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thru-the-grapevine · 5 months
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[3:12 AM] The bed feels more spacious than it ought to.
You crack open an eye and glance at the other side of the bed. Empty. Your mostly-asleep gaze wanders to the clock on the far nightstand; after 3 in the morning. You let your eye close again, drifting comfortably for a while in the fog of half-consciousness. And then you roll over and sit up, stumbling slowly to your feet.
A faint bluish glow emanates from the other end of the hall. When you pad into the living room, you see Chris exactly where you’d left him hours ago. Hunched at his desk, headphones on, clicking every now and then, staring at Cubase and several instrument mixers.
He startles momentarily when you drape your arms over his shoulders. He relaxes and pulls the headphones down, tapping the spacebar to pause the music.
You kiss the top of his head. “How’s it looking?”
“Better,” Chris hums, lifting his free hand and rubbing your arm. “Fixed that annoying buzzing sound.”
You hum, resting your cheek against his hair, looking at the dual monitors. “Can I hear?”
“’Course,” he says, and you can hear the pleased grin in his voice. That’s his favorite request you can make of him.
He unplugs the headphones and fiddles with the knobs on his volume box, clicks around and then taps the spacebar again.
He’s right; the buzzing noise that had hovered persistently in the corners of the track is gone. He’s nuanced the vocal effects, as well, softened the pitch corrector, and you smile, fond of how sincere his voice sounds.
“’S pretty,” you murmur, humming at a new instrument that hadn’t been there before.
“It’s closer,” he admits, not fully accepting the compliment.
You’re too sleepy to push back, make him accept the praise, so you merely bury your face in his hair.
“You should get some sleep, like I said,” Chris tells you, voice tinged with concern.
He had told you to do that…four hours ago.
You snort. “Love. Check the time.”
“Hm?” You feel his head tilt, watch his mouse slide to the bottom corner of the screen to the clock. “…Oh.”
“Was sleeping,” you say, watching his mouse trail back up over Cubase, deliberating. “’N then I woke up with too much space ‘n not enough warm.”
He hums in acknowledgment, the noise tinged with guilt.
You kiss the top of his head again. “…Please?”
He sighs, leaning his head back against your shoulder.
“You at a good stopping point?” You ask, knowing too well what his next argument will be.
He sighs again quietly, a sound of concession. “I never am…but this will do.”
You grin and give him an encouraging squeeze as he presses save three times on each software.
“Bet you’ll knock it out of the park once your brain is fresh,” you tell him as he shuts the computer down.
“And once the headache passes,” he says, pressing the heel of one hand to his eye and rubbing as he rolls the chair back.
You frown, leaning back to let him stand and stretch. “You’ve been working with a headache?”
“Just hints of one,” he insists, waving it away as he relaxes out of the stretch. “Probably eye strain.”
You give him a look. “You know, that might not happen if you’d just wear your glasses.”
It’s a lost cause and you both know it. He snorts, then gets a better look at you and smiles.
“Your hair’s cute,” he says, lifting a hand to your head and ruffling.
You scrunch your face up in protest. “’S bedhead, Chris.”
“And it’s cute,” he insists, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Bedtime?”
“Past bedtime,” you say, giving him a stern look when he leans back. “Long, long past.”
“Hmm,” he says, studying your face and smiling in that goopy-eyed way that you know means he’s barely listening. You roll your eyes.
He lets you take his hand and guide him back down the hall, lets you procure pajamas for him while he talks through what else he wants to do in the song, lets you help him change as he explains.
“Just want the feeling of the song to be right when you hear it, even without lyrics,” he says as you help pull on the pajama shirt.
“People will know,” you tell him, patting his shoulder and taking his hand again, guiding him to bed. “I can feel it when I hear it.”
“But what if that’s just you?” He frets, lying back and getting comfortable, drawing up the covers. “What if you just know me?”
You burrow under the covers and lay your head on his chest, wrapping an arm around him. “I do know you. But that’s not why I felt it.”
“But how do you know for sure?” He asks, his hand back in your hair, stroking softly.
You prop your chin up on his chest and look at him. “Babe. You’re not capable of making dishonest or disingenuous music. Your heart’s all the way out there in every little detail.”
He looks at you for a long moment, fingers slow and gentle in your hair. Eventually he lifts his hand and rests the pad of his forefinger on the tip of your nose.
