'70s nod

Nothing is going to dissuade me from the visual of Allura, sitting alone at her kitchen table. A cup of tea in her hand as she reflects on the news she had received from Vox Machina. The room is silent, calm as she watches the steam slowly rising from the cup. 

All is peaceful until the door slams open, rattling on its hinges, to reveal Kima standing in the doorway. She’s breathing heavily, her cheeks pink from her mad dash from the castle, her eyes glowing as she practically vibrates with barely suppressed excitement. 

“BABE, CAN I GO SLAY A DRAGON!?” 

anonymous asked:

I'm not sure you want to post this (and I will msg you if you'd rather) but I was reading the anon's post about the more sony separates and your reply to that. I do think that Harry's team has done a bang up job promoting him and part of that does involve distancing himself from 1D. I think it's, like you said, important in some ways for the longevity of his career to broaden his fan base (die hads and casual). But I think the flip side is that they knew 1D fans were dying for solo music and +

+would drive those sales up. Because those are the people who would initially buy and stream the song without regard to whether they heard it on the radio or not. The hard push (played every hr on the hr on radio) was to draw new listeners into the fold. Along with all the industry buzz that was generated - people who may not be 1D fans but read BB might be read about how it was like Bowie or a nod to 70’s brit rock was curious and then listened. He’s got a great team behind hi that is +

+actually working FOR him. Now with SNL, they aim to bring another segment of the market into the fold. I mean, it’s great strategy and promo. Will it benefit the others? I’m not sure. I think from here on out Harry has set the bar for the other boys to reach. And without the name recognition it will be pretty difficult for them to match that level. Niall did well with This Town but he didn’t necessarily tap into another market the way Harry has (and that may not be his strategy at all which +

+is totally cool). Louis with his shit team will never garner that success despite doing so well with fans and EDM charts and I’m sure he has gotten some of Steve’s fans and EDM fans on his side now. And who knows with Liam. I feel so bad for him having to wait so long to put something out (not that I have any idea what is causing the delay). Anyhow, this got way long, and probably way off track too. I hope ALL of them have good teams behind them that promote them to a wide range of listeners +

+ That doesn’t mean it has to be the same fans Harry’s team is encouraging, but it does mean a broader audience outside of 1D fans. That’s what will keep them current and relevant and give them longevity. To draw new fans - maybe it’s top 40 fans, maybe it’s classic rock fans, maybe it’s dance music fans, maybe it’s r&b fans, or even adult contemporary (I think This Town would fit nicely in that market as well). But your last sentence is key. They can try to gain new fans while keeping your +

+existing fans. “The trick is to be able to do so in a way that brings the fandom along with your growth and make sure that they still feel connected and engaged with you.” I’m glad I found your blog and enjoy reading your opinions. Again, sorry this this got away from me and probably the original topic. 

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Thanks for your message, Anon. Thanks for taking the time to write that out and share your thoughts, and I appreciate the kind words as well.

You’re right - the fandom was always going to give Harry the initial sales and the social media boost that we give all the boys. His team were relying on that and the fandom did deliver. But broadening the audience really is part of the strategy here - for Harry’s new sound and for Harry’s new solo career. And it seems to be working.

We haven’t seen a reaction like this to an artist or a song IN A VERY LONG TIME. Across the board from industry execs, fellow musicians, celebs and journalists - the reaction has been astonishing. The launch of SOTT has been called a “cultural moment.” That is something most artists aspire for and simply never get. Harry did it.

So yes, Superstar Harry will only continue to scale greater heights from here on - after SNL, there will the album drop, probably a major awards show, Dunkirk, the Grammys, etc. etc. He will be firmly A-list and will have the best opportunities available to him. Everyone will want to be associated with him. One thing we all have to consider is that Harry’s A-team developed all this strategy with only Harry’s solo success in mind. That’s what they were paid to do. Their brief could have been something like “make this the ONLY solo launch that matters in 2017″ and look at them delivering on that. Nothing was going to be the same from April 7th and we’re all going to see just how different things are going to be for Harry and the boys from here on. We’re in a new era.

But success isn’t confined to Harry, ALL THE BOYS can be successful in their own right - with their own great projects, accolades and chart toppers. This isn’t a scenario where the rest of the boys are competing with Harry - there’s just no sense viewing it that way, because (in addition to the fact they’re doing different music genres) they’ve been on uneven ground for years. Solo Harry has had a head start on all of them since he’s been pushed as the 1D frontman and subsequently got the Azoffs backing him. That’s too much popularity, visibility and backing power to ever catch up with.  That’s just a different space.

