#my favourite band the dorks

[emily-mooon]

Alright to any of my followers and fellow Bylers who like goth, post punk, and punk music, talk to me!!!!!

#I so badly need to talk about my favourite music genres #I’m a desperate little rat who wants to have a nice back and forth convo about our favourite songs from different bands #put it in the comments please because I am a dork with private messages #you know what I’m tagging byler because I know some of you like that genre and it’s also wills favourite so it’s perfect #byler

[luveline]

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary You're having trouble sleeping and pot seems like the only solution. Good thing your dealer, Eddie Munson, knows of another method that he's willing to to teach you. You get more than you bargained for when he tells you what he gets off to every night - you. [8.8k]

warnings 18+ only smut, fem!reader, eddie teaches you how to masturbate, p in v sex, light praise kink, mutual pining/lusting, lots of kissing, dirty talk, weed ment, aftercare, they are not so secretly infatuated with one another, eddie is a soft dork but also dirty <3 r implied as dressing very femininely

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Eddie kneels outside his trailer. 

You stop at the lip of the grass and wonder what he's doing. His back is to you, covered by a band shirt familiar even from this angle and riddled with rips and moth holes. You're about to call out to him when he speaks. 

"You're hot, huh, sweetheart?" Softer than you've ever heard him. "Why don't you go inside? Escape the heat, yeah?"

You approach slowly, footfall smothered by the lush green underfoot. He's scratching behind the ears of a tabby cat. 

"It's so hot out! The sun's gonna cook you," he says, whisper-shouting.

Like the tabby can understand what he's saying it stands, stretches tall and then slinks off into the trailer. "Good girl," Eddie says, standing up. 

"Are you collecting strays?" you ask lightly. 

He turns to you, surprised but not scared. "Don't worry, you're still my favourite." 

Good girl. His words ring loud between both ears. "I'm not a stray." 

"Uh-huh. What's my shy girl want today?" You spin on your heel and Eddie starts laughing. "Sorry, I'm sorry! Come on, you'll like what I have!" 

"You know I can't talk to you when you get like this," you tell him, pouting from over your shoulder. 

He pushes a mess of black curls behind his ear and beckons you forward. "Come on," he says, sing-song. "Let daddy set you up."

"Jesus Christ," you mutter, following Eddie into his house unhappily. 

You hate when he gets in this mood, not because he's ever really made you uncomfortable, but because you like to be teased, and he knows it. Or he likes watching you squirm. Either way, it's dangerous territory. 

"How much did you want?" he asks. 

The cool inside of his trailer is a blessing. You hold your naked arms away from your skin and try to take a deep breath of cool air. "I have thirty dollars. So… however much that is." 

"Babe, what the fuck do you want so much for?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder at you incredulously. 

You follow him into his room. "Do you not have it?" you ask, tracing posters you've seen upwards of ten times by now. Eddie's a good dealer – reliable, sweet, and prone to freebies without any pervy requests in place. 

He once swapped you an eighth for a cheap charm bracelet. He wears it now, the silver delicate and entirely too sweet for his metalhead appearance. It looks good on him, anyhow. 

He pulls open the usual lunchbox you hadn't noticed sitting on one of his amps and pulls out more pot than you've ever seen at one time. "Don't I?" 

"Woah."

"Uh-huh. Ern't she preddy?" he asks in a drawing southern accent. 

You hold out your hands and he lets you take it. When you open the zip lock bag, the smell isn't awful. The buds are thick with green fuzz, and your eyes water. 

You pass it back to him. "How much can I have for thirty?" 

"For you? Half." 

"Don't do that, Eddie. Gimme what you'd give anyone else." 

"But you're not anyone else, babe. You're my favourite customer." 

"I'm gonna put you out of business," you say, lightly chiding. "Can I sit down?" 

He hums and nods and you sit cross legged at the top of his bed. His bed sheets are pushed away and the space is cold. His pillow under your hand is colder. 

Eddie doesn't bother weighing it. You roll your eyes at him but also feel amazingly happy, because it's a lot of pot for not a lot of money, because his favouritism speaks for what you hope might be a small crush. Still, when he passes you the new bag you feel guilty. 

"Eddie, I can't take that. I know that's more than thirty." 

His eyebrows jump. "I don't care. What's the point in doing this if I can't give pretty girls a little something extra?" 

"I don't know. To make money?" 

He holds out the bag. You don't take it. "Fine," he says, sighing.

"Thank you." You watch him fish three or four bigger buds out of the bag. He presents you with a much more reasonable amount, his hands stained with the smell. "Thank you," you say again.

"Yeah. Wanna stay and watch a movie?" 

You've known Eddie since middle school. Classmates, not really friends, not not friends, though ever since you've started buying a small kinship has blossomed between you. 

"What movie?" 

"Whatever you want." 

You nibble the inside of your lip. "You'll roll up for me?" 

"Sure will." 

So you end up on Eddie's couch with the tabby cat that isn't his purring heavily on your lap as he rolls a couple of joints for you. You won't smoke anything until tonight so Eddie drops them into your newly acquired ziplock bag with papers and the leftover bud. 

He sniffs. "So, you're not sleeping?" he asks knowingly, straightening out with a groan and disappearing out of view into the kitchenette. You're a total overthinker. Pot helps you calm down.

"I'm sleeping." 

"After toking up." 

"There's…" You scratch the vibrating cat behind its ears, frowning to yourself. "Worse things to do." 

"Better ones, though. Hey, do you want a drink?" 

You say no and he brings you a glass of water anyways. His hands smell strongly of hand soap and faintly of weed as he passes it to you. You take it carefully, wary of disturbing your cuddle partner. 

"Like what?" you ask.

"Cranking one out, for starters." 

You wince, afraid to bring the lip of the glass to your mouth in case you choke on it. "Anything else?"

"Running?" Eddie suggests, sitting with you but leaving a more than comfortable gap between your legs.

"Not my thing," you murmur. 

It's weird, but anything above murmuring feels like shouting in the calm of his home. The movie plays on the TV and the cat purs, Eddie spreads his legs out and slouches into the cushions, his face surrounded by dark hair. He smiles at you like he always does, amicable if slightly flirty. 

"Maybe pot is your only option," he says mournfully. He pulls a lock of hair in front of his face and his eyebrows pinch together. "Make sure you brush your teeth after though. Or you'll get bad teeth."

"Bad teeth?" 

"Smoking ruins your pearls." 

You put down your glass of water and weave your fingers into the cat's rough fur. Eddie is really nice. Really really nice. And he probably likes you, so… what's the worst that could happen, by asking? 

I'm only asking, you decide. 

"Eddie," you say softly, disrupting a big tobacco rant that he'd started. "What- when you say cranking one out, that's-" 

"You know." He holds his hand above his crotch and squeezes the air. You feel a terrible heat start to collect in your abdomen. "Five to one? Uh- Nulling the void?" He grasps for words at your lost expression. "Making soup?" 

His voice goes high. You think he's as embarrassed as you are, and you're not gonna ask again. You giggle. "Oh, right." 

He drops his hand heavy against the seat of his pants and leans back. "Crank one out and sleep like a log." 

"That works for you?" you ask tentatively. 

"Every night." 

You sink down into the couch and hide your face in cat fur. Eddie starts asking about how your job is, a genuine, earnest interest that further cements your next decision. You clear your throat. 

"Eddie, can I ask you something?" He grins and waves his hand. "When you," you wince, "'make soup', do you just- how do you…" You slink down so far you're almost falling off of the couch. "How do you make yourself-" You gesture to your pelvis and then screw your hand into a fist, self-conscious.

He blinks. "Finish?" 

You look at the chain around his neck rather than his face. "Yeah." 

"Are you asking me because you want to know how I do it, or because you don't know how to do it to yourself?" 

You rub your cheek with your shoulder. "The second option." 

"Shit," he mutters. 

"Sorry, you don't have to- I just thought-" 

Eddie sits up. He looks more serious than he had before but not any less patient, elbows braced on his knees and head propped up in his hand. He parts his fingers over his lips. 

"You don't know how?" he asks. 

"I must've missed that lesson in sex ed," you try to joke. It comes out awkward. Eddie laughs anyways, a huff of breath. 

"Lucky you, I've sat through sex ed three times." He grins brilliantly, but his joking tone softens when he sees your hesitant expression. "If you wanna know, I'm happy to tell you." 

"Are you sure?"

"We're friends, right? What are friends for?" You don't miss the sarcastic twist to his words or his ironic smile. 

Friends like you and Eddie likely aren't meant to be giving one another lessons on masturbation. But really, he's the only person you know who you could ask and wouldn't feel totally looked down on. Eddie's nice to his core, but better – he doesn't judge. 

You struggle to know what to ask. 

The cat chooses this moment to wake and jump off of you, strutting out of the trailer's open door and back into the sunlight without so much as a grateful look back. 

And now you're alone with him. 

"How's your anatomy?" he asks. You shake your head slowly. "You know, grade wise? Are we passing? B? B-? C?" 

"I don't know what you're talking about, Munson." 

"Do you know what's what?" he asks concisely.

You sit up and press your knees together, suddenly very aware of your 'anatomy'. "I think so." 

He purses his lips for a few seconds before shrugging. "Alright. We can work with that." Eddie pushes his cheek into the couch and looks at your face unflinching as he says, "You know what your clit is?" 

You cringe. Full body. 

Eddie shrugs. "What? That's what it's called. You don't have to be embarrassed about it." 

"I know what it is." 

"And you can't make yourself-" 

"No." 

He doesn't miss your frustration. "Hey, hey, it's fine. Some people think that it's, like, a magic on-button, but it's not. There's a whole process." 

"How do you know?" you ask genuinely. 

His answering smile is wolfish. "I'm in a band, babe. Fucking a guitarist is like, a bucket list thing or some shit. Girls will tell you exactly what they want if you're willing to listen." 

Something about his knowing look has your heart skipping a beat. Maybe two. He pushes his hand across the couch and you're not sure if it's on purpose or accident, only that he's leaning in, a small smile on his face. 

"And I'm a damn good listener." 

You meet his eyes and know what he's offering. He waits, ring heavy fingers splayed wide in the space between you. It's the sight of them – thick, long and adorned in string-wrought calluses – that tips you over the edge. 

He's already pulling back with a reassuring smile on his face, lips parted to likely say something too nice when you interrupt him. 

"Will you teach me?" you ask quietly. 

A split-second of surprise is quickly overtaken by enthusiasm. "You're not high, are you?" 

"No." 

He gets up to close the door and starts for his room. You linger on the couch uselessly and he doubles back, hand on the wall. "Are you coming?" 

The noise from the TV fades as you walk down the hall and into his room. Your socked foot nudges into a tower of books close to the door and you reach out to steady them. Eddie pulls the sheets back into place and flicks on the lamp. He pauses by the stereo before turning that on, too. 

A song you don't recognise starts to play. Eddie climbs up onto his bed and stands there for a second, suddenly very tall. "You wanna take off your jacket?"

"It's a cardigan." You peel the thin white cotton off of your shoulders and shift from foot to foot, unsure of yourself. 

Eddie settles on his knees, pulls off his rings. "It's pretty. Come here," he says, holding out his arms. 

You slide onto the bed cautiously, naked calves rubbing against the sheets. You feel as though every sense has been dialled to eleven; you're thinking about every brush of fabric, every small sound that they make. 

Eddie takes one of your hands and you sit with one leg crossed and the other hanging off the edge of the bed, surprised at his soft touch. He soothes your hand and brings it to his lap, eyes on your now-bared shoulders. 

"You dress real pretty." He says it with his usual dramatics, though there's enough sincerity there to make you smile. 

You look down at your delicate clothes thoughtfully. "You think so?" 

"Mh-hm. It suits you," he says as he drums his thumbs against the back of your hand. 

He pushes one palm up the length of your arm and pulls it towards him at the same time. You've never been touched like this before and you want it bad, shuffling towards him with a shameful speed. He takes it in stride, hand bumping up the hill of your shoulder. His index finger slides under the skinny strap of your top and tugs at it playfully. 

"You look sweet. Really sweet," he says, his voice more hushed than before. His eyes drop to your thighs. "You'll have to take those off, though."

"My shirt too?" you ask weakly, eyebrows pinched up at the starts. 

"Not if you don't want to." You hesitate. He takes your thigh into a big hand and gives you a small shake. "It's okay. Take your time. Or, if you changed your mind, that's totally cool." 

"No, I haven't," you deny, voice trembling with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. You kick your legs out in front of you one at a time and ease your shorts over the slopes of your thighs and calves, pushing them off of his bed with your feet. 

“If you change your mind at any point-“

“I’ll tell you,” you say, nodding as you pull your knees together. 

Eddie manoeuvres so he’s close, twisted toward you with his hand braced by your thigh. The cold metal of the charm bracelet you'd swapped him bites into your skin. If you leaned back and he leaned forward, he could kiss you. You think maybe he has the same idea as his eyes dart to your lips. 

They linger. 

He blinks and it’s gone. 

“I’m gonna rub your leg,” he says quietly, “and when I get to the inside, I’m gonna touch you. Okay?”

As he says it, his hand moves onto your thigh. Down to your knee.

Slowly, so slowly, back up. His fingers caress the inside of your thigh. He pauses. 

“‘Kay,” you whisper. 

