#howlin for you

[iamapeacefulpoet]

The Black Keys - Howlin' For You [Official Music Video]

[sinful-roxy]

Throw the ball, to the stick Swing and miss and catcher's mitt, strike two Baby I'm howlin' for you

[unholy-cvlt]

[kaitlinj16]

"I must admit I can't explain,

Any of these thoughts racing through my brain, it's true,

But baby I'm howlin' for you,"

🖤🖤🖤

[kittennovak]

KittenNovak’s Halloween Music Countdown

Day 13 ↳ The Black Keys: Howlin’ For You

I must admit, I can’t explain Any of these thoughts racin’ through my brain It’s true But, baby, I’m howlin’ for you Alright There’s something wrong with this plot The actors here have not got A clue Baby, I’m howlin’ for you

[justmeandolive]

I asked if she wanted to go walk in the woods.

I take it she does.

[of-tatooine]

howlin’ for you. | chapter 2 - who was trapped

the ticket to freedom brings nothing but confinement.

New York City.

What the regular humans, Mundies as they taught you to call them, deem the most beautiful and vibrant city in the entire world. The city that never slept, and most likely never will. Out of all places to exile yourself, this had to be the one in dreams - with the flickering neon lights, bright and worn-down medley of advertisements and signs, the constant smell of grease mixed in with cigarettes - all enhanced by the vapor emanating from the sewer lids embedded in cracked asphalt.

All those years ago, when your kin decided to break all hell loose in the Homelands and eventually relocate, it was the general consensus amongst Fables that a fresh start in an urban city would be the most viable option. Starting out with a clean slate, the idea of commencing anew appealing so much to so many who have lost money, family and pride. Settling into a city that could seemingly offer so much, blending in with the rest of the human population did not seem to be that hard of a task to accomplish back then.

The Homelands had been old and full of major drama - moving to designated apartment blocks close to one of the world’s biggest metropolitan hubs surely could not be that bad of an idea.

Could it?

Well, to you, it seemed like as long as there were Fables involved, with them living in close proximity to each other if not neighboring, there was bound to be some sort of ruckus starting - no matter the location, yet it was of course an added ingredient to the recipe of chaos.

It was as if this secluded part of Brooklyn, its atrocities and “marvels” magically hidden in plain sight from the mundane eyes, attracted all sorts of trouble like a damn magnet. At every single corner and crevice of these streets there was some Fable getting their first sexual release for the night or some others looking for a quick fight with their rivals older than time itself.

The latter never seemed to end well for anyone involved and around, once the rumored Big Bad Wolf intervened into the scene.

Yet, it was hard for you to know for sure other than echo the gossip around since he did not frequent this part of town - it was a long-lived wonder of yours whether he got tired at all, running all around this cursed town as the only source of visible authority and enforcement.

He was a beast walking amongst men, after all. That much you had seen for your own bare eyes back in the Homelands. There was a reason why everyone thought twice before crossing him, or attempting something borderline illegal by his terms. A visit from him meant trouble and you had succeeded in your attempts of keeping a low profile, thus far.

Maybe you would get an answer to your worries and wonders that particular night - by the looks of how it was unfolding, it could very well end in either you crawling to the Fabletown office for his help or your quick and inevitable demise in that forsaken club.

The little polaroid in front that seemed to send shivers of disgust along with fear down your entire body was the one to blame.

There was a lot of messed up shit happening in Fabletown, and you had seen your fair share of it, both when hooking and living. Out of everything, this had to be the most fucked up you had the pleasure of witnessing. Oh, how you wished you had not, as you kept on staring at the scene it depicted in utter disbelief, eyes wide and hand over mouth. The more you stared at it, the more you wanted to storm out of there and run the farthest away your legs took you.

“How the hell did you guys get this?”

“That’s not important,” she had simply stated, the traces of disgust mixed in with some sort of hope evident in her dark green orbs as she glanced at you. “This is our one-way ticket out of this hellhole.”

