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Chez Nous

wordcount: 5204

genre: angst/fluff

warnings: swearing, anxiety, panic attack mention, if there’s anything else /please/ tell me

summary: He supposed he was luckier than most, what with a boyfriend halfway across town, but that didn’t make much of a difference when he was alone at midnight in a barren prison cell room. Yeah, there was laughter and Madonna down the hall, and Call of Duty explosions next door, but it felt like he was the only person left in the world. Just him and the hum of his laptop and the hum of the radiator and the hum of the city.

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the signs as 80s songs
  • aries: come on eileen - dexys midnight runners
  • taurus: uptown girl - billy joel
  • gemini: billie jean - michael jackson
  • cancer: like a virgin - madonna
  • leo: maneater - hall & oates
  • virgo: sweet child o' mine - guns n' roses
  • libra: (i've had) the time of my life - bill medley & jennifer warnes
  • scorpio: never gonna give you up - rick astley
  • sagittarius: don't stop believin' - journey
  • capricorn: free fallin' - tom petty
  • aquarius: girls just want to have fun - cyndi lauper
  • pisces: jessie's girl - rick springfield

anonymous asked:

Are there any fics where Dan is studying law. I've been looking and I can't seem to find any TYSM

Photoshoot Frenzy -  Phil owns a popular modelling company and when he doesn’t have a model for his client for a shoot, his boyfriend Dan… who’s just a regular teenager studying law at University, offers to be the model. Of course Phil doesn’t say no to that. But when the fame and paparazzi get to much, Dan breaks down and luckily Phil is there to comfort him.

Take Every Ounce of Love (And Beg You For More) - Uni!AU / Coffeshop!AU in which Dan has finals and the only thing getting him through this week of hell is seasonally appropraite coffees and the cute barista with pretty eyes.

Chez Nous - He supposed he was luckier than most, what with a boyfriend halfway across town, but that didn’t make much of a difference when he was alone at midnight in a barren prison cell room. Yeah, there was laughter and Madonna down the hall, and Call of Duty explosions next door, but it felt like he was the only person left in the world. Just him and the hum of his laptop and the hum of the radiator and the hum of the city.Dan hated law.

AwakeDan’s in law school and the train ride home is boring. Entertainment comes in the form of a tall stranger with bright blue eyes.

Taking Chances - Dan is in his first year of Uni at Manchester, which offers an exchange program for various Universities, including York. Whilst struggling with his Law degree, Dan meets Phil and other new friends through the exchange program and develops friend/relationships that help him cope with his unhappiness. 

Café Latte - Phil’s always been that awkward boy who never quite belonged, and when he runs off to University, that doesn’t really change; he’s still that weird boy who continuously finds himself being bullied, even as the barista behind the counter. Until Dan comes along

Honestly just search ‘law’ in the search bar and a bunch comes up!

-Rachel

anonymous asked:

There was a fic I found last night that I could have sworn was in the comfort master list but after checking up and down it is not and my phone closed out before I could finish it. Dan is really stressed about law exams and is even so depressed he is suicidal and Phil steps in and calms him down and runs a bath for him and I think smut ensues.

Chez Nous - He supposed he was luckier than most, what with a boyfriend halfway across town, but that didn’t make much of a difference when he was alone at midnight in a barren prison cell room. Yeah, there was laughter and Madonna down the hall, and Call of Duty explosions next door, but it felt like he was the only person left in the world. Just him and the hum of his laptop and the hum of the radiator and the hum of the city.Dan hated law.

- Eliza

nytimes.com
The Power of Grace Jones
By Michael Schulman

Ms. Jones likes to say that she exists in several time zones at once, but most of the time you can find her in London or Jamaica. She had come to New York to headline the Afropunk Fest in Brooklyn, where she performed at Commodore Barry Park two nights in a row.

At both concerts, a billowing curtain fell away to reveal Ms. Jones covered head to toe in tribal body paint (a look Keith Haring created for her in the ’80s), wearing a feathered headdress adorned with a gold skull and a corset that ended just below her exposed breasts.

Donning a series of outrageous costumes, she sang raspy, raunchy versions of her hits, including the double-entendre-laden “Pull Up to the Bumper,” which was accompanied by a blast of bubbles. She performed her entire final song, “Slave to the Rhythm,” while hula hooping topless, betraying nothing of her 60-something years. (“I never remember how old I am,” she says. “I’m 5,000 years old.”)

If her mostly young spectators saw traces of pop music’s current crop of exhibitionists, they were not alone. Her name and her envelope-pushing influence are now commonplace in descriptions of such mass-marketed misfits as Miley Cyrus, Amber Rose and Nicki Minaj.

But Ms. Jones is not impressed.

“They make it so obvious,” she said at the Mandarin. “But they don’t quite have the conviction. It’s always someone styling them, for example. It’s not coming from them.

”She added: “People say, ‘Well, you should be flattered.’ And I’m like, ‘No, I’m not.’ Because my whole view is being unique and finding yourself, from your own suffering or your own upbringing or your own happiness. For me, it’s all piggybacking. [Read More]