i never see any love for this album

in the end, it mattered.

So, I… was not expecting to open up the news tonight and feel like I’d been kicked in the stomach. I’d barely even thought about Linkin Park in years. They were my brief, embarrassing nu-metal mallgoth phase. They were everyone’s brief, embarrassing nu-metal mallgoth phase. Then they were the band even nu-metal posers made fun of. By that point 15-year-old me had plunged down the rabbit hole and discovered Rammstein, and the Smiths, and the Sisters of Mercy, and KMFDM, and I had so much awesome music to wallow in that I barely had time to feel self-conscious that I’d never really stopped loving Hybrid Theory. (Although I did, a little, because I was 15 and nothing was too stupid to feel self-conscious about.)

But holy fuck did I love that album. “Crawling” is the first music video I have any actual memory of seeing on TV. Linkin Park was the first rock concert I ever went to. (And fuck you, they were awesome.) I loved it for the exact reasons my entire age cohort found it embarrassing as soon as we were out of middle school. It’s a primal scream of rage and anguish, artfully bottled up and beautified, that manages to articulate a lot of the nuances of how people hurt each other and what it’s like to be hurt so badly you can barely hang on. Which means it had its finger squarely on the pulse of what it’s like to be 14. Stuck in a rat cage with a few hundred other rats, all of you hopped up to the gills on hormones, clumsily figuring out all the ways people can hurt each other, how and when to protect yourself, how to judge others’ behavior. And because people learning how to judge get awfully enthusiastic about it and nobody likes the primal anguish or the pants-on-head stupidity of their 14-year-old self, it didn’t take long for us to start finding Linkin Park embarrassing. Their angst is utterly sincere, and sincerity is uncomfortable. Especially when it reminds you of the utterly sincere, solipsistic, overblown, ridiculous angst over trivial shit that your adolescent hormones were pumping through your veins in middle school. Getting over yourself is healthy.

Coming back to listen when I’m pushing thirty, though, nothing on Hybrid Theory makes me think about my mid-teens melodrama. Some of it makes me think about friendships and relationships that turned into the kind of fucked-up shit that makes me want to grab my past self and shout “run while you can.” But most of it–speaking as a grown-ass adult here–most of it makes me think “holy shit, I want to find whoever did that to this kid and kick their ass six ways from Sunday.” It is so fucking unbelievably obvious in retrospect that none of the shit Chester Bennington is screaming about is something you just get over once you’ve grown up a little and escaped the shitheads you went to high school with.

Transmuting pain into art is a natural, almost universal impulse; doing it well is hard. Getting close enough to grab the beating heart of it, pulling it out to dissect it, ruthlessly rearranging it into something with structure and clarity, stepping back far enough to judge what you’ve made… the strange, disconcerting realization that you’ve turned it into something beautiful. Something that will appeal to other people, make them relate it back to their own pain even if it’s not the same. (Something vulnerable that can be criticized and judged and sneered at.) Maybe at first it’s for your own benefit, help you process and understand it, let out a bit of that primal scream… but let me tell you, the first time someone says “thank you” or “I needed this” or “you articulated what I couldn’t” or “this got me through a dark place”… that doesn’t just make it worth it, it humbles the shit out of you. And it makes you want to keep doing it forever. It turns the pain into shared understanding and an offer of comfort.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t make the pain go away.

Chester Bennington was really fucking good at transmuting his pain into art and offering it up with utter sincerity.

So RIP, dude. I don’t know the details of what you were going through, but you gave the world a pretty good glimpse of the broad outlines. And that glimpse got a lot of kids through adolescence, my dumb ass included; I can only imagine what it did for people who were going through the same stuff as you. Life may not be some fairy tale where turning your demons into art is always enough to save you from them, but I wish you’d made it. You saved a lot of other people. Whatever peace eluded you here, you deserve to find on the other side.

You assholes never send me music asks.
  • Alabama Shakes: Favorite female lead?
  • Arctic Monkeys: Favorite male lead?
  • Ben Howard: An album that reminds you of your favorite season?
  • Bon Iver: An album you could listen to on repeat for years?
  • Bastille: A song that brings back bad memories?
  • The Beatles: An artist you think is overrated?
  • Coldplay: A band you used to love but never listen to anymore?
  • Daft Punk: Favorite instrumental (no vocals) song?
  • Dawes: A genre of music you absolutely cannot stand?
  • Electric Light Orchestra: Favorite song to help you cheer up?
  • Elliot Smith: Favorite song to listen to when you're sad?
  • Evanesence: Ever done drugs and listened to music?
  • Fun.: Put your music on shuffle and list the first three.
  • Fall Out Boy: First album you fell in love with?
  • Green Day: A song that makes you feel rebellious?
  • George Ezra: A song that reminds you of a past lover?
  • Genesis: A band that your parents always played when you were little?
  • Hozier: Favorite brand new artist?
  • Iron & Wine?: What song would you want to be played at your wedding?"
  • Imagine Dragons: What song would you want played at your funeral?
  • Jack Johnson: A song you heard in a movie and fell in love with?
  • Joy Division: Your least favorite album by your favorite band?
  • The Killers: Name your top three songs of all time.
  • Linkin Park: Suggest a band you think I might like.
  • Led Zeppelin: Favorite album art?
  • Muse: Craziest music video you've ever seen?
  • Mumford & Sons: Favorite cover version of a song you love?
  • The National: A song you sing in the shower?
  • Nathaniel Rateliff: A song that never fails to make you emotional?
  • One Direction: Backstreet Boys or NSYNC?
  • Pink Floyd: You can go back in time to see any band you want. Who would it be?
  • Queen: You can meet any band member, living or dead, and hang out with them for 24 hours. Who would it be?
  • Radiohead: Favorite concert you've ever been to (or a band you want to see live).
  • Rihanna: A musician you respect, even if you might not like their music?
  • Roo Panes: Favorite acoustic version of a song?
  • Simon & Garfunkel: Favorite album movie? (Ex. Yellow Submarine, The Wall, Help!, The Graduate)
  • Skrillex: What's the strangest song you have on your Ipod right now?
  • Tame Impala: A band none of your friends listen to?
  • Taylor Swift: Name that one artist that literally makes you so angry you're willing to throw the damn radio right out the window to make it stop.
  • U2: A song or album that somehow got onto your Ipod but you have no idea where it came from??? Weird.
  • The Vaccines: What are your favorite lyrics? Quote them for me. Do they mean something special to you?
  • Vampire Weekend: A band or artist you follow on Twitter?
  • Vance Joy: An artist where you can never tell what the hell they're singing?
  • Weezer: Favorite oldschool band?
  • The xx: A genre/band you've been getting into that you never thought you would enjoy?
Peter Maximoff Headcanons

- He never really stops to do anything slowly
- Unless you ask him to; then he’ll grovel at your feet
- Literally
- “Peter, what are you doing on the floor?”
“Nothing :)”
- “What do you want me to buy again?”
“Just some milk and apples, and could you get me (favorite band’s) new album–”
“Got it.”
“… Did you steal that Peter?”
“Oh really? ‘Cause I don’t see any receipt here…”
- Peter finds it super hot when you wear nothing but his Pink Floyd t-shirt and silver jacket
- Peter loves having competitions with you; even when he loses, which is rarely
- “Dark Side of The Moon is the best album ever.”
“Ha! Ever heard of Michael Jackson?”
- Fights always ending in tickle fights
- Never being able to decide who does the chores
- “Okay, whoever loses the race does the laundry, okay?”
“Hmm, let me think abou– no.”
- He loves to hear you ramble about anything and everything
- He’s impatient with almost everything, except you
- Every time you sleep together, he holds you tightly, like he doesn’t want you to get away from him
- When you make love, it’s either soft and caring or rough and absolutley senseless (THERE IS NO IN BETWEEN)
- You always wake up to him staring at you
- “Why are you staring?”
“Because I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful even when they’re drooling ;)”


- “Do you love me?”
“Do you want to be with me, forever?”
“I do, Peter.”
- “No! I am not calling this child Quickie The Second!!”

To those wondering why fans “left, ignored, and hated” Hello back in 2013;

NU’EST debuted with a song about fighting back bullying, about gaining confidence to stand up to bullies. This was a new scene for kpop as a boygroup singing and showing actual bullying. Face was an instant hit; NUEST was more popular than exo, btob, and bap (imagine that). Then Action came not long after debut. Another societal issue song. Not so much a hit, but kept with a theme of standing up to whoever is putting you down. This seemed to keep previous fans still on boat the nu’est waves. Then nu’est came to around october of the same debut year with a fan video of Sandy and Not Over You; both songs of the same album of Action. Cute- and completely different than its title track counterpart- you could see how people didnt like their shocking new image. Two title tracks of fighting back, with cute surprise videos? Not much hype went on unless you were an international fan who genuinely loved the way they portrayed the song with the surprise videos. I mean, one video was about them hanging out and buying their fans things the entire day! What was so bad about it? 

Then…the wait for Hello. No one knew this song was going to be a hit for genuine fans, and I mean genuine because…well…you’ll later read on.

Teasers, photos, etc etc was hyping up tumblr LOVEs. This song was going to give nu’est a new breakthrough. This was going to give them more popularity than the last. Same year debut groups were doing cute videos while older groups were doing more hip hop and serious love damaging songs and videos.. Nu’est wasnt hopping on trend and instead, was coming out with a ballad still true to their actual name “NU Establish Style Tempo” (emphasis on NU and STYLE). nuest, no matter what song, has always had a similar beat to every song before Hello, and to this day, continue the same beats that make a nuest song be…well…nuest. An almost soft dubstep beat. Go ahead, listen to all of their songs and pay attention to the beat. Hello was a ballad, but carried such a beat along with it that made it different than other ballads. At least to me that is. But even though the song was a nuest song, with its beat screaming NUEST, fans in Korea and even international fans, didnt like it.

Hello became the downfall. Fans around the world (a lot, but not enough to tear nuest and us down!) began to complain. Hello wasnt a song about fighting societal issues. It was deemed to be like any other love song. Boring. Same as everyone. Not NUEST. But, that was the thing about being a nuest fan. What even IS nuest? Does their acronym not mean new style of music? From what I remember….

NU'EST stands for ‘NU(New), Establish, Style, Tempo’, signifying how they are creating a new style to the music.“ 1TheK description on debut song FACE.

From my point of view, NUEST WAS NEVER MEANT TO STAY THE SAME. Changing, always changing. That is nuest. And because of such a drastic change from anti-bullying and taking actions towards those against you to losing a woman they loved, this brought harsh declines in sales. Hello was the first to bring hardly any album sales out of the two already out. This was the turning point. Fans left, ignored, and hated Hello. People who were not fans but followed nuest, left to see them fall to the ground.