His fingers flex over your flesh as he draws in. Then, like a shock, his fingertips press to your underwear. 

“I’m not surprised,” he says steadily, fingers brushing over your cunt, ghosting but never truly touching where you want him to. 

“By what?” 

“That you wear such cute panties.” He strokes the hem with the tip of his finger and you hold your breath as he slides it under the elastic, running the fabric over his digit gently. “S’exactly the kind of thing I pictured you wearing.”

“You’ve pictured them?” 

He looks up from his teasing and your panties snap into place. You gasp on instinct and his eyes narrow, his lashes kissing in the corners. “Does that bother you?” he murmurs. 

You shake your head. His lips quirk up, a smugness that makes your heart race ever faster. 

"Do you do anything like this with yourself?" he asks. 

"I'm never this nice." 

"That's a crime," he says, and he laughs loud, momentarily shattering the distilled atmosphere that had settled over you both. "Thighs like these and you don't touch them?"

"Is that what you do?" you ask, insecure.

"No, but it's different. I don't need to get warmed up like you do." 

"Warmed up?" you whisper. Having to ask these questions feels so embarrassing. 

Eddie being so soft about it makes it easier. "Relaxed," he whispers in turn, laughing towards the end.

His thumb rubs the elastic of your underwear and drifts slowly inward until he's pushing over your folds. You gasp and it's slightly startled, sounding too close to panic for Eddie, who's hand flinches away. 

"Didn't like that?" he asks. 

You rush, "It's okay. Surprised." 

One big hand holds your thigh, the other strokes your cunt. He's a little firmer now, pushing the breadth of his thumb over your panties until he touches something very sensitive. "Here?" He pushes up a little higher and your breath catches. He makes an almost inaudible cooing sound and flattens his hand, rubbing the length of your cunt without finesse. It feels good anyway. It surprises you how much you like it. 

He pinches your panties.

"Ready to take them off?" he asks. 

"Yeah." 

You lift your hips and peel your underwear down, folding your legs to pull them off of your ankles. You clutch them in your hand, unsure. 

Eddie sits back and pulls you towards him. You let him manhandle you with a small gasp, his hands pressing into the soft of your tummy. You can't see his face anymore. 

"Alright," he murmurs, pulling your thigh over his lap and spreading you wide. His voice is loud in your ear because of his proximity, and you resist the temptation to turn your face to his.

"Let's just-" he works your underwear out of your hand and tosses them aside. 

His hand lands on your knee and moves down fast. 

You lean back heavily into his chest with your hands pulled to your sternum. 

"Eddie," you say, "what do I do?" 

He hums. "Touch yourself." 

You seize up and he's quick to soothe, fingers closing around the crook of your elbow.

"Hey, I'm gonna show you. I'm gonna show you," he repeats. He pulls at the lip of your cunt and spreads you open, groaning softly. You wouldn't hear it if his lips weren't so close to your face. "How'd you have a cunt this sweet and never touch it? I mean, fuck." 

His fingertips whisper past your pubic hair like he's going to say something more, but he only asks, "Hand?" 

You put your hand into his, the back to his palm. 

He sets it to your thigh. "Do what I did before, okay? Slowly…" He drags your hand up and down the length of your thigh. 

Your heart is racing. Every time you crawl close to your cunt the burning longing to be touched, to touch yourself, and to have him touch you intensifies. 

Eventually he pulls your hand to your clit. "You're so sensitive. Is it always this bad?" he asks sympathetically when you jump, tickled at the feelin. 

"I haven't tried in a while." 

"Oh, I see." Eddie encourages you to push your fingertip into the bead of your clit, drawing slow circles. "Poor baby. Just desperate to have someone take care of you." His voice is so low, so ridiculously soft, you find yourself sinking into his hold. He squeezes the crook of your elbow with one hand, the other still guiding your ministrations. You bite your lip at the sensation that's begun, the tiny spark of pleasure.

"Here, let me-" He lifts your hand away from your clit and you whine involuntarily. "Shh, sweetheart, I'm only gonna give you something to work with." 

You turn your head to him and watch as his mouth opens. He sucks the very tip of your finger between his lips, the heat of his tongue a momentary flash. When he pulls it back, your finger shines with his spit. 

Your eyes are half-lidded, watching through the crush of your lashes as he presses it back to your clit. "How's that? S'that better?" he asks, crooning. His tone sports an underlying mockery, a light-hearted teasing that's slowly turning intense. 

It is better. It's different. Your fingertip searches for purchase against the slick skin and struggles to find it, the wetness allowing for freer, faster movement. 

You push a second finger against the first. 

Eddie stops helping. You pause, confused. 

"No, you got it, sweetheart. You keep going," he reassures, grabbing a hold of your thigh again. He teases the dough there, never cruel but maybe close, fat moulding under his fingers as he squeezes. 

Your breathing builds with pleasure. Still, it's hot enough; there's no sign of an oncoming climax, no tightening coil in your tummy. You huff with exertion and frustration. "Eddie, it's not working." 

"I'm not done." He sounds almost stern. Your stomach flips. "You have to think about what you want." 

"What I want?" 

"What turns you on." 

You think of his hands and their rings. His happy trail. 

His voice. Good girl. 

You slam your eyes shut.

Eddie gives you another mean squeeze. "What do you think about, when you-" 

You don't let him finish. "What do you think about?" you ask, too loud. 

He stills. His nose pushes into your shoulder, his hair tickling your skin as he asks, "Are you sure you wanna know?"

Your breath catches. Your fingers stutter where they work into your clit and Eddie starts you right back up again. His lips brush your shoulder. 

"Yes," you say, gasping as pleasure like little shocks of heat shoot to your core. 

The hand at your elbow starts to rove, tickling your arm as he strokes downwards. "You first," he murmurs, teasing your wrist. You swear you can feel his smile against your shoulder. 

You breathe in through your nose. "Uh, I think of- of somebody…" You try, but you just can't say it. 

Eddie's fingers push down your crease. Stop right before your entrance. "Is this okay?" 

"Yeah." 

"Mmm…" He circles your entrance. "Now what does a pretty girl like you think of when she's touching herself?" You don't think he wants an answer. His middle finger brushes across the slick well and pushes in. You squirm and he holds you in place. 

There's something very hard digging into your spine. 

"Something sweet as you… Let me guess. Boy next door comes around to mow the lawn, you invite him in for a drink, one thing comes to another-" He pushes his finger in deeper. "And he's fucking you.

"That sound about right?" 

You shake your head. His own perks up where it rests on your shoulder. "No? Huh." 

Your circles have grown slow and staggered, distracted by his touch as he eases his ring finger in beside his middle. "Something more romantic? Wedding night, love of your life. Guy that's gonna treat you like a diamond. Way a girl like you deserves." He pushes in, stretches them out. You moan as he curls them, as his arm works back and forth. "Gives it to you gentle." His movements slow to match.

And sure, that sounds nice. But it's not what you think about. 

"No," you manage to get out through shallow breaths. 

"No? You don't want it gentle?" 

"Not- not all the time." 

"How about right now?"

"Please." 

Slowly, slowly, the shape of Eddie's hard cock against your back starts to move in time with the thrusts of his hand. He pushes in deep, fingers searching emphatically for the sweet spot, the thing that's gonna make you- 

"Fuck," you whimper. 

His cock jumps. You feel it. 

"You keep rubbing that pretty little clit of yours, sweetheart." 

You do as he asks. You're desperate enough now that you imagine you'd do most anything he says, your climax a tangible, physical possibility. Your tummy feels heavy and aching with want, worse when he probes deeply and marks your sweet spot again. His lips press to your shoulder, soft enough that you worry you're imagining it. 

"You see what I'm doing here? See what fingers I'm using?" he asks. You open your eyes reluctantly. His wrist turns. You watch his fingers sink into the gummy heat of your cunt. "Tight little hole's just pulling me in, fucking clinging to me, baby, she's greedy." 

You gasp, a hiccup of scandalised sound. 

"Want you to try, okay? You gonna do that for me?" 

"Yeah, Eddie." 

"Good girl." You moan, you don't mean to, but he's fucking into your quick and your finger pushes into your clit roughly. Eddie revels in it. "You like that? You like being called a good girl? I fucking knew it." 

You frown and start to turn to him. He presses his cheek to your head so you can't, stuck looking down the length of the bed at your trembling legs. 

"You looked so flustered, standing all sweet and quiet by the van out front with your thighs squeezed together. You think I didn't see that shit?" 

You're limp against him, thighs spread wide as you work into your clit, chasing this new feeling. You can hardly breathe, every exhale a keening moan that has you shame-faced and weepy. You roll your hips to meet his fingers, his hand slapping against your cunt with a slick slap. 

"You looked so sweet. Y'always do." He turns his lips to your ear and curls into you until your squealing. "Guess looks can be deceiving." 

You're so close, so close. Tendrils of heat curl heavily at your core. "Eddie, I'm- I'm-"

"You wanna cum?"

"Yes," you pant. 

He pulls his fingers from your cunt and you're so confused that you stop, your climax slipping away in seconds. 

"Sorry, but you have to do it yourself. This is all pointless if you can't get there on your own," he says. 

Your chest heaves. "That's mean. You're mean." 

"I never claimed otherwise. Here, middle and marriage, babe." He guides your hand to your entrance. You push your fingers inside, your tongue between your lips in concentration. Your fingers aren't as thick as his, they don't feel quite the same, but Eddie pushes your thumb into your clit. "Move your wrist. Feel that? Feel how soft you are? How fucking warm you are?" 

You're not nearly as good as he was but every clumsy touch feels electric. You push your thumb into sweeping circles and pant your frustration aloud, feeling close to tears. 

"You wanna know what I think about, when I jerk off?" he asks unexpectedly.

You nod, your head moving back into his collar. He rubs the lengths of your arms leisurely, his lazy demeanour in total juxtaposition to your desperation.

"There's this girl that comes to see me," he starts, coloured by a smug amusement. "Sweet thing, soft-spoken, always wearing these pretty clothes looking like something straight out of the movies.

"I think about a lot of things. Her thighs-" One of his hands falls to your thigh in time, massaging, "fuck, just wanna bury my face in them and never come out. Pull down those cotton shorts she's so partial to with the dainty stitching and-" He laughs and his lips part over your shoulder. His teeth scratch up, up, up. "Make her fucking cry my name. Feel those thighs tense up around me." 

You're so close your entire body shudders. You slow without meaning to, holding your breath in wait for Eddie to finish his story  

He gives you one final push. "Always wondered if she sounds as pretty as she looks when she cums." He kisses the small graze he'd given you mere seconds ago and everything is blue-white with heat. "Gonna clue me in, sweetheart? Gonna cum for me?" 

Your eyes close hard and you breathe out, an exhale ragged and weak and mewling. You don't moan so much as sob without tears, tensing up in Eddie's arms as bliss blooms. You pull your hand from your sopping cunt and feel your walls contract around nothing as you cum.

He pulls you close, throbbing cock pressing hard into your back. "Fuck," he hisses, hands placating where they lay. 

You go lax, head tipping back as you suck in air that had felt elusive moments ago. 

Eddie rubs your arms without saying anything. You cover his hands and try to summon up words. 

"Just as pretty as you look," he murmurs. 

He's so fuckng nice. So fucking nice, and what? He thinks about you when he jacks off? Since when? 

You sit up and drop your chin to your chest, panting still. 

"You okay?"

After a few seconds you smile and turn to him, intent on saying, Yes, thank you, and maybe something with more gratitude, something silly, just something. But you can't speak.

His face is close. 

Eddie brings a hand to the slope of your rising shoulder, follows a line to the curve of your neck. You look to his eyes and find him staring at your lips unabashedly. 

He pulls you into him. You close your eyes. 

Eddie Munson tastes like lots of things as he kisses you.

Cigarettes, unavoidable. Under that, sugar. Something sweet but heavy as bourbon vanilla. Your lips part and close in tandem with his, slow and hungry. Your heart races and your fingers are still wet as you twist in his arms and take his face into your hands. 

You climb up onto your knees and Eddie doesn't know what to do with you. 

He smiles so hard he has to pull away. Not smirking, smiling, a cheek-aching, too-happy smile that softens everything in your chest. 

You rub a shaking thumb over his cheek. You don't know if it's because of the post-orgasm rush of hormones or because he just kissed you and now he's smiling like he might do it again. 

He does. He kisses you and grabs your waist. His fingers mess with the hem of your shirt and he breaks the kiss short to say, "Take it off?" 

You sit back on your knees, feel the mess of wet between your legs spread as you grab at the edge of your shirt and pull it up. Eddie helps though he doesn't need to, and just like that you're shirtless. 

"Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening," he says, voice weak in what you suspect is one of his dramatics. 

He slides his hands up your sides and stops just below your breasts. His thumbs grace the undersides and his brow puckers. "Fuck," he mouths appreciatively. 

You flush head to toe. "Yours, too?" you ask gently. 

Eddie reaches back to pull off his shirt. His hair's in total disarray and he runs his hands through it, biceps flexing with the movement, torso taut. The black ink of his tattoos move with him and your eyes eat up every single one. 

He catches your eyes where they linger on the volley of bats. "You like that one?" 

"I've always liked that one." 

