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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Hii!! I'm new to your page. I'm wondering if you'd tyr to write a small Loki oneshot? It's basically Loki coming back from Ragnarok to Avengers tower with Thor, hoping to see his love of his life. The reader, but.. when he arrived he looked around for her but doesn't find her. Instead he finds the avengers looking gloomy and seemingly grieving? Then he asked where the reader is towards the avengers. In which they answered they died. Murdered, Possibly by Thanos or Hydra in a mission or somewhere.

Thanks -Vic'♡

I'm sorry if this isn't something you're used to write. I hope you'd like this idea. Probably angsty idea.

Hi Vic! Welcome, welcome 💝 I'm glad you found my page and sent me this ask because I really love angst with a fluffy ending so I hope you enjoy this!

Until We Meet Again || Loki

Warnings: Reader death, angst, grief, fluff. WC: 1k

“Why can’t he see me?” You asked Heimdall, the panic in your voice peaking as you reached for Loki only to find your hand pass through his cheek. “How did I get here?”

It was as if you were simply dreaming, unable to remember the moment before this as you looked around. Your vision was tunnelled and a black void surrounded you except where Loki stood, your one light in a very dark world.

“Heimdall, what is happening?” You trembled as the tunnel narrowed even further and you slowly lost sight of your love.

“I’m sorry Princess, I could hold on no longer.” Heimdall spoke from the darkness. “Valhalla calls us home.”

“Valhalla? This must be some sort of joke. That would mean that I am dead, that you are dead.” You shook your head in disbelief but flashes of memories assaulted you, a blast and gunshots then pain everywhere before it faded to nothing. You were meant to be at the Avengers Tower waiting for Loki’s return but something had called you home. Your people had needed help and you had tried to answer, forgetting the fight as you called Heimdall to open the Bifrost.

“There is nothing to fear in death, Princess, you will see him again.” Heimdall promised, his hand gently resting on yours as he guided you through the dark, towards a faint glow on the horizon. “The sun will shine on us.”

You remembered Loki’s promise that he recited every time you were apart, a small smile growing as the warming rays kissed your skin. “And a new day shall dawn.”

Loki sensed something amiss the moment the carrier touched down, a heaviness to the air that he couldn’t explain. They had won, Ragnorok was over and although their people had suffered a great loss, they had won.

“Where is my darling wife?” Loki asked, his eyes scanning the crowd a second time before he felt among them with his keener senses, all of them finding emptiness.

Tony was the first to speak up as the last of the surviving Asgardians were helped off the carrier and assisted to the medical wing. His voice broke as he looked away. “She’s gone.”

“What do you mean? Where?” Loki hissed as his knives appeared in his hands. “What did you do!”

“Brother, I’m sure we will find her.” Thor said calmly as he pushed Loki to lower his weapons. “She can’t have gone far. Did she go to the new compound?”

“No. She’s gone.” Tony swallowed sickly. “We were in a hard fight and suddenly she said she needed to go home. I don’t know what happened but it distracted her. We did everything we could to try to save her but…”

Loki surged forward and Thor barely caught him before he could attack him. “You lie!” 

“I wouldn’t lie about this.” Tony sniffled, Steve placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.  “We all loved her.”

Thor’s arms crushed Loki to his chest, taking his brother’s weight as the universe attempted to crush his spirit and pull him to the depths of Hel. “Listen to me, Lo. She’s a warrior, she will be feasting in the great halls with father as we speak.”

“I’m Jotun, Thor, do you not understand!” Loki hissed, pushing his way out of his brother’s arms. “There is no Valhalla for the likes of me. I will never see her again.”

Thor grabbed Loki by the scruff as he tried to turn away and pinned him with a stare that froze Loki. “You are a prince of Asgard, do not think that blood is what determines your fate.” 

723 Years Later “Welcome home, my prince.” You smiled as he stepped through the opaque wall beneath the arch woven from branches of Yggdrasil. “I have been waiting for you.”

Tears shimmered in his green eyes as he stumbled into your arms. Streaks of grey lightened his dark tresses and the lines on his face were etched a little deeper but he was still just as handsome as the day you met him all those centuries ago. His cool fingers traced your jawline, the disbelief clear on his face as he tried to figure out if this were a cruel trick.

“You told me the sun would shine on us again.” You whispered as you turned him to the light that glowed over Valhalla. “You were right.”

Loki's breath shuddered as he accepted the truth and he cupped your warm cheeks. “I have missed you terribly, my love.”  

“And I you.” 

You ached for a taste of his lips and rose to your tiptoes to claim them once again. Time had changed nothing, your body still melted in his embrace and his tongue still dominated yours as his arms encircled your waist. A hunger burned within you and he seemed to be consumed by the same fire as his hands reached for the pin on your armour. 

A giggle broke you from his kiss and you looked around the empty field. “We have eternity together.” 

“Believe me, I know, I have thought about this moment for centuries and exactly how I would spend it with you, and then every moment after that too.” Loki grinned, dropping his hold on you so that he could raise his arms up, his power building a home from nothing. 

Your jaw dropped at the sight of his power being used in a way you had never seen and the cottage was just like one you had spoken about. It had been a fantasy you had dreamt of, living with Loki in the cute little home, far from the fighting and the wars. “You remembered.” 

“No more fighting, no more wars.” Loki promised as he took your hand and led you to the house. “Just you and I.”

He swept your feet out from under you and kicked the door open so he could step across the threshold with you in his arms. 

“I love you, Loki.”

His green eyes captivated you as he placed your feet on the floor, needing his hands free to wipe the tears that were rapidly filling your lash line. “I love you too, for all time, always.”

#Loki x reader #loki x poc!reader #loki imagine #Loki angst #loki fanfic

[till-you-scream-and-cry]

Hello! If you still take blurb requests from the prompt list, can you write "2. I remember everything (Call me by your name)" with Thomas? I think an angsty plot could fit better the prompt but it's your choice 😊

hello, yes I made it into angst, a very very sad one (what's new xd) enjoy ❤

#2. “I remember everything” + Thomas + angst

Coming back to Rome wasn’t easy. You still had some bad memories, aching wounds and demons connected with your hometown. The last time you were there you felt that you got your heart ripped out. After avoiding it successfully for over two years, it was time to go back. You finally graduated from university in Milan, and staying there for longer made no sense. As hard as it was, you missed that city, some of your old friends and family. 

You arrived with a giant rock at the bottom of your stomach. None of your friends was in town, even the best friend you rented a flat with. You unpacked your bags and sat on the floor, feeling that your eyes are filling with tears. You knew who could make you feel at home. But you also knew that it was more than impossible. Sitting alone in an empty room seemed like the worst possible solution. You sighed deeply and shook your head. You needed a walk, some wine and dinner.

You got dressed, fixed your makeup and sprayed on some of your favourite perfume. Well…his favourite. You needed as much comfort and confidence as humanely possible, and they always worked. You took a tram and after a few minutes, you were back on the streets of Trastavere. A deep breath and one look around made you smile. You were home. The noises, the traffic, smells, the light, it all made you feel alive again. You turned your head and looked at the Tiber. The sun was setting, drowning the buildings in orange light. Suddenly you felt a sharp sting in your chest. You were here, but you were alone. 

Your feet were moving against your will, leading you to the bar you used to spend long hours in. They had the best pasta and cheap drinks, what else could a sad girl ask for? You were walking, not even noticing people bumping into you, curious tourists stopping in the middle of the road to take photos. It was annoying in Milan, but oddly comforting here. As you got closer to the bar, you noticed one empty table outside. And then your heart stopped. 

He was sitting there at the table next to the empty one which caught your attention. His blond hair was fluffy and messy as always. His long legs were tangled underneath the table. Thomas was laughing, holding a lit cigarette in his slender fingers. You froze, staring at him, not even noticing Vic who sat next to Thomas. She nudged him in the side. He looked at you and his smile faded away. You didn’t know what to do, so you just sent him a pale smile and turned around, walking away fast.

“Hey, wait!” You’ve heard a familiar voice behind your back. You stopped and turned around. “I didn’t know you came back.” It was difficult to judge if he was happy to see you or simply disappointed. He didn’t know. Nobody told him. But why would they? Everyone knew how it ended, and how ugly it got for both of you. 

“Well…i’m back.” You said coldly, trying to control the amount of emotions in your voice.

“Can we talk?” He asked, awkwardly pushing his hand to the pocket. It could barely fit. 

You nodded and let him lead the way. You walked to the barrier where you could watch the river and the last rays of sunshine disappearing behind the horizon. 

“So…you graduated?” He asked, playing with his rings, leaning back against the barrier, watching you with attention. 

“I did. And now I’m here.” You said and cleared your throat. Looking into his eyes was unbearable. “You guys are leaving on tour soon, right?” You asked, trying your best to stay composed. 

“We are.” He looked down.

“Were you ever happy? With me?” You asked before your reason managed to stop you. “Were you? Or was that all in my head?” Thomas frowned and sent you a look people send to an abandoned puppy. You hated pity more than anything.

“Of course I was…”

“No, please, don’t say it just to comfort me.” You scoffed and crossed arms on your chest. “I’m sure you don’t even remember how it was.” 

“I remember everything.” 

The sadness in his voice tore your heart apart. This sentence was full of both, the love you once had, and the pain of saying goodbye. Thomas stepped a little closer, so close that you could feel the cigarette smoke on his clothes. He wrapped his arms around you and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. 

“You smell like berries…” he mumbled, making you tear up.

He let you go and wiped the single tear from his cheek. Thomas smiled and fluffed his hair.

“We should catch up, grab some wine maybe. I’ll find you once we're back. Goodbye for now”

He turned around. You saw him wiping his eyes before he crossed the street. Thomas hated goodbyes and knew you won’t take one either. He promised a meeting, but both of you knew deep down that it will never happen. That it all broke you too much. That there's no coming back. 

#maneskin fiction #maneskin blurbs #thomas angst #thomas raggi fiction #blurbs #prompts #my writing

[tempobrucera]

Director's cut on whichever story or part of a story you really want to talk about but never had the chance 💕

Hi Laura 🥰

I picked You Weren’t Supposed To Say It Back for you.

I love writing Thomas and Vic in polyam relationships and together because I think it works really well for them and I love the fake dating trope. So it was super nice to write them into this scenario

I wanted to write something different which is why I went for a different structure. That's why I started with the end, waking up in Vic's bed between them and then have first thing, second thing, ect before it goes back how to it came to this point and then back to the end where they are back in bed

Through the whole story there are different small things I come back to later in the story. That was really important to me.

For example, there's the room. Which first isn't clear which room it is, then further down the line we learn it's not Thomas' room, then we learn it's Vic's and that she changed the curtains in the room which in turn was mentioned before (the unfamiliar curtains). So, I said that this fic is kind of metaphor stacked upon metaphor. Even tho it's something familiar I wanted it to be not familiar enough on first inspection anymore - like the relationship that changed between the three of them. Vic changed the curtains to lighter ones because she wanted to let in more light into her life

There's the headache after a night out that flows through the whole fic - it's not something that just disappears in the span of like half an hour, that's why it stayed for the whole thing

"Your head still hurts; your thoughts still a storm." might be an uninteresting sentence but actually it goes together with the storm everyone was talking about for a while now which Vic mentions later -> The storm in itself was standing for something that's looming on the horizon and in this case it was their feelings which everyone knew about if the would have paid more attention

I tried to integrate that into the fic without saying it but showing it. Like how Vic looks at Thomas and that reader is wondering if they look at both of them in that same loving way she looks at him. And then Damiano who looks at Reader looking at Thomas and Vic and sees how they look at them

I loved writing the details in this fic so much, and portraying their friendship. Like going out together, and singing, and counting Thomas' freckles while also watching Thomas and Vic together so closely but then almost forgetting about it because it's so normal

I tried to have more focus on things that are noticed the first time, like "How come I didn't know what Thomas' favourite restaurant is", "Is he like this with everyone when he hugs them?", stuff like that, things you ask yourself when it dawns on you that you're falling for someone and can't really get yourself out of it again

I wanted to make Thomas visibily sad because he is. "Thomas looks at your linked hands on the table until he lifts up his head. He smiles but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes this time. Still it looks like he understood something, he wasn’t ready for." -> He is happy because he would always be happy if Vic (and Reader) are happy if that's without him or not. But he's also in love with both of them and he just realised that, thinking it doesn't matter because he sees the linked hands and thinks that there's no space for him in that scenario anywhere, while it also dawns on him that he's in love with both of them but thinks that Vic just realised that she wants Reader and nothing else (silly boy is wrong, lol)