Again, this was not a nu’est song. From what I remember back in 2013, people justified this song as the complete opposite of what nuest IS and should be. Blaming pledis and the boys for doing a song not usual to their two other albums. My argument since 2013? NUEST was never meant to be the same all of the time. We should have expected them to change, just like how every other group on this earth changes styles. Why was nuest the only exception to not being able to change? Well, to “fans” in that era, it was reasonable. And since then, nuest has still been changing with every song they come out with, doing everything they can to please us who are already supporting them, while trying to reach out to their homeland and gain fans there as well. nu’est never stopped for anyone. They kept going and going and fighting on despite the decline in every song they came out with. Of course Overcome was the turning point to show a better and improved ‘nuest’ to the public, but it was still never the same like before Hello.

I rambled on so much I dont know how to end this. but here you go. What I believe and remember from what happened during the time that Hello was a forgotten soul of a song. And why its so important to listen to the remix that came out today, because of its history and deep depth of hurt that it caused our boys. This song has resurrected and it has slayed.


Okay so happy 6th birthday to this beautiful piece of art. It was the album after the split we didn’t know if Brendon and Spencer were gonna create another album or just end it right there but they did and this was the outcome. Thank you to for the memories ;) and for the energetic live shows (personally I never attended any of it but I wish I could’ve) I think this was one of the most beautiful eras of Panic! At the Disco. I loved their bow ties and stage presence. Thank you to this beautiful album for introducing Dallon James Weekes to us (that beautiful man and Brallon) and some of my favourite songs of all time. I just hope I get to see them someday. This was a beautiful album and was a beautiful era so put another x on the calendar ;) for another year.

~Vices and Virtues
March 18 2011

Fathers Day

Happy fathers day to all my followers even if you don’t have a father! Happy fathers day for moms who don’t need a boyfriend/husband to sustain yourself or your children! You deserve the title of being both parents! <3

Reader: 8

Idea @nickiwinchester97 Had kindly given me. I switched it up a bit and it came out alright. <3

You didn’t like fathers day. A day rewarding fathers for all they’ve done and sacrificed for their children. For you it was another day reminding you that your father had long left this world before you even got to know him. Your brothers had pictures of the three of them together and you couldn’t help but feel jealous—Always telling yourself that your father didn’t love you and never wanted to do anything with you.

Those feelings came bursting out. You felt abandoned, vulnerable, lonely, and empty. You couldn’t help but feel unwanted.

“(Y/n)?” Sam walked into your shared bedroom with furrowed eyebrows and a deep frown.

“Did dad ever love me?” Croaking between your sobs you look at Sam with hopeful eyes.

“Of course he did.” He rushed to your side and scooped you into his arms in an effort to console you.

“Why aren’t there any pictures of us then? All I see is you, De, and dad. Never of me” Your voice was muffled as you spoke into his shirt, Tears staining the soft fabric.

“Dean? Can you come over here?” Sam called his older brother in hope that you would feel better.

“What? (Y/n) is everything okay?-” Dean began to speak after looking at your broken form.

“Bring that photo album.” Sam instructed, Knowing that his brother knew what he was talking about.

“Photo album?” Repeating his words curiously you fixed yourself in his lap to a more comfortable position, Sniffling quietly.

“Yeah. There’s something Sam and I want to show you” Dean’s voice gained your full attention.

Dean sat next to you, And now you were sandwiched between your brothers. He wiped dust off the album, Revealing in messy writing a title. 

Family Album

You looked at your brother for an answer, But they both motioned you to look at the album. Dean skipped the first pages and went into the last couple ones.

“Look” He pointed at a photo of a woman carrying a baby in her arms while your father had his gaze set on it.

“Who is that?” Questioning the weird photo you look at your brothers for an explanation.

“That’s you. You were just 6 months old.” Sam smiled, Looking down at the perfectly preserved photo.

“Me?! Is that dad?!” You exclaimed, Excited. Pointing at the photo you smile.

“Yeah. He didn’t even notice we took the photo” Sam smiles at the happy memory.

Dean points at another photo, This time it was your father carrying you on his shoulders while wearing a party hat.

“That was your first birthday. And this was the time you got your ears pierced. And that was the very first time you went to a zoo. The giraffe licked your hand and you started crying. That’s you at the park—You fell down the monkey bars and scraped your knees. You cried until dad kissed it better.” Dean pointed at different photos while explaining the story behind them.

“Wow.. But I don’t remember any of this..” You whisper, Taking in every detail of the photos.

“Well now you know about them.” Sam ruffled your hair with a bright smile.

“And this is a family portrait” Dean smiled softly.

The very last photo was you cradled in your fathers arms, Dean and Sam at his side smiling proudly.

“Dad loved you like you were his whole world (Y/n) There’s nothing that can change that” Dean closed the album and put it aside, Hoping that eased your feelings.

“Thank you so much guys” You jump up and hug them tightly, Kissing both of their cheeks in the process.

“No problem. No more crying alright?” Dean raised an eyebrow and waited for your response.

“No more crying. Happy fathers day guys. Even though dad is dead I’ve been blessed with two other wonderful brothers in my life. I love you guys so much”

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Toy Story AU!!!!

So Jack is an action figure of real life hockey player Jack Zimmermann, his kid is a girl that’s a massive fan of The Falconers.

Jack isn’t Jenny’s favourite toy, but it’s not a bad life. He gets played with often and every time there’s a game he’ll be pulled from his special shelf to watch it with her. He once got to go to a hockey camp for a whole summer. It was awesome.

When she’s not around, he spends most of his time perfecting the shots and replaying the stuff he saw real him do.

The rest of the toys don’t like him much, first because he’s obsessed with hockey, and second, it’s weird that he is based on a real person. Jack isn’t considered a ‘real toy’ by the others.

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Dating 1940′s!Bucky Would Include...

- Slow dancing in the middle of the street at midnight
- Dates at the beach (Noah and Ally style)
- listening to Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald, Bing Crosby while cuddling in his apartment
- long summer nights at the local fairs
- being turned on when he wears his uniform 
- “hey, soldier!”
- “Darling, you drive me wild”
- Him staring you up and down as you walk out in a new dress
- “dirty” dancing with him at secret clubs
- Bucky not being able to keep his hands off of you while in public
- punching any guy that disrespects you
- “i think that’ll look better on the floor”
- taking long walks
- skinny dipping in the lake
- always being the first to finish
- “you taste amazing”
- Soldier kink
- rough welcome back sex
- sex before he is stationed 
- wearing his shirt the morning after
- red lipstick stains on his neck and chest
- “gotta stay quiet, wouldn’t want your father hearing now would you?”
- bucky marking you where only his eyes could see
- never leaving his apartment without a love bite
- morning sex
- sex in the back of his car
- making out in the movie theatre
- making out.
- bucky buying you albums of your favorite artists
- movie dates
- bucky writing you everyday while he is over seas

Temporary Fix | Niall Horan

A/N: Written in 2016, inspired by the very song by 1D off Made in the A.M.

Word count: 5000+

Smut warning

“Aren’t you nervous?” My best friend asks as I swipe lipstick across my bottom lip, turning it matte red. I roll my eyes and apply some to the top. She’s been asking me that for the past hour. “They’re only the biggest boy band in history, breaking records with almost every single thing they do! God, how can you be so calm?! I’d be freaking out like I am right now!”

I turn and glare at her. This is the first and last time I’m ever bringing her to one of my sessions. “Okay, first off, this is my full time job. I interview celebrities all the time so I’m used to it. Secondly, who said I wasn’t nervous? I’m just as bad as you are or worse! I just don’t let it show because I need to be professional!”

I cap the tube of lipstick and stick it back into my purse. The door creaks open causing us both to look over and see my camera man, Tony, poke his head in. “Just five minutes til sound check, (Y/N).” I nod in response then he disappears back out on set. Letting out a breath of confidence, I smile at myself in the mirror, feeling pretty good in my sleeveless black and white collared button up, black skinny jeans and black boots. I avert my gaze over to my best friend.

Her grin outshines mine as well as her excitement. She talked me into letting her watch the interview with Tony behind the camera, since she wanted to be there in person. At first I said no because she could be a distraction for myself and the interviewees, but after listening to her beg and plead for weeks, I said yes.

We exit the dressing room and walk over to the set. I shake my head when I see that she’s practically shaking like a little chihuahua. “Remember, stay quiet and be calm, okay?” I explain as I head over to Danny, the sound director, and he hands me my microphone. She nods quickly, the giant smile still remaining across her face. I giggle then count backwards from three into the microphone as well as the others that will be given to the boys.

After sound check, I take a seat in my brown lounge chair that is catercorner to the matching sofa. There is a small coffee table in the center decorated with a small bonsai tree. A large blanket is draped across the back of the couch to add a more homey feel to the set as well the giant fuzzy rug underneath everything.

The backdrop curtain peels open offset and in step the four boys. My heart races a little bit as I stand up to greet them. The first to hug me is Harry. The top two button on his shirt are undone so his swallow tattoos peak through and his long brown curls brush his shoulders. He gives me his signature crooked smirk and says hello, then takes a seat on the couch on the cushion closet to me.

Next is Liam. He smells like cologne and cigarettes. A giant tattoo stretches from the top of his hand and disappears underneath his shirt sleeve. His dark brown hair is pushed back like he’s in a 1950s film and a little scruff covers his lower jaw. He smiles happily then takes a seat next to Harry.

Louis’ sea green eyes crinkle at the sides when he grins, showing off a set of perfect teeth. His dark brown hair is styled messily. He wears a grey sweater with the sleeves pushed up. He greets me in a raspy voice with a hello then sits next to Liam.

Lastly, there’s Niall. He’s outfitted in a plain white t-shirt with a black jean vest over the top of that. His fluffy blonde hair is styled as usual, spiked up at the front. His hug lasts a little longer and his hand slides downward, stopping above my hip. He says hello with a deep voice then pulls away. I gulp a little bit and smile nervously. He flashes a cheeky grin before plopping down next to Louis.

I sit back down in my chair, crossing my legs then grab my note cards off the side table while Danny hands the boys their mics. We make small talk before Tony starts the countdown. My eyes flash up to Niall. He bites his lip before smiling again causing me to glance back over to the camera.

My face feels hot. Am I blushing?

“Three, two, one!” He points at me to signal that we’re live. “Hey guys! It’s (Y/N) from BuzzNet hanging out with One Direction today!” They all wave at the camera and say hello. “How are you guys doing? I know you just wrapped up your On The Road Again tour.”

“We’re all doing pretty well and yes we did. It was a little bit emotional to say the least.” Harry laughs then points at the camera. “But this is not the end!”

“That’s absolutely right!” Louis backs. The remaining three of us just laugh along.

