#i luv yew…

[oakaiarts]

stay strong marcille

[corrodedcoughin]

just thinking about musician eddie who ends up doing country music under a pseudonym similar to Orville Peck. Eddie having his rock and metal band but the influence of Wayne and his upbringing doesn’t leave him. So he puts on a mask and picks up an acoustic to be this character. A character that’s closer to his real life than he lets on. A deep voiced cowboy singing about the difficulty of growing up gay but how comfortable he is with his identity.

He only ever does small gigs under this name and the audience isn’t huge. But there’s one regular that turns up to every show, he’s never stayed to talk to Eddie after and Eddie’s never been brave enough to go up to him. He knows he’d let all his secrets out under the attention of those hazel eyes and pretty boy smile.

Tonight though? Tonight he might just risk it all because the gif is over. Eddie is standing at the bar and he’s being handed a drink he definitely didn’t ask for by a man he definitely wants to know more about.

Or!!! Alternatively!!!!!

Steve as an Orville Peck style country singer. Going it to gigs and shows and getting a name for himself as the mysterious masked singer who is a proud queer cowboy. Creating a character to share his emotions and experiences. He doesn’t think it’ll come to much, just a way to let himself be heard.

Only he ends up gaining a strong following. His audiences are small but they are dedicated, understanding the idea steve has created and the importance of it. He loves this group he’s made for himself and how comfortable everyone feels at his shows. There’s often full conversations between him and the crowd, letting everyone be involved in his performances.

Steve has every intention of this being a small time thing that gets him through the long work week. What he doesn’t plan for is one of his tapes being found by corroded coffin front man eddie munson. Eddie Munson who loves a mystery, Eddie munson who might be in a big time metal band but has grown up listening to country and know Good Music when he hears it. Eddie Munson who might be Steve’s number one fan and is planning on finding out who is behind the mask

[yumchickenpotpie]

no no i am not lurking for love i am HUNTING. i am HUNTING FOR MY HUSBAND ...

[crushedsweets]

Three drawling at the same time?? Mother is spoiling us💕💕

BAHAHA I wanna be more active I’m just so busyyyyyy

[nanixgb]

We should kiss forever

oh rem gee

i agree totally we should

[jaeclerc]

Sebchal -

Charles’ skin crawled as he peeled off the race suit and fireproofs. (Hurt/comfort?)

Charles’ skin crawled as he peeled off the race suit and fireproofs. He needed them off right now. No, he needed them off the fucking second he crashed into the wall. Maybe he should have never put them on in the first place. He wants desperately to have never even hopped in the kart, angry tears streaming down his cheeks as he kicked everything into a corner, the racing red just as angry and horrifying as Charles himself.

He is laid bare, covered in only his boxers and yet he feels more covered than he did when everyone heard his screams over the radio, his heavy breathing, and the absolute fucking devastation that ran through him. That wasn’t meant for anyone but himself and the inside of the helmet and yet, the whole world heard his screams, heard his frustration, his anger, his most raw vulnerable moments.

Charles is still standing there, bare in the middle of his driver’s room when the door creaks open.

“If this is about the fine, it’s like this. I’ll pay.” Was all he said, still turned, still staring at the bright white flimsy walls. He wonders if it would crumble under his hands like everything else has. If maybe he could rip it down and let something out. It felt like slow dripping magma down his spine, reluctant to cool down and building.

“No, Charles.” He turned to look over his shoulder at Sebastian, his tears still streaming as he shook his head.

“Leave.” Was all he managed. Sebastian, clad in the wrong color, shook his head. Charles looked back at the wall, still crying, silent and angry.

His dreams were wrecked. Ruined and shred into tatters, his best chance at becoming a champion for not only himself but for his father, for Jules, for Sebastian, for Monaco. Those were thrown in the garbage, ripped up and stomped on like everything he fucking touched.

