#Tibbs&Rose

[rottedbrainz]

Dearest darlingest mootie what is Tibbs's relationship with Floyd? Does his fatherly protectiveness apply to both of his daughters or does he just not like Rand specifically 🤔

(Sent as anon bc sideblog 😔)

—posie💐♥️

Fatherly protectiveness?

Wdym?

He loves Floyd! They get along very well and Tibbs is happy to call him his son in law. They even "hallucinate" together every now and then :D👍

Though he was probably pretty worried whenever Janice told him he already had a kid (Animal). But Floyd gave Tibbs a first good impression, and the two have been cool since. I'd like to think he'd invite Floyd to guys night too catch a break from Animal.

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Specifically does not like Rand. It's a grudge Tibbs holds against Randall and it'll probably take some huge family drama for Tibbs to forgive and forget Rand. I mean Tibbs should forgive and forget at this point since the poor grouch gave him grand kids.

Like come on, how can you hold a grude against this? 🥺☺️

[vandaliatraveler]

Shameless opportunist,

Bequeath your heathen seed

To impoverished clay and dirt

Who would have guessed

That one day would sprout

This starry-eyed flirt,

Giddy harlot born of worthless dirt.

I freely give thy heart to thee, Rose Pink (Sabatia angularis), nom de plume Rose Gentian.

[palettepainter]

@rottedbrainz have a work doodle of younger Rose and Tibbs eating a toasted sandwich in the airport

Ps you should all go read their story on AO3 about their OC’s meeting it’s super cute!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48482986

[goatcheesecak3]

Sleepyheads

Adam Stanheight x F!reader (ft. Scott Tibbs)

fic type: fluff

warnings: alcohol

summary: your boyfriend, Adam comes home from a night of Drinking with his best friend, Scott, and it's up to you to babysit them.

Dating Adam Stanheight was an interesting experience, to put it in simple terms. You’d known him as a friend for a while, and in that time he was a rather loud and lairy character, never not out raising hell with his best friend, Scott Tibbs. However, one night after attending a show together, Adam had crashed at your apartment. One on one, he was more gentle, his rough edges seemed sanded down and soft to the touch. It was like a dog that always has it’s hackles up letting you stroke it for the first time. Ever since you’d seen that side of Adam, you’d had a soft spot for him, and he you. It wasn’t long after that that the two of you started dating.

A few months down the road, Adam had invited you to come to one of Scott’s gigs, but feeling groggy from working late the night before, you instead opted to stay home and get an early night. It had been agreed that once the gig was over, Adam would come round to sleep at your apartment, since you lived closer and it saved money for a taxi. Which brings us up to speed.

Curled up in bed, you heard the front door to your apartment open, followed by heavy inconsiderate footsteps from large black boots. A pair of ebrious voices cackled at something, before one of them blurted out

“yo, seriously, Adam, you hit the jackpot with y/n, I mean, look at how nice this place is”

It would have appeared that Adam had brought Scott along with him.

You were never Scott’s biggest fan, but you had to admit, that comment made you smile. Scott wasn’t the type to be complimentary, especially when it came to the matter of his friends having partners. He thought guys went all soft and stopped being fun once they got into relationships, so it was a surprise to hear him say that his best friend of all time had “hit the jackpot” with you, even if it was just because you had a nice home.

“I’m telling you, dude, she’s the best. Always got like, snacks and shit for me, it always smells nice in here and- man, feel how soft this couch is” you heard Adam respond, accompanied by two hefty thuds as their bodies hit the sofa, followed by some sleepy and satisfied groans at how comfy the sofa was on their tired bones.

You decided that, as much as this was entertaining, you’d never get to sleep if you let those idiots stay up all night testing out your furniture, so instead you did what you knew best: babysit drunk punk guys until they fall asleep. You headed down the hall into the living room where Adam immediately rose to his feet excitedly, grabbing you and pulling you into a drunken embrace.

“y/n! I missed you, baby- aw shit did we wake you up? I’m sorry, baby I jus-” you interrupted him with a peck on the lips, he had a tendency to ramble when he was drunk.

“It’s fine, babe” you tuned your attention towards Scott (who appeared to be prodding a basket of potpourri that sat on your coffee table, clearly he had no idea what the hell it was), “Scott, do you wanna stay here tonight? You don’t look sober enough to walk home”

“see dude! I told you she’d be okay with it, isn’t y/n just the best” Adam grinned excitedly, squeezing your waist and swaying a little to keep his balance.