“I like you so much,” he murmurs.
An embarrassed grin sweeps over your face. You nestle your face into his chest vigorously, and he laughs.
“Like you too,” you hum, sandwiching one of his legs between yours and snuggling in. “I’m also right.”
“Hope so,” he murmurs, and then his arm curls comfortably around you. “Go back to sleep.”
“You sleep, you need it more,” you mumble, and he chuckles.
“I’ll sleep well with my weighted blanket,” he teases you, hand squeezing your side reassuringly.
You grin and press a kiss to his chest. “Not as well as I’ll sleep with my body pillow.”
“You’re on,” he whispers, and you’re out like a light before a full minute passes.
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robo-milky · 2 months
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To our playful cat maid,
What I’m seeing on your dash is just a prolonged prank of April Fools, yes? Surely, you are simply living up to your title of Trickster! I do love the jokes that come out of your little drawings and musings, but I’m afraid this one flew over my head like Cupid’s arrow over your heart.
- 🏹 :(
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AWWW ROOK ANON- I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU HAD TO COME BACK TO THIS 😭 Don’t hit me with the :( - My heart can’t take it. I’m sorry you had to witness the cursed betrayal- Rook will always be mine and Cloche’ number 1! (In all seriousness it’s just platonic appreciation, trust)
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miwnet · 7 months
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introducing: MOTIONLESS IN WHITE APPRECIATION WEEK
Join us as we celebrate Motionless in White and everything we love about them and their music! This event will be taking place from November 27th to December 3rd. Everyone is welcome to participate, and this event is open to all creators!
Please make sure to tag your creations with #miwweek so we can see what you’ve made and reblog them here it @miwnet!
PROMPTS:
Day 1 (November 27): favorite song(s)/lyrics
Day 2 (November 28): favorite album
Day 3 (November 29): favorite music video(s)
Day 4 (November 30): favorite live performance
Day 5 (December 1): favorite band member
Day 6 (December 2): color
Day 7 (December 3): free choice
We hope you can join in the fun, whether it’s one day or all week! If you have any questions or need further clarification, please feel free to send them to our askbox. :)
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dhampiravidi · 2 months
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rhea ripley & chris motionless
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oh my gaaaaaaAAAAA—
I’m guessing she used a MIW song as her intro (or they know the Internet said they look similar) but by gods this is such an awesome photo. Also they’re both pretty, if that’s not clear. Weirdly enough though, I have a crush on Rhea Ripley, not Chris Motionless (who I think is SO fucking talented & kind).
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weheartchrisevans · 2 years
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Chris Evans - Sexiest Man Alive photoshoot for People Magazine.
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omoi-wa-carnaval · 7 months
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watcher0033 · 1 year
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Oscars 2023, List of Crimes:
Jimmy Kimmel’s lackluster and insensitive jokes going over the edge of criminality for disrespecting Malala Yousafzai
Angela Basset, Stephanie Hsu being the strongest contenders for Best Supporting Actress. ROBBED by token white side-character in a POC-centric film.
Giving multiple awards and nominations to a war film centered on disillusionment and tragedies of war while NOT giving their international platform to warzoned countries like Ukraine 🇺🇦 to spread awareness and seek aid, but sure let’s invite rich people Russians speaking politics in said international platform.
The Academy celebrating the first Asian Best Actress in the 95 years Oscars has existed. Nuff said. We have the right to celebrate. They don’t.
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ncisladaily · 1 year
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Since the show is wrapping it’s 14 Season run tonight, I would like to say a lot of thank yous today to a lot of people. 🥰
1st, To all the Series Regulars this show had over the years! A very special thank you to letting us get to know you all and to love you for so long. Linda, Chris, Todd, Dani, Barrett, Peter, Adam, Eric, Renee, Miguel (NEVER FORGOTTEN!!), Nia, Medalion, Caleb and Gerald, thank you all so much for all the memories! 🤗
2nd, To all the followers this blog has amassed over the years! I’m glad you all found this fun site and decided to stick with it.
3rd, To all the wonderful fan content creators on here for all your fun stuff!
4th, To the OG admins of this wonderful blog. Thank you for making and preserving this blog for as long as you did, and to Megan for passing this on to me in 2020.
It’s been a real blast to get to report on this show and to make and share fun content on here for so long of a period.
