where were you?

Ford Anderson || Twenty Six || Rockstar

[fvkford]

(—) ★ spotted!! FORD ANDERSON on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 26 year old looks like CHASE STOKES, but i don’t really see it. while  the ROCK STAR is known for being CHARITABLE my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be WRECKLESS. i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song CHAMPAGNE SUPERNOVA BY OASIS  { cismale - he/him } - penned by SOPHIE, 26, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER

ford was a boy with a dream, well he was a part of group of boys with a dream to be famous, to have girls shouting their name and tour busses that would drive them across the country. it might not have helped that he was the first miracle to his moms, their darling boy born through IVF. despite siblings that came after him and an older sister from one of his moms first marriage ford was something different to them, he was hope they’d be able to bring a family together after all. 

through school and college, his moms did everything they could to encourage him and his passions, even if that meant watching him play every friday night on the field or listening to him bang out his drum solo’s till 10pm. his sisters thought that he was an absolute menace but even they loved their brother and were powerless against his charm. 

then when he was 18, rather than follow his path to college which he could have easily done he along with three of his best friends did everything they could to make their band, the hot slice, make it big, busking, talents shows, but it was only when they scored the opening act of no direction did they hit it big time. suddenly everyone knew their name and the drummer was living his dream. he was suddenly away from home, he was touring, he had more girls throwing themselves at him than he could count at just the tender age of 19. his life was perfect. 

only not really, because he wasn’t the front and centre of all of the attention, he wanted to be freddie not the back up band and so after four successful years with the band at 23 ford shocked everyone and left, making it out on his own - the man went and up and zayned himself. 

his first solo album did plenty well and there was even a small state wide tour that did well enough, he had a pretty girlfriend and all the attention he could want. with more commercials coming his way, appearances and partying and girls, the fame only grew, the bigger rock stars were paying attention to little old ford anderson. 

fords music career is now something of magic, platinum awards line his walls, he has new tours lined up every year. life in the hillz is good for him. not even a little sex tape that he accidentally recorded and released recently was enough to stop the women from flocking to his shows. with a wrap on touring for a while ford is home, writing new music, filming the new music videos and even a little PR relationship is in the works to see if people can bring him under control. 

he will do it too, despite the parties and the accidental cheating, fords a good guy, he flirts with the girls for the pennies but who doesn’t? the rockstar you meet on stage is only a small part of the man you meet in person. 

[boykavalier]

THE 1975 Live at Madison Square Garden

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rxscss​:

“well, first of all, celebrate me by not celebrating me at all. birthdays are a stupid concept, anyway. congratulations, someone pushed you out today and you’re a year closer to death.” she said with a huff and a roll of her eyes, taking another hit from joint resting between slender fingers, another roll of her eyes following at his next set of words. “what did i say about using what i say when i’m fucking tripping against me, huh, asshole?” she said, words harsh but teasing grin spreading across her lips as she let out a low laugh. she tried not to think about how this would end, which was probably why she rarely found herself sober around the male. but she knew this wasn’t something meant to last, knew that they were in this weird place of not being just friends, but not being something more either, and she had no idea how they’d come back from that and be the friends they used to be. so like all of her problems, she chose to ignore them. it’s his next question to her that causes her brows to raise in surprise, laugh of disbelief leaving her. “you mean you want me to meet your family? and say what? hi mrs. and mrs. anderson, sorry i fucked your son on camera?”

“You’re like, really stubborn, you know, has anyone ever told you that?” The male offered her with a shake of his head. It was hard to really ever tell what she was thinking and though Ford had figured her out more than most had, he was still on the fence about several things when it came to the enigma of Felicity Dupont. He supposed though, that it was half the beauty of her and people would see that if they stopped trying to pick apart the pieces of her that she offered and just enjoyed what she was strong enough to give on that day. “Sorry, you said my penis was pretty high or not. I'm never, ever going to let you forget that.” Would he be allowed to remind her when they were both married and grey? Maybe not but he sure as hell would anyway. The idea of her meeting his parents warmed a part of his chest that was likely a huge red flag in this situation but he had always sworn that he was a little colour blind anyway and what was the worst that could happen? Wasn’t like they were in love. “I mean if you want, they might think it’s funny.” They would at least think she had a sense of humour. “It’ll be fun, my moms are awesome. I think you should meet them yea.”

