#and wow. i was so fucking unwell

[mainfaggot]

tw eating disorder talk in the tags btw. just me being open for the first time in a long time but no numbers or specifics that could be triggering do nawt worry

[lbhslefttiddie]

i did start reading orv and i did Immediately on the First Page go "lmao this could be a scum villain au if airplane wrote pidw for himself and not for money" and had to beat the psyche back with a broom

[mazojo]

WAIT WHAT IF THIS WAS MY LAST STRAW

[didhewinkback]

chug

a something old blurb about the beer whale (whale beer?) (wheer?) (bhale?)

warning: slight smut at the end bc i know thats what the people come to see

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“Just stand where I can see yeh’” was the request he mumbled into your hair before kissing you on the cheek and heading to the huddle, leaving you free to roam, beers in hand, determined to enjoy the show from a new vantage point, surrounded by the crew members you’ve gotten to know and love over the years. 

You spent the first half with Sandy and Sarah and the catering legends, giggling and dancing to the songs you all knew like the back of your hand at this point, locking eyes with him when he brought out Wet Leg, big smirk on his face as he sauntered up to the mic, eyes burning into yours while he sang one line of the chorus over and over, fire in his eyes when you sang it right back to him. 

You duck down to the front of the stage for the second half, ensuring the lads were well hydrated with water and beer alike, feeling like your heart was going to burst watching him have the time of his life on that stage. In utter disbelief at what the past two and half years have been for him and you both, watching him soar to new heights you always knew were possible but couldn’t imagine seeing play out in real time, the boy whose school band played at your 15th birthday party now singing to stadiums across the world, loving every second and being loved in return. 

He’s at his best when he’s up there, his big, open heart ripe for the taking, making the crowd of thousands feel like a small room of his closest friends, relishing in the attention, the screams, the insatiable energy, gratitude radiating out of every fiber of his being. It’s enough to make you weep when you think about it for too long, an impossible to articulate experience of watching the person you love most in this world achieve their dreams over and over again. 

It’s overwhelming, mind-blowing and also really fucking fun, you think, cheers-ing with the lads as you started another round of beer (it is the end of tour after all), watching as Harry runs across the stage, picking up his water bottle, poised for the classic whale, almost like clockwork. But this time, he pauses, doing a quick double take when he sees you down front with the crew. 

He gestures to your half drunk cup, ushering it towards him as you hold it up to the cheers of your group, Brad’s long arms aiding the transfer as Harry takes it from him and after smiling back at the band, downs it in one go, much to the delight of the lads. They’re goading him on, chanting his name, but everything whites out around you as all you can focus on is the way his throat moves, the beer that misses his mouth falling onto his naked chest, dripping down in a way that makes you feel warm all over. Never one to mind a messy face.

It’s over in seconds but feels like it went on for ages, a time bending effect he always seems to have on you. He winks at you before placing the cup down, facing the crowd fully as he spits it into the air, wide grin on his face as you all cheer before he runs to the other side of the stage.

It’s much later, after the final songs, the emotional thank yous, the celebratory post-show drinks on the beach with the whole crew, that you stumble into bed together, both a bit drunk off the booze and each other, burning up from one too many lingering stares across the party, whispered conversations about how good he looked up there, your beer all over him, his ripped chest gleaming in the spotlight. He’s pressing you into the mattress in record time, hands sliding all over your body as his lips leave their mark on your skin, breath catching at the never-ending stream of praise leaving your mouth as you get lost in each other, in this night, consumed by overwhelming pride and love and the carnal need to have each other close. 

“You’re proud of me, huh?” he grunts into your ear, hand sliding down your thigh to hike it up around his hip, the new angle making the both of you moan out loud. “Y’ love me?”

“Yes, H. Fuck. So much, I -”

“Want y’ to show me,” he says, voice deep in your ear as he smacks a kiss to your cheek, your temple, biting at your lips while his hands slide up your body, interlacing your fingers to hold your hands over your head, his chest sliding against yours. “Be my good girl and show me how proud y’ are, how much y’love me. Want to see it. Want to feel it. C’mon baby, show me -”

So you do. 

