#ft. bob floyd

[fyrewalks]

“you didn't have to step in and help me, but you did, and i appreciate that, and i'm also sorry.” // @entriprises

Bob isn't sure his actions qualify as helping. He had, to Bradley's credit, literally stepped in. It was truly poor, or spectacular depending on the view point, timing. Instead of Bradley getting decked, it had been Bob.

"Sorry for what," Bob mumbles, eyes crossed as he tries to watch Bradley dab at the blood on his cheek. He thinks the cut came from his glasses, now sitting broken beside him on the counter; he also thinks Bradley needs to stop saying sorry. It isn't his fault.

"Oh! Motherfucker," he hisses, leg kicking out at whatever Bradley's applied to the fresh cut. "You dick," Bob grouses.

[fyrewalks]

Bob laughs, amused by Gracie's predictable reaction, and let's the comment be. It's reassuring, that there a few safe things between them. Bob can tease Gracie about her driving; in turn, Gracie can tease him about his picky food habits and how sterile his apartment can be.

"Uh-huh. Am I going to agree that they're good ones," he asks, though he doesn't care that much to verify the pictures himself. Presumably, Gracie cares about her online image more than he does. Her pages are cultivated while Bob's consists of home-made meals and sunsets from his runs.

"If that's a euphemism for something, I really don't want to know," Bob reminds her, mostly teasing, switching the radio again.

"okay, no need to lord that over me!" gracie exclaimed. she stunk at parking on the street. she'd passed the parallel parking part of her driver's test by the skin of her teeth. she avoided it as much as possible.

he was fine with street parking and gracie was fine with eating vegan food so it was a good enough compromise her book. she could allow herself to be subjected to teasing about her parking skills for a certain quality of food.

she hadn't sent their mom any of the pictures they'd taken yet, but she could. gracie swiped through her phone to her camera roll, "there are some very good ones in here. i'll pick good ones." gracie spent none of her time on her mom's facebook page, but she knew her mom was passionate about keeping up the digital album. the least she could do was keep contributing. "i think i'll keep the pickle to my insta stories though," she chuckled.

[fyrewalks]

bob and bradley caught under the mistletoe!! @entriprises

Bob wouldn't consider his decor extensive, though he is surprised by the amounts of boxes he's pulled from the garage. Blue and white mixes with red and green, hanukkah and christmas dotting across his space in a way that can only be described as kitschy.

"Oh," eyebrows raise in surprise, stockings held close to his chest, as he takes in the mistletoe Bradley is dangling with a sly grin. "I don't remember buying that." For as much decor as Bob's accumulated over the last few years, he does have a good idea of what he has.

"Did you sneak that in" Bob teases before kissing Bradley sweet, soft, and slow.

[fyrewalks]

head dropping, bradley brushes the back of his hand against the khaki uniform, trying to rid it of the inevitable and unavoidable lint that's started to collect. it’s fine— he’s mostly just waiting for bob by the door, turning over in his pocket the wings he’s managed to pluck off his boyfriend’s shirt. he’s quite proud of the achievement, though he manages to keep a straight face. “we should probably leave in five.” // @entriprises

Bob pushes his glasses up his nose before giving himself one last proper look over in the mirror, hair and uniform neat, tidy.

Then he rolls his eyes at Bradley's prompting - as if Bob is ever late to work.

"You know you don't have to wait for me," Bob reminds him, leaning close to kiss Bradley's cheek. They've got two cars nor are they at the part of showing up together.

He pulls back, running one palm across Bradley's shoulders, less to help him keep dust free, and more just an excuse to touch Bradley a bit longer. "Hey," Bob squints. "What looks off here?"

[fyrewalks]

[ scar ] sender sees one of receiver's scars for the first time and gently kisses it // @entriprises

Bob considers himself a patient man. He has to be, strapped into the backseat of a jet tasked with tracking miles and minutes and turns. So much is out of his control.

But he's not so patient tonight. He is on the ground, home, and Bradley's taking his time with his kissing, determined to leave a few marks. "Come on," Bob whines, tugging at the hair on the back of Bradley's neck. Finally, Bradley's mouth shifts.

And - oh. Bob blinks up at the ceiling. He thought Bradley might finally tough him. But no, he kisses across the curved scar tucked close to his shoulder and Bob swallows. It doesn't hurt, it might even tickle; he's just isn't sure if it's worth commenting on. He really wants that blow job.

Still, he clears his throat because now he can't think about anything else. "Uh, that's the - from the birdstrike."

[fyrewalks]

Bob squints at Gracie's frame, glad the effort of seeing her in the dimness without his glasses keeps her from detecting any satisfaction on her his face at her panic.

He cocks his head to the side, happy to drag out the teasing. "Is that something you can do? What happened to no take-backs?" Childish, maybe, but Bob does have a credible point. If they're acting like children, then might as well fully embrace it.

Folding his arms over his chest, Bob levels his chin. "What do I get instead? If I let you out of this dare."

he moved so she moved, clicking to the flashlight on her phone and turning it to the ground as she pulled the covers back. she rolled out of bed and into a standing position. she went from barely awake to very awake as soon as it mattered.

"no way," they were pretty much equidistant from the door and she lunged toward it. she grabbed for the door knob and braced her back against it. "no fuckin way." it was like they were kids again, and she absolutely couldn't let him get out the door. sure, it was her idea, but she still wasn't going to let him leave now.

"i resend my dare!," gracie exclaimed quietly. but did she really? or was she just stoping him from going to make this whole being forced to share a room again fun again.

[calcifiedunderland]

Hello! Could I please request prompt 22 (thalassaphobia) one shot with Floyd? Preferably romantic, but platonic is fine too, whatever you think works best :) thank you in advance!

💌Request received! Thank you for your message, your delivery is ready~

Highkey tempted to change my current blog layout to Floyd. This fic has convinced me.

Floyd Leech, ft. Thalassaphobia

You were handling this ‘stranded on a desert island with an alien’ thing better than you’d thought.

Sure, it was a little concerning how touching a book landed you and your friends on a strange island, with no one but a strange little blue alien called Stitch and other creatures chasing you. Still, you’d definitely dealt with weirder things back at NRC, and never on the beach. So you’d decided to cut your losses and worry about your predicament sipping coconut water while watching the sun set over the beach.

Currently, you were done with your tasks. You kicked up some sand idly, watching Jack and Azul attempt to surf. You watched Azul crash into the water for the umpteenth time, wincing.

“Shrimpy!~” Floyd bounded up to you, holding his surfboard under his arm. Stitch hung from his shoulders grinning at you mischievously. The two of them were dripping with seawater.

“You’re bein’ such a barnacle sitting on the beach. Let’s go ‘n surf!” Floyd grabbed your wrist and began tugging you when you pulled back, heels digging into the sand. “No thanks, I choose living,” you stared wide eyed at the sea.

The sea crashed mesmerizingly against the shore, but you watched as Azul and Jack fell into the ocean over and over again. The thought made your stomach clench. Losing your balance, toppling into the water. Nope, no thanks.

Floyd bent down to look at you, pouting. “It’s so borin’ over on the beach, Shrimpy. You gotta loosen up!” Floyd picked you up under his arm and started hauling you over to the shore. You gasped and smacked his torso while Stitch gurgled in laughter.

“Floyd! No! The ocean’s scary! I’m not going!!” You hollered as he plopped you down on the wet sand. Water washed at your feet and you shrinked back.

Floyd leaned over you, ominously blocking the sun. “ha~? Shrimpy, you afraid of the water or something?” You swallowed before saying “No” unconvincingly. You winced as Floyd doubled over in laughter, almost throwing Stitch off.

“You’re tellin’ me we’ve been on this island and you’re afraid of the ocean?!” Floyd was still cackling as you struggled to your feet, pouting. “Not all of us can breathe underwater or swim Floyd!” You smacked his arm.

