#American Cream Band

[senorboombastic]

Editor’s Picks: Top 50 songs of 2023 – Part One

In classic fashion, my personal favourite record from 2023 came out a year ago. Eagle-eyed Instagram followers might’ve noticed too that when it came to the big Spotify Wrapped reveals, my number one song (and quite a few within the top five) were from an album that came out seven years ago! As our reviews man Ben Forrester likes to say though – don’t get it twisted! We bleed new music through…

[postambientlux]

• american cream band • embrace you millions • bit.ly/aCb-EeYmS

[angel-of-the-moons]

I'm back again since it's been about a month since I last requested. I hope you don't mind me asking another story. So I was thinking of another Hobie one. There is honestly not enough stories about him and I love the way you write him. I was thinking of a more fluff type thing or possibly head cannons. You decide. Regardless about living with Hobie or just spending some downtime with him. Just a chill little thing I wanted to put out there. Thank you. I love your works and appreciate you 😘

Ilysm!!! I am sorry these asks have been rotting in my inbox! I'm finally working on them!!!

Ice Cream

Hobie Brown x Reader

TW/CW: Marijuana usage

Hobie is obviously aged-up in this

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• When Hobie isn't rocking out with his band at pubs, or fighting the regime™ or working to save the multiverse with the Old Man, he's at home with you.

• He often slips into the window because he refuses to use the front door like a normal person (even if you live on the fifth floor)

• Hobie would find you wherever you were, on the couch, in the kitchen, in bed or in the bathroom; and would immediately wrap his lanky arms around you and breathe deep and relax every muscle in his body

• "Where've you been?" You tease, easing his spiked vest off his stiffened shoulders.

• "Dealin' with the Old Man and his nonstop bitchin'." Hobie said, clicking his tongue, leaning over to rest his chin on the top of your head, holding you against him once more as you carefully ease the rest of his punk paraphernalia off of his person.

• You lead him to the bed, and pull him down on top of you, using your remote to turn on the sound system, playing some of his favorite music tracks on a low volume for background noise

• "You're a goddamn angel, y'know that, luv?" Hobie sighed, closing his eyes as he listens to the soft patter of your heartbeat

• "Mmh, I try." You chuckle, your fingers idly fluffing his wicks and toying with them as you feel his breathing even out

• And in no time, he's out like a light, sprawled out over you like a lanky starfish

• Forget moving this man, despite his thin physique he somehow finds the magic in him to weigh as much as his old, beat-up van

• You're stuck in bed, so the only thing left to do is give in and join him for a nap

• When you two wake up, you work on your usual routine.

• Hobie helps cook, making homemade chips while you batter and bake some fresh chicken

• Once your lunch/dinner is finished, you both cuddle on the sofa and watch some shitty movie on your telly

• He 100% has gutter humor, as well as a perverted sense of one

• Is also very big into physical humor. I'm talking shoving tissues into his nose and pretending to be a walrus kind of physical humor. Whatever it takes to hear you laugh

• Totally plays his guitar for you, singing punk versions of almost any kind of song (except American country. That shite is a travesty upon the music industry!)

• Will often split his pot with you, either rolling joints or using a bong, he'll always offer you a hit if you need or want it

• If you can't handle it, he'll FaceTime you while he smokes on the roof. That way, you're still together and he isn't negatively affecting your health/personal preferences with his smoking

• If you're sick, Hobie will full on hit the breaks to whatever he's doing to take care of you (provided it's a possibility that he can do that)

• This includes sending a selfie with a middle finger to Miguel telling him to not bug him til you're better

• 100% a master at making simple comfort foods when you're sick. Cheese toasties, chicken noodle soup, vegetable soup, even homemade ice cream. He does it all for you

• Runs you a nice hot bath with some eucalyptus and Epsom salts to help your sore muscles and clear sinuses

• If you're nauseous, he'll put peppermint oil in the water with you and run to the market for some ginger pop to ease your stomach, maybe some ginger root tea while he's at it

• Will also buy you some of your favorite digestives just to make sure you get something solid in your tummy

• Will totally fake threaten you about blabbing to anyone about his "secret soft side" and "ruining his image"

• Everyone already knows, he's just blind as hell and doesn't notice lmao

• This man is 100% loyal. If any gal/pal/guy flirts with him, he will flat out shoot em down

• "Nah, mate. I already got the best partner in crime a guy like me could ever ask for. Nobody c'n compare to that!"

• Always makes sure he never worries you (or at least tries to)

• If Hobie is sick or hurt, positions are reversed and you become his personal nurse

• Totally doesn't pretend to be sick sometimes just so you'll spoil him

• You know he's full of shit when he does though, but you just humor him because he's cute about it

• Yeah, you both put up with each other's shit, but you'd never have it any other way

• However... Hobie definitely knows when he's in trouble.

• "Hobart Brown!" You'd shout.

• Yeah, Hobie could easily feel his blood chill when you use his government name

[alice-steel]

Man dies, goes to Hell. Not surprised to be in Hell, bit surprised by pleasant hotel front on arrival, polished oak furniture and reception desk, velvet curtains, lots of real gold detailing, bar with every drink he's ever heard of, restaurant with food from all over the world. Receptionist's a beautiful succubus with raven hair and green eyes, who welcomes him like a favourite customer. Behind hotel, patio, cream teas, ice creams, people having great time, 25 x 15 m swimming pool, 500 m tall waterslides, 18-hole golf course, forests, archery range, beautiful green hills. Demon in a golf cart offers to show him around. Tour of country lanes, crown green bowling places, dance halls, pubs, breweries, orchards, farmers' markets, cafés, sailing clubs, bird-watching places, hiking trails, all rather nice. Man asks Demon: "This Hell? Seems rather nice."

Demon replies: "Nice enough, nice enough. Heaven's better, 'course. They have mahogany and platinum in Heaven, and Ambrosia. Can't get Ambrosia here. Their golf course has 27 holes, their water slides are 1000 m tall, their receptionist's a redhead, so better, but we do alright here."

Tour goes on, jazz band, white-water kayak course, aquarium, skateboard park, and man's getting relaxed until golf cart crests ridge and landscape beyond is blasted rock, pock-marked from impacts, clouds of corrosive gas drifting over it, flames spurting from cracks, surrounding a great peak cloven as if by a huge axe, the chasm lit by the lava lake boiling within it. Damned souls climb the sides on fingers scraped and burned raw, only to be plucked from the rocks and hurled back into the fire by a great, scaly Demon with huge horns, tattered, bat-like wings, four arms and a whip covered in red-hot spikes.

Man sits bolt upright and screams.

Demon says: "Don't worry! Don't worry. Nothing to do with you, that. Not your problem. You're not going there."

Man turns to stare at Demon.

Demon explains: "That's the American Evangelicals."

Demon tells him: "We put it in specially for them. They insisted!"