There's the coffee stain on the dress because of the cup Vic knocked over, Thomas trying to catch it but bc he tried to catch it, it actually (and only because of his involvement) landed on Reader's dress leaving the stain behind. It's a chain reaction, that has different outcomes if different people do different things. Thomas could have not tried to save the cup and it could have just ended on the floor, but that'll be unknown because it happened this way and he can't change it as he can't change the feelings he has or the feelings anyone else in this scenario has. If that means, Vic asks Reader for a date and he ruined a dress even with it not being his fault, it still feels like he ruined something

On the other hand they all three are struggling, Reader thinks they have to decide at one point even tho they know they can't, Vic seeing it as an opportunity whatever she can get out of it but she doesn't want to hurt Thomas in any way even if that means she would get nothing in the end

There's the wine that Thomas spills on his chest and "looks like spilled blood" which just happened after he realised this and after Vic asked if she can ask Reader for a date. I wanted to show that he's hurt, his heart spilling blood (that's why it was on the left chest pocket), but not say it because he also wouldn't. He would rather keep it shut if that means it can make the people he loves happy

It only clicks for Reader as well when the memory of Thomas at Vic standing at the bar together comes back to them. That they bought wine and dessert without them knowing if Reader would join them, because it doesn't matter, they would drink it just the two of them as well because they also love each other equally whatever or whoever is there. It just happened to be that there's someone else that gets the same love from them that they give to each other

There's more spilled wine, dream and later not wanting to pinch themselves in case it's really just a dream

Thomas only takes one spoon from the restaurant, even tho they are three people, he isn't comfortable with getting more when one does the job just fine, tho now it's more complicated and they have to share one spoon. And he's also uncomfortable to take more than he was told he needs which is one person to love but he needs more, he just doesn't know how to go about it, making everything more complicated but he's afraid he'll have nothing when he says something. Like with the spoons where someone maybe would have noticed if he took three and then would have ended up with zero spoons. Because he didn't think of asking, he didn't think it would have been an option to ask for three spoons which would be reasonable as he could ask them and in the end he does get over himself and his worries and just spills it out

In the end it's him who gets it out in the open, even tho or maybe especially because he was the most afraid of it and he was ready to be hurt anyways which is why he just went for it, there was nothing to lose in saying that he thinks he loves them both because he made peace with the ending that there's no space for him before already. But he had to get it of his chest because he needs to be honest with them, he can't lie and he can't just pretend everything is normal when his world is upside down. And luckily he does because Vic and Reader feel the same but they wouldn't have said anything without him

#ask #i hope that makes sense. it's been a while since i wrote this. but i was dying to talk about it

[weaversweek]

Let's do it

The greatest 50 singles from 1954-76

An index post for Let's Do It (or #Let5D0It), the follow-up to Fear Of Mu21C from last year.

This is my personal top 50 singles from 1954 to 1976, in an approximate ranking order. (Hard lines to "The Deadwood stage", which would have been about number 20, but is a release from 1953 and hence too old.)

Median entry is from 1965. Most popular year is 1962 with five entries, four from 65 and 73; the only year to draw a complete blank is 1955. No entry from The Rolling Stones, nothing from The Who, The Kinks, The David Bowie, or The Reg "Reg" Snipton.

There are 48 different performers in the list, two of the performers have two entries. The challenge restricts us to two entries from any performer and a third from one act; in this spirit, there are three competition entries from the Eurovision Song Contest, and I probably wouldn't have picked more. Four songs are in a language other than English, and there's one instrumental.

Because of everything else going on in my life, research hasn't been quite as comprehensive as I might like; in particular, there's only one song that wasn't a hit on Billboard, the NME, or Music Week charts. (And for 1960-68, I'll quote positions from the NME chart, rather than Music Week, as the NME was the more accurate survey.) Much of the research was done over the Christmas break, I do not apologise for including three seasonal classics.

Contest sponsor Arron insists that we satisfy the "Jann Wenner Clause" - at least 30% of our lists have to be performed by acts that aren't entirely white men. An entirely laudable aim, done to widen the horizons of some of the other contributors. While I'm slightly uneasy about the assumption that American racial classifications work everywhere in the world, or is sufficiently nuanced (does Bob Dylan count as non-white, given that he changed his name due to perceived antisemitism?), for anglosphere music of this era it's a reasonable guide, and 30% is a pitifully low bar. In any event, my list is about 50% performed by acts that aren't entirely white men.

I'm presenting this as a ranked list; in truth, I seriously ranked the top 22, and haven't sweated bullets over the lower places. I prefer the song at 34 to the one at 44, and not to the one at 24; but on another day I might reverse positions 33-34-35.

There will be a short write-up for each position, and here's the consolidated list.

01 - DOUZE POINTS 02 - ELF 03 - ELF 04 - ELF 05 - ELF 06 07 08 "On the street where you live" - Vic Damone 09 "It was a very good year" - Frank Sinatra 10 "Stand by me" - Ben E King

11 "Nel blu dipinto di blu (Volare)" - Domenico Mudugno 12 "To be young, gifted, and black" - Nina Simone 13 "Love and affection" - Joan Armatrading 14 "Avenues and alleyways" - Tony Christie 15 "Good vibrations" - Beach Boys

16 "Respect" - Aretha Franklin 17 "The folks who live on the hill" - Peggy Lee 18 "I heard the bells on Christmas day" - Frank Sinatra 19 "Telstar" - The Tornados 20 "The 'Unchained' melody" - Righteous Brothers

21 "Non ho l'eta" - Gigliola Cinquetti 22 "What do you want to make those eyes at me for?" - Emile Ford and the Checkmates 23 "Delilah" - Tom Jones 24 "Hey woman" - The Ducats 25 "California dreamin'" - The Mamas and the Papas

26 "Blockbuster" - The Sweet 27 "Car wash" - Rose Royce 28 "Bohemian rhapsody" - Queen 29 "The flying saucer" - Buchanan and Goodman 30 "Je t'aime... moi non plus" - Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin

31 "When I fall in love" - Nat "King" Cole 32 "Merry Xmas everybody" - Slade 33 "Blue moon" - The Marcels 34 "Abraham, Martin, and John" - Marvin Gaye 35 "Dream a little dream of me" - Mama Cass

36 "See my baby jive" - Wizzard 37 "Mr sandman" - The Chordettes 38 "Please please me" - The Beatles 39 "Un banc, un arbre, une rue" - Séverine 40 "Yester-me, yester-you, yesterday" - Stevie Wonder

41 "I believe in Father Christmas" - Greg Lake 42 "Devil Gate Drive" - Suzi Quatro 43 "The young ones" - Cliff Richard 44 "Those were the days" - Mary Hopkin 45 "Dancing queen" - ABBA

46 "Remember you're a womble" - The Wombles 47 "Send in the clowns" - Judy Collins 48 "Super-cali-fragil-istic-expi-ali-docious", Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke 49 "Cathy's clown", The Everly Brothers 50 "Beep beep", The Playmates

#let5d0it #let's do it #pop music #20th century #1954-1976

[victravstruth]

Victoria Travica: a writer's biography

Dear reader,

Hi there.

my name is Victoria Travica, but you can call me Vic Trav for short. I am a 17 year old writer who exposes the truths learned throughout my life. Many of these truths are not easy pills to swallow - they are THE HARD TRUTHS. We can only learn them through human experience; I think there is something beautiful about that.

I like to think of my work as a reflection of how I see the world. My truest feelings come through in my various pieces of writing and art; they are entirely fuelled by the things I have experienced and the emotions that have come along with it. I am always on the lookout for new inspiration, and when I find it, I seize it.

I have enjoyed writing for as long as I can remember - I've written casually for years, which has served as an outlet for my thoughts when I need it. Poetry and creative writing are some of my favourites. However, this past semester in the Writer's Craft class has taught me how to broaden my writing horizons and try new things. The techniques I've learned have enabled me to try my hand at different kinds of writing and see what I like. Yet another example of how our experiences teach us valuable things.

THE HARD TRUTHS is a safe space meant to serve as a comfort to any who visit my blog. It is okay to acknowledge all of the experiences that make us who we are.

I hope you will enjoy scrolling through what I have to share.

All my love,

Vic Trav

#biography #writing

[thisaintascenereviews]

D.R.U.G.S. - Destroy Rebuild Back in the early to mid-00s, frontman Craig Owens was a god among men. If you weren’t there, you don’t know, but Craig Owens was the frontman of four of the most influential bands in the alternative scene. He was also in a lot of other stuff, but I remember him most from four bands, those being Cinematic Sunrise, Isles & Glaciers, Chiodos, and Destroy Rebuild Until God Shows (or DRUGS). Cinematic Sunrise was a pop-rock / pop-punk band that he had with a couple of the other guys from Chiodos, and they were a huge influence in the neon pop-punk scene. They only released one record, but it was a great album, and I spun that thing for a long time. Isles & Glaciers was one of the two major “supergroups” that he was in at the same time, and they, too, only released one album, but that was a supergroup with members of Jonny Craig, Vic Fuentes of Pierce The Veil, and a couple of other scene veterans of the time. Chiodos, which is probably the most popular of the bands he was in, were a very influential post-hardcore band that released a handful of records over the span of ten years, give or take, but their first two will always be their crowning achievements. That leaves DRUGS, and they were also a supergroup that featured members of From First To Last and Sleeping With Sirens (that member would become a member of SWS after this record, but still). They weren’t much of a supergroup, but a supergroup, nonetheless. Truth be told, I didn’t like DRUGS very much when I first heard them; their brand of post-hardcore wasn’t very interesting, but they only had a single self-titled album under their belts. I guess I somehow missed it, but they’re back. Not with the same members, mind you, instead this time featuring members of I Killed The Prom Queen, and Bring Me The Horizon, but that’s still cool. We have a new album upon us that just came out the day before writing this, entitled Destroy Rebuild, and I debated on whether or not to talk about this record after the couple of times I’ve listened through it. Here’s the thing, just because I was never into them when their debut came out doesn’t mean I wasn’t willing to give a new version of them a shot. I love Craig Owens, and he has one of the most unique voices in the whole scene. He was a god among men, like I said in the beginning, so the fact he’s bringing that band back now is a bit interesting to me, regardless of how I felt about the band all of those years ago. I haven’t listened to anything he’s done in a long time, either; I remember had an R&B project about six years ago, but that’s it. I haven’t heard anything since then, and the fact we got something new from him is pretty cool. Ultimately, however, I decided to write about this album for one simple reason -- I don’t know if I’ll ever listen to this album again more than the couple of times I did listen to it. To be clear, that’s not to say I don’t like it, but here are my thoughts on the album in a nutshell, at least before I really dive into it: Destroy Rebuild is a solid album that’s built on shaky ground. What I mean by that is that it’s a good album, but it has its problems, and because of those issues, I don’t think I could see myself going back to this, despite enjoying it a fair bit more than their debut. Let’s get what I like out of the way first, and I’ll give the album some credit where it’s due -- Craig Owens sounds amazing on this record. I haven’t heard him sing music like this in a decade, but he sounds great. His voice has aged a little bit, but in a good way. He still has a rather whiny voice, but it’s not really bad anymore. He can still sing very well, and he sounds older, so I really appreciate that. Unfortunately, that’s the only thing I really like about it. I will say that nothing on here is outright bad, but a lot of this album is just not that great. The instrumentation is very good, and the overall sound is solid enough, but a lot of these songs sound the same. It’s a generic post-hardcore / alt-rock album that doesn’t amount to anything. We do get a few “heavier” moments, at least in the form of a breakdown here and there or some harsh vocals, but it’s always fleeting, nothing ever lasting. I like the sound, but when it all sounds the same and there never seems to be any kind payoff with it, I’m not crazy about it. The lyrics are also really lackluster, I just find nothing to get into with the really generic lyricism that sounds the same as it did ten years ago. The thing is, this album’s not that bad on the surface, and even when you dig into it a bit, it’s not that bad. It’s solid enough, but at the same time, do I really want to listen to this? Owens sounds great, and that’s a huge plus, because he’s the only reason anyone cares about this band, but that’s not enough for me to care about the album. At only 38 minutes, it’s very short and sweet, so it doesn’t take much time, but when you have other things you’d rather listen to, it’s on the backburner. The question of the hour is whether or not I’d recommend this album, and it depends, honestly. If you’re a fan of post-hardcore, especially this band, you should give it a listen. If you were nostalgic for them, it’s worth a shot, you might really enjoy it. I do enjoy this more than their debut, but I haven’t listened to that album in years, so I don’t even know how I’d feel about it now. Either way, it’s worth a listen, and I’m happy that I gave it a listen, but I don’t really feel the need to listen to this thing again. Maybe every once in awhile, or I might come back to it again in a few weeks or months. Maybe I’ll listen to it later this week, or something, but I’m not in any rush, really.

