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elton-john-live-concerts · 1 year

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Elton John Live in Wembley Stadium London, UK June 21st, 1975

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pinkfloydhq · 7 months

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Roger and Syd Barrett (1975 - Abbey Road Studio) 🎧

#roger waters #syd barrett #pinkfloyd #retro #singer #lyrics #r.i.p.#gone too soon #abbey road studios #1975 music

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spookystargirl666 · 1 year

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And it’s about time

#grunge #the 1975 #photography #matty healy #matthew healy #2014 tumblr #tumblr return #iliwysfyasbysuoi #bfiafl #abiior #noacf #the 1975 noacf #being funny in a foreign language #antichrist #concert #1975 music #part of the band #at their very best #the1975 at their very best

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taylormystar · 1 year

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I want your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

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hypersonic04 · 1 year

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Sweet Nothing

Hi! I’ve never posted anything I’ve written, but I’ve been so inspired by some of my favourite writers on here so I thought I’d give it a go <3 I’ve written for Ross from The 1975, because he’s just my absolute fave. Feel free to give feedback!

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I hold the palm of my hand to my forehead as I walk through the front door, wincing a little at the pain. Kicking my shoes off, I lack the effort to set them straight, throwing my coat and bag over the table in the hallway. It's dimly lit in the house, a warm glow coming from the living room and a candle lit in the kitchen, the smell comforting. I stand for a minute in the hall, the silence making my eyes sting with tears. Today was a really tough day at work - my boss is an absolute arsehole, the workload has been ridiculous, and it's been one of those days where I've felt like I've been doing everything wrong. I sniffle lightly and dab my eyes with the sleeve of my jumper, making my way into the kitchen.

There's a used plate in the sink, and my heart aches at the thought of him having to eat dinner alone, yet again. I see a second plate ready to eat, covered in clingfilm waiting for me, and it sets me off crying again.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you-“

I turn to look at him, the sound of his voice soothing to me already. He's wearing comfy clothes, his hair a little messy and his eyes tired.

"Hey," he frowns. I feel silly, stood with a hand covering my mouth. "What's wrong? Is everything ok?"

He approaches me and sets a hand on my shoulder, lowering his head a little as his eyes scan over my face frantically.

"I just..." I shake my head. "I'm just so tired."

"Oh, love." He sighs and pulls me into a hug. My body goes limp against him. I snake my arms around his waist, letting myself cry. This is all I've needed today.

“Work was really shit.” I cry to him, feeling him press a kiss to the top of my head.

We stand like this for a while, his thumb rubbing circles on my shoulder, the feeling of his chest rising and falling distracting me from my feelings.

"Do you want me to run you a bath?" He whispers low in my ear and I nod, pulling away from him. I'm shaking a little as I take a deep breath, his hands still placed firmly on my shoulders. He looks at me, face shrouded in worry. "Have you eaten?"

"No, not yet. I'll get something later." I lie, rubbing under my eyes and sniffling in an attempt to look slightly less pathetic in front of my husband. It's apparent that he doesn't believe me as he purses his lips. "I promise."

He looks at me for a few seconds longer and I meet his eyes, flicking from one to the other. They're sleepy and warm, glittery even in the barely-there light of the kitchen. His brows are dipped slightly, creases forming in between them.

"I'm sorry." I barely whisper, my throat right.

"Why are you sorry?" He shakes his head lightly and frowns, eyes travelling across my face for a sign.

"Because I've been at work all day, and I come home, and I'm crying and you have to look after me like I'm a kid." I feel tears in my eyes again, but this time his gentle fingertips catch my them. My bottom lip trembles and his face softens.

"You're being silly now." He says softly, still drying my cheeks with his thumb. "There is no where I would rather be than right here, y/n. I promise you that."

I feel my shoulders relax, admiring the soft expression on his face, the corners of his lips turned upwards slightly.

"I'll go and run you a bath, you should eat some of that lasagne while you wait." He tucks some hair behind my ear and I nod again.

"Thank you." I whisper, smiling weakly at him.

Leaning down and holding my face, he presses a gentle kiss to my lips. He stays there for a few seconds before pulling away.

He goes upstairs to run the bath and I sit at the dining room table, picking away at the chips and lasagna he had plated up for me. I manage a few bites, but the twisting feeling in my stomach makes me feel sick after a while. My whole body aches after being at a constant level of anxiety the whole day, and a bath is just the thing I need right now.

I head upstairs and I can hear him humming. Biting down on my bottom lip, I smile to myself as I catch a glimpse of him in our on-suite, checking the water temperature.

"All ready." He smiles widely as I stand in the doorway.

"You're an angel." I say as I stand on my tiptoes, kissing his cheek. He blushes pink and I find the corners of my mouth tilting upwards. Giving my hand a squeeze, he leaves the bathroom to let me get into the bath. I can hear him moving around in the bedroom as I get undressed and tie my hair up, grateful for the feeling of the hot water around my body as I get into the bath. "Ross?"

"Hm?" He calls back.

"Can you stay?" I ask sheepishly.

"You don’t have to ask me, darling." He laughs gently as he walks through the door, closing it and sitting against it.

I close my eyes, the water and bubbles coming all the way up to my neck. Opening my eyes, I look over to find him smiling softly, his own eyes trained on me.

"I'm sorry I came home crying." I say quietly, breaking the silence.

"You don't need to keep apologising, you know that." He sighs. "When we got married, I didn't just expect it to be perfect all of the time. I love you, and if looking after you every once in a while means that I get to spend the rest of my life with you, I will gladly do it.”

"You're just too perfect, Ross." I smile softly.

