#Reb 🖤

[call-sign-shark]

Do you plan on paying the rent because you’ve been living rent free in my mind for a while, Reb. 🥲 I swear I can’t believe it but, at the same time, I’m ecstatic and it reassures me in my final choice! And I really appreciate that you’ve been considerate. Thank you angel, I’m so excited 🖤

Can’t help to drop this

Ramble about Heaven’s fc and potential change under the cut. Feel free to ignore. Spoiler, there’s a wild Tommy Shelby at the end.

Note: Heaven is the MC in Heaven in Your Eyes and Echo of Shadows.

Tagging: @zablife @brummiereader @cillmequick @justrainandcoffee

As you most of you know, finding a satisfying fc is frustrating and it stands even truer when the character has uncommon features as well as a precise vision tied to them. While Heaven’s first fc used to work, she has undergone too much plastic surgeries and got a bit too bimbo to do the trick. Moreover, she has little pictures and no gif.

Lately, I’ve been using Emilia Clarke as Daenerys and tho it is relatively fitting her face is far too round and sweet to represent Heaven. It works well for the GoT AU in terms of aesthetic but Emilia lacks that coldness, threatening and ethereal aspect. She seems too sympathetic and cute. Plus… Her hair is often too wavy and, since it’s wig, it’s impossible to find modern pics of her with long white eyes, which is frustrating.

Heaven, as a character, was mostly created around a lethal grace, slavic traits, ethereal vibe and an icy beauty aesthetic almost eerie. With that being said, I’ve been hesitating on using a FC for quite a while so Imma just drop shit here

HYE readers are about to scream

[jackdahmer]

Me and my boyfriend in a cutesy silly way I love my boyfriend guysh ❤️🖤 my reb

[saintflint]

@siiraj2024 reached out to me personally & asked for my support in sharing their campaign to aid siraj’s family’s safety & survival.

as of right now, their situation is still dire, with only 429 donations towards rebuilding their destroyed home.

if you cannot support at this time, please share. 🇵🇸🖤 this campaign has already been vetted ✅ & the original posts can still be found @siiraj2024

[wizardofrozz]

✨️ROZZ!✨️

I humbly request a First Kiss prompt for SAWBONES.

Both of these seemed like they'd be great for him, so feel free to pick which one gives inspiration or mix the two or whatever you feel like:

*the first initial kiss being a simple peck, then they immediately go back in for a stronger, more passionate one.

* taller gently grasping the shorter's chin

I readily admit I am feral for your grumpy medic OC. 💅

Through the Darkness

OC Sergeant Sawbones x jedi!reader (gn)

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: mention of war, mention of claustrophobia, violence, reader is said to be shorter than the clones, slight angst

A/N: I'm alive lmao work has been kicking my ass but I finally had a few days off and managed to get some writing done. After this, I also have a Fox fic that's ready to post 😈

Thank you for the request Reb and I'm sorry it took so long 🫂 🖤

Silence hangs in the air, your labored breathing deafening as you inch through the tunnel. Another mortar hits the rockface, knocking another cloud of dust loose, and you're forced to cover your mouth and nose to chase off a coughing fit. You can feel him lingering behind you, stopping when you do but saying nothing; even if you weren't trying to stay quiet, you wouldn't expect him to have anything to say anyway. 

Sawbones leans forward, the empty visor of his helmet tilting toward your face. Even through the barrier, you can sense the question: are you okay? You wait for the tickling in your sinuses to fade before you nod, noting how his shoulders seem to drop slightly. Without thinking, you nearly give in to the urge to take a deep breath but clench your teeth at the last second, settling for another shallow inhale before you take another step down the narrow tunnel. Sawbones inches along behind you, his quiet breathing filling the small space. 

The buzz of battle ebbs and flows, but you can't tell if it's coming from in front of you or behind you. You ended up stuck in this tunnel after an explosion caused a rock slide, and Sawbones, the trooper standing near you, yanked you off your feet. One side of the tunnel, the side where the rest of the wolfpack and your fellow master, Plo Koon, are still fighting, is mostly blocked, leaving you and the medic only one exit. Glancing over your shoulder, you catch a glimpse of Sawbones matching your steps as he walks backward, his rifle never lowering.

