james won

anonymous asked:

i know every love song is about stevebucky but what are the main songs that make you think about them?

You’re about to get like, an entire playlist bc there’s a bunch okay:

- Two Ghosts; Harry Styles
- Sweet Creature; Harry Styles
- If I Could Fly; One Direction
- 18; One Direction
- Stay Here With Me; Ron Rave
- Still Fallin; Hunter Hayes
- Chemistry; All Time Low
- Cars Full of People; Good Charlotte
- War; Good Charlotte
- Yellow; Coldplay
- Evergreen; Will Young
- Sweet Nothings; Neck Deep
- Brother; Needtobreathe
- Love Me Back To Life; Bon Jovi
- Afterglow; All Time Low
- I Found; Amber Run
- Let Me Love The Lonely; James Arthur
- Say You Won’t Let Go; James Arthur
- Hands of Love; Miley Cyrus
- Gold; Sleeping With Sirens
- Unsteady; X Ambassadors

anonymous asked:

What are your favorite creepy things to read or watch?

You have come to the right place, anon, for weird and creepy things… 

To read:

  • Stephen King short stories. Not his novels. His novels are like he got paid by the word. His short stories, or even his novellas, are amazing. 
    • Check out The Boogeyman, Secret Window Secret Garden, and Carrie if unfamiliar with his work.
    • Additionally, though it differs greatly from the book, Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining is an excellent film. Perhaps it just creeps me out because I saw it as a kid but even to this day, those twins in the hallway give me the heebie jeebies.
  • Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark.
    • Honestly, this is just because I love scary folk stories, which most of these are taken from. I also grew up with this book series. If you can, get one with the original illustrations. The stories by themselves aren’t all that scary but with the illustrations they are given a whole new level of creep. I mean, thanks to that book I’m still kind of afraid of elevators.
  • While we’re on it, reading about Japanese and Korean legends can be terrifying as well. Just thinking about the Slit Mouth Woman makes me want to never walk outside at night again, even to get my laundry. Folk stories from all kinds of different cultures are not only educational, they are often good for when you’re looking for creepy stuff.
  • Creepypastas, but be selective.
  • I couldn’t find a link directly to it, but one story that gave me straight up nightmares was George R.R. Martin’s The Pear Shaped Man. Same author who’s famous for Game of Thrones really knows how to deliver some sugar frosted nightmares. 
    • While we’re on the topic of the unexpected, did you know King used to write fantasy? Yeah. Weird right?
  • Creepy stories are best told at night
  • The Dionaea House is chilling. I highly recommend this one.
  • A lot of Neil Gaiman’s work is quite creepy. If you can get a hold of it, I recommend the series of graphic novels known as Sandman. Note: Not for kids, MUCH mature/adult content.
    •  Also, he wrote Coraline and The Graveyard Book. Both kids books that aren’t just for kids.
  • Clive Barker doesn’t get praised for it very much but he’s a horror master. In fact, when I was reading Weaveworld there was a scene that was so graphic I had to stop reading it altogether. Warning, though, there is rape in this one, in addition to birth, molestation, and just… it’s definitely not for kids in any shape or form. But if you like it, also check out Imajica.
    • Also, a kid’s book by him that’s truly creepy is The Thief of Always. And he illustrated it so bonus! 
  • Annie96 is typing is a modern classic. 
  • Feed the Pig is narrated here and I think it’s amazing. Mentions of suicide and other graphic content warning. 
  • The Strangers, another good nosleep story. 
  • In fact, just check out Nosleep’s podcast. Full of awesome creepy content.

To watch: Youtube / Vimeo

  • I love Seriously Strange by Rob Dyke. In addition to being creepy, you also learn a lot.
    • He’s also got a series about serial killers. 
  • Speaking of learning, the Youtube channel Ask a Mortician is quite educational, though it will squash some myths you might like to believe in. 
    • The creator of this channel also wrote a book titled The Smoke Gets in Your Eyes: Lessons from the Crematorium. I have yet to read it but it’s on my list.
  • No Through Road, an excellent short film. Warning blood. 
  • He Dies at the End.
  • FNAF Sister Location Trailer. I actually think the trailer was a lot scarier than the game. Very well done, even if you aren’t into the games (I have no room to talk, I’m reading the second book right now) you can respect the artistry.
  • Playing with the Devil, based on a real Japanese ritual which I will NEVER partake in. 
  • Self Assembly. Which I would like to put warnings on, but they’d be spoilers. This literally kept me up the other night. 
  • The Horton Mine. Not a scary film but someone’s real experience going into a probably haunted mine. 
  • The Cat Piano. Also one of the most beautiful pieces of animation I’ve seen online. 
  • Vincent, a short film by Tim Burton.
    • I couldn’t find it on Youtube, but Tim Burton also released a live action short film called Frankenweenie, which inspired his recent animated film by the same name.
  • The Smiling Man. Try walking home in the dark after this. 
  • Miracle Fish.
  • Lastly, Alma.

Also, Imgur is full of lists of good creepy films. 

To watch: Netflix/ Amazon

Note: Many films listed have mature, possibly triggering themes, please look up triggers and protect yourself!

