#the loft

[unstablecryptid]

Karl Urban - The Loft (2014)

[butchersboobs]

A tribute to the very much maligned and misunderstood complete bastard, Mr Vincent Stevens.

I love that filthy manipulative cheating fucker.

(Best served with volume up)

[enchantedflameandflower]

KARLLLLLLLLLLLL - Butcher, Vincent and Gavin updates…

Gavin part 8 tomorrow! Things are heating up with our favorite lumberjack… 😮‍💨

After that I plan on keeping up next week on editing for part 2 @kus-babygirl Vincent x reader fic and more Gavin as well as more in store for Billy x reader and Billy and Addi 🥰❤️😮‍💨🫠

I can’t get enough 🥵

thank youuuu to @karlurbanism for all the gifs😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Catch up with part 7 here:

[fuckyeahcourtneylove]

hole in berlin. december 1991.

[lavenderhorns]

Being inextricably linked to a separate plane of existence comes with the upside of being able to make many funny jokes

[fuchinobe]

(1990, Raw Bass, 12 RBASS 003)

[wannabemylover]

more kinky bathena in season 8 pls

[galateasfire]

And an Arthur one.

[bandcampsnoop]

11/23/24.

Sometimes a new release comes along, slaps you across the face and says, "post me." The new release from Chicago darlings Horsegirl is such a release. I really liked their debut on Matador, but "2468" is charming and disarming. This doesn't sound like a band trying to be the next big thing. It sounds like a band who loves making music and enjoys trying out new things.

"Phonetics On and On" is their new release due in February 2025. I'm pretty sure the rest of the album will track close to "2468" because it's produced by Cate Le Bon who has never really been known for being bombastic and loud.

This was recorded at Wilco's recording studio, The Loft.

[hannahwatcheshorror]

THE LOFT (2014)

Some men are sick f*cks. Clever movie. It sort of took a not so clever turn and it had maybe a few too many twists and turns but otherwise a good film. Glad it ended happy.

⭐⭐⭐⭐

Some scummy hot dudes get a loft to share and fuck in (they fuck women, not each other). Things take a turn when a death or two happens there (shown in the very beginning).

One girl had killed herself there (which turned out to be a murder) and then the boy who loved her kills himself after realizing that she didn't die by his “gentle” hand, when his fucked up friend sliced her open he actually killed her. (Suicide warning if you choose to watch.) Come see Billy Butcher pre-Butcher!

[butchersboobs]

Currently beavering away on a Vincent Stevens video for us, but I may not survive the final edit.

If you don't hear from me in the next 12 hours, please show the police this cheeky little drink 'n blink footage, as it's highly likely this will have dealt the fatal blow.

[enchantedflameandflower]

Vincent Stevens x reader fic!

mood board by @kus-babygirl

We’ve got a new Vincent x reader multi-part romance! This was all entirely written by @kus-babygirl and her idea as well. I’ve done all the editing and added some bits here and there and she’s asked me to post for her! If you leave a comment make sure to tag @kus-babygirl!

Part 1

You had never imagined the most notorious womaniser in the city would ever fall in love with you, let alone completely change for you, but somehow…he did. Now you love him just as much and the two of you are here on your wedding day, saying your vows.

Okay, you’re probably wondering how you got here and who you’re marrying, so let's rewind to 3 years ago and start at the beginning…

You and your two best friends, Mia and Ayala, are out celebrating for your 30th birthday. Even though you refused numerous times before, as always, they managed to convince you to go out and celebrate with them. So here you are drinking and dancing to the most ridiculous songs known to mankind in a bar, but the three of you wouldn't change it for the world. 

After a bit, you need a break and you turn to Mia, touching her arm. “I'm going to sit down at the bar, my feet are killing me in these heels,” you shout over the music.

“Alright!” she shouts back, still dancing like a crazy person. And Ayala, you’ve noticed, has gone off with a man she met as soon as you three entered the bar, but you weren't worried about her, you knew she could handle herself. 

You carefully weave in and out of people as you try to make your way to the bar, but the place is crowded and some of them are moving around a bit wildly to the music. Just as you smile to yourself thinking you’re about to make it unscathed, someone behind you bumps your shoulder, making you jolt forward and knocking you right into someone else.

“Whoa!” The stranger in front of you exclaims. You watch as a few drops of his drink fly out of his glass, and he lifts his arm high up in front of him, trying to keep more of the alcohol from spilling.

“I’m so sorry!” you gasp, but you’re way too flustered to say more and you hurry off toward the bar before you get bumped into again, or worse.

Finally, you manage to make it and you take a seat on one of the stools, ordering yourself a glass of ice water. You’ve already consumed enough alcohol tonight to put an alcoholic to shame, that was for sure. 

After a few minutes, you start to relax. You’re taking very little sips of the water that the bartender gave you when a man takes a seat beside you.

“Excuse me, I don't mean to intrude, but you owe me a drink.” 

