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abibliophobiaa · 2 months

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the ghost of you

eddie munson x f!reader. (1.2k words).

warnings: grief; angst; major character death.

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Raining.

It always rained on crappy days. The ones where clients yelled, your boss had you contemplating how much you really needed your job, when coworkers had you ready to toss your notebook across the workroom and shout into the open air just to expel some of the stress radiating from your form.

It also happened to rain on a day you thought you might try and get some fresh air for once, what with the weather warming in Hawkins after a brutal few months. You regretted that decision now — regretted even more so that you left your jacket at home, deeming your blouse enough to keep you warm from the slight chill still clinging to the air as spring turned into summer.

That same blouse clung to your form now. Felt like it was pasted to your body as you flicked on the light to your apartment, illuminating the space. Take away boxes lined the countertops. Your coffee table still had one too many mugs on the surface. The dishes were piled high in the sink. The garbage probably needed to be taken out soon, but you decided that was for another day.

You huffed a sigh, stripping down to your bra as you marched down the short hall into your bedroom, brushing your fingers along the strings of Eddie’s guitar as you always did before pulling out a long tee shirt and slipping it over your form. Jeans were kicked off your thighs and shorts were tugged on to replace them, feet sliding into a pair of slippers on your side of the bed.

Humming to yourself, you began washing the dishes in the sink, listening to voicemail after voicemail left on your answering machine. The last of which being Steve’s voice spilling through the speaker, “Hoping today went well. First day back, right? If you need anything, let us know. Rob and I love you, okay?”

A smile quirked your lips, growing further as a pair of arms slipped around your form, pulling you against a firm chest. “Careful with that knife, baby. You know what happened last time. Can’t afford another ER bill.”

You huffed out a laugh, dropping the knife into the dish rack. “Maybe I wouldn’t have needed three stitches if you hadn’t distracted me that day with your wandering hands, would I?”

“Touché, sweetheart,” he snorted, hopping up onto the counter. “Rough day?”

“Everyone…was fine.”

“Just fine?”

With a nod, you said, “Just treated me differently. Like I was, I don’t know, fragile. Walked around me like they were all on eggshells.”

“And how are you feeling?” he asked, head tipping to the side. “Today was a big day.”

It was. First day back, just like Steve said. “I’m…okay.”

“Just okay?”

“Just…okay.” How could you be anything but? “I missed you. I always miss you.”

“I know,” Eddie sighed. “Baby, you’re wearing a mark into that dish.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered out. Tossed the dish into the sink. Sunk down with your back against the kitchen cabinets, knees curled tight to your chest. “I thought I could do it, but I can’t.”

Eddie appeared near your hip, a hand on your shoulder, lips at your temple. “And that’s okay. No one said it needed to be today — or even next week. Hell, not even next year. There are no timelines on this shit.”

“There should be no timeline at all,” you cried, pushing into the heat of his body, the circle of his arms. “It shouldn’t have happened at all.”

“Life is cruel. We don’t always get what we want. We make plans and the guy upstairs laughs, right?” Eddie chuckled weakly, a watery thing, a sound that cleaved your heart. “But you tried. And that’s all that matters. I’m proud of you.”

“It's just…I hate this.” Your head fell against his lap, his fingers curling with your own, his other palm resting against your hip. “It feels like there’s this giant hole in my chest and it’s never going to go away. Every time it beats is a reminder of how different everything is — how unfair it all is. How I’m like this and —”

“It won’t always be this way,” he whispered, holding your fingers tighter, holding you closer. “It’s hard now. It feels like shit now. But every day you’re doing better. You’re smiling more. You’re taking care of yourself. Laughing — and you know I love that laugh. There will be those moments where you’re back there, where you remember. And you’ll always remember. One day you’ll find it won’t hurt as much. It’ll still be there, it’ll have happened, but it won’t feel like this impossible thing.”

“That scares me the most,” you choked out, back of your hand swiping at your eyes. “The pain makes it real. It makes us real. It makes you real. If it goes away…I’m afraid I’ll start to forget. That it’ll have all been a memory.”

“Baby…”

“I don’t want to close my eyes some nights, because that’s usually when I daydream, and I’m starting to forget all the lines of your face. The dimple in your smile. Exactly how your hair falls. I forget the sound of your laugh, your voice…I miss the sound of your heartbeat every night.”

You breathed in a shaky breath, heart shattering in your chest. “I’m afraid I’ll wake up one day and you’ll be gone. Forever this time.”

At least now you have him like this.

Like a ghost you dance with every night in your living room.

“I’ll always be with you, you know?” He pushed at your shoulder a little, rolling you onto your back, your head still in his lap. His hand rested over your sternum, over the space behind your ribs where your vital organ twisted painfully. “Right here. Corny as it is, but I’m allowed a pass because I’m —”

“Don’t say it,” you pleaded, cupping his cheek with a palm.

You couldn’t feel him — not really. But you pretended when he visited you like this. Tried to remember, tried to hold on to what once was — what would no longer be.

“I’ll love you forever, you know?”

Tears glowed in his eyes.

Unshed, yet there all the same.

“I died loving you,” he continued, “so it’ll always be true.”

“I think you took some of that love with you,” you whimpered, trying to remember the way his forehead felt against yours as you leaned up to rest yours against his.

“You’ll love again,” he said, though you vehemently shook your head ‘no.’ “Your heart's too big to keep it shut forever.”

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

He smiled softly. “Then we won’t. Not today, okay? Come here. Let me hold you.”

He stood to his feet, holding out a hand to you. You stood in the circle of his arms, cradled in his love, praying that this wasn’t the last time. Just like you did every time he came to visit before it.

“I like this with you — dancing with you in our kitchen.” He whispered the words against the crown of your head. You rested your ear against his quiet chest. “I wish I had told you more…before.”

“You can tell me now.”

“I like dancing with you in our kitchen.”

“Me too,” you told him, swaying to the sound of the rain falling outside. “Please tell me you’ll be back.”

“I will.” A promise. “One day I won’t be, though. And you’ll be okay.”

“But not today?” you pleaded, looking up into those eyes you missed so much.

“Not today.” He sealed the promise with the whisper of a kiss. “Today I just want to hold you.”

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#lunaloveseddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson angst #Spotify

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fuck-you-upmusicbracket · 3 months

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Wait For It (Hamilton)

Death doesn't discriminate/Between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes...I am the one thing in life I can control...I'm not falling behind or running late/I'm not standing still I am lying in wait

"The song is about lying in wait for the right chance to act and thrive, even if the wait is long and makes you want to act rashly. The character (im not american i dont know and dont care about most of the real political implications of the characters in hamilton its just funny songs to me) says that he's holding on to his family's legacy, that he's survived through the years when many many others have died, and that "if there's a reason he's still alive when so many have died then he's willing to wait for it" to show. Cue one (or more) covid lockdown(s) and you get the perfect song to sing along while social distancing/paying attention to everything/staying home/vaccinating/kinda losing time on the side and just wading through classwork and friendships while isolated. It was a very fuck me up song."

Poll Runner: The 'slowly sliding into villain territory' song. Gives you chills with the 'wait for it' chanting in the background, and really the first moment in the musical that we get to dig into Burr's character and the 'why' of it all. It's a really powerful song.

The Night We Met (Lord Huron)

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you/Take me back to the night we met/I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you/Take me back to the night we met

"Song for when it's already too late and you just want to turn back the clock"

Poll Runner: chills every time. Definitely my favourite Lord Huron song.

#fuck you up bracket #tournament #polls #hamilton #lord huron

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theobjectofyourire · 2 years

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Eleventh Doctor x reader fluff disguised as smut because it’s actually the reader’s first time and they’re really nervous. But the Doctor’s incredibly sweet and patient. Kind of inspired by the Daemyra scene from episode seven? I’m still not over it.

a/n: wow wow wow I cannot tell you how much I loved this!! seriously this was so much fun to write and so perfect for my first request! thank you so so much, anon, I really hope you like it!

word count: 3.2k

cw: some angst and hurt/comfort vibes in the beginning, worries of unrequited love - but it all gets resolved, so much build up, definitely gets spicy later on, I think the request pretty much sums it up

ps. if you want The Feels, the song I imagine them dancing to is The Night We Met by Lord Huron

Enjoy!

