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nausicaamusiclover20 · 24 days ago

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Hi Nausicaa 👋👋👋 I’ve requested a work from you before (the AU where James is in biker gang) and it was so good, I couldn’t resist to put another request, I hope it’s ok…

This was particularly inspired by Lana Del Rey (I love her) and beautiful dangerous music video - the one where Fergie is an obsessed fan of Slash (I mean he’s damn fine, but she took it a notch too far…)

It’s gonna be current James x younger reader, so maybe she’s a singer like Lana type (nostalgic, very Americana and most importantly is into older man); and she’s been kinda obsessed with James since she first saw Metallica on MTV- like kissed his poster before going to bed when she was younger obsessed (deffo not like Fergie in the video) and then she got fame and money, she started to collect his guitars, vintage magazines with his interviews, etc. She finally gets to meet him at some awards ceremony and that’s kinda her chance, so she uses her charm like in full force and although James feels guilty for liking her (the damned age gap) he can’t resist? And at some point he confesses to her that he feels to old and he thinks she’s wasting her youth on him, but she consoles him that she never wanted any other man and it leads to sex, and she’s on top and she’s telling him how am he is (can we get daddy kink pretty please🙏)?

I hope you’ll find it interesting and will consider writing it. There are a lot of stories with current James/younger reader, but pretty much all the time, he’s the one initiating the relationship, sex, etc. So I thought it’d be cool to look at it from the other side and have a younger woman seduce him and him trying to resist?

Did you say lana del rey? Well how could I not write something based on my queen, woman, goddess (I had written a one shot based on a song of her that maybe I will publish) Having said this, I hope you like it💕

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Warnings: use of the word daddy, fem dom, a bit of smut, age gap

Burning desire

The glimmer of Hollywood lights felt both familiar and surreal as I stepped into the awards ceremony, my heart racing with excitement. It was the kind of night I had dreamed about since I first discovered Metallica on MTV. As a teenager, I was a devoted fan, plastering my walls with posters of James Hetfield—his fierce gaze, tousled hair, and leather-clad figure captivating my imagination. I had spent countless nights lost in the world of rock and roll, dreaming of meeting him one day.

When I finally got my break in the music industry, I poured my soul into collecting everything related to him. Vintage magazines filled with his interviews adorned my shelves, each page a time capsule of my admiration. I had even acquired a few of his iconic guitars, their strings echoing the sound of my youthful fantasies. Now, standing here in a red dress that hugged my curves—a nod to the Americana style I cherished—I felt like a star ready to shine. But my heart raced not for the accolades I might receive that night but for the man I had idolized since childhood.

James walked in with an air of effortless cool, surrounded by a small entourage, and I felt my breath hitch. The aura he carried was magnetic, even at a distance. He looked timeless, a rock god who hasn't aged a day in my heart. I took a moment to admire the way his leather jacket hugged his shoulders and how his jeans clung just right, accentuating his strong build.

Finally, I spotted him at the bar, a glass of amber liquid in hand, surrounded by admirers. I took a deep breath, channeling all the confidence I could muster, and approached him, the sound of my heels echoing against the polished floor. Each step felt like a leap toward destiny.

“James?” My voice was steady despite the butterflies dancing in my stomach. He turned, his deep blue eyes locking onto mine, and for a moment, everything else faded away, leaving just the two of us.

“Hey there,” he replied, a charming smile breaking through his usually stoic demeanor. “What brings you to this event?”

“I’m a singer,” I said, fighting the urge to fan-girl. “Your music was the soundtrack to my youth. I mean, I was obsessed.” I leaned against the bar, feeling the cool surface beneath me as I looked into his eyes.

“Yeah? What did you like most about it?” he asked, genuinely curious.

I leaned closer, emboldened by the moment. “Honestly? Your voice. The way you command a stage. You’ve always had this raw energy that draws people in.”

He chuckled softly, the warmth in his eyes revealing how much he appreciated my honesty. “You don’t meet many fans who end up in the same industry. It’s pretty cool.”

“It’s wild, right? I had to chase my dreams, and now I’m here. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t dream of this moment,” I replied, letting the excitement of it all wash over me.

His gaze deepened, a flicker of something more than just admiration in his eyes. “What’s it like being up there, knowing people are watching?”

I shrugged, feeling bold. “It’s exhilarating. But honestly, standing here with you? Way more nerve-wracking. I think you might be the one person I’d be starstruck over.” I bit my lip, feeling the tension simmer between us.

James looked at me, a mix of amusement and genuine interest. “You’re not afraid to flirt, are you?”

“Why should I be?” I replied playfully, leaning in closer, my breath mingling with his. “Life’s too short to hold back, right?”

As the night wore on, we shared stories, laughter, and glances that ignited a fire between us. The chemistry crackled in the air, palpable and intoxicating, but I also sensed a hesitation from him, a protective wall he was trying to maintain. He seemed torn between desire and duty, and I was determined to break through.

Later, as the evening wound down and the crowd began to disperse, he pulled me aside into a quieter corner. The music faded into the background, leaving a serene silence enveloping us, and it was just the two of us, the air thick with unspoken words.

“I feel like I’m too old for you,” he confessed, his brow furrowing with worry. “You’re still young, and you have your whole life ahead of you.”

My heart raced at his admission, but I stepped closer, looking directly into his eyes, determined to convey my feelings. “You have no idea what I want, James. I’ve never wanted anyone but you. I’ve spent my childhood dreaming of this moment.” I reached up, brushing my fingers against his jawline, feeling the stubble beneath my fingertips. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

His hesitation melted away as he leaned closer, his breath mingling with mine, warm and inviting. “You really mean that?” he asked, his voice low and filled with disbelief.

“Absolutely,” I whispered, feeling the gravity of my words. “You’ve been my fantasy for so long, and now I have you right here.”

Without another word, his lips crashed against mine, igniting a fire that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. I melted into him, my body pressing against his as he deepened the kiss, his hands gripping my waist tightly. The world outside faded away, and all that mattered was this moment, this connection.

As the kiss grew more passionate, I felt alive, the heat radiating off him mixing with my own. He pulled back slightly, breathless, and I could see the conflict in his eyes. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice a low rumble filled with concern and desire.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” I declared, my heart pounding with anticipation.

With a smirk that hinted at the mischief lurking beneath his surface, he took my hand, leading me to a private lounge, away from prying eyes. The moment we stepped inside, the door closed behind us, and he pinned me against the wall, his lips crashing into mine again with a fierce urgency.

As our bodies entwined, I could feel the heat radiating off him, and I wanted more. I pushed him back against the couch, climbing atop him, my heart pounding with exhilaration and anticipation.

“You’re so damn hot,” I whispered, feeling the thrill of power wash over me. “Tell me how good I feel.”

His eyes darkened with desire, and he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he watched me with an intensity that made me ache for him. “God, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“Then let’s make it worth it,” I teased, rolling my hips against him, feeling the heat building between us. “I need you to remind me just how good it can be. Show me how much you want me.”

His hands slid up my sides, fingers tracing the curves of my body as he drew me closer. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. You’re so young, and I don’t want to ruin you.”

“Maybe I want to be ruined by you,” I purred, leaning down to whisper in his ear, my lips grazing his skin. “Show me how it feels to be yours. I want to feel you, James.”

“Just remember, you asked for this,” he warned, his voice deep and commanding, sending shivers down my spine. “I won’t hold back.”

I grinned, exhilarated by his words. “I don’t want you to hold back. I want to take control tonight.”

With that, I shifted my position, straddling him with a newfound confidence, my hands finding his shoulders as I leaned in closer. “You’re going to let me take care of you,” I said, my voice low and sultry.

“Is that right?” he replied, a mix of surprise and admiration in his gaze.

“Absolutely,” I declared, grinding against him, feeling him respond beneath me. “I want to feel you lose control as I show you exactly what I want. Just sit back and enjoy it.”