He grins and it's honey thick, hands at the small of your back and tugging. You spread your knees wide on impulse and find yourself flush to his chest, his arms locking you into place as he dives in for another kiss. Again you're surprised at how deeply he kisses you, how it ebbs and flows from slow to fast like he's both savouring and gorging himself on your closeness. 

You've never been kissed like this. You're weightless. You feel every contiguity between you, the hot and wet of his mouth, the crook of his elbow against the nape of your neck, your nipples peaked against his chest and the length of his dick pushing up into your aching cunt. 

"Fucking pretty," he says, pulling back just enough to kiss the corner of your mouth, your chin. He kisses your jaw over and over and over, lips pulling into crescents and then the same word. Pretty. 

His mouth opens wide at your throat, teeth scratching lightly as it closes. He sucks your skin between his lips and rolls it, hand spreading wide and palm flat at your shoulder blade. Steadying. . 

"That's cute," he says when he pulls away, lips shining. 

"What?" you ask, hand drifting up. You poke at the quick-forming contusion.

He nudges it aside with his face as he moves in to further mark up your neck. "You're so fucking pretty," he says, each word separated by a nipping kiss. 

His hands are everywhere.

Everything is warm and you can't breathe. You plant your hands at his shoulders and push away from him, and he stops you from falling flat on your back, levelling you with a worried glance. 

"Is it too much?" he asks. 

"No, I'm just hot. Really hot." You take a big breath and wipe your face with the back of both hands. 

"That's true," he says, leaning back against the wall. His hands fall to your thighs. "Are you okay?" 

You drop your hands abruptly and can't believe the fondness you're feeling. "You're pretty, too," you tell him. Honest if very shy; meek, entirely sincere. "I'm okay. I want…" 

"You want?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. 

"I have this fantasy," you begin. 

Eddie widens your legs to move from under them. It doesn't surprise you when he comes to lie on your chest, holding his weight off of you with an arm at the side of your ribs. His hair falls and hides the room from view. All you can see is his face, and it's beautiful. 

"Tell me about it." 

"It's- okay. It's…" You drift off as he dips down to kiss your collar, only chaste pecks but enough to distract you. "It's kind of like this." 

"Yeah?" His breath warms your chest. More ditzy kisses.

"I get here and you're coming out of the shower-" 

"Tasteful." 

"With a towel low on your hips," you add pointedly. It's useless, his sarcasm has pinned you spot on. "And you- you touch me." 

Eddie kitten licks the skin he's just nibbled and looks up. "Like this?" 

"Like this." 

"And after that," his hand moves between you to the zipper of his jeans, the sound of metal clicking metal ringing through the room, "what do I do?" 

"You push me down into the bed, and-" You feel the fabric of his jeans rub your thighs as he pulls them down. "You…" 

"What do I do, sweetheart?" 

"You push my legs up and you fuck me," you confess.

He scrambles back towards his nightstand, a hand on your ankle that says, I'm not going far. "How do I fuck you? Am I rough?" 

"Not at first." 

There, in his hands, the red plastic of a condom wrapper, bright as a maraschino cherry. He holds it up and you nod. 

"Not at first," he murmurs, ripping open the condom, hissing as he pulls it over his weeping cock. It's big – not too thick, but big, surrounded by a thatch of dark curls trimmed neat. "But eventually?" 

He rolls it on tight and then there's nothing but this admission of your guiltiest fantasy. You spread your legs without thinking and he pulls you towards him, thumb collecting slick where it's pooled and pushing it up towards your entrance. What's left on his fingers he smears over the length of his shaft. You watch him rub at the head and sigh. 

"Eventually," you agree. 

His cock rubs up against you as he leans down and pinches your chin between his fingers, lips parted from a sharp gasp and opening further. "Can I fuck you? Is that what you want?" 

You nod voraciously. 

He gives you a very firm kiss at the highest point of your cheek. "In words." 

"Yes, you can fuck me. That's what I want," you say without hesitation. 

"You tell me if I do something you don't like," he says, lining up. 

"I will," you say earnestly. 

Eddie pushes your leg up towards your tummy and holds it there. "Good girl," he praises, and pushes in.

You're already worked open by his hand, your own hand and your climax, and still it's a snug fit. You cross your arm over your chest with your lips bitten hard to stop from making what you anticipate to be a very great and mortifying sound. He takes it slow, real slow, towering over you with his brows furrowed just slightly and his back arching. Every move he makes is accompanied by a careful thrust of his hips. He's rhythm in motion. 

"Fuck," he mutters, more than once. He's halfway when you feel that stretch, your pulpy walls accommodating him with little complaint and a lot of pleasure. 

You drop your head back against the bed sheets and hug yourself. 

Eddie reaches for your hand where its cracking your breast absentmindedly and squeezes your fingers. "How's that?" he asks. "How's that feel?" 

You close your eyes. "S'good, Eddie." You lay out your own roll of expletives as he pushes in ever deeper. "You're really- oh," you gasp, "really deep." 

"You should see it, babe, pretty pussy gripping my every fucking inch." He leans down and his cock fills another inch of you. Your fingers ache with how hard he's squeezing them, and you look up to find his eyes on yours. "I'm gonna fill you up, okay? You gonna be a good girl for me and take it?" 

You blink and your lashes feel heavy with tears. "Yeah. I can take it. I can take it." 

"I know," he says, hovering over you, close enough to hug if you wanted to. 

He grabs your side and his thumb pushes into the soft swell of your breast, his grip tightening as he fits those last inches of his cock inside you. You rub your cheek against his bedsheets, your head fuzzy from being so full. He takes your bared neck as an opportunity and ducks into the juncture of it and his face fits there like it was made to, his nose bobbing against the column of your throat as he starts to fuck into you. His hips roll, a mess of his sticky pubes kissing your clit. 

This close you can smell him, the heavy scents of pot and smoke, the sweet nutty smell of oil clinging to his hair. Sweat, as you imagine you smell of too, and sex. The room is filled with it, the smells and the sounds of his thighs thudding into yours. 

"Eddie- Eddie," you whimper, muffled by the sheets beneath you. 

He pushes in deep and rubs his nose into your skin emphatically. "What's wrong, hm? What's got you all wound up?" 

You wrap your arms around his back. You're not sure if you're allowed to but you're hardly thinking ahead – you can't. Every thrust, every movement he makes is at the forefront of your mind, commanding all of your attention. The tickling of his hair against the side of your face. The skipping of the chains of his necklace where it teases your neck. 

"Babe?" he asks, pulling back to turn your head. He stills inside you. 

You protest, loud and completely unlike yourself. "Eddie, don't stop. Please don't." Your hands push into his shoulder blades. He ruts in at your request, thumb rubbing your cheek. "Feels so good," you say. You trip over your praise, voice breaking. 

He starts up again, whispering, "Do you want me to hold your leg up, pretty girl?" and, "Taking me so well- taking it so fucking well," and, worse, "Fuck, sweetheart, just like that," when you tigthen around him. 

You weave your fingers into the messy crush of black curls surrounding his face, careful not to tug as you covet the back of his head and nape of his neck, scratching his scalp lightly with one hand as the other strokes his side. 

Your moans become a half-sobbing sort of mess, quiet and desperate, drawn out of you with every tap of his cock into your soft spot. When he finds it he can't not search for it, rutting into it over and over until you can't produce anything but an unintelligible stream of babble and happy sighs. 

He laps lazily at your neck, the stretch of skin dampened and stinging from love bites. He thrusts in hard and hits something sweet that has you clinging to him. 

"You smell good," he says into your skin.

Your hips ache with pleasure. "I must taste pretty good," you say. What, with how he's willing to nibble on you like this. 

He squeezes your neck and narrows his eyes at you playfully. "I intend to find out." He moves down until your lips are a hair's width from touching. "Bet you taste as sweet as everything else."

You lift your chin and kiss him, dedicating your affections to his top lip. He groans into your mouth, hips moving slow and thrusts shallow when suddenly they're not. His cock drags out slowly and slams in deep, his pelvis hitting into yours. 

You keen into the kiss, gentle and at odds with his fucking. His fingers find your ear and his thumb follows down the shell until he's pinching your earlobe, a split-second touch that melts you into putty. He pulls away from the kiss and inhales loudly, his fingers under your ear and pushing your face to the side so that he can wade in from a new angle.

You curl your fingers around his wrist and let yourself be kissed and fucked and touched. Anything he wants to do, he can do. 

Eddie breaks the kiss.

"What did I taste like?" you ask breathlessly. 

He traces an invisible teardrop down your cheek with the back of his pinky finger. "Oh, sweetheart," he says quietly, lowering his lips to the shell of your ear. "That's not where I meant." 

Another hard thrust. You gasp at the dull aching spreading through your tummy and Eddie softens slightly, not so deep but just as fast, faster, his cheek to your cheek as he works you open. His rugged panting in your ear is everything you need. You force your hand between your body and Eddie's and search for the wet mess of your clit, chasing quick circles into the swollen bump. 

Eddie realises what's happening and his fucking turns desperate. "You gonna cum again? Shit- keep touching, I'll get you there, fucking promise you." He's hardly pulling out an inch before he's rutting back in, kicking up the speed until all you can feel is pleasure again. 

Eddie slows down as you cum, moaning as you tighten around him. He pushes away from you to kneel between your legs again, eyes locking onto your cunt obstinately, his panting loud as he drags his cock in and out. 

"Insane," he mumbles, hands coasting down your legs until he's grasping the fat of your thighs and pulling you back onto his cock. "You're insane." 

As if proving it, his hands rove the hills and troughs of your torso, your skin clammy underhand, his hips moving mindlessly. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand and blink back into focus. 

"Are you close?" you ask him, whispering. 

You're lucky he can hear you with the music he's playing and the sounds of your slick hole being stretched. Eddie tucks a lock of sweat-dark hair behind his ear and his eyes pause in their reverential searching to meet yours. 

He peels your hand off of your mouth and holds it. 

"Fucking teetering, babe. Been close ever since I felt you wrapped around my fingers." He pulls your hand and you take it as a cue to try and sit up. Eddie helps you into his lap, your thighs straddling his thighs, slipping down his length until you're stuffed to bursting. 

You hide your face in his shoulder and he rubs your back. "You're okay," he says sympathetically, "I got you. You just sit pretty, there's a good girl." 

You wrap your arms around his neck and try your best to bounce on his cock as he thrust up into you, a steady pace that turns sloppy. You rake your hands through his curls and kiss at the curve of his neck down to the slope of his shoulder, dizzied and cock-drunk, totally fucked out. You hum into your kisses with every prodding of his mushroom tip against your deepest spot, rambling nonsense at him in a way you hope is making a difference. 

"Fucking me so good," you mumble, equal parts tearful and euphoric, lips wet and spreading a shine like frost in the sun over his lean shoulder. "So good, Eddie. Thought about this too much." 

"Yeah?" he asks, sounding like a different person. Voice rough as hewn stone and hands bruising where they grip you, his heavy sack slapping into you with every sluggish rock of his hips. "Good as you pictured? M'I fucking you like you wanted?" 

"Better," you say sincerely. 

"Fuck, sweetheart," he says, and he's close, you know he is.

You roll your pelvis in circles and try your hardest, aflame as you plead, "Cum for me, please? Please, Eddie, wanna feel it." 

Despite your shy intonation Eddie goes rigid. He fucks in with one final thrust that sends shocks deep to your core and spreading out, cutting your happy little gasp short as he pulls your head tight to his neck. His hips twitch underneath you and he's making sounds that are going to haunt you, whiney, begging moans over your head. 

Eddie's tight hold on you slowly loosens. You're breathing fast, finally out of motion. Your thighs burn where they're spread over his lap and you squirm unintentionally. 

He pulls your neck back from his shoulder and looks over your face, concern lining the soft set of his eyes. He cups your cheek in question. 

"I'm okay," you say softly. "I'm more than okay. That was amazing." 

"It was amazing," he agrees, caught off guard.

"Yeah." 

You shift backwards and the two of you wince at the sensitivity. You ease your legs open and Eddie pulls out, pumping the sticky shaft once. His eyes flutter closed. 

You move off of his lap and turn to the side so you can stretch out your aching legs. Eddie follows suit, collapsing off of his knees and onto his back, the pillow behind him keeping him propped up. 

You watch him ease the condom off of his cock curiously, White cum has smeared and drips down the length of him, his pubes tangled by a mixture of your slick and his. 

He spots you watching and smiles. "What, sweetness? What are you thinking about?"

"I made you cum." 

His eyebrows jump but quickly smooth. "I think I went blind, for a second." 

You giggle at his hyperbole and he pulls you down against his chest, your side pressing into his navel. Your cheek to the space shy of his heart. 

His hand comes to rest on your forehead. 

"Do you really think about me?" you ask, knowing the answer. 

"Every night." 

You close your eyes and hide your smile in his skin. He chuckles and wraps you up in one arm, his hand a firm pressure as he massage the dipped plane of your back. 

Nestling your cheek into his chest, you say, "I think about it, too. All the time." 

"Uh-huh. Maybe we can make some more of those racy thoughts a reality. What was that one about me coming out of the shower?" 

You like this casual conversation and decide to try and make him laugh, stretching your words out low. "Well, you're coming out of the shower, and your towel slips open-" There, his bumping laughter at your over the top salaciousness. 

"That's awful. Most cliche, overdone, cheap porno concept ever," he chastens. 

"I never said I was creative." 

"What happens after that?" 

