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horse-in-disguise · 11 months
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The person with blue eyes will ways know something you don't.
The one with brown eyes will always feel somthing different to you.
Those with green eyes will hold a different perspective from yours.
And the eye that hold the sun will undoubtedly fear somthing you've never once considered.
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dumbbitchawards · 1 year
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I made this a few weeks ago and then completely forgot about it, enjoy
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girlygirlwebdiary · 1 year
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Carrie Bradshaw’s daughter 👠💋🍷
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unlawfulchaos · 1 year
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Mav: Just let me explain!
Ice: I don't want to hear it. There's no excuse.
Mav: But-
Ice: I don't know if there's any coming back from this.
Slider, whispering to Goose: You know what's going on?
Goose, flipping through a plane manual casually: Mav said 'ruh-roh' and barked last night. While in bed with Iceman.
Mav: IT WAS A COMPLIMENT!
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redfurrycat · 10 months
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🎹🛝🐓🤠Reversal Sloose - Hangster🤠🐓🛝🎹
Silly post about Slider/Hangman & Goose/Rooster being like father-like son.
(As much as I support the Hangman being mav-coded and Rooster being ice-coded AND Hangman being ice-coded and Rooster being mav-coded theories, I'm also team Slider being Hangman's dad. ❤️)
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“Hangman! They let you into Top Gun? If you're the best in the Navy, I tremble for the security of this country.”
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“Rooster! Whose butt did you kiss to get here?”
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“The list is long, but distinguished.”
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“So’s my Johnson.”
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“Bradshaw, as I live and breathe.”
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“Slider, you look...good.”
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polikszena · 1 year
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Gossip Girl Appreciation Week 2023 - Day 7: Free Choice: The Gossip Girl - Top Gun crossover bandcamp AU
Actually, this could have gone to the AU Day as well (will post the stuff for Day 6 tomorrow), but since this is a crossover with Top Gun, I decided to add this to the free choice part of the challenge. So, below you can find a Lily and Rufus-centric fic from this bandcamp AU:
Title: I’m Just a Kid / Don’t Stop Believing (Medley) Fandom: Gossip Girl, Top Gun Characters: Lily van der Woodsen, Rufus Humphrey, Carole Bradshaw, Nick “Goose” Bradshaw Relationships: Lily/Rufus Word Count: 2548 Rating: Teen and up audiences Songs: I’m Just a Kid by Simple Plan, Don’t Stop Believing by Journey (Bagpipe cover) Summary: Lily Rhodes had never thought that her life would ever be like a song by Simple Plan, but right now her life is indeed a nightmare. She has to spend the summer in a band camp as a punishment for sabotaging the school's marching band's latest concert, so now she is stuck in the forest with a bunch of band geeks who actually hate her. And she cannot leave. At least Rufus Humphrey, that hot guitarist from that spring concert is here. Notes:  I had the idea of this AU after I saw the American Pie movies on TV a few weeks ago, so the West Woods Band Camp is based on the Tall Oaks Band Camp that appeared in those movies. Due to that the whole AU sets in the mid-2000s, and this fic is just a part of it, centered around a forming relationship between Lily and Rufus and Lily finding her way in the camp.Also, since Carole Bradshaw is not married to Goose in this AU (they are not even dating yet), she appears here as Carole Kelly (the last name coming from Kathleen Kelly, Meg Ryan's character from "You've Got Mail"). She and Lily are coming from the same school, this is why they are roommates. I got the names of the schools using random generators. And why a Gossip Girl - Top Gun crossover? Honestly, I don't know. Probably because my head was full of these two fandoms when I had the idea of the whole AU.