His breath hitched, and I reveled in the way I had him at my mercy. “You’re mine tonight, Daddy,” I teased, the words spilling from my lips as I embraced the thrill of our dynamic. “I want to feel you lose yourself in me.”

His expression shifted, a mixture of surprise and desire crossing his face. “You’re incredible, princess” he murmured, surrendering to the moment as I took the lead.

“Let me remind you just how good it can be,” I whispered, leaning closer, my breath hot against his ear. “You’re going to show me just how much you want me, right?”

With a deep growl, he nodded, his hands gripping my waist as I began to move against him. “Just don’t forget who’s in charge, sweetheart,” he warned, his voice rough with lust.

“Trust me, Daddy. I won’t forget,” I said, my confidence soaring as I took control, guiding our movements with a fierce intensity that ignited the night.

As I brought us both to the edge of ecstasy, I could feel the connection between us deepening, a bond that transcended the physical. With each thrust, I lost myself in him, surrendering to the moment and the man who had been my lifelong obsession.

Finally, as we reached our peak together, I collapsed against him, breathless and glowing. I looked into his eyes, filled with warmth and desire, and I knew what I had to say.

“I love you, James,” I breathed, feeling the weight of the words settle between us. It was a promise, a declaration of everything I felt.

He smiled softly, his hands cradling my face as he whispered back, “I love you too, princess.”

In that dimly lit room, wrapped in each other’s arms, I realized this was just the beginning of our story—a love that would defy the odds and thrive in the spaces between dreams and reality.

#metallica #metallica oneshot #metallica fanfiction #jameshetfield #jameshetfieldxreader #papa het #metallica smut #metallica one shot #james hetfield smut #nausicaamusiclover20

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andrea-lyn · 5 months ago

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The Raven Cycle - Master Fic Rec Post

See under the cut for fifteen total recs, mostly Pynch. There's also 10 additional in the "Recs Less Travelled" project here.

and on the seventh day he rested by Prevalent_Masters

On the seventh day, the Lynch brothers discovered they were friends once more.

Or, the week following the (near) apocalypse.

cool of your hand, back of my neck by grandfather_clock

Adam Parrish has been dumped for the second time ever. Ronan Lynch is a gleeful, weirdly invested observer. They drive around all night long. featuring: teenagers pretending they aren’t in love, shouting over loud music, minor arson, major arson, ronan lynch’s hand fixation, and an unfortunate amount of kiting.

getting swept away by sunmoontruth

“So. Your page. Your knight. Two different people, yes?” the psychic guesses—intuits. She points to each of the tarot cards: a girl with a golden cup, a boy with a golden cup. “Yes,” Gansey says. “But similar feelings,” the psychic says, mostly to herself. She opens her mouth. She closes her mouth. She instructs, “Last card.” Gansey draws. Death. Reversed. — Or a cross country road-trip, developing feelings, and the end of the world

god only knows (what i'd be without you) by RhymeReason

[Part of Gansey was starting to accept that two of his best friends were most likely dead.]

Or: gansey finds adam and ronan :)

hold me tight, fear me not by audikatia for Northisnotup

When Adam stepped around, he found himself suddenly in an emerald glen of moss-covered trees. More blue roses scattered over the green ground like raindrops or tears.

And there, in the center, was a man pinned to a tree with an arrow through his heart. :: Tam Lin AU

i should have loved a thunderbird instead by ssstrychnine

persephone leaves adam three things: her tarot cards, her voice, and a phone from 2003.

I Worship You, Your Fingers Snag My Soul by sherasaidgaywrites

He breathed into Adam’s mouth, his voice different, somehow; filled with meaning: “Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.” He did his smoker’s breath, his fingertips a whisper on nerves. “His name was Adam.” And, oh, that was so fitting. What was Adam if not a man built from the dust? - Ronan does some contemplation during mass and then comes home to his second object of worship. He likens Adam unto God’s creations, Adam likens him unto God.

if, if, if by writerforlife

Declan decides it’s about time he and Adam Parrish have a chat.

like a secret (like an oath) by demigodbeautiies

“You know Richard Gansey well enough to be invited to his wedding,” Adam says, and it isn’t quite a question. Then he shakes his head, like he’s clearing it of a much bigger piece of debris, and says, “You’re the best man at his wedding?” - Pynch Fake Dating AU

Night Owls by aceofreaders (Kickasscookieeater)

Adam Parrish has worked at The Night Owl since the end of his college freshman year. It's named so because it's open late, which suits Adam just fine because no one ever comes in during those last hours before 12am.

Except, then someone does.

A foul mouthed, viciously handsome someone, who brings a slow rolling storm of change into Adam's steady life. And when he does, Adam won't be able to lie anymore.

since you've been home, see what you have become by Mici (noharlembeat)

Adam goes touring colleges, and Ronan comes along. And Opal, well. She stays with Declan.

Someone Worth Knowing by SprigsofViolets

Alex Claremont-Diaz and Adam Parrish meet on their first day at NYU. They do not hit it off—cue the academic rivalry. They hate each other until they learn to understand each other.

(I can’t tell you how many times I’ve re-read this one, esp as it hits two of my fave canons in all the right places)

There's No Place Like My Room by Lil_Redhead

Sometimes endings are endings, but sometimes they’re just middles and the real ending is very, very far away.

Or, the days between the last chapters and the epilogue of Greywaren

Time Isn’t Real (but you’re a constant) by SpiritsFlame

“Time is what prevents everything from happening at once.” - Albert Einstein. Adam wakes up in the future, learns a few things about himself, about time, and about his priorities. But mostly he just wishes that Time was doing it’s job better.

(you told me) this is right where it begins by starsandgutters

The aftermath of dealing with the demon leaves behind a wake of emotional debris they were not – couldn’t have been – fully prepared to tackle. They all have a lot on their plate: assessing the damage, picking up the broken pieces, allowing the wounds to scar over. And, of course, there’s the matter of Adam-and-Ronan. (Or: falling in love doesn’t magically fix all problems, but maybe that’s alright.)

And a blanket rec for pretty much anything shinealightonme has written for the fandom.

#the raven cycle #the raven cycle fic recs #pynch #pynch fic recs

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bloomingstay · 9 months ago

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favorite kpop group tag~ thank you @binniesbang!

who is your favorite kpop group?

stray kids, if that was any surprise

which member sparked your interest first?

hyunjin! i've almost always been pulled in by the dancer (lee know i know but) specifically the style of dance hyunjin excels in. the isolation is so satisfying and cool. for some reason choreo always gets a song stuck in my head??

But also!! I had heard they produced their own music and that really got me interested in kpop again

who was your first bias?

chris bang 🤍 went from zero to ult within no more than two days tbh…

what makes them your current bias?

oh god. um. i'll put this in the least embarrassing way possible. (this is a kpop tumblr blog I should probably get over it)

it was a particularly bad year. i stumbled upon their silly videos (thank you stay for the edits<3) and they made me laugh. then i started seeing clips of chans room and him interacting with the boys and just like... he's so wonderful. he's generous and kind and loving and thoughtful. just a shy lil guy who also happens to be a flirt and a fucking dork and it's cute man idk shut upp

who is your bias wrecker?

i was certain i'd never have one, i truly adore each of those boys so so much.

i was however proven wrong after a very sweet, silly compilation of binnie being ridiculous. followed by a face cam of his sclass performance in the supreme jersey?? and the curls?? he has such amazing stage presence and he's a great dancer. but he kept going from his cute sweet binnie expressions looking like he was just so into it and having fun, to the "dark rapper" eyes and commanding stage presence. and like, wow. 🖤 i am a sucker for that kind of duality.

which members are you currently obsessing over that aren't your bias/wrecker?

in another reality han is my wrecker. that boy is the epitome of what i used to look for in guys: babygirl. lol. well, and insanely talented and funny and everything. I adore him

after befriending a couple seungmin stans, i started looking for pics and clips to send them and found myself so incredibly impressed with him and touched by some of the things he's said and done. plus he’s a funny little shit.

hwang hyunjin is such a sweet boy. since we got producer jinnie on the last album i have been looking back and just so impressed with his growth 🤍

when did you first discover the group?

