ok so i went to the listening session earlier and now im gonna try to type out everything i remember from each song. dont expect this to be too coherent as im still extremely overwhelmed from it all. im putting this under a read more bc spoilers obviously but yeah here we go!!!!!
Summary: You were already having a bad day, and then in walks Mr. Perfect and his best friend’s puppy. Oh, and he needs you to hurry because he’s got a blind date tonight, and he’s really nervous.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2,993
Author’s Note: Do you know how long this has been in my drafts? Anyways, here’s more fluff. Sorry I’ve been the Ebeneezer Scrooge of fluff, but I can’t help it that I’m a cynical, angsty bitch who likes to make people suffer.
There were certain rules to being a veterinary technician.
Number one, waterproof mascara and eyeliner always! When the customer cries, you cry. Number two, carry a lint roller on you at all times; it’s best to get the pocket-sized one, because Mr. Twinkles sheds a lot! Number three, iron your scrubs! And it’s probably best to keep an extra pair in your car, because Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell likes to pee on people.
Even though you knew these rules by heart, and you followed them every single day of your work-life, today was an exception. It was just one of those days that absolutely nothing- no matter how hard you tried- was going right. You were covered in fluffy cat hairs, Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell peed on your leg twice, and you had run out of waterproof mascara; so when Mr. Langley brought in his thirteen year old Labrador to put her down, he cried, and so you cried, and in the end you looked like the raccoon that liked to sneak into the office dumpsters at closing.
I’m not usually one for deep lyric interpretation. I like to simply experience the music, before I try to make any sense of it. That said, Only Angel has found me a bit perplexed (though I dearly love the sound of it) but I believe I had an epiphany last night.
Harry expertly (and I think instinctively) molds his voice to fit the mood and feel of a particular song. Some have said his voice seems too warm for a song that’s about pure lust and surrender to it. It doesn’t have that hard edge, “I don’t care” feel like Kiwi. I have a few ideas about the vocal warmth and what the song might mean to Harry.
I believe the song is about the real Harry as opposed to what others expect, or wish him to be.
The angel is his personification of qualities within himself which he is not allowed to express, or show freely. (Including, but not necessarily limited to, being a gay man in love with his band-mate.)
The song begins and ends with a “heavenly chorus.” “She’s an angel, my only angel.” is an argument against everyone shaming and telling him no. Every time something negative is said about “her,” Harry reinforces that “she” is, in fact, an angel - there’s nothing wrong with her as she is. He is fully committed to it, powerless (as if consumed by lust) to be other than who and what he is. He fights and claws to be himself - even if only in darkened hallways and secluded rooms. He always crawls back to himself - away from the image of who he’s supposed to be.
“Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see That I’m still the only one who’s been in love with me.”
He’s no longer questioning who he is, but embracing it. He wants the listener to open their eyes and see him. They’ve been in love with a facade, a false image, but not really with him.
“Couldn’t take you home to mother….” I don’t for one second believe he’s singing about Anne here. “Mother” refers to every authority telling him he’s not good enough - he must project a false front. He’s done with being shamed. It doesn’t matter what “she” told her brother, the facade is not an accurate image. He can’t help being who and what he is - you may call it evil or ugly, but again Harry insists “she” is an angel. “She” is good and worthy as her true self. Not only is she an angel, but, “My only angel.” The song is raucous and proud, unapologetic. And isn’t that what Harry has become? Raucously, proudly, unapologetically himself. (All the while, still having to hide a very important piece of it.)
So, there you have it. I believe the song is about fame, false images and self acceptance. The burning lust to be one’s self even under fame’s hot light. Being true to himself and truly himself, of course, does not mean he wants to expose all his secrets in public. Whether this is Harry’s interpretation, we’ll never know, but he would never say this is wrong. (He’ll only do that if you say he wrote a song about Swifty!)
"I've always been bad" cut to the nerdiest poet ever to appear on tv
I made the weirdest giggle snort when I saw this in my inbox.
Fun fact - there was one summer where I was stuck in a tiny, tiny town in Nebraska with very little to do. We’re talking the kind of town with one restaurant, one grocery store, and two bars- all located on Main St. I’d brought a VHS tape with me that had Fool for Love recorded on it and… well…
I had that entire episode fucking memorized by the time we went back home.
I seem to have two main types when it comes to characters - awkward heartfelt nerds and villians who want to redeem themselves. So learning that Spike was secretly a love struck dork who wrote really bad poetry was like ~a chorus of angels singing~ moment for me.
I just want to take him and wrap him up in a blanket.
One of my favorite parts about Spike were the moments where we saw flashbacks to his life before Sunnydale. Because when you put those pieces together, he repeatedly comes across as a man who is deeply insecure, constantly seeking the approval of others despite behaving as though he’s above that sort of thing. He was a human who only wanted to be loved and accepted despite knowing he didn’t fit in. As a vampire, he couldn’t stand Angelus and yet looked up to him like some twisted father figure who he wished would see him as an equal. He completely dedicated himself to Dru as if they were soulmates and yet that level of devotion was never fully reciprocated. And eventually, he reaches a point where that same desire to find somewhere to belong, somewhere to fit in, applies to Buffy and her gang. It’s an ill-fitting transition that hits of a lot of bumps in the road, but it’s there all the same.
