#someone get the bob dylan away from me

[pparacxosm]

patrick. patrick to tashi. patrick to art. patrick who means no trouble, who’ll take what he can get, who holds nothing against anyone. patrick who “wanted to come in here and wish you luck, art”. patrick who “miss(es) watching you play, tashi. you were so beautiful”. patrick who bears his sincerity like a cross. patrick who is still milling about in the doorway of a house long since dilapidated. patrick who cares so much—so much—but doesn’t know how to articulate or have a relationship with that care. and even if he could, he can’t.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 97 (Cherished Friendships)

Conrad tried to make breakfast for his hosts while a familiar light rain drizzled outside, but Neal rushed into the kitchen to stop him. "It's an old stove. Real finnicky," he insisted. "Maybe you should let someone else do that. Heather, maybe."

"It's no trouble. I had a stove like this growing up," said Conrad, but Neal shook his head.

"It's not a good idea."

Daisy shook her head with a gentle chuckle. "Don't let him scare you. He's just trying to scam a meal out of his daughter now that she's as good as any gourmet chef."

They all knew it was more than that, but they went along with the excuse because it was easier that way. "It's not like I'm making anyone ambrosia," Heather said. There was nothing special about her scrambled eggs and bacon, but she took over at the stove while Conrad hung out with sleepy Lavender, instead.

The early morning rains let up and the sun came out, so Heather and Conrad next headed to Old New Henford, where Everett, Spencer, and their children had settled well into the mild winter season - at least it was more seasonal than their last home in Oasis Springs.

"Greyson, say hello to your godmother, Heather."

"Hi, Heather," he said cheerily. "Hey! You have glasses, too!"

"I told you she did." Spencer looked apologetically at her old friend. "He just got glasses recently and was feeling insecure, so I was trying to tell him all the awesome people I know who rock glasses."

"Your glasses look really good, Greyson. The bright red is so cool!" Heather wasn't lying to him about his glasses, though she played up the excitement to help Spencer convince him to embrace this change in his appearance. "I've had glasses for pretty much as long as I can remember, and I love wearing them. If I looked as cool as you, I'd love them even more!"

Seven-year-old Greyson smiled up at Heather. "You look pretty cool," he said, before running off to play on the monkey bars in their backyard.

Heather watched firsthand the bond between Spencer and her sons. Especially four-year-old Jett, who was Heather's biological child, but was treated the same as his siblings. He followed Spencer everywhere and loved making everyone laugh. "I seriously don't know why you doubt yourself, Spence," Heather gushed. "You're an incredible mom."

They also met Everett and Spencer's third little miracle - a daughter they named Violet. She was about six months younger than Lavender, with big blue eyes like her mother.

"I hope you don't mind that their names are so similar," said Spencer. "I've just always loved the name and I thought maybe the girls might grow up to be friends as close as we are. If that happens, their names are a perfect set!"

Heather smiled at the thought. "I think Violet's name is perfect, and I'd love for her and Lavender to have as many adventures together as we have!"

"I'm still planning to take you to Selvadorada with me next time, if you can get away."

Heather nodded. "And I'm still planning to get away, as long as business stays as manageable as its been lately!"

Everett's father Bob stopped by to say hello, and Heather thought to ask him about Agnes and Agatha. "How does it feel seeing clones of your dead mothers walk around town?"

He laughed. "It was hard to get used to, but now it comforts me whenever I see them. They're together forever, just like they wanted to be."

They left for San Myshuno after leaving the Pancakes' after lunch, picking up Ash from the Landgraabs' penthouse before stopping in to visit with Heather's old friend, Dylan Richards, and her family. Pearl was a year and a half older than Ash, but their mothers were happy to see them get along.

"You can do my math homework?"

Ash shrugged. "It's not that hard. Just numbers."

"I don't like numbers," Pearl complained. "I prefer dancing, but every time I want to practice, Darrell gets in the way!" Pearl's toddler brother perked up from the sofa at the mention of his name. "Be glad you have sisters. Little brothers are so annoying!"

Pearl's father, Gavin, chuckled. "He just wants to spend time with his big sister, sweetheart. He loves you!"

"Why can't he love me and be less annoying?" she moaned.

Gavin took Darrell into the hall to help him use up some of his energy, and by now, Lavender was struggling. It had been days since she'd been in her own crib and felt the familiar surroundings of their home in Brindleton Bay. Though she'd been her wiggly, happy self for most of the weekend, she was fading fast.

Heather had hoped to stop in to see Holly and Kris' daughter, Betta, who was only a few weeks younger than Lavender, but Heather and Conrad knew it was time to head home.

(Look at that face. She would not stand being passed around for cuddles in one more stranger's arms this day!)

They knew they'd see Heather's youngest niece during the Winterfest holidays, but they still had a few weeks of work left until the festive season. ->

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NOTE: Did I give Heather and Everett's children all colour names? Yes I did. Am I plotting something? Maybe. Will we know what that is for years? No. 😂 Did plotting encourage me to give Violet a better outfit than the default medieval cc dress and bucket hat she aged up in? Also no.

[lesbianjonimitchell]

dash simulator

mutual #1: [soup recipe reblog]

mutual #2: bob dylan robbie robertson rpf

mutual #3: joni mitchell definitely pegged leonard cohen

mutual #4: poll about major life decision

mutual #5: sometimes its like someone took a knife baby edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my skull

mutual #6: prettiest princess in the whole world <3 [photo of neil young looking like a caveman]

mutual #7: YOU'LL NEVER GET AWAY FROM THE SOUND OF THE WOMAN THAT LOVES YOU [simon and garfunkel photo]

mutual #8: [best autism representation poll reblog] #vote for stephen stills!!

mutual #9: unemployment swag !

mutual #10: [patti smith photo]

mutual #11: here's a comprehensive list of my childhood trauma ^_^

mutual #12: bob dylan/george harrison web weaving

mutual #13: joan baez save me. joan baez. save me joan baez

mutual #14: any old butch wanna keep me as a pet

mutual #15: do we think CSNYs periods ever synced

mutual #16: hey guys has anyone heard blue 1971

[lunarfleur]

Sure! I don't mind requesting something new! So you write somewhere in your works how Miles 42 and reader met through location, "whether it be going to the same school or living in the same building or whatever"

I wanna' see a fanfic in Miles pov how he and reader met and how their relationship developed throughout the process! I wanna' know if he's going to make a move in interacting with reader or such. :))

Mr. Tambourine Man ~ Earth 42! Miles Morales

A/N: Many people will tell you this song is about a drug dealer. I, however, have always taken Mr. Tambourine Man as an analogy for youth. Take this as you will.

Tagging: @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @hiyaitssans @nagi3seastorm @luvjunie @milesmolasses @n1cole-ghost @kombuuuu

This is x fem! Reader

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to

Growing up, Miles had always been the dull kid in the corner of the classroom. It was his nature.

He didn’t really remember his dad’s death, but there was always a sort of emptiness in the Morales apartment that never got filled. The emptiness has always been there, in his home and in his mother.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you

On the late nights, he hears his mother sitting in the living room all by herself lonesome. She sits on the couch, in the same spot she has been all these years; next to the spot his father would have taken up.

He can imagine it: his mother curled up under a blanket, her husband’s arm resting over her shoulders. He’d kiss her head and the spot behind her ear. She’d pretend to pay no mind and act as if he doesn’t still make her giddy like he did back when they were young.

Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand, vanished from my hand.

Left me blindly here to stand, but still not sleeping.

But his father was not there. The late Jeff Morales did not get to stay up with his wife, watching the television as their child sleeps. He was dead, but it sometimes felt like his ghost was haunting the city. He’s gone, but it’s like he’s still there.

As he grew up, Miles did not get the joy his classmates did. He watched his mother work like a dog to support the two of them. He spent many nights alone, waiting for her to come home.

It was sad. Miles was sad.

My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet.

I have no one to meet, and the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

So here he sits, in the corner of his studio art class, his last period of the day. Miles is behind an easel, dried paint covering his hands and table. There was music playing in his headphones, but he wasn’t really listening. It was to block out the other noises.

The door opens, and in walks a girl he’s never seen. It was an odd feeling, at first, a shred of nervousness he didn’t quite understand.

He looked around the room, at all the other students and seats, only to realize the one next to him was the only one open. Perfect.

She talks to the teacher, nothing he can hear, snd watches as she slowly makes her way over to the spot next to him. Miles turns away, picking up his paint brush to avoid and other contact.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you.

