like at least 3 months

here’s my submission for @splat2zine 💕💖 thank you for having me! ^o^

Hot New Lazytown Meme™

post pictures where you can obviously see the green screen reflection and add a weird caption

example:

the Green Has Been Spotted

Maybe Dean’s still a little bitter about Stanford?

Introducing the last of my main Pokemon Fankids.

He’s Izumi, my Twinleafshipping fankid.

A dancer, hyperactive and dramatic, devoted fan of Serena Zay that follows her steps (even with his starter who happens to be a Fennekin). 

He also happened to meet Lara on a night party on a Pokemon Center and it was basically love at first sight. 

Charlotte despises him because he’s totally going to corrupt her baby after all.

Stuff ensues later.

Prince On Every Tour: Sign O’ The Times

Good morning children. 
Jk, it’s not morning. It is very much night, but I’m currently jamming to The Dance Electric as I type this and I love the way he says that. ANYWAY. It has been quite some time since the last POET post. We last visited Parade Prince which was a TIME. It was the culmination of what felt like at least 2 or 3 months of being very much swept up in that era. But now we’re here. To my favorite album. Favorite rehearsal show. Second or third favorite era because he and Parade Prince consistently fight. There is no circulating tour footage outside of clips which is A CRIME AGAINST PRINCE-MANITY, but I have hope that we will get at least one concert from this tour. Just like we’ll get Second Coming. We’re gonna get these things guise. We will. Anyway, while in Detroit, my mom and I watched SOTT so I may throw a bit of that in, but I just finished Valium, which will be the focus. So, without further ado… 

SIGN O’ THE TIMES. FIRST AVENUE.  MARCH 21, 1987. LET’S GET INTO IT.

Originally posted by stephaniejuhnay

Overview:
Welp. It’s happened. That thing that we all knew was gonna happen. That thing that probably hurt a few folks hearts. I know it hurt mine. Prince gave up the signature Parade slickback. Just as we were getting used to it. The 1999 curls that I LIVE for were stolen, and he lulled me into a false sense of security when I finally accepted the short, suave ‘do. But in true Prince fashion, he swapped it out for something JUST as fabulous: another set of wonderful curls with just enough to put into the world’s most unnecessary ponytail and what @the-beautiful-1 refers to as the fishing tackle braid. It’s all very glorious. He’s ditched suits for the most part for crop tops with matching pants and jumpsuits with ridiculous cutouts that would get any normal man sideeyed to death, but gets Prince these draws praise and adoration for the slayage. 

Valium starts with something everyone needs: Prince in a polka dot suit with a pair of glasses (which I would very much like to have for myself) looking like an entire Thanksgiving feast. He talks to the crowd, lets us know this show is basically a rehearsal we’ve been invited to. We don’t care. We know it’s going to be fantastic. Especially because of the getting got that will take place afterwards when you see him in the final number outfit. For my peace of mind, this person I’ve created in this series through which any of us can live gets got and lives the dream forever. Amen. Moving forward. 

We are joked with a bit, introduced to his new friends, some old friends, and my favorite friend: the polka dot suit. He also reminds us that if we don’t know who he is we MUST be on some type of drug. Daddy. 

Where the concert film opens up with a wonderful rendition of the titular song, Valium wastes no time in the edge-snatching and gets right into Housequake. How jarring it must have been for the still screaming crowd to hear “SHUT UP ALREADY, DAMN,” not knowing that it was the beginning of a song that would incite some of the hardest dancing of their life. He probably thought it was hilarious. Daddy.

Originally posted by rainiswetsugarisweet

This setlist is short, but sweet. We get some (then) upcoming SOTT album stuff, but a couple old gems with Girls & Boys and Kiss. The show is just over an hour and it does not let up at all, even when Prince disappears and let’s his band get some shine.