I’m Just a Kid / Don’t Stop Believing (Medley)
Lily Rhodes had never thought that her life would ever be like a song by Simple Plan, but as she was sitting on the pier by the lake, struggling with tears, I’m Just a Kid would have been the perfect background music. She would have been happier with Destiny’s Child, Avril Lavigne or even with Shania Twain, but nothing was more fitting at the moment than Pierre Bouvier’s lyrics. I’m just a kid, and life is a nightmare…
He most probably didn’t mean being sent to the West Woods Band Camp as a punishment for making out with Ted Kowalski in the school’s studio room, ensuring that microphones were on, so the whole session could be heard in the entire building. Including the auditorium where the school’s marching bad had a concert to honor this year’s graduates. She didn’t mean to sabotage the concert; it was collateral damage. All she wanted was to get expelled from the boarding school so she could live with her father. However, as the Rhodes family was one of Spring Hill Academy’s most generous patrons, instead of getting expelled, Lily was sent to the band camp with the school’s marching band as a punishment. Which seemed to be better than the expulsion, especially keeping in mind that Lily played the flute, but honestly, it was way worse.
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I love reading your replies and brainrot tags! It motivates me a lot and I will keep drawing for this! Thank you so much 😭 baby!Bradley will be such a cutie! He likes baby!Jake but doesn't want to admit it gshags, I keep wondering who can be Bond then my friend said Hondo and omg inagine a big doggo, so huggable 🌷 icemav chemistry remains the same hahaha with Mav and his horrible cooking and Ice being a perfect husbando 🌷 both love their little family! (Also imagine Cyclone in a tennis battle with Mav and witnesses him cut a tennis ball into pieces lol)
NGHNSFHJGFAHJf oh my GODDD hondo as bond is so cute wtf 🥺i am LIVING for this, he does have such huggable energy and he and mav would still have that friendship that transcends human and dog communication…
NOT CYCLONE AS FIONA THOUGH you are such an evil genius for that, i can’t get the mental image of cyclone in an ugly wig and tennis dress out of my head now 💀 god help me
#also i just realized when i was ranting in your tags that i mixed up who is on the westalian side and who would be on the ostanian side LOL#anyway i cant possibly imagine who would be yuri in this case 💀 nobody likes mav enough to be that insane over him except ice LMFAO#maybe goose could be like. a non-incest version of yuri. maybe you could combine the blackbells with yuri to make the bradshaws#goose could be mav’s extremely overbearing best friend/older brother who is constantly checking in on the family#to make sure that ice is measuring up as the perfect husband for mav bc he has extremely high standards for mav’s partners#and carole is his equally effusive wife who is constantly up in ice’s business because they’re family which means no secrets between them#and she’s a funky gossip who wants to know every intimate disgusting detail of their private lives as a married couple#only the best for mav ofc 💅#and bradley oh my god BRADLEY WOULD BE THE REAL YURI THOUGH#HE’S SIX YEARS OLD BUT SEES ICE AS COMPETITION FOR HIS FAVORITE UNCLE MAV’S ATTENTION#AND WILL NOT GIVE UP UNTIL ICE IS GONE#SO ICE HAS TO WIN HIM OVER BUT HE CAN’T#and then bradley and jake could go to school together#so now on top of operation strix and befriending the enemy for world peace jake has to befriend bradley to keep him off ice’s back 💀#and bradley doesnt like jake at first either LMAOO#thats all the brainworms i have right now but honestly switching it up and putting the bradshaws in yuri’s place would be so hilarious#hope you enjoy my thoughts 💐#ask#reply#miichiyochin#miichiyochin-sideblog
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thewritehag · 2 years
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A gossip whore without gossip to find is a sad thing indeed. Behold:
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She starves!
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horse-in-disguise · 10 months
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Spit in their water, they'll never know
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tamvanum · 3 months
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One thing about sobriety that I still struggle with, after all these years, is learning how to fill that void in a healthy way. To fill my life with meaning, rediscover myself, do what I loved doing before, and finding new things to fill my cup. It’s so easy to replace one addiction with another, and I never fully appreciated that. Being self destructive is easy, and there’s endless ways to do it. I thought getting sober and staying sober was the hardest part, but I feel like that was easy compared to finding myself again.
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coco-loco-nut · 20 days
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Book Club
Pairing: The grid x driver!reader, Lance Stroll x reader
Summary: A wild goose chase ensues when you are at a meeting with your book club
requests are open (plz send some, i can’t keep only getting ideas while driving 🥺) masterlist
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“Guys, have you seen y/n?” Lance panics, rushing into the McLaren garage. It’s not the first time his girlfriend had disappeared from her garage but he’s always been able to find you a few steps away.
