#*guitar* I AIN’T EVER GONNA STOP LOVING YOU BITCH
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if you haven’t watched season two episode four yet DON’T LOOK. not missing much anyways
#*guitar* I LOVE YOU BITCH#*guitar* I AIN’T EVER GONNA STOP LOVING YOU BITCH#*guitar*#THEM JSNAGSHDJKDJS#td ripper#td axel#ripaxel#total drama#td#total drama 2023#td23#spoilers
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♡ CUTEST PERSON AWARD ♡ Once you are given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. if you break the chain, nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out ♡
💕🫶🏻🙇🏻♀️
#I had to include all of these bc it’s just too much#so much love here#ily thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much <33333#moots#mutuals#eoieopda#dearest jade#*strums guitar* I love you#bitch (affectionate)#*strums again*#and I ain’t ever gonna STOP loving you#bitch (lovingly)
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Sunshine [Joel Miller]
this is my entry to Summer Loving Challenge by @pedgito. Thank you so much for creating it and letting me be part of it. You're a star! Or shall I say, sunshine??
pairing: no outbreak joel miller x f!reader
wordcount: 1.7K
warnings: reader is she/her, sexual content/mild sexual themes (implied only), mild language, mentions of violence, overall safe to read.
prompt: ROADTRIP #2
She smiles too much, he thinks.
And Joel ain’t too fond of folks who smile all the damn time. Reckons they must be hiding something behind those shiny white teeth.
Thing is, he ain't even sure how Tommy managed to rope him into this foolishness. He’d stopped by his brother’s place for a cold one and somehow left having agreed to ferry his obnoxiously cheerful sidekick across the state to some new job she landed in Joel’s neck of the woods. Must have been the quiet begging in Tommy’s eyes that did it, he supposes. Joel may be a surly son of a bitch, but he ain’t heartless.
So here he is, with the sun barely up and her sitting pretty beside him. Sneakers-clad feet up on the dash like she owns the place, skirt of that yellow sundress riding up her tights.
Tommy’s friend. The motormouth. The endless goddamn ray of sunshine that Joel just knows is gonna make his jaw ache from clenching before they even cross county lines.
“Mind if I turn this thing on?” she breaks the silence, stretching a little to fiddle with the radio dials.
He fucking does. He’d rather drive in silence. But just shrugs instead.
Figures out it’s not worth the argument.
And as expected, her taste in music is as saccharine as the rest of her, all twangy guitars and lyrics about truck beds and tan lines. When she starts humming along off-key, he has to work very hard not to grind his teeth to dust.
It's going to be a long drive.
Joel sighs and glances over at her. Shifts a bit in his seat and admits, albeit grudgingly, that she's easy on the eyes. Has been ever since he's known her.
But the problem is, she’s just so… much. Never still for a minute, fingers tapping, foot bouncing, mouth running a mile a minute. He can practically feel all that restless energy buzzing under her skin, setting his own nerves alight. Makes him wonder if she even knows she's doing it, all them little twitches and squirms. If she's got any idea how it gets him all riled up without even trying. Joel ain't sure quite what to do with her.
And sweet Jesus can she talk. About this, about that. Everything and not a damn thing. About the weather and politics. The heat and some harvest festivals she’s helping throw. A whole slew of crappy dates, some dog she’s thinking of adopting. The gossip about people Joel barely knows and could care less about. So, he tunes most of it out, just grunts now and then so she thinks he's listening.
But at some point, whether because he’s getting bored or because of the heat, Joel catches himself actually paying attention. Learns she's a teacher, spending her days trying to cram knowledge into the heads of a pack of rowdy kids.
"It's thankless work," she laughs, "but I guess somebody's gotta do it."
Joel thinks it's pretty admirable, choosing a job like that. Lord knows he's had his share of crap gigs. Brings to mind those long, hot days pouring concrete under that merciless Texas sun. The way heat would shimmer up off the fresh pavement and make him feel like he's in some kind of fever dream.
“Look, I didn’t expect you’d want to give me a ride,” she pipes up after a bit. “I appreciate it.”
"Mm," he grunts, committing to nothing.
“I mean it, Miller. I was really close to sticking out my thumb and hitching.”
Joel's hands tighten on the wheel at the thought. "That's a good way to get yourself murdered."
She cuts her eyes over at him. "How do I know you're not some kind of murderer?"
He snorts. "Do I look like a murderer to you?"
"I don't know. What's a murderer look like?"
"Not like me."
"Hm. That's exactly what a murderer would say, I reckon."