#craig owens #chiodos #drugs #destroy rebuild until god shows #post-hardcore #metalcore #alt-rock #cinematic sunrise #isles & glaciers

[royallyanxious]

Horizons - Chapter 12 (Final Chapter)

I dedicate the last chapter of this story to my wonderful beta @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2 who has been supporting me and my ideas for half of a year. I also dedicate this chapter to my artist @magical-octopus who has created wonderful art to this fic. Without you guys I wouldn’t finish this story. Thank you.

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Previous Chapter

At first Lo was really cautious around the loud and sharp-tongued Joan. They somehow reminded Lo of Patton, but rude and much less charming. However, after learning each others coming out stories and sharing the struggles they had with their identities, Lo had proudly declared Joan part of their little group by inviting them into the workshop.

“This is absolutely incredible what you’re doing here!” exclaimed Joan, leaning over a bubbling plasma in the jar. “Is this thing alive?” they asked, poking the thick glass.

“It’s hard to call it ‘alive’, it just has an ability to move because of various chemical reactions that constantly occur within the plasma.” explained Lo patiently. “You could easily make it in your own house. But be careful, despite of how it looks, it is extremely frigid.”

It was clear that Lo was happy that they finally could show their workshop to someone else. It’s been over a year since they had a regular customer. Not that Lo really craved for clients, it’s just they, as every scientist and inventor, had a big thirst of showing their pieces of work  to the world. Lo watched Joan roam around the room with proud smile on their face. For the rest of the crew it was part of the daily life, but for Joan, everything was new. And they were really smart with their questions, what made Lo even happier.

Behind the door Roman and Virgil were having a quiet but pretty vivid conversation regardless an unknown subject. Lo was slowly starting to get used to them constantly arguing. All of their disagreements, no matter how important, were conducted with fiery passion but always ended with mutual agreement, compromise and words of respect for the other side. The couple wasn’t really shy about their feelings for each other. Especially Roman, though it was quite easy to predict. At the same time Virgil was willing to give Roman literally anything the other could have dreamt of. Together they made the sappiest couple Lo had ever seen.

Lo glanced at Patton standing few steps away from them. Their gazes crossed and Lo felt the blush creep on their face. They tried to hide it by adjusting the glasses, but basing on Patton’s reaction - with poor effect. Few days ago, after long conversation, they decided to keep their feelings hidden from their friends for now. Though they weren’t afraid of being outed, they just came to conclusion that they need time to decide how this relationship could actually work and if they were ready for this.

Slowly rocking back and forth, Lo hummed to themselves. To think that their life had took such a weird and twisted direction and that so much had changed over past year...

“Hey. What’s that?” Joan pulled Lo out of the maze of their thoughts.

“Hm?” asked Lo absently, directing their steps to Joan who was pointing at something on the shelf.

“This dark glue, what is it for? It has Patton’s name on it.” asked Joan innocently.

Lo’s eyes widened. It was one of the treatment oils for Patton. They’ve never needed to hide it, since they had no guests and they also never told Joan that Patton in fact had an artificial body. Lo felt Patton’s presence behind their back and glanced over their shoulder, trying to seek help. They had no idea what to do and they didn’t want to tell anything that would harm Patton.

Patton didn’t hesitate even for a second, gracefully passing Lo by, and taking the bottle out of Joan’s hands. He sent them a bright smile.

“It has my name on it because it’s for me. It’s like a medicine, you know…” he explained, taking the cork out of the bottle. The room filled with the heavy scent of thick, oily liquid.

“Bet it doesn’t taste any good.” said Joan, moving a step back. “What kind of herb is that?”

“Oh, well…” Patton laughed quietly. “You see, that’s no herb. It’s exactly what it looks like. An oil.” Putting the bottle right under Joan’s nose.

“Ugh. Definitely doesn’t taste good.” they said when Patton took the bottle away and put the cork back into its place. “What is it for?” asked Joan again exactly when Patton turned around to put the oil back on the shelf.

Lo saw every little move of his body. They saw something akin to a shrug, they saw a shiver going down Patton’s spine, they saw how his body stiffened for a moment. But when Patton faced them again, he was smiling. His eyes shaped like a little crescents.

“Thanks to that little baby, I’m not rusty inside.” declared Patton with the brightest smile as though he was informing them that the weather was going to be sunny and warm for the next week.

There was a moment of silence between them before Joan burst into laughter.

“You should have seen yourself, Patton!” they kept giggling cheerfully, while Lo and Patton exchanged confused looks. “You should have heard! Patton! You almost sounded as though you could really get rusty inside!” They finished when they finally calmed down.

“But I was completely serious, Joan.” said Patton seriously, and Lo looked at him with surprise in their eyes. They were almost sure that Patton would try to hide that aspect of his being. “Don’t seem so shocked, Lo. There’s no point in hiding this.” pointed Patton as if he was reading in Lo’s mind. “The truth, Joan, is that I’m one of Lo’s marvelous creations. See?” He asked, and without a warning, unbuttoned his shirt revealing a silver, almost smooth surface. He had never asked anyone to cover it with more human-like colour. That part of him, the one close to the heart had to remain the way it was.

Patton watched Joan’s movements. He knew what they were doing. Though Joan didn’t spend much time with the group, Patton felt that he could trust them. He just felt it. And he also felt the mixture of amazement and disbelief in their heart. It wasn’t negative emotion though.

“Do you want to check yourself what’s inside?” asked Patton smiling lightly.

Joan shook their head firmly.

“I don’t need any proof.” They declared. Patton started buttoning his shirt again. “Besides, it doesn’t really matter. You’re cool dude, Patton. And I’m not a person who judges by the cover.”

Something about these words made Patton feel so ordinary and he was surprised at how good this felt. That’s right. He wasn’t a machine. He was just Patton. Cool dude, Patton. It sounded wonderful.

Curiously, driven by an inner force, Patton looked at Lo. They were beaming, causing Patton’s smile (if it was possible) to become even wider.

Finally, they left the workshop and, stumbling into Virgil and Roman making out in the hallway (apparently it was the perfect finale of their fight), they arrived to the kitchen where Patton almost instantly started making tea.

“Someone open the door, Remy is waiting outside.” said Patton casually and indeed few minutes later the barber walked inside the room, followed by Roman and Virgil.

Patton took a fresh tray of cookies out of the cupboard. Lo had no idea when Patton made them. The sweet taste made them share their concerns out loud.

“Patton’s like a fairy godmother! He has his ways!” chuckled Roman.

“You know what they say, through the stomach to the heart.” added Joan, winking at Lo.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” mumbled Lo burying their head between the shoulders, in order to make themselves look smaller.

“Oh you don’t? I’m pretty sure you do.” snickered Joan. “Isn’t that right, Patton?”

The glass which Patton was cleaning for Remy jittered, but the man himself didn’t say anything, shaking his head only. It was hard to tell if it was denial or just a poor attempt to avoid the subject.

“Wait, wait, wait! What are you saying?” gasped Remy. He looked between Patton and Lo. “Guuurl! I mean… guuurl!” he whistled.

“What are you imply- Oooohh…” Virgil’s eyes widened. “Well, that for sure explains a lot.”

Patton laughed lightly as Roman without a word said, started clapping loudly.

“Follow your dreams, Pat!” he said finally.

“Well, this is it of trying to keep this quiet, I suppose.” Lo coughed awkwardly. “All I wanted to ask for is that you shouldn’t treat us differently just because we are in…” they stopped to take a deep breath. “Just because we are in a romantic relationship.”

Clearly holding back his tears, Patton leaned over and hugged Lo from behind tightly. The couple earned a soft ‘aw’ from Virgil.

“I never thought I would see this pal in a relationship, to be honest.” said Remy, nodding. He was visibly delighted with such a turn of events.

“What was that supposed to mean?” Lo frowned, resting their elbows on the table.

“You have a terrible personality, that’s what!” snorted Remy, crossing his arms on the chest. His silver wrist was reflecting the daylight, making it look like it was made of white gold.

Virgil turned his head away trying to hide the smile. Remy and Lo arguing always put him in a good mood, for some reason.

His eyes travelled around the room. He felt happy here, in this old kitchen, surrounded by people who didn’t judge him by his social status and about whose status he didn’t care at all. He was thinking of his father, whom he hadn’t seen in weeks. What would he say if he saw Virgil sitting here? Maybe it was a little bit of a cruel thing that he wanted to do to himself, but he wanted his father to see him. Just to have the last proof that this man wasn’t a good person nor a decent father. A confirmation of something Virgil had been suspecting for years… If he had that last, final proof he could just start over. Somewhere, maybe far away from here.

“Virgil? Oi, Virge, honey?” Roman nagged his ribs. Virgil shook his head, sending Roman a confused look. “You appear to be troubled with something…” he added, voice a little bit more quiet, discreet. The rest of the table was still playfully arguing with each other.

“It’s alright. Just some… stuff on my mind.” he smiled wanting to calm Roman down.

Even if the latter was unconvinced he decided to give up the subject for now, since it clearly was uncomfortable for Virgil.

“Oh! By the by! You have no idea what a little bitch told me!” recalled Remy.

“I think you meant ‘little bird’.” Patton shook his head.

“I said what i said.” Remy clicked his tongue.

“Nice one.” pointed Joan, leaning back on their chair.

“Anyway, little bitch has told me that today is a certain gala…” Remy started slyly. “The exact same event Lo and I took part in some time ago…”

Patton gasped loudly and suddenly the whole room fell silent. Even Joan who wasn’t introduced into the subject could clearly feel that it was some big deal.

“Let’s go there.” said Patton finally. His voice was calmer than the ocean after the storm.

“But Patton, do you-” Lo stopped in the middle of the sentence not sure what they wanted to say. They wanted to say something. It felt appropriate to say something but they had no words.

“I really want to go. Last gala was a turning point in the life of most people in this room. It affected us all.” cleared Patton, getting up. “It’s only fair for me and Roman to go and see this event ourselves. Of course, if the rest of you don’t wanna go, I will understand.”

“True. I am where I am thanks to that gala. I want to see it with my own eyes.” agreed Roman and took Patton’s hand in his. “I will gladly accompany you, friend.”

“If Roman’s going so am I.” said Virgil, sighing.

“And I’m gonna tag along whether you like it or not.” Joan raised their hand.

Lo looked around and sighed.

“I suppose, I’m going too… Now?”

