#we focus more on melody in this household

[coderedsmusic]

Now it’s over here

#metal #metal music #friday night funkin #fnf #fnf tankman #fnf boyfriend #fnf week 7 #guns fnf #fnf guns #heavy metal #except not that heavy but fuck it #we focus more on melody in this household

[speedycoffeedelight]

An Animalistic Disaster

Summery:Where you reveal a bit of your past and go on a shopping trip with the girls (And Pentious).

Masterlist

CH-14 :Past memories and a shopping trip

Tw: domestic abuse.

"When I was six, me and my mom went to live with mom's brother, my uncle and aunt. They had a daughter and a son, Melody and Skylar.

Melody was younger and more timid than me. I gradually realised that Melody was almost like a puppet to her parents. They gave all their focus on Skylar. Which would make sense since he was a kid then. But they took it too far.

They would never try to discipline Skylar. It was clear her parents had a soft spot for him. Skylar understood that very clearly and would abuse that."

You sighed, remembering what used to happen in that household.

"Skylar would scream and hit Melody whenever he wanted and if we as much as raised our voice on him, he would cry endlessly in front of his mom like we hit him brutally. Before you say anything, he would only do that whenever his parents were around to hear, so that little shit knew what he was doing.

And of course his mom would believe him every fucking time. So since I couldn't make him behave, the best course of action was to lock myself up in my room so he couldn't get in and cause trouble for me."

"That sounds horrible...." Charlie gasped.

"That's not the end of it." You sadly smiled. "I haven't even told you why I'm hated."

"I hated how they treated Melody from the bottom of my heart. I would speak up for her since she couldn't.

She would often seek refuge in me and stay in my room away from everyone. I read her my different storybooks, showed her my favourite shows and shared my experiences. Gradually she began to think for herself. She began to stand up for herself. Her parents hated that.

They blamed me for corrupting their sweet child with my venomous company. They were mad they couldn't control Melody like before.

Their scolding and hitting got worse from then. There were times we would stay locked in my room for hours while her mom kept shouting all shitty things she could say about me. She even told Melody, A child, to live with me instead of them if she liked me that much."

"Please tell me you guys did something about that later..." Vaggie almost pleaded.

"When things got worse and I couldn't take it anymore, I finally told my mom one day after she got home from work. I didn't want to tell her at first before cause I didn't want to make her worry. My mom and aunt had a huge argument then. Later finally, we rented a small house for ourselves."

'But what happened to Melody?' Angel quickly asked and Charlie translated it just as fast. Everyone had the same question in their mind.

"She...stayed back. I asked her to come with me but she smiled and shook her head. She said she wanted to stay and make that place better."

'Ya gotta hand it to the kid. She had some real guts to stay in a family like that'

You nodded at what Husk said after Vaggie translated it.

"She really had. We did get to see each other from time to time in our family gatherings and such and kept in contact through texting and calling sometimes. But I'm glad to say our bond ever wavered no matter how long we are away from each other "

You said with a small smile looking at everyone.

"Melody has learned to be her own person since I left despite still being in those harsh conditions. And even after all this time, I've never gotten close to her parents for this reason."

You finally finished talking and looked at them for their reactions. Charlie almost immediately tackled you into a hug.

"I knew you were great person! Thank you thank you thank you!"

"Thanks for what Charlie?"

"Nothing don't worry about it!"

Charlie was relieved that you were actually a good person. She doesn't have to feel guilty for defending you. She hugged you tighter in happiness almost choking you.

"C-charlie, can't breathe-"

"Oh sorry sorry"

She quickly let you go and smiled brightly at you. "You're a nice person (Y/n)." Vaggie gave you soft smile.

Everyone in the room was thinking the same thing. The earlier suspicion on you vanishing in an instant.

"Yeah well anyways" you scratched your neck while blushing from all this attention you're getting plus seeing all their eyes on you. "We should eat dinner and go to sleep. I plan on going shopping tomorrow. I want Charlie, Vaggie and Niffty accompanying me since they turned human."

"We get to hang around in the human world?" Niffty said excitedly. You chuckled noticing her enthusiasm.

"Yes you can plus we'll be doing job hunting for you guys. We don't know how long it'll take to find a job so we should start searching from tomorrow "

"Awesome!"

With that, you all slowly went around cooking while chatting, making jabs at one another. Angel was almost thrown into a cooking pot by accident but Charlie noticed it immediately. Other then that, everything was fine.

After sleeping again in previous positions, you woke up to Vaggie calling you this time. You smiled at her and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

After you finished,you went to the kitchen to see Charlie cooking this time with her tongue out a bit upwards as she was flipping pancakes very carefully. It was honestly quite adorable to watch. Vaggie was about to call you but you put a finger on your mouth, making Vaggie go quiet.

You slowly tiptoed behind Charlie making Vaggie look at you confused. Just as Charlie finished flipping a Pancake, you went 'Boo' in her ear playfully. But you didn't expect what happened.

Charlie let out a surprised yelp as she let go of the pan. A bright golden light engulfed her as something fell to the ground in a thud.

As the light disappeared, there was Charlie again, but in her sheep form.

'Oh no, oh no, oh nononono! I'm not getting stuck in this form again!'

She started to scream in panic with sheep sounds and ran around. Vaggie quickly tried running after her to try and calm her down. She picked up a very scared Charlie and held her close as you looked over with guilt.

"Hun calm down, breathe." Vaggie patted Charlie as she looked looked up at her girlfriend teary eyed. "Try to see if you can become human again okay?"

Charlie nodded and calmed her nerves as she tried to imagine herself as human again. After some time, a golden light engulfed her again as she again reappeared as human in Charlie's arms.

"Vaggie, I'm human again! I'm human!" She said shaking Vaggie. "Yes, I can see that...but what happened? Can we turn to our human and animal form at will?" Charlie shruged, not knowing. You came forward looking down.

"I'm really really sorry Charlie. I didn't mean for that to happen.." you said meekly.

"It's alright... It just gave me a little shock that's all" Charlie said nervously laughing. "But at least I turned back again."

'What happened? Why are you all looking so shaken?' Husk said stepping into the room alongside Angel and noticing the pair on the floor holding each other as well as you looking at them apologetically.

After Vaggie told him his eyes were wide open. 'Wait, no shit? That actually worked? Let me see if I can try.' Husk and Angel both tried to imagine themselves as humans but nothing happened. 'Guess it only works with those who already transformed..' Angel sighed.

"Make sure to let others know about this and oh-" Charlie's nose picked up a burning smell. "MY PANCAKES!" She quickly ran towards the pan to salvage the food before it's fully wasted.

You volunteered to eat the slightly burnt pancake as an apology and after that, it was time to go shopping. You, Charlie, Vaggie and Niffty all dressed up in your clothes. Vaggie gathered all the animals before going.

"I'm leaving my front door open in case you all need something. But for this reason, I'll need you all to stay close to the house as well to guard it." You said looking at all of them.

"Especially you Alastor, you're the only one that can do something if a burglar comes by." Since you saw how Alastor could fight even in this form in the woods, he was the best option.

'Yes, yes, I know you can't do anything without me. You girls can go ahead without worry. I'll keep watch." Alastor said in a bored tone but inside he was fuming with pride that you relied on him the most.

"Now then, we shouldn't take too much time. Be safe you guys. You're free to go." With that you went to get the car ready as your three companions waited patiently.

Sir Pentious was about to slither back to the cabin but stopped seeing Cherri head towards your car. Being confused he quickly followed her. Cherri jumped into the car's open trunk while you weren't looking and Pentious did the same.

'Misss Cherri what are you doing here? We're supposed to be back at the cabin!' Pentious whisper shouted.

'Wha- Hey what the fuck man. Don't creep up on me like that!' Cherri was a little spooked seeing Pentious behind her. She thought she was being discreet.

'And I'm going to the town with them! I can't wait till I've transformed see what the world is like now since I'm the last. So I'm hitching a ride!'

'But isn't thiss a bad idea? What if sssomeone sees uss?'

'Oh quit your yapping. You can leave if you want.'

But he could not even if wanted since the trunk closed on them followed by the car starting. Cherri had a grin on her face and Pentious had a look of worry.

Niffty decided to sit next to you on the car and Charlie and Vaggie sat behind. While driving, you started some songs for everyone to enjoy.

All three of them were enjoying the sight of human world as they were practically glued to their windows. Especially Charlie since she spent her entire life in hell. Even though they went outside in your cabin, it was nothing compared to driving through various places like this. The sight of them made the corners of your lips turn up.

"By the way Niffty, did you get any powers like us?" Vaggie asked suddenly remembering.

"Not really, no. Me and mr.Alastor tried really hard to see if I had any type of powers but nothing worked." Niffty answered while her eyes were still glued to the window. "But I can turn into a dog again at will now!"

"I see..oh and (Y/n). Can I request something..?" Vaggie asked sheepishly.

"Hm,yes? What is it?"

"Can I get some glasses? I think my eye sight has lessened.."

"Oh yes sure! We'll get your eyes checked then!"

Finally you reached your place. You parked the car and you three finally stepped outside. Suddenly Niffty started sniffing the air with her ears moving.

"Niffty? What's wrong?" Charlie asked concerned. Niffty didn't answer as she stepped behind the trunk and opened it.

"Uh-huh! Found you! I knew I heard some weird sounds coming from the back!"

"What? Who's there?" You went to stand beside Niffty and found Pentious and Cherri red handed.

You quickly pulled the hood down and looked around see if anyone was starting at you. Having a squirrel was fine but people might report you to the police if they saw you have a snake in your car, thinking you're a poacher. And the worst thing is they'll take him away to who knows where.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here? You guys should be at the cabin!" You hissed through your teeth at them.

'What? Taking a stroll couldn't hurt! Plus this dumbass followed me here himself.' Cherri said looking at Pentious. 'I wass only trying to ssee what you were doing!'

You sighed. You couldn't leave them both here. Who knows what they'll start doing if they're left alone. You don't want to have any more trouble in your hands. Rummaging through the car, you found a big shopping bag that you usually use for groceries.

"Jump in here and not a single peek from either of you got it?" You said holding the bag in front of them.

'Got it!' Cherri grinned as she jumped inside and Pentious followed. You gave the bag to Niffty.

"Niffty can I ask you to take care of this bag? Make sure none of them peeks their head out of try to come out okay?" You requested her with worry. "Can you do that for me?"

"Mam,Yes Mam! I'll make sure of that!" She copied military style and gave you a salute making you chuckle a bit.

"I'll hold onto that then"

After that was over, you guys went to buy foods and two extra mattresses for now. Then you guys went to buy clothes. They didn't buy much since they could just wear your clothes for the most part as you suggested and bought personal items. You'll have to spend more money on the boys clothes when they turn human. And finally on Vaggie's glasses.

After a successful trip, you four bought some ice creams as you headed towards your car. Cherri did try to sneak out a couple of times but Niffty made sure she couldn't. Some people on the street thought the three of them were cosplaying and wanted to take selfies  but you quickly declined.

You also collected some informations on the places looking to hire right now. You decided to sort through them later. You led them through a shortcut to reach the parking lot faster. You spent more time than you planned on getting sucked in the fun hanging out with them.

All in all it was a successful shopping trip. That was until you turned a corner while walking and bumped into someone making you spill your ice cream over them.

"I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!" You quickly yelled out looking at the shirt that now had a stain and some bits of ice cream falling to the ground from the shirt.

"Oi look where you're going bitch!" The guy yelled out pushing you away from him. You would fall to the floor if Vaggie didn't catch you in time. "Careful!" She yelled out.

As the guy started to come closer Charlie moved in front of you defensively. "She said sorry already! So please stop this!" She pleaded as you stood up again.

"Fuck no. That bitch ruined my shirt and now she'll have to pay for it!" The guy shoved Charlie aside and grabbed your collar making you look at his face.

Niffty was standing behind Vaggie still holding onto the bag as the scene transpired in from of her. She started growling unknowningly as she took a step ahead.

Sir Pentious and Cherri were listening to everything that was transpiring outside.

'Shit, something very bad is happening outside!' Cherri said looking a bit nervous.

'It sounds like (Y/n) is in trouble..' Pentious said as they both peeked out of the bag just as you were grabbed by your collar.

'(Y/n) no..I can't let anything happen to her!' Pentious said as he jumped out of the bag. Niffty finally noticed him. "Pentious you're not supposed to be out!"

'She helped us all these time, fed us, took care of us. The least I can do is protect in danger!'

His body began to grow bright yellow. Vaggie who was about to jump onto the guy, stopped and looked behind her.

The man's disgusting breath hit your nose like a tornado. He raised one hand to hit you as you quickly prepared yourself to defend. But a hand came from behind you, catching the attackers raised one.

"I don't think it's in proper manner to hit a lady."

A.N: So I've realised that I should probably make the chapters longer otherwise there's gonna be a huge number of chapters by the time I'm finished.

So yeah, heads up for that! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

Also I didn't tell here before, but I'm planning on a QnA if I reach 1k votes and kudos in ao3 and wattpad. I already reached 1k on wattpad and now for the ao3 (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~

You guys can ask the cast or me any questions during that. But of course, no telling spoilers.

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[ennysimmer]

Judith gave birth to their second child Mindy while Milton served his sentence in prison. He actually missed most of the early childhood of his first two children. I think he was in jail for one rotation.

When Milton finally was released, I forced him and Jack to spend most of their time building their relationship to avoid any more jail time in this household.

They didn't have to endure it for long though. It was soon time for Jack to leave them for good, which I'm pretty sure Milton didn't mind at all.

A few years later, Judith gave birth to the twins Levina and Ludvig.

The family tree

1st gen – Julia Hart (Adler), Jack Hart 2nd gen – Amber Remington, Scott Remington, Avery Remington, Owen Remington, Jane Rivers, Thomas Hart, Elliot Hart, Judith Hart, Milton Hart 3rd gen – Melody Hart, Mindy Hart, Ludvig Hart, Levina Hart

All of the Remington children in gen 2 Jack had with Anya Remington after Julia's death. More on that when we're in Anya's household. The rest of the gen 2 children are his and Julia's children.

What happens now? With Jack dead, Judith is now the sole owner of the furniture store. Milton is running his own business selling robotics. Now when the children are older, both he and Judith will focus more on their businesses. However, Judith has rolled the want to have another child so we'll see what happens with that next time we see them :)

#ts2 #sims 2 #sims 2 stories #sims 2 bacc #sims 2 bacc: the neptune project #Hart household #2024 neptune recap #Judith Hart #Mindy Hart #Jack Hart #Milton Hart #Levina Hart #Ludvig Hart

[yakumtsaki]

Welcome to Generation 4, and no spoilers but what the fuck. For reasons that will become obvious, I have to start this generation with a culminative update on everyone post-college. We begin, as all bad things do, in the main house. Sophito and Eliza have been invited over so we can ask their dumb asses to move in (since we’re over the household limit, fml) but we’ve ran into the problem of them refusing to get out of the hot tub.

-So babe, after we bang in the hot tub do you wanna knock my new teeth implants out? -You know it! -SOPHITO GET OUT ALREADY SO I CAN ASK YOU TO MOVE IN -In a minute, mom, gawd!

-Do you think your mom will like me, Soph? -I can’t see how she wouldn’t after watching us have sex in her hot tub!

-Great job knocking my son’s teeth out, Eliza! -Thank you, Mrs. Miguel!  -Please, call me Mom! 

LOL ya I had a feeling you two violent lunatics would hit it off. 

In case you were wondering, Shajar remains THE WORST. Cyneswith is more excited to see Sophito again than his own mother is.

-Welcome home, son! You made your mama proud with all that hoeing, huhu!🌸

-CYN, ARE YOU AWARE THAT SOMEONE IS MAKING OUT IN OUR HOUSE THAT ISN’T YOU AND iVAN?!? IS THAT EVEN LEGAL???

Ah, it’s like we never left!

Jojo is unironically 106yo so it’s wedding time, no time to draw this out at all.

-This wedding looks like garbage >:(

Excuse me?? I even got you those Celebration balloon chairs, I normally get the cheap garden ones and call it a day. If I even bother getting chairs at all, that is!

-I don’t care!!! I want my dream wedding!!!