"The towel gets swept away by a sudden gust of wind, so I have to cover you. With my body." 

He bursts. There's no other word to describe it, his back arches with the force of his laughter and he holds his fist to his mouth, shaking and giggling like an idiot. 

"Where's the wind coming from?" he questions incredulously. 

"I don't know! The window?" 

"Oh my god," he says. He hooks his hand under your arm and pulls you up his chest, dotting a fond kiss to your forehead as you near. "And after that?" 

"Well, I told you that part." 

"Right, we hook up, but after that." 

You clench your fists, insecure. "After?" 

He brings the hand that isn't loving the length of your back to your face, stroking the skin under your chin with the backs of his index and middle finger, the flat of his fingernails sliding gently in a soothing back and forth. 

"I guess it's kind of like this," you answer eventually. 

"Does fantasy Eddie get another kiss, too? Or does he- do they stop, afterwards?" 

"It's a fantasy. The kisses never stop," you tell him. Adrenaline must linger in your veins; you can barely speak.

His expression becomes impassive, and a lull in the conversation blossoms. He searches your face for something and you don't know what, but he must find it, because he dips down and kisses you chaste on the lips. 

Your hands are back to tentative as they explore his neck. Your fingertips grace the curves of his throat and then sink behind, into the dampened mess of his hair. 

He stays chaste, dainty kisses, pulling back to dot them against your lips over and over. 

"Eddie," you say softly, "what are you doing?" 

"It feels like kissing," he says, tone a mirror of your own. 

You huff a laugh against his lips and kiss back. 

Later, after more kisses than you could ever count and an hour dozing on his chest whilst his hand rubbed circles into your tired back, you get dressed into your clothes that he likes so much and slip your goodie bag into the belly of your strappy purse. 

"Don't go over the top with it, alright?" he says, watching the green bud dissappear.

Jeans back in place and still bare-chested, Eddie sits on the end of his bed and scratches the back of his neck. You give him a grateful smile. "No, I won't. I actually think I might sleep really well tonight without it." 

He smirks. "I bet you will." 

Eddie walks with you to the front porch. You'd linger if you didn't have to go, and you're pretty sure he'd let you. There's a fraction of awkward silence.

"See you later," you say, walking sideways down one step, another. 

Eddie catches your hand. It takes you a second to realise what he's done: forced your crumpled thirty dollars back into your hand. Your heart misses a beat and you feel your stomach plumet – you hadn't fucked him for the free pot. 

"Eddie-" 

"My girl can't pay for her own supply. That's not happening." 

You take one step up. "Your girl?" 

He has the good graces to look nervous. "If you wanna be." 

You don't know how to answer. He looks pretty like this in the last dregs of sunshine, big brown eyes waiting patiently for you to say something, hand clutching his elbow. It doesn't feel entirely real. 

You step on tip toes and work your hands behind his neck to kiss his cheek before rubbing your forehead against his chin. "I'll come by tomorrow?" you ask hopefully. He relaxes under your weight.

"Any time you want. I'll take you some place nice, if you're up for it." 

You set back on your heels and pull away. "You don't need to go all fancy on me, Munson." You're happy to get stoned and eat burgers on the couch.

He looks you up and down, eyes catching on the flanks of your thighs before he takes in your face. His smile is almost dorky when he says, "No I- I think I do. I'll see you tomorrow, pretty girl." 

You nod with an aching smile and are a little ways away when he smugly calls, "Sleep well!" 

After the lesson he just gave you, you're sure you will. 

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[pristinekanesays]

🦋Life Is Strange: General Headcanons

🦋 just some pretty normal headcanons

🐺 GN!Reader, no specific pronouns are mentioned!

🦋 warnings: dorky stuff, bad mental health and swearing.

🎧A/N: Been super busy lately, thanks for the loads of support though guys! Gonna be writing more for Skip because nobody's writing for him and he's actually REALLY attractive??

🦋Chloe Price:

📄It's obvious that Chloe literally adores punk rock and possibly heavy metal music. She's also a HUGE PissHead fan, from listening to Skip's demo to then asking if she can hear more of his music.

🖤She doesn't wanna admit it but she definitely sees Skip as an older brother figure, they're basically family and they have such a sweet bond together.

📄Chloe and Steph are actually pretty close in Before The Storm, from how Steph asks Chloe for permission to ask Rachel out and how she's okay with Chloe venting to her if she wanted to.

🖤Her favourite songs are Nothing Wrong - Pisshead and Everything Reminds Me Of Her - Elliot Smith. (those are all literally my favourite songs as well..oops)

📄She is actually secretly a bit of nerd, like not a huge nerd but she's played Dungeons & Dragons multiple times with Steph and Mikey before and after Episode 1.

🖤Her favourite animal is the Palos Verdes Blue butterfly, since a blue butterfly is her spirit animal but she also really likes Tiger Sharks and 100% thinks she could take them in a fight.

📄She sucks ass at cooking and Joyce has tried to teach her before but she gets bored so easily.

🖤When she got her skull tattoo, she teared up and nearly started sobbing but told everyone she knows that she was totally 100% cool + badass during it.

(hella pissed about the zero skip gifs and lack of fanfiction, he's literally so attractive?? wtf)

🎤 Skip Matthews:

📄He secretly flips people off behind their back as they walk away if they've pissed him off, will totally freak out then switch to standing still and laughing awkwardly if they turn around.

🖤Listens to Taylor Swift but apart from that he's a huge punk rock + heavy metal fan.

📄Okay now, Skip is a HUGE horror game nerd. I'm talkin' Outlast, Resident Evil, Amnesia: The Dark Descent and Silent Hill.

🖤He can cook, okay?! He doesn't look like your average chef but he can definitely serve up some good fucking food.

📄Talks shit about anyone he doesn't like with you, if you guys are together of course or really good friends, he's like Victoria Chase sometimes because oh my god is he a bitch.

🖤Apart from listening to music, he'll also listen to urban legends podcasts on his way to work.

📄Skip comes from a pretty normal family in the suburbs of Denver, Colorado with two older sisters and a younger brother.

🖤(He's such a dork, I love him.) He's also pretty into fishing and is constantly taking trips for his band when he has to.

📄His favourite animal is the Polar Bear, like yeah he'd piss himself if he ever saw one in real life but he thinks they're pretty cute online instead of them being outside his door ready to beat his ass.

🍂Kate Marsh:

📄She's very religious but also very supportive. She just wants to settle down with someone, falling in love + possibly starting a family together, sitting on the porch swing in the afternoon while drinking tea/coffee side by side.

🖤Can Kate cook? Yes, she could totally make a living out of her talent but she just isn't into that for a career.

📄She never really has anything bad to say about anyone, she doesn't believe in being mean to other people because that just isn't in her blood.

🖤Kate is sort of sensitive, she won't cry if you bump into her accidentally but would tear up if you were to raise your voice/insult her in any way like any normal person. (so don't, you asshole)

📄Listens to soft, classical music sometimes but also some indie pop now and then.

🖤She's a walking angel, her personality, her looks and smarts, everything about her is just *chefs kiss*.

📄Her favourite animal is either the Florida White Rabbit or the Harp Seal, commonly known as Saddleback/Greenland Seal, Kate adores Harp Seal's so much and is always smiling while looking at photos of them.

🖤Hobbies? Playing the violin & the piano, back when she lived with her parents she was super into gardening + cooking.

📷 Max Caulfield:

📄She's always cooped up in her dorm either studying away, practicing her guitar skills or hanging out with Warren and Chloe.

🖤Max is a proud geek, alright? She's a board game, video game, everything remotely geeky fan, 100% played Dungeons & Dragons with Warren and has a few photos of the whole thing in a box under her bed titled 'W&M DND'.

📄Has overplayed Speedy Ortiz & Syd Matters so much but surprisingly never gets bored of their songs, but everyone else around her already has.

🖤Max sucks complete, utter ass at cooking and she knows it, she'll still try her best though but she can't even make toast properly without making it suffer through the toaster.

📄She can say some bad shit about people if they're assholes but she'd never say anything about someone who's innocent/someone she knows is a good person.

🖤Her spirit animal is a Doe and while she adores it completely, she also really likes Koala's and thinks that they're absolutely adorable.

🎭 Rachel Amber:

📄Rachel is that perfect, pretty and amazing popular girl that everyone knows, she struggles with her emotions pretty bad and I can see her going to Rose for help but never really her father.

🖤She wants to be an actor, right? Then that's what she's aiming for, to be in the public eye with a smile on her face and an award in her hands.

📄Multiple public bathrooms, walls and doors across arcadia bay are marked with 'RACHEL AMBER WAS HERE' or 'R.A'.

🖤Best chef in the world, clap clap! She's honestly so good at cooking and baking, has definitely thought about being a badass chef instead of a badass actor before.

📄She can sing really good, her and Chloe made a song together which was stashed away ..kept in a safe place after she went missing.

🖤She's heard about Skip from Chloe + always thought he was a cool older brother/father figure to any fucked up kid around the campus and 100% agrees with his nerdy horror game lifestyle.

📄Rachel's favourite animal is the Red Panda, she has a photo of one on a shelf somewhere and also has a Red Panda stuffed animal.

🖤Listens to punk rock and some heavy metal if she's in the mood, she loves PissHead and Firewalk.

🎬 Victoria Chase:

📄Her schedule is nearly always full, she's either bossing Vortex Club members and others about or practicing with her camera.

🖤She secretly listens to punk rock sometimes but will roll her eyes and say 'you don't look like the type' if anyone else like her takes an interest in her music taste.

📄She's got a geeky side to her from the figures in her room to the shit she's stuffed under her bed (video games, etc) so nobody else will find out about it and make fun of her.

🖤Victoria isn't the best at cooking but she isn't awful, she's told everyone in Blackwell that she's a master chef though. There's room for improvement, she needs MAJOR improvement cooking-wise.

📄She's really good at playing the piano, photography (of course) and she can make her own outfits with the right fabrics + tools.

🖤Her favourite animal is the Cheetah and she makes that very clear, even told someone 'i could claw you like a cheetah, bitch.' once before.

📄Definitely posts stuff about positive vibes on her socials while acting like a total bitch in real life.

🎮 Warren Graham:

📄He's broken his hand before during a fight, it sounds so badass but he's hella embarrassed and ashamed about it.

🖤Listens to small bands he found through his dorky websites that he's always on and always attends their gigs.

📄(Sucks dick at cooking), will totally hype his friends up about it then laugh awkwardly and act completely clueless at their grossed out reactions.

🖤He knows Skip pretty well since Warren was already in Blackwell at the same time that Skip was working there, they've exchanged opinions about games and movies way before the first game.

📄His favourite animals are Owls especially the Great Horned Owl, he saw one at night while he was hanging with Max and watched as she took a near hour taking photos of it.

🖤He hangs out on websites nearly all the time to read about the local bands, owl sightings, when the new video game he wants so bad is coming out.

📄Has probably searched up shit like 'how to get a boyfriend/girlfriend' before.

🧨 Nathan Prescott:

📄(He looks like a bent ass banana from the fruit bowl with the weird ass way he's sitting, fix your posture man.)

🖤He's 99% busy all the time, he's either attending therapy, in class, doing stuff for the Vortex Club or doing his usual..shady shit.

📄When he's texting you or his friends, the messages are barely readable because he texts like 'CU Thre, LOL, 2nte' and adds an unnecessary amounts of ?? and !!.

🖤Nathan doesn't have a specific music taste but he does sort of like listening to heavy metal.

📄Doesn't know how to cook at all, his parents never cared to teach him and why bother when you're filthy rich?!

🖤He doesn't really care for shit other than his fucked up photography or the Vortex Club, he'll maybe sketch some stuff here and there but even his sketches come out looking severly fucked up.

📄His favourite animal is the Indian Saw-Scaled Viper, he's into some scary shit because he's a scary asshole so don't be surprised. I mean, he also likes dogs..i guess.

🖤Huge horror movie fan as well like you sit him down, turn on a terrifying, traumatizing ass movie but he just rolls his eye and stays there completely unphased.

#🤍kane's headcanons #nathan prescott x reader #kate marsh x reader #victoria chase x reader #max caulfield x reader #chloe price x fem!reader #rachel amber x reader #warren graham x reader #lis headcanons #life is strange headcanons #skip matthews x reader

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Movie date?

Steve Harrington x Female Reader (Fluff)

Word Count:562 (short I know sorry.)

Warnings:Just some badly written fluff I guess?

Authour’s Note:I wanted to challenge myself by writing something that was on the fluffier side of things and I honestly found this so difficult. Not my best writing, but here it is nonetheless.

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“Y’know, if you asked her out she’d probably say yes” Robin said as she nudged Steve with her elbow to get his attention.

“Huh?” 

"That girl you've been staring at for the past 10 minutes" she said as if it was obvious.

"I wasn't staring." Steve said defensively. 

Busted. And by Robin no less.

He knew that he recognised you, but he just couldn’t place you. All he knew was that he thought that you were cute.

"Uh-huh, you keep telling yourself that, Steve" Robin teases with a pat on his back "All I'm saying is that she's been here eight times this month, and she spends 20 minutes looking at all the tapes on the shelf only just to rent the same tape she's been renting for last eight times she's been here."

"Nothing wrong with having a favourite film, Rob" Steve points out.