“It’s impolite to be late to the party.” smiled Remy, already standing in the doors.

~~~

Going outside was a whole new experience for Patton. His eyes were shining whenever something new appeared on the line of horizon. The way down the street was filling Patton with incredible amount of joy. He kept pointing how different the world was from the things he had read in the books. Occasionally, he was also frowning and shyly stated that he remembered some aspects from the time he was still small, round and nameless.

All the time he was tightly gripping Lo’s arm (sometimes digging his fingers a little bit too hard), as if he didn’t want the wind to take him up in the air, as if he was looking for an anchor. And Lo was happy to serve this purpose. Patton’s eyes were filled with an awe and that was the most wonderful reward anyway.

“Everything smells so nice.” whispered Patton dreamingly. Remy and Lo exchange confused looks. For them the air smelled like dirt, mud and pollution.

“One day we will take you outside the city. The air is much purer there…” said Roman, recalling the memories from his past. “It smells like freedom and joy. It is truly no match with the vapors we breathe in here. The fresh air makes you feel like you could do everything!”

Joan’s lips quirked up. They saw the look in Roman’s eyes that they remembered from the time they lived together. His hazelnut orbs were radiating with foggy dreams with a pinch of adventure. Only one thing was new, was it sadness or maturity… Joan couldn’t state which one was that, for sure.

It was Sunday and the streets were quite busy and crowded. They probably wouldn’t drag so much attention if Virgil, looking like his elegant, expensive, high-quality self wasn’t there with them. And he knew that. He knew that way too well. He saw that in the eyes of the merchants and passerbys. And he was ashamed because he knew that the others were too absorbed to see that.

That’s why he made sure to be left behind by accident. He felt in his bones that they wouldn’t notice and that his silent person was almost unnecessary. The last thing he wanted was to ruin Patton’s first trip and drag too much attention. They would simply rejoin at the gala. Virgil was good at disappearing. Even his own father didn’t remember him for most of the time. Who knows- maybe he had already wiped the memory of his son out of his memory?

He slowed down his steps, letting the crowd slip between him and the rest of the group. He had no problem making his way through. Lower social classes were just as prejudiced as higher classes. Another proof that in fact everyone was the same. Virgil sighed, watching Roman’s back and his curly, soft hair disappearing in the sea of people, and turned into narrow alley. He knew the way. And if he didn’t, he would find it.

And so Virgil was strolling, through the blissfully empty area filled with nothing more than old, rusty shacks and homeless cats. Everything smelt like fish, which shouldn’t be surprising considering the fact that it was the harbour district, but this fact came to his realization for the first time in months.

Suddenly, through coated with clouds sky, peaked the sun. Its warm rays poured on the streets of the city. Virgil smiled, instantly deciding to turn into yet another, more light street when a person stood in his way. The sun was lighting this man from behind. Honey-like rays were warming up the color of his hair, making it look like liquid golden copper.

Roman looked utterly beautiful and enchanting.

The expression on his face did not.

“You thought you’d run away from me?” He asked, arms crossed on the chest.

“It’s not that… It’s just…” Virgil blushed. “God, I just didn’t fit into the scenery…”

“You mean you’re too good for us after all?” Roman’s eyes hardened.

“Shit, no.” Virgil shook his head. Anxiety raising up in his stomach. Of course that he would say it in a wrong way. Of course that he made a mistake even though he wanted to do something good. “I just bought too much attention on you. I didn’t want to ruin anything…”

For a moment, Roman’s eyes remained sharp as knives before the serious look softened. It might have been the longest moment in Virgil’s life.

“No one cares if you drag attention, Virgil.” said Roman finally taking a step closer. In the sun, he appeared like an angel. “You are part of the group. In fact, you helped to bring us together. Besides, weren’t you the one who said that we are all equal?” he asked with a wink.

Virgil exhaled loudly. It felt as though a great bourden was taken from his heart. His lips melted into a delicate, shy smile.

“That I said for sure.”

“Wonderful.” grinned Roman taking Virgil’s hand and pressing a butterfly kiss on his knuckles. “Now, we should probably go. The rest promised to wait for us in front of the entrance. They were worried too, you know?”

The smile on Virgil’s face widened, though his eyes shined with disbelief. He shook his head.

Somehow covering the same way with Roman was much more pleasant. The nasty scent in the air suddenly didn’t bother Virgil anymore and the cats seemed almost majestic. Soon they entered a big square. A hangar was situated on the opposite side. It wasn’t hard to notice a small group of people standing in front of the main door. Joan waved to Roman.

“Took you long enough to find him, Roman.” snorted Remy with fake annoyance.

“Oh, please Remy. We had more time to explore this incredible place!” giggled Patton.

“Yes, that was pure delight.” agreed Lo, even though all of them knew that they said that only because of Patton.

“Sorry about that.” mumbled Virgil, looking at the ground.

“Oh, don’t sweat it, honey.” smiled Roman, and Virgil growled.

“I thought that we agreed on the pet names.”

“I couldn’t miss an opportunity to embarrass you in the fellowship.”

“Hey, ladies. Keep the flirting in the bedroom.” Remy snapped his fingers and pointed at the door. Lo and Patton were already coming inside.

The hall was just as Lo remembered it. Cold, metallic and a little bit rusty. It felt like nothing had changed since the last time they were there. They looked at Patton beside them.

Everything had changed.

It felt weird that this time- they weren’t there in the role of a scientist slash inventor. Just a simple visitor. Visitor with their friends. They thought that probably somewhere in the crowd, there were the people who kicked them out of the event last time. Maybe even that bastard Josh. This thought made them a little bit tense.

Meanwhile Patton and Joan looked like they entered a playground. They kept running around the whole building, nagging the people (that was mostly Patton) and asking many questions (mostly Joan). Lo once again scanned the space. It seemed to be safe for now.

Remy visibly kept his distance close to Lo. They weren’t sure why, but also didn’t mind. They never minded Remy’s company and if they could bring some sort of comfort just by their presence, they would gladly allow that. With surprise, Lo thought that maybe a year ago, they wouldn’t have thought about Remy this way. They would still do that sure but they just wouldn’t dwell into these warm feelings. Lo changed and they knew that.

The next few events rolled like an avalanche.

Firstly, Virgil gasped and Roman cried because Virgil dug his long fingers into Roman’s arm.

Secondly, some man yelled “YOU”.

Thirdly, Patton, on his way to Virgil, accidentally stumbled into a table and some invention fell down causing a loud clash.

Lo turned around, worry filling his eyes. Everyone in the hall of the hangar fell silent.

“You!” repeated the man, pointing at Virgil. His face was distorter with anger, while Virgil’s one showed pure horror.

It wasn’t hard to notice the resemblance between these two. Even though they weren’t exactly the same, their eyes were shaped in a similar way, not to mention general face features. Even their aura was similar.

“What are you doing here?” growled Virgil, trying to keep himself calm. Roman squeezed his shoulder from behind.

“I’m trying to achieve something in which you failed. Boy.” Replied the man, the last word being spilled with venom and hate.

“Suddenly just a ‘boy’?” Virgil laughed. “Well, I should have expected that, father.” He said the last sentence a little bit louder, dragging attention of most people nearby. Their curious eyes were piercing Virgil and his father. And for once Virgil didn’t feel fear.

“I knew I’ve heard that voice already.” whispered Roman quietly.

In front of them was standing no one other than Coenraad van Dijk, tha same man who led to Roman’s parents death. Rage filled Roman’s veins. His knuckles turned white. He wanted to stand in front of Virgil and protect him from all the bad that could come from Virgil’s father. And then kick this creature into the sea. He wanted revenge. But there are battles one should fight alone. Some battles just weren’t his own. No one could win this fight better than Virgil. All Roman could do was loyally standing beside. He knew that Virgil would fight in his own name too. He looked around himself, Lo, Patton, Remy and even Joan were already standing by his side. Roman smiled. “You’re not alone, Virgil.” he said out loud.. “And, say just one thing and I will fight this man till the last drop of my blood.” he added.

“Look at you, Virgil.” Coenraad said through clenched teeth, apparently Roman’s words didn’t reach his ears. “You surround yourself with the most pathetic bunch in the world. Didn’t I raise you well? You could live in the luxuries till the end of your life!”

“Enough.” stated Virgil quietly but without a result.

“Instead you chose living with human garbage. Do you think I haven’t heard about your financial problems? Oh, I have. I just choose not to do anything about it. You shouldn’t have failed me. You should have-”

“I said enough!” repeated Virgil, taking few steps forward. He glanced over his shoulder. “Each of them is ten times better than you!” He turned to face his friends. “Do you see this person in an apron? That’s the genius of our times! The man beside them-” Virgil pointed at Patton. “Yes, the one with glasses. This is the miracle, true scientific miracle. So much more of a human than you. Remy over there? One of the most honest and helpful people I know. Joan… Well, I haven’t known them for long, but I know from a trusted source that they’ve been through a lot and look! They are still standing! And finally,” Virgil’s voice softened. “Do you see the man with a soft halo instead of hair? Whose eyes are the most treasured thing on the world? This man over there is a survivor that escaped you. The one who had been so strong, even though world and you tried to break him. The one who absolutely won me the moment I saw him. Roman del Rey himself.”

Virgil turned back to Coenraad, whose eyes were wide with shock for a moment. Virgil couldn’t tell what was behind that surprise: was it the fact that Virgil had finally stood for himself or the fact that Roman was alive and well. Probably a mixture of both. He watched Coenraad’s eyes travel to Roman’s face, looking for a resemblance to his parents. An anger and embarrassment flashed through his face, when Coenraad’s eyes narrowed and his lips parted to say something. He was however cut off by Virgil, who wasn’t gonna let his father interrupt him ever again. Who wasn’t gonna let his father disgrace Roman any more.

“With these people having my back, I can say that I don’t need you in my life.” he said and without a warning punched his father right in his face. And then again.

Blood was covering Virgil’s knuckles and he was panting heavily. The moment passed, seeing his father resting his hand on his knee, the other trying to stop the nosebleed, broke something in him. He let his handkerchief fall down. Coenraad grabbed it quickly and it hit Virgil how pathetic his father looked. The humiliation was visible in his posture, eyes and could be felt in the air. And suddenly Virgil’s didn’t pity him anymore. Because he realized that the eyes of the audience were the worst punishment his father could get.

“My mercy is the last thing you deserve. Not to mention Roman’s forgiveness.” Virgil said calmly. “This is the last time you’re gonna see me. Don’t look for me. You wouldn’t be able to find me anyway since, I assume, you’ve been blinded by your fortune and ego, since a long time ago.”

He didn’t feel any shade of guilt when he passed his father by. The rest of the group followed his footsteps.

Roman kept his head high. He was hurting. He was hurting that his parents’ murderer was still alive. But he knew that he couldn’t kill him. Neither now, nor ever. He was better than that. However, he did smile when Joan spat at Coenraad’s feet.

In the entrance, a man stopped the group. More precisely- he stopped Lo and Patton. Lo blinked. Round face… notebook made out of leather… something was similar about that guy. It took him a moment to recognise him-  the head of the jury.

“I’m sorry, Mister…” The man started, ignoring Lo’s quiet denial. “I would be interested in buying your magnificent invention.” He pointed at Patton. “You can be rich! Because it is truly  wonderful! It looks just like a normal person!”

Lo blinked few times, trying to proceed man’s words. Patton beside him shifted on his spot.

“But sir,” said Lo finally. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Patton is a normal person. Therefore he is not for sale.” They said calmly. “Now if you excuse us, we have a business to attend. Something more worthy of our presence.” Their hand found its way to Patton’s.  They were about to walk away when Lo stopped for one last time and looking straight at the male in front of them said: “And it’s not a ‘mister’. Please respect that.”

Patton shot Lo a bright smile and squeezed their hand. He could feel pride vibrating through Lo’s body. For the first time in their life, they stood for their right to be addressed the way they wanted in public.

The door closed behind them. Even though it was raining, the sun was peeking behind clouds. Lo looked at the sky and their lips spread in a wide grin. The rainbow was running bright and colorful across the sky.

From the building, the group could hear the angry screams of Coenraad van Dijk.

~~~

Epilogue

They were standing on the front part of the deck.  Gentle wind caressed their faces and hair. The view was wonderful. Sky was clear as they were drifting through the middle of the sea, towards the unknown. It was a warm evening and so where the feelings in their hearts.

It was Roman’s idea, actually. Being clear that they wouldn’t find peace in the place they used to call home, Roman suggested moving to the country from his memories.

Joan offered help.

Remy decided to tag along, he said that his life would be boring without that mess.

Logan said that he needed inspiration anyway.

Patton didn’t even question the idea.

Virgil had nothing to miss for anymore.

Golden rays were reflecting in the water, making it look as though they were sailing through the ocean of gold and diamonds. And Logan thought that this was inspiration. Not the dark box he used to live at. He looked to the back at Patton. His fluffy, brown hair was ruffled by the wind. That was his other inspiration. He knew that only now, at peace with himself, he could start over. His machines stayed at home. Maybe someone would find them useful someday.

With the corner of his eye, Patton caught the sight of Logan staring. He smiled and his smile was somehow brighter than the sun. Logan mirrored the smile. It was genuine. Patton looked back at the sea. For a moment, he thought he saw something under the unclear water. Maybe it was past or maybe a jellyfish. He would never know. He looked back at Logan. His smile widened.

Virgil couldn’t say that he wasn’t nervous. He went against everything he was taught from the youngest age. He thought of his mother, watching over him from the sky. Hopefully she was still rooting for him. He unbuttoned the top of his shirt. Chilly wind touched his skin but he didn’t shiver.

Roman was leaning over the balustrade. Even though he spent those last couple of years living in the harbor, he had forgotten how the sea really smelt like. He took a deep breath in, a soft smile decorating his lips. Thinking about all the changes that were about to come, he closed his eyes. Everything would be different from now on, but he was sure that it was just the natural course of events. The first cogwheel was already on the route, there was no way to stop it. Roman opened his eyes.

They were sailing towards their new horizons.

The end.

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Vanity Fair interview translated

Just a side note before the actual translation; I don't know why, but instead of reporting the full questions and answers in full as she should, the journalist decided to report only summarized fragments of what Måneskin said and patch these fragments up into messy clusters. She also worded a couple phrases in a very confusing way (and yes, she's fully Italian). In short, she did quite a poor job, so the final shape of the interview is not that good. I didn't expect top-tier journalism from Vanity Fair but ffs. You'll see what I mean.