(Upon editing I realize I read this as ‘how’ but oh well)

okokok so

i was a kpop fan 2014-2017 and went all in. kcon and concerts the whole thing

but then i was just on my usual 6 hour yt shorts binge as i tried to fall asleep and saw skz reacting to the "your eyes" mv, specifically felix's part, obviously. i watched it like 12 times just cry laughing at han screaming, hyunjin trying to escape, channie hiding behind his hands and squealing. it was just so funny to see a group kind of clowning their own shit? i thought they were hilarious.

then i saw julien (solomita) had reacted to 'topline' and i was soooo into it. immediately went to watch some mvs and decided cool i'll be a totally normal casual fan of this group’s music….. :)

THEN a lovely lady i'd followed on my 10 year old tumblr account posted about skz. i messaged her that I’d finally decided to check them out and she was kind enough to answer questions and entertain my onslaught of messages as I screamed about how much I love these boys. and she still does everyday so. thank you hana 🌸

have you ever been to one of their concerts?

not yet~

what are some of your favorite songs by them?

THIS SECTION TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG. disclaimer: I absolutely could not include non ot8 this would’ve been 30 songs (I’m probably going to cheat)

Hall of fame. bitch ever since that live stage (which was the first time I’d heard it) I’ve listened to the sclass album 3 times a week no joke, goddamn it’s so good. so just know, i pulled almost every song from that album off this list when i made cuts

levanter. a hard pill to swallow mid relationship struggles and holds a lot of meaning for me.

secret secret. i can't get over how professional this song sounds and how it was just a few years in?

leave. where i got my username~ like I said, relationship stuff. You have not yet really bloomed When the new season comes I hope the warmth will make you bloom Into a flower that never dies

sclass. *bling bling* HIPHOPSTEP. such a fucking chaotic mess of a jam.

megaverse. the breakdown? MEGAPHONE. Han, bitch? We make the rules nobody can hold me yeaaahhh. Your body shakes - STRAY KIDS EVERYWHERE ALL AROUND THE WORLD. Sorry, flawless.

gods menu. ate, bitch. chan was something the fuck else

domino. neeed I say more

social path is bomb

grow up. read lyrics for the first time just now ow

eternity. told u I’d cheat.

love poem. big cheat my list worth it

I am going to be so mad when I realize I missed a song I listen to 7 times a day but been doin this for 2 hours so I’m calling it. Also forgive me I’m still working through the discography (backwards) and haven’t listened to the full first couple albums.

the adhd is allowing no further focus or thought so i will be tagging the same friends as my last tag post no pressure <3

@channieblossoms @skzms @roseykat @thefantasyden @seungsungracha @astraysis @channieswife

Thank you again @binniesbang for tagging me~!

#I WONT APOLOGIZE FOR HOW LONG this is #if yo i wanna read it you can if not that's absolutely okay too EVEN if i tagged you~#chatty #tag #<3 #binniesbang #ur a sweetie tbh thk u #stray kids #skz #stay

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glass--beach · 11 months ago

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opinions on car seat headrest

haven’t listened to all 100 of their albums but i’ve heard the ones everyone knows and i think they’re very good. probably would’ve been obsessed with them on a deep deep level if i’d discovered their music when i was back in high school or very early twenties but i kinda missed the boat on that. i’d even had friends telling me to check out csh for the longest time but it took me forever to get around to it. there’s a ton of glass beach fans who love csh and i totally get it! we have a lot of influences in common. i think csh deserves the hype. people are so god damn weird about them though. as in people knowing wayy too much about will toledo’s personal life or weird contrarian backlash that feels like a crabs in a bucket thing. i think any artist that gets big enough ends up subject to that kinda stuff especially when it’s an online cult following which is why i pray i’ll never be Famous famous

also people were wayyy too hard on madlo. i thought it was pretty cool

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hollywoodxwhore · 2 years ago

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Mine | Chapter 3

Colson x Original Female Character

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Warnings/Content: alcohol & marijuana usage, swearing, drunk person, mentions of vomit but nothing graphic (don't worry, your girl has a phobia), col & presley pining for each other, col talking about his dick again

Again, thank you all for such a positive response to this story!

Presley

I enjoy the show even more tonight after my talk with Colson.

His apology seemed genuine and it was nice to hear that he wants me to be comfortable around them. As much as he makes me nervous, a part of me can’t help but go soft with relief knowing that this is who Cash spends all his time with.

We’re going out tonight, and since I promised last night that I would, I can’t fake a headache and curl up in my hotel room with room service and a movie, much to my dismay.

I don’t bother changing clothes after the concert. I’m good with my outfit. I freshen up my makeup and spritz a little perfume, then meet up with the rest of the group in Slim’s room. Colson and Rook aren’t here yet, but I recognize the two ladies Cash introduced me to yesterday, Ashleigh and Olivia.

“Hey, Presley!” Ashleigh greets. “You’re hanging out with us tonight. Forget the boys.”

“Deal,” I say with a smile.

Once Rook is here, everyone is ready to go. Confused, I turn to Ashleigh. “What about Colson?” I ask.

“Oh, if he isn’t here early then he’ll be late,” she explains. “That’s Colson for you.” I feel slightly disappointed. Is he going to meet up with us eventually? I shake my head a bit to clear my thoughts. God, what am I doing? Colson is clearly seeking a friendship and nothing more. He might not even find me attractive. I need to stop pining over him before this gets embarrassing.

We pile into two cars and are taken to a bar nearby. It’s pretty deserted, thankfully, and I’m happy to follow the girls to a private corner where the music isn’t very loud. I watch as the boys find a table, too, talking animatedly about something. I smile softly. I do want to hang out with Cash, but it’s also kind of fun to just observe.

“So Presley,” Olivia says, and I meet her eyes. Gosh, she’s beautiful. Everyone here is beautiful. “Tell us all the dirt on Cash.”

I lean my head back and laugh, then turn as a waitress approaches our table. Both women order a Sex on the Beach. One drink is usually my limit and that sounds pretty good, so I order one for myself.

I sigh once the waitress is gone. “There’s not much, really,” I say. “He really is as sweet as he seems.”

“Is there a girlfriend back home I should know about?” Olivia continues, leaning onto her elbows on the table with a little smirk. “What?” She says when Ashleigh laughs.

I grin. “Nope. He’s single,” I say. And she’s just his type. I already know he’s into her, he’s told me, but I won’t tell his secret, as much as I want to.

“Interesting.” Olivia nods slowly. “Very interesting.”

Ashleigh and I laugh. “So you’re a piercer, right?” Ashleigh asks, and I nod. “For how long? Tell me more.”

“I’ve been at my current shop since I was, like, 20,” I explain. “Obviously had to start as an apprentice and the girl who I was apprenticing for ended up leaving the profession, which made for a super seamless transition into her spot for me.”

“That sounds like such a cool job,” Olivia says.

“It is, for the most part,” I say with a nod.

Ashleigh wrinkles her nose. “I bet you get gross clients sometimes,” she says. “I don’t mean physically, but behavior-wise.”

I grimace thinking about the creep I had to pierce right before Cash invited me to join him on tour. “Yeah. Trust me, you don’t want to know,” I say.

“I do, though. That’s my toxic trait,” Olivia says, and we laugh. The waitress drops off our drinks and the first few sips go down easily. It’s one of the best mixed drinks I’ve ever had.

“Yum,” Olivia sighs.

“Right,” I agree. “So how did you guys get into the industry?”

Ashleigh grins and takes out her phone. “It might be easier just to show you,” she says, scrolling for a moment. She turns her phone around, and on the screen is a picture of her sandwiched between two teenage boys. Upon closer inspection, I realize they’re Colson and Slim.

