#love you billy joel

[goodtimeswithscared]

yesterday i spent twelve hours watching the limited life bdubs’ pov, here’s my favorite moments :3

[maybeacloud]

Only The Good Die Young || E. Bridgerton

Summary: Fem!reader is staying with the Bridgertons for the social season and decides to confront Eloise about her feelings.

Word count: 0.8k

Warnings: None

<A/N> This is the first piece of fanfiction I have shared with anyone so it might be a bit rough, but if you have any feedback don’t be afraid to comment! Also, English isn’t my first language, sorry about any spelling errors :P

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It was already past dark and most of the Bridgerton household had retired for the night. Only one person remained, curled up on a small sofa in the drawing room, her nose buried deep in a book. You could not help but stare. You were not sure you could ever get enough of it. Eloise’s hair, which had previously been pinned up, now hung loose around her face, and a burning candle cast a gentle light on her face.

You walked up to her, drawing her attention away from the yellowed parchment. “May I speak to you about something?” You said hesitantly, suddenly too nervous to meet her gaze.

She laughed “Of course you may. You can always come to me.” Her smile was as warm as always, and her eyes looked like deep blue waters in the flickering candlelight. You suddenly felt hot, as if you skin was burning, and you forced yourself to look away.

“If we are to remain friends-“

Eloise cut you off; “Of course we are, what makes you believe that we would not?” She tried to make it sound light hearted, but the words came out sharper than she had intended.

“If we are to remain friends” you started again “I can not keep secrets from you”

You looked down on your friend. Her face had settled in a worried expression. You suddenly regretted bringing up the topic but that was to no avail. You must finish what you started.

“I have these - feelings - that I would like to discuss. And I do not expect you to feel the same way…” at this point you had started pacing back and forth like a trapped animal.

“… but in these past few weeks I have come to know you as someone who is not quick to judge others, and I sincerely hope you will grant me that kindness…” Your steps slowed.

“For I hope I have not misjudged you, ms. Bridgerton.”

As you turned to look at her, your eyes meeting for the first time since you started you rambling, you knew you had to tell her. You could not keep a friendship build on lies.

Her eyes were wide and her lips were parted slightly as if she was wanting to say something. You stood in silence for a moment allowing her time to intervene. But she just tilted her head slightly, her eyebrows furrowing into an expression of worry and confusion.

You realised you had dragged this out for far too long. And you suspected your nervous fidgeting had not helped soothe your friend’s worries.

“Every time I look at you, Eloise, it’s as if my whole world disappears and I am left with nothing but blank space; I am left grasping to find my way back to reality because if I am alone with you my mind will wander to places it should not.” You could not afford to stop talking, for if you did you might not find you way back.

“I am willing to throw away whatever dignity I have if it means I get to hold you, and it scares me. Because I- I have never felt like this before.” That last sentence came out more as a whisper.

Eloise sat still as a statue, unchanged, and for a second you started to wonder if you had imagined the whole thing, but then she moved. She straightened her posture, looked down at the book laying on her lap and hesitated for a moment before fixing her gaze back onto you. You suddenly felt unable to breathe, as if a weight was put on you chest.

Eloise, without breaking eye contact, untangled her bare feet from her nightgown and slowly stood up, meeting you at eye level.

Her face was impossible to read as her expression seemed to change constantly.

“Eloise, I-“ You started to apologise, but all words left you as you felt her hand reach for yours. Her touch was warm, like a small spark that quickly grew into a burning fire. She held onto your hand, still with her eyes fixed on you. And without thinking you took a single step, almost closing the distance between your bodies.

She was close enough for you to feel her warm breaths against your skin and you could not pull your eyes from her face. You were desperate to memorise every freckle on her face, the way the flickering shadows from the candlelight softened her features and then there were her eyes. They were like a frozen lake; idle on the surface, but beneath it lies a deeper water, constantly moving with the current. They wandered across your face before settling on your lips.

“Tell me…“ She trailed of, her voice was low and husky. A shaky breath escaped your lips and she took that as an invitation to start slowly guiding your hand upward until your palm rested against the bare skin right below her collarbone. “…tell me if you want me to stop.”

And with that she fully closed the distance between you, and as your lips met hers you knew that you never wanted her to let go.