  • The Witch
    • I can’t rave about this movie enough, for real
  • The Shining
  • A Clockwork Orange
    • Books is good too, but much less on the creepy side
  • It Follows
  • Train to Busan
  • Midnight B Train
  • The first episode of The Walking Dead
  • Night of the Living Dead
  • Dawn of the Dead
  • Sean of the Dead (more funny than scary)
  • The Blair Witch Project
  • 10 Cloverfield Lane
  • American Psycho
    • Which is also a book
    • While we’re on it, read Fight Club, not because it’s creepy but because it’s great literature
    • moving on
  • Coraline
  • Paranormal Activity
  • Don’t Breathe
  • It Comes at Night
  • American Horror Story
  • The Twilight Zone
  • Hush
  • The Babadook
  • 13 Sins
  • Would You Rather
  • Wilfred
  • World of Tomorrow
  • Rosemarys’ Baby
  • Insidious
  • The Conjuring
  • The Ring
  • The Exorcist
  • V/H/S
  • MTV’s Scream
  • The Fly

And because you’ll need a laugh after all this, Young Frankenstein. 

I hope this helps you on your quest for creepy!

PS- check out @unsettlingstories and @decomprosed here on Tumblr too!
Lena is invited to game night
  • Lena: I won.
  • Alex: Okay, I call cheating. She hasn't even played this game before and she wins three times in a row? There's no way I'm giving her my money again!
  • Maggie: Okay, calm down, Danvers. Yeah, L show us your cards.
  • Winn: And also stand up so we can see that you're not hiding any cards.
  • James: I have to agree with Winn. Lena, stand up and empty your pockets-
  • Lena: Kara Danvers believes in me.
  • Alex: ...
  • Maggie: ...
  • Winn: ...
  • James: ...
  • Kara: ...
  • Kara: She won fair and square.


Lily: No! Harry! 

James: *panicking* I know that spell from somewhere, Blondie needs help immediately. Merlin’s pants Myrtle he’s not dead STOP shouting!

Lily: He’s about to be, it can’t be.. no. That bloody book, that is a very dark spell Jamie

Sirius: Trust me knows, he was hit by it.

Lily: WHAT?!

James: *through his teeth* Padfoot!

Sirius: We are all dead Prongs, it doesn’t matter if she knows or not really.

James: You son of a–

Sirius: Bitch. I know, I lived with her for sixteen years.

Lily: Who?

James: Doesn’t matter.

Lily: *fuming* I. said. WHO

James: *giving up* Snivellus. Dumbledore healed me pretty fast, I didn’t have many scars so I decided to keep it to myself than to hurt you.

Sirius: Speak of the devil

*Snape heals Draco and comes back to order Harry to bring his school bag*

Lily: He’s gonna have to give that stupid book to him eventually

Sirius: *smirking* Not necessarily

Lily: Sirius, I will drag you to hell myself and hand you over to Walburga if you don’t shut it.

James: He’s going to the Room of Requirements to hide his book, I can’t believe we didn’t include that in the Map.

Lily: Jamie, this is so not the time love.

James: Alright alright, got it.

*Snape checks Harry’s copy of Advanced Potion Making”

Sirius: Seriously Harry? Roonil Wazlib and the best you can come up with is “That’s my nickname”?

Lily: He’s in so much trouble, he’s done for–

James: Lily calm down a little.

Lily: He almost killed that boy!

Sirius: Well he’s up to something for Voldemort, didn’t you see his arm?

Lily: Doesn’t mean he has to die! Don’t you ever think of Regulus and how he was forced into all of this?

James: LILY!

Sirius: Don’t you dare talk about him again Evans.

Lily: I– I’m sorry.

*“Well, we shall see how you feel after your detentions,” said Snape. “Ten o’clock Saturday morning, Potter. My office.” “But sir…” said Harry, looking up desperately. “Quidditch… the last match of the…” “Ten o’clock,” whispered Snape, with a smile that showed his yellow teeth. “Poor Gryffindor, fourth place this year, I fear”* 

James: That fucking wanker, he did that on purpose. He’s gonna miss the final game. I miss the days with Charlie Weasley, he was one hell of a captain *both Sirius and Lily don’t talk* I will never understand why he went for dragons instead of eternal glory on the field.

*Day of the match and Harry’s detention*

Sirius: Snivellus didn’t just give him our detentions to go through.

James: Yes, yes he did.

Sirius: Merlin I hate him more than I did 20 years ago, I never thought that was possible.

Lily: *shyly* He does that to make sure he reads your name, Sirius. Harry is used to his comments about James but your absence is new to him. He’s just being his cruel self.

Sirius: Well fuck him, Jamie how is the game going? 

James: Not bad, not bad at all. Redhead is actually pretty good.

*Hour and a half later*

James: *cheering* THEY WON! 

Lily: *surprised* Really?

James: Redhead caught the snitch! I can’t believe this, they won!

*half an hour later*

Sirius: Harry’s off of detention and he’s going to the common room now.

James: Well, a pleasant surprise will be waiting for him.

Lily: Ah look at them, there’s Ginny oh.. OH! Well that’s a way to celebrate



Sirius: *grinning* Resemblance is uncanny.

Lily: Harry, love maybe that’s enough, Ron is watching.

James: And she loves Quidditch

Lily: Molly’s gonna be happy

Sirius: Happy is a very underrated word but wait til the twins find out.