Ya, best we can do around here is your dream divorce.

-Oh Sophito, standing here with you, in front of our families who don’t give a fuck and June in a wedding dress, brings up so many emotions.. Mainly the urge to scream hysterically.. -It’s gonna be ok babe, just stay calm. Focus on me and the fact I managed to not pop the collar on my wedding suit!

Awww, congrats guys!

-What the fuck is your mother wearing?

LOL sorry I forgot to change her formalwear!

-It’s still better than June’s. 

I SAID I’M SORRY

Despite some small sartorial problems, this is actually one of the better weddings we’ve ever thrown? There’s smustling..

..brotherly reunions..

..more brotherly reunions..

..and a zombie vs robot deathmatch! I don’t know what more Liz wanted, tbh.

A great wedding, if I say so myself!

-It was not. 

Whatever! Time to move on!

Daniel reunites with his bebes and meets their intendeds, who have moved in next door!

-Blue Meatballs, what a throwback! Going from my brother to my daughter.. Wow, I REALLY don’t know how I feel about that.

Let me help, you feel happy! 

-Do I though?

Yes, because June is happy, God help us. 

-Ok then!

June’s little sisters idolizing her is SO CUTE I CANNOT..

..it also makes perfect sense as Cleo and Cecilia are the biggest fucking nerds I’ve ever played, I think I’m legit gonna go in a Curious Bros direction with them.

We leave Daniel in perpetual happiness with Tara and his human and cat bebes-

-and move to Asshole Manor! Ok you two, take a break.

-What? But that’s only the 8th time we’ve banged today!

IT CAN WAIT. 

-It really can’t, we’re 90yo! 

Ya exactly, so the time has come..

..to reconnect, and in Gunther’s case, MEET your kids. Reginald stop thinking about crypto FOR 1 SECOND GOOD LORD

It quickly becomes apparent that we’re dealing with a level of estrangement that a few visits aren’t gonna fix, so it’s time for Gun and Mel to take their kids on a vacation! Isn’t this exciting, kids? 

-Fuck our lives💜 -I’m a woman of science but I kept praying for our plane to crash.  -It’s only 3 days, guys, how bad can it be?  -Our rooms have no computers, Reginald. -That’s not a thing, then people wouldn’t be able give financial advice on the internet! -Ya, they are not. -YOU’RE LYING. GET AWAY FROM ME

-Listen son, this isn’t easy for me to say.. -It’s ok, dad, I think I know what you’re thinking. -Then would you please get out so I can bang Melody in this sauna?

-Let’s go, kiddos, this is gonna be fun!  -Uh, mom, where’s the pilot?💜 -I’m the pilot! -Since when?? -Since this very morning when I took a class! I’ve topped 7 careers, how hard can this be? 

-I am relaxed.. I do not need to give financial advice on the internet..

-I am centered.. I do not need to give financial advice on the internet..

-I am floating.. I do not need to give financial advice on the internet.. -Hey kid, any suggestions on what to order around here? -You mean.. ADVICE on how to ALLOCATE your meal BUDGET?!?

How’s it going, JuJu?

-Having a lot of fun eating soup with chopsticks💜  -Can we go home already? I’m losing career momentum, at this rate I won’t be Chief of Staff by age 23! 

Fine, fine, we’ve made some valuable bonding progress already:

-Aaaaah, isn’t this great? -It sure is, mom!💜 -How many ‘get promoted’ wants do I need to roll before you take a hint? -You know, June, you get your workaholism from me!  -Oh ok then, that definitely makes up for being a teen girl growing up without a mother! 

OOF, ok this will take some time, let’s check out.

We return home and June straight tops the medical career-

-AT THIS AGE. I CANNOT. You know what will make this day even better??

HUHU💙🧆

We’re officially Blueballed! Man, that doesn’t sound right. Look at Melody in her matching teal dress, supportive queen! 

-It seems like yesterday I was trying to break Lakshmi and Gunther up, and now here she is, marrying my daughter!

Ok, legit let’s not think too hard about this because it’s very upsetting. Julian and Stacy I’ve decided I will not marry since they don’t want to and they’re married in their 💜s anyway. Next household..

..and I’m gonna let this picture speak for itself. I found out something genuinely shocking: BRIT AND HALF-ALIEN PROF ARE BFFS. Like they’ve been friends since BEFORE Trista banged Gunther, in her memory panel she become besties with Brit first?? Wtf. 

-We’re gonna be family now, isn’t that exciting, Brit Brit? -OH YA, IT’S EVERY MOTHER’S DREAM: HER SON GROWING UP AND MARRYING HER BEST FRIEND -I know, right?  -THIS IS SICK! -You’re on to talk, Castor, he’s probably into older women because of you and Brit!  -BRIT WASN’T MY PROFESSOR, TRISTA -I wasn’t Reginald’s professor either, I’m an art prof! So I’m broke to boot!  -I’m gonna go lie down. -Ya, right behind you, darling, but I think I’m gonna vomit first! Which is a shame because I just ate some excellent quail’s legs! 

Brit is acting up against this marriage like a rebellious teen, soaping her own gaudy fountain.

-That will teach Reginald! 

It really won’t!

LOL @ SHOWING UP IN YOUR SWEATPANTS, COME ON BRIT

-I WILL NEVER ACCEPT THIS. 

What about now that Reggie gave birth to a beautiful ginger half-alien bb named BRITANNICUS? (I figured Half Alien Prof knocking him up made canon sense, hehe.)

-Ok, I accept this🖤

Good! Time for our final household!

Sugar and Claire! They adopted a bunch of Wulf’s 30 pets and moved into this beautiful house that I of course didn’t build.

Sugar autonomously knocked Claire up the literal second they moved in so we had a shotgun wedding..

..catered by Claire!

-What are these salads you guys are eating?? -Oh uh.. we kinda brought them with us.  -WHY -Uhh.. We don’t feel worthy of your food? -AWWWW. That’s true, you’re not! 

Sugar actually started the military career at like level 8 thanks to his insane college grades and I was like wtf??

-I got fired :(

Ya, that’s more like it.

Claire is also doing shockingly well, she’s a lvl 9- 

-And I’ll be a level 10 once I figure out how ovens work!

-and she gives birth to a beautiful bb whom Sophito attempts to kidnap after showing up uninvited, wtf. Anyway, the bb is a boy and I name him Spice! Now Claire has Sugar, Spice, and everything nice :)

I don’t know what drugs Sophito is clearly on because it appears he came over to legit.. help the new parents? Like he fed Spice and then started cleaning? Very shocking stuff in this family.

Sugar is a really good parent, I don’t know where the fuck he could have possibly learned this but it’s super cute!

AND HE TOPS HIS CAREER AND GETS THIS INSANE BONUS. YAS

I’m so proud of you!!! And boy was that cavalier hat doing a lot of heavy lifting when it came to your face. 

Spice grows up and the Don nose claims another generation :(

-Ah, I’m so glad my son is learning this at age 2 and not age 12 like I did :)

Claire is skilling like crazy because let me tell you, she is UNQUALIFIED AS FUCK. Like legit Wyatt-tier when he started as a SWAT Team Leader and was missing half the necessary skill points..

..and it turns out to be a complete time waste because she tops her career by chance card LOL

Congrats, Claire!!! 

-I knew I’d make it! Claire’s Frozen Meat Delights™ is going global! 

It sure is! Globally banned! What a perfect day, I’m sure nothing will ruin it! Why am I hearing hearts??

Oh right, it’s because SUGAR IS BANGING JESSICA PICASSO WHOM HE BROUGHT OVER FROM WORK

WHAT THE FUCK SUGAR

-I couldn’t help it, we practically have the same face!

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU OMG 

-My genes! 

BRUH. Real talk I legit didn’t know what the fuck to do with this, I haven’t felt as bad as I did for Claire since DANIEL. I think this is very true to life too, like how many hot girls ‘give a chance’ to some fug guy because he was nice/funny/whatever and he ends up cheating?? Fucking hell.

I quickly decide there’s no coming back from this because I even stopped Sugar and then he went back and BANGED JESSICA AGAIN and is full on in love with her:

ONE BOLT. 1 VS 3 WITH CLAIRE. I CANNOT WITH THIS LOSER- 

-so I invite Jessica over so Claire can catch them, this is truly BULLSHIT.

Claire loves him so much she’s straight up heartfarting over him WHILE DIVORCING HIM. HE’S THE WORST

And poor Spice goes into aspiration failure because he had a fear of his parents divorcing, amazing! Great job, Sug!

-WAAAAAAAAH I CAN’T BELIEVE HAVING AN AFFAIR RUINED MY FAMILY, THAT’S NOT WHAT I LEARNED GROWING UP

GET OUT OF HERE SUGAR

Poor Claire immediately goes to teach Spice to talk so she can repair his aspiration..

..and beats up Jessica’s dumb ass. She then rolls the want to go on a date and I’m like don’t have to tell me twice:

WILFRED IS BACK LOL. Bro I still cannot fucking BELIEVE this has happened, Sugar was so loyal the entire time, I think once he got married it triggered the Cyn genes?? I have no other explanation for it. 

Now the question arises, what the fuck to do with Sugar, because I’m not playing a single Sugar household. So, with a heavy heart: 

-It’s ok, bro! -You’re not judging me for destroying my family for no reason whatsoever? :( -Of course not, who am I to judge?

-Sophito’s right, honey, your family, including your dad’s hot ass, will always be here for you with no judgment! Because we have absolutely no room to judge💗

-SUGAR YOU’RE A FUCKING DISGRACE. RUNNING OUT ON YOUR FAMILY LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT, WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU  -I DIDN’T RUN, I WAS KICKED OUT! -SHUT YOUR STUPID TRAP. WE HAVE NOWHERE TO PUT YOU SO YOU’RE SLEEPING IN THE CRYPT WITH SANDY. NOW FUCK OUTTA HERE, I HAD TO INTERRUPT MY WOLF-WAITING TO BERATE YOU 

Sugar happily heads off to work the next morning along with Sophito but I’m not seeing him getting in the car..

..and it’s because JOJO STOPPED HIM TO DO THAT AUTONOMOUS LECTURE INTERACTION. I CANNOT

-Listen here, you absolute disappointment, as long as I’m head of this family you’re gonna be paying rent to live in my crypt! -Well that won’t be very long, you’re 108! -Sophie is gonna be head after me, so good luck with that! Now fork over that 55k bonus! 

-I don’t have that, Claire got it in the divorce! -YOU FUCKING WHAT. SO WHAT DO YOU HAVE -The 20k I moved in with :( -THAT’S AUTOMATIC -I know :( -GET OUT OF MY SIGHT 

Welcome home, Sugar!

Same, Sandy, same. 

#gen 4 #ts2

[angeryed]

Op. 2 no. 5

Word count: 1541 // 100% sfw // mentions of alcohol

Author’s note: this is my first piece mainly about Fanny and Felix Mendelssohn. Please note that this is not a reflection of their character and should not be regarded as such. This is only an inspiration of their real character personalities as I try to make references to a slight part of what they have truly experienced. I hope you enjoy!

Much feedback is appreciated (´,,•ω•,,)♡

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Fanny was a composer. She was meant to be in the ballroom serving everyone as per custom.

Melodies and harmonies spiralled from her fingertips as easy as her breaths rolled from her nose and fluttered in the air. At three she could compose and at ten, she led concerts day in and day out. As a composer should be, she thought. As a composer should be.

Alongside her training to be a good housewife for her dear Wilhelm Hensel, she played, played, played and played the piano.

Despite how many times the Hensels said, “no, Fanny, greet Wilhelm!” Or “stop playing or else your future will be gone!”Fanny still played as Felix played with her. Leading concerts here and there and avoiding the Hensels’ scrutiny, she had fun and made music right under the Hensels’ noses which only sniffed and snorted.

“Make your child behave like a real woman!” The Hensels said, “or else we might remove everything music related from her life once she’s married!”

“Will do Mrs. Hensel, will do,” Felix answered for his father. “We won’t make you regret choosing her as the bride.”

“I’d rather not!” Mrs. Hensel, Wilhelm’s mother, sniffed. “But one more toe out the line, and she’ll regret even having musical talents to begin with!”

“And don’t you chuckle at me, Felix!” She continued as she snapped the smile from his face. “Once she performs in public alone again, the only thing she’ll ever play in our household is some yarn and string!”

“That was absolutely splendid, Fanny!” Felix said. “Do play again! Play again! Play again!”

She paused; pondering the now silent keyboard before her. Strings still vibrated from the melodies she sang.

“I have other duties to attend to,” Fanny said, flipping her scribbled manuscripts. “I’m a lady, Felix. I have to focus on my actual goal.”

Before her brother frowned again, she continued —

“I’ve a husband to find. I'm going to be a housewife soon.”

“What about your music?” Felix retorted, waving the money Fanny earned from her pieces. “They don’t know you write music and I published them in my name.”

He held Fanny’s hands. “You could continue.”

“I could?”

A letter lined with velvet and class subdued her tears. “For you, Fanny,” Felix whispered. “Be there, tonight.”

“And you will stay at home!”

“Why do I have to do this?” Fanny said. “Why do I—”

“You will keep our name clean!” Father raised a pointed finger at me. Each fibre of it shook until his nails went white. “And you will do as I tell you!”

“I am—”

Felix gazed back at her, twisting the skin of his ring finger.

“You said I could!”

The banging door locked away any way Felix could leave. “You said that!” Fanny shouted. “And look what it did, Felix.” He glanced away.

“Look what it did!”

Fanny raised her voice when Felix grabbed a hold of her music.

“And don’t you dare touch it!”

“What am I to do then?” Felix retorted, biting back his tears. “What am I to do about what is your fault?”

“My fault?” Fanny spat. “My fault?”

“You’re not suited for this, Fanny. You can’t perform concerts anymore,” Felix sat beside Fanny, who cowered on the ground, “and I’m sorry for instilling that hope in you.”

Felix offered Fanny his hand. “Come on, go back to your room with me. You can still compose, just don’t perform like what father—”

“Leave, Felix,” Fanny managed to sniffle through gritted teeth. She hugged her knees as tight as she could until her dress tore at the sides.

“Fanny, get up. Please.”

“And I said leave!”

Before sinking onto the ground again, she glared straight into her brother’s face — the same lips which sang as they played piano, whose tongue lisped against the irregular curvature of complicated words and phrases; and whose gaze, drooped into a glance and later a glimpse when his repertoire got boring, pupils later fluttering as quickly away from the sheet music as his little fingers across the keyboard.

“Fanny, I insist—”

“And I,” she whimpered, controlling the uneven hitches agpt her larynx, “you leave.”

Felix dipped his head before her as he left. “Dinner’s coming in an hour.”

“Do you think she finally listened?”

“Fanny? I hope so…

“You really shouldn’t be so harsh on her, dad. She’s been crying in her room for the past hour.”

“Anyway,” Father said, staring straight at Felix. “She cannot go to the party. Her finacé’s family is there. Think of the scandals! Think of it all!”

In the cobblestone streets leading to the ball, pages of sheet music thumped against the backs of countless composers.

“Need a ride, miss?“

“I’m fine, thank you sir,” Fanny replied, unpacking her bag. “I’m a guest performer. Here’s my invitation.”

“F. Mendelssohn?” The guard replied, holding the card in his hand followed by a crowd of laughs and leers.

“Fanny Mendelssohn, sir,” Fanny added. “I’m the composer of that family. Felix is only my little brother.”

Gazing back up at her, he smiled, “right this way.”

Being led to the piano, Fanny was a composer. Fanny was a composer. Fanny was a composer. She kept reminding herself as she sat on the piano stool.

After all those years of preparing for being a housewife, her hands kept trickling out the music from her mind, bleeding into bandages of sheet music and fluttering up in the air. With every performance, each note folded into the ventricles of people’s hearts as motifs conjoined into their veins and pumped blood in their veins.

“They lived because of me,” Fanny thought. “And they shall again.”

And for that moment, she played. Amidst the crowd with everyone to gape at her, to raise eyebrows and clap at her mumps across the piano as their tears fuelled her encore.

She could.

“I could, I could, I could!” Thought Fanny as her keys laughed, cheered and clapped her mind’s whispers out loud.

