I don’t think that anyone will read this but anyways lol: My first ritual.
Me and my best friend arrived at the venue waaaaay to late. Maybe two ours too early and there where already like 30 people waiting. We thought that we would be the first ones to arrive (lol as if).
So we sat down on a bench and I was so excited that I just talked bullshit all the time.
Waiting felt like an eternity and my heart skipped a beat when the security arrived at the gate. They checked our pockets and let us in. This was some black friday shit. I’ve never runned so fast in my life before.
Even though we arrived to late we could still manage to get in the second row. We were on Fire’s site on the stage.
I was so close to black out because I was so excited, it was way to warm and I was so dehydrated.
Let’s just skip the part where zombi played because to be honest…I didn’t enjoyed it at all😂
Then again…waiting. But when they finally arrived on stage I screamed like someone was killing me. The girl in front of me turned around and just stared at me😂.
Everything was so perfect and I already miss them so much that it actually hurts. Papa even talked a lil bit in German and damn…that sounds so fucking sexy with that fake italian accent on top of it😂. When he said “Fräulein” to the sisters of sin I almost choked lol.
Papa did that: oh yeah I’m going to finger your asshole gesture to Fire, so I put my two fingers up (to tell him that he should use two fingers, hell yeah) he saw that and looked at me like I just insulted his entire family lol.
Papa stared at me during cirice and I thought that he’s going to pick me but sike…he stares at me right through my soul and then just walked away (dat lil bitch come back). I probably messed up bc I didn’t know how to react. Thanks to my social anxiety I normally get panic attacks when someone is staring at me so I probably just stood there with my mouth open.
But I got a mummy dust thrust right in my face and I catched some dust and cash.
Fire threw a pick at me but my clumsy ass couldn’t catch it.
When the show was over I felt like I was fucking reborn. Like…all my worries where completely gone for this moment. We went to the merch thingy and I bought a crucifix pin and that dollar note papa t-shirt.
And then we decided to go to the tour bus.
AND HOW I EMBARRASSED MYSELF IN FRONT OF AETHER, FIRE AND PAPA IS ANOTHER STORY THAT I WELL TELL YOU SOON. To be continued.
The "this machine kills fascists" shirt she sold has yellow pit stains on it... i literally just noticed. zoom in, omg i dont even know what to say. a fan paid EIGHT DOLLARS for a cheap t shirt with sloppy handwriting and YELLOW PIT STAINS! Are you KIDDING ME??
I want that early Sunday morning kinda love. Where church isn’t the place I worship. I want that pay 80 dollars for a matching t shirt that we never wear kinda love. I want a you’re meeting my parents so trim your beard and your hair kinda love. I want that even though I don’t really care tell me about your friends kinda love. I want that what are you doing? It depends kind of love. I want that crazy let me clone you using your split ends kind of love. I want that call me when you get home kinda love. Knowing damn well that I’ve already used up all my cellular data on my phone kinda love. I want that I’m not hungry but I’ll steal some of your chilli cheese fries kinda love. I want that if I share my food with you and I don’t cry you know it’s real kinda love. I want that tell my friends about you so they tease me kinda love. I want that you just texting me pleases me kinda love. I want a cliche kinda love. I want that you have flaws but I’ll accept them anyway kinda love. I want that I don’t believe in anything but you still make me pray kinda love. I want a silent I don’t have anything else I need to say kinda love. I want a pacing back and forth while you’re typing your message kinda love vowing that I’ll never exercise. Then I do it again as I exercise my freedom of speech as you make it so hard to do as you leave me speechless kinda love except for some mild extremities as if you were holding me down like I’m holding you down as my blood rushes to some of my extremities namely my hand that’s in yours and I just grip tightly as if I was applying pressure to a perfuse wound. That’s my kinda love. I want that correct me to show that we both have power kinda love. I want that don’t say my. Say our kinda love.
ok! so here is a VERY belated tips for seeing hamilton post that was requested like…. 4 days ago lmao
ur going to want to cheer every single time lin opens his mouth but u should probably not do that. the pauses for applause last abt 5-10 seconds but then the actors start singing again so thats when u should stop clapping
that being said, there are times when youre gonna find that you cannot physically clap even though the song was breathtaking and amazing ie stay alive (reprise) and it’s quiet uptown like oh my god … oh my god… it’s okay just let ur emotions go
u think u know about phillipa soo’s scream at the end of stay alive (reprise) but you fucking dont man… holy SHIT… just be prepared oh my god it’s so piercing and visceral i felt like i was dead
if youre going to get merch, do so AT INTERMISSION, not after the show! everyone else is gonna be going to the bathroom or outside to smoke and ur gonna have to fight ur way down to the merch stand but it’s worth it
merch prices as i remember them: expensive. A. Ham snapback was 30 bucks. hamiltome sold out fast (i got the last one!) (for fifty dollars). t-shirts range in price from 25 to 40 dollars. cheapest thing is a set of buttons for 15 dollars (worth it imho)
stage dooring! not everyone is going to come out! it’s going to take a while! just be patient! if you had done a 2.5 hours nonstop hiphopera u would want to take a breather too.
listen to the cops and employees at the stage door and leave when they tell you to, even if who you wanted to see didn’t come out yet
just have fun and hydrate before you go and donate to broadway cares on the way out!!!!! it’s kind!!!!