James: And have you seen one of her Bat-Bogey hexes? That girl is awesome.

Sirius: If you are done swooning over your future bride Prongs..

Lily: He secretly wanted them to be together since he rescued Ginny from the Chamber of Secrets, leave him be. It took Harry sometime to take his head out of his ass to see Ginny.

Sirius: *smirking* Evans! That’s your son you are talking about and that reminds me of someone.

Lily: *smiling* Oh shut it Black.

James: Nice one Pads, he’s right you know. Everyone knew you were swooning over me for a good six months before you finally accepted you liked me.

Lily: Except for you, Jamie.

James: Whatever. It’s like us but involving a lot less hexes.

Sirius: He’s like a teenager girl whose two favourite characters finally got together.

James: Fuck off Pads.

Lily: He was like that when you and Remus got together, too.

James: So what? Can’t I be happy for people I love?

Sirius: Sure you can but maybe be a little less enthusiastic?

James: *raising an eyebrow* You are one to talk

Sirius: Okay, got it. I’m out.

Lily: What just happened?

James: Nothing important. Ah! Look at them walking around in the castle talking, if her hair was a bit darker they would look exactly like us.

Lily: *putting his head on James’ shoulder* You are relentless.

James: Tell me you don’t like this.

Lily: I love it.

James: Exactly my point.

it kills me to see the same recycled fake stunting every single time louis needs promo. it doesn’t work and literally no one buys it. everyone including louis is tired of it. surrounding trash bags like james arthur around him won’t make us like that gross human being at all so can they just do us all a favor and just not.. why not focus on his music and good promo strategies rather than this shit. louis deserves better

Sirius Black

(Not Drarry. Mauraders era, Sirius Black, James Potter, Mentions of child abuse, corporal punishment.

I know it’s not my usual stuff and to be quite honest I’m not sure where the idea came from but I hope you like it.)

When Sirius Black was six, his parents were taking him somewhere and they had to pass through a muggle park. He saw children like him, playing and laughing, a little girl saw him, smiled bright as a sunflower blossoming and waved her whole arm in greeting. Sirius smiled back tentatively, raising his arm but almost as soon as it was up, his mother grabbed it and forced it back down. Her voice hissed angrily in his ear but all he could see was the little muggle girl looking a little sad and confused and turning away. He didn’t remember where they were going, he didn’t remember what his mother said, he remembered the other children, the waving girl and the throbbing in his wrist.

When he was eight, his father took him to a bookstore. Regulus was there and stuck close by his father side. Reg was quiet. His parents thought he was good and obedient. Sirius thought he was afraid.

Sirius wandered away, hardly paying attention to the thick leather-bound volumes filled with things he had no interest in. Just walked up and down the rows of bookshelves, dragging his fingers across the spines as he went. He turned a corner and nearly ran into another boy about his age. He had wild black hair and cheerful brown eyes behind a pair of glasses too big for his face and he appeared to have been doing the same thing Sirius had been.

Sirius gave him a careful nod.

The other boy grinned, “My name’s James, what’s yours?”

“Sirius,” he said with a burst of excitement and a hopeful smile.

They immediately joined ranks, walking shoulder to shoulder down the aisles. Touching the books became pushing them to the back of the shelf so the spines were uneven like a choppy ocean wave. It became a contest and soon they were each going as fast as they could, sharing excited challenging glances as they tried to push in more books than the other.

When his father found him, he grabbed Sirius’ shoulder and pulling him away so quickly it sent a surge of fear down Sirius’ spine. His father’s voice was low. He never raised it, never yelled when he was angry like his mother did, it only got quieter and somehow far more terrifying. He lectured Sirius about propriety, about pride and upholding their family’s name and Sirius nodded to each one, his movements stiff with a fury he could not name. Until Jame’s father came and got him and simply chuckled, setting the books to right with the flick of his wand and telling his son to take it easy next time. Then he knew exactly why he was angry.

Amidst his father’s reprimand, Sirius peeked behind him and briefly saw James and his father looking at him with a sad, worried expression. Sirius turned and waved to James as he left, not caring when his father turned him round again, his voice dropping to an even quieter hiss.

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In bringing this collection to a close, I decided to take it back to the start.

You can also find this fic here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12286317/5/Sense-ational


The first time she kissed him, he tasted like butterbeer and something distinctly James. The combination made her head swim, her heart pound, and her body crave him, his mouth, his body, his skin against hers.

It was a crisp October afternoon, the first Hogsmeade weekend of their seventh year, and Lily had finally said yes, enthusiastically yes, to James’ Hogsmeade proposal. He’d been stunned at first, thought she was having him on, made worse by the fact that instead of answering his desperate enquiry of “Are you serious?!” she’d said, “No, but your brother is,” winked at the tall, wavy haired man next to him, and walked off. She never could resist a Sirius joke. Neither, she knew, could Sirius, and his barking laughter followed her down the corridor. James, unwilling to leave things on such unsure footing, chased her down the corridor and took her hand. “You’re actually saying yes?” He’d said, the words quiet and deep and fast, his eyes searching her face and when Lily broke into a smile he looked like he’d been stunned. “Yes, James. I’m actually saying yes.”