“She’s missing?” Lando leaped out of his chair. “Come on, Oscar, we gotta find her,” Lando drags his teammate out of the garage, following Lance to the Mercedes garage to find George.
“Any y/n sightings?” a very stressed out Lance asks.
“No, but now I am invested,” the Brit tags along in the search, hopping over to the Ferrari garage.
“Mes amis, you seem stressed,” Charles says, looking up from his book.
“Y/n is missing, Lance can’t find his girlfriend,” Oscar sighs, not sure why he isn’t leaving the group.
“No, we must join the quest, Charles,” Carlos says, clapping his teammate on the shoulder.
“Alright, only for y/n,” Charles, like oscar, begrudgingly agrees to join the ‘noble quest’.
Meanwhile, y/n is sitting on the couch, wearing a chunky cardigan and a pair of fashion glasses, sipping tea.
“No, Lizzy was clearly in love with Darcy even then,” Fernando waves his hands. This month’s book was Pride and Prejudice.
“Sure, Fernando,” Valtteri rolls his eyes.
The book club, affectionately called ‘The Old Drivers Club’ started when y/n barged into the Haas garage, claiming she needed their opinions and that she was tired of all the young drivers. Despite her being only 21, she found a home with some of the older drivers in the Paddock. The club consisted of her, Fernando, Valtteri, Kevin, and Nico. Lewis wanted to hold on to his youth, as he claimed, and Checo didn’t quite care for their gossip sessions.
“I still don’t understand how you can go from a 20 year old party animal to a 80 year old grandma overnight,” Kevin teases the young girl, bringing up a common point of conversation (usually her complaining about the younger drivers).
“And I don’t understand how you all don’t find Nico attractive? If I was ten years older, I would be all over him. God damn, what a fine man,” you swoon, causing the German to blush fiercely.
“Yes, yes, someone who could outshine Charles Leclerc in his prime,” Fernando dismisses it with the wave of his hand. You giggle and refocus on the book discussion.
“Nando,” you prompt him, silently asking him to go to the next topic.
“Alright, alright, let’s discuss what was probably y/n’s favorite scene, the confession scene. The second one, not in the rain,” Fernando says, and you shyly look down, the older drivers knowing you too well.
“Max, Checo, have you seen y/n?” Lance asks, even more flustered, half the grid behind him.
“Y/n? Why do you ask?” Max says, looking at his teammate.
“She’s missing!” Lando exclaims causing Checo to laugh.
“No, no. She’s with her book club, in the Haas motor home. I sometimes join them, interesting gossip, but not quite for me, no,” Checo says, looking oddly at the group.
“Her- her book club?” Lance asks, utterly confused.
“Si. Lewis has been invited too, but he claims he is too young,” Checo laughs to himself.
“Sorry mate, a book club?” George asks, a little offended he was never invited.
“And gossip? I’m a little offended I’ve never been invited,” Pierre gasps.
“Well? Is that all,” Max asks, wanting the group to leave his garage.
“Right, well I guess we go to Haas,” Carlos says, quickly thanking the Red Bull drivers.
“VALTTERI!” Your astonished gasp is heard from outside. Your group had moved on to what some think is the more enjoyable part of the evening, the gossip.
“Y/n! Oh thank god, we were worried sick,” Lando dramatically says at the doorway, having opened the door, revealing your group. The five of you look at the other group wildly confused.
“Worried sick?” You ask, looking at them.
“You were missing, I couldn’t find you,” Lance scratches the back of his neck, a little confused.
“I,” you pause before laughing. “Lancelot, you could’ve texted me,” you tell him.
“Why weren’t Pierre and I invited?” George asks, looking accusingly at your group.
“You don’t fit the criteria,” Kevin says, dismissing the question.
“And y/n does?” Pierre asks.
“Yes. When she sits upside down on your couch to gossip and complain about you all, and ask for life advice, then we might consider it,” Nico shakes his head.
“She is the founder of our group,” Valtteri points out.
