#Yelawolf and me

[4scrubs]

How do you go to sleep at night

If I'm not the one sleeping with you

[struwwelzeter]

Does anyone want to talk about this album with me?! Please? Just throwing this into the void in the hopes that anyone on tumblr knows who Yelawolf is 😩

[dippedanddripped]

Yelawolf – New Me (Official Music Video)

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[beautifult999]

My violin freestyle I played and recorded to Yelawolf

[secretlysamcro]

“Till it’s gone”🐦‍⬛

Yelawolf

Played: Season 7, Episode 2

Female reader x Jax Teller

Little one shots based on my fav songs from SOA

💀slight violence, slight smut,swearing, adultery - If you’re under the age of 18, haven’t finished the show or dislike any of said topics, please read no further.

“Damn it, y/n, it’s not that easy!” Jax’s voice echoes through the confined space of the van that’s currently parked in your usual location - a secluded area of a underground parking lot, frustration and anger lingering in the air as he turns to look at you.

Jax’s words were heavy…growing increasingly frustrated with your need to ask the same question over and over.

Jax isn’t a stupid man, he’s fully aware that cheating on Tara is wrong, but he also knows that leading you on is just as bad.

He found himself in this constant vortex of wanting -no, needing to end things with you but forever being unable.

“I’m not a fool Jax, there’s no need to pretend” you shake your head in disbelief laughing slightly. “I know I’m just your escape when things get bad at home”

“Then why bother asking y/n?” Jax growled, his voice rumbling, he displays his anger by punching the steering wheel, the sound of his ‘SO’ and ‘NS’ rings clanking against the wheel breaking the deafening silence.

“Become a man jax!” You say mockingly “handle your own for once” you knew your words would do nothing more than stir the rage that had already risen.

Jax’s struggle to contain the bubbling anger was evident as his eyes darkened with intensity. Grabbing your face. He forcefully turns your head to meet those darkened ocean eyes, refusing you the chance to look away.

“Watch your damn mouth y/n” he warned his tone sounding possessive.

Reluctantly, you pull your face away. Fighting back tears, recognising Jax’s temper. Even though you’d experienced little glimpses of his aggression during your secret intimate moments, you’ve never witnessed it out of that context - not directed at you anyway.

“I’m fucking sick of this Jax…you only ever call me when you want to get your dick wet, other than that I don’t hear from you”. Your voice quivers slightly, Jax can almost hear the anger and hurt. “I ain’t the stepping stone to be stepping on Jax, you need to sort your marriage out and leave me out of this…I ain’t nobody’s crutch”.

Jax’s gaze remains fixed forward, avoiding eye contact. He fidgets restlessly whilst sat in the drivers seat, running his fingers through his hair and adjusting his kutte. “Ain’t much I can do” Jax lets out a deep sigh, sounding uncharacteristically less confident, his voice tinged with a hint of defeat. “Unless you’re looking to check out”. Jax finally made eye contact with you again, his gaze locking with yours. The weight of his unspoken thoughts lingered behind the intense stare.

Despite knowing (whether he’d admit it or not) that Jax was only using you as a way to release his pent up stress from his marriage, the thought of bringing an end to this intimate arrangement left you feeling strangely saddened.

Deep down, you knew it was for the best. Staying in contact with Jax who’s only been using your pussy as comfort, isn’t fair on you. You’ve already been putting your life on hold for him, to be there for him, to comfort him, falling for him… when to him, you were just a warm place to seek pleasure without the weight of emotional connection.

“I guess I’ll never be the needle in the haystack that you finally found” your words echoing a previous conversation shared between the two of you where you both confessed a wish to have met under different circumstances.

Jax remained completely silent, nervously biting down on his lips as he starts the engine. His rough hand moving to rest on the back of the seat you currently occupied as he begins to reverse out of the parking lot. He refrains from speaking, keeping his pristine white air force 1’s on the gas pedal driving directly to your house.

Jax silently brings the van to a stop as he pulls up to where you live, switching off the engine whilst his lips remained sealed. The air between you both growing thick with tension.

You waited a brief moment, hoping for him to break the silence and say something, but as the seconds ticked by and his stubbornness persisted, the realisation had settled in that Jax had no intentions to speak.

