#i really like dylan tho

[signorcerullo]

stiles and malia playlist: traitor by olivia rodrigo

Loved you at your worst But that didn’t matter

[weedsmokingmacca]

beatles mentioned in bob dylan movie

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

I’d never claim I’m attracted to a voice but Edgar wbg..

[thursdayg1rl]

ok finished season 1 severance need to sleep but I have too many thoughts

[vintagedean]

@amourduloup you are making me want to watch bates motel

[rescuefield-arch1]

lowkey always thinking about how claire is painted ( in universe ) as this saint / mother theresa type of woman and it's carried on to the point that times and times again she was willing to be a martyr for the cause - especially if it ensured the end of all suffering that has turned inside out not only her life but also the whole world's for better or worse. ID is the most prominent instance because she's aware her head would blow up before she even manages to go anywhere with the chip... but it's worth a try and it's really all that matters to her. the silence about it that she's kept all the years afterwards only highlight how in spite of her reputation, she's a little stained too.

[avocado-frog]

Rereading earlier chapters and I cannot BELIEVE myself for almost making Jaxon the traitor lmao

[a-simple-spiders-oc-dump]

love procrastinating going to bed and then suddenly thinking about how I need to give at least one of my characters VERY strong opinions on different animal species RIGHT FUCKING NOW

[bisexualgerardway]

jarring realization that this blog embodies like 80% of both my attraction to white men and expression of that attraction

[rafyki]

You do have a point! Jun doesn't know anything about what happened between Thame and Po

But what doesn't sit right with me is the fact that Jun started acting like this basically from day one, from the moment in the storage room when he realizes that Po likes Thame. He starts butting in right away, without knowing anything. Literally the only thing he knows is that they like each other (assuming that he understood Thame's feelings since he knows him so well). Why would he do that?

He basically never saw them interact much precisely bc he always tried to come in between them lmao

Also I don't think it's fair to say that Thame owes Po an answer and it wouldn't be fair of Jun to be mad at Thame bc of that. I mean, Po never confessed to Thame, and to be honest Thame is the one who made his feelings clear (even though Jun doesn't know but, again, he literally doesn't know anything lmao)

So I don't know! Maybe I am thinking about it too much??? But despite the resolution I still don't get Jun's reasoning lmao as I said, the only part that made sense to me was that he wanted to push Thame to realize how far he would go to be with Po and how much he's ready to fight for it.

Okay so, I love Jun, I really do - he's interesting and funny and just the right level of little shit while still being a pretty good friend.

But still, I'll be honest and say I don't really get where everything he said to Thame came from.

First, he started acting like that with Po, coming in between him and Thame from pretty much the very beginning; why did he even care about Po at that point? What was it to him if Thame 'didnt treat him well enough'? Like, you barely know the guy, why do you even care lmao but okay, he just loves being a little shit, we get it

But also, why did he act like Thame was treating Po so horribly??? Thame did one mistake and that was not telling Po he would be late for their date - which, okay, could be considered a pretty big thing, but at the same time... that's literally it.

Thame was already being extra careful and thoughtful towards Po, because he already knew he didn't want to make the same mistakes he made before, because he already knew there was the risk of getting too much into his work that he could end up neglecting Po, and he didn't want that.

We saw that over and over again, we saw how he communicates well to Po how important he is to him and how much he wants him to feel loved by him and how he never wants to neglect him.

I don't get it. Seriously. Apart from the cinema thing, why would Jun say that Thame is being so horrible to Po? I can understand Thame himself thinking that he isn't doing enough, but that's because he want to give everything to Po, he wants everything to be as perfect as possible between them. But like, from an outsider's pov (like Jun's), I can't see any problem tbh

Jun says something like that Thame is making Po revolve around him and I'm like... why, how, what do you mean?? 'youre not pushing him to his full potential' (or something like that), and like... what was Thame supposed to do 😭 they're just now getting to know each other!!! Jun there's no need to be so dramatic, theyve literally just started kind of seeing each other 😭

I mean, I can understand the "I want Thame to be ready to fight for Po no matter what" bc there will surely be a lot of obstacles to their relationship, and I can also see that Jun acting like that was useful to solidify in Thame the resolution that he really wants to be with Po. After all, if he's ready to fight his best friend to be with him then that means he won't back down before anything. And I love that, tbh!!

But I don't get the "you're not treating him right" because he is!!!! He's doing amazing actually!!!!

[slxtarchive]

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 ✮ 𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. at one of your mutual friends halloween party, you and an attractive man get to know each other … really well.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. could u write dylan minnette and reader meeting eachother at a halloween party and fucking afterwards 🙏🙏🙏 — anon

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. SMUT ! unprotected sex (don’t do this chat), slight oral f!recieving.

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. again, sorry this took so long like i need to get back on my writing shit. i quite enjoyed writing this tho since halloween is coming up so thank you very much anon

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 2k

wear something sexy, she said. talking about your best friend of course.

out of all the costumes you could’ve chosen, you had you opted with the not that basic formula 1 driver. the costume showed off your figure extremely well, flattering you.

the process of getting ready wasn’t that long this time considering the costume didn’t need any fixing up. once you were ready you headed to the party and now you found yourself leaning against the counter of the house where the party was taking place.

a red solo cup in one hand and your phone in the other. your friend was somewhere among the crowd partying and having fun. you stood beside the counter scrolling through instagram until you felt another presence beside you.

you turned and met a pair of blue eyes. “i like your costume.” he complimented. the first thing you notice about this man is not only his bright eyes but also his bright pink hair.