Unfortunately for him, Miles looks unapproachable. He looks like he should be friendly and open. He’s got those big, brown, shiny doe eyes and dimples. His face is dusted with freckles. His lips are big and plush. His nose sits perfectly in the center of his face, blending together nicely with every other feature.

However, people avoid him. He’s quiet and keeps to himself. Miles is sort of a mystery, someone people don’t know much about. He’s got eye bags and an RBF, so people leave him alone. Sometimes it seems as if he’s invisible.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship.

My senses have been stripped.

The girl sits down, taking out her supplies as she was most likely directed. Tense hands moved shakily. Her breaths were harsh. Her eyebrows furrowed tightly against her forehead. She was nervous.

With a skip of his heart, Miles clears his throat. Her head snaps over quickly, eyes wide with anxiety as he stared her down.

My hands can't feel to grip.

My toes too numb to step.

“Uh..I’m Miles.”

She hesitates, biting the inside of her cheek before nodding.

“Y/N.”

Miles doesn’t look away. Y/N peeks over at his canvas. Her lips curve down into a smile, any trace of her previous fear gone. Her lips pressed together tightly, eyebrows raising. No tension, no anxiety.

“You’re really talented.”

“…Thanks.”

Her smile did not falter. She looked at him for a moment, and that one moment felt like an eternity.

Her nose, cheeks, and lips were a blend of heaven sitting on her face. Her hair was smooth and clean. Miles swore her eyes looked like stars.

Y/N was definitely beautiful.

Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.

I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade into my own parade.

Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it.

“What, uh,” Miles spoke again, “what class was you coming from?”

He watched as Y/N fumbled with her schedule, a blue piece of paper crumpling in her hands.

“I have Spanish II, but I was in the office.”

Miles nodded, a small simper forming across his lips.

“I’m in there, too.”

Y/N grinned at him, eyes squinting slightly. It was almost bright.

Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun, it's not aimed at anyone.

It's just escaping on the run.

“I’ll walk with you, tomorrow?”

It came out as a question, and Miles would be lying if he said that didn’t surprise him. There was a fuzzy, warm feeling in his stomach that, for a second, made him question if he was getting sick.

Y/N chuckled, a simple melody that sent flowers blooming across his skin. It felt like goosebumps, but much more intense. The sensation matched that of bathing in the sun.

“I’d like that.”

And but for the sky there are no fences facing.

And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme to your tambourine in time

Y/N glanced over to a small group of kids sitting diagonally from them. They were watching intently, eyes wide with curiosity. As quickly as it came, Miles’s almost cheerful expression fell back into place. The corners of his lips dropped, so did his eyebrows. In less than a moment, he was tense once more.

It's just a ragged clown behind.

I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing.

They turned away awkwardly, returning to their projects. Y/N sucked in a breath. There was tension within her chest. It was a sudden, sharp sensation in his fingertips.

“So did you just move here?”

Y/N smiled, nodding.

“Yeah, from New Jersey.”

Miles nodded along intently.

“How come?”

“Family.”

Questions and answers came as the two packed up their things.

And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time

The loud and obnoxious bell rang, and every other student in the class shoved past one another to get out of the room.

Far past the frozen leaves, the haunted frightened trees.

They walked down the hallways together slowly. For the first time, he felt as if he could ask questions. For the first time, someone answered. She answered.

Out to the windy beach, far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.

“So, what’s Jersey like?”

“Well, it’s fun. The food is great.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Miles snickered.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky, with one hand waving free.

“Do you like New York?”

“I’m…adjusting.”

“Adjusting?”

“It’s easy to get lost, here.”

Smiling shyly, Y/N pressed her lips together firmly. Miles could almost feel the heat of embarrassment coming from off her face.

“You just need someone to show you around. It gets easy, after all while.”

Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands.

“What’s there to show?”

Miles smiled, looking at the girl next to him as they stepped down the front steps of Visions Academy.

“The sky.”

There was a sudden melancholy feeling that ran down Miles’s spine. It was the same feeling he’d felt on those late nights, waiting for his mother to come home.

Miles did not remember his dad’s death. He didn’t remember the funeral. He just remembered the day the apartment felt less like home.

With all memory and fate, driven deep beneath the waves, let me forget about today until tomorrow.

“It’s the same sky as the one in New Jersey.”

“Different view.”

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

“You’ll show me?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll show you.”

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.

“Good.”

“I’ll show you my mural, too.”

“Mural?”

“For my dad.”

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

Miles nodded, smiling. She nodded back, humming in reply.

Miles had always been so much like his father. The same smile, the same attitude, the same wit.

Y/N looked at Miles curiously, and Miles became painfully aware of that fact. Birds sung in his lungs and trees grew in his mind. Fresh air.

“Let’s go, Miles. I’m expecting a tour.”

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you.

[beatleskinkmeme]

Summer of Love Fanworks-a-thon Master Post

Please check out these fanworks and leave a comment!

Grateful for him by @johangeorghohman

5 + 1 things, 5 times George wished that Paul never met John (because George has a big fat schoolboy crush on Paul) + 1 time he was grateful that they did met

everything to be discovered by @backbenttulips

John and Paul exploring a romantic relationship with each other during the 2000s-2010s, and navigating life as famous old people and grandparents.

the size of a loneliness by @backbenttulips

Brian survives his overdose in 1967. John and Paul come stay to make sure he gets better, taking care of him in their own emotionally inept way.

Knocking at Your Door by @eveepe

5+1 fic. When they’re kids George learns that an easy way to calm Paul down when he’s getting the horrors is to give him a quick little kiss on the mouth. It becomes his go to method to soothe Paul when he needs to.

I Fancy Me Chances With You by @hootiepgh

Paul participates in a charity auction during the 70s. “Bid on a date with Paul McCartney” John pays an absurd amount of money to win. Paul is shocked. They go on the date and they’re both very awkward, neither are sure why John paid so much and what it entails.

I'll Never Do You No Harm by @hootiepgh

Aftermath of the "I want a divorce meeting," when Mal drives Paul home. Paul is broken and crying. Mal calls John and tells him how upset Paul is. John comes over. All the angst please!

But as the words are leaving his lips, a noise comes from behind by @hootiepgh

Mid-1969, Allen Klein and the Beatles are having a private meeting with Allen still trying to convince them to have him be their manager. He gets really frustrated and lashes out at one or all of them, and in an act of self defense Paul, Ringo, George, and John end up accidentally killing him. Afraid of what might happen if anyone finds out, they all agree to cover up their involvement in the crime. Their personal lives/ marriages start to crumble as they're forced to rely on each other as the only people they trust. Would like the inclusion of McLennon and George X Ringo

If I Needed Someone by @hootiepgh

Paul gets shot during the 1966 Memphis concert. John (doesn't) deals with the angst and the guilt.

Taking Trophies by @m1ssunderstanding

AU where John and Paul see each other sooner, forced into confrontation around 1971 when things were at their worst with John spewing his anger to the public and Paul taken aback by it. Of course this leads to some post-breakup, angsty, possessive sex.

Everybody Loves Somebody by @bewareofdarkness

Soulmark AU, the four of them are soulmates

invisible string by @scurator

McHarrison boat vibes on the Queen Mary for the Venus and Mars release party. Um, bonus points for George showing off that he won Bob Dylan in the divorce

deeper than oceans you run by @timrothencrantz

AU where they went through with doing Beatle island and establish their commune (?) or whatever the plan was. Polyamory ensues. This either fixes everything or makes everything worse (or somehow both)

yellow, orange, and blue, i love you by @menlove

Soulmates au where one sees colour for the first time when you touch your soulmate. I believe it would be fun to see how this would play out. This one could be a fic, a comic page or even an illustration where the boys realise what happened when they introduce themselves, whatever the artist prefers!

take it away by @monkberryfields

Younger John meets an older Paul at a record shop. Paul offers to teach John how to tune his guitar and play a few chords but at a price...

Posy by @ohjohnnysblog

Mclennon does a roleplay where they pretend John is a shy virgin groupie. Bottom! John

Banana Milkshakes and Armpit Hair by @crepesuzette2023

Will someone finally come on Paul's eyelashes?

I ain't no fool, and I don't take what I don't want by @crepesuzette2023

Mal and Paul make love al fresco during one of their trips. Paul wears nothing but the flimsy scarf he's seen wearing here.

all by design by @forthlin

the classic “john and paul do increasingly sexual things with each other while coming up with increasingly elaborate justifications for why it’s not gay” scenario, except they both DO know that it’s gay, they just each think they’re pulling a fast one by convincing the other one that this is normal guys-being-dudes behavior.

