#Allen Watts

[thecrumbcatcher]

STARDUST

What, indeed, is a crumb? We might think of it as merely a tiny piece of something larger, but let's explore this further. How small must a fragment become before we deem it a crumb? And if we take a crumb and split it, do we then possess two crumbs, or does it cease to be a crumb altogether? How many times can we divide a crumb before it is no longer recognizable as such?

Now, consider the act of reassembling these crumbs. Can one, through some cosmic alchemy, piece them back together into their original form, or have they become something entirely new, something that transcends their origin?

And if we look deeper, aren't we ourselves but a collection of cosmic crumbs—galactic dust gathered from the vast expanses of the universe? Stardust crumbs, each of us. Our very existence woven from the fragments of stars long extinguished, the detritus of the cosmos brought together to form this intricate dance of life.

In this way, the humble crumb mirrors the nature of existence itself: fragmented, divided, and yet, somehow, eternally whole.

[hezigler]

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

MVP

Pairing: Tom Brady x Daughter!Reader, Gronk x Reader, Julian Edelman x Reader

Summary: As the daughter of Tom Brady, she has always been in the public eye—but now, she's stepping into her own spotlight. A chart-topping musician and the most sought-after woman in the NFL world, every player wants a chance with her, but she’s focused on something bigger: headlining the Super Bowl Halftime Show. On Dudes on Dudes with Gronk and Edelman, she opens up about her new rock album, growing up in the NFL, and the relentless rumors surrounding her love life.

She knew stepping onto Dudes on Dudes podcast would be an event, but she didn’t expect the intro to be this ridiculous.

"Alright, people! We have the most sought-after guest in NFL history—" Gronk bellows into the mic.

"The legend herself, the icon, the one every single NFL player is losing sleep over—" Edelman chimes in.

She shakes her head, laughing. "Y’all are ridiculous."

Gronk grins. "But are we wrong? I mean, come on, half the league has gone on record saying you’re their dream girl."

"And the other half is just too scared to admit it," Edelman adds.

She sighs, sarcastically. "Should I start charging them for wasting my time in interviews?"

The guys erupt in laughter. "Honestly? Might be the smartest business move you could make," Gronk says.

The conversation shifts to her music. "Alright, so let’s talk about this album," Edelman leans forward. "You went full rock star mode—what inspired the sound?"

She leans back, considering. "Honestly? I just wanted to make something that felt real to me. No filters, no expectations—just raw, loud, and unapologetic. I grew up in a world of structure and pressure, so this album was my way of breaking out of that."

"And it slaps," Gronk says. "I’ve been blasting it in the gym. I think I set a new personal record the other day because of track three."

"That’s ‘Maybe (Live),’ right?" Edelman asks. "I knew that one was gonna hit."

She nods. "Yeah, that one’s about longing, regret, and the hope of reconcilliation. It expresses a deep sorrow and a desperate with to undo past mistakes. Very deep Gronk."

"Speaking of desperate," Gronk smirks, "How does it feel knowing every single NFL rookie is hoping they run into you at a game?"

"Oh my god," She laughs, rolling her eyes. "I mean, it’s flattering? But I don’t really think about it. They're just a bunch of horndogs anyways."

"So you’re saying there’s zero chance for any of them?" Edelman teases.

She grins. "I’m saying I decide when and if there’s a chance. And right now? I’ve got a halftime show to prepare for."

"Respect," Gronk says, nodding. "But just know… the entire league is still gonna shoot their shot."

"Let ‘em try," she smirks. "I like watching them sweat."

Gronk suddenly claps his hands together. "Alright, we gotta do this. We’ve seen the debates, we’ve heard the rumors, and now we need answers. It’s time for… Rate That Quarterback!"

Edelman cackles. "Oh, this is gonna be good. We’ve got a lineup of NFL’s finest, and we need you to rank them on pure attractiveness. No football skills, no contracts, just vibes."

She groans, shaking her head. "Oh my God, you two are impossible."

"It’s the content the people want!" Gronk insists. "C’mon, first up—we got Joe Burrow."

She rolls her eyes but smirks. "Okay, I’ll give Joe an 8.5. He’s got that cool confidence, and people say he dresses well but I don't think he does. He knows he’s good-looking, he knows he's Joe Shiesty, which takes him down a little."

"Ooooh, Burrow loses points for self-awareness," Edelman laughs. "Alright, next—Josh Allen."

She hums, thinking. "Josh is a solid 9. He’s got the big, goofy golden retriever energy, and he has a pistacio farm, I respect it. Plus, he’s tall."

Gronk shakes his head. "Brady’s gonna kill us for this."

"Next up, TJ Watt," Edelman continues, rubbing his hands together.