it’s not every day you talk to someone with pink hair. “thank you.. i like your hair.” you smiled, sipping your drink.

the man squinted his eyes in suspicion. “do you mean that or are you just saying that because that’s the first thing you noticed about me.” he pressed his lips together to suppress his smile.

you rolled your eyes. oh this guy thinks he’s funny.. “no! i’m serious, i like your hair. it’s very unique.” you laughed, pulling out a big grin from him as well. he squinted his eyes as he laughed.

his mouth moved once again but this time you couldn’t hear him over the music. you let him know but he couldn’t hear you either. he then looked around and waved you over to follow him.

you both found yourself outside in the backyard under a gazebo that was decorated with colorful lights. “i said unique isn’t always a good thing.” he shrugged, getting closer toward you.

you tilted your head. “seems like someone’s said something about your hair in the past, huh? you’re very skeptical.” you raised a brow. he frowned and put his hands up in defense.

you both continued for what seemed like 30 minutes but when you checked the time on your phone it was nearly 1 and there were many more drunk people present than there were before.

“so i meant to ask, how did you find yourself here at this amazing party?” he spoke. you both were sat on a swinging bench.

“my friend invited me here.” you fiddled with the cup that once held your drink.

he hummed. “where are they now?” the way he was sitting back against the bench looking straight into your soul had you thinking.. things.

you shrugged your shoulders. “don’t know.. think she found some guy. i just let her do her thing. i’m not afraid to be alone.”

dylan admired you for that, for not being afraid of being alone. it was attractive to him. “well you’re not alone. you got me.” he grinned, his eyes low. you both looked at each other for a few seconds, your gaze talking amongst themselves. you looked down and blushed. dylan noticed and poked his cheek with his tongue. “you wanna go somewhere else?”

somewhere else? you knew where this was coming from but at this point, you didn’t care, you knew he found you as attractive as you found him — why not act on it?

you nodded before you both stood up and headed inside. “wanna go to mine?” he mentioned.

you thought about it before nodding once more. “yeah sure.” you smiled and he licked his bottom lip with a laugh. he made sure you walked in front of him through the crowd of people before you both walked to the front yard and toward his car.

he opened the door for you to climb in before closing it and crossing over to the driver's side. you pulled out your phone to text your friend.

to mya 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩:

don’t wait up, i met a guy and he is super chill super nice, and yes im sober, love u!!

you drove for 10 minutes max before he pulled up to a condo complex. he parked in his garage and climbed out opening the door for you once more. “welcome to my humble home.” he chuckled offering you his hand. you took it happily and climbed out of the car.

he closed the door and placed his hand on your back guiding you to his door. you both stepped inside and you were met with his room.

hie bedroom had a door toward his own bathroom and then to the garage. he was clean and organized, with nothing on the floor and nothing that seemed dirty. a big turn-off for you was usually if someone was dirty and unorganized.

you set your bag down on the floor beside his bed. “very organized. i love.” you stated still looking around the room. he had a lot of posters and a few guitars strung up in the walls “do you play?” i pointed.

he looked toward his instruments. “yeah kinda, i’m part of a band, wallows. don’t know if you’ve ever heard of us.”

you tried to remember and realized you’d heard a song of theirs a while ago. are you bored yet?

“wait yeah i have heard you guys. never knew. so wait what’s your name, never got it.” you say on his bed.

he followed closely sitting closer than he was at the party. “dylan.” he offered his hand. you looked at him then at his hand and grinned. “and yours?”

you went ahead and shook his hand. “y/n..” he kept your hand in his grasp, refusing to let it go.

“you’re very beautiful y/n.” his voice sounded confident and sultry. the way he looked in his bedroom lighting had you clenching your thighs together.

“are you going to kiss me or what?” you shot at him. he smiled at your comment. it was like an eternity before his grasp on your hand tightened and pulled yours toward him to connect your lips with his. it was strong and coming as he placed hands on your face, one settled on the back of your head. your hands immediately went around his neck and your legs straddled his waist.

he gripped your hips with force opening his mouth into the kiss. you did the same feeling his tongue enter your mouth fighting for dominance. you easily gave it up moaning into his mouth.

you felt his hardness growing beneath you the more you both were locked in the heated kiss. he groaned when you over ever so slightly on top of him. “so beautiful.” he gasped as he pulled away. “can i make you feel good pretty girl?” he kissed your lips a few times.

you nodded, feeling entranced by the way he looked. his hair disheveled and lips an irritated red. he stood up with you as you clung to his waist and laid you down on the bed. he stood up and removed his shirt before hovering over you. he started off by kissing your lips then your cheek then trailed them to your neck. he licked and sucked love bites bringing up your blood to your skin.

he hummed against your skin. “gonna let me take this off you?” his hands smoothed up your body over the leather of your costume.

you bit your lip and laughed. “been thinking about it all night.” you said breathlessly. he chuckled before reaching in the back and unclasping what held the top part together. he then moved down to the zipper and pulled it down. you then helped him by removing it off the top of your body and he did the rest pulling it down and tossing it to the ground.

beneath your costume you wore a black lacy but dainty lingerie set, always wanting to feel sexy regardless if anyone was going to have the privilege of seeing it.

dylan knelt down and swiftly brought his fingers toward your panties. he pressed down in your clothes clit. “can feel how wet you are... need to taste you so bad.” he whispered through the dark, barely getting to see his face because of the small lamp that lit up the room.

he brought himself closer to your center pushing your panties to the side. you swear you heard a tiny whimper escape him as he took a kitten lick. you tried your best to keep your legs open for him as he began to take another lick.