Anyway,  Liam and Niall have full and capable teams now, and hopefully Louis will too (one can only hope as his situation isn’t sustainable.) The boys’ success requires the support of this committed fandom and creating products (music, etc.) with enough commercial appeal to bring in a new audience. Each of them are absolutely capable of it and using Harry’s success as some arbitrary yardstick is just going to bring frustration to this fandom. The boys are going to do what other all the artists do no matter who’s on top of the charts now — focus on their craft, (hopefully) get the best people to work with who will given them the support they need, and put in the hard work needed. 

A Man Worth Fighting For- 2

Summary: Seventy years has passed and the world has changed. You thought you were moving on until Steve Rogers asks you for a favor which leads to a discovery that will change everything. So much for retirement. Sequel to “A Girl Worth Fighting For.” Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: ~2200
Warnings: Language, as always.
Tags at the end.

Masterlist   Part 1  

Six Months Later

Steve stuck his hands in his pockets, leaning against the doorway. He remained quiet, listening intently. The woman speaking looked down at the floor, her hands clasped in front of her as she told a story. Sam didn’t see him standing there until the group began to break apart and slipped out the doors and into the streets of Washington D.C.

“Look who it is, the running man.”

“Caught the last few minutes.” Steve moved towards Sam, letting his crossed arms drop to his sides. “Pretty intense.”

“Yeah, brother, we all got the same problems. Guilt, regret.”

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Grab the nearest pint of ice cream because I’ve got some stories from GLITTERY HELL!


So our policy is that if its like… a single item and the price that their complaining about is like less than a dollar we just change it for them because… dollar. 


Our summer toys are 70% off. The sign says ‘70% off lowest ticket price.’ The ticketed price is the price that is on the items, which is the original price. 


Woman comes up with a cart full of toys and says they are 70% off. I nod and tell her that it will ring up at the 70% off price. So I scan an item, which rings up 1.49 and she says:

“And then 70% off of that, right?”

“No, ma’am. That is the price after the 70% discount.”

“But it says 70% off the lowest price.”

“Right, and the lowest ticketed price was 4.99.”

“No, the lowest ticked price is 1.49.”

“I’m sorry, but it says here that the original price is 4.99.”

“Right, but that’s the original price. Not the lowest ticket price.”

“The lowest ticket price is actually the original price. We haven’t lowered the price of this item. It is ringing up the price after the discount.”

“Do you want me to show you what the sign says?”

“I know what the sign says. But the lowest ticket price is 4.99, not 1.49.”

She shoves her cart full of toys into the empty register well and runs back, grabs the sign, and shoves it in my face.

“LOWEST TICKETED PRICE. 1.49 IS THE LOWEST TICKETED PRICE.”

“Ma’am. I understand what you are saying, but 1.49 is the price AFTER the discount. The lowest ticket price is 4.99. -points to the price on the item- See? Right there. That is the ticket price.”

“I need to speak to a manager.”

So I call up my manager and she repeats what I said. The woman keeps saying that the lowest ticket price is 1.49. Another manager walks by and sees the commotion, tells her the exact same thing. The woman just keeps repeating the same thing over and over again because she refuses to believe what I and two managers have to say on the matter. 

“I’m going to come back with someone else to EXPLAIN TO YOU what I am trying to tell you because you ARE JUST NOT GETTING IT!” She leaves, abandons her cart, and takes the sign with her. 

Ma’am, you are a literal child. No. Actually. At a certain age, children learn what the word ‘no’ means and they accept these limitations. You, ma’am, are an ex-parrot. 

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“Better?” “Perfect”

Dean stood in front of the mirror, staring at the image in front of him, lost in his thoughts. It couldn’t be, could it? 

A knock on the door startled him. “Dean, breakfast’s ready”. Castiel’s voice came from the other side of the bathroom door. 

“Coming” Dean responded. 

He heard the angel’s footsteps go away and looked at the mirror again. He sighed and cleaned his face. 

He ate breakfast in silence, Castiel barely drank some coffee, since he didn’t need any food. A warm light was entering through the kitchen’s window. Sometimes was hard to remember that this was life now. A small farm house lost in Kansas, long mornings, homemade food, a warm body beside him every morning… No more hunts, no more motel rooms, no more ends of the world, no more fear, no more. 

If someone had told him he would have this life he would have laughed and probably kick that someone’s ass. Because retiring from the hunting life and moving out to an actual house with an angel was not exactly what he had expected. He hadn’t actually expected to live for so long, he just wished he had more time to enjoy this. And that’s why the image in the mirror scared him so much. 