[art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament]

SET TWO - ROUND ONE - MATCH SIX

“Sharecropper” (1952 - Elizabeth Catlett) / “Lustmord” (1993 - Jenny Holzer)

SHARECROPPER: [no additional commentary provided]

LUSTMORD: I'm submitting lustmord by jenny holzer! It's an art piece about rape during war, written as a response to the crimes against women during the breakup of Yugoslavia. There's three different mediums: public projection, ink on skin, and engravings on silver bands wrapped around human bones. Each piece was made by taking three poems that Jenny Holzer wrote about rape (one from the perspective of the rapist, one from the victim, and one from a witness), and then displaying a line from each, so that the viewer doesn't know who's point of view it's from. Seeing the tattoos specifically (since that's what I saw first and what I'm most able to speak on), it fucks you up by asking you to consider what emotions are "appropriate" for each role to express. Is the rapist "allowed" to feel safety? Can the victim express cruelty? Can the witness feel scared? I've never seen the bones in person but I imagine they serve to emphasize the role that death plays in a lustmord, which is a german word describing a combined rape-murder. (electricmimikyu)

("Sharecropper" is a color linocut on cream Japanese paper print done by African-American artist Elizabeth Catlett. It measures 17 5/8 x 16 15/16" (44.8 x 43 cm) and is owned by the Art Institute of Chicago in Chicago.

"Lustmord" is part of a set taking its name from the German word for "sex murder", but this one is ink on skin tattoo by American artist Jenny Holzer.)

[southwest-pottery-bracket]

A crash course in some vocabulary

Archaeology, like all sciences, has a lot of specialized jargon we use to talk about pottery. To make sure everyone’s on the same page, here’s a list of some common terms I’ll be using, what they mean, and how to pronounce them.

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Ware: A broader term for a technological/cultural tradition in pottery. Typically, construction method, color, clay type, temper type, and paint type are what defines a “ware.” So Chuska Gray Ware is unslipped, usually unpainted gray clay with crushed black basalt temper. Roosevelt Red Ware is red-slipped clay with sand temper and carbon-based paint. Hohokam Buff Ware is unslipped or cream-slipped buff-colored clay with coarse sand temper, created using a paddle-and-anvil forming method and painted with red paint.

Type: Within a ware, a type is a more narrowly specific decorative style. Roosevelt Red Ware has multiple types within it, such as Salado Red (unpainted red-slipped), Pinto Black-on-red (black paint on the red in a specific radially symmetric interlocked hatched-and-bold pattern), Pinto Polychrome (same decorative style but on a white-slipped interior field), Gila Polychrome (red exterior, white-slipped interior, a usually-broken black band around the rim, black painted designs in a two- or -four-fold symmetry), Tonto Polychrome (bolder and less symmetric black-and-white designs on a red field), Cliff Polychrome, Dinwiddie Polychrome, Nine Mile Polychrome… different stylistic variations on the Roosevelt Red Ware technological/visual core. You can read more about categorizations here.

A note on naming conventions: Pottery in this archaeological tradition tends to have a two-part name: a location where it was first defined and described, and a colorway. Wares tend to be “[Broad location or broad cultural group] [Color] Ware”; types tend to be “[Specific site] [paint color]-on-[clay color].” So within Tusayan White Ware is Flagstaff Black-on-white.

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Gila: A river in southern Arizona and a bit of New Mexico, and a lizard and a polychrome type named after it. Pronounced hee-la.

Hohokam: An archaeological term for a Native American cultural group that lived in southern Arizona and northern Sonora, defined by traits like red-on-buff pottery, massive canal systems for field irrigation, and platform mounds. It comes from the O'odham-language word huhugham, “ancestors.” They are the ancestors of the modern Tohono O’odham and Akimel O’odham people (it’s a little bit more complicated than that but that’s basically the case.)

Mogollon: An archaeological term for a Native American cultural group from central New Mexico, eastern Arizona, and northern Chihuahua. Most iconic trait is the elaborate range of corrugated and smudged pottery. Named after the Mogollon Rim, the geological formation that marks the edge of the Colorado Plateau and a drastic change in geology and climate in the northern Southwest and the southern Southwest. Along with the Ancestral Pueblo, the Mogollon culture are ancestors of modern southern Rio Grande and Zuni pueblos. Pronounced moh-guh-yon.

Olla: A water jar with a wide body and narrow neck. Pronounced oy-ya.

Polychrome: Pottery that is three or more colors (poly+chrome), most often meaning red, white, and black.

A Tonto Polychrome olla. Southeastern Arizona, 1350-1450.

Pueblo: A collective term for Native people of the Southwest US (particularly in the Rio Grande river watershed, but also Hopi and Zuni) who share cultural traits and history—most immediately notably, a tradition of living in square adobe houses in large villages, which are also each called pueblos. Ancestral Pueblo is the term for the archaeologically-defined cultural group that share these similar traits and are, generally, from the northern half of New Mexico and Arizona, and a southern strip of Colorado and Utah. The Ancestral Puebloans were formerly called “Anasazi” but that has fallen out of favor due to pushback from modern Pueblos. Also, each modern Pueblo prefers to be called a Pueblo rather than a tribe in most cases—so you say the Pueblo of Acoma, the Pueblo of Ohkay Owingeh, Picuris Pueblo, Taos Pueblo, the Pueblo of Zuni, etc.

Temper: Non-clay bits that are added to natural clays to make them easier to work with. When you buy clay from a store now, it’s already mixed and processed and ready to use. When you find clay out in nature, it’s almost never so easy. Typically, you have to mine/harvest clay from riverbanks or cliffsides, and it’s hard and dried; then you have to grind the hard clay up into fine particles, and mix them with water. But natural clays are often puddly and don’t always hold together well, so you add temper, something hard and grainy to make your wet clay stick together more easily and make it good to work with! Temper can be sand, ground-up rock, ground-up shell, or even ground-up bits of other broken pottery. What different people used as temper is one defining feature of a pottery ware and pottery tradition.

Sherd: A broken bit of pottery. NOT shard. When it’s pottery, it’s “sherd.”

Slip: Very runny wet clay. It’s used to help attach clay pieces together, but more pertinently here, plain-colored pots are covered with an even layer of bolder-colored clay slip to get the desired color pot.

Smudging: A decorative style that potters made during the firing stage. They would have open pit-fires for firing their pottery, and cover the desired part of the pot with a layer of charcoal or ash. This creates a carbonized, reducing environment—that is, a lot of carbon, and little oxygen. This creates a smooth, inky black finish on the completed pot.

A Starkweather Smudged bowl. Mogollon, western New Mexico, AD 900-1200.

Vessel: Another word for pot, basically. Means a ceramic container of some sort. Bowls, jars, ladles, pitchers, mugs, etc are all vessels; effigies and statuettes are not.

[birdsareblooming]

I saw your art blog had head canons for what species of hedgehog the hedgehogs were, do you have that for other characters?

[hedgehog post] [images from sonic channel!]

It is also possible for these characters to be mixed, however for my own sanity I'm sticking with one type for now.