He shakes his head, more than a little annoyed now.
This damn woman.
When they pull over for gas and to stretch their legs, Joel finds himself watching her as she arches her back like a cat in the sun, that sundress pulling taut across her chest; the skirt riding up even higher. Makes him look away real quick.
“I’m going inside to pay,” she chirps. “Want anything? Coke maybe? A three-day old sandwich?”
Joel peers at her. Mutters, “Nah, I’m good.”
“Suit yourself, Grumpy.”
Grumpy.
It's hardly the worst thing he's been called, but it chafes at him for some reason. For a second, he wonders what it would be like to be someone different. Someone who said yes to Cokes and gas-station sandwiches. To yellow dresses and sunshine smiles.
"You ever think about how weird it is that we can just go anywhere these days?" She starts in again before he even gets back on the road.
He squints over at her. "How do you mean?"
"I don't know. Cars and planes and those talking maps on phones. World's gotten real small. Used to be folks who didn't stray more than a few miles from where they were born. And now here we are, two random people rolling down the road in the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere. Just 'cause we felt like it."
Joel's not sure he'd say he felt like it, exactly. But he gets her point. "I guess," he allows. "Makes you wonder what it musta been like. Back then."
"Doesn't it? No AC, no snacks, no radio to bicker over." She grins at him, teasing. "Though I suppose you would've done just fine without that last one, huh?"
He huffs, but there’s no real annoyance behind it. “They wouldn’t need a radio with you doing all the talking. Probably would've driven the whole wagon train up the wall with your yammering."
“You mean, I would’ve livened things up?”
"Livened," he repeats, dry as dust, and she laughs. It's a good one, Joel thinks. Bright and uninhibited in a way he hasn't heard often in this life.
Suddenly gets the strangest urge to reach out and touch her. Trail his knuckles down the line of her throat, feel the vibration of it under his fingers.
Wraps his hands around the wheel instead, wondering where the hell that came from. If she notices his odd moment, she doesn't let on. Just keeps rambling on about dysentery and fording rivers and how she definitely would've been the first to die of cholera. Joel lets those honeyed tones wash over him and tries not to dwell on the tight, hot feeling in his chest.
By the time they pull up at the little house Tommy helped her get settled in, it's pitch black out. He can just make out her face in the glow of the dome light, those big eyes soft and serious for once as she gathers up her bags.
"Thanks again for the lift," she says, real quiet. "I know I'm not exactly your favourite person to be stuck with."
"Wasn't so bad," he admits, and it's almost not a lie. "Glad I could help."
She hesitates with her hand on the door handle, worrying that plump bottom lip with her teeth. "I'd invite you in for a beer but I know you probably want to get home."
He does. He should. But maybe it's that little waver in her voice, the uncertain set of her shoulders. Maybe it's knowing that the second she steps out of this truck, the strange little bubble they've been floating in is going to pop. Things will snap back to how they've always been, her grating on his last nerve from a nice safe distance and him avoiding her as best he can.
And maybe he's just not quite ready for that.
"Well..." he drawls, "I reckon I could come in for a cold one."
The smile she gives him could put the sun to shame, all dimples and crinkly eyes. Makes that tugging feeling in his chest pull so sharp it steals his breath.
He follows her up the porch steps and into the cosy hallway, his chest tight and his palms clammy like some nervous teenager. As she putters in the kitchen, fetching beers and clinking glasses, he stands in her living room and looks around at the organised clutter, the artfully arranged photographs, the bunches of wildflowers stuck in mason jars.
The whole place is so absolutely, utterly her it makes something behind his ribs ache fiercely.
When she comes back with two frosty beers, pressing one into his hand, they just stand there for a minute. Look at each other with the heavy weight of something hanging in the air between them. She takes a pull off her bottle, throat working as she swallows and it's more than he can take. The urge to put his mouth right there, to lick the sharp tang of hops right off her skin.
“So…,” she murmurs softly as she places her beer on the counter behind her and looks back at him. Her eyelashes flutter, and her gaze latches on his mouth. It’s a split of a second but Joel decides that he’s had enough.
He sets his own bottle down carefully. Cradles her face in his rough hands and leans in slow, so slow, until he can taste her shaky breath. She meets him halfway, arms winding around his neck as she opens up for him, soft and sweet as summer rain. He tips his head to kiss her deeper and she mewls into his mouth, hands flexing against his shoulders, and Joel is lost.
