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Karl Urban/reader story

Best friends for about 10 years. He is off doing a movie when she gets an invite for a function (you decide what). Calls him to see if he would be available to be her plus one. He say maybe but unsure.

He shows up late and helps with an ex who is harassing her (you decide how)

Fluff and ditching a little after to go hang out at home

A/N: I know you requested other ones before this one but I just had to publish this one first since I pictured this request all too clearly and was very excited about this one tbh, so hope u don’t mind this one being published first, your previous request(s) will soon be published love!! Hope You Enjoyed this one! 💚✨

To 10 Years and More

Fandom: The Boys

Relationship: Karl Urban x Reader

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: (No) Fluff, Slight Mention of Harassment, Mention of Alcohol, Comforting, Confessions, Kissing, Karl being an Absolute Gentleman, Friends to Lovers.

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Together with their parents,

Rubie Jardin and Tomas Lockwood.

Joyfully invite you to celebrate their Wedding!

November 16, 2022

At 5:00 PM

The Colonel Ballrooms, 7577 Jacobs Ave.

See You There!

It read on the invitation that was currently in your hands, which you have been staring at for the past 10 to 20 minutes. Still can’t believe she’s doing it. You tell yourself as you continue to stare at the invitation. You weren’t gonna lie, the invitation was rather beautiful, its color was matte black with golden leaves as a frame, something that definitely screamed Rubie. She was obsessed with those two colors, you also wouldn’t doubt it if her dress turns out to be the same color, yet you wouldn’t worry too much about criticism she’d receive from the guest, that woman can rock anything and everything.

She did win Prom Queen after all.

Another disbelief, yet happy, scoff leaves your lips as you continue to stare at the invitation, still not quite believing it. It became realistic at the bachelorette party, but now, just a few days away, it all just seems like a dream. Never in a million years did you think, Rubie Jardin, your high school bestie, your rebel half, your partner in crime would ever get married, but here you are, staring down at the invitation to her very own wedding that would happen in a couple of days. You never really thought she’d settle down, she never picked you as the type to tie the knot with someone, but boy were you proved wrong. And you were glad you were. She deserved someone who would cherish her, love her for who she is, care for her in any way, and you knew Tomas was the perfect man for the job. He had found her queen and she had found her king, and you wished them both a happily ever after.

Only thing you weren’t happy about is actually attending the wedding, alone that is. Even if it said at the bottom of the invite ‘plus one’ you still didn’t have anyone to take, your mom was off the list, she was off on vacation with your father, Anniversary, your siblings were also off on vacation or out of town with their own family and you just didn’t really have anyone else you’d like to accompany you to the event. Your co-workers were a no go, you didn’t really have that close connection with them, yet, and the rest of your actual friends were already taking a date with them, and the thought of hitching a ride with them just didn’t sit well with you. Even if they didn’t mind the third company, you sure did, you felt a burden, so that was also a no.

Only person you can think of who would absolutely love to be your date uh.. plus one, would be the one person who is constantly working and constantly traveling for work. The thought of even texting him or calling him just seemed pointless, you knew he was busy, probably won’t event answer the call from how busy he is, but in all honesty you wondered if he’d actually answer your call since you hardly ring him up during work days. Also, you were curious to know what would be his reaction, Rubie along with multiple friends have mentioned how different he acts whenever you’re around. He doesn’t, they’re crazy. You mentally remind yourself but don’t realize how your fingers are already scrolling through your contacts until you’re tapping on his name.

This is pointless. Why am I even calling him he’s busy and across the country.

Yet you still put your phone on speaker before placing it on the island, waiting patiently as the line starts ringing throughout the kitchen. Your hands leaning against the table, fingers lightly—nervously— tapping against the marble counter while your eyes are casted down on the screen. After the fifth ring you thought about hanging up and sending him a mess to give you a call back whenever he can, but before you can hover your finger on the screen, a voice is being heard on the other end.

‘Urban industries,’ You stayed quiet at the familiar but non-familiar voice, then a smile tugs on your lips when you recognize it,

“Hey Jensen,”

‘Gotta tell you, you just brightened my night even more,’ He states over the phone, smirk visible in his tone,

You chuckle, “That so?”

He hums then continues, ‘You proved me wrong,’

“How exactly?”

‘Well, I always wondered who he loved the most. Me or his so-called best friend, but now that I’ve seen how he has you as his contacts I believe I won,’

“You think so?” You snark back, wide smile on your face,

‘Oh I know so. I’ve got hearts by my name,’ You can visibly picture a large, cheeky smile on the mans face, earning a heartfelt chuckle to slip from your mouth,

“You’re an idiot,” You comment with a shake of your head, earning a deep chuckle from the man as well, “Where’s the Kiwi at? Would love to have a serious conversation about our friendship,” Relationship.

‘He’s somewhere around here— ah, there he is, gimme a sec,’ You hear shuffling on the other end of the phone, then wind blowing in the background and then voices before you hear Jensen talking to another person, seconds pass before finally hearing his voice coming through the speaker,

‘’Ello?’ His Kiwi accent slips, invading your eardrums beautifully, easily making your heart flutter in your chest,

“Replacing me I see,” You playfully say, smile turning into a smirk when his soft chuckle is heard through the phone,

‘I could never,’ Karl replies

“I don’t know, he seems very certain that he’s won you from me,” The same smirk is still on your lips as you grab your phone to maneuver yourself around the island,

Karl chuckles once again, causing your heart to flutter once again, ‘We’re in it together. Till the very end, remember?’

Your smirk switches back to a large smile, one that has your cheeks burning up, both from pure happiness and absolute love. If only he knew how you actually took those words. If only he knew how you actually felt about him, then you wouldn’t be riding with so much hidden feelings, but you did, for so many reasons. Reasons to prevent heartbreak and pain. However, you’ve been dealing with said pain, every time you were near him, the urge to just let him know everything you were feeling, the urge to just kiss him stupidly until those feelings have been satisfied have been growing nonstop. But you held a firm grip onto those feelings to prevent them from ever spilling out because you just didn’t want to ruin things, didn’t need more pain nor a reminder about the time your best friend didn’t feel the same way about you.

So, you kept them hidden, and we’re going to keep them hidden until one day you were brave enough to share them with him.

It was back in 2012, it was the first day of work as the makeup artist on the set of Star Trek. You were having a conversation with another co-worker, sharing your guys’ excitement when the door to your trailer opens up, revealing Chris Pine with his piercing blues and right behind him was the one and only Karl Urban. If somebody would have told you it only took weeks to grow close with him you would have believed them, but if another person would have told you it only took a month to fall for him, and two years to admit it, you would have said that’s crazy. But it was the absolute truth.

You fell for him. Hard. But you knew it wasn’t right, he’s a successful actor and you were just.. a regular woman trying to survive the American Dream. You two would never correlate, he was always working, traveling, it has actually surprised you so many times how your friendship remained strong for these many years. Normally you never kept contact with actors you’ve worked with, but for some reason, Karl decided to stay in your life. Till the very end.

A question you’ve always asked yourself was, How the fuck are you still hiding it from him? And the answer you’ve always given was fear. That’s how you kept it from him, because you were scared of him, scared of what he might say, scared of what he might do, scared of losing him, that’s why you never slipped, and will not slip. It was too much of a risk, you love him too much to lose him.

Wait.. love?

‘So what’s up?’ Karl says, breaking you out of your own ranting thoughts,

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” You tell him with a apologetic tone,

‘Nah all good love, we’re just finishing up this scene before calling it a night,’ He reassures you, cheeks burning up at the nickname,

You look at the time on your phone, realizing it was barely 11:30 pm at night, meaning it was barely 1:30 on his end. Normally he’d get off from work at three in the morning, but if the director loves them enough he’d let them off until four in the morning, so it seemed to you odd he was clocking off work much earlier. Especially on a Monday night.

“You boys sleeping on the job?” You ask reaching into your fridge to grab a bottle of water,

Karl chuckles once again, then sniffs, ‘That’s all Jensen, poor lad is on his tenth coffee cup,’ He jokes then adds, ‘The temperature keeps dropping over here, and filming in an abandoned warehouse ain’t helping, nearly freezing my tits off, plus there’s a snowstorm coming in a matter of hours,’

You scoff in disbelief, feeling sympathy for him and the rest of the crew for having to work in the most brutal weather conditions in Chicago, where you on the other hand were cozy and warm in your apartment.

“Sounds like fun,” You sarcastically say as you make your way towards your couch,

‘Oh it’s thrilling,’ Karl responds back with the same sarcasm, but continues with, ‘How bout you? You alright love?’

Damn him and his fucking nicknames, you’re lucky he can’t see the way your face is fucking flushed.

“Oh I’m heating like a furnace over here,” Literally. “And I’ve got Harry Potter throwing spells at me,”

Karl groans into the phone, and lordy did that do something to you, immediately sending your mind into sinful thoughts. ‘What I would give to be in your position,’

You giggle as you stare at the screen, watching but not quite paying attention to the film, you didn’t need to, you’ve about watched that film more than you can count. Can visibly picture and say each line and scene with your eyes close as if it were the back of your hand.

“Maybe if you flirt with Richard he’ll let you go right now,” You smirk, knowing he too shared the same look,

‘I just might,’ He says with a short chuckle before adding once again, ‘Now what’s on your mind?’

He really did know you. Probably knows you better than you do. You’ve been avoiding the question since he spoke on the phone, but he picked on it much quicker than you thought.

You scoff with a shake of your head, dropping your phone on your chest, “I’m not even sure I should tell you,”

‘How come?’ Confusion and curiosity can be heard in his voice,

You stay quiet for a couple seconds, teeth biting your bottom lip from the nerves, “Because it’s pointless,”

‘Don’t be daft (Y/n). Obviously it’s not pointless if it’s got you calling me during work hours,’

“It is because I already know the answer to the question,”

‘Spill it,’ He simply says, firmness itched in his voice,

God you really hated him.

With a loud sigh you let your head lean back against the couch, you did call him, now you’ve gotta ask him.

‘(Y/n)’ Karl says your name with a slight warning to get you to talk,

Another sigh leaves your mouth again but the words fall freely from lips, “Okay. Remember Rubie?”

‘Of course,’

“Well she’s getting married in a couple of days..On Friday actually and—,”

‘Married?’ Karl questions with absolute confusion,

“Uhm.. yeah. Married,” Does he not know? He has to know I told him. He was there when she broke the news.. right?

‘With that one Tomas bloke?’ He asks again, Does he really not know?