Tails - Hokkaido Fox

Knuckles - Short-Beaked Echidna (T. a. lawesii)

Rouge - Honduran White Bat

Cream - American Fuzzy Lop

Vector - West African Crocodile

Espio - Jackson's Chameleon

Charmy - Rusty-Patched Bumble Bee

Big - Maine Coon

Blaze - Indo-Persian Cat

Marine - Tanuki (Japanese Racoon Dog) [X]

Mighty - Brazilian Three-Banded Armadillo

Ray - Northern Flying Squirrel

Jet - Levant Sparrowhawk

Wave - Red-Rumped Swallow

Storm - White-Capped Albatross

Tangle - Ring-Tailed Lemur

Whisper - Hudson Bay Wolf

Surge - Lowland Streaked Tenrec

(Kit is already listed as a Fennec)

Sticks - Eurasian Badger

(If you want specific characters, honestly request them this is fun)

[flanaganfilm]

Hey Mike Flanagan! My name is Jaden Benenfeld and I am a huge fan of your work. I am in college right now studying film production so hopefully one day I can work on one of your films. Okay so I have always wanted a fun nick name and I feel like you could come up with a great one for me. Thank you haha!

Let's open it up to the general public - we're gonna need people to vote to figure this out but I think you have a few immediately obvious options: 1) "Jaben". I know, seems too obvious, and you could spell it cool like "Ja-Ben" but it may seem just too clean. I don't know though, probably the best option. People who've known you for a long time will only have to change one letter, and new people will marvel at how cleanly your first and last names fit together.

2) "BenJay". Just a reverse of option one. It's not necessarily uncool to be this close to "Benji", which is obviously a cool name, but it may wander too close to "Bengay", and while pain relieving cream is very useful it does conjure up a specific and potentially unpleasant scent.

3) "J.B." I know, it's a bit lazy writing, even if you spell it out ("Jaybee") but it's what would happen to you if you were a member of a boy band.

4) "Feldster". Out of left field? Yes. But this is what would happen to you if you were a supporting character in an AMERICAN PIE sequel.

5) "K-watt". And you never, ever explain it.

6) "Stormageddon, Dark Lord of All". Tougher to commit to socially, but a downright stupendous reference that will ingratiate you to the right people. If people get the reference, befriend them immediately.

Vote in the comments

[omg-hellgirl]

One night shortly after he got back, Mick suggested that I start using ice cream-flavored douches. I'm not stupid. I realized that this must be the sort of thing that American chicks did. But I didn't put two and two together till I read I'm with the Band (Pamela has a whole rap about strawberry and peach-flavored douches).

I was flabbergasted. "Listen sweetheart," I told him, "this may be what you get from your groupies in America, but you're talking to me now. So fuck off!" A very alluring approach, I know.

Marianne Faithfull, Faithfull: An Autobiography.

[streamsofstardust]

the hot seat | d.r.w

danny wagner x reader

word count: 3,395

content warnings: danny in makeup, dirty talk, unprotected sex, fingering, choking, praise, degredation, lil bit of oral (f receiving), tinier bit of masturbation (m), slight exhibitionism kink if you squint, slight overstimulation if you squint even harder, cream pie

summary: you're danny's makeup artist on this dreams in gold journey. it's the night of the first show for the north american leg of the tour and as per usual, you're working on danny's stage makeup. that is, of course, until things take an unexpected (but very welcome) turn

a/n: honestly i can't remember what made me think about this but those thoughts were nonstop. i haven't written consistently bc i suck and i promise I'm trying to get back into it now that I'm not working so consider this my welcome back to fic writing i guess. anyway danny wagner is daddy but he's also a whore and i love him tremendously. enjoy besties

taglist: @allieboop @obetrolncocktails @greta-flanveet @kdarling1 @doodle417 @mollie-gvf @hoeforstevienicks @joshkiszkas @gardenofgreta @gretasmokerising @lunaindigoraven @jakekiszkasleftnutsack

if someone had asked you mere months ago where you saw yourself at this very moment in your life, you wouldn't have said getting paid to glue rhinestones on danny wagner's face. you wouldn't have said you'd be standing inches away from the drummer minutes before he runs onto the stage. you wouldn't have said you'd be traveling internationally as a pseudo makeup artist for a rock band. and you definitely wouldn't have said you'd be harboring an ever growing crush on the band’s drummer.

but, there you were.

the routine was simple: head to danny’s dressing room an hour before the show, talk about what look he wanted for the night, execute said look, then follow him to the stage where you'd stand on the side and watch the four of them work their magic.

you had been doing that routine for a little over two months now and naturally you'd developed a friendship with danny. truly, how could you not? he was the sweetest man you'd ever met with a magnetic pull and a smile that made you melt. his kind eyes drew you in every night, and you'd often find yourself getting lost in them while being just a few inches away from his face.

he was easy to talk to and never made you feel as though you were below him, or that he was somehow above you like a rock god that deserved to be placed on the highest pedestal. no, in fact it seemed as though danny forgot just how famous he was sometimes, perhaps still in shock by his own success and accolades.

all of this made it nearly impossible to not develop feelings for him. but more so than that, the proximity you found yourself to him night after night resulted in a persistent fire within your body. one that started as a slight ember and had grown more and more with every interaction.

you wanted him in ways you'd never wanted someone before. the heat that radiated off of his body was intoxicating. the mint scent that you caught with every breathy chuckle sent chills down your spine. the intensity of his gaze, intentional or not, had you reeling. and every so often when he’d brush his hand over your arm or your waist as you delicately and precisely placed each individual gemstone along his perfectly sculpted face, you'd find your breath hitch and your knees become weak.

it was relatively easy to convince yourself he never noticed the slight changes in your body movements. that he didn't see your thighs clench at the sound of his deep, silky voice. that he didn't notice the way your eyes drifted downwards to his soft lips, lost in your own head as you imagined how they'd feel against your own.

it was also relatively easy to brush off the way he made you feel because you knew you couldn't do anything about it. you were extremely lucky to have obtained your job in the first place, you weren't dumb enough to risk everything for a chance at sleeping with the drummer.

but then it seemed like something shifted.

subtle brushes of his hand became solid placements of the appendage on your waist, just barely over the top edge of your jeans. playful tones in his voice started sounding raspy in his innuendo filled statements. his eyes seemed to linger longer on your own, his making the occasional dive lower towards your lips as you had caught yourself doing to him several times in the past. and the space between the two of you as you did his makeup appeared to get smaller and smaller. if you didn't know better, you'd think his actions were intentional. that he was hinting at his very own desire for you.

on the night of their first show in canada, you found yourself in danny’s dressing room, as you had been every show prior. he expressed a desire to do something darker with his makeup this time; something smokier and bolder with winged eyeliner and an intricate pattern of rhinestones to match.

danny had elected to sit on the plush velvet couch this evening, citing a slight backache as his reason why. this unfortunately resulted in you standing hunched over in a position that was less than comfortable for the extended period of time you were in it. you found yourself taking longer to complete his look due to the constant need to straighten your back, something that had not gone unnoticed by danny.

“i promise this isn't meant to sound suggestive, but you can sit on my lap if it'll help your back. i feel bad that you're uncomfortable.” he stated.

you looked at him and considered his proposal. on one hand he could be joking, and you immediately taking him up on the offer could result in a very very embarrassing interaction. on the other hand, his expression seemed genuine and you couldn't deny that a change in position would help tremendously. you looked down where his hand was placed on your forearm, which had been pressed against the back of the couch as a means of supporting your weight.

you shook your head before responding. “i wouldn't want to squish you or make you uncomfortable.”

