#and i didnt even come up with him!! joe did!

[katiefratie]

Thinking about Leo being Immenient...... seeing him again is gonna mess me up so bad literally So much has changed for both him and georgie in the years it's been! I'm to so sold on the idea that while Georgie knows he's been doing bad shit she can talk him out of it. And that's so unfounded! But absolutely shes not gonna fight him/have a Really hard time doing so if it comes to that he's literally her childhood best friend! She can't hurt him! (All the hurt she caused by never reaching out dni)

[slocumjoe]

hey uhhh i went thru ur oc post history and u said gus set himself on fire?? pls context

I love this character because whenever someone asks about him I always have to take a deep breath and get comfortable and suck a breath in through my teeth. I treat him so poorly

More Gus lore, because that specific event is actually tied to the very first event that would fuck him up forever, so I can't really talk about it without going in depth.

This is explaining the core tenent of Augustijn's story, which is guilt and its dangers. Basically, where that constant guilt came from, and how it...turned out for him...

It turns out okay. Just...takes 200+ years, an apocalypse, a divorce, and his son dying! 🥳Yay🥳

Tw; Religious trauma, child abuse, suicide, drug use, cannibalism, mental illnesses, and yet another suicide attempt.

So, some background, Gus's mom, Emma, was a fanatic catholic and generally Bat Shit about religion. As you might imagine, this is the Direct Source of both Gus' questionable worldviews, traumas, and his biological inclination to uuuhhh bad Head Times.

Emma was raised mildly religious, but she...took to it too hard? Her family was not the cause of her obsession, Gus's grandparents and uncles/aunts over there actually cut her off at one point, because she was starting to worry them but reaching out led to her lashing out. So, they just...backed off. Emma herself was a simple, homebody woman, who wanted to be at home raising her kids, and tending her garden. She would have been this way even without the religious thing.

But Emma and her side of the family were prone to addiction, see? And religion became her point of fixation and obsession. This could have still been okay, if not for the church she went into. A catholic church in the Hague that was known by all for being kind of fucking out there, even by other hardcore Catholics. This was one she went into, and even her grandchild 240+ years later would feel the ripple of this decision.

Emma goes into church and gets gnarly ideas about how life works. Its a woman's duty to have kids and raise them, to be good to her husband and her house, to listen and obey her men. Sin is inevitable and everyone does it, only those that admit and accept punishment can get another chance at Paradise. God knows every action you take and he does not care for the context, he only cares about the action. There is no "well, but" under the Lord.

Emma has mental illness, some kind of depression and anxiety, so this Big Brother Watching And Judging fucked her up. Especially since her church, in particular, was physically abusive if you did not confess to anything during confession. They thought if you had nothing to confess, you were lying.

At this point, she's met and engaged to Theodore Reinier, a rich heir to a European manufacturing company. He's pretty, a gentleman, and best of all, rich, so she can have as big and luxurious a garden as she wants. She likes him. She does not love him. She's in her twenties and unmarried with no kids, and her poor family needs to be taken care of. So she marries him. Theodore is smart enough to see this for what it is, and kind enough to allow it. He lets his wife do her own thing and treats her as a friend, rather than a lover. She hates this, she wants to be a wife (she doesnt). She wants kids, he gives her one. Augustijn. This birth goes rough, and she's told no more children.

Theodore makes one rule; August goes to a different church, or he does not go at all. Theo really didn't like Emma's church and he certainly wasn't exposing his kid to that shit.

Emma pretends to agree and takes Gus to That Church. Theo doesn't attend, so he doesn't know this is happening until much later. Gus gets all the same nasty shit Emma does. Theo learns of this when he sees Gus covered in bruises from confession beatings. This puts a huge rift between him and Emma, and he pulls all the strings he can to have her church shut down.

Emma grows to resent and hate Theo and Augustijn for not being the perfect husband and child she deserves as a good, God fearing house wife. Augustijn is left to his nannies, Emma hides away in her private garden, fuming. Theodore tries to bond with his son, but Emma's poisoned that well.

Emma tells Augustijn about demons, to fear them. She specifically tells him about church grims, demons that hunt around churches in the form of a dog to drag sinners to hell. She says this as she's admiring her new obsidian dog statues for her garden.

Eventually, Emma goes yellow wallpaper and loses her mind, and is sent to therapy and put on medications. Augustijn loathes his father for his mother's state. Theodore just wants his friend and son okay. But Emma, as she's out in town, coming back from therapy, she stops at a friend's house while the friend isn't there, and hooks up with the woman's husband. Friend's husband was stern, strict with his wife, God fearing, and generally an obnoxious 50s ideal shithead husband. Everything Emma wanted. This wasn't out of nowhere, it was brewing in the background. She knew both of them from her old church.

Emma goes home, and finally having a reason for the guilt that's always plagued her, elects to acknowledge her sin. She drowns herself in the pond of her garden, stared down by three dark, ruby-eyed dogs, overseeing her passage into the afterlife. Her young son comes into the garden to meet his mother, after she's been gone all day, only to find her in a red pool. He looks up into the eyes of the dogs. He remembers nothing of this incident, blocking it out and having been too young to understand.

Years pass, and Augustijn turns to drugs as well, though his come from the darkest parts of the Hague, rather than a doctor. He turns to sex, to crime, to anything he thinks will either corrupt him so much he doesn't care, or will finally make his guilt feel justified. He wears his mother's cross necklace through it all, and sees her beloved dog with every sin.

Augustijn goes to America for college, to Harvard, studying to become a pastor himself. (This is maybe the most terrifying part of him, the fact that he almost got it). But he doesn't feel satisfied with it, has a moment of clarity and realizes he isn't fit to preach anything. The grim certainly doesn't think so. He instead follows his only friend, Isadora, into the military. The US government allowing their soldiers to do chems means his failed drug tests don't matter.

Augustijn becomes a sniper. He has always hurt people, excelled in it, but taking life frightens him, because he knows he has no right to decide who lives or dies, not like this. But he's in China, and he's told to kill. He does, and he's very good at it. His teammates marvel at just how scrappy and determined he is, like a weed, a mold.

The Biandukou Pass Incident occurs. He eats his entire team, trapped in a Chinese mountain range during a blizzard.

Delirious from almost two months of surviving on nothing but psycho and human flesh, Augustijn is let loose back into Boston, honorably discharged. His lingering hallucinations from his Daytripper addiction, mixed with psycho withdrawal, trauma, guilt, shame, the fear of God—everything culminates. He looks up and sees the figure that has haunted him since that one, awful day; the church grim, staring expectantly.

His mother drowned herself, so he thought it fitting if he set himself ablaze.

[81folklore]

dress - VETTEL

pairings: sebastian vettel x famous!reader (fc: taylor swift)

summary: its known that seb has been married for a few years now despite the public never seeing is wife, its also known that yn is in a committed relationship and has been since she disappeared from public eye. maybe they are more connected than people realise

authors note: i have had this idea on my mind for SO LONG so im very pleased to finally be writing it. essentially in this, yn is taylor and seb is joe but no one has ever seen him nor know his name, if that makes sense? honestly i have no clue how this will turn out but i needed to write it

authors note 2: this is set in the midnights era however i switched the songs a bit so ‘dress’ is on midnights instead of ‘sweet nothing’ and vice versa!! also ‘dress’ is going to be a single. i also apologize for how all over the place this is, especially the tweets

authors note 3: just pretend whatever says taylor swift says your name and the photos with her hands have a wedding ring!! i also got so confused when trying to screenshot the twitter stuff so the timeline ones are backwards

authors note 4??: haha didnt realise there was a 30 pic limit... pt 2 here :)

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yn on her story today, possibly posting song lyrics! thoughts?

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user3: NEW ERA INCOMING

user18: OH I AM SO READY FOR THIS

user13: NEW MUSIC NEW MUSIC

user66: is this hinting at her reputation era?

user13: i was just thinking this, more specifically the time just before reputation

user72: MUSIC ABOUT LOVER?? OH I AM SO HERE FOR IT

user55: if it is about lover and the time before reputation this will BREAK ME like,, HE SAW THE BEST IN HER EVEN IN HER WORST TIMES😭😭

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everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing about…

this album has been such a rewarding piece to create and im so glad that soon enough you will all be able to listen and enjoy it with me! one thing i love in particular about this album is the song ‘dress’

dress was originally a piece i started to write when making reputation however i felt it was right to keep it to myself, to keep it between my partner and i for a little while longer. however recently our lives have been changing for the better, and while that lid of privacy will still be on, i want to share more with you guys

you have all been on this journey with me and you have treated my partner and i with the upmost respect and for that i thank you. for me dress is a letter, its statement, its a declaration of my love for him and im very grateful to be able to give this to you all

this song is one im very proud of, i really enjoyed writing this the first time, and getting to revist and polish it up felt very special to do.

dress out now on all platforms🖤

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seb in suzuka with the grid at his turn 2 bee (insect) hotels,, we've missed seeing him at the track :(

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user3: of course the grid come together for him :’)

user5: im not crying!! just hay fever!!

user5: oh i have missed him SO MUCH

user7: NO BECAUSE YOU DONT GET IT HES BACK

user88: DID YOU GUYS SEE THE VIDEO OF HIM HUGGING CHARLES😭😭

user34: the way he was like a teacher throughout the whole thing😭

user18: does anyone know if hes staying the whole weekend or is it like monaco??

sebupdates: we believe hes staying the whole weekend but unsure if hes with a team or not!

user18: ok thank you :)

user77: the way the first thing lewis asked him was if his wife was okay, oh what if i cry😭😭

user66: im kind of new here, have the grid met sebs wife?

user77: i know they all at least know about her and know who she is, i dont think everyone has met her but i know lewis has met her quite a bit!!

part 2!