The dimmed lightbulbs of the worn makeup mirrors seemed to focus all their everlasting glow onto the photograph in question, the weight of the conversation at hand naturally muffling the usual bumping of the raunchy bass coming from the main room as you holed up near the closets. Taking your eyes off focus for just a split second to calm your heartbeat down, through the smoky reflection, your eyes would spot the clock just ten short of hitting midnight.

For fuck’s sake, it was supposed to be the beginning of your pole time that night, but you had absolutely no confidence on your feet to carry you in six-inch platforms after what you had just seen.

“Well, we found it back in the motel. You think we could use it against him?” a feminine voice would interject from over your shoulder, her tone sounding equally as confused if not more. The faint breeze carried her scent as she approached - a seductive musk mixed in with oud that you could swear only Faith wore. A side glance would confirm her identity to you - Nerissa, with her white halter dress tightened up around her figure, her pink ribbon identical to yours. Hazel eyes looking ever so soft - worried, more like, as her gaze switched back and forth between Faith and the picture she was holding onto so firmly.

Having half a mind into what Faith had been thinking, even the thought of planning it scared you to your core. “That's exactly what we could do,” your lips would softly echo their thoughts, almost in a fading whisper, teeth gently biting down your lower lip in thought. “This right here is proof that even Fabletown’s finest are sick fucks.”

“That’s right,” Faith added, her rose-colored lip curling just a tad bit upwards, stepping around the room pensively as her heels clicked in a methodical rhythm. “Word gets out, no, better yet - ” she halted gently in her step, holding the picture up to the both of you as if to emphasize her point, “ - this damn thing gets out, Georgie’s fucking toast.”

A feeling of great unease lulled you in, engulfing your nerves, the faint hints of music outside the door echoing off. Something was not right. No, this was just too good to be true.

How many times had you tried to escape? To just tear that ribbon apart and not give a damn about the consequences? Begged and pleaded the owner, tried to conspire with the girls? True, now you had actual solid evidence that could get you out of there unlike all the other futile attempts - yet would it work for sure?

That was when you saw it. It took you a bit of time to connect the dots in your mind after the initial shock of seeing the explicit picture had worn off just enough - you were not sure if you were glad you could make better sense of this because apparently the deeper you tried to dive in, the uglier it got.

“Wait a minute,” you thought out loud, eyebrows furrowing. “Isn’t he a regular of - ”

“Now, now,” came the accented, dreary voice that froze you in your place and hung your words dry in your throat, “ - why the fuck is the pole empty?”

It was like someone had shot you. Not that you were entirely sure how that would feel like, or how much it would pain you to have lead lodged inside you if it did at all, but this cold and terrifying feeling that washed all over your body had to feel damn near close.

Time was bent, all three girls frozen and staring at the floor as the door creaked open while it let him in, along with the sudden burst of raunchy beats that filled the small powder room instantly. In the heat of the moment, Faith had proved to be the cunning lady she was known to be as she had managed to tuck the photo somewhere in her skirt - it was nowhere to be seen, and you certainly hoped the bastard had not taken a glimpse at what you three where hiding. She would sneak a side-eye glance at you, ready for the wrath that was to be delivered by the devil’s incarnate.

His heavy footsteps filled in the room yet stopped midway, the low eyes fixating on you - you could almost feel the fiery daggers burning into your skin from his daunting stare. Heart almost skipping out of your chest, you dared look up to meet his eyes.

“I don’t fuckin’ keep you so you can gossip with your friends in the fuckin’ dressing room, do I?” came Georgie’s mad hiss, the words spat out of his mouth as he tugged onto your wrist, dragging you on his way out of the door and into the club - into the purple and pink, crowds of nearly naked men and women with no modestly left to show, and the gleaming pole.

“C’mon, let’s fuckin’ go.”

A little wash of relief descending over you, your eyes would catch your friend’s pairs in a small, reassuring wink over your bare shoulder as you stepped out from the doorway and into the madness.

Luck, whatever that was at that point in your life, seemed to be on your side - if you had managed to hide this just a little bit longer from him, something inside you believed. Believed you would all become free from this prison, if you played your cards just right.