“sweetheart, i can tell leaning over like this is killing you. it's not a big deal, i promise.” he chuckled slightly before continuing, his hand rubbing softly over your arm as a comforting gesture, “plus you couldn't squish me if you tried.”

you released a small laugh of your own before accepting his offer, placing each of your legs outside of his own, effectively kneeling over his lap. The short dress you wore began to ride up your thighs, something you only worried about for a brief moment.

you continued working on his makeup, trying to portray his vision as closely as you could. you knew he'd love whatever the result was, but you couldn't help but embrace your inner perfectionist.

“ya know, it's a shame your drums aren't closer to the front of the stage,” you started. “All of this hard work on your makeup and not nearly enough people get to see it up close.” he chuckled at your words, his head shaking ever so slightly. You grabbed the sides of his head to keep him still.

“Uh uh daniel, no moving.” he smiled at you, staring directly into your eyes. You fought back the blush that was threatening to surface, as well as the urge to kiss him right then and there. Danny, on the other hand, was less subtle. His eyes moved down to watch your lips as you spoke, his tongue slowly darting out to wet his own.

“Yes ma’am.”

You gave him a small smile of your own before returning to your work, shifting in his lap to get closer, wanting to make sure the makeup on each of his eyes was even. You heard him let out a breath at your movement, but neither of you acknowledged it. He was probably just sighing anyway. A moment later you moved again, hearing another breath leave danny’s slightly parted lips. His hands moved up to grasp your waist, his grip tightening more and more with each passing second.

The third time you shifted, you felt something hard beneath you. No… there was no way danny was getting turned on from you being in his lap. Your hands paused for a moment, your own shock throwing you off from your work. You moved once more, this time trying to be subtle with your actions in an attempt to see if your hunch was correct. You felt danny’s hold tighten even more, halting your movements, while his head moved closer to yours.

“Angel, i’m really going to need you to stop moving. Don’t want to start something we can’t finish.”

Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. If ever there was a time to even consider making a move, it was now. You nodded in response, not trusting yourself to speak. But even with your agreement, you decided to test the waters. As you leaned in to finish up the last of his makeup, you inched forward, this time moving your hips with purpose, wanting to get a reaction out of him. Rather than pausing after a single movement, you continued, slowly grinding against his growing bulge.

Danny inhaled sharply, his eyes fluttering shut. His right hand came up to grip your wrist, his head shaking and a smirk gracing his lips as he looked at you before speaking.

“Just can’t help yourself, huh? What do you want, baby? You want me to fuck you? Is that why you're deciding to be a brat?”

Your mouth opened, but you were unable to speak. You’d never heard danny speak like that. You couldn’t even imagine the sweet danny you knew uttering anything close to what you just heard. Yet despite your shock, you couldn’t help but feel that familiar heat start making its way throughout your body. Danny’s hand that had been holding your wrist moved upward, slowly inching along your arm until it found purchase on your jaw.

“Don’t act shy now, sweetheart. Answer me.”

“Y-yes. Yes. please danny.” you could be embarrassed at the speed at which you begged for him later. Now, all you wanted was him, and you’d say whatever he wanted to hear to get exactly that.

“You can do better than that. You want my cock in you that badly? Prove it.” he demanded.

“Danny, please, please. I need you. Need you inside me. Need to feel you so fucking badly, baby, please.” the smirk that graced his face allowed you to conclude that it was to his satisfaction.

Danny checked his watch briefly before looking back at you. “Only 15 minutes baby, gotta make this quick.”

His hands moved to slide your dress further up your thighs until it bunched at your hips. Pushing you back the slightest bit, he began untying his sweatpants and pulling them down just enough to release his hardened cock. The fact that he had forgone underwear did not go unnoticed, and had your mind not been in the process of turning into complete mush, you might have cracked a joke about it.

You couldn’t help but look down at his lap, eyes bulging at the size of him. You’d had a hunch that he was big, but seeing him in all his glory admittedly made you nervous. You’d definitely feel sore after this. You watched as danny began moving his hand slowly up and down his length, his eyes closing and his head falling back. He looked absolutely beautiful in this state, pleasuring himself with you on top of him.

After a few more pumps of his fist, he reached down towards your panties, sliding two of his long fingers over your clothed core. You moaned in response, your own eyes rolling back. He continued his motion, increasing the pressure more and more.

“I can feel how wet you are, angel. All this for me?” the question was rhetorical, you both knew it was entirely his doing. You nodded rapidly anyway. He continued, not waiting for a verbal response from you. “God, if we had more time i’d lick every fucking drop from your gorgeous cunt, i fucking swear.” his words sent a shiver down your spine. This version of danny was quickly becoming your favorite, and you hoped you’d get to see him like this after tonight.

He grabbed your panties in each hand and swiftly ripped the lace in half, pulling the material from your body and shoving it in his pocket. All you could do was stare at him. You felt his fingers take their place back on your pussy and rub small circles over your clit. The moan you released was probably much louder than you should’ve allowed it to be, but in that moment you could hardly find it in you to care. When he easily slipped those two fingers inside of you, you both moaned at the feeling.

“Fucking hell, angel. Soaking wet for me. Gonna feel so fucking perfect around my cock.”

His fingers curled up to hit that little spot inside you that made you shake. You gasped loudly and grabbed his shoulder to hold yourself up.

“Right there, huh?” he continued curling his fingers, speeding up as he did so, only increasing the rate of your moans. “Can feel you dripping down my fingers, baby. Fuck, i need to be inside you.”

As he removed his fingers, you felt yourself clench around nothing. You missed the feeling of them inside you, but were satiated once you felt his cock at your entrance. Ever the tease, danny began dragging the tip of his cock against you, spreading your wetness up and down his cock.

“Danny, please. No more teasing. Need you to fuck me.” you whined.

He looked up at you with a devilish smile, continuing his movements to mess with you even more.

“Yeah? Need my cock so fucking bad huh? Need me to stretch that pretty fucking pussy and fill you up, don’t you. Such a slut begging for my cock, sound so pretty for me, angel.”

You found yourself unable to speak again, reduced to nothing but a moaning, writhing mess for the man beneath you. Danny lifted you by your hips, just enough to line his cock up with your dripping hole before slamming you down back onto him, sheathing his entire length inside you. He quickly moved his hand to cover your mouth in an attempt to minimize the volume of your scream. There were, afterall, plenty of people nearby that could easily hear you. The thought of getting caught turned you on even more, your pussy clenching around him.

“Can feel you squeezing my cock, baby. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” you tried to respond, to tell him what he wanted to hear, but forming words, let alone a full sentence, seemed like the most difficult challenge for you.

“T-thinking about, fuck danny, s-someone hearing us.” you barely choked out the words, realizing in that moment that he still hadn’t moved, his cock pulsing within you.

His eyes seemed to darken at your confession. “Oh yeah? Thinking about someone walking in on us?” he nudged your hips, instructing you to start riding him. “Thinking about someone coming in here and watching you ride my cock like such a good girl.” you moaned at his words and squeezed around him once more.

“You like that? You like being my good girl?”

You bit your lip and nodded. “Fuck yes, danny. So good for you… just for you.”