You scoff with a soft chuckle, “Yeah him.. Don’t you remember Rubie spilling the beans that one Saturday night?”

He stays quiet for a couple seconds on the other end, making some noises with his tongue before finally remembering with a loud, excited, ‘Oh Yeah! Sorry love, been absolute crazy over here,’

The way he constantly forgets things brings a soft giggle out of you. Normally you’d think he’d be great with memorizing things considering his line of work, but it’s actually the quite opposite.

‘Alright, so she’s gettin married?’ He asks, which sounded more like he was edging you to continue with whatever it is you wanted to say,

“Yeah and— well.. I obviously have to go, she’s my best friend and all but..,” You stop yourself, silently inhaling through your nose as you look up at your ceiling, honestly regretting even calling him but continue with your question, “I..I didn’t want to go alone.. and.. I’ve got a plus one but got no one to take. And— well I-.. I figured I’d ask you,”

‘Right..,’ Was Karl’s response, hesitant and soft but then adds, ‘But you knew I worked,’

“Hence, pointless of even asking you,” You remind him, fingers nervously playing with the brand of your water bottle,

Silence hovered over you, definitely not helping with your nerves, but then you begin hearing the way he lets out a loud exhale through his nose.

‘You know I would absolutely love to go. Not only to crash the wedding but to also be there with you,’ If only he knew just how bad those words effected you, heart fluttering uncontrollably in your chest with cheeks burning, god how you wished he knew, ‘But I’m not sure if—,’

“No, yeah I know,” You cut him off, awaiting disappointment settling in your chest, “You’re busy.. you don’t have to explain, I get it. Why do you think I didn’t wanna ask you,”

‘Yeah.. sorry love,’

“Honestly Karl don’t be. You’re busy, plus I’m sure it’ll probably be difficult to even get the day off. It’s understandable,” You reassure him, fingers now playing with the corner of your pillow,

You weren’t sure, but you definitely think you heard a disappointed sigh on the other end of the phone, or maybe it was the wind? Either way, you too felt disappointed, even if you knew it was coming it still sucked knowing he’d most likely miss the wedding and would have to decline being your plus-one. Yet, despite the disappointment, you felt somewhat relieved knowing he didn’t reject your offer, reject you. Not that it proved your friends theory. He just couldn’t make it.

That’s it.

While you continued playing with the corner of your pillow, you hear Karl speak to someone on his end, then hear another loud, exhausted sigh escape from him. A small knowingly smile creeps on your lips when you recognize that sigh.

“Duty calls?” You ask, which he response with a short yawn,

‘Yeah,’

“Go. Finish the scene so you can catch some shut eye,” You tell him, even if you didn’t want to end the call you knew you had to, he needed to get back to work,

‘Alright love.. I’ll give you a call later on,’ He says with another small sigh,

“Okay. Goodnight,”

‘Night love,’

At his words you both end the call. Grabbing your phone from your chest you toss it to the side on the couch with a disappointed sigh. You stare at your phone for a couple seconds, replaying the conversation in your head, feeling the way your chest warms up when you heard his voice again after weeks of not being able to communicate. You always did enjoy your guys’ conversations, but now, with these feelings growing every minute, it just felt different, it was a different kind of happiness, it felt much more.. stronger. You couldn’t describe it other than feeling like the sun was constantly shining around you every time you’d hear his voice.

And it was a feeling you wished you’d feel everyday, wished it was the same feeling he felt, but knew that wish would never fully fulfill, because not every wish finds their way.

*****

Four Days Later

The wedding was absolutely beautiful. She looked absolutely incredible. The venue, the theme, the colors, her dress was just beyond perfect in your eyes, everything was just beautiful. That’s all you can say to describe the day. Things were going great, large smiles, heartfelt laughters, happy tears were being shared all around, you on the other hand we’re glad you decided to put waterproof everything because you definitely went through at least six pieces of tissues. Nonstop, happy tears rolled down your cheeks as Rubie made her way down the aisle with her grandfather, taking her fathers place considering he was no longer with us but proudly watching from above, the way they both shared their vows, promising each other to always protect and give unconditional love and support, then came the rings and the kiss. Then Husband and Wife.

You cheered with everyone, hugging Rubie’s mother with pure joy, new tears rolling down your face as you watched the newly wed wave with large smiles on their face. Everything was just beautiful.

Everything was going great after. Once everyone ate, everybody began enjoying the rest of the day with the newly wed. Drinks, laughter, more tears, chatter, pictures were being shared around the entire venue. You were sure you had thousands of great photos with friends and the newly wed, great memories to look back to, however, despite enjoying the night, you wished a certain someone was there to enjoy it with you. He had called you two days before the wedding to let you know he definitely wouldn’t be able to make it to the wedding, claiming they had to makeup the day for canceling the previous day due to flash floods, again you reassured him it was fine and completely understandable, but you still couldn’t help the way your heart shattered knowing you wouldn’t be seeing him anytime soon.

But even then, you still sent him pictures of the day, of the venue, of you and Rubie and even managed to sneak in a small FaceTime call, but had to cut it short since he claimed he had to go back to work. That was a couple of hours ago, ever since the call you tried to busy yourself by having a couple drinks with friends, chatting, laughing, even dancing with friends and the bride. The night was going splendid, definitely a night to remember, until it wasn’t.

You parted away from your group, claiming you had to use the restroom. Once that was taken care of, you began walking in the direction of the bar where you ordered your preferred drink and waited patiently. A smile would come across your lips every once and a while as you watched Rubie dance with her new husband to a slow song, it was such a memorable scene, making you wonder if you would ever get to experience such a beautiful moment too. Your thoughts were soon brought out by the bartender placing your drink on the counter, once thanking him and giving him a tip, which he sends you an appreciative smile, you turn to walk away, but was stopped by the one man you had been avoiding throughout the whole day.

Mason Peerson. Better known as your shit head of an ex-boyfriend.

“Hey,” He greets you with that all too familiar smirk, causing dark memories to resurface in your mind,

“Mason,” You say his name with pure disdain, distaste, causing an uncomfortable knot to start forming at the pit of your stomach when his smirk only darkens at your tone, clearly finding your hatred amusing,

“It’s been a while,” He starts, leaning one elbow on the counter of the bar, smirk still plastered on his face,

“Sure has,” You respond shortly, wanting nothing more than to leave this conversation, leave him, but you knew walking away from him was pointless, he was like a piece gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe once stepped on,

He won’t leave you alone. Yet, you were actually surprised he hadn’t bothered you earlier, then again, you never did leave your armor of friends. Trying to get through them was like trying to get through a pack of viscous wolves, it was pointless to even try and it was incredibly dangerous. For him, anyways. They all knew the way he had mistreated you during the last few moments of your relationship, witnessed multiple times where you both would constantly argue over the smallest things, even witnessed how he had brought your insecurities even lower, causing you to dig yourself into a dark hole, which took a lot of convincing and patience to bring you out of.

Your relationship wasn’t always fucked. In the beginning everything was fine, great, perfect, he was perfect, in your eyes at least. He would do everything for you, would show you love, affection, the two years were just absolutely amazing, until it wasn’t. Things went downhill as soon as he began drinking nearly every weekend, then the drinking switched from twice of the week to drinking nearly every day. Then came the arguments, then the harassment, not physical, but verbally, which ruined you mentally. Things between you two were just fucked at that point, no better word for it, it was just too toxic, it wasn’t healthy by any means, not anymore at least.

Family and friends begged you to leave him, to leave that toxic environment, but you couldn’t, you felt trapped by blind love, until you finally drew the line. One night, after a terrible “date night” you had stormed out of the restaurant after he had insulted you once again and demanded you to stop being so dramatic about your mental issues, claiming ‘you are not a child so stop seeking attention’ not only did he receive a list of profanities but he also received your glass of whine poured onto his head. Luckily for you, the security guards were able to step in between you two before he even got the chance to actually do something. One of them escorted you outside while the other kept Mason inside as you waited for your ride.

It was Karl who had picked you up. And it was that night that you had cried in his chest before falling into a peaceful sleep in his arms.

“Even after all these years, you still look good,” He gives you an unwelcoming compliment,

You give him a scoff with a disbelief smile, “Thanks,” You tell him, taking a step to walk away but a cold hand stops you by the elbow, halting your steps,

“Hey c’mon, can we please just talk?” He asks you, hand still firm around your elbow,

Talk? Seriously? Bold of him to assume talking to him was the last thing on my mind. You mentally tell yourself.

“There’s nothing to talk about and there never will be,” You try walking away again but his grip on your elbow only tightens as he maneuvers his body in front of you, blocking you from walking away,

“Despite looking good, you’re acting like a goddamn child still,” His light brown eyes were filled with that same old annoyance, irritation as he stared at you,

And oh how you wanted nothing more than to punch the shit out of him. You were seconds away from doing so, your free hand was curled into a fist by your side, you were just waiting for him to give you a reason, but before he could give you one, an all too familiar deep, loving voice settles behind you.

“We all good here?” You quickly turn around at his voice, watching the way his hazel orbs drop down to yours for a split second before once again averting them back to Mason, who had long since then released your elbow from his grip,

The look that was written in his eyes was the same look he displayed while playing his iconic role, Billy Butcher. Seeing it through a screen was absolutely incredible, but now, with him only an inch away from you and having that look in his eyes was pure intimidation, yet, arousing. But her didn’t need to know that. Ever.

“Karl. It’s been a minute,”

“Sure has,” Karl responds, tone flat and still, then slightly motions his head to the side, “Now how bout we leg it, yeah?”

In other words, fuck off. You mentally say as you stood between both men. Mason must’ve understood the true definition behind the taller man’s words because he softly chuckles before taking a step forward, but before he can even take another you quickly settle in front of him, stopping him from inching closer to the man behind you, who now had his chest pressed against your back. Not because he was going to launch at the other man, not that he didn’t want to, but because he saw how close the dickhead had gotten to you.

“Just leave, Mason,” You firmly tell him, (E/c) glaring into his own eyes as you continue with, “You’re really gonna cause a scene at your best friends wedding?”

That got him to avert his eyes from the man behind you to stare into your own. That’s the only reason why he’s even here, he was good friends with Tomas, they were like brothers so of course he was going to attend his brothers wedding, but if it wasn’t for him knowing Tomas, he wouldn’t have been there.

Something switches in eyes as he locked gazes with you, a habit that apparently never left from him. An effect that you just had on him, despite of everything that he’d done, you just had a way in bringing him down without even trying. He’d never admit it, but you were, and will always be his weakness.