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dispersisfabulis​:

“I’m gonna go stay with Zavier for a little bit. You know me, I get stir crazy in the same surroundings for too long and he needs someone to drag his ass out of the house for anything other than practice and I think I’ve been leaving it to Ruby Jo for a little too long now,” Freya’s voice, the picture perfect display of nonchalance. It wasn’t really Ford’s fault, they had their own lives to attend to and him being home didn’t bother her – only slightly when she found herself wandering around a home that was not her own, no matter how much her brother had attempted to make it feel that way. “You’ll be pleased to hear this damn place is growing on me, though. I’ve even been looking into real estate. Look at me, giving up my nomadic ways.” Not a chance, she would never fully be rid of the wanderlust that kept a tight grip on her. “My brain’s been scrambled lately, I didn’t forget our birthday was coming – I just didn’t know today’s date.” How fitting that she would be moving out of her brother’s house on the eve of their 27th birthday. “Stop blaming yourself, dork. Yeah, you’ve been a little shit lately but that’s nothing I’m not used to. Like I said, we’re allowed our own separate lives and I’ve been trying to figure mine out. We’re twins, not the same person. You don’t need me keeping an eye on you all the time and I’m going to be scarred if I walk into you and Felicity going at it on the kitchen counter or something and I’d like to keep my eyeballs where they are, thanks.”

“Sully?” The male asked, brows furrowed even deeper at the thought of who his sister was choosing to leave for. He had always been convinced that the two of them had a thing for each other from the interactions that he had seen over the years, even if briefly. “You sure that you should be doing that? It’s a good idea - it’s not your job to look after a grown man Yards.” An ironic statement from the male given that she had literally arrived in town because he kept messing things up and Stella had decided that she needed someone to keep a better eye on him from close by. A little hope swelled in his heart though, at the idea of her being around for the long haul. “I don’t get why you don’t just ship your stuff here. The house is huge and I quite literally never have City here, we go to hers.” Ford might not have been the best brother but his sister had already seen far too much of the pair of them already he didn’t want her to see any more of him. “We can still at least do tonight right? You don’t have to go like… right now?”

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rxscss​:

“and there isn’t a chance in hell that i won’t be completely off the grid, unreachable and out of sight, so why don’t we just worry about your day, huh, birthday boy?” felicity said with an arch of her brow. she didn’t like traditions. didn’t like having a day that was all about her, preferred to spend it alone instead of making memories with people that may not be there the next year - and she was sure it wasn’t long before ford moved on from whatever it was they were doing, found himself a nice girl and not a mess like herself, just like he had ran for the hills months ago when alana first came along. “you really are a drama queen, you know that, anderson?” she said with a low laugh and a shake of her head, takiing the joint back from him as she took another long hit, gaze averting back towards him. “oh yeah? not sure what your fan club in there would think about that, they all came out here for you, after all.” she mused with the slightest hint of a smirk.

“then fine, i’ll get you when you get home.” ford countered with a shrug of his shoulders as he looked back at her. “don’t care which day i celebrate you on so long as there is one, and don’t say you’ll ignore me forever, it’s lies, you like my dick too much, you told it that it was pretty last night.” sure they had both been high as hell but it still counted in his book and he would forever remind her of it. whatever they were doing would likely end one day, she’d pick herself eventually, or some guy would come along and scoop her from him. even if he was joining her on her coast on the wild side right now, he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t still see the woman he had first ever fallen for, because that’s what it was, at least for a while, at least whilst he was fucked up and could admit it in his head, he’d have never done what he did to alabama if there hadn’t been something, but he was as bad for her as she was for him, that’s what this was right? “i am my momma’s son don’t blame me.” he had truly taken after his mothers flare for drama even if the two of them didn’t share a drop of DNA. speaking of his mother. “they won’t miss me, but you know who does, my moms, i’m going back to north carolina for a few days. you wanna escape the city and come with me. i can show you all my old band spots and you can live your groupie days for me.” 

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rxscss​:

words that so easily spilled from his lips are ignored by felicity, taking another hit from the joint in between her fingers, hooded eyes closing momentarily as she felt herself swaying lightly on her feet, the effects of her being crossfaded starting to take over her senses, trying to convince herself that they were words that he didn’t mean. “oh knock it off, you don’t owe me shit, you know i don’t do birthdays.” she said with a low laugh and a shake of her head, bottle of champagne that had been clutched in her free hand being bought to lips as she took a long sip from it before placing it down on the floor next to her, turning her attention back to him as she placed the joint she had been smoking in between his lips for him to take a hit. “cried like a little bitch, huh?” she said, tone teasing as she smirked up at him. “let’s just say uncle slash owed me a favor.” she said with a shrug, looking back towards the entrance of the party before eyes flickered up to meet his. “you’ve got a whole party in there waiting for you, you know.”

she was waiting for him to leave, both physically and metaphorically, ford knew that much. felicity dupont was many things, but entirely ellusive was not one of them. more than just about anyone ford knew her and the shit she had dealt with, he knew the pattern of behavior for people in her life - he knew that for a while there he had been a part of the problem. so he knew, that she was waiting for him to leave. to make her the one that got left behind once again, he just hadn’t quite figured out how much it was going to hurt when he was the one that ended being left behind. “call it what you want but there isn’t a chance in hell i’m not spoiling you.” the male scoffed as he looked back at the actress with a lazy smile on his face as he reached for the joint they had been passing back and forth. “wept like a damn baby, freya thought i was broken or something, couldn’t even tell her what i was for a while.” he wouldn’t tell her that he was jealous of the people she had connections too, not when he knew what they had cost her in the past. the parents she’d never had thanks to the life style they lived. “i quite like my party out here, unless you’re trying to get rid of me.” 