I've Just Seen a Face by @javelinbk

when John met Paul

Meeting on the Turret Stairs by @sleeper9

a John/Paul moment backstage (Hamburg/touring years/rooftop/artist's choice) based on the piece, Hellelil and Hildebrand, the Meeting on the Turret Stairs by Frederic William Burton.

Oh no, he's beautiful by @sleeper9

The first time John wears his glasses around Paul he finally gets to actually see Paul's face and oh no, he's beautiful

Run For Your Life by @pie-of-flames

A recut of any footage into some kind of Beatles horror movie trailer (maybe Paul is dead?)

**This will be updated as we get more fanworks!!

[rustedhearts]

the one where 70s!steve gets jealous when eddie munson is flirting with you at the halloween bonfire (flashback)...

eddie munson was flirting with you.

it was halloween and eddie munson was flirting with you.

steve watched through the scalding amber rays of fire as eddie wiggled his way closer and closer as the night grew darker. the bonfire spit sparks against an inky sky, and someone’s car had an 8-track playing bob dylan.

steve didn’t like bob dylan, and he didn’t like eddie fucking munson pushing your hair out of your face.

he had no business voicing this matter, though. you were here to celebrate halloween like you always did, an avid member of the annual harrington bonfire circle. munson was here on his own accord, dealing scrunched-up dime bags from the pockets of his leather coat.

steve was here with nancy, though she left him alone a while ago. pranced off somewhere in the dark to chat with a friend.

leaving steve to watch you, his best friend, fall for the charm of that long-haired freak.

holding the miller high life steve gave you nearly an hour ago, in the sweatshirt he leant you yesterday that you decidedly would not be giving back, in the lawn chair you tanned in over the summer in his driveway.

steve gnawed on the skin around his thumbnail and bounced his boot on the grass.

eddie leaned forward and brushed your hair behind your ear. tipped his head to the side and flashed a dimpled smirk.

steve placed his beer on the floor and pressed to his feet.

his sneakers spit gravel into roaring bonfire flames as he closed in. with each stomp closer, your flirtatious giggles rang in his ears. eddie had his hand on your shoulder, rubbing through your coat. you flipped your hair out of the way and grazed his thigh on the way down.

"what's goin' on here?" steve's voice broke through the barier that seemed to form around the pair of you.

the barrier you'd happily been sitting in all night.

you looked away from eddie, cheeks warm and sore from grinning, and up at your best friend. "oh, hi, steve."

but steve had his eye set on eddie, and you watched in increasingly mortified shock as steve pulled his shoulders back and squared them off. his "tough" stance, a position you'd only seen him in one other time when you were fourteen and a man outside of the mini-mart started asking you strange questions.

"hey, man," eddie greeted, another coy grin on his face as he eyed steve in his periphery.

he still hadn't turned away from you and that just pissed steve off more. your knees were touching, for christ's sake.

"hey," steve barked, shuffling closer until he towered over the pair of you, hands shifting to his hips.

you screwed your nose up at him, brows knitting together—but he practically ignored you. someone on the other side of the flames began to strum "gallow's pole." the acoustic pluck was no match for the irritation you felt staring at your best friend while he blatantly humiliated you.

under his attempt at intimidation, eddie chuckled and collected his beer from the ground.

"ohh-kayy," he laughed. "see you later."

he tapped you on your knee as he stood, making his way toward the led zeppelin player. in his absence, steve scoffed and shook his head, sinking into eddie's abandoned chair with ease.

"can you believe that guy—"

"what the fuck was that?" you scolded, reaching out to punch his arm.

steve cradled it immediately. "ow!"

"why did you do that?" you glared at him sternly.

but steve only leaned back and shrugged, folding his arms together. the flames crackled and illuminated his face with an orange halo.

"you don't wanna be hanging around with him."

rage bubbled in your chest. "says who?"

steve shrugged again. stupid fucking broad shoulders. "me."

you stood to your feet with such force that it knocked your plastic chair over. steve's gaze followed you in instant surprise.

"you can't tell me who to hang out with, steve. where's your goddamn girlfriend anyway?"

steve swallowed, eyes bouncing around the circle of chairs and the bodies lingering beyond it in the yard. what was nancy wearing tonight? his cheeks burned red hot, spreading up to the tops of his ears. thank god he was growing his hair out.

"i dunno, in the bathroom—"

"well, go worry about her, harrington. not me."

he watched you disappear into the blackness of the yard. nancy’s pink skirt fluttered in his periphery as she took your seat.

“hey.” her lips touched his cheek and he wished he wasn’t pretending they were yours. “miss me?”

steve tore his eyes away from the darkness and turned them to his girlfriend. he flashed a handsome smile and tucked her under his arm.

“of course. like you wouldn’t believe.”

[julienbakerpls]

Jealous

Hi, this is RPF, if that makes you uncomfy DONT READ, if ur under 18 DONT READ!!! This is ALL fictional <3 Anyways thanks for reading and requests are open!

requests -

"need julien saying good girl…"

"julien x pillow princess!reader perhaps 😶, also julien wearing a strap 😶‍🌫️"

"or like julien just getting jealous cause someone hits on reader and like wrecking her back at home"

You were sitting alone at the bar of the local pub that you and Julien tended to frequent. Julien was running late from her writing session with the boys, having texted you 15 separate times explaining that she was on her way. You went ahead and ordered a drink and pulled out the book that you had been trying to get through.

"What are you reading?" You heard a male voice ask looking up to see a guy who looked startlingly like Julien.

"I'm sorry, what?" You asked, having already forgotten what he said due to your surprise. He smiled at you, before repeating his question tapping the book in your hands.

"Oh it's Chronicles by Bob Dylan, I've been reading it off and on for the past two months." You said awkwardly, not ever feeling completely comfortable talking to men.

"Oh no way! I love Bob Dylan, do you read a lot of biographies? Sorry i'm Jake, by the way." He smiled and he since he seemed like a genuinely nice guy you didn't see the harm in introducing yourself.

"Y/n, and yeah i'm completely untalented so I love learning about different musicians, and their experiences that shape their songwriting." You spoke putting your bookmark into the book, and taking a sip of your drink.

"I'm sure you're not completely untalented, beautiful girl like you," He smiled, subtly leaning closer to you to talk over the noisy pub. "I'm actually a musician, I play guitar." He finished.

"Oh that's so cool, my girlfriend is also a musician. Are you local?" You asked becoming more interested in the conversation, wondering if Julien's look alike knew her.

"We're from Michigan originally, but we relocated here. What's your girlfriends name, would I know her?" Jake asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"I don't know, her names Julien." You smiled, loving any excuse you could find to talk about her.

"Oh wait, Julien Baker? I don't think i've ever met her but i've heard her music. She's insanely talented." He said enthusiastically, causing you to smile bigger than you had been.

"I know, She's incredible." You said, laughing a little with how lucky you were to have her. You felt a hand wrap around your waist roughly pulling you into someone's side. You quickly turn seeing its Julien, melting into her side.

"Sorry i'm late Baby," She said, not looking at you. "I'm Julien, Y/n's girlfriend." She said to Jake, her face and tone cold. Jake smiled at her, reaching a hand out to introduce himself. Julien shook his hand, still not letting the cold look drop from her face. Jake seemed to notice smirking a little to himself, before saying goodbye to the both of you.

"What's wrong Jay?" You asked her, moving so she was standing between your legs a hand possessively on both of your thighs.

"He was flirting with you!" Julien whisper shouted, placing her fingers into your belt loops pulling you closer to her.

"Are you really jealous? Of him?" You smiled, placing your arms around her neck. You could tell she was still worked up about it.

"No... yes, I don't know.... You're mine," She mumbled leaning forward into your shoulder. You run your fingers through her hair, pulling her up to kiss her gently on the lips.

"I'm all yours, Jay. Body and soul." You say against her lips, biting down on her bottom lip. She groaned into your mouth before pulling away.

"Let's get out of here." She said, pulling you down from the bar stool, making sure your body grinded against her on the way to the floor. Julien started pulling you towards the exit when Jake appeared back in front of the two of you.

"Hey Julien, Y/n was telling me how talented you are. I'm also a musician so I wanted to give you my card in case you ever wanted to get together." Jake smiled at Julien and you, before handing Julien his card.

Julien smiled and nodded her way through the interaction promising to be in touch, before pulling you by your belt loop toward the exit again. You stumbled slightly due to the speed she was walking, her arms instantly reaching out to steady you.