After her waltzes and nocturnes, she hastened to bring out her lieders.

Readying them on the stand as the crowd hissed to a silence—

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you Fanny Mendelssohn’s piano solo of Italien.”

Her heart prepared for another rush of adrenaline — the rush of laughter and flame, engulfed in all of it like alcohol. Wrapped in music bars, her mind spun again and again—

“Fanny playing Felix’s work?”

“It’s my work,” Fanny answered.

Before the gasps subsided, a virtuosic strum on the piano broke free with her breaths. As she continued her adrenaline reached the brim —

“Stop this!” Some people from the audience spoke. “How do we know you wrote it?”

“I wrote it!” Fanny said. “And I’m so tired of being called over and over and over about what I ought to do!”

She continued playing the piano, even as whispers disrupted the piano’s resonance and jammed her mind with disturbances.

“Fanny Mendelssohn!” A voice shouted before her. “You are to wed the Hensel family! What are you going to do once they find out about this?”

“That I’m a renowned composer? Leave! Father, leave!” Fanny said as she continued her pieces.

A bunch of drunkards in the ball shooed her family away. Satisfied, alcohol pumped through Fanny’s music as she slurred her pieces alongside her voice which often accompanied her lieders.

“See, everyone?” She hiccuped, making a sloppy run across the keyboard in the middle of the night. “Especially you, Mrs. Hensel. I’m to wed your son tomorrow, and look at me! I’m even more talented than my brother, Felix!”

Adding some trills and ornaments to her nocturnes, she shot out again at the Hensel family, a sober blur in the drunken mist and fatigue. “Wouldn’t you want me for a wife, Wilhem darling? Wouldn’t you… wouldn’t you?”

The ground reached for her first after her vomiting on the keyboard. Falling before her fiancé’s feet, spit trickling on her hands, still clutching some manuscripts, she whispered, “wouldn’t you be grateful for such a prodigy?”

In the carriage ride back to the Hensel estate, Wilhelm met Fanny with the same respectful nods and greetings as before.

“I thought, Wilhelm dear,” snorted Fanny, “that you’d hate me for what I did… even I would see how improper I was today.

“Don’t you worry, darling,” replied Wilhelm upon reaching his home. “After taking in consideration your abilities, you’d be best to participate in concerts for the rest of your life.”

The moment those words were uttered out, Fanny, carrying that pungent smell of vomit and liquor, thanked him saying, “I’ve always wanted this… I’ve always… always…”

A fireplace to sit by, and some soup to warm her stomach, still growling for sleep.

“Anything else you need, dear?” Fanny called. “There’s a piano for you down the hall if you want it.”

Fanny searched for the slightest twitch of discomfort in every guest at the ball, carrying a map of the ball if anyone needed it.

“Excuse me, lady, where are the refills?”

“Down the hall to the left, sir,” she replied to a gentleman as she led Felix to the performance room.

Fanny was a composer as everyone said. A composer meant to be in a ballroom, serving the public as per custom.

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I hope y’all liked it (:

Leave a request about which composers/people I should write about next if you want to ʘ̥ꀾʘ̥

(ฅ'ω'ฅ) Ps I never sleep so feel free to send me a dm any time of the day

#chopin #classical music #creative writing #classical music memes #mendelssohn #felix mendelssohn #fanny mendelssohn #classic literature #music memes #classical composers #romantic literature #prose #romantic era #piano music

[astralforecast]

anchors for mind awake body sleep

In the beginning stage before you start to fall asleep, your perceptions are of the physical world. As you progress into sleep, you transition off of your physical perceptions and onto mental/dreamed perceptions instead.

There are two main types of anchors (physical and mental).

1. Physical anchors are perceptions in your physical environment. For example: - The sound of a fan, music, noise machine, or other sound in your bedroom (anything you can fall asleep to). - The tactile feeling of a blanket or other object you can feel as you fall asleep. - A visual you can watch as you fall asleep, such as a light in the room.

2. Mental anchors, which are internal perceptions in your mind. For example: - An imaginary sound or music in your head that's easy to follow without heavy focus. - An imagined tactile sense, or sense of movement/motion that you imagine in your mind, like imagining yourself swimming or swaying back and fourth gently in a hammock - A visual that you perceive/think about in your mind's eye such as a flame, lights, or symbols (if you have aphantasia, you can use any other senses or a physical anchor).

Here are different ways an anchor can transition as you fall asleep: A) An anchor may change as it progresses into a dream. For example, the light may increase or decrease in brightness or change color. Objects can morph and transform into other objects. Things may move or change position. Sounds can become louder, quieter, or change pitch/rhythm/melody.  B) An anchor (especially physical ones) may fade out or shut off completely from your perception as it's replaced by a dream. If this happens, there's no need to hold onto the anchor that vanishes. Simply turn your attention to the dream. This is especially common with physical anchors because the process of falling asleep is that of the shutting off your physical senses to replace with dreams. C) Your perception of an anchor may follow you into a dream without changing. For example, if you're watching a light in the corner of your bedroom, that light may eventually become a dream, but still appear the same. If it's a physical light and someone in your household turns the real light off, you might not notice—because your dreamed perception of the light has replaced the real thing. D) An anchor (especially mental ones) may increase in vividness as you fall asleep. Physical perception are normally more vivid when we are awake, but mental perceptions are more vivid in dreams. Therefore, a mental anchor is likely to become more and more realistic until it's just as vivid as waking experiences. Note: this also applies to sound, touch, etc. and not just visuals.

As you start to fall asleep with your anchor, you may notice some subtle changes in your body and mind. Simply notice the signs that you are about to enter physical asleep. These can vary from person to person, but here are some common signs of upcoming sleep onset: - Your thoughts may start to wander more than usual, become more abstract/bizarre, and you might notice brief moments of amnesia. - Your breathing and/or heart rate may slow down naturally. - You may feel a jerking motion in your hand or other part of your body (referred to as a hypnic jerk). - You might make a small involuntary sound, like a mumble. - Your might suddenly feel cold and need to pull up a blanket (body temperature decrease). - You may start to hear sounds, see visuals, or feel sensations that aren't really there (hypnagogia and dream formation).

If you experience these signs, it means you're in the process of falling asleep and may even technically be asleep already.

SOURCE

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[popculturelib]

Bamboo Girl (issue #8) is a zine by Sabrina Margarita Sandata (also known as Sabrina Margarita Alcantara-Tan), a queer mestiza Pilipino* writing about her life in 1990s New York City. The zine emphasizes Asian & Asian-American and queer experiences, containing interviews, mythology, articles, letters, and reviews. Frustrated by a lack of representation of Asian women outside of infantilizing and fetishizing magazines, Alcantara-Tan started Bamboo Girl to fill the gap and talk about her own experiences being queer, mixed, and punk. A transcription of the text is below the read more.

*The terms "mestiza" and "Pilipino" are taken from an article Alcantara-Tan wrote for Frontiers: A Journal of Women Studies in 2000 describing "The Herstory of 'Bamboo Girl' Zine." You can find it on @jstor at this link.

The Browne Popular Culture Library (BPCL), founded in 1969, is the most comprehensive archive of its kind in the United States.  Our focus and mission is to acquire and preserve research materials on American Popular Culture (post 1876) for curricular and research use. Visit our website at https://www.bgsu.edu/library/pcl.html.

Magandang Araw!

(That’s “Good Day!” in “You’ll-have-to-create-a-gun-to-conquer-us” Pilipino)

Since the past issue, I’ve been living bone dry, and trying to suck money out of rocks. I don’t want any violins playing in the background or anything, I’m sure things will be changing with the new year! But that’s what prolonged me to get this baby to you.

I thought I’d share that I got hitched. Yes, you stronghold dykes, to a guy. He’s a good person, and it’s an interesting lifestyle to have after being in “obvious” dykeness and queerdom beforehand (just because you get married doesn’t mean that your queerdom evaporates like water or was never there in the first place – I write more about this later, I’ll shut up about it now). The reason I introduce this is because it affects my life (duh), subsequently my writing, and has already changed my “status” within certain lesbian “pro-queer” circles. Let’s just say I’m really learning who my friends are and learning more about my own perceptions of what queer means – like, if you still are after getting married. To me, that’s a redundant question, because if you are to begin with, you still are when goin’ down that runway.

For a change, I actually didn’t mind spending the xmas holidays with my parents. It was the first time that we actually had fun while opening presents – before, it felt so superficial, such a “let’s pretend were a happy family although we really hate each other” feeling. Forcing smiles into the camera. When I was younger, I was always jealous of the “All-American family” lifestyle, where your mom is like Mrs. Cleaver, your dad plays ball with you in your backyard.

In contrast, my mom and I hated each other (we still have differences, but it’s better now) and my dad was never home. Now, older and more aware of cultural differences between how my parents brought me up vs. being in a “typical” White American household (whatever that means), I have a better idea of where my parents came from. Not to say I agreed with it, but at least I understand.

Also, for the first time, I pushed myself to interact with others at a xmas party so that people would feel better. My mom had guests over, and everyone was pretty quiet because there was really nothing to do and some of my mom’s friends were dealing with some heavily family problems. So I dragged out karaoke machine out of the basement (practically every Pinoy family had one, yes we do!) and started belting out melodies with my un-warmed-up voice. Then I had people take turns picking stuff to sing. Oh Christ, we were laughing because a good majority of us sucked.

It was funny too, being that this was the first time I was spending time in Pittsburgh as a married girl. I was expecting my mom to say to my counterpart, “go sleep in the spare room,” like she used to whenever I’d visit Pgh. with ex’s. But she didn’t this time. And I was like, “Of yeah. That’s right. I’m married now. She can’t say anything!” I laughed to myself for a while after that.

I also learned a lot about my personality while staying with my parents. I had all our Hi 8 movies, the ones my mom and dad took of my bro, sis and I, transferred to VHS. I forgot I had it done until I saw the title in our drawer and stuck it into the VCR late one night. I had my parents join my dude and I. One thing I found out was how evident peoples’ personalities are so early on in life, and how they’re not so different to how you [page 2] turn out. My baby brother was quiet and had no emotion on his face, except when he freaked out once smiling so much he drooled. In contrast, I was always aware of the camera, my playmates, hyper, active, waving, giving attitude, smiling and running around. Damn, I don’t remember being so happy at that age. Either that, or I was already aware of the “look nice” conditioning my mom was into. It was pretty funny, seeing my mom with her long ironed hair (it’s naturally curly), and my dad with his sideburns and black rimmed glasses, looking like cool Bruce Lee.

As usual, I’ve been sticking my finger into many pies, and having fun doing it…

Performance art and speaking at colleges, which is always fun – I love hanging out with college kids, they’ve got a lot on their minds, are really proactive and ask questions.

Making video shorts. My most recent one where I was taught how to set up camp at a jungle survival training course in the Philippines, led by an Aeta (the indigenous Pilipinos); this was part of my footage taken while on my trip to the Philippines in Subic (before Dick Gordon got ousted.)

GOODIES FOR THE BAMBOO-ETTES AND BAMBOO-INOS THIS ISSUE:

I’m really lucky to be able to have the following peeps contribute such stuff to this issue… ENJOY!

Interviews with:

Musician/artist/creator extraordinaire Joey Ayala! Yes, the one and only!

Bagong Pinay’s webstresses Elke Aspillera and Perla Daly talk about creating the first interactive website that talks about the New Pilipina – OUTSIDE of the context of mail order brides (hold onto your hats!)

Dr. Zieba Shorish-Shamley, Director of Women’s Alliance for Peace and Human Rights in Afghanistan (WAPHA)!

And articles by:

Cookie H. on a personal experience of mental illness; Christine and Amy, 2 Korean adoptees of White families speak frankly about her experiences growing up.

Love and in the struggle,

[Signature of Sabrina Margarita Sandata in cursive, dates 1/99]

Sabrina Margarita Sandata

(Sandata is the Tagalog word for weapon, and commonly refers to bolo-looking knives that are used for regular around the house chores, but are also effective for lopping peoples’ heads off, depending on your inclination)

P.S.>> No Tagalog For the Novice this Issue, but look for it in Bamboo Girl #9! Wahoo!

Good things:

Reel Wild Cinema

Performance Fleece commercials

Kajagoogoo

Kimora Lee of One World

sleep

Scary Things:

80’s music is now “retro” (boy do I feel old!)

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Table of Contempts

Interviews:

9             joey ayala

30           bagong pinay

70           dr. zieba shorish-shamley

14           hetero hell or being a video extra

44           married & queer

19           2 korean adoptees by while families tell their stories: christine & amy

18           the acculturation of asiatic tattoos by non-asians

47           many more silences to be broken by cookie hiponia

42           million youth march angers asian americansby (sic) doualy xaykaothao

8             rally against street beat sweatshops!

26           resource list for puerto rican political prisoners and prisoners of war

24           real-life inspired by jen sun

29           things lola (gramma) taught me

74           pinay beauty gone berserk

46           greedy bisexuals illo by rachel house

13           compilation by & about asian/american women

17           sexeh illo of allison (deep lust) by jane

75           being a “person of color” at rutgers freshman orientation

27           southern justic (sic) prevails: black panther activist returned to solitary confinement

43           anti-homosexual hate crimes letter/gay pride at Pinoy independence day parade d.c.

25           working our world by painting it

6             random illo on period gore by rachel house

50           denny’s update

52           neo-nazi thugs offer their services to pauline hanson

54           fellow asian thoughts

55           something I got at the festival of resistance

67           suggested reads

7             terrorific mythology from the philippines

23           angst column: why asians are all either f.o.b.’s or “pass as white” and other lies

73           stupid stereotype #8

76           martial arts: tools for everyday martial arts / postings by guros on bogus pinoy martial arts teachers

68           bamboo shoots (getting the word out)

56           letters

80           reviews

5             calling all asian brothers & sisters!

#bgsu #bamboo girl #queer #pride month #zines

[gracesparisadventure]

Historic Church and Religious Diversity

I love the great diversity of people from all backgrounds in Paris. It has allowed me to experience many different cultures in one city. It is extremely enriching to observe what practices many individuals incorporate into their daily lives. Growing up in a Christian home in West Michigan, I was not exposed to a significant amount of religious diversity in my own community. My grandparents are Italian and my dad was raised in the Roman Catholic church. My great grandfather on my mom’s side was a preacher and she was raised in the Protestant church. When my brother and I were born, my parents decided to commit to the Roman Catholic church, send my brother and I through faith fromation classes and first communion, and attend mass weekly. I have always had a strong faith and also enjoy seeing how others incorporate faith into their own lives!

Additionally, during our time in Paris, we had the privilege of experiencing a Roman Catholic mass and exploring a mosque. While I grew up in a Christian household and attend mass frequently, it was absolutely fascinating to experience a service in Paris at St. Eustache. The grandiosity of the beautiful cathedral left me in complete awe. The stained glass windows were stunning as the mid-morning sun shone through them and the ceiling reached an incredible height. I was also fascinated by the sheer size of the pipe organs and the beautiful melodies that reverberated around the church throughout mass. Although I was generally able to follow the order of the mass, it was extremely interesting to experience it in a different language. Aside from our class trips, I was able to explore Paroisse Saint-Merry on my own time. Even though this church is also Roman Catholic, it was siginificantly different from St. Eustache. While the church was incredibly beautiful, it was not quite as massive and grand as St. Eustache. I was able to visit it right before mass began during the afternoon of Sunday, May 28th. The church was under partial construction which greatly limitied my ability to view the altar, but its ceilings and architecture were magnificent. Stepping into any Parisian church immediately turns my mind to hisotry!

Our class trip to the Grande Mosquée de Paris was amazing! It was my first time entering a mosque and I was thrilled to take it all in. The architecture and designs were beautiful, created in a traditional, Moroccan style. As we stepped into the mosque, I immediately noticed how peaceful and tranquil the atmosphere was. It was extremely quiet, aside from birds chirping and leaves rustling in the central garden, in order for people to gather and focus on God. The intricate patterns of the colorful tiles, gorgeous fountains, and open-air spaces all added to the overall tranquility. Since the muslim population is substantial in Paris, it is extremely important for them to have a place to come gather and worship together. 