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ofmumu​:

              Green hues found themselves rolling toward the male. Swearing she had underestimated just how large his head was until that moment. ❝I don’t think the world could handle how big your head would get if we celebrated every single twenty-third. Might pop like an overinflated balloon.❞ It had her hands grasping and then quickly expanding her fingers, mimicking an explosion. ❝Y'know, that might be a sight actually, your head exploding from all that ego and attention.❞

“You know, you seem awfully against my ego Lemmy, what did it ever do to you?” He frowned as he looked back at her with a shake of his head, he could practically feel the judgement piercing him through the green orbs she had set on him. Not that it was any different to the judgement that he got normally these days. Felicity was right, it was a lot easier when you just stopped giving a damn about what people were saying, even if that meant his calls with his moms were far and few between these days. “Not my fault I get the attention, ‘M just pretty.”

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brvkenhecrts​:

she  was  here  for  one  reason  and  one  reason  only  ―  freya  .  birthdays  were  important  ,  especially  in  a  town  like  this  .  she  couldn’t  necessarily  use  ford  as  a  reason  not  to  show  up  for  her  friend  on  her  day  .  although  ,  had  she  known  she’d  be  stuck  with  him  right  now  maybe  she’d  have  reconsidered  how  good  of  a  friend  she  wanted  to  be  this  year  .  “  adult  money  and  all  your  hair  ,  “  disinterested  tone  rings  just  loud  enough  for  him  to  hear  as  she  scrolls  through  her  phone  aimlessly  ,  “  the  bar  is  on  the  floor  ,  huh  ?  “  brief  smile  cracks  only  for  herself  though  .  “  i  dont  think  the  world  can  handle  that  many  birthday  celebrations  …  or  wants  to  for  that  matter  ,  “  icy  blues  refusing  to  lift  up  in  his  direction  .          

He knew that she wasn’t here for him. There wasn’t a world in which she would still care; he knew that, despite the fact there had been multiple years in the past where she had spent the night glued between both twins, and her affection had been offered to him with tenderness and care. Now he was just amazed that she managed to be in the same room as he was without throwing something at him. “You know me Bam, easily impressed apparently.” Had he been sober he would likely try apologizing again but he wasn’t sure there was an apology that was ever going to cut it, especially not given he still couldn’t stay away from the woman that had ruined them, even if through no fault of her own. “Thanks for coming, for Yards, it’ll mean a lot to her I know it will.”

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stcrscrossed​:

  the nickname   that surpasses his lips makes her feel even weirder now , as it was once welcomed by a smile ,  with  warmth  cruising her veins .  now , after everything that went down  &  as of late , his recent  behavior on twitter  no less , she’s not sure  how she feels  at all .  his question somewhat catches her off guard , mainly because she awaits for him to be mean  &  not caring .  ❝  i  - i‘m fine ,  ❝   she replies , failing to recognize he’s been holding her a little longer than he perhaps should .  ❝  thanks ,  ❝  the blonde adds on as she shifts , pulling her arms away from him .   silence falls  upon them , the tension  &  unspoken words along with the  past promises  still lingering in the air as alana tries to think of what to say .  or maybe she should just run ?  clearing her throat , the femme shifts uncomfortably on the spot , unsure of where to look .  ❝  are you … good ?  ❝  it’s the only thing on her mind that she dares to ask .  

It was odd that they felt so off with each other, before anyone had ever told the pair they’d need to fake it Ford had found being around her natural, easy, he craved the smile that she brought so easily to his lips and now? She was back to being little more than a stranger to the male. He wondered sometimes, what they could have been if their hands hadn’t been forced before either of them were really ready to let go of the past. “I’m glad…I mean it.” He’d more than likely been childish lately, on a true spiral that he hadn’t even known he was capable off if he was honest but his music was thriving because of it and he couldn’t ask for more than that really could he. “ Yea I’m good, still in the studio more than is likely healthy but it’s good, I’m good.”

