#i just think this game is gorgeous and endlessly wonderful

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timber hearth! from memory

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Liquid Courage J. McCarthy

JJ McCarthy x fem!reader

synopsis - JJ calls you in the middle of the night, inebriated and affectionate. His confessions leave your heart heavy as he sleeps off his drunken haze on your couch. It isn't until the next morning JJ realizes the extent of what he's admitted.

wc - 3.4k

contains - UNEDITED! super cute! alcohol consumption, underage alcohol consumption, JJ gets drunk, eating, hugging. ALL WHILE SOBER: kissing, touching, makin out kinda. reader is insecure about herself (even though she's so cute and pretty), drunk confession, reader gets sad, cursing, i think that's it! oh takes place like october of last year! Rushed ending sorry

an - based on THIS request! LOVEEEEEEDDDDD THIS REQUEST SO MUCH! this was so cute loved it!! #imnotdead :D

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You hummed to yourself as you pranced around your kitchen, the banana bread you just put in the oven leaving the aroma of your apartment warm. Your hair was in a braid down your back, your adorable pink striped Victoria's Secret pajamas soft against your skin. Music played from your Alexa, your nighttime playlist floating through the air, one of Olivia Rodrigo's new songs gracing your ears.

The thick socks covering your feet kept them from the cold of the linoleum in your bathroom. You took out your contacts, throwing them out before slipping on your glasses. You grabbed your phone off the counter after exiting the bathroom, seeing a couple Snapchat notifications, some from TikTok, and a few messages from your best friend. All three of her texts had said something along the lines of how you should've come out tonight. The third one said how JJ McCarthy was asking where you were. You sighed, turning your phone back off and checking on your banana bread.

JJ had been your friend since freshman year. He was very sweet and so kind. He was so mature and was one of the most polite people you knew. You'd always thought he was extremely cute, I mean, who didn't think that? He had the cutest smile, and the softest dirty blonde hair. His blue eyes were gorgeous. He'd started his little flirting game with you about halfway through sophomore year. He'd compliment you endlessly whenever you saw him, he'd randomly ask you out in the middle of a conversation. That same smile on his face, bright as ever. You, of course, took it all as a joke, a cruel one at that. You assumed JJ was just a flirty guy with a flirty personality, you'd experienced it before. There was zero chance someone like JJ McCarthy would like you.

"Come on. You guys really think he's being serious when he says that stuff?"

"Yes! We do, because he likes you, and it's so obvious. He doesn't talk to us like that, does he?"

You rolled your eyes. Starting to get pissed with them. Your brain could not compute the idea of JJ really liking you.

"Why in the world would JJ McCarthy, probably the most eligable bachelor on the campus of Michigan, like me? I'm not one of the prettiest girls at Mich, let alone am I the prettiest girl that likes him!"

Sometimes you would wonder that if you thought you were pretty, then maybe you'd believe them. You had bad underlying insecurities that stopped you from believing that any guy would like you, let alone someone like JJ.

You leaned your forehead against your silver fridge, the cool of the metal relaxing you. You could hear its low whirring and humming with your proximity to it. The sound occupying your brain as a white noise, leading you to close your eyes. You might've actually fallen asleep if the timer for your bread didn't go off, you scrambling to shout at your Alexa to, 'Please, stop!' You grabbed oven mitts and grabbed the tray after sticking a toothpick into it to check the middle. You set the pan down on your cooling rack, sliding your gloves off. You grabbed your phone and paused your music, going to sit on the couch while your bread cooled.

You stalked your friends Snapchat stories, they were all having fun at the big party everyone seemed to be attending. You halted when you saw your best friend's private story, you knew it only had a handful of people so she posted silly and random things on it.

What she'd posted was a zoomed in photo of what resembled JJ McCarthy with his head thrown back against the couch of whatever frat house they were in. His face looked miserable, and the caption on the photo was saying how that's how she too reacted when you didn't come to parties. You immediately slid up, typing in all caps telling her to shut up. You said how he was not upset over you, and how she was stupid and drunk. It was all lighthearted, you both knew it.

She immediately typed back to you, claiming he'd drunkenly asked her at least four times where you were and why you didn't want to come see him. You giggled to yourself, believing it for just a few moments. You typed to her for a few more minutes before your phone started vibrating in your hand, JJ's contact coming onto your screen. You were met with the photo you'd had him saved with, him smiling that bright beautiful smile across the table from you at Panera sometime during last school year. What was JJ calling you for? You slid to answer, holding your phone to your ear. It was oddly quiet on his end, though he was actively attending a party. He called your name, and you called his.

"JJ? What's up? Are you alright?"

"Hi! Oh my gosh, hi. I can't believe you aren't here right now, I was only excited to see you."

You smiled sadly, he was endearing, and so totally plastered.

"Aw, JJ, I'm sorry. Where are you? It's pretty quiet for a party."

"Oh, yeah. I'm just in the bathroom, standin' around. I got bored. Ya' know, I miss you."

He was so drunk, his words were melting together, but his happiness stayed solid throughout.

"Jay, are you alright? Do you need someone to help you leave? Is Blake there? Colston?"

"You should, we can hang out! But yeah, he's 'round here somewhere. Lemme go get 'im."

You said okay, letting the boy look for his friend. The noise on his end got louder as he left the bathroom. You giggled when you heard him shout hey at random people around the house. You heard JJ call your name into his phone, then again.

"JJ, I'm still here. Any luck finding Colston?"

"Why don't you jus' go marry Colston if he's all 'yer gonna talk about"

You barely heard it, he muttered it with the phone a few inches from his mouth. You were shocked at the words JJ said. What?

"What, JJ?"

"Wish y'were talkin' about me."

You smiled, still a bit confused. His drunk mind was extremely silly.

"I'm talking to you, aren't I? The only boy's call I'd pick up this late."

JJ was ecstatic, smiling brightly as he continued through the party, looking for his teammates.

"I see him! Colston! Come here buddy, she wants to talk to you."

You heard a confused colston mutter 'Who's she?' before he took the phone from JJ, seeing your contact before talking to you.

"Oh hey, what's up?"

"JJ is like, absolutely plastered if you couldn't tell. Are you all good? I asked him and he told me he wanted me to pick him up. If I come get him can you bring him to my car? I'm already in my pajamas."

"Yeah, think Jay'll definitely love that. Kid hasn't stopped asking about you since we got here. I'll have him outside whenever 'ya get here."

You responded with an affirmative, thanking Colston. He handed the phone back to JJ, who was very happy to hear your voice again.

"Hey! What's up? Colston said you're coming to get me."

"Yeah, I'll see you in a couple minutes, okay Jay?"

"Awesome."

He hung up and you giggled. How did you go from an innocent call with the boy to asking him if he needed to be picked up? You shook your head at yourself, standing and grabbing your keychain.

You left your apartment and drove to the house you knew the party was at. Your friends had told you which house it was in case you changed your mind and came. It was less than ten minutes before you were in front of the bustling house, seeing two boys standing on the sidewalk.

You rolled down the window as they walked over, shouting hey to them. JJ was visibly drunk, stumbling just a little as he leaned into your car, a big smile on his face.

"Hi, pretty."

"Hi, JJ."

Colston helped his teammate into the car, making sure you were good to take care of the boy.

"Yeah, we'll be fine, Colst. I'll let 'im have my couch for tonight. I'll text you if I need anything!"

He nodded, lightly slapping the side of your car twice before retreating to the house. You turned your music back on, leaving it at a low volume as you turned around to drive home. You glanced at JJ and noticed the biggest pout on his face.

"JJ McCarthy. I know I didn't just drive over here to get you just for you to be pouting when you get in my car."

"Just text Colston about it, why don't you?"

You busted out giggling. Drunk JJ was such a treat. His jealousy over your friendship with his teammate was incredibly hilarious.

"I might if you don't start bein' nice t'me."

"Sorry 'm being mean."

He barely murmured it, though it was all you needed. You smiled brightly at him, laughing to yourself. JJ never got drunk, he usually opted for just a drink or two, or being the designated driver.

You got home quickly, making small talk with the now sleepy boy. You parked in your spot, hopping out of the car and walking around the hood to help JJ out. He'd stayed at yours after a party once or twice before, but it had always been with a couple other people. Tonight it was just you two.

You walked in, stepping into the elevator right behind JJ. The two of you stepped out of the elevator as the machine dinged and the doors slid open. JJ grabbed your hand as you walked down the hall to your door. You glanced at him, softly smiling. His eyes were barely open, but he still had a smile on his face. You didn't take the action as anything serious, JJ was a physical touch kind of person. He was always hugging people, patting shoulders, bumping fists. He was extra physical with you though, not that you noticed. You were the only girl he ever really acted like that with, again, not to your acknowledgment.

You wouldn't let yourself believe he liked you. Convinced it would hurt too much when eventually he got a prettier, skinnier, bubblier, more likable girlfriend and left you in the dust. JJ had eyes solely for you, though. He only ever looked at you. He asked anyone and everyone if they knew where you were or if you were coming to the party for God's sake.

You closed the door behind JJ and locked it, telling him to make himself at home. He took his shoes off, trying to neatly organize them in your shoe cubby. He wandered over to the couch as you kicked your shoes off and entered your kitchen. You grabbed a cold water bottle, two Ibuprofen tablets and two Tylenol tablets, the perfect hangover cure. You noticed your still warm banana bread sitting on the counter, perking up.

"Jay, do you want some banana bread?"

You heard his footsteps then saw him come around the corner, his eyebrows raised.

"Hell yes."

You giggled, gesturing for him to come stand by you. You flipped the pan over onto the cooling rack, opening the drawer directly in front of you, pulling out a bread knife. You felt a head slip into the crook of your neck, warm breath on your neck. Heat rushed your face, JJ's contagious smile spreading to you.

"Hi, crazy."

You pointed to the water and pills on the counter as you swerved out of his reach, going to grab a cutting board and a plate.

"Take those and your head won't hurt in the morning. Well, I don't know how much you drank, but that'll definitely make it better."

He nodded, immediately following your directions. He gulped down half of the water bottle while you came back over, laying the loaf of bread on the cutting board. You cut a couple pieces off, setting one onto the plate before sliding it over to JJ. He smiled at you, beginning to devour his snack. Hopefully it would absorb some of the alcohol in his stomach.

"You're amazing, you know."

He said it in a way that made it seem like he meant it on a deeper level than you'd usually assume. He said it like he truly did believe that, and it wasn't just because you fed him warm banana bread. You shook your head, brushing it off as you tore of pieces from your slice.

"No, don't shake your head a'me. You are. You act like you're not but y'are."

He was too good at making you feel special. You were just too scared to believe any of it.

"I just like to take care of people I like."

You smiled innocently at him, shrugging your shoulders as you moved to grab a proper storage container for your bread.