“No way!” I say. “Y’all are babies here!”

“Yep,” Ashleigh says, pocketing her phone again. “We’ve been friends forever. I managed them when they were young and broke as shit, and I’ve been there ever since.”

“That’s insane,” I say, glancing over at the boys. Huh. I hadn’t noticed Colson walking in, but there he is, standing beside Slim. I feel oddly sentimental about the fact that they started out as nothing and now they’re some of the biggest musicians in the world. It gives me lots of hope for Cash.

Colson catches my eye right away and my heart stutters in my chest. It’s impossible to look away when he’s spearing me with his eyes like that. They’re so blue and intense, even from across the bar. He lifts his chin in an invitation to come over there.

“I’m being beckoned,” I say, grabbing my drink. “I’ll be back.”

I almost feel out of control of my own body as I walk towards the man for which I definitely shouldn’t be feeling butterflies. “Hey,” he says when I reach him. “Sex on the Beach?”

I nod, taking another sip. “Best one I’ve ever had.”

Colson smirks, obviously finding some double meaning in my words, and I blush. He has no idea.

“Are you drinking?” I ask, and as I do, the bartender slides a thick glass to Colson. Straight whiskey. He holds up the glass and I cheers with him, finishing my drink.

“Another?” He asks me, but I shake my head. He arches an eyebrow. “No?”

I shrug. “Not really a drinker. One is usually my limit,” I explain.

Colson studies me for a long moment and then nods slowly. “That’s cool. I should take a page out of your book,” he says.

“Definitely makes it easier to get out of bed in the morning,” I say.

“You smoke though, huh?” He asks.

I nod. “Oh yeah.”

“It’s the best,” Colson says.

“I agree. Way better than alcohol,” I say.

Colson sighs. “Damn. You’re right.” He studies his whiskey, tosses it back, and declines another when the bartender asks. “You wanna go outside and smoke?” He asks.

“Sure,” I say, feeling excited about having a moment alone with him. I follow him out the back door of the bar. With the sun down, it actually feels like September and I shiver, wrapping my arms around myself.

Colson pulls a joint and lighter out of his pocket and I bite back a grin. So careless. He lights it and I try to ignore the way his jaw and neck look when he’s inhaling. He passes the joint my way and I breathe deeply, inhaling the earthy flavor. As I blow it out, I immediately feel lighter.

“Thanks for sharing,” I say, passing it back to him. Our fingers brush as he takes it.

“What did you think of the show?” He asks, bringing the joint to his lips.

“It was great,” I say. “You put on a super fun show.”

Colson smiles faintly and passes me the joint. “We try,” he says. “People pay a lot for our tickets. I want them to cost less, but that’s not really in my power.”

I nod. I like that there’s a humbleness about him. I sense that he’d love a small, intimate show where no one had to pay. I could be wrong, but it’s just the vibe I get.

He’s known as such a wild, party boy in the media. A guy that sleeps around — well, maybe that one’s true. But from what I’ve seen so far, Colson is chill, friendly, and conversational. Like Cash says, the media is totally wrong about this dude.

We pass the joint back and forth a few more times before I speak again. “So, I saw a picture of you as a teenager today,” I say.

Colson snorts. “Which one?”

“Ashleigh showed me,” I say, watching his face. “Can’t believe you guys have been together for that long.”

Colson nods, looking up at the sky. “I’m the luckiest motherfucker on the planet,” he says. “I have some serious ride or dies with me.”

“Has everyone else been around that long?” I ask.

Colson shakes his head. “Nah, we picked them up along the way like lost puppies.” We laugh. “Yes, your brother included.”

I grin. “Yeah. He’s a puppy, that’s for sure,” I agree.

“He says you two are close,” Colson says, and I nod.

“He’s my best friend,” I say, and I’m surprised that my voice breaks a little on the last word. “Shit. I hadn’t realized how much I missed him.”

Colson studies me. “Yeah. I bet it’s tough having him so far away.”

“Yeah. It is,” I say, “but I’m so happy for him. He deserves this.”

“You’re not getting him back at this point,” Colson says, bending down to snuff out the joint. He stands back up to his full, intimidating height. “Ready?” I nod and follow him inside, and shit, I’m high. That was some good stuff we were smoking.

I join the girls again, this time sipping a cherry Coke, and with my inhibitions lowered by the weed, I can’t help but watch Colson. Luckily, the girls don’t seem to notice, too engrossed in their conversation. But man, Colson is just…a wonder.

Tall and lithe, the way he moves is so strangely intoxicating. Though some of the others are tall, he towers over all of them. Covered in tattoos and piercings, he should be intimidating, but when I can see the shadows his long lashes cast on his cheeks, the warm way he smiles at whoever he’s talking to, he takes on a soft, angelic quality. In the deepest parts of my soul, I know this man is so much deeper than most other men I’ve met. It’s almost haunting.

It isn’t long before the night takes a turn. I suddenly see Cash with his head down on the table and anxiety spikes in my chest. I get to my feet to go over to him, putting a hand to his back. “Cash?” I say. He just groans. We’ve gotten Colson’s attention and he comes over, brows furrowed in concern. “Do you know what’s wrong with him?” I ask.

“I think he’s wasted,” Colson says with a wince. “He was pounding the shots.”

Cash groans again. “I’m gonna puke,” he says suddenly and my eyes widen.

“Slim!” Colson barks, and Slim hurries over. They get their arms around Cash and hurry him out of the bar where I can only assume he pukes up everything he’s drunk tonight. I grimace. I have to share a room with that tonight.

I love my brother, but god dammit.

Colson

It’s a good thing I don’t have a weak stomach, because Cash puking all over my fucking boots would be pretty insufferable otherwise.

Slim and I dump him into a car and climb in with him. Presley takes the front seat. Lucky for us it’s a quick drive to the hotel and Cash manages to hold it in until we’re back. Slim and I get him up to his room and immediately he’s in the bathroom again.

“Alright, I need to go change and shower,” I say, grimacing.

“I’ve got him,” Presley says with a sigh, rubbing Cash’s back as he throws up.

“You sure?” I ask.

She looks up at me with those gorgeous green eyes. “Yeah. Go wash the puke off you.” She smirks a little, the sexiest smirk I’ve ever seen, and I swear my dick twitches in my pants. I nod and make a beeline for my room.

After a long shower, I decide I need a drink. I grab a bottle of whiskey from the minibar but upon realizing I have no ice, I sigh and pull on some sweatpants over my boxers, grab the ice bucket, and go on a search of the ice machine.

On the way there, I pass a little lounge with a couch and some chairs, and something catches my peripheral vision. I pause, stepping backward, and when I look inside the lounge, I see Presley sitting on the couch. She’s changed, and her hair is up in a messy bun. She wears sweats and a cropped tank top, showing off some of that toned, tan stomach. She holds a book in her hands but she looks up when she sees me. “Hey,” she says.

“Hey,” I say, stepping into the room. “What are you doing in here?”

She shrugs and places a bookmark in her book before setting it aside. “Slim is taking care of Cash and I can’t with the vomit.” She shudders.

I frown. “It’s almost four AM,” I tell her.

“I know,” she mutters, and stifles a yawn behind her hand.

I study her and shift on my feet. Don’t do it, Colson. Don’t do — “You can come stay in my room.” Nice, idiot.

Presley blinks those gorgeous eyes and her lips part. “Oh,” she says, shaking her head. “That’s not fair to you, I��”

“Nah, it’s no big deal,” I assure her. “I’ll sleep on the floor or the couch or something.”

“You’re, like, 12 feet tall,” she says, and I laugh. She smiles a little but then it fades. “Seriously. I can’t kick you out of your bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“We’ll figure it out,” I say. “Come on. Don’t stay out here all night.”