The experience of visiting a mosque and visiting a French Catholic church varied greatly from my religious experience at home. While it was not what I am accustomed to, it only strengthed my faith and demonstrated that our amazing God is working across the globe in many ways. Being in a religiously diverse city allowed me to expand my West Michigan perspective and learn more about those that do not have the same customs or beliefs that I do. I was incredibly thankful to have the opportunity to grow in my own faith by experiencing it globally. 

While a significant part of Paris’ population is religious in some form, there is a clear divide between the church and the government. French laicité calls for no ties between the government, public life, etc. and religious affiliations. Citizens are free to worship how they desire and participate in their chosen religion (or no religion). This idea encourages less division between the people and decreased emphasis on religious ties. While this idea generally satisfies most of the citizens, it may cause a decrease in individuality and the celebration of differences. It was fascinating to see how common Roman Catholicism is in this part of the world and how France approaches religious differences (701 words).

[musicon]

A Post-Rock Gem: Listening to Tom's Story All Over Again

Photo by Bandcamp

Album review by Sam Capulong

Post-rock, otherwise known as math rock, has been a growing genre of music in the Filipino indie community for the past few years. Increasing in prominence with the rise of bands like Legarda or Monochrome spearheading the atmospheric sounds of post-rock.  The spotlight on the genre continued to grow, and slowly more rock bands began breaking into the scene: Tom’s Story being one such example. 

Tom’s Story was a three-person band consisting of a guitarist (Tom Naval), bassist (Gabba), and drummer (Degs De Guia) specializing in a unique style of non-vocal/instrumental math rock. Debuting back in 2016 with their eponymous album, Tom’s Story, the band had amassed a large following within the local indie music scene for the youthful and energetic pull of their sound. The group itself was formed when the three bandmates were still in college. Drawn by the powerful storytelling of their wordless musical narratives, it didn’t take long for Tom’s Story to be a household name in the OPM community. A little less than two years after their initial run, however, the group met a regrettable end due to the sexual scandals involving Tom Naval— ultimately leading to the group’s disbandment on January 3, 2019. Despite such history, their music continues to permeate through the music community; with Gabba continuing their career as a soloist.

I first discovered the band a little over a month ago through the recommendations of a friend, who is extremely well-versed in the local music scene of the Philippines. We had been casually hanging out when they started playing Tom’s Story in the background, and there was something that had struck me about this album. Firstly, I couldn’t help but notice how amazing the instrumentals of their songs were, with the guitar riffs harmoniously blending with the beats of the drum complimented by the deep sound of the bassline. Despite only having three instruments (and to my surprise, no lyrics!) there was a clear intensity and emotion evoked from the sound of their melodies, it made me feel like this was the kind of music I’d have playing as the soundtrack of my life. True to its name, the album did a good job of immersing the audience in the story of someone’s life. The band has a way of clearly narrating their experiences without the use of any vocals, the lack of lyrics (one can argue) actually makes for a more captivating listen as our focus is then directed towards the electrically complex melodies. 

Tom’s Story was, unfortunately, the band’s first and only released album, with around two to three minor singles prior to such. They were anticipated to release more music, but for the majority of the band’s active years, they were participating in a variety of gigs including major stages like Wanderland in 2017. Nevertheless, the lack of discography doesn’t change how impressive this album was in itself. Tom’s Story itself is very thematic, circling around the concept of, well, stories. As such Tom’s Story was conceptualized, inspired, and made with a story behind every track. Anchors, for example, is a personal and fan-favorite being the very first track of the album; it starts off soft with a light and playful guitar sound and builds to something more adventurous as the layers of sound just build. Another stand-out track was Feathers, despite being the fastest and most playful song in the whole album it actually holds very bittersweet memories behind it — according to Gabba, “it’s about coming into terms, acceptance,” The last track of the album is another favorite of mine. Entitled Mugatu after the protagonist of Zoolander, it gives this deep and exciting buildup that signifies the end of a journey; this song brings Tom’s story full circle referencing the first few notes of Anchors in it as well. 

Overall, Tom’s Story was quite a cohesive album, not only did the music grow on you but it also leaves lasting impressions on its listeners. The consistency of the tones played a large role in the storytelling of the album, tying in all the songs and keeping the theme of it strong all throughout. There weren’t any noticeably bad tracks, in fact, fans on music streaming websites like Bandcamp would write comments such as:

Ryan Bigham: bought it after listening to the first song. incredibly happy and melodic tunes. Favorite track: Seyda Neen.

INcognito_alfred: After a day's listening just HAD to add this to the collection. Melodies that sparkle and cheer the soul. <3 Favorite track: Anchors.

the bread guy: Hands down one of the best math rock albums I've ever heard. Loved it from the first run. The breaks and bends at the end of the closer are sheer bliss My Favorite track: Mugatu. Even years after their disbandment, Tom’s Story remains to be the standard of quintessential math rock here in the Philippines. By itself, post-rock is a difficult genre to penetrate and execute, but Tom’s Story gets the basics well and right. From the shifting time signatures and distinct Midwest “emo” sound, the album is extremely classic in the sense it doesn’t deviate too much from what math rock/post-rock is and that’s why it's enjoyable to listen to even as a casual enjoyer.

References

Mary. “Tom Naval Leaves Tom's Story: Dirty Laundry.” uDOu PH. uDOu PH https://udou.ph/wp-content/themes/udou/assets/img/logo.png, January 9, 2019. https://udou.ph/entertainment/dirty-laundry/tom-naval-leaves-toms-story/

“Post-Rock.” Encyclopædia Britannica. Encyclopædia Britannica, inc. Accessed December 8, 2022. https://www.britannica.com/art/post-rock.

“Tom's Story, by Tom's Story.” Tom's Story. Accessed December 8, 2022. https://tomsstory.bandcamp.com/album/toms-story.

“The Story behind Tom's Story.” Lifestyle.INQ, February 5, 2017. https://lifestyle.inquirer.net/253517/story-behind-toms-story/.

[thectegamer]

Summertime Saga is one of the top dating simulators, with immersive graphics and a realistic storyline. There are also more intricate details, intriguing characters, and gripping scenes to discover. Summertime Saga has multiple endings, which I think is awesome because you can replay the game over and over again and never get bored! Summertime Saga is a unique game, but it has a limited number of endings. So, if you're looking for more games like Summertime Saga, it looks like you've seen them all. It's about time for a change of pace. In this article, we list the top 10 games like Summertime Saga. You might find one of them just as good! There are lots of new games out there that are similar to Summertime Saga. Some of the games have themes related to mystical places and others focus on LGBTQ+ content, but they're all really fun and exciting. Top 10 Games Like Summertime Saga If you’re tired of Summertime Saga and want a new second-life simulation game, we have a list you can dig into. For those looking for a more calm and simple experience, I would recommend Snow Daze: The Music of Winter, a game about music. It's very different from games like Waifu Academy or Melody which are raunchier in tone. 1. Snow Daze: The Music of Winter Snow Daze: The Music of Winter is one of the music games with a similar gameplay to Summertime Saga. It's got a different storyline though; the game starts up with your character living in an overbearing household. Players take on the role of Jason, a typical teenage boy with musical ambitions and engineering skills. Jason was about to leave the house for good when a snow blizzard came and froze his plans. Now he's still stuck in the house with his stepmom and all three of her daughters. Now is the time to pay back his step-family for all the unnecessary harassment and bullying Jason went through. But is this a good idea? Will it earn Jason the respect he desperately craves? Or make matters worse? This game ends differently depending on what you choose. It's more interesting to watch how the story unfolds based on your choices! 2. Ladykiller in a Bind Ladykiller in a Bind is the perfect choice for women who like Summertime Saga and other queer/lesbian games. The "Ladykiller in a Bind" game is by Christine Love, the game's lead developer, and creator. You can have all kinds of fun fantasies without showing any skin. And there's a deep, dramatic story to explore with some side-splitting dialogue too. The game deals with a girl who was tricked by her twin brother into cross-dressing and taking part in a week-long school cruise holiday. The sister, the Beast, then seeks to take advantage of everything she can in order to win a $5 million prize. There is both suggestive and excessive nudity throughout the game. But you can either censor it or skip it altogether. The game had to alter the final scene so that it doesn't feature a non-consensual sexual encounter, but has been receiving backlash for the inclusion of that controversial part. 3. Waifu Academy Waifu Academy is one of the best games like Summertime Saga online. In terms of animations and gameplay, it’s great. There’s also a plot similarity in that the protagonist of Waifu Academy is also looking to solve the murder of his father while trying to finish his education. But that’s not all! Waifu Academy has about 30 characters in it. They’re mostly students from Sazaki Academy, which is where the majority of scenes take place. Waifu Academy is a game with great 3D visuals and an intriguing storyline. As the game progresses, it makes you wonder if the decisions you've made so far are really the right ones. People say Waifu Academy is a lot more engaging than Summertime Saga. 4. Sisterly Lust Now, this is an interesting game, based on the name alone. The sad part is that it starts out rather sad but becomes increasingly more intense and even has a few surprises along the way. This is about a custody battle between two sisters and the main character.

The mom gets two kids; the dad gets one, and things are never the same. After years of abuse, the mom finally rescues her third daughter from her abusive ex-husband and that’s where everything starts to change. Players now control the 3rd daughter who is very different from her two sisters, one older and one younger. They're cooler, more confident, and sexier than your character. They'll take some getting used to, but will be great sisters. 5. Dreaming of Dana A taboo relationship is always going to be enticing, which is why we're seeing more and more games that include one. Dreaming of Dana could be a good choice if you're in it for the taboo, but they know where to stop. That's why this game is one of those like Summertime Saga. You're the son of a rich businessman, so you've had to grow up fast. One day, you meet Dana and find out that you're in love with your sibling. This is a tough position to be in, but the right decisions are essential to finding a solution that benefits everyone. 6. Harem Party Maybe you should host that unwanted party in an anime universe. There's a game called Harem Party that has the most impressive premise out of all of these other games like Summertime Saga. The protagonist is playing the latest RPG video game when he finds out that the boss is transported to his world. All of a sudden, more enemies start appearing, which makes gameplay much more difficult. More characters from this unnamed RPG start flashing on the screen and it's time for another fight! Moruiji needs you to help her talk to the people that came out of the game, then kill the big boss so you can save the universe. And what about the other characters? The manga girls idolize you and will do anything to please you. They'll also follow your commands and would never betray you. Lock the doors! 7. Amber’s Magic Shop Though there are plenty of games like Summertime Saga online, very few are as attractive (or fun!) as Amber's Magic Shop. The game is set in the city of Isilia where elves live. The protagonist is a bi-sexual elf alchemist who likes to create new compounds. Every time she sees someone, her heart falls for them, regardless of gender. One of the best aspects of this game is that players can choose to play as a crafting simulator or a dating simulator. You can also choose to play as a light elf or a dark elf. Read up on the history of each to find out which is good and which is evil. Or you can just decide for yourself! 8. Coming Out on Top For gay men out there, Coming Out on Top is the best game, like Summertime Saga. It features a protagonist who came out of the closet in their senior year and now wants to make up for lost time with some romance. Friends are there for you, and the game offers many ways to make your player's character unique. There are 18 hunks in this game and you can play through it a total of 7 times (plus 1 secret ending after completion). You also get an opportunity to get to know 10 handsome dudes from your college The game has a lot of graphic scenes and can be intense at moments. 9. A Town Uncovered One of the best VR games similar to Summertime Saga is A Town Uncovered. It can be downloaded free and revolves around an American high school senior. The protagonist has just moved to a new town and is feeling pretty lonely. You must turn their fortunes around and get them back on their feet by introducing them to new friends and activities and maintaining some level of direction in life. There are a lot of people in this new town that are very open and want to share everything. It can certainly take some getting used to! For example, every time someone meets or attends a social gathering, something sexual seems to happen. You also have these powers (which is weird) that depend on the choices you make. One cool thing is that some of the side quests in the small town lead to hidden locations or daring areas. You'll be roaming freely, trying to find these places and it adds an interesting twist to gameplay.

10. Dual Family Dual Family is a storytelling game that has a lot of similarities to Summertime Saga. Your character is the father of two children- a son and his daughter, and your marriage is in distress. Players can either take up the father or the son and make key choices that will guide their family's life. The premise is interesting, but it might get a little too repetitive at times. The gameplay and graphics are great, but some parts might be a bit slow. It’s so long too, so you’ll need to invest some time into it. Conclusion This concludes the list of Top 10 Games Like Summertime Saga In 2022! You have many games to try to choose from that share similarities to Summertime Saga so I recommend having a read and seeing which game sounds the best. Read some of our other reviews: The Top 10 Best Nintendo Switch RPGs In 2022 Top 10 Best Anime Games In 2022 Top 10 Games Like Elden Ring In 2022 Top 10 Best Games Like Code Vein In 2022

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My Life and Wreckinton

Wreckinton is a character in the game "Team Fortress 2" and is based off of How Did Miguel Die On This Is Us? de Icaza's (in any other case referred to as Miguem) life. The creator, who goes by the display screen identify ""DyslexicZeus"" tells us how he has gone from being the very damaged and fragile child to becoming an acclaimed pc programmer.

The Early Years

The weblog part for the article "My Life and Wreckinton" covers the early years of the wreckinton franchise. The blog discusses the importance of household and the way it has formed each Roy and his enterprise. It also discusses Roy's early career in advertising and the way he developed his distinctive fashion.

Playing with a variety of ardour and in love with music

My title is Micheal and I am a musician. I've been playing the violin for about six years now, and have been in love with it ever since. I have always had a ardour for music and it has turn out to be my principal focus in life. Playing the violin has given me so much joy and happiness, and it has additionally given me plenty of experiences that I'd by no means have had if I hadn't picked up the violin. One in every of my favorite experiences was when I used to be in a position to perform at an out of doors live performance with my faculty orchestra. It was such an amazing experience to be on stage with all of my classmates and play our perfect music. It really made me feel proud and achieved, and it was one of the highlights of my educational profession. I all the time enjoy enjoying for people who are prepared to pay attention, because it's such an amazing way to connect with them. Listening to someone else's joy as they listen to your personal music is one thing that really conjures up me. Whenever I am feeling down or struggling with a tough piece, taking part in for somebody at all times brings a smile to my face and makes me feel higher overall. Music has undoubtedly been a big a part of my life, and I am grateful for all of the

The start of the band

The primary time I heard Wreckinton was at a sleepover. My friend’s older brother had the CD and he played it for us. The primary tune, “Soaring,” is my favorite. It has this really catchy melody and I found myself tapping my foot to the beat. We all sang along with the lyrics and it was a lot fun. After that night, I was hooked and wanted to learn more about this band. I did some analysis online and located that Wreckinton is a British rock band formed in 2007. They have released two albums, Freefall (2008) and Great Escape (2011), both of that are actually great. Their music is upbeat and stuffed with vitality, excellent for a summer time day. I like their sound as a result of it’s one thing completely different than what I normally take heed to. The songs are straightforward to listen to and catchy, which makes them great for driving or working out – you possibly can always find something to sing alongside to! I think Wreckinton is an incredible band and their music is definitely worth testing. If you’re ever within the UK or need to hear a few of their music earlier than shopping for

Rise to fame and success for the band

Do you remember while you first heard the music of Wreckinton? If you are like most individuals, the reply is a definite "yes!" The group was formed in 2009 by three mates who had a ardour for making music and placing on reveals. Over time, Wreckinton has consistently put out new music and toured around the country. In this blog section, we'll take a look at how Wreckinton rose to fame and success. Wreckinton is understood for their energetic stay shows and catchy sound. The band's debut album, "Hello World!", was launched in 2009 and shortly grew to become common among fans of indie rock. Their follow-up album, "Songs from an Accidental Revolution", was even more successful, touchdown them spots on multiple national tours and earning them a spot on Billboard's Heatseekers chart. Recently, Wreckinton launched their third album, "The Chronicles of Wreckinton: Volume 1". This highly effective album tells the story of the band's journey from obscurity to mainstream success. Despite its heavy material, the album continues to draw in new followers with its catchy melodies and energetic performances. If you're ever in the realm and wish to see Wreck

Personal struggles and battles with addiction

I'm undecided if I'm alleged to be writing this or not, but right here goes. I have been struggling with addiction for as long as I can remember. It began with smoking cigarettes when I used to be actually young, and then it progressed to drinking alcohol. And then lastly, addictions to medicine. I don't know what received into me, but I couldn't cease. It was all the time a battle for me to stay sober. There were occasions when I might relapse and find yourself using medication again, or drinking heavily, or both. But I all the time managed to get back on track and keep clear for a while. But then something happened that fully modified my life. About four years ago, I was driving dwelling from work and got pulled over for speeding. The cop found out that my license was suspended, so he gave me a ticket and let me go. At the time, I did not know what had happened, however I knew that my license was now suspended indefinitely. That's when all the pieces went downhill for me. Because now, even when I managed to stay sober for a while, at any time when my license would get suspended again it would be recreation over for me. It would

Returning to music at an older age

It's been a while since I've played an instrument. I stopped enjoying when I used to be in high school, and then I bought married and had kids. But now I'm again to music- it is one thing that's always been part of my life. Playing the violin is something that feels actually natural for me, and I really get pleasure from it. It has been great to get back into the practice routine, and it feels great to be working on new songs again.