Floyd grinned down at you, “it’s not like you’re gonna drown or anythin’! You’ve got me n’ Azul to save you.” You rolled your eyes, “you guys can’t shift to your merforms.” Floyd looked smug, “I’m still a faster swimmer than you, Shrimpy.”

Stitch whined and tugged Floyd’s shirt. “Oh, I think Stitch is gettin’ bored. Let’s go surfing, Shrimpy. I’ll teach you.” Your eyes widened, but before you could protect Floyd grabbed you again, this time throwing you over his shoulder. You yelled, and Stitch grinned at you from Floyd’s other shoulder.

Floyd started humming loudly while you smacked his back. Thankfully he only waded in to his thighs, but while you weren’t dunked into the ocean, you were staring at it with wide eyes. Only Floyd stood between you and aquatic doom.

“Alrighty Shrimpy~ let’s get you down!” He plopped the surfboard on the water. It bobbed a bit, but the ocean where you were was stable for the most part. Floyd removed you from his shoulder, but before you could rejoice at your freedom, he sat you down on the board.

“Can’t go nowhere now~” he sang as you clutched the board, “Floyd-!” Stitch leapt onto the board, making it teeter. You shrieked and hugged Stitch close to you, the little alien giggling. “No screaming,” he said, patting your head.

“Yeah, Shrimpy. No screamin’,” Floyd teased, arms crossed and watching you in amusement. “You’re not even in the deep yet, you still scared?” You grit your teeth and glared at him, “you’re practically a skyscraper, that’s why you don’t think it’s deep.” From your seat on the surfboard, you couldn’t even touch the sea floor.

Floyd gently pat your head. “‘s’not like I’m gonna let you fall, Shrimpy. I’ll just catch you n’ squeeze you real tight like this~” Floyd wrapped you in a hug before you could even react. You squeaked, while Stitch laughed at you from between you and Floyd.

At last, the sun started setting. Floyd had eventually taken you to some rocks near the shore. You leaned against his shoulder, closing your eyes and dozing off.

“Ohana?” Stitch pointed at you, looking at Floyd questioningly. Floyd shook his head, arm wrapped around you, “nah, Shrimpy’s not… whatever you just said.” He leaned his cheek against your head, watching the sunset with Stitch with a curiously soft smile. “They’re practically family.”

floydie!!!! FLOYDIE!!!!!!! I miss this event sm!

Thank you for your request!!!! 🥰

[fyrewalks]

“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.” // @entriprises

"Yeah, okay," Bob can't help the bite to his voice, thankful as he his for Bradley's help. It's late, his truck's been towed to a mechanic's, and if it weren't for Bradley's help, he'd be effectively stranded here. Sure, there were rideshare options, but an hour away from home and a looming mechanic's bill, Bob wasn't eager to use that option. "Thanks, man," he manages to add before Bradley hangs up.

The time waiting at least gives Bob's frustration an opportunity to bleed into acceptance. Whatever's fucked with his trust is going to cost a pretty penny; Bob considers himself handy, but a smoking engine is beyond his capabilities. Plus, he's stuck with the closest mechanic that had been by the trail head. On top of being worn from an all day hike.

"Thank you," Bob repeats again, sliding into Bradley's passenger seat. "You mind stopping at a drive-thru before getting back on the highway?"

[angelwishess]

⑅˚₊ 𝜗𝜚 Kyra Lovelace

(REMAKE) || Pinterest Boards — Playlist(s) .

The magicless prefect of Ramshackle; an enchantingly beautiful young lady who always carries herself with a sense of gracefulness and elegance fit for a princess. But behind that fair facade, lies an endless curiosity, a desire for danger and a knack for causing trouble.

⑅˚₊ 𝜗𝜚 — BASIC INFO !

Nicknames:

Prefect / Prefect of Ramshackle

Henchman (Grim)

Trickster, Princesse de la Lumière (Rook)

Little Shrimpy / Sea Angel <- After events of Book 3 (Floyd)

Kid (Leona)

Child of Man (Malleus)

Lacy, Ra-ra (Cater, Jester)

Nicknames for others:

Floydie (Floyd)

Acey (Ace)

Deucey (Deuce)

Jestie (Jester)

Jadie (Jade)

Zul / Zulie / Octoboy (Azul)

Big Bro (Leona and Jamil)

Caycay (Cater)

She has a habit for calling people endearing petnames like “sweetheart” when she doesn’t know them very well … (not many of the nrc students like this WHAHAHA)

Grade/Class: Freshman, Class A

Birthday: May 5

Age: 17

Height: 172.72 cm (5’8 ft) ( 177.80 /5’10 with her heels! )

Dominant Hand: Right

Homeland: ???

Club: Spelldrive Club

Best Subject: Animal Languages

Hobbies: Designing and making clothes

Pet Peeves: Living routinely.

Favourite Food: Burgers and Steak Fries !!

Least Favorite Food: Steamed fish and liver

Talent: Making clothes out of just about anything!

Likes : Fashion, Cute things, Mythology, Folklore, Fairytales, Flower language, “Adventure”, Anything she thinks is “fun”, collecting weird random bits n’ bobs, learning new things, Ribbons n’ frills, Pranks n’ mischief, Amusement parks, adrenaline rushes, Freedom, Cute sweets and cafe hopping!

Dislikes : “Boring things”, Normalcy/Living life routinely, monotony, pessimism, indecisiveness, lack of freedom, strong smells, studying, silence, being told what to do, being told she ‘cant’ do something, her moodswings, humid weather, being looked down on / underestimated, people trying to “save her”.

Gender & Sexuality: cis girl, demisexual + demiromantic

Voice Claim(s):

Note, these are subject to change !

JP: Haruka Shiraishi (as Leticia from I Want To Escape Princess Lessons)

ENG: Jessica Brown Findlay (as Leonore from Castlevania) (just pretend its a liittle higher pitched hehe)

⑅˚₊ 𝜗𝜚 — APPEARANCE !

A tall girl with fair skin and rosey cheeks. She has long, wavy white hair that fades into a soft pink. Her eyes are also pink, but she has notable long, thick lashes. She has heart-shaped pupils, and she always has a gentle smile on her face. (Smiling resting face)

It is notable that she is very very beautiful. Her beauty can be considered uncanny, ethereal. And she has a very elegant, other worldly aura.

No, literally… She has an aura. 😭 a sparkly, sparkly aura …

It honestly started as a joke but its canon now?? I seriously dont know— best example I can give is something similar to Kokomi Teruhashi from Saiki K but her aura is pink and sparkly … And she doesnt have it all the time only when she smiles shoujo style yk HAHAHAHA

⑅˚₊ 𝜗𝜚 — BODY LANGUAGE / SPEAKING HABITS !

She carries herself in a way that is very graceful, fit for a princess. She walks elegantly , with perfect posture and often seems as if she is floating despite her feet being on the ground. She simply feels… Unreal. Well, that is until she trips and falls on her face. Despite her elegant and well-mannered appearance for a first impression— she is incredibly clumsy.

She has a lot of body movement when she speaks. Think of Giselle from Enchanted, thats exactly how she moves often times as she speaks.

She moves in a way that is elegant and regal.

Even when she gets more comfortable being herself, she still has some old habits from her past, an example being bowing/giving a curtsy whenever she introduces herself.

She has a very soft, soothing voice. Perfect for storytimes and lullabies. Its very stereotypically ‘feminine’, and most times she never raises her voice. From anger, that is. She can be rather loud after coming out of her shell in Book 1.

Her voice, similar to how she moves, feels whimsical and airy in a strange way. She truly does seem like someone thats been taken straight out of a fairytale! …Well, atleast until she comes out of her shell, and you get to know the real her.