“You also have to find young Nico attractive, more than current Charles,” Fernando teases, causing the young girl to blush.
“He was!” You defend yourself, and Carlos nods in agreement.
“Your girlfriend, mate. I’m surprisingly glad I tagged along,” Oscar says to Lance, pretty amused at the chaos.
“Out of curiosity, what is your next book?” George asks, your face lighting up.
“We are on a classics kick right now, so we are reading the No Fear version of Romeo and Juliet,” you say excitedly causing George and Charles to groan.
“We can’t join?” Charles asks again.
“Sorry, Leclerc, only room for one hot driver here,” Nico winks at you, causing your cheeks to redden.
“HEY!” most of the drivers in the room take offense to it, Lando mainly because the wink was directed at his girlfriend.
“Alas, if only you didn’t have a wife and kid, and I was ten years older,” you sigh, shaking your head.
“In another life, Mein Liebchen,” Nico sighs as well.
“Alright, I’m stealing back my girlfriend,” Lance pulls you away.
“Lancelot,” you giggle, waving goodbye to your book club.
“It is in these moments that I remember how young she is and how old we are,” Fernando sighs, Lewis taking your seat.
“My bones ache more and more each day, mate,” Lewis shakes his head.
“Welcome to our club, have the first act read by the next race,”
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girlygirlwebdiary · 1 year
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Coastal cowgirl 🤠💕👙☀️
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kayshla19 · 2 years
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I'm the type to be kept..Style3078
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I'm the type to be kept..Style3078 by Kay ღ Lush ღ Blogger Via Flickr: thisiskayshla.blogspot.com/2022/09/style3078.html Love In The Way I'm beggin' for it I see you givin' me those eyes, can't ignore it And I'm beggin' for it I love it when your love in the way I don't think paradise too far away I don't think every star is out of space Right hand on my head, I'm like, "Nah, not this again" One minute you here and then you gone Seem like your biggest fear to be alone I was givin' you your space, I was runnin' through your mind But you runnin' out of time this time What you expect? You never had a queen on deck I never was the type to be next, I'm the type to be kept I'm the type to make a nigga regret that he slept Girl, let's move If you can't dance, grab my hand, just do a little one-two It hurts to love again and it's all because of you I love when you dance to the music, the DJ is playin' the right tunes It's hard to love again and it's all because of you
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milkteabinniechan · 12 days
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Pink Carnations - A Bridgerton Story
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ko-fi // m.list
pairing: Bridgerton Au! Chan x female reader
a/n: This was a labor of love honestly and I wanted to break out of my normal writing comfort zone so thank you all for giving me the platform to do that <3 I hope you all enjoy the first chapter. Please leave feedback!! It helps me out sm
Chapter One
Pink carnations lined the pathway to your house. That's how you knew spring was arriving. Long lines of pink. You'd push open your bedroom windows and breathe in the freshly cut grass, you'd let the warm breeze press past your hair, tickling your neck and shoulders.
It was your wedding day.
"Everyone is waiting downstairs, ma'am." A chambermaid squeaked from the doorway.
She was a new hire. A small, meek little thing that didn't talk much and avoided all eye contact. You had attempted many times to spark up a conversation with her, but all your efforts had fall flat thus far. You turned towards the door and gave her a firm nod. You took a deep breath in and made your way towards the stairs. Your dress swirled and swept across your legs as you moved.
You absolutely adored your dress. Long, flowing chiffon cascaded down your hips, falling to your feet at perfect length. A beaded corset swam up your waist and chest, while delicate lace fabric draped your shoulders, trickling down like a spring rain.
You counted your footsteps as you ascended down the staircase; one, two, three, four. Before you knew it, you were in the main hall of your family home. The kitchen staff had decorated every corner of the enormous mansion you called home. As you glanced around the room, there was only one person you were really looking for.
Chan was a potential suitor but he never pursued you. Gentlemen brought flowers to your door nearly every day. Bouquets of roses and purple tulips filled your room like something out of a fairytale. But he never sent so much as a flower petal.
"No carnations? Do these men not know you at all?" Your sister had notes the lack of your favorite flora.