Yet it also told you that things could go so wrong, oh so wrong - after just one small mistake.

[kinsbin]

💤🌹+ Wolverine?

[MY HANDSOME KING HELL YEAH...]

🌹- What's your F/O's love language? What's your love language?

Logan is HARD Acts of Service. He appreciates the time I put into things and the things I do specifically for him!

💤- What's the sleeping position you and your F/O end up in most nights if you share a bed?

Logan is just CONSTANTLY CLINGING TO ME or I’m on top of him sleeping on his chest we don’t got much of an in between. If it’s too hot though and he radiates way too much heat sometimes I’ll end up sleeping on like. The foot of the bed and he sleeps on the top end and our backs hurt in the morning. 

[unholy-cvlt]

HOWLIN' FOR YOU

I must admit

I can't explain

Any of these thoughts

Racing through my brain

It's true

Baby I'm howlin' for you

[the-canary]

Summary: When Y/N gets an unreal deal on her first home, she wonders why her neighbor scared away all the other buyers. Despite being cautious, she wonders why the town has given Bucky Barnes a bad name.

One of my favorite stories from @invisibleanonymousmonsters is “Howlin’ For You”.  

I recently reread this story and remembered why I fell in love with this story and all their work in general! There is so much action and emotion in just a few words, I always find myself reading a chapter to see if I missed anything the first time. I’ve read a lot of AU’s for Bucky, but these is still one of my favs because is never saturates between the action or the sweet moments. All the characters are flesh out as well, but they never overstepped each other. It’s just a great story.

Fun fact: I went to the museum awhile back and they had a small exhibit on Danny Lyon’s Bikeriders and all I could think about was Howlin’ For You. I even used some images on the mood board from his book. And I think it says something about how good this story is that it hit me so hard while going through my day.   

[kinsbin]

Ultimate ship meme for you and Logan? c:

MY BOY!!!

Howlin For You Ship Meme

General:

Rate the Ship -  Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - For as long as we both shall liVE BINCH

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - It took Logan a little while to fall in love with me, a few months to a year...but I low-key fell in love with him almost instantly....

How was their first kiss? - Passionate, tender, and careful. He was afraid of rejection and of hurting me, but, I adored it. 

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Logan

Who is the best man/men? - Kurt, Charles, Cyclops

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Rogue, Storm, Jubilee

Who did the most planning? - Me

Who stressed the most? -Me (but I’m an empath so him by association HAH)

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Magneto

Sex:

Who is on top? - Logan

Who is the one to instigate things? - Logan

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Logan lasts WAY TOO LONG LIKE DEAR GOD THE MAN CAN GO FOR HOURS....I’m a p average pace and its a tIME

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Logan has way more than me but I’m ok with it

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - None

How many children will they adopt? - We’d adopt one I think!

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Both of us take part in this

Who is the stricter parent? - Logan

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Me

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Me

Who is the more loved parent? - Both of us are loved!

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - Me

Who cried the most at graduation? - Me

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Logan

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Me

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Me

Who does the grocery shopping? - Both of us go together!

How often do they bake desserts? - Once every couple weeks? I keep sweets hidden amongst the house (and he knows bc he smells thEM)

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT-

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Me!

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Logan

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - LOGAN

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Both of us

Who is really against chores? - Neither of us, we don’t mind them

Who cleans up after the pets? - Me, Logan can’t stand the smell

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - LOGAN

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Both of us equally, we don’t like sudden gUESTS

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Logan, and then he used it for a soda

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Both of us take p long ones (which is why we like taking them together)

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Both of us

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - I DECORATE EVERY YEAR AND HE CANNOT STOP ME

What are their goals for the relationship? - Love, trust, and compasion above all else. But there’s also a lot of humor and fun too. 

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - ME

Who plays the most pranks? - ALSO ME

[teriyakiunicorn]

Howlin' For You by The Black Keys

[tunesift]

Christ, I can’t keep up. Last one.

[logarto]

in the next room is a weirdly Sexy song