He’d dragged her down to Hogsmeade as soon as they’d finished breakfast that morning, though ‘finished’ is perhaps not quite the right word. James had practically inhaled an entire bowl of porridge, his knee bouncing incessantly under the table, and Lily had barely had time to grab a few pieces of toast before his hand was in hers and he was hauling her away from the table.

She was shouting indignantly and shoving bites of toast into her mouth as he pulled her into the brisk morning air, but his hand was warm in hers and the electricity shooting through her veins kept her from protesting too fiercely against the disruption of her breakfast. Instead, she gripped his hand more firmly in her own, bumped her hip against his playfully - “You better feed me today, Potter, or you’re dead.” His eyes were sparkling with amusement when he smiled back at her, “On my honour, Evans.”

When they got to the gates, James had stopped them, moving to stand in front of her, his eyes moving over her face, and Lily’s breath caught in her throat as she looked at him because he was just too damn beautiful to be real and how had she never realised it before? She wanted to grab him right there and kiss him, but they hadn’t even had their date yet and she knew how long he’d been waiting for this, so she ran her tongue along the back of her teeth and bit the corner of her lip in an attempt to control herself. But he was still looking at her like that, like she was everything, the only thing in the world, and the air was crackling with so much electricity that she could taste it on her tongue when she pulled in a deep breath. He blinked and smiled an embarrassed smile before reaching up and taking his scarf from around his neck. “Here,” he said, grinning at her, “You look cold.”

His fingers burned trails across her skin as he tied the scarf securely around her, and she swallowed the desperate reply that was bubbling up in her, opting to thank him quietly instead. It was the exact opposite of everything she normally would have done and she knew James had noticed because he’d cocked an amused eyebrow at her as they began walking again, but she couldn’t trust her mouth because it was begging her to either taste every centimetre of his skin or tell him how she thought she might actually, desperately, be falling in love with him and neither of those were options while they were making their way to the high street on their first official date.

The morning was a whirlwind of sound and colour - they went into all her favourite shops, he detailed everything he’d ever planned for all those rejected dates, her cheeks flushed with a bit more than the cold when she told him that she was glad he’d finally earned her attention. She tried to remember all the details, commit it all to memory, because she knew this was something she’d want to remember, that it was one of those rare moments you realise, as it’s happening, that you need to set it down, to carve it into your memory, because this moment, this day is going to be one that changes the rest of your life. But no matter how hard she tried to step back, to catalogue the details, she couldn’t. He was overwhelming, he was, and she couldn’t focus on anything but the rush in her stomach that was slowly burning a hole through her when she looked at him.

They ducked into The Three Broomsticks for lunch, he cracked jokes and she tossed chips at his head. They drank bottles of butterbeer and she pretended not to notice the stunned look on his face when she brushed her foot against his calf under the table. His eyes welled up when he talked about his parents, she took his hand and talked about her sister, they talked about the future. It was easy to talk to him and they talked about everything.

They fought, of course, over who would pay the bill when it came and, though James won, she grumbled about it while they waited for Rosmerta to return with his change. James pocketed a handful of coins as he stood, laughing as Lily said, “I can pay for myself, James, bloody hell,” and took her hand. They walked out of the pub and the cold air was a shock after the warm, smoky air of the pub. “You can pay next time,” James said, grinning down at her and Lily cocked her eyebrow, “Who said there’s going to be a next time?”

He stopped in the middle of the high street, turning to face her and raising his eyebrows - he studied her before he smirked and moved his hands to her hips. “Now Evans,” he said, his fingers brushing along the hem of her jumper, “I know you don’t mean that.”

The retort was on the tip of her tongue, but, recognising the opportunity, she grinned instead. “No, I don’t,” and she reached up, wound her fingers in the hair at the base of his neck, and pulled his mouth to hers.

She would, over time, run her tongue along all the lines of his skin, tracing him, finding every sensitive part of his body and memorising it and the way it felt against her lips, the way the salt and spice of his skin lingered on her tongue. But now, right now, with his mouth on hers, his fingers sliding along the exposed skin at her waist, all she could think was more. She needed him, every part of him, and she knew then that she would never, ever get enough.

She didn’t care that people were probably gawking at them, that they could see just how desperately she was pressing her body against his. The taste of him was driving her mad and she shouldn’t be held responsible for any acts of public indecency she might be in the process of committing. She bit down lightly on his bottom lip, smiling at the groan that escaped him, before he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. His eyes were shining with want and mischief and she could tell just how much effort it was taking for him to control himself. It mirrored, but probably didn’t quite match, the restraint she was exercising over herself.

“You can’t be doing that to me in public, Evans. We’re supposed to be setting an example. What kind of Heads are we?” Lily grinned and pressed her hips against his, “Maybe we should go back up to the castle then, if you’re going to be such a stickler for the rules.”

He smiled so broadly she thought his face might crack with the effort and she couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of her when he was looking at her like that, grinning stupidly at her in the middle of the high street like he’d just won the bloody lottery. She knew how he felt though, her lips were still tingling, her skin still humming, and she completely understood, now, what it felt like to have your entire body come alive, burst into flame, when you’re with someone. She craved it, never wanted it to end - James had ignited a fire in her gut that she hoped, no, knew, would never burn out.