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A Thing Of Poetry

Your cheeks flush as reality begins to settle around you, adrenaline leaving your senses far more alert than you'd like. The chill of the ocean breeze does little to cool your skin, let alone soothe your ego, and it all seems a terrible joke that despite having a Time Lord by your side, you're incapable of erasing this moment from history.

You'd need only travel a few minutes into the past, just enough to create a distraction, some sort of loud noise that would send you both back to his blue box, or out exploring beyond the sands. It wouldn't be anything serious, not in the big scheme of things. Of course, there was always the chance that your past self would run into your current self and tear a hole in the fabric of space and time, which admittedly seemed rather an extreme risk for what essentially amounted to an embarrassment. It's also exactly why the Doctor would never allow it, and it isn't as if you could fly the Tardis without him. Not that you would want to. You can't imagine one without the other.

No, the only thing you truly want right now is for this unbearable, almost unbelievable silence to end. He's the Doctor, your Doctor, who not a few hours ago managed to talk for ten minutes straight without so much as taking a breath. The same man who once explained water in such a way that by the end of it, even the poor fish was confused. The Time Lord who has a clever, if not somewhat silly reply to everything and everyone in the whole of the universe, and yet, here and now, seems incapable of uttering a single word.

You've done the impossible in rendering him speechless, and you're not entirely sure how to feel about it. Unsettled seems a good word. Awkward, chastened, terrified, the list goes ever on, but you're trying not to dwell on it too much. Instead, you attempt to refocus your attentions by observing him, hoping to discern something of an understanding from his movements.

He stares at you with wide eyes, unreadable save for the obvious shock. His long lashes continue to flutter the way they always do when excited or nervous, and his fingers are trailing along his bottom lip as if examining a precious artifact.

You wonder if you've made a terrible mistake.

His gaze begins to wander, drifting from yours to the midnight sea stretched before you. At the end of a trying day and a few near misses, he'd asked to take you here, a moonlit beach at the edge of the world. A world, he said, where dragons once roamed. Your face lit up at the mere mention.

I knew you'd love it.

You'd nestled yourselves in the sand, just a little distance from the incoming tide. You hadn't any blankets or towels, only a knit jumper and his body heat to keep you warm. It had been, by all accounts, the perfect evening.

It might have stayed that way.

You never should have kissed him.

Your Doctor lets out a deep sigh, a sound so uncertain, you think your heart might break. You can't bear the silence a minute longer.

"I'm sorry," you choke as you haul yourself to your feet, all but running back to the Tardis.

"Y/n," he murmurs. His voice is soft and painfully kind, enough to make you consider turning back. You can't help but imagine the way he'd wrap his arms around you, holding you tightly as he kissed the top of your head, comforting and consoling you until the dawn. All you want is to snuggle into him, but you're already fighting back tears, and it doesn't seem fair to let the Doctor see you cry.

You force yourself to keep going. He says your name again, louder this time as he shuffles about the sand. You hear him curse (his idea of cursing, anyway) as he slips, unable to get a firm footing, but you keep your eyes fixed straight ahead as you trudge across the beach. Knowing his coordination, or lack thereof, you have a few minutes before he catches up with you.

You find yourself trembling as you fling yourself into the Tardis, propping the door shut behind you. She rumbles, seeming to sense your distress.

"I'm alright," you mumble, burying your face in your hands. "I'll be alright."

The Tardis lets out a low groan.

"I know," you heave a sigh. "I don't buy it, either."

You run your hand along the rails as you make your way towards the stairs. You plan on going straight to bed, but you've not made it two steps into the hall before you find yourself on the other side of the console.

You swear you can hear crickets chirping as you glance around. Did you take a wrong turn? You must've done.

You give your head a good shake before returning to the stairs, taking them two at a time and heading to your right. You end up exactly where you were a few seconds ago, steps away from the Tardis console, in full view of the doors.

"Oh, god, no." Your voice is little more than a whine. Even to your own ears, you sound like a child, but you can't bring yourself to care. "No, no, no, don't do this to me," you plead with the ship, panicking as you hear the Doctor's voice getting closer.

You run up the stairs again, though you don't know why you bother. The Tardis keeps putting you back in the console room, determined for you to be there when the Doctor arrives. Unfortunately for the both of you, you're too stubborn to simply give in.

"You're just like him, you know," you grumble as you head up the stairs, yet again. "Neither of you play fair."

The Tardis hums sympathetically. Where do you think he learned it from?

You snort as you keep walking. The whole thing becomes somewhat soothing - like walking in a circle without getting dizzy. That's how he finds you, arguing with his old girl while walking in a loop, disappearing up the stairs before reappearing seconds later on the other side.

You're too caught up in your own whirlwind of frustrations to notice the Doctor, who's currently leaning against one of the rails and smiling something proud.

Look at you.

Stomping around the Tardis, arguing with her as if she were your own, refusing to surrender despite knowing you can't possibly win...right now, you look a little less human and a little more Time Lord.

Though he tries to suppress it, you can't help but hear his giggle. You turn on your heel with a glare, staring him down. "What?" You flinch at the venom in your voice, but it doesn't seem to fluster him in the least. He just keeps on beaming.

"Oh, nothing, nothing at all," he chuckles as he rubs his hands together, a cheeky glint in his eye. "Just reminding me of meself."

You cross your arms. "Oh, am I?"

The Tardis gives another little rumble, which the Doctor matches in turn. "Yes," he smirks, straightening his bow tie. "Yes, you are."

You try desperately to cling to your anger, an ire so warm it's nearly burned away even the deepest of insecurities, but it doesn't stand a chance against your Doctor. His lopsided grin is already beginning to quell your irritation, leaving you more vulnerable than you'd like. Anxiety trembles in your core while shame coils itself around your heart and in an instant, you remember why you're stuck in this predicament in the first place.

You never should have kissed him.

You chew at the inside of your cheek, offering him a small smile you hope looks sincere. Of course, it doesn't help that you can barely meet his gaze.

In four long strides, he's made his way over to you, eyes alert and brows furrowed. "Something's wrong." His voice is low, a slight growl in the back of his throat the way there always is when he's serious.

You shake your head. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not," he mutters, looking you up and down as if you're something to be analyzed, searching for a crack in the surface. Your Doctor, always looking for some physical wound, some stretch of skin easily mended. You feel exposed when his cheeks flush, realization dawning on his features.

"Oh."

You manage a nod, gulping down a bit of tension. "Yeah."

"Oh, Y/n," he sighs as he leans in, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead against yours. His breath is warm on your skin, like a campfire beneath an autumn moon. If only you could stop thinking of his lips.

"I'm sorry," you mumble.

He pulls away just then, making you regret having said anything at all. "For what?"

He's looking at you with such concern, at once both gentle and steadfast. It certainly isn't a help to your poor heart, which is beating approximately five times faster than it should be. He's really going to make you say it, isn't he?

Your fingers are shaking as you run a hand through your hair, forcing yourself to look at your shoes, at the console, anywhere but his face. "I shouldn't have kissed you."

Kissed. Such a small word, a thing of poetry, and yet it feels like an awkward curse as it tumbles out of your mouth, tasting of something forbidden. You feel so tiny. So silly. You just wish you could disappear. You just wish he could say something to make it all better.

"Why?"

Well, that isn't what you had in mind.

You bounce on the balls of your feet, completely overwhelmed with nervous energy. "Why did I kiss you?"

"Why are you sorry?"

