#billy joel is so limited life

[goodtimeswithscared]

yesterday i spent twelve hours watching the limited life bdubs’ pov, here’s my favorite moments :3

#closed captions #bdoubleo100 #bdubs #limited life #etho #ethoslab #traffic smp #trafficblr #billy joel is so limited life #this was my favorite pov and i’ve seen almost all of em #love you bdubs you’re my everything #videoz

[nova-skittle]

JOEL SMALLISHBEANS???? :EYES:

#teehee i love this man <3 #ahem!!! i love him :) the end :D #so fucking proud of the fullbody drawing????? #this nearly didnt save and i wouldve cried :) #little details!!! his bad boy glasses are broken :( the lense(s) have popped out (i forgot to color one <3) #hes got a tail!!! floof :) #the tail n cool ass ears come from the moobloom!joel that someone around here has #dont remember but if somebody does lmk! #his clock is an hourglass earring <3 #limited life #joel smallishbeans #bad boys #my art u silly billies dont take it

[djosephqueery]

We talk a lot about Steve getting into Eddie's interests- playing D&D, listening to metal, having Eddie read LotR to him- and some people have written about Eddie getting into Steve's interests, but there's still quite an imbalance. So here are my thoughts on what aspects of Steve's life Eddie gets excited about.

Eddie really enjoys listening to music with Steve. While he may be a metalhead, that doesn't mean that's the only genre he listens to, and to limit him to that would be an injustice to his character. First and foremost Eddie likes music. He likes music that pushes boundaries and experiments with sound and makes people think. What a hypocrite he'd be if he refused to listen to anything outside his preferred genre.

One of his favorite things to do with Steve is swap music. They'll sit and alternate playing Slayer and Electric Light Orchestra, Dio and Billy Joel. They'll pick up new tapes from artists neither have heard of and talk about what they do and don't like about them. They like discovering tapes they have in common in their collections- Fleetwood Mac, Queen, and Led Zeppelin, to name a few.

They go to concerts together regularly as dates. Mostly local groups neither has heard of before, but always enjoyable.

Eddie figures out early on in their relationship that Steve likes to sing. That he's good at it. That he thought about a musical theatre career but decided he didn't want to deal with all the rejection that comes with auditioning. Eddie decides to learn all of Steve's favorite songs- pop and otherwise- on guitar so Steve can sing along when he plays. So that when Eddie is mindlessly strumming while trying to get out restless energy, Steve will know some of the songs. He even gets Steve onstage a couple times for some slower songs after they've been together a while.

Eddie listens to Top 40 hits with Steve (though he'd never admit that to the kids. Not because he's ashamed, but because they would never stop teasing him about how gone he is for Steve if they knew), and learns Steve's favorite tracks so he can play them for him.

It took a very long time, but after seeing how legitimately excited Steve gets over sports, Eddie decided to give that a try too. He watches games with Steve, tapes them for him when Steve has a long shift and can't watch it live. He still doesn't quite understand the rules and mixes up terms, but he can admit that it's fun to try and follow along and predict strategies and bemoan bad ref calls.

Steve has even gotten Eddie to go to a few games in person with him. It didn't take much convincing, Eddie talks a big talk, but he's a sucker for spending time with Steve and seeing him happy. He's come to the conclusion that being in a crowd at a sports game isn't all that different from being in a crowd at a concert (as far as people gathering to watch a common interest goes), and energy is infectious. He ends up liking the first game he attends much more than he anticipated.

It helps that he likes trying to get the Kiss Cam to show him and Steve.

#this is obviously in an 80s without homophobia with the kiss cam thing #Eddie still refuses to actually play sports #but he loves watching Steve play with the kids #the music thing is more of a mutual interest than Eddie getting into one of Steve's #but I'm counting it because it's something they both get excited about #and Eddie gets really into Steve's tastes #as well as introducing his own #I want to write more about Steve's interests but we get so little about him in canon other than Jock TM #so to me he's a singer #is this projection again? #I'll never tell #it may also be a little influenced by the fact that Joe Keery can in fact sing #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things

[thebreakfastgenie]

Hi :3 If you're still doing the character ask game, may I request 4, 5, 19, 24, & 25 for Charles? Thank <3

Hello! I am still doing them!

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Hmmm I don't know!! I would put him in Boston Legal as a client involved in a lawsuit over something ridiculous just because DOS's humor would have been perfect on that show.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Where's the Orchestra by Billy Joel. This was my most inspired song choice. It's all about getting to this point in your life where you've achieved something and thinking "this is it?" and the metaphor it uses is an orchestra. To quote the man himself, "life isn't a musical, it's a Greek tragedy." (No I do not think Billy Joel was okay when he wrote this song, it was the last song he wrote for an album that he said he felt as if he'd died when he finished it.) Where's the orchestra? Dead, perhaps? Charles's whole goodbye dinner speech in GFA just tracks to this song so well.

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

If I could delete the Charles/Margaret ship tease from season 6 I would. I wouldn't hate it so much if they had ship tease in season 7 after she got divorced. But most of it happens when she's a newlywed and her marriage isn't even on the rocks yet and it just makes absolutely no sense for her after she made such a big deal about breaking up with Frank and staying faithful to Donald! I still don't think I'd ever ship them, but it wouldn't be such a hard no for me if it was handled differently in the show. It felt like they only wrote Charles flirting with her because Frank did, but she'd dumped Frank a whole season before! Some of their later scenes as friends make me understand why people ship them, but I never will because season 6 just poisoned me against it forever.

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

This is not a fandom I'm in per se and it's kind of a limited resemblance but it makes me crazy: in Downton Abbey, Sybil works as a nurse during WWI, and after the war she feels increasingly alienated from her noble family's way of life. She just can't pretend the rich people nonsense matters anymore. And from what we see of Charles in GFA, I think that's going to happen to him. He's exposed to so many things and forced to connect with so many people from different backgrounds, he can't just go back to how he was before. There are also some Charles elements to Josh Lyman, who is not nearly as wealthy but also a high-achiever Harvard legacy from a privileged background who lost a sibling as a child.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

I didn't like him at first! I mean, I like characters who suck, so I liked him because he was well-acted and funny, but I wasn't invested in him emotionally. I was like wow he's an asshole. I don't always like character who suck right away, either, because if I'm deep in a show I'm thinking about how likable they are, and my love of well-crafted characters who I would loathe as people comes later. Anyway after a couple of seasons suddenly I cared about Charles and I still do! He's a rich asshole who's a caring person deep down to me. I'm not super interested in soft squishy Charles, I like him to kind of suck but have a heart of gold. I haven't been engaging with a lot of Charles stuff because I've been oriented toward the Gelbart seasons more, but because of that when I do see Charles stuff I get to remember how fun he is! I have a soft spot for poor little rich boy characters.

#ty!

[justhere4thevibez]

The fic ask game: 4, 11, & 13 for “If you fall, I will catch you” & “Cooking Up Something Sweet” which are just two of MANY fics that I adore btw. ❤️

Ooh, fun! I also love both of those fics!

Alright, I'll answer the questions for If You Fall first!

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

Oh, gosh, this is a hard one! I'm terrible about remembering what I wrote once it's out in the world 😂 but Wayne has a number of fantastic lines in this one! Like this one:

“Son,” Wayne said, weary and exasperated. “You can’t pull the wool over your old man’s eyes. The only Chrissy I ever recall you knowing in Hawkins was that Cunningham girl, and I seem to remember you having quite the set of heart eyes over her back in the day.”

Or this one:

“You’ve got an awful lot of weight on those shoulders of yours,” he said, giving her a gentle squeeze before he let go. “I’m not trying to add to it. I just want you to know that, well, you two matter to me and Ed. We’re here for you, alright?”

I just adore Wayne!

11: What do you like best about this fic?

This fic is one of the more difficult to write just because it's so heavy at times. But in spite of that (or maybe because of it) I love the softness between Eddie and Chrissy. The fact that a simple touch or kiss on the cheek can mean so much is incredibly powerful, and it's a responsibility I take very seriously, too. I never want to romanticize or diminish the seriousness of Chrissy's situation, but I want there to be hope and life as well. That balance is tricky to write, but so so rewarding when I manage to do it well!