Still keeping his eyes locked with yours, he inhales deeply through his nose before averting his eyes back towards Karl, who was still keeping a close eye on him. Then after a minute, maybe less, Mason gives you a small glance before finally leaving without another word.

“Never did understand what you saw in that cunt,” Karl comments once Mason was out of earshot, hazel orbs still following his frame as he made his way across the venue,

You chuckle as you turn to face him, “It’s called blind love,”

Karl remained keeping his eyes on Mason, watching as he made his way back to a group of men, then cheering and laughing with them as if he wasn’t just seconds away from causing a fight. As he kept his eyes on the group of men, Mason specifically, he didn’t notice the way you were observing— admiring—him. Dark hair neatly styled upwards, beard neatly trimmed, skin glowing perfectly—beautifully under the venues lights, then you let your eyes wonder throughout his entire frame. Dark blazer and jeans with a turquoise button up underneath— which you realized matched with your dress perfectly— and of course he had the first three buttons undone revealing his chest and St. Christopher necklace that you had gotten him a couple years back, causing a warming sensation to build at the pit of your stomach whenever you see it on him.

He really does not take it off. You tell yourself, remembering when you had given him the necklace as an early birthday gift where he then took it with a large, appreciative smile before slipping it over his head without hesitation. If you were being completely honest, that moment plays rent free in your mind at any given time, he plays rent free at any given time, but you’re not complaining nor will you ever admit it to him.

“You came,” You softly say, small smile forming on your mouth when those hazel orbs of his finally land on yours,

His entire demeanor changes as he locks eyes with you. Pure relief, joy, and happiness replace his anger as he stares at you. God how he missed your eyes, your smile, you.

“You called,” He simply states, then adds, “Plus, I did say we’d crash the wedding together right?”

A soft chuckle escapes from you, smile widening as you close the little gap between you two where two large arms wrap around your frame and tug you closer to his firm body. Your own arms wrap around his waist, fingers interlocking behind his back, trapping him there as your cheek rests against his chest. Despite the music playing loudly through the speakers, his soothing heartbeat still sounded beautifully in your ear, making your hold on him to tighten, which only widens his own smile. Hugging you tighter as well, he places a gentle kiss on top of your head.

“Sorry I’m late,” Karl whispers, lips slightly moving against the crown of your head,

You shake your head against his chest, “Doesn’t matter. Everything’s perfect now,”

The two of you remain in each others arms for another couple of minutes, just cherishing the moment for a little while longer until the sounds of cheering breaks the moment. Glancing over to the dance floor you watch as both Rubie and Tomas become the center of attention, a smile and chuckle escaping from you when they both show their moves to the upbeat music. Then you feel a hand interlocking with your own, glancing back at Karl you see him motioning his head to the side with a smile before gently guiding you to the table where the rest of your friends sat and cheered.

After greeting and hugging each one of your friends, he sits down next to you, hand once again interlocking with your own. You stare down at your hands then back up to meet his eyes, he only spares you a small smile before turning around to spark a conversation with one of the guys at the table, however, what made a smile form on your lips was the way his thumb would rub soothing circles against your skin, causing a warming sensation to rise in your chest and causing you to inch closer to him in your chair.

He’s just holding my hand because we haven’t seen each other for a couple months, nothing else. You tell yourself as you listened in on a conversation on your left but couldn’t seem to focus since your mind kept wondering back to his thumb rubbing small circles against your skin. You wanted to believe it was more than a ‘I miss you, I haven’t seen you for a while, so I’m going to hold your hand for as long as I can’ type of thing, but you also didn’t want to believe in such a thing, you feared it, feared of getting hurt. But the longer he held your hand in his, the harder it was to push the thought away.

Just stop! He’s only here for the night, possibly for a couple of hours, just enjoy the night, enjoy him while you can! You mentally curse at yourself when you start overthinking things, which is an annoying tick of yours, but as annoying as it is, you can’t just stop yourself. Thankfully, before you can even dive deeper in your thoughts, Rubie comes strolling over to your table with a wide smile, which only widens when she spots Karl by your side. Once thanking and hugging him for attending her wedding, she goes ahead and demands everyone at the table to join her at the dance floor, words slightly slurring, causing a few chuckles and cheers as she turns back around. Dancing her way back to the floor.

While everyone indeed gets up from the table to follow the married woman, you and Karl remain sitting down, watching everybody cheering as they make their to the dance floor with a smile. Then, before you know it, Karl himself is standing up as well, pulling your interlocked hands, a motion for you to go dancing with him.

Your eyes grow wide, “You know I suck at dancing,”

Karl softly chuckles, “That makes two love,”

With another small tug on your hand, you rise from your chair with a wide smile. At least you won’t be alone when it comes to making a fool of yourself.

You let him guide you to the dance floor, hand tightening around his own as he moves through dancing bodies, after what seemed like a minute of walking through a crowded maze, Karl is pulling you in front of him. A large smile spreads on your face as you two move with the music, even if both of you were definitely not meant for dancing, you both still were giving it all. Not caring if both your steps were off beat, not caring if you two were possibly making a fool of yourselves, you both were simply enjoying the moment. Together.

Yet, the night only seemed to get younger. As you two were dancing and just as Karl twirls you around, the DJ switches the song, causing the entire venue to erupt in loud, excited cheers as the next song blares through the speakers. Karl watches the way your eyes and smile grow wide the same time Rubie suddenly appears right next to you, then watches the way you both sing the lyrics to the song as loud as you both can.

‘Coming out of my cage,

And I’ve been doing just fine,

Gotta gotta be down,

Because I want it all,

It started out with a kiss,

How did it end up like this?

It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss,

Now I’m falling asleep,

And she’s calling a cab,

While he’s having a smoke,

And she’s taking a drag,

Now they're going to bed,

And my stomach is sick,

And it's all in my head,

But she's touching his chest now,

He takes off her dress now

Let me go,

And I just can't look, it's killing me,

And taking control,’

Karl remains standing still, quietly, just admiring you from his position on the dance floor, completely awestruck by you at the moment. Wide smile plastered on your lips as you sing the lyrics with pure energy, joyfulness, admiration, excitement, love. His hazel orbs never leaves your form. They were glued to you. He felt as if he’d look away, he miss the best moment, and that was you, dancing, jumping, screaming your lungs out to the song, hair going absolute wild from jumping with Rubie by your side. It was a fucking sight to his eyes. A sight he knew he always wanted to see, forever. Your smile, the bright light in your beautiful (E/c) eyes, just you. He wanted to see that happiness in you till the end of time. You out of all people deserved it and he was damn sure he was going to do everything in his power to bring you that same happiness you felt at the moment for as long as he lived.

It was that same happiness that made him realize just how much he loves you. Not that he didn’t know it already, hell, he’s been in love with you, but the way you danced and jumped around singing your lungs out only filled that love for you. Made it stronger, harder to push down, and that alone was enough for him to let go. He’s waited too long, has kept it hidden too long, fear and anxiety rested heavily at the pit of his stomach for what his heart has decided. He knew whatever he was about to do was either going to go really well, or he was heading back to the airport with a devastated heart.

Then you turned his way, wide smile, teeth and gum showing as you continue to scream the lyrics.

Oh fuck it.

With two long steps Karl towers over you, immediately holding either side of your face to roughly, but carefully, connect your lips. The sudden action made you freeze, body going completely rigid, eyes wide as your mind tries to process what the fuck just happened. Feeling the way your entire body goes stiff, Karl slowly peels away from you, scared hazel orbs scanning your entire face. His anxiety grows stronger when he still sees that same shocked expression on you, but then sees how a small smile starts forming on your lips, and before he knows it he’s being pulled back into your space, your own lips latching on to his.

A large wave of relief washes over both of you. Wide smile forming on your guys’ lips as you two melt into the kiss. Everything you both have been hiding, keeping it in a locked door, was now being poured into the kiss. Both your bodies were flushed against each other, your fingers tangled in his hair at the base of his neck while one of his hands cradled your cheek and the other gripped firmly on your hip. Keeping you in place as he only deepened the kiss. However, a loud popping sound has you both flinching away from each other, causing a large grin to spread on each others lips when you see confetti falling from the ceiling. Karl looks back down at you with the same grin, hand still holding its place by your cheek as his thumb gently rubs your skin, then drops his head low enough to softly rub his nose with yours, causing your smile to widen. It never leaves even when he latched his lips on yours once again, even when a roar of cheers is heard next to you, but that doesn’t mean you don’t shy away from the kiss and hide your face into his chest when you know the cheers are directed to you and Karl.

A deep chuckle rumbles from Karl’s chest, finding your shyness adorable, but only hugs you tighter before once again bringing your head to peck you on the lips once again. Definitely feeling the way your cheeks burn under his palms.

“Wanna get out of here?” Karl asks you with a smile, lips moving against yours,

Your smile widens as you nod your head, which he only chuckles as he pecks your lips once more before guiding you out of the dance floor. You shake your head with a large smile when you see all of your friends, including Rubie, still cheering for you as you make your way out of the crowd. You knew whenever they see you again they would demand you details and would give you the ‘I told you so’ lecture, which only widen your smile and brought a warming sensation across your chest.

Looks like you were proved wrong.

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Saturday

2:30 am

“When do you go back?” You ask, head leaning against his naked chest, fingers playing with his own,

You have been avoiding that question for obvious reasons, not wanting to know the answer when you knew it already. You wished you had more time, wished you could cherished this moment much longer, wish you could keep him in your arms, in your bed with nothing but your silver sheets covering your bodies, but you knew reality would sweep in. He had to head back to Chicago to finish filming while you had to head back to the theater where you currently were working as the makeup artist. As much as you wanted this moment to last, you both had to head back to work, back to reality, back to long distance, and that alone saddened you.

“Was actually supposed to catch a red-eye but..your worth rescheduling,” Karl mumbles behind you, causing your smile to widen against his chest,

“Am I?” You ask, raising your head to look into his eyes, small smirk displayed on your lips,

Karl stares at you, small smile tugging on the corner of his lips as he brings his free hand to place a strand of hair behind your ear, “You’re worth all of it love,”

You remain smiling at him, your (E/c) eyes scanning his entire face, embracing and enjoying the way he looks at the moment. His dark hair that was once neatly styled was now sticking out from every angle, his eyes and skin illuminating perfectly from the moon light coming from your window, everything about him, in that moment, was just perfect. Bringing your hand, the one that was fiddling with his fingers, you let them cradle the side of his jaw, fingers gently massaging his beard, earning a slight head tilt from the man.