“Alright, I guess we’ll just jump in, shall we?” I scan the first question on my notecard. “You just released your fifth record, Made In The A.M, lovely album by the way,”

“Thank you,” They all say.

“I’d say that my favorite song is Never Enough; do you guys have any favs?”

“That’s a good one,” Liam says. “Mine is probably What A Feeling.”

Louis nods. “End of the Day, definitely.”

“Impressive vocals on that song Louis.” I compliment.

“Thanks, I’m trying out new things and I’m glad to see that people are enjoying it.”

“I like Olivia,” Harry throws in, bringing us back to the question.

“Never Enough is also my favorite.” Niall says with that same flirty grin. My cheeks heat up again. What is going on? This never happens, especially not during an interview.

I roll along with the questions and they answer each of them politely. Most of the time we go off tangent, which is absolutely fine with me. When I interview people, I want them to just be themselves and not act like they have a stick up their ass. So I’m glad to see that 1D isn’t like that.

However, Niall has been unusually quiet. In other interviews, he talks a lot and laughs, but something is different. Whenever he looks at me, he either bites or licks his bottom lip, trails his gaze down my body hungrily, or gives me that half-smile. It’s a little.. alluring.

“Okay, I’m all out of serious questions. Wanna do some fun ones?” I ask, shuffling to the next card.

“Absolutely!” Harry says and the other boys nod excitedly.

“Alright, let’s kick it off with the classic: If you were a stripper, what would your name be?”

“Oooooh,” Louis rings out then purses his lips, pondering.

Liam looks at Harry. “I think I’ll go with Payno.”

“You’re using your nickname?” Niall laughs.

“Or Big Payne,” Niall laughs again. “What it sounds kinky! So that’s what I’m going with.”

“I’ll say Curly,” Harry says. Louis gives him a strange look. “That makes you sound crazy. How about Sexual Styles?”

“Oh! Hairy Harry or.. Horny Harry.” Liam adds.

“That’s a good one Liam!”

Harry shakes his head, chuckling. “I can’t believe you guys.”

“Alright, alright, my turn.” Louis says. “How about Tasty Tommo? Tomlinson the Tease?”

“The first one is better.” Liam states then they all look at Niall. “Alright Horan, what’s yours?”

He purses his lips. “I don’t know. I like Jameson.”

“Niall, that’s just alcohol.” Liam chuckles.

“No, no, hear me out. I love Jameson. Number one: it’s Irish and two: it’s liquor.” He smirks. “Also it goes down super smooth like I would.” We all chuckle at his comment.

He leans forward in his chair and licks his lips. “You’d like that wouldn’t you (Y/N)?”

I freeze then gulp nervously. “E-excuse me?”

“For me to go down on you?” I look around the room and notice that no one is catching on to what he’s saying. The other three boys are engrossed in their own conversation, and (Y/B/F), Danny, and Tony have their eyes glued on the equipment.

Niall gets up from the couch and walks over, eyes dark and a devious smile playing on his lips. “I bet you taste real good.” He’s hovering over me now, both hands placed on the arms of my chair. “Don’t even lie to me baby, I see you over here begging for me to come taste you.” He hand squeezes my upper thigh and I let out a gasp.

“What’s yours (Y/N)? You’ve gotta play along, too.” Liam’s voice snaps me out of my trance and now my gaze lingers on the four of them. Niall still remains in his spot, his fingers hiding a playful smirk.

“O-oh, sorry,” A blush creeps across my cheeks. Oh no, now my filthy imagination is toying with me. “Let’s see.. How about Daisy?”

Niall raises a brow.  "Is that the best you got?“

“What? I think it’s cute.”

Niall leans back on the couch with a smirk, arms crossed and squinting his eyes.

My eyes drift down his body, exploring every inch of him. Imagining what those lips could do, or those hands. Is he aggressive and dominant or playful and sweet? I push hands through my hair flustered then scan the next question that actually reads: If you were stranded on an island what three things would you bring?

But no. I’m becoming more hot and bothered from Niall’s constant flirting. So two can play this game. I clear my throat and make up a question off the top of my head. “Favorite body part on a woman?”

Immediately, three of them say breasts while Harry sits there appalled. “You guys! I was going to say her sparkling personality!”

“Oh shut up Haz, you were going to say ass anyways.” Louis scoffs.

“Well on a guy, I like those v-lines or if he has really nice hands.” I avert my gaze up from the card and lock eyes with Niall’s directly. I smile playfully then look back down at my cards when his cheeks turn a shade of light pink.

Someone clears their throat offset and when I look up I see Danny gesturing that it’s time to wrap up. But I have one more trick up my sleeve.

“Okay guys, last thing before we wrap up.” I reach behind my chair and pull out five paddles with the words ‘I Have’ written on the green side and ‘I Have Not’ on the red side. “Pretty sure your familiar with this.” I pass down the paddles then keep one for myself. “Harry, why don’t you start?”

“Alright, never have I ever.. gone skydiving.”

Louis rolls his eyes, annoyed at Harry’s innocence and turns his paddle over to the red side, just like everyone else. “Can’t you think of something better than that?”

“Oh I’m sorry, but unlike the rest of you I’m trying to keep this interview PG-13.”

“That’s never stopped you any other time, especially during live shows.”

“We’ll sensor stuff and cut out things that are deemed too inappropriate. We’re just having a little fun.” I add then flash a smirk.

Harry looks angry. “Fine! Never have I ever fucked someone in public. Is that better?” I hear faint gasps throughout the room. I look up at (Y/B/F) who gives the same expression as Liam: wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

He keeps his paddle on red, but Louis smirks triumphantly and flips it over to green. I’m a little hesitant, but I turn mine as well. Niall does, too.

“I’ll go,” Liam offers. “Never have I ever slept with someone within an hour of meeting them.”

I turn my paddle to red, but Harry’s, Louis’, and Niall’s turn green. I’m not surprised by that one. I see Danny give me the signal again so I really need to and want to end this. This burning sensation is really driving me to the wall. I need some relief.

When I blink it’s like it’s in slow motion, and when I reopen them, Niall is gone from his spot and we aren’t in the studio anymore. I’m lying naked on silken sheets tangled with a familiar blonde. Moans echo in my head as I claw his back while he thrusts into me nice and hard. He bends down close to my ear and groans. “You feel so good baby, fuck.” I let out a gasp of pleasure when his teeth graze my earlobe.

My bottom lip comes between my teeth. “Uh, are you okay (Y/N)? You look a little, I don’t know, hot?” Harry asks with a raised brow. Shit. It’s just getting worse. I have a death grip on my paddle and I’m actually biting my lip.

“What are you on about, Haz?” Liam laughs. “Are you hitting on her?”

“Not like that, I mean she’s pretty, but-” I cut him off before he finishes so I don’t draw anymore attention to myself.

“Uh, I’m fine, great! Let’s keep going, sorry.” I reassure them then Louis speaks up.

“Okay, never have I ever been aroused during an interview?” Fantastic!

Liam flips his to red. Harry, Niall, and I turn ours to green. Louis smirks deviously. “Harry? Now?”

“No! Why would you ask that?”

He shrugs then smiles at me. “No reason really. Niall, I believe it’s your turn.”

He clears his throat and leans forward. “Right. How about never have I ever had a friend with benefits before.” Liam turns his to red while Harry and Louis ponder before flipping there’s to green. I turn mine to red. Finally, it’s my turn then we are done. “Never have I ever been with a celebrity.”

“Like sexual or dated?” Liam questions.

“Either or, I guess.”

Louis groans. “That’s a cheap blow!” All the boys turn their to green.

I smile to the camera. “Well that’s all the time we have for today. Thank you to One Direction for being here.”

“No thank you for having us!” Liam says happily.

“This is (Y/N) from BuzzNet signing off!”

Danny gives me a thumbs to signal that we are officially offline then I thank the boys once again. I hug them all individually and just like before Niall lingers again. “Meet me at the Ritz-Carlton, room 345, midnight. Invitation’s open.” The touch is intoxicating. “Tell them your name is Clara.”

He pulls away then follows the boys out the curtain, but before he disappears, he throws me a half-smirk. I slyly return it then I’m immediately pulled aside by (Y/B/F). Her hand is wrapped around my bicep as we walk back to the dressing room. “Hey what are you doing?!” I exclaim as I try to get out of her grasp.

She throws me out of it and I stumble a little bit forward. I hear the door close behind us. I turn to face her and her arms are crossed. An angry expression is paired with the gesture. “Any idea what the hell that was?”

“An interview?”

She rolls her eyes. “More like a live sex show. You were practically drooling over Niall.” I scoff defensively. “You’re lucky that I’m the only one who noticed.” Her expression turns from sour to a curious flirt. “But I have to say he was very into you as well. Every move you made, anytime you said something, his eyes were on you.”

My cheeks turn pink. “Stop,”

“He was horny as fuck, too.” She giggles. “Good thing he didn’t wear sweats!”

“(Y/B/F), stop it!”

“I’m just saying! So what did he say to you afterwards? Don’t tell me he didn’t either!” She sits on the vanity counter and crosses her legs. “Give me the details!”

I scratch the back of my neck. “He invited me back to his hotel and told me to meet him in his room at midnight.”

Her eyes widen and she squeals. “Oh my gosh, that’s crazy! What are you going to wear, something kinky? Lace? Silk? Nothing at all?! Oh! Show up in just a robe!”

“Will you shut up? What makes you think I’m going anyways! I’ve had history with fuck-boys and I don’t want to do that again!” I explain.

She groans. “But it’s Niall Horan. Once in a lifetime opportunity here!”

I shake my head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you, out of all people, are telling me this.” She is a big believer in waiting ninety days and true love, so standing here and listening to her convince me to fuck a boy band member is a little shocking.

“When is the chance ever going to come up again?”

“I don’t know; I interview celebs all the time, (Y/B/F).”

“He could be taken by then! Come on! You’re single, he’s single! It’s just one night! What could possibly go wrong?” I open my mouth to respond, but she cuts me off. “Nothing exactly!”

“Actually, I was going to say 'a million’.” She grabs my hand and pulls out of the dressing room and through the string of hallways that lead to the parking lot. “We only have nine hours!”

Each hour that passed was quick and before I knew it, I was my car driving to the luxurious hotel. My sweaty hands are gripped tightly to the steering wheel and my eyes glance at the clock, 11:30. I sigh nervously. Why am I doing this? Having one night stands are terrible, I know. You connect for one night then never see each other again and if you do it’s awkward as hell.

