#larry and the blue notes

[bestfrozentreats2]

[thephilosopheroftheboudoir]

Larry and The Blue Notes

Night Of the Sadist

[larrylimericks]

12Jul24

Three hundred and fifty-six days Since last we saw Harry on stage, But tonight a duet! For Ms. Nicks’ Hyde Park set, And a Songbird who’s now flown away.

[fountainpenguin]

The fact that Chloe and Foop are both friends and pathological liars is still SO funny to me... Foop admits he's one (after apparently lying to claim he's not, so who knows) in "Two and a Half Babies," but what is UP with Chloe...

She straight-up lies to us and authority figures about things that are blatantly untrue, like biking to Fiji, claiming she's a vegetarian despite eating meat when her parents aren't around, or completing a course of study that she acknowledges takes years in 2 seconds while on a diving board. We were literally there. Why did she even say that.

She also just ?? commits crimes?? Fraud, implied insider trading, multiple B&E cases, whatever you call sneaking into Fairy Con without a ticket, theft, property damage, whatever nailing Crocker's bed to the ceiling counts as... on top of blatantly sabotaging people and pushing Timmy to disobey Cosmo and Wanda.

Her canon fate if she didn't get assigned godparents is joining a gang and becoming a supervillain. Fascinating...

Literally Chloe after wishing to be an adult: I'm a parent, and I get to do what I want!! /slams the gas pedal and plows into 2 separate fences and a bunch of garbage cans with 3 kids in her back seat

She also just ?? went into a dark and creepy alley with three children she was responsible for? And drove directly into the wall of her own house and happily stepped out of her car? Why is she like that.

[couldtheycatchkira]

[dells-hells]

regarding the previous post i made

[snappyssongbook]

A Year Of Songs #55: “The Hereafter” by Larry Young

This moody, modal excursion is a far cry from the standard organ jazz combo fare in 1969, a niche made popular by Jimmy Smith, Jack McDuff and others adept at tapping into the soul and pop audiences of the day. While other tracks on Larry Young’s Heaven On Earth cater to this casual market, “The Hereafter” showcases what made Young appeal to Miles Davis, Jimi Hendrix, and Tony Williams. 

At nearly 9-minutes (and drifting into a fade-out that suggests more was left on the studio floor), the track features some of George Benson’s loosest, most angular work during a period he too was settling into a populist blueprint. Benson is matched in his curvy invention by saxophonist Herbert Morgan and avant-garde staple flautist Byard Lancaster, while future Dexter Gordon Quartet drummer Eddie Gladden provides steady yet conversational rhythm. 

Both as a composer for and player of the Hammond B-3 organ, Young stretched boundaries. “The Hereafter” presents an appealing example of Young at his best including his ability to prompt interesting work from his collaborators. 

[goatpalacezine]

Jackie McLean: Destination Out!

Jazz is a happy thing and there are a lot of musicians around waiting to give a little happiness to a world filled with so much unrest. Jackie McLean“Destination Out!” (Blue Note Records, 1964/2022)

[rastronomicals]

3:36 PM EST March 2, 2024:

Larry & the Blue Notes - "In And Out" From the Compilation album   Teenage Shutdown Volume 10: The World Ain't Round, It's Square! (December 29, 1998)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

From the semi-notorious series of compilations chronicling 60's garage.

"Pounding" Garage Rock From Fort Worth, Texas and 1966

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[bestfrozentreats2]

Teen A Go Go Trailer

“Trailer for feature length documentary on 1960's original teen garage rock bands and the teen scenes surrounding them.  Film Focuses in one teen scene based in the Fort Worth/ Dallas area. Feature length film is over an hour long and features vintage footage & original music from the 1960's.  Appearances by: The Elite, Larry & The Blue Notes, The Cynics, The Barrons, The Nova's and more.  Interviews with Lenny Kaye, Billy Miller of Norton Records, Johnny Nitzinger, King Coffey, Joe Nick Patoski, Bobby Wygant, & Ron Chapman.”

[aviradasa]

Hello! Hope you’re doing great? I saw you wanted some Sally face request…

Can we have some Sally face characters (Sal, Larry, Ash?) x reader make out headcanons ? 🥹 I think I’ll fall down on my knees for some Sal x reader or Larry x reader make out sessions 😭 thank u

AHH, thank you!! Would love to write this! Sorry if it's a bit short, especially towards the end.I was just really excited to post this. It's not my best work, but that just means there's room for more improvement! I hope you enjoy it anyway

Sal,Larry,ash Makeout Hc.

Sal/Larry/ash x reader (seprately)

{All characters are 18+}

{Warnings: some swearing, some sexual content}

Masterlist

Sal:

So, as an adult sal, I feel it is a bit less awkward and more Idgaf about dumb shit

So I feel like if you're close enough with him to not only be seeing his face and dating him, then he's pretty chill when making out. Unless you catch him off guard 😉

Normally, your guy's makeouts start pretty regular

Like you'll just be sitting together in your guys' room at the house watching a movie or listening to him playing guitar while you fuck around on the gearboy

Going with the latter, you'll be sneaking glances of him while he's just jamming out while trying to learn a song.

He just looks so relaxed and pretty even with his scars as his fingers move across the strings. His prosthetic is off, and sitting on the dresser and his fake eye is out and sitting in its cup, his blue hair is down and covers his face a bit casting shadows

Before you know it, you're not just sneaking glances. you're just full-on staring at him

And he knows. He lowkey finds it funny. Because with him, he doesn't try. He's not gonna try and get you flustered. It just happens and he's aware of it

He looks at you still playing, and he smiles at you. Just for a moment before looking back down at his guitar. And at that point, you're done.

You set down the gear boy without a word creeping towards him silently. He sees you but keeps trying to figure out the riff in the song just right

You creep up to his side, careful not to knock the neck of the guitar as you wrap your arms around his neck lazily.