[imaginesig]

"Ditch the clowns, get the crown / Baby, I'm the one to beat"

Pt. 2 of “Can someone give a message to the smallest man who ever lived”

Lewis Hamilton x ex!reader (barely)

Joe Burrow x singer!reader

SMAU

What happened between the breakup and Y/n's release of "The Tortured Poets Department: Eros." Once again I stole this entire story line from Taylor Swift. The timeline doesn't line up perfectly with the original but I do what I want

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Yn_updates: after the drop of TTPD Y/n was seen at the Cincinnati’s Bengals game today!!

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user1: she rlly said, bye futbol and went back to her roots

user2 it’ll always be Y/n and her little drink against the world

user3 chat what is going on

user4 I need Twitter to get working on a timeline bc the breakup album just dropped, but we think her and Lewis might have been broken up for a while before she went on break, but now she’s writing for a new man who is possible on either the Bengals??

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yn_updates: Y/n at the last regular season Bengals game!

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user1 ugh why does her break have to end before playoffs!! I don't want her to miss any games!!

user3 same! I've enjoyed seeing her and her fits

user2 even if it didnt the Bengals aren't predicted to go far this year

user4 I NEED to know what's happening bc there is no way she just up and decided to attend football games this religously

user5 and they're not just any football games, Bengals games. she didnt even grow up a Bengals fan, she was raised a Titan's fan

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Yn_ln: Ugh South America!! Y’all are as beautiful as sparkling lights at midnight!! Big kisses to you all!! 🫶🫶

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user1 ahh best night of my life!!!

user2 she was so giddy and happy tonight

user3 im glad someone else noticed

user4 guys the surprise songs tonight where the first ones since the breakup about Lewis that she wasn't mad or sad

user5 was Lewis in attendance? Are my parents back together??

user6 nope, while Y/n was giggling her way through Delicate Lewis was attempting to overtake Lando in Italy

user7 we all see her smile right??

user8 I NEED to know who was behind it

user9 I've been searching but as of right now no one other than family and close friends were in the VIP tents

user10 when she sang it seemed like she directed it in one area of the crowd not the tents, so maybe this mystery person was on the floor

user11 normally I would call this theory crazy but people who were there said it was clear the second surprise song was clearly aimed at someone in the audience, but no ones been identified yet...

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joeyb_9: "You look like bad news, I gotta have you" or sum

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User12 HE DID NOT

user1 WHAT

user2 guys is this who I think it was

user3 my worlds just collided

lahya10_ great night- one for the books!

joeyb_9 you got that right

user4 OMG JOEY B AND J'MARR AT A Y/N CONCERT??

user5 im assuming we're all thinking the same thing...

user6 they were on the floor too, not in tents

user7 J'marr only posted a story about the night and didnt dress up, so it has to be Joe

user8 THE CAPTION HELLO

user9 brother thinks putting "or sum" makes it less obvious

user10 what if he's just a girl like us with hyper specific captions

user11 the fact that he dressed up on theme for the concert made him 10x hotter

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bengals: "It's been a long time coming..." 🏆

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user1 admin you aint slick 🤨

user2 AND THE BENGALS ARE SUPER BOWL CHAMPS WHOOO

user3 AHHH DID ANYONE ELSE SEE Y/N'S FACE AT THE END

user4 her face?? Babe I saw her whole body go flying up when they won!

user5 ugh she's a good luck charm across all sports

User6 but this time the man backed her up with his own skill…

User7 damn Y/n fans switch up quick

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joeyb_9: WE'RE CHAMPS BABY

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yn_ln so proud!!

joeyb_9 ♥️

lahjay10_ HELL YEAH BROTHER

joeyb_9 💪💪

teehiggins that’s how we do!!

joeyb_9 that's how we do 👏👏

User1 OMG HIM AND Y/N???

User2 their celebrations were adorable!!

user3 I’m glad after all the speculation they’ve made it official \

user4 He is not afraid of showing her off🥹

user5 it makes me so happy for her

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yn_ln: I'm with the winning team

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joeyb_9 so much better than a good luck charm ♥️

yn_ln ♥️♥️

user1 Lewis punching the air rn

user2 fr, she really called him a loser with the caption

user3 lmao I love shady Y/n

user4 HER AND JOE?? THATS THE CUTEST PIC EVER

user5 IKR

user6 THEY'VE BEEN PUBLIC FOR LIKE TWO SECONDS AND THEY ALREADY MAKE ME FEEL SO LONELY

user7 is she with the winning team or are they the winning team??

user8 y/n and Joe >>>

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Yn_ln: surprise!! "The Tortured Poets Department: Eros" out now!! This edition includes two new songs, "So High School" and "The Alchemy"

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Twitter post songs release:

Twitter first Paris show:

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yn_ln: Fuck me up *Paris*!!!

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user1 AHHH TTPD SET WAS INCREDIBLE

user2 ugh buying more tickets now bc I HAVE to see the new set

User3 all the symbols I CANT

User4 she looked so stunning

User5 I cannot y’all Joe was there!!!!

user6 I lost my mind at all their moments!! Hes so shameless unlike Lewis

User7 Paris was so lucky!!

user8 it was adorable to see Joe smiling and SINGING all throughout the show, including his songs/TTPD set

user9 ahhh the singing got me!!! her exes would never

user10 all the friendship bracelets her received and wore-- he was so cute

user11 I love that he has arms full and refused to relive himself of any!!

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joeyb_9: Baby, you're the one to beat ♥️

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@toldyouitwasamelodrama

@swifth0lic

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[tomsvouge]

Bad Idea Right?

Pairings: Ex!Joe burrow x Ex!Reader Warnings:Alcohol use, situationship, mentions of sex Summary- What happens when y/n gets a text message from someone in her past that her friends are not fond of? Her friends tell her not to go but it can’t be a bad idea…. right?

Who would have thought I would end the night with him, In his bed cuddled with him like we are together. Should I regret it? Probably. Do I regret it? Hell no! Have you seen this man he is literally a walking hercules and who am I to block an opportunity that I was given. Anyways, you may be asking, "y/n what the heck are you even talking about?". Well let's go back to earlier in the day where everything started.

My friends and I were talking about throwing a party and I couldn't be more excited. I needed something to get my mind off of him. Me and Joe are kinda rocky when it comes to a relationship. We broke up about two months ago. Usually when two people break up they dont talk to each other, buttttt me and Joe have been sneaking around for the past two weeks. No one knows about this, not my friends, not his friends just sneaking around like two teenagers. 

As we all sit on my couch we start talking about party details, y’know the time, who to invite the food, all that good boring stuff when out of nowhere melody says this.

“Well since we're talking about personal invites I don't think you should invite Joe y/n”- Melody 

“Why would I invite Joe? We're done. Over” I said lying through my teeth knowing that we were still hooking up.

“I'm just saying you seem to be tense each time you see him. Like that one time we were watching tv and his Bose ad came on. You looked like you saw a ghost.” She says laughing.

“I was Just shocked at his dance moves, I thought I taught him better when we took that dance class.” and that was true we did take a dance class but let's just say, Joeys not dancing for a while.

“I wasn't the worst i've seen but also not the best”- Kaylee says while  writing something down.

OK! Can we stop talking about my ex, kinda getting weird. 

“Ok but just know Joe Burrow is not allowed through these doors.” Melody says in a serious tone.

“Got it Not allowed through the doors.” I say looking at her. 

“I'll just let him in the backyard” I say in my head.

Getting ready for the party I put on my outfit and did my makeup. As I'm putting on my mascara I get a facetime. I look at the screen and immediately knew it was joe as his contact name is “LOSER NOT WORTH MENTIONING🩷” showed up. Reluctantly I picked up the phone.

“What?” I say in a aggravated tone 

“Well hello to you too” Joe says, rolling his eyes on the other side of the phone.

 “What are you doing?” he says, trying to change the vibe of the call.

Getting ready-i say in a sassy tone.

“For?”- Joe

“My party”-y/n

“And i didnt get an invite?” joe says with that cocky smile on his face 

“Didn't think you needed one considering we were not really together”- I say side eyeing him so hard you could feel it.

“Just because we're not together doesn't mean we cant be friends”- joe 

“If this is what you call just friends I would love to see what you do with people you hate.” i say laughing

“You know what i mean” - Joe

“Friends dont have sex nearly every night and talk to each other the way we do.”- y/n

“Well friends also don't hide things from each other” Joe says, placing the phone down so I could see him.