She stepped away from him, grabbed his hand firmly in her own, and turned towards the castle.



“Danvers, I already got all cued up. You in for a game?” Maggie handed over the extra beer bottle she ordered for Alex. Winn, James, and Kara all raised their brows when Alex left them to join her new cop friend.

“They’ve been hanging out a lot,” Winn commented. Kara kept her mouth shut.

“Hmm, you think you have a chance, Sawyer?” Alex smirked as she set up to break.

“Oh, I do,” Maggie’s eyes raked up and down Alex’s body as she bent over the table. Just friends, Maggie.

“Yes! I love stripes!” Alex exclaimed as she hit a ball in its pocket. Maggie giggled.

“Nerd,” Alex rolled her eyes.

“Let’s see the game you’ve been working on here,” she watched as Maggie furrowed her brows, deciding on where to hit. The second Maggie lined up to shoot Alex shook her head.

“No, no you’ve got it wrong. Here let me show you,” Alex gently pressed herself against Maggie’s back, absentmindedly gliding her fingers along her waist. Maggie’s breath hitched but she relaxed into her touch and slowly bent further so she would press harder into Alex. From across the bar James shot Winn a look.

“Just friends, huh?” James whispered in his ear. Kara glanced over her shoulder at the two woman - who were so clearly into each other - flirting without acknowledging it. She sighed.

“Mmm, yeah that’s better but you have to hold the stick like this,” Alex slowly slid her hands down Maggie’s arms to her fingers to place them in their proper place. Maggie’s face flooded with heat. Alex smirked. Maggie cocked her head back so she could see Alex’s eyes.

“Like this?” her voice was raspy. Her eyes fluttered down to Alex’s lips for just a moment. Friends, Maggie goddammit. Alex nodded and let her fingers linger on her back before stepping around to the other side of the table to watch her shoot. Maggie sighed at the loss of body contact but continued onto sink four balls into the pockets.

Alex won the first round then lost the next five in a row. Maggie jumped up and down with excitement and took a shot every time she won. James, Winn, and Kara left long before the two “friends” starting getting into bets.

“Danv- hey, I got an idea,” Maggie slightly slurred as she swayed the pool stick back and forth. “If I win you owe me a grenade. Oh, and dinner.”

“What do I get if I win?” Alex crossed her arms, stepping closer to Maggie. Maggie ran a finger through her non existent beard.

“Hmm…I’ll buy you breakfast. Tomorrow morning,” Maggie flashed her dimple causing Alex’s heart to race. 

“Game on, Detective,” Alex motioned back towards the table.


“Maggie, hey. I didn’t think you’d actually follow through with the bet,” Alex bounced over to where Maggie was holding out a box of donuts, a grin plastered on her face at the DEO. James nudged Winn’s shoulder.

“I’m a loyal sport, Danvers,” Maggie opened the box of yummy treats. Alex clapped her hands together, debating on digging into the glazed or jelly-filled. She chose both.

“Ooh, I know a good place where we can eat these!” Alex chimed and dragged Maggie to the roof.

“Wow, the view is….”

“Beautiful,” Alex finished her sentence, not taking her eyes off of Maggie. Her friend nodded in agreement, unaware of the content behind Alex’s comment.

Downstairs Winn, James, and Kara were discussing what was happening.

“Hey, Kara…so, are Alex and Maggie…?” Winn inquired. Kara shrugged and turned away.

“They’re just friends,” she answered.

“Oh, come on "just friends” don’t look at one another like they each hung the moon,“ James commented.

"Who looks at someone like they hung the moon?” J'onn dropped in.

“Alex and Ma- Ow!” Kara punched Winn in the shoulder. J'onn looked around for a moment, oblivious to Kara’s reaction.

“Speaking of Alex where is she?”

“Probably making out with her "friend,” Winn muttered under his breath. This time it was James who kicked him.

“Excuse me?” J'onn questioned.

“Nothing, sir! Nothing at all,” Winn shrunk into himself thankful Alex and Maggie chose this moment to slink back down from the roof.

“I’ll call you at lunch!” Alex promised as they approached the gang. Maggie playfully nudged her shoulder.

“Can’t get enough of me huh, Danvers,” she winked and headed out waving bye to the agents. J’onn glanced between the two women. Alex’s eyes never left Maggie’s back. He smirked. 

Tuesday Night:

“Alex, I think you should stay in tonight. I know Winn, James, and J’onn were going to the bar, but we can have a sister night!” Kara placed a hand on Alex’s forearm. The scratch on her forehead was still raw and her head was pounding. 

“No, Kara I’m fine. I think I could use a drink anyway. And besides…” Alex trailed off.

“Besides what?” Kara already knew the answer but urged her sister on. 

“Maggie’s going to be there,” Alex said, her voice barely audible. Kara nodded understandably and grabbed the keys as they walked out of the DEO lobby. 

The super gang all entered the bar together, Alex lagging behind. Stop being so nervous, Alex. She’s just your friend. Who invited you to hang out. As friends. 

“Alex, what happened to you?” Maggie did a half run half walk over to Alex the second she laid her eyes on her. It was almost as if the world stopped turning and it was just them two in the bar. Maggie softly placed her thumb and swiped it across the scar forming on Alex’s forehead. Her eyes spoke worry, comfort, anxiety, frustration, love. 