"It sounds really good, baby. I think you almost got it." You compliment resting your chin on his shoulder

"Thanks, I think I've got it down pretty good. I just gotta get better with the timing. I'm holding the notes too long." He says before leaning forward to set the instrument against the dresser.

In a couple seconds, you find yourself weasling your way into his lap.

He holds you gently but firmly in place with one hand on your hip and the other on the back of your head tangled sweetly in your hair.

He's not really grabby. Of course, his hands will roam a bit, but he's more of a hold you in place, so you don't wanna go anywhere, guy.

Anyways

Even with his scarred lips, he's a good kisser. Very attentive. He knows what you're feeling and your intentions just by how you're kissing him, where your hands are,how hard you're gripping at him. He just gets it

Making out with him is full of emotion. Like, have you ever kissed someone, and you're just like I wanna write poetry about the feeling I have right now, but I don't have the words to even describe it

That's how kissing him/making out with him feels. And you can't help but grip onto him.

He can go on like this for ages.its not gonna get boring.

He will just lean back against the wall and prop his legs up so when you pull back, your face is above his.

He says he does that cause he likes pulling away to look into the eyes of the beauty before him.

Ok, he's a bit corny, but we love him

Also, his hands are pretty rough, I think, especially his fingertips. They are really calloused from playing guitar, and he might have some cuts and scrapes from messing around on the 5th floor of the apartments when he's told to go over there cause of Larry.

But anyways lol

Overall, he is amazing. An amazing partner and an amazing Makeout partner.hes just really chill, and it's honestly up to you a lot of the time if it leads to anything.lol

Unless you somehow find a way to make him jealous, and that extremely difficult to pull off 😉

Larry:

Larry is a rougher guy. Don't get me wrong, he's a sweetie, but he's really enthusiastic, and he's got a lot of energy

To be honest, making out is like his favorite pastime when yall are alone.

He just loves the feel of you being all up on him,and he's addicted to the taste of your lips.

Though he's not attentive as Sal, he's still a good kisser. Like I said, he's just rough cause he can't seem to get enough.

You guys will just be chilling in his room after the group leaves, and he'll just becken you over to him with a questioning grin, which you know what that means. If you don't come up to him he's not gonna force you.

Consent king. But honestly that can be said for all of them

There's really nothing emotional about it he's gripping, and he is grabbing. His hands will roam your body. So he likes to make out while laying down.

Couch,bed,floor, as long as he has access to everything. Like not necessarily always in a dirty way, he just likes the feeling of touching you.

Like he just loves it, feeling your body on/next to him is his favorite thing

Also His lips are chapped as hell, but that does not stop you guys.

And he does not just keep his lips on yours. Absolutely not. Making out with him is a dangerous game if you have any of the following

Stric parents (like if you have not moved out yet or if you are going to visit them), a job , a college life.

Cause he be leaving hickies. Like I'm talking big as purple hickeys. And they will be everywhere. It's like, are you dating a god damn vampire? It's not even bites, either it's just hickeys.

From your neck down to your fucking thighs just bruises

Ash once pulled you aside and asked if everything was OK cause she thought that the marks where from him beating on you instead of kissing you.

W ash, by the way, everyone needs a friend like her who will check up on you

But he just is a little rough. You love it, tho. But he will tone it down if you want him to.

Like shit you had a bad day? Come over here, lay down,relax, and he will slow down and pamper you with words and slow kisses.

What a sweetheart, and He's just happy to have you close to him.

Overall, he's more of a physical guy, so of course, the makeouts hold more of a physical value, which is alright! He loves you and that's just his way of showing it

Ash:

Ash is actually amazing at makeouts. She knows you entirely. Better than you know yourself sometimes

With her, you get everything. You want it to be a rougher Makeout.

Bet

Girls got you. She'll be all up on you kissing,grabbing,tugging,loving (always) she'll have you however you want.

She will do it all to satisfy, and you would do the same for her.

You want it soft bet, she's cuddling you while you guys lips move with each other while a movie plays in the background.

Making out with her is so calming to.

You could have had the most stressful days at work, and when you come home, she'll immediately be asking what's up noticing you're off.

It would probably be later she would mostly be ready for the evening in pajamas just chilling,and upon your response, she's giving you a hug and leading you into you guys room to talk.

After unloading your troubles, she'll just fuckin hold you and eventually it just turns into a lazy lil Makeout.

It's not much, but it feels so loving, and all your pain and troubles from the day feel like they are just melting away cause of her lips.

She takes care of herself as well, so her lips are pretty soft.

Along with her skin. Her hands are a bit calloused due to her constantly doing art projects and working on her motorcycle.

But it's kind of a nice contrast.

She does have wondering hands, but unlike Larry, she's not a grabber she's a feeler.

Her hands wonder in a calming yet attractive way, mostly across your arms and back, maybe over your thigh a but.

I guess she's a more sensual Makeout partner. But she's just overall amazing with it.

You always feel safe in her arms, and even better is that she's really good at makeouts without making them sexual.

Like a lot of the time, makeouts seem heavily sexual even when they aren't supposed to be, but with her, it's not sexual unless you both want it to be.

And you're grateful for it cause sometimes you just wanna be able to love on your partner without it being sexual and that's fine. She loves it to

She's just an amazing person and an amazing partner who knows you well and what you want as well as knowing herself and it shows.

[seraphicloves]

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

⊱✿⊰ summary: he isn't yours so why do you get so jealous?

⊱✿⊰ warnings: jealously, you're possessive but sal likes it, he doesn't believe anyone would love him :( cringy confession; reader is a dork i fear (she is me)

⊱✿⊰ notes: i heard this song and had this daydream and was like dang this would be a fire fanfic so here we are. ALSO WHERE ARE ALL THE SALLY FACE FANS LIKE I WRITE FOR IT GUYS NOTICE ME ahem anyway

⊱✿⊰ taglist: @fashionablysouly @kozumesphone

You had a secret: you were excruciatingly and agonizingly in love with your best friend, Sal Fisher. Okay so maybe it wasn't a secret to anyone except for Sal himself but it was still something you would rather die before Sal found out. He definitely didn't see you that way and he would probably reject you immediately if he found out. So it was safer to just not say anything.

