nodded and looked at you with a soft smile. “Roger said he’ll call me.” You nodded and shut the door behind her. “He won’t.” You whispered to yourself before walking over to the boys. “Brian, Fred, John, can you guys go pack the bus with everyone’s bags?” You asked them. They all nodded and rushed out of the room, they did not want to be near you when you went off on Roger.

          Roger spread his arms out over the backrest of the couch as he watched you walk towards him with a smirk on his face. You walked towards him, arms crossed over your chest as you glared down at him. “You’ve got to be joking, Rog.” You said as you stood in front of him. He shrugged. “Hey! I like women, a lot.” He said with a dry laugh. You continued to stare at him, why the hell was he like this? “No doing this while we’re on tour.” You said, pointing a finger at him. He just looked you up and down before tilting his head to the side. “Well...I’ll need to get my fix from someone…” He said as his eyes trailed over your body once more. You hated drunk Roger, absolutely hated him for the things that he could make you feel. You pushed those thoughts aside and rolled your eyes. “Your disgusting.” You muttered as you went to walk away, but stopped when Roger stood up. You slowly turned on your heels back to face him. “Can I help you?” You asked as you looked into his eyes. He smirked again before snagging a finger through your belt loop on your jeans and gently yanked you forward. You gasped from surprise as he did so, and put your arms in between the two of you. Roger’s face was only inches apart, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips, his hand resting on your hip with his index finger through your belt loop. You kept a hard look on your face as you tilted your head to the side. Before you could speak Roger began, “When are we going to act on this unspoken attraction between us, y/n?” He said, you scoffed at what he said, but deep down you knew exactly what he was talking about. “There is no unspoken attraction, Taylor.” You said as you struggled to get out of his grasp. “You know there bloody well is!” He shouted as you finally escaped his arms and took a couple steps back. “If there was, I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, because you always have so many bloody hookers around!” You shouted back. He rolled his eyes and took a swig if his beer. “That’s just an excuse, y/n!” He shouted even louder than before, taking another sip of his beer. You shook your head and let out a dry laugh, ‘How dare he raise his voice at you.’ You thought to yourself as you marched back up to him, grabbed the beer out of his hands and threw it on the ground, smashing the bottle. You did not break the eye contact that you and Roger held the whole time. You were absolutely fuming. “Get on the bloody tour bus, or I’ll make you.” You said, eyes fiery, as you pointed to the door. Roger looked at you, not necessarily with fear, but as if he was surprised you would talk back to him. If he was being honest, he was impressed, but he now knew what happened when you really pissed y/n y/l/n off. He put his hands up in defence as he walked towards the door. Once he was finally out the door you let out a shaky breath and looked at the smashed beer bottle. “Fuck.” You breathed before walking out the door and onto the tour bus.

           You walked onto the bus and didn’t say a word to anyone. You walked straight to the back of the bus and sat down on one of the couches. The bus jolted forward as it started to move, and now you were off. After about an hour of driving you decided to go sit with your friends as they were laughing about something. “What’s so funny?” You asked them as you sat down beside Brain. Freddie looked to John, and then to you. “I proposed to Mary before we left.” He said with a huge smile on his face. You absolutely adored when Freddie would smile and not try to hide his teeth. You smiled wide. “Fred! That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you!” You said as you reached across the table to hold Freddie’s hand. After you asked some questions and the five of you celebrated, you felt the bus stop suddenly and heard the doors open. “Who the hell?” Brian muttered as he watched Paul walk onto the bus. You sighed and rolled your eyes at the sight of him. You got the feeling that there was something off about that guy, but you couldn’t tell what. “Hi Paul, darling!” Freddie said as he got up to free him. “I thought it would be better if I came along for the ride.” He said, with a toothy grin. “Great.” Roger said sarcastically as he looked towards you and stuck a finger in his mouth, pretending to gag. You put a hand over your mouth as you let out a small giggle. Brian rolled his eyes, but smiled a bit. For the rest of the ride through the Midwest USA the now six of you put together the whole show that the boys were going to be performing. Roger came up with the idea to put beer on his floor tom to create this amazing rock and roll effect. The boys performed show after show, each and every time was more spectacular than the time before.