Now it was your wedding day, a perfectly respectable man by the name of Felix Lee had asked for your hand in marriage. He came from a wealthy family
And had always treated you with the utmost respect. He was very well-liked in the town. Quite the charmer to the gaggle of ladies that had found themselves swarming him every chance they could. He had a beautiful smile and effortlesslessy gorgeous hair. You found yourself shrinking around him whenever he would speak, fearing that the light he exuded would burn you away.
But however magical Felix seemed, you still found yourself searching for Chan around every corridor. The whole town had been invited to this momentous occasion as Lady Whistledown had so affectionately called it.
She had gushed ansd gooned over the entire guest list, right down to the third cousin of the second aunt of the twice removed great uncle of… whatever. This was a spectacle. This was not for you. You were the eldest of your family. As your mother had never bore a son, the responsibility came down to you to marry someone in good standing to provide for your family. Although you would not live in this place anymore, your siblings and your parents would be well taken care of.
“The newest Whistledown has just arrived!” a valet ran into the dining hall with a small white paper in hand. 
“She’s writing on the day of your wedding? That has to be a good sign.” Your sister nudged your shoulder with hers.
The two of you shared a smile that quickly faded when you saw the shocked faces slowly peppering across the room. Judgemental eyes shot through you like rusty nails, leaving an infectious monster spreading through your entire body. Your mother crossed the marble floor to hand you the latest gossip. Your hands began to shake as you lifted the small sheet to your face.
Dearest, Gentle Reader, 
They say what is good for the goose is good for the gander, but what if the goose has taken a GANDER at another? This writer has heard a rumor most scandalous, about a certain Lady that has spent a significant amount of her time and attention on someone who is NOT her groom to be. A man in good standing is only considered as such if the company he keeps holds themselves to the same standards. Perhaps this bride may be having second thoughts?
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rafesdrew · 26 days
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𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 so american ·˚ ༘
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warnings ! near car crash? few swear words, pogues & kooks are friends! kelce and topper and dicks. um idk what else actually lmk if there’s anything i should add !! could be mistakes it’s too late for this😭
rafe x british!reader AGAIN!
drivin’ on the right-side road
“can i please drive today, rafe!” you excitedly came downstairs wearing your adidas campus instead of your usual heels.
“i don’t feel like dying today, angel!” rafe said in the same excited voice, mocking you.
“oh come on! it will be fun, i promise.” you said now feeling him up in order to get your way.
“fine.” he let out in defeat, connecting your lips and handing you his keys.
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
“i thought you said this would be fun, y/n?!” rafe said holding onto the door and his seat belt.
“what do you mean? i’m always fu-“
“Y/N YOU’RE ON THE WRONG FUCKING SIDE” rafe screamed cutting you off as a car came, having to turn the wheel towards the correct lane.
“oops?” you let out a laugh at rafe’s terrified face.
“you are never driving again.”
he says i’m pretty wearin’ his clothes
you were getting ready for a beach day with your friends, a weekly occurrence during the summer. you were applying your spf in rafe’s bathroom when he came in grumpily with his bed hair.
“you better get ready before we are late, love.” you laughed at him as he wrapped his arms around your waist nearly falling asleep on your shoulder.
“hmmmm i’m so tired.” he kissed your neck before leaving to his closet.
he came back in 5 minutes later dressed into only swimming trunks and no shirt, but yet holding one.
“you gonna wear this?” he said passing you his white button up shirt for you to wear as a bikini cover knowing that’s what you usually do, still not use to the hot weather after moving.
you immediately put it on after he handed it to you, placing your sunglasses on your head before checking yourself in the mirror for the last time.
“you look so pretty, especially in my clothes. you’re so beautiful angel.” rafe said spinning you around, placing a kiss on your lips.
and he’s got hands that make hell seem cold
watching the sunset on the beach and then spending the rest of your night driving around with your perfect boyfriend in the front seat of his car, listening to the music you wanted, there’s nothing that can make it unenjoyable.
except for when you regret wearing shorts.
rafe noticed the goose bumps on your thighs immediately.
he reached over the middle console and placed his hand on your thigh in an attempt to warm your legs up as well as turning the warm air on.