“I didn't invite you because you are not allowed to come, you are not exactly on my friend's good side right now.”- y/n

 My friend did not like Joeto much after the shit they had heard about him from endless phone calls to late night gossip sessions at the house. He didn't hurt me like cheat or anything. He is actually a nice guy but anyone who plays mind games and gaslights is a no no in my friend's book.

“Nothing new, I wasn't on their good side when we were together.”- Joe

“But since I can't come to you, how about you come to me?”- Joe 

“And why would I do that?” I genuinely asked because who was he to think I would leave my own party for him.

Because we can't get enough of each other no matter how hard we try we both know that we will all go back.

And Joe was right, no matter how hard I tried to move on, no one seemed to understand me like Joe does. He knows everything about me. He accepts me for who I am and vice versa. Still sad we didn't work out due to commitment and trust issues. I think when the time's right Joe and I will be perfect for eachother.

“Well I'll think about it.”- I say 

“Good, let me know when you decide.” - Joe

I was having the time of my life. My friends made sure I didn't even think about joe. So much that I forgot to even remind him if I was coming or not. 

In the middle of taking group shots I feel a vibrate coming from my hip.

LOSER NOT WORTH MENTIONING🩷- u still coming??

“Don't do it.”-Kaylee says, looking over my shoulder.

“Who said I was?”

“You didn't say that but the look on your face said otherwise.”

“Okay but would you pass up a chance to just go back to your ex for one night.” 

“One night more like two weeks but she didn't need to know that right now.”

“No I wouldn't, he cheated and I'll be damned if I go back to him just to disrespect myself again.”

“Well I won't if i will make you happy.”

“Good”

Okay sooo im going to his house. You guys may say I have little respect for myself but all the respect leaves my body when I see that man. You get in a room alone with Joe Burrow and see how long you last without being all over him. Plus, can't be that bad of an idea right?

With my luck the rain decided to pour harder and completely drench me. Rushing to my car I hopped in and started it. I quickly texted Joe back telling him I was on my way. Thankfully The drive from my house to joes is not that far at all. Getting out of the car rushing to get to the front door as the rain came down on me. When I kid you not to say this man is a QB he is not quick on his feet off the field. I literally took him forever to open the door. 

Walking in the house I'm immediately tackled into hugs and kisses . After a while pushing wavy from him I decided I needed to put my clothes somewhere because wet clothes just don't feel comfortable. 

Eventually me and Joe decided to chill on the couch and talk for a while. And lets just say after the talk and cuddles the door was locked to that bedroom and that's how we got to this morning 

I woke up to like a million texts from my friends asking me why I disappeared in the middle of the party and I just told them all that I didn't feel well and went up early to sleep. Looking over left I see Joe sleeping with his arms wrapped around me. Part of me felt bad for lying to my friends about going to sleep early but technically i did lie i said I was sleep I just didn't say where.

hey guys! I'm gonna try to start putting out more fics . I chose to do this as a fun hobby and I just don't want it to feel and chore or job but if you want to request fics you are welcome to do so 🩷

[thatstoomanysausages]

LOVE IS IN THE AIR FUCKINF APPARENTLY (Tomodachi Life):

- Why is Mumbo always the one to have overreactions to food man😭

- He just turned grey and melted into the floor because I gave him creamy stew

- Jizzie is not happening guys

- They are fighting and throwing shit at each other😭

- Joel went to apologise and Lizzie said “Hell nah😒😐”

- Joel just fell to his knees

- All he can think about is Lizzie😭

- Genuinely a whole ass rain cloud above him rn🙄

- I’m giving him a bowler hat to cheer him up. It didn’t work much

- He has a dress now

- Joel is singing a rock song now

- Big B is HEREE BABBYYYYYY

- Jimmy has had a fight with Pearl🧍‍♂️

- Why are these mfs so aggressive???

- I’ve given Jimmy a maid dress😋

- And an orange strawberry hat

- He looks so fucking goofy

- They made up thank god, I don’t know how Pearl kept a straight face with him standing there looking like an absolute knob

- TIMMY AND JOE HAVE LOVE ISSUES

- TIMMY FIRST

- I FORGOT HES IN A RELATIONSHIP WITJ JOEL

- HE WANTS TO PROPSE

- HOLY SHIT IM STRESSING

- He’s gonna do it in a maid dress and yellow strawberry hat💪💪

- I hate doing these😭😭😭

- I had to physically hold my fuckinf breath

- FUCK YEAHHHH

- honeymoon in China

- Guys I fucked that proposal up twice I only had one chance I was stressing😭😭

- JOE WENT TO FUCKINF SLEEP ARE YOU KIDDING ME ITS ONLY 9PM MOTHERFUCKER COME ONNNNNN😭😭😭😭

- Killing myself😐

- Guys why does Lizzie not have Scar as her best friend😟 DID THEY FIGHT WHAT

- SAME WITH SCAR

- SORRY GUYS LIZZIE AND SCAR BROKE UP💔💔💔💔💔WHAT I DIDNT EVEN KNOW THAT COULD HAPPEN

- Truly a fuckinf heartbreaking day for scar and Lizzie bestie truthers (me)☹️☹️☹️

- …weren’t Grian and X besties

- Now it’s X and Jimmy… huh? Am I stupid

- Oh wait no I’m dumb G’s bestie is Mumbo🔥🔥🔥

- No one panic😊

[throwbacktears]

people on here really don't like re-contextualizing midnights as a breakup album but. with "hits different", with the news of their breakup, and now finally "youre losing me", it just. it makes so much sense as a break-up album. and even if we didnt consider it as one at the time, i dont think there's anything wrong with coming to see it as one now. looking at it at all at face value, it just makes sense. even if some people might not want to hear that.

taylor has always said midnights is an album about choices - the ones we treasure, the ones we regret, the ones we mull over until the early morning.

lavender haze, given all that we now know, was clearly about taylor trying to keep her head in the clouds -- blissful ignorance -- a la "lavendar haze" -- when its apprarent theres a big elephant in the room. i always found it interesting that whenever she referred to her and joe's relationship, she fixated a lot on when they first got together, and he was there for her when no one else was. its almost like that was her anchor and justification to stay with him anyway, despite the (now-implied) emotional neglect that was actually going on, despite the multiple breaks they've supposedly have had to take over the course of their relationship. she just wants to stay in that time period where everything was perfect, when everything was still rosy, in that "lavendar haze".

bejeweled -- the idea that, even though someone wants to keep her a secret, and dim her light in the process, it wont stop her from shining, and she cant help it. and if theyre not willing to let her shine, something has got to give. the idea of her being kept to the basement, by this person, when she just wants "the penthouse of your heart".

the same themes in bejeweled of doing all the extra credit, just to get graded on a curve, to youre losing me, where "i give all my best me's, my endless empathy, and all i did was bleed"

maybe calling midnights a breakup album is too reductive, since not all the songs refer to her and joe's relationship, and thus not every song is a breakup song. but to call midnights anything other than, at the very least, a melancholic, relationships-on-the-rocks (re: theme of staying up until midnight over decisions), break-up adjacent album, where its clear something has got to give, despite the good that they had - especially given the context we have now - is amiss.

like the wisdom that comes with looking back at her re-recordings with new eyes and revisiting those times knowing what she knows now, she also uses the theme of midnights to ponder her then-current problems. such as: do i have to lose the person that i love most, because nothing they are doing, and everything they have been doing, is not enough anymore?

[rapidwaterzzz]

Curse of Ability : Prologue

Flames and smoke consumed the alley way, not helping with the blurry vision he currently had. he was leaned against a wall of some sort. He was in agony, his side was throbbing

why did his side hurt so bad?

he moved his neck and heard a groan, was that him? he couldnt tell anymore, everything around him was spinning, and it felt like his senses were giving out. he pressed a hand to the aching on his abdomen, nothing was on his hand as he pulled away. He only noticed the purple and blue markings painting his side.

when did that happen? he couldnt remember. his head hurt. why did his head hurt to?

something bad happened, what couldve possibly happened

“ETHO!…….DOC HELP I CANT _____ __” was all he could make out from the yelling. what happened to etho? he squinted and peered in the direction the noise was coming from. he saw a green-ish figure trying to lift something off of who he assumed was etho‘s leg. ethos hair was stained red in the front. there was a taller fully green figure running over to the situation, helping move whatever it was off probably ethos leg. his head was pounding even harder now, the edges of his vision fading to a black. where was his help? where was everyone else? it hurts so bad, he wanted help.

a figure ran up to him, and was shouting something he couldnt make out. he had brown hair and yellow eyes, who was it. why wasnt his head working. his eyes were closing, he accepted his fate, to escape his bodies agony. everything faded to black as he gave up fighting to stay awake.

He woke up in a much nicer and quieter environment. he felt pillows and blankets surrounding him, the throbbing from earlier was now dulled down. he was slightly sitting up when he opened his eyes, he assumed whatever hospital bed he was in had a reclining feature. he took notice of the iv that was now dug into his hand, and the clean t shirt and shorts he was now dressed in, it felt nice. he took in his surroundings, there was a curtain in the room separating him from someone else, he was curious who was there but didn’t trust himself to move. the door creeped open, whoever it was coming in after realizing he was awake.

