#Karengraham

[fqvoritism]

“true love is selfless. it is prepared to sacrifice.” 

karen sirko and daisy jones in daisy jones and the six, track 10

ps if this is still getting notes, check out @djatsappreciationweek !

[violet-bridgerton]

KAREN SIRKO and GRAHAM DUNNE

in Daisy Jones & The Six - Track 4: I Saw the Light

[dxrlinggxd]

thinking about how emila, daisybilly & karengraham are 3 different types of doomed love. all their relationships were stuck at different stages -- emila was unrequited. daisybilly was requited but they couldnt do anything about it. karengraham did do something about it. and at the end of it all these three relationships were why the band broke up

[olisgifs]

Honeys, I’m home!

[mayonele]

Uuuugh. They have my heart & soul 🙄

[femininomen0n]

DJATS APPRECIATION WEEK: DAY TWO favorite musical moment: karen and graham smiling at each other (twice) during "let me down easy"

[nanstgeorge]

I don't take shots I know I'll miss. I don't think you'll miss, Dunne.

[ofinkandust]

you're my morning sun

[cillianate]

JUNE GLOOM

pairing— warren rojas x fem!reader

content warnings— drugs, alcohol, language, mentions of cheating and abuse, reader is a songwriter, slight hints towards reader being caucasian, band member reader, any spanish I use may not be accurate, as I don't speak it fluently, if you catch any mistakes let me know!

genre— just a small fluffy drabble!

word count— 566 words, 2976 characters.

"I sat down, made a list of all the things I care about," sounded your voice from somewhere in the house. Warren, who had just woken up from his nap on the couch, had figured it may have been from a record. But he'd burnt through every song in the house, and he'd never heard this before.

"Think I mentioned 'Scott Street' and Springsteen," nobody else besides his girlfriend, you, was in the house. As he started to walk towards your shared room, which he believed was the source of the noise, he started to realize that it was, in fact, your voice he'd been hearing.

"And I wrote your name twice," finally, he knocked on the door of your room. A quiet fumbling and then a small voice could be heard, "It's open," it said.

There you were, in all your glory, sitting on your well made bed covered in colorful quilts and pillows, with a guitar in your hands.

"Mi vida, don't stop on my account. Is it alright if I stay? Listen for a while?" He said.

"Sure, honey. I don't mind," you said as you stood up and grabbed his soft yet calloused hands and dragged him closer to the bed.

He flopped down next to you, the bed shaking with him. His feet reached the ground and he rested his palms behind his head as if to cushion himself.

"Keep playing, woman! You're amazing," he spoke with the biggest smile on his face, "I've only ever heard you singing backup vocals, but damn, darlin'! You should be our frontman!" You blushed and giggled a small bit at his endless compliments. He had always been the funny type, you even thought he was joking when he confessed his feelings for you a few months back.

So, with your white cotton tank-top and shorts, you continued to sing and strum on your wooden guitar.

"I hate it, nothings changed at all since we were seventeen,

You could never keep your money, or hands off me,

And I still want you like that,

But I can't make a lover out of you unless you ask me to."

Of course, this song was not about Warren. You'd written it a year or so ago about a man you had been seeing for a while, but inevitably broke things off with. Warren had quite literally been your saving grace. You two were twin flames, two sides of the same coin.

You'd known him since you were young children, and of course, you had written your fair share of songs about him. You'd only play those when he was out of the house, though. You weren't sure you wanted him to hear your entire sappiness yet.

He watched you in awe, his eyes sometimes drifting from your face to your soft, slightly tanned arms. How he loved when you'd wrap them around his torso at all times of the day. He didn't need to be high to genuinely enjoy your company like he did with most people nowadays.

He sat up, resting his chin on his hand while his elbow rested on his criss-crossed knee, looking like an attentive kindergartener.

And as you strummed the last chord of the song on your guitar, he leaned forward to kiss your lips and said, "Play me another one, mi corazón."

SONG—JUNE GLOOM. alix page

[paceyjoeys]

DAISY JONES & THE SIX Track 9: “Feels Like The First Time”

[fqvoritism]

We’ve been screwing since the album sessions. In the studio, in the car, (Karen…) on this bus! You guys have just been too up your own fucking asses to notice.  ⤷ djats track 8

[loustatdivorce]

karen sirko putting the burn in slowburn

[galalaland]

at this point when everyone's busy taking daisy's or camila's side, just want to say that i don't care about anyone other than karen and graham. i don't care if they are endgame or not in the series, but when they are in the shot together, im happy.

[olisgifs]

Are you embarassed to be with me?

[harrytheehottie]

yeah they’re it for me

[femininomen0n]

my tummy hurts