“Thanks, y/n” Scott said, his tone far more upbeat than you were used to. “y’know, I’m glad you’re dating Adam. I guess you’re  kinda cool- and Adam’s way less of an uptight asshole now that he’s getting laid”

Adam kicked Scott’s shins as you rolled your eyes with a slight chuckle. That was the closest you’d ever gotten to a compliment from Scott.

“You boys just sit down for a minute, alright? I’ll go see if I’ve got any microwave pizzas or something to help you sober up” you said, helping a very inebriated and clumsy Adam back onto the sofa. He sort of toppled onto Scott, and you could hear the pair of them giggling like schoolboys about something or other as you made your way to the kitchen.

Adam and Scott had been best friends since they were 5 years old, and that was clear to anyone who spent any amount of time in the same room as them. Separately, Adam was quite reserved and Scott was aloof and a bit miserable, but together they were like happy little children. As you watched two mini pizzas turning around in the microwave, it was hard for you to picture to punk guys in their mid twenties drinking beer and talking about boobs sitting on your sofa, when the sound of their childlike sniggering and petty teasing rung throughout the apartment. It was sweet, in a way.

After a few minutes had passed, you brought out the two pizzas on a plate ready to hand to them, only to be met with an adorable sight. Both men were passed out, Scott’s head thrown back snoring loudly, his arm around Adam, who had been resting his head on Scott’s chest. They were out cold.

You placed the plate on the coffee table for them to discover in the morning, and pulled an old blanket over the sleepy friends. You stopped to take in the sweet moment, before picking up Adam’s camera and snapping a quick picture to embarrass them with at some point. Then, finally you headed to bed and got some well deserved rest.

[atlasventuress]

To be loved ,

Is to be known.

° - After the events of Saw , (in a universe where Adam also survived the bathroom with the help of John Kramer) Adam Stanheight and Lawrence Gordon found themselves frequently meeting up (as a way to kill time or because they missed the others company, neither really knew the answer) , albeit discreetly. Adam suggested an empty alleyway that no one used , Lawrence suggested (and went with) Hotel Barfly.

° - Much to Adam's dismay, he would've liked to smoke a cigarette and witness the beauty that was of Lawrence Gordon. The high would've made him look more ethreal than he already was.

° - Their chats consisted of, "How are you doing?" or "Just checking in." To Lawrence, these meet ups seemed normal. From a doctors perspective, checking in on someone's well-being was a second instinct. It just occurred naturally. He'd save Adam the boredom of oncology. No rebellious, smoking man would want to hear about how he had a follow-up with a patient who’s been in remission for a year after he treated his colorectal cancer.

° - And he'd save Adam the sob story of his divorce from Alison and losing custody of Diana, but it felt nice when Adam would give him a gentle smile and promise it'd work out. Then prepare him some spaghetti to cheer him up. Soon thereafter, Lawrence began looking forward to meeting with Adam every week. (Not just because of Adam's good cooking, which surprised Lawrence too.)

° - But to Adam, this was like being handed a new lens, one that brought the blurry edges of his life into sharp focus. It was new. And it confused Adam at first. What do you mean you can get to know each other... Without sex?

° - Sometimes Adam would get suspicious. This was too good to be true. And the suspicions only rose up once both of them established a relationship. It caught Lawrence off guard, since Adam would do a lot, and then ask him if they could watch a movie together at the end of the day. His concerns only rose up when he and Adam were cleaning, Adam washing the dishes, and Lawrence reached over Adam to grab a cup to fill with water. And Adam flinched. He dropped the plate in his hand, and covered his face with his arms.

° - It seemed like a reflex. And watching Adam scramble to pick up the pieces of what was once a plate, murmuring apologies over and over again, made something inside of Lawrence tick. Adam, the one who would flip off cops ("Adam stop-" "What? It's funny as shit."), worked as Jigsaws personal photographer, often smirking when those victims got put into traps and made crude and sarcastic comments about it, was acting like a feeble child who was afraid.

° - Lawrence had remembered when Adam mentioned his punk vegan ex-girlfriend breaking up with him because she thought he was too angry, and assumed there might've been something that happened between them, but he quickly thought against it. After all, she broke up with him. Then it clicked.

Scott Tibbs.

° - "Yeah, me and Scott were friends for years. He did stab me with a rusty nail on my 8th birthday, but he claimed it was to 'toughen me up', whatever the fuck that means. We got together when we were in high school. Broke up after four years. I still talked to him, but I haven't heard from him in a while. I used to do photoshoots for his shit band. "

° - Lawrence felt that there was something off about that guy. And he never met him. He eventually asked Adam, who brushed off the subject. But Lawrence continued to ask. Adam sat him down one night, and told him the complete story.