“Oh Grian! You’re awake, how are you feeling?” Xisuma exclaimed as he came in, quickly quieting his voice as he remembered whoever else was in the room.

“im good, what happened?” grian pondered to the older. X gave him a concerned look, then walked over to the laptop in the room, typing something on it.

“so you’re concussed, and have a broken rib or two. do you not remember the fight? against those empires people.” X questioned while checking grians heartrate. the empires people? it all came rushing back to him. smajor and the other empires people attacked hermitcraft.

“oh yea… whos on the other side of the curtain?” grian continued, raising his head slightly to look over.

“ etho, all your vitals are good, i do want you to stay here one more night just to make sure your okay.” X always was extra careful around injuries, he kept zed in this infirmary for 3 days over just a broken arm. grian didnt mind staying though, the bed was quite comfortable, and etho was here to keep him company!

wait

etho?

“what happened to him?” grian nervously asked, thinking the worst after the blur he remembered from last night. something was on top of him, and he remembered there was blood. oh god.

“oh, broken leg and he cracked his head open. joes about to hurt himself with all the healings hes done so ethos gonna be out of commission for a while.” x sighed peaking around the curtain. grian didnt know if he was happy or sad for etho, he was happy etho didnt have to go out risking his life, but he knew etho would hate staying behind.

why did they take on that fight

they KNEW they would lose

the empires kids were just rich kids spending there parents money to hurt others, specifically the hermits. why are they so evil, atleast they had actual parents, and werent dropped off to some community with other orphans. this sucked, he hated this

“are you alright?” x snapped grian out of his trance, grians eyes locking to xisuma.

“y-yea, just thinking” x had a reassuring smile, and walked over to push back the curtain, revealing ethos sleeping form. he looked beaten to shit, did he try to fight them all himself, my god. his leg was in a boot elevated on a stack of pillows, and gauze was wrapped around his head, with extra padding on the left of his forehead, other scrapes and bruises around his body. Grian tried to recollect what could’ve happened, which was quickly interrupted.

“Blumming hell X im not waiting any longer, did they die?” Joel slammed the door open, and immediately made eye contact with the startled X and grian. Etho started to stir, Joel almost immediately gaining an apologetic look on his face.

“Oops, my bad” he awkwardly laughed

“Joel! You woke him up!” X reprimanded the younger, Grian quietly watched. Joel didn’t look great, but he was in better condition than himself and etho by far. Joel was in a hoodie and sweatpants, his hair unkept, and there was some markings on Joels hands that he couldnt make out. a plethora of ows came from the other side of the room. the 3 looked over to be met with etho sitting up, staring right back at them.

“oh, etho, my bad” Joel scratched the back of his neck.

“Etho how are you feeling, well obviously well enough to sit up on your own” X walked over and put the bed’s recliner up, Etho carefully laying back onto it.

“Fine,so do i not get an explanation on why im in the infirmary in a boot and with something wrong with my head..” Etho squinted his eyes, looking inbetween his leg and X.

“The whole empires battle happened, you thought you had Pixl, and then he dropped a giant piece of metal that luckily, only messed up your ankle. Then i guess as you fell and cracked your head open?” X removed the gauze on ethos head, revealing a gash closed up with staples, quickly replacing the dressing, ouch.

“Damn dude, almost killed you, you look badass now!” Joel walked over and sat on the end of Ethos bed, facing grian.

“okay, can i leave?” Etho moved his elevated leg as carefully as possible, slowly swinging both of his legs over the edge of the bed, attempting to get up before X immediately pushed him back

“you think im going to let you leave 5 minutes after you got up? your concussed, and are down a leg, we have to figure out someone to temporarily live with you!” Etho dramatically rolled his eyes and sighed, getting back into place onto the bed.

“ I can live with him, trust me im great at helping the poor out” Joel announced to X, X shaking his head.

“Not with your hand situation, your not in a much better place, im still thinking about sending someone with you.” Joel folded in on himself, pulling the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands, now having a more serious, worried expression on his face.

“Actually, let me see how the marks look now” X walked up to Joel and took one his hands, revealing purplish- reddish lightning scars starting at his finger tips leading down to slightly past his wrist. Joels hands also had gained a tremor of sorts, Joel looked away embarrassed.

“What happened?” Grian questions, Joel looking even more uncomfortable, X let go of his hands and went to write something onto his laptop.

“He went a little to far with his lightning, and he has scarring now and a tremor. He’s never had this before I couldnt really tell you why its happened, Joel does it hurt to touch?” Joel sighed and touched one of the scars, wincing the slightest bit.

“I mean, a little bit, but im not a bitch i can take it” Joel laughed, covering his hands again with his hoodie.

“Yea, your gonna stay with impulse for a week.” X pulled out his communicator, typing a message to who he assumed was impulse.

“What, why!? Ive been fine this whole time, what changed??” Joel jumped up from the end of the bed, immediately challenging the temporary move.

“I don’t know if i trust you to not use your electricity or use your hands to much, so impulse can make sure you don’t hurt yourself more” X simply stated, making eye contact with Joel. He knew every hermit like the back of his hand, and he knew Joel didnt have an off switch, and knew he would just make his hands worse.

“And Etho, would you rather room with Beef or Doc for a bit?” X asked the other, Etho pondering for a bit, fiddling with his fingers.

“Uh, Beef, probably.” X nodded in response and typed something out on his communicator, presumably messaging beef about his new roommate.

“Also, you both are staying here overnight, cause of the concussions, i want to make sure they aren’t horrible. Etho i want to make sure you can atleast make it to the bathroom if i leave and it’s just you two. And you too grian.” X grabbed a pair of crutches from the corner of the room and motioned Etho to maneuver off the bed. He handed them to Etho, the younger getting onto his one good foot, and used the crutches to hobble to the bathroom door, and back.

“Grian now you” why did he have to prove he could walk, he was pretty much okay! Grian sat up, immediately remembering the broken ribs. He got up and walked to the bathroom door, a group of profanitys leaving his mouth in the process. He mad his way back, his ribs killing him with even breathing now, this sucked.

“Okay good, me and Joel are going to leave now, if you need anything at all don’t hesitate to call me! Goodnight!” He waved as he ushed Joel out the door, Joel still arguing his living situation. The door shut and the room stayed silent.

“So what now” Etho asked, looking at the shorter, finishing up messing with the straps on his boot.

“I don’t know, kind of tired i might just go to sleep.” Grian muttered, looking at the clock, it was 11:17 pm. He rustled himself into the bed to get comfier, before realizing the light was left on, he couldnt move, he was slready in agony.

“I got it” Etho spoke as if he read the youngers mind, fumbling with his crutches and making his way over to the lightswitch, flicking the light off. Grian mumbled his thanks and Etho got into bed, both of them quickly falling asleep.

[lukeevangelista]

I just need an imagine with joe paying for readers law school or something student loans are killing me

How about a blurb? I’m not in the mood for a full imagine, but I love this

idk if you wear glasses, if not, imagine theyre blue light glasses.

*************

“I don’t understand how you’re willing to go through all this school.” Joe said as he watched you flip through your notes, his eyes scanning your writing as you jerked the notebook back, trying to find the answers you needed. 

“Because I want to be able to support myself Joe.” You replied as you pushed your glasses back up your nose. 

“I can support you baby.” He said as he leaned closer to you. 

You placed your hand on his cheek, giving it a few small pats as you grinned at him, “I know you can, but you’re not going to.” 

“That’s what you think.” He smirked.

“But you’re not.” You said as you took your glasses off and closing your notebook, “I won’t let you. I need to be independent when it comes to this. If something ever happened between us, I don't want to not have anything.” You continued, “I need to be able to support myself.” 

“How are you even paying for this much school?” He asked after you finished your rant.

“Too much. I’m in debt up to my eyeballs.” You said as he frowned. 

**

Days had passed and you hadn't heard from Joe too much; well that was until he busted into your shared house, immediately hollering your name, a charming grin on his face as he held a small receipt in his pocket. He has came back from practice, as far as you knew, but you didnt know he had made a pit stop by the financial aid office on your college’s campus. 

“Hi baby.” He grinned as he leaned over the back of the couch, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“What has you in such a good mood?” You asked as he hopped over the back of the couch, landing on it with a thud.

“Just out of curiosity, are you able to see how much you owe on your loans?” He asked, knowing damn good and well you could. He was trying to provoke you to look them up.

“Uh- yeah. Why?” you did exactly what he wanted without him saying it as you went to your colleges website, signing into your account, “What the fuck?” You were star struck at the amount on the screen. 

Student Loans: $0

Payment Status: Paid in FULL

“Joesph Burrow, what the hell did you do?” 

He tossed the slightly crumpled receipt at you as you watched his grin become bigger. You grabbed the receipt, seeing the amount your student loans was for paid completely.

“You did not.” “I did.” He said, “It was the least I could do. You constantly take care of the house when I’m gone. You work as much as you can while being a full time law student. You deserve something and you deserve not to live in debt after you graduate.”

“You didnt have to.” You mumbled, “I can’t let you do this.”

“it’s too late.” He chuckled. 

“I will be paying you back.” You said. 