A new chapter and a new sound for Wreckington

#How Did Miguel Die On This Is Us?

[nationalharryleague]

Saturday Morning

Summary: Y/N and Harry spend a lovely Saturday in bed. 

Genre: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF and a “Two for the Show” extra!! 

Word Count: 2.5K!

A/N: Two for the Show is by far my favorite and the most popular fic I’ve ever written and I just missed my babies so much I had to write an extra for them!! I owe my heart to my loves S @tobesolonely​ and Nat @harrystylescherry​ for reading this for me and reassuring me when I needed it!! I am very rusty so please be nice! You can find more of my writing in my masterlist and I really want to hear what you have to say about this one!!! Also hi soph <3 @theharriediaries

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Saturday mornings had always been Y/N’s favorite.

When she was little, she always woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon coming from the kitchen up the hall (courtesy of her father being an early riser who always got a bit bored in the mornings). As she got older, she spent them sleeping in and trying to recharge from long days at school, basking in whatever peace she could get before exiting her room into the chaos of her loving--but crowded--household. When she got to college, Saturday mornings were reserved for dealing with hangovers, and once she moved to LA and her career began to take off, it was the only time she had for herself in her busy schedule.

Her love for Saturdays had only grown since she had moved in with Harry.

They always woke up slowly, basking in the quiet of their bedroom and the soft glow created by the light that streamed through the small crack in their blackout curtains. The pair were often a tangle of limbs by the morning, pressed together as close as they possibly could get, both of them feeling at their most relaxed when they could feel their partner’s heartbeat against their own. Sometimes someone woke up with an elbow to the ribs, but most of the time Y/N’s cheek was pressed up against Harry’s shoulder, her face buried into his neck, with his arm draped around her waist and tightly holding her to him like she might roll away in the middle of the night.

That morning she woke up to Harry’s curls tickling her nose. He had been growing them out slightly, letting them fall to a middle part that gently flicked out at the bottom. It reminded her of when he had hosted SNL a few years prior and she adored it. It was just the right length to sink her fingers into and hold on to him. But she did not appreciate it pulling her out of her beauty sleep.

She had wiggled away from the wispy hairs, trying to get her face away from the tickling strands when she felt Harry’s hands clamp down on her waist, refusing to let his girl slip away from his grasp.

“Stay,” he rasped, clearly still half asleep and mumbling in a way she knew no one else could have understood. “You’re warm.”

“I’m not leaving,” she murmured, maneuvering her way onto her other side and pressing her back against his chest. “Just adjusting.”

“But I like holding you that way.”

“Hold me this way.”

“Yes, sir,” he smirked against the back of her neck, delicately placing a few kisses to her skin while he was there. “You just wanted to be the little spoon.”

A sleepy but mischievous smile crawled onto her lips as she snuggled further into her pillow, eyes still closed in hopes of keeping the day away just a little bit longer. “Maybe I did. What are you going to do about it?”

The second his hands moved to her waist she knew what was about to happen. A squeal left her lips as his fingers began to move rapidly at her sides, pulling loud and boisterous laughter from her chest. Sleep was a dream of the past now, but she was sure she wouldn’t trade this moment for the world.

When Harry was gone--either on tour, work trips, or the occasional solo visit to see his family--she missed him like crazy. She still remembers the empty heartache she felt when he had gone on the next leg of the tour without her when they were still brand new. She had to be in LA for her now exploding career (thanks Harry), but daily phone calls and incessant texting could only do so much when the person she was quickly falling in love with--for real this time--was on another continent. By some miracle, she had made him feel the same way about her as she did him through a screen.

She always felt like he had taken a piece of her with him when he was gone. He did if you counted the small hidden tattoo of her first initial that had found its way onto his ribs after their (actual) two year anniversary.

The feeling of missing him never left when he was gone. She imagined he felt the same whenever she was on tours or work trips of her own.

While her body fought against his tickling touch, her heart melted into it. These moments, on (usually) quiet saturday mornings, meant the world to her. This was a time that was just theirs, belonging to no one else but them. Their joy and love took place in private, as privacy became something the couple had been increasingly possessive of as of late.

Harry’s loud and giddy laughter behind her sounded like a perfect melody and she could feel his chest heaving against her back as he rolled onto his back and brought her with him. Their comforter was now tangled around them, wrapping the pair together in a way neither of them could move with Y/N’s thrashing. He finally ended his torture when she whezed out between giggles that she was going to pee herself.

“Okay, I’ll stop,” he relented, letting his hands leave her sides to reach them across his stomach and hold her body tightly on top of his. “We both know how you pee your pants.”

“Harry Edward Styles, it happened one time three years ago after nearly an entire bottle of tequila! How long are you going to hold onto that and bring it up?”

“Until it’s not funny anymore,” he snickered.

“You know what’s also funny? When you got so sloshed you were crawling under tables at the BRITs. Or that time that you got so drunk that you sent  Jeff a dick pic by accident because you thought you were sending it to me. Or that other time-”

“That’s enough!” he announced, playfully clamping a hand down over her mouth, and releasing her mouth and a disgusted ‘blegh’ when she ran her tongue up his palm.

“Behave Styles,” she teased as she inched her way up his body, resting her head on his shoulder and snaking her fingers up into his hair, giving it a gentle tug as a warning.

“You know I like it when you pull my hair like that, so how about you behave, Styles?”

“That’s Y/L/N-Styles to you,” she teased, but she couldn’t fend off the giant grin that found its way to her lips at the mention of their still very recent nuptials.

The wedding had been small, very small, with only their immediate families and best friends in attendance. While their relationship had started in (and for) the focus of the public eye, they both decided their wedding was going to be just between them and those that mattered most. They didn’t wear their rings in public and no magazines had leaked or published that they were married yet. The day that it became public information was inevitable, but at the moment, the two relished in their little secret.

She felt a swell of love within her as she thought about her husband, sliding out of his grip and onto the bed beside him so she could finally see his face. His eyes were always a little puffy in the morning, a sight shadow of stubble decorating his cheeks if he had shaved the morning prior, but his tired smile was always the same. His pink lips lazily perked up to the left, his deep dimple appearing as if to say ‘good morning,’ and his two front teeth that always reminded her of an adorable bunny made their first appearance of the day. His smile usually disappeared quickly though, morphing into a pout and asking for a kiss.

How could she ever say no?

She settled a hand onto his bare chest and propped herself up to reach her lips to his. Their mouths moved with a well practiced gentle love and passion for each other, Harry’s hands coming to rest on her heating cheeks. She moved herself over him, settling her knees on either side of hips, never breaking their lips apart.

Kissing him was her favorite activity and with five years of practice, they were really good at it by now, but the swirling electricity that always appeared never failed to bring a flush to her cheeks. She could never get used to him. He was intoxicating and she never wanted to sober up.

Their moment was interrupted by a loud grumble coming from Harry’s stomach and Y/N pulled her lips from his and threw her head back with a loud belly laugh she just couldn’t contain.

“You good?” she teased down at him, lightly poking at his bare stomach right below her favorite butterfly.

His cheeks flushed slightly as he dramatically hung his head and flashed his best puppy-dog eyes at her with a silent plea to feed him. “I think I’m hungry.”

“You can be hungry but I’m not getting out of bed to make you breakfast.”

“Well, I’m not getting out of bed either,” his eyebrow quirked. “Aren’t you hungry? Don’t you want your morning coffee that you say I don’t make right?”

She pretended to think about it for a moment. “I’m willing to risk shitty coffee if I get to stay in this bed.”

“I will do anything you want other than getting out of this bed right now.”

“Anything?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow and a curious lilt in her voice. She was quickly answered with an eager knod. He obviously thought this was some sort of sexual request by the smirk that rose to his face. “You have to clean the litter box until I decide I’ve been properly paid back for your veggie omelet and tea.” His face fell.

“That’s your job!”

“Exactly why I don’t want to do it.”

“I’ll do literally anything else.”

“My one offer. Take it or leave it?”

“Leave it,” he said with a theatrical pout and crossed his arms over his chest. She was momentarily distracted by the way his tattoos moved over his muscular and tan arms for a moment, but shook herself from the thought and steeled herself in her stubbornness.

The two shared an intense look for a moment, both of them deciding whether or not they would press the issue further. With a sigh and slight roll of her eyes, she stuck out her hand towards him.

“We go on ‘shoot’ and none of your ‘best two out of three’ bullshit.”

As childish as it felt, Rock, Paper, Scissors had become their way of negotiating most of their disagreements over the years. It was a lighthearted game of chance, and while it sometimes led to a few minutes of frustration for the losing party, it worked for them and stopped arguments before they could happen. Interviewers often thought it was a joke when they answered the usual “secrets to a happy relationship” question, but it couldn’t be more truthful.

“Fine, we play by your rules.”

Their fists dropped down to their opposite palms three times, before both called “shoot.” She had gone for rock. Harry had gone for paper.

A loud combination of a whine and a groan left her lips and she dramatically let her body fall off of his and back onto her side of the bed.

“Fair is fair, my love,” he playfully taunted. “I would like my veggie omelette and I’m thinking I could go for some green tea this morning.”

“I will be getting you back for this,” she grumbled as she began to drag herself off the bed and away from it’s cozy warmth. She slipped his go to Columbia black hoodie over her head and took a pouty deep breath. It would have been more dramatic but she was distracted by how good the sweatshirt smelled. It smelled like home.

“I love you so so much,” he defended, opening his arms wide to grab her for one last kiss before she ventured down to the kitchen.

“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled against his lips. “I love you too.”

She sulked out of their bedroom towards their kitchen (not before Harry swatted at her butt that was barely covered by the sweatshirt) and began to hold up her end of their deal. The cold tile nipped at her toes as she made them both omelettes and bopped along to the music she had instructed their Alexa to play. She fixed herself a morning coffee (that Harry really did always screw up somehow) and rummaged through their cabinet until she found her husband’s special order of green tea.

“Come get your breakfast, princess,” she shouted up the stairs when she was finished and after pausing her music.

“No breakfast in bed?”

“You are not getting eggs on our new--very expensive--sheets. Come down here and give me another kiss.”

She heard a whine of “fine” come from their bedroom followed by the padding of feet. Harry appeared at the top of the stairs moments later, rubbing at his eyes like a sleepy child and she just wanted to pull him into her arms and run her fingers through his hair until he fell back asleep. He pecked her lips softly when he reached the bottom of the stairs, but killed it when he called her a “breakfast tyrant.”

Y/N followed him back into the kitchen and watched him plop his still sleepy body into one of the high chairs at their kitchen island in front of his plate and his favorite mug that read “Coffee has a rough time in our house. It gets mugged every single morning!” She hooked an arm around his shoulders and slid herself onto his lap, sipping on her coffee as she waited for his opinion on his breakfast.

“It’s always better when you make it,” he smiled at her and pressed an eggy kiss to her cheek.

“You always say that,” she smirked back at him, only causing his smile to grow. “Oh, I almost forgot. Alexa, resume music.” He gave her a faux frustrated stare as he recognized what song she had been playing.

“And when we go crashing down, we come back every time, 'cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style!” rang out from the small speaker on their counter and she laughed so hard she would have slipped off his lap if his arm wasn’t wrapped firmly around her waist.

“How long are you going to hold onto that and bring it up?”

“Until it’s not funny anymore,” she used his own words from this morning against him with a cheeky smile.

“You are so lucky I love you so much.”

“And I love you more,” she mumbled against his lips, bringing her smirk with her into their kiss.

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[duskholland]

The Box || Tom Holland

summary ↠ you feel a mysterious object in tom’s pocket... word count ↠ 4.2k. warnings ↠ mildly suggestive, but this is just some very easy domestic fluff :’) a/n ↠ this is a rewrite of a fic I wrote back in 2018! I sat down just to edit it, but I ended up adding 2.5k and changing most of it. lmao. it’s very cute though. very gentle. I was in a proper state after watching cherry, and working on this soothed my soul <3 hope you like it!

if you want to read the original version of this fic, you can find the link for it here <3

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You wake up to an empty bed and immediately get the suspicion that something is amiss. The sheets are pulled down, the duvet crumpled, and the mattress cool. As you draw your tired fingers over the space beside you, a soft pout finds your lips.

Tom’s away so often that he rarely skips out on the opportunity to cuddle you in the morning, and if he does, he’s always attentive in the way he pulls the duvet to your chin and tucks you in. He knows you hate to be cold, so he’d never usually jump out of bed so recklessly, leaving behind his uncovered side and your leg sticking out the duvet.

Perplexed, you yawn as you sit up. A quick glance at your phone confirms that it’s still early, and you find your confusion about your boyfriend’s disappearance quickly turning into concern. With a furrow to your brow, you slowly get out of bed, groaning softly as your tired limbs stretch and click. There’s an ache between your legs that makes you bite your lip, memories of the night before flittering through your mind like polaroids. You see flashes of a rose-tinted Tom, kissing up your thighs, panting into your shoulder, moaning sweet words of praise against your lips. He’d made you dinner, then laid you down, and you’d felt like the only person in the world as he’d cupped your cheeks and shown how much he loved you.

After pulling on a pair of leggings and a jumper, you find your curious feet taking you off in the direction of the living room. You hear Tom before you see him—the sounds of socks dragging over plush carpet filling the air. He’s pacing, half-naked, thick arms crossed over his bare chest as a few fingers stroke his chin. He’s in a thick pair of fuzzy purple socks, and rounding off the ensemble are some simple grey sweats.

When your boyfriend reaches the other side of the living room, he pivots and starts to walk back towards you, gaze vacant and fixed on the floor. There’s a tenseness to his jaw that you haven’t seen in a while, the valley between his brows pronounced and deep. Stress is obvious in every single part of his person, and it makes you so concerned that you decide to shatter his reverie.

With a gentle clear of your throat, you step forwards.

“Tom?” you say, voice soft. Your eyes widen as he startles, head snapping up, loose brown curls springing through the air. “Baby, are you okay?”

He blinks at you for a few moments, seeming to shake off the daydream as his lips pull into an instinctive smile. When he meets your eyes, the nerves on Tom’s face start to melt. He gives you a tight nod as he walks towards you, folding into your outstretched arms and immediately burying his face in the crook of your neck.  

“I’m fine,” he vibrates, voice dark and husky like it always is in the morning. “Are you?”

You cup the back of his head with your palm, dragging your fingers through his curls in a way that soothes him. He’s so warm, his arms strong as they wind around your waist and hold you in a tight hug. Your heart beats a little faster at his question. He’s always been so attentive, even in times like these where it’s clear that he’s significantly worse off than you.

“I’m okay,” you respond. You press a soft kiss to his forehead, and he releases a quiet sound of approval, snuggling closer. “You weren’t there when I woke up.” You pause for a few moments, hesitating. “Is something wrong? Is this about last night?”

You know that Tom loves you. He shows you every single day that he adores you. He leaves your special mug out by the kettle, brings home your favourite snacks from the shops, does your dreaded household tasks unprompted. He looks after you when you’re ill, has all the names of your extended family memorised, and always does his best to coax a smile onto your face. His love for you is as obvious as the stars that twinkle in the sky.