⑅˚₊ 𝜗𝜚 — PERSONALITY !

Most notable traits || adrenaline junkie, carefree, unpredictable, impulsive, reckless, competetive, curious, accident prone, loyal, chaotic, enigmatic, cool-headed/unbothered, affectionate, teasing, mischevious, eccentric (I reccommend you check out my 🎀! twst shennanigans tag to see more memes of her and her personality lmao)

Kyra, at first, seems very elegant. The picture perfect image of what you think of when you think of the word “princess”. Shes soft-spoken, quiet, and mild-mannered. Usually not speaking unless spoken to, and always has a far-off, dreamy look on her face. She seems mysterious, and other worldly, like they pulled her out of a fairytale. Her presence attracts people and animals alike, they cant help but be drawn to her somehow.

Although she comes off as very mature and graceful at first— the true Kyra is a whirlwind of impulsivity and chaos. Shes unpredictable, and thinks in a way others way deem... strange. Shes bounce-off-the-walls energetic and eccentric, and unfortunately, a little naive too. Shes a dreamer at heart, after all!

She says and does things without thinking, often coming off as painfully honest and blunt. She says whatever she wants to and is extremely outspoken, not caring one bit about what she says. She also doesn’t understand social cues very well, either.

Ridiculously unserious, you can expect her to laugh at the worst times possible. Often times, she isn’t too good at reading the room, and can come off as insensitive when in serious situations. She herself, doesn’t see the issue with it, as in her eyes shes just “having fun”. Unfortunately, this can affect her realtionships with others, too, as she likes to have fun in her own way, and often times she does it by poking fun and teasing people, even if they’re in a bad mood.

She does what she wants, when she wants, and won’t listen to anyone who tries to tell her otherwise.

She adores the feeling of adrenaline in her veins and would do anything to chase that high. Because of this, she always has trouble and chaos burning hot on her heels. You can bet theres never a dull moment with Kyra around - from trying to juggle fish to exploding the alchemy lab to see "how many cool colors she can make", theres always something unexpected happening around her!

She has an insatiable, childish curiosity, and is always enamored by new things! She loves learning and experiencing new things, and always goes out of her way to try and learn every day. She seems to be quite oblivious to the real world, though. Seeing as she finds something new every day, be it as simple as a burger, a video game or a vending machine— it seems that even everyday things of society are all interesting and new to her.

Shes very honest, and sometimes even blunt. She enjoys a good challenge, no matter how ridiculous or extreme and hates being looked down on or underestimated. Because of this shes incredibly competetive when it comes down to it. Usually, shes very calm and cool-headed, but she cannot stand it when someone says she cant do something. Always filled with the burning desire to stand up for herself and prove them wrong, she’ll show everyone she isn’t some sort of delicate and frail maiden that needs someone to save her. (…Except for cooking, she cannot cook. At all.)

A huge klutz and so accident prone its ridiculous, Kyra always finds herself in the middle of some sort of accident or situation. Whether on purpose or not, if theres some sort of incident shes most likely involved somehow... Safe to say that the infirmary is her second home.

Despite her seemingly thoughtless behavior; Kyra is actually very compassionate. She's always the first person to come rushing in when someone is in need, and is a little too trusting of people, to the point of naivety. Shes extremely loving and caring, and even if she teases her friends, she adores all of them dearly and views them as family!

Kyra is a very positive person! She prefers to see the bright side of things, and is so cool-headed its honestly scary. She seems to never get upset, and faces everything with a bright smile! She holds no grudges towards anyone, and is so full of love sometimes its sickening. She chooses to always look forward, and move on from disasters with an even bigger smile than before.

Shes the kind of person that leaves a lasting impression. If you’ve met her, you’ll never forget her! No matter how rambunctious and chaotic she is, she spreads her love and her light to everyone she meets, and before you know it, she’ll find some way to worm her way into your heart! As a friend, and as a companion. A soul as lovely and as beautiful as her’s is sure to leave an impression you’ll never forget.

The best way to describe her is a walking contradiction. Chaotic yet serene at the same time, angelic yet impish in nature, selfish yet selfless. So easy to understand yet impossible to know. Otherworldly and proud yet so grounded and humble. She holds herself in a way that is regal, elegant. Yet she is so very inviting. So mature yet so childish, so disconnected with emotions but she feels them so deeply. Its curious, how it's possible for someone that burns so brightly to be so cool and collected.

Perhaps that is simply the role of a princess. And shes trying to figure out which parts of her have been thrust upon her by the expectations of others, and which ones are truly her.

⑅˚₊ 𝜗𝜚 — BACKGROUND / LORE (TW: for dehumanization.)

The life of a princess; from her birth is well defined. She must humbly serve her country and her people and wordlessly play the role she has been assigned.

She has no other purpose, after all. This is what she is meant for- the only thing shes good for. To not speak, nor think for herself. To act only for the sake of others.

Because that is what a princess does. She does not have any other identity outside of this. Nor does she need any identity outside of this. This is the only thing shes good for, what gives her worth. Purpose. She is nothing if not her title and her beauty, a tool for the kingdom to use for its advantage. She is someone— no, something to be used.

Perfection is her obligation. To be a flawless paragon, the ideal figurehead. To be something… Inhuman. And to be viewed as such. She is nothing more than her beauty, never valued beyond that.

But, Kyra is a dreamer. She wants, and she wants. No matter how many times she tries to stop it. She cant help that yearning for freedom she so desperately desires. Yearning, to be more than what shes told she is. Yearning to have more than what they have planned for her.

From her birth, she was forbidden from ever stepping foot outside the palace walls, her father much harsher on her than her other siblings, alienated from everyone in her life. She escaped through fairytales, and filled her head with dreams of the fantastical. Of course, this only made her want more. It fueled her wonder and curiosity of the outside world, and dreamed that one day she would be able to leave and explore the world for herself.

Of course, as years passed she had she had long played the role as “perfect princess”, obeyed every command and compliantly did everything the people asked of her. She threw away her own desires for the sake of her country- because that is her only purpose. And that is the only way she could ever hope to be loved. Otherwise… She’d be completely unlovable, if she didn’t comply. Her entire purpose is simply to sit still, to never speak and to simply and look beautiful. Acting almost like a doll.

Always admired, but never truly loved.

Always desired, but never known.

Always seen, but never heard.

And yet, you can only push someone so far.

After getting news from her father that she was promised to a prince, she stormed back to her room to weep. All of her dreams now crushed, and her hope gone.

She ripped out the pages of an old scrapbook shes had since she was a little girl. All of her dreams of adventure written and illustrated in lead and colorful pencils— now ripped to shreds. Nothing but little pieces of paper, of thrown out dreams. Dreams of leaving this palace and going to the beach, or an amusement park. Dreams of travelling the world and to see what it has to offer...

Dreams to make friends, and have grand adventures with them.

All hope was lost... Atleast thats what she thought, until she looked up to the sky and saw a shooting star. Out of desperation, she made a wish. The first time in years, as childish as it was she had no other choice.

And when she woke up, she was in a world she always dreamed of going to. And she couldn't be any happier. Maybe… Just this once, even just for a little while… She can be selfish too.

⑅˚₊ 𝜗𝜚 — NOTABLE RELATIONSHIPS !

Kyra ♡ Floyd — Bestfriends! Or more. || Theres no one on land or in the sea that could ever be more in sync than these two. Always on the same page and wreacking havoc wherever they go, they’re an inseperable duo attatched to the hip! They say they’re best friends and partners in crime, but everyone can see the dopey, lovestruck expression on their faces when they look at eachother. They’ll keep denying it, but no one knows why. (Wanna know more? Floyra’s intro post will be linked here!)