“No you won’t, but I know you're going to argue, so I’ll settle with you.” He said as he inched closer, his breath fanning on your face, “How about the money you were paying for your loans, you still in a savings account and well use that for our honeymoon?” He grinned.

“Honeymoon? Joe, we’re not even engaged.” You laughed. 

“I know, but I also know I want to marry you.” He said before pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Deal.” You murmured against his lips, “and good, because I want to marry you too.”

[weapon-xox]

YOU HAVE TO MAKE A PART 2 OF LOHAN MEETING THE X-MEN (maybe Logan and Wade end up joining so that Mary puppins can love in a mansion like she deserves or they don't whatever you want 😍)

so this turned into a lot of magneto and i didnt mean for it to but it just happened 💀 ill apologize again for the pacing, its not my strong suit, but please enjoy! 💕

Part 2 of Logan meets the X-Men!

It's been months now since Logan and Wade first showed up to the X-Mansion.

Logan wasn't sure why they kept going. In all honesty, Magneto really had Logan stressed out, and he was finding himself angry at Charles for keeping him around. He'd have to remind himself that, maybe this timelines Logan knew about this "partnership", and maybe he was okay with the arrangement, but the worst Wolverine was not.

...Unless he could be convinced otherwise, and Wade was trying his absolute hardest to get Logan on board. Dragging him along on trips to the school that Wade never used to make before, unless dragged there by Colossus, and if Logan didn't know any better he'd think Wade was trying to get Magnetos approval.

Doesn't he know how he can hurt me? Logan would think to himself, and Wade would just look at him and smile excitedly, unknowingly, excited to even be near one of his... Heros? Is that what Erik was to him? It left a sour taste in Logans mouth.

At some point during their visits, Logan couldn't exactly remember when it happened, they'd started joining the X-Men on missions. Just small ones, no giant robots or evil masterminds, just regular superhero joe things like stopping a robbery, or helping little old ladies across the street.

Not actually, it's just what it felt like to Wade.

The Wolverine had to admit, aside from the missions he defenitely didn't want to be apart of, but went along for Wades sake and to keep an eye on him, it's been nice. Seeing the faces of his old friends, who he'd once considered family and still mostly, but it was hard for him to not feel disconnected from the whole thing. The pair would only see the X-Men at least once a week for these missions, or if there wasn't one then just for a visit, on Wades behalf.

It was disorienting. Logan had told the merc that, one night in bed, Wades nose tucked into the crevice of a perfectly hairy and smelly armpit while a leg was tangeled between two muscular and equally as furry ones.

"What is?" Wade muttered sheepishly, unwilling to pull his face away from the comforting heat and smell of Logans body.

"This whole X-Men thing, bub. I don't like it. Goin' to the school, goin' on childrens missions. Comin' back home and havin' to dread goin' back every goddamn week. Doin' a quick mission, then coming back home to... This," meaning domestication. Without missing a beat, lifting his head enough to look Logan in the eye, he said,

"Why don't we just move in?"

And so they did. It was hard on everyone. Charles was kind, offered them a room, or seperate rooms, but Wade insisted on sharing. Logan was thankful. Wade had also talked a lot about Althea to Charles and Magneto, one of two acting as if he hadn't been listening to Wades ramblings all along but actually, it had been Erik who suggested moving Al into the school. Even Charles looked shocked, and Wade actually broke down crying because "he DOES care!"

And although the initial idea of moving into the school was Wades idea, the move had been the hardest on him. Wade and change did not mix well, uprooting all of his things and his way of living because, lets be honest, moving into the school meant Wade would have to be on his best behavior. Change certain aspects of himself, and that had Wade in a spiral of angry outbursts, which turned into a full on mental breakdown. Then he'd be manic, happy to "move out of this shithole" and "give our sweet, darling daughter (Mary Puppins) the life she deserves. That mansion is hers and no one can tell her otherwise."

After all was said and done, Logan and his new found family moved into the mansion, it... Actually did feel a little better.

Everyone loved Mary Puppins. She was disgusting, and putrid, but the students adored her. Snuck her treats or parts of their meals under the table, took her outside to the nice big yard for her to play. Wade always had an hawks eye on her but otherwise, she was loved and taken care of.

The teachers and some of the older students liked to gather around Althea to listen to her talk. She had a lot of stories, most ending in cocaine, but she managed to change the narrative to be a little more school friendly. Even Magneto would hang around, arms crossed and leaned against a wall, silent but always listening. He took a liking to Al, and sometimes Logan would see him guiding her through the large, winding halls, Al on his arm in a sly attempt to cop a feel, but their conversations sounded pleasant enough.

Logan didn't sense any ill intention, so he never kicked up a fuss. It also helped that Logan had walked in on Magneto one time before one of his classes, standing in front of the danger room. His cape was scooped up and tangled inside of the silky warmth had been miss Mary herself. She looked blissed out, gnarly tongue hung over the side of her maw and drooling all over him, eyes closed, Magneto whispering to her sweetly. As soon as he'd seen Logan he cleared his throat, stopped his sweet nothings, but never put Mary down until class had begun.

Logan ended up joining him for the class. They fought a good battle, their team (the students) had all worked well together, and afterwards Logan had met up with Wade and shoved him into their bedroom with a low growl, pumped full of adrenaline, and that's when Logan decided he really needed to be an X-Man again.

More months went on. Logan and Magneto, as it turns out, work really fucking well together. Logan had always let his old team use his body as a weapon, free to throw him where they needed to be, to claw and destroy, because he knew they still respected him as a person. But when Erik had suggested it the first time, Logan had been angry.

I knew there was an ulterior motive. He'll take control and destroy me, hurt me, and that will be it.

But Wade, bloodied and panting from battle, urged Logan to just let him do it. That Erik had given them no reason to not trust him, and Logan trusted Wade most, so he reluctantly agreed.

And it became a thing. A really useful thing, actually, and after every battle Magneto and Logan would look at each other, chests heaving and something powerful glimmering in their eyes with understanding. Wade would have been jealous if he wasn't always on the receiving end of Logans "affections", his way of relaxing after a good fight, to come down from the high of a victory.

For genuinely probably the first time since Wade and Logan had come around, Wade leaned over the counter in the kitchen in a pair of Wolverine boxers and an oversized flannel (courtesy of his honey badger) while munching groggily on a piece of toast, Magneto spoke to him.

"Mister Wilson, I- Oh. Please, put some clothes on." Wade looked down at himself with a bare, arched brow, then back at Magneto who just shook his head.

"Anyway," he drawled slowly, eyes averted from Wades body. "I want to... Thank you, for bringing Logan back to us. For being here with him. Having not only one, but two, nearly immortal-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there, tall, dark and intense. Don't you dare thank us for being your weapons, especially not Logan." Magneto shut his mouth, and Wade stood up straight, discarding his toast to the napkin he'd been using as a plate.

"He isn't your weapon. You better not even dare think of him that way, because no matter how much I want to climb inside of you," Erik made a disgusted face. "I won't hesistate to kill you for using him. We're here for him, not for me, not for you, or any of these losers.

"I know he needed this. To be an X-Man again, because it's what he knows. He's good at helping people, at killing, being a fucking animal. He deserves to have this, to let loose, and a team that loves him, but that's what this is- a team. Not 'let's throw Logan like a six point dart at our target and be done with him.' He feels a lot of guilt from his world that he just can't let go of. If you want to thank anyone, thank him, because it really was hell to get him here and I know it's taking a toll on that gorgeous head of his more and more everyday that he has to be around the people he feels he abandonded and got killed."

Wade left it at that with a sickingly sweet kiss to Eriks cheek, toast long forgotten on the counter as he left to find Logan, suddenly needing to hold his princess in his arms and tell him that everything would be alright.

Magneto stood in silence, stunned, took in every word Wade had said and flipped it over again and again in his brain, trying to make sense of it all, and when he finally did he nodded to himself with a new type of vigor.

He'd thank Logan, later. And Wade too, for real this time. Maybe he had been a tad insensitive, and if Logan noticed he hadn't said anything. Maybe Wade was just observant. But the Wolverine was just as much a team member as the rest of them, a part of their family, and Wade too. Not just weapons to use at their disposal just because they couldn't really die. If Erik wanted to gain their trust- Logans trust, to have him fully accept him as one of their own and understand his intentions were nothing but good, that he was trying so hard to be good, he'd just have to try harder.

And for Charles, Magneto was willing to do whatever it takes.

[likeadevils]

For context, Heather said Taylor was always writing lyrics and the one example she used was that one. Sitting next to her/near her on her jet while Taylor was writing down/humming lyrics and those lyrics eventually became part of '...Ready for It?' and she went 'I was there! I was there when she wrote that!' So I think Taylor was exploring the concept of dating in the public eye and then she had an even better focus on the song once she was with Joe and that's when it fully developed.

I do find it interesting. It's relatively early in the doc and when I heard I immediately needed to come to check on your blog lol.