He huffed a breath, holding you while he fucked up into your tight cunt, the pace of his thrusts bringing you closer to the edge. Your whines sounded pathetic even to you, but there was little you could do to stop them.

“My good girl,” he repeated. “Such a good little whore for me. Had you begging for my cock before i even touched you. Just so desperate to get this pretty little cunt railed. Fuck angel, you feel so good wrapped around me. So fucking tight and warm. Could stay inside you all day.”

You’d probably let him do exactly that. No. no, you’d absolutely let him. “Danny, baby. Please.” truthfully you didn’t know what you were begging for at that point. Was it for him to fuck you faster? Harder? Rougher? Were you telling him that you would give anything to feel him inside you at all times? Were you telling him to finish soon? Perhaps all of the above.

“What, angel? What do you need?” he looked over at the clock on the wall, checking to see how much time he had before he needed to be on the stage. Both of you had gotten lost in your pleasure, momentarily forgetting where you were and where he would soon need to be.

“More. just.. More.” you whimpered.

He nodded in agreement and gripped your waist with a firm grasp before rolling you over to lay back on the couch. Lifting one of your legs over his shoulder, he continued thrusting into you even harder and faster than before. The new angle allowed him to fuck you even deeper, granting you a feeling that had your jaw dropping and sent your eyes into the back of your head.

“God, danny, yes!”

Danny placed kisses along your leg while the thumb of his right hand came down to rub your clit. The combined sensations pushing you further to the edge. You could feel your orgasm growing, the warmth of your impending release flooding throughout your body. Danny’s thrusts had started losing their consistent rhythm, and that, paired with the persistent groans coming from his gorgeous mouth proved he was just as close as you were. You clenched around him to bring both of you closer.

“Oh fuck me angel.” he breathed out. His free hand came up to wrap around your throat, his grip firm on your skin. Your eyes fluttered shut, a soft, raspy whimper of his name leaving your lips. “Come on, baby. Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum on my cock.”

His words triggered your release, a shockwave running up and down your body and your vision turning white. You’d never felt such intensity, your moans and cries coming out against your will. Danny continued his thrusting as you finished, the added stimulation of where his hands were placed prolonging your orgasm.

“That’s it angel, so fucking good. So beautiful when you cum.” his praise made your heart flutter. He braced his right hand against the couch while his left moved to your hip, the contrast of the rough calluses on his hand feeling wonderful against your soft skin. “Fuck, i’m close. Gonna fill up this perfect fucking pussy.” the tight feeling of your cunt around him had him finishing shortly after, moaning out your name as he worked through his orgasm. You relished in the feeling of his warmth inside you.

Danny slowly pulled out of you, watching as his cum poured out of your hole. His thoughts getting the best of him, he used two of his fingers to fuck his release back into you, thinking nothing other than the desire to leave his mark there as long as he could. You felt the pressure building once more, knowing you wouldn’t be far from another orgasm, which didn’t go unnoticed by the man above you.

“I know you’re close, sweetheart. Gonna give me another? Come on, let me have it. We don’t have much time.”

With a few more pumps of his fingers, you felt yourself let go for a second time. Without hesitation, danny leaned down to lap at your throbbing core, sucking up a combination of your release and his. The sight alone blew your mind, never having expected him to do something like that. He moaned against you, licking every inch and refusing to leave a single drop. Your hand moved to tangle into his curls, pulling ever so slightly.

“Dan-danny, oh my- fuck.” you cried out.

Once he was finished, he lifted his head to look at you, enamored with the complete fucked out expression on your face. His own expression shifted to one that was more serious as he pointed to his face.

“Didn’t mess up the makeup, right? Wouldn’t want to ruin all your hard work.” he joked.

You both laughed and you shook your head, brushing a few stray hairs from his face. “Nope. you still look incredible.”

He smiled, bending down to kiss you. A knock on the door pulled you out of your bubble.

“Danny boy!” you heard jake yell. “Not sure if you forgot but we have to be on stage in front of a few thousand people like, now.”

Danny groaned as you chuckled, pushing him to sit up.

“Go,” you instructed. “I have a bit of cleaning up to do around here.”

He smiled at you, holding your face softly between his hands before kissing you a few more times. “Round two later? I wanna take my time with you.”

You watched as he put his stage pants on, noticing your shredded underwear sticking out of his now balled up sweatpants, and returned his smile. “Definitely. Now go be a rockstar.”

[tinydeskwriter]

Traitor: Who’s in My Bathroom

singer!reader

PART ONE

summary: just a little extra till part two. or, Y/n gets interviewed on her Grammy, her new record breaking EP, the end of her relationship with British Heartthrob Harry Styles, cheating, and her surprising pregnancy.  

word count: 2769

warning: angsty.

A/n: There is a especial participation by Hailey Bieber—because I love her—, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Dua Lipa, Gigi, Bella and Anwar Hadid are mentioned, Harry, Olivia and Jason too. This will kinda of put some light in how the break up happened, it’s Y/n version of what went down. On another note: you guys are giving me some amazing suggestions on who should be her next man, Michael B Jordan was a nice surprise, Chris Evans I kinda of imagined, Jack Harlow I wasn’t expecting, those three have been the most suggested and it's kind of even, I would like to throw in the mix Mark Ronson just because I find him pretty cute, he’s another known nice guy, and he’s in the music industry. et me know your favorite, and whoever shows up more is going to be the proud new man of a very gorgeous very talented Pop Icon.

Traitor Extra: Who’s in My Bathroom

“I think a lot of people probably want to know how we became friends.” Hailey said, they were making ice cream cookie sandwiches, all because Y/n had commented in their group chat that it was one of her biggest cravings during her pregnancy.

The singer was in a light blue linen top and long flow skirt ensemble with floral embroidery by Australian brand Fillyboo, a part of her pregnant belly adorably showing, her long hair in a braided crown and almost no makeup. She was impeccably beautiful with a maternal glow.

She was officially back in LA, and all the tabloids were reporting how she had bought a $20 million house in Chatsworth that formerly belonged to Frank Sinatra as her new home. 14 acres, two swimming pools and a sports court, with complete privacy and security, perfect for the Pop Icon to raise her baby in American territory. Of course, that was after reports that the 24 years old woman had bought a new £8 million home in London, close to Hyde Park.

“We met…it was through Gigi, and I met Gigi through Z, was it 2015? 2016?” Y/n looked at her friend, unsure of the right date. “It was right after the band went into a hiatus, and the guys started solo careers, I had just wrapped up my first world tour as a headliner, and we started spending more time in the States.”

At the time, she and Taylor Swift weren't really potential friends.

Y/n had met the singer around the time the older woman was dating Harry in 2012, and she and Harry started dating not long after Harry broke up with Taylor in 2013. It was safe to say that Y/n/n wasn't exactly welcome on the TS Squad.

Gigi ended up introducing her to her other friends, Hailey, Kendall, Kylie, and younger sister Bella, and they kind of became a group, with Hailey and Y/n naturally bonded over being the only ones not part of a sisterly duo.

“Gigi introduced you to the group...” Hailey nodded.