         About midway through the tour after one of the shows Freddie decided he was going to use a payphone outback to call Mary. John and Brian told you that they were going to head to the hotel room early, which just left you and Roger waiting backstage for Freddie. “It was a really good show.” You said to Roger as you leaned up against the wall. Roger nodded and stood in front of you. “It’s incredible, playing in front of all these people.” He said. “They all love you, they can’t get enough.” You added, laughing a bit as you looked up at him. “I’m really glad you came with us y/n.” You smiled sweetly at him. “I’m really glad I came too.” You said. “Hey, um…” Roger trailed off as he looked down at you. “Yes…?” You said, urging him to finish what he was going to say. “I know that before, you said that you didn’t feel there was an unspoken attraction.” He said putting one hand on the wall behind you. “But, I know you feel something for me.” he told you, taking a small step forward so your faces were merely inches apart. “Well, if there is an unspoken attraction.” You said, looking down at the ground and then up at Roger. “Then maybe you should do something about it.” Your voice turned into a soft whisper when you spoke. Roger’s eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips. “Maybe I will.” he said as he put his hand on your cheek and went to lean in. You closed your eyes, you knew that there was an unspoken thing between the two of you and couldn’t wait to just get it out in the open. Just before your lips made contact, you heard Paul walk into the room. “Have you two seen Freddie?” He asked, glancing around the room. Both you and Roger opened your eyes at the same time and shot glares at Paul. “Well have ya?” He asked again, not caring at all that he just ruined the moment. Roger let out a frustrated sigh as he pushed himself away from you and walked up to Paul. “He’s outside.” Roger said through gritted teeth. Paul gave him a disgustingly fake smile and put his hand on Roger’s shoulder. “Thanks pal!” He said before walking away. Roger pinched the bridge of his nose as he walked back over to you. “I hate him.” He said, causing you to let out a small laugh. “I’m pretty sure we all hate him except Fred.” You told him. Just then , Freddie and Paul walked back into the room. “Alright, lets go get some rest. Tomorrow is another big show.” Freddie said as he motioned for the two of you to follow him back to the hotel.

          Since that moment backstage had happened, you and Roger had gotten closer than ever before. You were both ten times as flirty with each other. Sometimes you would even sit on his lap while you and the boys were talking about what they were going to do at a show. The two of you acted as if you were a couple always together, always hugging or flirting, his hand resting on the small of your back, your hand always within his. However, the two of you had yet to kiss, because if you kissed, the unspoken thing would then be spoken about. It was now the day of the last show of the tour, tomorrow you were all headed home. That night before the show you were wishing the boys good luck before they went on stage. You could hear the crowd chanting and screaming for the band to go on. “Alright boys, last show of the tour.” You told them. Paul nodded, “Yep! Then when we get back you boys can start recording another album.” He added, almost stating Freddie down. “Fred, why don’t you come here for a minute? I gotta speak to you.” Paul said again as he walked a couple meters away from the rest of the group. You rolled your eyes at Paul. “You guys are going to do amazing, knock ‘me dead.” You told them. “We always do.” John said with a wink before walking over to grab his guitar along with Brian. Roger looked at you and gave you a sly smile. “You know y/n, one of these days I might just have to write you a song.” He said jokingly. You laughed and rolled your eyes at him. “Hey no goofing off! You’re about to go on.” You told him as you passed him his drumsticks. Just then you heard Brian call Roger and Freddie over, they were seconds away from going on stage. “Good luck boys!” You called as you walked away to go watch the show. Roger walked up to Brian and John and smiled wide. “I like her.” he told them. “I’m gonna ask her out after the show.” He said as he twirled his drumsticks. “Way to go Rog.” John said just before they were called on stage.

          Once you finally made your way down to the bottom of the stage you began to nod your head to the music smiling up at your friends as they played. Last week John had to tell you to stop making faces at him because he would lose focus and start giggling. You still looked at him though, because his smile was amazing. Over the course of the tour you had become so close with these four boys that you really felt like a family, you finally felt like you belonged somewhere. Lost in your train of thought you almost didn’t notice a stranger tapping on your shoulder. You looked over at him and smiled. “Oh! Sorry I almost didn’t see you. Can I help you?” You asked him as you turned to face the man. “Hey, I just saw a beautiful girl standing over here without a date, am I wrong?” He asked raising an eyebrow. You didn’t say anything for a second and thought about Roger. You thought at one point you may have had feelings for him, but if you did it was just a school girl crush. Plus, he could get any girl he wanted, he wouldn’t want you. After thinking all this to yourself you looked back up to the man and smiled again. “You’re not wrong. How about we get a drink?” You suggested, the man smiled and offered his hand, which you took, to lead you through the crowd to the bar. The two of you talked for the whole concert, he was funny and was constantly making you throw your head back in laughter. You were being a little flirty towards him, and he did the same. As the two of you were talking he let his hand rest on your hip, which you allowed. While Roger was playing, he looked through the crowd to find you, and when his eyes finally landed on you he felt his heart sink. Another man was making you laugh and had his hands on you, and you looked happy. He hated watching so much, yet he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from you. Even though you were breaking his heart, you still looked so beautiful doing so. His eyes began to tear up, but he quickly pushed his feelings down and tried his hardest to focus on the show. He thought he could have any girl he wanted, but why couldn’t he have you?