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[damthosefandoms]

the piano in the background of the curtis house set in the outsiders movie will haunt me forever. how the hell did they afford a whole piano? was it inherited? was it left by the previous owners? have they lived in the house their whole lives? that’s a whole other can of worms, but the piano. did their dad play piano? their mom? did any of the boys? their mom who would sit little toddler darry on her lap and play lullabies for him before bedtime because she wasn’t much of a singer, but soda was, he loved it, she’d play her few songs she knew by heart and he’d belt out the lyrics from the minute he was old enough to memorize them. pony who finds piano music so calming because his mama would play for him when he was scared or nervous or upset. darry who has like, this ear for music, who was never really into it but he could listen to a song and then play it perfectly on the piano after one listen because he’s just freakishly talented like that but he’ll never sing the lyrics because he just isn’t the type or he doesn’t remember them, he just knows how to play the song, and he’s like his mom in that regard, and then there’s soda who never had the patience to learn how to play but will pretend he does and then ponyboy who tries to learn and then stops altogether when his mom dies. and then their parents are dead and none of them touch the piano, except they do, Darry does when his brothers are out of the house and he misses his mom, Soda will walk by and brush his hand over the keys and only press down a single one without even thinking about it… sometime after their deaths, Darry finding Ponyboy sitting at the piano with his hands floating over the keys and will ask what he’s doing and he’ll say he wants to learn, to really learn because their mom said she’d teach him but they never got around to it. so Darry will try to teach him. But Darry was naturally talented so he can’t teach him anything and it’s a talent in their family that gets lost to time. And maybe music doesn’t stay as important to them. but Soda will sometimes for not reason at all play their parents’ old records and sing along, and Darry can play anything on a piano (just don’t ask him how it works) and Ponyboy’s favorite songs over the years seem to always be songs that heavily feature piano, and I don’t know, just them and that stupid piano in their house you know

[rabid-dog-steve-horn]

[chppdliver]

chat I love billy joel

[cyber-punk-rock]

And So It Goes // Billy Joel

[ayotofu]

i'll be honest that i'm not a taylor swift fan (i am also not a major hater, i just don't care about celebs lol) but i have to say that the swifties do have a tendency to make characters taylor swift fans when they would absolutely NOT be taylor swift fans

[dude-mang]

PLEASE open the door

Nothing is different, we've been here before...

[wiklm]

i’m trying so hard to unnecessarily mash my interests together and i recommend it to everyone!! yes girl put those billy joel songs on the hannibal playlist i believe in you!!!!

[tboy-boone]

BILLY JOEL FOR THE ASK

vienna

you may be right

travelin' prayer

only the good die young

TURN THE LIGHTS BACK ON

[fruitydiaz]

my dad and i used to sing billy joel’s piano man with each other at every family party. like not actually sing it like perform it with each other but it was on every playlist at every party and when it came on we’d stand in the middle of the room and sing all of five minutes and 38 seconds of it together. because my dad’s been the biggest billy joel fan since the dawn of time and i learned the words because it was his favorite song. anyways over the last couple of years i obviously rarely attend any family parties but when i do ive noticed that they still play piano man but he never looks for me to sing it with anymore. he’ll sing it with his cousin or his friend or my 3 year old cousin that obviously doesn’t know the words because she is literally 3 years old. and i know that this is some bizarre kind of punishment because that is who he is as a person so i try not to think about it. of course this is relevant now because on our rsvp for the wedding i (stupid) left a space for song requests and my dad did of course request piano man. and now i have to decide whether or not i want to put it on the playlist.

[hopeinthebox]

tagged by the fabulous @cordiallyfuturedwight and @jimin-gaon <33 here's the december list

apologies for being late again new year same me: @aprylynn @jiminsproof @pauls-mccharmly @thvinyl @visionsofgideontheninth @btsbs @kimchokejin @jihopesjoint @eoieopda @monismochi 💜 and anyone else who feels so inclined MWAH p.s. please do tag me anyway if you've already done it

[thebreakfastgenie]

Thinking about this again.

[nero-neptune]

i know this is gonna sound crazy, i Know!!, but i think trying out that '70s west coast polycule arrangement actually couldve legit been helpful for billy joel's music career (and/or mental health) in his 20s. or it could've catastrophically rocked his entire shit, but it's so funny to me that if the stars aligned in the right way back in 1970-or-so, a throuple thing could've happened and we would've seen 1 of these 2 options play out

[anotherpapercut]

people being like "the new fob cover is bad because it's tonally inconsistent and silly" as if the original song doesn't list wheel of fortune, AIDS, and "rock and roller cola wars" within like 20 seconds of each other