"And I just like when the girl I like believes me when I tell her she's amazing."

You froze in your spot. Sure, JJ had flirted with you for about a year. But, he'd never downright told you he liked you. He's drunk out of his mind. You sighed when you turned around, trying to smile at the boy as you stared into his sleepy eyes.

"You're so sleepy, JJ, and drunk."

He nodded a little, his eyes never leaving yours, that smile never leaving his face. He didn't really notice that you'd downplayed his feelings, he'd noticed even less that he'd straight up told you you were the girl he liked. All he could really notice was how beautiful you looked in the dim light of your kitchen, in your cute pajamas and glasses, hair in a messy braid.

You set JJ up on your couch, getting him another water and some thick and soft blankets and a pillow. You ran your hand through his messy hair as he laid in the couch beneath you. His eyes were begging to close, but he still smiled at you. You quietly told him to go to sleep, turning to leave. You'd only made it to the light switch before he called your name.

"I really do like you, 'm not just drunk. Just get too nervous to tell you, 'm sorry."

Your heart was heavy. You wanted to believe him, but how could you? JJ had never shown what you deemed as genuine interest in you when he wasn't inebriated. All he did was toss flirty comments around, throwing his arm over your shoulder every once in a while.

You couldn't lie and say you didn't notice the different look in JJ's eyes as he peered over the back of your couch. The truth in them.

"If you even remember this in the morning, we can talk about it. Alright?"

"That's perfect."

He smiled at you one last time before sinking below the back of your couch, out of sight.

"Goodnight Jay."

"Night night, pretty."

His words made your heart squeeze. You knew that the affection you felt for JJ wouldn't change, no matter if they were just drunk fibs.

You switched the living room lights off, heading into the kitchen. You set out another water and more pills for whenever JJ woke up in the morning. You checked the locked once more before turning all of the lights off. All you heard as you headed back to your bedroom was JJ's heavy breathing, it calmed your racing heart. You left your door cracked open incase JJ woke up needing something.

Your glasses slid up your head as your rubbed your eyes, sighing. You kept reminding your heart that JJ didn't really know what he was saying, that he would regret it.

The bed you slept countless nights in was uncomfortable as ever tonight, you tossed and turned for most of an over before climbing out of bed. You threw your cute pajamas onto the hardwood floor and traded them for a Lululemon bra and some shorts.

You fell asleep after another forty minutes of shifting every minute or so. Your sleep was light and poor. You woke up a little after four am, just three hours after finally falling asleep. Sleep finally took you again for a couple more hours, just until a little after nine.

After lying and staring at your ceiling for half an hour, you slowly sat up in bed, getting up. You exited your room, dragging yourself to the living room. The couch was empty, the blanket JJ had used folded neatly on top of the pillow. How sweet was he? You turned and walked into the kitchen, finally spotting the dirty blonde boy you wanted to see.

He turned at the sound of your footsteps, smiling. He was holding a water bottle, his eyes tired and his hair still messy.

"Good morning, JJ."

"Hi."

You felt nerves wash over you. This was it, where he either apologizes and regrets everything he said last night, or you got everything you'd hoped for. You went over to where he was leaning against your counter, hopping up to sit on the counter by him. His head fell to your shoulder as if by reflex.

"How do you feel, Jay?"

"Good, better 'cause y'took care of me."

"I just gave you some meds, Jay."

"Still."

You smiled, leaning your head on his. Maybe it would all be okay. Maybe he would be in love with you. You took a deep breath, now or never.

"Jay, do you-"

"Yes."

You pulled your head from his, turning to give him a look.

"You don't even know what I was gonna say."

"I remember what I said."

You bit your lip, still nervous. You look to where your feet dangled in the air, suddenly scared of his gaze on you.

JJ was nervous as hell too, though. You hadn't said that you liked him back, he definitely remembered that. He was beginning to take your silence as disinterest. He just stared at you, waiting for some indication of how you felt.

"And?"

"'And?' And, I like you."

Your nerves escaped from your body in a giggle, the churning of your stomach now butterflies. JJ did not appreciate the laughter though, taking it the complete wrong way.

"You don't have to laugh at me, shit."

He reached his hands to his eyes, rubbing hard as he started off, away from you. You giggled again, realizing your mistake. You jumped from the counter, sighing JJ's name out.

"Wait, wait Jay, I'm sorry. It's not like that."

You grabbed his arm, trying to halt the taller and stronger boy wasn't easy without his compliance. You shouted his name again and he stopped, turning to you.

"I'm not laughing 'cause you like me. I'm laughing 'cause I barely slept last night worried that you wouldn't like me."

JJ finally looked at you. His eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

"What's do you mean? I literally told you I liked you!"

"JJ! You were so drunk! I wasn't about to convince myself that JJ McCarthy liked me just 'cause he said so while he was plastered."

"I wasn't plastered! And, what do you mean when y'say it like that?"

You rolled your eyes, halfway annoyed. He didn't get it.

"JJ, you could probably get with any girl on the Michigan campus if you wanted to. I wasn't convinced that out of all of them you'd actually want me."

"How could I not like you?"

The truth in JJ's eyes made you feel seen. Like he actually knew you. You smiled sappily, pulling the boy down by his shoulder, kissing him deeply. One of JJ's hands gripped the back of your head, the other pulling you closer by the small of your back.

There you were, standing in your kitchen kissing the boy you could've sworn never liked you. The boy you'd been infatuated with for a year. He was finally yours.

JJ pulled away from your lips, his hands moving to cup your face. His smile was brighter than ever. You both laughed, looking into each other's eyes for just a few seconds before JJ pulled you back in.

[blorbocedes]

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

and

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

this fandom just has incredible incredible artists and there's no way to pick just 1 so instead I'll gush about them and i hope you give them some love. one thing ab me is i am PATRON of the ARTS

@st-leclerc my absolute goat. i loooove how you make the gender swap faces still have their Essence in this dreamy soft way... ethereal girl charles i think of you often. has so many pieces that make me feral

@penaltyboxboxbox does the best fucking faces (literally). the one of checo and lewis with the wdc trophy in the bathroom singlehandedly converted me to chewisism and while they've moved on from f1 art the contributions were earth shattering. here's landoscar as zak brown's chibileaders

@formulanni has this wonderful tarot series that is endlessly creative and i love the way they do their colours. i think the one with baby max clinging to his dad's leg made me ache

@kimio7 although semi retired, the hetcedes will forever fuel me and i love you

@kayfabeoutcold the most singular unique art style in f1. instantly recognizable. iconic. vivid colours and linework

@greenygay did a brocedes piece of baby brocedes vs now and the emotion in it. how happy baby brocedes were ahhhhhh. such happy bright colours. also your girl max i think of her

@storm3326 is always doing my favourite Lewis' in these gorgeous outfit and fashion details

@protocolseben i was sold on the chibi robot nico's but this jenson with wings art makes me collapse the beautiful golden colours

@skitskatdacat63's ENTIRE PICREW GAME??? CUSTOMIZABLE FANART absolutely insane this exists. even though i keep making them naked... but that's a me problem...

@f1-sketches is carving out a niche with the dolls telling drivers to do violence and i love it so much i also love when an artist has a super trademark Them running gag. like yeah miffy we have to kill him

@juwaiin has done some lovely nico's with the most wonderful pastel colours

some honorary mentions that make my brain tingle is this scared charles with fish it's super evocative, this bathed in morning glow naked breakfast valtteri, this super smooth max the texture makes my brain fuzzy, nico's clockwork orange eyelashes here my favourite recent max piece and this recent george eyes!!!

if I've missed you I'm soooo sorry this list is no way exhaustive but me going through my f1 fanart tag. f1 fandom has such creative people who do not get the flowers they deserve so please!! if you like something let them know!!! like, reblog, comment, yell in their tags!!!

[wroetominter]

Insecurity - Harry Lewis

It sure has been awhile, I don’t even know how to preface an imagine anymore. I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Y/N X Harry

Warnings: slight angst

Smut: none

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It was no secret Harry had jumpstarted my career. We started YouTube around the same time, both doing our own things and genuinely having a good time. His channel had started to kick off very quickly, with him beginning to gain subscribers almost immediately. My channel? Not so much. I had a steady ten thousand subscribers well over two years into it. Where as Harry, had over three million - and had joined a YouTube group - "The Sidemen".

I had since that time decided to stream instead. It was my element. I loved it. Still love it. Harry had popped into one of my streams quickly to say hello, and ask for my Nando's order. This grasped the attention of thousands upon thousands of viewers - who were now turning up stream after stream. I thanked him endlessly, finally being able to support myself with my content career, and leaving the stuffy job I had worked to make my money.

Now, I lived in a beautiful two bedroom flat in central London. With floor to ceiling windows, I found myself often just staring out of them and wondering, "is this real life?"

Flash forward to the current moment, I opened my window and the crisp, cool air flooded into the flat. My curtains gently blew next to me as I closed my eyes and took in the smell of autumn air. I stretched and took in my surroundings. The city skyline was backlit by a gorgeous pink and orange sunrise, making it nearly impossible to stop staring.

I was pulled from my daydream by the soft buzzing of my phone on my duvet. I grabbed it to find messages from a few friends, and some twitter notifications. I opened the small blue app to see I had been tagged in tons of videos.

I opened a few, seeing that they were all the same clip from what looked to be a stream. Harry's stream. He was playing some geoguessr, and seemed to be at a lull in the game - answering questions.

"Why don't you stream with Y/n anymore?" He read as the donation popped on the screen. You could almost see the instant regret in his eyes as he read it.

"Oh erm, I guess we just sort of fell out of touch. No hard feelings or anything she's lovely, I'd love to catch up with her" I didn't even know what to think. Fell out of touch? I don't quite remember it that way.

— 10 months prior—

Harry and I had been hanging out nearly every day. We were basically joined at the hip. We were doing everything together.

Streaming, eating, going for walks. We basically merged our lives together.

"What's got you all crabby" Harry asked.

"Nothing nothing, just my silly imagination" I was truthfully imagining what would happen if I grabbed his hand as we walked through the heart of our neighborhood.

Harry and I had, what I considered to be a blossoming relationship. We were keeping it to ourselves, only to make sure this was what we wanted before effectively announcing it to the whole world.

In private, we were all over each other. Cuddling on the couch, sneaking kisses in bed as I forced Harry to watch my favorite shows. Public was an entirely different story. Even in front of his flat mates, we were just mates, even if it hurt in those moments.

It all came down to about four months into our relationship. I felt we had it figured out with us. We were at a point in our relationship where we were probably only days or weeks from the ‘I love you' talk. We had certainly sealed the deal in more ways than one, by this time.

We had many conversations about bringing our relationship to the public, not our viewers, but our close friends and family.

Harry seemed to be skeptical, questioning every word I said.