"Are you okay, Babe?" You ask her once you'd both gotten in the car and she was driving home. Her hand possessively placed high on your thigh, her jaw clenched still. You could tell that she was still worked up over it, but you couldn't deny that she looked amazing right now.

Julien didn't say anything the entire drive home, getting out and opening your door for you before going to the front door and unlocking it and holding it open for you to walk in in front of her. The second you'd past her you were instantly pressed into the now closed front door.

Julien lips instantly finding yours and devouring them in a rough kiss. You moaned into her mouth, pushing your body against hers. She pulled away from your lips and trailed kisses down your neck pulling back only to roughly pull your shirt over your head. Her calloused hands caressing over the newly exposed skin before popping the button of your jeans and letting her hand trace the band of your lace underwear. Julien pulled the band letting it pop back against your skin with a sharp sting, causing you to push your body more into hers. She finally pushed her hand into your underwear, gently pressing her thumb to your clit in figure eights. You gasped arching your hips into her hand only to be forced back into the door by her other hand.

"Jay... Babe.." You started to moan, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten. Julien bit down on your shoulder, pulling away from you but still staying close.

"I want you to go upstairs and wait for me on the bed," She said pressing a kiss to your shoulder before adding "Naked."

Julien pulled completely away from you moving away to walk into the kitchen. You hurried up the stairs and into your bedroom quickly stripping your jeans and undergarments off.

You impatiently waited for her on the bed, feeling how worked up you were already. Julien was typically a gentle lover, but occasionally she'd get into these dominant phases where she just knew how to take you completely apart without even lifting a finger.

After about five minutes Julien came into the bedroom, she'd taken off her shirt and jeans and was now just in her sports bra and boxers. You pressed your thighs together at the unbelievable sight of her, you'd never be able to get over how lucky you were to be with her.

"Good girl." Julien smiled down at you, she slowly crawled her way up the bed to you. She paused taking her time massaging and sucking on your breasts, before pressing her lips to yours.

"Jay, I need you," You gasped into her open mouth feeling her smile against your lips. She pulled back from you not saying anything and kissing her way down your body again. She quickly found your clit, briefly sucking it into her mouth just long enough to get you soaked before she pulled away again.

"Julien please," You begged her feeling how wet your thighs were getting. She smirked down at you, pressing a teasing kiss to your slit, before pulling away completely and getting up off of the bed.

"Jay?" You whined after her watching her make her way over to your closet and stepping in. You huffed put a frustrated groan, hearing her laugh from the closet.

"Be patient, Princess." Julien called, still laughing at you.

You closer your eyes briefly, before opening them upon hearing Julien clear her throat. Opening your eyes to see her, you'd have thought you'd died and gone to heaven, holy shit.

"Oh fuck, Jay," You moaned, your hips involuntarily jerking up to grind on nothing. Julien was now naked, and wearing the rainbow strap on she'd purchased while on tour and had sent back as a surprise for you. (And to tease you, with her not being there to use it on you)

"How bad do you want this baby," She questioned crawling up the bed to you. You had to fight the urge to throw yourself at her completely.

"God Julien I always want you so fucking badly," You whined pulling her down to your mouth. The kiss is sloppy, all tongue and teeth with how desperate you are for her.

"I love seeing you like this, being the only one who can make you this needy." She smiled, running her hands down your sides squeezing you hips.

"God yes, Only you Jay, I'm yours." You moan out, being rewarded with the friction of her grinding the strap on against your clit.

"That's right baby, you're all mine." Julien Whispers against your chest, sucking a nipple into her mouth and biting down softly.

She pulled away from you going to kneel on her knees, adjusting the harness of the strap.

"Why don't you get this nice and wet for me." Julien hummed out. You pulled yourself up onto your knees, making eye contact with her as you let spit from your mouth drip down on it. Julien groaned, grinding herself against the strap at the sight.

You reached forward taking the strap into your mouth, giving Julien a good show, while also making sure to push it against her clit.

"Fuck baby, just like that.." She moaned, running her fingers through your hair. She gently pulled you off of it, pulling you up to kiss her.

The two of you got lost in the kiss, it getting more heated and sloppy by the minute. Julien eventually pulled away pushing to to fall back into the pillows. She moved to position herself between your thighs, pressing kisses into your neck as she moved. You felt the cool tip of the strap on press against your entrance, pulling a whine from your lips.

She moved one of your legs so it was wrapped around her hip, gently pressing into you giving you time to adjust.

"Jay.." You moan pulling her mouth to yours, fingers tangled tightly into her long hair. She brought one of her hands to loosely wrap around your throat pulling a desperate moan from you.

"Open your mouth princess," Julien said, slightly out of breath, with how hard she was thrusting into you. You did as she said instantly opening your mouth, she smiled at your obedience making eye contact with you as she spit into your awaiting mouth. You swallowed her saliva as soon as it touched your tongue, causing Julien to moan above you.

She continued to speed up her thrusts, causing your eyes to roll back into your head momentarily. Both of your legs now tightly wrapped around her hips, nails dragging down her muscular back.

"Just remember baby, no one can fuck you as good as I can," Julien breathed into your neck, Making sure to punctuate each word with a deep thrust.

"Only you, no one else." You moaned, feeling your body tightly clamp down on her strap.

"God, I love you so much Y/n." Julien said, now into your chest biting and sucking on your nipples.

"I love you, Julien," You gasped, feeling the knot in your stomach snap, body shaking from the liquid fire pleasure Julien was coaxing out of you.

"Jay," You whined feeling so overstimulated as she gently pulled out of you, moving off the bed and into the bathroom to clean up and remove the strap on. When she returned she had a warms washcloth to clean you up, discarding it in the laundry before wrapping herself around you securely.

"Julien, you know you have nothing to worry about, I love you more than I've ever loved anyone." You spoke into the darkness, moving the hair out of her face and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I know Baby, I just get so... wrapped up in my head, and I don't want to lose you." Julien whispered, pressing her body even closer in the dark and wearing the sheets around you both.

"You'll never lose me." You whisper into her hair before falling asleep in her strong and safe arms.

[foxes-that-run]

Do you have an analysis to She Got Away?

Thank you for this question. I think if she got away as a Haylor song that had some details changed to make it a generic 1D song.

It is likely from February 2014 - fans first posted it was registered in November 2014 (after it didn’t appear on Four), although the band recorded it. While making WTNY and I Know Places with Taylor in Conway Studios he also saw Harry there (Four was in production)

Ryan has specified at least 4 other writing meetings with them:

29 January 2012 - W hotel in Westwood LA - to Zach Sang, that sounded early. 1D stayed at the W in 2012. No mention of a song just annoyed about the similar band names.

19 April 2013 - Manchester - to Capital FM - Right Now (OneRepublic was in London, One Direction in Manchester and Midnight Memories was in production. ...also after that date is when he went back to the US to get the Peace ring and Taylor wrote I Wish You Would). He says he wrote 'something else with one of them' presumably Harry as Right Now refers to CBBH and Harry loved it.

February 2014 - Conway Studios LA - to New York Post 2019 - when Taylor and Harry were there. The rest of the band was in the UK. I think this is when She Got Away was likely written. Harry wrote it with Ryan Tedder and Noel Zancanella, both who worked on Welcome to NY. Ryan also said he saw Harry and Taylor at the studio then (I know places & welcome to NY from the same sessions, we also know Harry was there when JABOYH was written while hanging around Conway in January 2014. Style, Shake it off were also recorded then. It’s widely reported this song was for Four, fan first posted about it being registered in November 2014 after Four released without it.

London hotel - to Ryan Seacrest - Solo Harry, he talked about him traveling with no entourage.

She Got Away Lyrics

Jennie in She got Away seems like a composite rather than an actual person. She is enigmatic, contradictory and mysterious. She is very much of the Diana/Georgia Rose archetype who is a vessel that 1D's fans could see themselves in or aspire to be. Harry's love of older music is clear, it's very Bob Dylan-inspired storytelling through characters, wandering and the places named.

Verse One: Liam & Harry] I met this girl the other night On the streets of New Orleans She said I'm trying to find myself On the run from Tennessee She had a diamond in one ear And patches on her jeans Oh yeah, oh yeah, the girl she got to me

The first verse reminds me of Taylor in the 'On the run from Tennessee' especially if the song is written in the same session as Welcome to New York, she was on the run from country music, the success of Red and her home of Tennessee.