He didn't need to know about the nights spent screaming into your pillow or crying in Ashley's arms over how sickeningly giddy his voice made you. He didn't need to know how easily he made your heart beat like you ran a marathon or how easily he made you feel like your head was in the clouds.

However that led to dilemmas such as the one you found yourself in currently. You were probably the most aware of Sal'a attractive but unfortunately, you were not the only one to notice it. So it was common as was happening right then, to find a girl start talking his ear off obviously trying to flirt with him.

"You're so funny, Sallyy," The girl giggled, sitting across from Sal at the cafeteria table. You tried to stop your glare from settling into your face but it was far too late, jealousy was disease that affected you quickly and viciously.

She was beautiful with tanned skin and soft lips, she was perfect and far more in the league of someone as incredible of Sal. But no, she doesn't deserve Sal. She doesn't know him like you do, she doesn't ache in her bones at the thought of being near him. She can't have him.

"You might as well leave." Larry commented to her, seeming far to amused as he glanced at you. You felt self conscious and tried to relax your face from the deadly look you had been casting on that girl. He continued, "[Name] is far too jealous to let you stay for much longer."

Murder should be legal, you quickly decided as you shot a look at Larry that made him well aware he would not be living for much longer. Why the hell would he say that? In front of Sal too?

Did he want you to die of heartbreak? Surely Larry fucking Johnson was praying on your downfall because there is no other logical reason for him to have done that. Unless he has a death wish.

"[Name] isn't dating Sal. Isn't that right, honey?" The girl replied, placing her hand over top Sal'`. That was when you snapped; how dare she touch Sal?

Before you could fully process thinking you grabbed her wrist and yanked it away from Sal. You looked at her, trying to cool the inferno of anger in your gaze as you said, "That boy is mine. Touch him again and I break all of your bones."

The girl let out a whimper and quickly rushed away, leaving a majority of the lunch room's eyes on you. You sunk into your seat, far too afraid to glance at the blue haired boy beside you. You were beyond embarrassed by your possessiveness, who were you to say he was yours?

Larry and Ashley were absolutely cackling, way too amused to see this side of you publicly outed to the boy you loved with your entire soul. Sal turned to look at you, his prosthetic hiding any hint of emotion you could have gotten.

"I'm yours?" He asked, his voice making your tummy rumble and roll. Even his voice was attractive, it physically wasn't fair to exist beside him and not have him to kiss and hold.

"Have you really not noticed, Sally?" Ashley asked, nudging you on the shoulder. You bit the inside of your cheek, preferring none of this to happen. Why did your feelings have to come out this way?

Sal made a confused noise but you grabbed his arm, and said, "Can I talk to you alone?" He nodded and let you lead him away from the lingering stares, into the hallway which was far more empty.

"What's up with you?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. You felt his gaze on your face, making it warm even more. Although that didn't seem quite possible with how feverish every inch of your skin felt. You looked down at your shoes, trying to stall the confession.

"I don't want you dating anyone." You said finally, jealously arising yet again as you remember that girl flirting with Sal. He let out a huff of confusion, his eyes still directly on you. Crap, you had to explain more.

"Seeing those girls flirt with you or hearing them make those vile comments about the things they want to do to you. It makes me so angry, it isn't fair. I don't want you dating anyone except for me. I want you to be my boyfriend." You ranted, feeling your blood boil as you remember all the times you had gotten jealous.

When Sal froze, you realized what you said. Oh no no no, he is going to reject you and never talk to you again. If only there was a self destruct button on your body you could press in this moment.

He kept staring at you, making you wish you could see beneath his mask to have a guess at how he was feeling. How disgusted he might be at your ridiculous feelings for him.

"why do you like....me?" He finally asked, sounding shocked that you could have feelings for him. Your gaze shot back up to meet his, and you saw the surprise (and dare you say, happiness?) in his eye.

"Why wouldn't I like you, Sal? You're so amazing and god I love you so much I think I've gone insane." You replied, feeling almost breathless with this string of honesty. His body finally relaxed and you could almost sense the smile beneath his mask.

"I love you too, [Name.]" Sal replies quietly, "Can I be your boyfriend?"

You felt your lips part with surprise, not believing your ears. Sal must have noticed your shock because he laughed and leaned closer, interlacing your hand with his deliciously cold fingers.

"Yes, you can be my boyfriend." You said, rambling slightly. You must've been injected with a dose of caffeine because you kissed his mask right where his lips lay under. Then you ran away, giggling like a lunatic. You stopped in a hallway, feeling flushed and faint and giddy and ridiculous.

Finally that boy truly was yours.

[blouisparadise]

Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of March. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Coursing Through My Veins | Not Rated | 1,549 words

Louis had a goal, he was so close, so very close to achieving it but somehow he'd fail miserably every single time. But this time, he wasn't failing, he wouldn't allow it. This time, he would call a professional to do the dirty work. Harry Styles was the man for the job at hand. Tall, charming, cold and reserved but one of the most notorious hitman in New York City. But what would happen if upon meeting the man who was supposed to kill him, Louis feels this impossible pull towards him. Would Louis still feel those urges? Would he let Harry in? in the process having to break free from this self-destructive loop. And would Harry still proceed with the plan? despite falling for the empty blue ocean blue eyes with no will to live.

2) Smells Like Heaven, Feels Like Luxury | General Audiences | 1,738 words

And that’s when Harry froze. So did Louis. The nest was obvious—there was no way to pretend it was anything else. Piles of soft fabric arranged just so, the careful layering of scents, the sheer amount of Harry’s clothes mixed in with Louis’s own. The way it had been perfectly nestled in the corner of the room, near the balcony door where he could smoke from the comfort of his delicately crafted nest. He was aware that Harry wasn’t dumb- Harry most definitely knew he was looking at a nest, and one that smelt of him too. Oh, Louis is so fucked.