          After the show was over you and the strange man met up with the band backstage.  John pat Roger’s back and gave him a smile. “So mate, are you going to ask y/n out now?” He asked and Roger shook him off. “No, she doesn’t like me like that Deaky.” He said a frown evident on his face. As if on cue, you walked into the room, your hand intertwined with the man you were at the bar with. “Hey guys! This is Scott Hannigan!” You said as you gently pulled him forward. Scott smiled and gave the band a small wave. “Hello! I’m a huge fan of you guys. Great show by the way.” He said, obviously attempting to contain his excitement. The boys waved to him and gave Scott a quick smile. “Pleasure to meet you.” Brian said as he stuck out his hand. “He’s from London too, so I invited him on the plane ride back with us. If that’s okay with you guys?” You asked as you turned to look at Scott and then back at the boys. Freddie, Brian, and John all began to shake their heads no but Roger interrupted them. “Yeah, I don’t see a problem with it.” He said as he walked from the back of the group to the front to face you. “If you like him, then I don’t see the harm in it.” He said as he smiled down at you contently. “But if you hurt her-” Roger looked up at Scott and he laughed, “Yeah, yeah, you’ll beat me up.” He said with a bit of a chuckle. Roger let out a dry laugh and took a step closer to him. “No, if you hurt her, it will be announced on a stage in front of thousands of people, that Scott Hannigan is a total dick.” He said, Brian stepped forward and nodded. “And then we’ll do the whole, beating you up, thing.” He said. Freddie laughed and lit himself a cigarette. “Have a great evening darling!” He said before leaving backstage. John smiled at you and then looked at Scott. “Good thing you were here talking to her, or I might have lost focus again.” He said which made you laugh a bit. After the boys left you turned to Scott. “Look, it’s been a long day and I was thinking of getting some rest tonight.” You said as you put your hands together and looked up at him. He laughed and put his hands on your arms. “Go get some rest, I can meet you at the airport tomorrow?” He suggested which made you smile. “Sounds like a plan.” You said. He smiled and moved his hands to the side of your face. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips, which you gladly kissed back for. You pushed away the feeling in your gut, telling you that you were kissing the wrong guy, and wrapped your hands around his neck. The two of you continued to kiss for a moment until he pulled away and looked into your eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.” He said as he placed a final soft kiss on your lips before walking out the door with a neon red exit sign above it. You smiled wide and hummed to yourself as you headed up to your hotel room. After getting changed and taking off your makeup you were about to crawl into bed when you heard a knock at your door. You groaned, but walked over to go answer it. You unlocked the door and opened it, and much to your surprise, the man standing at your door was Roger Taylor. “Y/n, I need to tell you something.” He blurted out, his words slurred which was evidence that he was drunk again. “Bloody hell Taylor, what is it?” You asked him crossing your arms over you chest. “Can I come in?” He asked, and that’s when you knew Roger was serious.

a/n - PLS message me about the ending!

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JACK WYATT

part of advanced PLACEMENT: an ars PARADOXICA high school au about a gang of queer teen nerds, by @estherroberts​ , @podcastmecaptain , and @lizzieraindrops

all three of the aformentioned dorks are responsible for the hijinks found in this post. today’s, @podcastmecaptain especially. (that’s me!)

click here for the au masterpost | track #ars placement for updates! ALSO: 

things aren’t always showing up in the tags, so your most reliable bet is the aforementioned masterpost.

this is the first of many individualized advanced PLACEMENT works, for stories of each character involved. we each wrote the story that we each post, with input from our other members! without further ado, here’s my first piece:

JACK WYATT

jack is ornery and whip smart and tired and witty and and loudmouthed and defiant

he chomps at any bit you give him

including the laws of science

and the laws of manners

and the laws of gender

and just a bit the law in general.

he’s not willing to change who he is for other people.

“it takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies, and even more to stand up to your friends.”

and even more to stand up to society as a whole.

but he is willing to love his friends.

we know jack and esther have been friends since. forever.

if there was a prize for most platonic i love yous per hour they'd have won the grand championships

they have also, however, won plenty of REAL science grand championships together

science isn't his entire life but it's MOST of it

he's always been a bit of a tinkerer

before he transitioned esther used to call him tinker bell

his mom’s car engine is the most well kept in Point of Exile

and possibly colorado

possibly america?

he's got a ham radio setup in his attic and a telescope, both are constantly being taken apart and put back together. there's a billion tech and science magazines and shoeboxes full of random parts scattered around the boxes of old clothes or broken furniture. moth eaten cushions line the floor. he stole a satellite from an abandoned cabin on the outskirts of town and it’s his pet project. he really loves his attic workshop, it’s his happy place.