I also appreciate him as a character because he makes the Buffyverse’s line between good and evil really blurry. With Angel, it’s a relatively simple dichotomy - he has a soul, he’s good. He doesn’t, he’s all-out 100% sadistic evil. But with Spike, he’s kind of caught somewhere in between. Even as a demon-driven vampire, he feels sympathy. He has the capacity for kindness. He tries to offer comfort. He holds the safety of the Summers sisters above his own survival. And at the exact same time, he’s still making morally questionable if not outright despicable choices because he’s still a soulless creature… I feel like the writers didn’t always strike the right balance between the two, which made it feel as though they weren’t exactly sure what to do with him. But the fact that that grey area existed in the first place is really interesting to me in a show that is all about good vs evil.
I know you probably weren’t expecting a rant from a little joke ask like that but… well… here ya go.
I suppose it’s a consequence of having not talked about a fandom you were intensely into for years… it all kinda spills out at once.
Warnings: none, pranks gone wrong, suggestion of sex at the end
A/N: This is for @bkwrm523 30 prompts challenge. Late, I know, but life got in the way. But it’s here!! Sorry for being gone for so long and I hope a little Winchester banter will make it up to you.
Edit: Big thanks and shoutout to @adriellej for betaing and helping me with this fic :D
“Fed up, you threw the soap at him!” you exclaimed as you slammed your hand on the steel table top. “Or rather…ME!” You glared at the two adult hunters in front of you, both of them frozen in their spots, against the wall behind the older Winchester a greasy splash and a bar of soap scattered across the floor. With a huff you marched off towards the library, leaving a wet trail behind, pulling your soaking wet clothes from your body.
Their miniature prank war had been going on all week. It all started with a snarky comment from Dean and a pair of scissors. He may have gotten a little too close to Sammy’s hair with the metal blades, chopping off some of the edges by accident and sending his little brother into a fit. A lot of apologies and a haircut later you thought that would be the end of it.
Kry’s note: This is what happens when you accidently tell a chat group you’ve been drinking. Not edited or betad and is pretty raw. I’M SORRY!
Chat Noir had to admit; Marinette was fun to be around. He hadn’t laughed so hard in such a long time. And over the most stupid, inane things ever. It was catching, her laugh was absolutely delightful and every time the chorus of angels graced the sky he found himself leaning closer to her, reveling in her voice and her presence and her laughter.
How’s everybody doing?
Alright, now, my name is Adam Lambert, and I am proud to be a human.
I’m also gay, cis-gendered, redheaded, Jewish, and a man, but that’s getting specific.
Look, we have moved into an era of intense categorizing in an effort to declare our identities.
We use labels in order to help others understand who we are, and how we live, and sometimes we need them to figure ourselves out too, because we want to take pride in our individuality.
But do you sometimes feel that we have gotten a little carried away with all of these labels?
Because at the end of the day we are all human beings.
I mean wouldn’t you rather identify someone by their name and their energy, instead of their sexual preference, their race, their gender, their age, or their religion?
If we could do that, wouldn’t that be more rewarding and allow for deeper connection?
Now, I know, that’s being very idealistic.
It’s wishful thinking, and sadly, this is not the reality of the world we live in.
Now, I typically avoid publicly speaking about politics because of its divisiveness.
People get real sensitive and I ain’t trying to piss anybody off.
But, this year things have gone way too far.
So, I’m not speaking today about being a democrat versus a republican.
Today is about right versus wrong.
The current presidential administration has manipulated the country using fear and hate to gain power to divide us.
Our differences are being used against us, and the shockwaves of this dangerous rhetoric have rippled throughout our community and beyond.
And it fucking hurts.
We have come way too far to stand by and watch our social progress be yanked backwards.
You know, it’s almost like they’re going “Meh. You’re different, you can’t sit with us.”
What the fuck is that?
It’s childish and it needs to end now.
Now, our pride parade is usually an all-out shit show of a party where we all dress up like crazy unicorns and prance around through the streets.
It is a celebration of the progress we have made; our liberation, our freedom, our glitter.
But this year we are facing such dark forces that pride has taken on a deeper purpose.
So today we stand together in order to support anyone who’s human rights are at risk.
We resist homophobia, we resist transphobia, we resist misogyny, bi-invisibility, we resist racism, xenophobia, and we resist extremism, and anything else that helps promote hate.
We stand defiant and will not be brainwashed.
We refuse to be sucked into that kind of negativity.
But. I ask you not to fight hate with hate.
We don’t want to be hypocrites.
So how can we resist?
I’ll tell you what I think.
With unity, with visibility, truth, inclusion, acceptance, and most importantly love.
Look, we got a lot of work to do, and a lot of ignorance to combat, but we know right from wrong.
We know that we are stronger together than we are divided.
So, take some time today and connect with someone different from you. Recognize another human being.