The 'Diamond in one ear and patches on her jeans 'is a perfect description for this transitional era of Taylor - on the success of her last Country-pop album singing about moving to New York for a complete pop album. This line is very much Taylor at that time. It is a brilliant line as it works for the 1D listener who is an evolving young woman.

Jennie has a way with words Yeah, she always speaks in quotes She said that she ain't ever Met a man like me before She told me she just won a trip to Mexico Oh yeah, oh yeah On the radio Oh yeah, oh yeah Someday she will go

She has a way with words is a girl who writes, speaks in quotes is someone who writes heavily in references and metaphor... sounds like someone we know. 'She said she ain't never met a man like me before / she won a trip to Mexico' this sounds like the intended listener is fan fiction writers, coming up with the scenario where they meet Harry.

The 'never met anyone like me' line to me has me wondering how many of Taylor's Exes would come back to the studio to hear her next album be recorded and spend days collaborating on writing love songs about her while she does.. I think that's still a list of 1.

[Chorus: All] When I close my eyes I swear that I can see her Then they open wide And she’s a world away And I swear she’s mine So does every man who meets her Oh yeah, oh yeah She’s the girl that got away Oh yeah, oh yeah But she’s coming back someday

The chorus has Harry and the muse separated by the world, he is dreaming of her, it fits nicely with the fanfiction listener. There's a nice call out to 'half the world away'.

The 'so does every man who meets her' reminds me of Fool's Gold's 'you turn it on for everyone you meet' but here it is loving. And a nice 'she's coming back someday' adorable for writing this the same week as Style's 'Everytime we crash down we come back again'

[Verse Two: Harry & Niall] Jennie likes a coffee late at night It helps her sleep She doesn't cook but She's got a million recipes She's got a tattoo Doesn't know what it means Oh yeah, oh yeah When she was with me

Coffee late at night - need I say more?? The sleep also is a nice call back to Little Things. Jennie is chaotic and sounds hyperproductive... yeah...

The tattoo is cute, a clear 'not Taylor or anyone he'd dated.' unless the tattoo is on him and she doesn't know who it was for. 'when she was with me'

[Bridge: All] What I feel, what I feel, I feel for her Ain't going away What I feel, what I feel, I feel for her Ain't going away What I feel, what I feel, I feel for her Ain't going away What I feel, what I feel, I feel for her Feel for her, feel for her

The bridge is a nice resolution, Harry has made a decision he is committed. It is so much more hopeful than JALBOYH and WDBHG from the same sessions.

[falloutboylyricss]

Fall Out Boy and Names

note: this post includes only specific names of people or groups of people (such as band names), both real and fictional

Evening Out With Your Girlfriend

"I can be your John Cusack" - Honorable Mention

"Obscured by the stand-up arcade and the sound of the Descendants" - Switchblades and Infidelity

"And listen to the Misfits 'Where Eagles Dare' to swallow whole" - Growing Up

"And we're all in the back singing 'Roxanne'" - The World's Not Waiting (For Five Tired Boys In A Broken Down Van)

"A simple contradiction could shake my whole foundation, Parker Lewis can't lose" - Parker Lewis Can't Lose (But I'm Gonna Give It My Best Shot)

Take This to Your Grave

Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do Today (title only)

"Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria with promise and precision" - Saturday

"Me and Pete in the wake of Saturday" - Saturday

"Hey, Chris, you were our only friend" - Saturday

From Under The Cork Tree

7 Minutes In Heaven (Atavan Halen) (title only)

I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me (title only)

Infinity On High

none

Folie à Deux

She's My Winona (title only)

What A Catch, Donnie (title only)

"Miss Flack said, 'I still want you back'" - What A Catch, Donnie

Tiffany Blews (title only)

Save Rock And Roll

"We're all fighting growing old in the hopes of a few minutes more to get, get on St. Peter's list" - Rat A Tat

PAX AM Days

none

American Beauty/American Psycho

"She wants to dance like Uma Thurman" - Uma Thurman

"I got those jet pack blues, just like Judy" - Jet Pack Blues

"Do you remember when we drove, we drove, drove through the night and we danced, we danced to Rancid" - Favorite Record

"I can't remember just how to forget, forget the way that we danced, we danced to Danzig" - Favorite Record

MANIA

"I'm 'bout to go Tonya Harding on the whole world's knee" - Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea

Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) (title only)

"And if death is the last appointment, then we're all just sitting in the waiting room (Mr. Stump?)" - Church

"I think that God is gonna have to kill me twice, kill me twice like my name was Nikki Sixx" - Young And Menace

So Much (For) Stardust

"We were a hammer to the Statue of David" - Love From The Other Side

"I can't stop, can't stop 'til we catch all your ears, though, somewhere between Mike Tyson and Van Gogh" - Flu Game

"It breaks your heart, but four of the Ramones are dead" - The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years)

Misc.

"Yeah, streets are full of seasons, saw what they did to Jesus" - Dear Future Self (Hands Up)

"'Cause everyone loves Bob Dylan, I just want you to love me like that, yeah / Would you bury me next to Johnny Cash? I'm obsessed" - Bob Dylan

"Captain Planet, Arab Spring, L.A. riots, Rodney King" - We Didn't Start The Fire

"Oklahoma City bomb, Kurt Cobain, Pokémon / Tiger Woods, MySpace, Monsanto, GMOs / Harry Potter, Twilight, Michael Jackson dies" - We Didn't Start The Fire

"Kim Jong Un, Robert Downey Jr., Iron Man" - We Didn't Start The Fire

"Obama, Spielberg, explosion, Lebanon / Unabomber, Bobbitt, John, bombing, Boston Marathon" - We Didn't Start The Fire

"Trump gets impeached twice, polar bears got no ice / Fyre Fest, Black Parade, Michael Phelps, Y2K / Boris Johnson, Brexit, Kanye West and Taylor Swift" - We Didn't Start The Fire

"Sandy Hook, Columbine, Sandra Bland and Tamir Rice / ISIS, LeBron James, Shinzo Abe blown away / Meghan Markle, George Floyd, Burj Khalifa, Metroid / Fermi paradox, Venus and Serena / Michael Jordan, 23, Youtube killed MTV / SpongeBob, Golden State Killer got caught / Michael Jordan, 45, Woodstock '99 / Keaton Batman, Bush v. Gore, I can't take it anymore" - We Didn't Start The Fire

"Elon Musk, Kaepernick, Texas failed electric grid / Jeff Bezos, climate change, white rhino goes extinct / Great Pacific garbage patch, Tom DeLonge and aliens" - We Didn't Start The Fire

"SSRIs, Prince and The Queen die" - We Didn't Start The Fire

[novacorpsrecruit]

Better Without You

My other braincell @comicsbi-thebook and I came up with a steddie AU the other day that’s rotting my brain but I do not need another WIP

Steddie Rockstar/Country Star (breakup) AU based on Dixon Dallas’ song Better Without You

Steve and Eddie, who get together after the events of season 4. Eddie was hurt (he may been technically dead for a few minutes), but he’s alive and that’s what matters. He starts to heal over the next few months, Steve by his side, helping Wayne take care of Eddie and falling in love along the way. There were a lot of painful nights — memories, nightmares, wounds that reopened, stitches that ripped, lots of tears and fear that the Upside Down may come back. No matter what happened, Steve was by Eddie side, promising that he wasn’t going to leave him.

Maybe two years pass in their relationship and eddie’s got the record deal of a life time, but that means leaving everything behind. His family, his friends, his life. The agent saw Eddie with Steve and told him that he had to leave him if he wanted the deal. The label wouldn’t sign someone who was queer. This is his only chance on getting out of Hawkins, being known for something other than the town freak that’s accused of a string of murders. This is what he needs.

So he does.

He packs up everything and leaves, barely telling Steve goodbye. Steve is left with a broken heart, a shoebox of pictures and trinkets, and Eddie’s damn acoustic guitar.

He thought about breaking the guitar. Thought about smashing it in the parking lot outside their apartment. taking the broken pieces and lighting it on fire. He tried to return it to Wayne, but Wayne refused. “If he left it, it’s yours.”

Steve let the guitar stay haunting the bedroom, Eddie’s painted words taunting him. Reminding him of what he lost. So he grabs a rag and some alcohol and wipes it clean, removing the words. He learns how to play, stringing chords together and humming along. He learns how to play Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson. And eventually, the pain hurts less. He got a local gig — a paid one — at one of the dive bars, and they kept requesting him to come back.