3) Looking After Lou | Not Rated | 2,035 words

Louis is tired and sore, so Harry runs him a nice hot bath, hoping that it’ll soothe Louis’s aching bones as he’s carrying their child.

4) Surprisingly Hairy: A Cautionary Tale in Five Unfortunate Flashbacks | Explicit | 3,469 words

Harry and Louis have been together for years. They’re also completely incapable of keeping it in their pants. Over the years, every member of One Direction has accidentally walked in on something they can never unsee—and today, Niall’s about to become the final casualty. What starts with a green room incident ends in group-wide trauma, five flashbacks, and the sudden revelation that one of them might be surprisingly hairy.

5) Delta-8 Eclairs And French Homework | Explicit| 3,494 words

“Take those off, I want to try something.” He tells him. Louis moves a bit to take his bottoms off. He wasn’t sure if he wanted him completely naked but the high is setting in and he feels too good. Harry walked off to the kitchen. When he came back, the sight he walked in on nearly sent him to see God. Spread out, wet and needy, lay his beautiful boyfriend. His eyes are closed and his lips are parted slightly. He has one hand on his cunt dragging a slow middle finger through the folds and over the slick-dripping- pink hole. He drags his finger up and over the tip of his swollen and twitchy clit. He slowly rubs a circle over the tip and pulls away. Harry practically drools when he sees the shiny string of his crystal clear arousal fall from his finger. His other hand is sliding up and down his body causing goosebumps to litter his skin and his nipples to poke out as they get harder. “Ohhh fuck…baby boy your gonna kill me.”

6) Taste On Your Tongue | Explicit | 5,346 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users. 

“You didn’t get a taste when you walked in,” Louis said, seductively and reached out his hand to the guy. His green eyes stared at the hand in front of him, while the other nine guys gasped. That taste was one everyone wanted and the new one would get to have it. Or the one where Louis works in a club where forks comes to taste cakes and Harry gets to taste him.

7) His Attention - Larry Version | Explicit | 5,411 words

Note: This fic has TL mentions. Please remember to check tags for any trigger warnings.

His buttons are loosened and it’s a really hot night. Harry turns his radio off and swipes his sweating forehead with a shaky hand. Harry works in a rough neighborhood that is common for sex workers and night clubs. Tonight the streets are busy with people making out and even giving blowjobs in the park, but Harry’s siren is off because he’s off duty. He really couldn’t care less about the crazy happenings right now. It’s not until he sees him, walking out of a club joint in hand, hanging on the waist of yet another bloke that Harry begins to fume. He may not be working, but he’s not going to let Louis get away with this.

8) Cops and Robbers | Mature | 7,684 words

Harry just got a promotion. His co-workers take home out drinking to celebrate, and bring the party to their lake house, not wanting the night to end. When they decide to order some strippers, Harry finds himself attracted to the sexy cop. The stripper notices Harry’s curiosity, and invites him to meet him in the bathroom. Will Harry allow Louis to help him tap into a part of himself that he didn’t know existed? Is Louis expecting anything in return?

9) The Devil in Disguise | Explicit | 8,276 words

There he was again. Their eyes met. Harry stiffened, mid-sip, as he caught the gaze lingering on him. A slow, sinking feeling settled in his stomach. The man in the navy mask wasn’t just looking at him—he was studying him, analyzing him, the way you do when something doesn’t quite make sense.

10) Look At Me | Explicit | 9,331 words

But Harry only laughed. A low, easy chuckle that made her toes curl. “I’m not creeped out by it, Lou. I really don’t mind at all.” Her mind instantly flashed back to the look in his eyes when he’d walked in. The way he had stared. The heat in his gaze. The way the sight of him watching had only made her orgasm more intense. Testing the waters, she feigned nonchalance, casually leaning against the kitchen table. “So… if it happened again, you wouldn’t mind?” Or, the one where Louis is in love with her roommate, Harry, but he’s gay. But when Harry walks in on her touching herself, she can’t help but get off on the idea of him watching her. Little does she know Harry might be not as gay as she thought.

11) The Scent of Destiny | Not Rated | 16,834 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users. 

At the age of 23, Louis is suddenly presented as an Omega 10 years too late. He has no idea why, but the doctor tells him that it can happen because of intimacy with an Alpha. He doesn't hear the rest of the explanation because he's furious. He just shared a stupid drunken kiss with his bandmate Harry. This is all his fault!

12) Zero Days | Explicit | 36,343 words

“We should have a counter,” Harry joked as he got up. “We can write it on the fridge. It’s zero days for me.” Harry took a pen, writing it on a whiteboard he had fastened on the fridge. “It’s zero here too,” Louis said, while he filled the kettle. Harry turned to look at him. “Just because you don’t feel it against your ass in the morning, doesn’t mean I don’t have it.” Or, Louis gets thrown out, Harry offers him a place, and Zayn is not happy…

13) He’s The Alpha | Explicit | 37,490 words

She’s the Man AU where Louis is an omega who pretends to be his alpha brother to prove omegas belong on the soccer field just as much as anyone else but his hot alpha roommate threatens to compromise everything.

14) Unravelled, Unbroken | Explicit | 48,677 words

Five years ago, Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles shattered expectations, defied the odds, and proved that a fated mate bond didn’t have to define them—it could be theirs to shape. Now, with their bond stronger than ever and a future they built together, life should be simple. But nothing about being bonded, in love, and in the public eye has ever been simple. When a scandal threatens everything they’ve worked for, Louis and Harry are forced to navigate a world that still doesn’t know how to handle an Omega who won’t back down and an Alpha who refuses to play by the rules. With their relationship under scrutiny and their future on uncertain ground, they must decide—how far will they go to protect what they’ve built? But just as the world tries to break them apart, fate delivers an unexpected twist—one that changes everything. A story of loyalty, defiance, and the undeniable pull of fate.

15) These Healing Hands of Mine | Explicit | 59,269 words

Note: Please remember to check tags for any trigger warnings.