At least I don’t have feeling for him, that makes it a little better I guess. I find myself wanting to turn around, yet I don’t. The time gap growing shorter and shorter until I finally arrive at my destination. I shut off my car and sigh again, letting my eyes flutter shut. I still have time to leave if I want, but my hand finds the handle and I push open the door. My red pumps click across the parking lot. I pull my pea coat tightly together from the chilly wind. (Y/B/F) really insisted on the whole show up in just underwear act, but I have a little self respect, so I just went with a simple, flowing white t-shirt dress, but paired with sexiest heels and lingerie set I had.

When I reach the lobby doors, the door man holds it open for me. I thank him then step inside. It’s the most beautiful hotel I ever set foot in. It has a classic feel to it, but also mixed with a bit of a modern touch. My eyes find the front desk and I make a beeline for it, weaving through dense crowd that was checking in last minute. I approach a small woman with honey colored hair then was styled neatly into a ballerina bun. She looks older than me. Possibly in her thirties. She smiles warmly and asks, “How can I help you miss?”

“Um, I’m Clara?” I say, trying not to make it obvious that I was lying.

She raises a brow curiously. “Oh? Someone’s expecting you.” She walks over to the computer and pulls out a keycard with a sticky note attached to it. She slides it over to me with a smile. “Enjoy your stay.”

I thank her then make my way over to the elevators. I press the number 3 and it lights up under my shaky finger tips. When the metal doors slide open, I step inside. Anxiously, I watch the numbers go up.



The elevator stops and a few people pile in.



The constant dings echo as my nerves start to rise.


It comes to a halt. The small force shakes the small crowd. It slides open and I step out along with another person. He turns to the right while I turn to left. Pulling out my keycard, I examine it. That 345 number branding into the back of my brain.

The image of us flashes through my mind. Moans, groans, screams, all pleasure filled. “Fuck,” I breath.

It’s too soon to turn back when I’m finally face to face with the dark maple door. The gold plated numbers mocking me. I hear the sound of a faint beat playing rather slowly. My eyes flick down to the card in my sweaty palm then to the slot. I bet you taste real good. His velvety words reverberate again making me shiver to recap the tingling feeling I had earlier. My hand inches up and careful inserts the card before quickly removing it, the little light turns green.

No turning back.

I push the door open slowly and knock on it to make my presence known. “Hello?” A strong scent of marijuana fills my nostrils as I walk further into the lowly lit hotel room. “Niall?” I call out again, then hear the music volume lower and his accented voice.

“I’m in here!”

I walk into the living room and find no one, but my eyes trail up to the cracked door that must lead to the bedroom. A brighter light shines through. I walk over and just as I was about to push it open, Niall beats me to it. His blue eyes are a tad glossed over, probably a result from the blunt between his teeth. He inhales making the tip of it burn orange then opens his mouth forcing all the billowy smoke out with his tongue. It makes me a little uneasy, in a good way. He flashes me lopsided grin. “Didn’t think you were coming.”

“Almost didn’t, yet I’m still standing here.” He takes another drag, the smoke tumbling out of his mouth. I take the joint in between my pointer finger and thumb then pull it to my own lips. He watches me intently as he leans against the door frame. I, like him, push the smoke out with the tip of my tongue then inhale it through my nose, only to blow it back out again.

“I didn’t know you smoked.”

I raise an eyebrow and put the joint back to his mouth before whispering. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” I push past him into the bedroom.

“Mmmm, like what?” He asks, voice low with lust. I feel his presence behind me. I turn around lean in close to his ear. “I don’t kiss and tell.” My lips find his way behind his ear then ghost down to his jaw. His breath hitches.

I pull away with a devious smile on my face. I don’t know what’s coming over me. Moments earlier, I was shaking in the elevator and having second thoughts about even being here. Now, I’m taking hits from his blunt and coaxing him with flirty words. It must be my dirty imagination taking over when I realize that I’m leading him over to the bed. Plucking the drug from his fingers, I press him backwards with my own. His back meets those silken sheets as do my knees when I crawl into the bed, straddling his hips. He bites his lip when I take another hit. Bending down close to his face, I open my mouth and let the smoke drift between his parted lips. Our lips barely meet when I pull away, his dark eyes pleading for my return. Instead, I smirk and climb off of him to return the blunt to the ashtray that sets on the side table.

My fingertips alone across the sheets as I make my way back to the end of the bed. Eyes narrowed, I unbutton the top of my coat. He sits up on his elbows, eagerly awaiting for the last button to be undone. It cascades down my arms and onto the floor, revealing my somewhat sheer white t-shirt dress. “You’re an absolute vixen, (Y/N).” He sits up and slides to the edge of the bed, legs parted and pulls me in between them. His large hands start at my thighs then drift under my dress. His fingers toying with the lacy fabric of my cheeksters. “I know you were fantasizing about me baby.”

I bite my lip and my hands are in his hair when he squeezes my ass. “Yes I was.. I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Tell me 'bout it?” He purrs. His touch moves upwards as I start telling him every thought that shot through my mind. He pulls off my dress and tosses it aside then places wet kisses on the top of my stomach. It’s rousing to the point where I begin stumbling over my words. I try to continue, but it feels so nice. His mouth feels.. so good. I let out a small moan when his tongue flicks the my belly button piercing before tugging it between his teeth. His lips on are my hip bone now. “How good do you taste baby? Will you me find out?”

His hot breath flows over my panties; only a thin piece of fabric separates that tongue from my dripping center. A rocket of pleasure surges through me making these words tumble out of my mouth. “Yes, Mr. Horan,” I gasp.

“Oh fuck,” He murmurs, obviously aroused by his new pet name. He jolts up and commands me to lie on the bed. I comply quickly and lie down on the sheets. They are just as soft in my fantasy. He’s swift to hover between my open legs, nipping and pecking down my neck, then past my bust and all the way back down to my hip bones. He kisses both thighs then looks up at me smirking deviously. He senses the tension building inside me when the fabric around my fingers curls into my hands. Eagerly, I buck my hips up, encouraging him to continue. “C'mon Ni, quit teasing.”

His index fingers wrap around the lace hem, fiddling with it. “Tell Mr. Horan what you want, baby.”

“I want your tongue inside of me, Mr. Horan. Please..” I gasp as his hot breath washes over my center before kissing me over the fabric. His fingers slide them down pass my ankles and flings tossed them across the room. His eyes are glued to mine as his mouth comes back down closer. My breaths are quick and he hasn’t even started. A soft moan escapes me when I finally feel his rough tongue run up and stopping at my sex. They only grow louder when he works circles around it, faster then slower. My fingers slide in his hair then he eyeballs me after taking another long stride back up. His name escapes me lips, breathlessly. “You taste so good, baby.” His whispers against me and encircles my sex with his lips then sucks. I’m overwhelmed with pleasure. My toes curl and my free hand digs back into the sheets. Profanities fall from my lips when he slides two fingers in then back out, going faster. His mouth still working wonders.

“Oh god,” My back arches as I feel my climax approaching. He pulls away suddenly, obviously not wanting me to. The glorious feeling dismissed when he sits up on his knees, eyes still black as coal. His licks his two fingers off with a smirk then his lips. “No why’d you stop? Please Mr. Horan..” I beg then he takes off his shirt and tosses it aside along with his boxers and sweats, ignoring my plea. He bends down to press a tender kiss on my lips and I can taste myself. He still lingers as I feel a sharp pain envelope me followed by indescribable pleasure. I gasp when he pulls out only to go right back in.

I never thought I’d be here, lying on some celebrities bed while they fucked me senseless. For him, I couldn’t help my self. As soon as he stepped in on set and gave me a look, I knew something was different. He had only one thing on his mind and was determined to get it. Those bright blue eyes were undressing me each minute during that interview.

But I regret nothing.

Each touch is lustful and each thrust earned a moan or a whimper of his name. He sets up and places my left leg over his shoulder and the desire doubles. I feel myself getting louder as do his groans. “Fuck,” I whimper. I want more. “Harder Mr. Horan..” He complies and slams back in. His hand sets on my other thigh and I feel his fingers curl around it, squeezing it tightly.

“You feel so good (Y/N).” He mutters breathlessly. His thrusts are becoming sloppier as we approach our climaxes. His thumb pressed hard on my sex and rubs furiously. I scream out his name and arch my back. My eyes rolls in the back of my head when I let go. A few seconds later, he slams into me one final time, unloading into the rubber.

All that is heard is our heavy breathing and the music. He slides out of me, then tosses the condom away in the bathroom without saying a word. I pick up my clothes and quickly dress as he walks back out. He grabs his sweats and puts them on then collapses on the bed exhausted. “Well thanks for the good time Niall.” I say with smirk.

“Anytime, babe.” He winks then grabs his phone of the side table.

This is it. Time to go back to my semi boring life. A part of me wishes that I didn’t do that because the feeling of always wanting more stays around. However, that’s the hookup culture we are experiencing these days.

I head over to the door and push it open to leave, but Niall calls my name again. I turn with a raised brow. “C'mere.”

“..What?” I ask, confused. My feet stay planted by the door. His lip is between his teeth. Is this man not finished? He smiles. “(Y/N), come over here.” With curiosity, I walk over to the foot of the bed. He pats the spot next to him and I scoff.

“This isn’t how a one night stand works Niall.”

He rolls his eyes. “Oh my gosh, I know that, please just sit.” So I do. “I had a crazy idea if you’re up for it.”

“Okay? What is it?”

“Why don’t we keep doing this? Like just call each other when we want some? Keep this a secret? You know-”

“Like friends with benefits?”

“Exactly! Would that be okay? You totally don’t have to.”

Friends with benefits and Niall Horan? This could be a hell of a ride. “I’ll do it, but let’s establish some ground rules.” His face lights up at my response and he nods.

“Alright, first things first, we have to be honest with each other. Ya know like open about everything: what we don’t like in bed and stuff.” I start. “Lying will be a train wreck.”

“Mkay, good to know. We can’t get angry if we see other people.”

“And,” I add. “If we do get significant others, we have to stop this.” He nods.

“Hm, no sleepovers or cuddles afterwards.”

“And absolutely no falling in love.” I finish. “Does that cover it all?”

“Think so,” He pauses. “Oh, let’s add 'have fun’ just for kicks.” I chuckle.

“Alright, deal.” I offer him my hand to shake and he does.

“I’ll leave you my number and just text me so I can have yours.” He scribbles down his name then gives me the scrap of paper.

“See ya, Niall.”

“Until next time, (Y/N).”

condescendingqueen  asked:

Thanks for the RECs. They are a godsend. Love you. I enjoyed the famous!trope rec. Can you rec fics where one of them is famous.

HOLY SHIT ! The famous!non-Famous trope is so perfect. Take a seat, it’s gonna be a long ride honey :)

(also thank you for your lovely comment! Love you more, you know?)