Most of your time during the war has been spent battalion hopping, a Jedi general without a squad, and so far, the 104th is your favorite place to spend your time. However, you refuse to admit why. 

Sawbones taps your bicep. 

A shiver races down your arm, fingers tightening around your unlit saber as you turn to face him. Every clone stands almost a head taller than you, but something about being this close to Sawbones, his height forcing you to tilt your head back, makes your stomach somersault. He nods toward the bend in the tunnel, his fingers gently curling around your arm, and you let him direct you out of his way. It isn't until he approaches the opening that you realize what he's doing.

Sawbones freezes, his head turning to look at you when you grab his elbow and stop him from stepping into the entryway.

"What're you doing?" you hiss. Your voice sounds too loud after the silence you've been moving in for some time, but you shake off the worry and stare into his dark visor. 

"Checkin'," he replies just as quietly. The modulator in his helmet makes it sound staticky, almost inhuman, but there's still a hint of his natural voice and you find comfort in it. Logically, someone should check that the coast is clear, but the fact that he automatically assumes it has to be him is what makes your stomach turn. 

"I can do it." 

Sawbones tilts his head, and you can imagine the narrow-eyed look on his face; the thought almost makes you smile. He tries to reach for you, but you side-step, staying just out of his reach. The action is immediately followed by a frustrated growl that bounces off the walls curving over your head. 

It's empty, blessedly empty, and your knees wobble for a moment. It's easy to put on a brave face, to act like fear isn't eating you alive, but the relief that rocks you is a little harder to hide. You glance up when Sawbones moves to your side, his faceplate still looking down the long tunnel. 

"That was stupid." 

"Not to me," you counter lightly with a shrug. The only response you get is a quiet scoff. Your mouth twists to the side to hide your smirk, but the way Sawbones shakes his head tells you that it was a failed attempt. 

"Come on," Sawbones huffs, lightly nudging your shoulder.

Pebbles bounce off the narrow walls as you start forward again. It's hard to tell if it's an illusion or if the walls are closing in, the walkway tapering. Sawbones moves from your side to walk behind you, making your fear spike. Are you walking into a dead end? Are you trapped inside a mountain?

Rough fabric brushes against your arm, snapping you out of those spiraling thoughts with a soft gasp. His fingers linger on your arm, the touch grounding as you steady your breathing, clearing your mind of the fear starting to seep through your shields. 

You've never been claustrophobic before, but you've also never been trapped inside a mountain, hoping the other end of this tunnel isn't blocked, too. It's probably not the best problem to worry about at the moment when your chest feels like it's going to cave in on itself. The grip on your arm tightens, drawing your eyes up to the dark visor.

Your reflection looks as panicked as you feel. 

"We should keep moving," you force out. Embarrassment burns high in your cheeks at how frail your voice sounds, and before Sawbones can mention it, you step away from him. 

Thankfully, the tunnel makes a sharp turn, widening again. 

***

Time is a funny thing without having the sun as a gauge, and you try not to pester the medic stuck with you too much about what the readout on his HUD says. 

The muffled thud of explosions subsided roughly an hour earlier, but you don't stop walking until the tunnel opens into a cavern large enough to make a small camp. Sawbones doesn't object, merely disappearing back the way you came for a few minutes before joining you again.

Doing a double take, your lashes flutter when you look up at him from your seat on the uneven ground, taken aback by the dark eyes staring back at you. Sawbones looks weary, his mouth drawn into a thin line under his unkempt mustache. 

It hits you just how exhausted he must be after days of fighting, followed by trudging through a dank, stuffy tunnel with you as company. Your expression twists into a mixture of sympathy and guilt, but it only seems to make his features harden. 

The crinkle of the ration bar landing in your lap makes you jump, and by the time you look back up, Saw's already turning away to set his rifle against the cavern walls. Releasing a long sigh, you look down at the ration bar in your hand again, and a small smile lifts the corner of your mouth when you note that it's your favorite flavor.

Favorite flavor or not, the ration bar is still chalky, and you call the canteen of water closer with the aid of the Force. The soft scuff of boots to your left draws your attention, and you find Sawbones lowering himself to the floor beside you. The cavern *is* small, but when he finally settles, long legs stretched out in front of him, there's no denying he's sitting closer than necessary. 