Confused, you turn to him, frowning a little. You realize suddenly this must be the man you bumped into but you hadn’t spilled his drink, he’d saved it. “Why do I owe you a drink?” 

“Because when I saw your beautiful face after you rushed off, I dropped mine,” he answers with such a charming smile that you were sure women all over would fall over their feet for him instantly. 

You scoff slightly, trying not to blush. “That has to be one of the cheesiest pick up lines I’ve ever heard.” 

The man chuckles lightly. “But it worked right,?”

“Oh, I wouldn't say that,” you answer before turning back to the dance floor and seeing Ayala has now rejoined Mia with her dancing.

"Well, can I buy you a drink then?” he asks, sounding a little more sincere now. “In reparation for having to listen to such a cheesy line?”

You finally turn back toward him, and notice he’s leaning a little closer, but not enough to make you uncomfortable, and you study him for a moment, taking in everything about him, and you can’t help but be curious…is he…?. “I don't normally accept drinks from total strangers,” you finally answer, “but I think I could make an exception for you. I'll take a Coca Cola. I’ve already had enough alcohol for tonight and I don't want to wake up with a hangover tomorrow. I’m starting a new job.”

The man smiles, turning to the bar and ordering both himself and you drinks. Once they arrive you take very light sips of yours, happily relishing in the fizzy sweetness of the drink.

You spend awhile with him, chatting casually and sipping your drinks. You have to admit he’s extremely handsome and the conversation is good, he’s kind and thoughtful, asking you questions and actually listening.

“So what are you celebrating?'” he asks, smiling the most handsome smile you’ve maybe ever seen. 

“My 30th birthday, and starting my new job tomorrow,” you answer simply.

“Well, happy birthday and congrats on the new job! Maybe we could…turn this into a proper celebration, if you want? Come to my place with me, it will be quieter, we could talk some more…” he says sounding hopeful. 

You smile, before downing the rest of your drink and hopping off the bar stool and turning to him. "I'm sorry. I don't do one night stands with serial cheaters, and I wouldn't want anyone to think I only got this job because I slept with the boss. I will see you tomorrow at 9 o'clock, Mr Stevens." 

You turn away, making your way back onto the dance floor with your friends, while leaving Vincent Stevens by the bar absolutely flummoxed.

tbc…

Part 2

[duckduck-buck]

The war against buck’s loft will always be so funny to me like damn what did it do to y’all😭

[coolguyincsworld]

So this bts came out

Where yall think this is?

Personally I think it’s the station and idk where people are getting the loft from (or where they got that theory) but it could be a possibility

[sincerelyella]

Last Minute Plans

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella)

Characters belong to Pixelberry: Ella Brooks belongs to me.

Please note that my stories are not to be stolen or reposted on any other site. Reblogs and notes are welcome and much appreciated.

Summary: An AU based on the show New Girl (my favorite can you tell??) Just a collection of one-shots and shenanigans that allude to the show. This will NOT be canon, that means this won’t be in Cordonia and Liam isn’t a King. If you have watched the show before, you know they are in Los Angeles, California. Catch up on The Loft here

A/N: Finally posting something for @choicesflashfics​ this week and it’s my favorite AU that I’ve written so far. Prompt will be in bold. 

A/N 2: It’s been a very long time since I’ve written anything - mostly because work has been crazy and studying related to work has also taken up a lot of my time. My taglist is very old so feel free to ignore should you not want to read this mess lol

Thank you @deb-1106 for reading through this a bit, I love you!

Ratings/Warnings: M - mature content; adult language; sexual innuendos; some overall inappropriateness because it’s the Loft 🤷🏽‍♀️

Words: 1215

Liam paced back and forth as Drake, Max and Leo followed him, all of their heads going right to left and right to left, and back again.

Leo broke the silence. “Bro, what’s wrong with you?”

Liam stopped and gave his friends and brother a confused look. “When did you guys get here?”

“Are you serious right now?” Drake stood and walked towards his best friend. “Li, why are you pacing the floor?”

“Oh, I …” he looked at the floor and then back up at Drake. “I want to propose to Ella.”

Everyone gasped, while Leo and Max stood from the couch.

Maxwell clapped his hands in excitement. “You are?!”

“How? Where’s the ring? When is this happening?!” Leo yelled as he hopped up and down.

“Relax, relax,” Drake hollered over everyone’s voices as he turned to his best friend. “Do you need help with anything?”

“I got her a ring already,” Liam pulled a black velvet box out of his pocket and opened it. “I’m just not sure when or how to do it. Maybe tomorrow?”

Leo snatched the box out of his brother’s hand. “Whoaaaa, this thing is fat!”

“Real helpful, Leo,” Drake mumbled. “You know Ella is crazy about you. Any way you ask her she’s going to cry.”

Liam ran his hands through his thick blonde hair nervously. “You think?”

“Good tears!” Max interrupted.

Drake nodded. “Really good tears.”