Pulling yourself together, you take a deep breath and then clear your throat softly… “Well you know what they say Jax…”

He doesn’t utter a single word, but his eyes shift in your direction silently waiting to hear what it is you have to say.

“You never know what you’ve got till it’s gone”

With your final words spoken, you step out of the van. Forcefully closing the door behind you. Without even acknowledging Jax, your footsteps disappear into the night as you make your way to the entrance of your home. The conversation still lingering heavily in the thoughts of you both.

💀gifs, photos & music do not belong to me.

🖤I’m honestly enjoying writing again so much! It’s like a way to destress from my real life. I also have my first request! So I will be getting to that asap (thank you anon!)

When I used to write on here all those years ago trigger warnings etc weren’t really a thing so I apologise if I forget to mention something, or if I don’t apply the trigger warnings correctly.

Please feel free to submit requests! I’m currently writing for Jax Teller but will deffo do more SOA characters in the near future.

XOXO secretly samcro 🐦‍⬛

[dark-and-kawaii]

୨♡୧ 𝓣𝓪𝓰 𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮 ୨♡୧ ⊹₊ ⋆ ɴɪɴᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ⋆₊⊹

Tagged by @octarinecat @hydropyro @astarioffsimpmain @beeotis

♡ Thank you all for thinking of me ♡

Last Song | Listened to:

Currently Watching: Solo Leveling -it’s okay so far-

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy?: Sweet & Savory ♡ I will tear up if I eat anything spicy, RIP.

Relationship Status: Taken ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ both in real life and in my mind by Haarlep/Zevlor and Alastor -Hazbin Hotel-

Current Obsession: BG3! -totes obvi- …. & Hazbin Hotel. I want Alastor to wrap those pretty green chains around my nec- *clears throat* I mean- I love cheese…

Tagging: @eurydia ♡ @multi-fandom-imagine ♡ @msrhaxoz ♡ @reverieblondie ♡ @astarionposting ♡ @bloodlust-1 ♡ @theemptyislost ♡ @sassyandsodone ♡ @emahriel

[foxybossbitch]

Who’s tryna help me and my girl have a good time?? 🙏🙏💋💋💋💋💋. CONTENT WILL BE AVAILABLE TO YOU thanking you for your help!!. Cash app $MelDeHaven1978 🔥

[thatsrightice]

Top Gun References in Songs

Overwhelming - Jon Bellion

Yeah, she call me Goose, I call her Maverick 'cause of Top Gun

You write checks that my ass can't cash

Rowdy - Yelawolf

Top Gun, never run, b!tch, I'm Maverick on the bike

The Kids Aren't Alright - Fall Out Boy

Stuck in the jet wash

Need to Know - Doja Cat

We could do it to your favorite song, take a ride into the danger zone

Homemade Dynamite - Lorde

A couple rebel top gun pilots flying with nowhere to be

Top Gun - bbno$

I might be short like Tom, but I'm the Top Gun

[cositapreciosa]

You & Me

Gilbert 'Gilly' Lopez x gn!reader, (murder/dead body, nothing graphic tho, ptsd? hardships and hard time, vibes are Gilly's veteran's storyline in the show) the usual for the show, 2307 words

a/n : as DJ Khaled once said : another one. You & Me is a Yelawolf song that slaps so

A follow up of this one can be read part 1.2 here and part 2 here !

Tagging the people I won't stop bothering about this new blorbo obsession @narcolini @drabbles-mc

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx (do I have to add this for Mayans too or? Plz don't kiss people who shot people? You get it.)

You hadn’t seen him in months, not before you had seen him again at Jacob's birthday party at least, it had been weeks since then. You knew he wouldn’t be mad that you came knocking, found his address the only way you knew how, like the good old days. You were always closest to him, throughout it all, recruits, being shipped out, Mosul, coming back in pieces after everything. You had tried to stay close with them at the beginning, fix the pieces of the puzzle, go to those forced mental-health meetings the army thought were necessary, birthdays or nights out on the town. Even so, it always felt like too much. Too much noise, too many people, too many questions about everything that kept you awake at night. Too many pieces that couldn’t be put back like the others could. You just couldn’t see them as much after that, after you had realized they reminded you every day about what was wrong with you, what you couldn’t fix. You had missed him, of course, oh so much, but every time you stayed too long it felt like you were dragging them all down with you.