Louis has a unique talent. He can heal people's injuries. But it comes with a price. He takes on the pain that the person he is healing is feeling. Most don't realise that though. Because of his gift Louis feels obligated to help as many people as he can often disregarding his own pain. The only person he can't heal is himself. His life is miserable. Until Harry comes and somehow makes his life much more tolerable.

16) Your Love Is Rain, My Heart The Flower | Explicit | 68,184 words

It had been six years. Six years since Harry had left a heavily pregnant Louis and never looked back. Six years of thinking he would never have to face the consequences of that decision. His best friend’s wedding was the last place he expected to be reunited with his ex and their pup.

17) Keep It Sweet In Your Memory (My Sunflower) | Not Rated | 105,402 words

Louis hasn’t been home in two years. Not since the night everything fell apart. Not since their break up. Not since he left Harry behind. But now, Anne is getting married, and there’s no avoiding it. No ignoring the way his chest tightens at the thought of seeing him again. Harry, with his green eyes that always knew too much. Harry, who never chased after him when he packed his bags. Harry, who once swore they’d have forever.

18) I Believe In Magic | Explicit | 115,265 words

Harry is the Crown Prince and the future king of Camelot. His sworn duty is to protect his kingdom from outside threats, especially from the dangers of magic. Louis is his best friend and, technically, his servant. And he has a secret.

19) High School Love | Mature | 135,381 words

Louis, the newest transfer student, hopes for a fresh start after facing bullying at his previous schools. On his first day, he's seated with Harry and his two best friends, Zayn and Liam. Louis and Harry quickly become close friends and start spending a lot of time together. Could feelings blossom between them? After all he's endured, Louis remains hesitant. Louis, a shy teen recently outed, finds love and appreciation in Harry, who is also navigating his own sexuality.

20) The Exceptionals | Explicit | 140,806 words

It's 1984. First impressions may be misleading, but that doesn’t stop Louis from wanting to know about the notorious boy with absent eyes and a mocking smile who is purposefully trying to ruin his life.

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[cassi0pei4]

A few thoughts on The Gilded Age trailer

Putting it below a cut for images and also vague spoiler-y thoughts on the Season 3 trailer. Let's all speculate wildly to stay sane.

We know that George is in Arizona for (most? all of?) episode 1 and that Bertha has Gladys' portrait painted to prepare for the Duke's re-arrival in New York. It seems very likely that Ep 1 is winter of 1883, as evidenced by the snow ball fight promo images and the one of Marian in a fur-lined jacket.

Here's my guess at an episode 2 sequence with the "set your mind to it" and "children's marriage" lines from George. I'm guessing George comes back from Arizona in time for the Duke's arrival and this is the welcome back dinner, with George at the end of it interrogating Bertha once the dinner is over. It seems as though she gets him on her side of things (at least temporarily), and that later (same ep? ep 3?) we get this sequence.

These frames are from promo images, the teaser and the trailer, here listed in my approximated order. It appears that Bertha prepares Gladys for the idea of the Duke proposing, Gladys pushes back against George, but George then holds his ground (maybe something like, "your mother thinks it's best/I urge you to hear out the duke and consider him") and then Gladys changes dress for the portrait reveal, only for Hector to propose to her just before it. (That scene has to be before the reveal given that the necklace is in tact.) In the wide shot you can see Gladys standing next to the Duke in the center of the group and we get a shot of George studying her expression before the necklace breaks.

Alright, now we've got two images that I'm saying are definitely Gladys' wedding. In the front two rows of the wide shot you can see Bertha and then her sister behind her, with Bertha in the same outfit as the promo image. If you zoom all the way in on that wide shot you can see a man with a George-like beard at the front of the procession, presumably walking Gladys down the aisle with the bridesmaids behind her. Judging by the flowers and overall costumes, I think it's safe to say this is spring or summer. (I'm guessing 1884, but I guess we could have a very long engagement if the Duke has other plot and has to go back to England or something and which would make this 1885.)

Two other sets of scenes worth noting.

Here we have Marian in her "twirling in the gardens with Larry" dress with both of then talking to Agnes with her rebellion line and what appears to be the Russells toasting Larry or Larry and Marian. This could be spring/summer of 1884 or 1885, depending on which comes first, Gladys' marriage or more of them courting (or all at once). Notably that looks like the new character, Alfred Merrick with the Russells, who they invite over in hopes of charming for some business deal (for Larry and Jack? or for George's transcontinental railroad?).

Finally, we've got all the faves in the Van Rhijn household looking cross, almost certainly at Ward McAllister. You can see his tell-all book in blue on the coffee table in front of Mrs. Astor (the label matches the image we get of the cover from other scenes.) Given Mrs. Fish's fur, I'm guessing this is winter, at least of 1884 but more likely 1885 or later. The actual book wasn't published until 1890 so unless we have a BIG time jump they're cheating here, but presumably Nathan Lane wants to peace out, so they're shifting things up a bit. This suggests the book timeline is later in the season.

[sleepyrainart]

Time to Nap.

Summary: In honour of International Napping Day I wrote some little fics about napping with some OP guys.

Rating: T.

Notes: No mention of readers gender.

Currently sitting on top of the Going Merry figurehead with you. In a rare moment of peace. Just lazing in the afternoon sun. No fishing, or games of tag, or any other energetic endeavours. The Merry is calm, sailing through serene waters. The only noise the occasional sound from the kitchen or the slight snore of Zoro.

Luffy's tight arms loosening slightly from your waist. Feeling his head heavy on your shoulder. Looking to the side, eyes widening. Luffy's eyes closed, mouth parted slightly. Tiny soft snores. The ball of energy finally resting. His prized hat slipping from his head. You catch it before the gentle breeze can carry it away.

Hugging it close to your chest. Enjoying the quiet moment with your boyfriend. Before, it's once again jumping into a new adventure. You would happily follow the future pirate king anywhere he goes.