She chews her lip for a second and then nods. “Alright. Thank you so much,” she says sincerely, getting to her feet. God, how does she look good in everything she wears? And Jesus Christ, there’s no bra under that little tank top, but there are nipple piercings. A flush breaks out on my chest and I’m glad my tattoos hide it.

I change my mind on the ice. The last thing I need is liquid courage to do something I’ll regret. I lead the way back to my room and let us in. I set down the ice bucket and turn on the TV. I can’t sit here in silence with her. “Make yourself comfortable,” I say. “Go ahead and take the bed.”

“Colson,” she says, shaking her head.

“We can both hang out on the bed and we’ll figure out sleeping arrangements later,” I say. “Deal?”

Presley nods. “Alright, deal.” She smiles softly at me and I smile back, crawling onto the bed. She takes a seat, too, and I relax slightly.

“Are you tired?” I ask.

“Honestly, not really,” she says. “Cash kinda freaked me out.”

I nod. “He’s fine. But I get it.”

She nods, too, chewing on bottom lip. She does that often, and it’s way sexier than it should be.

“Wanna smoke?” I ask, pulling a blunt from behind my ear.

She looks over at me and nods. “Yeah, actually. Do we need to go outside?”

“Probably,” I say. “But, eh.”

Presley giggles and curls her legs beneath her, turning to face me. “I’ll try not to get ashes on the bed.”

“You do then you’re footing the bill,” I tease, and when she sees that I’m being playful, she snickers, shaking her head. I light the blunt and inhale the sweet taste of the wrap, then hand it to her, depositing the blunt between her thin fingers. “So, you’re a piercer. You play in a band. What else is there to know about Presley Carver?”

She smiles and takes a hit of the blunt, leaning her head back to exhale the smoke. She hands the blunt back to me and shrugs. “I don’t know,” she says. “I’m not that interesting.”

“I find that hard to believe,” I challenge her, and for some reason, there’s now tension in the room. I wonder if she feels it, too.

She grins and wets her lips, resting her head back against the headboard. Her eyes close. “I’m actually pretty boring. I like to be home.”

“You don’t go out?” I ask.

“Not really.”

“So, you play shows and you go to work. Don’t you hang out with friends? A boyfriend?” I shouldn’t add that last part on, but I do. Cash already told me she doesn’t really date. But I need to know more about her. I don’t even know why.

She snorts, opening her eyes to look over at me. “Hasn’t Cash told you? I’m chronically single,” she says.

I grin a little. “Me too.”

“Why?” She asks, and then she looks a little surprised that she did. I pass her the blunt.

My smile falls a little. I’m not going to tell her the real reason, even though she feels like someone I can trust, someone who won’t judge me. “It’s just easier with my career,” I say, half-true. It is difficult to be in a relationship when I’m never in the same city for more than two nights.

“That makes sense,” she says quietly.

“What about you?” I ask. “Why are you chronically single?” I need to put the blunt down. It’s making it too easy to be truthful and open, and that was the whole point of changing my mind about drinking the whiskey. But I put it between my lips again.

Presley shrugs and her eyes drift away from mine. “Honestly, I have issues,” she says.

“Don’t we all,” I snort, and this makes her laugh.

“Yeah. I guess so,” she agrees. “Just easier to be alone. Safer.” She twists the ring on her pointer finger.

“Agreed,” I mutter. She has no idea just how much I fucking agree. “That’s why I just sleep around.” Presley laughs softly, but her cheeks get pink. I cringe a little. “Sorry.”

“No, don’t be,” she says, her hand falling onto my arm. I’m surprised by the touch. Her hand is warm, and her long nails graze my skin, making me shiver a little. “I’m not judging, I promise.” Her jade colored eyes meet mine and there’s a sincerity in them that pierces through me.

“It’s okay if you are. Everyone else does,” I say. I’m not sure why this is all pouring out of me right now, but I can’t stop it. I’m sure I’ll regret it tomorrow.

Presley looks sad, her brows drawing together. “No one gets to judge you,” she says. “You’re allowed to do whatever you want. As long as it’s consensual, then it’s totally fine.”

I blink. “Really? Most people just think I’m a man whore.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” She shoots back.

I slump a little, looking off into the distance as I consider this. She’s not wrong. It’s always consensual. Could I be a little more respectful to the women I fuck? Probably. Deep down I know I’m doing it to cope with big feelings, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“I guess nothing,” I say finally. “Casual sex serves its purpose.” Presley nods, but she looks a little stiff. It’s a weird reaction after what she just said to me. “Hey,” I say, and she looks at me. “I’m not judging either, if you do the same thing.”

Presley laughs at that, and I’m taken aback. “Sorry,” she says, blushing a little. “I just…I don’t. Do that.”

“No?” I ask, still confused by her reaction.

She opens her mouth like she’s going to say something but then she clamps her mouth shut. “Yeah. Um. I think I might get some sleep.”

“Oh. Okay,” I say. I put her reaction in the back of my mind to explore later. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“No, Colson, it’s fine. I’ll sleep on the couch,” she insists.

“Just sleep in the bed. With me,” I blurt. She looks over at me. “I’ll stay on my side. I promise.”

“Are you sure?” she asks.

“Of course,” I tell her. “If you’re comfortable with it.”

“Yeah. That’s fine,” she says slowly.

I nod. “I’m gonna go brush my teeth and stuff,” I tell her, getting up. She nods and I go into the bathroom. When I come back, she’s under the covers, all the way at the edge of the bed. I bite back a grin and climb into bed, staying on my side, too. I switch off the lamp.

As attracted to her as I am, it won’t be hard not to touch her. I respect her too much to want to use her like that. As tempting as it would be to do some bad, bad things with her, I promised Cash I wouldn’t, and Presley is worth more than that.

She’s complex. That much I can tell. I want to know her so badly, to figure out her secrets and learn her personality. It’s the first time I’ve felt anything close to this since what happened. I didn’t know I could want anything other than sex with a woman again. It scares me, and because of that, I need to stay far, far away from anything with her. Not even just because of Cash, but for my own good.

Because when I get too close to someone, when I actually admit feelings, I get hurt. Badly.

It’s been a very long time since I’ve been able to sleep in.

I wake up slowly, all of my senses fading in at a lazy pace. Before my eyes are even open, I can tell I’m not sleeping alone. No, definitely not alone.

I pry my eyes open and my temples throb slightly from how much weed I smoked last night. I blink a few times and shift slightly, and that’s when I really notice my current situation.

Somehow, at some point, Presley and I found our way to the middle of the bed. So much for staying on our own sides. Not only did we gravitate towards each other, but somehow, she ended up halfway on top of me, her leg draped over my hips and her head and hand on my chest.

I look at her face, and Jesus, she is breathtaking. She breathes slowly, looking incredibly peaceful asleep on my chest. Her hair is messy, falling out of its bun, but she’s still the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I frown a little, wondering if she’ll be embarrassed when she wakes up.

I definitely need to piss and brush my teeth, but there’s no way in hell I’m moving when this is probably the closest I’ll ever be to her. I relax into the bed and hug her a little closer, gently, not wanting to wake her.

I must fall asleep again because I’m drawn back to consciousness when Presley moves. I blink my eyes open slowly and look down at her as she stretches. She freezes when she realizes she’s on top of me and I close my eyes, pretending I’m asleep. I can feel her head shift as she looks up at me, and I’m surprised when she doesn’t immediately pull away. After a few moments, I slowly open my eyes to find her looking at me. She blushes and smiles sheepishly, but she doesn’t pull away.

“Hey,” she says sleepily.

“Hey,” I croak. Fuck, my throat is dry. She rolls off of me then, and I’m cold in her absence. I want her back immediately. We fit together like fucking puzzle pieces and I can’t deny that.

“Sorry,” she says. “I don’t know how that happened.”

“Me neither,” I say. “I’m sorry, too.”

“No, don’t be,” she says, laying on her back and looking up at the ceiling. “I haven’t slept that well in a long time.”