“Ah, just another alien attack,” Alex waved her off to try to stop the redness in her face from spreading at Maggie’s touch. Alex didn’t realize her friends had already sat down at their own table, each one glancing back towards her every now and then. 

“Let’s get you something hard then,” Maggie flashed her dimple and made her way to the bar. Alex unwrapped her jacket and slung across the back of a chair and sat down. From the bar, Maggie shot a look at Alex. At the way she was sitting, guarded and fearful of what the world has done and can do to her in any moment. The way she nervously wrung her hands and bit her lip. Maggie couldn’t take her eyes off of her and Kara noticed.

“God I just wish they would kiss already, jeesh,” Kara groaned. 

“What are you - ah.” Winn followed her gaze from Maggie to Alex.

“Someone’s gotta push one of them. As far as I can tell they are clearly in love already but sometimes two people need a bridge,” James said. J’onn looked over to his earth daughter. 

“I will,” J’onn pushed back his chair and met Maggie at the bar. Kara’s eyes widened and James hit Winn in the arm, excitement drawing across all of their faces. 

“Detective,” J’onn placed a gentle hand on Maggie’s shoulder. “Nice to see you.” Maggie grinned.

“Nice to see you too, sir,” she replied.

“You can call me J’onn,” he winked at her. She nodded slightly and floated her eyes back to Alex for a brief moment. “She likes you, you know?” 

“Wh-what?” Maggie mumbled. 

“Alex,” he pointed his thumb behind him to Alex. “She really likes you. And you like her too,” his voice was since, not pushy. She bit her lip. “I can tell by the way you look at her. Like she hung the moon. She looks at you like that also. But this is just coming from someone who cares deeply about Alex, and who spends enough time with her to know you are all she thinks about. I know you’re scared but you should give it a chance. Give her a chance,” J’onn smiled and walked back to his table. 

Maggie looked down at her feet. She was oblivious to the way she felt about Alex. No you aren’t. You like her. No, but you can’t. Stop. But she’s beautiful and funny and likes aliens and is basically perfect. But you don’t deserve her. Maggie shook her head. To hell with it. 

She grabbed the two beers in one hand and the two shots in the other and slowly sauntered towards Alex. She looked over at J’onn and he shot her a thumbs up. 

“Took you long enough,” Alex muttered and grabbed ahold of the two drinks. Maggie sighed. “What’s wrong?” 

“What do you mean?”

“You have that look in your eyes, Maggie. I know when something is wrong. And you’re playing with your hands,” Alex nodded to Maggie’s fingers pulling on each other. Maggie’s heart swelled at the woman sitting across from her. It swelled because she - Alex, Alex, Alex - paid attention to her. She cared about her. She could see the worried look in the way her forehead crinkled. 

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Maggie looked away, unable to focus on Alex’s soft eyes. 

“Maggie, you can tell me anything. You can trust me,” Alex steadily covered Maggie’s hand with her own. 

Over at the super gang table James coughed in response to Alex and Maggie holding hands. They all turned their heads to the two women who were completely unraveling at their seams, all grinning like school kids. 

Maggie bit her lip, unsure of where to begin - or how to speak for that matter because Alex’s hand was on hers. Alex’s thumb was tracing small circles upon her skin. Alex wanted to protect her, to pull her in. Alex wanted to love her. 

“Do you want to get out of here? So we can be alone?” Maggie uttered. Alex threw her shot back and nodded eagerly. Maggie chuckled then stood up to collect her things. Alex quickly waved to her friends and followed Maggie out of the bar. 

“That’s my girl,” J’onn whispered to himself. 

“What place do you have in mind?” Alex asked as she slipped onto Maggie’s bike, wrapping her arms around her friend’s waist. She desperately wanted to feel Maggie’s skin. No you don’t. 

“You’ll see, Danvers,” they rode for about half an hour until they came across this clearing of a field. Its hills seemed to roll about forever. 

“Where are we?” Alex was curious. Maggie rolled to a stop and parked her bike.

“I found this a few years ago. I like to come here when I want to be alone.”

“So why’d you bring me here?” Maggie bit the inside of her cheek.

“I thought you’d like it,” she motioned her hands towards the vast grassland behind her then pointed up to the stars. “I also want you to teach me a thing or two about the night sky and the way it lights up,” Alex revealed a soft smile, her heart pushing over the edge. 

Maggie began walking up the hill, taking in the darkness, taking in the fresh air, taking in the way the stars seemed to beam for them, and the way the moon seemed to speak to her. She took in the way Alex followed her quietly, the way she knew Alex’s eyes were glued to her back, the way she felt love radiating through her body. 

“What do you want to know, Sawyer?” Alex asked when they reached the top of the hill. Maggie laid down and her eyes wandered through the sky. Alex purposely pressed her side into Maggie’s when she laid down. Maggie blushed. 

“Show me your favorite constellations,” Maggie softly spoke. Alex couldn’t help but smile. No one ever really cared enough to want to know what Alex found whimsical about the stars. But she was glad Maggie was finally the one to ask. 

“See those three stars right there,” Alex pointed.

“No which ones?” Maggie’s brows furrowed. 