It doesn’t take long before they are stumbling back to her bedroom, all tangled up in each other. When he rids himself of his shirt and hovers above her, she is smiling, her fingers moving slowly to graze the warm skin of his back, and it’s so good Joel feels drunk on it.
Later, after, with her curled up asleep on his chest, Joel stares up at the lazy spin of the ceiling fan. Marvels at the strange turns a life can take. How somebody can get under your skin until one day you wake up and realise you forgot how to breathe without them.
He runs his fingers through the wild tangle of her hair, feels her sigh contentedly against him. Lets himself imagine, just for a minute, that this could be his life. That he could have something this soft, this sweet, and keep it.
Joel blows out a long breath.
Drops a kiss to the top of her head and lets his eyes slip closed.
Maybe there's something to be said for all that sunshine after all.
#summerlovin24#joel miller#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller imagine#joel miller x reader#joel miller x f!reader#the last of us fanfiction#pedro pascal#this man is my roman empire
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Omg ok so my sisters used to play soccer and one of the moms had a cowbell. This woman would ring the bell every time the team got a goal. And now like 20 years later our mother was talking to someone about how my sisters used to do the local soccer thing and the other person was like “omg do you remember the cowbell lady? That team was so good but dear lord that cowbell was annoying!”……..I can picture Eddie getting a cowbell
Absolutely yes. No notes. Eddie definitely does this.
Steve kinda dooms himself to it because they played a scrimmage against a team that brought their own cheerleaders. Eddie prides himself on a level of dramatism that is not going to let that slide so he asks.
He did ask if he could be Steve’s cheerleader.
Steve, who melts every time Eddie takes an interest in one of his hobbies, does not think of the consequences when he says, “You’re already my cheerleader, but sure.”
If Steve thought about it for a little bit than he would probably think that Eddie was going to show up at the game in an actual cheerleading uniform, but he didn’t think about it. He actually forgot about the entire conversation until the next weekend when Eddie tries to get into the car with an electric guitar.
Steve stops him, “What are you doing?”
“Uh, cheerleading?”
“Where would you even plug that in at?”
“Oh, you’re right,” Eddie considers and then darts back into the house. He returns a few minutes later with an acoustic guitar, but Steve gives him a look that says very clearly ‘absolutely not.’ Eddie strums the guitar anyways and says, “I love you, bitch. I ain’t never gonna stop-“
“Eddie, we’re going to be late!”
So, he didn’t do anything that weekend other than come up with some on-the-fly cheers with another player’s girlfriend and agree to design them shirts. Nancy did say that if he tried to start a wave in the crowd that she would divorce him. From the land of the living.
He thinks she means it too.
Eddie’s already picked out the cowbell by the time next weekend rolls around. They’re playing against a group from the nearby methodist church and the only thing that Steve requests is that Eddie stays off his soapbox about organized religion. He says nothing about cowbells.
Nancy isn’t even aware that he has it until he whips it out after the first goal and starts ringing it. The whole field stops moving and just stares at him for a second, which is great. Eddie loves an audience.
Steve looks fucking delighted, too.
It is rather unfortunate that the team they’re playing against sucks major ass and they score more goals than they have in any other game because that cowbell rings with enthusiasm every single time. Except for the last goal because when Eddie went to reach for the bell, Ozzy put his paw over his hand to tell him to stop.
It doesn’t matter though because Steve runs over to him as soon as the game ends, all smiles and kisses. It’s painfully and sickeningly sweet when he tells him, “Best cheerleader I’ve ever had.”
Steve kisses him again and tells him, “Never do it again though.”
#Eddie does it again#except now they have a game they play before the game where Steve tries to find the cowbell before they leave#he is dumbfounded when he removes two from the car and yet somehow Eddie still has one come game time#(Nancy brought it for him because she thinks it’s funny)#eddie munson tiktok saga#steve harrington#eddie munson
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Penelope looking at Derek: *strums guitar* I love you bitch.
Derek: *confused staring*
Penelope: I ain’t ever gonna stop loving you, bitch. *Strums guitar again*
#criminal minds#spencer reid#aaron hotchner#cm#incorrect criminal minds#derek morgan#incorrect quotes#emily prentiss#penelope garcia#jennifer jareau#vines#vine reference#garcia watches vine compilations 24/7#especially animal ones
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STWG Daily Prompt 1/9/24
word count: 202
prompt: vine
I basically turned this into a 'how many vine references can i fit in 202 words' challenge, and the answer is simply not enough (my original thought came out at almost 1000 words and that fits so much more references to drive Steve up a wall with). Regardless, enjoy modern au eddie who was definitely chronically online and Steve who simply wasn't and needs outside interference to help him understand because Eddie will NOT explain.
