#i LOOOOOOOOVE and i mean LOVE

[thrill-seeker-vn]

did you do 33 yet? ALSO GOOD TOP SO FAR DAMN YOU HAVE TASTE

someone thinks so.... spotify told me my listening personality was like 'the follower' or something? like if something was trending I listened to it.... YEAH ITS KINDA RIGHT BUT I ALSO DID IT BC 1. ITS POPULAR but also bc tiktok songs are my sister's fav and we KARAOKE ALL THE TIME BRUH!!! Also wish i could check my youtube wrapped...

but yes!!! 33:

[grandcovenant]

carlo's inherent tragedy as a character means that if he hadn't died young he would've gone through something worse. the horrifying realization that he inherited his father's personality <3

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

THE moment 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

[ghostsontelevision]

every other day i make this post on twitter so now the tumblrinas get it. i greatly prefer the original evangelion series to the eva rebuilds and my main reason is because the rebuilds were too afraid to make asuka genuinely bitchy and not like, tsundere rude.

[fstbmp-a]

So sorry I didn't do that much today. It's been.. a wild ride. Sooort of vent in the tags? I suppose.

[mollypaup]

art class fucks actually. i could talk for hours about Metamorphosis of Narcissus unprompted

[specsthesecond]

Alien partner with a hard exoskeleton that looooooooves how soft and squishy your human body is.

I imagine they'd be super worried about hurting you. Humans can bruise and bleed over the smallest things so they're extra careful when holding you even if you insist its not necessary.

It feels so intimate to them when they hold your wrist or kiss your neck and they can feel your blood pumping through your veins so close to the surface of your skin. Your skin is so warm and it's very comforting.

They caress and smooth their rough hands over your skin watching your goosebumps prickle. They touch everywhere; your arms, thighs, hands, back, ass, chest, stomach. There's little they haven't touched.

Despite how careful they are with you, they let themselves be a little mean sometimes. Lightly pinching at the fat of your thighs and ass to make you yelp, biting your lip and tongue with their sharp teeth, teasing your nipples until you're whining about how sore they are, they love how you jiggle when they thrust into you.

They can't help it; you're just so soft, so pliable and it's not like you mind anyway.

[anotherocean]

THE SEED IN YOUR SOUL:

This reading is about a dream your soul has for you. This is my second PAC reading and it's like a compass for your soul-- something you deeply desire, something that is already occurring on some level, and something that has seeds within you already. Please feel free to pick more than one pile, or pick them all, or just pick one. This is meant to be a glance at something essential inside you that popped out at me, and some advice moving forward toward a more complete realization of it. Please let me know if you found this helpful or if it resonated! :)

PILE I. You are so beautiful to me Pile 1, and your life is abundant with riches. There is SO MUCH peace here. You can finally rest. The energy I see is you on a tropical island swinging in a hammock without a care in the world. You are allowed to take life as slowly as you want. You really appreciate the sensuality of things. Really truly. That’s what makes you rich. The abundance spills forth from there, and you have the money to cover all the basics (and more) without worry. You even have enough money to take care of your loved ones it seems, which is something that matters to you. You want to share so much of what you have, and that's part of what makes you feel rich too. You’ve carved out a gorgeous life for yourself, and that life is just for you. It doesn’t look like a life that anyone has ever seen before. It’s fully YOURS... you invented it! If the word “mine” isn’t your guiding word, it should be. You are learning about all the things that are yours, and it makes you truly rich. You can live your life in secret if you want. Or you can live it very loud and big. There is a duality to you. Somehow your legacy in life is both very small and very huge. You live both a very secret life, and a very public one. You acquaint yourself with the riches of the world and live in true luxury, as personally defined by you.

Advice: You’re coming off of a really hard time it looks like. Recognize the difficulties you’ve been through. Honor them. Address concerns you have about security and how that may be holding you back. Security is your birthright, but it is a state you can feel without obsessively pursuing it and valuing it above all else. RELEASE your regrets for how you wish things could have been. People and situations are flawed. We are flawed. Life doesn’t always take the twists and turns we like, and it’s your time to move on. It’s time to step away from those things and embrace your confidence, your fire, your passion. Aim to complete what you’ve started and begin afresh. It’s the end of a cycle and the beginning of a glorious new one. You are headed for exciting new opportunities and the feeling of inspiration is just around the corner.

PILE II.

My graceful and gorgeous pile 2. Letting your body be completely free makes you really happy, and this is something you feel allowed to do privately.  You are utterly unique and solitude just allows you to stretch out into that.  You loooooooove to be alone, and it is a truly gorgeous thing.  I think a lot of the time solitude gets a bad rap, but this pile is all about the gorgeousness that comes from really getting to enjoy your own company, and the world around you.  You are EXTREMELY sensual and I mean sensual with a capital SSSSSS.  Your greatest joy is pure quiet, and the sounds of nature.  From this place of solitude, and a deep knowing, you find absolute and utter, tranquility.  Maybe this is a pile that has experienced pain or trauma or power struggles but that is all over.  It’s like all the nature you’ve surrounded yourself with has just sucked it out of you completely.  Your body is going to take over.  I keep getting that this is maybe a scary thing, but it shouldn’t be.  You are 100% aligned with something holy.  Deep down I think you know this.  Anyway, the divine will wash over you.  Just say thanks, or say nothing at all, and melt.  You are here for this kind of bliss. You are absolutely absorbed into a spirituality that many people would die to experience just a fraction of.  You are existing on other wavelengths entirely, and what a stunning thing that is.

Advice: You’re undergoing a massive transformation.  Embrace the upheaval you are going through.  Move away from rigid thinking (“this is the way it should be”).  Rules and adherence to rules are not your friend right now.  You will still want to use your mind to think clearly, but be playful and inquisitive as you do it.  Ask a lot of questions and be curious.  Understand too, that emotional pain may be part of the process toward what you most want right now, and that is okay, it will only make your heart stronger and you more beautiful.  Let joy, friends, community and camaraderie lift you up and be part of your healing process.