"What if it gets leaked out. Then what?" He asked. He seemed very stressed about the situation.

"Then we handle it the same way everyone else does? Just set our boundaries with what we want to say to the viewers and keep the rest private." I explained calmly.

"I don't think I can handle that." He stated.

My head turned slightly to the side at that comment. Confused by what he meant, I asked.

"I just mean, what if we break up? How will that look to the fans? Like I'm just a womanizer dropping women left and right?" He was referencing the few girls who in previous points of his career he had been seen snogging in clubs and never bringing them up again.

I felt my breath hitch in my throat, oh. So this was all about him. "That may be the most selfish thing I have ever heard." I said softly. I was heart broken that all he seemed to be thinking about was us breaking up. "I thought we were in a really good spot, Harry." His pacing stopped and he looked over at me, seeing the tears brimming my eyes.

"Y/n, no... no... I don't mean it like that." He tried to back pedal.

I was too upset to hear it at that moment, gathering my bag and standing up, wiping my tears on the hoodie of his I was wearing. "Ill make this easy for both of us. No need to go public with something that doesn't exist anymore." I said, leaving the flat.

I can't even remember if he tried to come after me at this point. All I remember is the hurt that it caused, wondering if I would ever get over it.

—present moment—

I shuddered, partially at the chill enveloping the room and partially at the memory of leaving Harry standing there. I trailed over to my closet, reaching in the back for the all too familiar fabric of Harry's hoodie I left with that day. I hadn't washed it, so it still very faintly smelled of his flat.

I decided to get myself ready for the day, dressing casually and cleaning up so I could stream. I was planning to play some dead by daylight with Talia, and then probably some solo game if I felt up to it.

Mid way through the day, as I was still streaming, a notification appeared on my phone.

Harry: can we talk?

Not wanting to lose my poker face on stream, I sat my phone down, ignoring the message for now.

Harry: I'm watching your stream, I know you're ignoring me. I don't blame you, I just want to talk.

I gave in, typing back a quick '0kay, you know where I am' and went back to my game.

Barely an hour had passed since my stream ended. I had taken a shower and just started to cook myself a meal.

A small knock at my door broke me from my trance that I was in cooking up some dinner. I shuffled to the door, opening it to find Harry standing there in a pair of Sidemen joggers and a Nike crewneck. He seemed older, or perhaps that was a trick of the eye caused by the facial hair he was now sporting.

"Come in," I stepped aside and let him in. He came silently and sat at my island, watching me finish up my food and dishing us both up a plate. It was my worst habit, eating when I was nervous. I had no idea what he was planning to say.

"I'm sorry" he said. Nothing further, just he was sorry.

"I was hurt." I blurted. I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"I know, and I would take it back in a second if I could. I wouldn't have said anything I did, it pained me to see your face when I said that" I tried to speak but nothing came out. "I still care for you. A lot. I have feelings for you, deep feelings that I can't shake. Not that I want to. You didn't deserve what I said to you. You deserve better than me but I selfishly still want you. I'm praying that I'm not making a fool out of myself here." A flush had overcome his face.

"You're not." His eyes lit up, head snapping up to meet my gaze. "I don't blame you for what you said. I know you were only worried what would happen to us. But you can't let that dictate your life. Yes, we could have broken up. But that's something that's always a possibility in a relationship. That doesn't mean you give up on it."

"I know," he started. "I feel like you were too good to be real. I know that sounds cliche, but truthfully you are too good for me, and always have been." I sighed,

"Harry, you know me better than this. I want you. Is that not enough?" I asked.

"Want? As in present tense?" I blushed, turning my head to the side.

"Yeah, I guess I'm not over you, like I tried to convince myself I was." I said.

He pushed his plate up, moving to my side of the table and wrapping his arms around me. I felt like we were transported to almost a year ago, when him and I were inseparable. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. Taking in his warmth and comfort.

"I missed my best friend" he whispered in my ear. "And if that's all you want, that's fine. I just need you in my life" my heart fluttered as he said this, holding my face in his large hands.

"Don't be silly Harry," I said, leaning toward him to seal the space between our lips. The kiss was short and sweet. "I missed you too".

[fritextramole]

heal the holes in me

part 2 of a Nate Archibald playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

This Year ~ The Mountain Goats

I played video games in a drunken haze I was 17 years young Hurt my knuckles punching the machines The taste of Scotch rich on my tongue

Going Underground ~ The Jam

We talk and we talk until my head explodes I turn on the news and my body froze

There Is a Light That Never Goes Out ~ The Smiths

Take me out tonight Because I want to see people And I want to see life Driving in your car Oh please, don't drop me home Because it's not my home, it's their home And I'm welcome no more

It’s Obvious ~ Au Pairs

Spending time nowadays By my side That's oh so nice

Fall for Me ~ Matt Doyle

It never has been easy, lover, standing at your side Always thinking you've got something to prove And while I hate to have to blow your cover But it's only pride

Dance With Somebody ~ The Midnight

Take off your armor, let down your hair You could sit on your hands or you could get closer, if you dare And it's not that the rest of us don't have to fight For every bit of love and every bit of light But tonight, it's Friday night

Dance With Me ~ Dirty Honkers

Your hand was shaking as I held it tight We were alone beneath the stars

Triple Dog Dare ~ Lucy Dacus

They put our faces on the milk jugs Missing children 'til they gave up Your mama was right, and through the grief Can't fight the feeling of relief

Video Games ~ Trixie Mattel

They say that the world was built for two Only worth living if somebody is loving you And, baby, now you do

Unwritten ~ Natasha Bedingfield

Let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find

Love My Way ~ Psychedelic Furs

In a room without a door

I Like Me Better ~ Lauv

If we lay, let the day just pass us by I might get to too much talking I might have to tell you something

Ultralife ~ Oh Wonder

Blood running in my veins I've never been here before And I got love falling like the rain I never could've asked for more I got so much soul inside my bones Take a look at me now I'm young forever in the sun

Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) ~ Edison Lighthouse

I'm a lucky fella And I've just got to tell her That I love her endlessly

Oh, What A World ~ Kacey Musgraves

Oh, what a world, don't wanna leave All kinds of magic all around us, it's hard to believe Thank God it's not too good to be true Oh, what a world, and then there is you

Ecstasy (Apple of My Eye) ~ Strawberry Switchblade

Doing all we want to do Seeing things we've never seen Going places we haven't tried to be

Neptune’s Jewels ~ Mystic

Something about my lifestyle makes love so strange

Sundress ~ Zoo Culture

Just picturing you and I on an island in the sky so high That no one can reach us, nobody can preach to us

Big Jet Plane ~ Angus & Julia Stone

Gonna hold ya, gonna kiss ya in my arms Gonna take ya away from harm

Perfect Day ~ Lou Reed

Just a perfect day, problems all left alone Weekenders on our own, it's such fun Just a perfect day, you made me forget myself

What I Got ~ Sublime

Love is what I got, it's within my reach

uuu ~ Field Medic

Lovin' you sure makes me afraid of losin' But I don't care, I can't slow down now

Real Love Baby ~ Father John Misty

Our hearts are free So tell me what's wrong with the feeling I'm a flower, you're the bee It's much older than you and me

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy ~ Queen

When I'm not with you, think of you always I miss you (I miss those long hot summer nights)

Hazel ~ Roy Blair

Can't take back what I've been born with My family's gorgeous, flaws and all I won't ignore them, they're important Keeping these friends until the end

Age of Consent ~ New Order

I thought that you might like to know I received your message in full a few days ago I understood every word that it said

Moon and Waves ~ Haroula Rose

Why does every river's flow reach for the sea? Can they be lonely? Seeking some truth to reveal? Serving their purpose for eternity

august ~ Taylor Swift

For me, it was enough To live for the hope of it all Cancel plans just in case you'd call

[partyfears]

3, 12, 14, and 15 for FT asks? :D

Okay so to start with I’m sorry that I took so long to answer this!! Thank you for asking you lovely person and also I’ve been drinking for hours (merry christmas ho ho ho 🎅🏼) so these answers may be a load of unintelligible shit but lol whatever lets go

3. What is your favourite episode and why?

It might be a controversial one but honestly? Episode 1. I just love beginnings. The hope and potential and possibility of a fresh start, the excitement and thrill of the unknown, the electricity of new connections, I’m just a sucker for it. I watched episode 1 when it first aired and honestly felt as though it could’ve existed as a stand alone short film. It was the perfect way to set the scene for the series but also was such a beautifully told story in its own right. Idk if any of you have watched Weekend by Andrew Haigh? Idk if I’m chatting nonsense here but it gave me a similar vibe to that… all the emotion and potential and unspoken truths simmering under the surface, intense feelings manifesting as sexual interplay… all of it culminating in what felt like somewhat repressed and wasted potential. I’ll shut up now lol but it was such a perfect first episode. I could babble about it endlessly.

12. Which song, used in soundtrack, you liked the most?

Ooooh such a good question - are we talking about the score, or are we talking songs that were included? Whatever I’ll do both

Score wise can I just say it is the most fucking gorgeous soundtrack, I am such a slut for a good soundtrack and this one has me in a chokehold I love it. It’s so emotional, I cry just listening to it. Paul Leonard-Morgan I loge you you’re a genius

My favourite piece of music from the score has to be Waiting for Tim, it makes my heart ache. I’d love to say something a bit more eloquent about it but honestly it just makes me want to throw up from emotion ✌️ omg and Forbidden Joy that plays during the game of charades in ep2, that scene makes me feel like someone just scooped out my insides

Aside from the score I loooove anything by Arthur Russell, especially Love Is Overtaking Me. If Its Magic by Stevie Wonder is also amazing, especially as a choice for the opening scene. Also You Turned The Tables On Me by Anita O’Day. And omg Found A Cure by Ashford and Simpson that plays when Tim and Hawk are dancing in the club, so so so good

14. Do you have any unpopular opinions about Fellow Travelers?

Hmm….