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

I'm terribly inconsistent about the music I listen to when I write! I've definitely veered a bit more toward 80s-esque music, partially because it's set in the canonical world/ages of Chrissy and Eddie, and partially because of the song title 🥰 other than that, I mostly listen to movie soundtracks! I think 80s pop/rock is excellent background if you're reading this fic!

Alright, on to Cooking Up Something Sweet!

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

Again, tricky! But slightly easier because I only had a oneshot to look through 😂 might be cheating since this a chunk of dialogue instead of a line, but oh well 🤷‍♀️

“Chrissy,” he said softly, waiting to speak until her eyes met his. “Would it be completely out of line if I asked to kiss you?” Her lips parted in surprise, and that telltale blush rushed over her face again. “I don’t think that would be out of line,” she finally stammered, keeping eye contact with some difficulty. “I think—I think I might like it if you asked me.” “Okay.” Eddie shuffled closer until they stood face to face. “Can I kiss you, sweetie?” “Yeah,” Chrissy breathed, already reaching for him.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

I really enjoyed the challenge of creating intrigue and attraction despite them not actually meeting until nearly the end of the fic! They only communicate via Instagram messages, so their actual contact is very limited, but it was really fun to play with!

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

The music I think of for this fic is late 60s-early 70s pop like The Beatles, Billy Joel, The Beach Boys etc., because that's what my mom always listens to when she cooks, and now it's what I listen to in my own kitchen when I cook!

Thanks so much for the asks 💛

Ask me more questions about specific fics!

#vibez answers #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #fic asks #fic questions

[androdetective]

do you have any more info on swap juanín?

I have so many thoughts on him it's insane 😭

With og Juanín, basic things about him are that he values his friends (to the point of enabling the worst of them) and is willing to endure the worst things for them. He is very responsible but also a doormat. He is a very hard worker and, overall, a mistreated character. He feels like quite the opposite of Tulio. While Juanín has a humble demeanor, Tulio has an outwardly proud demeanor. Tulio is at the forefront of fame while Juanín helps him from the sidelines. Juanín is passive while Tulio is abrasive. Their parallels have always interested me. That's why with the switch au, it started with the idea "what if Juanín took Tulio's spot".

Juanín is now more "fake-nice." He will be nice to someone he can't stand if it'll help the show. Although this has limits, as he hates feeling taken advantage of. He'll shittalk people he doesn't like behind their back. Him and Amapola will shittalk others together. They are best friends even if they are dysfunctional and enable each other and get sick of each other from time to time. While Juanín isn't as overworked as his og self, he has to fix Tulio' messes often. Even on live television. As mentioned before, Tulio is in Juanín's place. He does everything, but isn't the best with his work. This annoys Juanín often, but despite this, Tulio is his right-hand man. He entrusts Tulio with a lot even though he shouldn't. He will admit Tulio is an idiot, but I imagine just like the og Juanín he has a distorted positive view of Tulio. Except ofc not as bad as og Juanín's 💀That still doesn't stop him from getting sick of Tulio, or insulting him. Tulio thinks this makes him more important and feeds his ego. He likes bossing people around. He does get tired from all the work though. He is a suck up to Juanín, even if he also gets annoyed with him. He is jealous of Juanín's fame and wishes he could be the news host. (His inexperience and anxiety would hold him back, though) Juanín knows of the jealousy but won't give Tulio his place. He thinks he's worked too hard for it, unlike Tulio. He's satisfied that he's finally recognized by people for his work. That he's appreciated and can do what he wants. He thinks he's doing the best he can in life. Even if he is missing Juan Carlos, his childhood friend. They drifted apart after Juanín started to become famous. They had many disagreements during that time. Bodoque used to work with Juanín and Tulio during the earlier days of the show but eventually left because of that. Juanín and Tulio tried to remedy things, but Bodoque had gotten tired of the work environment. He knew it was making him worse mentally and feeding his addictions. Juanín feels bad for this but feels resentment towards JC because he thinks he abandoned him. Juan Carlos used to be the estrella periodista, but after leaving, he was replaced by Amapola. Juanín will occasionally hear from Amapola how Bodoque is doing. I think he grew closer friends to Amapola after this.

Juanín secretly still likes scrapbooking :] He is creatively talented and has fun creating. He likes looking his best. He does his own makeup (even if his hair covers most of his face) and chooses his outfits. He likes hanging out with Amapola too. Also he has autism/ocd because I get to project on him.

Random fun fact, "birdhouse in your soul" and "kiss me, son of god" by tmbg remind me of him. Also "big shot" and "everybody loves you now" and "my life" by Billy Joel. And to a lesser extent "I love you for psychological reasons" by tmbg.

Aa I'm not sure what else to type but I think about him a lot tysm for asking about him 😭🙏 hopefully this is good information

#31 minutos #31m swap au #31 minutos au #juanin juan harry #juan carlos bodoque #amapola polar #nero art #tulio triviño #i think its alright to tag him ? #🌻 asks

[anglophiletraveler]

In My Life - Chapter 30

I Love You Just The Way You Are

By Billy Joel

The Weekend Part 1

So here we are a couple weeks into January with our favourite couple, settling into a new routine because of Demelza's schedule at the orchestra and her private lessons. Ross is having a harder time than Demelza is adjusting to the new schedule. He is frustrated because he has some things that he needs to talk to her about. Their time together together during the week is very limited, but they seem to make up for it on the weekends! Thanks again for all of your support, and a big thanks to beta Karen Bockius.

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The holidays are over and the grey January skies have rolled in.  Ross’s cold was much better and he had evaded death’s door thanks to Demelza’s TLC and Dwight’s antibiotics.  Demelza was able to get the grocery store to let her return the Marmite and lima beans after she told them the story of Ross shopping while he was ‘dying’.  

The couple was trying to settle into their new routine, which was easier for Demelza than for Ross.  She had been used to the changes of her schedule at the orchestra depending on if they were in performance or rehearsal mode for new music for concerts and the new album coming up.  When she wasn’t at orchestra, she was either at her private lessons, or she was practising at home in the kitchen so she would be ready for whenever auditions would be held.  Ross hadn’t realised how much Demelza’s schedule would change with the different seasons and performance schedules.  He hadn’t completely adjusted to the changes but he was trying.  Ross even mentioned to Demelza that he was going to have Jinny put Demelza’s schedule on his calendar at work so he can keep track of everything!     All of this meant that Ross and Demelza didn’t see much of each other.  Which also meant that Ross was becoming increasingly frustrated.  He missed their time together, but he also had some things that he needed to find time to talk about, in particular, the issue of children.

Henry usually picked Demelza up for rehearsals since Ross was usually at work.  Henry didn’t mind, because it always gave the two friends a chance to catch up and to go over any changes to the music they were working on. She  usually took the tube on days  she had private lessons which Ross hated.  Every time he brought up the issue of more driving lessons, she would change the subject or growl at him.  But even Demelza could see that it was becoming more and more inevitable, so she secretly started looking at professional driving lessons.  She didn’t realise how expensive it was and that was another stumbling block.  She knew she could go to Ross  and he would pay for it in a heartbeat, but she really didn’t want him to. She thought the summer might be a good time for lessons, so she wouldn’t have to worry about snow. And then there would be the cost of purchasing another vehicle and the  constant upkeep and the insurance!  Thinking about all of that made her head hurt and also made her remember all the reasons why she had never wanted to do it in the first place! 

There was also the issue of Grace’s health. It was always on both of their minds.  Ross made more calls to his parents to keep abreast of her health and doctor appointments.  Her doctor had insisted on one more round of chemo to shrink the tumour further before the surgery.  Grace was opposed but ultimately agreed. She was still insisting on going through with a double mastectomy, so recovery was going to be a long one.  Ross was planning on being there for the surgery whenever it was scheduled.   But with Demelza’s schedule, it was doubtful she would be able to make the trip to Cornwall which was completely understandable. 