he ended up pulling back and removing your underwear fully before settling down in between your thighs. you bit your lip when you felt his breath blow into your sex. he looked up at you through his lashes before latching his lips onto your pussy. your mouth opened up at the sensation letting out a sigh.

he sucked and made the most pornographic sounds. “god… taste so fuckin’ sweet. gonna give me a sugar high.” he groaned against your pussy, the vibrations sending a jolt through you. “didn’t even need to do all that trick or treating shit, got my sweet thing right in front of me.” he smirked, scanning your face for a reaction.

your hand connected with his hair tugging on it gently. the stimulation from dylan’s tongue was so anticipated it had brought you closer and closer to release faster than you thought.

the more dylan spent time eating you out the more your legs started to shake. “fuck — right there dylan, gonna make me come so fucking good.” you moaned throwing your head back against the duvet.

dylan didn’t want you to cum yet, he desperately needed you to cum around him so he sucked on your folds one last time before climbing up your body. he kissed you while your brain still had been fuzzy from the pleasure of his mouth.

you felt his body heat leave from on top of you then you proceeded to hear the clinks of his belt buckle. you heard him toss it to the ground before speaking up. “want me to wear a condom?” his voice was low and hoarse. you looked up and saw how hard this man was.

you shook your head. “no jus… just fuck me please.” you pleaded, needing him buried deep inside you.

he nodded grateful for your answer not thinking about any consequences that could come up in the future. he dropped his pants and boxers down before stepping out of them. he then removed his top and returned to his spot above you once again. he pumped himself a few times before nudging your entrance. “ready baby?” he questioned earning an eager nod. “c’mon, wanna hear your pretty voice say it.” he whispered kissing your neck.

your chest moved up and down as you muttered the words dylan was looking for. “mhm... i’m ready. please just need you inside me.”

that’s all he needed before he obliged and inched inside you. you felt yourself become full. he stretched you out so good. your hands gripped the bed sheets before holding onto his back. your nails dug into his skin as he pulled out then pushed back into you with slight force.

his tip nudged your g spot over and over causing your stomach to swirl and tighten with each push. his head fell into the crook of your neck, loving the way you wrapped around him so good. “fucking made for me.” he stated groaning in your ear.

the sounds he made just pushed you further and further toward your orgasm. your eyes squinted shut. “shit! so so good dylan. gonna cum soon.” you moaned threading your right hand in his hair. your legs wrapped around his own waist allowing dylan to hit deep inside you. the new angle bringing a new feel and sensation.

his thrusts began to move faster and harsher. “go ‘head, gonna cum too — fuck — cum all over my dick, yeah?” he rasped, his words were just what you needed to spasm and scream his name as you reached your release. your legs shook and your hands scraped up his back.

dylan followed, letting go fully wants he knew you had reached your high. his cum filled you up so good and dylan didn’t stop fucking it back into you. his hips faltered feeling the overstimulation and became sloppier but he pushed through regardless. as he slowed he saw his cum practically leaking out of your tight pussy with a smile plastered on his face.

you lay there as he surveyed the way you had been fucked dumb. he looked so good with the fucked-out look he had on and his disheveled pink hair. “nice to meet you dylan.” you wore a lazy smile.

he licked his top lip. “wanna get to know you more if that’s okay.” he smiled, laying beside you falling onto his back.

you pretended to think before looking toward him. “hmm, sure i guess.” you shrugged followed by a giggle.

© slxtarchive

[lovelettersfromluna]

☆.*･｡ The Perfect Girl ☆ﾟ.*･｡

{Ellie Williams x Reader}

Summary: The amount of tension between you and your guitarist is fucking ridiculous.

an: You read that right babe, I’m giving rockstar!Ellie this time. I literally cannot get over her in a fucking leather jacket just tearing it up on stage for her adoring fans. You know it’s not a fic of mine if there isn’t some mutual pining between you and our fave girl. I don’t wanna give too much away tho! I hope you enjoy angel 🖤.

Warnings: 18+!!, ANGST, eventual smut just not in this chapter, mentions of sex, mutual pining, Ellie is sort of a dick but she isn’t necessarily mean (don’t worry you’ll see), lead singer!reader, use of alcohol and marijuana, rock star life style so lots of partying, reader is a badass I’m sorry but I had to, let me know if I missed anything! (not proofread)

Part 2 can be read here!

You always thought the city looked the prettiest from rooftops.

Ever since you were little, your safe haven would be on the tops of houses or buildings, giving you time to gather yourself and your mind.

You couldn’t really remember the last time you were fully alone.

Being on tour with your band was…hard. You missed home, and your throat was sore from all the singing, and you hated the dingy little venues that your manager had gotten for you…

But this was your dream, and you remembered that regardless of all of the things you hated, it would never outweigh the joy you felt when you were on stage, and the people in the crowd were singing with you, singing your bands songs.

It made it all worth it somehow.

You brought your cigarette up to your lips, perched between your middle and pointer finger, and inhaled deeply. The contrast of the warmth you felt in your lungs from the smoke, and the cold air that blew onto your skin somehow took the edge off the chilly wind.

It was cold, and you had to downtown at the venue you were performing at within the next 20 minutes, but you felt like if you didn’t get 5 minutes alone, away from your band members, you’d lose your mind.

Only, that was half the truth. You weren’t entirely running from your band…not all of them at least.

You were running from Ellie.

After you and your best friend Dylan had started up your band, he was quick to bring Ellie in to audition for your lead guitarist. He told you that he’d known Ellie for almost forever, and that he was positive you two would get along.