I don’t think it’s controversial, but I do think that all the people on TikTok and the like who comment like ‘Fuck Hawk he’s evil and never loved Tim!!!’ must either be emotionally constipated or like 14 years old. Like how can a fully grown adult watch this show and come to that conclusion???? And whyyyy are people so obsessed with good vs bad? ‘Tim is an innocent baby and Hawk is a BAD MAN’ like how is that all you see?? Surely that is the least interesting thing about these characters? The most wonderful thing about this show is that everybody is painfully human, they hurt and hurt others and make mistakes just like we do. How can you boil down an entire human being to being ‘good’ or ‘bad’? It’s boring and I have no interest in it. It’s so telling of the time that we live in, that people immediately want to categorise human beings based on their perceived morality. All the characters in this show are just shades of grey, they are nuanced complicated human beings carrying all the complexity that a human being should carry. The focus should not be on bad vs good. It frustrates me!! That is surely the least interesting thing about these characters!! They have such rich inner worlds and such complex motives and you want to reduce them down to “Hawk is bad man and Tim is innocent baby and Lucy is evil lady” ugh it’s so BORING how is that all you see

15. What is your favourite relationship from the show (could be romantic or platonic)?

Oh this is so easy. Obviously fav romantic is Hawk and Tim - pretty self explanatory, I won’t elaborate or we’ll be here all day

Favourite platonic is Tim and Jackson without a shadow of a doubt, I’ve talked about this quite a lot on here already (I think? Or was that on reddit?) but yeah, I just feel as though they were connected from the moment Jackson was born and, similarly to how infrequent Hawk and Tim’s interactions were, Tim and Jackson remained connected for life, regardless of how much time and distance was placed between them. They were kindred spirits. I feel as though their scenes together were some of the most pure and honest and powerful in the entire show.

[findusinaweek]

top 5 favorite movie/game/tv soundtracks and/or albums!

Top 5 soundtracks

This was very hard to do! I had to narrow it down to film scores.

Hans Zimmer- Dead Man’s Chest (5:10-5:43 is the French horn part I was obsessed with). Hans is a rockstar of movie music. Is that good or bad? I don’t know. His music kind of all sounds the same but that’s true of many composers or bands. And does it get my blood pumping? Yes. So good enough. Also I found out about Tina Guo through him and I think she’s phenomenal with a cello (electric or traditional). I cannot exclude her from this post (ok this is her playing the Wonder Woman theme). As for Dead Man’s Chest, was it a good movie? Uh, not particularly. But did the music have a profound impact on my musical tastes? Yes. I took a year of French Horn because of that damn movie. Do you know how gross French Horn is? How much spit that thing gets filled with, especially for a teenager? You gotta turn that thing in circles during breaks in music to get all the saliva out. Anyways, I really liked the Kraken theme. I’d watch it on repeat and ask my mom “What’s that instrument?”. Hans is a master of using French horn (and organ) in any of his works actually. I got to see him (and Tina Guo) live in 2017 and it was just so cool. I couldn’t hear anything for a day afterwards.

Dario Marianelli- Anna Karenina (I wrote a paragraph about how much I like Pride and Prejudice more and then realized that is not true. The P&P explanation makes more sense but oH BOY do I LOVE Anna KAReNINa and Dario Marianelli omg I forgot how obsessed with his music I am). Oof. Dario Marianelli is my favorite. I am endlessly upset that my aunt, who knows him, has not introduced me to him. But honestly it’s for the best, I’d make such a fool of myself. I’m including a movie clip because while this is not the best song or moment in the movie, this clip (until 1:34) explains my love of how Marianelli ties well with the foley artists and choreography. The music lines up chair scrapes and footsteps and accordion and trombone and traditional Russian folk music (The Girl and the Birch/ Vo Polye Byeroza) and and and! An ashtray as a cymbal?! I’m obsessed. He also ties in train noises throughout the movie (Briony in Atonement uses a typewriter as percussion). Also Marianelli was listening to Shostakovich while coming up with music for this movie and Shosty is literally the first music I remember so of course I was going to like this. Dance with Me is just such a spectacular waltz, It kinda reminds me of Shostakovich's Jazz Suite No. 2 VI. Waltz II which is uh...my current favorite classical song (idk if there is a connection there or if I'm tired and I just really like music).

Kenji Kawai’s score for the Ghost in the Shell movies. I think that Kenji Kawai’s work for Ghost in the Shell and Ghost in the Shell: Innocence are some of the best examples of mixing traditional music with symphonic music in a score. He uses Bulgarian folk harmonies (which are sooo tight and blow my mind, Marianelli also included a song in the Redemption soundtrack which is imo the only reason to watch that movie) and classical Japanese choral and percussion (the drummer (taiko, maybe?) in the video is mesmerizing) alongside some subtle strings that really drive and build the tension and I get goosebumps or cry almost every time I hear it.

Philip Glass- The Hours. Philip Glass makes me feel things over arpeggios. His work is more simple than many composers but it’s just so, so gorgeous. I find his overall work very grounding. I’m stunned they got him to do a soundtrack? A lot of the themes are taken from his older works but he still composed specific songs for the movie? And honestly the movie isn’t very good without his score (despite my absolute adoration of Meryl Streep). I listen to this music at least once a month, it’s one of my absolute favorite things.

Nicholas Britell- The King. Britell is currently known for his theme to Succession and while that is a lovely theme I adore him for The King. The movie was ok but the music really stuck with me. My feelings on the score are almost entirely vibes based, which is not my M.O. when it comes to soundtracks/scores. I usually want to just KNOW things about the music but in this case I just let it exist with me. It’s full of grief, it feels like a heavy blanket dampening your soul. Sometimes that is what I need, something to sit with to force my mind back into my body. And under that grief is a strength that builds into something hopeful, regal. Strings and choir. Britell mentions he tried to get a “whirling” sound in it. When I’m overstimulated or panicked I gravitate towards songs that just…feel circular, I don’t know what that means. But this soundtrack is chock full of that so I listen to it in times of distress.

[kumarajitmda]

On the Fence About How to Turn Off Glance in Samsung? Read This First!

Hey people! Did you know that your Samsung phone comes with an awesome Glance feature that lets you see customisable content on your lock screen without even unlocking your device? I know some of you may be wondering how to turn off Glance in Samsung, but hold up - I think if you give it a chance, you'll realise that the Glance feature is something you don't want to live without!

I get it - when you first see the Glance feature on your new Samsung, it can be a bit jarring. And you might immediately look for how to turn off Glance in Samsung. After all, you're used to just seeing your wallpaper or a simple clock when you look at your locked phone. But is having useful information and entertainment instantly accessible without inputting your passcode or scanning your fingerprint? That's a total game-changer!

Here's the thing: our phones have become like external brains. We rely on them for everything - communication, information, organisation, inspiration - you name it. But we don't need to be chained to the distraction of constant browsing and app-jumping. With the Glance feature, you can satisfy your desire for news, fun and productivity in bite-sized moments throughout your day.

Others might be worried about privacy with the Glance feature displaying info on your lock screen where anyone can see it. This might be why you're looking for how to turn off Glance in Samsung. I get that concern! But rest assured, the Glance feature doesn't show any sensitive or personalised data. And the Glance feature has settings where you can determine exactly what content it displays. 

So now that I've addressed some of the hesitations around using Glance, let me tell you all the cool things the Glance feature can do so that you don't need to search for how to turn off Glance in Samsung. 

Cool Things That  The Glance Feature Can Do?

If you're considering how to turn off Glance in Samsung, hold that thought! Because it's worth considering why you might want to keep it around.

For starters, the Glance feature gives you an ever-changing selection of gorgeous wallpapers and backgrounds, so you'll never get bored of the view when you check your phone. And the Samsung Glance wallpaper collection is stunning - we're talking vivid nature scenes, abstract art, minimalist designs...eye candy galore!

In addition to changing up your background, the Glance feature keeps your lock screen lively with a feed of fresh stories and articles tailored to your interests. You'll stay effortlessly informed on news, tech, sports, entertainment, science, cculture,and more. The content is super current, so you can impress your friends by knowing the latest headlines. No need to go on an app rampage or look for how to turn off Glance in Samsung!

And for you gamers out there, the Glance feature has an awesome selection of casual games you can play directly from your lock screen; no download required. We're talking simple, addictive games ranging from puzzles to trivia to arcade-style games. Great for passing time in lines or waiting rooms.

For the online shoppers among us, the Glance feature lets you easily browse and discover cool products. You can view curated selections of fashion, gadgets, beauty items, and other goods. And if you see something you like, you can tap to instantly purchase or save for later. No need to open a shopping app or search for how to turn off Glance in Samsung!

Beyond all these awesome features, one of my faves is the Glance feature's live-streaming capabilities. You can view real-time sports highlights, game live-streaming, and more - no app required! 

So before you search for how to turn off Glance in Samsung, think about the benefits of keeping this nifty feature around. It makes your lock screen more lively and engaging, and it may just become something you wonder how you ever lived without! 

With all these options, the Glance feature provides endlessly entertaining and informative tidbits throughout your day. Do you still want to search for how to turn off Glance in Samsung? 

But it's customisable, so you can select your favourite content genres and topics. You'll never again be bored when idly glancing at your Samsung. And I'd be remiss not to mention the settings in the Glance feature that give you granular control. You can time your time on the Glance feature with the Child-Safe mode, determine the frequency of content refreshes, disable specific types of content, and much more.

By now, you're probably convinced that the Glance feature is awesome, but you still may be wondering - how to turn off Glance in Samsung if you want to. The good news is it's super simple to turn off Glance in Samsung if you ultimately decide it's not for you. If you do decide to look for how to turn off Glance in Samsung, just know you'll be missing out a lot.

How to Turn Off Glance in Samsung? 

Just go into your Settings, select Lock Screen, and then disable the Glance feature's toggle. That's it! Of course, I hope you'll give this handy feature a fair shake before following these steps for how to turn off Glance in Samsung.

So in summary, I think the Glance feature has the potential to not only make your Samsung cooler and more fun but also help you be more informed and entertained throughout the day. By providing bite-sized content on your lock screen, it satisfies your info/entertainment needs without sucking you into being glued to your phone. Give it a shot before you search for how to turn off Glance in Samsung. 

Now I'd love to hear, What interests you most about the Glance feature? What concerns do you still have? Let's chat! I'm here to help you optimise your Glance feature experience. So don't hesitate to reach out and let me know how I can assist. Enjoy unlocking the full potential of the Glance feature!.