Staring deep in his eyes, you let the words slip out, “I love you,”

A smile forms on his lips, hazel orbs growing warmer, “I love you. Always have and always will,”

“Always?” You question with a smirk,

Karl scrunches his face, lips forming into a small pout, “Maybe not always,”

That earned him a smack on the chest, causing a deep chuckle to erupt from his throat. Then after a few seconds, he goes ahead and places a warm hand on the side of your face, hazel eyes staring into your beautiful eyes, that he’s grown to love throughout the years, and not once breaking eye contact with his next words. His promise to you.

“Yes, always. To 10 years and More,”

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Happy lockwood and co 1 year anniversary!

I’m about to get very sappy cause in such a short time Lockwood and co changed my life and the fact that it’s been a year of the show is wild to me.

So let’s go back to the first time I ever saw Lockwood and co. It was before the show came out and I was looking though the up and coming shows on Netflix and I stumbled across this show called Lockwood and co. Now I can’t tell you what drew me to the show, I only watched like 5 seconds of the trailer, but something about those five seconds made me think that yes, this is the show for me. So I took a picture of my tv and was excited for it to be released.

A few weeks after the release I watched it for the first time. When I tell you I loved it, I mean I loved it. I combined some of my favourite things: ghosts, found family, a cute romance, mysterys of sorts and more.

I was only able to watch the show three times all the way through before the person whose Netflix I was using canceled their Netflix plan. When I say I watched it three times I mean I watched it three times in the span of like two weeks, with the third time being me going through and making notes of very thing I loved or found interesting. That was only the beginning for me.

I ordered the books immediately. It took me one week to finish them all, each book taking me about a day and a bit. I loved them every bit as much as I had loved the show. Lockwood and co became everything I talked about for months.

And then I did something I had never really done for any other thing I liked before. I started reading fanfiction. They were all so good and I just devoured them like I had everything else. Then I started writing my own. Which I’ve been a writer for forever but there was something about these characters that made me want to continue and expand on their stories, so that’s what I did.

In April I did something else I had never done before. I joined a discord server for Lockwood fanfic writers/readers. Best decision I’d ever made. I’ve met some of the best people because of it. People who love and support me and my writing and just me in general. It went from my first time having online friends to having an online family, and I love those guys to pieces. I don’t know what I’d do without them.

I think I’ve improved greatly with my writing and thank you to everyone who continues to read the things I write. There’s more to come from me, I promise.

I’m rereading the books and now that I have Netflix again (thanks to my bestie lol) I think a rewatch of the show is in order.

There’s just something about this series, both books and show, I swear. They mean the absolute world to me.

Lockwood and co is my home <3

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The Betrothal in the Brothel, Chapter 1

A/N: I took the weekend off, but I'm back! This is my third fic in a series of three. You can find the links to the other two in my profile, “What She Deserves,” and “A Fair Price to Pay.” But you do not need to read the other two to read this one; it stands on its own.

I saw a post theorizing what it would look like when Lucy, Lockwood, and George started to lose their Talents and were forced to retire. Needless to say, it prompted a question that left me contemplating an answer. This fic is my answer to that question, and it's my final happy ending for the Locklyle I have maintained throughout this series. I hope you enjoy reading it!

Lockwood was the first to lose it. His eyesight faded, eventually becoming so poor that he required yearly eye exams and glasses.

Next was George. He barely noticed it at first; towards the end of his days as an agent, he spent far more time in the archives than he spent in a haunted house.

Last, surprisingly, was Lucy. It was surprising, given that she was actually the oldest of the three; the difference in their ages was only a matter of a few months—so few that they could be counted on two hands—but, still, it felt noteworthy, especially to George and his curiosity, which, of course, knew no bounds.

It took time—years, even, after the debacle at Fittes. The Problem had, theoretically, been fixed. The barriers in place on the Other Side had been removed, by none other than the agents at Lockwood & Co. Lockwood had not trusted anyone else to do the job and do it well, and Barnes, in his desperate need for help, was not in a position to object or make a counteroffer.

Being uniquely and singularly qualified—as the only living agents to travel to the Other Side previously and live to tell the tale—they had finished the work and had been compensated nicely for their efforts. Ghosts, for the most part, were now free to pass on to whatever awaited them after death.

However, just as it had been prior to Marissa Fittes actively attempting to use the Other Side to prolong her life, sometimes, ghosts simply chose to remain behind; while there were far fewer ghosts plaguing London in the time after the Problem, it was still, in some ways, a problem.

They continued serving as agents for as long as they could. Lockwood was twenty-five when his Talent completely disappeared, several years older than Kipps had been when he had already completely lost his Talent. Lockwood was never one to hesitate to remind them all of that. Still, he only chose to issue this reminder once he actually started openly admitting to the fact that he was losing his Talent.

He started noticing it around the time of his twenty-fourth birthday, but he kept quiet on the matter for quite some time. At first, he told himself that he couldn’t be certain that he was losing his Talent—that that was truly what was happening—but, while he wanted to categorize this as a misunderstanding, he knew enough to call it what it was: willful ignorance.

His whole life had been built around being an agent. He literally couldn’t remember a time prior to picking up a rapier.

And worse yet, his relationship with Lucy had been, thus far, nearly completely defined by their status as agents. They had always worked together: fought together, protected each other. What would happen when he was no longer able to carry his weight?

He feared the impact it would have upon their relationship. They had been together since the days that had followed the debacle involving Marissa Fittes—idly, an internal reminder went off in the back of his mind; their seven-year anniversary was approaching, and he needed to do something about it—but was that likely to change once she knew the truth: once she knew he had lost his value to her as an agent?

He dreaded telling her, but, ultimately, she reacted as he—well, not as he expected her to, but as he should’ve expected her to.

One evening, upon returning home to Portland Row after a case, he decided the time was right to tell her. The house was quiet; George, Holly, and Kipps were still out on an assignment, Kipps equipped with the goggles Lockwood himself would soon require to successfully carry out his duties.

There had been a close call on this given night. He had sensed a ghost—he could’ve sworn he had been able to feel it—but he couldn’t, for the life of him, see it. He could sense when it moved, but he could not see the actual glow of the thing. It was horrifying; it was as if he were seeing a movie on a several second delay, and he was constantly stuck a handful of frames behind the rest of the audience.

Lucy had very nearly paid the price. The ghost cornered her, and it was only through the directive actions of her trained eyes that he was able to position himself to make a counterattack.

It was time to tell her, and he knew it. There could be no more avoiding the matter.

“Luce,” he called out to her as she exited the attached bathroom. She had been sharing the master bedroom—his parents’ old room—with him for quite some time. He could hardly remember a time, now, that she hadn’t called this room home. Like every other evening they spent together, she emerged from the bathroom dressed in her pajamas and ready for bed.

He was already tucked in, under the comforter, waiting for her to join him. Already, from the tilt of her head and the quirk of her eyebrow, he got the sense that Lucy had questions. It was uncommon for him to be in bed before she even got out of the bathroom, unless, of course, he was in a bit of an emotional state, which happened from time to time: when he thought back on all the hardships they had faced, when he thought back on all the family members he had lost, when he thought back on their time spent on the Other Side. Really, there were a plethora of options, when it came to their trauma. Still, he wasn’t one to dwell, and, even if he was in such a state, he wasn’t one to show it often.

So, she probably knew to be concerned. But did she suspect what he had to tell her? It was hard to hazard a guess; Lucy could be a tough one to read.

“Yeah?” she asked, pulling the covers back and crawling into bed so that they lay facing each other.

His eyes trained on her face. He loved her so very much. The last thing he wanted to do in the world was disappoint her, and he feared he was about to do just that, but there was simply no other choice: he was losing his Talent, and she deserved to know.

“I’m sorry about tonight,” he started, knowing that apologies always helped ease the awkwardness of a situation. “I…I wasn’t there for you when you needed me.”

“What are you talking about?” she asked, her smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “You came through when I needed you.”

“That’s not—it wasn’t—” he stuttered: yet another action that was unlike him. He released a deep breath and attempted to start again. “I’m losing my Talent, Lucy. I couldn’t see the ghost—not fully. It was barely a shadow to me, and I couldn’t follow its movements to save my life—or yours, apparently.”

Even he could hear it: the self-deprecating nature of his tone. He hated himself in that moment, and in a way he only allowed himself to express in Lucy’s presence, he let the full-force of that dislike push through. He trusted her in a way he didn’t trust anyone else; he allowed himself to be honest in front of her in a way he didn’t in front of anyone else.

“I know,” she answered, her eyes not stirring from his. She didn’t seem worried or judgmental or even angry that he had waited to tell her; she, honestly, just seemed as if she wanted to take some of the burden off of his shoulders. “I’ve been waiting for you to tell me.”

“How long have you known?” he asked. Abruptly, he moved to elevate his head so that he could see her better; he brought a hand up to cradle his head and used his elbow to prop it up.

“Since…” she trailed off, her eyes squinting, as she seemed to try to remember the specifics. “Maybe the Brixton Banshee case? Although, I’m still not happy with the paper for assigning that particular name to that particular case,” she meandered, her eyes coming back to his. “Just because the ghost was a wailing woman, crying over the loss of her children, doesn’t mean she deserved to be called a banshee.”

“You’ve come so far, Luce,” he started, and even he could hear the irony in his tone. “From your screaming match with Holly in Aickmere’s.”

“I’ve grown, truly.” She saw his bit of irony, and undeniably raised him. “Anyway, you didn’t hear her, which isn’t exactly uncommon for you, but I noticed that you missed a few easy jabs at her with your rapier, which is uncommon for you.

“I don’t think I walked away from that case knowing you were losing your Talent. I can’t pinpoint an exact moment when I felt that way, if I ever felt that way,” she continued, shaking her head. “But I just remember being concerned about you—about whether you were maybe sick or off your game. And then, one day, it just…clicked.” She paused; her eyes found their focus, as she seemed to return to the present—to the conversation at hand. “Can you see them at all anymore?”

He nodded, but he could admit that he felt a lump developing in his throat. “It’s exactly as Kipps used to tell us: I can sense them, but I can’t see them, and that’s somehow even more terrifying.” Pausing, he worked to gather his thoughts; he knew he had more to say on the matter, but it was almost as if it were evading him. Ultimately, he knew his issue: he feared being brutally honest about it.