Your stomach flips pleasantly, forcing you to hide a smile with another drink of water. 

The silence is comfortable - it usually is with Sawbones - and you let yourself reach for the Force to soothe the tension still needling at you. 

"We're almost out." 

The sound of his voice jerks you back to the dusty little cavern. When you twist to the side, he's not looking at you; his attention is fixated on a piece of ration bar he broke off. 

"What?" 

You almost laugh at the hard warning look he throws your way. If you were certain other Jedi generals, maybe you would've reprimanded him; your soft spot for this specific medic probably doesn't help, either. 

Lowering your voice, you find his eyes again. "If we're so close, why the hells would we stop?" 

"Do you feel better?" 

The question catches you off guard, and you blink at him. Now that you have considered it, you do feel better: the pounding in your temples has subsided, and it doesn't feel like your limbs weigh a thousand pounds. 

"We haven't stopped walkin' since the landslide, and you haven't eaten since yesterday," Sawbones points out, looking back down at his ration bar. "No clue what we'll run into out there. Seems like a waste to make it this far only to die at the finish line."

"Oh."

You've been so focused on getting out that you weren't even thinking about what waits on the other side of the mountain. Coms have been static for hours, and for all you know, the rest of the Wolfpack could've been ordered to retreat. When you glance at Sawbones again, his expression seems to have softened - well, softened for him - and not for the first time, you find yourself grateful to have been trapped with him of all people.

"Eat," he murmurs, tossing a piece of ration bar into his mouth to make a point.

***

Darkness seeps into the mouth of the tunnel, and from where you're standing, you can see a few stars twinkling in the night sky. Sawbones' presence over your shoulder is grounding, and despite the danger that could be waiting just a few feet away, you find yourself pondering how quiet his mind is. Carefully, you reach out, your caress brushing against beskar walls that rival your own; Sawbones shifts, rumbling deep in his chest. Right, not the time.

He follows your lead, following your footsteps without making a sound, which is impressive with his armor. The Force brushes past you like a river moving around a rock, and you only find tranquility. The reassurance is what has you stepping through the archway, and the fresh air fills your lungs, almost making you dizzy. 

Nothing. There's no clank of metal feet or tinny voices calling attention to you. There's only silence. You nearly stumble back into Sawbones as the relief hits you like a ton of bricks. 

"Read ya loud and clear, commander."

You tilt your head to look up at Sawbones. His helmet is already angled down, and even if you can't see his face, the tone of his voice is enough to assume he's feeling the same relief you are. Clipping your saber to your belt again, you wait out the rest of the conversation as the tension in your muscles finally starts to melt away, and you tilt your head back to look up at the stars.

"They set up camp not far from here." His unfiltered voice draws your eyes down again. The exhaustion still lingers in the lines of his face, but there's a ghost of a smile on his lips. 

Maybe it's your full-body exhaustion or the realization that you aren't going to die, but you can't stop yourself from admiring him. This close, you can see the faint wrinkles around his eyes and the thin patch of hair on his left cheek that struggles to grow. For one single moment, you let yourself pretend you're not a Jedi, that you aren't in the middle of an active warzone, or that you shouldn't want this. Your chest aches with the emotional turmoil, but you can't deny the attraction. 

Sawbones goes rigid, and if you weren't shocked yourself, you would've laughed at the muffled surprise that makes it through his shields. The kiss is brief, your lips barely brushing his before you pull away, wide-eyed and shocked at your own boldness. He blinks at you, and the only indication that you have caught him off guard is how his brows arch upward. 

Your surprise morphs into horror now that your mind is clearing, keenly aware of what you just did. Stumbling back a step, you worry that your heart might explode with how hard it's hammering against the inside of your ribs, and you immediately start to spiral again. The panic welling up in the center of your chest blinds you to everything else around you. The clatter of a helmet hitting the ground is lost in the chaos of your thoughts. 

Then, every worry is ripped from your mind. 

Sawbones gently cradles your face, a stark contrast to the urgency with which he kisses you. Your eyes shoot open, nearly bugging out of your head, but you aren't strong enough to fight the draw you feel toward him, which seems to be stronger than ever. Melting into the kiss, you throw your arms around his shoulders as your lips part. 