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StreedTV Reviews: Alfred Hitchcock Presents #3 Triggers In Leash (1955)

Review#11

this was definitely a vast improvement over the last episode, we get our first western tale with two gun fighters Del Delaney & Red Hillman feuding with each other while the homely cook Maggie is caught in between their duel, desperately trying to stop them from killing each other

Maggie was a real sweetheart, she has this grandmotherly attitude and for her age, she's quite attractive with her alluring eyes and gorgeous smile but enough about my thing for milfs and wholesome cooks

This episode was layered in immense tension and suspense, as enthralling as it was, I also appreciated the darkly comedic undertones, it doesn't by any means take away from the realism or intensity of the situation

i just found the prospect of two macho posturing dolts constantly threatening to kill each other yet refuse to actually do anything a tad humorous, I commend Hitchcock for having such talent to make a story both suspenseful and comedic, that's not an easy feat

you also feel emotionally invested since Maggie used to be married to a gun fighter herself named Charlie Rose, who died presumably in a similar manner to how Del & Red plan to end each other

your probably wondering, what the hell started such an intense and vigorous feud? apparently Del & Red where playing a game of poker until Red got too knackered to play so Del quit, Red took offense to this and Del defended himself by beating him

Red takes this as unfair and cowardly on his part since Del got word of red coming for him and decided to high tail it outta there, Maggie manages to impede the duel by cooking some food for them

while they endlessly bloviate to each other, they both agree to draw when the cuckoo clock cries and when it malfunctions, Maggie claims it was god himself stopping the fight so the two leave unscathed and end the feud

after they leave it's revealed Maggie taking the cross statue off the shelf is what caused the clock to malfunction and the episode ends on a lighter note, I think this was my favorite episode so far

despite the paper thin plot it manages to be both suspenseful and slightly comedic, the actors did a fine job especially the actress who plays Maggie, this was also a bottle episode and i really enjoy stories that take place in one location

over all, this was a fantastic and engaging entry, a satisfying tale of morality, discussing how ego and pride can lead men like these to violence and petty vengeance, throwing their lives away for virtually nothing, couldn't recommend it enough, deserves a lot more love

Rating: 9/10

[umbralundertaker]

Smello :^)

平安のエイリアン... Which apparently translates into 'Peaceful Alien'. This is one of the many songs on my Repeat playlist from Touhou- I'm addicted to the soundtrack as of now. And if you guys saw my post about how every single song I've ever heard was from Touhou, you bet that this is one of them. Galaxy Collapse is basically the song that got me into speedcore and breakcore, so learning that it's been from Touhou all along was mind-boggling. I usually prefer remixes compared to the actual OST because of the interesting but wonky soundfont that ZUN employs, but this one is just really fucking good on its own. That weird square-wavy bass guitar in the back really makes this whole piece and gives it a lot of dimension. The snare that ZUN loves to use in every song also lends to the feeling that you're fighting in the sky. Not to mention that the main motifs in this song really lean hard into the 'up and down the octave' type of motifs that serves as ZUNs trademark, and that's perfect for something that I can only assume is fighting an alien. Overall just a great song that I always listen to in full.

Scamming 1 by 1... Roblox Megalovania... uhh skip

しかばねの踊りby Kikuo, which translates into... Shikabane Dance? It certainly sounds like a dance track, which is interesting because from what I can tell it's in 4/4 the whole time. Every song of theirs is a banger, even their more forgettable ones. Really love the violin compared to the harsh sound of chains or something hitting the floor that serve as the backing track. Kikuo's instrumentals are endlessly creative and up there with the greats of Japanese electronic music, and Hatsune Miku's vocals always tie it all together.

Another Touhou track... this one a Jazz cover of Night of Nights. I'd skip game soundtracks and remixes in favor of actual music, but I'm listening to very little real music right now so we're stuck with this. Anyways, this one is absolutely fire I love it immensely. Higher tempo jazz is always so much better than slow, at least in my opinion. Though something that always jumps out at me is that there's far less freestyle in this than I'd expect out of a Jazz cover. The original Night of Nights actually fades out on a freestyle section, so the fact that this remix just... stops with a little trumpet hit? is really jarring every time. There's a cute little brass solo interspersed in the middle somewhere, which I do enjoy, but I don't really think it makes up for that missed opportunity. Still, I absolutely love this group, they make great Jazz

Omori- Metal Remix by J-Trigger. This one is GORGEOUS. This person has made a few other Omori metal remixes, and by God they're all amazing. He even did one for White Space! Which is just a 6 note loop!! But it was incredible and beautiful!!! Anyways I love the Omori soundtrack but the way this guy improves on it is just... something else. I don't know if he has original music but if he doesn't he should definitely get on that. I don't have much to say about the song itself because it's just so passionate and emotional. Just wonderful

Time Paradox - esquii. Yeah another Megalovania remix. Its fire though

Winner, Winner, What's Four Dinner Boys - Marina Hova. Now THIS is in actual banger, as in I can't not bob my head to it every time I listen. It's just really fucking good, I don't really have much to say about it. I love the Lisa soundtrack, and I love cowbell, and I love that stupid shrill voice synth that W2D wont stop using.

espial - Oliver Buckland. Yes I got it from Ena, what can I say it has a good soundtrack. Anyways this is a wonderfully calming song and features a very pretty piano. This song was kind of my gateway drug into ambient (which OP helped exacerbate. Peer pressure is a powerful thing). I don't have much to say except Please listen to it its good.

Necrofantasia - RichaadEB. I fucking love the Touhou soundtrack sorry guys. Richaad has some of the best metal covers around- and listening to his Touhou albums were one of the bigger factors that got me interested in Touhou. It also helps that the main motif is so beautiful it makes me tear up a little. I don't care that it's repetitive it's just really fucking good

輝く針の小人族 ~ Kobito of the Shining Needle. Now THIS is what I call a fucking SONG. None of that weak ass bullshit. This song is 85% build up and 15% drop but it's all worth it. ZUN has a masterful use of his soundfont here. Everything is in its proper place. Apparently this is from the 14th game (!!!) which. I certainly hope he has a better handle on his music by then. But I digress this is a fucking work of art. This is actually the song that, not single-handedly mind you, but was the needle that broke the camel's back and finally got me into Touhou. I heard this shit and dropped everything and downloaded Highly Responsive to Prayers the very next day.

Okay thats it bye bye

Stolen prompt: shuffle your likes or your favorite playlist and post the first ten tracks

I’m doing my on repeat playlist since I don’t trust my actual everything playlist…plus you gotta talk about the song and I can’t do that with the hundreds of random music I saved because I sort of liked it…

The Rain - Smash Into Pieces. One of the few vent songs I play when mommy issues flare up lol…also I always love songs that use the sun as a goal, to finally feel it after years of darkness and cold. It goes hard.

Dreams Without a Future - Sabled Sun. Beautiful piano but it’s the title that really punches me. I can’t articulate it. Just let it sink in. Dreams without a future, hopes with no hope, yearning for what is forever out of reach. Consider that the song is part of a project about a dying, overindustrilaized earth and…

The Blood is Art - Pastelle. This is one of my main ship songs uhhhh so to spare everyone…I really enjoy the singer’s voice, she nails the ethereal and angelic, and hearing it with such angry lyrics and sharp turns in notes is really interesting. And I adore the ending, just haunting vocalizations that are seeped in regret and sorrow…

Pottle - Bengalfuel. For once I cannot wax poetic about an ambient song. It’s just really calming and relaxing, 10/10 noises.

Love You (When You’re a Mess) - Jadudah. found this song during a really lull era where I wasn’t finding any new good music so I became so obsessed. The guitar riffs go crazy. Also I found this song when I was first getting into my stupid ship so 😅

Island - Bengalfuel. This is from the same album as 4 so…still applies. Nice noises, I like it a lot more for having reverb and longer notes.

Wicked Game - Chris Isaak. Quintessential post-hang out song. I use it mainly to relax but still want something more song-like than ambient. Again, I love guitar, and the strumming in this is really something.

Your Eyes Open - Keane. Another thing I really love is unconventional instruments together. So I really enjoy how the piano is used alongside drums and vocals. And again, I really enjoy long notes which the vocals easily supply.

(I skipped a song because it was another BENGALFUEL ALBUM ONE) Into The Unknown - Starset. I actually used to hate this song haha. But then it grew on me. Did you know there’s piano in this too? You can only hear it with good headphones, buried in the chorus. But, starset has my favorite hard rock/metal guitar riffs, hence why they’re like…my #1 band. I paid $140 to get my albums signed 🤨

Secret of Life - Lord Huron. The chorus would help me reach like 20mph on my bike it went so hard. Also reminds me of one of my favorite OCs…I should really go back to writing…oh well.

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be my baby ~ thomas bordeleau

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The night we met I knew I needed you so

And if I had the chance I'd never let you go

thomas watched from a distance as you laughed at something mackie said. he noticed how all the freshman were engaged in everything you were saying, he couldn’t blame them. 

you were gorgeous. 

“hey bords, meet y/n!” eddy called as thomas walked towards you. the first thing thomas noticed about you was how your eyes smiled before your face brightened. 

you held your hand out for the bordeleau boy “y/n l/n, nice to meet you.”

“thomas bordeleau,”

after ethan introduced you to thomas, the two of you got into heavy conversations over tattoos and clothes. “i still think you should get that tattoo on your back,” you told him. 

thomas laughed slightly before nodding “we’ll see,”

the night ended with you tucked under thomas’ neck, his arms wrapped around you protectively. 

So won't you say you love me

I'll make you so proud of me

after the party you and thomas kept in touch with one another. the two of you texted everyday about the tiniest things that happened that day. 

"we did it mon amour, we’re going to the finals!” thomas exclaimed as you answered the phone. you screamed in delight and congratulated him. 

“i’m so proud of you baby.” 

being the nosy boy he is ethan peeked over bords shoulder to see who he was talking to and was surprised to see your face on the other end of the screen. 

ethan’s theories were confirmed when he saw bords bring you in for a tight hug after the teams loss in the finals. “i didn’t know they were close,” luke commented as he stood beside ethan. 

the rest of the freshman class nodded and watched with close eyes as you consoled their teammate. 

“i’m signing with the baracuda,” thomas whispered once the two of you were in his hotel room. 

you nodded in response and stayed silent, tracing his tattoos with your fingers. 

“mon amour, talk to me,” he whispered, lifting your head up to meet his eyes. 

“i’m proud of you,” you replied giving him a kiss. 

We'll make 'em turn their heads every place we go

So won't you, please, be my, be my baby

you and bords didn’t make your relationship public till world championships. you were in finland on holiday and when thomas mentioned the event you booked tickets for every team usa game to watch your boyfriend. 

the two of you played around with posting snippets of each other on your stories for months and finally thomas posted a picture of you and him after the game. 

thombordeleau_

thombordeleau_: my girl 💗

both your phones started blowing up with messages from michigan wondering when the two of you started dating and asking how they never noticed.

Be my little baby, my one and only baby

Say you'll be my darlin', be my, be my baby

Be my baby now, my one and only baby

Wha oh oh oh

you followed thomas to development camp in san jose over the summer. the two of you were scared about your ability to handle the long distance relationship. 

the month thomas spent after the frozen four was good practice but the two of you were seeing each other in short intervals. 

“you know i love you and only you right.” 

thomas told you one morning. you turned to him confused by the statement but nodded either way. 

“you are the only man i love thomas bordeleau.” 

I'll make you happy, baby, just wait and see

For every kiss you give me I'll give you three

the boys were all down in michigan for one last time. the school had reached 100 seasons of college hockey, and that team included your boyfriend. 

you stood by ethan and mackie searching endlessly for your boyfriend only to be picked up and spun around from behind. 

“miss me mon amour?” thomas whispered in your ear. 

the boys teased your red cheeks as you turned and kissed your boyfriend. everyone cheered for the two of you as you pulled apart. however, thomas didn’t let you go as he planted three more kissed on your lips. 