I translated it as it is, adding just a couple footnotes to give you insight on Italian pop culture references.

Translation under the cut

Måneskin: "Different from whom?"

by Lavinia Farnese, 09 June 2021

"True justice is being judged for what you do and not for what you are." The ones who are convinced of this are Damiano, Victoria, Ethan and Thomas who, by being the emblem of a generation that is finally free, refuse labels and conformism. In life, in love and on the stage. Where, maybe precisely because of this, they're winning everything

With the still unexpected (first place at Sanremo Festival) and the incredible (triumph at Eurovision) in their eyes, Måneskin are on the sofa of the house-studio they rented - to resume writing songs and rehearsing them - like you are after a won battle: lying in a calm and unreal silence, alert and a bit irreverent, happy.

In the garden there's the tennis table and the pool, the light of summer when it's starting and calming the country all around, and it filters inside from the large windows, and it goes onto the shining black of Ethan's hair, which blends with Thomas' eye shadow and the butterfly he has tattooed oh his naked forearm, which completes the picture of Victoria's golden crucifix hanging between neck and tank top and ends on the black nail polish of Damiano's stretched hands.

It's a human fresco, a Theatre of wrath [translator's note: "Teatro d'ira"] - to call it with the title of their latest album, a platinum record already - where their flaunted 20 years of age, their irregular femininity and virility are grown into proud and challenging custom, a pop glam rock generational manifesto of hard-earned liberties in a finally-unconditional expression of the self.

To watch them from any angle and from another age is to think that a great love will be born in those who'll understand: this new way of being in the world, the true and sovereign realm they hold where "diversity=exceptionality", the power of the artistic and cultural revolution of which they are healthy carriers in establishing in all lyrics and gestures the right to live according to one's own nature past the "people (who) talk, the people (who) unfortunately talk, and don't know what the fuck they're talking about." [tn: "Zitti e buoni" lyrics]

We go where we're afloat, where the air isn't gone. [tn: journalist's own variation on "Zitti e buoni" lyrics]

Miley Cyrus says hi – The numbers of a phenomenon

"The streams of Zitti e buoni are growing by the second, and they bring us above Muse, at the top of English charts, twelfth in the Spotify Global Chart. Followers almost tripled, in the post-Rotterdam period (from 1,4 to 3,3 millions, ed.) Contagious and universal folly: t-shirts and merchandising sold out in 10 minutes. Like the records, the tickets for a tour that keeps adding dates and expanding over geographic maps. They're contacting us even from some festivals were The Rolling Stones went." Thomas

"After the pretextual controversy over cocaine that France built against us, later disproven by my drug test, some graffiti popped up in Spain depicting me as a “No drugs” poster guy. Some tweets made us laugh: "Congratulations, Italy! I've never been more certain that four people have had sex with each other." Miley Cyrus started following us -You're great. -You guys are greater." Damiano

From the garage to the stars – Story of a flight

"It was only 2016, and we played in restaurants, in the streets, in via del Corso. Damiano without even a microphone, Thomas' guitar with wonky strings, Ethan was drumming on a cajón. During Rome highschools' sit-ins (Kennedy, Virgilio, Mamiani) we had our first confirmations and half-hours of celebrity, playing among those who criticized us and those who went "wow they're really cool." One of the rare times when they would have paid us – 50 euros each – we gave the money to the next band in the lineup so that they would make us play in their spot, later in the day, when there would have been more people. We had already realized how things worked. Visibility mattered more than money. And we still think that." Victoria

The intimacy of rock – Choice of a genre

"Music allows us the miracle of extending to others some very personal and private topics, sometimes even difficult and thorny ones. They are and they remain deeply your own, but at the same time they become a confession that reaches a wider audience, and in this passage that is alike a delivery, they find a place in you as well, a processing of them. You overcome them, you accept them. One second it's something aggressive, the next it's a ballad. Cathartic». Damiano

Against panic – The stage as therapy

"I've suffered a lot from anxiety and panic attacks, it's an issue I've worked on thanks to a psychotherapy course, my friends and my family. Playing helped me in not letting myself be paralyzed by my fears, not making myself limited in my private and professional life. I've learned to accept, to live with this side of myself. I don't hide it. I don't feel ashamed of it." Victoria

Analysis as necessity – Relying on someone saves you

"This belief that only madmen go to the psychologist is a widespread ignorance. No-one's born learned. [tn: common Italian saying] And it's often hard to understand the very reason why we're here, let alone the origin and direction of our desires. It's a long and legitimate journey towards lucidity, a kind of backing to become transparent." Damiano

Being out of our minds – But different from them [tn: "Zitti e buoni" lyrics]

"When you feel a strong passion towards something that is not a canonical job but an artistic language, that already puts you on a level of anomaly, which is not superior or inferior to other people, but it puts you in the position of the one who breaks the mold and also works at a loss, the one who sustains great risks while trying to do something that who knows if it will take you anywhere. "Why do it if it doesn't pay?". You want to give this dream of yours an aesthetic, but it becomes "You're dressing so weird! You must be gay!" - now that I'm 22 I laugh about it, but when I was 17 it had an effect on me, too." Damiano

The beauty of uniqueness – Of believing in it and defending it

"And I mean, at the end of the day if we're all different it's not because we want be alternative but because, really, no-one is the same. Justice is being judged on what you do and not what you are. Justice is equality, respect, beauty." Ethan

Fluid sexuality – Pride is freedom

"Heels for men that like themselves in them, kisses among ourselves, we have an open, extended mind, and we're proud of it. The horizons become vast, past the oppression of conservative families. With the information on the web knowledge becomes greater and with it the possibility that minorities will be less and less minorities, because the majority will be less of a majority. This way we'll make insults and bullying grow quieter. If social media get to a village of 50 souls and reveal to a girl who's afraid of the dark that someone has felt her same fear, then there's no reason to give a name to that fear, to mark it with labels which also limit and restrict. Definitions always had this effect on me. You shouldn't even consider the gender when judging someone, let alone their orientation." Victoria

Sexism – A culture to be dismantled

"Emma [tn: Emma Marrone, Italian singer] drops the bomb: “At Eurovision when I was there they massacred me for a pair of shorts, while they said nothing to Damiano – bare-chested and in heels.” The easy judgment against women is more fierce, constant, debasing (if I have a lot of sex I'm cool while Vic is a whore, where I show myself strong I'm a leader while Vic is despotic and a pain in the ass who reached success because she's hot.) As a male I'm privileged, the abuse I get is not comparable to those a woman has to live through, the comments over my aesthetic are centered only on my aesthetic and don't insinuate anything about my professionalism and my competence, while women are victims of this kind of thought in a systematic way. It happened though to find myself standing with a woman who while pulling me to herself to take a selfie, started licking my face out of the blue... I mean, what the hell do you want? Who asked you? Consent exists, and it's due." Damiano

Grow yourself – The only commandment

"To me conformism is the opposite of education [tn: could also mean "politeness"] and is the asphyxia of expression. I fortunately never endured heavy bullying, heavy enough for the the judgement of others to change me. But the mold of the small crumbs of bullying I got and of the kind of aggression that scars is the same. If I'm a kid who dances and likes dolls you have to let me do what I like. I was a kid who wanted to keep his hair long and played with Barbie. As a teen, my friends looked at my hair: " You have to find a girl with short hair to be at your side." My grandparents took away my dolls: "Stop it, they're not for you." Ethan

"When I was six I was already sick of them, the distinctions between masculine and feminine. I've always had strong ideas about how I wanted to be. I refused things that were typically defined as girly, and all around me they mocked me because I went skateboarding, I played soccer, I didn't wear skirts, I was giving myself the chance to be as I wished. I endured it a little, I suffered a little, but I had courage, and now thanks to that courage I know that I could have gotten even much more hurt, otherwise I would have left to others the most important choice: the one about myself." Victoria

Love in progress – Music, girlfriends

"I've been married to music for the last 20 years. I can't wait to celebrate our golden wedding anniversary." Ethan

"Everyone makes their own experiences, sometimes it goes well, sometimes it goes wrong, but it's always not anybody's business." Thomas

"When I first felt feelings and attraction towards a girl it was a bit disorienting because I had never had the courage of going beyond the limitations I had put for myself. For society being heterosexual is the norm and so you often define yourself in that way automatically, depriving yourself of the freedom to live many shades and faces of love. Once I overcame the initial insecurity of having to call into question my certainties I've lived my sexuality in a very natural and free way, as it should be for everyone." Victoria

"I had paparazzi at my door every day and night. So, after four years of relationship, I revealed her name. I still have paparazzi at my door every day and nigh, but at least I don't have to hide anything anymore." Damiano

The worth of the group – Phenomenology of protection

"The true engagement though, the true family is among ourselves, our band. We've believed in it since day zero, even before we called ourselves Måneskin (Moonlight in Danish), even before Ethan drew a giant moon on the flier for the first concert we ever did. We share everything, even the pain for the tragedy of Seid Visin, who committed suicide at 20 because of racism. [tn: I think the journalist asked them their opinion about Seid Visin's death, which was a current events topic in Italy, and then pasted it syntaxically in the middle of Thomas' answer, which was not a great move] A group is what we all should be: stay united and not back down an inch in the face of oppression that is generated by a distorted view of diversity." Thomas

I'm not of the right age – Like Gigliola [tn: Gigliola Cinquetti won Eurovision with her song "Non ho l'età", which means "I'm not of the right age"]

"Before you the only one who won both Sanremo and Eurovision on the same year was Cinquetti (1964). If there's anything I feel I'm not of the right age for? No, honestly no. Maybe having children. Regarding children I'll be honest: I'm not of the right age." Damiano

Having touched the sky – The fears that remain

"We're more than inside the dream, we're in the conquered dream. When you fly high there's the risk of plummeting and hurting yourself, but we'll work hard not to end up like Icarus, who burns his wings with the sun. Everything is in our hands. And this - a bit pretentiously - reassures us rather than scaring us." Damiano

#maneskin #måneskin #vanity fair #italian #translation

[sirens-wont-wake-me-up]

Send requests if you want something specific ✨

Exemple:

Ship: kellic

Troops: angst and hurt/comfort

AU: college

Plot: They met at a party and started dating, now Kellin found out that Vic was cheating on him

(specify who is bottom or top if you want smut)

Fandoms I'm in and can properly write:

Sleeping with sirens (as if it wasn't obvious)

Piecer the veil

Twenty one pilots

My chemical romance

Fall out boy

Panic! At the disco

Bring me the horizon

Palaye royale

Waterparks

All time low

I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

I can manage to write something that isn't here too✨

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[yukina-otome]

Ikevamp pregnancy and family headcanon pt.1

So I don’t usually write headcanons. English is only my 3rd language so I make a lot of mistakes. But these days I work at the Maternity hospital and I got those baby vibes so I decided to write this. Please be nice to me. I’m a noob at writing lol. I will illustrate what I think the children would look like with pictures of characters that are NOT MINE. Pls be understanding. If you want a part 2 tell me what other boys you would like in the comments and live me a little encouragement because I have 0 confidence lol.

Part 2 | Part 3

1-Napoleon : 2 sons and 1 daughter 

-Napoleon always dreamed of a normal peaceful life -That peaceful life of course included you, and kids that would look like you running around. -And so when you first got pregnant Napoleon was beyond happy. -He wanted a little girl that would look exactly like you. -9 months later you gave him the cutest little boy with his dark hair and Turquoise eyes. -The second he laid his eyes on him he adored him. -5 years later napoleon asked if you were ready to have another one. A little girl this time hopefully. -And BOOM 10 months later a little boy was born again with dark slightly blue hair and blue eyes. -Still Napoleon loved him to death and was happy. -The third time you got pregnant was not planned. -You 2nd son was still 2 years old. -But you guys were still very happy. -9 months passed and napoleon was almost sure he'll get a little boy again. -But this time a beautiful baby girl was born with your brown hair and blue almost gray eyes. -Napoleon couldn't have been any happier. -He loved and cherished all his children equally. -His first born was calm and cool but very sensitive. He loved reading and studying. He spent a lot of time with uncle Isaac who taught him everything from math to physics to Latin. -The second born was more like Napoleon. He trained with his father and uncle jean as soon as he could walk. He loved his mother a lot and vowed to protect her from bad guys ("like uncle Arthur who always flirts with mama"). -The third born looked a lot like you but her personality was just like napoleon. She had charisma and everyone was in awe in front of her. she usually went on horse rides with her father. -The family would usually cook crepes together on Sunday and all of napoleon children still had to learn how to defend themselves. -He's very open minded and forging but very strict when it comes to their safety.