Heat blooms under your skin when he releases your face to grip your hips, pulling your body flush against the unforgiving plastoid covering his body. Maker above, why hadn't you done this ages ago? 

The first brush of his tongue against yours draws a soft, involuntary moan from deep in your chest. The answering growl Sawbones muffles against your lips is downright sinful, and right then, you decide you need more. 

If you hadn't heard the faint roar of a speeder engine, you would've taken whatever he offered right there in the dirt. 

Sawbones huffs softly, the exhale brushing against your lips, and you consider dragging him back into the tunnel you had been so desperate to escape. 

He lingers a little longer, almost too long, before breaking away with another deep sigh just before the speeder comes into view. Quickly, you straighten your robes, hoping to look less disheveled and like you hadn't just kissed the sergeant like your life depended on it. 

The speeder starts to slow, Wolffe and Comet's armor sharpening as they get closer, but you can’t resist one last glance at Sawbones. He pauses before sliding his helmet on, dark eyes flaying you open with a single look. 

"Find me after the debrief," he says before putting on his helmet and turning to greet his brothers. 

Your throat clicks as you swallow. Yeah, death is the only thing keeping you from that meeting.

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[call-sign-shark]

Wooooow Reb what a wonderful tribute to these wonderful and strong women! I have to confess that looking at them all together with such a bright smile made me feel both proud and incredibly happy. This is a safe haven but definitely breathtaking world we are creating and for me they are all canon 🖤 That picture of Heaven smiling is adorable — I love how her smile is measured but genuinely amused. As for Tina…. YOU DID A GREAT JOB!!! Do you know who the girl is by any chance? Because she could do the trick!!

Thank you again babe 🖤

International Women’s Day

I made a little something for our wonderful women for the International Women’s Day. I probably forgot someone cause I did this last minute and I’m so sorry in advance! My lovely mutuals, I hope you like this💛

Additional note for @call-sign-shark: since Tina doesn’t have a FC, I went with someone who might represent her, I hope it’s alright🤍

Below the cut are the credits for the OCs in order

Nina belongs to me

Lucy belongs to @mischievouslittlecreature

Aveline belongs to @justrainandcoffee

Aurora belongs to @zablife

Tina belongs to @call-sign-shark

Eva belongs to @evita-shelby

Rose belongs to @/justrainandcoffee

Celia belongs to @runnning-outof-time

Heaven belongs to @/call-sign-shark

Evelyn belongs to @shelbydelrey

Emilia belongs to @cillmequick

Irene belongs to @/zablife

[evita-shelby]

Hi Juli! A three-word prompt for Eva’s birthday party: It’s witchful thinking

I think “it’s” may count as two words, not one😅 but I found this expression somewhere and it made me giggle, and I thought it would suit Eva!

omg i love it 🖤 thanks for the request Reb

witch-ful thinking

There was no such thing as impossible for this woman.

There were, but it is easy to forget Eva’s magic has limits when she can do shit like engineer a situation where she can befriend Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon and ensure Section D will never bother them again.

How could they when Eva has joined the circle of the future Queen Consort of England, and their children are now playmates to the future Queen Elizabeth II? Hard to get rid of the person who has the House of Windsor eating out of her hand, wouldn’t it?

They aren’t monarchists, Eva could easily slice their throats as easily as she can kiss the princess’ cheek. They do not believe in the English Empire having a right to own the world and keep everyone under their boot, but what does that matter when they are the thing removing the sword hanging over your head?

But for that to be complete, they needed King George the Fifth and Queen Mary of Teck.

“And how do you hope to achieve that? Wishful thinking?” Tommy asks having no clue how she’d go from the new friend to the Duchess of York to the woman who handles the Queen’s investments.

“It’s witch-ful thinking, mi vida, very different from what you said. Just watch” the witch dismissed his doubts with a daring smile.

[p0pp3t]

My dear friend,

Welcome, I hope you are well *Subject/Invitation to support me in rebuilding the house*

When the hope of returning home evaporates, and you become displaced and homeless without housing, for an open period, you feel that all your energy has been exhausted, and terrifying nightmares begin to dominate your mind.