one of his older sisters referred to it exactly once as The Batcave and he got so excited that she never did it again

the first time he knew he was serious about penny he led her up there and talked about all of it, all he's done with it

jack and esther both definitely have known the other likes girls for a very long time

jack thinks he's bi but he likes girls an awful lot. he's a girl leaning bi. who doesn't love girls. afuckingmen.

they're both adhd, but jack actually figured that one out first. esther took much longer, with different symptoms

he's constantly in standing motion, moving in place, focusing either too much or too little and never in between

creative in his machinery in a way others can't be

his mom popped him into a session with a school quack and he finally had a name for the humming hub of energy that snapped and crackled and popped in his head all day, that didn't make him wrong, just meant he worked differently.

a different set of springs and gears for the same human machine. same function, different ways of getting there, maybe even better results. he could get that.

but for his gender, things were slow going.

he has three older sisters. he’s always been firmly in the spot of “the baby girl.” he’s surrounded by femininity and doesn't have a problem with it. but it’s never felt. right. applied to him.

they call him a tomboy and that doesn't fit either

he knows what doesn't fit and what's not healthy. its not comfortable and its not right. that skin is dead before it touched him. it doesn't belong to him.

he worries he might have internalized misogyny like his friend anthony did, he's thoroughly wedged in feminist theory but maybe its just a side affect of society? apparently none of his sisters feel like this

feminist theory has a lot of gender theory too if done right

it doesn't take long for him to find it

and well

he turned it over in his mind

examining it, a piece he knew fit but not where

its a lot of speculation, but not long from discovery to connection

click

there it is

lots more under the read more!

jack was stumbling over the words

not sure how to say it but trying

and esther was figuring it out after the third half try and just kinda waiting for him to take his time

throwing in a lot more casual "dude"s and "bro"s and “my man”s

and then she's like huh. maybe he needs some encouragement

and says that they should try on tuxes for fun, because it's dance season and everyone is trying on formal wear anyway, just to try it

it turns out not to be really her thing, she’ll always be a skirt girl but she LIKES it, and then she sees jack's feet swinging off the bench in the next changing room and humming loudly

and she takes a deep breath, cringes first for potentially getting thrown out of yet another establishment, (that happens more than it should)

and just yells "HEY ISNT THIS THE FUCKING BOMB DOT COM DOT ORG DOT UK BROTHA"

and its so obnoxiously loud he just falls over cackling

and they're so happy

and she throws him the ones with shoulder pads and a low crotch cause SHE KNOWS WHAT SHES DOING

and they make a day of it and go get mac and cheese and play cards and cause a scene cause he makes a good play and she knocks their cups over and he's that much more smiley when they're politely asked to vacate the premises

and he doesn’t realize it that day, but eventually it comes to him that she’s being extra to make him smile

and its easier from there, little things like pointing out that their cute barista penny might be bi instead of just saying gay, pointing out how superior and sharp short hair would look on jack, leaving a king card with a "have a good day" note in his locker instead of a queen

even if in their ongoing locker game of dilemma, they both know that they both know that it's a bad move

it’s really casual one night, he turns around on the couch opens his mouth and she just nods. and then it all comes out from there, pun intended

he was always going to be jack, he had that straightened out for a long time

esther hears this and grins, and his dead name is never brought up again

esther pulls up the computer and takes him virtual binder shopping and they go into the packer section and just start cackling at some of the inferior options and then she gasps in delight, licks the back of the jack of hearts card, and sticks it on his forehead

“jack, you know, you’re really ruining my whole man hating lesbian thing, like, it’s gonna make me look bad if my best friend is a guy”

“it’s gonna make me look bad if my best friend is a huge nerd”

esther cuts his hair

the living room looks like a cat and an opossum had a death match in it

its so so so bad.

then anita comes home.

“this is a MESS esther what have you done let me fix this"

“esther amelia roberts you better start vacuuming NOW while i do your best friend’s hair"

its very well done.

jack doesn't come out to his family, they just heavily suspect he's a butch lesbian

“tomboy” isn't boy, but he guesses its as good as he’ll get from them

he doesn't know their stance, but he doesn't think it's… great?

so he changes into the binder in the back of esther’s or helen’s car or in the bathroom of the bus

he has a hippie aunt out in the country who drops by sometimes for weird occasional visits

she takes him for his testosterone appointments and ice cream afterward

(cake batter. every time.)