And not to worry, this blog ain’t going away anytime soon. :) New content will always be welcome (just keep being inspired!). Plus, we enjoy getting to talk about what the cast is doing! We’ll always gladly report on any future cameos in other NCIS’s.
And plus, if a Hetty prequel, or any kind of prequel or spin off to this show happens (it’d be soooo wonderful though if a Hetty prequel was made though!), we’ll gladly report on it with vim and vigor! 
Cheers to everyone 🍷, and I hope you all enjoy the final episode and the 1 hour retrospective!
-Maria ( @blogger360ncislarules )
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thewizardingelite · 9 months
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ADMIN NOTICE: CHARACTERS RETIRED
Matt & Elliot Ayers have been retired, meaning their faceclaim, Chris Evans, has been released. Any previous post tagged with Matt or Elliot will remain as is, however, they are completely removed from the groups canon, including stories, family trees, etc. Be sure to update any lore related to your characters that had a connection with the Ayers twins.
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me-and-my-ramekins · 8 months
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This is my spanish project, look at it and despair
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thru-the-grapevine · 1 year
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[8:25 PM] “Too bad the game got rained out, huh?” Chris grinned as you both slogged, soaking wet, into the entryway of his townhouse. “It was just getting good, too.”
“Ugh” was all you had to say as you attempted to wring out the sopping material of your shirt.
“You can borrow something of mine, c’mon,” Chris said, pressing a quick kiss to your temple and beckoning you to follow him up the stairs.
He could hear his roommates making a racket in their rooms, as usual, as he made his way to his room. So long as they didn’t come out to terrorize you, Chris was fine with the noise. It had taken such a long, careful process of coaxing you out of your shell, and the additional risk of confessing his feelings to you, before you both got to this point. He didn’t want Jisung or Changbin making it harder for you both.
“Do you have something warmer than just a t-shirt?” You asked as Chris closed his bedroom door behind him.
“Yeah, I’ve got sweaters and stuff in my closet, help yourself,” he offered, going over to his dresser to find a clean shirt.
Once he’d changed, his eye caught on the lyrics notebook on his desk. He picked it up, flopping back on his bed and examining the latest page. Where had he left off? He knew this one had been stumping him somewhere.
“Where should I put my wet stuff?” You asked.
“Oh, you can just lay it over my desk…chair…”
Chris set the notebook down slowly and sat up, staring.
You gave him a Look. “Don’t. Don’t you say a word.”
“No, no, like…it’s just,” Chris paused, taking in the sight of you in an oversized light blue sweater he’d completely forgotten he owned. “I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
“Yes, well, they were the dry ones,” you said wryly, laying your shirt over the back of his desk chair as instructed.
“Hmm,” Chris said, still staring.
You turned back to him and folded your arms over your chest. “Are you going to be like this every time I wear something of yours? Or even something particularly colorful?”
Chris valiantly fought back a grin. “…No.”
You sighed, sitting next to him on the bed and resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re the worst liar I’ve ever seen.”
“Sorry,” Chris grinned, not sorry at all.
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miwnet · 4 months
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REINTRODUCING MIWNET
Been a while since we’ve reintroduced ourselves! We are MIWNET, a source blog dedicated to the American metalcore band, Motionless in White, the band members, and their music. We track #miwnet, so please, feel free to tag us in your gifs, graphics, or art!
We are currently accepting new members and affiliates! If you’re interested in applying, please fill out the form here. Members are asked to create original content for the blog at least once a month.
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dhampiravidi · 2 months
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Dua Lipa, Lady Gaga, Chris Motionless & Noah Sebastian are so fucking talented. Just watch their live stuff & you can tell how high quality their sound is--
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weheartchrisevans · 2 years
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fruity season day 6: Bang Chan & trust
>> I'll never leave you behind. <<
~ Admin S
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moonlightchn · 1 year
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🐺 BANGCHAN'S AS WOLVES 🐺
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🌓 𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊 🌓
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❄️ 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋. 𝕷𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓. 𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜��𝖓𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊.
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🌕 𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖓 🌕
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❄️ 𝕬 𝖘𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖕𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖗 𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. 𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊.
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🌗 𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 🌗
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❄️ 𝕻𝖗𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖞 𝖘𝖕𝖚𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗, 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗.
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