- Empty Skies  by @sadamenoito : For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream – making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He’s still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain? Featuring Perrie as Harry’s adorable flatmate, Niall as his manager, and Liam and Zayn as Louis’ bandmates.     (134k) 

- zipping across the stars , by hurreh : One Direction consists of five people; Louis, Zayn, Niall, Liam, and Gemma. When the band preforms at Wembley Stadium the boys are introduced to Gemma’s younger brother Harry.Louis wishes he had known that before he threw himself at the boy for six hours but he can’t stop now can he? (10k)

- shine by @lourrynavy : Louis is an actor who needs to get away from the real world. He does the only thing that he can and runs away, finding himself in a small town where he happens upon Harry. What Louis doesn’t expect is to somehow fall in love and end up having to face what he was running from all along.   (40k)

- led by your beating heart by @paynner : AU where Harry’s in One Direction, Louis isn’t, and they reconnect over a game of ‘Call or Delete’. (29k)

- Even As Young As You Are by ologist : Harry’s sister has a baby. When he goes to meet her, he finds more than one new love of his life at the hospital. (12k)

- Thought The Song Was Sung by @100percentsassy : Louis never auditioned for the X-Factor.  Years later, Harry’s just another gay ex-boybander who lives alone with his cat…   until Niall decides to take matters into his own hands and set up a profile for Harry on a dating website. (12k)

- Our blood is boiling , by twinks Louis meets indie singer Harry Styles, otherwise known as the bane of his existence, at a pub (6k)

- find me cause i’ll never find you , by highhopes: Harry makes his way through the people, stopping for pictures and hugs and Louis feels his heart beating rapidly in his chest because this is it. This is finally it. (or, harry is a famous indie singer and all louis wants is a picture) (1.7k)

- somewhere only we know by @bethaboolou: Personal assistant Louis knows something is up with his best friend and employer Harry. And it’s not just his big tour coming up or the ever-increasing womanizing rumors about the popstar. To get to the bottom of Harry’s moodiness, Louis decides he has to kidnap him and take him on a roadtrip up the California coast to Portland.The roadtrippiest road trip fic ever written. Basically an excuse for gratuitous fluff and smut with a pinch of angst tossed in for good measure. (44k)

- baby, you’re my only reason by zouisclimax    : Harry’s famous and Louis’ a big fan. or, “you’re a celebrity and you just broke up and i tweeted you a selfie and said “date me” and you thought i was serious?“ au (6k)

 - Dream Awake ,  by @protagonist-m On a hazy day in August, Louis sees Harry perform at a music festival as an unsigned act and convinces him to spend the rest of the weekend in his company. Harry gets signed; life changes. They never really wake up from the dream. (30k)

- It Happened like a Firefly’s Light  by LHStylinson : Harry Styles. It was a name everyone knew, a person the public loved. But he had one impossible task. Write and record his third album in a month. This is where Louis Tomlinson comes in. He wasn’t famous, not by any means. But this songwriter was going to make Harry’s album possible. That is if fans, the media and falling in love don’t get in the way first. (47k)

- Under the lights tonight, by @lillourry : Harry’s an A-list supermodel, Louis’s his make-up artist boyfriend. They’re something of a dream team. (20k)

- You’ve Been Lonely Too Long by amory : Harry has everything someone would need to make them happy: money, fame, a stunningly attractive albeit fake girlfriend, a supportive family, good friends, and a cat. But maybe he isn’t very happy.Louis sleeps around and no, he definitely does not have a problem admitting to that thank you very much, but maybe he’s just a little tired of waking up alone in the morning with only a bowl of instant macaroni and cheese to comfort him.Maybe letting Zayn play matchmaker wouldn’t be such a bad thing. (65k)

- i can be the motor (you’ll be the gasoline) by kiwikero : Harry is a British pop star living in LA. While trying to escape his reality of publicity stunts and record sales, his Harley breaks down. Stranded in the mountains, Harry has no choice but to call for help. And, somehow, a fit tow truck driver with the ocean in his eyes might end up fixing more than just Harry’s bike. (8k)

- With a Heart as Cold as Ice (You’re the Sugar to My Spice) by thetommo1d : Ten years of Louis Tomlinson’s life in which he loves, hates and pines over Harry Styles. (39k)

- Someone new, by anonymous : “Fuck it, let’s go do something.” Louis jumps off the basins and looks up at Harry. “Let’s get out of here and just fuck obligations and bullshit narratives and I’ll find something to write about later but, seriously, let’s just leave. You look like you could use a break from all this crap.”Or, Louis’ a gossip journalist that spends the day with Harry Styles. (7k)

- California Sold       Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever. A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends. (123k)

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Ásgeir - I Know You Know

This song is so pure. So light. There are bits of lyrics that really hit me…

Oh! How I need you now
Want you beside me
Oh! How I need you
Alone with a heavy heart
Why can’t you see me
Feeling my luck wear thin

Oh! How I long for light
A light that won’t leave me
Never to go away

I really love Ásgeir’s music, it’s so beautiful. His newest album (Afterglow) is really great, I’ve posted a song from his previous one too, years ago (King and Cross). The early Icelandic versions are pretty as well, even though I don’t know any Icelandic :’D

The signs as The 1975 (iliwysfyasbysuoi) lyrics

Aries: I personify the ‘adolescent on a phone’, speaking like I’m bigger than my body. I personify that lack of freedom in your life, and I’m sure she’ll be gone in a second // This Must Be My Dream

Taurus: Go down. Soft sound. Midnight. Car lights. Playing with the air. Breathing in your hair. Go down. Soft sound. Step into your skin? I’d rather jump in your bones. Taking up your mouth, so you breathe through your nose // The 1975

Gemini: You smashed a glass into pieces, that’s around the time I left. When you were coming across as clever, then you lit the wrong end of a cigarette. You said I’m full of diseases, your eyes were full of regret. And then you took a picture of your salad and put it on the Internet // Change Of Heart

Cancer: Oh I just don’t believe that you have got it in you cause we are just gonna keep “doin’ it” and every time I start to believe in anything you’re saying, I’m reminded that I should be getting over it. I don’t want your body, but I hate to think about you with somebody else. Our love has gone cold, you’re intertwining your soul with somebody else // Somebody Else

Leo: It’s not about reciprocation it’s just all about me, a sycophantic, prophetic, Socratic junkie wannabe. There’s so much skin to see, a simple Epicurean Philosophy. And you say I’m such a cliche, I can’t see the difference in it either way. And we left things to protect my mental health, but you call me when you’re bored and you’re playing with yourself // The Sound

Virgo: My hair is brown, she’s scared to touch. And she just wants to feel something, and I don’t think that’s asking for too much. And when I go to sleep it’s when she begins to weep. She’s appalled by not loving me at all. She wears a frown and dressing gown, when she lays down // She Lays Down

Libra: And well, I think I’ve gone mad, isn’t that so sad? And what a shame you’ve lost a brain that you never had. Oh mum check the car it can’t have gone far, I must have left it on a train or lost in a bar. It’s likely in a Sainsbury’s, flirting with the girls and waiting for me. I jumped on a bus, declared my name, and asked if anybody’s seen my brain // The Ballad Of Me And My Brain

Scorpio: She’s inducing sleep to avoid pain, and I think she’s got a gun divinely decreed and custom made. She calls on the phone like the old days, expecting the world. Don’t fall in love with the moment, and think you’re in love with the girl // She’s American

Sagittarius: She’s a pain in the nose, I’m a pain in women’s clothes. You’re a walking overdose in a great coat. And so she wrote a plan for it on the back of a fag packet. She had to leave because she couldn’t hack it, not enough noise and too much racket. I think I’ve spent all my money and your friends, oh. But how I’d love to go to Paris again // Paris

Capricorn: And you’re the only thing that’s going on in my mind, taking over my life a second time, I don’t have the capacity for fucking, you’re meant to be helping me. When I said I liked it better without my money, I lied. It took a little while to recognise that I, I’m not giving it up again // UGH!

Aquarius: You look famous, let’s be friends and portray we possess something important and do the things we like, meaning, we’ve just come to represent. A decline in the standards are what we accept // Love Me

Pisces: I never did understand the duality of art and reality. Living life and treating it as such. There’s a certain disconnect to touch, that cajoles at the artist with comfort and abandon. Between the spires and the rolling roofs of the white city, that orange English light cast only one, singular shadow. For you are not beside but within me // Loving Someone

I am seeing them perform this album live today, rip any chance I had of sleeping

Begin Again || Matty Healy Oneshot

Word Count: 2,798
Summary: After breaking up with Matty and leaving without an explanation, the two of you meet again at a bar.
Author’s Note: This got real feelsy real fast. Hope you enjoy the drama! Be sure to throw in a like or comment if you liked it! I love seeing feedback from you all. Please feel free to read my other work here! Enjoy! 

You kicked him out on a Tuesday night.

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anonymous asked:

A lot of larries and Louis stans on twitter have been trashing Harry not even a few days after his step father died because of the Louis article. How do you feel about that?

Dude, it’s not even 7 in the morning. Why are you coming at me with this?

But to answer your question, I think it’s bullshit. And once again, the fandom is looking for something to bitch about. 

I understand why some people are upset, because it seems like Louis didn’t want the hiatus but Harry did and there are some fans who still don’t want the boys to be on hiatus because they miss their music. And I miss their music, too, don’t get me wrong. And you know what? At the time that the hiatus was announced, I didn’t want it at first, either, but now that it’s actually happening, it’s fun seeing them branch out on their own and to see what kind of music they make now that they have the partial freedom to make their own choices. 

If Harry wanted to go solo, he had so many chances to go solo before the hiatus. Literally, there was a new ‘Harry going solo’ rumor every six months while the band was still together and during the hiatus, as well, before his actual solo stuff was announced. And that’s OK. Let’s not forget how all of the boys went to the X Factor as solo artists. On some level, they all wanted to be independent. They were just put into the group first and that’s how they got their start. It’s as simple as that. Let’s not blame Harry for not letting go of his dream and pursuing it when the moment was right. 

Plus, the boys were overworked. That doesn’t even need to be said. Five albums in five years, hundreds of tour dates, dozens of award show appearances and just constantly moving around has got to be draining. I’ll never know how draining, but I can only imagine. If Harry was the first one to suggest the break, I wouldn’t blame him. I wouldn’t blame any of them. 

So even if Louis didn’t want the hiatus at the time (or maybe he did, who really knows for sure?) he’s probably more comfortable with it now and maybe is even enjoying it now that he gets to make different music. He’ll put out an album and hopefully tour and get to see just how unforgettable he really is and how much his fans love and support him. 

photobook ➻ newt scamander one shot

Title: photobook

Prompt: Imagine your s/o is an immortal and you find a photo album full of pictures that look scarily like you from different time periods

Character: Newt ‘cinnamon roll’ Scamander  

Rating: T

Author: @porpentiny (me) 

Ok so lil bit of a modern au here, but I don’t really go into it so, yeah whatever.