2-Mozart :  2 daughters (Twins)

-Mozart never thought about having children. -But being with you opened many new horizons in his life and he started thinking about what it would be like having a family with you. -So when one day you told him you were pregnant, he froze for 1 min before scooping you in his arms. -You've never seen Mozart smile wider. -When you were in your fifth month Arthur told you that you seemed bigger than most pregnant woman at that stage. -You wondered if he was right and visited your doctor the next day. -After some examination your doctor told you you were most likely pregnant with twins. She started explaining about the risks that could have. -When you told Wolf about it he was horrified. The thought of loosing you was unbearable. -But you told him you wanted this and that you would fight for your life and the life of your babies no matter what. You also made him promise to treasure and take care of your babies no matter what happens. -Your labor started early. In the 7th month to be precise and after few hours of fear and anxiety the doctor told Mozart that you gave birth to two beautiful girls and that both the babies and you were okay. -Of course the twins were very small and needed extra care but thankfully everything went well. -When you finally brought them to the mansion all the guys went crazy over them. -The first twin was the spitting image of Mozart with white hair and purple eyes. She was calm and cold looking but inside she was a big softie. Of course you guys named her Violet. -The second twin had your brown hair and her father violet eyes and she reminded you of a sunflower. She was cheerful and a bit clumsy. Theo loved her a lot because she reminded him of Vincent. Her name was Sonnen (solar in German) and Mozart always called her my Sonnenblume (means my sunflower). -Both the twins would learn piano from their father but Violet liked it more. Sonnen preferred to go out and play with king and uncle Theo -You would spend hours cooking with Sonnen who always had crazy ideas like marmalade butter beef cookies. (thankfully you would stop her). When you guys finished you went in the piano room where violet and Mozart were playing piano and invite them to eat. -You would all eat in the dinning room though because of the "No food in our piano room" rule.

3-Leonardo : 1 daughter (warning mention of character death)

-Leonardo didn't want kids at first. -He always thought about how you would feel if you saw yourself growing old while your child would stop growing out. -He also didn't want to see his child suffer the same way he did and would again eventually. -And so when one day you told him nervously you were pregnant he grew silent. You knew he needed some time to think it over so you gave him some space.  -Few days passed and Leo still kept silent. He was in his thought most of the time and le compte felt something was wrong with his friend. -When Leo told le compte, le compte frowned and told him that both of you need to have a conversation and that he cant stay silent for the rest of his life. -That night Leo knocked at your door and told you about his fears. You smiled at him and told him that you would never regret giving birth to his child. -"I know a day would come when i will have to leave you, that makes me very sad but what sadden me even more is imagining you alone after i leave. I want to leave you someone who can share your pain and happiness for eternity. Someone to remind you of me, of us." -After that Leo relaxed and as months pass the fear is replaced by excitement. He starts reading tons of books about pregnancies and child raising and his room becomes even more of a mess. -But one day after you tripped on a pile of books and almost fell leo decided that he would keep his room clean of all time. The next day when you entered his room and saw how tidy it is you got into shock. -Anyways few months later you give birth to a beautiful baby girl. Of course as Leo expected the baby was a true blood. -She had light brown hair and yellow eyes identical to his. -She was cute and sweet and at the same time had a fierce aura. She shared her father interests and always sat to read with him books that were way beyond her age. -She loved swords, fighting and sports. -She loved her uncle le compte the most and he always bought her all kind of dresses. -But one day she told him she didn't want any more dress cause she was going to wear pants from now on. -She was a tomboy and loved going to the pub with her uncle Arthur and Theo and start fights (once she was old enough of course) -She became her father best companion and even hundreds of years later he never felt alone ever again because she was always by his side even after you left them both.

4-Arthur: 2 daughters and 1 son

-Arthur knew you were pregnant way before you even noticed that you were late on your period. -He was not surprised because you two would go at it like bunnies every night so it was bound to happen. -He always dreamed and what it was to have a family with you but at the same time he was terrified. His past and trauma coming to haunt him again. -Outside he seemed fine but you knew better. You spent long nights reassuring him that everything was going to be okay. -He was feeling better but still needed your reassurance from time to time. -As the 9th month got closer he became incredibly overprotective. He stuck to your side at all time and got his old medical books out to study again Obstetrics and pediatrics. -He was ready. Or so he thought. -But when the time came he was an absolute mess of panic. It took Theo to give him a good punch on the face for him to get his s**t together. -DOCTOR MODE ACTIVATED. -Thankfully everything went smoothly and a baby girl with black hair and huge blue eyes was born. -He knew that moment he would never be the same ever again. -OVERPROTECTIVE PAPA MODE ACTIVATED. -He never let any man approach her (even the 2 year old who wanted to play with her in the park) -"All men are wolves my darling" he would say as his 1 year old daughter looked at him with he big blue eyes. -Eventually you got pregnant again (Again Arthur was not surprised). -But this time Arthur was a lot more calm. -A beautiful baby girl was born again with smaller blue eyes and brown hair. -She looked like a mini you but with Arthur's eyes. -Arthur wanted to name her Victoria but dropped the idea because he thought it would be confusing (because of Vic). -The two girls loved spending time with uncle Vincent and Theo -The first born favorite hobby was teasing her uncle Isaac as soon as she was old enough to talk. -"As expected of my daughter" Arthur would say as he rolls on the floor laughing. -She shared her father sharp instincts and would help him solve the cases in the city. -The second daughter was much more calm and gentle. Just like her mother. She loved her father stories but not Sherlock Holmes. Her favorite book was "The Coming  of the Fairies" -She had an almost obsession with fairies and supernatural beings. - When your daughter were both 10 and 12 years old you accidentally got pregnant again (If You think two daughters would stop Arthur you are very wrong). -This time it was the cutest baby boy with curly black hair and big blue eyes. -Your baby boy was a huge crybaby and was always stuck to his mother. He was delicate and sensitive. He cared about others well being more than anything and he dreamed of being a doctor. -When he told Arthur he was absolutely against it. He didn't want his son to go through the pain he had to endure. But as your son grew up he became less of a crybaby while still being sensitive and delicate. He showed great talent in the medical field. -"Arthur, you were alone but our son is not alone. He got us and his sisters to hug him and wipe his tears when he'll need a break. Let's support him together." you told Arthur one night and eventually his father accepted to let him live his dream.

I only did the 4 first suitors but if u want any of the others pls do tell me in the comments. I’ll make a part 2. Also since this is my very first headcanon pls tell me what u think. Don’t be too mean pls.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp napoleon #ikemen vampire napoleon #napoleon bonapart #ikevamp headcanons #ikevamp mozart #ikemen vampire mozart #mozart #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp leo #ikemen vampire leonardo #leonardo da vinci #ikevamp arthur #ikemen vampire arthur #Arthur Conan Doyle

[nafeary]

Can I have some really short headcanons with MC spending time with the Ikevamp boys?

✧✎ A/N: Hiii sweets! As I’m dealing with pretty heavy topics right, both in life and writing (my cheating!mc headcanon, oh my), I decided to make this short fluffy one first. Make sure to drink water and to sleep well :))))

Also, these kept on getting longer (and longer and longer)... I dunno how that happened 🤷‍♀️

Napoleon Bonaparte

While you enjoyed accompanying the former emperor and Isaac to teach the children in town

Or going for tranquil evening strolls

Or watching him spar with Jean (HOT)

Both of your favourite past time by far was you waking him, and the cuddling that would always follow (among other... activities *wink wink*)

He’d nuzzle up against your neck, enklindling giggles from you as he protested about you wanting to help Sebastian with breakfast

You couldn’t bring yourself to care too much (sorry Sebas)

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Music is the centre of his life; but so are you

He had to learn to give you the attention you deserved, and he’d often wonder if you were were truly content with sitting beside him as he played

You’d love to watch the genius in action, humming and singing along when you happen to recognize his songs

If you don’t already know, he’d teach you to play the piano and the violin

And despite being the ever strict instructor, you’d often catch his tranquil simper as his hands would ghost over your own

Leonardo Da Vinci

After all your chores would be completed, you’d hunt down the Renaissance man

Which would be quite time consuming, as he could be anywhere. Literally.

Once you succeeded in your mission, you’d sit beside wherever he decided to sleep this time (sometimes with one of your heads resting on the other’s lap) and you’d talk. As simple as that

You were, of course, aware of the scientist’s unquenchable thirst for knowledge, and you were more than glad to tell him about everything you knew about your time in detail

In return, he’d find a way to charge your phone, as you always expressed the desire to show him actual pictures of your old life

Curious boi is impressed

Arthur Conan Doyle

If his girlfriend were to be a social butterfly, you’d probably enjoy tagging along with the third wheel Theo to their regular bars, sharing embarrassing anecdotes of each other

Both of you could often be seen taking Vic for a walk, and Arthur would, no fail, try to get your attention away from the dog acting as his love rival

You could only roll your eyes at his histeronic behavior as he pulled you close, hiding his flaming cheeks at your teasing

If you tend to be more quiet loving, you’d indulge in some alone time in his room [goddammit, not that type of indulging]. As you listened to his calming puffs or air, he’d sometimes ask you to read some of his drafts

Whatever the case was, it would always end with Arthur sweetly pecking your purses lips, a smile gracing his handsome face

Vincent Van Gogh

Wanderlust is a mutual feeling you two shared, and Theodorus had to come to terms with the fact that you two could disappear for hours to end

As soon as you two would find a stunning location, he’d unpack his painting supplies while asking you questions about your old life

You two preferred to stay until the sun would retire for the moon to reign, so that the artist’s canvas had the chance to dry

Sebas would always prepare some snacks for you two upon Comte’s suggestion (because Sugar Daddy takes care of his kids)

As the picnic blanket lay beneath you two, Vincent would pull you close, basking in the serene serenity of your embrace

Thedorus Van Gogh

Baking!

Whether you know or don’t know (in which case Sebastian would gladly help you out) how to cook, the others would find the resident couple in the kitchen as Theo judged your pastries

Of course, he might be mean about it, but that was just apart of him that you’ve learnt to live with; after all, you weren’t perfect either

You discovered that he preferred his sweets... well, sweet, so you have grown used to making two batches of every dough/custard/anything, really: one for you and the other residents, and one solely for him

He’d sometimes saunter behind you, swiftly swiping some saccharine cream onto his finger from a bowl you were currently using. Before you could utter your protests, he’d paint your lips with it, a smirk parading across his cheeks

Successfully shutting you up with a tooth rottingly sweet kiss, he’d say, “Your creations are quite delicious, wouldn’t you agree, knabbletje?” [Would you look at that, Food Play!Theo has returned]

Your knee joints were seemingly replaced by the jelly chilling in the basement

Dazai Osamu

When he’d require inspiration for his novels (or simply felt trapped in his own misery), he’d find himself looking across the vast expanse of le Comte’s land

And somehow, he’d find you more than often amongst the flowers, waving at him to join you

He’d assist you as you cared for the flowers, watching your lithe and nimble hands as they practically danced across the fields

A few butterflies would appear, and he somehow had the ability to make them land on his finger as he explained each of their meanings, explanations spanning from eastern culture to Native American even

You’re always so fixed on the little butterflies resting on him, the writer can’t help himself but kiss your forehead, the subsequent crimson staining your face eliciting such a calm expression from him that you can’t help but smile at his joy

Isaac Newton

As you were both more than busy during the day, you’d vacate your time as the first stars speckled the horizon, Isaac busying himself with mapping the stars

You’d sometimes ask him to teach you, but you tended to zone out as the lectures became more and more scientific and “can you please repeat that in English”-like

Despite the ire lining his voice when he noticed your blank stare, his pouting made it rather apparent that he didn’t mind

He’d scoff whenever you’d start with astrology. “But you’re determined, just like a Capricorn.” “That doesn’t mean anything.”