Weekends were their time together.  Ross was always trying to educate Demelza on the entire series of Star Wars movies, and Demelza was always trying to educate him on Jane Austen books and movies. They enjoyed trying out new recipes together.  Demelza, laughing at Ross’s goofiness in the kitchen usually ended up in a food fight and Seamus licking up the pieces on the floor.  Weekends also meant sleeping in with lazy mornings of lovemaking that  they both thoroughly enjoyed.  Demelza was becoming more confident and a more active participant with their lovemaking.  She was able to put to words what she wanted and what she didn’t want which aroused Ross even more.  This Saturday morning they happened to be  in one of her favourite positions.  Both of them were laying on their sides, her back to his front. Demelza had thrown one leg over  Ross's leg while he lazily entered deeply inside her. Her moans usually signalled when his fingers found the right spot in front so that she was stimulated in both places at the same time.  The only thing she didn’t like about this position was that she couldn’t always look at  Ross’s face, but he passionately laid kisses on her face, her neck and breast when he could reach them.  The moans that escaped Demelza drove Ross wild.  He loved it when she was uninhibited and let herself go,  He knew that she loved this position and was more than happy to oblige.  He also knew that she liked being on top.  She loved the feeling of being in control of their movements  and who wouldn’t love looking up at  that beautiful sight,  her sitting naked, clearly enjoying herself on top of him.  

After they had both finished, Demelza always curled into Ross and his furry chest, his arms wrapped around his love, as they fell back to sleep.  Just the two of them, locked away from the rest of the world.  

This particular Saturday, the weather was nice, so they decided to take Seamus to the dog park after brunch so they could all stretch their legs.  They loaded up the car with Seamus’s water dish, and ball and headed out.

The nice weather had drawn others out too. The park was filled with quite a few families of all shapes and sizes having fun.  Seamus didn’t waste any time taking off once he was off the leash.  “Look at him go!” Demelza laughed.  “It doesn’t seem to be muddy, do you want to walk?” Ross asked.  “Sure, why not,” Demelza took Ross’s hand and started walking.

There was a  quiet comfortable silence while they walked  and watched Seamus running around, playing with the other dogs. Seamus always enjoyed the company of other dogs.  Ross noticed a couple of families with younger kids in the park. There was a slide, a swing set and other things for the kids to play on. Ross loved watching the kids playing and climbing all over the equipment while  the dogs ran and chased each other to exhaustion. Maybe this was a good way to start the dialogue? Ross thought.  

“Those kids look like they’re having fun, don’t they?” Ross said.

“Yeah, it’s nice that they have plenty of  equipment here for the kids to play on,” Demelza answered back.  “It kind of kills two birds with one stone doesn’t it.”

“Yes it does.”  Ross could feel his heart rate speed up a little.  “Demelza, have you ever thought about having kids?”

Demelza shrugged her shoulders, “Sure I’ve thought about it, ya know, like when I went on the pill.”

Ross nodded his head in agreement.  He could understand that.  “Have you thought about ever going off the pill?  You know, in the… future?”

Ross wasn’t sure if he phrased that right.  He was starting to feel nervous.

“Going off of it?  You mean on purpose?” Demelza asked, her voice going up higher in pitch.

“Well yeah, ya know to start a family.” Ross cleared his throat.  He was trying to sound casual about it, but he heard his voice going up higher as well.

“Ohhhh I see,” Demelza felt the light bulb going off in her head. She sighed.  She found a bench for them to sit on.  “So I take it that you’re wondering if I want to have children or not.”

Ross gave her a weak smile, “You caught me.  Sorry, I was trying to find a casual way to bring it up.  It’s just not something that we’ve ever really talked about.  I’m sorry if I upset you.”  He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“I’m not upset.  You’re right, we haven’t talked about it.  And I do appreciate you bringing it up.  The thing is Ross, I honestly don’t know how I feel about having children.”  She tried to look him in the eye but it was hard.  “I know that’s not what you wanted to hear, but it’s the truth.  I kinda feel like I’ve already been a mother, and I’m not sure I can go through that again.” Demelza was trying not to cry.

“Demelza, love, you do know it wouldn’t be like that with me don’t you?  There’s no way I would beat you or my, our, children like your da did.  I just wouldn’t do that, nor would I be drunk all of the time.  And I highly doubt that we would have seven kids.”

She wiped her tears and shook her head, “I do.  I do know that in my head, but my heart is terrified, Ross.  And I can tell that you would be such a good father and help out and all.”  She looked up to see if anyone was watching them, and she took a deep breath.  “But it’s also, I feel like my life has just really started.  I know that I’ve been living on me own at uni and with Carolyn and the guys.  But now with you, it’s been so wonderful, Ross.  I know sometimes I act like a scared rabbit, but I really do love living with you and slowly the house is starting to feel like my home too.  And things are going well with the orchestra, I just need to keep myself focused on me own rehearsing and not let that go.  I know you can’t tell the difference in me playin, but I can, and if I can, then the maestro can, so I can’t rest on me laurels.  Ross, I’m not ready to give up playing in the orchestra. I want to play in the orchestra and be a part of it for a long time.  You probably think I’m being selfish.”

Seamus came over for some attention so Ross threw the ball back and forth with him for a while, so that Demelza could get herself together.  He noticed Demelza looking at the children playing.

“I don’t think you’re being selfish at all.  I love you Demelza, and I love living with you.  I hope you know that you can do anything you want to do to the house to help make it feel like it’s your home.  You can paint or change whatever.  I don’t mind.   I’ve been half way thinking lately that we need to find a bigger place anyway.  You need a proper room to practise in, not just some corner or the kitchen.  I would like a bigger office.  Seamus needs a bigger garden to run around in.”  He turned around and took Demelza’s hand.

Ross continued, “My love, I would never, ever ask you to give up your career.  I know how important it is to you.  You’ve worked hard for it and I totally get that. I’m so proud of you up on that stage!   We could always arrange for childcare just like other couples do.  I won’t deny that I’ve always wanted children.  I’ve always imagined taking them to Nampara on holidays, running around the beach and swimming in the cove.  But as much as I want kids, I don’t want to lose you more.”  Now Ross had the lump in his throat.  “I’ve just found this happiness with you that I’ve been looking for, and I can’t stand the thought of losing you.  So if you were to say that you never want children, then I would just live with that and enjoy our life together until I die first.”

“Oh Ross!  Could you though?  Could you ‘just live with it’?”

“Yes, Demelza, I could.  We can have a very full life together.”

Demelza was crying again and hugged him.  Seamus was barking at his parents.  Ross pulled away from Demelza and wiped her tears away with his thumbs.  “C’mon love.  I think Seamus is ready for a nap.  Let’s go home.”  

“Can we stop for ice cream on the way?” Demelza asked.

This made Ross smile, “Of course, my ice cream fiend!”  He gave her a kiss on her cold lips.

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Caroline and Dwight had invited Ross and Demelza to join them that evening to go out to dinner.  But after their morning out at the dog park, the couple was still very much in the mood to be alone, so they asked if they could meet Sunday night, to which they obliged.  For supper, Ross fixed quesadillas and Demelza worked out a salad for the two of them.  Demelza let Ross pick out what they were going to watch while they ate supper on the sofa.  She even told him he could put on a Star Wars movie if he wanted!  

“Mmm Ross!  This quesadilla is delicious!  Good job mate!”

“Why thank you.  I thought Mexican sounded good for a change.  And your salad is perfectly delectable!” Ross answered back.  They both chuckled at his choice of words.

“You know Ross, I was kind of surprised this morning when you mentioned getting a bigger place for us.  I thought you loved this place.”

Ross finished what he was chewing and wiped his mouth.  “I do love it.  I just think having more space would be nice, don’t you? And it would be fun to pick out something together, don’t you think?”

The more Ross talked, the more he started to wonder if he was putting the cart before the horse. His mind was starting to panic now.   Should I have asked her to marry me first before talking about a bigger place?  She didn’t really give me a solid answer about children, but on the other hand, I also committed myself to being with her even if she didn’t want children.  Is that a life that I could really live with?  A life without children?  It’s not like I would be having nieces and nephews around to spoil.  I know mum and da would love grandchildren. But is it worth losing Demelza over?    All of a sudden he realised that Demelza was talking to him.

“Ross did you hear me?”

“Hmm, I’m sorry, what?”