Oh, since the day I saw you

I have been waiting for you

as thomas watched your sleeping form against his chest, he couldn’t help but think about how lucky he is to have you in his life. 

brendan walked into his bestfriends room fully expecting thomas to be alone and was shocked to see you with him. 

thomas was quick to bring a finger to his lips and keep brendan quiet. “oh shit, i’m sorry,” brendan aplogised. before leaving the room completely brendan peeked his head around the door. 

“i’m happy you found her bords, you treat her well alright.”

You know I will adore you 'til eternity

it was finally time for your graduation and you were excited to finally be done with school. you were also excited to finally be able to move to san jose with thomas. 

“y/n!” the boys called once the ceremony was over. they all came down to watch your graduation after all the support you gave them during their years at michigan. 

you gave them all a hug and thanked them for attending. 

thomas was the last person to congratulated you and he held a close hold on your hip during your hug. “i am so proud of you mon amour,” he whispered. 

dylan tapped on your shoulder which made you turn your attention away from your boyfriend and when you looked back, thomas was down on one knee. 

“y/n l/n, ever since eddy introduced you to me you have captured my attention and now you have captured my heart. we’ve been through a lot together and there’s two more things i want to do with you so y/n would you do me the greatest honour by being able to call myself your husband?”

you squat down to thomas’s level and nodded your head bringing him in for a kiss.  

So won't you, please, be my, be my baby

Be my little baby, my one and only baby

Say you'll be my darlin', be my, be my baby

Be my baby now, my one and only baby

Wha oh oh oh oh

it was finally the day of yours and thomas’ wedding and you were so excited. the wedding was during the off season so that everyone could attend in montreal. 

as you waited outside the door to walk in, ethan snuck outside. “how are you feeling?” he asked. you smiled up at the boy and shrugged. 

“i’m honestly so excited to marry thomas but i just really want to get out of these heels,” you answered honestly. 

ethan nodded before kissing your cheek and heading back into the hall. it was at that moment the brides march started playing and you walked out with your father towards thomas.

your soon to be husband looked at you with loving eyes, a soft smiled on his lips. there was only one though running through both your minds 

“we’re actually getting married.”

So come on and, please, be my, be my baby

Be my little baby, my one and only baby

Say you'll be my darlin', be my, be my baby

Be my baby now, my one and only baby

Wha oh oh oh

[mrcowboydeanwinchester]

🌸 sapphicnatural fic rec list! 💜

inspired by the ever wonderful @lesbianjoannaharvelle i decided it was finally time for me to make a sapphicnatural fic rec list! these are my (current) favourite 10 sapphicnatural fics of all time, and there's such a mix in here i really do think there's something for everyone. enjoy <3

Growing A New Half Soul by HeddersTheOwl @kerryweaverlesbian

E, jody/donna, 18k

one of my favourite spn fics ever. incredible writing and characterisation, gorgeously sensual and great disablednatural content too. cannot recommend enough

Violet by ghost_roads @queerstudiesnatural

NR, jo/cassie, 4k

the blueprint for a whole era of sapphicnatural posting - essential reading for sapphicnatural truthers. a spendidly written case fic with the atmosphere of early supernatural, just endlessly better

A Weight Lifted by knifegirlruby @lesbianjoannaharvelle

G, jo, 1k

jo shaves her head. an outstanding exploration of jo having some very butch, sapphic, gender feelings, with lines which make me gasp out loud every time i read them

Listen, I tell you a mystery by bathilda bagshot

T, anna/mary, destiel, 26k

when i think of annamary, i think of this fic; it completely altered the lens through which i view both mary and anna. it switches between mary and dean's pov, but this only serves to make you feel more insane over everyone involved

my heart a rotary phone and yours the only number i dial by halfwheeze @magdaclaire

T, ellen/missouri, 10k

an atmospheric and vividly moving fic which delves into some of our most beloved but underrated female characters throughout their lives. another defining sapphicnatural fic for me

Faith Undone by iamfoxfire @supersapphical

E, anna/laylah, 9k

would it really be a sapphicnatural rec list without this fic? absolutely game-changing, and an incredible example of a thoughtful, artfully contructed one hit wonder (also with some of the best religious imagery smut i've read)

Coda by basset_voyager

T, jo/anna, 12k

some of the most heartfelt jo characterisation out there, with absolutely beautiful writing and images which still stick with me. both jo and anna are given wonderful space to breathe

Fragile As We Lie by perilously

E, anna/bela, 11k

anna drags bela out of hell. this is full to the brim with meaningful characterisationl; there's incredible interplay between anna and bela and the sexuality of the tension between them

i don't know nothing (and that's fine) by halfwheeze

G, madga/claire, 7k

another mindblowing rendition of a thoughtful, gorgeous one hit wonder. heavy and sweet with a chance for both characters to really shine, an absolute sapphicnatural must-read

the righteous woman (and the fallen angel) by high_queen

G, jo/anna, 1k

the lazarus rising arc annajo rewrite you never knew you desperately needed. the concept alone is incredible and its execution is impeccable - for a short fic, it leaves a big impact

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🌸and some cheeky bonus sapphicnatural fics from yours truly <3🌸

Jo Daily

T, jo/cassie, 37k

previously unseen entries of Jo's blog from 2005. follow her struggles with her mother and the absence of her father, her experiences with her first boyfriend rick, and her first positive encounters with girls her own age

jo, aged 13, removes nail polish behind a locked bathroom door

G, jo, 1k

the freak with the knife collection tries to paint her nails

be still, my beating heart

T, jo/rowena, 1k

the jo stabs rowena homoeritcally in the heart fic

[hockeylvr59]

Wedding Dress || Matthew Tkachuk

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no 

Author’s Note: This was completely inspired by the song Wedding Dress by Levi Hummon because it just screamed Matty to me. I have another song in mind for a follow up, let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in. 