When you started dating Newt Scamander, you had noticed his lovable little quirks; like how his eyes crinkled when he really smiled, or how he would leave his wand hanging from his lips when his hands were occupied, or how he knew how to calm any creature–including you–down. How he was always gazing at you for just a second too long, and how when his fingertips brush your soft skin, he’d always smile as if he knew something nobody else did.

You also noticed the polaroid camera he was never seen without.

He didn’t actually use it until you began dating, and ever since you did, he was always taking photos of you, scribbling down the year and place on it and without even letting you glance at it, it was pocketed and his arms were around your waist, mumbling an ‘I love you.” before you could ask to see it. 

You had yet to see any of the photos, and no matter how many times you asked about them, he would always just smile and shake his head, saying something along the lines of ‘my album isn’t quite finished yet, love, but when it is, I assure you that you can see it.’ which you never understood because he was always taking photos of you, and you didn’t know how many more his worn old album could take.

“Why do you take so many photos of me?” You questioned one winters day while you sat in-between his legs on a rich carpet, the heat of the coal fire dancing across your skin with his arms wrapped around you in an embrace with his chin on your shoulder.

“Because you’re beautiful,” He whispered, with a delicate kiss on the tip of your ear. 

It wasn’t until you were down in his case, searching for something in a clutter of mess, that you found it, hidden in a box, beneath an array of scattered newspapers, with dates on the front pages that you weren’t even alive for.

You opened the lid of the box, only to be met with a tattered old leather photo book, bursting at the seams with hundreds of pictures practically begging to be looked at. A mess of photographs littered to bottom of the box, as well, but you didn’t dare focus on them.

You slammed the lid down, sending newspapers flying in a cluster around you. You couldn’t. You shouldn’t.

But, something inside of you was desperately calling for it, so you slowly removed the lid once more with trembling hands and placed it ever so gently against a newspaper.

You reached into the box and when your fingertips brushed the cover, you instantly recoiled. This was private, Newt said he would show you when it was finished. 

But by the looks of the old box, it was finished, so with a steadying breath, you took the beaten old book in your hands. The air suddenly got very warm and you could hear your heart beat in your ears as the tension grew with every stuttering breath.

Your heart raced as you went to open it, feeling like you were trespassing on a part of Newt that he wasn’t ready to show you, making the book feel more heavy than it was in your sweaty palms.

Before you had time to chicken out, you flipped the first page open, only to be met with a photo of a girl and Newt with arms wrapped around each other, grinning ear to ear, laughing at something forgotten in time, snow falling around them.

But it wasn’t just any girl. It was you. You could tell by the way her nose curved and how she awkwardly placed her arms over Newts and how she leaned into Newt just like you did, and although things were different about her style, it was most definitely you.

Then you saw the date ‘1926, New York city’ scrawled across the bottom of the old page and blinked, confused. What?

You peeled back the next page apprehensively, and you saw a picture of a you once more, from the side, with an out of date haircut and an outfit you might see on The Great Gatsby. You were smiling and shoving the camera away from you, the tagline of this one was ‘1927, a night of dancing in London’ 

The next few pages were of you in various locations and you stumbled across one of you by yourself, grinning and dancing as you showed your hand to the camera, which was adorned by a lush diamond ring. This one was titled ‘1928, she said yes!’ 

The page beside it was you in a white gown, next to Newt who was wearing an uncharacteristic suit, the two of you caught in a kiss in front of a large church that you knew. 

You raised a hand to your mouth, letting your delicately moving fingers glide across the page, wild eyes roaming for an explanation but the only thing you could find was ‘1929, forever yours,

“Y/n, you haven’t seen my-” You heard Newt’s voice get louder as he came down the steps but you couldn’t bring yourself to close the book. His voice cut off and so did his footsteps as he caught you red handed.

You slowly turned to face him with teary eyes, his expression was stony with an underlying panic, eyes only daring to look at the book you had in your hands as none of you spoke.

“W-what is this?” You said softly, throat going suddenly dry as you silently pleaded for him to meet your eyes. Your hands were still shaking as you held tightly onto the album, afraid that it would disappear if you let your grip falter, even for a second.

“It’s my photo album,” He whispered, barely loud enough for you to hear him, but in the thick silence, you were listening out for his voice.

“Newt…” You didn’t outwardly ask it, not having the confidence to, but he understood. As he always did. He slowly made his way towards you, a shaky sigh leaving his lips as he got to the floor where you sat.

He reached into the box and pulled out an old crumpled piece of paper, and your eyes followed his shaking fingers as he pulled it into a viewable piece. There you were again, in drawing form, smiling for the artist in a piece titled ‘Y/N,’ and you decided to let him explain before you spoke.

“This was 1616, I was fifteen and so in love with you it was unhealthy,” He laughed drily as he leaned on the wall behind you. “Much the same as I am now,”

Your eyes flitted to his and you felt your heart break as you saw him with tears running down his cheeks. You slowly moved towards him and let your cheek fall against his chest, arm wrapping around his midsection as he went through his photos.

“How?” You said quietly, and he knew what you meant. The silence in the room was whispering a thousand things in your ears before he finally spoke.

“I don’t know.”

You lapsed into an uncomfortable silence once more and you further awaited explanation, listening to his heart beat as you waited for him to carry on.

“I-I meet with you in every lifetime I live, my life never ends and I have to watch as yours does. Every time,” His voice cracked with a sob and you waited patiently for him to continue, slowly rubbing over his shirt clad stomach.

“My love, I have watched you die, more times than any man should have to bear, and I will continue to watch you live, and die until my days run out, if you allow me to,” 

A silence followed, the only noise being your breathing and his sobs.

“I-I’ve tried to die along with you, but it never works. It never works!” He fisted his hair and shook his head, letting all of his emotions come free in one moment. 

You slid up the wall, pulling his arm away from his head calmly and pressing his calloused palms against your chest, letting him feel your heart beating.

“I-immortal?” You questioned, simply guessing at this point. It was rare, but it could happen to some wizards, and it was usually thought of as a gift from the gods above.

His glistening eyes met yours and it was all the confirmation you needed to tell you that no, it was a curse. You pulled him towards you and kissed his forehead lovingly, petting his curls as he choked out more sobs. You didn’t want to imagine all he’s seen throughout his lifetime.

“I’m here, I always will be,” You whispered sweet nothings into his hair, kissing him every few minutes until he was finally calm.

You took his chin and tilted it up so he was looking at you, with wet eyes and puffy cheeks. You slowly leaned forward, capturing his lips in a delicate kiss that didn’t last long enough for him to return.

“I will always love you, in every life time, forever; if you’ll only return it to me,” You said against his lips, feeling the rawness of his emotions.

He placed a salty kiss against your lips, one that you retaliated immediately. His soft lips against yours telling you everything you needed to hear.

Newt slowly pulled away, breathing heavily as he pressed his forehead against yours;

“My love for you is eternal.”

Catfish and the Bottlemen's Van McCann Talks Touring & Having Die-Hard Fans: 'I'm Buzzing Off It'

In the two and a half years since Catfish and the Bottlemen released their debut LP, The Balcony, in September 2014, the U.K.-based band have established themselves as touring workhorses. Aside from releasing another album in May of last year (The Ride), they’ve essentially been on the road nonstop.

​"Any time off we have, we like to fill it with gigs,“ the band’s lead singer Van McCann tells Billboard. "You can’t help but want to no matter where… if there’s fans around a place, we’ll go see them. The idea of stopping tours, waiting a minute, that doesn’t seem right.”

Keeping their constant touring life going, the guys just wrapped a series of shows in South America, which was the first time they’d been to the continent. Even so, they had eager fans awaiting their arrival, with fans in Argentina even greeting them with signs that read, “Catfish and the Argentineans.”

That kind of fanatical reception is what Catfish and the Bottlemen has seen all around the world, a major part of what keeps them excited about being on tour all the time. Ahead of the band setting out on the spring North American leg of their The Ride tour on May 2, Billboard caught up with frontman McCann about their recent international trek, his favorite shows they’ve played, and how Catfish and the Bottlemen’s career has only just begun.  

Did you have any expectations about how South America would go, and did the shows end up meeting those expectations?

That was honestly one of the best tours we’ve ever done. Just seeing people react the way they did to the songs, despite not even speaking all the lingo… it was very flattering and we never expected that. We’d never turned up for the first time and had that kind of response – so many people outside the hotels, outside the venues, it was crazy. They’re just so passionate about music out there, so I think they appreciate any band playing and putting on a show. I’d only heard how good it was going to be, and it was everything I’d heard and more. I’d advise [playing there] to anybody.

What are some differences and similarities that you’ve seen in the crowds in South America, the U.K., and America?

In terms of reception and us playing, it’s always been the same. The people who come to see us get completely behind the band. We love going around the world playing. 24 years old, doing arenas back home, playing around the world, playing America on a big six–week tour – I’m buzzing off it.

I think where we are right now is where we always wanted to be, even before we had a deal, when we were first started being in the band together. We very much wanted this, none of it was a fluke. It didn’t feel like too much was "right place right time” – it was very much banging down doors to get us into this position. That desire just makes you want to keep going, building the fan base and building the shows.

Do you feel like that’s made an impact on the music you’re making and how you’re touring?

I think we were making the first two albums to get us to this point, so I think you’ll see in the next one how excited we are. It’s only been two years since the first one came out, and to be able to go back home and sell out arenas, that’s real exciting for us.

It’s all very humbling. We’ve always dreamt this since we were kids, before we could even play the guitar, and to now get to this point – in August it will be 10 years for us as a band – it’s nice to see this all pay off. We still love what we do and we still have that hunger to keep growing it. To have that amount of people behind us already after two years, internationally, it’s real motivating. We didn’t need any [motivation] anyway, but it just makes you more excited and makes you want to release stuff every six months.

Which songs have you seen connect with fans the most when you perform them live?

I feel like “7,” but I don’t know if it’s because I love playing it: I’d play that song forever if I could. “Cocoon” as well – but the thing with us, and I’ve always loved this, we’ve never had a one-off tune. When you come to a show, you’ll see that they sing the whole album word for word, both albums now. I think we’re at a place where we can properly appreciate it and grab it and run with it. There’s not really a word for it.

It’s kind of like when you’re in a crowd of people, you explain something and you look around and go, “Do you know what I mean?” and the whole room can either say “Yeah, I know what you mean completely,” or they can say ‘"No I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.“ To be on stage and stand in the middle of an arena and know that everybody knows what you’re saying, it’s a mad feeling.

What have been your personal favorite shows you’ve played?