He gets up to sit at the edge of the bath and brushes his hand over my forehead, pushing back a few curls that escaped.

"I love you." I whisper, my eyes drowsy from the bath and my own tiredness as I look up at him. He smiles at me from the side of the bath, leaning down and kissing me.

"I love you more."

I shake my head with a smile, earning a soft laugh from him. Sitting up in the bath, I hold his hand as I get out. I dry myself off with the fluffy towel he had laid out for me, giggling as he pretends to dry me and ruffles my hair with the towel.

Wrapping it around myself, I leave the bedroom and pick out some pyjamas and underwear, getting changed as he lays on the bed. He watches my every move and it makes me blush as I stand in front of the mirror, my underwear and t-shirt covering me.

"I'm so tired." I murmur to myself as I look back at my reflection, the dark circles around my eyes unfamiliar to me.

"Come and get in bed, love. I'll sort out everything downstairs."

"No, I'll do them. You've done enough for me tonight, Ross."

He raises his eyebrows at me as he stands up from the bed.

Coming to stand behind me, he rests his cold hands on my hips and presses a kiss to my cheek, placing his chin in the crook of my neck.

"I know I said it about five minutes ago, but I really, really love you." I say softly and he grins back at me. "Like, more than I've ever loved anything."

I turn my head to the side and kiss the side of his head. He keeps his eyes trained in the mirror and I feel him sigh gently against my back. He kisses the bare skin at my shoulder before pulling away and heading downstairs to tidy up.

I get in bed, the cold bedsheets smooth as I rub my legs against them, pulling them up around my neck. The second I close my eyes, I feel myself drift off.

It could be minutes or hours later, but at some point I feel the bed dip and a cold draft hit my bare legs. I open my eyes gently to see Ross, stripped down to his boxers, settling in next to me. The sight of him makes me feel content and smiley, turning to face him in bed.

"Shit, sorry, I woke you up." He grimaces as he looks at me.

"It's ok, I wasn't properly asleep anyway."

He holds my hand under the duvet and traces circles with his thumb.

"How are you feeling?" He whispers in the dark.

"I'm ok." I reply.

"Are you sure?"

"No." I huff. He turns his head to look at me quickly. "But right now, I'm ok. I don't have work tomorrow."

We lay in silence for a few minutes and I feel him squeeze my hand gently.

"You know..." he says lowly. "You don't have to work."

I sigh. "I don't want to stop working. For starters, university was too stressful to just give it up now."

"I know, I just..." he trails off. "I worry about you, and it stresses me out when I know that you don't have to feel like this, I could fix it."

"I know." I edge closer to him, holding onto his arm and pressing my lips to his skin. "I just don't want to give up working and leave it all to you. I like the fact that I work.”

"I know you do." He sounds defeated in his voice.

Closing my eyes, I sigh deeply, squeezing his hand. He falls asleep quickly, his breaths gentle and shallow.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” I whisper gently, closing my eyes and enjoying the comfort of having him beside me.

#the 1975 #matty healy #ross macdonald #adam hann #1975 music #matty the 1975 #1975 band #fanfic #george daniel #matty x reader #imagine

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lettersfromthewindmill · 1 year

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Remus' presents from Chapter 17: Christmas 1975 from The Cadence of Part Time Poets by @motswolo

#cadence art #coptp #the cadence of part time poets #motswolo #tcoptp #queen band #a night at the opera #remus john lupin #remus lupin #christmas #1975 music

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crushculture03 · 1 year

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Happiness

Matty healy x O.C

Summary:

Julie Foreman has worked at dirty hit for 2 years now, finally she gets the chance to work and go on tour with her favorite band. When she finally meets the band her and matty instantly hit it off and sparks fly but will their love blossom or end up in flames...

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Prologue

Chp 1

Chp 2

Chp 3

Chp 4

Chp 5

Chp 6

Chp 7

Chp 8

Chp 9

Chp 10

Chp 11

Chp 12

Chp 13

Chp 14

Chp 15

Chp 16

Chp 17

Chp 18

Act 2

Chp 19

Chp 20

Chp 21

Chp 22

Chp 23

Chp 24

Chp 25

Chp 26

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Hello everyone!

Ive had this idea for a matty fanfic for a while and finally decided to write it! I hope you all enjoy it!

this book is also available on wattpad and ao3! it’s the same username as my tumblr!

Some Info for the book

- based in 2021 the band is going on tour for noacf, Covid never happens in this book

- they'll be writing bfiafl in this book

- Charli and george are together as well and Adam and carly ofc

- there will be so smut scenes, im new to writing smut so they'll probably be tame at first

#matty healy #the 1975 #adam hann #george daniel #ross macdonald #matty healy x oc #noacf #iliwysfyasbysuoi #1975 music #brief inquiry #bfiafl #mattyhealyfanfic #tour #matty healy smut #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy imagine #abiior #the 1975 noacf #angst

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missingthecold · 1 year

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There’d better be a Matty shaped present under that tree tomorrow morning.

#i miss 2014 #the 1975 #1975 music #matty healy #halsey #2014 soft grunge

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lostmyheadin1975 · 1 year

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Started making album cover hearings so NATURALLY my first ones had to be The 1975 😤

#the 1975 #matty healy #bfiafl #matty the 1975 #at their very best #ross macdonald #adam hann #atvb #george daniel #matty #2014 vibes #2014 tumblr #grungy aesthetic #1975 band #1975 music #1975 album

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dignoir · 1 year

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In 2020 I created twelve posters for @the1975music's fourth album - Notes on a Conditional Form. It was an experience that I'll never forget! It warmed my heart seeing so many people interact with my artwork. But times change and i'm feeling inspired once more so watch this space.