You knock on the door, knuckles on the paint. You know it is probably a bad thing, coming unannounced in the middle of the night, but you can’t seem to care. Before you could realize it, you had driven your car to his street, slowing down to read the numbers on the door, finally stopping in front of it. It’s a quaint building, with a nice white door, windows on each side. It didn’t look how you had imagined it and you had, so many times, wished to leave whatever shit show you had gotten yourself into this time. Run back to him. You don’t understand how you managed to escape one hell, only to get yourself trapped in another so quickly. So many hours spent training, fighting for your life, only to fall for a goddamn-

He opens the door, chain pulling between the frames. The porch is dark, barely lit, but you can see the surprise on his face, the confusion as your name falls from his lips. Guilt builds in your chest, panic clawing at your throat.

‘’ Hey, Gil. ‘’

It’s all you can manage, a small smile tugging at your lips, a peace offering. You know you don’t have to explain, that he understands, clearly you are not showing up this late for a beer and a chat. He moves behind the opened door, probably tucking in his waistband whatever gun he had snatched on his way to investigate the noise. He tugs the chain off, opening the door wider this time. You can see him looking around the street, ensuring it is only you and him. You feel like you can’t breathe like you are doing something you shouldn’t, even though you know this is precisely what you should be doing.

‘’ Are you alright? How did you get my… ‘’ You can hear the concern in his voice, see the confusion on his face as he trails off. His beard is shorter than the last time you had seen him, trimmed around the edges. You probably woke him up, you realize.

‘’ Are you doubting my skills now, ranger? ‘’

You want it to sound like a joke, you really do, but it lands flat, your voice is hoarse, tired, adrenaline wearing off. If he noticed it, he doesn’t tell you. He is not pushing you away, yet, and tonight, for the first time, you feel like you can really let your guard down. You take a deep breath, a shaky one, a sad one.

‘’ I hope I didn’t wake you. ‘’ Your voice is small, vulnerable. ‘’ I- ‘’

I need your help. It hurts to say it, to even think about it, and you can’t get the words out. They get stuck in your throat with all the sorry’s you owe him, the apologies you never gave him. His eyes are soft on you, deep brown eyes that always made you feel at home. That is when he notices it, the blood on your bottom lip, a straight cut, already swollen and purple where the fist had hit. His shoulders push back, finally awake, and you know he is ready to fight. You can tell his arms are tensing underneath his shirt, you can see how hard his gaze has become.

‘’ Who did this to you? ‘’

He takes a step towards you, towering over you, his hand moving your jaw to the side to try and see it better in the low light.

‘’ I took care of it, ‘’ You sigh. ‘’, but I need a favour. A big one, Gil. ‘’

You hesitate to tell him, to ask him to do this with you, for you. You know what he has been doing since he got back, joining the not-so-legal motorcycle club. Something about it being the closest it felt to being back in the field. It had been your lives for so long, breathing it, fighting for it, day and night, every second of it.

‘’ Tell me. ‘’

You can smell the detergent from his clothes, taste on your tongue what is left of the cigarette he had before bed. His hand is warm against your cheek, a nice contrast from the cold night. His thumb is caressing beneath your jaw, where the skin hasn’t bruised yet, and you can’t recall the last time you had been touched like this, slow, meaningful. You had missed this, him.

You take a quick look in the dark living room, past his shoulder, maybe he is not alone like you originally thought. You know Rae and Jacob haven’t been staying at their home lately, and Paul had told you that she had stayed a couple of nights at Gil’s. They must still be in the house when he gently presses you a few steps back, closing the door behind him. You really want to believe that it’s because of them, that he does this to keep their minds at ease, not to worry them about what mess you got yourself into this time. You don’t want to believe it might be because of someone else, that maybe he has someone now, someone he didn’t tell you about. He speaks again, gently coaxing it out of you.

‘’ You’re good, I got you. Tell me. ‘’

‘’ I took care of it, ‘’ You continue. Of him. ‘’ He’s in the trunk. ‘’

‘’ He’s in the what, now? ‘’

His hand falls from your jaw, landing in a strong grip where your neck meets the shoulder. It is not meant to hurt, and it doesn’t, you know it is mostly to keep you here, keep you from running away like you usually do. You know he would never let you deal with this on your own, you can’t turn around now, you have to face this.