His inability to see ghosts rendered him pretty useless as a leader. Lockwood had always been their leader. To face down not being their leader… He wasn’t sure what his next steps should be, and that was utterly terrifying.

“Luce,” he started again, his eyes coming back to focus on her. Seeing her there, laying in front of him, in the bed they had shared for nearly seven years at this point, he started berating himself: if he couldn’t be honest with her, who the hell could he be honest with? “If I can’t see ghosts, I can’t be the leader. I can’t lead us properly when we’re out on a job. I can’t do anything. My purpose, my entire life, has been about fighting ghosts. If I can’t fight them, what am I to do now?”

She shrugged, her expression as casual as ever. “Retire.”

“Retire?” he asked; his tone was dripping with indignation. “Lucy, that’s—”

“I mean it,” she cut him off. The lack of irony in her tone had him hesitating. “We’ve worked hard, Lockwood. We’ve done our fair share.”

He continued to hesitate. There was an implicit conclusion to be drawn from her statement, but he was nearly afraid to ask for verification. Knowing he had no other choice—he needed to know—he found his courage. “We?”

She shrugged, again. He found that he was beginning to hate the maneuver; it was far too casual to competently convey the complexities of the current conversation. “I’ll retire with you,” she stated, as if it were obvious. “I’m certainly not going out and looking for another agency to join.”

“Certainly, your loyalty to me has rendered you unwilling and unable to join another agency—” he started, with a fresh batch of irony.

“Oh, I suppose,” she interrupted, with a feigned and dramatic sigh, and he found himself marveling at just how well she was able to top him in packing a punch in a conversation. “But truly,” she continued, imitating his posh accent—badly; at the very least, it appeared he was not the only one to struggle with mimicking accents. “What if this hypothetical other agency employs a supervisor?” She scrunched her nose and shook her head in distaste.

He laughed, temporarily unable to resist the pull of the conversation. “Of course. That would truly be the worst of fates,” he responded, doing his best to simply focus on her use of irony and neglect the fact that he had, on some level, been looking for some genuine promise of loyalty in this conversation.

It was strange; he almost felt as if he had fallen ill. His inability to see ghosts left him feeling vulnerable, and when he felt vulnerable, he locked things down; he wanted his friends—his family—nearby, closer than ever before. He had been looking for a reassurance of her loyalty in this conversation, but he understood that Lucy, by nature, tended to avoid that sort of sentiment. She would listen to him while he expressed his emotions, and she could even express her own on occasion, but she did tend to go for diffusion over compassion.

He knew this, of course—knew her well enough to know to expect it. But he could still lament the loss of that reassurance he so desperately needed. Regardless, he had no choice; he would proceed with the conversation, because that was what he must do. “And becoming a supervisor,” he carried on, trying to find his footing in this conversation once more. “The next natural progression in our careers—”

“Isn’t something I’d even consider,” she finished for him. “Sending kids into death traps, monitoring safely from a distance…” she shook her head, her eyes going out of focus, but only for a moment, as she visibly cringed. “I could never do it.”

He nodded, agreeing whole-heartedly.

“Besides, to do either of those things, I’d have to leave Portland Row—leave during the day…or night, whatever—and go work somewhere else,” she started again, shrugging once more. Her eyes ran to take in the whole of the room before coming back to meet his, which had snapped up to meet hers sharply. Was it possible his dose of compassion was forthcoming after all? “Leaving you and George?” she asked, with another shake of her head. “I left once. I’m never doing it again. No, it isn’t in the cards for me. So, yeah, if you’re ready to retire, I’m retiring too.”

He didn’t know how Lucy managed it, but she always did come through in the end. She’d lead him astray in a conversation, and he’d think he was done for—that he wasn’t going to hear just what he needed to hear, or that she wasn’t going to reach out and grab his hand at just the moment he needed it. And, somehow, she’d come through at the eleventh hour; she’d say just the right thing and reach for him just at the right moment.

He knew, partially, that this evasive behavior was simply a product of her poor childhood. She had never properly learned to experience and express her emotions. He had no real room to talk in that area, but he did consider himself at least advanced in the awareness he had with his emotions. It was expressing his emotions—particularly when it involved people other than Lucy—that was the bother for him. Either way, they both had something to learn here, and they were both working on learning it—together.

“We have the money,” he started again, mirroring her preferred method of expression in this conversation: a shrug. “Barnes paid well, considering we ended the Problem, and all. And we’ve been quite frugal. With all of our successes over the years, we have quite a bit saved up.”

“Enough to account for George’s monthly Arif’s budget?”

Lockwood winced. “George may have to restrain himself, but only slightly. After all, we’ll all have to make some changes. That’s what one does when they retire.”

He smiled, but it was false—misleading. He spoke with confidence, with charm—as he always did. But what did he know? His parents had never lived to see retirement. Hell, he had never anticipated living long enough to see retirement. He was doing nothing if not playing a guessing game. But, alas, did he ever do anything different? As long as he appeared to have everything under control, he knew those around him would follow. He had to keep strong—for them.

“We will be fine,” he continued, as much for his benefit as for hers. “If all else fails, we can always engage in some freelance work. We do have the best Listener in the country, after all,” he continued, his irony returning to the conversation.

But she didn’t seem to be having it; she shook her head, the severity of the subject matter still clear upon her face. “If you’re done, I’m done. I’m not working without you.”

He wouldn’t exactly say that he had been baiting her with his comment, but, if he had, and if it had been a test, she would have passed with flying colors.

He loved her in that moment. He loved her in a lot of moments—they were, after all, in love. But especially in that moment, he loved her.

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personinthepalace · 4 months

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Lockwood and Co Behind-the-Scenes Fun - Happy First Anniversary!

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A little edit to celebrate one year since the show first premiered! I miss them dearly 🥺

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sixinchesdeepinmud · 9 months

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🥳HAPPY 10TH ANNIVERSARY TO THE SCREAMING STAIRCASE BOOK #1 OF LOCKWOOD & CO SERIES.🥳

I'm forever thankful for my time as a volunteer in my library so my fellow librarians pushed the Slovak translation of TSS three years ago during some lockdown. And it's been a love from the first page.

Mr Stroud, thank you for creating such lovable found family along with two idiots in love living in the cozy atmosphere of 35 Portland Row. It really feels like home.

I hope we will get some good news of the show's renewal someday soon. It would be a great surprise, don't you think?

#lockwood and co #lockwood & co #the screaming staircase #save lockwood and co #save lockwood & co

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artyandink · 1 year

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Hi! Could you please ship me with one of the character from Lockwood & co. I’m female, black hair, brown eyes, 5’ ft. From the quiz, it says that I am kind, intelligent, and helpful. Thank you!

I ship you with...

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

Lockwood's an enigmatic character, but we can tell he's smart, skilled and has a heart of gold. You both have a noticeable height difference, but he doesn't care, all the more reason to be the big spoon.

On top of that, you're the voice of reason in his crazy endeavours, having the brains (and guts) to face him in his little competitive frenzy. God knows we all need that.

You're the one sent in to convince him to sleep and because of that he has less dark circles. Well done!

On the anniversary of his parents' death, you're the first one in his room, shutting the door and letting him cry it all out with you simply just being there for him. Trust me, it's the one thing he needs. You, and nothing else.

If you ever get insecure about your features he will compliment them over and over, and don't ask why he has a Polaroid but he does, and will take pictures of you and leave them beside your bed every day with little encouraging notes until you feel great about yourself again. You two are so cute and pair amazingly, even though he teases you about your height when he feels like it.

Hope you're happy,

Arty ✨.

#lockwood x reader #lockwood and co ships

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People, November 30

Cover: Sexiest Man Alive Michael B. Jordan

Page 7: Chatter -- Dolly Parton on parenthood, Jason Momoa on wearing pink, Kurt Russell on making a negative first impression with longtime love Goldie Hawn, Taylor Swift on dating Joe Alwyn, Keke Palmer on preferring leggings, Viola Davis on processing the state of the world

Page 8: 5 Things We’re Talking About This Week -- stars prep a seasonal singalong, a Baby Yoda cocktail wins over famous fans, The Bachelor mansion hits Airbnb, Arnold Schwarzenegger heads to Netflix, Blue Ivy narrates an audiobook

Page 11: Contents

Page 12: Contents, Editor’s Letter

Page 14: StarTracks -- Famous Families -- John Legend and Chrissy Teigen attended the drive-in premiere of Jingle Jangle: A Christmas Journey in L.A. with their kids Miles and Luna

Page 15: LeBron James with mom Gloria, Gabrielle Union backyard with daughter Kaavia, Chris Hemsworth and his mother Leonie, Rupert Grint and daughter Wednesday G. Grint

Page 16: Kit Harington filmed a scene for the second season of Modern Love in Dublin, Tiger Woods awarded a green jacket to 2020 Masters champion Dustin Johnson, Patricia Clarkson showed off a shimmering gown at Housing Works’ annual Fashion for Action Benefit

Page 17: Nashville’s Biggest Night -- Carrie Underwood and husband Mike Fisher attended the 54th annual Country Music Association Awards, Charley Pride performed with Jimmie Allen before accepting his CMA Lifetime Achievement Award, Miranda Lambert with husband Brendan McLoughlin, Maren Morris won three awards and shone a light on Black female country artists

Page 19: Timothee Chalamet packed on some layers for a bike ride along Manhattan’s Hudson River Park, Molly Bernard and Sutton Foster and Hilary Duff during a break from filming for Younger in New York City’s Upper West Side, Mandy Moore cradled her pregnant belly at the E! People’s Choice Awards in Santa Monica, Tyler Perry at the E! People’s Choice Awards

Page 23: Scoop -- Healing on Grey’s Anatomy -- inside Patrick Dempsey’s surprise return

Page 24: Lena Dunham reveals her struggle with infertility and IVF

Page 26: Heart Monitor -- Olivia Wilde and Jason Sudeikis surprise split, Ryan Cabrera and Alexa Bliss engaged, Michelle Pfeiffer and David E. Kelley happy anniversary, Kristin Cavallari and Jeff Dye dating

Page 29: Britney Spears’ battle with her dad continues, Britney and Sam Asghari’s island getaway

Page 30: Ciara and Russell Wilson’s new family moves, Buddy Valastro making progress after his accident

Page 32: Rebel Wilson -- my year of health and love, Pioneer Woman Ree Drummond becomes a proud foster mom

Page 34: Passages, Why I Care -- after losing her mother to pancreatic cancer in 2012 Mindy Kaling is raising awareness about the disease