We all deserve to love and be loved, and that goes for all of us within the queer community, within this country, and on this planet.
After all, the only way our rainbow is a motherfucking rainbow is with all the colors shining equally.
Thank you! Thank you!
(And now it’s my pleasure to introduce, once again, the Gay Men’s Chorus of Los Angeles, the Trans Chorus of Los Angeles, and the West Coast Singers, singing “This Land is My Land". Thank you!)
Adam Lambert (Resist March LA Pride 6/11/2017) (Credit to Lilybop on YouTube for the Audio of this speech)
Request: When a powerful vampire falls for a human university student Requested by: Reirei anon Word count: 3,971 Genre: Fantasy and fluff, I guess? Warnings: None!
A/N: I tried :( I’m sorry I had to tweak the request a little to make the story flow better. Ended up including more of the ‘university’ aspect of the request than the ‘powerful vampire’ part, I hope you don’t mind!
For the upteempth time today, you find yourself pursing your lips at your laptop, your pen repeatedly tapping a restless rhythm against the keyboard. You’ve been staring at your year-end report for hours yet all you’ve churned out so far were a measly three paragraphs.
So much for a major in art, you think, all too ready to throw everything out of the window at this point. You loved art, but the compulsory art history module is a whole other story altogether. It is simply too dry and boring for your taste. “Forget this,” you sigh to yourself. “I’ll try this again tomorrow.”
Slapping your laptop shut, you put your study materials aside and pull out your trusty, dog-eared drawing pad out of your backpack. Nothing like a quick sketch to alleviate the mounting stress of university life.
Frank Castle hasn’t been on a real date since the last time Hell’s Kitchen had a drive-in movie theatre. That was approximately a decade ago, if his math is right, but Christ only knows he isn’t great with numbers. Or dates. His general perception of time has begun to edge out of sync with reality, in all honesty.
There had been some requests for a review on the Thirty Seconds to Mars + Muse + Pvris first concert, and since I went to it I am more than happy to oblige.
May 20th, 2017.
Bands appearance in order:
1. PVRIS (approximately a 30-45 minute set, they came on stage at 7pm on the dot)
2. Thirty Seconds to Mars(approximately an hour set they came on around 8 pm and were done by 9 pm)
3. Muse(approximately a two hour set, they came on at about 9:15 pm and were done by 10:45 pm as 11 pm was “curfew”)
SETLIST FOR 30STM ONLY:
Up In the Air
This is War
Kings and Queens
The Kill (ACOUSTIC!)
Attack (Just the chorus, also acoustic!)
City of Angels
Do or Die (This is where people go on stage)
Closer to the Edge (Last song, this is where people left the stage).
I honestly have nothing but wonderful things to say about my entire experience tonight. Even some nice ladies in front of me said they had been to countless rock and heavy metal concerts but nothing could ever top 30STM for them. AND I AGREE.
This was the stage set up. Huge triad in the back and Jared looking like a Gucci Priest, the usual get up! He had so much energy and he sang very chord with all the passion and willpower in his being. He sounds absolutely amazing live, my words don’t do enough justice for his talent.
He started off with the first four songs in full blast, he played guitar for them and everyone was going absolutely nuts. It wasn’t until 30STM appeared that the crowds stood up to sing and dance and interact with the performers.
During the middle of it before he went to sing The Kill he got off stage and moved to see the people in the back and he sang for them, which was absolutely incredible and sweet. There was no crowd surfing but he pointed out a small child from the audience and asked his name and where he was from and if there were any other kids in the audience, how he did in the last tour. He was very happy and glad to be there, always pumping up the crowd, calling us crazy and loud and fun and all that good stuff. He pointed out that they hadn’t taken the stage in almost two years and how nice it was to be back to perform for his fans.
Lots of dry ice all over the place, but no confetti or balloons.
As to how I got on stage, one of the girls working for them just picked me from where I was sitting before the entire concert started and told me that she would give me a flag to hold for their performance and that during Do or Die and Closer to The Edge I’d be able to go on stage and jump around with him. When City of Angels came on, Shayla gave me a paper to sign (honestly I did’t even read it, I was too in shock, but it must have been a compliance form/contract promising good behavior while I was around Jared and the guys). Then I went back stage and waited for Do or Die and then went up with them until the very end.
Tomo and Shannon were also very powerful in their performances, no faults here in case you guys were wondering.
It had been two years since they performed all together and really they were nothing short of perfect. NO mistakes. They must have been nervous at first but it happens, they’re human.
And I know you guys expected new songs but… honestly I had the time of my life with what they played and everyone else was just as excited about it.
And yes… I know… he was in Gucci and he was sweating in it, but what of it? I think even Muse came out wearing Gucci?? So don’t think too hard about what he was wearing, because it doesn’t matter, or what he played, if you’re really there for them its worth every dollar, every minute, and every scream that you will let out if you go.
Note: Yes, there was supposed to be a phone call and it was supposed to be at the end of City of Angels but I was backstage already when that happened, so i did not get to see for sure! Sorry!
This post was edited for better details and clarification!