(Harry did sing 'I don’t want to hear about him in these songs you continue to write. I was with you when you wrote that line.' So I don't think it would be crazy to think that songs can have multiple muses.)

oh yeah this makes total sense that she came up with some lyrics in 2015— taylor’s talked about having a ton of lyrics and voice notes that she can go through and pick from once she has a more specific concept for a song in mind. off the top of my head there’s

new york magazine in 2013

These days, Swift is thinking a lot about her next record. While on the Red tour, she’d been writing songs and stockpiling ideas: reams of lyrics, thousands of voice memos in her iPhone.

vogue 73 questions in 2016

(On what song took her the least amount of time to write): "Blank space, cause I'd written a lot of the lines down already in the year preceding the session"

taylor swift now listening party in 2016

(About Shake It Off): "The problem was, I had all these lyrics, and I didnt have, like... writing session was coming up and I'm just like "I'm not getting a melody, I'm dead, I don't know what I'm gonna do."

iheartradio reputation secret session in 2017

(About Dress): “This song was one of those things where like almost every line is something that I came up with like a year before, and then when I was writing the song I just cherry-picked, and I was like, “Like that, like that, like that, like that—”

(About New Year’s day): “There are two lines in this song that I had been saving for a long time for the right moment and I had picked them for this song, and I’m really excited about them. The first one is, ‘Please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere.’ And the other one is, ‘Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you.’”

artist on artist in 2020

“I have favorite words, like “elegies” and “epiphany” and “divorcée,” and just words that I think sound beautiful, and I have lists and lists of them.”

[sigelfire]

Rush question of the day: I just remembered that they actually first formed in 1968, but didn't release an album until 1974. Like... what did they do in all that time XD

But then again, you did say that Alex was the one who founded Rush, and Geddy and Neil came later, so maybe they were still struggling to get a proper line up?

Yes, they were school classmates and Geddy seemed to be the one with more money and gear, so they always asked him to lend them the amplifier and stuff, there were Alex Lifeson (guitar), John Rutsey (drums) and Jeff Jones (voice and bass).

There was a book with their history at one of the main sites dedicated to Rush. I don't remember quite well where, but this is what I remember from what I read several years ago. Eventually, Jeff, due to his difficulties in going to practice at Alex house, suggested Geddy as frontman. Geddy could write lyrics too, so it was better to have him in the band. They afterwards incorporated Lindy Young at keyboards and Ray Daniels as manager.

Ray influenced the boys telling Geddy wasn't suitable for the band and he was kicked out and replaced by Joe Perna.

Geddy started a blues band and sometimes he even helped Rush with lyrics... After a very bad performance of Rush, John called Geddy to tell him they were sorry and if he wanted to come back, and so Ged did. It was until then, 1972 that Rush got their original trio formation. Rutsey got to record their first album, but then, due to health problem (type 1 diabetes) and some musical differences, he left the band...

(wrote what I remembered, with the help of wikipedia for details... Hope my memory didnt betray me!)

[joeys-babe]

Someday We’ll Be Together

Chapter 6: Realizations

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(joe's pov)

yesterday, i came to a realization. the feelings i had for y/n back in college never truly went away. i didnt admit to y/n's mom that she was right that i still liked y/n, but in my head i knew she was right.

she's why i finally broke up with lexie. i knew she treated me like shit and still stayed with her, but y/n being there to comfort me just made me want to end things. i wanted my attention to just be on her after all the shit i did to her while we were living in different states.

that's why i'm so jealous of her and tee. i wanted to be in the spot he was in; i wanted to be taking her on dates, i wanted her to watch me at practice, and hang out with the other girls because she was with me.

now that i've excepted the fact that i still have feelings for her, i need to come up with a plan. this time im not gonna chicken out, im gonna confess to her what i've wanted to tell her for a very long time.

the first step in that direction is actually talking to her, because i haven't been doing that the past couple of days.

come over?

that's the first text i sent to y/n. i've been an unreasonable jerk to her the past couple days so i'd be surprised if she answered

why? you've been ignoring me and now you want to hang out?

fair enough.

i want to apologize. thought it'd be better in person.

i'll be over in ten.

thank god she's not mad enough to refuse to see me.

the next ten minutes seem to go on forever. i sat on my bed just staring at the ceiling and waiting for a knock on the door or a ring from the doorbell.

i picked up my phone to see that had been 11 minutes, and i lost hope until there was a knock on the door followed by the doorbell.

i practically sprinted down the stairs, through the living room, and up to the door.

i took a deep breath before i opened the door, she had a pissed off look on her face.

"hey" - joe

"hey" - you

"come in" - joe moved to the side and let you in

she sat down on the couch, i followed and sat a couple feet away from her.

it was silent for a few moments, i was trying to collect my thoughts and perfect my apology. when i was ready i cleared my throat, causing y/n to look at me.

"i'm really sorry y/n. i shouldn't have ignored you like that.." - joe

she scoffed at my apology, and that's when i realized this was going to be a lot harder than i thought.

"why'd you do that?" - you

"i- i was just kind of annoyed that you were going on a date with one of my teammates." - joe

"what's so wrong with me going on a date with your teammate? wouldn't you rather i like someone you know rather than someone you don't?" - you

"it's just that if it didn't work out between you too i don't want it to be awkward at practice and at games. it's my job, and i can't have stuff like that messing with it." - joe

"that's not a good excuse. i'm confused because you call me your best friend but you don't want me to be happy." - you

"i do want you to be happy-" - joe

"no you don't!" - you raised your voice

"don't yell at me." - joe

"i can do whatever the hell i want! including going on dates with your teammates!" - you

"i'm just trying to protect you y/n!" - joe

"says the guy that dated a girl that was using him for 6 months. you can't even protect yourself, let alone protect me!" - you

i stayed silent for a second, that was a really low blow.

"do what makes you happy, and if tee makes you happy then go date him. i dont care anymore!"

- joe stood up from the couch and started walking towards the stairs

"wait joe! im sorry i shouldn't have said that- that was uncalled for.." - you

i ignored her comment and kept walking up the stairs, so much for apologizing.

"joe don't walk away, im sorry.." - you

"y/n i asked you to come over here to apologize to you for being such a dick and instead you yelled at me and brought up my shitty ex that i'm trying to get over." - joe yelled from the top of the stage

"i know, and i'm sorry." - you

i didn't reply and walked into my room, loudly

slamming the door and flopping onto my bed.

(y/n's pov)

of course this happens.

after what tee told me last night, i couldn't sleep.

i tossed and turned, replaying his words in my head over and over again.

the fact that you still have feelings for joe.

after losing hours of sleep i came to a realization.

tee was right. i still liked joe, i don’t think i ever really stopped.

but of course now that the very rare occasion that joe and i are both single is happening.. we’re fighting.

it’s honestly my fault, instead of excepting joes apology i accused him of him not wanting me to be happy and shoved his toxic past relationship in his face. not the ideal way to drop hints to your life long best friend that you have feelings for him.

“sweetheart.. you okay?” - your mom knocked on your bedroom door

it was now a few hours since my incident with joe, and i was feeling increasingly guilty. this was probably the third time my mom had come up here to check on me, one of the times being to tell me dinner was done but i didn’t leave my bed.

“no mom, i’m not okay” - you sniffled

“can i come in?” - your mom

“yeah..” - you

when my mom walked in to see me sprawled out on my bed with my face covered up with a blanket she sighed and let out a “oh honey” before sitting on the edge of my bed.

“wanna talk about it?” - your mom

“not really. but i know i probably need to.” - you leaned up

“so how’d this all start?” - your mom

“joe wasn’t exactly happy about my date with tee. so much so that he had been ignoring my calls and texts, and ignoring tee at practice.” - you

god these kids are so clueless, your mom thought.

“mhm” - your mom

“he asked me to come over today so he could apologize.. but i messed up.” - you

“what happened?” - your mom

“he told me he was sorry but i just kept arguing with everything he said. i yelled at him, and accused him of not wanting me to be happy. then i did something super bitchy mom..” - you

“oh lord, what’d you do?” - your mom

“he said he just wanted to protect me.. and i said says the guy that dated a girl that was using him for 6 months. you can't even protect yourself, let alone protect me.” - you

“y/n!” - your mom

“i know, i can’t believe i talked to him like that.”

- you

“i see why you’re upset.. what’s he do after that?” - your mom

“he started walking upstairs, saying that i should go do what makes me happy and if tee made me happy to go date him because he didn’t care anymore. i told him i was sorry and that i shouldn’t have said that, but he just went to his room and slammed the door.” - you

“oh honey.. i’m sorry but you really shouldn’t have said that.” - your mom

“i know.” - you

“so are you going to go out with tee again?” - your mom

“no. he said we’d be better off as friends.” - you

“that stinks, i knew you liked him.” - your mom

“that’s not even the worst part though mom.”

- you

“what’s the worst part?” - your mom

“earlier that night tee had asked me if i ever had feelings for joe, i told him only in college. well after tee told me that we’d be better off as friends he said there was something i wasn’t realizing, and when i asked him what that was he said i still had feelings for joe.” - you

“do you?” - your mom

“yeah.. i think i do.” - you sniffled and wiped your eyes

“y/n…” - your mom pulled you into a hug

“i realized it last night at like 3 am. it’s always just been joe. all along it’s just been him, ever since damn high school. i’ve been on so many dates, had boyfriends, failed talking stages. there have been some really nice great guys, but i just end up comparing them to joe. no guy compares to him, mom. he’s so sweet, genuine, protective, down to earth, one of the most hardworking people ever, he’s always been there for me, and i mean he’s the most handsome boy i’ve ever laid eyes on.” - you

“are you saying what i think you’re saying?”