esther keeps his needles at her house

esther's mom was told he's trans after cutting his hair

and she's a little :/ about keeping things from his family but she understands that some things are more important and jack is like a son to her

she tells him this

and pats him

he helped esther practice her hebrew for so long he's picked a little up

sometimes they translate little notes into hebrew, then into binary, then into various cyphers, and pass it to each other in class so no one can read it but them

because if jack ever does anything

its never half assed

a couple years ago he got his ass kicked by an angry peer

something about a project being cut

sally saved him before he could get killed and called 911

he had a head injury and now has chronic pain

but takes modern medicine for it

underage alcohol is still way too tempting for him anyway. he's not an addict in this but. he's a little loose. he hasn't told anyone but penny. this is the one thing esther doesn't know

penny always writes his name wrong on his cafe order, getting ridiculously creative

she encourages a caffeine addiction as an alternative

it’s for sure not the best solution, but they're working it out together

penny counts pennies a lot because of the mortgage problem

so jack comes in and fixes all the machines in her cafe for christmas

they help each other

and learn to help themselves

jack’s a builder

he builds for esther, he builds for penny, he builds for himself.

he built himself.

and he's very happy with what he’s made.

#ars paradoxica #ars placement #jack wyatt #esther roberts #estherroberts #lizzieraindrops #mine

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XPWEW Friday Night Pyro (3-27-2020)

Friday Night Pyro Episode #419 March 27th, 2020 Los Angeles, California The Barracks

Show Intro

Commentary: Kaitlyn Khaos & Nick Simmonds

Opening Segment: Champagne Clausen comes down dapperly dressed. Champagne: “It was last January at Guilty as Charged I was in the midst of the most dominant world title run in this promotion. And I warned the All Man not to metal in that and what did he do..he did. I told him then that “consequences will never be the same!” And it took this long, whether it was our bean-headed general manger Romeo Roselli who told me I couldn’t challenge for the title as long as he was champion well then just like I thought and just like everyone else All Man proved he was indeed “just a TRANSITIONAL champion” and now here we stand. 2 days! 2 days! I get my hands on that rat and I get my hands on that smiling, that fake, that fraud, that snake in sheep’s clothing Golden Bryce. I get my hands on both of them. I don’t gotta pin em, I don’t gotta knock them out, I don’t even have to snap their leg in half. ALL I HAVE TO DO is hit one move. Three times. In the blink of a second, in the pop of a cork I can be world champion again

Freight Train enters Train: “I think you might have a bad memory Curtis cause I remember it was only 6 or 7 days ago in this building you pushed my friend. You hit your daddy. You did a bad thang. Well you know what you might have just pissed me of. I took Troy off the medicines and Sunday he’s gonna have a lot to say so you better cover your hind-end or say I’m sorry cause I bet he’s real mad Champagne: Huh...haha Do they call you Freight Train because your the size of a train or do they call you Freight Train because your mind tends to slip off of the tracks. Because NEWS FLASH idiot! He’s a vegetable! He has no memory, no frame of reference since Halloween! Y’know the one with candy! Bring em out! I’m sure he’ll come out here and tell nobody in the crowd that he’s the best, we’ll I’ll say this if he does anything again to impede MY SPOTLIGHT. I’m gonna do more than sedate him. I’ll sedate him permanently and you can whisper that to that human bag of meat. So why don’t you go do that

Freight Train slumps his shoulders and leaves he keeps looking back sadly

Champagne: LEAVE!

All Man, All Woman & Scott Steiner enter

Steiner : Your daddy issues are nobody’s concern your moron. Nobody gives a damn about your carrot cake brain daddy ok all people wanna see is THE POPPA BACK ON PYRO! LOOK AT THE LARGEST ARMS IN THE WORLD

2 weeks ago! I got checked into the hospital and I looked the grim reaper right in his beetie eyes and told him I ain’t leaving until the ALL MAN wins the title 2 times! 2 times!

All Man: 2 times! 2 times!

Champagne: that’s cute, I’m looking to do what neither of you have done. Win that title a second time myself, All Man really? Let’s recall your title reign, you beat me after I had a hard fought match, you beat me with a low battery okay and then you defended it at Flirting With Disaster and Golden Bryce beat you in 8 minutes and let’s see Scott I’ll use your math here.

Steiner: HEY THATS MY GIMMICK! GIVE IT BACK! GIVE IT BACK TO ME!

Golden Bryce enters with the TITLE

Golden Bryce: I feel like I’m watching Step Brothers right now lol both of you sound the same. Complaining. Not doing. I MEAN GUYS! 48 hours! 3 finishers. ZERO FANS! Oh wait sorry Tenille, I respect women!! Scott! glad to see you’ve made a 100% recovery

Steiner: SHUT UP GOLDYLOCKS

Bryce: corpses tries not to laugh

Steiner: Listen up!

All Woman: Scott Steiner!, This Sunday it’s going to be a 3 Way Dance for the XPWEW World Title at Blitzkrieg between All Man, Champagne Clausen and Golden Bryce! What’s your opinion on the upcoming bout?