As more and more stars would appear, you’d catch yourselves gaze more into each other’s eyes than the sky, alabaster rays illumining your loving eyes

His research would be entirely forgotten as your head rested upon his shoulder, liking the prospect of your figurative weight resting on him

Jean d’Arc

You want to watch him spar

Soft boi doesn’t want you to watch him spar

You want to try using his foil

Soft boi doesn’t want you to try using his foil

More than adamant about not revealing his dark side (you couldn’t care less, him sparing was hot but you didn’t know how to bring that up)

As such, you’d ask him to go shopping with you, arguing that his presence would act as the perfect protection

Foolproof way to persuade the stoic soldier: Volume I

You’d enjoy spending time with him in quiet cafes, enjoying him struggle to contain his expressions of content upon trying all the delicacies

Stone on the outside, panic in the inside when you decided to lower yourself onto his lap, telling him that no one could see you two (soldier life did not prepare him for his flirty amour)

William Shakespeare

Stabbing is his favourite past time

To Theo’s disgust, whenever you and and his broer would visit THE creep, he’d often return alone, relying your wish of staying at his mansion for a little while longer

He’d be besotted by all the stories you relayed to him, all the anecdotes of modern life

As you saw his latest works, you were glad he wasn’t using the residents for his drama anymore

He also liked dancing with you, in the moment the clock would hit midnight. As you would both sway beneath the moon’s embrace, he had never felt more at peace

Comte de Saint-Germain

Sugar Daddy likes buying you stuff, that’s it. That’s the headcanon

Jk, but he genuinely enjoys the prospect of shopping clothes with you

He’d even draft some on his own (I mean, have you seen his fashion style? Yes babayyy). If you were a fan of design, you’d both make outfits for one another

Would buy you the best silk if you wanted it... would buy you holo fabric from the future if you wanted it

After your shopping would be done, you’d walk along the Seine, reminiscing about the times none of you have gotten to life in

He enjoyed having you in his office, allowing you to vent about noble ladies that thought they could do as they please and parade around your man

As your ire left your ears fuming, he’d muse how scrumptiously adorable your jealousy it

He’d probably lift you ontop his desk to show you that you had absolutely nothing to fear— if you get what I mean ;)

...What are you talking about? I wasn’t talking about that 🙄. He’d simply show you all the designs you’ve made together smh

Sebastian

Vampires were goddamn lucky creatures. They, unlike him, didn’t have to deal with those horrid muscle cramps

However, his pain was more than familiar to you. Thus, one evening, you proposed as you prepared for bed if he’d like a massage from you

It would... sometimes lead to other acts, but that’s a story for another time 🙃

...I- that’s- I was talking about him massaging her... I should probably omit these insinuations

Now, you’d also spent time by adjusting your (and Dazai’s) favourite Japanese dishes with ingredients the 19th century France granted

This would oftentimes lead to questionable results, but you two would laugh it off with mirth enjoying your company

I am physically unable to write a Theo without foodplay, or Dazai without angsty undertones

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[bitterxweetencounters]

~5 months later~

Ok I lied. I’m not going to talk about my Japan trip in this post. Instead I’m going to provide an update on what’s been going on in my life for the past 5 months since my last post. Lol. 

Okaaaay. So we ended up having a second wave. Hahah..aha..hah. A very intense and overwhelming one, at that. There was a day I believe when the number of new covid cases reached almost 800? It happened around mid this year. I remember it being a really devastating and disappointing period of everyone’s lives. It would seem like the number of new cases would only get worse everyday. I would be so put off from watching the news or reading about anything related to covid ‘cause it would only make me depressed. 

Today is a notable day to write this post ‘cause today’s the first day, since this second wave started, that VIC reached 0 new cases and 0 new deaths. 4 stages of lockdown (plus an extension) later, we're finally here! Everyone up until this day had been feeling it - despair, restlessness, anger, hopelessness - at this lockdown that seemed would never end. But today we got the news that VIC will be re-opening again (1st stage) this Wednesday (it’s a Monday today), then even more on Nov 8. The glimmer of hope we’ve been waiting for, for literally months now. 

Now for the non-covid related updates. Lol. 

It’s tempting sometimes to overgeneralise 2020 as “the year wasted”. “Nothing happened this year” (besides covid of course). But there have been a few new things I’ve experienced this year which I think would be worth noting. And a few thoughts I’ve been having lately that I really need to deposit somewhere before I forget them. 

Ever since I became single early this year, I’ve received some interesting dm’s via Instagram. One of the first ones was from this guy from Canada, who sent me one of my posts via my DM then proceeded to comment “cute haha *monkey covering it’s mouth emoji*”. I got this message while I was showering, at like 3am, so it was pretty unexpected. This was the beginning of a very strange friendship (?) thing. Long story short, and around a month later, I found out him to be a very strange guy. He was cute, seemed like a catch at first. BUT he gave off major player vibes and also, he was basically 4-5 years younger than me, and didn’t live up to the maturity he claimed to have (emotional maturity mainly). He would make it seem like he was after a relationship with me sometime in the future but also kept implying that he wasn’t necessarily after a relationship right now, and just wanted to “go with the flow”. He was always complimenting me, always wanted to FaceTime everyday, and would sweet talk me with things that were nice to hear. But I couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was bad news and wasn’t really serious about any of this (I even kept telling him I was thinking this). I should mention he was asking for a selfie and wanted to FaceTime from the very first conversation we had (after only exchanging a few messages). We didn’t even know each other yet?? Lmao. After a few weeks of talking to him I eventually caught him in a lie, and yeah. That was one of the biggest red flags. I had a weird feeling about him from the get go, but I guess I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt (and also what threw me off a lot is that he told me that he told his Mum about me - but I’ll never know if that was just a lie too). He also told me that he was going to visit here from Canada in August (it’s October now) and kept going on about how he wanted to spend a whole week out of the two weeks he was going to be here, with me, and how I’m so chill and fun to talk to that we would have so much fun spending time together. Lmaooo. He told me he’s dated a lot of older girls (I’m not sure if this is a fetish of his), but every time I asked him how many exes he’s had, it would always be a different number (which is hella sus ‘cause it seemed like he was lying then). He tried to do some weird sexual stuff as well which I never entertained and pretty much shut him down straight away whenever he tried. Not sure if he was just joking, but it was disturbing nonetheless. I won’t go into detail ‘cause this isn’t the place for it. It eventually got to a point where I was decided on the fact that I couldn’t take this guy seriously and didn’t want to waste both our time so I started replying less/later to his messages, basically friend-zoned him by calling him “man” and “dude”, and teased him about other girls saying that he had potential with them. I think he eventually got the hint ‘cause one day he just stopped texting me “good morning” everyday. Lol. But anyway, yeah that was more or less the main stuff about guy #1. 

Guy #2 was from London and it started with one of my girl friends messaging me and asking me if I was talking to someone at the moment. I said I wasn’t and she proceeded to tell me that one of her boyfriend’s friends found me really pretty and wanted to follow me on Instagram. She then sent me a few photos of him (screenshots from his IG account), asking if I would be interested (I felt like I was on a dating site for a moment lmao). While flattering, I remember thinking this was so bizarre. To be honest with you though the guy wasn’t my type (looks-wise). My friend said he was “a real sweetheart”. Even though he wasn’t my type, I gave it a chance and told her that I don’t mind him following me. We both agreed that the guy and I had nothing to lose, and if anything we’d just become international friends. Lol. So soon enough the guy follows me on IG and then starts a convo via DM. He introduces himself, seemed like a nice/decent guy. Very articulate, and well versed. He would comment on my stories here and there and try to get a conversation going, try to get to know me better and try to share things about himself. I think I recall him saying he thought I lived in Japan ‘cause I had a lot of posts from Japan. Lmao. It would get to the point though where he would write massive paragraphs, but the energy wasn’t called for, and didn’t feel mutual. I think I found it a bit overwhelming and felt like he wanted to take every opportunity to write an essay about his views on everything. There was a particular time I did an IG story post where I was venting about something, and he replied to it with like two long paragraphs worth of his thoughts, and then said he would be there for me even though we didn’t really know each other that well yet etc. Which was really sweet - yes. But also felt too early, premature. It almost felt like he was trying to forge an emotional connection too early on in a relationship which wasn’t even at the friends stage yet. We’d only been talking for like 2 weeks or so. I couldn’t help it, but I think my neutral and short replies gave off a hint, and he commented less and less on my stories. Till eventually he stopped altogether. Lol. Also I think I may have accidentally called him “man”....on purpose. I feel like a horrible person. There was a point early on though that I looked through his IG profile and tried to find things about him that I liked (I basically tried to convince myself that maybe the guy wasn't so bad). But I think that wasn’t successful. And yeah, it was hard to hide that fact for long I think. 

Guy #3 is this random guy that just followed me out of no where and liked a bunch of my photos on IG all at once. He then started commenting on my stories quite a lot. He would leave brief comical comments, and tried to get me to play animal crossing with him. Lol. He tried to start a convo one time but I didn’t reply to it for a few hours, and then found that he deleted it. Lol?? He would then like a few more of my IG pics. He was a bit strange. I wasn’t quite sure if he was trying to show that he was interested, or if he was just bored and wanted more friends. But yeah he doesn’t comment on my stories much anymore.  Now that I’ve gotten those out of the way, just thought I’d go on about my recent thoughts. So lately I’ve been feeling really stuck. I have a quarter-life crisis pretty much every day. I feel like I’ve plateaued, and I’m not really growing much right now. I feel like I need new experiences, new company. Most of the ones I have at the moment aren’t serving me well or helping me become a better person, if I’m honest. And I’m not happy. The company I have right now aren’t encouraging me to level up, or helping me expand my thoughts and horizons. I’ve noticed that a lot of the friends I was close to pre-covid have changed a lot, and so have I, so we’re not really offering much to each other. I’ve become so low energy lately that I find myself trying to avoid or escape dealing with people or situations that I feel aren’t worth my energy. Which I want to start doing more of from now on. I want to be more selective of the people I chose to surround myself with. I also want to find my community or a new community which I can be part of and grow from. Not sure how or where I will find that, but it’s something I’m keen on delving into more as time goes by. I want to be more myself, I want to change up my look, my fashion. I want to expand my knowledge, expand my vocabulary, expand the diversity of ways I talk/present myself or respond/reply to situations. I want to feel like I have something to offer - not only to my future partner, but to the friends I make in this lifetime. I feel like I’m too basic and uninteresting. I feel like I’m also too careful, too slow, too afraid to make mistakes. Too afraid to take risks. I want to stop “complaining about things, but doing nothing about them”. I want to be confident in myself, no matter what I feel that I am. If that makes sense. I want to speak more clearly, slower. I want to be able to speak Filipino fluently. I want to find the career that I love and work in it. I want to work with people that I can genuinely be friends with, not just colleagues or “fake friends”. I want to not care about what people will think about me, and just do me (especially on IG). I want to be unapologetically myself. But before that, I want that self to be the kind of self I aspire to be. Can you want to be different, but also want to just be yourself at the same time? Can someone confirm this? 

#personal #update #coviddays

[sagehaleyofficial]

HERE’S WHAT YOU MISSED THIS WEEK (4.8-4.14.20):

NEW MUSIC:

Bring Me the Horizon posted a new teaser featuring Oli Sykes and Jordan Fish bellowing unclean vocals combined with darker lyrics. In mid-March, the band announced they were working on new material, tentatively titled BMTH8.

YUNGBLUD gifted fans a new vertical video for his song “Original Me” after dropping the song last fall. The new video featuring Imagine Dragons vocalist Dan Reynolds is available to watch on YouTube.

Senses Fail recently announced they will be releasing an album of covers, recorded during the coronavirus quarantine. The band hit the studio in late February to start working on their new album, which at the time was titled Hell is in Your Head.

Machine Gun Kelly released another cover during his time in isolation due to the coronavirus pandemic, taking on a track from fellow rapper Jack Harlow. He posted a clip of him singing to “WHATS POPPIN” while on a video chat with Harlow.

After announcing the release on Twitter three days prior, Twenty One Pilots delivered a new song “Level of Concern.” “Always writing, but this one feels like it should just come out now,” frontman Tyler Joseph tweeted out.

PVRIS have unfortunately had to postpone their upcoming album Use Me due to circumstances beyond their control. The album was originally set to release on May 1st, but is now delayed until July 10th.

MxPx streamed a deluxe version of their 2018 self-titled album, which includes the full original 11-song album, four bonus tracks and five acoustic versions. In addition to this edition, vocalist Mike Herrera is participating in livestream performances. 

Man Overboard released their first new music in over five years, a new track titled “Lifeline.” The band was previously on hiatus since the release of their last record, only reuniting for special anniversary and holiday shows.

Neck Deep released the second single off their upcoming studio album, All Distortions Are Intentional, titled “When You Know.” The music video features fans from around the world, holding up pieces of paper with lyrics from the song.