PILE III

Right away I get the glory of good food!  Of nourishment!  This is just the surface.  You have absolutely incredible, deep-in-your-body physical confidence.  You are an athlete, a chef, someone whose whole world depends on their body.  Still, you are going to the gym, making the smoothies, swimming, dancing, your world is revolving around your physical self.  You get massages.  In a sense you are free to worship yourself.  You are free to worship your world.  Judgements from other people (and there are some) only thrill you, and you might even enjoy the fiery friction.  Sexuality is a part of your life, and it’s tied to your creativity.  You are of the body, by the body and for the body.  You get the pleasure of standing up for what you believe in.  You are some kind of star.  Something old-fashioned even.  Or there is something about the way you live that is old fashioned.  Or your notoriety (fame?) is old fashioned somehow… You are my most musical pile.

Advice:  You are setting out on a brand new adventure right now—how thrilling.  I can feel the potential and excitement.  You are a bit concerned about the long term stability of your plan and it’s holding you back a bit.  There is some hesitation, and it might be hindering your progress.  Don’t be so conservative right now, but also don’t be reckless.  There is a bit of a push-pull between a conservative approach, and a devil may care attitude.  Balance your enthusiasm with steady and thoughtful planning.  Above all else, embrace collaboration and teamwork.  Recognize the importance of collective efforts.  I promise that even if this does not relate directly to your goals, that peripheral collaborations will still help you.  Learn from people around you.  My other word of advice is take time to rest and recollect.  Be diligent, responsible and practical and be in it for the long haul.  There is stability in that alone, which should give you some comfort.  Practicality without conservatism will do you a world of good right now as you set out on your exciting new path.

PILE IV

You are a traveler down to the deepest parts of yourself.  You see the world and different people in the world, and make connections everywhere you go.  You rush hurriedly from one flight to another, and then you find yourself somewhere exotic and your world gets bigger and your whole mind expands.  It’s like the drapes were drawn in your living room for your whole life and now you’ve finally opened them letting light stream in, and even the windows are open and fresh air is finally getting inside.  You see so many things.  Greatest mountains, other oceans, animals and flora and fauna of other worlds.  In a sense you are like an alien walking on earth and just want to see as much of it as possible before you have to leave.  You are so free.  You step so lightly in this world, and with so much joy.  You go to cafes you’ve never been to, shops you’ve never been to, temples and fragrant forests where the caterpillars are huge and orange and you reach out and touch one out of curiosity.  You are a true citizen of the world, and deeply connected to humanity.  Your travels do not alienate you, they deepen your roots to Earth and connect you with your global family.  

Advice: You are on a new path, perhaps related to the material world or financial comforts.  There are real tangible beginnings now.  What’s holding you back are indecision and possibly procrastination.  Let go of indecision and avoiding the task at hand.  Make a decision and move forward with it… at some point in the future it might be appropriate to make adjustments, but not right now.  Right now you must embrace your vision and your confidence.  Be bold!!!!!!!!!  You might encounter worry, fear, anxiety but face it head on.  Don’t try to deny or hide away.  See the fear for what it is and have a direct confrontation with it (sometimes this is the war in our mind).  Persevere and value your resilience.  Say thank you to yourself for it.

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I hope you enjoyed this reading! I may eventually do paid services if people want additional info or clarifying questions. Very grateful to help and hope some of this information resonated with you. I had fun doing it and the hours slipped away. Put in my inbox or in comments if you want to see me focus on a specific reading.

[hiskillingjar]

hello! what kind of reactions do you think the btd characters might have to a normally very serious and aloof mc suddenly breaking down and becoming clingy and needy? btw i loooooooove the way you characterize strade 💗💗💗💗💗

thank you! i love writing him so i'm glad others love it too :3

ren 🦊

i, ah- 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 !!!!!!!!

of course ren would love it. of course he would!

he was so nervous about you being so aloof and distant the first couple of weeks, after all...maybe he wondered if all of this was even worth it :(

but the second you started acting clingy and needy around him, he would go fucking INSANE he would be so so happy

granted he might be a little "🤨" at first, wondering if you were trying to manipulate him. so he'd for sure give it a day or two just to be sure

maybe he'd expect you to prove just how much you need him...maybe a couple of nights in the basement by yourself would do you good, anyway...

but then he wouldn't be able to stop himself from getting just as clingy and needy with you too, so you're just a couple of codependent loved up sweethearts aw!

i'm sure nothing bad will happen there!

law 🥀

i mean law kind of is the aloof and distant one so...they would probably think the attitude change is a little strange

like, why are you behaving this way now? you've been fine for days, you shouldn't be behaving like this...i have to go to work, let go of me...settle down...

they'd take a couple of days to get used to it, for sure, and might even be a little annoyed and short with you in the meantime

but slowly...slowly...

they'd like the way you cling so tightly to them when you slept, and how much you'd grown accustomed to sitting around in their flat all day while they were out without a word of complaint

you get so happy and excited when they come home too...it's a lot easier to read your emotions when you're like this and they can't deny it's kind of nice to have someone so happy to come home to

and the fact that you're so needy, you let them get away with a lot more...gone for days at a time, that's okay, just come home to me, please! leaving behind a couple of bruises when you have sex, that's okay, you didn't mean it!

maybe they'd want to make you even needier...dependent, almost

strade 🔨

girl. come on.

why are you giving this man any degree of leverage over you

you just KNOW he is going to do the worst possible thing with this

he'd expect you to prove just how needy you really are, and how much you really wanted him. i mean, you go from being aloof and bitchy to totally desperate in an instant, how could he NOT want some kind of proof that it's genuine?

and then he'd find it absolutely hilarious.

you're still so needy after everything i do to you, really? haha, how cute! i really thought you'd be smarter than that <3

he'd definitely soak in it for a little while and just. totally let his ego swim in how much you need him

it's hard for a guy to resist someone being dependent on them...or at least that's what he tells himself

he would then start to use it against you, just to see you get all worked up and upset...and easier to play with

you let him get away with so much, after all, how far can he push that until you're doing everything you can to get away from him?

and he loves pushing you as hard as he can, after all

he's never been that good at resisting you...