RACHEL hi i want h/l "like ships in the night" please :) thankies!
ooh okay so i’m trying to think out of the box here, because i immediately thought of, like, a pirate au, which isn’t super creative for a fic title about ships. so, what about a famous/not famous au.
louis is…. let’s see, i’m tired of actors and singers, let’s go with… louis is the next jon stewart. he has a comedy news program where he basically yells for an hour every night about every goddamn thing going wrong in this country. he’s hilarious, of course, but he’s also sharp as a blade and has a brilliant mind for politics, and he can tear people apart with a tilt of his head. he has guests on his show and while he always gives them a chance to be good, if they step over a line and say something he disagrees with, he eviscerates them. he becomes, quite literally, the voice of a generation too cynical to trust the actual news media.
his private life has always been a bit of a mystery. he has to be seen as impartial, a middle voice with no issues that affect him more than others. he’s not married, his fans do know that much, and he’s got a few famous friendships that seem to be legit (like niall horan, pro golfer and children’s book author, and liam payne, music mogul). however, despite the number of sneaky pictures fans take of him while he’s out at restaurants, seeing shows or movies, at concerts, whatever, they can’t quite suss him out.
which means, of course, that while louis is very much out in his personal life, in his professional life he’s tightly, tightly closeted.
but that’s okay. he tells himself that being the ~voice of a generation is worth a thousand times more than being able to take his boyfriends on dates outside of his apartment. if someone is with him, then surely they know how important his work is (but, of course, the reason he’s a serial dater is because no one actually does understand, and they all tend to slip away about a month in, claiming they “just can’t do it anymore.” that his job takes over his life. that they can’t handle only having him a couple of hours a week while his job gets him the rest of his waking hours and some of his sleeping ones too).
so louis’ show is more popular than ever, and he has a triangle tattooed on his ankle but no one ever sees it under his desk. he’s decided maybe eternal bachelorhood might be the best thing for him.
and then the show hires a new writer, some broad-shouldered, holes-in-his-jeans, PhD in politics, silk scarf in his hair and five dollar t-shirt, five minutes to finish a sentence but it’s worth it to hear the whole thing, absolute fucking angel named harry styles.
harry’s first day in the writing room is like a firestorm. he’s there before anyone else, five national newspapers spread out in front of him, and he has a list of eight major news stories that have happened that louis has yet to cover. he also wrote out a script already that not only includes all eight topics, but ties them all together in a way that shows who people should really be angry at (the government. it’s always the government). harry’s passionate and whip-smart and when someone says “isn’t that a bit risky?” he just grins and says “yeah, it is.”
he and louis click immediately, in a challenging, headstrong, debating-for-so-long-louis-loses-his-voice sort of way. louis’ head writer, grimmy, can’t tell if they hate each other or if they’re wildly in love. the rest of the staff, when they see harry pitch a suggestion and louis’ eyes light up and he leans forward to interrogate why, just sit back and watch the fireworks like spectators at a tennis match, back and forth and back again. harry and louis are the first people into the offices in the morning and the last ones to leave, and then grimmy isn’t wondering if his best writer and his showrunner hate each other anymore, because they so clearly love each other that it’s almost embarrassing to watch.
at one point, louis takes a moment and realizes he hasn’t dated anyone in six months, but he’s happier than he’s ever been. he spends three nights a week sleeping on the pull-out couch in his office, but he wakes up to harry sipping coffee and flipping through the Times so it’s not too bad. he’s in love with harry and he’s pretty sure harry loves him back but it goes unspoken, in coffee deliveries and “here’s an article i think you’d like” and little brushes of their knees under the writing table. harry finds a tiny rainbow teddy bear and puts louis’ sunglasses on it, and it’s louis’ favorite new thing.
soon, though, it all goes to hell (because it has to). a topic comes up with one of louis’ guests, maybe some homophobic Senator who came onto the show knowing exactly how louis can turn the tides and make you look like an idiot, so he’s immediately on the attack. he prods at louis for the whole interview until, finally, louis snaps and gives him the reaction he was looking for. he yells for a good two minutes straight, and then when he leans back, relishing the wideness of the Senator’s eyes, he hears the silence in the studio hit him like a brick.