Kyra & Leona — “Big bro!” || Kyra seemed to take a liking to the beastman after the events of Book 2, often following him around like a lost puppy. She sees him as an older brother figure— sevens know why, but as time passes Leona found himself seeing her as his little sister, too. Perhaps, Kyra yearned for someone to call her older sibling. After all she never got to spend any time with hers.

Kyra & Malleus — Closest friend. || Both royalty thats underdeveloped socially, with a curiosity for the seemingly mundane things of the everyday life of humans— Kyra and Malleus are quite the duo, Kyra thought he looked so cool when they first met, and immediately invited him into Ramshackle! At the end of the night, she invited him to visit again the next day. When asked why, she said they were friends. And ever since, they’ve found comfort in eachother’s presence, and being eachother’s close friend.

Kyra & Crewel — “Dad!” || Kyra lacked a proper father figure in her life before arriving to TWST, her biological father being very distant. Crewel made her feel like she actually had a father figure, and now shes always quick to help him whenever she can. (… Unfortunately, he doesn’t seem to approve of her choice with Floyd.)

Kyra & Adeuce — Dumb, Dumber and Dumbest. || Ah. The original trio. Kyra looks out for them— but most of the time just lets them be because she thinks its funny watching them flail around whenever they’re in trouble. Basically, they all act like siblings. Always teasing and poking fun at eachother, but also always the first to rush to eachothers side whenever real trouble arises.

Kyra & Azul — World’s Worst Customer. || Ever since Kyra ate his last contract during Book 3, it was basically downhill from there. Well, for Azul. Not Kyra, shes having the time of her life pestering and annoying Azul. He’s tried to ban her from the Mostro Lounge countless of times but it never works. Not when the employees are unsure whether to actually kick her out, since its either they anger Azul or Floyd if they do or dont kick Kyra out. Either way, Kyra will find a way back into the Lounge out of pure spite. She just thinks its funny to annoy Azul, and Azul is lowkey kind of scared of her…

Kyra & Jamil — Parallels. || Kyra wanted to be mad at him. To be dissappointed in him, to tell him off after the events of Book 4. But, she couldn’t. She didn’t feel angry at all, her anger from earlier while seeing Kalim cry was faded, sizzled into nothing but a gaping hole of guilt— because how could she hate someone she understands so very deeply? She understands. He doesn’t think so. How could he know she understands when all he sees is her running as free as the wind? But, he doesn’t know, that his freedom is eventual, and promised. And hers is temporary.

…On a happier note, Kyra and Jamil end up having a silly brother-and-sister-like relationship! Looks like Jamil has another person to babysit, and shes even WORSE than Kalim 😭

⑅˚₊ 𝜗𝜚 — OC RELATIONSHIPS !

Kyra & Poppy (@/justm3di0cr3) — “Lil’ sis!” || Both gleeful rays of sunshine that attract people, these two are inseperable! Kyra loves to spoil her little sister rotten with gorgeous dresses she designed, and they often have tea parties together to catch up! They love eachother dearly, and see eachother as family!

Kyra & Paige (@/4necdote) — “Mom!” || Kyra never had a mother, atleast not before Paige. And for that, she loves her so very dearly. Sorry Crewel, but shes a total Mama’s Girl!

Kyra & Elena — “Lil’ sis! pt. 2” || Elena has never been one to trust— But Kyra is just too presistent, too sweet and naive. To trust someone who calls herself a monster… How stupid is she? But even then… Kyra still believes in her. She says that she is kind even after all the betrayal, and deep down Elena wants to believe it too. Kyra sees Elena for who she is, and no one other than Azul and her brothers has done that before.

Kyra & Rory (@/screamintoad) — “Lil’ Bro!” || Complete opposites, both in personality and in style. But that doesn’t stop them at all! Kyra and Rory are dorm mates, but also sibling figures to eachother! Even with how much of a handful Kyra is, Rory always knows how to deal with her. Despite being months younger than Kyra. Safe to say Rory isn’t a stranger to Kyra’s chaos and randomness, and he’ll have to deal with it for life; seeing as they were both adopted by Paige and Crewel. Sibling til’ the end, right? <3

(If you wanna know more about her dynamics with other characters and her personality itself— I suggest looking through my Twst Shennanigans tag!! Its just a bunch of silly incorrect quotes honestly but it shows their dynamics pretty well HAHAHA)

⑅˚₊ 𝜗𝜚 — TRIVIA / FUNFACTS !

Kyra is Twisted from the stereotype of a Disney Princess!

While Kyra may be a stereotype, there are some princesses that I took inspo from the most! Those are: Giselle, Belle, Rapunzel, and Jasmine!! Cinderella and Snow White too, but thats just because theyre basically the disney princess blue print LMAO

^^ Kyra takes a lot of inspiration from Giselle especially!! She has a lot of her mannerisms. (Body language, the hand movements, ykyk)

In the canon storyline, no one knows Kyra’s past as royalty, and she never mentions it. She keeps it hidden throughout the events of the story, as she doesn’t want to remember it.

Kyra has a unique affinity towards animals that make them naturally drawn to her. Funnily enough, this also extends to merfolk and beastmen! Although its much more subtle.

Because of her past, Kyra is new to most things she interacts with in general. She was enamored when she saw a vending machine for the first time.

Kyra is an adrenaline junkie.

Kyra likes to dig through trash cans. Thats it.

With waaay too much energy, Kyra just cant stay still for a minute. Always off on some random side quest, working a part-time job at Sam's just for the fun of it to partying it up with Scarabia, she just can't stick to one thing for too long! She'll disappear for a minute and come back with something completely random. You really never know with her.

Despite how she seems, Kyra does NOTT take shit from anyone. If she doesnt vibe with you, she’ll just leave. And if you piss her off, its on SIGHT. Will absolutely throw hands regardless of who you are

Her single and only fear is Jamil after she does something stupid.

Wanna know my thoughts on why I designed Kyra the way I did? Check out my post here! I go into detail on her character design!~

Transparent PNG of her sprite here!

[deltamel]

summer days moodboard ft. bob reynolds/bob floyd 😌 ✎ᝰ crush by ethel cain

[fyrewalks]

"you know what? you're right. you've got this. i don't know what i was thinking trying to be all... helpful." // @entriprises

It starts off fine enough, the oven preheating and a new recipe for braised lamb shanks queued up on Bob's laptop. It's the sort of dish that's more impressive than it is difficult; Bob's made it before, this time going for a new sauce that's more tomato-y. He's got Bradley on potatoes, mashed to soak up all the yummy braising liquid, and he'll handle the asparagus once the lamb is seared and popped into the oven.

Except, every time Bob turns, goes to grab a knife or an ingredient, Bradley is right fucking there. At first, it's cute. He presses a quick peck to Bradley's lip and they both scoot out of the way. Twice, is annoying. Three times is frustrating, and by the fourth, Bob snaps.

He pinches his nose, exhaling. "Can you just - I don't know, go find something to do? Isn't there a game on?" Yes, he is sending Bradley away like a child, but frankly, Bob just wants to finish dinner in his kitchen in relative peace.

[say-al0e]

Starlight

Rating: PG

Summary: As your back seater, you trusted Bob with your life. He was the one person you could tell anything. He cared enough to listen and did what he could to ease your anxiety. He knows something's wrong but he couldn't imagine the birdstrike made you consider feelings you thought were better left buried. [Ft. "It's you, it's always been you, it always will be you." + "I'm so in love with you and you don't even notice." "...you're in love with me?" Requested by Anon ages ago - sorry!] Warnings: Anxiety, mentions of work related injury (birdstrike), brief mention of sexism in the workplace. Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x fem!Reader (Pilot!Reader) Word Count: 3.8k  Top Gun Taglist | Top Gun Masterlist

Robert Floyd knew what it was like to be anxious. He spent his fair share of days in a suspended state of fight or flight, really only relaxed when he was in the air - a contradiction, he knew, but being strapped into his seat with nothing but the blue expanse of sky stretching before him was comforting in a way he couldn’t quite understand.