“Here,” Alex grabbed Maggie’s hand and guided her finger to the constellation. She turned her head to watch Maggie’s reaction. Maggie sighed in disbelief, her hand still gripping onto Alex’s.

“I love that,” Maggie whispered. “It fascinates me that the stars are watching over us. They are just there, you know? And we have no idea when they die or really what they mean, but we look up in awe at their endless wonder because for some reason they feel so powerful. They feel so fortifying and secure if that makes sense,” Maggie rambled on making Alex’s smile grow deeper. Maggie glanced over at Alex. “Why are you smiling like an idiot?” 

“I love the way you think about the stars. I’ve just always felt attached to them and the moon. They always feel like home when I tilt my head back and gaze at them. I can never stop staring,” Alex commented. Maggie bit her lip.

“Alex…”Maggie’s voice was suddenly raspy and faint. She propped herself up on her elbow then smoothly pulled herself on top of Alex, legs on either side of her torso. 

“Maggie what ar-” Maggie’s lips crashed into Alex’s, their breaths becoming one. Alex’s hands absentmindedly made their way to Maggie’s waist lingering above the hem of her shirt before slowly lifting it up. Maggie melted into Alex’s kiss before realizing she didn’t ask for permission. She jolted up.

“Sorry I- was that okay?” Maggie looked down at Alex with worried eyes. Alex brushed the hair that had fallen around her face behind Maggie’s ears and nodded. 

“That was more than okay, Maggie,” she pulled her down and kissed her like she wanted her, like she needed her, like she was falling in love with her because oh did she feel like falling. Maggie couldn’t help but grin into Alex’s lips, causing them to part slightly. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that,” Maggie whispered.

“I can tell,” Alex beamed at her. Maggie placed a gentle peck on her lips, her cheeks, and her forehead then settled to burrow into her chest. 

Alex occasionally pointed out a few constellations but Maggie’s eyes stayed fixated on the woman holding her. Protecting her. Comforting her. The two stayed tangled in each other until dawn broke through and the sun flooded the sky. 

“We’re gonna be late for work,” Maggie sleepily rubbed her eyes but curled deeper into Alex. 

“Oh well,” Alex pressed her lips to Maggie’s forehead and interlaced her fingers with Maggie’s. 

Wednesday afternoon:

“Agent Danvers, you’re late,” J’onn crossed his arms. The glow Alex radiated, the grin she was wearing, the thoughts she was replaying in her mind seeped their way into J’onn. He broke out into a smile.

“What?” Alex nudged his shoulder. 

“Nothing,” he winked then headed towards the equipment room.

“Alex, nice of you to join-,” Kara halted in her steps.

“What? Why is everyone being so weird?” Alex looked eyed her sister, James, and Winn who were silently giggling. 

“Someone had a good night,” Alex’s face flooded with heat. 

“Oh, pfft. Just a, you know, just a-a casual night at h-home. Alone!” Alex muttered. 

“Oh sure alone,” Winn shoulder bumped his friend. Alex was too loopy to retort a small punch. 

“Come on, spill,” James demanded. Kara bounced on her feet, tugging at her sister’s sleeve. 

“Please tell us everything!” 

The more Alex delved into talking about Maggie and the way she made her feel, the more her heart expanded. Her story was interrupted by Kara’s shrieks or James’ “right ons” and Winn’s fist bumps from time to time. J’onn listened in, smiling to himself because Alex, his precious Alex, has finally found a person who turned on the light inside of her that’s been out for so long. 


Prince’s Own Liner Notes On His Greatest Hits

When Prince’s first greatest hits collection was released, Prince made private comments as a guide for the liner notes. Later briefly posted on his website thedawn.com in 1996, Prince’s comments have been lost for the last 20 years, but now provide a rare first-person insight into how he saw some of his most famous songs.

In 1993, just as Prince had changed his name and began wrangling with his record contract, he agreed to his first-ever collection of greatest hits, released as a 3-disc set, The Hits/The B-sides. Prince’s longtime manager Alan Leeds wrote the liner notes for the box set; already an industry legend for his work with James Brown, Leeds had won a Grammy for his extraordinary work on the liner notes for Startime, the definitive James Brown box set released in 1991.
But Leeds’ notes on Prince’s work included a number of mentions of anecdotes and inspirations that Leeds couldn’t have been privy to first-hand, and a few that only Prince himself could have known. When liner notes for The Hits were posted on thedawn.com three years later, fans were shocked to see that, rather than simply replicating Leeds’ writing, the notes on the site were clearly Prince’s own thoughts. The notes omit many tracks, include mention of songs that weren’t included in the box set at all, and include what appear to be editorial suggestions for Leeds.
Prince often refers to himself as “PRN” (Prince Rogers Nelson) throughout. This was likely both reflective of his longtime habit of trying to issue his pronouncements as coming from a larger, vague collective rather than just himself, and the fact that the notes were likely captured as recited to an assistant. However, it could also have been a deliberate stylistic choice in reference to his then-recent name change; at the time this was published, his public position was that “Prince” was dead.

Alan Leeds himself has weighed in, on Reginald Hudlin’s Facebook page, saying he hadn’t known these notes were ever posted online, but confirming that he did use these comments from Prince to inform his work.