° - "When I met Scott, both of us had bad home lives. My deadbeat dad would beat me and my mom up to a pulp, and his mom was an alcoholic who constantly had guys over. I think she was a prostitute. Because of how similar we were, we stuck close. I almost cut him off that one time he stabbed me with a nail. We would vandalize properties, he'd bring his mom's liquor, and I'd sneak my dad's cigarettes. One night, while we were absolutely wasted and on cloud nine, we kissed. Of course we had sex before, but that wasn't.. romantic, you know? When he kissed me, I finally felt what my dumbass mom and shitass dad lacked."

° - "We were together for the entirety of high school. And when we graduated, we both ran away. I mean, who the fuck wants to deal with that shit of a homelife. It wasn't until we were both on our own that he started to change. He would yell, sure, but he never laid a hand on me with the intent of hurting me." ("But he stabbed you with a nail-") "... He became manipulative, emotionally distant, selfish, rude, narcissistic. Even his own friends didn't like him. The beatings became regular, and I'm a twink for fucks sake, and I got used to it. Pretty sure he stuck around for the sex. I mean, that's what he said I was good for. Nothing else. I cut it off. But I could never really cut him out of my life, you know? How can you ghost a guy who's seen you at your worst, after you dad beat you up and you were black and blue. I don't know. "

° - Adam paused. "This is the longest I've ever spoken about my trauma I don't like it." Lawrence would simply chuckle and pull him for a hug. And Adam, for once, didn't push him off after a couple of seconds, but rather let himself go slack in the embrace.

° - The smell of that dad cologne mixed with cinnamon always managed to calm his nerves down. He didn't feel scared to ask for simple things anymore. The trauma that came from his childhood and dating Scott Tibbs that shaped his personality and the way he was soon deteriorated in Lawrence's presence.

° - "To be loved, is to be known. " is what his mom once said. And for years he pondered on that thought. This was love.

° - Who needs trust exercises when you can both just go through similar trauma together?

[rxoxsxy]

Introduction

Name: Rose/Rosy or Scott! (I've started going by Scott recently so like feel free to call me that :3)

About Me: My favorite color is purple, I LOVE buffalo chicken dip 🤤🤤🤤, I'm on the autism spectrum, I'm from America, I'm queer, minor (I don't care if adults interact with me, but don't be weird)

My Interests:

Movies: Saw franchise, Cooties, Dying Breed, Insidious (at this point just whatever leigh whannell is in), Scream, Just Desserts, etc.

Video Games: FNAF, BATIM, Cuphead, Undertale, etc.

Music: ARCTIC MONKEYS!!! Laufey, Mustard Service, Sleep Token, Pierce the Veil, Limp Bizkit, Sublime (if anyone has music recommendations pls give me some cause i need to expand)

SAW!!! ^-^

|| I love Saw so much, so here's just a little section of my favorite/least favorite things within the franchise ||

Favorite Movies: Saw V, Saw VI

Favorite Characters (no particular order): Adam Stanheight, Lindsey Perez, Mallick Scott, Scott Tibbs

Favorite Traps: Water Cube, Shotgun Carousel

Favorite Apprentice: Mark Hoffman

Favorite Survivor: Lawrence Gordon

Least Favorite Movie: NONE they're all good

Least Favorite Trap: Public Execution Trap (Saw 3D)

DNI: Rac1sts/H0mophobes/PDF files/etc.

that's all for my DNI really, just don't be a dick 🫶🏽

OKAY I THINK THAT'S ALL??? I'll come back to make this aesthetic and shit but i'm just trying to get this out cause i needed to do my intro. IF THERE'S ANYTHING I REMEMBER TO ADD LATER I WILL, BUT BYE FOR NOW! >0<

[billystoilet]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences.

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence. Major Character Death.

Categories: M/M. F/M. Other.

Fandoms: Saw (Movies). Insidious (Movies).

Relationships: Adam Faulkner-Stanheight/Lawrence Gordon.

Characters: Adam Faulkner-Stanheight. Lawrence Gordon. Diana Gordon. Alison Gordon. Amanda Young. Mark Hoffman. Allison Kerry. David (Saw 0.5). Specs (Insidious). Scott Tibbs. Original Characters.

Language: English

Words: 5,015

**

“I-I wouldn’t lie to you.”

The words repeated over and over in Adam's head, stinging his aching heart as bile rose and settled in his throat. Ricocheting off the walls, echoing louder and louder even though they were only in his mind. He could feel his chest wavering while he tried to catch his breath through the fever, but not even the sound of his ragged breath could subdue Lawrence's voice. Adam was losing track of time and how long he'd been stuck in place as the pitch black swallowed everything around him, but the ticking clock kept going. Synchronizing and pulsing with his heartbeat, which only made his head spin more.