Yet, he left you alone, and he’s stressed, and even as you’re voicing your concerns, you can feel him tug himself free from your embrace. It’s hard not to focus on the loosening of his arms and think about his odd behaviour from the last few days. Tom’s been on his phone more, acting scatter-brained and nervous. You don’t doubt his love, but with his life as hectic as it is, you worry about him.

“Last night?” Tom says. He pulls back, warm hands falling to your waist as he peers at you, shaking his head. “Darling.” He frowns. “Last night was amazing.” His lips pull into a slight smirk as he squeezes your hips, eyes glinting a shade darker. “I had fun. Didn’t you?”

You press a light kiss to his cheek, shifting both of your hands to cup his face. His skin is so soft beneath your fingertips. “I had a nice time,” you agree, pushing back the memories before you can get too lost in them. “You’ve been stressed recently,” you observe, treading gently. “You know you can talk to me, right? About anything.”

Tom closes his eyes, inhaling a quick breath. “Yeah... I know. I… Yeah. I’m fine.”

You play with a few strands of his hair, trying not to frown too much. “Are you sure?”

He pries open an eye, the honeyed hues of brown bringing you a sense of comfort. “I’m a little stressed at the moment. I have to do something today, and I… I’ve been thinking about it a lot, love… A lot.” He breaks into a breathless chuckle, swallowing nervously. “It’ll be fine. I know it will, but I… I can’t stop thinking about it.” Tom’s gaze shadows a little, and he swallows. “You do… You do love me, don’t you?”

“You have to know how much of a silly question that is.”

Tom bites at his lip as he sheepishly averts his gaze. “Yeah…” He’s sly as he gently pushes forwards to kiss your cheek. “‘Know you really loved me last night,” he rasps into your ear.

You roll your eyes, but you’re glad to see there’s some colour coming back to his cheeks. “What are you doing that’s got you so nervous?”

“Oh… Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

Tom looks a little perkier now as he glances at you. “Nothing,” he repeats. “Well, a secret,” he clarifies. “I can’t tell you yet.”

Immediately you pout. “But why?” you whine, pulling your hands away from his face. “You can’t say all that and then not tell me what you’re doing.”

“Yes, I can.” He grins as he steps back, only leaving you once he’s kissed your lips. He hesitates for a moment before adding, “I love you. So much, darling.”

“I know,” you respond, tilting your head to the side as you look at him curiously. “I love you too.”

“Good. Good…” Tom steps back, briefly glancing behind you to the living room wall. His eyes widen as he looks at the clock. “Fuck,” he mutters. “I need to go.”

Tom runs away before you have a chance to catch him, stumbling back into the bedroom as he mutters something about finding some clothes. You decide to leave him to it, a yawn reminding you of how early it still is. You wonder for a moment why he hadn’t mentioned he had an early call time last night, but he’s been so all over the place recently that it doesn’t surprise you.

As you wait for Tom to re-emerge, you walk over into the kitchen, flicking on the kettle. You can hear him whistling to himself through all the open doors, and the melody mixes with the sound of your teaspoon bumping against the ceramic of your mug. It’s your favourite one—Tom had brought it back from Paris for you.

You’ve just settled at the kitchen table when Tom bursts back into the room, properly clothed and considerably more at ease. His hair is a little wild, but he’s in a pair of jeans and a lilac hoodie, and he wears his smile with confidence.

“Did I tell you that you look gorgeous this morning, darling?” Tom murmurs. He springs across to you, grabbing his keys from the bowl on the counter as he goes. When he reaches you, he tightly cups your cheeks and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Because you are, y’know? The most beautiful woman in the world.”

You chuckle as you sit back in your chair, cheeks aching from your dopey smile. “Thank you,” you respond. “You’re looking very handsome yourself.”

Tom pulls on his jacket and then reaches down, stealing your mug of tea and taking a long sip before you have time to warn him about how hot it still is. You watch as he splutters, cheeks burning red as he releases a yelp of pain.

“Fucking hell!” he yells, cursing a little more as he puts the mug back down. Tom sticks out his tongue, tenderly reaching up to poke at the tip as he winces. “Ow,” he whines, the word garbled around his open mouth. “It hurts.”

He looks very sweet standing there, and for a moment, you wonder how it’s possible to love someone so much. Your affections smother your chest, and you almost choke up as you’re briefly overcome with a sensation of utter adoration. It’s so intense that it almost hurts, but it aches in the most wonderful way.

You stand quickly and press a soft kiss to the tip of Tom’s tongue. He smiles and retracts it, chasing after your lips until he’s able to kiss you.

“It’s Harrison’s birthday party tonight,” Tom says as he steps back, shoving his phone into his pocket. “I’ll be back from set at 9, then we can go. Is that still okay?”

You nod. “Yeah,” you reply. “Have a good day doing whatever it is you’re doing.”

He smirks elusively, then presses a final peck to your cheek before turning towards the porch. “Bye!” Tom pauses in the doorway to look back and send you a few air kisses, and you pucker your lips and send a couple back. The front door closes with a gentle click, and your smile lingers on.

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You think about Tom’s behaviour all day, flipping between confusion and adoration as easily as the wind changes its mind. When 5pm rolls around, you find your way back home, and you spend a few hours milling around before you get ready for the event.

With your dress on and your bag slung over your shoulder, you wait in the porch for Tom to pull up, scrolling through your phone with a crease between your brows. Time is ticking, and with every second your boyfriend fails to show, the nearer you get to being late for the party.

When there’s a bright burst of light and the crunching of gravel, you glance up to see Tom’s headlights douse the driveway to your house. You’re surprised when he clambers from the car instead of jauntily honking the horn as he’s taken such an irritating liking to doing. You watch him mess around with his jeans before hurrying along the front path, pushing open the front door a moment later and startling when he sees you waiting.

“Oh!” he exclaims wide-eyed. His hand drifts down to rest over the left pocket of his jeans. “You’re here?”

You pull a face. “Yes? Hello to you too.”

Tom grunts as he moves forward to kiss you hastily, jumping back when you try to pull at his waist and bring him nearer. As you’re left baffled by his behaviour again, he seems to swallow down a lump in his throat.

“Hi,” he corrects, smiling nervously. “I, uh… I’m going to go and change.”

You wince. “We don’t have time,” you point out, reaching out to gently tug on his sleeve. You turn around, reaching back to pluck one of Tom’s stylish jackets from a peg. You offer it to him with a smile. “Try this,” you suggest. “We really need to go, though, Tom. Haz won’t let us live it down if we’re late to another one of his parties.”

Tom hesitates. You watch as he digs his hand into his left pocket, clucking his tongue. “I… Yeah. Okay. You’re right.” His eyes flutter back to the main body of your house, but his reluctance fades when you nod and peck him on the cheek. He easily pulls off his hoodie before replacing it with the jacket, the red of the smart coat complementing his black t-shirt.

“C’mon,” you urge. “Do you want me to drive?”

He begrudgingly follows you out of the house, locking up behind you both before slipping into the passenger seat. As you navigate the roads, Tom keeps you company, nurturing a constant dialogue as he chats to you. He avoids all of your questions about his day and his mysterious engagement, redirecting everything you say into a comment about you and your activities. It’s cute how much he cares, but you get a distinct feeling that he’s trying to distract you.

Harrison’s birthday party is being held in a bar in central London, and you find him easily amongst the throes of people. Tom’s holding onto your hand, standing back, quieter, as you pass over your gift to his best friend with a smile on your face.

“Happy birthday, Haz!” you exclaim, beaming at the man. Harrison kisses your cheek as he grins, cheeks flushed from the booze and warm atmosphere. When Tom is noticeably quiet beside you, you squeeze his hand and glance back at him, raising a brow.

“Oh,” Tom mutters, blinking a few times. “Sorry,” he adds. “Happy birthday, Harrison.”

Harrison rolls his eyes. “‘S alright, mate. You already passed on your congratulations earlier. Thanks, though.”

Your friend is pulled away by his sister a few moments later, leaving you with a confused furrow to your brow. You turn around to look at Tom, tilting your head to the side.

“Wait, when did you see Harrison?” you ask. “Weren’t you at work today?”

Tom reels you in by the hands, knocking his lips up against yours and disrupting your words. “Doesn’t matter,” he soothes, rolling his fingers gently across the sides of your face. “Let’s just have a good party, yeah?”

You melt into him with ease. “Okay,” you agree. His lips are warm and seductive as he kisses you again, deeper, harder, stronger.

Something is in the air. As a pair, you make a few rounds of the party, but somehow, you always end up huddled in a back corner together. As the alcohol flows and your friends around you get less and less observant, it happens more often. It isn’t long until Tom’s tugging you down onto a secluded armchair in the corner of the artsy bar. Your lips find home in his, slotting together as they always do.

As you shift in his lap, part of you feels guilty for blowing off Harrison’s birthday, but another part—a darker, hungrier part—demands you stay exactly where you are. You’re awfully comfortable with Tom’s hands on your hips and your legs spread over his thighs, content with the shadowy lighting leaving you secluded from the rest of them.

“Oh god,” Tom moans, speaking against your lips as he kisses you between laboured breaths. “Fuckin’ perfect woman, eh?”

You suck on his lower lip, smirking as you feel him whine. He discreetly grinds up into you, and you bite back a whimper. “Tom,” you whisper. You move your mouth to his ear, stroking your fingers through his curls as you brush your lips over his tender skin. “We shouldn’t do this here. We can’t go home just yet.”

He groans, head dropping down to your collarbones. When you expect him to agree and help you up, Tom instead seems to decide that his time would be better spent marking up your neck. Your pulse roars through your ears as he takes time licking and sucking and biting your skin, stretching from the base of your neck all the way up, up, up, soft lips suckling below your ear. By the time he reaches your face, you’re squirming, heat pounding in your body as desire replaces any wish to stay at the party.

“We should just go home,” Tom pants, lips red and inflamed. Your fingers drag over them until he uses his tongue to lick over the pad of your thumb. “I can’t take being here.” His voice drops down to a low grumble as he shifts in the chair, “‘m so hard, sweetheart.”

Wanting to feel for yourself, you shuffle up his lap, eyebrows furrowing together when instead of feeling his hardness, your knee knocks against something firm lodged where his pocket is. Confusion replaces lust as you tilt your head to the side. “Wait, what’s that?” you muse, unable to believe that his arousal has manifested itself in his jean pocket. Intrigued, you poke the object, pressing harder as your brows furrow.

Tom’s eyes widen. “O-Oh, no, that’s something else.” His hands go down to your waist as he tries to gently push you off his lap. “Just ignore it.”

But your curiosity has been piqued, and before you can stop yourself, you’ve reached up and dug your fingers into his tight jean pocket. It’s dim and dark in your secluded corner, and you find yourself squinting as you bring the small object closer. Too focused on your task to hear Tom’s noises of panic, you pull it up into the air. As the first dredges of realisation wash over you, you’ve got it half-open, and it’s too late to stop yourself.

There is a glistening engagement ring embedded inside the silky black box, glinting magnificently.

Your jaw drops.

A few moments pass in silence, the air between you being filled by the songs coming from the bar. Your thumb wanders absently over the edge of the jewel as you peer at it, heart throbbing in the back of your throat. Guilt twists into you, mixing with your excitement and your shock, and you look up at Tom, tears pooling in your eyes.

He’s looking at you, nerves written all over his face. His teeth are bared, and his eyes are wide with shock, every inch of him seized up and tense. When Tom sees your tearful expression, he blinks a few times, clearing his throat as he tenderly reaches up to cup your face in a hand.

“Darling…” he starts, voice softer than before. He drums his index finger over your temple as he manages a tense smile. “What’s going on up here?”

You open and shut your mouth a few times before finally finding the words.

“I’m sorry,” you manage, voice thick. “I…” You take a breath, looking away. Your mind starts to spin, suddenly kicking back to life as you recover yourself. “Wait… Why have you got this in your pocket? Did… Oh. Did you get this today?”

Everything makes sense. His nerves all week, his pacing this morning. The fact he’d left suspiciously early and met up with Harrison without you. Tom’s conflict when you’d pushed him out the door instead of letting him enter your house and stash the little black box before leaving for the party.

“Yeah,” he admits, running a hand through his hair. His chest is rising and falling quickly, his jaw still tense. “What do you think? Do… Do you like it?”

You nod wordlessly before looking up at him, lower lip wobbling. “I ruined it,” you lament. You fall forward, groaning as you rest your forehead on Tom’s shoulder. He chuckles, dusting the top of your head with light kisses as he hums.

“You didn’t,” he assures you. “I’m just a twat and didn’t hide it properly.” He falls silent for a few moments, warm hands wandering your back. “Y/N, darling… You… You would want to get married though, yeah?” His voice is light and high-pitched and full of so much uncertainty it makes you bolt upright.

“Tom,” you say, voice soft. You balance the box between you and reach up to take his face in your hands, admiring his handsome features with your fingers. “I would love to marry you,” you whisper. You feel yourself well with emotions again, but you let them build. You don’t mind if he sees you vulnerable.  

Tom releases a deep breath, his own face twitching as relief ripples across his eyes in the form of light tears. He leans closer and kisses you very gently, his mouth soft and tender as if he’s savouring it. When Tom pulls away, he keeps his forehead pressed to yours, the tip of his nose cool against yours.

“I love you so much,” he says slowly. “Every day, I wake up beside you, and I wonder what I did right to deserve being loved by someone as wonderful as you. I hate being away from you, and I think about you all the time.” Tom cracks a soft smile, his voice quivering. With trembling fingers, he reaches between you both and picks the box from between you both.

You gasp softly as he pulls back, squeezing your hip softly before holding the box out in front of you. The diamonds sparkle, blurred by your tears.

“Y/N… I didn’t plan to do this tonight, and I know this is sudden, and I know you deserve a proposal a thousand times more romantic than… than at Harrison’s fucking party, but I can’t wait another moment.” He swallows as he pulls the ring from the bed of silk. Tom’s gaze is unwavering as he looks back to you, speaking passionately. “There’s nothing else I want in life apart from you. I promise that I will love you for the rest of my life, darling, if only you’ll let me. So…” Tom’s lips pull into a small smile. “Would you do me the honour of marrying me?”

The world stops, and everything fades until it’s just you and Tom and the ring held between you. Without hesitation, you nod your head, two stray tears dripping down your face.

“Tom… You could ask me to marry you anywhere, and I’d say the same thing.” Your heart pounds in your ears. “Yes. I would love to be your wife.”

Tom releases a strangled sound of relief, and you both look down as he hurries to push the ring down your finger. It’s cool against your skin, but before looking at it, you find yourself leaning in to kiss him. Both of you are smiling, and you think he’s crying too. His hand shakes as he holds yours, and when you pull away to admire the ring, Tom loops both arms around your waist.

“It’s so pretty,” you muse. You roll your thumb across the glittering gem. You feel so warm inside your chest. “Did you pick this out yourself?”

Tom makes a noise of disagreement. He cuddles in closer, burying his face in your neck and leaving a few soft kisses to your skin.

“Haz helped, and so did mum. Thought she’d have better ideas than him.” Tom pauses, and you feel him smirk against your neck. “I was right.”

Your heart softens a little at the revelation. “Do you think he’ll be upset that we’ve upstaged him at his party?”

Tom peels back from your neck, pressing his lips to your jaw as he chuckles. “Let’s...maybe not mention it tonight.”

You run your hand through his hair, eyes catching on the way the diamond cascades with shards of light. “Okay,” you agree. You lean closer to kiss the tip of his nose. “Are you sure you’re not mad I ruined this?”

Tom shakes his head. “Absolutely not, love. If anything, this just makes it more special.” He shoots you a toothy grin. “Don’t know what I’ll do with all the stuff I bought to use in the proposal, though.”

You smirk softly. “Well, who says you can’t do two proposals?” you say, intending for it to be a tease, only to widen your eyes when Tom’s entire face lights up. “Wait— babe, I was kidding, you don’t need to do another—”

“Shhh.” Tom cuts you off with a kiss. “Pretend that this conversation never happened.”  

“What, even the proposal—”

“No.” He’s grinning, eyes dancing with amusement. “You’re marrying me.”