Page 37: Stories to Make You Smile -- there’s no debate about who won the popular vote in Rabbit Hash in Kentucky: a 6-month-old dog named Wilbur, a tiny preemie grows into a healthy 4-year-old with Superman by his side

Page 41: People Picks -- The Flight Attendant

Page 42: Hillbilly Elegy, Happiest Season, Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, Q&A Lindsey Vonn

Page 43: Lego Star Wars Holiday Special, People Presents: Once upon a Main Street, Small Axe, One to Watch -- The Christmas Chronicles: Part Two’s Darby Camp

Page 45: Books

Page 47: Jewel -- what I know now -- she went from homelessness to pop stardom 25 years ago and now the singer gets candid about healing from her abusive childhood and finding true happiness

Page 53: At home with The Undertaker -- the (family) man behind the WWE legend -- after 30 years in the ring Mark Calaway reflects on his career and catching up on lost time as a dad

Page 56: At 51 Julie Loving becomes her daughter’s surrogate -- a mother’s amazing gift -- after years of struggling with infertility Breanna Lockwood thought she’d never have a child and then her mom stepped up and gave birth to a healthy baby girl

Page 60: John Belushi -- the private world of a comedy legend -- nearly four decades after the groundbreaking actor’s tragic death at age 33 those closest to him open up about the legacy he left behind

Page 64: Emma Stone and Ryan Reynolds -- kids asked and they answered -- the stars of The Croods: A New Age take questions from their youngest fans

Page 66: A High School Coach’s Betrayal -- shattered justice -- Emilie Morris told police her former track coach had sexually abused her but charges were dropped when she died; now her family hopes a new TV special will bring fresh attention to the case

Page 72: Michael B. Jordan is the Sexiest Man Alive -- he’s driven and compassionate and playful and doing more than his fair share to help change the world

Page 83: Men of the Year -- Chris Evans

Page 84: Harry Styles

Page 85: Trevor Noah, Kevin Costner, Maluma, Lakeith Stanfield

Page 86: Paul Rudd, Steve Kornacki, William Zabka, Ryan Seacrest, Darren Barnet

Page 87: Brad Pitt, The Weeknd, Paul Mescal, Yahya Abdul-Mateen II

Page 88: Manny Jacinto, Dr. Elvis Francois, Stephen Colbert, Robert Pattinson

Page 89: John David Washington

Page 90: Dwayne Johnson, Lucas Bravo, Dr. Anthony Fauci

Page 91: Pedro Pascal

Page 92: Chris Rock, Matt Bomer, Penn Badgley, Andrew Cuomo, Justin Bieber, Jonathan Majors

Page 98: The People Have Spoken -- readers exercised their right to vote by picking their favorites in an online poll

* Sexiest Star Who Kept Us Smiling -- John Krasinski

* Sexiest Small-Screen Star -- Jensen Ackles

* Sexiest Royal -- Prince Harry

Page 99: Sexiest International Man -- Jeon Jungkook

* Sexiest New Dad -- Joe Jonas

* Sexiest Happily Settled Guy -- Ryan Reynolds

Page 100: Sexiest Sports Star -- Patrick Mahomes

* Sexiest Social Media Star -- Shawn Mendes

* Sexiest Brothers -- Liam Hemsworth and Chris Hemsworth

* Sexiest Netflix Heartthrob -- Noah Centineo

Page 106: Dan Levy -- sexiest man in quarantine -- baking and jigsaw puzzles and so many Zooms: whatever quarantine had to offer the Schitt’s Creek co-creator and star tried it all

Page 115: Hottest Couples -- these twosomes make being in love look good -- Chrissy Teigen and John Legend, Matthew and Camila McConaughey, Kevin and Eniko Hart, Katherine Schwarzenegger Pratt and Chris Pratt, Zayn Malik and Gigi Hadid, Gabrielle Union and Dwyane Wade, Jennifer Lopez and Alex Rodriguez

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Page 120: A Sexy Man’s Best (Instafamous) Friend -- Nick Jonas with Gino Chopra Jonas

Page 123: Neil Patrick Harris and David Burtka with Gidget and Spike

Page 124: Harry Connick Jr. with Tuka

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✰ BEST REASONS TO WRITE FUCKIN’ RECORD REVIEWS IN 2018 ✰

✰✰✰✰✰ 6th ANNIVERSARY ✰✰✰✰✰

Neil Morris, speaking to Alan Lomax in 1959:

“Well, when I was just a small boy, Old Uncle Milt Oldfield…Billy Oldfield, the Congressman from Arkansas for so long, it is his father. He and my father are awfully close friends. And they were discussing music. They were music teachers both of them.

“And uh, and they said, dad did and Uncle Milt sanctioned what he said, that MUSIC HAD NO END. That you could learn all the other guy [or girl] learned, and after you got that done they would then, something else would crop up. That uh, that you, that was the reason why that uh, music advanced. That’s why that you would get a better music in one generation maybe that is, uh, IT WOULD FIT THE TIMES IN WHICH THEY LIVED.”

[Lomax: “What about music on the grapevine?”]

“Welllll, they said that MUSIC GREW LIKE THE GRAPEVINE THAT IS NEVER PRUNED. That each year it’d…it’d put on a little bit more. That was what they said, now, about it. Any further questions?”’

It’s time to feast from 2018′s Grapevine That Is Never Pruned with 123 (+ 162 more) of the BEST REASONS TO WRITE FUCKIN’ RECORD REVIEWS IN 2018!

A prefatory note: The Best Reasons campaigns of our first five years endured critiques from far and wide about too many damn records listed. Well...we can no longer countenance such reproach. Every single one of these nuggets is an essential thread in the tapestry of 2018′s combustible sonic arts! We here at FRR stand for ecumenicism and as such, consider the breadth of our listening parameters: Feeding Tube Records issued 74 items in 2018 (!), Clean Feed released about 80, and Astral Spirits about 30...that’s a lot potential gold in those three labels alone. Sure, it’s too much for any one person to absorb, but still...

We all know that some combination of easy access to home studio tools, world wide web streaming, social media delirium, legacy record industry collapse, and artistic resistance to creeping authoritarianism has (somewhat paradoxically) unleashed a tidal wave of idiosyncratically great music during the past decade, so it should come as no surprise that such a list as this would contain nearly 300 essential items. Yea, it seems nearly everything gets recorded and released these days (especially the zonked improv/collagist /noise/outer limits realm), but whether or not we listen to such items as frequently as we consumed Exile On Main Street or Cosmic Tones For Mental Therapy back in the day is irrelevant...the time is now, and as far as wild sounds from the outer dimensions goes, now has unprecedented bounty...listen heartily, for tomorrow, who knows?

(...all long playing records unless otherwise noted...also, the list was made complete with links, but grrr they don’t show up, so point your browser as they used to say and happy hunting!)

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✰ ROSALI Trouble Anyway (Scissor Tail) ✰

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✰ BRIDGET HAYDEN Pure Touch Only From Now On, They Said So (Early Music, Sweden) ✰

✰ YUZO IWATA Daylight Moon (Siltbreeze) ✰

✰ L$D FUNDRAISER Witness Disco (CocoMuse, New Zealand) ✰

✰ MAXINE FUNKE Silk (Feeding Tube) + Eternity 7” (I Dischi Del Barone, Sweden) ✰

✰ LONG HOTS Monday Night Raw cassette (self-released) ✰

✰ BASIC HUMAN Cassette (Meatspin, Australia) ✰

✰ LOOSE-Y CRUNCHÉ Unruly Top cassette (Altered States, Australia) ✰

✰ ETHERS Ethers (Trouble In Mind) ✰

✰ UNHOLY TWO The Pleasure To End All Pleasures (12XU)

✰ ZAÏMPH Rhizomatic Gaze 2LP (Drawing Room) ✰

✰ ALLISON COTTON All Is Quiet At The Ancient Theatre (Feeding Tube) ✰

✰ CONSTANT MONGREL Living In Excellence (Anti Fade, Australia / LVEUM, U.K.) ✰

✰ OTHERWORLD (aka Kay Logan) Mad Wee Light cassette (Kit, UK) ✰

✰ DUSK Dusk (Don Giovanni) & “The Pain Of Loneliness (Goes On And On)” 7″ (Dirtnap) ✰

✰ WENDY EISENBERG Its Shape Is Your Touch (VDSQ) ✰

✰ THALIA ZEDEK BAND Fighting Season (Thrill Jockey) ✰

✰ EN ATTENDANT ANA Lost And Found (Trouble In Mind) ✰

✰ MARK MORGAN Department of Heraldry (Open Mouth) ✰

✰ MORE KLEMENTINES More Klementines (Twin Lakes/Feeding Tube)✰

✰ PATOIS COUNSELORS Proper Release (ever/never) ✰

✰ ANNE GUTHRIE Brass Orchids (Students Of Decay)

✰ STEFAN CHRISTENSEN City Code (Knotwilg, Belgium) & Two Live cassette (The Loki Label)

✰ BB & The BLIPS Shame Job (Thrilling Living)

✰ SAMARA LUBELSKI / BILL NACE Samara Lubelski/Bill Nice (Relative Pitch)

✰ The SEDIMENT CLUB Stucco Thieves (Wharf Cat)

✰ BEAT DETECTIVES Rhythms & Edits Volume 1 cassette (Altered States, Australia)

✰ The COWBOYS Live At Tony’s Garage 7″ ep (Feel It) & The Cowboys [3rd Album] (HoZac - 2017)

✰ SUSANA SANTOS SILVA All the Rivers – Live at Panteão Nacional cd (Clean Feed, Portugal)

✰ DIRE WOLVES Paradisiacal Mind (Feeding Tube/Cardinal Fuzz, U.K.)

✰ SPECIAL INTEREST/S Spiraling (Raw Sugar)

✰ JANUSZEWSKI & SZLAZAK Split cassette (Czaszka, U.K.)