[pinkanonwrites]

Cybertronian EM fields causing static electricity and making your hair stand up. Going in to give your favorite mech a hug (they are head over heels for you) and getting zapped. Playing with his EM field because static electricity fun but thats highly erotic to them. He cant tell you what you’re doing is kind of like groping a human through their shorts because that would mean having to explain that is EM field behaving like that around you means he loves you. So he just sits with his servos over his modesty panel while you go playing with his EM field. He has to find an excuse as to what the loud clunk sound was against his modesty panel before running off to his habsuite to crank it crazy style to the thought of you

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES I LOOOOOOOOVE this idea. Especially if you consider the idea that merging fields is the Cybertronian equivalent of heavy petting, and humans generate their own magnetic fields that are too weak for other humans to pick up on, but are definitely detectable to the average bot.

You were just having fun playing with the static, brushing your hands against your favorite bot's plating like you were playing with a plasma ball. The laughter you let out as your hair began to stand on end is burned into the bot's processor as they squirrel away in their habsuite, two digits deep in their valve with one hand and furiously jerking their spike with the other. If the feeling is already so intense just from you touching their armor, what would it feel like to have your hands on their internals? Or better yet, their spark casing? The shame hits them along with the post-nut clarity as they're guiltily swabbing up spilled transfluid, but the fantasy in the moment was far too good to ignore.

[aziraphales-library]

I LOOOOOOOOVE the “there was only one bed” trope. Specifically along the lines of the FABULOUS Mon Horrible Cheri, all I need darling is a life in your shape type vibes. Fluff and *spice* is always welcome. Hope you’re all fabulous ✨

Then you will LOOOOOOOOVE our #there was only one bed and #sharing a bed tags! Here are more to add...

Never Too Late by AppleSeeds (T)

It's been thirty-five years since the height of Aziraphale's enormous crush on rockstar Anthony Crowley, but when he sees that Anthony is still performing, Aziraphale feels he owes it to his younger self not to pass up the opportunity to finally hear him sing live. The last thing he expects is for Anthony to actually approach him once the concert is over, extending an invitation that surpasses every fantasy Aziraphale harboured about him as a young man and resulting in the most memorable night of his life.

Meet Me Under the Mistletoe by IneffableToreshi (E)

Earlier this year, popular romance novelist Anthony J. Crowley met the love of his life when his agent booked one "A.Z. Fell & Co." for his most recent book signing. Aziraphale is a huge fan of Crowley's books, and they become fast friends. Unfortunately, Crowley let's his nerves convince him that it wouldn't be right to initially pursue a fan romantically, and by the time he feels it's alright, they've become so close that he's terrified of the possibility of failure. But now it's nearly Christmas - a time for miracles, right? - and Crowley has a plan to, hopefully, make Aziraphale fall in love with him the way he's been dreaming of.

Editor's Note by ghostrat (M)

A.J. Crowley, best selling author of action thrillers and sci-fi dramas, wants to try his hand at romance. When writer's block rears its ugly head, his editor and literary agent suggests a romantic writer's retreat in a last-ditch effort to meet his deadline. Aziraphale can be a miracle worker at times, but there's no way a reclusive month away will spark all the romance he needs to finish... Editor AU: In which two of the least romantic men on earth try to write a romance novel.

coincidences and cosmic signs by theivytree (T)

Everyone in Aziraphale's life was shocked when he decided to attend Nightingale University in the United States. Aziraphale, on the other hand, is excited to get out of his parents' home and find a new life away from his family. Everything seems to get even better when he meets his roommate, Anthony J. Crowley.

The Ineffable’s Guide to Conducting a Courtship by everydayistuesday (T)

“Well, what’d you tell them?” Crowley raises his glass to take a drink. “I told them that I, um—“ Aziraphale means to put it delicately, make it sound logical and perfectly ordinary. Instead, it comes out as: “ImighthavetoldthemthatImiracledyoutofallinlovewithme. Er.” Crowley spits out his drink. “You what?” he sputters. Only a knee-jerk reaction of a miracle saves Aziraphale from being sprayed with talisker. When Heaven comes to the bookshop to ask about the twenty five lazurii miracle, Aziraphale panics and claims it was to make Crowley fall in love with him. Now, they’re sending someone to check. There’s only one possible solution. They have to pretend to conduct a courtship.

Married at First Sight by Aracloptia (T)

“Well, that was a thing,” Crowley said once they were out of earshot. Without talking about it, they were both heading down the field, towards the lake where the photographer (and likely a few more people from the TV crew) was waiting. “That was a wedding,” Aziraphale replied, surprised at his own annoyance that somebody called a wedding a ‘thing’. “Yeah, obviously, didn’t miss that part,” Crowley said with a shrug, and waved abruptly in Aziraphale’s general direction. “Neither did you, from the looks of it, since you’re dressed like a wedding bride and everything.” “Excuse me, I am a—“ Aziraphale stopped himself, and started over. In which Aziraphale ends up marrying a rude stranger who wears sunglasses.

And the one you mentioned...

Mon Horrible Chéri by ghostrat (E)

Apparently, Crowley could ruin his good mood. Crowley was just about the only thing that could ruin it. “Right. So. You and I, is it?” Aziraphale confirmed, just to be clear. “That’s right.” “And how long is this trip, exactly?” “One full week,” Crowley enunciated too clearly, stretching his lips around the words and sharply clacking his k. “Seven whole days.” “Great,” Aziraphale breathed. They both smiled, all teeth and no joy. (Human AU / Enemies to Lovers) • English Teacher Aziraphale gets roped into the sixth form Paris field trip, not realising his worst enemy Science Teacher Crowley is the accompanying chaperone. Are seven days of forced proximity really enough to undo a truly vitriolic relationship? Or, let's be real: How quickly does it take them to fall head over heels for each other?

- Mod D

[eybefioro]

Good little girl~~~

Wacky races - fairly odd parents - powerpuff girls - scooby doo

Please open the image. Tumblr is killing the quality for some reason... :P

(Time lapse and ramblings under the cut!)