"I'm not saying there is, but I've been watching her-"

"Oh! And I'm the one who's staring?" Steve throws back.

"-Shut up, Dingus. As I was saying, she only ever checks out her tapes when you're behind the counter. Her name’s y/n, she’s nice." Robin explains.

“Wait, you know her?” Steve asks.

“Yeah, she’s in band with me, she asks about you a lot, you know.” 

Yes! That was it! You were in the school’s band. You were in the year below him when he was graduating. 

“Steve, Footloose isn’t that good of a movie. I don’t know why, but for some weird reason, that girl is into you, I’m sure of it.”  

Steve chances a look over Robin’s shoulder, to see you. Steve’s eyes flick over and suddenly his gaze catches your eyes, before  you look away with a slight look of embarrassment at having been caught looking at him.

“Ask the girl on a date, Steve, otherwise all this pining might actually kill you.” Robin jokes.

Robin walks away just as you’re walking up to the counter with your video in your hand.

“Footloose again, huh?” Steve winces at his awful attempt at small talk. What happened to him? He used to be good at flirting. What was it about this girl that turned his brain to mush and had him grasping for the right words?

“Yeah I just really like this movie I guess?” you chuckle.

“I noticed. You come here a lot and you always pick it out. Not that I’m like watching you or anything, I swear.” He cringes. “That came out really creepy, didn’t it?” He laughs, fighting the blush that’s rising to his cheeks.

“Maybe a little, but I don’t mind.” You offer with a smile.

Steve huffs out a breath to calm his nerves before he thinks over what he’s about to say to you.

“Look, maybe I’m reading this situation all wrong, and I know we’ve never really talked to each other and I could be a complete dork for asking this, but can I take you out sometime?” His honey brown eyes look to you hopefully.

“Sure! My name’s y/n, in case you were wondering, Harrington” You can’t help but gently tease him.

“I know you like movies, how does the drive-in theatre sound? Maybe this Friday?” 

"It sounds good, Steve. I'd like that" You smiled.

"Good, good, great! How about I pick you around 7?" Steve offers.

"See you then, Harrington. It's a date." 

#steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington x reader fanfic #steve 'the hair' harrington

[mywifeleftme]

363: R.E.M. // Murmur

Murmur R.E.M. 1983, IRS

Some Short, Disconnected Statements on the Matter of Murmur

1. Insert the following into Waring blender

The Velvet Underground, Pylon, the Byrds, Gang of Four, Patti Smith, the Feelies, Joy Division, the Method Actors, Big Star, the dB’s, the Monkees. Press “Blend” button. (I’ve never owned a blender; I don’t know what the buttons say.)

2. Easy formula for a great band

Having one temperamental genius songwriter guy sounds kind of hard to maintain. Have you considered simply getting four people who are really excellent and distinctive at the respective things they do (at least three of them great singers), who all write well, get along, lack substance abuse issues, have good taste, and modest egos? Why don’t more bands do this?

3. Notes on the early discourse

A lot of the things people wrote back in the early ‘80s to champion this band were dumb as hell. R.E.M. weren’t good because they didn’t use keyboards or synths; pop music didn’t need to be returned to its "honest" folk-rock roots; giving them a thumbs up for not wearing flashy clothes and makeup is dork behaviour.

They were good because they made weird music that derived organically from their time (early ‘80s), place (a college town in the South), and selves (bright, independent, adventurous, sincere, ¼ gay).

Anyone who listened to Chronic Town or Murmur, with their post-punky murk and lyrical references to Laocoön and Marat, and thought to themselves, “As yes, the second coming of Roger McGuinn, this will put those effete new wavers to flight,” was an idiot.

4. Veteran of the psychic war

Somewhere around age 22, R.E.M. took over the mantle Metallica had held as My Favourite Band in the World Forever and Ever, and I proceeded to be almost as annoying about them as I had been Hetfield and the boys. I posted a lot about them; rigged “best music” polls on random message boards I didn’t even post on in their favour; cornered people at parties; crowbarred them into playlists; grumpily chose to dislike bands I saw as stealing their shine; etc. etc. Some (some) of this is maybe cute in retrospect, but really: don’t be like this about music. If you love a band this much, learn how to play their songs on an instrument; write a few poems; paint something. Worst case: review them.

5. Learning nothing, 2024

6. Athens: Lyrics & Enunciation

The matter of what exactly Stipe was singing on the early R.E.M. records was a subject of intense speculation, and eventually, parody. Some of the mystery’s in the mixing, some’s in his Georgian accent, and some’s in his enunciation (never quite as mushy as people claimed, but not exactly Ella Fitzgerald either). But most of it’s in the arbitrary decisions he makes with regard to syntax that cause even accurate transcriptions to seem implausible. Stipe is probably a little bit autistic, which goes some way to explaining the impressionistic intuitiveness of his words, and also went to art school, which fetishizes that sort of thing, but he was always shy of people seeing the words to something like “Sitting Still” on the page because he thought he might be exposed as a nincompoop. “Up to par and Katie bars / The kitchen side, but not me in / Sitting top of the big hill / Waste of time sitting still,” goes the chorus, according to at least one gnostic sect, but the important passage is the one everyone agrees on, when the stream of impassioned babble releases into a howled “I can hear you / Can you hear me?”

Later on, when he would sing more clearly over airy arrangements, with the lyrics neatly printed in the booklet, he’d occasionally try one of those old sound-over-sense moves and embarrass himself (“Leaving New York was never my proud” still rankles). But Murmur’s eternal elusiveness is in the way fragments of sense catch your ear from out of its sleeptalk glossolalia:

“The pilgrimage has gained momentum” “Conversation fear” “Lighted, lighted / Laughing in tune” “Hear the howl of the rope / A question” “A perfect circle of acquaintances and friends / Drink another, coin a phrase” “Shaking through / Opportune” “Take oasis” “Heaven assumes / Shoulders high in the room” “Did we miss anything?”

7. Permission to be arbitrary

I remember sitting in the basement of my college house with my old hometown buddy Brad (mostly a metal/classic rock guy), playing him “Shaking Through” and explaining one of the things I love about old R.E.M. is that it’s great music to yell to. I don’t know how much he really got it, but we were drunk and it’s a catchy song, so we howled and made keening, wordless, Stipean noises along with it and the next few until one of my roommates came and asked us to keep it down.

Also: one theory for why cats purr when they’re injured is that the vibrations somehow reduce pain and encourage healing. From many experiences humming these songs while wrapped up in headphones and bedsheets in the middle of a day that’s passing like a kidney stone, I can confirm.

8. Note on the modern discourse: Influence?

Black Francis, Kurt Cobain, Bob Mould, Steve Malkmus, Bob Pollard, and Thom Yorke loved R.E.M. So did, to his own apparent consternation, Metallica’s Cliff Burton. Still, you sit down with someone and listen to those musicians with the goal of showing them the R.E.M. influence (don’t do this, why would you do this?) and it’s honestly pretty oblique. Most of the bands who directly aped aspects of R.E.M.'s early sound were at best pleasantly minor (see Captured Tracks’ Strum & Thrum comp), and the ones who seemed to be listening most closely to their ‘90s efforts were not who you want.

Their ultimate influence was probably simply showing what an art-first, indie-adjacent rock band could accomplish by sticking to their guns and bending the system to their desires instead of being bent by it. They were like a Velvet Underground for the college rock era, except everyone talented who heard them was inspired to start a band that didn’t sound much like them. They always used their spotlight to introduce people to other bands and, when they really got huge, they modeled how to deal with success. There don’t seem to be many R.E.M. stories, Peter Buck’s airplane incident aside, about them being anything other than kind. That’s a fundamentally less exciting type of influence than most other “great” bands have. But I do think it’s kinda cool they were the wise old heads for an entire national movement of alternative music.

8b.

Of course, it still bugs me people don’t think they’re cool. Murmur at least, should be considered cool. And Reckoning, mostly. Chronic Town for sure. Some of Fables. Am I crazy for saying some of Monster and New Adventures even? I’ll stop. I’ll go on.

9(-9). The music

They were a pop band, they were an art band; they sounded like children, and like craggy old men buried in kudzu weed; natural and pretentious; date-stamped and timeless. Decide yourself. Happy 41st birthday Murmur.

363/365

#r.e.m. #rem #michael stipe #peter buck #bill berry #mike mills #murmur #mitch easter #jangle pop #athens music #athens #'80s music #college rock #alternative rock #indie rock #perfect circle #self indulgence #music review #vinyl record

[artistmarchalius]

@icarlydotorg

Ooh, that’s a difficult question to answer since we don’t know much about Hobie aside from his punk nature, his morals and the fact that he seems to be a dork (affectionate) like most Spider-Men tend to be. It’s also difficult to answer without knowing any of your personal headcanons.

HOWEVER, I do have at least one suggestion for you. It’s gonna sound basic, but I think Doctor Who might be a good contender and I have a few reasons why:

It’s a beloved British show that is a pretty big part of our television culture. I know Hobie is a non-conformist and wouldn’t enjoy how big or popular the series is (or how marketable it is), but if you think he would have seen at least a few episodes growing up then it might hold positive memories for him. Even if he didn’t watch it or like it, it’s such a big part of British popular media that he would at least have a passing knowledge of it.

Peter Capaldi, who played the 12th Doctor, used to be the lead singer/guitarist of punk band The Dreamboys, so there’s that. I don’t really know much about The Dreamboys so I have no idea where it falls on the punk-scale.

The Doctor is all about helping people, from saving the universe to aiding a single person just because it’s right. Also, Timelords (the Doctors people) were very strict about not interfering with other planets and people, having a strict “observation only” policy, which the Doctor, being a renegade, pretty much completely ignores because he doesn’t agree with it and wants to right the wrongs he and his people committed. I would think if a younger Hobie saw any of this, he might have subconsciously internalised some of these beliefs/messages, potentially influencing his rebel and Spider-Man nature.

Hobie is a dork, as mentioned above, and a science/inventor one at that (I’m assuming since he built a dimension hopping watch out of scraps he stole). A lot of dorks like Doctor Who and in speaking from experience. Plus creating a dimension hopping watch is very sci-fi.

And my personal favourite point: according to Wikipedia, this version of Spider Punk comes from Camden. There’s a boot shop in Camden (apparently one of the oldest in the world, traced back to 1851!) that is famous for being one of the first (if not THE first!) retailers to sell Doc Martens. It’s a family business and in the late 1970’s was a big part of the “swinging London" scene and was popular with subcultures, including punks. My personal headcanon is that Hobie got his boots from this shop. And in the window of the shop is a little Dalek (one of the main antagonists from Doctor Who).

However, an argument against this would be that Doctor Who is broadcast by the BBC, which I think Hobie would be against due to their apparent lack of impartial and objective journalism, as well as the fact that you have to pay a TV licence fee to access BBC iPlayer. Also I’m not saying Hobie would be a DW super fan or anything, he’d probably be a casual fan. But if you agree with my assessment then that’s up to you.

I also think it would be cute if he watched the Shaun the Sheep show with Mayday. Because let’s face it, Shaun is a rebel and Hobie would want to nurture that behaviour.

#hobie brown #hobie brown atsv #atsv hobie #atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #ask box #icarlydotorg #I had an issue with this post so sorry about answering it like this! #I also think he probably would have watched Danger Mouse and The Wombles as a kid #because James Bond mouse is cool and the Wombles are all about recycling #he’d also probably enjoy watching people break the rules in Taskmaster

[land-sh]

Hiiiii :) I love you and your blog. 💕💕💕 You're very kind and just generally an amazing person. Also, I hope you don't mind me sending you these asks, I want to get to know you better because you seem so cool!! :)

Question #2

Favourite BoB episode and why?

Oh my God. You have no idea how much I appreciate these words; they make me so happy 🥹. Please, you're making me blush, but you're the amazing person. 🙈

I don't mind at all; ask me anything, let's talk about whatever you want. I also want to get to know you better.

My favorite episode is "The Breaking Point," solely because in this episode I began to focus on Speirs through Lip's eyes, and in that instant in which Ron is running through enemy fire back and forth, and Lip sees him with a huge smile (I was Lip), I could realize how much I liked Ron—sweet, crazy, and troubled dork.

The church scene sparked the Speirton flame, and that was it. It was in this episode that I realized I truly loved Band of Brothers and needed more of the fandom and more of my new OTP.

Thank you so much for these questions; I'll hit your inbox as well soon. 😉

#band of brothers #ron speirs #speirton #carwood lipton #answer game #thank you so much for the love #BoB fandom #crying and dying

[hils79]

Hils Watches My School President - Ep 1 (part 2)

Ooh burn!

He is very cute

Tinn clearly agrees

Okay, I love her

I mean he'd probably enjoy that

Oops. Awkward.

Uh...why are they learning slow dancing in PE?

Haha! Band dude (seriously what is his name?) fell, Tinn caught him and while they were gazing into each other's eyes the teacher applauded them for an excellent dance move

Oh he's called Gun! Easy to remember because my favourite GMM actor is also called Gun. When will we get the OffGun cooking drama? I need it!

Tinn 'jokingly' suggested the enter a folk music contest at a religious festival and it turns out that's the only music contest running in the timeframe they've been given. Guess who is one of the judges!

Dude, you are supposed to be an impartial judge. Also, you can't throw shade at a religious festival!