✰ NYLEX Nylex cassette (Tenth Court, Australia)

✰ CHARALAMBIDES Tom And Christina Carter 2 LP (Drawing Room)

✰ CHRISTINA KUBISCH/ANNEA LOCKWOOD The Secret Life Of The Inaudible 2 cd (Gruenrekorder, Germany)

✰ HEAVY METAL Heavy Metal ep 7″ (Total Punk)

✰ LUJIACHI Invisible Hands cassette (Altered States, Australia)

✰ OBNOX Templo del Sonido (Astral Spirits/Monofonus Press)

✰ PINEAPPLE RNR Pineapple Rik N Roll 7″ (Lumpy)

✰ WILLIAM PARKER Voices Fall From The Sky 3 cd (AUM Fidelity)

✰ RON JONS SURF SHOP Ron Jons Surf Shop Sampler cassette (Ron Jons Surf Shop)

✰ LUCY MILLER Lion's Heart : Demos & Early Recordings cd-r (Soleils Bleus, France)

✰ BLUE CHEMISE Daughters Of Time (Students Of Decay)

✰ EKIN FIL Maps (Helen Scarsdale) & “Windblow” download (Longform Editions, Australia)

✰ COUNTER INTUITS Vietnamese Lighter 7″ (Total Punk)

✰ CHRONOPHAGE (Minneapolis) Prolog For Tomorrow (Cleta Petra)

✰ HOBBS-WHITE DUO Hobbs-White Duo at Whitechapel Gallery, 10 June 1973H download (EMC, UK)

✰ CHRONOPHAGE (Austin) Give Chance A Peace download (self-released)

✰ CIA DEBUTANTE Waves (Czaszka, U.K.)

✰ WEEPING BONG BAND Weeping Bong Band (Feeding Tube)

✰ COOLIES/The FUTURIANS Coolies/The Futurians split cassette (Uniform, New Zealand)

✰ QUIETUS Volume Four (ever/never)

✰ New Centre Of The Universe (Anti Fade, Australia)

✰ LISA CAMERON/SANDY EWEN See Creatures cassette (Astral Spirits)

✰ BRUTAL BIRTHDAY “Commotion” + 2 7” (Total Punk)

✰ DE PONTI/MORETTI Before We Were Foam We Were Unbridled Waves cassette (Dinzu Artefacts)

✰ DAVID NANCE GROUP Peaced And Slightly Pulverized (Trouble In Mind)

✰ CRAMMM Crammm cassette (Brainplan) & Live 2018 (Brainplan)

✰ NERVE BEATS Nerve Beats (Fine Concepts)

✰ WILLIE LANE Known Quantity reissue (Feeding Tube)

✰ The WAY AHEAD Bells, Ghosts And Other Saints cd (Clean Feed, Portugal)

✰ BADSKIN Where Was I (Brierfield Flood Press, Australia)

✰ The ANCIENTS Frozen Aisle (Tenth Court, Australia)

✰ METTE RASMUSSIN & CHRIS CORSANO A View Of The Moon (From The Sun) cd (Clean Feed, Portugal)

✰ SYLVIE COURVOISIER TRIO D’Agala cd (Intakt, Switzerland)

✰ MOSQUITOES Drip Water Hollow Out Stone (ever/never)

✰ CHARLOTTE HUG Son-Icon Music: Orchestra And Choral Works cd (Fundacja Słuchaj, Poland)

✰ RUSS WATERHOUSE Amaro cassette (Gertrude Tapes)

✰ RICHARD PAPIERCUTS Twisting The Night 12″ (ever/never)

✰ The COOL GREENHOUSE “London”/“The End Of The World” 7” (Market Square Recordings, Spain)

✰ SANDY EWEN & CHASE GARDNER Transfusion cd (Marginal Frequency)

✰ AMEEL BRECHT Polygraph Heartbeat (Kraak, Belgium)

✰ SUCCHIAMO Mani In Fuoco (Antinote, France)

✰ PORTRON PORTRON LOPEZ De Colère Et D'Envie (PoiL, France)

✰ TOM SMITH & MARK MORGAN Bones Sound Shipwreck cd (KSV, Germany)

✰ CIVIC New Vietnam 12″ (Anti Fade, Australia) & Those Who Know 7″ (Famous Class)

✰ CARLO GIUSTINO Non Uscire cassette (No Rent)

✰ DONALD MCPHERSON & TETUZI AKIYAMA The Kitchen Tapes, Volume 1 cassette (God In The Music, New Zealand)

✰ HORNE & HOLT Wires (Self-Sabotage)

✰ WOLKOROTS Don Treppenwitz cassette (Dinzu Artefacts)

✰SAVAK Beg Your Pardon (Ernest Jenning Record Co.)

✰ The BALKANYS The Balkanys (Toddi Records/Another Records, France)

✰ ANTELOPER Kudu cassette (International Anthem Recording Company)

✰ CLAIRE POTTER & BRIDGET HAYDEN’S I Am Come From A Place) cassette (Fort Evil Fruit, Ireland)

✰ LAURA LUNA CASTILLO Laminaires (Genot, Czech Republic)

✰ RST Spectra (\\NULL|ZØNE//)

✰ TORI KUDO ガラ刑GALAKEI 2 LP (bruit direct disques, France)

✰ SIGNE DAHLGREEN Kunki Snuk cassette (Astral Spirits)

✰ PIOUS FAULTS Old Thread (Feel It)

✰ MELFI Four Concerns cassette (Czaszka, U.K.)

✰ The EX 27 Passports (Ex Records, Netherlands)

✰ J.H. GURAJ Steadfast On Our Sand (Boring Machines, Italy)

✰ KUZU Hiljaisuus (Astral Spirits)

✰ WUSSY What Heaven Is Like (Shake It)

✰ BORZOI A Prayer For War (12XU)

✰ RAYS You Can Get There From Here (Trouble In Mind)

✰ DELPHINE DORA Eudaimon (three:four, Switzerland)

✰ LAKE MARY & M. SAGE Lupine Deluxe cassette (Patient Sounds (Intl))

✰ ART GRAY NOIZZ QUINTET “A Call To You”/”Won’t you Say It To My Face” 7″ (Robelion Music)

✰ VANILLA POPPERS I Like Your Band 7″ ep (Feel It)

✰ SOURDURE L’Espròva (Les Disques du Festival Permanent/Pagans, France)

✰ LOGARDECAY (Leslie García and Paloma López) FRGL cassette (Umor Rex, Mexico)

✰ DE KLUMB Con Pimiento cassette (U-Bac, Germany)

✰ MIDWIFE Prayer Hands cassette (Antiquated Future)

✰ SALAD BOYS This Is Glue (Trouble In Mind)

✰ RAMBLE TAMBLE Outlaw Overtones cassette (Eiderdown)

✰ ABBY LEE TEE Imaginary Friends I cassette (Czaszka, U.K.)

✰ INGRID LAUBROCK Contemporary Chaos Practices / Two Works For Orchestra With Soloists cd (Intakt, Switzerland)

✰ PATRICK SHIROISHI Sparrow's Tongue cassette (Fort Evil Fruit, Ireland)

✰ FIA FIELL All In The Same Room cassette (Nice Music, Australia)

✰ PREENING Nice Dice 7″ ep (Fine Concepts) & Greasetrap Frisbee 7″ (ever/never)

✰ SABASABA SabaSaba (Maple Death, U.K)

✰ HEADROOM/DIRE WOLVES Split (Pome Pome Tones/Centripetal Force)

✰ APOLOGIST Houston cassette (No Rent)

✰ The SITUATIONS The Day After The Night Before cassette (Melted Ice Cream, NZ)

✰ WONDERFULS Voices Like Rain cassette (Round Bale Recordings)

✰ TASHI DORJI & TYLER DAMON Leave No Trace: Live In St. Louis (Family Vineyard) & Soft Berm cassette (Magnetic South)

NAUJAWANAN BAIDAR Volume 1 cassette (Radio KHIYABAN, Netherlands)

LOUIS MINUS II Je Voudrais Juste Dormir Pour Toujours cassette (Econore, Germany)

The OPAWA 45s Silver Screen Guitar cassette (Melted Ice Cream, New Zealand)

MT ACCORD Postcards From A Dream cassette (Czaszka, U.K.)

JONÁŠ GRUSKA Žaburina (LOM, Slovakia)

CHICALOYOH Jaune Colère (213 Records, France)

MAMITRI YULITH EXPRESS YONAGUNISAN Yulith 2 LP (bruit direct disques, France)

AONGHIS MCENVOY & TRISTAN CLUTTERBUCK Duos cassette (Fractal Meat Cuts, UK)

IE Pone cassette (Moon Glyph)

MARILYN CRISPELL/TANYA KALMANOVITC/RICHARD TEITELBAUM Dream Libretto (Leo, U.K.)

E Negative World (Thrill Jockey)

Wound 2 lp (Carbon Records)

DOMINIQUE VACCARO Close Distances cassette (Dinzu Artefacts)

RIÑA Aqui No Eres Nadie 7″ ep (Thrilling Living)

GÜNTER BABY SOMMER & TILL BRÖNNER Baby’s Party cd (Intakt, Switzerland)

TRISTAN MAGNETIC Tristan Magnetique triple cassette box (Otomatik Muziek, Germany)

FAMOUS LOGS IN HISTORY Famous Logs In History cassette (Fuzzy Warbles)

LUKE STEWART’s Works For Upright Bass And Amplifier cassette (Astral Spirits)

RADIANT FUTUR Overdriven Youth download (Get Busy!, Russia)

LÄRMSCHUTZ TAFELMUSIK SEPTET Vierte Tafelmusik cassette (Katuktu Collective)

TERRESTIALS Terrestials 12″ (Heel Turn)

ALEX CRISPIN Open Submission cassette (Constellation Tatsu)

MAAVIN Sunday Drive EP download (Get Busy!, Russia)

CHARLOTTE HUG & LUCAS NIGGLI Fulguratio cd (Fundacja Słuchaj, Poland)

NAMELESS FRAMES Already Inside + 3 10″ (Super Secret Records)

GÜNTER SCHLIENZ Liederbuch cassette (Muzan Editions, Japan)

SCRAP BRAIN Scrap Brain (Thrilling Living)

WURLD SERIES Stately and Befrothed cassette (Melted Ice Cream, NZ)

ENDURANCE Celestial Governors cassette (Tymbal Tapes)

BRABRABRA Lagooona 7″ ep (Kitchen Leg, Germany)

DAN MELCHIOR ‘The Folksinger’ (Swashbuckling Hobo, Australia)

JEN KUTLER Worth cassette (Never Anything)

Field Recordings from the Sahel cassette (Sahel Sounds)

MONNONE ALONE Cut Knuckle 7” (Lost And Lonesome Recording Co., Australia)

ANDREW BARKER & DANIEL CARTER Polyhedron cassette (Astral Spirits)

YVES MALONE Aced (2014) cassette (Baked Tapes)

JOHN HOEGBERG Motion Detecting Songs cassette (Ehse)

CHAOSOPHY Who Are These People And What Do They Believe In cd (Discordian/Liquen Record, Spain)

ARIAN SHAFIEE A Scarlet Fail (VDSQ) & Beauty Tuning (Hausu Mountain)

AKIRA SAKATA & CHIKAMORACHI with MASAHIKO SATOH Proton Pump cd (Family Vineyard)

LEA BERTUCCI Metal Aether (NNA)

BIG SUPERMARKET 1800 (Hobbies Galore, Australia)

GARCIA PEOPLES Cosmic Cash (Beyond Beyond Is Beyond)

R.M.F.C. Hive cassette (Slime Street, Australia)

BIKINI COPS Three 7” (Drunken Sailor, U.K.)