‘’ I put him in the- ‘’

‘’ The trunk, yeah, I got that. ‘’

You swallow, and it doesn’t feel natural, like your muscles are clenching too hard to make the action happen. You bring a gentle hand to his forearm, taking in the heat that immediately covers your fingertips, the softness of the black shirt under your palm. You look back at him.

‘’ He deserved it, I swear. Gil, I- ‘’ Fuck.

You know there are tears in your eyes, you can’t help it. This whole thing makes you feel like a child, like you just got back from Iraq. You had always been able to be vulnerable with him, he would listen and listen until you had nothing to say anymore, nothing left to cry. A warm hand on your back, fingers in your hair.

‘’ Hey. I’ll take care of this. I know he did. ‘’

You know he doesn’t get it today, he couldn’t possibly, but you let him say it, let it justify your action, the blood that is still drying under your nails.

‘’ Let me make a few calls, okay? ‘’

You nod. You trust him, utterly and completely, with your safety, your life.

And so the both of you wait, seated shoulder to shoulder on the stairs of his porch. Gil's hand is warm on your knee, caressing the skin that peeks out of your distressed jeans. He wants you to stop bouncing your leg, you know it, it has always bothered him, how your stress showed up in micro-movements. You're making me nervous, ranger.

They come for your car fifteen minutes later, all leather cuts, no motorcycles and a single van. Coco, he tells you his name as he asks for your car keys. When you give it to him with a shaking hand, he tells you that everything is going to be fine, they'll take care of it. You believe him, you believe him because you trust Gil and he trusts them, but still, it feels like you are imposing, even when you know they have probably done this many times before.

Coco looks at Gil, a silent conversation you are not a part of, he notices his hand on your thigh, your busted lip.

‘’ We’re taking care of this, cariño. You're safe now. ‘’ Coco tells you.

You want to believe him, you really do. They leave after that, one car following the other, your secret with them. Yours and Gil's and theirs.

‘’ Don’t make a habit of this. ‘’

Gil’s eyes are back on you. He is joking, and it's funny, you laugh, but it doesn't come out like you want, choked in the throat.

‘’ I'm sorry, Gil. I know we haven't been talking much lately. I- ’’

He stops you, a large hand pressing the skin of your thigh.

‘’ Stop it. Whatever you need, you call, I'll answer. ‘’

You sigh and you allow your head to fall to his shoulder. You can’t remember the last time you had been this close, but it feels like you never left, a random night in a world where none of this would have happened. You thank him because there are no other words to make this right. You want to tell him that you owe him, that you will repent until this debt is paid, until he says you did enough to earn it back. His nose is in your hair and you can feel his chest move up and down with every breath. It had never been about that with him, he always took what you gave, broken pieces, burning ashes, wrapping it all up and giving it back to you fixed. You don’t remember when you started crying, silently sobbing against his arm, but he doesn’t mention it. He holds you, caressing your back with a hand, bringing you closer with the other one.

‘’ Stay with me tonight. ‘’ He whispers in your hair, ‘’ I won’t be able to sleep if you don’t. ‘’

That makes you cry harder. Deep inside of you, something is being fixed, an old war wound that had been buried for so long. I will, you tell him, just for tonight.

He doesn’t believe you, he knows you will get up from the bed the second he falls asleep, take your car that now smells like bleach and citrus, and ride out into the morning, away from him once again. When he rolls to your side of the bed in the morning, finding it cold and empty, he knew he was right. He was used to it, of course, a weird, silent arrangement between you two, that you would never be able to stay put for too long, but today, it hurts, pains him in a way it had never before.

‘’ ‘morning. ‘’

You pass the bathroom door that connects directly to his bedroom. Your hair is still damp from the shower, wearing a new set of his clothes on your back. He doesn’t say it back, he can’t, not when he suddenly doesn’t remember how to breathe, not when he can’t believe you actually stayed the night this time. You are here, and he is staring, he can’t look away.