I love that he's like 'you're not dressed for a religious festival' when everyone else is wearing sequins and he's just got a generic shirt on

Everyone: you're too cool for this band contest *a few moments later* Everyone: damn, it's a bop!

Oh, ow! He acted like he was going to give the winning garland to Gun and then gave it to the other band instead. What a dick.

And now Gun is sad. LOOK WHAT YOU DID!

Wait, what? They actually won? Look, I thought I was done with fakeout losses after The King's Avatar. STOP DOING THIS TO ME.

Ahhhh! He knew they would win the popular vote so he didn't have to swallow his pride and give the garland to Gun. What an idiot (affectionate)

Oh my god he even bought a load and got people to vote for his boy. What an absolute soft dork. I mean if you ignore the fact that it's blatantly cheating.

Oh, he is GONE for Gun. I didn't think it would happen this fast.

Okay, it's always hard starting a new drama after finishing one I absolutely adored, but this is cute. Quite silly, as Thai BLs often are, but cute.

#hils watches #hils watches my school president #hils watches tdramas #my school president #tdrama

[basnatural]

Okay, buckle up guys, this is gonna be a long one…

So, a bit of a story time to start with. I went to like the last and only Birmingham UK Creation Con when it was over. I managed to get autographs with Jared and Jensen, and I was having a great time and living my best SPN life.

It came time to line up for the autos and I went to Jared’s line first. When I got to the front, much to my delight he was playing Bon Jovi as his signing music. I have been a major fan of Bon Jovi since Crush came out back in 2000, and Jared is my favourite so I just said “I love your music, dude,” he smiled, thanked me, signed my shit and I left happy.

Until I got to the front of Jensen’s line. Now one thing you need to know about me is that I am a total dork. I can’t speak to famous people and it is one of the main reasons I never want to meet any of my favourites in real life. Jared was clearly an anomaly. So I got to Jensen, and he was playing something almost techno. It wasn’t good, but I’m not a techno girl so the only thing that came out of my mouth was:

“His music’s better than yours.”

My brain is screaming at me, threatening me with imploding just to get out of the situation my stupid mouth had put me in. And Jensen just looked at me.

“What’s he playing?” he asks me. I’m beet red at this point. I’m surprised anything came out of my mouth to be absolutely honest with you.

“Bon Jovi,” I almost whispered, the words fighting past my brain who had apparently decided that I wasn’t allowed to speak properly for the rest of the weekend.

“Still?” He asks, and all I do is nod. And then he looks at his assistant and goes: “Put some Zeppelin on or something will ya, cos that’s the second person who’s told me that,” and then he smiled and I escaped.

So with all that being said, It was Jon Bon Jovi’s 61st birthday last week. And as well as this story living in my head rent free at all times and playing back on a continual loop, I also started to think about how Bon Jovi was a bit of a ‘guilty pleasure’ band when it came to Supernatural. From Dean making fun of Sam for checking in under the name Sambora (the original lead guitarist from Bon Jovi), to them singing Wanted in season 3…they were never seen as seriously as bands like AC/DC, Kansas and the like.

However, I made up a playlist of my favourite Bon Jovi songs the other day so I could relive my teenage years, and as I was listening to it, it was jarring to realise how many of the songs had lyrics which really spoke to the characters of Dean, Sam and Cas. It’s weird, but as I was listening to the songs all I could see was where they might slip into the storyline. It might be the fan fic writer in me (who am I kidding, it definitely is), but it’s all I could think of and now I want to share it all here. So we’ve got the name of the song, who I think it relates to, the album and a clip of lyrics that I think prove my point…enjoy!

1 – Runaway (Bon Jovi, 1984)

“All your life all you asked when your daddy gonna talk to you, but we’re living in another world, tryin’ to get your message through. No one heard a single word you said. They should have seen it in your eyes, what was going around your head…”

Well this is clearly pre-season 1 Sam. I see it as him trying to get it through to John about how he wanted something different from his life.

2 – You Give Love a Bad Name (Slippery When Wet, 1986)

“An angel’s smile is what you sell, you promise me heaven then put me through hell. Chains of love, got a hold on me, when passion’s a prison you can’t break free…”

I see this as a young Dean. Womanising, young, just sleeping through the lower 48…loving and leaving them really. A bit of an edge and dangerous with it too…you know exactly the person he changes from as Supernatural continues on

3 – I’d Die For You (Slippery When Wet, 1986)

“If you could see inside my heart, then you would understand, I’d never mean to hurt you, baby, I’m not that kind of man. I might not say I’m sorry, yeah I might talk tough sometimes, and I might forget the little things or keep you hangin’ on the line…”

So I would definitely say this was pretty much Dean’s personal anthem for Sam. I don’t think much more explanation is needed but this is literally Dean’s mantra when it comes to his baby brother. It shows that he is flawed but everything he is doing he does it for Sam. It may be a love song originally but the words really do ring true with brotherly love too.

4 – Bad Medicine (New Jersey, 1988)

“I ain’t got a fever, I got a permanent disease, it’ll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy, I got lots of money but it isn’t what I need, gonna take more than a shot to get this poison out of me. And I got all the symptoms, count em, one, two, three…”

Well if this isn’t just how Ruby got Sam hooked on Demon Blood?

5 – Born to be my Baby (New Jersey, 1988)

“Light a candle, blow the world away, table for two on a TV tray. It ain’t fancy baby, but that’s okay, our time, our way. So hold me close better hang on tight, buckle up baby it’s a bumpy ride, we’re two kids hitching down the road of life, our world, our fight…”

So I see this as a young Dean not knowing any nursery rhymes and singing this to Sam to get him to sleep when they were alone and John was out hunting…

6 – Keep the Faith (Keep the Faith, 1992)

“Father, father, please believe me, I am laying down my guns. I am broken like an arrow, forgive me, forgive your Wayward Son…”

Well taking the obvious quote out of the way…this is for Dean. About Dean.

7 – Hey God (These Days, 1995)

“Hey God, tell me what the hell is going on. It seems like all the good shit’s gone, It keeps on getting harder hangin’ on, but hey, hey, hey, hey God. There’s nights you know I wanna scream, these days you’re even harder to believe, I know how busy you must be, but hey, hey, hey, hey God, do you even think about me?”

So I’m seeing this as Season 4 and 5 Dean and even Cas a bit later on, when he starts to question Chuck’s plan. When they all think that Chuck is good and have no idea what his plan actually is for them all…

8 – These Days (These Days, 1995)

“I was walking around, just a face in the crowd, tryin’ to keep myself out of the rain. Saw a vagabond king with a Styrofoam crown wonder if I might end up the same. There’s a man out on the corner, singing old songs about change, everybody’s got their cross to bear these days…”

I have Castiel in my head, just been made newly human and been thrown out of the Bunker and abandoned by Dean and trying to get through his new life.

9 – It’s My Life (Crush 2000)

“It’s my life, it’s now or never, but I ain’t gonna live forever, I just want to live while I’m alive. My heart it’s like an open highway, like Frankie said ‘I did it my way’, I just wanna live while I’m alive…”

Is this Sam and Dean when they realise they are Michael and Lucifer’s vessels?

10 – Undivided (Bounce, 2002)

“I found spirit, they couldn’t ruin it, I found courage in the smoke and dust, I found faith in the sounds of silence, deep down it’s ringing out in each of us,”

Pretty much the entire undercurrent of the second half of the series. The way in which Cas and the Winchesters fight back each time against fate and what has been written for them.

11 – Everyday (Bounce, 2002)

“I used to be the kind of guy, who never let you look inside, I’d smile when I was crying, I had nothing but a life to lose, thought I had a lot to prove, in my life there’s no denying…”

This is exactly how Dean was in the beginning before his character growth. He had to be the strong fighter and not show any weakness at all (‘no chick flick moments’)

12 – Bounce (Bounce, 2002)

“Bounce, bounce, nothing’s gonna keep me down, bounce, bounce, stand up shout it out, bounce bounce, I play hard I play to win, count me out, count me in, I’ll be coming back again…”

This is Sam, Dean and Cas. Dead and out so many times but they always find a way to come back. And that’s why we love them

13 – Always (Crossroads, 1994)

“And I, will love you, baby, Always, and I’ll be there forever and a day, always. I’ll be there til the stars don’t shine, til the heavens burst and the words don’t rhyme, and I know, when I die, you’ll be on my mind and I’ll love you always…”

Well unlucky number thirteen and my last choice is for everyone’s favourite angel, Castiel. I don’t think I need to explain this one??

Anyway, here’s the link for the playlist with all of these on them and a few more that I love so have a listen if you’ve gotten this far and let me know what you think:

#supernatural #spn family #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #jensen ackles #jared paladecki #misha collins #Bon Jovi #jon bon jovi #richie sambora #tico torres #david bryan #music #music as supernatural #a little bit of my own embarrassment #happy birthday Jon Bon Jovi #happy birthday Jensen ackles #Bon Jovi rocks #story time #spotify playlist #spotify

[freshlybakedspiderbread]

Do you also have a favourite Stage 1 boss? And a Stage 2 fav too?

the stage 1 boss i probably think about the most is Larva. Firstly, her boss theme, A Midsummer Fairy's Dream, is my favourite among all stage 1 bosses, without contest. The mysterious tune of it goes hand in hand with the intrigue and implication that she is not just some butterfly fairy, but is or used to be a god who has beef with Okina who presumably came out on top in whatever old conflict they had.

I also really like her design. Embarrassingly, it must've taken a year or something after I first saw her before I realised her design incorporates an the entire lifecycle, featuring the aspects of a larva, a pupa and the butterfly all at once. That's really really cool...

It is the kind of thing where I think its actually totally for the best that she never really gets elaborated on ever, and its just up to the fans to fill in whatever gaps and decide how much truth there is to all those implications? In my mind, the fact that she can be either or both "colourful bug friend of cirno" or "depowered diety now making by as a bug" is really interesting 🦋

If I think really quickly among stage 2 bosses, the ones that pop to my head as potential fav the most is Kogasa. Hardworking but kinda pitiful cute umbrella who sucks at being scary and is liked by children... A character that makes me happy to just know she exists ☂ Close second might be Mystia, who i've been consistently fond of ever since she was fleshed out with both her lamprey stand and being in a band with Kyouko (also a stage 2 boss, funny enough). Also I really like the Mystia Izakaya game on steam n_n

tangent but its fun to think about the various stage 1 and 2 dorks collectively. Their role is often just some 'average' or random fodder/locals of whatever location the protagonists are passing by that day (sometimes the stage 3 or 4 boss is also that, while 50/50 chance of it being someone actually relevant to the plot). I think the biggest exception to that has been ufo (only one who wasnt part of the myourenji crew was stage 2 boss kogasa) and lolk (everyone is directly involved in the incident in someway, even if doremy's role is maybe tangential). And i like the general consensus that the first (windows) boss, Rumia, is the go-to example of a youkai 'some guy'. If some story needs a random youkai attack or some definitive example of a dangerous wild youkai, you use rumia. Cirno also used to be the 'some guy' for fairies, though now she's also a mascot for the whole series, which i guess is not mutually exclusive.

anyhow TLDR, my fav stage 1 boss on the basis of rando with a lot going on is Larva, and fav stage 2 by that same standard is probably Kogasa.

#aulula #yuyuko does fit perfectly among the other stage 1 cus she also has nothing to do with th13's incident and fights you for the heck of it #touhou

[ducknotinarow]

87Michelangelo - All Symbol Headcanons please uwu

| Send me a symbol and I will write a headcanon about…  For multimuse blogs, please specify!

The og party dude, I love 87 mikey a lot hes such a dork at times in the show but sassy and its just the funniest thing to see. Mikey for sure is mostly just light-hearted and upbeat. He is normally the more positive one out of his brothers. I do love that no matter what though Mikey is always shown to be just ad skilled if not more at times in battle do to his natural raw talent uwu

𝓕 : My muse’s handwriting. (Is it good, bad, difficult to decipher, do they prefer writing by hand or with the help of some form of machine, e.t.c.) 

"Can't be having a sloppy signature after all" I like to think due to Mikey's bit more matureness in 87 series at least he dose have a less sloppy hand writing, and thanks to him being creative he still likes to had some flare into his writing. Mikey letting sizing of course shows he is out going but it;s a pretty easy thing to say when it comes to the orange banded turtle. The spacing in his letters show that well Mikey may like alone time here and there he perfers the company of others. He is very much a dependent turtle. Not that he can't handle being alone but if the option of being around someone else is there he will rather that that. He uses a soft pressure due to his empathetic and sensitive nature. 87 Mikey is pretty in tune with his emotions. Likely thanks to him being the youngest and having said freedom to be as such. It's why he was able to tell Casey had a crush on Raph, or that Don was truly heart broken over what happened with him and April. And well he is someone who can be dependable in this sense if you notice how far off to the left the dot of his i is you will also learn he is a massive procrastinator. Even if this Mikey tends to take training a bit more serious than other versions he still rather watch tv or make pizza at times.

✈ : My muse and  traveling. (If they do it frequently and why, if they never left their home town, e.t.c.)

"Ehh we been to a lot werid places?"

in Raph I had forgotten the turts have been to Europe but also other dimensions even. So I would argue traveling to different world may just be further than anywhere they have been on earth.

✿ : My muse and nature. (If they are an ‘outdoorsy type’, like the sound of bird’s singing, if they have never set foot in a forest, e.t.c.) 