“Shit. Me neither,” I realize. Usually, it takes forever to fall asleep and I toss and turn. I haven’t slept that deeply in longer than I can remember.

“Thanks again for letting me stay here,” she says, looking over at me with sleepy eyes. My heart softens. Fuck.

“It’s no problem,” I assure her.

She sighs and stretches, back arching slightly. It’s impossible not to stare at her tits as they reach towards the ceiling as her back bows. I didn’t have morning wood but I definitely do now.

“I should go check on Cash,” she says, slowly rolling out of bed.

“Yeah. Probably,” I say, although all I want is for her to stay right here with me. All damn day.

She scoops her phone and book off the nightstand and slips back into her sandals. “Thanks again, Colson. I really appreciate it,” she says, smiling.

“Yeah. Of course,” I say. “I’ll see you later?”

“See ya,” she says, and leaves the room.

I roll onto my back and groan loudly, sliding my hands over my face. Fuck, why is this happening? I don’t even know who the fuck I am, experiencing feelings like this. I need to get them in check, and quick.

But first…I need to get this boner in check.

Shit.

#machine gun kelly #mgk #colson baker #machine gun kelly fanfic #mgk fanfic #colson baker fanfic #machine gun kelly x ofc #mgk x ofc #colson baker x ofc #colson x ofc

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frenchy-and-the-sea · 2 months ago

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(Ninira Nira for the oc trade I yell as I ma booed and removed form the stage for my unoriginality.)

Okay, serious answer is I’ve been trying to decide who to send you. Been rotating my elden ring character(s) lots recently but they’re very rough and complex to explain a vibe outside of a whack load of context. So I will compromise with a different fromsoft and hand u Gareth, my Bloodborne son.

He’s a Tomb Prospector for the Church, meaning he explores the old catacombs under the city for them in search of old artifacts and secrets pertaining to the Great Ones. He doesn’t feel much attachment to it. It’s a Job. However, the secrets he uncovers open his third eye (literally) so after a very extensive delve into the labyrinth his world gets flip turned upside down when he returns to the surface to find that he can now see the previously invisible Old Gods that are literally clinging to the buildings of Yharnam, and have been for a very long time. His weapon of choice is a kirk hammer, which is a sword that also attaches to a literal grave stone he wears around on his back transforming it into a massive hammer.

Bonus: he has a playlist for extra vibes! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1lNdxNK87l9jw9KC1X9e8u?si=F2WTAbIgSFWmAI6wIHoEhA

(Ninira Nira could be friends with ANY of my OCS, I'LL MAKE IT WORK FOR HER!!!) This took so long to respond to because I was sitting there staring at it for ages like, "WHO could chill with a guy like this?? He's too cool and I don't have anyone Gothic Horror enough to fuck with a Bloodborne setting."

And then I remembered my idiot sailing child.

Now, I'm making some presumptions here. I'm presuming that Gareth, spending his time so usefully down in the dark, probably isn't very chatty. I'm presuming that he's mabye a "put your head down and get your paycheck and try to ignore the weird fucking shit you see" sort of dude. I'm presuming that he's got a bit of gallows humor and a thick skin for jokes. And I am taking my dry-humored, stubborn-hearted, bit-of-a-bastard sailing kid Alex Sheffield, and I'm yeeting her directly into a fromsoft universe to say HOLY HELL, I think they could actually get shit done together.

In her canon universe, Alex ALSO found out that her ability to understand language also translated into being able to understand the big, sentient creatures that she recently discovered were real, and the understanding of them, uh. it fucked her up real good. So the solidarity of, "oh shit, I found out horrible beasts and gods are actually real through a sense of mine that I can't deny" would already be there. PLUS, her canon profession is playing merchant with...somewhat illicit or ill-gained goods, which I feel like slots in very nicely next to someone who goes around doing what is essentially mass grave digging. I'm saying they could have a business relationship. I'm saying it could be as lowkey antagonistic or at least punctuated by sarcastic back-and-forth as you want. I'm saying it would be VERY COOL TO EXPLORE.

Also? His playlist is named after an Of Monsters and Men song? Which is the core Vibe that I've worked into Alex's. You can't deny Music Solidarity there!!

#oc crap #alex sheffield #the idea of a big fuckoff gravestone hammer is SO COOL TOO #LIKE WHAT THE FUCK #other people's ocs #frenchy replies

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redfurrycat · 1 year ago

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💕Know Your Tumblr Friends💕

Tagged by @callsign-crow, @itshoneywhatever, @mafiatsunafish, @merryandrewsworld, @perishablealex, @renai-chan in different versions of the tag game, so I just took all the questions and answered them all in one post, if ya don't mind, you lovely souls! 💕

Name? Starts with a P. It's a pretty common name where I’m from. (But you can call me Red here 😉)

Were you named after anyone? Nope.

Pronouns? She/her.

Where do you call home? Belgium.

Sign? Aries.

Time? 11h49 (I’m HUNGRY.) (Update. I ate and it was fries and homemade burger).

Fav band/artist? Hans Zimmer (composer). But I love many other composers! I don’t exactly have a fav band or artist as it’s not the kind of music I listen to (OST-Forever-Girl).

Do you have kids? No. I don’t want kids right now, I’ll wonder about that muuuuuch later. (Although I’m a cat mom at the moment.)

Use sarcasm a lot? I do sarcastic quips all the time… xD

First thing you notice 'bout people? Their smile. :)

Eye color? Hazel Eyes.

Scary movies or happy ending? Happy Ending FOREVER.

Special talent? *blank* (Too hungry to think of one... xD)

Your hobbies? To talk about something NOT related to fandom, I like Sudoku and Word scrambled games.

Any pets? It may be shocking to all of you, but I have a she-cat. A red she-cat. *grinning*

First pet? Twas a hamster….:D

Favorite animal? I love felines and birds of prey VERY MUCH.

Cereal of choice? As a kiddo it was Miel Pops, now I do the healthier version of honey cereals when I do eat cereals. And I occasionally eat oatmeal as well.

Are you visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner? All three of them, depends on what is it I’m learning.

Playing any sport? Used to be tennis. Now I do walking and running, and I’d love to swim again!!!

How tall..? Small bean of 1m58.

Favourite subject in school? Latin in secondary school, and my American and British Literature at Uni, as well as all my Law and Judiciary classes. Instructive, especially because I now understand the related news.

Dream job? I don’t even know anymore… I’m completely lost. ☹

Favorite scent? honey and lavender, and strawberry.

Do you believe in astrology? Absolutely not. "Not in any god, not in myths and legends." (Although it’s pretty cool to read about myths and legends! :D *mythology nerd*)

How many playlists do you have on spotify/apple music? 0 because I refuse to use spotify or apple music. :D

Sharpies or highlighters? Both are good!

Song that makes you cry? Songs don’t usually make me cry. However, OSTs do. I’m HIGHLY sensitive to Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron/The Last Samurai/LOTR OSTs.

Last song? Dela by Johnny Clegg (That’s right baby, GEORGE OF THE JUNGLE SONG! :D)

Last series? still ER! (I mean there are 15 seasons or so, and I’m watching season 5)

Last movie? I was in the middle of ‘While you were sleeping’ but couldn’t finish due to stellar internet connection. :(

Song that makes you happy? Ain’t Worried by OneRepublic, Danger Zone by Kenny Loggins, and the Rickrolling Song! xD

Do you write/draw/create? Don’t EVER ask me to draw. I’ve started to write, which I’m still surprised about, I guess you could say I create some Top Gun content as well? Like silly posts about my fav pilots! :D

Currently working on? My Cheerleading Top Gun Sideblog. I’m still in the building process but it’s been fun so far! I discovered or rediscovered REALLY amazing content!!! :O <3 Writing-related? Dr. Goose Bradshaw Series. YUP. THAT’S RIGHT. 😉

When did I create this blog? Dunno…2013/14?