Steiner: **You know they say that ALL MEN are created equal but you look at the ALL MAN and you look at Champagne Clausen and you can see that statement is not true. See normally if you go 1 on 1 with the another wrestler you got a 50/50 chance of winning. But All Man is ALL IN and he’s not normal. So you got a 25% chance AT BEST of beating All Man at Blitzkrieg! Then you add GOLDYLOCKS to the mix! Your chances drastic go UP! Because he can’t win a big main event match to save him life and he ain’t even gonna try! See the 3 way at Blitzkrieg. You got a 33 1/3rd chance of winning, but All Man! All Man has got a 66% and 2/3rd’s chance of winning!

Senior Champagne! The numbers don’t lie and they spell disaster for you at Blitzkrieg!

Kaitlyn Khaos: “I’ve just gotten word from General Manger Romeo Roselli that tonight! The world champion Golden Bryce will go 1 on 1 with Champagne Clausen and All Woman will act as the special guest referee. That’s gonna be interesting and that is tonight’s main event!”

<<Let’s get this COVID-19 awareness episode of Pyro under way and take it straight to the action!

1 on 1 M1: Doxy Deity defeats All Woman w/ All Man and Scott Steiner @ ringside

<<<Back and forth contest, both competitors were able to get action and offense, This match showcased All Woman even in LOSS because she’s had very limited ring time in the Fed since joining last July but this match we got to see her shine a bit because she really has only had a handful of matches here. In the end Doxy would catch All Woman mid air off the top rope then hits her finish in a great matchup. Quick and fast paced. Steiner’s ringside commentary made it funnier” Steiner: “Do it for my freaks?!!!!”

[PROMO\Hype] Lockdown 7 in 56 days May 23rd, 2020 Dubai, United Arab Emirates mini documentary showing performers hyping up the biggest event of the year

[In-ring segment] Interview from James Westerbeck! XPWEW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! Slayer w/ Rosemary& Lotus

Priscilla Kelly bathtub promo }}} Priscilla via Titan tron challenges Slayer to a match for the xpwew international title this Sunday at Blitzkrieg

Slayer accepts So just like that! BREAKING NEWS! This Sunday at Blitzkrieg Slayer will defend his XPWEW International Title 1 on 1 against Priscilla Kelly! Sheeeeeeeeee’s baaaaaaaaaaack

((Slayer walks to the back)) (((Rosemary joins the commentary booth with Kaitlyn Khaos and Nick Simmonds and she’s in character the whole time and Rosemary is creeping Kaitlyn Khaos our the whole time, absolute golden on the mic during this match. Hyping Lotus up!

1 on 1 M2: Lotus defeats Genevalisse

PROMO: XPWEW commercial informing all the UK fans that we sincerely apologize that Blitzkrieg set for this Sunday was suppose to take place at the O2 in London but not to worry because! *Anarchy in the UK by Sex Pistols plays “Because this September we are bringing the XPWEW Anarchy Rules pay-per-view to you! That’s right! We can’t wait to bring the best fans in the world some Xtreme wrestling!!!”

The Set enters Ruckus joins commentary but he is silent the whole time (he goes to light up a blunt) Nick Simmonds: Do you mind um I uh have bad asthma Ruckus: hits blunt coughs intensely/ Damn Vro me too < Siaka Lexoni is sensational at the commentary booth putting over Jordan Oliver, Myron and Kotto over big time >

Tag Team Match M3: Myron Reed & Kotto Brazil defeat Jacques & Dragon Kid

1 on 1 [XPWEW Juniorweight Title ON THE LINE] M4: Jordan Oliver defeats Based Fabian

(((Match of the night, total spot fest #Dive)))

Garrett Thompson and Ethan Bedlam enters GT @ McGraw (speaking into camera) “Last week McGraw it was merely a flesh wound! Merely a mercy beating! I could have beaten your bullocks within an inch of your life, but your little wee damsel in the distress saved your backside huh. Ryu come to this ring.