oh, shit. he just came out to a hundred people in the audience.
and a homophobic Senator.
there’s no time for damage control. they can edit that bit out of the show before it airs, but greg is saying that it’s already trending on twitter and, hell, there’s even a video. the Senator is escorted away, smiling smugly at the chaos he’s caused, and louis stammers his way through the rest of the show. the audience is rapt, waiting for him to acknowledge it.
so he does. he sees the teleprompter showing his closing lines for the night, but he ignores them, and instead goes ad lib. “so,” he laughs shakily, and the audience seems to soften a little. “that probably wasn’t what you were expecting tonight, was it?” he tells them he’s so grateful for their support, confirms that, yes, he is gay, and that if he didn’t talk about it it was for the good of his career. he tells them that he’s scared, a little, about what this means, now that everyone knows, but he’s excited, too.
“i’m ready to be me,” he says, and then, like a thousand shows before, looks into the camera and says, “thank you for joining me, and good night.”
the staff offices are weirdly quiet, though everyone’s bustling around in the usual post-show rush. louis sits in the writer’s room and watches it all happen, pretending he can’t see everyone watching him right back.
“hey,” says a voice next to him, and louis almost laughs. of course they sent harry. “nick says we can either cut it and address it tomorrow night, so we have time to plan, or we can run it tonight and deal with the fallout tomorrow. up to you.”
louis doesn’t hesitate. “run it,” he says, then grins up at harry. “dinner?”
louis doesn’t usually watch the show when it airs, too busy thinking about the next night, but he does this time. he covers his face but he can’t block out the words, “i’m ready to be me,” and he doesn’t know if he’s ever been more genuine on camera.
“i can’t believe i did that,” he whispers.
from next to him, harry says “i can. you’re the bravest person i know.”
the next night, louis is business as usual, starting the show with a story about the ukraine. the only difference is a little rainbow bear on the corner of his desk among the rest of his knick-knacks, his sunglasses perched on the bear’s nose, and a guy watching from just offstage, grinning so hard louis can see his dimples from here.
(when they start sending out wedding invitations, they send one to the now disgraced ex-Senator, with a heartfelt note on the back thanking him for being such a terrible person that louis had to come out on camera just to shut him up. they also attach a copy of GQ, and they’ve bookmarked the 12-page spread about harry and louis, the writing dream team behind the country’s favorite show.)
A little break appears to be doing Liam Payne a world of good.
The musician, one quarter of the world’s biggest pop band One Direction, beamed as he stopped by his record label Sony’s headquarters in London on Friday afternoon, despite being on hiatus from the group.
Following another big win for the four-piece at the BRIT Awards 2016 this week, the 22-year-old was in high spirits and looked particularly well-rested as he continued to enjoy his time off.
Liam cut a casual figure in dark jeans and an on-trend bomber jacket, which he paired with a grey T-shirt.
The ruggedly handsome boyband star had something of a glow about him, his happy and laidback disposition showing through.
The singer was accompanied by Funky Buddha nightclub owner and friend Paul Chung, that afternoon, who was characteristically cool with a dollar sign on his T-shirt.
With his bandmate Niall Horan off travelling the world and Harry Styles keeping a low profile, Liam has been keeping greatest contact with new dad Louis Tomlinson.
The duo hit the BRIT Awards together on Wednesday night and representing their four-piece band by accepting the fan-voted Best Video accolade for Drag Me Down.
Ahead of the ceremony, Liam made sure he stayed in the hearts of his admirers as he shared an incredibly sexy selfie on Instagram.
The boyband hunk showed off his sensational six pack - the result of his pre-party workout session - as he geared up for one of the biggest night in the showbiz calendar.
Liam opted for a black and white filter on the shot which helped exhibit every contour on his incredibly taut stomach.
A smattering of chest hair gave his look a grisly, rugged look - no doubt set to send his ‘Directioner’ fans into a frenzy.
The handsome star, who is on an indefinite hiatus with One Direction, added the caption: 'Workout done off to party!!! #britawards2016’
It was said to have been a disappointing outcome that Niall and Harry would not attend with the duo on Wednesday night.
A source told The Sun newspaper earlier this week: 'This could have been one last hurrah for the boys at what could be their last BRIT Awards as a band.
'But Harry has shown no interest in attending and Niall is away on his holidays in Thailand. Louis and Liam want to be there as a thank you for all the fans voting for them in the Best Video category - which is the big audience vote of the night.
'The band still have a massive fanbase and they should clean up in the public vote so they’re hoping it won’t be a wasted trip.’