You perk up, daring to look at him as a little spark of hope begins to flutter in your chest. His brows are still furrowed, confusion etched on every line of his face, both endlessly ancient and unfathomably young. Such a beautiful contradiction, your Doctor. The way he's looking at you...

"I...your reaction," you stammer. "I thought you didn't like...I thought you didn't want..."

You trail off as he breaks into a grin, taking your face in both of his hands and again, you find yourself feeling tiny. This time, you don't mind it so much.

"Oh, Y/n." His voice is soft, almost a whisper. His thumb grazes your cheek, wiping away a fallen tear. "My silly, wondrous, Y/n."

You're about to say something, ask him a question, perhaps, but you never get the chance. His lips are already brushing against yours, immeasurably soft with a tender passion you had only ever dreamt of. Your breath catches itself in your throat as his long lashes tickle your skin, his grip on you tightening as he loses himself in a kiss filled with a lifetime of yearning.

You wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him close until his chest is against yours and you can feel his hearts, both beating almost as quickly as your own. You can't stop yourself from moaning into his mouth as he presses you up against the rails, no more than you can help the shiver down your spine when he echoes it back to you.

You find yourself trembling as he pulls away, admiring the slight blush that still lingers on his cheeks. "I've wanted to do that since the moment you first stumbled into my Tardis," he murmurs, offering a smile as sweet as it is mischievous. He sweeps his thumb across your lower lip, chuckling as you suppress another moan. "I never imagined you wanted the same."

"More than anything in the world," you admit, swallowing down a shaky breath.

He gives you a wink. "Which one?" God, he's sly.

You slide your hands down his chest, wrapping your fingers around his suspenders and giving them a playful snap. You could swear he growls in response. "All of them, Doctor. I want you more than all of them."

He takes one of your hands in his, eyes refusing to leave yours. He presses his lips against the soft skin of your wrist, gentle, and yet desperately possessive. "What are we waiting for?"

He slowly leads you around the console, drawing you nearer the stairs, but despite the fact that your desire is growing by the second, you can't ignore the nervousness in the pit of your stomach.

"Doctor..."

You curse your voice for wavering, wishing you could maintain any semblance of the confidence you felt a minute ago. If you're being entirely honest, part of you is terrified. Not of the Doctor, never of the Doctor, but of disappointing him. After all, you aren't as experienced as most humans, let alone a thousand year old Time Lord.

He needs only glance at your expression to see your apprehensiveness, and it doesn't take a moment for him to spring into action. The lust in his gaze is replaced with something softer as he strokes the back of your hand. "Y/n?" he asks, his voice overflowing with care.

"I...I haven't...well, you know how some people...you know, most people..."

His forehead is all scrunched up as he tries to make sense of your words. You can't blame him, of course, you can hardly make sense of them, yourself. You hadn't thought any of this out, but you're determined to get through to the end.

"I'm what you might consider," you continue, uncertainly, "well, that is to say that I'm not one to have participated in...you know, I've never..."

Mercifully, understanding flashes in the Doctor's eyes before you manage to butcher another sentence.

"Oh!"

"Yeah."

"I see." He runs a hand over his jaw, eyes darting about the console room as he contemplates. You start to curse yourself again, worrying you'd ruined it all. You shouldn't have said anything. Why did you always have to say something?

"Oi, you," he murmurs, kind but firm. "Stop that."

"What?"

"Getting lost in that head of yours." You nod sheepishly. He's right, seeing through your anxieties as he so often does.

"Doctor?" you ask, hesitantly. "I want this. I wasn't lying, earlier. I want this more than anything, and maybe I shouldn't have told you-"

"Oi," he interrupts, wagging his finger like the silly old man that he is. "What did I just say?"

"Get out of my own head."

"Exactly." He taps the end of your nose, making you smile and squirm. "I'm glad you told me. If this is what you want-"

It's your turn to interrupt. "It is."

He smiles and squeezes your hand. "Do you trust me?"

You don't even consider your answer. You've known it all along. "Always."

He winks and snaps his fingers. The Tardis dims her lights as music starts playing from the console. A song from your world, a song he knows you love more than anything. The lyrics always made you think of him.

He brings your hand to his lips as he bows, tipping an imaginary hat and beaming when it makes you giggle. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close, his voice but a whisper in your ear as you dance in the heart of his ship.

"You're divine," he hums, kissing the base of your throat. Your hands slide into his hair as he lightly sucks the sensitive skin, cheeks flushed from the sensations as well as his words. You can feel him smiling as you shiver. "I want to show you."

"Show me, Doctor?" You're nearly breathless. "Show me what?"

He brings his lips back to yours, engulfing you in a kiss so longing, so endless, it cannot but threaten tears at the sheer romance of it all. It nearly shatters you when he breaks away, caressing your cheek as his green eyes, full of stars, pour into yours.

"I want to show you how brilliant you are," he murmurs. "I want to show you just how much I adore you."

You gaze up at him, lashes fluttering as you blush. The music seems quieter, somehow, and it's only when your eyes drift from the Doctor that you realize you're no longer in the console room.

The Tardis, it seems, transported the both of you to your bedroom. You can't help but giggle.

"Too right, old girl," he chuckles, looking up at the ceiling and giving her a salute. "Too right."

He takes off his jacket, draping it over a chair before shrugging off his suspenders. Next is his bow tie, which he slowly unravels and sets gently atop one of your shelves. He's undone two or three of his shirt buttons when you still his hands with yours.

His eyes are twinkling as you make your way down to the last, brushing aside the fabric to run your fingers along his chest. It's his breath that shakes, now, as you explore further, hands toying with the zip of his trousers.

He swallows a moan as he stops you. As much as he wants to know what your hands would feel like around him, it can wait. This night is about you.

With a kiss that leaves you trembling, he begins to undress you, an act that can only be described as reverent. He presses his lips against every inch of your bare skin, the shock of the cool air immediately soothed by the warmth of his breath.

When you're standing before him, all but bare, he sinks to his knees and asks once more if you trust him.

"Yes," you whisper.

He places loving kisses along your hip bones before moving down to your thighs, holding you steady when you begin to quiver with anticipation. Your hands tangle themselves in his hair, gripping tight as he gets closer and closer to your aching sex.

"Please," you beg, not even certain what you're begging for.

He smiles against your skin. "As you wish."

Head between your thighs, you call out for him, your voice little more than a whine as his tongue swirls around you, sucking at your most sensitive spot all but dripping with arousal.

"Doctor," you murmur breathlessly as his fingers slide inside you, unlocking secrets even you were unaware of. He hums your name, the vibrations sending intense waves of pleasure through your core. You cling to him for dear life as you clench around his fingers, your own digging into his scalp.

The orgasm feels endless. You wonder if it is. If the Tardis is somehow looping time, or if the Doctor is simply that good. Something tells you it's the latter. The thought sends a tingle down your spine.

He licks his lips, swallowing your arousal with a moan as he looks up at you with a smile. "Do you have any idea how delicious you taste?"

You giggle as you cover your face, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks yet again. He rises from his knees, kissing his way up your body until his lips are against yours, the ache between your thighs already returning. You're still shivering from his fingers, his tongue, everything he did, and it hasn't gone unnoticed.

"Don't worry, my love," he purrs. "The night is just beginning."

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pernillemagda · 9 months

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Ok, after many research I think this one might be the interview where P talks about the s*x playlist. I don’t know how true it is, we’ll see. If some anon has the suscription (or knows how to look at it ;) please share that part. I’ll try to later as well.

https://gaffa.dk/artikler/2017/juli/em-aktuelle-pernille-harder-jeg-er-i-gang-med-at-laere-at-spille-guitar-jeg-har-altid-vaeret-imponeret-nar-folk-spiller-godt-guitar/

Here is the translation. It was an interview she gave during the Euro's 2017 and is about what kind of music she listens to, for different occasions.