Eventually, someone important hears him. They offer him a record deal. Steve nearly refused, because of Eddie. Eddie was told to get back in that damn closet if he wanted to break into the industry. Steve refuses to do anything except be himself. If the record wanted him, they’d take him as he is. And the record wanted him, so they agreed to his terms. Out and proud. He signs it and paints his own mark on that damn guitar, known as his signature machine. This machine heals broken hearts.

I hope you miss me when you think about me / and everything we could’ve been / and now you’re nothing but another memory / you know it hurt but in the end / I’m doing better without you, and I know you hate it / I used to think you were the one but you ain’t / no more dancing around it, and I hate to say it / but you damn sure ain’t the one I got away

Steve records a few songs, and instantly they were hits. His song, Better Without You, hit the charts and was played for weeks on the Top 40. Hell, he even broke the top 5.

His lyrics were raw, and any time he preformed the song live, the audience went wild.

I loved you at your worst / you left me at your best / I watched you fade away into the sunset / threw my heart into the dirt / you ripped it from my chest / tried to kill me but I ain’t dying yet

Eddie, known by his moniker MUNSON, is a huge breakout in the metal scene. He’s topped all the metal, rock and alt charts. He’s had a single or two hit the top 40 but most of his fans aren’t from the demographic. He’s done one North American tour with Pantera and he’s rumored to headline his own tour soon. But when he heard about the gay country artist making waves across the charts, he had to take a listen out of curiosity. As soon as the first verse hit, he recognized that voice instantly. He remembers the late nights years ago singing along to Bob Dylan and Bruce Springsteen years ago. He knows the song is about him and it breaks his heart. He hurts because he knows he hurt Steve. He loved Steve, he really did. He still does.

But Eddie’s so proud of what he’s done at an artist.

And he’s terrified to lose that. Terrified to going back to Eddie the Freak. Eddie the Loser. Eddie stuck in the hellhole of Hawkins, Indiana.

So he calls Steve. He finds a way to get in contact with him. Maybe he uses Dustin to help his number, or a way to talk with him.

And maybe Steve’s a little hopeful when they exchange pleasantries and Eddie tells him that he likes the song and he’s proud of Steve for making it and being out.

But then reality comes crashing down. “You wouldn’t …” Eddie starts, trailing off. He’s nervous, worried, afraid. “You wouldn’t out me, would you?”

This wasn’t an apology for breaking Steve’s heart. It’s a plea, begging for Steve not to out Eddie. And Steve can’t help but laugh as he feels his heart break again.

“Who the fuck do you think I am?” Steve laughs, hiding his pain. Hiding the tears that want to slide down his cheeks. “Do you really think I’d do that to anyone? Don’t fucking call me again.”

And maybe the next time he plays Better Without You, he sings some lyrics a little louder, while his heart aches.

I’m glad you came into my life, you really taught me well. / and I mean that from the bottom of my heart. / you showed me the devil ain’t exactly in a place called hell / you were tightly wrapped up in my loving arms.

[aanoia]

Make You Feel My Love

James Potter x reader words; 938 song; Make You Feel My Love by Adele (Bob Dylan) (19 as fics) warnings; family problems (nothing new, lets be fr), mentions of self harm scars wowza. lemme tell yall, my head is pounding so hard I feel like I'm being run over by a train a thousand times over and country music is being blasted in my ears (im jk, i love country music sometimes) im working on requests guys i PROMISE please believe me anywho, if you wanna send in more requests I highly encourage it. I get so giddy when i get new ones :) HAVE FUN YALL OH HERES THE TEA TOO i'm a ghosty girly rn and SAM AND COLBY are so nice to my brain rn. and my eyes. and bc i get ahead of myself all the time, should i write for them? maybe, maybe not.

When the rain is blowing in your face

And the whole world is on your case

“L/n!” Sirius called out and Y/n sighed.

“What now?” She muttered to herself, already having a bad day.

“I wanted to ask why you’ve been so quiet lately, quite annoying to not have my argue buddy argue with me.” He teased and Y/n silently swore as tears filled her eyes. She doesn’t usually cry at this kind of stuff, on a normal day she’d reply back with something witty and clever, but today was not her day. Having received a letter where she was scolded by her parents, and almost receiving detention for getting frustrated in potions, it wasn’t going well.

I could offer you a warm embrace

To make you feel my love

“Shut it, Pads.” James said and stood in front of him, pulling the girl into a warm hug. “You’re alright, love, I know todays been hard. Sirius is a dimwit, s’all.”

“How rude.” Sirius pouted.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear

And there is no one there to dry your tears

James quickly climbed up the steps to the Astronomy tower, being as quiet as possible to avoid the groundskeeper finding him. He pushed open the door and sighed in relief, only to have his smile drop as he found a figure hunched over, body shaking as they were too engrossed in their tears to hear the door open.

I could hold you for a million years

To make you feel my love

As James got closer to the figure, a light gasp left his lips as he recognized them as the girl he loved.

“Oh, Y/n.” he said gently and pulled her into his arms, silently rubbing circles into her back as she sobbed more.

I know you haven't made your mind up yet

But I will never do you wrong

“Just take your time, sweetheart. I’ll wait for you.” James said, winking at Y/n as she rolled her eyes and set her book down.

“James, you really don’t have to. You should find someone who’s ready to be in a relation-” She was cut off by James’ finger on her lip, successfully shushing her.

“Nonsense. I’ll wait until you’re ready.”

I've known it from the moment that we met

No doubt in my mind where you belong

“I’m gonna marry her one day.” James said lovingly, his hand supporting his head as he stared at Y/n in potions.

Sirius looked at him amused, “Oh, really?”

“Mhm.” He hummed.

“You mean the girl who won’t even go out with you?”

Remus hit Sirius’ arm, “Shut up, Sirius. I think it’s cute.”

Remus smirked at his boyfriend and booped his nose, “I think you’re cute.”

I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue

I'd go crawling down the avenue

“James, what the hell happened?” Y/n asked worriedly as she ran into the infirmary.

James smiled and winced as his split lip stung, “I got in a fight.” He said with a shrug.

“You idiot.” Y/n breathed and Sirius laughed.

No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do

To make you feel my love

“He was heroic. They were talking crap about you-”

“Pads!” James exclaimed.

Sirius’ eyes widened, “Oh, I wasn’t supposed to say that.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “You want me to kiss you booboo?” She asked in a baby voice and James’ eyes widened. Even she was surprised that those words just spilled from her mouth. Nevertheless James nodded enthusiastically, and Y/n pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

He smiled dremaily as she pulled away, “It still hurts, I think you need to do it again.”

The storms are raging on the rolling sea

And on the highway of regret

The winds of change are blowing wild and free

You ain't seen nothing like me yet

“You can go now. It’s okay, I understand.” Y/n said gently, her eyes puffy as James quietly observed the self harm scars on her thigh.

James looked up quizzically, “And why would I do such a thing?” He asked.

Y/n shrugged, “I don’t know. They aren’t pretty. Rather disgusting.” She mumbled and James shook his head, pressing a soft kiss to her thigh.

“I don’t think so. I think they’re a part of you, so although the circumstances aren’t perfect, they must be. Because you are in my eyes, perfect. For me. You’re perfect for me.”

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true

Nothing that I wouldn't do

Go to the ends of the Earth for you

“Alrighty, so, we can use floo powder because that would be easiest, considering I absolutely hate apparating. And then after, we’ll check into our hotel, have some great ‘just-got-to-greece-for-a-sexy-honeymoon-because-we-just-got-married-woo-hoo’ sex, and then go for din- what are you looking at?” James asked, cutting himself off as Y/n stared at him lovingly.

She shrugged, “You, duh.”

James' face turned red as he cleared his throat and continued talking about the entire plan he made for the vacation, although the both of them knew his plans would be replaced with loads of honeymoon love making (wink wink).

To make you feel my love

Y/n smiled softly as she snuggled into her husband's side, fatigue taking over after their big day. James gently rubbed circles on her skin, thanking God for how lucky he was to have such a magnificent woman as his wife.

“I love you.” He whispered, softly kissing the top of her head.

“I love you, more.”

“Nah.”

To make you feel my love

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[tina-aumont]

I finally met the great love of my life, the most accomplished, the most complete, the quintessence of all my amorous wanderings. It’s thanks to Tina Aumont, the daughter of illustrious Maria Montez. I was back in France after living in Miami for about seven years. My wife, Nicole, had arranged a home for me with her mother, Jeanne. It was temporary, at least for me. I was in a bad state. I had just narrowly saved my left leg and the treatment had taken over my savings. I had no idea what I was going to do or even what I wanted to do. The only positive point of my forced return to France was to be at home, in my country, in my hometown.