Sebastian touched his shoulder and Charles turned around, falling into his chest as he sobbed. He was shaking, trembling in his arms and spiraling apart. He couldn’t do this anymore, years of endurance and suffering just to lead to this. Nothing but a 2nd place finish at the end of it all, if he was lucky.

Considering Charles’ track record, it wasn’t likely.

“Ruined. It’s all ruined.” Sebastian shushed him, carding his fingers through his hair as he held him tight. Sebastian was still sweat soaked from a race out in the July heat. He smelt like a form of home that Charles couldn’t even dream of going on to elaborate on.

“No, it’s not.” Sebastian said to him, and Charles wanted to scream at him too, maybe rip him down as well. Yes it was.

“Don’t. Don’t do these things to me. Lying to make it better when it’s not better. I ruined it. Everything that I did, everything that Jules did, everything Papa did. It’s all gone. Like that. Because I couldn’t manage the rear…it’s unacceptable. I’m not a champion, I’m a-a failure.” He spat it out, raging and wanting to scream some more.

“You can still do this Charles. Maybe not this year, I don’t think you’re ready. But you can still do it.” Sebastian grabbed his face, looking at him with steady blue eyes. Charles was brought back to Bahrain, his very first race with Ferrari.

“You are too good to not be a champion.” Charles pushed his hands off, shaking his head.

“Maybe when I was still 21, but not anymore. I am a failure. This performance, this whole year, this is unacceptable.” Sebastian scoffed as he stepped back.

“If you continue to talk like that, you’re right. Maybe you are a failure.” That hurt even more than the crash did and Charles felt shocked for just a few seconds and Sebastian stepped closer to him again, pulling him close as he pressed their noses together.

Charles wanted to shove him hard, how dare he-he was crying again, he realized.

“Please not this.” He whispered as Sebastian pressed a kiss to his lips, hesitating just a little.

“I’m proud of you, Charles. You are a champion. Stop putting yourself down or letting Mattia tell you otherwise. You’re the champion. You’re the number 1.” Charles surged up to kiss him, deeper, desperate as he gripped Sebastian’s long hair.

“Please come back with me. Just tonight.” Charles felt 20 again. Desperate for Sebastian’s attention, for his affection, for his praise. He felt 23 again, angry at Sebastian for leaving him and full of piss and vinegar about it. Jealous and upset and looking to get revenge on everyone about it.

He also felt 24 (nearly 25). Just needing Sebastian to soothe the endless ache he felt from his own failures, from years of failing to achieve the goal that he set out for himself.

“You haven’t invited me back since-“ Charles shook his head this time.

“Please come home. I need you right now, Seb. Please.”

Sebastian stepped away, grabbing Charles’ shirt, slipping it over his head to cover him, slightly breaking the moment. He held onto Charles’ waist over the shirt as he pressed a kiss to his dimple, not saying a word as he kissed his face.

“I’ll see what I can do.” is what he said after what felt like a century

[kasperlore]

im trying 2 b gay Leave Me Alone /j

[bbina]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out. <33

BRIE I LUH YEW 😭😘

[kirbtual]

hi ardie ardicus spiderbyhoshi i love when u make mbs and posters and stuff they're always so cool ‼️‼️‼️‼️ keep it up u superstar also do u want to get coffee and brunch with me pls respond asap i need to book our flight to Andalucía

whwhwhhwhehehwhhwTHANK YOU THATS SO SWEET WTF T_T of course i want to get coffy and brunch let’s go yipeeeeeee :D

[milflewis]

oh bingo please :)

one of my lecturers brought up the mentalist in a class the other day and i was like omg clara irl mention

[wuahae]

HEYYYY besties i just finished my last final hehe talk 2 me!!

[neilphen]

🎥💕 :)

LOVEEEEE UUU

🎥 Fave film: man thats a LOT to ask a film major...ill give u like top 5? Good Will Hunting (1997), One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest (1975), Brokeback Mountain (2005), Rocketman (2019), and EEAAO (2022) (this is literally just skimming the surface....)