@waitingtobebroken @greenthena tagging u bc you voted for this option on the pool <3 hope you liked it!

NnnnnnnNNNHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGG!!!! SAVE ME PRINCESS ANGEL FOOD CAKE!!! SAVE!! ME!!!!!!! aaaaaaaaa I can't stop thinking about her now. As you can see. I used as a ref the cunty-est look of Aziraphale. The French revolution one. Obviously. He was an absolute princess with those shiny shoes to have a date with his boyfriend. And then. Then I went to look what an angel food cake looked like. Bc. I unfortunately never had one. Lo and behold. Same color scheme. I AM GOING INSANE. No I'm normal sorry. I just am in love. Bc. Princess angel food cake.

I had a lot of fun with the background and put some easter eggs here and there! I loooooooove adventure time's backgrounds. They're so pretty and detailed.... also... also.... coloooorrrrssss 🤤 the colors on that show!!! I couldn't replicate it here properly. It's way more pastel there. But I guess it still looks nice? I hope so!! (I just notice that since it's night that means I edited the color with the blue light filter on which probably screwed the balance ooppss!)

And my beautiful wife Crowline. Nnngkkk it was soooooo nice to draw her aaaaaaa! Idk but the Adventure time artstyle is just so SATISFYING to draw. It's nice. I might do it again. I had so much fun!

Also I yapped about it before. But. But. Good little girl/bad little boy is such a A/C coded song. I have it in my mind for a week now. Gosh if I had the power of animation I'd make an animatic. I've found this amazing animatic but I need MOAR!!!! If I had the time I'd make it in stop motion.... ANYWAYS I SHALL STOP RAMBLING NOW.

I think my next one will prob be Courage the cowardly dog but I make no promises!

[spiteless-xo]

since we're being semi soft today.... do u have any fluffy thoughts on any of the marley boys ?

🙊 i'm answering this out of order from the requests in my inbox because i was HOPING someone would ask this after i posted the fluffy thoughts on the other boys -- so thank you for this 🥰

╰┈➤ fluffy headcanons pt. 2 - aot.

ft. colt, reiner, porco, zeke. cw. gender neutral reader

⋙ colt grice.

colt coaches falco's soccer team. he gets up early in the morning, dressed in a fleece half-zip with some gloves to set up pylons on the field for the kids' drills. he knows every kid by name and doesn't give any special attention to falco just because he's his brother -- parents love him. doesn't notice that some of the younger moms are hitting on him until you point it out, and then he gets awkward and flustered every time he sees them.

please just picture this man with little pink-flushed cheeks from the early september chill, blowing steam into his hands to keep them warm. he's calling out encouragements to all the kids as they run back and forth on the field -- always praise, because they're just kids and this is only for fun. he looks back at stands and just beams at you, excited that you were willing to get up so early just to watch him coach a bunch of little kids

idk why, but in my head, colt is not funny 💀 like he just doesn't understand comedic timing and isn't quite a quick or sharp as some of the other boys, but he appreciates every single one of your jokes!! he absolutely kills himself laughing every time you make a joke and he gets so excited about them that he'll tell other people your jokes (poorly 😭) but be laughing so hard they don't even understand him

ALWAYS kisses you and tells you that he loves you when he says goodbye. it's something that he does with falco already (that falco hates, btw), and one day it just slipped with you like "mwah! love you, bye!" and he goes beet red in embarrassment when he realizes, but you quickly kiss him back and now you do it every day 🥺

⋙ reiner braun.

this man only knows angst i think reiner really cherishes quiet moments of intimacy with you. like driving in the car with your hand laced in his, or having a nice meal at home that the two of you cooked together. it means a lot more to him if you show him that you love him through small gestures, instead of telling him.

he looooooooves head massages. he'll sit on the floor between your legs on the couch while the two of you watch tv so you can run your fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp. guy is vocal about it too, groaning and moaning when you rub his temples. 💀 and his knees go absolutely weak whenever you scratch his head

he has a really hard time falling asleep when he's alone 🥺 he gets really anxious at night sometimes, so if the two of you are apart he hardly gets any sleep at all -- but when you're in bed with him, this guy falls asleep the second his head hits the pillow. he feels so safe and comfortable with you that it helps ease some of his worries just knowing that you're beside him.

if you roll away from him in bed when the two of you are sleeping together, guaranteed in a sleepy haze, this man is grabbing at the bed trying to find you again. the second his hand rests on your body, he hooks his arm around your waist and pulls you tight against his chest -- sighing into your shoulder and sleepily kissing your neck. when you tell him about it the next day, he says he doesn't even remember doing it 😭

⋙ porco galliard.

porco is perpetually grumpy and bratty, except for when it comes to you. this man literally will talk to you in a baby voice when the two of you are alone together 💀 if you've ever seen those tiktoks where the girl calls her bf and makes him do the baby voice when he's with their friends -- that's porco.

like "babyyyy, i'm weawy hungee, can you make me a snack?" and he's looking up at you with big dumb eyes and a little pout while he rubs his belly. lowkey kinda cringe but the shift between his baby voice when he's alone with you and his normal voice when he's with the boys is just too funny 💀

also -- loves snacks. has a stash of chips and cookies and treats in the cupboard because he's always munching on something. if you're cooking dinner for him, he'll take a snack tax and munch on one of the foods you're prepping for dinner. you always tell him he's going to spoil his appetite, but he hasn't yet!

LOVES GOSSIP!! when the two of you are out with your friends and one of them says some out-of-pocket shit, you see porco in the corner of your eye looking at you like 👀 and you just KNOW he's going to talk about it on the car on the way home. in fact -- when the two of you go on road trips together, you don't even listen to any music. you just spend the entire time filling each other in with drama at work/school/etc. and gossiping about how other people's relationships aren't as good as yours 💀

⋙ zeke jaeger.

zeke is in his early thirties but he acts like an old man. whenever he gets up from sitting down he's pushing himself up with his hands and groaning. cracking his back with a loud moan. sighing heavily and collapsing into the couch like 💀

really into grilling? like spent a bunch of money on a fancy grill and now will take any excuse to have people over for a barbeque. he's got an apron that says something dumb like "women love me, fish fear me". you guys will be having a bbq and he's standing by the grill, watching the meat, with a pair of dark rayban sunglasses and a beer in his hand.

loves feeding you. like physically feeding you. like, if he wants you to try something that he cooked, he'll hold it in his fingers and get you to open his mouth for him 💀 he sets a little piece of cookie down on your tongue or between your teeth, and watch you expectantly as you chew it and tell him your opinion

loves building things, too. like you'll mention offhand that you think it'd be nice to have a garden and the next weekend he's coming home with planks of wood and building you raised garden beds 🥺 you don't even have to ask, he's just like "she wants a garden? ok, i'm on it!" and he immediately gets to work.