The only one who was delighted to welcome me was Tina who lived in social housing near Belleville. It was an indescribable mess, clothes everywhere, magazines, the sink always full of dirty dishes from several days and the bathroom difficult to use. I was supposed to clean at Grandma Jeanne's house, but ultimately it was at Tina's house. I went to see her every other day and sometimes I even slept on the sofa, after cleaning up. She was delighted, we shared our memories, I sang to her Bob Dylan which she loved and despite her emphysema, she seemed happy.

Tina has experienced all kinds of tragedy in her life, ups and downs like all of us but hers were very intense. The premature death of her illustrious mother when she was only five years old left her alone in the world. Her father Jean-Pierre was far too busy with his life, his career and later, his new love affair with Marisa Pavan who hated Tina and did everything to keep her away from her father. Then at just senventeen years old she married the worst man, Christian Marquant! It was he who plunged her into the world of drugs. This narcissistic man destroyed all chances for Tina to have a normal life. She became trapped, for lack of love and also to escape her family who had neglected her and left her floating in the wind. This emotional lack certainly favored the excesses to which she indulged throughout her life. Claude Olievenstein who founded the Marmottant hospital wrote in his book that he only knew one person with whom he could do nothing to get her out of the hell of addiction, Tina Aumont! I have seen her transform over the years in a dramatic way.

We were nine years apart and for me she was like a big sister. She came to see us and often spent the night with us, my mother and my two brothers. It was always a great joy for me, she always had a little something to give me, you know how children are, they love being given gifts. My mother loved her very much and did everything to make her life easier. And then, Tina always had stories to tell, her last shoot or the one that was to come. Tina was a tornado in our life, we didn't see each other much because she was always on the move but each visit left me exhilarated.

We lost touch, she was living in London with her horrible husband and her acting career was really starting to take off. We met again when she started her life with Frédéric Pardo, I was twelve years old. I remember coming to their apartment and singing Bob Dylan on Frédéric's guitar. I liked him, firstly because Tina liked him and then his sensitivity touched me. Then they left for Italy and I never saw Frédéric again.

So I found Tina when I returned from the United States. After all her glory days, her incredible trips, her excessive parties, and all that drugs. She had finally calmed down, she still smoked despite her emphysema and lived almost in poverty. The city had allocated her social housing and a pension, just enough to live on! Fortunately, we were able to offer her a few moments of joy, for example the New Year's Eve dinner in 2002. Blaise, Tina's last companion, brought her to the workshop where I lived with Nathalie. It was an excellent evening with all our friends, we sang, we danced and I think that for one evening she was happy.

***

Very touching moments in Tina's life explained by someone who was very close to her. I want to thank this person so much for sharing the memories lived with Tina, it's much appreciated. Merci beaucoup!!

[socdarlings]

contact names for the gang + socs

quotes are my perspective on the person and why i chose that name

ponyboy: ballad of a thin man - bob dylan, 1965. “song revolves around the mishaps of a boy, who keeps blundering into strange situations, and the more questions he asks, the less the world makes sense to him.”

johnny: johnny b. goode - chuck berry, 1958. “the song is about a semi-literate "country boy" from the New Orleans area, who plays a guitar ‘just like ringing a bell’, and who might one day have his ‘name in lights’.”

dallas: insight - joy division, 1980. “this song is almost as depressing as the eternal. giving up on life and hope and looking back at the past and wishing you’ve done something different. describes dallas before his life ends.”

twobit: cupid - sam cooke, 1961. “keith just reminds me of a doughboy and a loverboy, always picking up soc girls and dumping ‘em later.”

darry: the eternal - joy division, 1980. “This song just digs down into the deepest, most dank and dark recesses of tortured, unyielding depression. darry curtis is never going to ever leave tulsa and will die in tulsa. It’s just in the cards for him. This song also goes for dally.”

sodapop: little red corvette - prince, 1983. ���This song is about casual dating and the fear of being replaced. It’s a sad but realistic song about the dangers of getting too attached to someone who isn’t ready for a commitment.”

steve: isolation - joy division, 1980. “A fear that never goes away. You wake up with it, you get into bed with it. You're afraid of things that are weeks in the future and of things that are tomorrow almost equally. You feel inferior to everyone, but you don't look up to them either because you just aren't like them. Steve has a hard time understanding people emotionally, and that isolates him from everyone.”

tim: cold, cold heart - hank williams, 1951. "Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?"

curly: behind blue eyes - the who, 1971. “‘Behind Blue Eyes’ is written from the perspective of a man who is hated and shunned. He's asking for empathy, but is clearly unhinged and seems to have anger issues.”

angela: wildflower - skylark, 1972. “She's faced the hardest times you could imagine. And many times her eyes fought back the tears. And when her youthful world was about to fall in, each time her slender shoulders bore the weight of all her fears.”

cherry: cheri, cheri lady - modern talking, 1985 “tbh I misheard this song and thought it said ‘cherry, cherry lady’. regardless the song’s about a girl who’s lost in the world, both emotionally and spiritually.”

marcia: sunday girl - blondie, 1978. “I think a happy go lucky song describes marcia best. doesn’t really show her other side with people, except cherry.”

evie: cherry bomb - the runaways, 1976. “a tough grease girl who’s just trying to survive day to day life in tulsa. does not have a good relationship with her parents. lets her soft side show around steve.”

buck: alone and forsaken - hank williams, 1952. “I just figure buck is just that kinda guy who’s always gonna be alone and can’t connect to people.”

sylvia: jolene, dolly parton, 1973. “Your beauty is beyond compare, with flaming locks of auburn hair, with ivory skin and eyes of emerald green.”

bob: the figurehead - the cure, 1982. “a depressing song about keeping up appearances and acting tough despite suffering on the inside. the man in the song is on the verge of suicide and yells out his frustrations, but nobody helps him.”

randy: heroin - the velvet underground, 1967. “this song basically describes randy turning to drugs in ‘that was then, this is now’ after everyone around him either leaves him or dies. it reinforces his idea that the warring sides of both greasers and socs will only leave more people dead and there’s no point in fighting.”

[tinglingfuckingsensation]

hii from the emoji ask game you posted I’d love to know

🙌What's a line or paragraph of yours that you're proud of?

🥘What wip are you most excited about?

thank youuu ☺️

Ahhhh thank you for the ask!!!! Soooo excited to talk about my fics ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

This got a little out of hand so I'm putting it under the cut

🙌 that's a hard one!!! But looking back through my fics, I think it's probably this passage from chapter 1 of Hungry Work:

"Gene, as a rule, calls everyone by their last name unless he gets called to help them. Only then does he call them by the same name their friends and families do, as he tries to keep them calm, stop the bleeding, save their life.

Each time, it’s like cutting open his own chest, pouring out all the care he has for them and then trying to stuff it back inside when they get taken away, either to the aid station, back to their foxhole or back to God."

It takes me right back to what drew me to Gene as a character in the first place, how he's right there when someone needs him, but often alone in the aftermath once he's done and doesn't have anyone to comfort him in turn. I am sooo obsessed with him it's not even funny!

🥘 As for the WIP I'm most excited about....I could be lame and say it's Hungry Work because it just deals with so many themes I'm obsessed about, but since that one's almost finished, I'll pick something else!

In addition to the Hungry Work Post-War sequel I've been yapping about today (loved your tags on that btw!!!! Legit squealed when I saw your reblog), there's a second post-war Baberoe fic I've been writing on and off, based on a very early ending I had in mind for Hungry Work but discarded - the premise is that Gene and Babe get together in Europe, but while they're in Austria, Gene gets spooked by someone else getting a blue slip and breaks up with Babe to "protect him". Since Babe's bisexual in this (as he is in Hungry Work), Gene figures he can just get with a woman and forget all about Gene. Of course, that backfires spectacularly, because 1. Bisexuality just doesn't work like that and 2. Babe's already in love, and so he goes back to Philly all heart broken and miserable and gets into some real trouble there, which means he has to leave Philly for a bit. Cue them pining for each other AGAIN but back in the US across various state lines. I think it'll be a while before that comes out and there will probably be at least one other fic coming out beforehand, but I've been excited about writing some Babe&Bill friendship and some other Easy Company interactions as well. And of course, endless yearning 😬 The WIP Document is called "It ain't me Babe" inspired by the Bob Dylan song of the same name:

I already posted some snippets of that WIP here, but here's one more:

It’s another Friday night, and Babe’s drunker than usual. It had been kind of a shit day, from the moment he woke hours before his alarm from a nightmare that had started with him and Gene kissing and ended with Babe covered in Gene’s blood. It had been raining the whole day while Babe was out at the docks, and at dinner, his mother had nagged him about finding a girl, settling down.