I worked long hours and borrowed a lot to complete the house, and I am not happy with it yet. Now all I have is the tent, in which I will stay until an unknown date. My children are living in a state of despair and loss, and how difficult it is to stand in front of them when you are unable to provide them with food, drink, and housing.

My goal now is to rebuild the house, and I am very far from the goal that is a dream for us, so how difficult it is to become homeless indefinitely.

You can help in the following ways:

1. Provide support and share the last 5 posts on my page.

2. Writing a post about my campaign.

3. Send the campaign link to your friends and family via mail or other social networking sites.

4. Post the question on your page as it is.

The campaign is documented by Nabulsi✅

Accept my greetings🌹

Note: Please contact me via messages if necessary

https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-sirajs-family-in-rebuilding-their-home

hi siraj, thanks so much for reaching out 💐

siraj’s campaign is #219 on @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein’s vetted gaza evacuation fundraiser list. please share their fundraiser and donate anything you can

❤️🖤🤍💚

[dickarchivist]

Send this to all your favourite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃🖤

Cozy pumpkin blanket for you Reb ♡♡♡♡♡

PUMPKIN!!!!!!

[effelants]

Thank you effe for tagging me in the WIP game! 🖤 I have also come to be a nosy little bean and inquire about either [The Heart of the Underdark] or [Splat], whichever one you'd rather give us a sneak peek of 👀

Ahhhhh, thank you so much for asking, Reb!! <3<3<3 The Heart of the Underdark is a write-up of a personal quest I'm writing for my Tav-turned-companion-OC Vierna Do'Urden, and Splat is a terribly titled fic of the first kiss between between said Vierna Do'Urden and @anderstrevelyan's Dark Urge, Valas DeVir.

I suppose I shall share few excerpts of the latter, and so, I give to you, the incredibly unromantically titled Splat:

[...] insert some more exposition here [...]

(I'm so not normal about them, by the way.)

[sweetxvicky19]

Feeling the good vibes ❤️🎆🫂

Desde hace más de 4 años no e tenido la vida que e querido, ni e deseado, tanto así que todos estos años e sentido que e perdido años de vida, y momentos importantes de mi.

Gracias a dios había conocido distracciones o mejor dicho hobby’s que me mantenían ocupada, sin pensar que en ese momento podía estar en una escuela (si eran las 9 de la mañana), aprendiendo cosas nuevas, con un profe que no le preste atención, pero, que yo agarré sol, vida y pueda convivir con personas de mi edad.

Entre esos hobby’s está el mundo de twitch y los creadores de contenido, lleno de muchas comunidades muy bonitas; empeze con el que ya conocía más de YT el grandioso Auron(🤍), realmente en esos momentos estaba apenas conociendo la plataforma y me había subscrito con prime, además estaba que veía stream en clases y estaba que intentaba ocultar a los demás que veía streams en vez de prestar atención a la materia que sea que estaban dando, pero sin importar disfrutaba de lo poco que podía ver; rebuscando y conociendo un poco de este mundo conocí a Reb, dure más de 5 meses viéndolo (😭🥺🫶🏻) el streamer que se ganaba mi corazón con sus cositas extrañas, me consideraba (y lo sigo haciendo) una trajeada de corazón (🥰), pero, por temas personales me cortaron la felicidad, tuve momentos hermosos con esa comunidad que tanto se critica, pero, que con todo y comentarios negativos (que son más que falsos) de gente externa, seguirá siendo mi feliz para siempre; después deje twitch y como estos momentos estaba a mitad de tórtola veía los resúmenes de Auron, entre esos conocí con quien me quedo de por vida Axo(🤍🖤🫂) con quien llevo conociendo más de dos años, con quien más e interactuando y compartiendo momentos lindos (🥺❤️), tuve mis cosas y siempre las tendré con esa bella comunidad, tengo fotos, videos y capturas, de años de estar con el loquito y nunca dejará de tener un puesto en mi cucharon <3

En fin la verdad me quejo y a la vez aprecio tener el tiempo de disfrutar de las pequeñas cosas de el día a día que llevo, pronto se me acabará, pero, no me arrepiento de aver vivido todo esto, personas de un país tan lejos de mi, que me hacen reír hasta llorar, quererlos sin conocerlos tan bien y que me hacen querer protegerlos y defenderlos a toda costa de la gente que los quiere lastimar o difamar.