“We got really close because, well, Gigi always had Bella, Kendall had Kylie, we were the unpaired ones, and we kind of just started calling each other to hang out when we are in the same city.” Y/n commented with a smile, the sandwiches were ready. “This looks so good, you know this video is going to be just me eating, right?” The singer said.

Hailey laughed, lifting one of hers.

“Let's see if this tastes as good as it looks, cheers.” They smacked their ice cream sandwiches together as if it were a drink before taking their first bite.

Y/n moaned closing her eyes, making the blonde model laugh harder.

“That’s divine.” She looked at her friend. “I need to know where you bought this cookie.”

“As you are a very special guest, I made it myself.” Hailey said. “I’ll give you the recipe later.”

“I love you.” The singer said seriously, making her friend laugh.

They ate a whole ice cream sandwich for the cameras before Hailey went back to asking the questions.

“Recently there was the Grammy Awards.” The model said, eyeing her friend with a smile. “You took home five awards, being the most awarded artist of the night... how many Grammys do you have now, fifteen?”

Y/n had to contain the eye roll while Hailey contained the smile, Justin Bieber's wife knew exactly how many Grammys her friend had. How many times had they played around with the awards on drunken nights at the singer's house? Kendall and Hailey always came up with creative acceptance speeches that made the rest of the guests laugh themselves off the couch—Gigi had fallen off a high stool on one occasion—.

“Seventeen.” Y/n corrected with a small smile.

“And you also performed three new songs, Burned LA Down, Traitor and Good Enough, which are part of your EP Y/n Y/l/n Heartbreak Edition, Traitor became the most streamed song in the first 24 hours of release in Spotify's history... Which is really impressive, congratulations babe,” Hailey looked at her intensely, everything they were talking about had been discussed in advance. “The EP has a rather...melancholy theme.”

This time Y/n couldn't contain the eye roll at Hailey's subtleties, she had a smile on her face, which she knew wouldn't last long as they progressed with the subject. They were getting to the point where they needed to be. Y/n would not only talk about her successful EP, but also open up about the end of her relationship with Harry Styles. And she'd chosen Hailey, because she knew her friend would be empathetic, and stand by her corner, unlike everyone else who wanted an exclusive at the break up of the year —and boy, was Lia getting calls, radio hosts, tv hosts, even tell-all book deals—.

“We can be honest, the EP is about being cheated and left for someone else, and all the emotions and thoughts that come with that. Is pretty sad.” Y/n said with a small smile. “Some people talk bad about their ex on the internet, others write books, I'm a musician, I turned this painful experience into songs, I was surprised how fast the process was, it was therapeutic, I cried more than ever, everything was still very fresh in my memory.” She took a sip of the iced tea Hailey’s assistant brought her. “The ‘subject’ of those songs he’s not someone I was still getting to know when all that happened, it wasn't a brand new relationship, we've been together for nine years, we were engaged, we were renovating a house in London, we had plans to get married in 2022, we were trying to get pregnant.” The singer pointed to her growing belly.

“Did you suspect?”

“That he got into a affair with his much older director?” she asked with raised eyebrows, it was a rhetorical question, she knew exactly what Hailey was referring to. “No, I had no idea, we always planned our projects so that our schedules would fit around each other, Elvis was supposed to be filmed at the beginning of the year, but because of Covid, the filming was pushed to the end of 2020, he actually went with me to Australia, initially he was supposed to stay there with me until filming of My Policeman started in England this year, but then he joined this new movie project in September, because the original actor casted was fired, we were actively trying to make a baby, we talked about it, so it's safe to say the relationship wasn't on the rocks.” She made fun of what some blog ‘defending’ Holivia wrote. “He visited me in November, everything normal, nothing suspicious, nothing strange, we even talked about the plans for the wedding, my wedding gown was being designed by our friend, Alessandro Michele, that is the level of clueless about what was happening I was.” She gestured with her hands, a nervous habit. “It was a mutual friend of ours who first commented on their proximity, nothing even crossed my mind, I trusted him blindly, this is the man I am going to marry, I told this friend, I even defended her, can you imagine it? I went to dinner with her and her fiancé, I met her kids. I couldn't conceive of the idea that the two of them could be getting involved, emotionally, sexually or whatever…”

Harry and she had been having sex for the entire duration of her visit, no red flags had even hinted at what was to come. No text messages or calls at odd hours, no change in behavior, for all intents and purposes, he was still the guy who'd loved her since he was eighteen.

“When did you become suspicious?” Hailey questioned, because she already knew the story, she knew what was to come, and things only got worse.

“Her ex actually texted me by the end of November, she ended their more than a decade long relationship apparently out of the blue, and he was pretty sure something was happening between the two of them, and that's when I decided to talk with H, it was a video-call, and he completely dismissed the story.” She said with a bitter smile. “I already suspected I could be pregnant at the time, and this was the kind of news that is best given in person, silly me wanted him to be by my side when I took the pregnancy test, and a really small part of me was suspicious and wanted to see for myself what was going on.” Y/n controlled her own emotion by taking another sip of his tea. “What an idiot right? I wanted to surprise my fiancé but I was the one who got surprised.”

She could still vividly remember that day whenever she closed her eyes. She'd arrived in Los Angeles discreetly, James had given her spare keys to his Palm Springs house, and agreed to keep her arrival a surprise, he'd even commented that they should arrange to have dinner while she was in the country.

Hailey squeezed her friend's hand on the table in support.

“I got the key to the house he was staying in, it was another mutual friend of ours house in Palm Springs, we were engaged, we shared more than four houses, it was supposed to be a nice surprise, why wouldn't I get the key to the house he was staying, right?”

“Did you catch them both in the act?” the model asked wide-eyed.

She'd never heard the story in so many details before, and it was the first time Y/n herself was opening up to her, she'd learned everything from Gigi and Bella, not wanting to press the pregnant woman — of course, they had Y/n's permission, so  she didn't have to go on telling friend to friend what had happened—.

Y/n laughed lightly at her friend's expression.

“Not in the act, I didn’t caught them fucking, but she was there, it was too early to be a social visit, and she was only dressed in one of his shirts, I think you can imagine what they probably were doing before.” The singer shuddered just remembering the scene. “The best part? It was a DIY shirt I had sewn for him during quarantine...”

Hailey stared at her with her mouth open and eyebrows raised. “What a bastard! I’am sorry, but he is, and she is worthless… You know what? They both are garbage, stinking garbage.” She said the second part to the camera, Y/n almost laughed at how her friend—one of the sweetest and kindest people she knew—was so outraged for her that she called her ex and his current girlfriend ‘stinking garbage’. “What happened then?”

“She left, we talked, more like he spoke and I stood there without a reaction, I didn't know what to say, my entire world collapsed at that moment.” She said with teary eyes. “There was the guy I'd been with since I was sixteen, my first everything, my first kiss, my first boyfriend, my first sex, my best friend and the person I thought I'd marry, we had a life together, nine years when you're still in your mid-twenties is a long time, especially for this industry standard.” She took a moment to breathe. “And he’s saying a lot of things, and the only thing I can understand is that that's the end of our relationship, he wants to try new things, explore this new feeling, and in my head the only thing that translates is: you're not good enough for him.” Y/n accepted a tissue and dried the stubborn tears. “Two days later he was with her, they were a couple, officially dating, the same friend who first told me about them getting close called to tell me.” She learned that they were officially together because Glenne, not wanting her to be caught off guard when the news got out, informed her. “How can you claim to love someone and move on so fast? Cross that, he moved on when we were still together.”