You groan and roll your eyes. Squashed under the warm muscles of your lover. His snores muffled by your shoulder. His nose pressed into the crook of your neck. It's not the first time his narcolepsy has struck out of the blue. Nor, the first time he's used you as a pillow. This man loves squishing you. And you'll happily be squished by the warm cuddle bug.

Tall and handsome, like a gallant prince. His blond hair shining gold in the afternoon sun. Steely grey eyes lazily looking up at the clouds. Fluffy blobs floating along the cerulean sky. A gentle breeze ruffling him. A placid smile brightening his face. The smile growing wider, eyes crinkling with happiness, when he sees you.

You wave back. Running over to him. Basically, jumping on him. He giggles, rocking back as he catches you. Placing a kiss on your temple. As you rearrange yourself on his lap. Pulling your surprise out of thin air, aka a secret pocket. The glossy comic shining in the sun. Sabo's eyes filling with stars, excitement evident. No one would believe that this goofball was a closeted nerd.

Your favourite couples activity was to read and discuss comics. It especially helps when one of you is away on a mission. You can imagine him reading something and picture his expression. It comforts your loneliness. In your hands was the latest issue of your latest obsession, THE AMAZING ADVENTURE FILLED LIFE OF LARRY MC'QUEEN. Surprisingly, his life was actually rather mundane. But there was something about Larry that was addicting.

You're reading about poor Larry cutting a pumpkin. But he keeps getting the knife stuck. Grabbing another to dislodge them. Only to have about six of them pin cushioned into the poor gourd. You giggle at poor crying Larry. Noticing Sabo is silent, unusual. You look to see his head lulled to the side, eyes closed, a little drool falling from the corner of his parted lips.

Would it be bad if you continue reading about Larry's bad night? Probably, but you're still going to do it. Reading about him dropping the knife filled pumpkin. Knives splattering out explosively. Barely missing poor unfortunate Larry. You hear a gasp behind you. “Traitor.” Sabo points. Big tears filling his eyes. Pouting dramatically.

“It was only a page?” You try to defend yourself.

Bonus: Dragon.

Dragon is a stern man, frown nearly always in place. His looming stature, emboldening his severe presence. A mane of unruly inky locks cascading down his back. Providing an extra layer of wideness to his frame. Not that he needed it. His shoulders were wider than door frames. Though, he somehow always fit through doors. It was an anomaly, you didn't quite understand.

Your favourite activity while on base is trying to crack him. You've succeeded a total of two times. Though only getting a quick look of disapproval. Which wasn't much from the serious man. No, you want more. You want to make him regret enlisting you just for the funsies. Also, you're kinda curious at what'll happen. That's why you volunteered to take him some paperwork.

Workshopping your latest little tease. Something with his name Dragon. Dragon on these nuts. You giggle. People giving you strange looks and a wide berth. Probably cause of your evil smile and devilish laugh. Oh yes, oh yes, this would surely crack his impervious mask. You practically run to his office. Ready to spring your joke as you sneak in. Best to catch him off guard.

Only to find your serious man. Your stern commander. Steadfast leader. Napping at his desk. Looking like a hibernating bear. Hair sticking up at odd ends. Using a pile of paperwork as a pillow. He looks so adorable. You set the paperwork down on the second unoccupied desk. Sneaking up on him. While pulling out your cameko, the little snail waking. You put your finger to your lips, signalling silence. Before taking numerous photos for. . . Absolutely not blackmail.

You love Roger, truly you do. What's not to love? His laughter infectious. His smile cheery. Even his silly antics are adorable. But, sometimes you don't know how you put up with him. Especially on days like this. He's carrying you through the ship like a sack of potatoes. Slung across his shoulder for all to see. It's so humiliating. You've quietly asked a few times to be put down.

But he just ignores you. Or gives his signature laugh, booming loud and drawing more unwanted attention. Much to your embarrassment. You hide your face in your hands. Hoping this ride will end soon. You end up in the captain's cabin.

He plops you down on the big bed. Bouncing at the force once. Before he's glomping onto you. Warm muscles hugging you. Curling into your form. “Nap time.” You hear his grin. And then he's loudly snoring in your ear. Guess you're stuck here. You might as well nap.

Thanks for reading.

[sallyfaceee]

Pretty like the sound of rain🌧️

{Sal Fisher x she/her Reader one shot}

Synopsis: you just moved into addison apartments for a new start and more than willingly accept the help of a beautiful blue haired boy and his friend💙

Warnings: major fluff! no smut, however characters in this story are adults! adult sal x adult alternative she/her reader. possible smut later in the series. MDNI!

Notes: this is my first ever post and my first one shot! i'm planning multiple parts, sorry if it's not so great!

also, it is so long! i'm so sorry, i couldn't get to a good stopping place😫

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it's raining again, not pouring down just yet. it's the sweet beginnings of a thunderstorm, painting the sky and screaming through the trees. it's your favorite weather and lucky for you, it's extremely common here. there's something about today, a strange feeling is in the air around you, and as you look out the window of the u-haul full of your things, your heart flips in your chest at the sight of your new apartment complex. a new start, thank god.

the words "addison apartments" appears almost hand painted on the sign in front of the building. it's dingey, and small and not the most beautiful building you've ever seen, but it's a new beginning for you and the rent is ridiculously cheap, so some maintenance issues and aesthetic displeasure is not a major concern for you. you park the truck out front and grab your bag from the passenger seat, slinging it across your shoulders. you make your way inside the building, wanting to set your bag down in your new place and figure out what to bring in first. it's just you, no roommates or parents. and you have a lot of shit.

you make it into your apartment, room 401. it's tiny and underwhelming but you're elated. it's yours and that's all that matters. you step into the bathroom to glance at yourself in the mirror for a moment. you lean towards the mirror a bit and fix your eyeliner slightly before attempting to brush your hands through the ends of your long hair. your bangs sit uniform on your forehead complimenting your heavy liner and mascara. you'd always been alternative. as soon as you turned 18 you began your journey of covering yourself in tattoos and piercings, stretching your ears and dyeing your hair dark. black nail polish messily coats your fingernails and silver jewelry decorates your face and neck. a big band t-shirt that fits more like a dress and your boots was the outfit of choice today. a bit lazy but comfortable to move in. you take one last look at yourself before deciding that despite having driven for a few hours today, you looked not bad at all.

you grab your keys and step out of the apartment only to see a boy sitting on the floor outside your door, criss cross with what looks like a game boy in his hands. his long brown hair frames his face well, and almost immediately your recognize the band on his shirt. he glances up at you and double takes quickly, staring at you for a moment.