“Move, I’m gay,” Eddie said, shoving past Steve to open the fridge.
Steve stood in befuddled silence as he waited for Eddie to give him any context.
“Wait, have you never seen that video?” Eddie asked, he was met with nothing but the blank look of zero recognition. “Brandon Rogers? Angry office? Nothing, really? Have you ever even seen a Vine in your life?”
Steve crossed his arms over his chest. “Like a plant? Yeah, Eds. I’ve seen plants before.”
“Oh my god, no. You can’t be serious. What were you doing in 2017? The world fell apart when we lost Vine, dude.”
“Having sex, probably,” he said with a shrug.
“Jesus Christ, Harrington. I’m going to drive you nuts with this.”
A week later Steve had to run to Robin with a desperate plea, begging her to teach him about these ‘Vines’ because Eddie kept singing “I love you, bitch. I ain’t never gonna stop loving you, bitch,” to wake him up every morning.
When Eddie woke him the next day with a discordant strum of his guitar, Steve rolled over, muttered a squeaky little “watch your profanity,” and snuggled back into the pillows to the sound of Eddie’s stunned silence.
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Modern Eddie fucking around with his guitar and his girlfriend walks in and he’s immediately like ‘I love you bitch 🎸 I ain’t ever gon’stop loving you Bitch!’
LMAO that's literally fuckin him.
he's super high and is like cackling he can barely speak to her. wearing nothing but a guitar.
she's like rolling her eyes. "what, ed?"
and he's like grabbing the door cackling before he strums it. "I love you bitch," points at her then another strum. "I ain't gonna never stop loving you... bitch." and she laughs too bc he's stupid but also it was fucking funny.
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This one is for Sally.
I love you biiiitch.
Thrums guitar off key.
I ain’t ever gonna stop lovin’ you…
Biiiiitch. 🩷
(Also maybe please crush me between ur thighs you husky voiced siren. 🥺)
➫ SALLY isn't sure what to make of the comments made, since she's been told the term 'bitch' is derogatory to some humans. But the way it's said SEEMS complimentary, she's left so confused. "Is this a new form of attracting a mate? Your musical skills need improvement." Not that she can vouch for what 'good' music sounds like. "But I will happily crush your skull, you'll go out a beautiful way."
#anonymous#one of those quarter fortune machines; asks#☆: sally solomon#she knows she's a goddess#and fully capable of violence
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𝕌𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕙𝕚𝕞 ; 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝔹𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕔𝕜-𝕦𝕡𝕤 ; 𝕒 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖
92 Explorer - Post Malone || Creepin’ - Hayley Williams || Monsters - All Time Low || Do Me Right - Gemini || Level of Concern - twenty one pilots || Lock-Sport-Krock - Nikola Sarcevic || American Candy - The Maine || Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus
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(—) ★ spotted!! MATEO ROSSI on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 34 year old looks like MICHAEL TREVINO, but i don’t really see it. while the SOUND ENGINEER/COMPOSER is known for being PLUCKY my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be HAUGHTY i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song 92 Explorer - Post Malone {he/him}
𝔽𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝔹𝕚𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕪:
(tw: alcoholism, death)
Mateo came into the world like a whirlwind. He had been his mother, Carmen’s entire world and a miracle, and his father’s worst nightmare. Angelo Rossi didn’t like competition; especially not when it came to his wife. The two never saw eye to eye but Mareo would never turn his back on his father. Even when his father deserved it.
When he was ten years old, his mother Carmen died suddenly, it was at that moment that his whole life changed. The two Rossi men were on their own and things got real heavy, real fast. His father didn’t have a good handle on his drinking and spent more time staring at the end of a bottle than looking after his son. Mateo needed to learn how to fend for himself and he did. Mateo learned how to cook and clean up after the man and has done so most of his life.
Beneath it all, Mateo is a huge family guy. His half-sister Julianna (a child his father had out of wedlock), had been one important support in his life. Despite their genetic link, Angeloa, the two had vastly different lives but he wouldn’t have it any other way. She had gotten the start he didn’t think he deserved but that didn’t mean he loved her any less. The two are thicker than thieves and he would kill for her.
Mateo took interest in music at an early age. His mother was a singer with an unrealized dream but that never stopped her from singing. The soul imbued in each note had plucked his soul. Between juggling his academic needs and his father’s absence, Mateo picked up various instruments like the guitar, the piano, and the drums. The place he felt the most alive was in a soundproof room pouring it all out.