💕 Top 2 fave fictional characters: OUh ok.. uhmm probably. hmm this is hard off the top of my head. Charlie Mac its always sunny and Tom Greg Succession...sorry ur not getting a shorter list...

[anarchyloser]

My toxic trait is if I'm doing MCR karaoke I always end up si gjng with a country accent no matter how hard I try not to

[saeist]

i do it cause you write for blue lock 😝

And cause you're fun to talk to

but anon i write for other fandoms too! LMAO and yeah! this blog is the life of the party! (self proclaimed)

why do you follow me (BE HONEST)

[visionsgoodgirl]

Shoutout to the trans people who named themselves after fictional characters

[gf2bellamy]

can u plz write spencer reid seeing reader in a suggestive outfit when the team is out for drinks or something and hes all flustered and a stuttering mess... Thank yew i luv ur writing

dress — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: they're at a bar, reader is uncomfortable in her dress a/n: ty ty for your request <3 hope you like this !!

You tugged at the hem of your dress, shifting uncomfortably as you glanced at your reflection in the bar’s dimly lit mirror.

This was so not your usual scene.

Going out for drinks with the team was one thing, but when JJ and Emily had practically dragged you into your apartment, raiding your closet in search of something "more fun,” you had protested. Repeatedly.

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Come on,” Emily had grinned. “Live a little.”

JJ had softened her approach. “Spence will be there,” she had pointed out, giving you a knowing look.

And that’s how you ended up here, standing in the crowded bar, your usual cozy attire replaced with a dress you barely remembered owning—one that clung a little too well to your figure, exposing just enough skin to make you hyperaware of the attention you were receiving.

You were about to tug at your neckline again when you felt a presence behind you.

You turned, heart skipping a beat.

Spencer.

And oh, he looked—

Adorable.

Like he hadn’t even considered dressing differently for the night out, still wearing his usual button-up, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, vest neatly in place. His curls were slightly disheveled, as if he had run his hands through them one too many times.

But the moment he saw you?

It was like his entire brain short-circuited.

His mouth opened, but no words came out. He blinked rapidly, eyes darting up and down before quickly snapping to the ceiling, as if looking anywhere but at you would help.

His ears turned a violent shade of red.

“You—um—” He cleared his throat, visibly struggling to form a coherent sentence. “You—you look—”

You tilted your head, suppressing a smile. “I look…?”

Spencer let out a small, strangled noise before pressing his lips together in a tight line, his hands flailing slightly before he shoved them deep into his pockets.

Emily, who had clearly been eavesdropping, grinned as she walked past. “Looking good.” She shot Spencer a pointed look. “Right, Spence?”

Spencer made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a squeak.

You swore he looked two seconds away from combusting.

“Spencer?” you teased, biting back a laugh.

He blinked again, looking entirely betrayed by his own brain. “Yes. You—you always look nice, I mean—um—not that I’ve thought about it like that! I mean, I have, but not in a weird way—well, not too weird, just in a normal, friendly, completely professional, and not inappropriate way—”

You giggled, watching as he dug himself into a deeper hole with every word.

“I—uh—” He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut before exhaling sharply. “You look beautiful.” he finally blurted out, voice softer now, more sincere.

Your teasing smile faltered slightly, warmth blooming in your chest.

Before you could respond, Morgan—who had definitely been listening—let out a low whistle as he approached, throwing an arm around Spencer’s shoulder.

“Damn, kid. Took you long enough to say it,” Morgan teased, giving Spencer a playful shake.

Spencer groaned, his face burning as he brushed a hand over his face.

You laughed, reaching out to tug his sleeve. “Come on, genius,” you said, eyes shining. “Let’s get a drink.”

Spencer let you pull him along, his face still pink, but his fingers lingering against yours just a little longer than necessary.

And maybe—just maybe—you’d have to thank Emily and JJ later.