#“doesn't recall submitting that request; but he's not sorry about it if he's not on there.”

[skylarbee]

if any of you are still feeling weird about that infamous interview, here is what alex said about it (and why that ashley girl doesn't like him). i really want to point out that what alex says here is the exact same thing us, miles fans have been saying since forever. so, if you are a fan of alex, but throw shit at miles, just remember that your favourite also supports him. and maybe think twice before starting arguments with miles fans and keep in mind that alex has the same opinion about it all.

Alongside Arctic Monkeys, Turner has a long-term side-project called The Last Shadow Puppets with his best friend, the Birkenhead singer-songwriter Miles Kane. During the promotion for their last album, the two did an interview with a female journalist from the music webzine Spin. Turner was being his usual unforthcoming self, so Kane attempted to break the ice with some groan-inducing banter. This included inviting the journalist up to his hotel room when she asked what he was doing after the interview, which, in hindsight, was pretty stupid (he realised as much the next day and emailed her to say sorry). The result, though, was a lengthy op-ed calling out Kane’s unprofessionalism and the misogyny of the music industry at large. Personally, I found some of her complaints against him a tad flimsy — holding eye contact for too long, high-fiving her, “yanking” her in “for a not entirely consensual kiss on the cheek” as she said goodbye, and not least the idea that interviewing a rock star is ever supposed to be an exercise in professionalism. What did Turner make of it all? He sighs. “I think he made a joke he shouldn’t have made and realised he had misjudged the situation.” I thought it was a bit OTT, I tell him. “Yeah, I’m not sure it was deserving of that response honestly, but you just can’t make a joke like that.”

(from 2018, this interview)

[eternalwritess]

i hope i'm not requesting anything at a bad time; i guess i'll take a romantic matchup for hazbin?? i know helluva's in tje same universe i'm just. uegj,

Pronouns: they/them/theirs; anytime i shoot for they/he i forget 2 seconds later, it's like there's just a single semi-visible crumb of man inside that i can rarely beat in a footrace i'm sorry. He's There.

Sexuality: gay (nblm/mlm/achillean)

Personality: gonna be real with you, i am. honestly kind of a nervous wreck?? i'm trying my best not to be so timid or insecure to such a degree but anxiety is something i struggle with Horrendously and i? die,

might also be a lil depressed and a lil lost in life but we're not talking about that today—

if i manage to feel comfortable enough with someone though i can definitely either be a complete doofus or very clingy (or in a romantic context, touch-starved) and very,,,, puppybrained?? as they say??? a

Hobbies: aside from venting my emotions through baking and being a bit of a bookworm or library-mouse, i tend to draw somewhat often (even if it's kinda. b a d) and i've been on a stream-watching kick as of late?? i may also touch a video game from time to time, but like. don't a lot of us

Pet peeves: off the top of my head, when people try accusing me of shit i didn't do, fake people, when people handle time travel plotlines Like That (you know what i'm talking about), mother's day

idrk man it's hard to recall pet peeves for me when i'm not Completely pissed or salty, i hope that's sufficient💦

i'm sorry if i butchered the format i have n o idea how this is gonna look as a submitted ask 🏃‍♂️

𝕐𝕠��� 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

𝓗𝓾𝓼𝓴!

i wasn't really given much to work with so sorry if its kinda short and inaccurate

You probably met at the hotel and just needed someone to talk to and Charlie wasn't there so he decided to listen to you

He'd most likely talk with you over your anxiety and try to calm you down if things get too bad

"Deep breaths"

As for venting he's heard it all and knows how to deal with it all so he's more than willing just to listen to you and give you advice from there.

He's not that big into electronics but I'm sure that you might be able to get him to watch a few streams with you if he's in the mood

He wouldn't mind the clingyness very much as long as it doesn't become paranoia or anything harmful to the relationship or such

You and him might discuss books every now and then and he would try and give you reccomendations even if they might be a bit out of style

"Have you read?..."

He likes your drawings and likes watching you improve and will gently tease you about them and then say how good they are and how you've improved

Husk isn't a fake person at all and is more of a down to Earth person

He's very honest and will most likely never lie to you if he does it's most likely about him being an overlord because he's embarrassed or with his contract with Alastor just because he doesn't want you to get worried

But even if he did and you found out he would apologize and you might go through a rough patch but thats about it

Over all it would be a very caring relationship <3

[phoebe-delia]

Hello! <3

If you are taking prompts for the kisses thing, I would love to see what you do with this one:

two characters look at each other. silence. then. BOOM BANG LIPS CRASHING CAN'T RESIST YOU ANYMORE BAM BOOM THERE'S A WALL LET'S PIN YOU AGAINST IT

If it doesn't strike any inspiration, feel free to pick your fav, love! <3

C!! Thanks for the prompt, lovely. I'm sorry it's been 100,000 years. For those of you who submitted these prompts a while back: I PROMISE I will get to yours. Life has been crazy + writer's block + fest fics. But I wanted to make some headway.

Dude I really like all the prompts on the list but thisssss is one of my favorites/ones I'm most excited about. So thanks for requesting it, my love @dearly-devoted-dawdler. Hope you enjoy!

The walk back to the office is tense, heavy with silence. Harry feels almost tingly with the rush of relief and accomplishment, but mostly anticipation. For what, he doesn't quite know, but the look in Draco's eyes every time he manages to snag his gaze makes words die on his lips, his heart picking up speed.

Harry's starting to wonder whether the hallway connecting their shared office to Robards' has gotten longer. They'd been in their boss's office for what felt like hours, poring over every detail of the intense case they'd just wrapped up. He'd nearly died—or something, he wasn't quite sure what spell the suspect had fired at him, only that Draco's quick thinking had spared him an extended stay in St. Mungos, and in that instant, he and Draco had tapped into some strange, shared force that had them working in perfect tandem. Harry didn't remember a single thought he'd had in those few minutes; all he could recall was the firm, reassuring press of Draco's toned back against his, the sweat dripping down both their necks, the wild look in Draco's eyes as he'd stunned Harry's would-be attacker with a single flick of his fingers.

When the dust settled, they hadn't said a word to one another.

Harry'd called for backup. Draco'd started handcuffing the suspects. They closed out the case like the professionals they were.

And now that Draco's opening the door to their office and shutting them inside, alone, Harry's thinking professionalism is vastly overrated.

They stare at one another, eyes locked, silently daring the other to look away first, to be the one to come to his senses.

Harry doesn't. Won't.

Draco snaps first, he thinks, or maybe it was him who made the first step to cross the room and crash their lips together. All he knows is the surge of adrenaline, of magic thrumming under his skin as he explores Draco's mouth, his tongue. One of them groans, followed by the other. Hands grasp at dirtied robes, fingers tease over collarbones and shirt collars, tug at soft hair. It's all-consuming, and Harry feels dizzy with it.

They break apart for air, and Draco takes Harry's head in his palms, tilting his face up slightly to connect their eyes once more.

"You saved my life."

"I was returning the favor."

"You're amazing."

"It was a team effort."

"We make a great one, don't we? I couldn't imagine doing this with anyone but you."

"Me too," Draco whispers, eyes roaming over Harry like he's never seen him before, like he's trying to memorize every detail. Like Harry's precious and might fade away any second.

Carefully, Harry reaches up and grasps Draco's wrists, using them to bring their lips in a kiss softer than words could ever be.

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