Tiger Beat April 1999

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Tiger Beat April 1999
PART TWO of JC Chasez from *NSYNC at the PopOdyssey Tour, 2001 Taking a break before performing Selfish +--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+ Link to Part One
this is from a while ago…..
would anybody read it if i post it???
in my humble opinion, every gary barlow era is a peak era. but just something about 1993-1994 gary resonates with me on a deeper level.
Robbie Williams is assembling teams for the first ever Boy Band Ryder Cup Death Match (BBRCDM): Europe v USA to establish the hardest boyband and boybander.
"And listen - this isn't about violence
It's about legacy
It's about honour
It's about settling the arguments nobody was having until I started them"
He means business. He's already recruited 90% of '90s boybands to the Euro & USA teams (75% of them without their knowledge or consent, but who's counting?). Sample strengths include:
Howard Donald from Take That : "man-strength + lithe dexterity"
John from E17: "a proper man with a proper job and everything"
John Knight from NKOTB: "farmer strength"
Brian from E17: "scrappy and emotional"
Keith and Shane from Boyzone: "Two meat lighthouses"
Wanya and Michael from Boys II Men: "It's Philly in the '80s. Tell me I'm wrong"
Bryan McFadden of Westlife: "A human doorway"
Things could get ugly. Europe for the win.
Happy Birthday Jason🧡
The one where Gary makes himself zombie bate to save mark.
Walking dead take that prompt
barlowen mark and Gary have barricaded themself in the studio because rob jay and Howard become zombies. They both brave it and make a run for it but Gary attacked by the three but tells mark to run to safety and don’t look back.
sorry if it sound a bit gory
This is hilarious that you asked for this particular prompt—it's like you've reached into my brain and pulled out my thoughts!
I’m actually working on a zombie apocalyptic Take That fanfiction right now. The plot’s different, but it’s still got some gore!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this drabble. Just a heads up: it comes with flesh-eating zombie warnings, so if that’s not your thing, feel free to skip this one.
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They hadn’t expected it to come to this. Mark and Gary barricaded themselves in the studio, the soundproof walls now useless against the chaos outside. Robbie, Jason, and Howard had already turned—zombies, relentless, mindless.
The world was a nightmare, and they were running out of time.
"We have to go, Gaz," Mark whispered, his voice trembling. He gripped the door handle, his knuckles white. "It’s now or never."
Gary nodded, heart pounding in his chest. "Right, on three."
They burst out, adrenaline surging as they sprinted into the open. The stench of decay hit them like a wall, but they kept running, desperation fuelling every step.
For a moment, hope flickered—they might actually make it. But then Gary felt it.
Cold, rotting hands latched onto him, yanking him backward with brutal force. His breath caught as he saw the twisted, decayed faces of Robbie, Jason, and Howard bearing down on him, their lifeless eyes fixed with a hunger that chilled him to the bone.
"Gary!" Mark’s voice cracked in terror as he turned, wide-eyed.
"No!" Gary roared, the fear in his voice barely masking the pain as he struggled against their grip. Their nails dug into his flesh, tearing at him. "Run, Mark! Run!"
Mark froze, his heart pounding in his ears, but Gary’s scream was a guttural command.
“Go! Now!”
Gary was overwhelmed, the weight of their bodies pulling him down as teeth sank into his shoulder. He didn’t have the strength to fight them off anymore. Blood oozed from the wounds, pooling around him as he was dragged to the ground.
Mark’s vision blurred with tears as he turned and bolted, Gary’s anguished cries echoing in his ears, mingling with the wet, tearing sounds of the feeding frenzy. He didn’t look back.
NSYNC, 1995