"Sure i'm all for nature so long as I can bring the tv with me."

I love constantly making fun of the turtle not being into camping despite it also being like the one time they can fully enjoy just being out and about at times like even in later seasons when the turtles are more free to walk around in later seasons they do go some stigma against them. I feel Mikey just truly has become accustomed to the modern conveniences is all.

☼ : My muse’s first memory. (Where it was, who was with them, how this memory makes them feel, e.t.c.) 

"uh I guess the most I think back to is when we mutated?"

far as I am aware or can recall 87 turtles never had a childhood per-say. Their baby stage/kid stage of life was spent when they were normal turtles and by the time they mutated they were already mature which is why they just pop as we see them in show. I feel that is when Mikey first memory kind of starts himself. Not that he don't recall somethings at time just his mind was developed in the same manor so it's easier to recall anything since that moment. Besides it's pretty life changing when you think about it.

☙ : My muse’s favourite food. (Bonus: A memory, be it good or bad, associated with said food.)

"If ya don't know then I don't know what to tell you dude."

I feel you have to be a fake fan not to know the turtles love pizza especially Mikey u-u and like many of the Mikey's it seems that love takes him to learning to cook. I feel he learned the basics from Splinter. But since most his cultural intake is from tv he started to try stuff out from tv shows and just really go into cooking ever since. Not like baking himself he perfers the savory stuff. But He would love to hear about Caasey being a baker uwu he has an odd friendship with Casey so I think he just like to bond with his brother in law this way. Look the moment he clocked into Casey crush he decided Casey was family u-u.

In truth HE should be the one making food for Von I like to think he was the one who gave Raph the idea that cooking would be the way to make peace with her. But Mikey sort of understands where Raph is coming from he should step in and help sorry Von but he knowns it wouldn't quite do the same if he made the food for Raph to give.

But he likely will be the one that has to sort of point out to Raph why this make casey jelly uwu Mikey understand the relationship to food.

♬ : My muse and music. (What type of music they like listening to and in what context, what music they would never listen to, e.t.c.)

"Oh I love music! nothing better than some good tunes brah."

Mikey dose love music of course, he tends to like more pop and rock music. A big fan of the likes of Modonna and Billy Joel. And just music that fits his more upbeat persona himself. Often can be found blasting music in the lair when he is in the kitchen or alone in the room it's always a karaoke session with Mikey.

↺ : My muse and the past. (Do they live in the past and struggle to let go of past grievances, or move on more easily, is there anything in their past they want to forget, e.t.c.) 

"ehh sometimes shit happen my dude but can't dwell forever."

Mikey's pretty good about learning to let things go. Being the youngest dose often mean he sort of gets his feelings hurt unintetnationally by his brothers time to time. But Mikey's able to understand and sort of see where they come from. When Don takes his frustrations out on his inventions being stolen or not working. When Raph makes snarky remarks or Leo even can get to be a tad demanding. His empathy dose allow him the head space to come to an understanding. he isn't immune to making petty comments or sassy remarks himself when he dose get baited into it. He's just a tad more emotionally mature.

☾ : My muse and sleep. (How much they sleep, how much they wish to sleep, if there is something that never fails to put them to sleep, e.t.c.) 

"I gotta get my beauty sleep don't look this good with out it."

Mikey is someone who can just sort of clonk out once it time for bed he is very much like the sun come morning he is up and beaming bright. Which im sure can annoy others not feeling the same way. the sunnier the day the sunnier Mikey himself is going to be. He can be an early riser even soon as the sky is awake Mikey is awake. Even with them often having to be active at night though he find its tough to stay up too late with out being busy he can do it and often can survive on little sleep and still be happy as can be.

✧ : My muse and art. (If they have an artistic side or not and why, favourite artist if they have one, e.t.c.) 

"I am named after an artis buuuuut I aint following his foot steps unless cooking counts?"

Which i feel it dose and should be more often. I truly see Mikey being a fan of many cooking shows and liking to try and plate and presentation food in a similar fashion. Its only for fun so he only dose it when its just him in the kitchen or if hes making something special for someone else. He may also make it look nice buuut that's resevered for someone he had feelings for more than anything uwu or his brothers just to cheer them up.

❃ : My muse and social media. (If the muse is/would be on social media and why/why not, their general opinion on it, e.t.c.) 

"Eh not much myself."

I know there was like forms of social media in the time that the 87 show aired over and such but with the fact the turtles tend to not really give much implications of wanting to really interact with humans at times but will help because it's the right thing and something they can even do. Mikey seems content with the friends they have ant not in a real need to expand his circle any time soon.

✉  : My muse and others. (If they social and outgoing or more introverted, and why. If they prefer communicating with others face to face or in written form, e.t.c.). 

"I mean I'm the party dude?"

I find the idea of mikey not being extroverted hilarious. Mikeys someone who tends to be able to openly talk with others with out issues often the friendest of the group as well. Where Mikey can be sort of between his brothers when it comes to thier involvement with the humans he tends to lean more on Leo's end not so much to be a hero but very much following his brother well also feeling it is the right thing todo. He dose enjoy meeting new people but that dosent always mean everyone. Sometimes he can find some charaters a bit much and be happy to just move on with them but he's also happy to welcome them back as well. It's just who Mikey is after all.

▶ : My muse and level of education. (If the muse has some form of education, what education they perhaps wish they had, e.t.c.). 

"I mean splinter taught all of us so there's that I guess?"

Mikeys real only education has been his ninja training so to help protect himself after all beyond that it's very much a if he wants to learn deal. Mostly mikey is more invested in not sitting down and learning stuff he dosent need to or even want to. He isn't like an idiot he's been shown to understand some concepts here and there but he's still got his gaps in knowledge he just at least have some common sense. Surpingly.

◐ : My muse and animals. (If they like animals and treat them well, do not care for them at all, e.t.c.). 

"I've had a few pets even got some fish for Raph!"

Mikey's had at least three or four pets himself in the show and even got Raph Japanese fighting fish once. I feel like he's very much a guy who sees an animal inn need if home and wants to help. I don't think he keeps any pets himself but will have a pet for a bit before having to take them somewhere they can live a happier life at instead. But of course he dose have a soft spot for cats like many Mikeys Do.

❒ : My muse and gifts. (If they are good/bad at finding gifts, good/bad at receiving gifts, good/bad at wrapping gifts, e.t.c.) 

"Gift are prettt nice I like to give and get them."

As mentioned before he did gift Raph some fish and its sort of over looked and misinterpreted that 87 raph dosen't care for fighting where it's ture he isn't looking for a fight he sure dose like to pick them still and even express interesting in contact sports still. So I feel mikeys pick of the fish shows this understanding of people he is close to. He did get upset when he thought everyone forgit his brithday but he seemed more down about just not getting acknowledged for it over a party or gifts.

Dosent mean Mikey dosent enjoy getting gifts of course but he dose agree its all about the thought that went into it over what the item is.

I feel like he lokes to try and out the same though behind gifts he may go for others but he dosent really got out of his way very much a it's your brithday or Christmas so I'm getting you gift person.

☘ : My muse’s relation with their family. (If they speak with each other and how much, if they are close or estranged, e.t.c.). 

"My brothers can be annoying buy I love them."

It is sad to me how I feel Splinter dose very much and clearly viwe the turtles as his sons but the turtles are some of the few to not see him as a dad but I feel it's that they do. They worked through the first season alone to try and help him demutate from being a rat after all. And when he had advance to go back to the human world theu were all sad at the thought of never seeing him again. Mikey shows he respects Splinter a lot and will often listen to him. Like when he refers to them as man and gets scolded he corrects himself. I feel he dose see Splinter as someone who cared and cares for him but worries he may lose that.

But knows he at least has his brother always.

Mikey dosent take advantage of being baby brother comaprednto later interactions fo and will. But I feel his brothers do instead viwe him a bit more that way so it dose allow Mikey to get away with his antics and such but also at the same time getting seen as equal to his brothers as a ninja.

I feel Mikey is the closest to Leo.he often follows in thier lead with not real fight. And tends to team up with Leo the most well sharing in Leo's ideals at times here and there. It could be he is just following because Leo is in charge but often he also speaks up when ever Don or Raph tend to expression not seeing why they need todo something he will speak up before Leo.

I feel he is about the same closeness to Don and Raph. But feels the pair are much closer he dosent have anything against this because he in turn os the same with Leo after all. But he also seems just as happy to be around either of them as Leo. But Raoh at least dose seem guilty of seeing Mikey as baby brother even expressing he can't beat even a robot version of the guy and the time he because a kid turtle didn't help. So he will at times get annoyed with raph and is often opposite of the more rude brother. Where with Donnie he seems to try and hold mkre balance along with.

#muse| hamato michelangelo #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #muse questions #symbol meme #ic reply #muse bio: hamato michelangelo #meme answes #[ heads rockin' n rolling -aflockoffeathers] #[ the brains of the operation -aflockoffeathers]

[heretherebedork]

tagged by @gillianthecat and why not?

NAME: Call my Francis. Or Here. Or... Dork. I don't care.

SIGN: Aquarius. No idea if it fits me, have never cared, never will care.

HEIGHT: 5'11"

TIME: 2:10 pm currently and still just cool enough that I can leave the window open, yaaay

BIRTHDAY: January and, frankly, the biggest deal of my birthday is going out to dinner and the other people working in the classroom always make sure there's something. But it's mostly about dinner.

FAVOURITE ARTIST/BAND: Currently? Dan the Bard and Arne Parrot are stuck in my head because Ren Faire.

LAST MOVIE: Shrek the Musical. Yes. I love it. No, you can't change my mind.

LAST SHOW: Just finished Love Mechanics, also watched 21 Days Theory and On Cloud Nine today. No clue WTF OC9 is doing but, eh, I'm here.

WHEN I CREATED THIS BLOG: 2011 or so for Homestuck. Yep. That's how I started here, y'all. Made it while I was working at a zoo on a slow day and sitting in front of a computer with nothing to do and the rest is history.

WHAT I POST: BL analysis, gifs, screaming, fandom, criticism and occasional food posts and the rarer just generalize 'hey, I am a human!' posts about either things I do or my job in special education.

OTHER BLOGS: Yes but they're all Homestuck and dead.

DO I GET ASKS: Shockingly commonly and I love every single one of them and all of you.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 6-7 hours. I keep myself to very specific schedule most of the time and am incapable of sleeping past 6 am no matter what I do

WHAT I'M WEARING: Blue gym shorts and a shirt that says 'May the fleece baa with ewe' based on The Death Sheep of Hell song by Tom Smith and because I love a good pun.

DREAM JOB: Pretty much what I do, tbh? I work as a 1:1 aide in special education and I love it so much. It's absolutely ideal. The only thing better would 1:1 educational aide and nanny but my unwillingness to get a driver's license kinda removes that from my list of possibilities.

DREAM TRIP: At this point, it'd be going to a little BL tour of countries but I'd have to go with someone so... probably never gonna happen. But I'd love to do a whole trip with someone who could force me out of my comfort zone because otherwise I'd just, like, lurk in front of shops and flee if anyone spoke to me and never actually see anything.

Realistically? I'm hoping to get to St Louis with a group of friends next summer to go to the zoo and City Museum.

FAVOURITE SONGS (and quotes from them, just for some spice): Uh. Dear lord.

Let's just go with Sheep Marketing Ploy thanks to my shirt.

"Way down in the fiery lake, Lucifer had a lot at steak, But he wanted some lamb chops instead, and Shari Lewis wasn't dead, So he kidnapped some virgin wool, grabbed its soul and began to pull, But he never thought that the lamb he'd caught Would rebel and then conquer and rule."

lol I know @absolutebl already did this but I also posted the song with the most puns in a single song I know so I'm gonna tag them anyway.

#just about me #hey look at that #i still exist #i also love puns

[mistiell]

This event is CLOSED

Surprise!!

I finally came up with an event to celebrate reaching 500 followers! I decided to do a mix of prompt requests and match up requests. Prompts will be listed at the bottom of this post.

DISCLAIMER!!

As of right now, I’m anticipating that most of the prompts will be short little blurbs. Some might be a little longer depending on what I can come up with from the prompt you’ve given me, but I can’t promise a full length fic for every single request.

I also can’t promise that I’ll get to every single one of these. I will do my absolute best, but I can’t guarantee anything.

All that being said, how is this going to work?

Prompt Rules

- Tell me which prompt/prompts you want me to write as well as which category it’s from. (Example: Fluff prompt 1 OR “You’re such a dork/But I’m your dork”)

- Specify the fandom and the character/characters you want it to be about. The list of fandoms and characters I write for are on my Request Rules which are here.

- Specify whether it should be platonic or romantic

- If you want reader to be Fem or Male, please tell me! Otherwise, I’m just going to write them as GN.

- If you want to get a little more specific and add onto the prompts a bit, go for it! (In fact, it’s encouraged)

Matchup Rules

- A description of who you are/what you look like that’s as in depth as you’re comfortable with (though the longer, the better!)

- List some of your interests! Could be music taste, hobbies, favourite movies/media in general, etc.

- Tell me which Fandom you’d like to be matched up with. The list of fandoms and characters I write for are on my Request Rules which are here.

- None of these headcanons will be NSFW.

Prompts

Fluff

1. “You’re such a dork”

“But I’m your dork.”