Anxiety was something he knew all too well but he knew you, too. Over the years, Bob had learned to read you better than the most well-loved book on his shelf. The little tells that everyone else missed - the downward curve of your mouth, the slump of your shoulders, the uneven measure of your breathing - never escaped his notice.

It was easy to guess that the measure of comfort, the ease with which he read you, came from your proximity. As your back seater, Bob spent more time with you than anyone else. He was trained to notice things, to anticipate the next move, to read a few lines ahead, and you - your moods, your tells, your general being - were at the top of the list of things he noticed.

For better or for worse, good day or bad, Bob could tell with a single look.

There was no hiding from Bob, not that you even tried anymore, and there was never any surprise that he saw the signs of your anxiety immediately.

The moment you stepped into his room - fingers trembling, lashes fluttering as you blinked just a little too quick, breath coming in a little too shallow - he knew. There was no point in trying to hide it, no use in pretending that it was anything other than anxiety. Bob could see right through you by now.

Way back when, when he first realized that you were just as anxious as him and lived in that same state of suspended fight or flight, he’d asked what helped.

For Bob, it was music. Very few people knew he enjoyed playing guitar - even fewer had ever heard him play to know that he was good at it - but when he found himself lost in thought, crippled by an anxiety that left him nauseous, he took a few moments to sit and strum away. His vinyl collection remained back home, waiting for the day he moved into a place that he could really make his own, but when playing guitar didn’t work, he still turned on the playlist he made specifically for moments of anxiety and let himself get lost in the music.

Bob remembered the look on your face when you admitted that you had no idea. That frown - a little confused, curious as to why he even asked; a lot upset, crushed that you had no idea how to help yourself after spending your life almost hyper independent - and the way you nearly refused to meet his eyes, intently staring at the stained carpet of his bedroom floor, remained seared into his memory.

Before him, there’d been no one to acknowledge your feelings. Growing up, you were always the tough one. In the Naval Academy, and at Top Gun, you pushed yourself to be the best - eager to be taken seriously in a world dominated by men. Outwardly, everyone saw you as the strong one; the one that was capable of pushing through, no matter the circumstances. 

Before him, no one cared enough to truly look and see beyond the facade. If they noticed, no one ever really cared enough to try and help. Before him, each time you felt anxious - chest aching, lungs tight, heart racing, skin prickling - you isolated yourself.

Dealing with the problem on your own was easier when there was no additional disappointment caused by another’s apathy.

Bob, however, cared.

If you told him that isolation really helped - truly meant it, really needed time alone to gather yourself, to pick apart the pieces of your panic and put yourself back together again - he would’ve gladly given you space. But that wasn’t the case and Bob knew that.

At first, he had no idea how to help, but he knew that leaving you alone wasn’t the way too go about things. No matter how hard you tried to push him away - something he was thankful you no longer tried to do.

And after a great deal of trial and error, he helped you figure out what worked best.

Instead of allowing you to step further inside, Bob was on his feet and reaching for his keys and jacket the second he caught sight of your face. He could see the glass of your eyes, the far-off stare as you willed yourself not to fall apart. And despite the blistering heat outside, he could see the way shivers racked your body.

Without a second thought, he draped the soft fabric over your shoulders. It was light but it served as a weight against your skin, a sort of tether to reality, as he guided you out of his room.

Warmth bled from his palms, seeped through the fabric and into your skin as he placed a hand at the middle of your back, and his mouth curved into a soft frown as you leaned into the touch. It wasn’t as exceedingly rare as it seemed that first time - way back when, before Bob knew whether your partnership would work, before he was comfortable enough with you as a friend to really allow himself to fall for you - but you really only leaned in like that when you were so far in your head that he wondered just what sent you spiraling.

Bob wasted no time wondering, however. “C’mon,” he urged gently, voice quiet and soft in a way it always seemed to go in moments like this. “Let’s go for a drive.”

As he guided you out of the building, he kept closer than he usually stood - only a fraction of an inch between you, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off his body and the shivers racking yours - and squeezed your shoulder gently as he opened the passenger door. Soft brown eyes, wide and searching, met yours as you climbed in.

When you offered him the ghost of a smile, watery and in no way reaching your eyes, he returned it as best as he could - encouraging, soft, easy - and mumbled a quiet, “It’s okay,” before rounding the vehicle.

There was no need to ask where he was taking you. This had become an increasingly regular occurrence - a byproduct of the stress of work and life, family and all their endless frustration, all settling heavy on your chest - so you wrapped the soft fabric of his sweatshirt tighter around your body. The warmth mattered little, even as Bob turned on the heat despite his own discomfort, as you inhaled deeply.

The jacket smelled of him - the soft, clean scent of his shampoo; the woody, citrus scent of his cologne; acrid jet fuel, achingly familiar, that managed to permeate every item either of you owned - and it calmed your heart, if only slightly. Though it was light, the added weight helped, pressed on your shoulders and eased the tremors in your limbs, as Bob slowly maneuvered the streets.

Doe eyes flickered between you and the road occasionally, soft brown reflecting orange streetlights and glittering with a concern you only really saw directed at you. Bob cared about a lot of things - his friends, his family, his job - and was anxious about even more. But he really only worried about you these days.

Bob never voiced it aloud, never said it in so many words, but you knew. Everyone knew. There was very little fragile about you - he knew that, had seen you take charge on more than one occasion; regularly watched you hold your own with men like Hangman, men who somehow managed to be worse than Hangman ever thought about being - but he still worried.

Outwardly, the pair of you could’t seem anymore different. Bob relegated himself to the shadows, allowed the world to spin without throwing himself right into the center of it all. You never sought attention but, somehow, always seemed to garner it without so much as the blink of an eye. Not that he blamed anyone for focusing on you, he was guilty of it, too, most days.

But he knew that you shared more similarities than differences.

Long years, left out and forgotten, invisible to nearly everyone else; less than stellar childhoods, spent building fantasies that had yet to come to pass as a means of protecting yourselves; years of service, marked by exemplary records and commendations, even through relative silence.

If anyone could really understand what you felt, the anxiety that all too often plagued you, the root of what really kept you up at night, it was Bob.

As buildings rushed by, passed in a blur of shadows and orange streetlights, you busied yourself with a fraying thread at the cuff of his jacket. Though silence was not unusual, this was heavier than normal - nearly suffocating, without the usual comfort, lacking the distinct feeling of home that so often came with spending time together - but breaking it was the last thing on either of your minds.

Bob would never push, would never make you speak before you were ready, and knew that you were one of the few who truly appreciated his ability to remain a quiet, steady force as he navigated the familiar course through town.

The beach wasn’t a place either of you frequented - sun and sand and a preening Hangman didn’t top either of your lists of favorite things - and before being stationed in California, he could count on one hand the number of times he’d stepped foot on one. There wasn’t really much there for either of you but Bob had discovered one thing about the beach that managed to help your anxiety.

Sitting in the sand, cloaked in the soft light of the moon, as you listened to the crashing of waves made it easier for you to catch your breath. Watching the twinkling lights of distant stars, planets, passing planes - sometimes pointing them out, others just watching in silence - brought your heart rate down and stopped the tingling in the tips of your fingers.

Neither of you expected the beach to be the place you found solace but Bob had no intention of questioning something that helped you return to yourself.

Arriving at the beach meant following a familiar routine. Bob parked, grabbed an oversized towel from the backseat floorboard, and spared you a final cursory glance before climbing out to open your door for you.  He guided you, with a hand at the middle of your back - always so respectful, always careful not to dip too low - along the wooden path down to the sand before stopping and helping you remove your shoes.