What I post? I reblog A LOT. And I LOVE adding to posts when inspiration strikes! xD Right now? I’ve posted several Top Gun Recs Lists. (Top Gun and Top Gun Maverick have bewitched me body and soul!)

Other blogs? The Sideblog I was previously talking about can be found at @timetobuzzthefandomtower.

Do I get asks? Very occasionally 😊 (Though I don’t check it very often, so very sorry to anyone who might have sent something, I promise I’ll get back to you!!! <3)

Followers? 246?! (Holy Shit. When did that happen??????? I’ve never checked before! :O)

Average hours of sleep? 8 hours is the best for me, but I sleep less than that I’m sure.

Instruments? Fuck that. I hated the music class during HS. :O

What I'm wearing rn? Short & T-Shirt. All comfy clothes.

Dream trip? New Zealand. Seems very far away, almost unachievable! xD And, the Vikings Lands. I. WANT. TO. GO. THERE. <3

Favourite song at the moment? Fake ID from Footloose :D

NO PRESSURE TAGS!!!

@auprintempss, @bradleybonkbradshaw, @captainclaudeandthehiddenlogs, @hardballoonlove, @missathlete31, @nanny-sc, @scottishaccentsareawesome, @skiddit, @the-ace-with-spades.

I know there are A LOT of questions, feel the heck free to choose which ones you want to answer, IF you want to of course! Have the sweetest of days! <3

#tag game #get to know your lovely tumblr people tag game #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

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moonstruckmoony · 3 months ago

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Tag 9 people you want to get to know better!

Thanks for the tag bbys @choccy-milky @the-ozzie @keri-mcberry @ethniee 🩵

LAST SONG? - oh no, you’ve opened the Pandora box. When given the chance I usually couldn’t shut up about music and when asked questions like these I can never just say only one… Mostly for the purpose of finding kindred spirits 😶 Nowadays I often listen to RnB, Soul, Hiphop, 70s-80s hits, Jazz fusion, Jpop and Rap… but I do listen to a wide range of stuff, from Jazz and Classical to Rock/Punk and Metal (loove Paramore and BMTH), to Kpop (I’m an ARMY btw) and Anime songs lmao.

But I digress. The last 3 songs (yes even now I still can’t choose just one 😔) I listened to were:

Suuper sick 1976 Japanese funk track the I discovered, I dove into Minako Yoshida’s stuff and she’s suuper cool.

There’s this lovely playlist on spotify called “sade, erykah badu, lauryn hill vibes 🧚‍♀️✨” by someone called izzy eve and as a lover of all 3 i’m living for it 😫🩵

FAVORITE COLOR? - if it’s not obvious already, it’s light blue, could be baby blue, robin egg blue, or serenity blue 🩵 though most irl people would guess black, seeing 98% of the time I wear always wear black…

CURRENTLY WATCHING? - I mostly watch YouTube nowadays but yesterday I marathoned “Madougushi Dahlia wa Utsumukanai” (or Dahlia in Bloom in English). I’m a big fan of the red-haired, strong-heroine-anime trifecta (Red-haired Snow White, Akatsuki no Yona, and The Ancient Magus Bride), so I assume I’ll love Dahlia in Bloom and I was right. I’m just a huge sucker for heroes/heroines who are both passionate and skilled in their craft/hobbies, add with a little dash of obsession in the topic that they excelled in.

SWEET/SPICY/ SAVORY? - SAVORY. Same as you guys @choccy-milky and @the-ozzie , I’m an absolute sodium menace. Bags of chips and instant noodles (particularly Shin Ramyun, or Indomie) are my kryptonites…. I’ve been eating healthier these past few months though. I set a rule for myself to put in veggies and fruits and good proteins first before I’m allowed to eat whatever I want. But yeah, even tho I do love spicy and sweet as well, I’m addicted to salt 💀

LAST MOVIE? - Wow I don’t remember which one was the last one, it was either Ultraman: Rising or Women King (I know I’m late but God, Viola Davis was magnificent in that one).

RELATIONSHIP STATUS? - I leave it to you guys to guess lol

CURRENT OBSESSION? - Well, Hogwarts Legacy is a given, but besides that, a resurfacing obsession is The Umbrella Academy… 👉🏻👈🏻It’s my comfort show, comfort characters, comfort cast! Just got back into it again since it has ended. And with how season 4 being so…. lackluster(I wouldn’t call it total garbage like most brellies bcs there are things I enjoyed but I agree that it’s a mess and I hate that they ‘ruined’ many of the characters.), I started rewatching my fav scenes from previous seasons and started seeking for fics in Ao3 (my first time ever hunting for TUA fics even tho I started watched TUA the year S1 came out). Fic author brellies are such a blessing, I’ve read fics that are so much better than the experience of watching season 4, with all the emotional complexities they’re able to write and their creativity… just chef’s kiss.

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED? - Cyrillic alphabets lmao. I learned how to read them back during the pandemic out of boredom and curiosity… Yesterday I came across a Russian sentence on my friend’s laptop sticker and I forgot how to read “ю” and “л” so I googled it 😂

Non-obligatory tag, you don’t have to do it! ☺️ also idk who amongst you has done it already, sorry if you have 🥲 I’m just tagging HL people I genuinely want to get to know. @diana-bluewolf @rednite-dork @tamayula-hl @sallowly @sparxyv @ccelicaa @hummingmuggle @gogglesyoyinyin @applinsandoranges @alun1r @gce-hiiragimare @morelikeravenbore @vienguinn @alliezarin

#Spotify

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graffitiplanet · 11 months ago

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End of year sappy post!

Hi y’all, I started this sideblog on May 29 of this year, and in that time I have met a lot of really cool people who like the same music that I do! I am truly grateful for all the mutuals I’ve made, and all the people who show up in my notes regularly.

I really enjoy the funny memes and inside references that come out of bandom, but you really only see that stuff for huge mega-popular bands. I think bandom should include more than just the emo trinity and related acts. There’s not much fan content for smaller independent/alternative bands. When I first got into Joywave I looked around the internet desperately for any sort of fanbase and came up empty handed… But, as a very wise man once said,

“Be the change you swish to see in the world.” -Daniel Joywave

I’ve been making joywave shitposts since 2019 but didn’t really have a place to put them. Well, since then I have found the Joywave discord server, which is possibly the largest congregation of lactose-intolerant neurodivergent acespec transgender millennials with IBS on the planet. I also rejoined tumblr last year on a whim and discovered that the joywave tag was not completely devoid of all whimsy like on other platforms *cough instagram*.

I didn’t want random people’s selfies at concerts and the same tour posters reposted a million times! God damnit I wanted to see people be batshit insane about the music I’m batshit insane about!! Of course tumblr would be the place to find that shit.

See you’re not gonna get this kinda quality content anywhere else.

I did not expect anyone would care about my shenanigans here, but it turns out there is always a niche community for everything somewhere out there. Running this blog has genuinely been a very important part of my life this year and I’m very glad to have made so many friends from it. Thanks for being part of my 2023!

-Cookie

#og #joywave #jerver

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POV: that you are Mads Mikkelsen in a horror setting and you have discovered a woman named RS and her webcomic LO waiting outside.

Note: This is supposed to take everything real and it is just a fanfic, so enjoy.