Which brings me to my next point. This band. Now, I love The Revolution just as much as the next opera bloused, curly haired, fake moled 80′s enthusiast with lace gloves on, and am fully aware that much of SOTT was tracked with them. However, I cannot imagine this music being played by them. Not in it’s final form. The SOTT band is a band full of insanely talented musicians, and they executed a sound that was absolutely incredible and sounded a lot more….idk mature? Polished?  I can’t put my finger on it. Not to take anything at all away from The Revolution because they too were insanely talented. The SOTT band just offered an element that the previous band couldn’t. If they could, Prince would’ve kept them around. He was exploring new sounds, therefore needed new inspiration. It’s why we love him.

During the band’s solo’s, there wasn’t a single person that I wasn’t completely in awe of. Levi and his crazy bass solo was funky and in the pocket, Fink sounds the best he’s ever sounded on the keys, Atlanta Bliss and his God-awful ponytail are still puttin’ it down on the horn, my man Sith Leeds (soon to be) is KILLIN’ that sax, and Sheila. Miss. Sheila. What a legend on the drums. Miko is a wonderful guitarist, which we learned on the last tour, and Boni has some PIPES you hear me? And of course, I cannot forget about Cat. Technically the first REAL dancer to join the band, Cat brought an energy to the gang that really rounded out these shows for me. She put her ALL into those dances, and she even forced boyfriend to step up his moves imo. I would argue that this tour is the most he’s danced so far, and it’s absolutely delightful. Honestly, what is better than any dance he does during Hot Thing on the concert film? Precisely. Nothing. Thanks for agreeing. We also get the fantastic dancing during Housequake in both shows, and Beautiful Night on the concert film that warrants mentioning. 

Favorite Number: 
This is the easiest pick of all the tours, however, let’s start with some honorable mentions.

Housequake: It’s a funky groove that you cannot escape. Be prepared to dance to it for the rest of your life no matter how many times you’ve heard it within a 5 day span. You’ll be fine, trust me. This number was a fave of mine in both shows.

Slow Love: First, it’s Slow Love. Second, during both shows it’s one of my top vocal performances. I love it when he sangs ya’ll. Third, shirt rip on the “shut the door, baby” during Valium. He also ripped his shirt a bit after that same line in the concert film. Never change, boyfriend. 

Hot Thing: CUTOUTS. “COM’ERE BAAAAYBY, I WANNA TALK TO YA.” CUTOUTS. FACE DURING ORGAN PLAYING AT THE OPENING OF THE NUMBER. CUTOUTS.

Forever In My Life: The breakdown during both shows is funky as all get out. Another song on which he was SANGIN’, especially on the concert film. The “I gotta tell ya” screech? How do you not throw it back after that? Like….


Favorite of all though: Strange Relationship. Hands. Down. Disappointingly not in the concert film, this 12min funk marathon is rivaled by none, other than the very same song from the rehearsal boot. Maybe. I say maybe only because this version includes the simplest but greatest chord progression before he let’s Boni do her thing (Whatchya sayin’ Boni?!) for a little bit that I rewound a good 35 times when I first saw this show. Idk what it is, but it’s just right in the pocket and it gets me every single time. I love the little stuff like that. We also get the playful fake radio station with DJ Prince shoutout, and the always welcome Squirrel Meat groove. It’s the obvious winner. Even boyfriend knew it was too funky. 

Favorite Outfit:
WELL. SOTT is ripe with wonderful outfits. I’m even okay with the egregiously large-shouldered leather jacket that opened the concert film. I hope he burned it though. Or at least de-shouldered it. 

I’m a huge, HUGE fan of Prince in suits, especially polka dot suits as you will hear PLENTY of in the next POET post. And the Valium polka dot suit is a doozy. As is the crop top in that shade of blue that makes him look absolutely STUNNING in the final number during Valium. Hang it in a museum. Please. It wins as favorite outfit from Valium.