“how the fuck are your hands so warm?”
feet on the dashboard, he’s like a poem i wish i wrote, i wish i wrote
when he laughs at all my jokes
you, rafe, sarah, topper, kelce, jj and pope were sat at dinner at the country club finishing up on your meal.
“so i got card for the meal and cash for the tip.” you said to the server.
well rafe’s card. he refused to let you use your own.
while the server processed the card, you handed them two twenty dollar bills.
“that’s fake by the way” you laughed while the table including the server just started at you.
well except rafe who was giggling.
and he (she) says i’m so american
“i don’t understand rafe. it’s our language, we are correct, it’s a fucking CRISP.” you and rafe were sat on your bed after just coming home from the store with your snacks.
“angel, it’s a chip.” he said laughing, kissing your temple”
“god rafe, why are you so american.”
oh god, it’s just not fair of him to make me feel this much
you, sarah and kie were in sarah’s living room gossiping about everyone and everything.
“he just makes me so happy, this is seriously the happiest i’ve ever been in my life. baldie really makes me smile” you said laughing and also smiling at the thought of your boyfriend.
rafe stood in the door way of his living room listening to you speak about him with an uncontrollable smile, while also rubbing his head to the use of ‘baldie’.
i’ll go anywhere he goes
“are we going to the party?” you asked rafe needing an answer soon to know if you should start getting ready or not.
“up to you.” he said unbothered, despite it being his best friends party. “i’ll go anywhere you go.” he added.
and he says i’m so american
oh god i’m gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up
you were laying in bed from your uncontrollable period pain, nothing was working!
when you had to cancel plans on rafe, he was so worried.
he ran to the store immediately, texting sarah and asking her for help.
he chose chocolate, tampons, ice cream, crisps!!!! (chips) and also got you takeout.
when he came into your room holding the goods with a huge smile on his face, you took one look at him before crying.
he placed the things on the floor and immediately rushed over to you.
“what’s wrong baby, is it me?”
hearing him say that made you cry even more.
“i’m gonna fuckin’ marry you, if you keep this up.”
i might just be in lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love
you were sat at the beach having a picnic that rafe so kindly set up after you mentioned it one time weeks ago.
you watched him stare out at the sea infront of you, looking so peaceful.
“i think im in love with you.” you said out of no where, even shocking yourself.
“what?”
“what?”
god i’m so boring and i’m so rude
“rafe why don’t you come to a party get high, get bitc-“
“don’t finish that sentence, you know i’m with y/n.” rafe said cutting topper off angrily.
“but she’s so boring!” topped exclaimed.
“and she’s rude, all she ever does is swear.”
“i don’t give a fuck. stop speaking about her, the both of you. don’t even look at her again.” rafe said before storming off.
can’t have a conversation if it’s not all about you
“and so like the other day rafe and i, we we-“
“y/n. we have been at this table for two hours, you’ve ate nothing and just talked about rafe.” your mother cut you off leaving you with a frown on your face.
the way you dress and the books you read
you walked into rafe’s backyard to see him laying on a sun lounger, book in hand as he focuses on the words.
he’s wearing a blue and white stripped button up shirt and navy shorts. he smiles as he looks up and stares at you, as you make your way over.
you gave him a big smile and straddled his lap, putting his book mark into his page dropping his book onto the floor.
“my god you look so good.” you said kissing him hard.
i really love my bed, but, man, it’s hard to sleep when he’s with me
after spending what felt like a month in rafe’s house, you both decided to go to your house, and you couldn’t lie, you were excited to get to your own bed.
that night rafe had took all the blanket from you causing you to freeze and unable to sleep.
“rafe i am gonna kill you, please give me blanket.” you said to basically yourself as he spread out, snoring annoyingly and taking even more of the blanket.
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polikszena · 1 year
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One of my favourite thoughts about the Top Gun - Gossip Girl crossover Band Camp AU is Maverick, Goose, and Rufus Humphrey dancing and playing air guitar to '80s rock songs in their room.
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