Name: Pernille Harder

Age: 24 years

Relationship status: Girlfriend with Swedish soccer player Magdalena Eriksson

Profession: Professional footballer in the German Bundesliga club VfL Wolfsburg and captain of the Danish women's national team, which will play in the European Championship finals in the Netherlands in July.

Do you come from a home with a piano? No, there weren't many instruments in our home.

Do you play an instrument yourself? I am in the process of learning to play the guitar. I've always been impressed when people play guitar well, so I thought I'd give it a try.

Have you ever dreamed of becoming a musician? When I was little, I wanted to be a pop star, and there were several times when, after school, I had my own concert at home in the living room. However, it never came to fruition.

Do you sing in the bath (or elsewhere)? Yes, I sing in the bath. As soon as some good music is played, I usually sing along.

What does music mean to you? Music means a lot to me. I always listen to music. Music puts me in a good mood, and I often dance around at home in my apartment.

How do you listen to music (stream, download, physical)? I listen to music on Spotify.

Who is your favorite artist? I actually have a lot of favorite artists and I listen to music from the 60s right up to today. I love old songs like You Never Can Tell with Chuck Berry. When I hear it, I can't stand still. Roxette is definitely one of my favorites along with Yazoo who also have a lot of great songs. When I'm just in chill mode, I listen a lot to artists like Coldplay, Haim and Lana Del Ray.

What kind of music can't you stand listening to? One of the only things I can't stand listening to is hard rock.

Which song will you choose at the karaoke bar? I would definitely go for Fading Like A Flower with Roxette.

What song do you associate with your first love? I associate Falling with Haim with my first crush. A song that was listened to a lot.

What is the perfect music for an erotic evening? For an erotic evening, I would put Wicked Game with Chris Isaak, Let’s Get It On with Marvin Gaye and Lust for Life with Lana Del Rey on my playlist.

What do you prefer to hear on Sunday morning? On a Sunday morning, I go into chill mode and, as previously mentioned, I listen to artists like Coldplay, Haim and Lana Del Rey.

Which song will definitely get you on the dance floor? Another One Bites the Dust with Queen. It's a rock-solid choice if I'm going out on the dance floor.

What is the first song you remember? The first song I can remember has to be a Rocazino song. Ridder Lykke was played a lot at home when I was younger.

What song can bring tears to your eyes? Most deep songs can bring tears to my eyes if I'm in a down mood. The Night We Met with Lord Huron often brings a tear to my eye.

What music should be played at your funeral? The music that’s now played at a funeral. Preferably some music that spreads a little joy.

Have you been to the opera? No, I've never been to the opera.

Have you been to a festival? Yes, I've been on a few so far in my life, and will definitely be on more in the future.

What has been your best concert experience? The best was a concert with Roxette. I have always loved Roxette and listened to them throughout my childhood. So it was a very special concert with many memories.

If you were to date a musician, who would it be? Now, I haven't mentioned Robbie Williams in the whole interview, but I think a date with him will be interesting. He seems like a very lively and funny person.

#pernille harder #music #magdalena eriksson #playlist #spotify

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dispatchwithlove · 1 month

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Tagged by @sinelaborenihilsr2 Thanks, friend 😊

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals <3

This is from a Hozier Mix playlist spotify made for me. I've been enjoying it very much. It's chill and dreamy and has all my favorite artists. Just these 5 songs listed here, guh, my heart sways 💞

Like Real People Do - Hozier

To Love - Suki Waterhouse

I Lied - Lord Huron

Chemtrails Over the Country Club - Lana Del Rey

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

I'll tag @diaphanouso @angry-jager @serendipitys-teapot @kalliesa @dwarrowdams @dulcidyne No pressure but I'd love to hear what you're listening to :)

#tag game #my playlist

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thesixthchaosgod · 4 months

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Downed with one of Nurgle's gifts and thus unable to paint (common cold) and I'm reading this but I gotta ask does it get better?

Why does Mike Brooks need to pull you back constantly from the story to let you know how badass Huron is? It's really frustrating honestly

Because it feels like this "any normal traitor Astartes would have failed here.... BUT NOT HURON MOTHERFUCKING BLACKHEART *sick guitar shred sound* OH NO! HURON HAS NEVER FAILED ANYTHING ONCE IN HIS LIFE FOR HE IS HURON, HURON BLACKHEART THE COOLEST TRAITOR MARINE TO EVER EXIST" like bro chill, I already think he's dope so just continue with the story as that's quite interesting?

Even Abaddon didn't need to be boasted so much in his novel lmao.

(note, I'm not hating on the story or the writer, just the constant unnecessary boasting of Huron)

#Need more things to read but most of what I wanna read is quite hard to get in book form :c #Also face reveal in my spoon? Just noticed that lmao #Not redoing it to hide myself though

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ourtearsofrain · 8 months

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Salty Dogs, Anyone? (J.M.K/O.C) (Save a Horse Universe)

Summary: Continuation/offshoot of Ride a Cowboy; what happens between Josh and Austin that night.

Pairings: Josh Kiszka x Male OC

Genre: fluff, drabble

Word Count: 1 k

Warnings: none, they’re cute and gay; brief mentions/implication of sex between Sam and Danny, and Josh and Austin, but as lighthearted comments or jokes.

A/N: I would highly highly recommend reading Save a Horse and Ride a Cowboy, as this is a sort of continuation/offshoot of Ride a Cowboy. Hope y’all like this short little fic, I’ve really enjoyed expanding on the stories of the boys and their oc boyfriends :)

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[Brief excerpt from Ride a Cowboy as a timeline reminder]:

They reach Josh and Austin, and Danny taps on his brother’s shoulder to pull his attention away from his partner. He has to almost yell over the music, “Hey, Sam and I are heading out right now, so if you want to stay, you’ll need another ride.”

Josh’s face is immediately painted with concern, “Alright, you guys ok?” His eyes sweep over Sam, noticing the way he was beginning to uncomfortably adjust his jeans. “Oh- never mind I see you guys are more than ok.” He says with a smirk.

Austin inserts himself into the conversation, “I can take Josh home if y’all are needin’ to split.”

“Sounds good, thanks. I’m gonna go let Jake know too.”

“You two have fun.” Josh says with a wink, before Danny turns and pulls Sam towards Jake and Sirena.

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Josh turns his attention back to Austin, who’s looking at him with a quizzical smile as they resume their dance.

“What?” Josh says with a laugh.

Austin shakes his head at him, laughing with him. “Nothin’, it’s just you’re very, how do I say this? Chill, or casual about the fact they’re obviously leavin’ to knock boots, considering it’s your younger brother.”

Josh shrugs, “I don’t know, I mean, all things fuck. The trees fuck, the birds fuck, the bees fuck. Humans fuck. I mean it’s still a little ew considering, yeah, it’s my little brother but,” he pauses as Austin spins him, “I mean if he’s gonna fuck, I’d rather it be with someone I know loves him.”

“I see your point, darlin’. That’s a very mature, I mean an interestin’, but still a mature way to put it. I’m glad they have each other. I’ve only known Dan for about a year, but whenever I third wheeled with ‘em these last few months, I could tell they love each other dearly.”

Josh smiles at his observation, “Yeah, as I always say: where there is love, we must live on.”

“You say that? Sure you ain’t quotin’ some fancy-shmancy philosopher?”

He laughs at Austins comment, “Yeah pretty sure that’s an original Joshua Kiszka thought.”

“Well, that’s a mighty beautiful thought, darlin’.”

Josh’s face lights up at the compliment. “Thank you, Austin.”

Before he can say “You’re welcome”, the song changes, a look of excited recognition passing over Josh’s face.

“I’ve been lost before and I’m lost again I guess.

But I never lost this feeling or this pounding in my chest.

I have travelled many miles, I don’t wanna walk no more.

Every road and every highway led me right back to your door.”

“I love this song!”

“Sounds familiar, but you might have to remind me what it is, darlin’.”