A snippet of an alternative version of Blink-182’s “I Really Wish I Hated You” featuring Miley Cyrus was released online. Frontman Mark Hoppus confirmed its legitimacy on a recent Twitch stream.

FEVER 333’s Jason Butler gave fans an intimate look into his career via his 333 WRECKORDS CREW label. The label is offering demos of his former act Letlive.’s acclaimed album Fake History on a pay-what-you-want basis.

TOUR ANNOUNCEMENTS:

Pierce the Veil reunited online to perform an intimate acoustic version of their song “Hold on Till May” from the safety of their own homes. The video begins with frontman Vic Fuentes asking the other members how their quarantine is going.

OTHER NEWS:

A man in Wisconsin is reportedly suing ticket resale company StubHub for $5 million in a class-action lawsuit. The lawsuit comes after he purchased tickets to an NHL game before the coronavirus pandemic postponed the season.

Vans launched the “Foot the Bill” initiative, in which all net proceeds will go to small businesses around the country. Additionally, Tony Hawk will act as an official global brand ambassador, as well as making a pro Vert skateboarding competition.

Post Malone‘s song “Circles” is the subject of a songwriter claiming he is entitled to credit on its release. According to TMZ, Tyler Armes co-wrote and co-produced the track, and is now filing a lawsuit for his share of royalties.

In celebration of the company’s four-year anniversary, Good Dye Young is having a sitewide sale for the month of April. The line was founded by Paramore frontwoman Hayley Williams and her business partner Brian J. O’Connor in 2016.

Fans of 5 Seconds of Summer have been fighting Billboard to get the band’s latest album C A L M to the number 1 spot on their chart rankings after a shipping error lowered the numbers. Drummer Ashton Irwin later spoke out about the issue.

The copyright infringement lawsuit between Yellowcard and Juice WRLD’s estate has been put on hold until July. According to Digital Music News, the reason is due the coronavirus pandemic preventing search for an executor.

Thursday’s face masks for fans sold out in just nine seconds, giving them the ability to now create hundreds more to donate. The band worked with New Jersey organizations NJ Maskmakers and FaceMaskWarriors to make them.

Halsey is donating 100,000 FDA certified three-ply face masks to various California hospitals. She is doing this through GiveDirectly, a nonprofit organization focusing on directing cash payments to vulnerable households in at-risk communities.

My Chemical Romance frontman Gerard Way is partnering with a number of artists on the Quarantine Coloring Book. The idea spawned from Sara Taylor of Youth Code, who joined the band on vocals at their reunion show.

British shoe company Dr. Martens is rolling out a line dedicated to punk band the Sex Pistols. Two new designs were released paying tribute to the band’s groundbreaking history in the 1970s.

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Check in next Tuesday for more “Posi Talk with Sage Haley,” only at @sagehaleyofficial!

#sage haley #posi talk #bring me the horizon #yungblud #machine gun kelly #twenty one pilots #pvris #neck deep #blink-182 #post malone #pierce the veil #5 seconds of summer #my chemical romance #fever 333 #senses fail #jack harlow #mxpx #man overboard #miley cyrus #vans #good dye young #yellowcard #thursday #dr. martens

[ballumsecretvalentine]

Let This Go - Ben x Callum

Word Count: 1628

Genre: Fluff and Smut

A/N: This is my secret valentine submission! @thepurplepanther I hope you enjoy and I’m truly sorry if it’s shit, it’s my first time writing for Ballum and yeah anyways! Hope you like it! x

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The sun was just peeking over the edge of the horizon as Ben stirred in his bed. The weight of a large arm laying across his stomach had woken him. It wasn’t weird for Ben to wake up with an arm over him or his legs tangled with another, but it was the first time in a long time he had woken up naturally.

For the past month, Ben had been waking up with a start or in a sweat halfway through the night and he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep after it. The nightmares had been keeping him up or waking him up and the circles and bags around his eyes were getting deeper and bigger. But last night was different in the best way possible.

Ben’s problems were not solved, not even slightly, but he had at least been able to sleep through the night and that was all because of one person. Said person just happened to also be stirring behind him.

Ben turned to face Callum and just when he thought he couldn’t fall more in love with Callum, his sleepy face had done it again. He felt safe with Callum. Like nothing could hurt him and everything would be okay. The warm fuzzy feeling had disappeared for so long, it almost felt unfamiliar when it had returned but Ben knew exactly what this was.

“Mornin’. When did ya wake up?” Callum asked with half-shut eyes.

“Mornin’. Not been up for long.” Blinking sleepily, Ben asked, “what’re we doing today?”

“Well, that’s up to you. Wanna stay in bed or go down and have breakfast?”

Ben shuffled closer and slotted himself as close as he could to Callum. He didn’t want this feeling to be unfamiliar ever again.

“Mmm, I think we should stay in bed for a little longer. Want you all to myself right now and then we can spend the day with Lex?” Ben paused before adding on, “only if you’re up for it though!”

“Course I’m up for it! Love Lexi, you know that! Now c’mere!”

Callum’s large hands cupped Ben’s face, pulling him in for a sweet kiss. They had shared a lot of kisses before but this one was nothing like the others. This one was peaceful. Soft. It wasn’t rushed or done behind anyone’s backs. It was loving, calm and soft.

Small pecks on Ben’s cheeks, chin and forehead followed until Callum dropped Ben’s head on his shoulder. One of Ben’s arms came to wrap around Callum’s stomach and he came closer until the pair physically couldn’t be closer. Soft patterns were drawn on each other as they just basked in the comfort of having the other close.

There was a serene atmosphere as not a word was shared between the pair and yet the love could be felt all around them. This was the best Ben had felt in so long and he owed it all to Callum. He knew this was a long time coming, especially considering Ben had known how he felt for over a month but thought he was doing Callum a favour by not saying it.

He knew what the peace and relief he felt when he saw Callum even when they weren’t together meant. But he also knew what happened when he felt this way for someone. Which is why he had held back from saying it. But after yesterday, Ben knew that it didn’t matter if he said it or not, he could’ve lost Callum anyways and he wouldn’t, no he couldn’t let that happen.

“I love you.” The words were spoken so softly, they were barely audible and there was no doubt that had it not been completely silent, save for the sound of breaths being taken and expelled, the words would’ve been missed completely.

Callum shot up and turned to face Ben, “w-what?”

“I love you.” This time, Ben spoke clearly and confidently. He didn’t doubt his feelings when he said it the first time but he wasn’t sure how Callum would react. But this time, Ben spoke with confidence.

“Do you really? You’re not just saying that cause you think I want to hear it?”

“No Cal. Promise m’not doing that.” Ben brought Callum’s face in his hands again, pulling him in close and uttered the words again, punctuating them with a kiss. “I love you Callum Highway. With everything I have in me, I love you.”

The elation Callum felt, the way his heart expanded at the sound of those words was indescribable. There was no way to put it into words so Callum hoped that the look on his face and the kiss he pressed onto Ben’s lips would do their justice.

“I love you too Ben. I love you so much. I’ve been wanting to hear that from you for so long and I would’ve waited an eternity just to hear them once.”

“Things haven’t been easy for my love life after you know, Paul. But I want this to work Callum. I am willing to do anything to make this work because I love you.” Ben contemplated before adding on, “it only took one look at you yesterday you know that? I saw you come out of the Vic yesterday and I knew. I knew I couldn’t leave you and Lexi behind.”

Callum’s eyes were watering at how Ben was opening up for him. This is all he wants from Ben. “This will work Ben. We will make it work. Just gotta be honest and trust me and we’ll be fine, we will make it through any and everything.” Callum hoped that this would reassure Ben. “I am never going to be Paul and I would never try to replace him or what you had with him. But I love you and I trust you so we will make this work. Whatever it takes.”

“C’mere.” Ben cupped Callum’s face, crawling on top of him and began kissing him. Lightly pressing soft kisses at first but they soon grew heavier as hands began to roam bodies.

Ben moved his hands up and under Callum’s sleep shirt, fingertips digging into the sides as he pulled Callum closer, not that it was possible. Calloused fingers rubbed at Callum’s skin. It didn’t take long for Callum to follow Bens lead and soon touches turned into heavy petting.

Callum’s shirt was soon pulled off leaving him in only his boxers. Ben trailed kisses down Callum’s chest, stopping to pull ever so slightly on his nipples and swipe them with his tongue to soothe the ache before shuffling lower.

Ben stopped at Callum’s abdomen, nuzzling and licking at it. He wanted to show Callum every bit of love and appreciation he had without saying the words because even though he had just said them, they still felt a bit odd coming out of his mouth.

Callum groaned and moaned and tugged at Ben to just do something, anything. Ben’s heart swelled with pride when he saw the mess that his boyfriend had become under him. He loves seeing Callum like this, all desperate and needy and all by his doing.

Ben gave into Callum’s desperate pleas and began to press kisses on the head of Callum’s cock. His tongue peeked out every so often to lick. The moan that fell out of Callum’s mouth would have woken everybody in the house up, if it had not been completely empty.

Callum’s noises only urged Ben on further and he began to suckle on Calum’s cock before swirling his tongue around the spongy head. He wrapped a hand around the base and started to swallow down as much of Callum as he could, stroking what he couldn’t.

Groans tumbled loudly out of Callum’s mouth as he pushed Ben to take more of his cock in by wrapping his hands in Ben’s hair and thrusted his hips up. The unexpected movement caused Ben to choke and pull off to heave in some breaths between pressing kisses on the skin around Callum’s cock. But it wasn’t long until Callum’s begging brought Ben back to Callum’s cock and he got back to work.

Ben began to take deeper breaths through his nose and relax his throat so that he could take more of Callum in. Ben fixed his eyes on Callum and the sight of his boyfriend completely wrecked just by his mouth had Ben moaning with pleasure. The hand that wasn’t wrapped around the base of Callum’s cock came down to palm at the arousal sitting in Ben’s boxers. Callum’s eyes met Ben’s and combined with Ben practically deepthroating him while looking at him dead in the eyes, Callum was bucking his hips as he came.

Ben stopped palming himself and brought his hand up to Callum’s stomach, rubbing gently to bring him back down slowly. Ben pulled his lips up one last time, stopping at the head of Callum’s cock to suckle before Callum pushed him off, groaning with sensitivity.

A smirk spread over Ben’s face as he spoke, “how was that?”

“Amazing but it’s your turn now.” He began to shuffle down before Ben stopped him with a hand on his arm.

As much as Ben wanted Callum to just have his way with him, he also just wanted to lay with Callum for a bit and soak in the feeling of having him back. “Not yet, babe,” Ben crawled over Callum’s body and clung to him like a koala, “jus wanna hold you for a bit.”

Callum would never deny Ben of anything so that was what they did. They laid there wrapped in each other’s arms and a thought ran through Ben’s mind.

He couldn’t believe he had nearly let this go.

#bvd20 #ballum secret valentine #ben x callum #ballum #eastenders #fanfic

[royallyanxious]

I finally checked the final length of the ts big bang fic which I will post tomorrow.

The final score of Horizons is 56 327 words which is pretty damn fine, if you’re asking me! I’m proud of myself to be honest <3

all chapters are warming up in my drafts and I can’t wait to show the story to you, ah I’m excited!

I won’t be posting a taglist under every chapter- only under the masterpost under the cut, so if you wanna be added this is good moment to let me know.

#vic writes horizons #not ts #Sorry I kinda had to #ts big bang

[descentintobandom]

UPDATED BANDS LIST!

I've stopped writing for several band members, so I figured it was time to update this. I will be leaving up existing one-shots.

These are the bands and band members I write for. Please refer to this list when requesting one-shots. In some cases, I will only write for one member of a band and those will be listed at the end. Sorry for any confusion. I am open to expanding my horizons, so band members will be added to this list as I see fit.

Fall Out Boy

Pete Wentz

Patrick Stump

Black Veil Brides

Andy Biersack

Ashley Purdy

Jinxx

Asking Alexandria

Danny Worsnop

Ben Bruce

Pierce the Veil

Vic Fuentes

Jaime Preciado

Tony Perry

Palaye Royale

Remington Leith

Emerson Barrett

Sebastian Danzig

All Time Low

Alex Gaskarth

Jack Barakat

Rian Dawson

Zack Merrick

Other artists

Machine Gun Kelly (From MGK)

Chris Motionless (From Motionless in White)

Kellin Quinn (From Sleeping with Sirens)

Gerard Way (From My Chemical Romance)

Brendon Urie (From Panic at the Disco)

Ed Sheeran

Louis Tomlinson (Formally of One Direction)

Niall Horan (Formally of One Direction)