Demelza smiled at him, “Where did you go just then? What I said was, we weren’t really in a hurry to move right now.  We have time to think about it.  It’s a big step and we should think about it carefully.  Don’t you agree?”

“Yes.  Yes you’re right.  Of course you’re right.  You’re the more sensible of the two of us.  I’ve already got the for sale sign put out!”  Oh thank God I was able to back up a little bit.  Ross, you twat, think first before you open your mouth!

“Ross, I realise that I didn’t answer your question earlier about children.  I didn’t mean to sound wishy washy about it.  I guess that I’ve never really imagined myself having my own children, but that doesn’t mean that I’m saying that I don’t want to have them.  You know that I’ve only had one long term relationship, and that didn’t turn out very well.  And we never talked about kids either.  After Hugh, I wasn’t sure that I would find someone that I would want to have kids with.  What about you?  I’m sure that you thought you would have children with Elizabeth, but what about any of the other women you dated after her?”

Ross took both of Demelza’s hands into his, “That’s true, I did think that Elizabeth and I would have children.  But there wasn’t anyone after her that I would even come close to having children with, until I met you.”  He lowered his head and kissed her hands. 

“You’re so sweet Ross.  I promise that I’ll give it some more thought.”

Ross smiled at her, “Thank you for saying that.  And like you said, no rush.”  Ross leaned over and kissed her forehead.  “Let’s go upstairs and watch Star Wars, yeah?”

“Oh Ross no, enough of the Star Wars!”

He turned off the telly downstairs and grabbed Demelza’s hand and led her upstairs.

#aidan turner #modernpoldark #poldark #ross poldark #work in progress #six sentence sunday #demelza carne #eleanor tomlinson #demelza poldark

[ddarker-dreams]

Would Lady Avalor and Chrollo ever get married? Not that I think there would be a reason for them to and I don’t think marriage has much value to them anyways but it’s still fun to think about and I’d like to know your thoughts on this! I’m a bit of a hopeful romantic so I’d like to think they would enlope, they definitely no publicity . It would be counterproductive but at least she can keep him all to herself!! So there’s that! But again I’d like to hear your thoughts on this topic!!

it's probably unsurprising to hear by this point but. i have actually thought about this a lot. while i feel the both of them reject 'traditional' notions of marriage, there’s something undeniably appealing about pledging yourself to the person you care about most for life. chrollo is a hopeless romantic no matter how much he acts otherwise, and if she were to be honest, HWR reader kinda is too. not to the same degree, but... something surprisingly close enough. 

they both live unconventional lifestyles, so an unconventional marriage seems fitting. they probably would elope. just sign the documents then have their honeymoon be one of the wildest heist sprees known to man. fighting over the aux cord to play their old people music in between targets (chrollo favors classical and HWR reader has been privy to classic rock ever since she learned about it a few years ago). 

museum curators should pray to whatever god they favor when a fancy sports car pulls up, uptown girl by billy joel blasting from inside. (seriously, why does it sound like a retirement home in there)?

the lack of publicity would serve them both well. on the one hand, chrollo wouldn’t mind announcing to the entire world that HWR reader’s off limits. but the quiet joy he gets from introducing her as ‘his wife’ at every new introduction... unrivaled. beyond bless. pure bliss. cleanses his soul every time.

#hell within reach #answered #Anonymous

[we-just-havent-got-a-clue]

Introduction post !

You can call me Blockbuster!

Find me on Instagram: @ damnthatstygian

Or: @ goldenearringfans

I like music, anything spanning from the 50s to the 90s and I love exploring and finding new bands and music everyday.

I can't seem to keep an interest for longer than a week anymore, so my blog's all over the place.

🫶Rinus Gerritsen is the love of my life🫶

Bands I like include (but are not limited to):

Styx

The Sweet

Chicago

Toto

Grand Funk Railroad

Yes

Genesis

Rush

Deep Purple

Wings

Stories

Jethro Tull

Trúbrot

Big Star

Golden Earring

Camel

The Eagles

ELO

The Monkees

Buffalo Springfield

Uriah Heep

Foreigner

REO Speedwagon

T. Rex

Sparks

The Settlers

Tommy James & the Shondells

Ides of March

Doe Maar

Solo Artists I like:

Robin Trower

Billy Squier

Bob Seger

Steve Hackett

John Mellencamp

Billy Joel

Rod Stewart

Kenny Loggins

Ian Lloyd

Stevie Ray Vaughan

Edgar Winter

Eric Clapton

Boz Scaggs

Warren Zevon

Jimi Hendrix

Pat Travers

Eddie Money

Stevie Wonder

Joe Cocker

Boudewijn de Groot

Jan Rot

My favourite movies are:

Fast Times at Ridgemont High

Office Space

De Lift

Just one of the Guys

Clue

I'm open to any recommendations of any form of media, mainly music lol, and I love learning random facts about bands

Alright I'm not really sure what else to write lol so...

Signing off

#introductory post

[siennaspeaks]

Scenes from my Italian restaurant (s)

“A bottle of white, 

a bottle of red?

Perhaps a bottle of rosé instead?

We’ll get a table near the street,

In our old familiar place

You and I, face to face”

Here’s the introduction of a song that talks about catching up. Here’s a song that caught up with me tonight. Here’s a song that catches up with me every now and then.

The theme is exactly that: catching up. For quite a while now, the theme of my life has been catching up with myself and people. Going back to my roots, coming back and checking in has been a recurring theme for me these days, just like my diving-ins and coming-outs during the free summer days that I long for.

Oh, my Italian restaurants.

The first one that I remember distinctly was Gezi Istanbul in Gokturk, not only an Italian restaurant but also a pâtisserie, with my memories dating back to 2008 or so. Back when where I was living was an actual suburb(1) with horses and forests right around the corner, the center of the suburb was very very limited, and there was a tiny Italian restaurant, the second of a chain(2). 

That restaurant hosted so many memories: birthday of a friend, learning that there’s a cocktail called margarita different from the pizza Margherita that I fell in love with, but most of all, so many family events were celebrated there.

“A bottle of red, a bottle of white

It all depends upon your appetite

I’ll meet you any time you want

In our Italian restaurant”

The second that I deliberately choose to remember fondly is the one in Flanders, Dolce e Salato. Even thinking about that restaurant hyper-activates my lacrymal glands. 

This restaurant means a great deal to me, for it was one of my refuges when I was about to go coo-coo from not having enough human interaction or change of environment, in plain covid period, especially when they reopened the bars around mid-May and my exams were until June.

This restaurant was there when I learned about Belgium, when I wanted to practice my crippled Italian, when I just really was tired of cooking, or just wanted a coffee and/or someone to chat with.

It’s still there. The fact that it’s still there gives me incredible strength, especially in these times where all of my fortresses are collapsing or have already collapsed.

The third one, I had known its existence since quite some time but hadn’t experienced a meal there; until a few days ago. It’s not perfect, none of these restaurants are/were. But sometimes, these days, it feels more home than my own apartment. I get to chat with people, I get to try new food, I get to practice my Italian (more than I got to do so in Ixelles (surprisingly(?)).

One little touch made it more home. The frogs. The frogs that I can hear now that they are back. That sound is one of the official sound of late spring and summer of my childhood and early adolescence. I almost felt home again. I almost felt like everything was fine.

And most things are going to be fine. Hope shall overcome.

I’ll meet you anytime we both want, in our Italian restaurant.

(1) My parents haven’t moved (yet). It’s still the same house, but everything has changed. I deliberately choose to not get into that, to choose to put the curse You-Know-Who cast on my childhood and adolescence aside.

(2)A rather upper-middle class one at that. It was tiny back then, now I don't really know what's become of it.