“Love Me Like You Used To by Lord Huron, I love his music, it makes me want to fuck off into the woods and frolic or some shit.”

Austin laughs loudly at his comment, “Again, that’s an interestin’ way to put it but I see what you’re gettin’ at, darlin’.”

Josh chuckles, “Thank you?”

He begins singing along to the song as they dance, their movements slow and fluid as they easily match the pace of the song.

“When I open up the door, will you know me from the rest?

Will you let me lay beside you? Will you grant me my request?”

Austin listens quietly, watching his mouth as a content smile plays across his lips as he sings. “You’ve got a beautiful singin’ voice, darlin’.”

Josh blushes a deep red at the praise, becoming slightly bashful. “Thank you. Y’know this is the second time you’ve complimented me tonight with something about me being “beautiful”. I feel bad for not returning the favor.” He jokes.

“Don’t, darlin’. You’re a beautiful person, you deserve for someone to remind you every once ‘n a while.”

Josh looks down, too flustered to make eye contact with him as he builds his courage. “Again, thank you. Can I…” his nerves cut him off, causing him to take a second to gather his bravery again. He looks back up at Austin, bringing his arms up to rest on his shoulders, crossing his wrists behind his head. “Can I kiss you?”

Austin grins, “Course you can, darlin’.”

Josh brings his lips up to Austin, slightly pulling him down into their kiss with his wrists, still crossed behind his head. Austins hands find a place on his sides, drawing him towards his body.

They stand this way for a few seconds as everything else fades into background noise and they lose themselves in the other. They both pull away at the same time, smiling as they stand with their foreheads pressed together, eyes closed as they take the moment in.

“Wanna get outta here?” Austin asks. When he sees Josh’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, he clarifies. “Not that we gotta do anythin’ tonight! That’s not what I was implyin’ at all! It’s just loud and busy in here, didn’t know if you wanted to maybe go somewhere quieter. We can stay if you’d like, darlin’.”

“No no, we can leave.” Josh flashes a genuine smile at him, “It’d be great to talk and just hang out in a quieter place. We can head to my place? Gotta make you that Salty Dog sometime like I promised.”

Austin returns his smile, “That sounds fantastic, darlin’. Haven’t had nearly enough to drink tonight.” He jokes.

“Back to my place it is. Lead the way to your car?” he motions dramatically towards the exit with his arms.

“You gonna let Jake know you’re leavin’?”

Josh steals a glance towards him, seeing he was still dancing with Sirena, focused on her as she smiles wide at him.

“As much as I’d hate to interrupt their moment, I should probably ask if he needs a ride home.”

They make their way over to the pair and Josh taps Jake when they reach them.

“Hey, Austin and I are heading back to our place, need a ride?”

“Na,” he nods towards Sirena, “Sebastians taking me home. You guys better be done by the time I get back, I swear to god if I hear anything, I’m smothering you with a pillow while you’re asleep.”

Josh and Austin both blush at the comment, Josh rolling his eyes at his twin as he replies, “We’re not gonna do anything, Jake. Stop being so melodramatic."

Jake smiles at this, “Uh huh, right. Either way, have fun.”

Josh shakes his head at his twin, “Thanks, Jake. See you later.” He says before turning away, grabbing Austin’s hand and intertwining their fingers as they make their way towards the door.

He looks up at Austin, “Ready?”

“Hell yeah, darlin’.”

They leave the building, leaning against each other as they walk towards Austin’s car, both looking forward to the opportunity to get to know each other better over drinks in the comfort of Josh’s home.

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A/N: As always, thank you so much for reading. If you enjoy this series, I can guarantee right now that Josh and Austin, Jake and Sebastian, and Sam and Danny's lives together within this universe will continue to be expanded on soon! :)

Songs mentioned:

Love Me Like You Used To- Lord Huron

(Edit) Also I realize now after posting it that the pics I used for the fic won’t make full sense until after reading the offshoot fic I have for Sebastian and Jake, but I like it so I’m keeping it. Expect Seb and Jake’s POV soon ;)

#fic #greta van fleet #greta van fleet fan fiction #gvf fic #josh gvf #josh kiszka x oc #josh kiszka fic #josh kiszka

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laismoura-art · 10 months

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I loved the 'Be my king' finale. All the Lin Kuei just chilling at Hanzo's new castle and the chickens! I just *chef's kiss*

I really likes how you just didn't forget about Raiden nor his relationship with Hanzo. I feel for Raiden, though I don't think Snowblind takes places in the exact same universe as the other two films but o well.

I have a MK Legends headcanon that while Scorpion was being Lord of Netherrealm it was like:

Hanzo: I miss my husband, Sareena. I miss him a lot.

*Kuai summons Hanzo*

Hanzo: ... I'll be back.

Also I got introduced to the song "Tongues & Teeth" by The Crane Wives. And it gave me major Subscorp vibes. Specially on Scorpion's side cause of his whole vengeful wraith state.

AHHHH THANK YOU!!! I'm so happy you guys liked the finale!!💙💛💙💛💙💛

I wanted to give poor Kuai some happiness, so I had to bring his friends back! (And I had so much fun with the chickens I had to bring them along too!)

I couldn't forget Raiden. His death hurt me. Deeply🥲🥲 And I loved his dynamic with Hanzo, Raiden being everyone's dad is one of my favourite things!💛💛💛

I think Snowblind is like... you know, in the first Injustice game, where the main Earth and the other Earth were practically the same except for one major event (Lois' death) that made everything for there on extremely different?

Yeah, I think the Snowblind Earth was at some point exactly like the previous two movies' Earth until some major event (Kano finding the Hourglass) changed everything!

Headcanon entirely accepted and fully embraced! I shall assist you spreading the word!

And ok, I just heard the song, and oh. OH! It does have some major SubScorp vibes!! I loved it!

The dynamic swap makes this song heavily MK Legends Kuai coded, with the whole powers growing out of his control and how he chose to isolete himself and grew bitter and hopeless after killing his clan!🥲

If I ever make a SubScorp inspired playlist, this song will be definitely in it! And also "Love like Ghosts" by Lord Huron! Highly recommend it both as a Hanzo song and as a SubScorp song!💛💙💛💙💛💙

#I'm so glad you guys are enjoying my fic!!!💛💙💛💙💛💙#subscorp #kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #sub zero #scorpion #my fic #mortal kombat legends #mortal kombat legends snow blind #mk legends

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a-strange-inkling · 1 year

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Isn't She Lovely?

Chicago, Illinois

November 20, 1987

Laying quietly in their bed, head and shoulders propped up comfortably against a few pillows, Chrissy watches the powdery violet clouds hanging lowly in the pale orange sky out the window. It’s almost sunset. The days are growing shorter now. Colder too. She’s tucked under their flannel sheets, the ugly burnt orange afghan with its loose stitches and its torn holes, and a few of May’s old quilts that Wayne packed in the back of the van despite Eddie complaining there wasn’t any more room left.

“It gets cold and windy in that city, punk. Your poor little lady is going to freeze to death.”

The two of them were repressing their emotions about the move and it was coming off in passive aggressive grunts and jabs all morning.

“No, she won’t.” Eddie rolls his eyes as Wayne passes him after he successfully managed to shove three patchwork quilts between the stacks. As soon as his uncle is back in the trailer, he saunters up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist while she’s busy loading the last few boxes through the sliding back door, making her squeak in surprise. He tucks his face in the crook of her neck. “I’ll keep you plenty warm.” he whispers, planting kisses along her skin, lips parting and then slowly closing against that soft sensitive place just behind her ear, lighting her skin on fire.

She feels her cheeks burn, smiling foolishly despite the nervous ache throbbing in her chest. He certainly kept his promise over their last year together. She’s never cold for very long.

Fingers fiddling with the fraying edges of the top quilt, she glances at the slim plastic stick on the bedside table atop a neatly folded paper towel, its padded tip very much the color blue. Not remotely white.