“Remember when we didn’t even think this whole Liam and Ella thing was going to happen?” Leo elbowed Max’s side.

“Yeah, we had our doubts.”

“Wait, what?” Liam’s eyes narrowed.

“You guys just kept breaking up and getting back together!” Max shrugged and looked to Leo for backup.

“I mean, there was the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre-”

“No, no,” Max shook his head. “I think it was the Comic-con Dump-A-Thon.”

“You have names for our breakups?” Liam retorted in annoyance.

Leo nodded. “It would really all blur together if we didn’t.”

A year and a half earlier

“You are so annoying in those little sexy shorts you wear! Just shut up!”

Ella’s hands were on his hips yanking him close to her. “You shut up!”

They began to kiss again, tongues tangling and curling together for a few moments until Liam pulled away. “Shut up and take off your clothes,” he pointed at her. “I mean it, Ella, shut up and take off your clothes right now,” he demanded as he pulled his own shirt off, kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt.

She huffed and began to pull off her jacket in purposeful motions. “Why are you so ridiculous and chaotic? You can’t even tell me how you feel!”

Liam’s eyes darkened with desire. “I’ll tell you how I feel right now. I want you,” his mouth collided with hers as he swallowed her moans. “I’ve wanted you from the moment you walked into this loft. Now take off your clothes, Ella.”

Max strolled down the hall eating a banana and stopped short when he saw Liam and Ella getting lost in each other in the living room. Drake, who was walking right behind him, bumped into his back and dropped his phone onto the floor with a clang. “Beaumont!”

“Shhh!” Max flailed his arms and pushed his friend back, shushing him as he went.

“I want my bagel, Beaumont! It just popped up from the toaster and if I wait too long it gets too hard,” Drake whined.

“Drake! It’s 10 at night and you’re eating a bagel?” Max shook his head and pushed him into his bedroom. “Don’t answer that,” he huffed and stuck his ear against the door. “Did you see Liam and Ella?! They were finally getting it on!”

Drake smacked Maxwell in the back of the head. “You’re listening to them fucking? And why are they fucking in our living room?!”

Present day

“Okay, we did not have sex in the living room!”

Drake rolled his eyes. “Well we didn’t know that, Li!”

“You two just went back and forth, kissing and then yelling at each other,” Max casually walked into the kitchen to grab an apple. “Like the time we all went to that speed dating event.”

A year ago

“Why did you bring me here?” Drake hissed as his eyes darted around the room. “I knew this was shady as fuck!”

“Shut up, Walker, all we said was there would be good whiskey and you got in the car,” Leo snickered.

“I need new friends,” Drake mumbled as he wandered off in search of said whiskey.

Max surveyed the room. “Where are Ella and Hana?”

Leo shrugged. “No idea but that blonde over there has me written all over her.”

“That’s not how speed dating works, Leo!” Max grabbed his friend’s arm to keep him in place. “Where did Liam and Ella go?”

Leo turned his head and jutted his chin out. “They’re over there bickering by the entrance.”

Maxwell’s eyes widened. “Shit. If looks could kill-”

“They’d both be dead,” Leo finished as they both made their way to the doors to hear better.

Liam and Ella stood with their arms crossed as they faced each other.

“El, you liked kissing me. It’s totally fine to say that,” Liam whisper yelled. “I’m not on my knees asking you to marry me for God’s sake! It was a nice kiss.”

Ella’s eyes were like daggers as she stared at him. ”You were like a dog and my mouth was full of dog … milk. Don’t start with me William!”

The fact that she said his full name made him snap and forget about the people around them. “It was like a damn fairy tale okay?!” He bellowed. “It was the best kiss of your life! You have to take some responsibility, tarting around in those short shorts!”

Leo and Max snorted.

“Wait a second. Pause and rewind … what did you just say?”

Liam’s nostrils flares. “I am a man, Ella! Short shorts are my catnip.”

Present day

“You heard that?” Liam asked with wide eyes. “So much for privacy,” he grumbled. “It was a frustrating time for me okay?”

“It really doesn’t matter,” Leo waved his hand in the air. “You guys have been strong together and now you want to marry her,” he slapped his hands over his heart. “The real question is … who is going to be your best man?”

“That would be me,” Drake slid his eyes to Liam for confirmation.

“Well I-“

Leo cleared his throat loudly. “Excuse me, but I think it would be me, Walker Whiny Pants. I’m his brother.”

Drake’s face turned slightly red in aggravation at the nickname. “You’re out of your fucking mind, Rys Potato Chips!”

“What’s with the nicknames?” Max piped up from his seat on the couch.

Liam waved his arms in the air. “We have digressed so far down the rabbit hole. I just want to plan how I’m going to propose! Can any of you buffoons help me with that without arguing?”

“Alright, alright,” Leo yanked a large whiteboard out from behind the tv along with a stand and dry erase markers.

Drake’s eyes widened. “Have those been back there the whole time?”

“My room was full,” Leo explained with a large grin. “Let’s plan this shit!”