#my writing #spotify #dear fellow human #my experiences #catching up #scenes from an italian restaurant #songs #billy joel #feelings #forlorn #i still have hope #Spotify

[nova-skittle]

teehee its art dump time!! my sketchbook is really chonky and im jjust over halfway through soooo here yall go! each picture shall have a lil caption bc some arent self explanatory (and yes, the yello sticky notes are so as to not dox myself ty)

the cover! win for the gays am i right

tango of the tek variety!! hes so silly

what thats crazy more tango???

im very normal abt this man

notango this time! just a lim. life cleaur that has so many layers of marker on it

esmp s2 katherine! sorry some pics r rotated lmao

katherines scars + tattoos bc she deserves them :) they look cool

these two pages are like my favorite in my sketchbook so far lmao

silly hermitcitizen stuff <3 no their names not myriad i just like the word

the fog witch feat. a built different ferret

various silly doodles!

when i started doing lim. life designs! pearl + cleo (and a lil lizzie as well)

eefo! id never drawn him before but i loveeee his design sm

clockers designs! also, gem cleo

BAD BOYS! i have an unhealthy love for joel smallishbeans

mean gills??? you bet your ass

again, random doodles (featuring me trying to figure out an impulse design)

little ol me :) honestly my favorite drawing on that page

what if lim. life scott and esmp s1 lizzie were besties,,,, what if,,,,,

i love my silly hermitcitizen sm

esmp s1 finale. ough. i cried

ahem. anyways

scott smajor???????

messing around w some pens i found

a little nosey, eh?

whao a silly

whats this

pearl page!! i love her

the silliest ever

pearl in an outfit i wore (scarland hoodie)

well we've reached the image limit so the rest have to wait <3 this sketchbook is literally so chunky yall have no idea

#this has taken far too long but i promised a sketchbook dump so #do i have to tag everyone #limited life #traditional art #my art u silly billies dont take it #pearlescentmoon #scott smajor #joel smallishbeans #empires lizzie #impulsesv #goodtimeswithscar #zombiecleo #tango tek #martyn inthelittlewood #jimmy solidarity #grian #bdoubleo #geminitay #ethoslab #katherine elizabeth #fog witch shubble #yeah thats it gbye

[weasleywinchester]

I Can't Help Myself - Ch. 6

And I Kissed it a Thousand Times

Series Summary:

This world isn’t kind to anyone; and heaven forbid anyone wants a slice of happiness. You wanted the stereotypical, as most people would tell you, dream of falling in love, getting married and having kids. After coming to Jackson, you kept that dream to yourself. Until your stupid best friend’s stupidly handsome older brother waltzes in, and you tell him. Joel thinks it’s nice that you can hold onto a dream like that… and he let’s his guard down just long enough to think maybe…he might want that too.

Chapter Summary: You should have killed her. Should have shot her right in the heart and put her the ground. You couldn't move, you life frozen at the exact second your husband took his last breath. And yet, time sill moved forward; a few days had passed, filled with uncertainty if those bastards that did this would be caught, if your family would ever fill whole again, if you would ever fill whole again. As much as you tried to keep everyone together, this path would take you to the limit.

warnings: Violence (beating, gun shots, blood, death), cursing

“(Y/N)?” Maria pokes her head into the house. The only answer she gets is the gentle creek of the foundation settling. She readjusts Billy in her arms, making sure not to wake him as she steps into the house. She peers into the living room, seeing you’ve moved from the couch. She sets Billy down, taking a look in each room before heading upstairs. Your office door is wide open, the quilt you were making still pressed under the sewing foot. She makes her way over to your bedroom, gently knocking.

After a second of silence she slowly opens the door. Her eyes find you laying on the bed, your body convulsing with every breath. She doesn’t know what to say. What could she say? Nothing. Nothing that a dozen people haven’t said already. She comes around the bed, sitting in front of you. You’re awake, eyes red, face tear stained even though no more fall down your face.

“Billy’s been askin for you. And Ellie.” She says softly, moving your hair out of your face.

“Is he her—here?” You hiccup.

“Ya.” She nods. “Charlotte has quite a few kids at the daycare today, told here I would take him.” You sit up, moving into the bathroom and splashing your face with cold water. You try to keep your eyes forward, only focusing on what you need for the task at hand.

“Just sit with him for a little bit. I can take him for a few nights.” She’s seen a few towns folk go through a loss like this, but it’s different when it’s so personal.

“Ellie?” You ask, keeping your hands firmly on the bathroom counter.

“Pie!” Billy’s giggle floats up the stairs. His laugh feels like a warm blanket wrapping around you. You can hear Ellie talking to him, telling him how much she loves him.

You quickly throw on the nearest flannel and make your way down stairs. You slowly walk into the living room, keeping your eyes on the floor until you see Billy hugging your legs. You scoop him up, his smile turning into a frown as he looks at you.

“Seen that frown somewhere else.” Ellie whispers, wrapping her arms around you and setting her head on your shoulder.

“Me too.” You manage to whisper back.

“Howdy family.” Tommy’s deep voice reverberates through the house. You feel his hand at your back as he gives the side of your head a kiss. You close your eyes, waiting for a second kiss from the second Miller brother, but it never comes.

“Let’s all watch a movie.” Tommy suggests, putting in the first tape he finds. You and Ellie move as one unit to the couch, sitting on one side of it. Billy wiggles out of your lap, and runs to the chair Maria has settled in. He yanks at the blanket, running back to you, climbing Ellie’s leg like a monkey. He proceeds to tuck you in, giving you a big sloppy kiss and snuggling against your chest.

You blankly watch the TV, trying to keep yourself laser focused on anything; the static edges of the old TV, memorizing where each scratch in the wood is, the way Billy’s hair has a slight wave to it like … You take a deep breath in, hugging Billy closer.

“You want us to take him?” Maria asks. You shake your head, trying to pull yourself back together. 

You manage to make it through the majority of the movie. Once Billy was asleep you took him up to your bed, laying him, and yourself, down. It was odd, the feeling of being so empty. You knew death was inevitable, you just never imagined watching as … It wasn’t so much his death, just the tragedy of it. Being helpless to save him, to get help in time.

“Momma?” Ellie croaks, coming to lay opposite of you. You stare at each other, not saying a word but knowing exactly what the silence means. A single tears rolls down her cheek, quickly followed by a steady stream of them. You pull her close, sandwiching Billy in between your bodies as the pillows catch your tears.

_______

The Following Night

Couldn't sleep. Not that it was unusual, but you knew you could fucking use it. Your brain leaping from memory to memory, good, bad and everything in between. The twitch started in your fingers, stretching them, opening and closing your fists in attempt to get it to go away. Then it moved to your toes; the wiggling and accidental pop of a knuckle. You feel the twitch continuously move through your body, irratating everything until your brain stops at one thought: You have to find that bitch.

You sit up, lighting the lantern and grabbing your backpack. You change out the gear, stuffing in new clothes and ammo. Quietly making your way down stairs, avoiding the creaky boards, you tug your boots on and slip out of the house. You jog over to the neighbor's yard and knock quietly on the door. A sigh of relief escapes your body when the lights flick on.

"(Y/N)?" Charlotte blinks.

"Can I leave Billy with you?" You whisper. You didn't want to leave him; he was so confused about everything, always searching for Joel when you came to pick him up from daycare.

"What's wrong?" She puts her hands on your biceps, a flash of concern in her eyes.

"Something I gotta do. Maria will come and get him around lunch."

She nods slowly, and you could kiss her right now. You bolt back to the house, coming to a screeching halt when a light flashes through the door window. As the deep clomp of boots comes close enough to the door you pop it open and hit whoever is behind it.

"Jesus- It's ME!" Tommy loudly whispers.

"What the fuck are you doin' in my house?" You whisper yell back.

"Looking for you." His one hand gestures to you while the other rubs his forehead.

"Why?" You push past him, walking into the kitchen to grab a bag full of snow from the cooler.

"I'm gunna find her." He states, waiting for you to turn around. "Why are you dressed?" He questions.

"Because I'm going with you." You state, handing him the bag. He sighs, setting it on the counter and gently cupping your face.

"You can't bear." He shakes his head.

"No one puts momma bear in a cage." You meekly smile as silent tears stream down your face.

"You gotta stay here. For Ellie and Billy." He puts his forehead to yours, a tear rolling down his cheek. "They already lost their dad. Can't lose their momma too." he whispers. You wrap your arms around him, squeezing him tight. You can't lose any more of your family, but you know Tommy won't rest until these fuckers are dead.

"Can I at least ride out with you?" You plead. You can feel him pull away, ready to argue. "Like a half day ride, just to see you off." You feel him sigh, relaxing into your embrace.

"Fine. But what about Billy?"