It’s been hours since she snuck across the street to the pharmacy after Eddie left for work. The cashier, Janice, gave her a smirk when she tried to place the little box casually on the counter beside her bottle of ginger ale and aspirin.

“Didn’t you just get back from Huron a few weeks ago?” she asked in amusement.

“…yeah.” Chrissy sighed.

“Mmmm.” she hummed knowingly.

Knees swaying back and forth beneath the blankets, her own little patchy mountain to hide behind, she absentmindedly wonders when it happened. They’d always been careful, but after the wedding there were admittedly a few times they got carried away, too desperate and thoughtless, too lost in one another.

She can’t be certain, of course, but she thinks she knows… That first morning in Michigan, hazy beneath the red and gold leaves, the mist slowly burning up under the heat of the early sun.

There’s a chill in the air, they forgot to close the windows last night, but they’re warm and safe, tucked away beneath a shelter of their sheets and blankets.

It’s just the two of them in the middle of nowhere, woven together so tightly she doesn’t know where she ends and he begins.

This must be what it means. She thinks. When they say two become one.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, Chrissy, I love you…” he pants dazedly against her lips, still half asleep. “Chrissy… Chrissy… Chrissy…”

Joyful tears trail down her face from the corner of her eyes as she tries to respond, tries to tell him too, but she’s breathless, gasping, he’s never been buried so deeply inside her.

With an open kiss to her lips, he begins moving again, slow and languid, hand curling in her hair. “Eddie, I love… I-I… oh…” she sighs, tilting her head back, relishing the feel of him, eyes tightening, fingers digging into the skin of his neck and shoulder blade when he reaches that special place within. She can’t think, let alone speak. She feels his forehead resting against hers, lingering there for a while, his shuddered breath spilling over her, flushing her skin, filling her lungs.

When her eyes flutter open, she’s met with his dark lidded gaze, soft and adoring. Sunlight flares between them from the window. Heaven’s light. He looks so young, so happy. Her husband. Her family. With a little sob, she pulls him into another kiss. “I love you.” she tells him. “I love you so much.”

The front door opens, and she turns her head toward the digital alarm clock. He’s a little late, but that’s not unusual on Fridays.

Taking the test, she opens the drawer of the side table and hides it inside. She hears him through the thin walls, taking off his shoes and coat, hanging them up in the closet. He’s moving slowly, trying to be quiet.

A few moments later, the door handle turns, the hinges whining. He peers in tentatively, in case she’s asleep. His face lights up, making her heart flip in her chest. “Hey, Mrs. Munson,” he whispers.

“Hi,” she breathes a bashful, silly smile, watching him as he crosses the room. He’s covered in a thin layer of sweat, his clothes blotchy with motor oil, hair still tied back.

“Feeling any better?” he asks softly.

“Mmhmm,” she hums as he leans down, parting her bangs to kiss her forehead. “Just tired.”

“No fever, right?” he asks against her skin, peppering his lips along her temple, lingering a moment, applying more pressure to check her temperature. She shakes her head faintly as he pulls away, blinking up at him.

“Hmm,” he muses, looking her over. She can see he’s a little worried. “Might want to get this checked out if you’re not better tomorrow.”

“I’m okay.” she promises. “Really, I probably could have gone to class today.”

“I’m glad you didn’t, you’re still pretty peaky.” he carefully brushes against the tender skin under her eye with the back of his fingers. “Have you been able to keep anything down?” he asks.

“Yeah, I had some toast for lunch.” she replies.

“That’s good,” he whispers as he kisses her mouth tenderly, sweet and slow. The last few days have been hard for him, watching her bent over the toilet in the early morning hours. It’s probably brought back memories of their summer in the trailer when she would lock herself in the bathroom.

She promised him over and over it wasn’t voluntary as he held her hair above her head. “I know.” he told her, holding her close when it was all over, stroking her back. “I know.” She hasn’t purged for over a year, but she knows that was his first thought, his first fear.

“I’m going to take a shower real quick.” he tells her. “You need anything?”

She shakes her head, leaning up for another kiss. “Just you.”

A goofy, flustered smile spreads across his face, and she wonders if their child will have his dimples. He pecks her lips softly, then her nose. “Be right back.”

She leans back against the cushions, turning her gaze back to the sky, her smile faltering a little, a shaky sigh escaping her.

It’s not long till he’s back, changed into his sweats and a loose, sleeveless gray Dio shirt, a mug of steaming ginger tea in his hand. He exchanges it for her empty one that’s sitting on the coaster beside her.

“Thank you.” she whispers softly.

He smiles, kissing her cheek as he climbs over her, settling in, resting his head against her chest with a content, tired sigh. “God, I missed you all day,” he breathes, wrapping his arms around her snugly. “I just kept worrying about you being home alone and sick.” She wraps him up under the afghan, holding him tenderly against her heart, stroking his long, towel dried waves. His warmth and weight anchor her, slow the racing of her heart. After a while, he tilts his head up, his large eyes peeking above the small swells of her breasts, making her smile. “What?”

“You sure you’re okay?” he asks gently. “You’re so quiet.”

“I’m always quiet,” she points out.

“Mmm no,” he leans up on his palms. “This isn’t normal Chrissy quiet.” he counters, kissing her again, a little longer than before. “This is something’s going on quiet.” he lowers himself back down but keeps his gaze on her.

“Give it to me straight, Cunningham.” he teases, grinning coyly against the fabric of her rose-pink pajama top.

“Munson.” she corrects pointedly, making his smile grow.

“Oh, yeah, that’s right.” he replies cheekily, leaning his head to the side, as if he didn’t know. “Made an honest woman out of you, didn’t I?”

She exhales a soft laugh, brushing back his bangs, cradling his jaw in her hands, taking in the face of the man she loves. She can see the dark flecks in his eyes in the light from the window as he stares up into her, his irises amber glass in the glow of the sun. They move back and forth, searching. He sobers. “Chrissy?”

“…I’m not sick, not exactly,” she brushes her thumb over his chapped lips. “…I’m pregnant, Eddie.” she whispers faintly. “We’re having a baby.”

His eyes widen as his lips part beneath her thumb, his whole body stilling. “You’re…” he pauses, blinking rapidly.

She nods, pursing her lips, waiting for his mind to catch up with what she just said.

“You’re… We’re…” And then he breathes a smile so bright and beautiful it makes her insides ache. “A baby?” he whispers giddily.

“Yeah,” she sighs in relief, returning his smile.

“Really?” he asks, joy and excitement dancing in his eyes, holding her tighter. “You’re sure?”

She sniffs softly, shrugging a little before pulling the test out of the drawer, holding it out to him. “Probably want to make an appointment to make sure sure, but I’m late and it’s… really blue.”

He takes it carefully, looking it over, opening and closing his mouth, not knowing what to do or say. She tucks his hair back behind his ear patiently. It takes a lot to render Eddie Munson speechless. “Jesus Christ… yeah, it’s like super fucking blue.” he releases a watery chuckle, setting it back on the table, his hand sliding back down over her as he rolls to his side, touching her stomach in amazement. “Chrissy… I can’t… God, I’m… I can’t breathe… I’m so…There’s a baby in here? We’re having baby…” his hand stills once more as he looks back up at her, his smile falling when he meets her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Her lips begin to tremble, eyes misting over. He can always see right through her.

“You’re okay, right?” he asks worriedly, reaching up to hold her face. “Chrissy, right? You’re okay? You’re happy?”

“Yes, I am, I promise, I’m so, so happy, Eddie… I’m just…” she lifts the back of her hand to her mouth.

“…Scared?” he whispers.

She bursts into tears, nodding shakily as she releases a soft little sob.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he pulls himself up to sit beside her, kissing her cheek, then her lips deeply, over and over again, swallowing her sobs, wiping away her tears. “Don’t be scared, please, it’s all going to be okay.” He trails hurried kisses to her jaw, down her neck. “You don’t have to be afraid; I know… I know it’s not much right now, but I’ll take care of you,” he vows. “I’ll take care of both of you, I promise.”