MUYASSAR KURDI & NICHOLAS JOZWIAK Intersections & Variations cassette (Astral Spirts)

P WITS Blonde On Blonde double cassette (chemical imbalance., Australia)

FOLD Aegean Sea 12” (AUS, UK)

TASHI DORJI & DAVID GRUBBA Fixed Entrance Derivatives cassette (Sky Lantern)

WET PISS Wet Piss cassette (Dumpster Tapes)

TIM & THE BOYS Growing (Meatspin, Australia)

DINO SPILUTTINI Forever cassette (No Rent)

NEGATIVE NANCIES You Do You download (CocMuse, New Zealand)

MISSING PAGES “Long Way Down” 7″ (12XU)

SUNWATCHERS II & Illegal Moves 12” (both Trouble In Mind)

EYES NINETY Glaucoma Chameleon (Swashbuckling Hobo, Australia)

PATRICIA KOKETT Diabel 12” (Knekelhuis, Netherlands)

GEE TEE Gee Tee cassette (Slime Street, Australia)

C. WORTH A Farther Sea cassette (Gertrude Tapes)

OREN AMBARCHI/KONRAD SPRENGER/PHILLIP SOLLMANN Panama/Suez 12” (Ostgut Ton, Germany)

REX WONDERFUL & THE SILK SHEETS Ego Death cassette (Tenth Court, Australia)

SARAH DAVACHI Gave In Rest (Ba Da Bing) & Let Night Come On Bells End The Day (Recital)

PELVI$$ Pelvi$$ cassette (Fuzzy Warbles)

JEFF TOBIAS Completely Phantom cassette (Baked Tapes)

BILL ORCUTT & CHRIS CORSANO Brace Up! (Palilalia)

DONKEY BUGS Ancient Chinese Secrets (Lumpy)

MOUNTAIN MOVERS Pink Sky (Trouble In Mind) & New Jam 12″ (C/Site)

MAbH cinjusti cassette (Tymbal Tapes)

Bad Taste Vol. II - Another Collection Of Sounds From The NZ Underground cassette (chemical imbalance., Australia)

TERRY I’m Terry (Upset! The Rhythm, UK)

NYZ RLD GLD ET AL cassette (Fractal Meat Cuts, UK)

THEE OPEN SEX White Horses (Sophomore Lounge)

DRUNK MUMS Denim & Leather, Together Forever cassette (Slime Street, Australia)

JONES JONES [OCHS/DRESSER/TARASOV] A Jones In Time Saves Nine download (self-released)

IVAN THE TOLERABLE & FRIENDS Autodidact 10″ (Ack! Ack! Ack!, U.K.)

DANIEL CARTER / WILLIAM PARKER / MATTHEW SHIPP Seraphic Light cd (AUM Fidelity)

PURPUR SPYTT Nitpick 7″ ep (POUeT! Schallplatten, France)

BLOWDRYER Blowdryer cassette (self-released)

CHARNEL GROUND Charnel Ground (12XU)

KAJA DRAKSER / PETTER ELDH / CHRISTIAN LILLINGER Punkt.Vrt.Plastik cd (Intakt, Switzerland)

DRY CLEANING Sweet Princess cassette (self-released, U.K.)

ELKHORN Lion Fish cassette (Eiderdown)

ROMAIN BAUDOIN Bestiari (Pagans/In Situ, France)

SUNWATCHERS AND EUGENE CHADBOURNE 3 Characters 2 LP (Amish)

FRANCIS PLAGNE Moss Trumpet (Penultimate Press, U.K. )

SHITTY LIFE Switch Off Your Head (self-released, Italy)

SICK LLAMA Stage Poison double cassette (unifactor)

ROCKET 808 “Digital Billboards”/“Mystery Train” 7” (12XU)

JON COLLIN What Is Thunder cassette (Fort Evil Fruit, Ireland)

CONCRETE LAWN Demo cassette (Urge, Australia)

BLANK REALM Last Seen (Hobbies Galore, Australia)

DJ OVERDOSE DJ Overdose 12” (L.I.E.S.)

LUDWIG BERGER & VERONIKA EHRENSPERGER The Capacity Of Things To Act cassette (Dinzu Artefacts)

BRANDY Laugh Track (Monofonus Press)

PETER EVANS/ AGUSTÍ FERNÁNDEZ/BARRY GUY Free Radicals cd (Fundacja Słuchaj, Poland)

LES HALLES Zonda cassette (Not Not Fun)

SAMARA LUBELSKI Flickers At The Station (Drawing Room)

PRANA CRAFTER Bodhi Cheetah's Choice (Beyond Beyond Is Beyond)

YLAYALI Pumpkin Patch cassette (self-released)

DEAF WISH Lithium Zion (Sub Pop)

ROSE THOMAS BANNISTER Ambition cd (self-released)

MIDDEX No Home (Polytechnic Youth, UK)

SEI A Phase EP (Aus Music, U.K.)

KALI MALONE Cast Of Mind (Hollow Ground, Switzerland) & Organ Dirges 2016-2017 cassette (Ascetic House)

GERRIT HATCHER Parables For The Tenor cassette (Astral Spirits)

The 1902 Syntropic Seasonal 5 cd-r comp (Wist Rec, Ireland)

The LENTILS My Pillow Lava (Complete Trilogy) double cassette (unread)

SCY2E*GLOCHIDS*NURSE BETTY Weird Ear's Fantastic Voyage (Autumn East Coast Tour) comp (Weird Ear)

the SHIFTERS Have A Cunning Plan (Trouble In Mind)

CÉCILE CAPOZZO TRIO Sub Rosa cd (Ayler Records, France)

PROJET DE VIE Vol. #1 EP cassette ([Equilibre Fragile], France)

JAX DELUCA Organs In The Wind cassette (ACR, U.K.)

LUCY CLICHÉ Cliché’s Principle (Fleisch, Germany)

JANO DOE( aka KATARÍNA GATIALOVÁ) Duranzie cassette Genot Centre, Czech Republic)

KOMARE Komare cassette (Round Bale Recordings)

COLLATE Liminal Concerns (self-released)

AREK GULBENKOGLU A gift like a hollow vessel (Penultinate Press, UK)

BASIC HOUSE & WANDA GROUP No Sympathy (Opal Tapes, U.K.)

MANUEL TROLLER Vanishing Point (three: four, Switzerland)

STEPH RICHARDS/VINNY GOLIA/BERT TURETZKY Trio Music cd (pfmentum)

HEART OF SNAKE Heart Of Snake cassette (Maple Death, U.K.)

SCHWEBEN Sketches Of Plains cassette (Otomatik Muziek, Germany)

GENEVA SKEEN A Parallel Array Of Horses download (Room40, Australia)

IKUI DOKI Ikui Doki (Ayler, France)

CHARLES BARABÉ De La Fragilité cassette (Astral Spirits)

MIDNIGHT MINES Invisible Insurrection Of A Million Minds (The Loki Label) & Stations 7″ (I Dischi Del Barone, Sweden)

DELACAVE Window Has No Glass (POUeT! Schallplatten, France)

MARY LATTIMORE & MEG BAIRD Ghost Forests cd (Three Lobed Recordings)

M/M I Know You Are Thinking I've Said This All Before cassette (Czaska, U.K.)

The ATTACHMENTS II cassette (self-released)

TYSHAWN SOREY Pillars 3 cd (Firehouse 12)

JOËLLE LÉANDRE Strings Garden 3 cd (Fundacja Słuchaj, Poland)

STONE WITCHES Machine Efficient cassette (Slime Street, Australia)

CARA STACEY & CAMILO ÁNGELES Ceder (Kit, U.K)

DIRE WOLVES (JUST EXACTLY PERFECT SISTERS BAND) One For The Heads cassette (Baked Tapes) & Earthquake Country cassette (Sky Lantern) & Shootout At The Dildo Factory (Eiderdown) 142

(this is a pic of DIRE WOLVES with their eyes closed)

GEN POP II 7″ ep (Feel It)

ANGLES 3 Parede (Clean Feed, Portugal)

FRANK HURRICANE Holy Mountain Coffee tour cassette (self-released)

CARROM Prehistories cassette (self-released, Canada)

PARSNIP Feeling Small 7″ (Anti Fade, Australia)

ÁINE O’DWYER / GRAHAM LAMBKIN Green Ways 2 cd (erstwhile)

Longform Editions digital series, particularly: EKIN FIL “Windblow”, MARJA AHTI “Entering A Cloud” and STEAM VENT “Swells”

CLINTON GREEN Setting For The Iliad CD-R (Frustration Jazz, Australia)

PETER EVANS & BARRY GUY Syllogistic Moments cd (Maya Recordings, Swizterland)

ETRAN DE L’AÏR No. 1 (Sahel Sounds)

ALIEN NOSEJOB Various Fads & Technological Achievements (Anti Fade, Australia)

J.C. SATÀN Centaur Desire (Born Bad, France)

NAGUAL & STEFAN CHRISTENSEN Third 7″ (I Dischi Del Barone, Sweden)

EXEK Ahead Of Two Thoughts (W.25th) & A Casual Assembly 12″ (W.25th)

ARUÁN ORTIZ TRIO’s Live in Zurich (Intakt, Switzerland)

MIA DYBERG TRIO Ticket! (Clean Feed, Portugal)

LA DANTA Alpeis Καράκας cassette (Fort Evil Fruit, Ireland)

WEAK SIGNAL LP1 cassette (Reality Delay)

DISTANT STARS The Way Things Work cassette (Detonic, Australia)Field Recordings from the Sahel

MUDHONEY Digital Garbage (Sub Pop)

ROB NOTES & RYAN LEE CROSBY Modal Improvisations on 34 Strings cassette (Cabin Floor Esoterica)

...all those LOKI LABEL boots...

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