- your mom smiled

“yeah.. i’m in love with joe.” - you grinned

“oh thank god! i was starting to think you were actually blind. i’ve known this since you guys were in middle school, i always knew you’d fall in love with him.” - your mom

“how do i fix this? i’m telling him how i feel this time, i’m not gonna chicken out. can’t really do that in this mess.” - you

“we’ll figure that out tomorrow, you need to go to bed and sleep. it’s been a long day for you.” - your mom stood up and walked up to the door, turning the light off and walking out of the room

it felt really good to finally get that off my chest and tell someone.

im in love with joe.

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authors note: the motivation i have to write rn is insane.

hope you enjoyed ❤️

[omegalomania]

ive got a one free sincere poetical diatribe coupon that expires this week so im cashing it in on waxing lyrical about my favorite band for a minute cause im stupidly sleep deprived and its gonna be a long night so

the thing is this.

the thing is that maybe there isnt quite magic in this world but theres something to be said for the pure unfettered serendipity of a million little things conspiring to have certain peoples paths cross and the way this can change entire worlds. maybe i dont believe in magic but i believe in the unshakable fucking certainty that a 17 year old joe trohman had when he met a 17 year old patrick stump in a bookstore by sheer chance and listened to his demos and Knowing that he should sing despite patrick not being a singer and not particularly wanting to sing. i believe in the stone cold rock solid belief this kid had in this other kids voice to the point where he dragged his buddy over to his house to prove he had the pipes they needed. i believe in pete wentz hearing patrick stump sing in person for the first time and realizing wait, yeah, actually hes our golden fucking ticket. i believe in the last second just before patrick was about to get on the kit to record the drums for take this to your grave, andy hurley comes swinging in fresh from recording an ep with another band and knocking out every drum part damn near flawlessly. i believe in a band of scrappy dumb punk kids who grew up in the suburbs of the midwest and took over the world and didnt plan for any of it to get as big as it did. i believe in this weird fucking band with their weird fucking idiosyncrasies, this band of four guys who dont look like they should be friends let alone making music together: a heavily tattooed vegan straightedge beefcake drummer, the ambitious visionary bassist with the 50-megawatt grin, the tattoo-sleeved lanky guitarist with an inescapable rock 'n roll bent, the pixie-pale and painfully anxious frontman with the voice of a soul singer.

i believe theres a special kind of chemistry that only makes sense with the four of them, together. its the guy with the visuals and the words, this bassist who was supposed to be a lawyer or a star soccer player but instead crafts stories from the narratives he crafts in his head. its this guitarist with his love for the interleaving of sounds and ability to seamlessly jump from front-facing to incredibly restrained and his indelible blues-rock momentum. its this singer who never intended to sing but whose soaring, clear tenor is so utterly distinct that he quickly became one of the most iconic and versatile vocalists in the genre, if not in the world of music in general. its this hardcore drummer who pulls everything together and forms the throbbing heartbeat of the band, whose grit-edged metalcore backbone not even the poppiest of all pop choruses can truly file away.

i believe in this: andy hurley's unshakable faith that the band would reform during the hiatus, despite all evidence to the contrary. patrick stump writing the song that would become "miss missing you" for his solo record but then setting it aside because it didnt feel like it was for him, again, despite every indication that for all anyone knew, fall out boy was done for good. pete wentz, moved by a miserable blog post from his split-up bands singer, reaching out and sparking what was unheard of, especially for bands like them - a renaissance, a successful resurgence, and one of the best comebacks any musical act can say theyve had in decades. joe trohman picking up the phone and preparing to tell patrick stump that he wasn't ready to go back and do the band again if he wasn't going to be writing music, only for patrick to take the words out of his mouth and insist that he should be writing more and he was too talented a writer for them not to allow him space for that.

i believe in the little things. i believe in a band that was never expected to last a summer but has become an indelible part of music history, naysayers be damned. i believe in the unique chemistry of four guys who have no monetary or logistical reason to continue doing this thing aside from the fact that they love it so - they love the process of creating with one another, and they love the car crash hearts whose hearts beat in sync with theirs. i believe in joe listening to the first pass of "fake out" exactly once, picking up an acoustic guitar, and walking into record the instrumentation that ultimately pulled the entire song together in one take without thinking twice about it. i believe in andy simply knowing that "heaven, iowa" would make the final cut of the record despite patricks reticence and his not knowing how to make the song something he could say he was proud of. i believe in pete pouring some of his most vulnerable feelings into his, fearful of how well they will be accepted but making that leap nonetheless, only for the crowds to sing every single word back to him.

maybe theres no such thing as magic or fate and maybe theres no point. but i think of stardust. i think of four guys who poured so much love and time into this record and named it for stardust and i think of them as this: fistfuls of cosmic dust who all sprang from the same etiology. i think of them and its a romantic fucking notion but i allow myself this, i entertain the thought that when the cosmos formed and the detonation of planets and the dissolution of comets created that far-flung scatter of so much (for) stardust, that starry residue liberally dotting the broad span of the black, the four of them all came from the same origin point and like magnets ended up snapping together and thats the way theyve stayed. for years. for decades.

what i guess im trying to say is this: when the universe formed we all came from stardust and we will all return to stardust and i cant help but wonder if those four guys all came from the same stardust too.

like i said. its a romantic fucking notion. i believe in the little things though. and you know what they say about believers (never die).

[enderwoah]

quackity stares at the communicator in his hands, eyes burning with tears from the freezing not-desert wind blowing cigarette smoke directly into his eyes, picking up sand that stings his skin with it. the glowing green bar reflects on his pale face as he desperately tries to discern any difference in length. the vote was 50/50. how was the vote 50/50? he thought everyone knew his story—he didn't even know joe hills had a story. he didn't even know who joe hills was.

he feels a short tap on his shoulder and the wind abruptly stops. he whirls around to meet the gaze of his opponent, eyes shaded by obnoxious green glasses that quackity thinks he would genuinely rather die than willingly put on his face. his expression curls into a sneer. "you here to rub it in, huh? don't you think this is humiliating enough?"

his attention is very suddenly drawn to the ring of eyes floating around joe's head, all different colours of the rainbow before they all switch to a medium yellow, matching joe's actual eyes as a look of confusion flits upon his face. joe holds out his hand with a bemused chuckle. "no? i wanted to congratulate you on a race well run. you sure put up a hell of a fight!"

quackity stares at him. he doesn't move to receive the handshake. "uh-huh."

joe blinks, and all the eyes blink in tandem and reopen to an even brighter yellow. "is somethin'...wrong?"

quackity snorts humourlessly. "are you kidding me? did you really just ask that?"

half of the eyes turn red, creating an alternating red-yellow-red-yellow-red-yellow pattern that picks up speed in spinning around joe's head, making him feel dizzy. joe holds up both of his hands as if to ask, 'what did i do?' quackity could punch him. "i'm—i'm sorry? i don't—"

"you seriously expect me to believe that you just came over to congratulate me on losing?" quackity snaps, taking a step back as something primal within his chest curls in fear of the swirling colours around the man's head. he feels like the red and yellow are the bright markings that warn another animal that what they are hunting is poison and dangerous. his wings involuntarily fluff up, but he holds his position where he is. "i'm not a moron, hills. if you came to make fun, get it over with so we can both move on."

the eyes all suddenly stop and flash red—something in him screams and begs to run away, but he's stubborn and angry and he refuses to run away from anything ever again, so he roots his feet into the sand and doesn't move. he can't stop himself from flinching away, though, and that's when joe seems to notice the lightshow around his head. he makes a startled noise and waves them away, the eyes dodging around his hand and settling back into place like they're magnetically attracted to a halo around joe's head before settling back into their respective colours. quackity notices that his eyes, behind the glasses, are a deep blue.

"sorry about that," he says with a laugh. "they have a mind of their own. or, i guess, a mind of my mind." he shrugs half-heartedly, and the eyes seem to shrug along with him. quackity has the strangled urge to laugh. "but i promise i didnt come to rub it in or make you feel bad, friend. genuinely. i know my watchers are rather...eccentric. and enthusiastic. and i love them to absolute death for it, but they can be a little overpowering sometimes." he beams, and the eyes flash like shutters to a bright, lime green that matches his hair before settling back in their normal colours. "i'm proud to have fought you and won, but you did very well nonetheless."

quackity stares at him. he thought he had gotten good at reading faces after spending so much time around people that betrayed him, but he must be just as shitty as ever because he can't detect an ounce of maliciousness in the man's face. he can feel the maliciousness radiating off of joe in his bones, some ancient, sickening power that makes him want to shake and scream and dig himself into the sand and not come out until the sun has exploded or joe has died (which very well may happen in the same instance), but it's smothered by something else—a gaudy cheerfulness, the same kind that wears itself in joe's expression, like painting over a doomsday timer with sunshine and fluffy clouds.

he might throw up. "are you...serious?"

there it is again—that deep, melancholy blue, so vast and dark that quackity feels like he could lean forward and fall into. "well, of course i am, quackity. why wouldn't i be?"

quackity isn't one to overshare, but there's something so sad etched upon joes face, something that's dug into every pore and every line, that makes quackity feel like the man already knows the answer without having said a word. he digs the toe of his show into the sand, one hand firmly in his pocket and the other still clutching the comm to his side. "i don't know, i just...i'm not used to...this. losing kindly. i feel as if as soon as this is all over and we all get to go home, something horrible is going to happen because i lost."

joe's eyes are yellow again. "something horrible? quackity, you do realise that this is a tumblr sexyman poll, right—?"