“No, Eddie, no,” she shakes her head firmly, pulling back so she can face him. “I know that... I know you will, that’s not it at all.”

“Then what? What is it?” He pecks her lips a few times. Prompting. “Come on, talk to me.”

“It’s just…” It’s all thick in her throat. This moment is supposed to be wonderful and as usual she’s ruining everything for him, with her fears, her weakness.

“It’s me.” she confesses. “What if… what if I’m not a good mother?”

“What are you talking about?” he exclaims softly in disbelief, pushing back her hair.

“It’s not like I have the best example,” she replies. “She’s in me, you know? What if deep down I'm like her? What if I…”

“Chrissy, you’re nothing like her,” he murmurs. “You’re kind and gentle and loving… Christ, do you have any idea? Any idea how much this kid is going to adore you?”

“Me?” Her heart swells almost painfully, tears falling more abundantly. She turns into him, burying her face in his chest, squeezing his neck.

“Are you kidding? I mean, I’ll be okay, I’ll try my best… but God, you? I’ll be nothing compared to you.” she feels his hands slide down her back soothingly.

“That’s not true,” she’s laughing through her tears, she doesn’t know how he always manages to make her feel everything all at once. “You’ll be the fun one, I’ll be so worrisome and boring.”

He smiles against her temple. His fingers sliding back up to hold her face, pulling her back just enough to meet her gaze. "You’ll be amazing.” he whispers reverently. “You are amazing.”

“I’m still…” she sniffs, leaning against his palm. “I’m still healing.” Maybe not as much physically anymore, but mentally, emotionally…

“So am I,” he reminds her softly. “I think we’re always going to be, sweetheart.” he keeps pressing kisses against every surface of her face like he can’t help it. She closes her eyes, relishing his love. He pulls her back into him, tucking her tight the way she likes. “I still want this, a family with you, I always have, ever since… Jesus, ever since the first night with you.”

“Me too.” she confesses, already feeling warmer, safer in his arms.

“We’re having a baby.” she hears him say again after a long while, as if he still can’t believe it.

She smiles against his chest. “Yeah.”

#giving this its own post because awwww #originally posted in an ask #it also needs a moodboard too #ask post #🥺🥺🥺#hellcheer #oldhaunts #little livvy is on her way #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #chreddie #hellcheer fic #eddissy #my fic writing

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encrucijada · 6 months

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10 songs tag.

tagged by @downtoithaca ! the rules are: use your wip playlist and put it on shuffle. write the first 10 songs that come up and quote your favourite lyrics from each song and/or the lyrics that fit your wip best (they might be the same lyrics), then tag 10 people.

continuing my trend of not explaining forest with teeth... here are some songs and lyrics!

smother by daughter: i should go now quietly / for my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep / where all my layers can become reeds / all my limbs can become trees

in the woods somewhere by hozier: what caused the wound? / how large the teeth? / i saw new eyes were watching me / the creature lunged / i turned and ran / to save a life I didn't have

i of the storm by of monsters and men: i feel it biting / i feel it break my skin, so uninviting / are you really gonna need me when i'm gone? / i fear you won't

abstract (psychopomp) by hozier: darling, there's a part of me / i'm afraid will always be / trapped within an abstract from a moment of my life / the weeds up through the concrete / the traffic picking up speed / all my love and terror / balanced there between those eyes

into the unknown from over the garden wall: but where have we come, and where shall we end? / if dreams can't come true, then why not pretend?

meet me in the woods by lord huron: i took a little journey to the unknown / and i've come back changed, i can feel it in my bones / i fucked with forces that our eyes can't see / now the darkness got a hold on me

tomorrow by daughter: by tomorrow we'll be lost amongst the leaves / in a wind that chills the skeletons of trees / and when the moon, it shines, i will leave two lines / just find my love, then find me / don't bring tomorrow, 'cause i already know, i'll lose you

as it was by hozier: just as it was, baby / before the otherness came / and i knew its name / the love, the dark, the light, the flame

unknown / nth by hozier: it ain't the being alone / it ain't the empty home, baby / you know i'm good on my own / sha-la-la, baby, you know, it's more the being unknown / so much of the livin', love, is the being unknown

francesca by hozier: do you think i'd give up / that this might've shook the love from me / or that I was on the brink? / how could you think, darling, i'd scare so easily?

tagging: @cream-and-tea @moonssugar @coffeeandcalligraphy @dallonwrites @kiki-is-writing @filmografo @saltwaterbells @teddywriting @onomatopiya @subtlefires

#tag game #( wip ) forest with teeth

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fuck-you-upmusicbracket · 10 months

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The Night We Met (Lord Huron)

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you/Take me back to the night we met/I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you/Take me back to the night we met

"Song for when it's already too late and you just want to turn back the clock"

Poll Runner: chills every time. Definitely my favourite Lord Huron song.

Raise Your Glass (P!nk)

So raise your glass if you are wrong/In all the right ways/All my underdogs/We will never be, never be/Anything but loud/And nitty gritty/Dirty little freaks

"It sounds like the kind of song that was made for me specifically. it’s a rebellious song of being yourself, and it’s one of p!nks best. it makes me wanna put on some black eyeshadow and dance on a table at a bar. it goes way harder than is strictly necessary."

Raise A Glass submitted by @catboygirlboss

#fuck you up bracket #tournament #polls #lord huron #p!nk

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gray-skiess · 2 years

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hey,, i’ve recently noticed that kyouka jirou content on this site is scarce,, so could i possibly request some napping/sleeping with jirou hcs?? no pressure,, have a good day/night!

note; omfg i love this

cw; fluff, sleeping, gn! reader

napping with kyouka jirou headcanons <3

🍂 | she would never ask you up front to take a nap with her unless she really needed it

🍂 | so after a stressful week she asks if you want to ‘chill’ and by now you know that to mean that it’s nap time

🍂 | i feel like she has a specific playlist to listen to with you during these times, like some either soft indie or classical music just to play in the background

🍂 | i hc that jirou isn’t big on physical touch so it’s literally just the two of you laying wherever in her room and falling asleep.

🍂 | sometimes you both end up sleeping on her bed and it’s times like these where you can hear her faint humming to whatever song is playing

🍂 | loves to sleep, but sometimes has a hard time with it because of her quirk

🍂 | when she’s around you she knows that she’s safe so she likes to take advantage of prime sleep time when you’re around

🍂 | if you’re arounddoesn’t matter if it’s in class or at lunch or on the bus home or to school, she can fall asleep anywhere as long as she feels like she isn’t in immediate danger

🍂 | when y’all nap together, she’s totally a blanket hog, and it takes you a while to learn to bring your own blanket

🍂 | the type to be chronically cold- yk? so she’s always super bundled up with as many blankets as possible

🍂 | secretly likes being the little spoon but would never admit it

🍂 | likes to play with your hands when she’s half asleep and on her way out to dream land

🍂 | “sad” music helps her sleep easier. like tom odell or lord huron

🍂 | sometimes she forgets to take off her makeup before she falls asleep so you try your best to take it off while she’s asleep

🍂 | (sometimes she’s actually awake but pretends to sleep because she likes it when you do it)

🍂 | has stuffed animals 0 debating thank you very much

#gray-skiess #gray's blog #x reader #headcanons #my hero academia #kyouka jirou #jirou #mha #bnha #jirou x reader #imagines #fluff #class 1a

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cassiefisherdrake · 6 months

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@jalopeura

Check out "Tocatta" by OVERWERK for spooky dancy, "The World Ender" by Lord Huron for world-ending undead revenge, and "My Love Will Never Die" by AG & Claire Wyndham for an immortal couple who are probably both obsessive and maybe also causing the apocalypse!