When you settled in the sand, close enough to the water to feel the occasional spray of sea air but far enough ashore to remain out of reach, he always returned his full attention to you.

Sometimes, Bob asked if you wanted to talk. He never pushed, was never one to swear getting whatever it was off your chest would make you feel better - he knew from experience that it wouldn’t, not always -, but he always offered to listen. However, more often than not, you refused his request with one of your own.

“Can you talk? Doesn’t really matter what you say.”

The words were always spoken softly, nearly lost in the crashing of waves, but this was routine now. It didn’t really matter if he heard the words or not, he could see the request in the curve of your mouth - in the way your eyes glittered with unshed tears as you glanced at him from beneath your lashes.

That request was always followed by an even quieter, “Your voice helps.” While Bob wasn’t known for being the most talkative, he swore he’d spend the rest of his life speaking, just for you.

When you first made that request, he nearly asked you why. His voice wasn’t one people sought out, wasn’t one people cared to pay much attention to. But for some reason, you seemed to find comfort in it - in him - and the thought warmed his heart more than he cared to admit.

Bob never really let himself think too much about any of it, though, not where you were concerned. If he allowed himself that indulgence, he knew it would be glaringly obvious how he felt. There would be no denying just how deep his feelings for you ran, no denying that he’d known about those feelings since that first night at the beach. But most of all, there would be no denying that he was desperate to do anything and everything to make you happy.

There wasn’t a world in which Bob could see you returning his feelings - not just because of your jobs, not just because your lives were so thoroughly intertwined at this point that your inevitable rejection would destroy the effortless working relationship you’d built - so he kept them buried down deep.

It didn’t help to know that he wasn’t the only one who’d found you immediately alluring. Still, he’d witnessed you turn down Fanboy, Rooster, and Hangman in rapid succession - something that dashed any remaining sliver of hope that you could ever want him.

Regardless, the more time he spent with you, the better he got to know you, the deeper his feelings ran. You allowed him to catch glimpses that no one else ever got the privilege of seeing, allowed him a look at the inner workings of your mind. You let your guard down around him, gave him an intimate look at the person behind the bravado you felt necessary to survive in this world, and he was grateful for every glimpse.

As desperate as he sometimes felt to put a little distance between you outside of the cockpit, Bob knew that he couldn’t stand it. Not when he was the one you turned to, not when you seemed to find such comfort in him. So, he did as you asked.

“My grandma called this morning,” he began, voice quiet so as to avoid shattering the peace that surrounded you both. “She said it snowed yesterday and threatened to hang up on me when I told her it’s been seventy-five and sunny here every day.”

From the corner of his eye, Bob could see the ghost of a smile lift the corner of your mouth. A soft exhale, something that resembled quiet laughter, escaped and he began to smile a little himself. You’d had the joy of meeting his grandmother on her last visit - asked about her just as often as she asked about you - and loved to hear stories of her more than anything.

“The neighbor’s cows got into her yard again, trampled what was left of her flowers. Mr. Abbott, down the road, said he’d come fix her fence when the snow clears so it won’t happen again and his wife promised to help replant her flowers so she’s not too upset, I guess.”

Bob held his breath as you shifted closer, rested your head on his shoulder and hummed thoughtfully, but willed his heartbeat to remain steady as he swallowed. “Lizzy’s supposed to have her baby in a few weeks. She told me to tell you thanks for the gift.”

Another soft hum, this one a little more lively than the last, reverberated through his skin as you acknowledged his sister’s gratitude. “Glad she liked it.”

“Think she’s got pretty much everything she could need now. Can barely get in the baby’s room,” he confided, laughing lightly as he glanced out at the still ocean. “Grandma said they’re gonna have to store some stuff at her house, until they need it.”

A brief quiet fell over the pair of you then as you attempted to focus on your breathing while Bob made a conscious effort to keep his hands from shaking as he dusted sand from his palms. This was in no way new. In fact, he should’ve expected it - the quiet, the close proximity, the scent of your shampoo filling his nose as you attempted to gather yourself - but it managed to shock him to his core every single time it happened.

Though a small part of him wanted to linger, to allow you the time to speak when you were ready, he couldn’t help himself as he asked, “What’s on your mind?”

Bob waited patiently as you considered your answer, waited with few expectations as you weighed the words carefully in an attempt to decide just how honest you wanted to be. He expected many things - a lament of how hard you’d all been training, a huff at how difficult Hangman had been, a roll of your eyes as you mentioned your mother’s latest tirade - but he felt a sort of mild surprise when you answered.

“The birdstrike.” He was the person you let in the most, the person you allowed a glimpse beyond your tough facade, but the birdstrike was something neither of you spoke of.

Nearly two weeks had passed since the incident, one that saw you both ejecting in the middle of training - one that left you with a concussion and Bob with a bruised rib - and he’d assumed you were planning to avoid speaking about it. There’d been a tense moment in the hospital, one in which you’d shared a wordless conversation, and that was that.

Really, though, he should’ve known better.

“What about it?” He wasn’t one to press, not really, but he felt the need to ask as you began drawing nonsensical patterns in the sand at your side.

“I… I know it was just a freak accident. It happens. But I was just… I was afraid,” you admitted, voice quiet over the rush of the ocean. “I was afraid of what would happen to us, to you. I didn’t,” you paused then, taking a moment to inhale a shaking breath as you gathered your thoughts. “I didn’t want that to be the end. And I know I should’ve been thinking about something more important in that moment, like my family or the future or something, but the only thing I could think about was the fact that I’m so in love with you and you don’t even notice.”

For a moment, Bob feared the exhaustion he was beginning to feel had caught up with him. There was no way he heard what he thought he did. There was no planet on which you returned his feelings, no timeline in which it made sense for you to love him, too, but the words echoed loud and clear in his ears.

To know that you’d spent that moment thinking of him, wondering if he reciprocated your feelings, simultaneously eased the ache in his chest and sent his heart rate soaring. It was difficult to do much more than blink, to flounder as he searched for something comforting to say, and he ultimately landed on the obvious.

“…you’re in love with me?” The question was high-pitched, edging on hysterical, but Bob couldn’t bring himself to care very much as he tipped his head to glance at you.

There was a faraway look in your eyes as you glanced out at the ocean, a deliberate attempt to keep from meeting his eyes, as you hummed. “Yeah.” It was defeated, quiet, almost resigned as you made a thoughtful noise. “You make it so hard to be anything but in love with you.”

Robert Floyd had been called many things in his lifetime; quiet, odd, difficult. Lovable was never a word he’d encountered. His mouth opened and closed several times in search of the right words to say, something that would adequately portray his own feelings, but all he seemed to be capable of was a disbelieving, “I… no one’s ever said anything like that to me.”

“That’s always so surprising to me,” you revealed, still refusing to glance in his direction, though he was certain you could feel the rapid beat of his heart. “It’s you. It’s been you from the moment we met and I’m starting to think it will always be you. I realized it before then and I know that this is probably a terrible thing, being in love with you when our lives are so intertwined. If you don’t…” You trailed off, pausing for a moment to gather yourself, before you cleared your throat. “If you don’t feel the same, work might be weird. Or if you do and something happens later on, it might ruin what we have. I’ve thought about it for a while, whether I should say something, and after that I just… Maybe I shouldn’t have but I figured you deserved to know.”

Those were fears Bob had, too, reasons he’d kept his own feelings to himself as he realized you’d likely be assigned a new back seater and your time together would be cut in half, but knowing that you felt the same made it difficult for him to continue upholding that line of logic.

There was always a chance that you’d be separated - that you’d be sent in different directions, across the world from one another. To refuse to act on feelings that he now knew you shared out of fear for the unknown no longer seemed like the best course of action.