The other woman shook her head in disapproval as some camera crew assistants dried their faces. It was difficult to exist and never have read an article about Harry Styles and Y/n Y/l/n, the it couple of the music industry, the British Heartthrob and the British Songbird.

“Did you tell him you thought you were pregnant?” Hailey asked, their hands still connected.

“At what point? After I had already being dismissed like old news? I left without looking back, I just wanted to cry for my broken heart and the death of my happiness in privacy.” Y/n boarded the first helicopter out of Palm Springs and back to Los Angeles.

“When did you confirm the pregnancy?”

“The day after he went public with her at his manager wedding, I was staying with the Hadid’s in Pennsylvania, I left LA and went straight to Zayn and Gigi, it got to the point that I could no longer ignore the very real possibility that I might be pregnant, I was positively panicking, I don’t have a family, so I would be completely alone if wasn’t for them, Zayn got in touch with Niall, they are both by my side when Gigi's midwife confirmed it and did my first ultrasound.” Y/n dried her face and tried to smile. “It was the most emotional and also the saddest moment of my life, naively I aways thought that I would have the love of my life by my side when I found out I am pregnant with our babies.”

“Have you tried to contact him after?” Hailey asked, even her eyes are watery by this point, the two were ignoring the cameras, just talking like they would if they were catching up.

“I tried calling once, as he wouldn’t reply my texts.” She said. “Niall insisted, but he was extremely cold, he spoke to me as if he had never loved me, as if I was nothing to him. He literally said we'd better keep in touch through our lawyers to sort it all out, he was pretty much talking only about the material stuff, because 'she' wasn't comfortable with the two of us keeping touch.” Y/n wiped away some insistent tears. “I didn't even recognize him, I was like, have I been drunk, have I been blind our entire relationship? This isn't the sweet guy I fell for. All kinds of thoughts and scenarios go throughs your head in a situation like that, especially when you are a overthinking: What if he rejected my babies? What if they weren't good enough, like I wasn’t? What if he got tired of them, like he got tired of me? What if he had other children in the future, and mine were never a priority of his? We see that all the time in society, and I didn't want to force my kids into that kind of heartbreak, It's better not to have a father than be constantly disappointed, and honestly, the person who broke up with me is not someone I want around my children, and let alone that woman.”

Y/n chuckled lightly as she remembered when she first met Olivia, then with Jason, when the entire cast went out to dinner at a nice restaurant on Sunset.

“Do you want to hear something positively hilarious?” She asked, Hailey just looked at her, a tiny smile. “When I first met her, during a visit to LA, we all went out to dinner, the whole cast, her fiancé was together, and we chatted most of the night, he's an amazing guy, Chris Pine too, so smart and funny, and when we'd got home, H... he was dying of jealousy because I confessed that growing up I had this massive crush on both Jason Sudeikis and Chris Pine.” The singer gave a sarcastic laugh. “He was jealous of a teenage crush, while he was probably already cheating on me with her.”

Hailey rolled her eyes.

“The male ego is toxic.”

“Do not tell me.”

“Changing the subject a little.” Hailey said with a smile. “You always use plural when mentioning your baby, this is a way of not giving away the gender, or...”

Y/n smiled genuinely big.

“I’am having twins.” She laughed as Hailey gave a squeal of joy and hugged her friend. “So far I think only Z, Ni, Gigi and Bells knew...I lie, Anwar and Dua too, they were there when Ni found out about it, and girl...that Irishman is scandalous.”

[senorboombastic]

Listening Post - October 2023

Words: Andy Hughes Here we are then. It’s October already and spooky season is upon us. But for us, it’s another month, which means another Birthday Cake For Breakfast playlist is ready to go. 20 tunes, old and new, featuring only the choicest cuts – some of the stuff we’ve been loving of late. Dutch post-punk, New York jazz, African psych, 70s Italian cinema scores… it’s all here for your…

[hibernationsuit]

oc interview

tagged by wonderful @katsigian thank u so much <3

tagging @westernwind-s @elmshore @quickhacked @farharbour @darkfire1177 @reaperkiller @dekarios @ncytiri @artbyeloquent @envergothash and anyone else who wants to do this (and also no pressure to do this abdbfjfjfj)

Anyway Klara time <333

Name: Klara Berg (pronounced in a swedish way, she Will correct you and make you say it that way)

Nickname: Kay is the only one she is okay with! Though she also loves 'Cinnamon Roll' which is more of a private nickname btwn her & Tobias

Gender: Trans woman, she/her pronouns

Star Sign: Capricorn

Height: 5'7" / 170 cm

Orientation: Biromantic Demisexual

Nationality/Ethnicity: American-Swedish

Fave Fruit: Apples, strawberries, bananas, peaches

Fave Season: Late summer / early autumn

Fave Flower: Tulips

Fave Scent: Coffee, freshly baked apple pie or cinnamon rolls, newspapers, lemon scent in her hand cream

Coffee, Tea, or HC: COFFEE!!!! though she also drinks white tea as part of her evening routine

Average Hours of Sleep: 6 hours, 9 on weekends

Dog or Cat Person: cat person :) the only dog she likes is Anubis

Dream Trip: she doesn't like traveling that much :((( but um. weekend in a grand colonial hotel's penthouse mayhaps

Favourite Fictional Character: She really liked one serial's detective character at some point <3

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: 1

Random Fact: I already mentioned her being secretlh a personal finances guru in an ask game so you'll get a much cooler fact. She can play several instruments but her favorite is bass guitar, and she used to play in a band during university :3

[ankmankpank]

Summer with 4*town🤍

♫ Real Love Baby by Father John Misty

Singing one of the band’s fuckboy songs with Aaron T. on the street, who you spent the weekend with. Not just with him, but his family since they invited you over. After the two of you played with his little brothers, helped his mother make dinner and grilled with his father in the garden, you lay down on his bed, limbs all over the sheets as you two fall asleep. Correction, you three. Which is, his smallest brother between the two of you, head on T.’s chest but legs on yours.

♫ Kids by MGMT

Going to a playground in the woods with Tae Young, the two of you trying to climb everything in there before you set up a picnic in the grass. Just you, him and the unnecessarily much food he bought. Though it ended up being just enough, since by his decision, you two ended up watching the sunset too by the beach next to the woods. And after the much tries of trying to get a good picture of the pink colors on the sky, you went home with him and slept on the couch. To be woken up to him kicking you in the throat, but that’s another case..

♫ Cold Water by Major Lazer

Going to the park because you asked Aaron Z. to play basketball with you. He has his own court at his house, sure, but yay other people!! He’s not so happy about them but decides to go with you, for you anyway. Deep down he knew that at the end of the day you would get tired of it anyway, no matter if he let you win or not. So, he can buy ice cream for you. And insist on paying, even if you shove the money into his hand he will put it back into your wallet when you’re not looking. Oh, and let’s not forget, he won’t forget the look on your face when he got twirly ice cream taller than his head, and ate it within ten minutes while walking home.