‘’ I hope I didn’t wake you up. ‘’ You begin, ‘’ I just really wanted a shower, and then I heard Jacob in the kitchen, I… ‘’

You stop then, and he can tell that you have realized too, what he is thinking, why his eyes can leave your form. You try to speak again and explain, anything, but it doesn’t come out. Maybe there is no reason why today you chose to stay, out of all the others you could have. He can hear Rae in the living room, the sound of pans and the french toast that is being cooked in the kitchen. You silently walk to his side of the bed, offering him your hand. You smell like his soap and fresh coffee. He takes a deep breath as he reaches up for your palm, fingers lacing with your own as you finally swallow the lump in your throat.

‘’ Just for today then, yeah? ‘’

Your eyes are soft when he looks up, your smile meeting his own, already bright, unable to stop it from hurting his cheeks. Of course, he says, just for today. As many as you would like.

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

“if there is a hell, you might want to go there for a little r&r after a tour on pandora.”

Avatar (2009) / Avatar: The Way of Water (2022) / “Sympathy for the Devil,” The Rolling Stones / “Does the devil come in many forms?” Quora / “To Bear The Devil,” Kris Kristofferson / “Me Against The Devil,” The Relentless / “Ashes,” Stellar / American Horror Story, (2011-ongoing) / “The road to hell is paved with good intentions,” English Club / “Me and the Devil,” Soap & Skin / “Dance with the Devil,” Breaking Benjamin / “Devil Devil,” Milck / “The Devil Comes Back to Georgia,” Charlie Daniels and Mark O'Connor / “Devil in My Veins,” Yelawolf

[st4rfckerz]

Ok I will teach you songs too.

Sam Monroe loves Marilyn Manson so I have to mention 3 from him

1.Angel with the scabbed wings

2.Long hard road out of hell

3.Para-noir

“We’re in this together now” by NIN is still one of the best love songs of all time, and it would not be fumbled by Sam.

And then he’d like “vermillion” part 1 and 2 from slipknot.

And “tear away” by drowning pool

And we cannot forget his favorite “Vulcan” from snake river conspiracy (their version of love song too, if he has a girl)

“Sober” by tool

“coming undone” from Korn,

as well as “mud shovel” from Staind.

And finally “Dead V” by nightcall and dreamhour

YOU MUST LISTEN TO ANY OF THESE YOU HAVE NOT HEARD, and tell me your opinions on them. Do you agree? Disagree? Need an explanation for any of them?

James Kelly would listen to “catfish billy” by yelawolf, “smile back” by Mac Miller and anything by Eminem since he lived in Detroit. He’d also dig juicewrld

Scott Barringer was back in the early 2000s which means he’d be into Limp Bizkit, Bloodhound Gang, linkin park, and DMX. (He’d secretly like Garbage too)

Anakin would like dubstep, and it would annoy obiwan and padme, but Ahsoka would be into it. I think he’d really be into electronic music, rock, rap and some classical music padme showed him. When he went to the dark side, he never listened to music again

oh my god i've listened to a good handful of these ESPECIALLY GARBAGE I LOVE THEM SM

when i got asked about james i was contemplating putting eminem but i just didn't because i secretly can't stand him 🧍‍♀️but it still fits him, i'm just stubborn.

and i 100% agree that scott would listen to limp bizkit it just fits so well.

[velvetvexations]

all your anons are about discourse. how've you been l8ley? do any cool crafts? play any fun games? hear any good albums?

I do get some anons about other things and it's always very appreciated <3 I like people showing an interest in me!

I've been better since being sick, able to get back to working on various things. I continue to chip away at my novel and my novella made it to a second round of submissions.

I got Mullet Mad Jack from commission surplus (I made sure everyone who bought something knew that I had reached my goal already) but only got to beat it once on one of the lower difficulties before my laptop overheated enough to shut down. That made me sad because it was indisputably one of the best games I've ever played, but at least I got that run. It's even more heartbreaking because despite having played it slightly over Steam's usual limit for refunds the people who made it still approved my "what the hell, I need money more often than not so I ought to try" refund request. Like, damn, thanks yall, I loved your game, I'm sorry.

As for music, I've been thinking about listening to more Taylor Swift because of that Miquella video. Other than that not too much new, but I've been listening to Hamilton (because The Reynolds Pamphlet makes me think of Kipperlilly Copperkettle now lol) and Yelawolf (because "Daddy's Lambo" is so so a particular OC of mine).

[doyourememberrocknrollradio]

Yelawolf - You and Me ("Mayans M.C." TV Series)

[olvaheiner]

Yelawolf - New Me (2024)