A thousand thoughts raced through his mind, poetic words that he could share to assure you he felt the same way, but nothing felt right. The only action he felt capable of in that moment was reaching out to cup your cheek. With your head tipped in his direction, eyes half-lidded in exhaustion, he leaned in to press his lips to yours in a soft kiss.

“I’m in love with you, too,” he confessed, voice soft as he pressed his forehead to yours. “I have been for a while. There are a thousand ways this can go wrong,” he acknowledged, “but that doesn’t feel like it matters when you love me, too.”

“Can we worry about the future tomorrow? Right now, I just want to be in love.”

Bob knew that the conversation was one you’d have to have sooner rather than later but he was glad to grant your request. The future was uncertain but one thing he knew now, clear as day, was that his love was not unrequited and that was enough to get through the night.

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Author's Note: I started this ages ago but I finally finished it. Slowly but surely. Maybe I'll finish a few more requests before the end of the year!

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[fyrewalks]

Different as their lives are, or so Bob feels safe in assuming given how he wasn't raised here, appeasing family is universal. Obligation doesn't care for awkward or uncomfortable; her father-in-law, like his grandmother, must care about the spirit of politeness and appearing correct.

"We'll figure it out," he assures Monica. Bob can't outright say yes without talking to his grandmother first, but he can at least give her a hopeful, optimistic answer. "Maybe in the next few weeks." Optimism usually isn't his first choice, though this seems like a good time for it.

"Ah." Bob nods his head slightly. The curiosity is warranted; he's used to people wanting to know what he and his family is up to the rare time he's in town. "Here through the month. Our folks are going to come up for the end of it."

"that's good to hear," monica knew the feeling of the social pressure her parents imposed upon her being more important than her own comfort. that had partially been why monica had invited him, but she had also wanted to get to know bob and thank him for the ride.

she had originally been going to make burgers for dinner, but she thought they ought to have something a little more formal now that they were going to have a guest over. she knew they had materials for a salad and steak dinner that they were going to have the following night. they could change their menu around for a guest.

"next time we'll have to have your grandma over too. my dad would pinch my ear if i didn't extend the invitation to her as well." of course, it was a little presumptuous to assume that bob would want to come back, but that was just how she was raised. "how long are you in town for?" monica asked, knowing he didn't live with his family full time. it was actually one of the few things she knew for sure about the man who'd picked her up.

[purelyfiction]

I see the lights, I hear the band, Feels like the whole world's in our hands, Soakin' it up, breathin' it in, One day we'll say, "Remember when" We were so alive, I swear that night there was magic in the air, You had to be there.

♫ Now playing: You Had to Be There - Megan Moroney (ft. Kenny Chesney)

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outerrange

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anthony bridgerton benedict bridgerton

uncharted franchise

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[thisisyourdriverspeaking]

Well, this took me a lot of online digging & a lot of patience but this is the top songs in the charts/most popular songs for each of the winners of the Indy 500. I hope you guys enjoy the effort 😂

30th May 1911 - Ray Harroun - Arthur Collins - Steamboat Bill

30th May 1912 - Joe Dawson - Enrico Caruso - Dreams Of Long Ago

30th May 1913 - Jules Goux - Harry Lauder - It's Nicer To Be In Bed

30th May 1914 - Rene Thomas - Heidelberg Quintet - By The Beautiful Sea

31st May 1915 - Ralph DePalma - Alma Gluck - Carry Me Back To Old Viginity

30th May 1916 - Dario Resta - John McCormack - The Sunshine Of Your Smile

31st May 1919 - Howdy Wilcox - Henry Burr & Albert Campbell - i'm Forever Blowing Bubbles

31st May 1920 - Gaston Chevrolet - Al Jolson - Swanee

30th May 1921 - Tommy Milton - Marion Harris - Look For The Silver Lining

30th May 1922 - Jimmy Murphy - Al Jolson - Angel Child

30th May 1923 - Tommy Milton - Carl Fenton - Love Sends A Little Gift Of Roses

30th May 1924 - Lora L Corum & Joe Boyer - Al Jolson - California Here I Come

30th May 1925 - Pete DePaolo - Ted Lewis - O! Katharina

31st May 1926 - Frank Lockhart - Gene Austin - Five Foot Two, Eyes Of Blue

30th May 1927 - George Soulders - Ben Bernie - Ain't She Sweet?

30th May 1928 - Louis Meyer - Gene Austin - Ramona

30th May 1929 - Ray Keech - Rudy Vallee - Honey

30th May 1930 - Billy Arnold - Rudy Vallee - Stein Song (University Of Maine)

30th May 1931 - Louis Schneider - Bing Crosby - Out Of Nowhere

30th May 1932 - Fred Frame - Louis Armstrong - All Of Me

30th May 1933 - Louis Meyer - Leo Reisman ft Harold Arlen - Stormy Weather

30th May 1934 - Bill Cummings - Duke Ellington - Cocktails For Two

30th May 1935 - Kelly Petillo - Guy Lombardo - What's The Reason (I'm Not Pleasin' You)

30th May 1936 - Louis Meyer - Benny Goodman - The Glory Of Love

31st May 1937 - Wilbur Shaw - Teddy Wilson ft Billie Holiday - Carelessly

30th May 1938 - Floyd Roberts - Shep Fields - Cathedral In The Pines

30th May 1939 - Wilbur Shaw - Benny Goodman - And The Angels Sing

30th May 1940 - Wilbur Shaw - Bing Crosby - If I Had My Way

30th May 1941 - Floyd David & Mauri Rose - Deanna Durbin - Waltzing In The Clouds

30th May 1946 - George Robson - Denny Dennis & The Skyrockets - Mary Lou

30th May 1947 - Mauri Rose - Bing Crosby - Among My Souvenirs

31st May 1948 - Mauri Rose - Bing Crosby - Galway Bay

30th May 1949 - Bill Holland - Burl Ives - Lavender Blue

30th May 1950 - Johnnie Parsons - Billy Eckstine - My Foolish Heart

30th May 1951 - Lee Wallard - Les Paul & Mary Ford - Mockin' Bird Hill

30th May 1952 - Troy Ruttman - Jo Stafford - A-Round The Corner

30th May 1953 - Bill Vukovich - Frankie Laine - I Believe

31st May 1954 - Bill Vukovich - Doris Day - Secret Love

30th May 1955 - Bob Sweikert - Eddie Calvert - Cherry Pink And Apple Blossom White

30th May 1956 - Pat Flaherty - Ronnie Hilton - No Other Love

30th May 1957 - Sam Hanks - Andy Williams - Butterfly

30th May 1958 - Jimmy Bryan - Connie Francis - Who's Sorry Now

30th May 1959 - Rodger Ward - Elvis Presley - A Fool Such As I

30th May 1960 - Jim Rathmann - The Everly Brothers - Cathy's Clown

30th May 1961 - AJ Foyt - Temperance Seven - You're Driving Me Crazy

30th May 1962 - Rodger Ward - Elvis Presley - Good Luck Charm

30th May 1963 - Parnelli Jones - The Beatles - From Me To You

30th May 1964 - AJ Foyt - Cilla Black - You're My World

31st May 1965 - Jim Clark - Sandie Shaw - Long Live Love

30th May 1966 - Graham Hill - The Rolling Stones - Paint It Black

31st May 1967 - AJ Foyt - The Tremeloes - Silence Is Golden

30th May 1968 - Bobby Unser - Union Gap - Young Girl

30th May 1969 - Mario Andretti - The Beatles with Billy Preston - Get Back

30th May 1970 - Al Unser - England World Cup Squad - Back Home

29th May 1971 - Al Unser - Dawn - Knock Three Times

27th May 1972 - Mark Donohue - T.Rex - Metal Guru

30th May 1973 - Gordon Johncock - Wizzard - See My Baby Jive

26th May 1974 - Johnny Rutherford - Rubettes - Sugar Baby Love

25th May 1975 - Bobby Unser - Tammy Wynette - Stand By Your Man

30th May 1976 - Johnny Rutherford - J.J Barrie - No Charge

29th May 1977 - A.J Foyt - Rod Stewart - I Don't Want To Talk About It

28th May 1978 - Al Unser - Boney M - Rivers Of Babylon

27th May 1979 - Rick Mears - Blondie - Sunday Girl

25th May 1980 - Johnny Rutherford - Hot Chocolate - No Doubt About It

24th May 1981 - Bobby Unser - Adam & The Ants - Stand & Deliver

30th May 1982 - Gordon Johncock - Madness - House of Fun

29th May 1983 - Tom Sneva - The Police - Every Breath You Take

27th May 1984 - Rick Mears - Wham! - Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