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dispersisfabulis​:

Freya knew Ford better than anyone else, knew how he operated, and while he hadn’t been around Freya didn’t think it had much to do with her. She just wanted to give him space, in case he would get frustrated with her being around and was going to take a little space for herself. Without a change of scenery, Freya would become stir crazy and end up bouncing from town before she could stop herself. It didn’t mean that she didn’t miss her brother, she always did, but they had their own lives. The look on his face when he walked into the room she had claimed for the last few months gave her pause, almost had her unpacking her bags, but she pushed an easy smile on her face. “Relax, I’m not leaving the timezone. Just across town,” she assured him, not wanting him to think she was abandoning him completely. His words had her scrambling for her phone to check the date, a laugh leaving her lips when she realized that she had forgotten that their birthday was tomorrow. “It is tradition, is it not? I didn’t even realize it was the 22nd.”

“Across town where?” The worry seeping into his expression couldn’t be helped as he looked back at his sister, just seven minutes younger than he was. It was only a matter of time before this happened. Freya had always been the same way, in each place she visited, even settled for a while, they all had a time limit and he should have known that his place, hell even LA would come with the same ticking timer. He had just always assumed she would at least talk to him about it before she left, giving him a heads up, a little, hey just so you know. “You forgot?” Had he been missing so much lately that she didn’t even notice? “You don’t have to leave Yards, I can be home more…I know I’ve been shit but you don’t have to go.”

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rxscss​:

she had never celebrated her own birthday - as a child it was a day her parents were never around for and as an adult it was a day she wanted to forget - making it a tradition to spend the day alone, no matter what phase of her life she was in. but regardless of her negative view of her own birthday, she’d always be there for the one’s for the people she cared about. and regardless of their current entanglement, she’d always be there for the male. she had been smoking outside the party, back leaning against a car as he brow raised at his words, unable to help the low laugh that left her. “well, it’s your day, you could do whatever the fuck you want with it.” she said with a shrug, exhaling the smoke int he night air between them. “so, did you like your present?” she asked with a quirk of her brow.

“This is why I love you, always giving me my own way.” Ford beamed back at the woman next to him. Was he sober he would have stayed far, far away from using that word with her because that wasn’t how he meant it, not really. Well he wasn’t sure how he meant it, that was the problem, he knew that she had passed the line of just his friend a long time ago, and she was more than just someone he slept with but he also knew that she would either punch him or run for the hills if he tried to push for anything more so he left her be, or sober Ford did anyway. Drunk Ford was clearly a mess. “My present was everything, hell knows what I’m getting you to top it…I cried you know, how did you even pull that off?”

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closed starter for theo | @dispersisfabulis​

It had taken him a while to notice but eventually it was no longer a coincidence that the younger male kept popping up at events, that he was running in the same circles as him when previously he had been a known face and nothing more. “Are you going to tell me why you keep popping up?” Ford asked as he came to a stop at him at the bar, the others eyes had been on him since he had entered the room and Ford was either going to have to break his little heart that he was in fact, not on that team, or he was going to have a whole other problem on his hands. What that was yet he didn’t know but he was pretty sure he could deal with it if it came up - maybe. “‘Cause you’re kind of looking nuts my guy.”

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Closed starter for Sadie | @spctlights​

Ford was never one to back down from a challenge, and one with a time limit. It was like offering candy to a baby, god he was far more excited than he should have been for this event in time. Even if there was a small, miniscule, or really rather large part of him that felt guilty about this but he was choosing to ignore. Ford was single, Felicity had all but told him to stick it so he could sleep with hot musicians if he so wanted, of course he could. Snacks in hand Ford was beaming as he arrived at the disclosed location, unsurprised by the face that Sadie was giving him. “I don’t know why you’re frowning, you’re about to have the best two hours of your life and I brought snacks. I really don’t know what you could possibly be pulling a face at.”

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closed starter for imani | @eminvnt​

“So, we were talking about making music right?” Ford asked, all but bouncing as he stood at the decks, he had been bouncing since she had arrived, ever since he’d found the hook he wanted to use. The sound he was going for wasn’t really one he’d ever done before, one he didn’t know if he could pull off but with Imani? That shit would be magic. “Okay hear me out, do a song with me, I swear I got the chorus down, and a verse for you, I need to flesh the rest out with the two of us? I tell you, Immy, this is going to drop so hard.” It was also going to stir some pots and that was fine with him to, music told a story, it wasn’t up to him which version of it people believed.

[fvkford]

open starter for all 

“i don’t what you mean, aging is sick, i still got all my hair, i’m twenty-seven, i got adult money and i still get birthday parties.” okay so it wasn’t just his, half of this was definitely for his womb mate too but that was totally besides the point.”i think it’s a beautiful part of life, getting to celebrate yourself once a year, fuck it, we should have month days, i want to celebrate every single twenty-third.”