[kimpossibly]

THE CHAIN -> e. roundtree PART ONE: drummers' curse

PAIRING: eddie roundtree x fem!reader WARNINGS: mentions of minor injuries (NOTE: some warnings for this story include MAJOR spoilers for this series down the line, so I'll put those beneath the cut. If you don't want to get the story spoiled, then just ignore it ― but I did want to provide the chance for you to get an idea of how the story will go later down the line if you have any sensitive topics you'd like to avoid. please prioritize your mental wellbeing!)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Apologies in advance for making Y/n the drummer and putting Warren on rhythmic guitar. I just loooooooove female drummers. Also can you tell that I love Karen and Camila? Because I love them with alllllll my heart and soul. Another sorry in advance because this one may break your heart a little ― it sure broke mine. NOTES ON THE WORK: I used the timeline from the book, mostly because I couldn't keep track of it in the show haha. I read the book twice before watching what episodes of the show were out, so the lines may blur between the two. For your convenience (and mine, tbh), I'll put the year all the characters were born underneath this note so you can reference it when you need to. I just couldn't keep track honestly. I think in the show they start the band when Graham is fourteen, but in the book he's around 18 when they add Warren on, so it's kind of confusing?? I decided to stick with the book because it was a more physical timeline. Anyways, enough talking, here's your guide! ― YEARS BORN (in order of age) Billy Dunne -> 1947 Camila Dunne -> 1949 Graham Dunne -> 1949 Warren Rhodes -> 1949 Eddie Roundtree -> 1949 Daisy Jones -> 1951 Y/n L/n -> 1951

WARNINGS (SPOILERS INCLUDED): reader has a terminal illness. Discussions about death and loss, depictions of grief, hospitals

It's no secret that the renowned 1970s band Daisy Jones & The Six went through its fair share of ups and downs. Until their inexplicable split on July 12, 1979, they were undeniably one of the biggest bands in the world. While a more detailed account of the band's history will be recounted in a more thorough transcript, this advanced edition will focus specifically on two of the band members: Eddie Roundtree and Y/n L/n. More specifically, it will focus on their individual and combined roles they played in the band's eventual downfall.

THE RISE OF THE SIX (1965 - 1972)

GRAHAM: Y/n grew up next door to us. She was a little younger, two years or so, so we never really gave her a second look. Until the day she wandered into our garage during band practice out of nowhere. She practically ripped the drum sticks out of Chuck's hand and just started...wailing on 'em. I mean, she could make your head spin. Here was this thirteen, fourteen year old girl next door, this kid, and she was the best fuckin' drummer we'd seen. I mean, in the neighborhood. She wasn't Mitch Mitchell, but she was the closest thing we had. And she was too good to be shoved in the back with a tambourine. But we couldn't just take Chuck's spot away and hand it over to the new girl.

CHUCK: I knew right then and there that they wanted to give my spot to the new girl. There was no doubt in my mind. And, you know what? I got it. This chick was good. Way too good. Did I feel threatened by her? Hell yeah, I did. And at the time I probably wanted to tell her to screw off, but now...now I get it.

EDDIE: She was good. Amazing, actually. Graham and I looked at each other and knew that she was something we'd be stupid to pass up on.

BILLY: When Chuck told us he wanted out, we were pissed, of course. We were heading off to open for Winters that week. It felt like things were going to look up, just like I always knew they would, and he was ditching. I know now that that wasn't really what it was ― he'd gotten into college, fan-fucking-tastic. It was a good opportunity for him, a sure thing. But right then it felt like a betrayal.

WARREN: So he ditched, and Billy just turned right to Eddie and said, "Go tell Y/n she's in." And he was just...terrified.

EDDIE: I said, "why me?" You know? It wasn't my band, it was Billy's. And here he was, ordering me to tell some new girl she was in. I was fifteen and could barely ask a waitress for ketchup. At the time, that was probably the last thing I wanted to do.

GRAHAM: He asked why it had to be him, and I told him the truth: he was the least intimidating. Billy, you know him. He had a tendency to get too focused on the task at hand and could get a little...harsh. And Warren? He had one of the biggest personalities you could find. He'd scare her off before we had a chance to offer her the spot...[Pauses] I probably could've done it, in all honesty. I just didn't want to screw it up. Eddie was better with words than I was, and we needed her in our band. Badly.

EDDIE: And I remember thinking, "Here goes fucking nothing."

The doorbell ringing was what got her attention. No one ever used the doorbell. It was always a knock ― that, or someone just walked in. The L/n's front door was hardly ever locked back then. Y/n's mom was a nurse, formerly a school nurse. She didn't want to risk the chance that some kid took a spill and had to limp home on an injured leg. So all the neighborhood knew, if you got hurt playing outside, you could march on over to Miss L/n's place to get yourself fixed up.

Y/n had her own share of walk-ins, too. By the time she was ten, she had seen her mom help out enough kids that she was practically a nurse herself. She could disinfect and bandage and stitch up any old case that walked through her front door. And if someone who was too busted up for first aid? She knew where the keys to the family Winnebago was and how to drive herself and them to the local hospital. She was only fourteen and didn't have a license, but it didn't matter. She was a safer driver than most everyone else on the road.

So when someone rang the doorbell, she assumed that it was someone too injured to knock. She grabbed the car keys and made sure her suture kit was within reach.