And he was write, you did get along.

Once your band had been established with all positions filled, you and Ellie were always together. You’d write songs together, search for venues that would give a group of kids the time of day to perform a handful of their songs, sleep overs almost every night. If Ellie was there, so were you.

It started to change when your band released a demo, and your lives changed overnight.

The amount of attention that came with it was almost overwhelming, and before you knew it you had a manager and a tour was being organized. It happened so quickly that you didn’t even have time to adjust to it all, to all of the attention that you were getting from people that you didn’t even know.

Ellie quickly became a fan favorite.

You first realized it during one of your first shows, and after your set was finished and you were all packing your equipment up into your tour bus, and Ellie wasn’t helping. She was leaned up the brick wall of the club you’d just performed at, surrounded but a handful of pretty girls.

And although you felt a twinge of jealousy set off like a small wildfire in the pit of your stomach, you carried on. Because it was never out of the ordinary for Ellie to flirt with a pretty girl. She’d always been pretty, and she always attracted the attention of those around her. It was just on a greater scale now.

One that would grow to be greater and greater the more popular you guys got.

So no, the groupies didn’t bother you, not entirely at least. Sure, you had to sleep with your headphones on whenever you’d hear Ellie fucking them after a show and your hotel room just had to be next to hers, and you’d make sure that you weren’t around every time Ellie was stood outside of a venue getting their numbers, but you didn’t let it affect your friendship with her, because Ellie was your friend, your good friend and she didn’t owe you anything.

What did bother you though, was what you caught her saying to Dylan one day after a show.

It was one of the rare occasions that Ellie actually spent time with you guys after a show, and not running off with a groupie. You were all sat around in Ellie’s hotel room, drunk and high out of your minds. Your head was resting against Ellie’s knee while you sat on the floor and her on the couch, her long fingers combing through your hair and massaging your scalp as you both lazily laughed at something your drummer said. It was moments like this that you felt at peace, and you realized that your job was to travel with your best friends, make music and just enjoy one another.

You hummed softly as you took a long drag of Ellie’s blunt before passing it back to her and standing up.

“Where you goin’ babe?” Ellie rasped out, her hand resting on your waist for a moment before she took the blunt from you. You smiled lazily, eyes hazy before you nodded your head towards the door. “M’cold…gonna get my sweater and my phone” you hummed. Ellie whined softly, letting her head fall back as she took a drag of her joint, her other hand reaching out for you.

“Just use one of mine…you’re warm” she mumbles out lazily, and you roll your eyes as you shoo her hand away, already walking over the various articles of clothing, music sheets and empty bottles that were on the floor, scrunching your nose at the mess as you focused on not falling over.

“Need my phone anyways Els…I’ll be right back” you called out before you opened the door to leave.

It was things like that. When she’d whine and moan for you for being too far or for leaving her when she was enjoying your warm embrace that made your heart tug. You’d always remind yourself that if she wanted to, she would. Ellie had been your friend for many years at this point, and the fact alone that she’d known you as long as she did and never tried to take things further was enough for you to push down any feelings that you had for her. You’d watch Ellie date girls that she’d only known for a few weeks, and you knew that being with her would never be written in the stars for you.

You left the hotel room door cracked open since you knew you didn’t have your room key, and you’d just be going to your room that was right next door.

Once you got your phone and a hoodie, you left your room and went back to Ellie’s. When you entered, it was easy for you to silently get in since you had left the door open for yourself when you got back. The only thing is, none of your band mates heard you come back to the room.

That was your first mistake.

The long hallway that lead to the room door kept you hidden, so they couldn’t hear you nor see you. But you were able to hear everything that they were saying.

“Come on Ellie, we know you’re into her…the way she’s always touching you? Why don’t you just ask her out?” You could distinguish the voice to be Charlie, your drummer. He chuckled softly as he tossed something at Ellie, and you heard her groan once it hit her.

“I am not into her, okay? Jesus never…I’d never go for her. She’s just…not really my type, you know? Plus…she’s kinda clingy” she chuckled softly, you could hear s small thump, followed by Ellie groaning in pain. Dylan probably hit her.

“Hey, don’t fuckin’ talk about her that way man. She’s our friend…even if you feel that way…no need to say it” he huffs out. Dylan had always had your back, acting as the big brother you had never had.

Ellie scoffs softly, and you swear you can almost fucking hear her roll her eyes. You hear the soft crackling of her blunt, and you know she’s taking another hit. “It’s the truth, okay? You see the way she looks like a kicked puppy every time I’m hooking up with a girl…it’s just sad..” she sighs out, and she sounds like she feels bad for you, like she’s been treating you this way the entire time because Ellie pities you.

And you suddenly can't breathe, because one of the people you trusted the most is saying such mean things about you, and you feel like you can't handle it. You don't even realize it, but there are fat tears rolling down your cheeks, pooling at your chin and dripping onto your shirt. You have to leave, because you know that if you see her face, you'll lose it.

You ended up crying in your hotel room on your bed until you passed out, waking up to your eyes being sore and swollen and your cheeks wet with the tears that you cried the night prior. You also wake up to a few messages and phone calls from Dylan, Charlie..

and Ellie.

Each of them asking you where you'd run off to, and if you would be coming back. It almost makes you laugh because Ellie is whining to you in your messages saying that she misses you and that you were having so much fun, saying that she hopes you didn't fall asleep because she'll just follow you into your room to sleep with you.

It's extremely fucking ironic that this is all coming from someone who called you clingy not even thirty minutes before texting you all of these messages.