"Charlotte will take him for the day." You reassure him. He slowly lets go, cupping your face one last time before nodding for you to grab your son.

You quickly get him settled at Charlotte's, reassuring her you'll be back by early evening. You and Tommy walk in silence to the barn, gearing up your horses and riding out.

"You sure you want to go out? Maria might kill you." Tommy playfully pokes.

"She will kill me." You scoff. "But... I need to make sure you get a good start." You smile. Tommy nods and mounts his horse. You take a deep breath in, keeping the tears at bay and hop up into the saddle.

The two of you ride hard, past the patrol routes, past where you found Joel and Ellie on their way back to Jackson a couple of years ago. Tommy slows down just as you hit the edge of the valley, hopping off once he's decided it's safe.

"Be safe little brother." You give him a small smile.

"Pretty sure you're the younger one." He chuckles, his arms swallowing you in a hug.

"Come back."

"Always do bear."

_______

"Hey honey bee." You smile, scooping Billy into your arms. "Thanks for watching him." You nod to Charlotte.

"Anytime." She nods. You can tell she wants to ask if you're ok, and you're thankful when she doesn't.

"(Y/N)."

You turn to see Maria standin at your gate.

"Maria." You let out a deep sigh, quickly walking to your own house and letting her in. You set Billy down, who happily runs into the living room and starts pulling out his toys.

"Nothing we could do or say would have stopped him." You turn to her. Joel's jacket is gone...

"He left behind my back. After I said we couldn't spare anyone." She whispers. You can hear the tremble in her voice, the worry. And then her words register.

"You weren't going to send anyone?" Your mouth hangs open, brain trying to rationalize why.

"We're vulnerable. We need everyone here. We need Tommy here." Her voice is sharp, slicing you with each word.

"It would eat him alive," You boom. "He would never forgive himself for not going after her."

"I can't lose him." She whispers. You look at her, and it's like looking in a mirror. The pain, the stress, the abyss that waits for you to fall.

"You can't stop him." You can feel the lump in your throat form, the tears in your eyes threating to spill and never stop.

"I sent the one person who could." She confesses. You frown, the only person who's ever been able to kinda sorta stop him is Joel. And he's gone.

A high pitched noise travels through the house, the sound of your heart hammering in your chest trying to compete with it. You back out of the room, running to the coat rack. You reach for where Joel's jacket should be, but it's gone. The word around you spinning until you feel her hands on your shoulders.

"She was going anyways." Maria sobs.

"No..." You cry out, slumping to the floor.

_______

A Year Later

“Pie!” Billy claps as he looks at the picture of Ellie you have on the side table.

“That’s right honey bee.” You chuckle, handing him the frame. He gives it a big kiss, turning to give you the biggest grin.

“Yel’ow?” Tommy calls into the house.

“Sewin’ room!” You yell down to him. The clomp of his boots echoes up the stairs only stopping once Billy screams in delight.

“Hey booger.” He excitedly yells back, scooping him off the floor.

“Don’t you have some sort of job to do?” You yell over your shoulder.

“Just came to ask how your visit went?” He tickles Billy’s belly, the loudest giggle erupting from his little mouth.

“Really nice. They’ve done a good job with the house, it’s beautiful.” You smile. “Have a good round of crop growing’ too. There’s a head of lettuce in the kitchen if you want to take some.” You turn to see he’s got his patrol gear on. “Where are you goin?” You arch a brow at him.

“Figured I’d go see Ellie. Been a while.” He nods.

“You should have came with us.” You shake your head. He is in no condition to go anywhere alone.

“That’s alright. Been a while since I rode alone.” He gives Billy a smile as his tiny hands slap him in the face.

“You and Maria…” you prod, leaning against your desk next to him.

“Takin some time.”

Oh.

“Well, take the batch of cookies downstairs. Maybe they’ll make it to Ellie.” You poke him in the side as you smile at your son.

“Maybe.” He gives you a smile but there’s no warmth behind it. You knew he and Maria were on rocky footing after him and the kids made it back… but you figured him being alive would trump everything else.

"Be safe. The ride is simple but that don't mean there aren't critters out there." You add. He's hiding something. Only get's that look when he's about to do something stupid.

"I love you, you know that right?" His eyes search yours, although you're not sure what they're searching for.

"I love you too Tommy." You frown. After a moment he nods, putting Billy down.

"Best be off before it gets to dark for these old eyes to see." He pecks you on the cheek, taking one last look at you before making his way out.

_______

A Month Later

“Auntie Dina!” Billy exclaims, lurching in your arms. You whip around to see Dina and little JJ. 

“Dina!” You yell, quickly walking over to her and swallowing her in a hug. “Oh my is that little JJ? You’re so big!” You say in your best baby voice, giving his belly a tickle. “I didn't think you'd be back in town so soon, with the weather being so nice.” You smile until you see the terror in her eyes. “What’s-“

“(Y/N).”

You turn to the voice to see Maria jogging over to you. She shares a look with Dina, before turning to you. Her expression is neutral but there's a hint of sadness in her eyes.

“We need to talk.” You glance once more at Dina, who's suddenly found the floor very interesting.

“Be good for Auntie Dina.” You whisper to Billy, giving him a kiss and setting him down. Maria quickly leads you back to her house, locking the door behind you.

“Maria you’re scaring-“

“Tommy asked Ellie to go after the girl who killed Joel.” She blurts, eyes trained on the floor. You blink a few times, your brain refusing to grasp what she just said. “That’s why Dina came back to Jackson-“

“Where is he?” You interrupt.

"She's already been gone a month." Maria ignores your question.

"A MONTH!" Your jaw hits the floor. How could Tommy keep this to himself for a month. How could Dina...

"Dina hoped she'd come back." Maria sighs.

"Y'all better pray I don't kick each one of your asses." You growl in her ear as you stomp out of the house.

______

“WHAT THE FUCK TOMMY?” You slam the door to his office open.

“(Y/N), just listen-“ He begins to stand, hands held up in surrender.

“LISTEN? You sent Ellie after Abby? What the hell were you thinkin’?” You swat on old glass off the desk, shattering it on the wall. You put your hands on your head, taking a deep breath in. Tommy's your brother, you love him, even if he's a giant fuckin asshole...

“I was thinkin my brother deserved better! His family deserved peace!” He bellows back, sweeping his arm in front of him as if that peace was sat on the desk.

“Peace? We finally started to get past this! I can finally say his damn name without burstin' into tears!” You slam your hands down on the desk.

“He needs to be avenged-“ Tommy carefully states, leaning on the desk opposite of you.

“Avenged? You sent Ellie out for REVENGE YOU ASSHOLE!”

“She made a choice.” He cautiously walks around the desk.

“You should have asked me.” You grit through your teeth, fingers pressing so hard into the desk they're white.

“She’s an adult, she doesn’t need permission.” He gently reminds you, lightly placing his hands on your shoulders.

“She is my daughter. You had no right to ask this of her. She’s been through too much.” You can feel the lump in your throat get bigger, pressuring the tears in your eyes to free fall. “you should have sent me.”

“We both know Ellie’s one of the best trackers and she’s been fine on her patrols-“

“But she doesn’t have Joel! She’s alone out there.” Your voice wobbles, the dark thoughts already prodding and poking at your mind. “I can’t lose her too.” You sob, falling against Tommy's chest.

"She'll come back Bear... she'll come back." He soothes, gently rubbing your back.

_______

A Few Months Later.

Were meetings always this borin? Surely not, Joel would've hated them... You've been sat in the bar for what feels like eons, but has probably only been an hour. It's been too long since Ellie left. Too long since Billy or JJ have laughed from her silly jokes that they don't even understand.

"(Y/N)?"

You turn to see the group starin' at you.

"I'm sure y'all love havin me, but I gotta go." You stand up, grabbing you things and walking out. As you step into the street you take a deep breath in, letting the fresh air fill your lungs, the sun warming your skin.

"Memaw!" JJ happily shouts. You slowly open your eyes to see JJ wiggling away from a very nervous lookin Dina.

"Hey sugar cube." You close the gap between you and scoop JJ into your arms. "You helpin mom get more stuff from the house?" You tickle his belly and he gives you a happy giggle.