When she opened the door, she didn't see the blood and broken bones she was expecting. Instead, Eddie Roundtree stood on her front porch, hands shoved anxiously in his pockets. He looked all right, but that didn't stop her from asking: "You're not hurt, are you?"

"Um. No," Eddie said quickly, taking his hands out of his pockets.

"Okay," she said slowly, eyes narrowing. "Do you want to come in?"

"Yeah, sure."

Y/n turned and walked further into the house, prompting him to close the door and follow her. She led him to the kitchen. "Lemonade? I made it this morning," she offered, already opening the fridge.

EDDIE: That jug of lemonade was bigger than she was. [Laughs] I could barely watch her get it down. I was afraid she'd drop it on her foot. But she just took her time getting it from the fridge to the table. I found out later that her mom bought a pound of lemons a week because Y/n wanted something to offer every kid that came through their front door. [Pauses]. She was just like that.

He gave a nod. Y/n stood on her toes to grab two glasses from the cabinet. She poured one glass, hands shaking from the weight of the jug, and Eddie realized that this awkward silence was probably the best time to transition into his real reason for visiting.

"Chuck left the band."

"Oh," she said simply. "Sorry."

"Don't be."

She paused, looking confused. And Eddie, who's will to live was slowly draining from this conversation alone, raced to finish what he had (awkwardly) started.

"I just mean that...you're in. The band. If you want to be our drummer, you're in."

Y/n paused mid-pour, setting the pitcher down on the counter carefully. She turned around until her back pressed into the kitchen counter, arms crossed over her chest. "And you thought I'd jump at the chance to join?"

"No. No," Eddie said quickly. "We just wanted to offer you the spot if you still wanted it."

"Did I say that I wanted it?"

"No, but―"

"Okay, just making sure," she handed him a glass and hopped up onto the counter, crossing her legs underneath her. "So you need a drummer?"

"Yes. Badly."

She took a sip from her glass and paused, as if weighing her options in her mind. She swallowed. "Are there any other girls in the band yet?"

EDDIE: Yet. Like she knew it was going to happen. It was just a matter of time.

"No, not yet." he replied.

"Then be honest with me: are you guys sleazeballs?"

EDDIE: Sleazeballs. She didn't sugarcoat things. She wanted to know if we were creeps or if we'd let her play drums in peace. I get that, one hundred percent. but back then, it felt like she was trying to accuse us of something.

"No," he said quickly, "Well...Warren can be a little much, but he means well."

She took another slow sip, once again weighing her options in her mind. "When's your next gig?"

"We play pretty much every night, wherever we can find. It might take us a bit to teach you the songs, but―"

"I can learn them," she said confidently. "How soon do you need someone?"

"Soon as possible."

EDDIE: By then, I was terrified she'd say no. All these questions and never once did she seem really interested in joining. I was already trying to figure out which of us would be the least shit at the drums.

"Okay. I'm in."

EDDIE: And that was it. She said yes. I didn't appreciate how much she'd saved our asses right then, but I was relieved. That was for sure.

GRAHAM: Eddie came back, told us she said yes. She couldn't join practice until her mom got home ― she didn't want the house to be empty if some injured kid wandered by ― so we had about an hour and a half to teach her every song.

BILLY: She picked 'em up like [snaps] that. Never doubted it for a single second, either. Once she knew it, she knew it.

EDDIE: She showed up to the first gig in overalls and sneakers. She let Camila put a little makeup on her, too, but we could all tell she hated it.

CAMILA: She was sweet. And, surprisingly, a little shy. I could tell she was a little scared of the boys. That's why she was a little cold to them at first. But she was just the coolest kid. I mean, fourteen years old and joining a rock band? She was a little rockstar, right off the bat. She asked me to put some makeup on her before her first gig with the band. When I gave her a mirror after and asked her what she thought, she said, "I like it, but it makes me feel like a doll. Not a drummer." She liked the glitter the most, though. It became her trademark. She put it on her cheeks, in her hair, everywhere that would catch the light. She'd come off stage and you'd see a little pile of sparkles behind the drum set.

EDDIE: Right off the bat, first gig. It was enough to freak anyone out. She joined the band six hours ago, learned the songs three hours ago, and now she was playing in a club to a couple dozen people. It seems so small now, but back then? It was like starting at Wembley.

Y/n shook out her hands for the eighth time. It wasn't about loosening up for the gig anymore, she just needed something to do that didn't involve throwing a punch or screaming at the top of her lungs. She looked up at Billy, standing at the front of the group, cool and calm as ever, and she had the distinct urge to kick him in the shin. Why did he get to be so calm when she was right behind him, on the verge of throwing up?

She turned to anxiously twisting a single drum stick between her fingers, around and around, faster and faster. Eventually it became so mindless that she barely noticed as the stick slipped from her fingers, clattering to the floor. She bent to retrieve it quickly, hoping no one had noticed.

But, of course, someone did.

"Hey," Eddie said, looking back at her.

"Warren knocked it out of my hands." she said quickly.

Eddie glanced over at Warren, who was a solid two feet ahead of her, physically unable to have knocked a drum stick out of her hands. Y/n knew from that glance that he could see right through her lie. Now she really wasn't in the mood to talk.

EDDIE: She was terrified. And she was lying her ass off about it. I didn't want to run the risk that she choked up in the middle of the show and screwed up our set. So I figured I'd just, talk. And if she wanted me to screw off, she'd tell me. She had a way of saying exactly what she wanted.

"You've heard of the Drummer's Curse, right?" he asked.

She frowned in a way that told him no, she did not.

"First, there's the obvious stuff: drummers have to lug around the most shit out of anyone in the band. Drums sets are heavy and expensive, so there's that. But the worst part is that they're easy to overlook, you know? They're at the back of the stage behind all this shit, everyone stands in front of 'em. Drummers can fade into the background real easy. The best drummers can outshine anyone else onstage. You'll do that one day, but if you're freaked out now, just let yourself fade a little. You'll play better than anyone up there and the crowd'll know it, but you can let them focus on someone else if you want. You get what I'm saying?"

EDDIE: For a second, I thought she was going to punch me.

