#it's so fucking infectious

[lookninjas]

Hey. You. Yeah, you.

Want to see the coolest shit ever?

[ghost-proofbaby]

thinking about how eddie munson probably has a ridiculous collection of guitar picks. little jars of them. some collected at shows, some he picked up for a nickel at the only local music shop he's ever trusted to do work on his Sweetheart, some he was gifted for free at his local record shop that he's been frequenting for years now. the little old man running the record shop even gets excited when new vinyls are sent out with promotional merch, and he knows it's a band or musician eddie is into. probably even called eddie in at times and handed him a handful of metallica themed pics, hardly worth much, but solely because "i knew you like them and will find a good use for these, son".

my point is, he's got a pick for every occasion. shitty plastic thin ones for just fucking around with. thicker, nicer ones that might have been proper holiday gifts to him. the kind that are meant to hook on his fingers like rings (he tried using them a few times, especially for rifts, but ended up saying he played better when he felt the strings against his skin instead while picking away). novelty ones, ones that just looked plain cool. so on and so forth.

and he's got his collection just sitting in little jars across his room. he used to keep them in other things, like old ash trays or tin cans he'd cut and mold to be good containers. but then he started dating you, and you insisted on lending him any empty jars you weren't using. you had your own collections in yours: pretty stones found down by the creek, bottle caps of the sodas you and eddie get every time you stop at the gas station right on the edge of town by lover's lake - you even had one of every single crumpled up note eddie had ever given you over your time of dating. a few jars of those, actually. so what was lending him a few spares? at this point, the jars were a collection in themselves, and... well... it was prettier to see his vast collection in those glass jars anyways. being able to pick out the vibrant tones of the guitar pick you'd been with him as he'd purchased two weeks prior, or the pick from the show you'd gotten him tickets to last christmas. it was nice. a cute reminder of time spent, of what made eddie munson tick.

the important thing is, eddie munson isn't blind. he sees the way you look at that collection, especially after he fills the jars with it.

how some days, he'll be strumming away on his guitar, softly humming, and you'll just grab a jar to pick through. interrupting his nonsensical playing to ask him where he got one you didn't recognize, sometimes asking for the stories behind ones he knew you already knew. he'd caught on to the way you just liked hearing him talk, especially about the things he cared most about.

you also really, really liked the pick he wore as a necklace. it was probably your favorite in his collection, and you knew it was his favorite too. giving it as a gift to you was never an option, because it had been given as a gift to him originally by his mom.

so he does the next best thing.

he figures out your favorite pick in his collection. the one you always go back to, the one you ask for the story behind on a nearly weekly basis. one similar to the one always resting against his collarbones. pearly sheen, marbled tones, a slow indent the shape of his thumb being worn into the old tortoiseshell. it's a little less red, a little bit brighter, and he can't even strum it against his strings anymore without thinking of you. it's somehow become his lucky pick - the pick he cherishes most aside the one from his mom.

and the one he chooses to turn into a necklace, for you.

does it all himself. carefully piercing a hole through the top just like his own, picks out a nice chain that costs two paychecks of his, takes an old pocket knife to it and spends weeks carving your initials into the shiny material. he's gentle as hell with it, finishing it off with some gold paint to fill in the carving that matches the chain and swirling tones of the picks.

a week before christmas he nearly backs out of the gift idea, and almost begs wayne to help him go to the mall and pick out some other basic but safe gift for you. a perfume/cologne, a nice sweater, anything. wayne refuses to let him, and the only thing the gentle old man will offer is a nice box for eddie to place that necklace born of love into.

the look on your face on christmas morning, sitting in the center of the munson's living room, on the verge of happy tears as you lift the homemade necklace so gently, soothes away every single doubt ever had about it all.

and the look on wayne's face is a simple, caring, stern vision of i told you so.

[anchoredgalaxy]

no hang on i'm not done bitching about acosf. the scene where nesta's like "rhysand's a dick" and cassian and azriel both respond with "HOW DARE YOU INSULT PERFECT RHYSAND" is one of the worst scenes i've read in a book. this series' biggest problem is the author's insistence that i should like some characters and dislike others and this one scene is like that distilled into Irritation Juice. i do not care how much the book tries to push "SEE RHYSAND'S THE BEST GUY EVER ISN'T NESTA TERRIBLE FOR DISLIKING HIM" because he's really fucking annoying and i wish he had stayed dead. if rhysand was actually a well-written character, the narrative wouldn't be pushing for me to like him so badly.

[genomesoldier]

I need to shoutout the Chance player who shot his flintlock at me (Telamon) because I walked up behind him and scared him apparently

[vulpinesaint]

mutuals will know that i have been losing my mind over this for weeks. i am proud to finally present my aromantic crowley fic :)

[me0wnz73r]

If I ever make a face study for a character, that’s when they’ve moved to Little Fucker In My Head status because either, one, I plan to make ridiculous amounts of fanart of them, or two, if I do make fanart of them I will cry if they don’t look correct

[captainjonnitkessler]

I love power metal so fucking much. You want to know how to kill the cringe inside of you? Check in with the dudes who can hop up on a stage in front of ten thousand people dressed in a cape and sword to sing about how they’re destined to lead an army of immortal warriors to defeat the evil space wizard invasion, cause those guys are having WAY too much fucking fun to give a shit what anyone else thinks about them

[chaosintheavenue]

Psst, hey, antivaxxers get out of here challenge.

[butterflies-anonymous]

I really loved the longest walkout on the planet for Sami tonight it was such a treat with the cross over from Jey

[quadrantadvisor]

I love all the high quality animatics and whatnot people make for their fandom song videos now, but apparently I'm nostalgic for the old (Homestuck) days of lyric comics going straight from tumblr posts to youtube. Art size clearly not formatted for the screen, sometimes carefully edited so the lyrics pop up as they're sung, sometimes distractingly zooming into the artwork. Nothing hits like that.

[ratatatastic]

its the way he have 3 guys on this team trained in the art of djing like damn monty left and the market just exploded huh i feel like this is good example of a bubble economy

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

Favorite moments from LB's Lollapalooza Chile 2024 set

Credit to Limp Bizkit Brasil for capturing the live feed of the festival

[coldflasher]

anywayyy you know what? im feeling good. con is tomorrow! im meeting brandon routh again! i'm gonna try and meet peyton list as well and get a pic with her in my captain cold cosplay to represent the snibs and then be like "listen, not to be abnormal, because i know you played lisa snart for like 3 episodes of television almost a decade ago and probably haven't thought about it since, but i have to tell you that her cultural impact is unmatched and rewired my brain chemistry." i'm hopefully gonna get my car!! i no longer have to stress about my next mock driving test tomorrow because it's been cancelled! everything's coming up milhouse

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

my mum and sibling just got back from their trip. i knew once i got a selfie of them maskless on the plane that they’d probably get covid, and my suspicions were confirmed when i started getting texts going “all the rich food is giving me stomach problems” and “the jet lag is hitting really hard”. i didn’t think their positive test text would be 2 hours after they got home, though. my mum is currently pissed at me trying to give advice about resting and hydrating and is avoiding me asking for a grocery list so i can drop things off. i’m exhausted. i don’t know what to do anymore. i just keep crying.

[thecoolerliauditore]

just. leaving this here

[crescentfool]

ohh the joy of videos and streams... i like listening to people talk about things they like/think about it’s very contagious... 🥺