And it's how you ended up here, on the rooftop of the hotel you were staying at, hiding from her.

The entire conversation that you had overheard had happened almost a week ago now, and you hadn't spoken a single word to Ellie.

None of it went without attempts from her end though.

She was constantly trying to talk to you, touch you, hold you, all of which been ignored by you. At first she assumed you were just going through a bad hangover from the night before, however it went on for days, and soon enough Ellie was finding it hard to remember when the last time it was that you had even looked at her.

Your brooding thoughts were interrupted by the door to the roof opening up, and the sound of heavy boots already told you who it was without having to look.

Dylan sighed softly as he stood behind you, eyebrows furrowed as his eyes burned holes into the back of your head.

"What the fuck is going on with you dude?" He sighed out. He had long since lost his patience with you, with your sulking, and the constant silent treatment you had been giving everyone, most specifically Ellie.

You sighed softly, taking another long drag of your cigarette before you stood up, flicking it onto the floor and using your boot to smoosh it into the ground. You gave a shrug, the zippers on your leather jacket jingling a bit.

"Nothin'....just been tired man...tour is kicking my ass" You sighed out, wishing internally that he would for once buy your bullshit excuse and not pry any further. Your feelings were pissing you off, and Ellie was pissing you off even more. You just...would rather not talk about it.

Dylan's eyebrows raised before he scoffed in disbelief. "And am I supposed to believe that? Do you think im fucking stupid?" He huffed out, and his own shoulders were crossing over his chest as he stared down at you much like a father staring down at their child.

"We aren't going anywhere until you tell me why the hell you've been pouting like a child. So, either you talk, or the show tonight isn't happening."

His threat made you frown, because as much as tour was exhausting, it was what you loved the most. Even the thought of letting down anyone who was getting ready in that very moment to come out and see you and your band, the excitement they felt whenever they waited for you guys to walk out on stage, made you sick to your stomach.

You sighed, staring down at your black boots, unable to even look the man in the eyes before you inhaled deeply.

"I heard what Ellie said about me.." You mumbled out, so softly the wind was almost loud enough to muffle what you had said, your confession getting lost in the air, never to be heard again.

The second you said it, Dylan's features softened. In that moment, he had realized just how young you were...You were barely an adult, still in your 20s, and this entire life had swept you up and taken you away in the blink of an eye, and never once had you complained about it. He realized, that he still had to protect you.

He sighed, his arms dropping down to his side. He suddenly felt guilty, like he hadn't done enough to defend you, because he was sure that if you had heard what Ellie said, you heard what he had said.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you into his own, wrapping you up in a big bear hug like all big brothers did. You let out a sigh of relief the second your face pressed against his chest, realizing that, that was the first time you were hugging someone in a week.

"Im sorry kid...I....I dunno why Ellie says the things that she says..." He sighed out. Dylan saw the way you looked at Ellie, the way your face dropped the second she was running off with another girl.

Dylan could see the way you felt about Ellie long before you could.

You shrugged as you let out a shaky breath, staying in his embrace for a moment longer before you pulled away. "Its whatever man...I just...I don't really wanna talk to her anymore.." You sighed out, and Dylan was nodding in agreement. "I understand...just...this will all pass, im sure" He mumbled.

He hoped it would pass.

You sighed before you looked up at him for the first time since he came outside to get you. Your eyes were pleading, like you were begging for something without even saying anything.

"Promise you won't say anything..I can't...I don't want to deal with this shit right now" You mumbled, and Dylan nodded. His arm went to sling around your shoulder, pulling you into the side of his body as he began walking you back to the door that lead into the building.

"Its safe with me kid...now come on...we've got fans to perform for" He hummed.

The thought of seeing them alone was enough to make you crack a smile.

☆ﾟ.*･｡

Ellie on the other hand, was losing her fucking mind.

She was wracking her brain to try and figure out what the hell she had done this time to receive the silent treatment from you. She had tried everything to remember, she retraced all of her steps within the last two weeks, read through your messages with her to see if she had made fun of something you liked, she even went as far as to listen back to a few of your tracks to see if she had messed up or something.

But each thing she tried, always came up with nothing.

You were ignoring her and it was pissing her the fuck off.

She missed talking to you, and falling asleep in your hotel room when she couldn't sleep, and she missed when she would sit between your legs on the floor and you would play with her hair before a show.

Ellie missed you, and she didn't know what the hell got here in this position to begin with.

It was frustrating her so much, that she had been fucking up at your last few shows. Her fingers would slip when she was playing because she was too focused on looking at you, praying that you would turn your head and smile at her while you sang, like you always did. Or she would almost trip over the wires that came out of her electric guitar, ruining the entire set.

Ellie had known you a long fucking time, and never once had you ignored her for this long.

She sighed softly as she tuned up her guitar, furrowing her eyebrows every time a particularly sharp note would come out when she tried strumming. She had drove down to the venue with Charlie, leaving Dylan to find you and come down after.

She was determined to finally get answers tonight.

Ellie was far too deep in thought to realize that you had finally walked in with Dylan. The second she heard your voice talking to your manager, her head shot up in your direction, and her eyes were nearly bulging out of her head.

You always looked hot when you performed, and Ellie always stared when you weren't looking. However, the clothes you had on tonight made the silent treatment that you had been giving Ellie all the more worse.

The black top you have on has the prettiest thin straps that are tied into bows at the top of your shoulders, your tits pushed up perfectly, the black mini skirt you wore leaving so much of your pretty plus thighs exposed, and your favorite leather jacket and black boots.

And Ellie can't even walk up to you to tell you how gorgeous you look.