So things are already a little blurry around the edges when Babe sees him. There’s a shock of black hair, stark against the washed out colors around it. White skin below it, a slender frame. Babe’s heart starts beating erratically in his chest and he stops listening to Bill’s yapping. He follows the man around the bar with his eyes, tries to catch a glimpse of his face.

Logically, Babe knows it can’t be who he’s thinking of. Philly’s a long way from Louisiana, and besides, why would he come here, of all places? But he has to know, so he stands up, heads over with unsteady legs. He puts a hand on the guy’s shoulder. When he turns around, Babe’s heart falls. Of course it isn’t him.

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 26/02/2024

Shopping on Star Road

Season 2 No Album Release (Read More) Game Over (OST Version) - Super Mario World

Ripped by sadkey

Requested by bobthetacocat! @bobthetacocat

There's a part of me that really doesn't quite know how to approach this rip in particular, for a few reasons. Sure, I've covered hip-hop themed rips on the blog before, including other lo-fi ones like Yoshi's Cookie World and Stickerbrush State of Mind - but with those and others, I've felt like I've had a story attached to them to tell, to sort of make up for my lack of knowledge on the rap scene in general. I still heard the name "Lil Peep" around from time to time, but knew nothing about the guy or his work - and further wasn't even aware that he's now been away from us for close to seven years, after his passing in 2017. Like I said with Through the F​-​F​-​Fire and the F​-​F​-​Flames, there's an added difficulty in talking about someone's legacy after the fact when you never really felt like you knew them to begin with. Those were, at least, the thoughts I had when receiving the request to cover Shopping on Star Road. And then I listened to it - and then, I dug deeper.

On SoundCloud's official Wikipedia page, Lil Peep is one of ten artists listed as examples under the "SoundCloud Rap" sub category, a label many of you are likely more familiar with than I've ever been. I recognized the names of several of the other listed examples, of course - XXXTentacion, Playboi Carti, Juice Wrld - yet never put it together that they were all born under the same umbrella, the umbrella of SoundCloud as a platform. This community formed of creators expressing themselves with as much honesty and raw emotion as possible, a sort of re-emergence of emo expressions as told by individual rising stars...The more I read, the more fascinated I became - and, of course, given my brainrot, I couldn't help but draw parallels to the SiIvaGunner channel itself.

Much of the joy of SoundCloud as a platform is how...unrestricted it is, as a platform. There's little in the way of licenses, little moderation, no reason for quality control - from what I've gathered without using it, its able to act much like your average social media in that you can post practically anything (that isn't hate speech) and have a chance of getting noticed. There's little pressure to perform, little direct monetization: it is, in its purest form, an audio playground. The idea of "SoundCloud Rap" came about from that culture as a result, to just perform and release something without the pressure of a perfect mix, of perfect vocals and mastering, effectively "venting" in the form of music. There's an aura of sincerity to rap music like Lil Peep's Star Shopping, with a simple beat that sets an immaculate vibe alone, with vocals that speak from the heart, with flow carried by emotion despite the music's simplicity.

And, like, I know it sounds a bit insincere to draw a connection between this thing that I'm not very invested in, and the thing this blog is about that I am VERY invested in, but...that sort of sincerity has always been a huge part of SiIvaGunner's appeal to me. Be it in stupid bits where the mask of the parody occasionally slips with a laugh, such as Can't Say Goodbye to Yesterday - as performed by Bob Dylan, or mashups where you can feel that each source was picked out with affection like vs SAYU (Based Version), there's an aura to many SiIvaGunner rips that make you feel...connected to the people behind them. A connection not all too dissimilar to the one formed between the artist and listener with music as unfiltered as SoundCloud's often is.

There's that, and of course that several of the team's oldest rippers, such as toonlink of Dr. Soulja fame, initially got their start doing the very same thing they do now on SiIvaGunner, but on SoundCloud. It was this messing around with other "rippers" as part of what was then called the "SoundClown" community that SiIvaGunner creator Chaze the Chat cites as the primary inspiration for starting the channel all the way back in Season 1. With this shared history in mind, Shopping on Star Road gains a new sort of meaning - a sendoff from one side of SoundCloud's old guard from another, in tribute to a rapper who passed just as SiIva's own first season ended. It obviously helps that ripper sadkey has a fantastic ear for what he does, and would later go on to make one of the channel's most underrated rips of all time in Unstable Connection. sadkey, Lil Peep, the sentimentality born from the shared history on SoundCloud, and the Super Mario World Game Over theme itself, come together to make Shopping on Star Road one of the most soul-healing listens on the channel.

I never knew much of Lil Peep, nor know much of just how much he impacted people. But I can feel a connection to both him and the people who miss him through Shopping on Star Road and its comment section alone.

[chicken-delight]

 god it so fucked up that I can’t just record a audio post of me talking and post it here but my thoughts are too intense to have to think about it and then type it out so I’m just saying it into my voice text thingy on my phone.

 people who complain about Bob Dylan‘s concerts being lame don’t get Bob Dylan. I was talking about this to one of my buddies a couple weeks ago and I was saying like something something something Bob Dylan live something something something and he was like yeah but have you seen Bob Dylan live before and I was like yeah twice and it was great. I loved it and he said oh really? and I was like yeah… I know people are haters, but Bob Dylan has never promised his fans the show that they expect to see. He’s always doing the opposite of what people expect him to do. He’s never gonna play the hits. Shows for him are like the ultimate artistic expression for. It doesn’t matter if you like it. you are the one who paid to see him right. And I understand like some artists, do feel the need to give the crowd what they want because they did pay for it and that is just on a basis by basis sort of deal. I personally don’t care what their outlook on it is. They are the artist and you are the spectator. there’s a certain power dynamic in that and the artist always wins. Great art has never been made by doing what the spectator wants to see, here, experience, etc..

 yeah, maybe his voice is gone. But he’s in his fucking 80s. Like what the fuck. You’re asking too much of him. Also Rough and Rowdy Ways is one of the greatest Bob Dylan albums. The sound is great. The band he has is great. The songwriting is superb, and the voice that he has now fits perfectly with the music. He is making right now. And I think it is so fun to watch him bang on the piano and for his band to just be tight and know what they’re doing. and I love how he would come out from behind the piano after every song and pose and then go back and play another song. i saw a man comfortable with what he is doing. and thats what matters.

And now that I’m just on a roll, I feel as though people who dislike Bob Dylan have a superiority complex about it even though they think that Bob Dylan fans have a superiority complex about liking Bob Dylan. every person, at least of my generation that I’ve talk to who is into him has a very personal complicated relationship with his music. It’s not just easy listening. And yeah, Boomers just like Bob Dylan because he’s Bob Dylan sometimes and dont think about it. But I feel like anyone l who goes after a Popular artistp like this just is doing it to make themselves feel cool and different. And they said that it doesn’t make them feel: different but it does. And I understand that and I think everybody has one artist that they are like I don’t get it. I’m just on another level. Like Taylor Swift. also I don’t give a fuck. There are so many layers to this artist as there is to any artist, but especially Bob Dylan where you can’t listen to one album or one song etc. and decide you don’t like it forever and write it off. he has a different sound and he evolves just like every other artist. Leave some room for potential here like it doesn’t have to sit right with you in the moment but it’s, very juvenile to be like I don’t like his voice I don’t like the harmonica, but also like you don’t have to like him even if you do listen to all the fucking albums like it doesn’t matter and it shouldn’t matter stop thinking about it. and I know everyone was talking about whoever it was who was comparing Bruce to Bob Dylan. And I don’t even care if Bruce would think that that’s a lame opinion to think he’s better than Bob. It’s never fair to compare artists to artists,  the only arena where you can do that is, if you’re joking or if it’s a lighthearted conversation. I think the world we live in right now with social media, and Paris social relationships has sort of stripped away the sacredness of the art someone makes, and then decides to put out into the world. it’s so deeply entangled with their being even if it’s a silly song or even if it’s not autobiographical. Art comes from the deepest part of your soul. You wouldn’t want to compare souls. Anyways. This took up my entire 30 minute lunch break. I have to pee.