26th May 1985 - Danny Sullivan - Paul Hardcastle - 19

31st May 1986 - Bobby Rahal - Peter Gabriel - Sledgehammer

24th May 1987 - Al Unser - Starship - Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now

29th May 1988 - Rick Mears - Wet Wet Wet - With A Little Help From My Friends

28th May 1989 - Emerson Fittipaldi - Gerry Marsden, Paul McCartney, Holly Johnson & The Christians - Ferry Cross The Mersey

27th May 1990 - Arie Luyendyk - Adamski - Killer

26th May 1991 - Rick Mears - Cher - The Shoop Shoop Song

24th May 1992 - Al Unser JR - KWS - Please Don't Go

30th May 1993 - Emerson Fittipaldi - Ace Of Base - All That She Wants

29th May 1994 - Al Unser JR - Wet Wet Wet - Love Is All Around

28th May 1995 - Jacques Villeneuve - Robson & Jerome - Unchained Melody

26th May 1996 - Buddy Lazier - Buddiel, Skinner & Lightning Seed - Three Lions

27th May 1997 - Arie Luyendyk - Eternal ft Bebe Winans - I Wanna Be The Only One

24th May 1998 - Eddie Cheever - Tamperer ft Maya - Feel It

30th May 1999 - Kenny Brack - Shanks & Bigfoot - Sweet Like Chocolate

28th May 2000 - Juan Pablo Montoya - Sonique - It Feels So Good

27th May 2001 - Helio Castroneves - DJ Pied Piper - Do You Really Like It?

26th May 2002 - Helio Castroneves - Eminem - Without Me

25th May 2003 - Gil De Ferran - Justin Timberlake - Rock Your Body

30th May 2004 - Buddy Rice - Frankee - F.U.R.B (F U Right Back)

29th May 2005 - Dan Wheldon - Akon - Lonely

28th May 2006 - Sam Hornish JR - Gnarls Barkley - Crazy

27th May 2007 - Dario Franchitti - Rihanna ft Jay-Z - Umbrella

25th May 2008 - Scott Dixon - Rihanna - Take A Bow

24th May 2009 - Helio Castroneves - Dizzee Rascal & Van Helden - Bonkers

30th May 2010 - Dario Franchitti - Dizzee Rascal - Dirtee Disco

29th May 2011 - Dan Wheldon - Pitbull ft Ne-Yo, Afrojack & Nayer - Give Me Everything

27th May 2012 - Dario Franchitti - Fun ft Janelle Monae - We Are Young

26th May 2013 - Tony Kanaan - Naughty Boy ft Sam Smith - La La La

25th May 2014 - Ryan Hunter-Reay - Sam Smith - Stay With Me

24th May 2015 - Juan Pablo Montoya - OMI - Cheerleader (Felix Jaehn Remix)

29th May 2016 - Alexander Rossi - Drake ft Wizkid & Kyla - One Dance

28th May 2017 - Takuma Sato - Luis Fonsi, Daddy Yankee & Justin Bieber - Despacito

27th May 2018 - Will Power - Calvin Harris & Dua Lipa - One Kiss

26th May 2019 - Simon Pagenaud - Ed Sheeran & Justin Bieber - I Don't Care

23rd August 2020 - Takuma Sato - Joel Corry ft MNEK - Head & Heart

30th May 2021 - Helio Castroneves - Olivia Rodrigo - Good 4 U

29th May 2022 - Marcus Ericsson - Harry Styles - As It Was

28th May 2023 - Josef Newgarden - Calvin Harris & Ellie Goulding - Miracle

26th May 2024 - Josef Newgarden - Sabrina Carpenter - Espresso

And yes, this wouldn't be a post from me if I didn't create a playlist 😂

[ometochtli2rabbit]

MAYA:

13.0.12.10.12

kalajun[12] EB|EE [road] - lajun [10] ZIP

galactic tone: understanding/ complex stability

sun sign: ROAD| mountain lion/yellow or blue/south

do some community service

NAHUA:

mahtlactli- omome [12] - MALINALLI [grass]

Tlahuizcalpantecuhtli | Patecatl

quetzaltotolin[quetzal]

lord of the night" Piltzintecuhtli

trecena[12]: Tonacatecuhtli

x: chicunahui[9]- ochpaniztli

"Travellers on a Mountain Path at Night", Hiroshige, unknown date.

"The Path", Erin Hanson, 2014.

Personality and Destiny:

Travelers, very organized, nice, hard working, opportunistic, and intuitive. Love "the hunt" but also home. Protectors and pathfinders. They see into the future by thinking ahead and foreseeing the obstacles. A good, long, healthy life.

www.mayan-calendar.com

To honor those born on this day who are pathfinders, here are songs that mention PATH:

Yeah Yeah Yeahs: These Paths

Lorde: The Path

Gloria Estefan: Path of the Right Love

Sleater-Kinney: Path of Wellness

Green Day: Whatsername

GZA: Path of Destruction

The Human League: Path of Least Resistance

Petula Clark: On the Path of Glory

Neil Young: No Hidden Path

Patsy Cline: Dear God

Taylor Swift: Treacherous

George Strait: Run

The Chemical Brothers ft. The Flaming Lips: The Golden Path

Ariana Grande: Safety Net

Phil Collins: No Way Out

Blonde Redhead: Signs Along the Path

Korn: Did My Time & Burn the Obedient

Twenty-One Pilots: Drag Path (Devil's Eyes)

Dream Theater: The Path That Divides

Sia: Dressed in Black

Pearl Jam: Dissident & Unthought Known & Again Today

The Claypool Lennon Delerium: South of Reality (Path of Totality)

Marilyn Manson: Overneath the Path of Misery

Alice Cooper: Apple Bush

Aphex Twin: Schottkey 7th Path

Beyonce: Smash Into You

Little River Band: So Many Paths

Patti Smith: Paths That Cross

Merle Haggard: Our Paths May Never Cross

Bob Dylan: Paths of Victory & Mother of Muses

Alice in Chains: Nutshell

Willie Nelson: Everywhere I Go

Elton John: Circle of Life

Michael Jackson: History

Paul Simon: Under African Skies

Pete Seeger: Paths of Victory

Slick Rick: Children's Story

Faith No More: Paths of Glory

Fleetwood Mac: Seven Wonders & Destiny Rules & Gold Dust Woman

N.W.A.: F*ck tha Police

Queen: Nevermore

Creedence Clearwater Revival: Tombstone Shadow

Nat King Cole: To the Ends of the Earth

Slash ft. Myles Kennedy and the Conspirators: The Path Less Followed

Dolly Parton: Love is Only as Strong (as Your Weakest Moment)

Metallica: Hell and Back

Pink Floyd: Cymbaline & Brain Damage

Led Zeppelin: No Quarter & Stairway to Heaven & Going to California

The Kinks: Good Luck Charm

Lana Del Rey: Margaret

Cypress Hill: Make a Move