"We're actually done movin' our stuff." Dina mumbles.

"Oh, I didn't see you come by. Did you just put Ellie's stuff in her old room?" You cock your head to the side, gently bouncing JJ on your hip.

"Um, no. Her stuff is still at the house." Dina grabs JJ from your arms, ignoring his whine. "It'll be the only thing waiting for her." She turns on her heel and walks quickly away from you.

Shit.

You walk back into the bar, kneeling beside Maria.

"Can you watch Billy for a couple of days?" You whisper. Her eyes shift to you, a small frown appearing.

"Dina left all of Ellie's stuff..." And it might be all I have left of her.

She studies you for a moment, nodding. You clap your hands together and give her a silent thank you.

_______

Dina told Ellie she wouldn't wait for her if she left, but part of her hoped she would have. The house slowly comes into view as Ellie rides closer, dread sitting on her shoulders like a vulture. By the time she can see the tops of the windows she can see a wagon sitting out front, your wagon. The wagon you bring when you and Billy come to visit; the wagon that's always full of everything they didn't know they needed.

The soft nicker of a horse carries over the breeze and Ellie's heart leaps in her chest. She picks up the pace, leaping off her own horse and busting through the front door.

"Dina?" She shouts, eyes feverishly searching the house. A loud thump comes from upstairs. Ellie bolts toward it, wrapping her arms around whoever is crashing into her.

"Ellie." Your voice sounds relived, your embrace around her warming her to the core.

"Momma." The tears are soaking into your shirt as her body sags against yours.

"Oh sugarpie." Your own tears fall into her hair as you gently rock her. "I thought I lost you." You kiss the top of her head.

"Dina? JJ?" She leans back to see the answers in your eyes before you can say them.

"Back in Jackson. She waited for month." You reassure her, nodding furiously in hopes that Ellie knows Dina loves her. She nods and pulls you back to her.

_______

A Few Months Later

"Why you going to far down south?" Tommy shouts from his spot in the couch.

"Coffee." You shout back.

"Seriously?"

"No." You yell in his ear, making him jump. He throws glare, mumbling something about abusing the handicap person. You roll your eyes and plop next to him. "Ok, I'm kinda of goin' for coffee, but Jeremy also has some family that's movin', and I said I would help."

"And what about your children?" He gestures to the space in front of him.

"I think you'll be just fine." You pat his shoulder.

"Ha, very funny." He playfully sneers.

"Dina and Ellie said they'll take Billy." You let out a deep sigh, relaxing into your couch. "And Maria said she'd take you." you feel Tommy bolt upright next to you. "Well, more like you'll take her to dinner." You roll your head to look at him, his eyes flickering between excitement and fear.

"You mean it?" He whispers.

"Ya. Told her you've pulled your head out of your ass and are ready to apologize." You give a pointed look. He furiously nods, jumping off the couch and runnin' home.

_______

"Think that's the last of it." You huff, sitting down on the porch steps.

"I hope so." Jeremy takes a seat next to you. "I need a fuckin' drink." he chuckles. It's not deep like Joel's, it's much more breathy.

"And a good fuck." You add.

"I'll take you town if you take me to bed." he playfully bumps against your shoulder. You've been banting like this for a few months. It wasn't that you hadn't thought about Jeremy that way, the ceiling of your bedroom knew that; but he wasn't Joel. He wasn't the one you really wanted.

"Come on." He gestures for you to follow. You walk into town, Jeremy happily filling the silence with stories about his family.

"Think that's what you're lookin for." He points to a booth that has a few bags of coffee on the table.

"Oooo lord." You mumble, quickly walking over. You talk with the seller about what types they had and how much. After much bargining you settle on a good price. Another customer comes to stand next to you, her eyes scanning each product for sale.

"How long will we be here?" The boy on her other side asks.

"Not too long Lev." She softly tells him. Lev... that's an odd name.

"What brings you by?" The seller asks her as she finishes bagging up your coffee.

"Traveling through." She states. Your heart is racing. Can’t be. You quickly walk back to Jeremy, his face concerned.

"I need you to find out who that girl at the table is." You ask him. He stares at you moment, not sure what the girl is to you, but gives you a curt nod and leads you to the local bar.

_______

"Her name is Abby." He whispers as he sits across from you. You sat in the bar all day, watching as Lev and his friend resupplied for their trip.

"She's a firefly." He states, waving to the bartender. You sit in silce, letting every single memory with every single emotion attached to them flow through you.

"You know her." Jeremy observes from your silence. You're practically buzzing in your seat.

"She killed Joel. Jesse. Nearly killed Ellie, Tommy and Dina." You grit through your teeth. It's taking every ounce of will power not to run up to her and beat the shit out her.

"And the kid?"

"Seraphite."

Jeremy nods, downing his drink as he stands up.

"Stay here." He whispers, kissing your forehead. You do as he says, sitting for what feels like hours until he sits back in front of you. Your eyes shift to his face, which is covered in dirt. He waves to the bartender not looking at you until he throws back a drink.

"She'll never hurt your family again." He states. Your mind picks apart his words, taking in all the information that's packed behind it. You can feel the heat rise in the room, your breath quickening. You slump back into you chair, hand coming to your mouth as tears silently fall down your face.

It's over.

#weasleywinchester

[cthonicascendant]

For the ask game:

7) What languages can you speak? Does the body know them?

10) Do you have a playlist for yourself? What's the most 'you' song on it?  How long is the playlist?

16) Are you open about it?

>.mierco here. .looks like it's me answering today.<

oh hold on a minnovv i po5ted the meme5 im an5vverin too

Translation: Oh hold on a minnow. I posted the memes. I'm answerin' too.

7. What languages can you speak? Does the body know them? >.so, tricky one to answer. .what i actually speak is alternian standard and southern alternian. .living in this body, due to multiversal reasons i can't begin to comprehend despite messor trying to explain at length, i find what i would think in alternian standard to be english, and what would be southern alternian to be spanish.<

>.oddly, the body doesn't really know much spanish. .i can understand it to a degree that surprises crow's coworkers and read it perfectly fine, but i can't speak or write beyond a basic level. .though i do have an easier time of it than the others.<

i can 5peak engli5h an am vvorkin on learnin a5l due to exomemorie5 a bein able to 5ign on alternia it5 knovvledge id like to haVe back but it5 kind a 5lovv goin becau5e im left handed an 5ome a the 5ign5 are a little confu5in to figure out hovv to do left hand dominant

an before anyone a5k5 one our right hand i5 5TUPID at 5ignin like none a it come5 ea5ily the left hand i5 much more fluid an tvvo the in5tructor vve found 5aid it vva5 perfectly fine to 5ign u5in your left hand in5tead a right ju5t dont 5vvitch hand5 for no rea5on

Translation: I can speak English an' am workin' on learnin ASL due to exomemories a bein' able to sign on Alternia. It's knowledge I'd like to have back, but it's kind a slow goin' because I'm left handed an' some a the signs are a little confusin' to figure out how to do left hand dominant.

An' before anyone asks. One: Our right hand is STUPID at signin'. Like, none a it comes easily. The left hand is much more fluid. An' two: the instructor we found said it was perfectly fine to sign usin' your left hand instead a right, just don't switch hands for no reason.

10. Do you have a playlist for yourself? What's the most 'you' song on it? How long is the playlist? >.we have a playlist called 'stuff we like', which is exactly what it says on the tin. .it's probably the closest thing we have to a personal playlist - none of us have our own because we tend to make playlists based on activities. .like 'road trip' or 'werk' or 'Art Babey' to give you the names of some others.<

>.the most 'me' song on our playlist is probably... 'why should i worry?' by human billy joel. .yes, i'm aware it's from a wiggler movie. .it's accurate.<

hm tricky que5tion the 5ong that make5 me feel the mo5t MY5ELF though i5 vvelcome to chao5 by 5on5 a ru5t i dont knovv that it5 me exactly 5o much a5 it ju5t create5 the perfect me Vibe

al5o thi5 playli5t got 77 5ong5 on it an vvere alvvay5 lookin for nevv addition5

Translation: Hm, tricky question. The song that makes me feel the most MYSELF, though, is "Welcome to Chaos" by Sons of Rust. I don't know that it's me exactly, so much as it just creates the perfect me vibe.