En fin amo y siempre amere mi etapa en sus momentos bonitos que son hechos por extraños a través de una pantalla que me acompañan más de 5 horas al día…❤️☁️

[call-sign-shark]

Reb, I’m so delighted it made you laughed because still not recovering 🤣 Amos the cat really be like with everyone:

Tommy probably wished to drown him more than once because he’s is favorite target. I can almost hear him go full “YOU LITTLE FUCKER” and chasing him through all Arrow House.

And yeah, this grown ass and scary man has beef with a ✨kitten✨

But yeah, literally a twin in the form of a cat

Summary: When chaos proves to be a little ball of black fur.

Words: 450.

Note: Eva belongs to @evita-shelby. This comes from Heaven in your Eyes verse and inspired by Summon the Devil event.

Eva Shelby didn’t ask for trouble — she already had her fair share when she married a Shelby man. But when little Charlie gifted her a black kitten with murder in its eyes and a special hiss reserved just for her (though the little beast snarled at everything and everyone) she knew fate had a sense of humor.

It clawed her silk curtains. It bit her fingers. It pissed in Tommy’s boots. Knocked the whiskey glasses over and scratched everyone who tried to pet him. So, regarding how a pain in the ass it was, her son and herself named it Amos.

Not after a saint. Not even ironically. The name was a reference to that damn German Devil she cursed for just existing and who took a sick pleasure in angering her. The evil kitten and him were far too similar — elegant, insufferable, the animal just lacked a sharp-tongue made for hurting. And just like the man, the kitten seemed personally offended by the sole idea of Eva breathing.

“Here. I named him Amos. He’s a freaking self-sufficient asshole, just like you.” She said to him while almost shoving the kitten to his face the day he came to visit for political matters.

Heaven, freshly divorced from Arthur and not welcomed in Arrow if it wasn’t for Eva, obviously loved it and the feeling was surprisingly mutual. She’d parade the smug little purring beast around, cooing “Say hi to human Amos.” just to watch her soon-to-be-husband twitch behind his glass of wine.

And oh, he hated it.

While Eva disliked the animal, how she enjoyed Amos glaring at it was indescribable. She just lit a cigarette, side-eying the furball clawing her favorite chair, and said “Well. One hisses at me from across the room. The other does it using bigger words instead.”

And just like that, it seemed like karma got claws, attitude, and an ego far too big for his litter box.

As for human Amos, he wasn’t pleased. He knew something was wrong with the baby cat the second he had stepped into the Shelby household and seen it: a mischievous black kitten perched on the armrest like it owned the place, its cold eyes glaring at him and his tail flicking with judgment. The aura of violence and disdain that exuded from it felt familiar. Too familiar.

“Charlie named him. Isn’t that cute?” Eva added.

It was not cute. It was blasphemy, he thought.

Funny as it was, the kitten hated Eva and Tommy with so much fervor it seemed it had beef from a past life. Amos — the human one — would have felt smug about it if it weren’t for Heaven, who swooned over the feral little beast. She cradled the demon and dared say, “Who’s my favorite Amos? Not you, obviously,” before flashing him a grin that made his teeth grind.

One day, Amos the Cat even clawed him.

They all laughed.

He didn’t.

The cuts were so deep he bled for two days.

Following the accident, he tried to ignore the kitten each time he had to discuss with Tommy but it was a tedious task for Amos the Cat always tried to climb on some furniture to rise above him. Or sit across from him, staring unblinking, daring him to blink first.

And worst of all?

Sometimes, when no one was looking and Heaven was giving all her attention to it, he swore the little beast smirked at him.

[weikipedia]

Free space to scream about Winger because I'm not into them yet and have no idea what to ask specifically 🖤

Yay! I get to info dump my favourite band!

First I’ll start out by introducing the members! So the original 1988-1992 line up was this,

Rod Morgenstein -> drummer

Reb Beach -> Lead Guitar

Kip Winger -> Singer/bassist

Paul Taylor -> Keyboards/guitar

In 1992 Paul left because he was just bored of writing with Kip because they’d been playing together since 1986 in Alice cooper together. (No animosity)

So they replaced him John Roth, note he’s only a guitarist not Keyboardist.