Your lips twitch as you give him a slight nod. “Yeah. And you’re marrying me.” Tom kisses you again, and you fall back into his lap with ease. For a few moments, you make out with him, the temperature in your body rising until you remember what started off the conversation, an eternity ago. “Can we go home now, Tom?”

He’s a little slow to respond as he chases your lips, but the smile you share feels like dawn breaking for the first time.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “I’ll take you home, fiancé.”

And you like the sound of that. You really like the sound of that.

“Okay, fiancé.”

Judging by the unstoppable grin that finds Tom’s face as he hears you speak, you have a feeling that he likes the sound of it too.

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[authornina]

I don’t have a title for this one. It’s simply a mess...

***THIS HAS NOT BEEN THROUGH A TYPICAL EDITING PROCESS; ALL SHORTS ARE ROUGH DRAFTS***

Sav and Dem were on their way to pick Savannah up from Anne. Chi was still in bed sleep when he left. They partied until four in the morning and didn’t stop once they got home. It was almost three in the afternoon now. Sav was the happiest he’d ever been, and Chi seemed like it too. At the beginning of their marriage, he didn’t think they would make it. There was a lot of arguing and past mistakes being thrown towards each other. They went to therapy for a short while and it helped a lot. Mostly Chi, because Sav had done things to her that he knew fucked her up emotionally and some mentally. Her forgiveness was vital for their relationship to succeed. Dr. Pie continually told Sav he needed to stop dismissing his wife’s feelings and own up to all of his mistakes.

Over time her advice proved true. Sav realized when he held himself accountable then apologized, Chi would almost immediately become more submissive. That was a big problem in their relationship too. She didn’t want to let him lead the household and responded to him aggressively all the time. However, after talking to Lake, his brother gave him so great insight as well. Do you ever see Avery talking to me like she a nigga? She’s submissive because I give her the space to be a woman, without making her feel less than in her moments. Chi get extra masculine when you not doing what she need or talkin’ down to her. They nigga mentality kick in and it’s versus you instead of y’all verse the problem. Stop trying to put her beneath you. That ain’t no bitch you fuckin’, it’s your wife. 

Lake and Avery set the tone for what Sav thought husband and wife should be because they were just so in sync with one another. They did their own thing, in their own little world. In the first half of marriage, every time him and Chi did something the other didn’t like, they compared. Sav wanted what his big brother had, and Chi wanted what she saw Avery fall in love with over and over again. Avery and Lake told them both to find their own couple style and stop jacking their shit. 

“Remind me to go get Poppy some more of them surprise egg jawns.” 

“Them things ain’t nothing but expensive easter eggs filled with dollar store shit, bro.” 

“I know but my princess love them. She be so surprised when she opening them, happy about all the bullshit inside.” 

“How Melody?” 

“She ard,” Dem shrugged. “Nicole back on her bullshit…but I’m movin’ on it different this time. Something in my spirit just not sittin’ right no more.” 

“For real?” 

“Mhm, I need to see what I’m missin’. I can’t be everywhere no more. Got all these fuckin’ kids.”

“I ain’t wanna say nothing but you is wylin bro,” Sav laughed. “You a good dad though, Dem. Can’t nobody take that from you, Ion care what your past look like.” 

“Seem like everybody else do,” Dem mumbled but Sav heard him clearly. 

“Who? Fuck them! Ain’t nobody perfect out this bitch. I still don’t believe what that hoe sayin’. A muhfucka gon’ have to come with video evidence on you to convince me and even then, I be like ehhh, that ain’t my brother.” 

“Sound like Lake when he clearly seen Wreck on tape and told the cops, nah, that ain’t my brother. I don’t know who that crazy nigga is.” Dem couldn’t even get it all out fully before cracking up right along with Sav.

“That’s how you stand with your family. Fuck what anybody else say and I’ma keep it a bean with you, even if it was what it was…” Sav shrugged. Nobody should’ve expected anything else when it came to Dem. 

For the past year, Sav and Dem did their best to focus on what they had going on individually instead of turning back to the world they liked to live in with just the two of them. It had to change for the sake of Dem’s mental health and who Sav needed to be as his own man. They leaned on each other way too much. Lake was proud of them for doing their best at putting other things than each other first. Sav however still didn’t give anyone else room to say shit on Dem and he didn’t want to hear anything either. He and Chi had it out one good time, he even let her express some foul shit she felt about his brother then they put Dem as an issue in their relationship to rest. 

“Why Wreck car here?” Dem pointed to their brother parked in the driveway with no shame. 

“This nigga been shackin’ up with Anne, bro. I ain’t say shit cause he tryna be quiet about it. Ion know what this nigga got goin’ on with her ass.” 

“Bro, he really into it with this old ass lady?” Dem laughed, getting out the car.

“He was here the last few times I came, like real lovey dovey.” 

“Lovey dovey?” Dem scrunched his face up. “Nah, not my brother.”

“See for yourself.” Sav used his key unlock the door and Savannah was in her walker moving a mile a minute. That gave him hope she’d eventually walk on her own. “Look at my Banana! Go momma, go!” 

Savannah smiled big crashing into them, reversing into the dining room, going around the table and then back to her daddy and uncle at high speed.

“I keep tellin’ you, y’all be worried for nothing,” Dem said, picking his niece up, kissing her chubby cheeks making her blush. “Just gotta be patient, she perfect, bro.”

“Mm…it’s just you,” Anne said, coming out of the kitchen with a robe on looking freshly fucked. “Hey Dem baby, how are you?” 

“I’m good, wassup?” 

“Nothing, making your crazy brother some lunch,” Anne responded sounding like a proud girlfriend. Sav turned to Dem with the I told you so face.

“She thick as fuck though,” Dem took another glance when she walked back to the kitchen. “For a hoe her age, you gotta give her points for the body alone. Damn!” 

Sav went up the steps flagging Dem to follow him. They held in their laughter, creeping towards Anne’s bedroom. Savannah was right along with them not knowing what the heck going on. Sav opened the door to find Wreck sleep, stretched out like he lived there. He had an empty breakfast tray next to him and everything. 

“Bro…” Dem whispered. “This nigga not serious. Here, hold Banny.” He gave his niece to Sav then hopped on top of their brother. Sav was hyperventilating. 

“What the fuck!” Wreck started whooping his ass. He didn’t know what was going on, his first reflex was to fight. Dem was windmilling to get free. His brother was strong as shit.

“So you wasn’t you gon’ help me?” Dem finally got away, staring at Sav’s dumbass holding onto the wall with Savannah on his side silently dying. 

“I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe yo,” Sav had tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. “Bro, why the fuck you jump on him? He fucked you up.”  

“Y’all niggas play too much!” Wreck said, getting up in the nude. “What the fuck if I woulda shot your stupid ass?!” 

“Aye nigga!” “Sav covered Savannah eyes. “You don’t see my baby?” 

“Oh shit, my fault Banny.” Wreck put the cover over him. “Go take her to her room.” 

“Look at you sounding like her uncle step grandpop,” Sav said loud as hell and Dem hollered. “Wreck what the fuck is you doin’ my nigga? Why are you up in here like you pay the bills?” 

“I’m mindin’ my fuckin’ business that’s what I’m doin’.” 

“He’s pays for more than my bills. Why are y’all in my bedroom?” Anne appeared at the door with her arms crossed.

“Because our brother in here. What you doin’ to him? Ain’t no way that pussy…Daddy sorry baby,” Sav kissed his Banana’s forehead. “It ain’t still juicy like it was in seventies to have him like this. She puttin’ period blood in your food, bro.” 

“Sav, what?” Dem ain’t never heard nothing like that before.

“Yea, I know all the bitch tricks. You had spaghetti in the last few months Wreck? That’s usually how they disguise it.”

“Nigga you trippin’,” Wreck laughed. “For real, get the fuck out.” 

“So this your house now too? You gon’ let him put me and your granddaughter out Anne?” Sav would not stop and Dem was cracking up.

“Why don’t you just tell them?” Anne directed towards Wreck. “It’s not like it can be hidden forever.” 

“Tell us what?” Dem asked, looking between his brother and Anne.

“I’m pregnant.”  

“See…” Sav pointed at Dem then Wreck. “See! What the fuck I say?! I been tellin’ you!” 

“Nigga, you ain’t tellin’ me shit! Both y’all get the fuck out!” 

“Come on, Sav,” Dem pulled him out the room. He could tell their brother wasn’t happy about that news at all and Sav would’ve kept on going. 

They both sat downstairs dumbfounded. Wreck didn’t move like this or hadn’t in a very long time, so it was surprising. 

“You think Lake know?” Dem turned to Sav. 

“I got a better question, why would Wreck get her old ass pregnant?”

“The fuck do we really care for though? I can’t say shit in the matter, I’m fucked up too. If he like it, I love it.” 

Anne and Wreck’s arguing could be heard clear as day. She was yelling at him about always trying to hide their relationship while Wreck kept saying it wasn’t one. 

“But you always the fuck up in my house when it’s convenient for you!” 

“I ain’t gotta be in this shit! Who be callin’ who?”

“You are not going to stress this baby out of me! I know that’s what you want!” 

“That’s some fucked up some shit to say!” 

“Banana,” Sav turned his daughter around facing him. “They always be arguing like this when you here?” he asked her, and Savannah just stared at her dad. 

“Now y’all got this bitch started,” Wreck said coming down the steps. “You think I wanna hear this shit?”  

“Well you gonna hear it!” Anne shouted from upstairs. “Call me a bitch again!” 

“Bitch!” Wreck tried his luck. Dem and Sav were inconsolable. “See, I’m that type of nigga, you sure you wanna have a baby with me?” 

“I don’t need you for shit! Thank you for my miracle baby, you can go! If you think I’ma put up with the bullshit at my big age you are sadly mistaken!” 

“Yea, ard, say that now then be sending me thousands of texts and crying on my voicemail like you always do.” 

They continued going back and forth which told Dem and Sav one thing. No man stayed, continuing to argue with a woman they were only fucking. This obviously wasn’t the first time either. 

“But you come running, don’t you? Please stop acting like this is one way!” 

“Anne, get the fuck out my face with this stupid shit.” 

“Come upstairs, Wreck, you showing off in front of your lil brothers like this shit cute! I’m not no young bitch you gon’ do anything with!” 

“What? Ain’t nobody gotta put on for them but you! You gon’ use this muhfuckin baby to make you think you more than what you are to me.” 

“What am I then?” 

“My lil mature ass freak.” 

“Fuck you, Wreck! Disrespecting me like this while my grandbaby is here!” Anne’s voice cracked a little. “Get the fuck out my house!” 

Sav and Dem waited for what they knew was coming. Wreck looked at them then blew his breath going back upstairs.

“I knew it, I knew it.” Sav shook his head getting up. “Let’s go nigga.” 

By the time Sav strapped Savannah in the car and prepared to leave, Wreck was coming out the house followed by Anne who stopped at the door. She said something to him, and he had the ard, shut the fuck up now look. When they watched him kiss her, they knew their brother was about to have a baby with his niece’s grandmother.

#on us #authornina #nina

[itsallyscorner]

Just saw your little mix!reader au (LOVED IT) and I was thinking, what if y/n is kinda like Perrie aka the queen of leaking things and she's dating Tom and everyone makes fun of them bc they are THE couple that keeps spoiling/leaking stuff

Hello lovey!! Thank you for requesting and reading my other work, it’s very much appreciated!🥰 I love this request sm, omg. Happy reading, I hope you like it!💖

💌.

The King and Queen of Leaking

I had WAY too much fun with this request...enjoy!🥰

It had been a regular day in your household. You were in the kitchen starting up on breakfast while Tom was in his makeshift gym doing his morning workout. You were just finishing up on the eggs when your phone pinged. Glancing at your phone you saw that it was a text from Jade.

Jade💜: Babes! Check you email ASAP!!!

The texts in the band’s group chat began to flood in making you curious. Have you all done something to get in trouble with management? Maybe it was an awards nomination? Turning off the stove, you place the last pile of scrambled eggs onto Tom’s plate. After you set the plates on the table, you pull out one of the dining chairs and sit on it, pulling out your phone to see more texts from the girls.

Perrie🦋: Oh.My.God. I CANT BELIEVE IT!!!

Leigh-Anne😻: AHHHHHH THIS IS BIG!!! FIRST NUMBER ONE OF THE YEAR!!!

Jesy💖: I’m so so so SO proud of us!!! And our fans omg, they’re amazing!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!

Jesy💖: Where the hell is (y/n)???

Jade💜: Probs busy with Tom👀🍆💦

Perrie🦋: Has she not seen the news yet??

Leigh-Anne😻: Based on her lack of response, I’m guessing she’s busy😉

Jesy💖: (Y/N) I SWEAR HOP OFF TOM’S BLOODY DICK, SWEET MELODY IS NUMBER 1 ON THE CHARTS!!!!!

You gasp once you read Jesy’s last message. Your fingers move rapidly across your screen, exiting the messaging app to open up your email. The anticipation builds up in your body as you refreshed your inbox. Your leg bouncing as the little circle that went around and around popped up on your screen. For the last couple of days and weeks, your fans have been streaming Sweet Melody to top the charts and get it to Number 1. It has only been 10 weeks since “Confetti” has been released and the album has been getting an amazing response. Seeing your fans’ determination to get the song up the charts made your adore them even more and you just wanted to hug and thank every single one of them. You guys had the most amazing fans in the world, though many celebrities claimed that theirs were the best, Mixers were the crème de la crème in your eyes.

Your inbox refreshes and the first email you see is from the Official Charts Company, a company that celebrated singles that reached number one on the charts. You click on the email and carefully skim through the paragraph. When you read that Sweet Melody had officially charted at number one you let out an excited squeal. Tessa, who has been sitting beside your seat, jumped up to her feet the same time you did. Your crouched down as she happily bounced around you.

“Number one Tess! We made it to number one!” You squealed as you gently squished her face. She let out a bark before licking your face.

“Let’s go tell daddy the news, huh? Let’s go!” You couldn’t contain your excitement, the feeling rushing through your veins. You felt like your heart could burst from all the happiness you were currently feeling.

You practically ran to where Tom was, your feet moving as quick as your heartbeat. Tessa’s nails clicked against the wooden floors echoing in the hallway.

Tom, who had just finished his workout, heard the commotion outside. Your excited squeals and the sounds of both your and Tessa’s feet getting closer to him. The stomps came to a halt once you stopped at the doorway of his “gym”. He looks up from his phone and looks at you expectantly. You were beaming, like the sun that brought light into the room. His expression mirrors yours, but his smile was a bit more confused.

“Hi darling, what’s up?” He asks, removing his AirPods and placing them back into their case. You squeal excitedly once again as you run across the room and stand in front of him. Though, it was as if your feet had springs in them because you couldn’t stop jumping. Tom looks at you amused but was still confused.

“(Y/n), what did you do, love?” He asks. Maybe you were up to something?

You stop jumping for a bit and unlock your phone, shoving it into his face. He moves his face back so his eyes can focus but ends up taking the phone from you because you were moving too much. As you dance around the room, Tessa joining in on your little fiesta, Tom reads the email to himself. Once he reads the news his jaw drops looking up at you with wide eyes.

“NUMBER ONE BABY!” You scream before running into his arms. A look of shock is on his face before he screams “YES!” at the top of his lungs. Your legs wrap around his torso as his arms support your back and your bum. He starts shaking his hips and jumping around just like you were as you both celebrated your band’s huge success.

Your cheeks began to hurt from smiling too much, but you just couldn’t keep it off your face. You were too happy to keep a neutral face so you continued to smile. Tom looks up at you with the most proudest expression. He knew how hard you and the girls worked on every song on your albums, so to see that hard work being rewarded made him feel immense amounts of joy for you all.

You began to giggle as you hid your face behind you hands, Tom still carrying you. “I can’t believe this actually happened, oh my god.” Your voice came out muffled but Tom could still understand you. He chuckled while he placed your feet back to the ground. You leaned your head against his chest while his hands rubbed circles onto your back.

“Of course it happened love, you guys deserve it.” He places a kiss on your temple while he swayed you guys back and forth. His cheek resting against you hair as he held you. Your excitement boiling down to disbelief at the news.