Again.

And again.

And again.

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[skitskatdacat63]

What is this love triangle 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[lifemod17]

The fear in it's eyes, gone out in an 🫰 INSTANT? Your tear caught the light? The EARTH from a 🤏 DISTANCE?!!!??

Due to mental health reasons, I will NOT be seeing how it Shines, thank you very much

[tedlebred]

decided to read up on the REAL Rimbaud and Verlaine. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the

[allylikethecat]

atkh soon come??

Ahhh thank you for sending me this ask I was low key kind of thinking maybe no one would notice if the update was suuupppper late (and by that I mean hopefully tomorrow).

The original plan had been to finish up the chapter yesterday. BUT THEN I managed to give myself a mild case of heatstroke / sun poisoning at the barn yesterday (yay summer) and basically spent most of the day laying on my cold tile floor with my work laptop wishing I was anywhere else. I went to bed at 6:30pm that's how bad it was. And then so today I was playing catch up on all the work stuff I didn't really do yesterday because I was laying on the cold floor wishing I had remembered to drink Gatorade. Which means I have not even looked at the chapter since earlier in the week and it is in fact not finished 😞 BUT I'm actually finally starting to actually feel better (yay!) and the plan is to finish it tomorrow - hopefully before the Oilers / Panthers game. I'm so sorry for the delay, and thank you so much for checking in about the update. I'm so grateful that you're enjoying ATKH and hope you continue to do so. I hope your Friday is going better than mine and that you have a wonderful weekend!!

❤️Ally

[dailyeca]

ive been tired EVERYDAY THIS WEEK. there hasnt been A MOMENT where ive felt well rested and i am UPSET.

[todayisafridaynight]

dodging-the-question ass type of answer i have to lay down

[outlying-hyppocrate]

i can't just "like" a song i have to convulse violently whenever the best part of it comes on

[horsegirlhob]

Made the mistake of watching an episode of Angel before bed now it's 5am and I'm going fucking insane about Wesley Wyndam-Price

[fappellmoan]

um yall… sam’s roommate pulled up to coffee like. um. dressed like this. btw. and their hair is just like. a better fluffier mullet. is this surprising

[misericordel]

"Hello you." A smile, gentle yet feline, at the sight of her. "It is a relief to see you with colour in your cheeks again, the shades of a corpse suit my complexion a little more than yours, if I'm honest."

When the dust had settled and there was a moment to brief, guilt had been quick to drown their chest. Arval was not the type to linger on what if's and could have's, but that did not mean they were immune to the fleeting moments of the choices they made and the grief that could have spared.

"I apologise for the suffering you had to endure at the faults of my heal stave." If they had restored her to a better state, she might have been able to cling to life a little longer. "If you find yourself haunted, don't make yourself a stranger. I would not mind sparing a few nights if you need company. Or if you just wish to not be alone."

They paused, and with a quirk of their lips in earnest amusement, they continued.

"Though, I do request we leave the midnight winter strolls with a beast hunting us for sport out of our options."

“i can endure a lot, don’t worry.” she smiles up at them, clenching and pumping her fists as if to show her strength. what little she has left to show off of it, anyways. she does not find herself bothered by their apology, not when they treats her so casually. that is easier to deal with than a somber mood and the ache of atonement weighing heavily on her shoulders. (she knows it is also because they have seen her at her worst but do not treat her as if she is made of glass that could break at any moment.)

“i’ll be okay, i—” a pause and a purse of her lips, wondering how to word this without alarming him more. “i’ve been through a lot in the past, if you’ll believe me. something like this isn’t enough to stop me. we’re all alive, right?” her smile returns, gaze the slightest bit brighter with this new conversation on her belt. “if i really can’t handle it myself at some point, then i’ll come to you. thank you, arval.”

[heatsu]

I love my ugly son

[strxnged]

me when music club president smells nice