She smirks. "TJ gets a 9.5. Dude looks like he could throw me over his shoulder and walk through fire, and that's the kind of energy I need in my life."

Gronk pretends to wipe a tear. "I’m so proud of you for saying that."

Edelman pulls up another picture. "Okay, last one—Dalton Kincaid and Dawson Knox. You gotta rate them as a duo."

"What are they testicle left and right?" She bursts out laughing. "Fine. Together, they’re an 8. But if they keep sending me Bills merch trying to get me to go to a game, they might move up."

Gronk and Edelman are howling with laughter by now. "NFL Twitter is gonna explode after this," Edelman says, shaking his head. "We might’ve just ruined the locker rooms."

She grins, leaning back. "Well, that’s their problem, not mine."

"Alright, we gotta ask—what’s your favorite NFL or Super Bowl memory with your dad?"

She leans back, a nostalgic smile crossing her face. "Oh man, there’s so many. But if I had to pick one? It has to be Super Bowl LI. I was on the verge of a panic attack the whole game and I ended up on the sidelines when the Pats pulled off that historic comeback against the Falcons. The energy in that stadium? Unreal. And after the game, my dad found me in the chaos, hugged me, and said, ‘Told you never to count us out.’ I’ll never forget that."

Gronk grins. "That’s a good one. I remember seeing you running around on the field after, looking like the happiest kid in the world."

She nods. "Yeah, it was surreal. But honestly, some of my favorite memories aren’t even on game day. It’s the little things—like throwing the ball around in the backyard, or sitting in the team box watching him do what he does best. I grew up in this world, but those moments made it feel personal."

Edelman smirks. "Okay, but real talk—who gave better post-game speeches, your dad or Coach Belichick?"

She laughs. "Oh, my dad, hands down. Belichick is legendary, but let’s be real—he’s not giving us emotional monologues. My dad, though? He knows how to fire people up."

Gronk nods. "Respect. Alright, we’ll let you off the hook—for now."

Edelman leans in with a smirk. "Alright, but what about us? What’s your favorite memory with me and Gronk? And be honest—we know we were probably a nightmare at some point."

She laughs, shaking her head. "Oh, absolutely. But I think my favorite memory has to be one of those team parties after a win. Gronk, you were leading some ridiculous dance-off, and Jules, you were trying to teach me how to trash-talk properly. My dad was just standing there, shaking his head."

Gronk claps his hands. "That’s right! And don’t forget—you crushed it. Future Hall of Fame-level trash talker."

Edelman laughs. "She learned from the best."

Gronk raises an eyebrow. "Alright, real talk—how hard is it dating now, with the entire NFL openly thirsting after you?"

She groans. "Oh my God, it’s exhausting. It’s like I can’t go anywhere without someone bringing it up. My DMs? A disaster zone. Every game I go to, there’s at least three guys trying to shoot their shot."

"And?" Edelman presses, grinning. "Any prospects?"

She smirks. "Well I can't kiss and tell."

Gronk leans back, whistling. "Man, she’s keeping the league on their toes. I respect it."

The podcast ends in laughter, but as the cameras stop rolling, she knows the headlines will be everywhere by morning.

[xandersrailcrash]

is a tillow/fuffy edit to Wallflower from WATT too niche......

[simbelmyne20niniel]

CLASSIC ROCK BOOKMARKERS PART 19: DRUMMERS

ALL THE PARTS

[cowboycereal]

listened to the watt cast album again and it’s like coming home <3

[emisirrelevant]

54 Below once again giving me a reason to post more We Are The Tigers content haha.

WE ARE THE TIGERS MENTION IN 2024 RAAAAHHHH

[beheadedcousins]

tigers mention from preston!

[thewhizzyhead]

I know the reunion concert was literally just 2 days ago but my bros my guys my dudes I miss WATT so so much and I really do want this show Actually Revived because I miss my cheerleaders, pma's stories and music are fucking great and I wanna hear more, watt has so much room for improvement, and I wanna see watt thrive aaaaaaaa

[the-football-chick]

Your quarterbacks are not safe around these dudes.

IG: nfl

[fictionalfish]

i would like to thank Preston Max Allen for writing the songs that were basically my anthem when I was 14/15...maybe I should have been getting help, but I had angsty gay cheerleader musical instead and i turned out fineeee

[xandersrailcrash]

TIME OUT TEAM! QUICK PSA

i miss my girlfriend.

[da-riya]

After a year back home I'm certain to say living in Germany for 3 months has made me worse

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have An Affair to Remember 1957

[deathisreborn]

"Clown" (2014). Dir. Jon Watts.

[cindyslesbian]

idk if its just my brain being delusional & thinking that there was one, but was there ever a watt wikifandom?