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The show went down as one of your favorites.

You felt so confident, so loud, so pretty. It was rare that you put a ton of effort into your performance these days, especially with how upset the entire Ellie situation had you. But this show changed your mind about all of that.

The energy that the crowd gave was so intense, so vibrant, so colorful, and you felt so in tune with your bandmates.

Even Ellie

It felt like she was trying her hardest to stay with you, to stay in the same lane as you as you gave your performance your all. There were moments where the noises that came out of you were unbelievable to you, let alone everyone else.

After the show, you and the others decided to keep the party going at a nearby club. You usually opted to going back to the hotel and hanging out in a more intimate setting, always wanting to be closer with your friends..with Ellie.

But the energy that you had was too high to push down, and you weren't going to let it go to waste.

You giggled softly at something Charlie said, nodding as you took another sip of your drink. You groaned softly once you saw yet another round of shots coming towards your private table that your manager had gotten you before you arrived. You took one off the tray, throwing it back with a wince.

When you put it down, you forgot for a moment who it was that was sitting across from you, and you locked eyes with piercing green ones that had been staring longingly into yours the entire night.

Her stare made your stomach do flips, and it was almost as if she had you under a spell for a moment because it was hard to look away.

You cleared your throat, blinking your eyes for a moment as you looked away from her.

And it was as if an angel came to your rescue, because when you looked away you caught eye of a different pair of eyes staring at you from across the club. The flashing lights made it hard to see, however it was no secret that the girl that was staring at you wanted you.

Suddenly, you were doing something you rarely did.

You got up from the table, quickly mumbling an excuse of needing to go to the bar, and you left, your eyes never leaving the girls.

She caught on quickly, because as soon as you were pressed up against the bar, she was scooting in next to you, her hip bumping gently against yours as she smirked down at you.

She tells you her name is Ash, and when she's whispering in your ear about how pretty you are, her voice dripping with lust, you realize that you think Ash is pretty too.

It doesn't take long for her to have her hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to her body. You giggle softly as she pulls you in, because she's warm and inviting and..

she reminds you of Ellie.

Who is of course, staring at you from across the club.

Ellie has always noticed the attention you got, and she's always thanked her lucky stars that you always shot down any advances that were made your way whenever you guys were all out.

But right now you weren't. You were pressed up against another girl, her lips dangerously close to your neck as she whispers in your ear, her hands toying with the bottom of your skirt..

And it made Ellie fucking seethe with anger.

She's praying that you'll come to your senses and leave that idiot that has you pressed into her chest, but you don't. You're giggling and batting your eyelashes and you're acting like a stupid fucking groupie.

Just like the ones she fucks almost every night.

All of a sudden, your hand is interlocked with the girls and she's pulling you out of the club, and Ellie doesn't think she's ever gotten through a crowd of people faster in her entire fucking life. Because in seconds, she's caught up with you and the girl, and she's standing in front of you so that you both can't pass.

You don't even realize it at first, you think you might have gone the wrong way and hit a wall or something.

But once your eyes trail up the tall frame that is standing in front of you, and you're locking eyes with Ellie, you feel like you're dreaming.

"Ellie? What...what are you doing? Come on, get out of the way" You huff softly, far too annoyed to keep up with the silent treatment that you had for her. You press your hand to her side so you can push her out the way, but she doesn't budge.

She's staring at the girl that was taking you out of the club, and you're sure that if looks could kill, Ash would be on the floor dead right now.

"She's drunk, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Ellie barks out, her voice is stern and protective and she has her strong arms crossed over her chest.

Ash chuckles softly as she raises her eyebrows in disbelief, looking at Ellie before looking down at you. "This your fuckin girl or something?" She says to you, and you're quickly shaking your head, denying her question.

"No! No she's...we're in a band-" You try to explain, but Ellie is cutting you off.

"Doesn't fuckin matter, man. I said she's drunk, so you need to leave her alone" She yells over the music, and Ash looks down at you in disbelief before she stares at Ellie once again, taking your hand and pulling you closer to Ellie before letting you go.

"Whatever, last time I pick up some chick at the club" She chuckles softly.

You feel like a fucking joke.

Because for the first time, you're being spontaneous and doing things that normal girls your age do, and you finally feel fucking normal..

And Ellie has to come in and ruin it.

You stare up at her in disbelief, because she has a stupid look of triumph written all over her face, and she's smirking like she's fucking won something, and all you want to do is scream at her.

So you do.

You push her chest back forcefully, and it's her turn to stare at you like you're crazy. "Are you fucking serious?? Im barely fucking drunk!! What makes you think you can...can reprimand me like that?" You scream at her, and Ellie isn't sure she's happy you're finally speaking to her, or if this was all a mistake to begin with.

Ellie frowns as she grabs your wrists, trying to stop you from pushing her back any further. But she doesn't, and before she knows it, you're both outside of the club, the cold air hitting her face.

"She was..she was trying to take advantage of you! Can't you see that?" She pleads. You roll your eyes, giving her a scoff.

"Funny that your moral high ground has suddenly kicked in, because I have seen you stumble into practice countless times drunk off your ass with a girl just as drunk as you are! What makes you fucking think that you have any say in what I do? If I want to hookup with someone at a bar, I can do that! Im a fucking grown up Ellie" You're screaming at her, and she winces at your words because the mere thought of you doing it, hurts her.

But you aren't done.