But then she nodded, wiped off some of the pink lipstick Camila had put on her with the back of her hand, and pushed her bangs to the side. "Drummers' Curse, huh?"

"Some people believe in it, some don't."

"And you?" she asked, turning to him. "Do you believe in that kind of stuff?"

Eddie paused. Shrugged. "Sure. Seems true enough to me."

Y/n nodded. "I don't. It sounds like bullshit to me."

Eddie frowned. She looked up at him. "I'm not going to let myself fade because I'm scared. I signed up for this, you know. The least I can do is own my place. If I outshine you, it's just because I'm that good," she said matter-of-factly. "I will need help carrying the stuff, though."

EDDIE: I didn't know what to say. I mean, [laughs] what the hell do you say to that?

He felt like he'd had the rug pulled out from under him. And then, he surprised himself: he laughed.

And Y/n surprised herself then, too ― she smiled.

EDDIE: That was just...[Shakes head. Smiles.] I don't know.

"I think we can manage that." he said with a smile.

"Ladies and gentlemen...The Dunne Brothers!"

WARREN: If I were still the guy I was back then, I would completely undersell her to you right now. I'd tell you she was an average drummer who was more in it for the thrill than the craft. But that wasn't it at all. She got up there and she just...shined.

GRAHAM: We all knew she'd be scared before the first gig. In fact, she looked about ready to throw up when they announced us on stage. But the second she hit those lights, it was like she was a different person. She waved and smiled like she'd done it a hundred times. The only other person I'd seen do that ― I mean really become another person on stage ― is Billy.

BILLY: That first show with Y/n was a little bit of a trainwreck. We were at least a half beat behind the entire show. And I'm not saying I blame her, but she was new and shiny. We got through it just fine, but I think we all felt it wasn't our best show.

WARREN: That show was bitchin'.

GRAHAM: It was a great show.

WARREN: Back in those days, we'd get off stage and start cheering for ourselves like we'd just won the goddamn lottery. Somewhere along the way, that stopped. We'd just pat each other on the back, say 'good job,' and that was that. But when Y/n got backstage? She was screaming and yelling like it was the best night of her life. And all of us joined in without a second thought ― well, maybe all of us except Billy. He was kind of a hard ass, even then. None of us had ever heard this girl talk louder than a glorified whisper, and then she came out of nowhere with this full-body scream. And who did she run to? Well, I think you can guess.

CAMILA: She just about jumped into Eddie's arms.

Adrenaline is a funny thing. For one, the effect is had on different people can be vastly different depending on who it was. Some people mellowed out, some people amped up. Y/n fell into the second category.

The second she got off the stage, a giddy laugh ripped from her chest, turning more into a scream of triumph halfway through. She was buzzing. Literally. Her hands felt numb ― or, more accurately, they felt like they felt more. Everything she touched was sharp and blinding.

The next person to join in on the screaming and jumping around was Warren. Then Graham. Then Eddie. And then, reluctantly, Billy. Eddie was the last to come off stage, slinging his guitar off his shoulders, and Y/n, without thinking much about it, ran straight to him, leaping directly into his unsuspecting arms.

The others were too hyped up on their own adrenaline rushes to notice that anything out of the ordinary had happened. She wrapped her legs around his waist hanging onto him like a koala. And Eddie, who couldn't deny adrenaline, held onto her back without a second thought.

After a moment, she leaned back, arms still wrapped around his neck, faces inches apart. "Drummers' curse, huh?"

EDDIE: She didn't fade. She couldn't, not even if she tried.

Eddie just smiled and shook his head. "Sounds like bullshit to me."

[forestshadow-wolf]

"I looOoooOove yooouuU" simon slurred, whiskey wafting off his breath, as he leaned deeper onto Johnny. A shot of hurt panged directly into Johnny's heart at that.

"Simon." simon hummed. "You're drunk." He said, not daring to acknowledge the 'confession'. He wasn't naive enough to think that the brit meant it, and even if he did, he definitely wouldn't have confesses like this. he hefted the man up off his stool, intending to drag him to his bed.

"I- I meAnNn ittttt" he whined, leaning all the way onto Johnny, making them both stumble to the side slightly. that almost made him want to die inside, to have Simon unknowingly feed into that hope in his chest, except he knows that Simon doesn't truly mean it.

"steamin' jesus- Simon- you need to go to bed." he grunted, leveraging them back upright.

simon hiccupped, and let Johnny carry him out the pub doors and down the 5 minute walk back to base. Simon was no help, if anything, he was the quite the opposite of help. especially when he decided to go chase a pigeon to 'gift to soap' as a pet, thus turning a five minute walk into a 20 minute struggle.

when they finally dropped Simon onto his bed a hand gripped Johnny's shirt and yanked, "I- I mean- I- yerr-" Simon smacked his lips together, "yewrrr m-my faaaaaavorite perSon..." he hummed. "ah louve yu." the manc accent slipped heavily into his voice, and crushed Johnny's heart.

"Go to sleep, Si." He said, gently pulling out of Simon's grip, and tucking him in. Why did it have to be him to take Simon back to bed. Why did it have to Simon that he fell in love with. Why couldn't Simon just mean it.

"S-ssstayyy" simon begged. And Johnny's heart clenched. He wanted to stay. He really really did. But come morning, Simon wouldn't be very happy about that. Simon grabbed his wrist, "please"

Johnny sighed, "just for a little bit, okay" he sat on the bed next to simon, petting his hair back, and willing his eyes to stay dry. Because this is what he wants. Desperately so.

And he has it, in the only way he can have it without having it, while life cruelly laughs at him. Ghost doesn't want this, him. He knows that. The man probably isn't even gay.

He'll be gone in the morning, when Ghost wakes up he (probably) won't remember a thing. And soap won't bring it up, and he can drool over the man and wish they could've been a they for forever until one of the leaves or dies.

But...

But maybe, at least for now, he can be a little selfish. Maybe for now, he can imagine that they are a they. Just for now. Maybe he can gently kiss Simon on the forhead, and act like he's only leaving to do some other menial task. Maybe, just for tonight, he can have what he wants.