@viiridiangreen

"High Tide" by brothertiger for 'my life kinda sucks but eh. I'll be fine. I'm just chillin'" floating in bog water vibes, but not so creepy. "77-76" by Royal Canoe for a little more haunting. "My Love Will Never Die" is also a good one if you wanna get a little Creature From the Black Lagoon about it.

"Cypress Queen" by the Last Bison is also very swampy/boggy but not so chill, more terrified/desperate to live.

#ask the nerdlord #ask memes #viiridiangreen #jalopeura

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cyberslam · 5 months

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I've prayed enough, I rolled the dice

"Hangman" Adam Page/Swerve Strickland

[Ao3 link]

Swerve Strickland's forgotten, until he's reminded, and now he has to follow the chain into the unknown, way out there.

(Lord Huron inspired AU)

Ancient Names, Pt. I.

It was by a roadside stop.

A young woman, with ochre tinted skin and green eyes sat there, at a table just outside the entrance to the brown brick building. She had jet black hair, a thick curtain of bangs covering her forehead. Her clothes were unremarkable: a purple and red hoodie, ripped black jeans, and black converse shoes. More notably were her various black piercings and tattoos. Industrials, conch, multiple lobe piercings. A septum piercing, a labret piercing, snake bites, and an eyebrow piercing on her right eyebrow. All black, either small hoops or simple studs. Around her wrist, just barely peeking out from her hoodie sleeve was a tattoo of barbed wire that seemed to go up her arm.

By all means, nothing was flashy about her to Swerve. Some girl into alt culture.

Her feet tapped along to an unknown beat, as she shuffled cards and aimlessly laid them down on a taffeta tablecloth. The cloth was red, embroidered in a rainbow of different celestial shapes. Stars, moons, ringed planets, suns. There was a clear handmade quality to the embroidery job. She would pick up the cards, roll some dice, lay cards down, and pick them up after looking them over. Her face changed from apathetic, to amused, to something adjacent to excited. Intrigued, even?

Swerve had been watching her for a while from his seat in his car. Ditching the sports car at home, he rented an SUV with some reasonable mileage. It still was a nice car, a deep red and only a year or so old.

He had been traveling alone. Leather jacket, fur lined around the neck covered his torso. He wore a hoodie, black, under the jacket, and tight fitting jeans with basketball shoes. His own scheme was reds and blacks. It amused him, the overlapping color scheme between himself and the young woman. The smirk on his face wouldn't exactly go away. Something was tempting him to humor the young lady. He had been observing as people walked by her, either ignoring her like she didn't exist, or whispering to each other and avoiding her like she was toxic to the touch.

There was a plastic fold out chair across from her, tucked into the table. In the twenty or so minutes he observed, not a single person sat down.

It wasn't a surprise. Normally these booths were set up to sell things like honey or local fruits. It wasn’t like there were any prices or things like that written down. Just…this young lady dealing cards and rolling dice to herself.

Eventually, she stood up and went inside the rest stop building. That was when Swerve made his move. He exited his car, and walked to the folding table. Curiously, he looked over the set up, before pulling the plastic chair out and sitting down in it. There was a slight creak, the hard plastic bending a little under him. He leaned back, taking a photo of the table in front of him.

“That'll be five dollars.” The girl was next to him, silent like a stalking cat, holding a cup of something. Hershey's Ice Cream, with a straw in it. A milkshake.

Swerve hadn't even heard her come out but he didn't jump when she spoke. Still, a chill ran down his spine that he ignored, before looking up at the girl. He could better see her makeup too. Red around her eyes, thin black eyeliner, and black lipstick.

There was something about her dark green eyes; the amused smile on her face. It left another chill down his spine. This girl was cold.

“I’m kidding. I do everything for free. Sort of. I don’t take cash.” She moved around the table, sitting down across from the dark haired man. “I’m Caroline Cain.”

“Swerve. Strickland.” He introduces himself, leaning back in the plastic chair. He keeps up the unphased demeanor, despite the skin crawling sensation that wouldn’t get away.

Caroline hummed in response. “You’re looking for something, aren’t you?”

“Looking for something? Little lady, I'm not looking for anything.” Swerve knew he was lying, to her, and to himself.

“You’re searching. Wandering. Aimless. You forgot, and you need to remember.”

“Listen–”

“YOU listen.” Caroline snaps, squinting her eyes. She has the cards in hand, shuffling them and putting them down before grabbing the handful of dice. She holds them out, right in front of his mouth. “Blow.”

He follows the command as if compelled by her words.

She rolls the dice, the sound against the taffeta soft.

And then again,

And again.

Swerve looks over at the dice. A skull, a six, a four, and two twos.

“You’re looking for the Dead Eye. Your luck has been set back. You don’t even realize it. There’s much in your life you don’t even know you’re missing, you’re not seeing.”

Swerve stared down at the dice. At the skull.

“It counts as one. You’re real lonesome. A lone cowboy, hm?”

“I’m not the cowboy.” The response was automatic, Swerve snapping his head up. Caroline looked…smug? Curious? Her face was unreadable to him. It unsettled him.

“Mmm…no you’re not.” She nodded, putting the dice aside and grabbing the deck of cards. They were playing cards, simple enough.

The joker. And two twos. Three cards.

The joker, a dancing skeleton. One of the two cards was a skull, and the other was two moons. He’d never seen cards with suits like this.

“You’re looking for him. The joker, and you’re walking parallel paths. He and you, you’re undergoing a great change. You both have to follow your intuition. The ■■■■■ is broken, but you can fix it. Follow the ■■■■ ■■■■■. You need to–”

“That’s it. Whatever bullshit scam this is, it’s over.”

“Scam?” Caroline hummed, looking to the side. “If you say so.”

He pulls out his wallet, taking out a twenty dollar bill and throwing it on the table before walking away. She waves a little, smiling.

Swerve doesn’t look back.

The sky had been clear, but there was thick cloud coverage moving in from the southeast. It was dark, gray clouds. A storm was rolling in while Swerve got in his rental car. He drove away, turning his headlights on as he exited the parking lot. Something was harrowing about that interaction.

There was a chill in his bones as he drove into the storm, his head drowning in thoughts, flashes, memories that he couldn’t remember.

Hail hit his car, small pellets,

before driving into rain,

into snow.

The roads were winding,

up and down,

unfamiliar to Swerve.

His car drove into the mist, descending into the valley of a hill.

He was driving for hours.

He was driving for minutes.

Through decades, through eons, through nothing, through everything.

His younger self, somewhere on the streets of Seattle. His veins, filled with void. He didn’t know, but he did. He wanted to be somewhere, he had to be.

Where did he have to be?

A familiar face, familiar dirty blonde hair, blood spilling out. Choking on it. Gurgling up, uncanny taste of metal as he can’t breathe anymore, his neck is chained, he can’t breathe–

Swerve sits up with a start, in a motel room. Cold sweat drips down his forehead, the hum of the radiator and his own breathing filling the room. A car passes by, headlights briefly illuminating the room. There’s the shadow of a man, tall and broad. His hair is to his shoulders, and that’s all Swerve can tell. He’s familiar as much as he’s unfamiliar.

At the edge of the bed, there it is. The chain from his dream. The chain that was wrapped around the shadow’s neck.

He reaches out, and it’s colder than ice, and it hurts, but he reaches out and holds it and brings it up, and sees it, sees the rust and the dried blood, flaking off, and something compels him, draws him in, and he brings his lips to the blood and it’s sweet and it’s warm and it’s like everything he’s needed and it’s like nothing he’s ever had.

He knows now, his soul does, that this was what he needed to find. What Caroline had said. What she was saying. This chain was binding, and it had been broken, and now he had to follow it to way out there to find what he needed.

He had to follow the chain.

To him.

#d is writing #hangman adam page #swerve strickland #yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay finally writing this thing that's been bouncing in my head #i have ideas for the next chapter hopefully ill start that soon #really go listen to lord huron though #whispering pines au

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