2. “You noticed?”

3. “You remembered?”

4. “You’re so gorgeous.”

“Baby, I just rolled out of bed.”

“Okay, and?”

5. “That really suits you.”

6. “Can you braid my hair? You’re the only one that does it right.”

7. “Love. Me. Now.”

8. “Shut up and help me, damn it.”

9. “Since when do you watch [favourite show/movie]?”

“Since somebody peer pressured me into watching it and got me hooked.”

10. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

11. “You look so good!”

“Sweetheart. Baby. Light of my life. I love you, you know that. But I am not setting a single toe outside that door looking like this.”

12. “Oooh, someone looks fancy!”

“Shut up before I kick your ass.”

13. “Ah, ah, ah, you haven’t paid your tax yet.”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“Maybe. But I’m still going to hold your food hostage until you give me a kiss.”

14. “You listen to [band/singer]?”

“Yeah?”

“Since when?”

“Since always??”

15. “I thought you forgot.”

“Your birthday? Babe, I would never!”

16. “Just shut up and take the fucking jacket, [name].”

17. “I never thought I could love someone as much as I love you.”

18. “Okay, so we may have a small problem-.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake- What did you do this time?”

19. “How the fuck are you still standing?!”

“Fuck if I know!”

20. “Did you change your flavour of chapstick? I can’t quite tell what it is. *kiss* Hang on. *kiss* Almost got it. *kiss* cherry?”

Comfort

1. “Hold me? Please?”

2. “Can I just… can I have a hug?”

3. “You can talk to me, y’know.”

4. “Hey, woah, look at me. You’re safe. Just… breathe with me, okay?”

5. “You don’t have to justify your feelings to me. I’m not like them.”

6. “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. We can just be for awhile.”

7. “Do you, uh… want a hug? Or something? ‘Cause I can totally do that if needed.”

8. “Oh no, no, no, please don’t cry. If you cry, I’ll cry, and then we’ll be stuck here for another hour crying together.”

9. “Talking about your feelings doesn’t make you weak, [name]. If anything, it makes you stronger.”

10. “Screw those bastards! You’re ten times better than they’ll ever be.”

11. “It’s okay to cry. Sometimes, that’s exactly what you need to just… get it all out, y’know?”

12. “Please don’t go. I… I don’t think I can be alone right now.”

13. “Stay. Please.”

14. “I can’t- I can’t breathe!”

15. “What can I do to help?”

16. “Leave me alone.”

“Not a chance in hell, sweetheart. You’re stuck with me for as long as it takes to cheer you up.”

17. “Why do you even love me?”

“Why do I love you? Why wouldn’t I love you?”

18. “Who did this to you?”

19. “I can totally kick their ass(es) if you want. Genuinely. I’m offering. Actually, I’m insisting! Just give me five minutes and I’ll-.”

“[name]?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and hug me.”

20. “I heard you were sick so I got you a tea and your favourite snacks. You don’t have to eat them yet. I figured you could have some when you’re feeling a little better.”

Pure Angst

1. “I feel like I’m drowning. Like no matter how hard I try to break the surface, I just get swallowed by another wave. Does that make sense?”

2. “I can’t keep watching you do this to yourself.”

“Then don’t.”

3. “I can’t do this anymore.”

4. “I loved you!”

“That was your first mistake! Your second was thinking I could ever love you!”

5. “You’re a liar.”

“Everyone’s a liar, sweetheart. The sooner you come to terms with that, the better off you’ll be.”

6. “So this is it? This is how it ends?”

7. “I thought I could love you. Turns out, I was wrong.”

8. “You can’t fix this.”

“Yes- yes I can-!”

“No, you can’t.”

9. “Please, just listen to me!”

“No! I’m done listening, [Name]!”

10. “Please don’t do this to me.”

11. “You still want them, don’t you?”

12. “I was never your first choice. I knew that going into this and I thought that I’d be okay with it but I’m not.”

13. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you needed me to be.”

“Me too.”

14. “Get out.”

“But I-!”

“I said get out, [Name]!”

15. “I can’t- I can’t do this without you!”

“You’ll manage. You always do, love.”

16. “I know about you and [Other Person]. You’re good at a lot of things, [Name], but lying is not one of them.”

17. “Fuck, that’s a lot of blood.”

18. “But I love you-!”

“You don’t love me. You never loved me!”

19. “Oh, come on! You’re the one who fucked this up and you’re crying? You’re fucking pathetic, you know that?”

20. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane x you #viktor arcane #viktor x reader #jayce arcane #jayce x reader #viktor x you #jayce talis #jayce x you #jinx arcane #jinx x reader #vi arcane #vi x reader #mel arcane #mel x reader #silco x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve herrington #steve harrington #robin buckley #robin x reader #steve x reader #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie st4

[innytoes]

Soft prompts: “I love you.” “You do?” for non-romantic Ray & Reggie

It was kind of a joke among the other Phantoms that Reggie had a big old dad-crush on Ray. Reggie didn’t mind. Julie thought it was sweet, and she always stopped Luke and Alex before they went to far. And they never actually said anything about it in front of Ray to embarrass him. So Reggie just rolled his eyes and extolled the virtues of Ray’s Awesome Rib Recipe and his Cool Photography skills whenever they guys started singing their little parody song of ‘Julie’s Dad has got Reggie Bad’.  

He didn’t point out the obvious, which was that while all three of them had shitty parents, Luke and Alex had turned to rejecting any form of adults in their lives, while Reggie found a healthy role model instead. He wasn’t that mean.

But Alex rolled his eyes and muttered about how Ray was ‘still a dad’ whenever Reggie gushed he liked their music, and Luke had this weird thing where he got super excited Ray liked their stuff but clammed up immediately when the guy was around. Though maybe that was because he’d started dating Ray’s daughter and he was scared of an upcoming shovel talk. (Which was dumb. Flynn was the one he needed to be scared of.)

Anyway, Julie didn’t mind if he maybe hung out with her dad more than was normal, and Carlos liked it when he came to the house. And Ray himself... well, he was everything Reggie dreamed of in a dad. He never yelled, even that time he’d been really angry they snuck a grounded Julie out of the house for a gig. He always had great advice, and he let Reggie talk and ask questions about photography and never told him to shut up or said that he was annoying. 

He knew it was probably an imposition, since, you know, Ray had his own kids to worry about, so he tried not to bother him too much. Whenever the band stayed over for dinner he made sure to help with the washing up, and he tried not to bother Ray when he seemed busy.

And okay, maybe it was weird that he’d gotten Ray a Father’s Day gift. It had seemed like such an obvious choice back at the dollar store, the ‘Best Dad Ever’ mug in Ray’s absolute favourite colour blue. He’d filled it with the candies Ray had told Reggie once were his favourite growing up, but that he never seemed to be able to find. It was the perfect gift.

But now that he was at the Molina house, he was getting second thoughts. He hadn’t gotten his own dad a Father’s Day gift in years, after the last two times had ended up in a screaming match between his Mom and his Dad, followed by a week of icy silence. Besides, this was a family holiday. Julie and Carlos had this handled, and he couldn’t just show up out of the blue and insert himself into their special day. Or, special morning, they still had band practice this afternoon.

He stopped at the back door, before turning back around. He’d just hide out in the studio until band practice, or something. He could shove the mug into the backpack he kept there and sneak it out later. Except as he was walking down the steps, Julie stuck her head out the door. “Reggie?” she asked.

He nearly flung the candies all over the yard, the way he jumped, but he managed not to. Julie immediately noticed the mug, and he wasn’t fast enough to cover the writing with his hand. “Is that for my dad?” she asked, and her face was doing that thing where she was trying not to go ‘awww’. She did it a lot, usually when Luke said something sappy or Alex was being cute with Willie.

“I’m sorry,” Reggie said. “I shouldn’t... this is your family time, I’ll just... I’ll go to the studio.”

“You’re family, you dork,” she said, coming outside in her dinosaur slippers just to grab him by the wrist. “Now come have breakfast. Carlos and I made pancakes.” Reggie let himself be dragged, too flustered to say anything. Sure, the band was family, they all felt that, they all said it, but this was a little different. This was Julie’s actual family. Ray seemed delighted to see him, though, smiling and telling Carlos to grab an extra plate, which he immediately did.

“Reggie has a gift for you,” Julie announced before he could hide it, pushing him over to the table. Ray looked surprised, and Reggie flushed, shoving the mug onto the table. He hunched his shoulders, fidgeting his fingers together as Ray exclaimed happily over the candy.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for these,” he said. “Thank you!” His eyes then fell to the mug. Reggie couldn’t look. This was the part where his face would fall and everything would get awkward. Ray wouldn’t be mean enough to point out he wasn’t Reggie’s dad, or anything, but the message would be received loud and clear anyway.

Except all of a sudden, Reggie was pulled into a hug. “Thank you, Reggie,” Ray said. “That means a lot. I love you.”

“You do?” he squeaked, which only made the hug firmer and better. A real dad hug.

“Of course,” Ray whispered, squeezing him once more before letting go. Reggie couldn’t help the giant grin on his face, even if he had to shove his sleeve against his eyes a little. Ray wasn’t much better off, teary-eyed but proud.

“Okay but next year, you and Reggie can do the pancakes and bacon,” Carlos told Julie. “And I’ll stick to the orange juice and toast.”

Reggie laughed, looking around the table at his family. “Deal.”

#julie and the phantoms #ray molina #reggie peters #Ray & Reggie #fanfic #julie molina #carlos molina #I wrote a thing #hi I started this over three times because I wanted it to be perfect #I'm not crying YOU'RE crying

[animereviewsbykyranskye]

Reviews while I watch UniteUp!: Episode 12 Finale

Oh my word. I can’t believe this is coming to an end. This show was honestly so fun and probably my favourite idol anime that I’ve watched so far. Let’s get into this final episode. 

They be nervous for the first live performance. 

I like the calmness and the buildup of the opening. How all the groups have developed and now come together because if it. 

That is a huge stadium.

Oooo. Is Anela performing?

Ahhhhhhh. Anela is performing!!! Yeee. Favourite group. 

This final episode is just going to be a bunch of performances and I love it. 

Those two are great. 

And dealing with the backlash as well. Nice. And they’re carrying on the performance! Yay! 

Daiki cries. Shame man. 

And they jump out the stage. That was great. 

Completely different style of music. 

Man just yeeted the mic. 

Once again. Different style of music. 

Ooo. Blue hair has nice solo. 

And onto Protostar. They get such a pretty opening. 

News flash? Ohhh. That’s so sweet. 

Protostar reminds me the most of the bands in idol anime. Their music that is. 

Now Akira cries. 

Different bands with different gloves. Noice attention to detail. 

Annnnnnd the opening song is the final song. Common trope but I still love it. 

Aw. A heart from the audience. 

And the typical chaos that all of them bring in the aftermath. It’s perfect. 

Gay. 

And he is very drunk. 

Oh god. He is scary as all hell. 

Nice atmosphere. They kept in a slight echo for the open auditorium. 

The three of them are so cute. I really want to see more of the different groups. 

----final thoughts----

By god, that was a fun one. I never knew idol animes could be done so well. Everything felt so authentic - even the drama. All the characters felt real and motivated which can be such a challenge with such a diverse cast. I absolutely loved this anime and I really hope we get to see more of these dorks. 

I can highly recommend this show and wish to give it an 8.8/10.

#anime #review #uniteup! #how did they do this so well #like seriously #also I ship Daiki and Akira #dont know if anyone else does #as well as Maoto and Lin #they are just silly ships so who knows #anyways #give it a watch #reviews while I watch #kyranskye

[thelastdaysofanalogue]

07.02.07 - Bowling For Soup at Southampton Guildhall

This tour was the first under Bowling For Soup’s ‘Get Happy Tour’ banner, named after a song from their best album A Hangover You Don’t Deserve. Usually I would attempt to be respectful to others and say “my personal favourite”, but this is a hill I’m willing to die on and I say it in some confidence that nobody will be arsed to fight me on that.

This was my fourth time seeing the band, and far from the last. Bowling For Soup are in a league alongside Reel Big Fish of US bands that planted their flag firmly in UK soil throughout this decade. Their shows in decent sized venues gave a platform for other acts from across the pond to earn their own reasonable sized audience in this country.

One of those bands were Army Of Freshmen. I don’t know how I came to know of this band, but I had a few of their MP3s(!) that I acquired from somewhere and just assumed they were an obscure US act I’d never get to see. Off the back of these BFS tours, AOF were able to headline their own UK jaunts and our band got to open for them in late 2008.

Another band I never thought I'd get to see were Wheatus. A bit like Good Charlotte, I missed the boat first time around and despite two follow up albums, which I loved, their Teenage Dirtbag era popularity had diminished by the mid 2000’s. The band had evolved over the years, and even though I’m still unsure about the use of an electric drum kit, I liked their new, expanded line up. I’ve seen them multiple time since, including a second time in 2007.

Which brings us to Son Of Dork. James Bourne’s post Busted band. I’ll admit, I liked the single, but I still haven’t forgiven him for trying to buy my (then) girlfriend a drink at an All American Rejects show a year earlier. By 2010, Son of Dork had disbanded and guitarist, Dave’s new band opened a show we played at The Craufurd Arms in Milton Keynes. We didn’t realise it was him until the following morning.

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