[nina-ya]

I loooooooove your Ace post! I see you have Luffy on the list but will you be doing our baby boy Sabo too?

Patching up Sabos Wounds

Zoro Law Sanji Shanks Ace Luffy Sabo Doflamingo

A/N: Hi!! I whipped up a Sabo just for you! The ASL brothers deserve all the love <3 Pairing: Sabo x GN!Reader CW: Mentions of bleeding and one (1) cut. Probably OOC Sabo. WC: 1155

The sun hangs low in the sky casting a warm and gentle glow across the Revolutionary Army’s Base. Sabo and Koala had been engaged in a sparring session for well over an hour.. You are sitting on a crate, a drink in your hand, simply admiring the strength and passion between the two. Sabo’s focus wavers for the slightest moment, and Koala seizes the opportunity and strikes Sabo. The strike sends him hurling backwards, right into the sea, where he disappears beneath the waves with a splash.

Panic courses through your veins, and without hesitation you bolt past Koala and leap into the water. You open your eyes, ignoring the stinging saltwater, and you search for the blonde.You spot him sinking into the depths of the sea and you waste no time in grabbing his arm, bringing him up to the surface. As he emerges, coughing up seawater, you swim to shore, pulling him along. He continues to hack and sputter, his chest heaving as he collapses onto his back.

“Hey, are you okay? Koala got a good hit on you there.” You ask, concern laced in your voice.

Through labored breaths, he responds weakly. “Yeah, all good here.” He says with a faint smile.

“Alright good, now get up, you need to get checked out,” you insist.

“What? No, I don't need to finish what I started!” He immediately springs up as if the blow had not fazed him at all, and starts marching towards the sparring grounds, where Koala was waiting.

You quickly catch up with him and grab his arm, urging him to pause. “Hey, I don’t think this is a good idea. I mean, look at yourself! You are bleeding from your abdomen.”

Sabo hesitates for a moment, then he turns to you with a grin. “This doesn’t hurt at all! You don't need to worry about me.” he spins around and continues his march.

In response, you plant yourself in front of his path, firmly grabbing onto his shoulders. “Sabo, I know you have the thickest skull on the planet but I need you to listen to me when I say you need to get checked out. You know what? I’ll check you out myself! Yeah! Now you can't possibly say no.” You say, confidence ringing through your voice.

“Do you really think offering to be the one to check me out will work?” He asks, his eyes locked onto yours.

A moment of silence hangs in the air as you stare into his eyes with an unwavering confidence. “…Well it looks like it worked.” He concedes with a chuckle.

Your face lights up at his agreement and you immediately grab his arm and start leading him to the infirmary. You sit him down and grab a towel and wrap it around his shoulder. “Let’s begin by getting you dry. Your a sopping wet mess.” You comment with a laugh.

Sabo shakes his head to get some of the water out of his hair, proceeding to splash you in the process. You squeal out in surprise and start swatting him to get him to stop, causing both of you to laugh. He begins removing his shirt to allow you to inspect the injuries, only for you to discover that they aren’t as severe as you had initially thought - just a small break in the skin that caused the bleeding, though the area was noticeably red and sure to bruise.

“See? I'm perfectly fine.” Sabo says with a grin.

“You're just a freak of nature.” You retort playfully. You reach over into a drawer and pull out some gauze. You intend to clean the wound on his abdomen, but as you began to work, you noticed your own hands trembling, teeth chattering, and goosebumps prickling your skin. The realization that you had jumped into the water as well, never having having a chance to dry off, finally settles in, and the consequences of your own self neglect.

Sabo notices your shivering figure and reacts promptly, taking his towel and wrapping around you with a smirk. “You’re so insistent on making sure I’m okay that you don’t realize you might just die from hypothermia,” he teases.

“Die? That's a little extreme don't you think?” You grumble.

He chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Look at you, you’re shaking like a chihuahua. Yeah, I’d say ‘die’ is not an exaggeration,” he adds, grinning teasingly.

“Shut up!” You retort with a shaky voice. He laughs gently as you continue to clean and bandage his wound. “There, all done.” You say with a satisfied smirk. “You still need to warm up, though, so here” You push the towel back to Sabo, “You need it.” you insist.

“You need it too.” He responds, attempting to hand it back to you.

“Fine, I can just go get another towel, you say, brushing off his concern..

Sabo's smirk grows. “There aren’t any other towels.”

Confusion is evidence in your voice as you glance around. “What? Yeah they are right over there.”

A grin spreads across Sabo's face as he responds. “Nope, I don’t see any. Looks like we are just going to have to share this one.” he says teasingly.

Before you can question him further, Sabo pulls you onto his lap, making you straddle him. He wraps the towel tightly around both of you, burning his face into your shoulder, taking a deep breath. You are shocked by the bold move and freeze up for a moment, not knowing quite what to do. A gentle squeeze from him brings you back to reality.

“You're so tense,” Sabo murmurs into your shoulder.

“I… sorry” You mutter, feeling a tinge of embarrassment.

“Don't apologize; you have nothing to apologize for. Just… relax,” he whispers soothingly.

You let out a small sigh and relax into his grip, leaning your head onto his shoulder. He lets out a hum of satisfaction in response.

“What about Koala? Didn't you wanna finish sparring with her?” You mumble into his shoulder.

Sabo tightens his hold around you, his lips grazing your ear as he speaks, “She’ll understand. Right now, the only fight I care about is keeping us warm and comfortable.”

"That's such a cheesy thing to say." You mutter with a chuckle.

"That's the point," he says, laughing along with you.

You nestle further into his embrace, feeling the steady beat of his heart and the warmth that radiates from his body. The windows in the infirmary provides a view of the sun dipping below the horizon, casting a tapestry of colors across the sky, and you start to feel peace and tranquility. This small moment of vulnerability and closeness is something special.

Your eyelids grow heavy as you listen to the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat, and you can feel Sabo’s steady breaths against your ear. His breathing deepens and his grip on you slowly loosens as he succumbs to the lull of sleep. You let yourself drift into slumber, nestled in the warmth of his presence, finding solace in the moment.