He spent his day fixing an old ford from the 80′s. That’s what he did now. He bought old beauties and fixed them up so they could find new owners. It kept his mind occupied. 

The afternoon arrived without Dean noticing. He just worked on the car, he was having a bad day, he didn’t want to think. 

Castiel was sitting on the sofa with a mug of tea in his hands between his chest and his legs when he came back in to the house, a space documentary was on tv. He looked up at Dean, who had some grease staining his clothes. 

“Are you okay?” Dean didn’t answer, he simply let himself fall in the couch. Cas left his mug on the coffee table and laid back inviting Dean to lay his head on his lap, which the ex-hunter did. “What’s bothering you?” 

“You are an angel”

Castiel snorted. “Yes, I’m aware of that”

“No, I mean… You are an angel and I’m just human.”

Castiel sighed. “Dean, we’ve talked about this. I love you and I wanna be with you, you are worth-”

“It’s not that” He cut him. He was actually embarrassed of the motive of his moping. “I- I’m old”

“What?”

“I’m getting old. I’m starting to have gray hair but you, you are just the same.” He pouted.

“Oh”

“Yeah”

Castiel was silent, like he was trying to figure out something. Dean wanted to hide, he was actually embarrassed, he knew he was being childish.

“Dean” Cas caressed his hair slowly. “Are you afraid I don’t find you aesthetically pleasant?” He said amused.

“Don’t laugh at me.” 

“Sorry” He chuckled. “Dean, your soul is as beautiful as always and don’t worry, I will always find you “hot””. He actually did the air quotes. 

Dean was still unsure. “Even when I’m 70?”. Castiel nodded. “80?” Cas nodded again. “And… wh-when I die…” Dean looked away.

Castiel frowned and lifted Dean’s chin so he looked at him. “When that happens I’ll be waiting you in heaven. 

Dean finally give in and smiled. “Okay.” 

Castiel grinned and leaned down, kissing Dean sweetly. “Better?”

Dean nodded. “Perfect”

whydouwantaname  asked:

Sam, Bucky and Steve living together in the Stark towers and one day Sam just sits nexts to them on the couch and asks: "So who's fucking who?"

           Thanks so so much :) 

Tony Stark really was insane. As if getting rid of all of his suits didn’t cover it, he actually dedicated entire floors of Stark Tower to Steve Rogers and the rest of the avengers individually, and that was just too much. See, Steve grew up in 1940 when candy bars and pop cost a nickel and a dollar could get you a hell of a lot more than what it could get in 2014. So, a whole floor was much more space than Steve needed. After all, he and Bucky had crammed themselves into a horrible shoebox apartment and had been perfectly happy, but then maybe the space wasn’t the problem. Maybe it was the fact that Bucky wasn’t there with him, like he always used to be. 

            After Steve and Sam had tracked down the Winter Soldier, they led a broken shell of the James Buchanan Barnes that Steve used to know everything about back to the underground remainder of SHIELD. Despite Hydra’s infiltration of the agency, Nick Fury had friends in high places and managed to rebuild a much smaller version of SHIELD, employing his most trusted agents only after they had gone through intensive background checks. By the time Steve, Sam, and Bucky reached the safe house Fury and his associates were staying in, Bucky had began remembering bits and pieces of the last 70 years. After months of closely guarded rehabilitation, Bucky had nearly all of his memories of the forties and beyond, and was released from SHIELD supervision. Steve and Sam helped Bucky find an apartment that wasn’t too far away from Steve’s, and Tony schmoozed some higher-ups to get Bucky his army pension that had stacked up over the years. Steve had told himself it was good Bucky was on his own, but Bucky’s shadow somehow showed up on the walls of Steve’s apartment and his voice carried through the air as if he was just in the other room. Steve hadn’t hesitated at all at the concept of moving in with the rest of the Avengers; it was far too quiet in an apartment that should have been for two.

            It took quite a bit of time after the Battle of Manhattan for Stark to completely rebuild Stark Tower, but he must have been relatively certain that the Avengers would move in because when Steve was shown his floor he found it had anything he could want. He was Told Clint and Natasha had the top floor, Sam had the one below it (because after he heard about the Winter Soldier fiasco, Tony considered Sam as much of an Avenger as anyone else), Bruce had the one right above Tony and Pepper’s, and the laboratories on the second floor as well as the first floor were to be used as a sort of common area.  Of course, Tony had left some of the rooms on each floor as guest rooms, just in case. At first Steve had thought Stark Towers would be a great idea, but he found it was even worse than the apartment, despite the common area on the first floor of the building that was nearly always occupied by one or more of Steve’s friends. Walking around his floor, Steve could pick out anything Bucky would have loved just as easily as he could find what he loved. It took about three days before Steve called Bucky and all but begged him to come to Stark Tower, even though he knew Bucky had previously declined Tony’s olive branch just days before Steve accepted his. Steve didn’t think he could have been any happier than he was when he found Bucky sprawled on the couch in the common area reading an old gossip magazine with a huge suitcase on the floor next to him.