This line up was short lived because “hair metal” went out of fashion and Winger had a big hate campaign against them because of bevis and butthead among other reasons so they desloved the band in 1994.

When they came back in the early 2000’s they pulled an iron maiden and kept Johnny while also bringing back Paul. Though note Paul didn’t play ALL shows, (he played in other bands had other projects, they all do btw). occasionally because of this Kip would play keyboards on the songs that required it and Johnny would play bass in place or they’d just have no bass. (You can see this in Winger Live from 2007).

Now Paul’s back full time and Johnny is still in the band though once again due to scheduling conflicts they sometimes have a replacement guy playing for Johnny. So the currently line up and the one from the early 2000’s has pretty much always been this with minor chances due to scheduling conflicts. They are actually one of the few bands to consistently play with all original members form the 80’s and they’re all like buddies so it’s nice.

Current day winger, and how they all look!

(If you want to know about the individual members just asks I’ll tell)

[anetteslife]

Trying to survive 🥺

Did you get used to the scene!!

Winter has come hard for us after displacement, oppression, and displacement. There is no good shelter to protect us from the cold, nor enough blankets or heavy clothes, after we lost everything in trying to survive with our lives.

My family consists of 23 people, 10 of whom are children. We were displaced without anything but the clothes we were wearing, and with the weather being cold at the moment, children and the elderly are almost freezing due to the cold.

I ask you to help me provide winter supplies, such as clothes and heavy blankets, for my family, which we cannot buy in light of the skyrocketing prices in Gaza. Remember my friend: “You must be a human being before you can be smart, rich, and educated. All things fall if your humanity falls.”

I beg you to protect my family from this danger and keep them alive.🙏

I'm at number 219 in the Google doc for Hussein and Nabulsi.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-sirajs-family-in-rebuilding-their-home

🇵🇸🖤💚🤍❤️🇵🇸

[call-sign-shark]

Hold on, I'm going to bash my head against the fucking wall. What the hell Reb, you didn't have to, it was supposed to be ME making gifts for y'all! 😭

You have no idea how much I adore this. The moodboard is breathtaking, the hues you've chosen are terribly haunting and creepy, which matches Heaven's aura perfectly. I am so fond of how the whole illustration echoes the sentence "made of frost and blood" (i see what you did with that picture of blood on snow hihi), which is one of the best descriptions of Hev I've ever read! The juxtaposition of Arthur and Amos sent chills down my spine and I'm not exaggerating! Moroever, I think it fits super well with the antlers pictures 'cause it reminds me how stags fight with their antlers to death for a female and it can get really gruesome. Also, kudos for the pictures of the hands which refers to the past coming back!

As for this line:

And fate is not something you can escape, for it’ll always find its way to you. Wherever you are.

This line. Reb. This damn line. Are you in my head? How is it? Do you think about paying the rent? Because it's mindblowing how accurate it is and how well it foreshadows what will happen in HYE.

Thank you so much for this wonderful gift I do not deserve but which made my heart burst with love.

edit: also considering how much I LOVE the association of Heaven and hunger (in case no one had noticed aha) I have to mention it here

She thought she had escaped from her past, that its icy claws could be replaced by the warmth of two gentle hands.

But she was made of frost and blood. It was not the heat of the fire she craved. It was not a gentle love that would satiate the gnawing pangs of her raw hunger.

And fate is not something you can escape, for it’ll always find its way to you.

Wherever you are.

A/N: made for @call-sign-shark ‘s HYE anniversary. I hope you like this little thing I made, Shark🤍

Heaven and Amos are Shark’s OCs. Go read her fics, you will not regret it.

[evita-shelby]

Hi Juli! For Eva:

If they had to hike up a mountain, what would their attitude be going up?

What is your OC’s go to dance move?

I love these Reb 🖤

She would be either all in (especially if its city boys like Luca who don't like the outdoors) or complaining about it. there is an in between but its when Jack is made to bring Gina with them and Gina is ruining the mood

i will reply in gif lol

[runnning-outof-time]

Send this to all your favorite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃

Thanks for sending the pumpkin train my way, Reb!! 💛