Interesting — I’d never seen this before and wasn’t aware P had posted these comments. For the record, I had volunteered to Warner Bros. to help assemble and sequence the 3 CDs. However, they were stuck on “their” sequence — I never knew for sure if Prince liked or was involved in the sequencing. I believe it was put together by WB’sr in-house catalogue maven, my friend Gregg Geller and I doubt he had much dialogue with Prince. However, Prince did call me to write the notes. I told him it was an honor but only if he’d answer a few questions so I could add some background that wasn’t common knowledge among fans. He agreed but asked me not to write like an interview. So I simply incorporated some of his “revelations” into my notes. When I sent him the finished notes, he called to say “thanks, nice job” and that was it. He surprisingly did zero editing.


originally recorded as a demo 4 Patrice Rushen’s album. PRN had a mad crush on her at the time and the song is about her.

was only used as a concert tune. This song was picked as Lisa Coleman’s initiation into the band. Gayle Chapman quit because the material of the Dirty Mind period got 2 strong 4 her. Prince figured if Lisa could sing the lyrics to head she could handle anything. The song as a demo as was all the Dirty Mind LP.


the 1st time Prince turned the control room into a bedroom. Candles were lit, chiffon veils were hung and all the doors were locked.

write about the first time U heard reflective notes

after another marathon all-night recording session PRN wrote this in the front seat of Lisa’s pink car (brand of car can be gotten from her) whom PRN drove when she was in LA. PRN always considered the song a dream because it was written between 3 or 4 catnaps and he was never fully awake.

Dr. Fink came up with the original keyboard line which PRN heard and wrote lyrics 2 that same night. PRN and Dr. Fink came 2 rehearsal the next day proud of their creation. The band flipped when they heard it. The centerpiece was in place.

originally recorded with bass, backing 2 sets of keys and guitar. Frustrated with the mix, PRN sat discouraged in the studio (Sunset Sound). Jill Jones came 2 visit, saw the long face and asked what was wrong. PRN was said to have said, “if. had my way the song would sound like this.” He then shoved down the bulk of the instrument faders and left up only the drums and the xylophone, when the voices began to sing the chorus. Jill then asked PRN why he thought he couldn’t have his way with the mix. There was no reply. Everyone who passed by the studio was enthralled by the strange sound coming out of Studio 3 that day. The next time Jill heard the song it was on the radio and it was bassless and stark. PRN had his way.

PRN after recording this shelved it because he thought it 2 strange a production 4 human consumption. It was included in the Parade album was an afterthought. PRN thought it never quite worked on that album. Every time he plays it live he changes the arrangement. Probably still feels the same about the public’s acceptance of the sound. It concert it’s never sounded like the record.

a friend of PRN used 2 jump up and dance whenever Robert Palmer’s “Addicted to Love” came on. As a test this song was recorded to find out of the friend would dance 2 a similar groove or just chill because it wasn’t a hit. Sure enough the friend didn’t like the song until it was in the Top 10.

“SEXY M.F.” 
the song that made PRN abandon computers just before he retired. Proof that nothing beats the feel of a live band of funky M.F.’s.

PRN wrote this standing in a mirror.

one of the songs PRN is most proud of; he adores it. Used to play it live even fore it was released. Through the years this has been the indication of his feelings about a new composition.

“I FEEL 4 U” 
another demo written 4 the Patrice Rushen project. PRN tended 2 write more Top 40 when writing 4 other artists.

written in a hotel room in North Carolina on the Rick James tour. This was not a happy period. PRN didn’t want to do this tour but he needed the exposure cuz his record was breaking R&B first. He was ready 2 headline his own tour but had 2 wait.

a favorite concert number during this period. The anthem 4 all the freaks and funkateers of the Dirty Mind generation. Vocal recorded in one take, no punching in after PRN in his 16 trackhome studio set up the song on the board, plugged in the mic, and left his leather coat on the chair. He went to get pumped at a movie and when it was over walked straight into the studio, donned the leather coat, and sang it straight out. He didn’t listen 2 it until the next day and then began finishing it.

was meant 2 be a group vocal. Lisa, Dez, and Prince actually sang the whole song every line. When Prince mixed it he made the decision 2 split up the lines. That’s why the melody keeps changing. Jill Jones 1st big vocal assignment. She does the ad libs on the vamp. Prince loved her voice. Vocally he said she was a ‘cliffdiver.’


the jam in the ‘hood.

inspired by Patti LaBelle & Luther Vandross who Prince was digging at the time. Patti — ”if only u knew”…

written, recorded, and mixed in one day.

Prince always called this an ‘aural cartoon.’ Recorded during the LoveSexy period.

originally a 12" 4 the song “200 BALLOONS.” This song with every sample just grew and grew. Listening 2 “200 BALLOONS” Prince commented “this sounds like it came from BATDANCE — not the other way around.”

written as a duet with Rosie Gaines. Prince vowed never 2 performs it with anyone else. As much as Prince wanted Rosie 2 go solo he hated the fact that he wouldn’t be able 2 peform one of his most prized possessions, Diamonds and Pearls, until they were 2gether again. Prince has called Rosie one of the greatest singers of all time. He most likens her 2 Ella Fitzgerald. Range, speed, and styling. Rosie’s got it all.

Jevetta Steele asked Prince 4 an explanation of this song. He only smiled.