I am heartbroken to learn of the passing of David Crosby today, January 19, 2023. The music of The Byrds and of Crosby Stills Nash (and Young) helped me through some incredibly difficult times throughout my life. An instant smile would appear on my face the moment I heard one of the familiar tunes. The line of ‘Southern Cross’ which states: “She is all that I have left, and music is her name” is a line which will resonate with me for the rest of my life, and I will always hear the sweet harmonies of Crosby, Stills, and Nash when I even read the words. Music has been the only constant in my life, and so the passing of one of the finest musicians from that generation does leave a deep hole in my heart.
The impact that Croz left on the music industry is one that will be felt for generations to come, and that is something that I feel should be a comfort to all of us during this time. His legacy will live on. May he rest in eternal peace. My heart goes out to his family. his friends, and his fans during this difficult time.
Photos by Tony Gale, 1967.
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Astarion x barbarian!Tav blurb
Basically more of my barbarian big chick Herman and Astarion. You guys seemed to like it. Though I named her Tav here; I forgot Herman isn't a normal name. I'm desensitized. Astarion is pretty OOC, this was more of a crack one.
Also I'm on fire. Who is this? no waiting time between fics long enough to birth babies?!
Pairing: Astarion x fem!barbarian!Tav (also known as Herman)
Words: <1000, just a short one
Content: crack, just crack. Little OOC. But who cares, when you delulu enough it'll get you there.
Summary: Astarion has a lot to complain about today. The main one; 'no more walking'.
Astarion had been on his complain -train, as she liked to call it.
It started with complaining about how he woke up, then he whined because somehow his armor didn’t fit as comfortably as it did yesterday. And now-
"Are we there yet?" Astarion asked, dragging himself along. Tav shrugged, "No clue, should be there soon enough. I think."
“You think?" Astarion retorted, "Darling, please, my feet hurt-” he moped, trailing behind the rest of the party that tagged along for the day, “Can’t we take a break?”
Tav rolled her eyes, “We had a short rest not that long ago,” she commented, as she simply kept going down their path. The elf grumbled under his breath as he followed behind, arms crossed, “You know, you’re supposed to be considerate of my comfort. Being my pet and all.”
The look she shot him over her shoulder was a warning one, “I was your juicebox of the night, I think I’ve been considerate.”
Astarion let out a puff of air; surely he deserved better treatment. She should be biased for him. "VERY considerate. Which is why we are now on our path to save who and whose child," he said, his eye-roll not going unnoticed by the barbarian. She shook her head with a smile, "You forget we'll get paid. We could use some extra stuff before we continue our travels." Astarion didn't audibly agree with her, but the puff of breath he let out in annoyance was enough.
He picked up his pace momentarily, catching up with her. He wrapped an arm around her taller figure, squeezing her biceps (without drooling), “You know what, my sweet, you could put those good-looking muscles to use and-”
“I’m not carrying you.”
“You didn’t even know if that’s what I wanted to ask!” he exclaimed. She turned her head, cocking it, “Then what is it?”
“I was simply going to request,” he started, finger tracing over the muscle, “if you could oh so pretty please carry me.” Tav snorted, shaking her head, “you’re impossible.”
“I’m endearing.”
“You’re complaining,” the barbarian retorted.
“I could carry you,” Halsin chimed in from behind them. Tav’s ears perked up, “Looks like you found your volunteer, love.” Astarion snapped his head towards the druid with a glare, “Don’t you dare.”
Halsin, the poor man that wanted nothing more than to be nice, threw his hands up; Gale snorting next to him. Tav gave Astarion a look, “He’s trying to help.”
“yada yada,” Astarion rolled his eyes, how was she so oblivious to what he wanted? “I don’t want him carrying me! His hands probably still smell like bear! Now- pick me up!” he pouted, and Tav fought her smile.
“Alright fine, come here you drama queen,” she grabbed him by the waist (that did absolutely nothing to him!). His victorious grin was short-lived, however, as she threw him over her (big) shoulder. He’d be blushing if he wasn’t pissed off (and physically unable to). “Hey! That is NOT what I meant!” he protested, kicking his legs; which did next to nothing to her.
“You said carry, I carry,” she stated, “Didn’t specify.”
“YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT!” he shouted, fists kicking at her back (holy shit her muscles were flexed at her shoulder). Astarion purposefully kept his gaze there, not wanting to face the other companions; the only reason, truely. He could just feel Gale’s expression. That stupid fucking wizard. “PUT ME DOWN, PET!”
Tav turned around (Astarion blinking a few times from the sudden movement), looking at Halsin and Gale, “Do you guys hear something?” They both shook their heads with a chuckle.
Astarion gawked, his hands grabbing for SOME leverage; one clawed into her back while the other pushed against her free shoulder, “EXCUSE ME?!” he exclaimed as he tried to free himself from her grasp; able to turn his head just enough to face the other men, “You are supporting abuse!”
The vampire could feel her shoulders shaking as laughter bubbled in her throat. Astarion's lips formed an angry pout, fingers flicking the back of her head, “Don’t laugh!” he let his head drop, laying limp over her shoulder, “Please let me go, before this gets any more humiliating.”
“I don’t think it could be,” Gale quipped, to which she snorted, “He’s right, it’s pretty bad for you.”
“TAV!”
“OKAY OKAY!” The barbarian laughed, putting the fuming vampire down. He had his arms crossed, angry glare on his face (which wasn’t all that concerning to Tav; he had to look up to meet her eyes). b"I'm sorry. Are you okay?"
"No! My pride has been severely injured," Astarion replied, to which she shook her head with a chuckle. She pressed a kiss to the top of his head, fuming as he was, "Maybe halsin still wants to-"
"FUCK OFF."
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I didn't know how to end it so have this.
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