Originally posted by stephaniejuhnay

I also am a huge fan of the tasselled white number he’s in during Beautiful Night in the concert film. And the Orange cutouts he graced us with during I Could Never. And his adorably fine self in the black cutouts with the hat during Forever In My Life/It. However, Hot Thing cut out wins the concert film war. Because….I mean…like….

Still Would Rating: SOTT Prince fights for second place with Parade Prince constantly. It’s a fight I do not mind at all. Swoop me, the both of you. 

Overall Rating: Overall, both of these are absolutely amazing shows. Well, one is an amazing show, one is a concert film made UP of what I am sure are amazing shows (audio) strung together with one heck of a visual performance that sure did fool me for years and years. Could’ve been a tour filmed for all I knew. Valium is a rehearsal that might as well have been an official tour show if you ask me. Even without the full production of the official tour, that show for 1600 people at First Avenue holds up to any of the other previous shows. Whether in a small club or a stadium, boyfriend slayed regardless. Daddy.

PREVIOUSLY, PARADE                                          NEXT UP, LOVESEXY

Falling Slowly 8

Pairing: Steve Rodgers x Reader

Warnings: swearing, sass

Word count : 1307

A/N: i felt the need to update again, also i have no idea how many parts this is going to be so 

Part 7

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My transition timeline

I’m super sleep deprived, my first year one hrt is almost here and I just took some pictures that I’m actually happy with which means I’m going to do a timeline post! 

2014-still closeted 

I couldn’t find any pictures more recent than this because-surprise!-I didn’t like my picture taken. I was actually underweight in this picture. I got up to a healthy weight in the next couple of years.

2016 - 6 months pre-hrt

have a decent amount of makeup on here, mostly basic stuff like foundation, concealer, blush etc.

2016 - 3 months post-hrt

This is the least makeup so far. Just mascara and a bit of eyebrow powder.

2017 - 1 year of hrt!!!

In makeup here, dyed my hair and got new glasses. 

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Family Matters.

Family visits were always well…interesting. That was putting it lightly.

Between little Mikey running around wild throughout my parents’ home, unable to be stopped by his grandmother or his grandfather who gladly watched as their little pride and joy tore about their most precious gifts like that small, expensive fine art sculpture that had been sitting on their wooden coffee table for years…

Between the loud bustles of my sisters, Melanie and Yvonne, in the kitchen singing as they clanged around pots aimlessly much to my mother’s dismay who yelled out disapproval in her soft German gibberish to prevent us from really understanding the harsh words she was actually saying…

Between my brother Marco insisting on following me around like some lost puppy droning on and on about the latest love interest in his life…

It was always hectic but there was never a time when I wasn’t glad to be here. I felt the same currently as I sat at the kitchen bar counter with my son Mikey fighting my tight grip to keep him in my lap, my husband Mats sitting to my right and my brother Marco leaning on the counter as he stood on the opposite side of the bar table. The conversation had quickly turned to the past, as it often did with this bunch.

“Oh, just imagine the looks I got when I had to explain to everyone my sister is dating a Hummels. The thought alone still makes me cringe.” Marco pretended to fake a dramatic shudder. He was always terrible at acting.

“The jealousy is so apparent right now,” Mats said through a smirk of his own as he chewed down his sample of pasta though I guess ‘sample’ wasn’t exactly the correct word to use. It was practically his third bowl and if he continued to eat anymore, I would be returning back to Manchester with a husband who was 10 pounds heavier.

He literally forced my mother to make her special chicken pesto pasta every single one of his visits and she obliged every single time, no matter my persistence we try to go for a different menu item. It was clear it wasn’t her daughter who was her favorite but instead, her son-in-law.

Marco reached out his arms with a look of excitement towards Mikey who quickly squealed to escape from my arms and into his uncle’s who was arguably his favorite person. It wasn’t me, it wasn’t Mats. It was Marco. I decided to oblige and handed him over to the delight of the M & M pair who were quickly playing with each other, Mikey tapping his uncle’s nose playfully and giggling when his counterpart mocked screams of pain.