We played Wembley Arena [last November] – I think that was our biggest show we’d done at the time, and me dad brought me granddad up to see it. He’s about 300 years old, something like 90 now I think. And he stood there in a suit with his arms in the air watching, stood next to me dad, his son, and then watching his grandson, me, on stage, and then the fans react the way they do to the songs. He turns to me at the end of the night and said, “That was the best day of my life.” And I was like, "What? You’ve been alive nearly a couple hundred years! And that’s the best day of your life?” You’re always trying to do your folks proud, do your family proud, so that was a very good feeling to have me granddad to shake my hand and say that.

I loved Governor’s Ball. I got to see The Strokes for the first time and I grew up loving that band. I love playing Dublin, Ireland. I love playing Australia – my mom and dad got married over there, so it’s always a bit of a 360 for me. Back home it’s just beyond the joke, we’re selling out arenas that I grew up watching my favorite bands play; Arctic Monkeys, Oasis. I’m still a fan myself, so I still very much buzz off these bands I’m reelin’ over. To be able to go play in those venues alongside boys you appreciate, it’s a good feeling.

Source: Billboard | by Taylor Weatherby | 1st May, 2017

Brendon: Ryan is a valued member of the band
Ryan: I left the band years ago
Brendon: His writing is so amazing
Ryan: you write the songs
Brendon: he and I get along fine
Ryan: I left your ass
Brendon: he stayed with me when all the other members left.
Ryan: I left first
Brendon: if he ever leaves I’ll kill him
Ryan: pls do, then I’ll finally be out of the band
Brendon: I don’t understand why people keep on saying I’m gay
Spencer: maybe it’s because you like dudes
Brendon: no it’s a rumor like the gay thing. I like kissing women
Spencer: you French kiss any man you see
Brendon: Imma marry a woman
Spencer: you married a dude
Brendon: I’d never let a man anywhere near my dick
Spencer: Ryan you husband you always kiss is sucking your dick right now
Ryan: I heard my name
Brendon: that doesn’t mean I’m gay
Brendon: *writes albums about how much he loves Ryan and misses him* I’m so over him . Ew why do people think I love him. *texts Ryan: I love u take me back* if anything he isn’t over me and wants me back.

anonymous asked:

Hi zoe can you list me some good harries that never even thought about larry, I just can't see more comments on the topic which I think ruined 1d over the years. Thank you wish you a lovely day

Um.. I mean I don’t know. A lot of my dash is ex-larries.. But I know @complexstyles was never a larrie and @the-pink-album too… I don’t think @floralharries posts about larry..any of the haylors aren’t larries… @swiftstyles1989 runs a great blog.

Yeah… I mean I don’t know how much you don’t want to hear about the topic. I love larry as a ship and Louis said he was “very proud” of Harry and it was one of the happiest moments of my life and my dash is covered in it from both the harries and louies I follow.  

Rolling Stone, September 12, 1985

Prince Talks: The Silence Is Broken

By Neal Karlen

The Interview

Why have you decided that now is the time to talk?
There have been a lot of things said about me, and a lot of them are wrong. There have been a lot of contradictions. I don’t mind criticism, I just don’t like lies. I feel I’ve been very honest in my work and my life, and it’s hard to tolerate people telling so many barefaced lies.

Do you read most of what’s written about you?
A little, not much. Sometimes someone will pass along a funny one. I just wrote a song called “Hello,” which is going to be on the flip side of “Pop Life.” It says at the end, “Life is cruel enough without cruel words.” I get a lot of cruel words. A lot of people do.

I saw critics be so critical of Stevie Wonder when he made Journey through the Secret Life of Plants. Stevie has done so many great songs, and for people to say, “You missed, don’t do that, go back” – well, I would never say, “Stevie Wonder, you missed.” [Prince puts the Wonder album on the turntable, plays a cut, then puts on Miles Davis’ new album.] Or Miles. Critics are going to say, “Ah, Miles done went off.” Why say that? Why even tell Miles he went off? You know, if you don’t like it, don’t talk about it. Go buy another record!
Not long ago I talked to George Clinton, a man who knows and has done so much for funk. George told me how much he liked Around the World in a Day. You know how much more his words mean than those from some mamma-jamma wearing glasses and an alligator shirt behind a typewriter?

Do you hate rock critics? Do you think they’re afraid of you?
[Laughs] No, it’s no big deal. Hey, I’m afraid of them! One time early in my career, I got into a fight with a New York writer, this little skinny cat, a real sidewinder. He said, “I’ll tell you a secret, Prince. Writers write for other writers, and a lot of time it’s more fun to be nasty.” I just looked at him. But when I really thought about it and put myself in his shoes, I realized that’s what he had to do. I could see his point. They can do whatever they want. And me, too. I can paint whatever picture I want with my albums. And I try to instill that in every act I’ve ever worked with.

What picture were you painting with Around the World in a Day?
[Laughs] I’ve heard some people say I’m not talking about anything on this record. And what a lot of other people get wrong about the record is that I’m not trying to be this great visionary wizard. Paisley Park is in everybody’s heart. It’s not just something that I have the keys to. I was trying to say something about looking inside oneself to find perfection. Perfection is in everyone. Nobody’s perfect, but they can be. We may never reach that, but it’s better to strive than not.

Sounds religious.
As far as that goes, let me tell you a story about Wendy. We had to fly somewhere at the beginning of the tour, and Wendy is deathly afraid of flying. She got on the plane and really freaked. I was scared for her. I tried to calm her down with jokes, but it didn’t work. I thought about it and said, “Do you believe in God?” She said yes. I said, “Do you trust him?” and she said she did. Then I asked, “So why are you afraid to fly?” She started laughing and said, “Okay, okay, okay.” Flying still bothers her a bit, but she knows where it is and doesn’t get freaked.

It’s just so nice to know there is someone and someplace else. And if we’re wrong, and I’m wrong, and there is nothing, then big deal! But the whole life I just spent, I at least had some reason to spend it.

When you talk about God, which God are you talking about? The Christian God? Jewish? Buddhist? Is there any God in particular you have in mind?
Yes, very much so. A while back, I had an experience that changed me and made me think differently about how and what I wrote and how I acted toward people. I’m going to make a film about it – not the next one, but the one after that. I’ve wanted to make it for three years now. Don’t get me wrong – I’m still as wild as I was. I’m just funneling it in a different direction. And now I analyze things so much that sometimes I can’t shut my brain off and it hurts. That’s what that movie will be about.

What was the experience that changed you?
I don’t really want to get into it specifically. During the Dirty Mind period, I would go into fits of depression and get physically ill. I would have to call people to help me get out of it. I don’t do that anymore.

What were you depressed about?
A lot had to do with the band’s situation, the fact that I couldn’t make people in the band understand how great we could all be together if we all played our part. A lot also had to do with being in love with someone and not getting any love back. And there was the fact that I didn’t talk much with my father and sister. Anyway, a lot of things happened in this two-day period, but I don’t want to get into it right now.

How’d you get over it?
That’s what the movie’s going to be about. Paisley Park is the only way I can say I got over it now. Paisley Park is the place one should find in oneself, where one can go when one is alone.

You say you’ve now found the place where you can go to be alone. Is it your house? Within the family you’ve built around you? With God?
It’s a combination of things. I think when one discovers himself, he discovers God. Or maybe it’s the other way around. I’m not sure… . It’s hard to put into words. It’s a feeling – someone knows when they get it. That’s all I can really say.

Do you believe in heaven?
I think there is an afterworld. For some reason, I think it’s going to look just like here, but that’s part … I don’t really like talking about this stuff. It’s so personal.

Does it bother you when people say you’re going back in time with Around the World in a Day?
No. What they say is that the Beatles are the influence. The influence wasn’t the Beatles. They were great for what they did, but I don’t know how that would hang today. The cover art came about because I thought people were tired of looking at me. Who wants another picture of him? I would only want so many pictures of my woman, then I would want the real thing. What would be a little more happening than just another picture [laughs] would be if there was some way I could materialize in people’s cribs when they play the record.

How do you feel about people calling the record “psychedelic”?
I don’t mind that, because that was the only period in recent history that delivered songs and colors. Led Zeppelin, for example, would make you feel differently on each song.

Does your fame affect your work?
A lot of people think it does, but it doesn’t at all. I think the smartest thing I did was record Around the World in a Day right after I finished Purple Rain. I didn’t wait to see what would happen with Purple Rain. That’s why the two albums sound completely different. People think, “Oh, the new album isn’t half as powerful as Purple Rain or 1999.” You know how easy it would have been to open Around the World in a Day with the guitar solo that’s on the end of “Let’s Go Crazy”? You know how easy it would have been to just put it in a different key? That would have shut everybody up who said the album wasn’t half as powerful. I don’t want to make an album like the earlier ones. Wouldn’t it be cool to be able to put your albums back to back and not get bored, you dig? I don’t know how many people can play all their albums back to back with each one going to different cities.

What do you think about the comparisons between you and Jimi Hendrix?
It’s only because he’s black. That’s really the only thing we have in common. He plays different guitar than I do. If they really listened to my stuff, they’d hear more of a Santana influence than Jimi Hendrix. Hendrix played more blues; Santana played prettier. You can’t compare people, you really can’t, unless someone is blatantly trying to rip somebody off. And you can’t really tell that unless you play the songs.
You’ve got to understand that there’s only so much you can do on an electric guitar. I don’t know what these people are thinking – they’re usually non-guitar-playing mamma-jammas saying this kind of stuff. There are only so many sounds a guitar can make. Lord knows I’ve tried to make a guitar sound like something new to myself.

Are there any current groups you listen to a lot or learn from? 

Naah. The last album I loved all the way through was [Joni Mitchell’s] The Hissing of Summer Lawns. I respect people’s success, but I don’t like a lot of popular music. I never did. I like more of the things I heard when I was little. Today, people don’t write songs; they’re a lot of sounds, a lot of repetition. That happened when producers took over, and that’s why there’s no more [live] acts. There’s no box office anymore. The producers took over, and now nobody wants to see these bands.

People seem to think you live in an armed monastery that you’ve built in honor of yourself.

First off, I don’t live in a prison with armed guards around me. The reason I have a guy outside is that after the movie, all kinds of people started coming over and hanging out. That wasn’t so bad, but the neighbors got upset that people were driving by blasting their boxes or standing outside and singing. I happen to dig that. That’s one reason I’m going to move to more land. There, if people want to come by, it will be fine. Sometimes it gets lonely here. To be perfectly honest, I wish more of my friends would come by.