McGraw enters with a neck brace on

Ryu steps in front of him “it’s not worth it, he’s scum, he’s scum, don’t do this. Not now.” GT and Bedlam wants McGraw with his hand motions just baiting him in to come get this 2 on 1 beatdown < McGraw jerks the mic out of Ryu “You gotta be the luckiest muffin eating sum bitches I��ve ever seen! Ethan Bedlam get your finger outta Garrett’s ass GT: “Your not funny....Not funny mate” Leonard: Oh that ain’t funny. Not so funny. Well hell son I’m not a modern day Monty Python here shit But if this is all comedy, if this shit is just a joke to you GT I’d suggest I get your input on this next bit ive been working on! [[[MCGRAW SLOWLY PULLS AWAY THE NECK BRACE REVEALING THAT HE IS NOT INJURED THIS WHOLE TIME] <<GT cocks his head sideways and Bedlam looks back and forth in confusion>> McGraw: Oh well hell it ain’t funny but it damn sure is peculiar. This neck straightening device here don’t mean shit to me because damn son I don’t need it I’m not injured I don’t have broken neck, I don’t have a broken bollocks or whatever the fuck you said, I don’t have a bedfellow named Ethan and I sure as hell don’t have a fanger stuck up nobody’s ass but what I do have is a challenge I want you in this ring 1 on 1 this Sunday you big bastard GT: Leo, You don’t deserve a match against me you peasant. But I’ll say this. If you can beat...Ethan Bedlam...1 on 1 inside a steel cage this Sunday then you’ll get your match Larry the Cable guy Leonard: So this is how we’re gonna play it? Your gonna put your life partner in harms way like at? I’ll step in a steel cage Sunday but right now I’m just gonna get a piece of your ass first ((Mic slams)) Leonard hits the ring and takes out both Bedlam and GT but GT gets out of dodge by throwing Bedlam in front and Him quickly

LEONARD MCGRAW DECKS ETHAN BEDLAM WITH THE BUCKSHOT AND DAMN NEAR TAKES HIS HEAD OFF!

McGraw in ring flips off GT standing at stage

[PROMO] Dark Side of The Ring commercial airs “The death of the Xtreme Giant” premieres this Tuesday only on VICE

Leonard McGraw and Ryu join commentary Ryu is nice and polite Nick Simmonds: “Leonard why did you pretend you had a neck injury” McGraw: “I got kids to feed man and sometimes it’s a good way to get out of work shit! But even I get complacent I wanna get back in there and I’m fixing to beat Ethan Bedlam’s ass in that cage match come Sunday

1 on 1 M5: Genevalisse defeats Lola Starr

Match Announcement!!!

Kiera Hogan will now defend her XPWEW Women’s Title against Genevalisse this Sunday at Blitzkrieg 2020

Special Guest Referee: All Man & All Woman enter

Champagne Clausen enters

XPWEW World Heavyweight Champion Golden Bryce enters!!!

SpecialGuestReferee: All Woman 1 on 1 M6: Golden Bryce defeats Champagne Clausen

Bryce raises the title up high and All Man low blows him and attacks him from behind at the cheering and behest of Scott Steiner who encouraged him to blindside Bryce but Steiner slides in a steel chair All Man sizes up Bryce but Bryce ducks and All Man cracks Champagne over the skull with the steel chair and Bryce stands up in All Man’s face and they press up against each other s foreheads and it’s an epic finish but you can hear Steiner in the background “Hit him! Hit him! Hit him he’s right on ya”

Show ends

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Continuing A thing

@roun-dab-out​, tagging you here because that other conversation got ungodly long, and I’m tired of bothering other people’s notifications, as well as seeing the imagery in the post prior to it.

If people other than roun want to catch up, you can find the post immediately previous this one here

Onto your response. Gonna read-more it, because fuck me this is gonna be long.

So you never actually defined for me what ‘politically informed’ was. I guess you realized how shady and easy to manipulate it was, or just missed that? Either way, either do so, or I’m discounting that.

I dunno, the sources used by someone like the Angry Foreigner are pretty reliable too. Because his sources are (mostly) from Sweden. Once again, the country in question. And he seems to share my views.

So, a few things about his sources (in the video description):

A lot of them are in Swedish. If I’m asking for sources for a claim, and you know I’m not Swedish (which you clearly seem to), giving me a link to Swedish sources and saying ‘figure it out’ is lazy, dishonest, and bad, because I can’t actually verify any of it. I can’t verify where the study is from, who is funding the study, what the funder’s biases are, etc. Citing the Swedish Breitbart doesn’t mean its true, and I can’t tell if it’s the Swedish Breitbart because I can’t read it. Do you see the problem here? You made a claim, I asked for evidence, and you gave me foreign information while also pointing out how I didn’t understand Sweden. 

You are the one making the claim. If you want to convince me, you have the burden of proof. And the burden of proof requires a good faith effort on your part. This is not that.

Secondly, halfway through his video, he flat out goes ‘we don’t have the data at all, let’s compare to neighboring countries. For someone going “You need to look at SWEDEN! Listen to SWEDEN!” to go “Eh, neighboring countries are fine” is asinine. Yes, I understand the data isn’t released in Sweden (because of some ultra-left-wing conspiracy too, no doubt), but that means the best and only answer you have is ‘we don’t know. 

Which is not what you’ve been saying.

Also! His videos (I can’t read the report because it’s in Swedish) don’t actually say that immigrants have higher conviction rates in the years between 1995 and 2001. They say they have higher suspicion rates. Do you understand the difference between the two? Suspicion can be (and likely is) biased by the investigators in question. Conviction is the actual “You did it”. A racist cop will naturally think a racial minority is more likely to do it. This doesn’t actually say anything about the rate of conviction rates.