♫ Let Me Love You by DJ Snake

Going wall climbing with Robaire, him always laughing at you when you fall, but never failing to catch your hand in time if he’s close enough. If not, then he just falls after you, seeing no issue in starting over. You two have all day, he cleared his schedule for the day just for you! He goes shirtless after a while because it’s hot, but on the way to the car to put his shirt down, you two decide to go on a ride instead. Sunset, rich ass car, Robaire himself, you, perfect summer day.

♫ Ready or Not by Bridgit Mendler

You and Jesse had the idea of going into an adventure park for a long time, and finally living with it. Just the two of you, in shorts and sleeveless shirts, looking best on Jesse sadly, high in the woods. He goes first to tell you how to do it and how easy it is, though he also likes laughing at you being scared at some extra hard parts. He always catches you when he can, so it’ll be easier for you and you know he’s there, which is not hard to notice because fuck he looks hot. It was a long day of Jesse being sweet, then teasing because he saw how you looked at the women who were looking at him, but it was definitely good.

♫ Best Day Of My Life by American Authors

Going to the beach with all of the boys together, that being the only plan for the day. It being spent by watching Z. eat the ice cream what was longer than his head in one sitting(Ik I already mentioned this but cmon I just know this man eats bigass foods everytime he has the chance😭), Z. and T. throwing you into the water then laughing at you, Robaire putting sunscreen on you back GOD ROBAIRE putting sunscreen ON YOUR BACK before you two lay down and talk, catching fish with Tae in little trash cans you two bought just for that, poking the water and poor fishes with the reed with Aaron T., then at the end of the day, getting on Jesse’s jetski, hugging him from the back as he tells you stories about the members.

[licncourt]

Any modern AU wedding HCs? 👀

Aww, yes! I should have done this before tbh

They have their wedding in a beautiful historic French Quarter building. During the planning, Louis gets kind of down about not being able to have a proper Catholic wedding in a church, but his sister and Lestat do everything they can to make the venue look traditional. They also find a priest from the American National Catholic Church to officiate with similar rites, which isn't quite the same, but the gesture is very much appreciated and Louis isn't even weird about it.

Rather than a big wedding party, Louis has his sister with him at the altar and Lestat has Gabrielle. They have shared custody of Daniel the ring-bearer. Lestat REALLY wanted Mojo in the wedding, but he was kind of alone in that. He came to the reception for a while though.

Lestat loved to make big extravagant wedding plans when he was younger without thinking he'd ever get married and Louis never planned anything but always assumed he would (to a woman), so it's an unexpectedly emotional process.

There was some arguing about who was The Bride, but in the end they both have cream tuxedos for the ceremony and it's very elegant but still a tiny bit non-traditional. Lestat has three outfits for the reception though and only two are tasteful.

Everyone is worried about Lestat getting out of control with the open bar, but it's Louis who ends up getting excited and drinking too much. He holds it together for the guests but by 10pm he's fighting for his life.

Lestat is bridezilla, but Louis ends up more invested than he's willing to admit. He totally doesn't even want a big wedding but he's keeping an eye on those gardenias. And perhaps the catering. For quality control obviously.

No consensus was reached on the cake so it's half chocolate and strawberry-champagne, split vertically down the middle even though it's a tiered cake. It's easier to pay the baker a premium than to bitch it out.

The best wedding photos are the candids because anytime Louis sees a camera he freezes and stares really stiffly and awkwardly into the lens. He has to be secretly captured in footage like a nesting pelican on a wildlife camera.

Lestat gets to sing ONE song at the reception with his band but he gives it his all, that's for sure. His shirt is not all the way on by the end. Louis finds it charming but he is also very drunk by that point so he's just having a good time.

Their honeymoon is two weeks in Italy, which is a compromise because Louis wanted one week (workaholic home enjoyer) and Lestat wanted a month (obviously). They rent a fancy villa in the Tuscan countryside that's a short drive to Florence. They spend 50% of the trip consummating the marriage, 45% on all normal honeymoon activities, and Lestat spends the last 5% facetiming everyone he knows without any regard for the time difference.

[may--hawk]

clawed dreams all (an always crashing digression)

you guys I am so sorry about this but:

Hell’s annual offices parties have been in the form of a carnival for, oh, millennia. Except it’s Hell, so, you know. This year, the prizes are somebody’s idea of a sick joke, the only kind Hell knows, really. The only prizes available at this year’s carnival are...a host of stuffed angel effigies arranged on the back walls, each of them bearing an unsettling resemblance to one angel or another, all of them unspeakably vulgar. Crowley’s got to win the Aziraphale one, just so he can see the angel’s face when he brings it back.

A completely gratuitous, self-indulgent spinoff of footnote #34 in always crashing (in the same car). For Benjamental, who keeps encouraging my weird head-canon of Hell’s annual office parties.

(I promise, back to our regularly scheduled programming soon)

One of the advantages of the annual Hell parties was that, being Hellish, they were always ahead of the trend. 1 Sometimes too far ahead. For instance, the dance rave in 1346 complete with plague masks and real live plague rats. Crowley’s never been sure, but he thinks Pestilence had let a few plague rats escape the buffet line when Beelzebub’s back was turned, and, well, there you were. There was the sock hop Hell had in 902 BC. 2 Or the MTV themed party in 32. At least the variety was something. Rather unmercifully, somewhere around the 1500s, Satan had developed a mania for carnivals, so the yearly ‘do became a carnival, and did not stop.3 Satan had particularly enjoyed the American mid-2000s carnivals, full of flashing neon lights and nauseating rides and a bevy of fried foods. All the bands played “The Devil Went Down to Georgia,” with new and improved lyrics. Hell’s carnivals had all kinds of things: carousels, 4 freak shows, 5 the holy water dunk tank of Erics. The hall of mirrors was not to be thought of.

All Hell turned out. It was compulsory.

In the mid nineteenth century, Crowley had shown up as bidden. 6 Demons of every shape and size swarmed the midway, clutching ice cream cones that melted down your hands (or claws, or talons, or flippers) as soon as you took them, ganged up to jeer back at the demons running the booths (torture duty, it was considered, manning them). This particular year, though, Satan, tired of winning all of the games, every year,7 had sat the year out. Satan had told them all at the opening ceremonies he wanted to see a little more initiative out of the demons. “It should hurt you if you don’t win,” he’d said, grinning.

Crowley’d skulked around the edges of the carnival, considering and passing up in turn the ring toss (Cerebus was not letting anyone win that one), the shooting galley (the splatter was disgusting) and the duck game (Dagon was a shoe-in; she rose to the surface as Crowley passed, hissing, her teeth full of feathers). Besides, the prizes were, as far as he could tell, the same across every booth. It was somebody’s idea of a sick joke, the only kind Hell knew, really.8 The only prizes available at this year’s carnival were …a host of stuffed angel effigies arranged on the back walls, each of them bearing an unsettling resemblance to one angel or another, and each of them unspeakably vulgar. They’re being handed out by the surly demons behind the counter who took your tickets and a bit of your skin, or scales, or feathers with them.9

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