He moved his head and gently removed your hands from your face. “Look at me.” Turns out you were silently crying, your tear stained cheeks making his heart drop, but then he noticed they were tears of joy.

You sniffled, smiling when Tom wiped some of your tears away. His hands cupped your cheeks while his eyes gazed at you lovingly, “You have no idea how proud I am of you— and the girls. You guys have worked day and night for this album to exist. I’ve seen you guys write each song and saw how much thought goes into each one, you guys are fucking incredible. Look at how much success it’s getting, you guys did that.”

You laughed as more tears ran down your cheeks. You groaned throwing your head back and wiping them away, “Well, I couldn’t have done it without you. You’ve been so understanding with everything and you managed to be one of my biggest inspirations for writing. Thank you. I love you so much.” You beamed at him before crashing your lips against his soft ones. You felt his lips curve up to a smile as his hands held your face. You suddenly pulled away, Tom chasing your lips, still stuck in your little moment.

“Oh my God! We need to tell the fans! They’ve been streaming for weeks!” You pecked his lips once more before rushing out the room. The excitement entering your body once again. Tom looks down at your phone in his hands smirking. He turned to Tessa, “Give her a few seconds.”

“MY PHONE!” He heard you exclaim in the hallway. Your head popped from behind the entrance. You skipped into the room and took the phone from Tom.

“I love you!” You sang, kissing his lips again, then skipping out to the hallway.

Before you can post anything of the band’s new achievement, you opened the group chat.

(Y/n)🌻: First off, I was far from Tom’s dick, I was actually cooking😌

(Y/n)🌻: Second, I love you all so much!!!!!! I can’t believe we did it, the amount of pride I feel to be part of this band is astronomical right now! Nine years together and we’re still making it, I love you guys!❤️❤️❤️

After you messaged the girls, you opened up Instagram. Meanwhile, Tom had joined you, dressed in new clothes and fresh out the shower. He hummed at the food on the table and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his way of silently thanking you. He sat in the chair beside yours and began to dig into his breakfast.

“Do you mind if I film a video real quick?” You ask him, looking into the camera as you fixed your hair. Tom wipes his mouth and swallows his food.

“Go ahead, tell the world you’re number one.” He teased you. You rolled your eyes though your lips were curved into a smile. You prepared yourself before pressing down on the circle.

Video:

“Hi guys! So I’ve just found out some amazing news and I thought you guys might want to hear it too—“ Tom began to drum on the table, making you look at him in amusement.

“Oh, that’s a good idea.” You nod, approving of his actions. When he stops drumming and points at you, you look back to the camera with a giant smile.

“Guys...WE MADE IT TO NUMBER ONE! SWEET MELODY IS AT NUMBER ONE ON THE CHARTS!” You announced, voice bouncing off the walls of your house. Behind you was Tom, also cheering equally as loud while he pumped his fists into the air.

“Thank you guys so much! The girls and I love each and every single one of you, you guys are the best fans in the world and we are forever grateful for you. Thank you!” You blew a kiss into the camera before ending the video.

You watched the video over then tagged the girls and the group’s Instagram. You quietly hummed Sweet Melody to yourself as you clicked around and added some stickers to your video. When you were content, you clicked on share and turned your phone off.

“Alright, celebratory breakfast.” You sang as you grabbed your fork and stabbed it into a strawberry.

Tom chuckled beside you and nudged your shoulder, “Then celebratory sex after?” You hummed at his suggestion, eyes teasingly squinting at him.

“Give me time to digest first. Then celebratory sex.” When Tom agreed you laughed and dug into your food. Everything was going great at the moment. Your song is number one on the charts, your career is flourishing, you had four amazing sisters, and you had the world’s best boyfriend. It was as if nothing could go wrong.

~half an hour later~

Tom had you pinned to the bed, light kisses scattering along your skin while his hands rubbed your thighs. With clothes still on, he was snuggled in between your legs, finding comfort in the tight space. He managed to get your top off leaving you in that red lacy bra he adored on you. His lips ghosted between the valley of your breast and down to your belly button. His lips stopping right above your sweatpants. He tilted his head back a bit to drink in your appearance. Hooded dark eyes, laid out before him, that red bra making your breasts look irresistible, you were perfect.

“Look at my pretty girl. Aren’t you stunning?” His voice was deeper than his usual chipper tone. The tone brought butterflies in your belly, the vibrations of his voice going straight to your core.

“I’m all yours, Tommy.” Your hand finds its way to the brown curls that rested on his head. You gently guide his head back up and pull his lips towards you. Your lips connect, first gently and almost innocent, but full of passion. The passion burns more when he presses his hard on against you, roughening up the passionate kiss, your teeths clashing and tongues wrestling. You were lost in his trance until your phone tinged.

Tom curses under his breath as you both jump from the sudden sound. You quietly apologize and mute your phone, not bothering to look at the notification. When you lay back on the bed, Tom’s palms press against you cheeks as he crashes you lips together. His hands move below you, tugging off your sweatpants. He was about to remove the last layer of clothing separating you two when your phone continuously began to vibrate. On the other night stand, Tom’s phone began to vibrate as well.

Your boyfriend groans plopping his head against your stomach. You sigh apologetically, hands now stroking his bare back.

“We should get that, seems important.” He kisses your stomach, hesitantly dragging himself off you. You roll over to your stomach and grab your phone.

Notifications

Jesy💖: We love you too my darling!! We miss you so much here in London:(

Perrie🦋: I would say let’s have a sleepover as soon as you come back from Atlanta, but the pandemic:( I miss you tons!!!🥺

Jade💜: I love youuuuuuuu❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Leigh-Anne😻: You absolute gem, I love you❤️

Jesy💖: (Y/n) what did you tag me in?

Jade💜: Wait, I’m tagged too.

Perrie🦋: I didn’t get tagged :(

Oh wait, I see it :D

Leigh-Anne😻: Why do I have a bad feeling about what she tagged us in?

Jesy💖: (y/n)?

(Y/N)!?

WHY IS SHE NOT REPLYING WHEN I NEED HER TO REPLY!

Perrie🦋: OIIII!!! AT LEAST IT WASNT ME THIS TIME🤪

Jade💜: Jesus, she’s turning into Tom, smh.

Leigh-Anne😻: She’s always been like this lmao

Tom’s only made her worse🙄

Jesy💖: (Y/N) DELETE YOUR FUCKING STORY ON INSTAGRAM THEY ARENT SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT SM IS NUMBER ONE YET!!!!!!!!!!

Jade💜: I bet you NOW she’s busy with Tom

hehehe🍆💦👀

Leigh-Anne😻: Babes!!! Now’s not the time to be doing the deed with Tom!!

Jesy💖: Hold on let me text Tom too.

Your eyes widen as you read the messages from the girls. A string of “shits” with a mix of “fucks” fall continuously out your mouth. You struggle to turn around, getting tangled in the sheets. When you finally sit up properly you go to your Instagram and rush to your stories.

“Uh, (y/n)—“

“Yeah, I know, I know.” You frustratedly mumble as your thumbs fumble on the screen. You go to your story and don’t even hesitate to delete the video you posted just half an hour ago. Tom’s phone rings and you swear you hear him gulp. He answers it, putting it on speaker mode and holds it away from his ears.

“Tom Holland I blame you!” You hear Jesy’s voice through the phone. You double check if you deleted the story before turning your phone off and shoving your face into your pillow.

“I didn’t even do anything!” Tom defended himself, almost laughing. Honestly, as bad as the situation was, it was ironic how it was his girlfriend that leaked the news. You guys are really meant to be.

“The hell you weren’t! Literally drumming on the table, you div! I can’t with you two!” Jesy exclaimed. You knew she was joking by the tone of her voice. “Where is your girlfriend anyway?”

Tom giggle shoving the phone next to your ear, “My lovely girlfriend is right beside me.”

You hear Jesy gag, “Babe, did you even read the email properly?”

You lift your head from the pillow and take Tom’s phone. “No, I got too excited about getting number one.” You admitted pouting. Tom chuckles at you, moving to lay beside you. His arms wrapping around your almost bare figure and shoving his head in between your breasts. Nothing sexual but because they felt like soft pillows against his cheeks.

“They said they’re announcing it on Monday.” She informed you chuckling. You whined and facepalmed yourself. “It’s okay, hun. You were just in the moment, I know how you can get. Although, the fans absolutely love it.” She mentioned.

“Do they?” You asked stifling a laugh.

“Having an absolute field day, they’ve deemed you the Queen of Leaks. Apparently Tom’s been crowned as your king.” She teases. You feel Tom laugh against your chest, his shoulders shaking.

“Alright, I’ll go now, let you two get back to what you were doing. I suggest lurking through Twitter and Instagram, the fans’ reactions are hilarious.” You bid your goodbyes and hang up. Tom’s head pops up from your chest, “Can we please go through the reactions?”

“I was thinking the same thing.” You tell him already opening up Instagram. You go through your tags to see a bunch of memes. Tom shifts to sit beside you, throwing his arm around your shoulder.

Some fan reactions:

🖤 1,944 likes

Tom watching (y/n) make her video and being the supportive boyfriend he is🥺 They’re made for each other I swear

🖤 1,393 likes

The girls watching (y/n)’s story and finding out she just leaked the news. We stan our Queen of Leaks😌🙌🏼👑

🖤 1,838 likes

Tom realizing that (y/n)’s really the one because they both can’t keep secrets without spoiling them. This is why they don’t have good things smh.

🖤 1,878 likes

Jesy calling the police, not for Tom, but for her because she’s ready to shred that boy’s ass for turning (y/n) into him💀

You and Tom spend the rest of the day stuck in bed going through the different reactions from your fans. They were entertaining, making you and your boyfriend laugh at your fans’ humor.

While you sat in between his legs, your back against his chest, Tom leans down to nuzzle his face into your neck. He breaths in the scent of you mixed with your shampoo, something he would never get tired of. You feel that goofy grin press onto your skin making you look up at him.

“Why’s that look on your face?” You ask hun teasingly.

“Because the fans have a point.”

“That we both can’t keep shit to ourselves?” You laugh. Tom makes a sound of agreement pulling you closer.

“Well yeah—but when they say that we’re meant for each other, they have a point. You really are my soulmate.” The goofy grin on his face was permanently stuck to his lips. You giggled shifting to peck his lips. When he sees you struggle he meets you halfway, finally touching those soft luscious lips of yours.

“I guess I am.” You hummed contently, mirroring that lovestruck look on his face. There was no other person in the world that you’d be willing to spend this moment with. The more you stared into those honey brown eyes of his the more you believed your fans; he truly was your soulmate.

#marvel #mcu #avengers #Tom Holland x reader #little mix #jesy nelson #jade thirlwall #perrie edwards #leigh anne pinnock #tom holland imagines #tom holland fluff #tom holland one shot #tom holland drabble #tom holland headcanon #Tom Holland #tom holland imagine #ally’s requests #Tom Holland smut

[onestowatch]

Kokoroko Makes Music to Revitalize the Soul [Q&A]

Photo: Vicky Grout

After an exhausting day of being disoriented by the breakneck speed of life, surviving off of snacks and digital validation, too distracted to hear your body yearning for water and light, you return home to a comforting bowl of soup someone who loves you has made. Nourishing and warm, it commands your full presence and you have no choice but to be still with it. You can’t rush through it, nor disrespect it with split attention. You sip it slowly and intentionally, witnessing how every individual ingredient is heard, yet playing a vital role in something bigger than itself. You feel held and cared for, revitalized yet at full ease.

Take that feeling, give it a sound, and that’s Kokoroko.

The UK-based ensemble makes music that feels like a soul’s return home. It’s a deep exhale, a tangible reminder that music at its rawest form is medicine. With their jazzy, West African-rooted songs averaging about six minutes each, it’s difficult to not fall into a trance-like state. Each melodious track is a journey, paying deep respect to its Afrobeat origins.

Made up of eight members, what’s most impressive about their work is their ability to integrate their varied flavors, stories, and individualities so cohesively. They all glisten in perfect harmony, fitting together seamlessly while not diluting one another’s shine.

Ones To Watch had the absolute pleasure of getting to sit down with vocalist Sheila Maurice and percussionist Onome Edgeworth to discuss their commitment to paying respect to their heritage, how they remain rooted in their truth in an industry with a withering attention span, and their upcoming album Could We Be More?

Ones To Watch: The music you make pays such beautiful homage to your homeland. What do you want those who aren’t from West African or Caribbean upbringings to know about your culture?

Onome: It’s less of what we want them to know and more a feeling that we want to transmit. That sense of enjoyment, ownership, playfulness. The feeling that we have when we’re in our households and when we’re with our people. When we go to a place and they’re playing West African music we’re like, “Oh yeah this is a vibe, this is me.” It’s nostalgia and we want to share that.

I love that. You can taste the intentionality when you listen to your music, the respect that’s in your work. In an industry that’s very TikTok-led, have you ever struggled with remaining committed to your art rather than wanting to make something radio easy or that can go immediately viral?

Sheila: I feel like we’ve done a really good job of that. We’ve tried to be honest and authentic with what we do. I don’t think we’ve compromised with anything that we do, really.

Onome: Yeah, some of our songs are like 10 minutes, haha. With no TikTok-able moment.

Sheila: I feel like a lot of people catch onto that. I feel like they love it when they see people being authentic and real, being honest.

Onome: You have to work to enjoy our music. Some of our songs are a bit messy in parts, a bit chaotic.

Sheila: Very messy, very chaotic, haha.

Onome: So we try to own and enjoy that about our art, it’s a journey. You’ve gotta come with us and meet us where we’re at.

It’s a welcomed challenge, because people’s attention spans these days have dwindled to almost nothing with social media. Do you guys struggle with that at all, wanting to make these sonnets when our focus is so compromised?

Sheila: You of course have to make radio edits, but we haven’t struggled too much with that.

Onome: The song is in control. Whatever the song needs, you do that. And then obviously if you have to cut for radio you do, but for some of them it doesn’t work like that, so you don’t.

Sheila: And as far as social media goes, I think we’re honest there, too. We show who we are, we’re playful.

Onome: Yeah, the biggest problem with social media is getting distracted during rehearsals or in the studio. Everyone’s just in rehearsals like (brings phone a centimeter away from face).

What do you think little you would think about your lives right now?

Sheila: Aw man, what a cute question. I think the younger version of us would be flabbergasted. We’d be really proud of ourselves. We didn’t even imagine being at this place in our lives, I don’t think I could have visualized it.

Onome: Yeah, things didn't indicate that they were going in this direction.

Sheila: Definitely not, haha.

Onome: This was always something I wanted to do, I admired people that had done this job, so I think younger me would like me.

I would hope so! Check in with little you sometimes cause they’d probably give you the validation to remind you “Hey, this is really cool.” So what can we expect from your upcoming album Could We Be More? The singles so far are incredible.

Sheila: We’re having, well I wouldn’t say a fresh start but, we’re showing everyone what our sound is right now and what our potential is. It’s almost like a reintroduction to ourselves I guess.

Onome: Even for us, it’s like we’re documenting us finding our sound and playing around. The studio is a tool we’ve never really used before.

Sheila: Yeah, because prior, before we recorded the album, we used to essentially just write music and perform it, and then we’d workshop our songs to the audience. But this time we were forced to compose in a different way.

Onome: Yeah because you’re performing, going crazy, and the audience is vibing to it so you’re like “Cool, let’s do that in the studio,” but then there’s no audience in the studio so the vibe changes completely and it doesn’t translate. So learning to record in the studio is something we had the time to do this time. We’re creating in a different way.

Sheila: Working with a producer is new as well, we’d never done that before.

Oh, wow! I’m curious to see how all these little microshifts have led to something new. And lastly, of course, who are your Ones To Watch? 

Shiela: I know we’ll both agree on this one, BenjiFlow.

Onome: And Loshh. They’re both on tour with us and they’re great artists.

Sheila: And Lady Donli. I’d even say Miles James as well, I know he’s working on some stuff.

Check out Ones To Watch’s TikTok to watch Sheila and Onome play a game of “Who Is Most Likely To,” where we learn which band member gets the hangriest, is the group therapist, and has the most unread DMs.

#kokoroko #interview #jazz