Well, I've said a couple of times this... There's a certain weight to my first album emotionally and actually this second album Faith In The Future was written to try and kind of break away from that and create a real hopeful and exciting side of record so hopefully, it'll be the songs, it'll be at the gigs, just good memories.
Are there any other things you expect to come out of this tour as far as with your fans with your music, something that you would want everyone to take from it from the new album and from the tour as kind of their lesson that they learned? | Lattes with Louis
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oh christmas tree
As he unfolds the note he's met with a hastily scribbled message in capital letters.
I AM SORRY FOR HITTING YOU IN THE HEAD WITH A TREE
IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I SWEAR
I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER SOON
MERRY CHRISTMAS
-W
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There are many ways in which Simon had imagined himself meeting Prince Wilhelm. This was most definitely not one of them.
This is unfortunately not a new fic, but I've been having a bit of a rough time lately and so I went back to this little gem from last year and made a little collage for it. So to anyone who's joined the fandom since last year or possibly wants to reread this little christmas fluff AU to get in the holiday spirit, here's a link!
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Day 30 - Holding Hands
Hospital setting, hand holding, broken bones [leg], heart monitor mention, paralysis and nerve damage
[Directly follows "Can you hear me?"]
“You look…tired.” David breathed, RJ cracking a smile and rolling their eyes.
“You look like shit yourself.” Their voice was husky and comforting. The pair were alone in David’s room, RJ in a hospital wheelchair and David in his bed.
“How long was I out?” He winced at the subtle pity in their eyes.
“A day or so. Katie told you that when you woke up.”
“Right - right. Sorry, Harrison’s been grilling me all day and…” David yawned, aware of the irony of being tired despite not moving an inch. “…it’s been a long day.”
“He giving you trouble?” There was a dangerous undercurrent to RJ’s voice that tugged a smile to his lips.
“Oh yeah, it’s been rough. What with the waterboarding and fire torture and truth serum.” His thick sarcasm drew a snort of laughter from RJ. “Honestly though? 8 out of 10, best interrogation I’ve had. Could be improve with the addition of some snacks and refreshments, maybe even, like, a gift card for compensation.”
“I’ll let him know - you should file a proper assessment and post your review when you get the chance.” RJ shook their head, still smiling as they breathed a sigh. They shifted in their chair, casted leg twitching stiffly. “I should probably get back to my room, Katie’s been pitching a fit about me missing pain med doses. You should get some rest.”
Distress welled in David’s chest. He swallowed thickly, trying to will his hand to reach out and take theirs. He only succeeded in making his fingers twitch. They unlocked their chair’s wheels, turning to leave.
“…wait - wait. Please.” His voice seemed small, even as the empty tile floor amplified it. RJ froze, looking back at him with wide, gentle eyes. “I just…nevermind. It’s stupid.”
He could feel heat rise on his cheeks, a mix of frustration and embarrassment as RJ rolled closer and locked their wheels again.
“What? What’s wrong?” Their eyes darted around the medical equipment surrounding the bed, every monitor and wire singing a soft chorus to his rising blood pressure and unsteady heartbeat.
“It’s nothing - it’s dumb, don’t worry about it.”
“Tell me.” RJ reached out and held his hand, their skin cold and slightly damp. He breathed a sigh of relief, the contact a welcome confirmation. He was there. They were there. They were both alive.
“Thank you.” He closed his eyes, managing to coordinate a gentle, weak squeeze of their hand with his own clumsy fingers. “I just…I’m not dreaming. You’re okay. We’re okay.”
“Yeah.” RJ’s grip was firm and reassuring, their voice cracking as they spoke. “We made it.”
[Directly before Sleepless]
(Part of my Freelancers: Retirement series)
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kind of hilarious to me that i’ve been getting horrifically sick for the last 3.5 years, and not because of my health, my lifestyle, or even because of the deadly tumor i had, naur, the REAL reason i was getting sick was because i was literally being poisoned by my anti anxiety medication all along! what’s even funnier is that while i was experiencing serotonin syndrome 4x a month, sometimes & often more, my doctors were actually INCREASING my medication because they said i was just having panic attacks! i mean that is of course when they weren’t putting in my chart that i was a drug seeker :) and what’s even funnier is I AM the one that suggested serotonin syndrome to my neurologist and gave him his nice little House moment and made him realize what had been literally ruining my life. y’all… what the fuck lmfao. what an absolute waste of my time. so now i’m off the medication and suddenly, 39 days since my last episode, 39 days without feeling like I’m literally dying, longest time in 3.5 years, longest 3.5 years of my life. i don’t mean to keep bringing it up but i feel like i’m finally closing that chapter of my life and idk looking back on it it makes me want to break down crying. i literally lost my mid 20s to something that could have been solved so, so, so, simply. I’m ready to move on but i don’t think i’ll ever forget what it feels like to be waking up at 5am and feeling my body shutting down and realizing i’m about to have the worst 16 hours of my life……i am SO READYYY to move on
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