"uhh, hi." you say, trying to hide your confusion and amusement with what you've happened upon.

"w-hey, hey!" he starts, bumbling and nervous suddenly. he looks down at the gameboy in his hands and jumps to his feet, holding the device behind his back. "i was just- well i mean i-" he stops as if he's trying to find the words to say.

"you haven't seen any ghosts around here, have you?" he says sheepishly.

"ghosts?"

"yeah, like uh spirits? or like a big shadowy guy with red eyes?" he says. you wait for him to crack a smile or tell you he's fucking with you, but he doesn't, his face is serious and his delivery is deadpan.

"can't say that i have. do they show up often around here?" you try to show him you're not making fun of him. he finally holds up the game boy and laughs nervously.

"you could say that." he says. you notice a slight lisp when he talks. "i'm larry. i live in the basement here, i've kinda taken on maintenance duties so if you need anything, i'm your guy." he smiles sheepishly again, pointing a finger gun in your direction before looking at the floor again.

"i'm y/n. i'm actually moving in today, i came for the ghosts." you say, which makes larry laugh and you can see the relief paint his face.

"the band on your shirt, i love them. did you listen to their latest drop yet?" you ask, leaning into your doorframe.

"dude, you know sanity's fall?? i've been putting my friends onto them for years now! the new album is fucking insane i swear!" he laughs, suddenly excited and relaxed. he points at your shirt, "deftones huh? a little bit soft for me but still a great band. you got good taste." he smiles, finger gunning once again, before glancing down at your keys in your hand.

"oh shit, you literally like just got here didn't you?" he asks.

"yeah, only a few minutes ago." you reply, jingling your keys in your hand.

"well, my friend is almost here, he's been helping me with some stuff around the apartments-"

"the ghosts?" you interject, smiling.

he laughs, "dude you have no idea. he's should be almost here, can we help you move your stuff in at all?"

"honestly, that would be amazing, i got a ton of shit and it's just me." you say smiling. he seems really genuinely nice and friendly, and already making friends with your neighbors is a plus for you.

"okay sweet!" he exclaims as you both begin walking to the elevator, "we can go down and see-" but before larry can finish, the elevator doors open and a new boy stands before you. except this time, your heart feels like it's doing a thousand flips in your chest as soon as you lay eyes on him.

long blue hair cut into a shaggy mullet lays messily around his shoulders. he is slender but muscular, and he stands almost a foot taller than you. as you scan his arms you notice the black nail polish that coats his nails like yours. he dons a black sweater, red pants and a worn pair of converse. his keys are attached to a carabiner that's looped through his belt loop. you notice his beauty immediately but what catches your attention most is his face, or rather what he's wearing on it. a white mask of sorts, with a purplish pink detail on one side of it. the mask is expressionless and you can see where the straps meet on either side. he's looking at the floor when the doors open, but the sound of the doors opening startles him slightly and suddenly your gaze is locked with his. blue eyes peer through the eyes holes of his mask at yours and neither of you move or say anything. you just stand, staring at each other.

"uh... sally? are you gonna step out or?" larry's voice from behind you makes you jump and breaks your gaze with the beautiful boy in front of you.

"shit." you hear the boy mumble under his breath, stepping out of the elevator to stand in front of you. you look up at him as he looks down at you once more, but this time he speaks.

"i'm uh... i'm sorry if i scared you."

it takes you a moment to register he's talking to you before you answer, completely mesmerized by him and suddenly all too aware of how embarrassing you must look.

"no, no, not at all. you didn't scare me." is all you muster up the courage to say and immediately mentally scold yourself for it. wow, really great first impression huh?

the boy looks over at larry, breaking his gaze with you finally. you immediately look at the ground, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"oh! uh, y/n, this is my best buddy and brother sal. sal, this is y/n. i was ghost hunting in the hall and ran into her. er- well, she kinda ran into me, but she's moving into 401, and i thought we could help her bring her stuff in. if you're cool with that." larry says quickly, running a hand through his hair.

sal looks back at you and steps back slightly, realizing how close the two of you were. he nods quickly, "yeah- yeah of course, i'd love to. help, that is, i'd love to help. not in like a weird way or anything, i mean only if you're comfortable. not that you seem uncomfortable, i- fuck." he stumbles over his words nervously, glancing at your eyes every now and then but looking away quickly.

"dude, are you okay?" larry asks, genuine concern ringing out in his voice. sal chuckles shyly and nods, "yeah, i'm fine. sorry. uh- lets go get her stuff. your stuff." he turns back to you before turning on his heels and pressing the elevator button. all three of you enter and descend to the first floor.

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it had been a few hours but the three of you had finally gotten all of your stuff into the apartment. you watched sal as he lifted the heavy boxes with ease and occasionally you would catch him staring at you. not just looking; staring. even larry had called him out a few times, ordering him back to work. he'd barely said a few words to you and for some reason, your heart leapt when his eyes met yours.

sal went out to get the last box as you and larry sat on the floor of the living room, catching your breath.

"goddamn i'm out of shape." larry sighs, leaning his back up against a box. "and so sweaty."

you both laugh as you stretch your legs out in front of you, "me too. the storm suddenly kicking up in the middle of us moving everything was a nice touch." you say as you run a hand over your damp shirt.

"sorry sal is acting so weird. something's up with him, i've never seen him like that. that dude's a weirdo." larry chuckles.