Do you see how that’s dishonest and manipulative as fuck?

As I was saying before, the fact that many people consider Sweden a rape capital is the sum of several reasons.

Consider =/= is.

The inflated statistics (which aren’t even that inflated anymore considering women’s comfortability with reporting sex crimes has drastically gone down the last few years) is one part of it 

Again, sources aren’t readable, blah blah blah. See the above.

but let’s not forget our terrible penal system that doesn’t punish rapists, 

Swedish Recidivism (the rate at which convicted prisoners re-offend after being released) is at about 40%. The UK is about 60%, and the US is Upwards of 80%. If you think the purpose of prison is rehabilitation and allowing individuals to become productive members of society, while keeping them from committing crimes again, Sweden has one of the best success stories out there. The purpose of prison has not been, and should not be to make individuals miserable. It’s supposed to be reformatory. Even the US claims prison is for reformation. “Terrible prison system” with one of the lowest rates of recidivism in the world.

or how Swedish mainstream media is actively straight up lying about the situation in Sweden, particularly when it comes to sex crimes. 

Again, this is why I think you’ve kind of gone off a bit friend. “Mainstream media is conspiring to hide this!” 

Probably not. Occam’s razor here. Either the entire state’s media, as well as international media are hiding this up for... some reason, or your breitbart-affiliated sites are looking to get people angry, because that gets clicks.

Or maybe how the government refuses to send back both legal and illegal immigrant rapists to where they came from. 

If they’re there legally, reformatory and highly successful prison seems to be a better idea, honestly.

Also, citation needed.

Also, would you rather have a criminal (whether there legally or not) be given a chance to reform and re-enter society, or be sent back to their country and almost certainly die? If you value human life (which the concern about rape and murder seem to indicate) then in my opinion, the former option seems much better.

Or why our neighbouring countries aren’t even close to being in the same situation we are in.

Wait, hang on.

You told me to look up Angry Immigrant’s Youtube channel. A channel where his video specifically claims (probably incorrectly) that the best way to figure out Sweden’s rape crisis is to look at the neighboring countries, and now - about 500 words later, are saying that neighboring countries ‘aren’t even close to being in the same situation we are in’

So... Either the whole area is experiencing this crisis, or none of it is. If Sweden’s statistics are on lock down, and you have to compare to other neighboring countries to figure it out, and other countries ‘aren’t even close to being in the same situation’... what does that mean?

It means your sources are probably wrong, and things are fine. And it’s pot-stirrers trying to bring up clicks and incite hatred.

In the end, all this bullshit stacked on top of eachother tends to agitate the population somewhat and this leads to most people considering Sweden a haven for Rapists and criminals in general. Ergo, a rape capital.

Right okay so a few things.

You’re saying bad information that is probably not correct, a misunderstanding of the purpose of the criminal justice system, and intentionally inflammatory videos meant to enrage the population at large aren’t the problem. The problem is that people think there’s a rape crisis, therefore there is? 

Also, ‘People consider it to be a haven’ does not mean it actually is. You seem to be under the perception that perception = reality. 

Just because the only people you’ve ever talked to about this never mentioned things like these (probably because they were your generic cookie cutter anti-immigrant rednecks) 

Wait hang on again.

The people who I spoke to never mentioned the alleged rape crisis that you claim is caused by immigrants because they were anti-immigrant? 

“Let’s cover up the racial rapes because we hate those fucking immigrants! That’ll show them!”

I’m sure this is a typo, but if not you’ve really lost the pot here friend.

doesn’t mean it’s not true or not relevant.

No, the fact that your sources appear to be Swedebart is what make them not true or relevant. 

 It’s a main talking point in Sweden.

It’s a main talking point in Sweden, but the people I’ve talked to have never seen it as a serious issue? One of these two things is not the case.

“Main talking points” are things like... Donald Trump, or climate change. Where even if you disagree with it, you recognize it as an issue (i.e., climate change is an issue for deniers because they fear it makes their country anti-competitive for no reason, etc.)

You claim Sweden is/isn’t a rape capital because of X, which is a somewhat fair point on it’s own but Y, Z, Å, Ä and Ö and so on are also valid reasons to consider it as such, which most people fail to recognize.

Except they’re not valid reasons! They’re contradictory, inflammatory, and intentionally dishonest, and from heavily biased sources at best. As soon as you actively showed disdain for the ‘mainstream media cover-up’ you showed that you’ve been at least a little brainwashed on this. You’re going “Well Kennedy wasn’t assassinated by the CIA, but when you consider the FBI’s sleeper agents, NSA surveillance agents, and Area 51 it’s pretty clear it was a conspiracy, people just fail to recognize those other agencies.”