Mads Mikkelsen: At midnight at my house, I was taking a shower to cool myself from a busy day at work. I hear my phone ringing and thinking it was my beloved wife Hanne. when I pick it up it was some number calling me and it was woman who is from New Zealand. “OMG! Madsly pooooo, Why did you cheat on me and I thought we are going to get married.” I thought to myself, who is this crazy lady and why is She talking to me as if we are in a relationship? I take a deep breath and ask “Who is this?” She answered in an angry voice, “It’s me RS, You’re beloved fiancé and you promised me that you are taking me on a date.” I answered “I am sorry wrong number.” Before I was going to hang up, she randomly ask me “You like romance?” “Yes I do” I lied, “Then what is your favorite romantic movie?”is she coping the line from scream? Is is have to be a troll or something, I thought. I answered “I don’t know, maybe Coco Chanel & Igor Stravinsky, because that is the movie that I’ve played in.” “Ohhhhhhhh I love that one and alll of your movies”She said then answered “My favorite is Lolita, because it is so sweet and romantic of a middle age man is raping a grooming a teenage girl, it is so sweet and I love it and it is one of the best movies out there.” I thought to myself, why would a person let alone a woman who finds a pedo movie romantic, is she deeply mentally ill or is she just kidding? I ask her if she is pulling on my leg and she said no and she that I’ll will be her real life Humbert and she’ll be my real life Lolita. I have fans before who are cool, but this lady is crazy and it gives my stomach upside down, she tells me to look at outside of my window. My heart started to race faster and I am sweating all over my body and hopping it was just a sick jock, when I look at my window and I see a woman who looks like she is in her 30’s and she is wearing a wedding dress and she is standing outside blowing a kiss at me. And she send me a picture, that looks like two cartoon characters getting married.

When I look closely, the Groom looks like me and the bride looks like the same dress that RS lady is wearing, I frozen in shock, and the power turn off and I call the police but there is no single and I hear sexy romantic music playing from our (my and my wife’s) bedroom and I see RS is laying on our bed with candles and roses everywhere, I call my wife but there is no single. “Ohhhh Madsy darling” she said “I have been waiting for you and this is our special night”, how did she get into my house and I see that she just throw alway all my wife’s things and clothes and it is all been replace with something that I have never seen before. I panic and ran all over the house to escape, but all the doors are blocked with wood and when I ran to the kitchen to get the knife, she handcuffed me to the refrigerator just like Hannibal movie that I played in and She says the lines just like in the move and I past out. When I wake up I was laying on the bed with a black suit and I started to follower the classical music just like the Hannibal movie. And see RS is wearing the Black dress Julianne Moore’s character is wearing and I see my wife all tried up and high, Oh god we are doing the Hannibal sense again. “MADS WHY THE F$&& DID’T YOU LOVE ME!?! She said in a childish temper tantrum tone, “because I don’t know you” I answered. She stated saying that I don’t love her or something speech, as she is preparing a knife, She ask me “Do you ever love me at all, if you don’t say it then I’ll cut that homewreaker b$&@‘s head” “I do love you” I said “please let her go, she has nothing to do with it.” RS smiles at me with a sick smile, “very good then” then she cuts my beloved wife’s head and she give me her brain, “YOUR’RE A SICK PSYCHO B$&@!!!” I scream. “I love you” she said running with a knife at me and I don’t know if I will make it out alive or not.

The End?

Sorry if it is too long to read.

#anti lore olympus #anti lo

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shipaholic · 1 year ago

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Episode 2: “The Clue” / “A Companion To Owls”

Good Omens 2 Episode 2 liveblog! Beware spoilers!!

- Crowley is such a troll in this opening scene. I've come around on the beard/glasses combo. He looks like a wisecracking talking Disney goat.

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- Jon Hamm’s impression of Buddy Holly is amazing. “Ah-hey, ah-hey-hey” yes give me those weird, grandpa-like hiccups.

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- I can hear a fly during the zoom in on sleeping Crowley in the Bentley... does Beez have one spy in the bookshop and one on Crowley at all times?

- Hmmm, Shax tells Crowley right away about Heaven detecting the miracle. That could be evidence for my Beelzebub theory, I guess...? Beez wants Crowley kept informed about the danger, so that he’ll continue to keep Gabriel safe, but they get to keep up plausible deniability with Shax and the other demons that they’re only threatening Crowley.

- Poor Shax. Crowley’s bullying her.

- LOL are all the other demons afraid of driving at high speeds? (See: Hastur.) All he had to do to get rid of Shax was rev the engine.

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- I like Maggie, but she’s a little clingy with Aziraphale. You’d think the euphoria of having 8 months of overdue rent forgiven would have lasted longer than 24 hours. On the other hand, her encyclopaedic knowledge of music history is really cool.

- Aziraphale conducting every time he sings Everyday is the cutest thing ever.

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- Crowley orders Talisker! I assume John Finnemore insisted.

- OMG, Mr. Brown is holding a newspaper with THEE headline in it about the Nebraska woman who taught her duck to play the accordion.

- “Get humans wet, and staring into each others’ eyes. Vavoom.” I. I don’t think Crowley knows where babies come from either.

- THAT JANE AUSTEN LORE. AND CROWLEY DISAPPROVES?? SHE SOUNDS AWESOME

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- Aziraphale is so hesitant when he says he doesn’t think God wants to kill Job’s children, and so utterly certain when he says he knows Crowley doesn’t want to. He already has more faith in Crowley’s mercy than God’s. 😭

- THE UNBELIEVABLE LEVELS OF SASS

- OK Ty Tennant is very funny

- Both the older kids treating Aziraphale like a waiter is hilarious actually, as is Jemima wanting to be a blue lizard and Crowley obliging

- I’ve been jossed a bunch already this season, but the biggest shock to my system by far is Crowley tempting Aziraphale into enjoying human food. I genuinely assumed Aziraphale has been nibbling on whatever was around to nibble on since he was first deployed on Earth. It took him a millennia and a half to try barbeque?? Poor deprived bb

- Whoever wrote that post about Aziraphale discovering honey and tearing into a beehive like an especially feral Winnie The Pooh, I hope they’re patting themself on the back right now.

- I am more into the sight of Michael Sheen falling onto an entire ox corpse like a starving werewolf than I am comfortable with, but fine, I guess this is who I am now.

- ALL I’M SAYING IS, Crowley and Aziraphale’s first kiss had better go EXACTLY like this.

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- I’m here for hungover Crowley wobbling across the sand.

- I suspect this minisode is difficult to follow for any viewers who didn’t swot up on the Book of Job a fortnight or so ago, like I assume we all did.

- Michael is the only angel in this scene who possesses more than a single braincell, but they’re all clearly thick as can be. The only people thicker than them are Job and Ennon, who are somehow even worse at lying than Aziraphale and Crowley.

- Crowley has such immense fucking panache this entire episode. I do love him and his terrible beard.

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- That little tongue in cheek thing Aziraphale does on “investigation” - he cannot get any cuter now. it’s literally impossible. please.

- Crowley slapped his hand omg

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- Oh god, the conversation on the bench... Aziraphale is in actual tears, and Crowley is so wry and gentle and reassuring, even while delivering words that are, taken on their own, a stark form of comfort. He’s just a calm presence while Aziraphale experiences shrimp emotions on the other side of the bench. I can’t even speak about Aziraphale, honestly, but I’ll give it a shot... he is so brave and scared 😭😭😭 Hell?? He really thought he belonged in Hell? Crowley was absolutely right to gently laugh at a notion that ridiculous (and awful) (and then again, Crowley also used to be a sweet little curly-headed bunny of an angel, and look at the unspeakable thing that happened to him). There’s that little moment where Crowley says he’s not going to tell anyone, and asks Aziraphale if he’s going to tell anyone, and Aziraphale gives this little ashamed headshake, like he’s realising for the first time that he’s not, he’s willing to lie (by omission) about this too. And then he glances at the sky, as if verifying that God isn’t going to send down a thunderbolt, and realises that he’s actually safe. There aren’t going to be any consequences; he’s going to get away with it. And that’s almost worse, the idea that he doesn’t live in a world with clearly defined rules, and he truly can’t predict what God thinks, or what she is going to do. She spoke directly to Job, but she’s a closed book to Aziraphale.

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- The ending credits are on fire so far this season.

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Right, um, next up, an episode I haven’t already seen. asdhkagsd.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens 2 liveblog #good omens s2e2 #The Clue #A Companion To Owls

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