Warnings: mentions of legal drinking

Word Count: 1,134

~~~~~~

Everyone that knew Matthew Tkachuk knew that he was a goner for her from the moment they met. And though he tried to deny it - at least at first - that everyone included him. 

But what wasn’t there to be a goner for? She was smart, funny, beautiful, and his entire family loved her. They had met her first after all, given that she was a graduate assistant for Taryn’s field hockey team at UVA. 

Matthew could still remember the day he first met her, standing outside the visitor’s locker room in D.C. next to his sister. She was wearing one of the many Flames shirts that Taryn had acquired over the past few years and was laughing at something his sister had said. The way she smiled made it impossible for him not to mirror her expression involuntarily even if they had lost the game to the Capitals in overtime. 

His sister had introduced them and explained that the beautiful woman in front of him had offered to be her ride since she didn’t have a car at school. Well, Taryn didn’t phrase it quite like that but that was the gist that Matthew had gotten out of it. He’d later learned the role that she played in his sister’s life but even without that knowledge he was grateful that Taryn had such a great support system at school including having someone willing to drive her up to D.C. mid-week just to watch him play. 

Before long, she had been added to their family group chat, helping to arrange for Chantal and Keith to attend a tournament Tayrn was playing. Even after the tournament, she remained, providing Matthew with updates about her life and who she was as a person: witty, able to give it just as good as she got it, and never afraid to call him and Brady out on their shit. Matthew was growing more and more infatuated everyday. 

By the time summer arrived, Matthew was already head over heels and he’d only met her once. Learning that she was going to spend the summer with them nearly knocked him off his axis and the first few weeks were honestly a little embarrassing for him. She was just...so perfect... and Matthew didn’t know how to act around her. Brady teased him endlessly once he’d realized and Taryn had threatened him to back the fuck off because this was one of her mentors and friends. 

Matthew of course didn’t listen. Well...he’d tried, but failed miserably the first time they took the boat out on the lake and he saw her in nothing but a semi-skimpy bathing suit laughing and drinking with his mom. He’d been unable to bite back a flirty comment and when she returned her own he was sunk. Matthew wasn’t present for the ensuing conversation with Taryn but clearly the girls had reached an accord of some sort with a promise that she could handle Taryn’s older brother. 

Since then, they’d been together. Through the highs of a party and relaxation filled summer and the lows of a long distance relationship once September hit and Matthew had returned to Calgary while the women he loved went back to Virginia. It hadn’t been easy but they had made it through that first year and Matthew was by her side as she graduated with her masters degree. It was at that point that people...namely Chantal and Matthew’s grandmother...started asking if there would be wedding bells anytime in the near future. But they’d talked it over and agreed to wait. Even though she was planning to come to Calgary in the fall, neither saw any reason to rush that step of their lives. They were more than content with where they were, moving in together was going to be a big enough step already. Matthew recalled that she’d told him repeatedly that she didn’t need a ring on her finger to know that he loves her and that marriage could wait until they were both truly ready for it. 

Yet, now...just a few months later...Matthew was questioning that decision. Letting her tug him to the dance floor at Mitch Marner’s wedding he couldn’t help but think about how much he loves her as she rested her head against his chest, slowly swaying to the beat the band played. Across the room Steph, Mitch’s bride, was mingling with the guests. Matthew wasn’t stupid, he knew Steph looked gorgeous today as the bride certainly should, but when his eyes fell back on the woman in his arms his mind drifted away. 

She’d be the most stunning bride the world has ever seen. Maybe it was just the champagne starting to go straight to his head but for the first time he couldn’t help but wonder how she’d respond if he proposed. Would she even say yes? He knew that he was far from perfect, that she was leaps and bounds outside of his league, but he was pretty sure that she loves him as much as he loves her. 

They said they were going to wait, but the way she’d cried during the vows made him wonder now if that was something she wanted for herself. Did she really want to wait? Or did she want to be the one to catch the white bouquet that Steph had left waiting at the couple’s table to throw later in the evening. It was a silly superstition that whoever caught it was going to be the next to get married but suddenly Matthew didn’t even care, he wanted her to be the one to catch it so that he could made that stupid wives tale true. 

Spinning her around, Matthew watched the fabric of her dress swirl around her knees and after a moment he pulled her back against his chest kissing her deeply. His eyes sought out hers and he slid his hand around her lower back smiling softly down at her. 

They’d only been together for a little over a year, but Matthew knew that she was the one. Aside from the Stanley Cup, there was only one thing he wanted in life and he was now determined to make it happen. 

He wanted to see her in a wedding dress. To make the most perfect woman he’d ever met his wife. Now obviously wasn’t the time, but as soon as he got a ring...asked her father’s permission...he was going to get down on one knee. 

Until then, he was just going to fantasize about the way she’d look in not just any wedding dress, but her wedding dress. He already knew she was going to blow him away and that he’d be even more in love with her then, then he is now. 

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Congrats!! Prompt: Lily + green + bittersweet

@elizabeth-dicewielder i hope you like this!!

“Congrats, Potter!”

“Well done, Captain!”

“Excellent match, James, you deserved the win!”

“Gryffindor for the win! Prongs, you wonderful, fucking talented bastard!”

Lily snorted to herself as she watched Sirius Black shove aside the groupie that had been hounding his friend since he had entered the Gryffindor Common Room. He smacked James Potter on the back and the two boys embrace enthusiastically.

“You were on the team too, you idiot!” James laughed.

“You won the game for us!” Sirius Beamed back. “Here, have some firewhisky, you deserve it.”

He shoved a bottle of the amber liquid at Potter, who grinned and raised it, clinking Sirius’s glass.

“Cheers! Here’s to beating those Ravenclaws!”

Lily let her eyes linger on the Captain’s muscular forearms, on his athletic shoulders, which looked ready to burst through his skin-tight quidditch uniform, the way it hugged the outline of his pecs and abdominal muscles, his muscular calves, his-

“Lily, you’re staring.”

Mary MacDonald’s voice sounded amused. Even now Lily was reluctant to tear her eyes away.

“Very obviously staring. You seem very, er, thirsty. Shall we get you a drink?”

Mary was outright laughing at her. Lily’s sharp elbow dug into her annoying friend’s side and Mary yelped in surprise.

“I’ll get it myself, you muppet!” Lily said, trying to keep her expression neutral even as she felt herself turning red.

“You’re very pretty when you blush, Evans.”

She turned around, heat rising, and gave Sirius Black a condescending glance, before downing an entire glass of firewhisky in one go. The golden liquid made her throat burn, her eyes sting. She didn’t splutter or cough once. She watched Sirius’ gaze, impressed, his expression softening a bit.

“Fuck off,” she said, when she could speak.

“Don’t you like being complimented?” he said with a smirk.

“Not particularly,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes good naturedly. “Would you like it if I said you were looking pretty?”

He made a face.

“Not particularly,” he said, laughing.

She laughed too, twisting the glass in her hand.

“You do look well, Evans,” the dark haired boy said. “Trying to impress anyone?”

She had worn a muggle outfit, a long, boho dress in very fine crepe de chine polyester fabric with swirls of sea green, bright pink, cornflower blue. Her hair was long and wavy, the dark auburn colour highlighting her emerald eyes. She had worn it become she looked almost ethereal in it, stunning, and because...

Her eyes fell on the Gryffindor captain again, who was linking arms with a tall, dark-haired witch, a Seventh Year girl, who was also on the Quidditch team. She looked wonderful and they looked well together, happy, laughing, contented.

She had only found out they were dating when she had seen Potter pull her in for a quick kiss. Dorcas had confirmed it, sensitively. She had dropped her glass of butterbeer, smashing it on the floor. And replaced it with something stronger.

“They look well together,” she said.

She was still twisting the glass in her hand.

Sirius looked over at his friend. He shrugged his shoulders.

“She’s great,” he said. Noncommittal.

“I’m glad he’s happy.”

If Fifth Year Lily could have seen herself now at the start of Seventh Year, the bittersweet tone of her voice, longing in her eyes, brooding facial expression... she’s have been stunned.

“You are in your arse,” said Sirius.

She stared back at him, preparing herself to look highly offended. But...

“Come on, Evans, don’t be a coward,” Sirius Black’s grey eyes flashing, full of challenge.

“Look. I’m glad he’s happy, I’m not lying, alright? I just... I just wish I was the one making him happy. Satisfied?”

She sighed and poured herself another drink. She couldn’t believe she had just said it. Must be the alcohol.

“That’s my girl, a true Gryffindor,” Sirius said, his grey eyes alight now, twinkling dangerously.

“If you fucking say a word to him, I swear to you-“

“My lips are sealed, Evans,” he said, putting his arm around her and squeezing her shoulder tightly. “He’s my best friend, but that doesn’t mean he’s not an idiot. And anyway, we’re friends too now, aren’t we?”

“Yeah, I think we are, Padfoot,” she said, using the nickname she had heard for the past two years.

“One of these days I’ll explain where that comes from,” Sirius said, barking a laugh as he took her hand and led her to the centre of the Common Room, where numerous couples had started to slow dance. “Sometimes When We Touch” came on the magical record player.

“Come on then, Evans, a dance for old time’s sake, seeing as we’re mates. It’ll cheer you up. Do it for me. I’m thwarted in love and drowning my own sorrows. Help a chap, would you?”

“Oh?” she was surprised that the suave, charming but aloof boy was opening up to her of all people. He hadn’t liked her last year, but they had grown closer since then, realising they had much in common.

“Oh fine, Sirius, just because you asked nicely,” she said, pushing his arm playfully, slightly less morose than before.

“Excellent,” he said, putting his arms around her waist.

She didn’t see the flash of mischief in his eyes.

The lyrics played...

At times I'd like to break you

And drive you to your knees

At times I'd like to break through

And hold you endlessly

At times I understand you

And I know how hard you've tried

I've watched while love commands you

And I've watched love pass you by

At times I think we're drifters

Still searching for a friend

A brother or a sister

But then the passion flares again

James Potter was now staring at his attractive friend, holding onto Evans’ waist, Evans who looked bloody gorgeous in her beautiful muggle dress, like a vision... wait, what? And Sirius still wearing his tight Quidditch gear, which for some bloody stupid godforsaken reason he seemed to have charmed to fit him too tightly, look at his bloody arse that was fucking ridiculous, and WHAT DO YOU MEAN “THEN THE PASSION FLARES”!?!?!

Lily Evans had her head on Sirius’ chest, a glass of firewhisky still in her hand, the other one looping casually around his friend’s neck. Occasionally they murmured something between them, both of them giggling aloud, intimate, serene. Playfully swatting each other, Sirius whispering in her ear, Lily’s neck arching backwards, her eyes closed blissfully...

And sometimes when we touch

The honesty's too much

And I have to close my eyes and hide

I wanna hold you 'til I die

'Til we both break down and cry

I wanna hold you 'til the fear in me subsides

Sirius caught him staring and smiled back, smug, with a barely raised eyebrow.

James stared back, raising both brows, surprise, trying a feigned indifference. Trying, and failing.

What the fuck, his look said, I didn’t know you fancied Lily?

Maybe I do, Sirius Black’s eyes challenged. You’re over her anyway.

Potter sweeps a hand over his face in desperation.

[nextdoor-neighbors]

What Friends Are For

Link to Part Two!

Request: Hi! Idk if you’re taking requests but I got this idea and it won’t leave my head lol: reader is best friends with the twins and/or closest to George (like platonic soulmates) and wants to lose their virginity so George is basically like “yeah sure I can help you out, what are friends for?”

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Smut, language

A/N: Sorry I’ve been gone for a bit guys, but here’s this, I hope you all enjoy! It’s been a while since I’ve written a George one!

You were the last virgin in your friend group.

You hadn’t told anyone, mostly because you were slightly embarrassed. So, your friends were just under the impression that you’d hooked up with someone one night and lost your virginity, but wouldn’t tell them who.

It’s not that you didn’t want to have sex. You did. It was just the matter of finding someone to have sex with that was difficult.

But one night, the pieces finally come together, as you sit with your best friend, George Weasley, in his dorm. The rest of his roommates and your friends are out, but Merlin knows where. You guess that Angelina and Fred are probably off hooking up somewhere, because when Fred wasn’t with you and George, he was always with her. Not that it bothered you; you’ve always enjoyed alone time with George. The two of you had always been closer than you and Fred, because George always seemed to understand you better. You’re convinced that he knows you better than you know yourself.

Now, you lay on his bed with him as he reads to you (an activity that you always kept from Fred, knowing he’d tease you endlessly about it), but your mind is elsewhere. You’re more focused on how close you are to him in this tiny bed, how your arms are pressed together, and how you can feel his body heat.

An idea pops into your head, and the second it’s there, you know it’s not going to leave.

“George,” you say, abruptly.

He stops reading and glances over at you.

“Yeah?”

“I wanna lose my virginity.”

You prop yourself up on your elbow so you can turn to look at George better. A look of confusion crosses his face, his eyebrows furrowing.

“You said you already-”

“I lied,” you admit, “because I was embarrassed that I was the only one in our friend group that hasn’t had sex yet. And since you guys talk it up so much, I just... I don’t know.”

George sets the book on his nightstand and turns his body to face yours. There was no denying how attractive he is, and plus, he’s probably the person you trust most in the world. What better person to get some experience from?

“You didn't have to lie, Y/N,” George says softly, “we wouldn’t have judged you because of it, or anything, if that’s what you were worried about.”

He reaches out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, which, any other time, you wouldn’t think twice about. But now - with these thoughts of losing your virginity to George on your mind - the simple gesture takes your full attention.

“I want to, though. Lose my virginity. And-” you continue, knowing George, “not just to fit in, or whatever you’re thinking. Because I want to experience it.”