"Do you know how hard it is for me Ellie? How hard it is for me to...to feel like im doing this shit right? To feel fucking wanted by someone? Especially when my bandmates talk about how undesirable I am? How fucking clingy I am?" You sob, because at this point all of your feelings are bubbling to the surface, and you can't hold it in anymore. Months of feeling like something was wrong with you, followed by an entire week of feeling like you're the most unwanted person by the words of your bandmate finally weigh in on you.

And for once, you don't stop it.

Ellie's eyes are wide, because she finally realizes what she's done to deserve everything you've given her..or a lack thereof.

She opens her mouth to speak, to tell you that none of that is true, that you are the most desired person on the entire fucking planet, that she's wanted you from the moment she set eyes on you.

But nothing comes out.

You scoff, roughly wiping the tears from your cheeks as you shake your head. "Typical...you know what? Fuck you Ellie..." You mumble out, turning around and walking back to your hotel room.

And all Ellie can do is watch, because her years of being a coward have finally caught up to her. And because of it..

She's lost you.

[ghostradiodylan]

I said this on the Quarry subreddit and multiple people were shocked so in case you somehow missed it, I just really need everyone to know: Dylan Lenivy is TALL AS FUCK.

Miles Robbins is just a hair shy of 6’2” IRL and most of the time Dylan’s model looks to be about that height compared to the real life heights of the other actors (he looks about a foot taller than Kaitlyn, for example, and Brenda Song is 5’2”).

Here’s a height chart I made for myself early on in writing Quarry fanfic just to keep everyone’s heights in mind, based ONLY on the actors’ listed heights online:

Now, we know they fuck with the heights of the models based on what they need them to do in the scene, but Dylan is consistently just about the tallest motherfucker in all of Hackett’s Quarry. He’s taller than Ethan Suplee who plays Bobby (but they made Bobby a lot taller than Nick also, so idk how tall he’s supposed to be in-game. Real fucking tall tho). He’s taller than Ted Raimi (but herein lies some fuckery, because Ryan appears to be taller than Travis, but Ted is 6 ft even and Justice is 5’10”).

Evan Evagora, who plays Nick, is 6’1” and change. Nick may be standing back slightly further from the railing than Dylan here but he also looks to be significantly shorter. And that’s not even counting Dylan’s tall-ass hair.

They look about the same height here but Dylan is sort of crouching on his way to deliver that incredibly subtle nudge.

Does that mean Dylan is even taller than Miles’s 6’2”? Or that they shrunk Evan to make Nick shorter? Hard to say, really. But if Nick is shorter that means the shortest gal around, Abi/Ariel Winter is EVEN SHORTER because she definitely looks like she’s about a foot shorter than Nick (Ariel is 5’1” IRL).

Didn’t bother with a height line there, you can just see it lmfao. She doesn’t even come up to his shoulder!

Nick is also clearly taller than Jacob. It’s hard to tell in some shots because they’re rarely in exactly the same spot, but here, where Kaitlyn tells them to stand on a line to shoot, you can really see it.

Jacob also tilts his head up when he’s talking to Nick, while Nick looks down or straight ahead.

All of which is just to say that Dylan is at minimum three inches taller than Jacob (their IRL heights) and could be as many as four or five inches if they did in fact make Dylan taller than Miles.

They also made Emma’s height difference with Abi way bigger than it is in real life! Halston is only four inches taller than Ariel but this looks more like six or seven inches to me?

Now, let’s see that with a giant Dylan for scale, since we know he doesn’t fit in the doorframe…

Oops, cut his hand off. Not even the correct hand!

Anyway you get the idea. Dylan Lenivy is real fuckin tall.

[orcaslushie]

Random Arcane Headcanons Day 2: Music

• Vi listens to rock and metal, and her favorite bands are AC/DC, Aerosmith, and Queen, though her guilty pleasure is Chappell Roan (she listened to Casual on REPEAT after her breakup with Cait 💀)

• Cait loves pop and classical music. She listens to Mozart to focus and secretly adores Katy Perry (she's a fake hater.) She also really likes Pheobe Bridgers and Gracie Abrahams

• Jinx listens to the most random assortment of music known to mankind. One day it'll be Mitski, another day it'll be Miku, and another it'll be Adrienne Lenker (totally not self projecting)

• Ekko loves songs with deep meanings and a good beat. He's sort of an "I'll listen to anything" type. His main faves are Tyler the Creator, Fiona Apple, and sometimes Laufey :) he is SUCH a laufey listener yall trust me.

• Jayce likes a lot of the same stuff as Vi, but knows the lyrics to every Taylor Swift song known to man somehow... I wonder why this is...

• Viktor is big on male manipulator music even though he claims not to listen to any music at all. His faves are Radiohead, The Smiths, and Mitski. ESPECIALLY Mitski

• Mel listens to Ayesha Erotica, Beyonce, Nicki Minaj, SZA, Renee Rapp, and other absolute BADDIES (listens to 99% women)

• Heimerdinger listens to irish stepdance tracks...

BONUS: One time Jayce fell asleep with his playlist on in the lab and Days of Girlhood by Dylan Mulvaney came on in front of Viktor 💀 He lowkey enjoyed it tho so a win is a win

Day 1:

[sourmiguel]

The PlayLiszt by @dylanssourwolf (wc45729, explicit)

Summary: Dr. Derek Hale is damn proud to be one of the most sought-after specialists in the world; he’s done his fair share of traveling to colleges all over the country to to give insights on the musical structures of some of the most famous pieces of classical literature. While he can't really play any of those pieces, he does have a particular choice of pianist when it comes to listening. Mieczysław. Derek likes to think he’s in love with the guy, even though he's never once gotten a glimpse of the pianist’s face. It’s about the music, the money-makers, and the guy’s hands are plastered on everything. --- Only five people in the world know that Stiles Stilinski, music major at USC, is actually world-renowned piano prodigy Mieczysław. Discovered by accident via youtube video, Stiles has been hiding behind fingerless gloves for about four years in constant paranoia that someone's going to recognize him and it only gets worse when he finds out that the musicologist he's been studying and fawning over forever is an unabashed fan of his piano recordings. Stiles just has to be so careful, because Derek keeps looking at his hands like he knows something...and as much as Scott harps on him to just tell Derek, he can't do it.