"no, it's fine. he's not weird at all." you say, feeling your cheeks heat up again.

the sound of feet approaching starts that strange heart-racey, butterfly stomach feeling in you again, and you feel your palms get sweaty.

sal comes through the door, carrying the last box, setting it on the ground.

"right on man, thanks for grabbing that last one. i'm fighting for my life over here." larry says, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"no problem." sal replies, joining the two of you on the floor. he sits next to you, but not close enough to touch. you look at each other for a moment and then look away. larry stares at the two of you from across the room, and suddenly the most shit-eating grin plasters his face. he rises to his feet, "i uh, i'm gonna go say hi to my mom and henry next door. i haven't seen them in awhile." he says, still wearing that suspicious smile.

you wonder for a moment what he could be up to, and eventually make the connection in your head. he's trying to leave you and sal alone with each other.

"wait larry, what about the boxes and stuff?" sal begins, sounding panicked and nervous, and judging by the tone of his voice, he knows exactly what larry's up to as well.

"i'll be back to help unpack and shit, don't worry, i won't be too long." larry says before swiftly exiting the room and closing the door behind him.

a silence falls on the room and the tension is palpable. just when i thought sal might get up and leave, he speaks again.

"y/n is a pretty name, by the way."

you sit next to him, avoiding his eyes, shocked as the statement sends butterflies zooming through your entire body. sal looks at his hands as he picks at his nail polish.

"what a sweet thing to say." you reply, feeling the blood rush to your ears.

"so, what brought you here?" he asks you, turning his body to you slightly.

"uh, it's a long story. the short version is i wanted to get away from back home and the people there and exist outside of them." you reply, hoping that you weren't saying too much.

"nockfell isn't exactly a place for new beginnings." he replies, but quickly adds, "but uh, i can't say i'm upset to be looking at you right now." he laughs nervously. "oh god, i'm sorry, i'm really like not trying to come off weird, you're making me nervous for some reason. i'm not always like this, promise." he scratches the back of his head, eyes meeting yours again.

"i don't mind at all." you reply, smiling back at him. there's another moment of silence but you're the one to break it this time.

"i think you're pretty. not like girly pretty although there's nothing wrong with that. more like pretty like a sunset, or the sound of rain." you say, though you have no idea what will come out of your mouth next, your thoughts are a mile a minute.

sal sits for a minute silent, looking at you.

"you think i'm pretty?" he says.

"yeah, like a lot. like beautiful." you reply, feeling nervous now.

"no one's ever said that to me before." he says, still staring at you.

"now you're making me nervous." you say smiling slightly, fidgeting w the laces on your boots.

"it's a prosthetic, you know. it's not just a mask. and i don't think what's underneath it is very pretty." he looks down at his shoes.

"i bet it is. but at least it looks pretty cool on you." you giggle as you scan the prosthetic once again, looking at the details of it now. it's worn, he'd obviously needed it for a long time now.

there's silence again.

you scooch your body in front of him, sitting criss cross. he looks at you quizzically. you look at him for a moment before gently reaching up and running your fingers across the edge of the purple-pink piece, tracing where it starts and ends. he watches you carefully, leaning back slightly. he flinches and instinctively reaches up to grab your hand away, but he stops.

"i'm sorry. i- i don't know why i did that. i should've asked you, i just wanted to see the detail on that side. ugh, im sorry, that was stupid." you groan, covering your face with your hands in a moment of utter embarrassment. what the fuck did you do that for?? people probably try to touch it all the time, i bet he's sick of that shit and now he's gonna be sick of you too. you scream at yourself in your head, badly wishing you could turn back time and make sure that never happened.

he doesn't say anything at first, he just gently takes your hand and presses it against his cheek, running his thumb along the side of your fingers.

"you can touch me." he says softly. your stomach is in knots at those words. his speaking voice is so sweet. deep and lovely and kind.

he leans into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment. the whole world is quiet for just a second and this moment feels familiar. like you've done this with each other many times before. but the two of you suddenly pull away, realizing it might be uncomfortable for the other, to have such an intimate moment so soon into meeting each other. tension fills the air again, less awkward and more full of longing.

"what are you doing tonight? i mean, other than unpacking." sal leans forward slightly, his voice almost in a whisper, his face closer to yours than before. pretty blue eyes study yours.

"other than unpacking, absolutely nothing." you say, matching his soft and whisper tone.

"come over." he says softly. "we can watch dumb movies and you can meet gizmo. or we could just talk or nap or something if you're tired. whatever you want." he sounds like he's smiling beneath his prosthetic as he sees your smile begin to grow across your face.

"like a date?" you ask, cheeks burning red.

"i was hoping it would be." he replies giggling.

"i've never been asked on a date before."

"i just- i-" he pauses, "im not usually forward or anything like at all. i'm usually like a stuttering mess and awkward and embarrassing when i like someone. i don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, i just... now that i know you exist i just want you around." he stutters out, his voice sounding nervous and giggly again.

your face lights up red at the words he's just spoken to you. you fiddle with your hair, taking far to long to respond before you sputter out, "yes. yes please. please ask me to come over like that all the time." you laugh nervously, praying you're not coming off as too much. he laughs nervously with you, the two of you avoiding each others eyes. sal would never admit it, but his cheeks burned red under that mask. he was so unbelievably nervous yet there was something about you. and he knew if he didn't jump on his chance, he might never have the courage to again.

"well uh... can i help you unpack? at least a little. i feel bad helping you lug all this up here and not helping. i could at least set up your bedframe or put up those shelves." he says, pointing over to the coffin shaped shelves you have on the kitchen counter.

"you really don't have to." you say, feeling your heart flip at his offer.

"well, i mean, it's more so just an excuse to stay with you." he laughs, "we could unpack for a little and then we could walk to my house together."

"uhhh, that plan better include me." a voice from the doorway calls out, which you can already recognize as larry's. he comes through the door and sits down next to you, nudging your shoulder.

"got a little crush, huh?"