George pulls his lower lip in with his teeth, and you know him well enough to know that he does that when he's thinking about something.

“I mean...”

You wait for him to continue, not wanting to jump the gun, but you somehow just know that the two of you are thinking the same thing. You usually are, after all.

“I could...I could help you out?”

You can’t help but smile nervously. “Are you sure?”

George returns your smile, looking much more at ease than you feel. “Yeah, what are friends for?”

You laugh, but it’s quickly cut off by George pressing his lips against yours. You make a soft noise of pleasure against his mouth as you scoot closer to him, wrapping the arm that’s not propping you up around his neck and sliding your fingers into his hair. His hand finds your waist and grips it tightly, his fingers digging into your skin.

He half rolls so that he’s on top of you, pressing his body down against yours so that you can feel practically every inch of him.

His mouth leaves yours, kissing and sucking alone your jawline and neck. You tilt your head back to give him better access, pleasure flooding your body. You feel yourself growing more wet by the second as his tongue traces your collarbone and his hands slide under and up your shirt.

George pulls away, sitting up, and you worry that something’s wrong until he says,

“Take your shirt off.”

You immediately listen to his command, removing your shirt as he does the same. You take a moment to look at his toned chest, the freckles spattered over his pale skin. He gazes at you in return, eyes searching your body before he makes eye contact with you again.

“If at any point you want to stop, Y/N-”

You shake your head. “I want this, George.”

A small smirk forms on his lips as he moves his attention to your lower half, pulling at your skirt. He tosses it aside, leaving you in your bra and underwear. He drags his fingers down your stomach and along the hem of your panties teasingly.

“George,” you whimper, bucking your hips up towards his hand.

“What?” he says, innocently, that smirk still on his face as his hand finally slips under your panties, his fingers teasing your entrance.

You let out a moan as he pushes a finger inside of you.

“You’re so wet already,” he murmurs, his other hand coming to rest on your thigh, gripping it tightly as he begins pumping his finger in and out of you.

“Fuck,” you say, tilting your head back at the pleasure, but George’s hand leaves your thigh and wraps around your neck.

“Look at me,” George demands, adding another finger, so you do exactly that, meeting his eyes. Between the eye contact, his hand around your neck, and his long fingers curling inside of you, the pleasure is almost too much to handle, building inside of you and spreading down your legs.

Much to your disappointment, George takes his fingers out of you and lets go of your neck. He begins to get off the bed, undoing his belt. Your eyes are glued to his bulge straining against his pants, because you can already tell that he's big, which is confirmed once he pulls down his pants and boxers in one move, his erection springing free.

“You’re so big,” you say, and you can’t help but wonder how you’re going to take him.

He grins, joining you back on the bed and straddling your legs, pulling your panties down and tossing those to side, just as he did with your skirt.

“I’ll be gentle. If it hurts, let me know, and I’ll stop, okay?” George says, guiding your legs, pushing them up so that your knees are up and your feet are planted firmly on the bed. He pushes your thighs apart, looking you over a few times.

“You’re gorgeous, Y/N. Absolutely stunning. I say that in the most friendly way possibly, by the way.” He winks at you as he positions himself at your entrance.

You can’t help but giggle. “Right. Of course.”

He leans down to kiss you, hard and passionate, before beginning to push himself inside of you. You gasp at the sensation, at how big he is, and how he fills up every inch of you. It definitely hurts, due to his size, but you don’t want him to stop.

“Fuuuck, Y/N,” he groans, “you’re so tight.”

He pauses, once he’s mostly inside of you, letting you adjust to him.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice quiet and strained.

“Yeah, George, keep going.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He starts slow, trying to be as gentle as possible as you get used to him, but quickly begins increasing speed. He lets out groans and grunts as he thrusts into you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You clutch at him, digging your nails in his back.

“Fuck, George-”

“You feel so good, Y/N-”

You feel yourself edging closer and closer to orgasm, and judging by George’s less controlled thrusts, you guess that he is, too.

“I’m close, George,” you whimper.

“So am I,” he breathes, “Cum for me, princess.”

After a few more thrusts, you release, the pleasure shooting through your body. You let out a loud moan, and George finishes shortly after, inside of you, groaning into your skin.

He pulls out of you, slowly, and grins at you as he looks you over, his chest rising and falling quickly.

“What do you think?”

You smile back, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him. He looks gorgeous like this: flushed, hair messy.

“Are you asking for a post-sex rating, Weasley?”

He laughs, pushing himself off the bed to grab his shirt off the floor, which he tosses at you. You don’t hesitate to put it on, laying back down after you do so.

“Yes, Y/L/N, I am. If you have any critiques, I’ll gladly hear those, too. Anything to improve my game.” He winks at you before grabbing his pants and pulling them back up.

You laugh. If you were being honest with yourself, you wouldn’t mind doing that again, with George. After all, it’s just a friend helping out another friend.

Right?

[egg-emperor]

Do you have a favourite Eggman? From voice, personality, media? And any type of Eggman you're not keen on? Or, do you just love the evil scientist regardless?

I'm actually rather picky when it comes to my Eggman/Robotnik versions and have a very refined taste because I've always believed that there should be a specific criteria in design, personality, portrayal, tone, etc, regardless of the redesign/universe/media, otherwise it just doesn't look and feel like him to me and sometimes it strays so far that it might as well be an entirely separate character and series. There are versions of Eggman/Robotnik that feel that way and they lack what made me like him in the first place, taking away the appeal.

I love modern Eggman most, he's always been my absolute favorite and always will be! He's endlessly entertaining with his thrilling (but unfortunately often downplayed) evil, his underappreciated plans and creations, both his badass and funny memorable moments, his charming voices from Deem Bristow and Mike Pollock (they're tied as my favorite voice for him), his absolutely GORGEOUS design, and more. He always steals the show, has all the best moments in the best games and makes even the worst games worth my time for him. I feel he's the most consistently well written and interesting character in the series and I feel very lucky.

I feel the same way about classic Eggman because he's the exact same guy and version, just with a different look. He has the same personality, a different but still very cute design that only makes the great evil he's capable of even more impressive and impactful, and his creations and plans are just as great as modern's. He has a special place above all others in my heart too. My first game was Heroes so I saw modern first but I got the Mega Collection shortly after, so I got to fall in love with him across both versions at the same time.

06 Eggman isn't really a separate version from classic/modern, he's just a different variant of modern but I think there are enough differences to separate him for the list. Anyway, I think he's overhated. His golden nipple caps on his jacket are hilarious but his design isn't that bad. I'd make a few alterations and it obviously doesn't beat modern and classic's but it was fine for a one off. His blue eyes are the best part and I wish they'd show them again. I don't like how his humor and fun energy was played down for the tone of the plot but he still had a few moments of fun. It's unfortunate that he didn't get to do much in the levels and story, though.

I like him in the X show for the most part, he was evil, funny, and entertaining. Except for when he got awfully OOC in season 3 for no reason and contradicted his own actions even in the very show like a hypocrite and yet it gave people the wrong view of him and his evil, that's my biggest criticism. But other than that, I personally have a blast rewatching X to this day. I watched it back when it was still airing and I was getting in the games, so nostalgia and it being a part of what helped me fall in love with his character helps make him one of my favorite versions.

The X comics really bad though because they're not canon to the show, don't have the same writers, and the characters are OOC- even for their different versions in the X universe. Eggman's characterization was much worse there than the show Imo, there are few parts story wise that I like at all. The only good thing to come out of it was the good (non traced stuff because that was a huge problem in them) Eggman art and his outfits. And while I like going back to admire it to this day, it's not enough to forgive the bad writing portrayal.

I liked a good amount of Archie Eggman, in much later issues of the pre reboot and and the post reboot specifically. I didn't think I'd miss Archie much when it ended and we got IDW but now I miss that later Archie Eggman. It makes me wonder what the hell happened with Flynn's Eggman writing and interpretation (Sega and mandates are not the ones to put all the blame on because he has misinterpreted scenes in the games by himself) because there's actually quite a lot of scenes in Archie that I thought were fantastic. His evil was thrilling, I loved his darkest moments and he had his funny moments too. I miss him... :')

Boom Eggman isn't my favorite but he's one of the most acceptable to me as one that differentiates from my Eggman criteria. He's not as much of my thing for just being humorous without as much evil because the balance is what I like about classic/modern. I'm also usually not for redesigns slimming him down but he's at least one of the designs closer in other aspects of classic/modern's designs. He's also entertaining and funny but there wasn't much of my interest story wise. Overall, he's good in my book but lacks a bunch of what makes classic/modern best to me. He isn't much different portrayal wise from the show in the Boom comics but his design worked better there than 3D.

I'm aware of all the manga series but it's hard for me to have a solid opinion on any of their portrayals of Eggman when there's no easy way to find any of them with every part translated in one place and some haven't been at all and are super rare. I've only seen bits and pieces of them all over the years out of order and I question the accuracy of the translations at times on some of the sites I've visited. I've seen good pages and bad pages of some in terms of writing and art. The best of what I've seen of all the mangas (I've seen at least a bit of them all) are the Shogakukan and Dengeki Eggman though, for being closest to game self in terms of art style, once again XD

There are versions I don't care for as much, such as AoStH Robotnik. I know it's popular but I'm not big on the unusual design, mostly because of his head and black and red eyes. Some of the comedy was legendary and it's awesome that he was voiced by Long John Baldry but the version isn't what I look for in a version of Eggman/Robotnik. It's been a long time since I last watched it and I don't feel a particular drive to see it again. But going back to certain scenes every now and then can be entertaining and funny and good memes came out of it.

I don't like Fleetway Robotnik, he failed to interest me in the first place and I forgot most of it as a result but I have no interest in returning to it. The writing wasn't interesting to me, the common art style in that comic was also super unappealing. There's a pattern of me not enjoying versions that feel so detached from the games to the point it could be a different character. I know they're supposed to be different universes and non canon but it can get to a point where everything that captures my interest is gone.

I dislike IDW Eggman's portrayal because in the early days post Tinker, it seemed he was going to be a great threat taken seriously and had some really cool moments, but then they had to make him OOC for plot convenience and have been making a total joke of and treating him as insignificant since. It's unfortunate that I can't like it as a whole because of what they did as there are still moments I've absolutely loved but he has to weirdly stray so far from his game self, despite the way these non canon comics are supposed to take place after the games. (It's due to Flynn's blatant misunderstanding of game canon Eggman's actions)

I'm not a fan of SatAM, I haven't watched it in years but it's not my idea of how I want an Eggman/Robotnik to be portrayed. He feels way too different again, he's more of a generic evil villain and that fails to interest me when classic/modern Eggman is so refreshingly different from your typical villain with his cartoony design and perfect balance of both fucked up evil humor and humor. Just making him only one or the other of evil and funny takes away the appeal for me. I'm also not a fan of his design with the odd shaped head again and red and black eyes, also the way he's a cyborg. I'm really glad that isn't the case for classic/modern.

I don't like Underground show as a whole, it was boring to me and now I also have uncomfortable real life memories associated with it which isn't to blame for it but it's why I'm never going to revisit it to possibly change my mind. (Though I really don't think I would anyway.) I don't remember liking that Robotnik or any character and story, it just wasn't for me. I still don't like the design and personality as he lacks what appeals to me in classic/modern.

I dislike movie Robotnik because he just feels like typical jim carrey to me in both acting and looks, he might as well be a different character to me. I don't like the design choices made, regardless of how he ends up looking in the end. They recognize aspects of game Eggman like his egotism, yet don't portray it in a way that actually feels like him. I can only see jim carrey even in the second movie, I don't like how it seems they shaped the version around carrey instead of making him feel closer to the character he's supposed to be playing.

I don't like anything inspired by the Sonic bible, the kintobor concept is lame and not a single one of the official designs for it looked good. The skinny = good and fat = evil thing is awful. The idea of him literally fusing with an egg too and only being evil because of it, instead of by choice like he canonically is... wtf. It's bad and wrong and I'm very glad it isn't canon, it would be a terrible origin story and I don't know what SoA were thinking, it doesn't seem like anything close to what SoJ would envision.

Those are all the versions I can think of right now. So yeah, it's pretty clear that if they're not very close to his game self in design and personality, I don't like much. I understand they're non canon entirely separate universes but I can't say I'm a fan of when they feel drastically different from the source material. And since the games are the main media of the video game series, it makes sense for me to see it as the definitive version and not to find the ones that differentiate from the source material as appealing.

There are versions I don't like, some where there are things I like and dislike about them, and some I don't care for much. But I love absolutely everything about classic/modern game canon Eggman, he'll always be the best and my absolute favorite! 💜