Also, this playlist got 77 songs on it, an' we're always lookin' for new additions.

19. Are you open about it? >.we are very much not open about being a system anywhere but on this tumblr. .the only person in our off tumblr life who is aware we're a system is crow's fiance, and even then he is only aware of a limited amount of our system.<

>¿would we like to be more open about it? .yes. ¿would that be a practical or safe idea for us at the moment? .firm no.<

#ask game #me55or #>.mierco.<

[tscollected]

Keep Dreaming

**Disclaimer** I'm not a credible source for musical history, genres (which I could care less about since I feel they're limiting), and instruments (although I love a good sax solo). This blog is purely for my entertainment, and I doubt many people will find this. I have so much to say about music but little to no outlet. I figured I'd use this blog as an extended form of expression and appreciation for music. Kill me if I end up sounding pretentious.

Vienna was the first song I resonated with as a kid. It was one of my favorite songs in sixth grade when I thought everything in my life was ready to change once I left elementary school (dramatic). I used to listen to Vienna and picture myself leaving home and going to college out of state. Like a bittersweet moment. I never ended up leaving the state, but Vienna still urges me to start the next chapter of my life with new people, different cultures, and fresh scenery. I have a restless spirit, so it's also a call to slow down and stop trying to fast-forward my journey. As a kid, I felt I could never keep up with my mind. What does one do when there are all these ideas and goals but no courage to start? I see everyone achieving things at a young age, and it only makes me feel like I'm not moving fast enough. I never want my time wasted or for my time to be too late, which is also why Vienna talks to me.

Besides that, the rest of the album is full of classics. Especially the final track, Everybody Has a Dream (which is the perfect way to end this post):

"So let me lie and let me go on sleeping

And I will lose myself in palaces of sand

And all the fantasies that I have been keeping

Will make the empty hours easier to stand

I know that everybody has a dream"

**PS My interpretation of songs/albums can often differ from what others say or what a song is truly about. Half the time I could be high. The other half, I remain in my world. However, the point of music is to enjoy it. Being able to perceive music in different ways makes the listening experience all the more fun. Music is a reflection of ourselves, and we (including myself) often get too caught up in the stories of others.

#album recommendation #music #music blog #billy joel #Spotify

[stellarsalad]

An Amateur Pop Music Historian's Top 15 Hit Songs Of Literally 1984: Prologue

This is inspired by music critic Todd In The Shadows' yearly best and worst lists; his methodology is to look at the Billboard Year-End Hot 100 chart for a given year. In lieu of this year's chart of the most popular singles looking increasingly bleak, I decided to look back and remember what I enjoyed most about the 1980s: music!

I say 'enjoyed' as if I was alive (I wasn't), but I love much of the 1980s (and 1970s) music that I've heard, enough for me to hold it in significantly higher esteem than the music that would follow. (Though 2000s pop is growing on me more.)

Before I count down my favorite hit songs of 1984, though, a couple disclaimers. 1: I'm limiting myself to the Billboard Year-End list. Otherwise, there'd definitely be favorite songs of mine I just didn't remember, and so I can forgive myself for not putting Shout by Tears For Fears on the list despite it coming out that year. (It is, however, at 21st on the 1985 chart and would be on my list from that year.)

2: I have not listened to all 100 songs on the list. In fact, there are a substantial number of bands and artists I haven't ever heard of, like The Pointer Sisters, who have three hits on the chart at 18, 48, and 76. So, to give an idea of how seriously my opinions should be considered, how many of these songs have I heard?

35. (To incriminate myself further, zero of those are by Madonna.)

...I'm okay with that. There are enough songs here that I legit love enough to give them a place on the list.

So, before the list: any songs I don't like and want to point out?

Yeah. Every song can't be a winner. So here are some Dishonorable Mentions: • The Longest Time by Billy Joel (at 89 on the chart). He released some great music this year, and you'll see him on the top ten, but this is quite possibly my least favorite song of his. It just does not work for me. I do not enjoy it. • Eyes Without A Face by Billy Idol (at 37 on the chart). Not terrible, but it just doesn't do anything for me. • 99 Luftballons by Nena (at 28). There's nothing about the song itself I dislike, but nothing about it I like, and it is, through no fault of its own, associated by me (even just a cover) with the opening of the mistake of a film that is EuroTrip, one of the worst and least enjoyable movies I've seen in my life. As far as 'ooh the lyrics are dark when you really listen!' songs go... give me 1999 by Prince instead. • Somebody's Watching Me by Rockwell (at 26). It's... carried by the Michael Jackson feature. Which does not help my perception of this song as discount-brand Thriller. But I do enjoy the talk box effect. • Hold Me Now by Thompson Twins (at 23). Kind of just... bleh. Contrast between low and high-pitched vocals is like alternating between my ears getting pounded by a hammer and stabbed with a needle. But there are, thankfully, way more songs that I liked this year. Honorable Mentions: • Thriller byMichael Jackson (at 78). It's Thriller! What else can I say about it? • You Might Think by the Cars (at 65). I like the Cars a lot, and this song is just plain hooky. It's not their best song, but let it be said: the Cars were just an unusually talented band. They were so incredibly legit, as songwriters and as musicians. • I Want A New Drug by Huey Lewis and the News (at 55). Do you like Huey Lewis and the News? When Sports came out in '83, I really think they came into their own, commercially and artistically. Jokes aside: I just plain enjoy this song's melody, guitar, and keys. I love the sound of the 80s when done well, and it's easy to make sound good, like here! • Uptown Girl by Billy Joel (at 39). Not every lyric delivery in here does it for me, but this is an infectious song. Good thing it's also a good one! • Let's Go Crazy by Prince (at 21). The success with which Purple Rain hit the charts is one of the times that a pop musician's success was completely deserved; that album rules. Let's Go Crazy is a fantastic, party-perfect first track, and while there is even more convincing proof of Prince's status as in a talent class of his own... Let's Go Crazy is convincing enough. • Girls Just Want To Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper (at 15). I, too, want to have fun, and this song is just that! It's restrained enough to not be crowded instrumentally, but peppy enough to be not only interesting, but the opposite of boring. • Ghostbusters by Ray Parker Jr. (at 9). Ghostbusters is a movie I like nothing about, but my god does the theme song slap. I also want to thank Ghostbusters for contributing to Bustin by Neil Cicierega, which, and I cannot overstate this, changed my life forever and is, through butterfly effect, responsible for this post. • Owner Of A Lonely Heart by Yes (at 8). As a Rush fan, I am glad to see prog rock representation here, even if this is eighties pop-ification of it, and not nearly as good as how Genesis executed it. But the instrumental... goes hard in mashups. That's admittedly why this song is here. • Footloose by Kenny Loggins (at 4). Movie's okay. Song is fun! The synths and guitar sound are transparently cheesy but I can get surface-level fun out of them.

I had to split this post in half because of the character limit, so part 2 is coming up in a reply post!

#80s #pop music #80s music #todd in the shadows

[the-firebird69]

Watch "Billy Joel - The Downeaster 'Alexa' (Official Video)" on YouTube

This could be the dumbest story I have ever heard did the earth started here in the middle when things with strange magnetic and gravity properties came here and filled up with dirt later and out there might be developed planets mean by nature

Mike tew

And he says that Mike talks like a bread but not really he talks like it's from the Middle East so it's hard to understand so we go to what do you say we get what he's saying and for Christ's sake this is the weirdest thing I've ever heard my life this is the weirdest story in my life I don't think I want to hear any other stories this is so strange meaning I'm at my limit not that I want to hear any stories at all that's what I mean

Mac

I got this that makes a lot of sense

Preston

Well that was a hell I don't want to describe

Big Joe of course it makes sense and see what you're saying you're really from here and you might have family that escaped and I see that or they might be from somewhere else and it's going through my mind that that's not really possible I do see what you're saying though you're from somewhere out there even though you're here that's because this world was being destroyed by a religion

Big joe

We approve this to be published

Olympus

I don't like how he said Big Joe and Preston is this little guy is a redhead but that's what it is right now

Hera

#Youtube