there really is nothing like listening to an album you were obsessed with at sixteen
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2020 quarantine was the ebst tiktok era- ATFU U ARE ALL WRONG IT ISD DECEMBER 2021 TO FEBRUARY 2022 TIKTOK THAT WAS TEH BEST RIGHT AFTER SECURITY BREACH CAME OUT PLEASE I NEED TO GO BACK TO THAT LIFE WAS SO GOOD
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did you sit on youtube replaying niall’s only solo part in more than this when you were a teenager or were you normal??
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i hate that at work we have to play one radio station all the time but sometimes they do play good stuff. nostalgic stuff too. like stuff i heard/listened to/enjoyed in the 2000s.
they play the same stuff every day though. i wish they had some variety with the songs they played from each artist, not just play the same song(s) from them daily
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*boomer voice* nobody wants to work any more. they just want to be unemployed and post destiel
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HMMMMM bakugou being just. the absolute picture of sin.
he works overnight and comes home early in the morning, around 3 or 4 am or so, and you greet him and give him a kissy and ask how it all went. and even though it's still dark outside and he's been working for twelve hours—he's still coming off patrol, right ? so he's still got some energy left, and he eats something and takes a shower and winds down as you fall back to sleep.
and it's not until much later in the day that he wakes up, early afternoon, and you're kind of tiptoeing around so that he can get his much-needed rest. you slip into the closet of your bedroom for something and you think you're gonna get in and out without a sound, but his hearing is so attuned to just about anything and everything at this point.
so rough and raspy, he grunts out, "what're y'lookin' for?" and you whip around real fast and he's just—
half sitting up in bed, bare back leaning against the headboard. an arm behind his head, so that his bicep is tense and round and stone-solid. stretched like that, his obliques are more prominent, taut and rippling up the side of his ribcage. he must have gotten hot while passed out, as he usually does, because the comforter is all askew; one of his legs is bent, the fine hair a dark gold in the waning day; the other is hanging off the bed, lightly swinging as he watches you, and the blanket has come down enough that you can see the bulge of his thigh muscles beneath his stupid tiny black boxer briefs.
and he's just so. man. in every single way.
(his hair is flat on one side, too, and his eyes are still a little puffy from sleep—but you think that adds to it, all in all)
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>tfw you wake up and none of it was real. You’ll never be a feral hog.
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So I read Trimax...and rewatched Stampede after...
I cried so hard and for so long and so frequently that the next day my eyes and head still hurt. I think about it and just want to curl up and cry over it again. Tis peak 10/10, I am resisting the urge to read it all again. I will rewatch Tristamp and 98 another 10 more times.
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Wayne coming home to find the boys viciously and LOUDLY arguing and immediately getting ready to a) throw that Harrington boy out on his ear and b) be a shoulder for Eddie to cry on.
As soon as he walks through the door the Harrington boy gestures at him and screeches "TELL HIM WHAT YOU TOLD ME", and Eddie just crumples in on himself in shame, refusing to look at anyone.
Wayne standing there listening to Steve rant about how 'he doesn't care about kids or marriage or any of that shit' and how he's going to throttle Eddie for trying to break up with him because he thinks he's trailer trash and therefore has nothing to offer Steve in the long run.
Wayne excusing himself to get ready for bed, chuckling to himself as he realises that 'that Harrington boy' is gonna be around for a long time, and he's actually good with that.
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