“Did I tell you you look god awful in red?” Marco stated as he looked to me briefly.

I glanced down at the United t-shirt I had thrown on before our flight, too lazy to actually craft together some eloquent choice of dress. “And have I told you that joining Real Madrid was a god awful decision?”

He could only smile in response. “You may have mentioned it a couple of times.”

“Hey hey, my wife looks good in anything,” Mats quickly piped in once he wasn’t so distracted by stuffing his face. I quickly turned my neck in his direction and my mouth spread into a wide grin. “Thank you, babe.”

“No problem.” He leaned in with a knowing smirk and placed a soft kiss to my lips and I could hear my brother’s groans of disapproval in the background as he was forced to watch.

“Oh, Mom. They’re doing it again!” I broke away from the kiss to see his look of disgust as he yelled his words before he trotted off with our son in his arms. Mats and I couldn’t help but giggle. Good ol’ Marco. He would never change.

I hopped up from my seat and headed upstairs to my old bedroom, on a quest to search for something but it seemed my steps were followed because as soon as I entered the room I noticed Mats behind me who shut the door once he was inside as well.

“Ah, remember my first time up here?” He wrapped his arms around me from behind and rested his chin upon my shoulder. I closed my eyes, able to practically envision the smell of his cologne first filling my room. How I had managed to sneak him up here without my parents noticing I still wasn’t sure. Part of me wanted to believe Marco had distracted them but then I thought he surely wouldn’t have been an advocate for Mats possibly making moves upstairs on his sister.

“How could I forget? You were as nervous as ever thinking my parents would hate you like Marco.”

“Marco hated me for at least 3 months. I still have that mark on my shin from when he kicked me. Accidentally of course,” Mats spewed sarcastically then followed by a chuckle. We both knew that challenge was far from an accident. Marco wanted nothing to do with his teammate when he found out he was putting moves on his sister and he made that quite evident throughout the first few months of our dating. There just reached a certain point where he couldn’t deny my happiness and seemed to replace his anger with at least a sort of acceptance. Of course now he couldn’t hate our relationship as much as he wanted when he had Mikey to entertain him. The little guy was practically his own as he tried to whisk him away to Madrid as often as he could.

There were many babysitting trips I got random calls in the middle of the night from a panicked Marco who couldn’t handle my son’s cries and fretted over what exactly to do to quiet him. It never took long for him to figure out a solution to his problem on his own.

“He did. You remember my parents thought you were here for my sister? Hilarious.” My dad had practically pushed my love interest into my sister’s arms, calling her to trot downstairs when Mats showed up on our doorstep with flowers. You could imagine his look of shock when it was me instead, his youngest daughter, who came running down. Our few years of age difference had never mattered to us but I could tell it was something initially in the back of my parents’ minds.

What was heavily embarrassing was the fact we didn’t end up even going on a date out that night. We instead ended up smushed on the couch between a disapproving Marco and my smiling mother as we watched old dramas and my siblings and father sat around us. Mats couldn’t help but love my family since then and they quickly welcomed as a member.

Before Mats could say much else, we both turned in response to the door creaking open, spotting Marco with Mikey still in his arms. “We’re going out for a second,” he said in reference to the true pair.

Mats simply gave him a nod of approval before I turned completely and playfully pushed Mats’ chest. “He’s not using my child as chickbait,” I said between laughter. I knew Marco would often find his way to malls or the parks to stoop women into seeing him as this adorable, loving figure with a young child in his arms. Mats always encouraged it.

“Come on, look at the poor guy. He needs this. He’s been lonely his whole life.” He pointed off to a half laughing Marco who was trying to sustain a straight expression instead to express his disagreement. “Thanks, Mats.”

“No problem.”

They were now practically brothers, here to plot against my sanity.

Feedback? Also, I so do not advocate for either party leaving BVB for clarification :)