As a musician, I super loved this fic. All the songs and references are on point. Also, I love Stiles as a piano prodigy (Dylan's fingers tho). As a romantic, I loved reading this from both of their points of view as well. This is a great read!

[sunnytoonsproductions]

Just know, y'all, before ya start readin' this list, just know that this list will always often be edited since I always add again some new characters here. Y'all can read now! =^/////^=

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Here's finally the official characters list of the 'back to the SING!' reboot:

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Note: the eight main characters all appear in EVERY single episode, and I'll make these notes for each types of characters lists

Main characters - Sunny, Li'l D, Madison, Philly Phil, Tamika, Eddie, Kim, and Kam

Note: in the antagonists list, each one of the antagonists appear in each episode, and some characters that often act evil or villainous will be added here

Antagonists - Dr Nefario, Big D, Salieri, Lil' G, Addison, Brooklyn Bill, Bambi, Freddie, Jim and Jam, Big D, Mr Yin snd Mr Min, Gunther and Inga, Principal Luna, Kaylie and Mackenzie (they're sometimes good), Tanya, Jared, Zelda (often), Dustin and Preston, agent one, agent two, Ms. Jaspers, Karl, Vladimir, Scranton Sue, Dylan and Ronald (Jared's friends), Ruby, Bi-Bi, Kee-Kee, Maya, Jesper, Maximus, Belle, Rosie, Sally the chubby dance student, (them nine are actually also often nice unlike Tanya), Timmy, Milford the chairman, Hal the bodyguard, Al the bodyguard

Note: the main reccuring characters all very often and nearly always appear in the reboot along with the main characters, and are important to the reboot ofcourse like always

Main reccuring characters - Mila, Cheddar man, Bianca, Kaylie and Mackenzie (I'll add them here, along with Tanya and Jared), Tanya, Jared, Lucius, Jan, Bullfrog, Ms Noir, Sherri and Carrie, Coach Barnum, Petunia Squattinchowder, Albert Schwartz, Efron, B.R.O.C. (he can often be a evil), the Beast, Santa Claus, Mrs Claus, Sulu, Momo the Gorilla, Sherry Stevenson, Ruby, Bi-Bi, Kee-Kee, Maya, Jesper "Jes", Maximus "Max", Belle, Rosie, Sally the chubby dance student, Replacement Tamika "Tamara", replacement Madison "Maika", Reverend money, Kathy the teenage girl, Talk show host Kassandra, Ms Margarette, Yeti, Frank, Buddy Z

Note: just like the main reccuring characters, but these ones are the NEW ones, like, they're my own characters for the reboot and they will often and nearly always keep all the original characters company

NEW main reccuring characters: Oliver Starz, Agathe Dubois, Amy (she's Agathe's student) Soleil, Valien the alien of the solar system, Dakota the humanoid android, Meowster the cool cat, Cam the iguana, Margarete the Queen Spider, Ms Rubystein, Moony Nights (he can often appear here), Cheddsy charsy

Note: just like for the NEW main reccuring characters, the NEW antagonists are my characters for the reboot, that will ofcourse, also keep the original characters (even my own characters) company in the reboot

NEW antagonists - Sunil, Kitty McBitty, Mozzarela sir, vampiric-medusas trio (Aelius, Barbara and Gouda gentlemen), Robotic Sunny, T-Top dog, Robotic Li'l D and the robotic westley kids

Note: the minor/background characters are all the other unimportant or background characters that I've found on the behind the voice actors site, and in the reboot, they aren't important to the reboot but are just the part of it just to be background characters

Minor characters - all the other background guest roles on the behind the voice actors site:

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And this is even for all my loved ones in my big tumblr family, so they all can know more information and details of my reboot (even all my other series/shows for the 'sunny toons productions' company), even tho some of them aren't really into class of 3000: @0lemonadefox0 @kxllboii @cheezekennith @aquamarine-dream-queen @dayzsac224 @oscarandgrinchfan @moshywoosh @ilovescaredysquirrel2 @nuggetaubrey @sharkyy599 @nightkit92 @familyoffood @animatronicdoozer @thelazzyblogzz @sugar-miss1 @shrimpathizer @shypeachrunaway @iggyguyy @sayuri-does-skits @peaceforpeople @ben5569 @oxxjustfrankieandmikuloverxxo @ducktopia90264 @artismeyou-12 @blackstar044 @dieguin-san-theartist2009 @nia1sworld @rumplestiltsbear @s4gefr0g @beeware-of-lulu @leafith @bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing @blo0st4r @fancytigercupcake @classywinnerpeace @dackychansworldofhoshino @itzbluecl0udd @moonlightrosebud2000 @avaford2009 @ghostytoasty726 @devillemon085 @untitled14360 @dynastinoble @kornyart and @elizachangreaves and even some class of 3000 fans here on tumblr, and outside of tumblr =^///////^= 💖💖💖🩷❤️❤️❤️🧡🧡

I hope y'all will like this list =^.^= 🎷🥁🎻🎸🎸🪈🪘🎹