Musicians, people I know. A lot of the time they think I don’t want to be bothered. When I told Susannah [Melvoin] that you were coming over, she said, “Is there something I can do? Do you want me to come by to make it seem like you have friends coming by?” I said no, that would be lying. And she just put her head down, because she knew she doesn’t come by to see me as much as she wants to, or as much as she thinks I want her to. It was interesting. See, you did something good, and you didn’t even know it!

Are you afraid to ask your friends to come by?
I’m kind of afraid. That’s because sometimes everybody in the band comes over, and we have very long talks. They’re very few and far between, and I do a lot of the talking. Whenever we’re done, one of them will come up to me and say, “Take care of yourself. You know I really love you.” I think they love me so much, and I love them so much, that if they came over all the time I wouldn’t be able to be to them what I am, and they wouldn’t be able to do for me what they do. I think we all need our individual spaces, and when we come together with what we’ve concocted in our heads, it’s cool.

Does it bother you that strangers make pilgrimages to your house?
No, not at all. But there’s a time and a place for everything. A lot of people have the idea that I’m a wild sexual person. It can be two o'clock in the afternoon, and someone will make a really strange request from the call box outside. One girl just kept pressing the buzzer. She kept pressing it, and then she started crying. I had no idea why. I thought she might have fallen down. I started talking to her, and she just kept saying, “I can’t believe it’s you.” I said, “Big deal. I’m no special person. I’m no different than anyone.” She said, “Will you come out?” I said, “Nope, I don’t have much on.” And she said, “That’s okay.”

I’ve lectured quite a few people out there. I’ll say, “Think about what you’re saying. How would you react if you were me?” I ask that question a lot: “How would you react if you were me?” They say, “Okay, okay.”

It’s not just people outside your door who think you’re a wild sexual person.
To some degree I am, but not twenty-four hours a day. Nobody can be what they are twenty-four hours a day, no matter what that is. You have to eat, you have to sleep, you have to think, and you have to work. I work a lot, and there’s not too much time for anything else when I’m doing that.

Does it make you angry when people dig into your background, when they want to know about your sexuality and things like that?
Everyone thinks I have a really mean temper and that I don’t like people to do this or do that. I have a sense of humor. I thought that the Saturday Night Live skit with Billy Crystal as me was the funniest thing I ever saw. His imitation of me was hysterical! He was singing, “I am the world, I am the children!” Then Bruce Springsteen came to the mike, and the boys would push him away. It was hilarious. We put it on when we want to laugh. It was great. Of course, that’s not what it is.
And I thought the Prince Spaghetti commercial was the cutest thing in the world. My lawyers and management are the ones who felt it should be stopped. I didn’t even see the commercial until after someone had tried to have it stopped. A lot of things get done without my knowledge because I’m in Minneapolis and they’re where they are.
It’s a good and a bad thing that I live here. It’s bad in the sense that I can’t be a primo “rock star” and do everything absolutely right. I can’t go to the parties and benefits, be at all the awards shows, get this and get that. But I like it here. It’s really mellow.

How do you feel when you go to New York or L.A. and see the life you could be leading?
L.A. is a good place to work. And I liked New York more when I wasn’t known, when I wasn’t bothered when I went out. You’d be surprised. There are guys who will literally chase you through a discotheque! I don’t mind my picture being taken if it’s done in a proper fashion. It’s very easy to say, “Prince, may I take your picture?” I don’t know why people can’t be more humane about a lot of things they do. Now when I’m visiting, I like to sneak around and try stuff. I like to sneak to people’s gigs and see if I can get away without getting my picture taken. That’s fun. That’s like cops and robbers.

You’ve taken a lot of heat for your bodyguards, especially the incident in Los Angeles in which your bodyguard Chick Huntsberry reportedly beat up a photographer.
A lot of times I’ve been accused of sicking bodyguards on people. You know what happened in L.A.? My man the photographer tried to get in the car! I don’t have any problems with someone Iknow trying to get in my car with me and my woman in it. But someone like that? Just to get a picture?

Why isn’t Chick working for you anymore?
Chick has more pride than anyone I know. I think that after the L.A. incident, he feared for his job. So if I said something, he’d say, “What are you jumping on me for? What’s wrong? Why all of a sudden are you changing?” And I’d say, “I’m not changing.” Finally, he just said, “I’m tired. I’ve had enough.” I said fine, and he went home. I waited a few weeks and called him. I told him that his job was still here and that I was alone. So he said he’d see me when I was in New York. He didn’t show up. I miss him.

Is it true that Chick is still on the payroll?

What about the exposé he wrote about you in the National Enquirer?
I never believe anything in the Enquirer. I remember reading stories when I was ten years old, saying, “I was fucked by a flying saucer, and here’s my baby to prove it.” I think they just took everything he said and blew it up. It makes for a better story. They’re just doing their thing. Right on for them. The only thing that bothers me is when my fans think I live in a prison. This is not a prison.

You came in for double heat over the L.A. incident because it happened the night of the “We Are the World” recording. In retrospect, do you wish you had shown up?
No. I think I did my part in giving my song [to the album]. I hope I did my part. I think I did the best thing I could do.

You’ve done food-drive concerts for poor people in various cities, given free concerts for handicapped kids and donated lots of money to the Marva Collins inner-city school in Chicago. Didn’t you want to stand up after you were attacked for “We Are the World” and say, “Hey, I do my part.”
Nah. I was never rich, so I have very little regard for money now. I only respect it inasmuch as it can feed somebody. I give a lot of things away, a lot of presents and money. Money is best spent on someone who needs it. That’s all I’m going to say. I don’t like to make a big deal about the things I do that way.

People think that you’re a dictator in the studio, that you want to control everything. In L.A., however, I saw Wendy and Lisa mixing singles while you were in Paris. How do you feel about your reputation?
My first album I did entirely alone. On the second I used André [Cymone], my bass player, on “Why You Wanna Treat Me So Bad?” He sang a small harmony part that you really couldn’t hear. There was a typo on the record, and André didn’t get any credit. That’s how that whole thing started. I tried to explain that to him, but when you’re on the way up, there’s no explaining too much of anything. People will think what they want to.

The reason I didn’t use musicians a lot of the time had to do with the hours that I worked. I swear to God it’s not out of boldness when I say this, but there’s not a person around who can stay awake as long as I can. Music is what keeps me awake. There will be times when I’ve been working in the studio for twenty hours and I’ll be falling asleep in the chair, but I’ll still be able to tell the engineer what cut I want to make. I use engineers in shifts a lot of the time because when I start something. I like to go all the way through. There are very few musicians who will stay awake that long.

Do you feel others recognize how hard you work?
Well, no. A lot of my peers make remarks about us doing silly things onstage and on records. Morris [Day, former lead singer of the Time] was criticized a lot for that.

What kind of silliness, exactly?
Everything – the music, the dances, the lyrics. What they fail to realize is that is exactly what we want to do. It’s not silliness, it’s sickness. Sickness is just slang for doing things somebody else wouldn’t do. If we are down on the floor doing a step, that’s something somebody else wouldn’t do. That’s what I’m looking for all the time. We don’t look for whether something’s cool or not, that’s not what time it is. It’s not just wanting to be out. It’s just if I do something that I think belongs to someone else or sounds like someone else, I do something else.

Why did Morris say such negative things about you after he left the band?
People who leave usually do so out of a need to express something they can’t do here. It’s really that simple. Morris, for example, always wanted to be a solo act, period. But when you’re broke and selling shoes someplace, you don’t think about asking such a thing. Now, I think Morris is trying to create his own identity. One of the ways of doing that is trying to pretend that you don’t have a past.

Jesse [Johnson, former guitarist for the Time] is the only one who went away who told what happened, what really went down with the band. He said there was friction, because he was in a situation that didn’t quite suit him. Jesse wanted to be in front all the time. And I just don’t think God puts everybody in that particular bag. And sometimes I was blunt enough to say that to people: “I don’t think you should be the front man. I think Morris should.”

Wendy, for example, says, “I don’t want that. I want to be right where I am. I can be strongest to this band right where I am.” I personally love this band more than any other group I’ve ever played with for that reason. Everybody knows what they have to do. I know there’s something I have to do.

What sound do you get from different members of the Revolution?
Bobby Z was the first one to join. He’s my best friend. Though he’s not such a spectacular drummer, he watches me like no other drummer would. Sometimes, a real great drummer, like Morris, will be more concerned with the lick he is doing as opposed to how I am going to break it down.

Mark Brown’s just the best bass player I know, period. I wouldn’t have anybody else. If he didn’t play with me, I’d eliminate bass from my music. Same goes for Matt [Fink, the keyboard player]. He’s more or less a technician. He can read and write like a whiz, and is one of the fastest in the world. And Wendy makes me seem all right in the eyes of people watching.

How so?
She keeps a smile on her face. When I sneer, she smiles. It’s not premeditated, she just does it. It’s a good contrast. Lisa is like my sister. She’ll play what the average person won’t. She’ll press two notes with one finger so the chord is a lot larger, things like that. She’s more abstract. She’s into Joni Mitchell, too.

What about the other bands? Apollonia, Vanity, Mazarati, the Family? What are you trying to express through them?
A lot has to do with them. They come to me with an idea, and I try to bring that forth. I don’t give them anything. I don’t say, “Okay, you’re going to do this, and you’re going to do that.” I mean, it was Morris’ idea to be as sick as he was. That was his personality. We both like Don King and got a lot of stuff off him.

Because he’s outrageous and thinks everything’s so exciting – even when it isn’t.

People think you control those bands, that it’s similar to Rick James’ relationship with the Mary Jane Girls. A lot of people think he’s turning all the knobs.
I don’t know their situation. But you look at Sheila E. performing, and you can just tell she’s holding her own. The same goes for the Family. You and I were playing Ping-Pong, and they were doing just fine.

After all these years, does the music give you as much of a rush as it used to?
It increases more and more. One of my friends worries that I’ll short-circuit. We always say I’ll make the final fade on a song one time and … [Laughs, dropping his head in a dead slump]. It just gets more and more interesting every day. More than anything else, I try not to repeat myself. It’s the hardest thing in the world to do – there’s only so many notes one human being can muster. I write a lot more than people think I do, and I try not to copy that.

I think that’s the problem with the music industry today. When a person does get a hit, they try to do it again the same way. I don’t think I’ve ever done that. I write all the time and cut all the time. I want to show you the archives, where all my old stuff is. There’s tons of music I’ve recorded there. I have the follow-up album to 1999. I could put it all together and play it for you, and you would go “Yeah!” And I could put it out, and it would probably sell what 1999 did. But I always try to do something different and conquer new ground.

In people’s minds, it all boils down to “Is Prince getting too big for his breeches?” I wish people would understand that I always thought I was bad. I wouldn’t have got into the business if I didn’t think I was bad.

Prince on the cover of Rolling Stone. “Raspberry Beret” video still.