At seventeen, Mateo embarked on a new journey by attending USC Thornton School of Music to completely pursue his dream. At nineteen, he wrote his first song that crashed the charts at an accelerated paced which propelled his popularity as a songwriter.
When he graduated, he began to take his rightful place at the soundboard in the studio and connected with Waverly who seemed to get him on a subatomic level when it came to music. They’ve been musical partners ever since.
Mateo wears his crown as the best sound engineer, composer, and writer from the bay area.
ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤:
Get in bitch, we’re going shopping. - ride or die friends
et Brutus? - writing partner who stole credit on a shared project.
Till the end of the line - his half sister, Juliana.
I love you bitch, I ain’t never gonna stop lovin’ you - Seo Na-ri
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❤️🧡💛💚💙send this to your ten favourite bloggers to let them know that they are amazing💜❤️🧡💛💚💙
AAAAAAAAAAJDWONDOE TT^TT
I WAS SAVING ALL MY ASKS TO DRAW FOR THEM BUT NOW MY COMPUTERS GONE BUT I CANT WAIT ANY LONGER
BELLA!!!! Ty for blessing us with your presence on discord. You are always so kind and supportive when you’re not bullying m— and I love you very much! Idk what we’d do without the pisscord mom 😭
#listen you’re cool ok#don’t tell anyone it’ll ruin my image#I love you bitch#*guitar*#I ain’t ever gonna stop loving you#BITCHHHHH
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✨💛 This is the Amazing Person Award! 🏆Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and out 💛 (💕💖💗💕)
oh flo loml….my soulmate…my angel jake…im actually mostly astounded that you sent me this at 11pm considering you’re the World’s Sleepiest Binch
#that one vine with the guy and the guitar#i love you SLEEPY BITCH#i ain’t EVER gonna stop loving you SLEEPY BIIITCH#replies
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jacob: I love you bitch -strums guitar made of string and plates- I ain’t ever gonna stop lovin you bitch
emma: proceeds to watch him plummet down a hill while hiking with the kids
#the quarry#the quarry emma#the quarry jacob#emma mountebank#jacob custos#she probably pushed him tbh
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Roy: [with Will strumming a guitar in the background] I love you, bitch.
Keeley: Ohmygod-
Roy: I ain’t ever gonna stop loving you. Bitch.
#Finished binging season two#and this was how it ended right#ted lasso#incorrect quotes#ted lasso memes#incorrect ted lasso quotes#Roy Kent#Keeley Jones#Will Kitman#source: vine
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Reader: “Javier, I need to borrow your guitar.”
Javier: “... Why?”
Reader: “I’m gonna use it to tell Arthur I love him.”
Javier, who 100% ships Arthur and the Reader: “Say no more.”
*Later...*
Reader, approaching Arthur: “I love you bitch!”
Arthur: “...”
Reader: “I ain’t ever gonna stop loving you... bitch!”
Javier, in the background: *drops his head into his hands*
#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#javier escuella#modern!reader#shitpost#based on that one vine#y'all know the one
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The losers club as vines
Bill: A potato flew around my room before you came.
Mike: 🎶I wanna see my little boy🎶 (here he comes) 🎶I wanna see my little boy🎶 (here he comes)
Richie: Zack stop! Zack stop, you're gonna get in trouble! Zack! *police sirens howling*
Eddie: On all levels except physical, i am a wolf. *woof*
Stan: *getting on top of the fridge* THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE.
Bev: *screaming at Pennywise* I'm a bad bitch, you can't kill me!
Ben: *strums guitar* I love you bitch. I ain't ever gonna stop loving you, bitch.
The losers, together: *dancing wildly to Little Einstein*
Bonus:
Pennywise: I love to get in sparkly dresses :)
Henry: I wanna be president so i can make slavery legal again!
#i've had this in my drafts forever#it 1986#it 1990#it 2017#it 2019#it book#it miniseries#it movie#stephen king#andy muschietti#the losers club#richie tozier#beverly marsh#bill denbrough#mike hanlon#stanley uris#ben hanscom#eddie kaspbrak#vines#incorrect losers#pennywise#henry bowers#beep beep james
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(About the Cash and Sugar ship) I’m deeply sorry all I can imagine is Cash outside Sugar’s window recreating that one vine. “I love you BITCH *guitar strum* I ain’t ever gonna stop loving you. BITCH *another guitar strum*”
He would do that to get sugar to look out the window, then he’ll sing an actual song. Sugar is both seduced and annoyed
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