            Tony converted Bucky’s floor into a gym the day after Bucky declined Tony’s offer, so Steve practically dragged Bucky into the elevator and to Steve’s floor, not that Steve would have had it any other way. Bucky laughed and told Steve that living in his own apartment in the 21st century wasn’t nearly as fun as sharing a shoebox with Steve in the 20th, so they figured that it was probably for the best that they spilt Steve’s whole floor. Of course, each of them would have their own room, something they didn’t have the luxury of in a time that seemed to be filmed in sepia tone and when money was “tighter than Steve’s fancy new suit”. But, Bucky’s room started getting used less and less as time went on.

The rest of the group noticed slight changes in Steve’s behavior that came with Bucky’s presence. Steve smiled more and laughed at all of Bucky’s horrible puns, and Steve constantly found excuses to rest a hand on Bucky’s shoulder or to otherwise completely ignore the concept of personal space. And soon, Tony, Bruce, Sam, and Clint found themselves conferring in hushed tones.

“Dad always said they were fucking but-“

“Tony, we don’t know that that’s true.”

“Bruce, come on. Literally three days after he got here Cap invited Barnes to come stay with us and the kid shows up the next fucking day? I offered him a goddamn floor a couple weeks ago and he told me it would probably be better if he tried to make it on his own for a while. Plus, like I said, my dad knew them in the forties, y’know back when this whole concept was even unthinkable. And e said Agent Carter totally agreed.”

“Tony, I think that last bit might have been a joke. Let’s just- let’s not jump to conclusions.”

Sam sighed and dragged a hand down his face, shaking is head at Tony’s antics.

“Here’s a crazy idea,” Sam looked around at the small group that had gathered in Tony and Bruce’s lab, “Why don’t we just ask them?”

“I would love to see how that works out for you, Wilson,” Clint piped up from his perch on the back of Tony’s couch.

“Alright fine let’s go.”

Sam turned and walked out of the room towards the elevator, just barely hearing the group shuffle behind him. They crammed themselves into the elevator, remaining dead silent until they reached the common floor where Steve and Bucky had been watching a baseball game. Sam turned to look at each of the men stuffed in the elevator and then back to where Steve and Bucky sat. Steeling himself, Sam strode towards the couch and threw himself down beside Steve, and waited for the rest of the group to gather by the TV.

“So, uh, who’s playing?”

Tony buried his head in his hands while Steve replied to Sam’s question in a surprisingly bitter tone.

“The Dodgers. They were better when they were in Brooklyn.”

Bucky scowled beside Steve, and yeah apparently the Dodgers leaving Brooklyn was still a bit of a sore spot even after 70 years. Sam nodded, choosing not to dive deeper into that subject, and almost got distracted by the game on TV before Tony nudged him, his eyes flicking between Sam, Steve, and Bucky rapidly. Sam turned to look at the two fossils sitting beside him and mentally kicked himself for having to ask the question.

“Who’s fucking who?”

Steve’s eyes went wide and Bucky nearly choked on the chip he had just put into his mouth, causing Steve to momentarily forget the question and turn to make sure Bucky was alright. Bucky waved Steve off before turning to Sam.

“Sorry?”

“Who’s fucking who?”

“ Yeah that’s what I thought you said but—“

“Steve is fucking Bucky, has been for a long time now,” Natasha cut in walking into the room and curling into the chair in front of the TV.

“I’m sorry, but how do you know this?”

“Save it, Barnes. It’s the way you two act just stop playing dumb.”

Sam turned to Steve as if questioning if what Natasha said was valid. Steve caught Sam looking at him through the corner of his eye and figured it would be best to “just stop playing dumb”. Shrugging, Steve leaned forward to grab a chip, while Bucky looked mortified in his seat beside Steve.

“Who’d have thought America’s National Icon has been fucking the Winter Soldier,” Clint laughed from his seat by Natasha, flinching when she hit him over the back of the head.

Steve leaned into Bucky’s arm, which had been lying over the top of the couch.

“Well, now that that’s settled can we get back to watching our game?”