"it doesn't matter what the poll is—!" quackity hisses quickly, the tips of his ears burning with embarrassment. fuck this. fuck all of this. he turns on his heel and starts to walk away. "i—nevermind. forget i said anything."

"hey, hold on!"

joe lays a hand on his shoulder (and if quackity's heart doesn't lurch, if his brain doesn't collapse in on itself from the pure, unadultured fear it experiences in that singular moment before disappearing in its entirety) and quackity stops. "i'm sorry. that was insensitive of me."

quackity's face only burns further. "whatever."

"i'm serious," joe insists, stepping into quackity's line of sight. "and i'm sorry that whatever experiences you may have had made you feel like losing a silly game we've all come together to play would result in something...happening to you. at the very least, i'm not going to be the one to hurt you, if anything."

quackity looks joe up and down. something intrinsic in him knows that he isn't lying, because it knows joe and feels all of him in his entirety and the vastness of his presence hurts, but he still stays silent, clenching his fists and refusing to meet joe's many eyes. he's on guard, and he doesn't know whether it's because he knows from his experience how this always goes (they act nice, they tell you they love you, and maybe they do love you for a little while, but you still lost to them and you're still beneth them so they hurt you) or whether it's from the fact that it's joe, and he didn't know before and knows now—it probably isn't possible to stand so close to joe hills and not be on guard.

"and in any case, at least it was this poll that you lost," joe continues. "i mean, is the winner of this really a winner? do most people even know what they're fighting for, here?"

quackity frowns, instinctively looking up at joe. his normal eyes are now a distinct orange, a mirthful smile making his expressions scrunch together. "it's a poll for the title of being a sexy man, isn't it?"

"the sexyman," joe corrects. "but do you really know what a tumblr sexyman is?"

quackity's frown only deepens as he tilts his head to the side, thinks, then slowly says, "...i guess i just assumed based on the name? why would a 'tumblr sexyman' be any different from a regular 'sexy man?'"

joe's eyes—the ones around his head and the ones actually on his face—all flash a bright orange as he pulls out his own communicator, muttering a quick, "wait one second," before beginning to type into the device faster than quackity's eyes can follow.

joe turns the communicator around to him and quackity is presented with the criteria for being a 'tumblr sexyman.'

it only takes a few moments for him to start laughing.

"you—'needs to have a certain air of patheticness about them?' 'cannot be conventionally attractive unless another criteria is fully filled out'—holy hell, i can't believe wilbur got so far in this! he's gonna be so mad when he finds out, oh my gods—"

"you did get further than him, quackity," joe reminds in jest. quackity's cheeks go red again.

"shut the hell up, he just went against you earlier than i did. you look like you fit all this garbage perfectly. you'd better win, or i'll kill you."

joe smiles, mildly confused as to whether it was an insult or a compliment but accepting it all the same. the eyes around his head alternate between yellow and green as he slowly says, "thank...you...? i'll...try my best?"

quackity huffs, a smile still lingering on his face as he hands the comm back to joe. "you'd better. i refuse to lose against you for you to kick it in the next round."

joe suddenly sags forward, his eyes drastically switching colour to alternate between orange and blue. "but i'm going up against cleo, she'll—and excuse my language—she'll kick my ass."

"is she cool?"

joe nods, dejected. "the coolest."

quackity claps a hand onto joe's upper arm, ignoring how his skin screams upon making willing contact with him. it. whatever they might be. "then you have a pretty good chance."

joe's eyes flicker a few times, from blue to yellow to blue to pink to green again, right as he breaks into an excited smile. "you know what—that's a great point, friend! she might just be too cool to be a sexyman—that's genius!"

quackity smiles, tired but genuine, before kicking the sand again and turning away. "no problem, hills. good luck next round—not that you'll need it, if you were able to beat wilbur and i."

all he hears is a snicker and a faint goodbye, and then a gust of wind almost knocks him off his feet and blows up the sand around him.

when quackity turns around, joe hills is gone.

the only thing left behind is one singular green eye. it winks, blinks, and vanishes.

[bucketspammer4life]

☆ how comfy i would be with asking the boxers to hold my drink - ranking ☆

this came to me after i read a "how comfy i would be asking the stardew valley characters for drugs" article and thought "heyy why shouldnt i do this??" anyways i might actually make that list, also dont think of the drink as alcohol neccessarily, you can ask piston hondo to hold your cup of milk or something idc

Starting with bottom of the list..

King Hippo!

He would be at bottom place because he would most likely drink it or just lose it, if he wouldnt have done those things my drink most likely would have been on the floor already, i dont trust this man with my drink, at all

My cup would probably be slippery because im 98% sure he would squeeze the fuck out of my cup to not drop it

next place is...

Glass Joe

He would actually hold my cup like a normal person but he'd still spill it, im 90% sure since hes bottom of the ring

Look at him and tell me he wouldnt fall to the floor & spill my drink the second someone pushes him to the side

So unless i felt like licking the floor i wouldnt give him my drink

next place is...

Super Macho Man

He'd just flat out refuse to hold my drink and i don't blame him tbh

Even if he did hold my drink he's most likely set it down and forget about it, he wouldnt even be sorry for it like the himbo he is

Hes the type of person to switch out your drink because "You have bad taste" (he forgor your drink and didnt feel like ordering the same one)

Next place is..

Bald Bull

Trust me, there are planets between him and macho man on this ranking, but hes still bad at it

He'd most likely get in a argument with someone and end up throwing it onto someone or have said person who argued with him spit or snatch that cup up

Other than that, he would probably guard it an ok amount

He'd ask someone else to hold your drink just in case he gets in a fight and it would turn into a game of "please give me my drink back"

Next place is...

Soda Popinski

He'd just chug it thanks to him mixing it up with his soda thanks to muscle memory 99%

Other than that, he would try to guard it but would end up spilling it probably

Drink stealer at worst, mediocre drink carrier at best

Next place is...

Great Tiger

Slightly above the average at protecting it, but would still forget it or spill it while teleporting for sure

Seems like the type to party too hard and make someone chug your drink because you cant refuse a triple dog dare

Next place is...

Aran Ryan

Believe me, he is in no way sane or normal but damn he can protect a drink

He'd spill it a little but thats way better than drinking it or throwing it onto the floor entirely

He'd probably hold it for a while and not lose it, he would lose you instead so you'd have to search for him and after some he would give up protecting your drink

Next place is...

Don Flamenco

He's the fine line between "i would have been better off shoving this cup up where the sun doesnt shine" to "i trust you with my life let alone this cup"

He seems like a party animal, that probably means he has experience holding cups

He'd protect your drink like his life depends on it

A little bit lower on the list since he also has the disadvantage of partying too hard

Next place is...

Disco Kid

Come on, you expected this, if he can fight while busting it down he can surely hold your drink

Hes probably a huge party animal so he has experience holding things for people

He would def buy a replacement for you if he were to somehow lose it or fuck it up somehow

Next place is...

Von Kaiser

You might be saying "how the fuck would he guard my drink he would get knocked down like Joe, moe you are so wrong and stinkyyy" but i present you this: covering the cup like a maniac and hiding in the corner

He looks like the type to fight anyone willing to come near your drink if you ask him to hold it and i will die on this hill

Next place is...

Piston Hondo

Same thing as kaiser except hes more likely to win the fight so hes higher on this list

Hes also more likely to hide away from the type of people who would snatch up that drink and chug it for a triple dog dare

Next place is...

Bear Hugger

Hes 100% the type to chug a drink for a triple dog dare, Just not yours

Since hes big & tall protecting your drink would be easy for him,if he has to do something he would probably find you and give it to you before he does it, ranked a bit lower because of that but still better than whatever the people below him have going on

And the top of the list is..

Mr Sandman!

Be honest, you expected this

He's less likely to get into a fight with anyone since no one will dare to piss off a visibly buff boxing champion and if you disagree with that i only have one thing to ask you: how does it feel to be wrong

Honorable Mentions...

Ms. Bear - You don't fight bears + people are not very likely to approach a bear on its 2 feet holding a drink and if you are the types to approach a bear on its 2 feet holding a cup im suprised youre still alive

Carmen - she's def the type of friend to hold your stuff as you go into the bathroom at a party, that explains enough about her

Bear Hugger's Squirrel - if he was included in this list, he'd be at the bottom because 1) this little bitch would leave it and 2) its a fucking squirrel and most importantly: this weak ass cannot lift a cup