He felt as if his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets as they strained to overlook the darkness, growing a headache that he could feel in the deep depths of his whole cranium. He leaned his head back against the tile, resting the side of his head against what he could only assume was a pipe and squeezed his eyes shut.

He needed to get out of there.

The pressure in his stomach quivered dangerously and it took all of his strength to swallow the tension down, chin shivering through the need to vomit. In fact, his whole body was shivering; tears streaming down his face, knees shaking where they were pressed against his chest and teeth chattering to the point his jaw ached. Adam knew he was losing blood fast, but his focus on the ghost of Lawrence's voice couldn't cease as it was the only thing from making him truly lose his mind.

Or he had already lost his mind.

The glow-in-the-dark paint on the wall had been Adam's only source of light in the couple of hours after the door closed, but it wasn't long before it completely faded and the room had been just as dark as it was when he first woke up. Because of the lack of sight, Adam found his other senses to refine too quickly than he would've wanted and his suffering only heightened. The air's corpse smell only worsened, the blood on his hands and the dirt under his nails felt thicker, the void of silence could only throb louder.

He really needed to get out of there.

The rough metal of the shackle bit into Adam's ankle every time he tried to pull on the chain, a bruised ache forming around his gaunt bones. Rationally, he knew if he kept pulling on it then he could injure himself further, but it was that he wasn't rationally thinking. All he knew was that he wanted the chain off. Soon, there was a warm substance of what could only be blood start to build around his ankle and roll down his foot that made him stop short for a moment. He thought it was a good idea at first, pull on the chain until something happened, but he only stopped when a loud crack echoed in the room and his legs folded under him. Punching the floor, he angrily screamed until he could barely catch his breath, but only ended up crying, curled as tightly as he could on his side.

That fucking sucked.

Sitting now in silence besides his erratic breathing, Adam thought about the time he went to the beach as a kid. He wasn't sure why it came to mind so suddenly, but the memory seemed so vivid. He remembers how his family didn't normally have opportunities to do fun things like going to the beach together—his dad always either too busy getting drunk or too busy at work or just plain right too uninterested—but it was a day he couldn't forget. He was only six years old, straying from his brothers as he was so confident that he was old enough to be out on his own. Walking out in the shore a piece of seaweed had wrapped around his ankle just in time before a wave came and knocked him down. All he could think of was how cold the water was.

Maybe that's why the memory resurfaced so clearly. The way his fingers were trembling, the hairs on his arms standing straight up, his teeth chattering and his lungs growing tight like he was drowning. In his daze, he found it hard telling apart the memory from what he's seeing right in front of him—if he could see at all, at least. The shackle around his ankle shifted from the cold, sturdy feeling to soft and slimy with the likeness of seaweed.

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MUSES:

BLAIR WITCH:

Ellis Lynch, Lane

FINAL DESTINATION:

Billy Hitchcock, Rory Peters, Frankie Cheeks, Ian McKinley, Olivia Castle, Peter Friedkin

INSIDIOUS:

Foster Lambert, The Lipstick-Face Demon, Steven "Specs" Stanheight-Faulkner

LOLLIPOP CHAINSAW:

Juliet Starling, Swan

POPPY PLAYTIME:

CatNap, Poppy

RESIDENT EVIL:

Ashley Graham, Clancy Jarvis, Ethan Winters, Luis Serra Navarro, Salvatore Moreau, Zoe Baker

SAW:

Adam Stanheight-Faulkner, Cecilia Pederson, David Stanheight-Faulkner, Lark Mason, Logan Nelson, Lynn Denlon, Mallick Scott, Mitchell "Chell" Smith, Peter Strahm, Scott Tibbs

SHROOMS:

Tara

SILENT HILL:

Eddie Dombrowski, James Sunderland, Travis Grady

THE QUARRY:

Bobby Hackett, Chris Hackett, Dylan Lenivy, Jacob Custos, Max Brinley

THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE:

Edith Rose Sawyer/Heather Miller, Robert "Chop Top" Sawyer

UNTIL DAWN:

Chris Hartley, Jessica Riley, Matt Taylor, Mike Munroe

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ASKS: 42

DRAFTS: 9

STARTERS OWED: 3

[lauralot89]

Named Ginger Cats in Live Action Films A-M

I’m compiling a database of every ginger cat in the media. See the master post for all forms of media here.

N-Z appear in their own post because this post contained too many links for Tumblr. The cat from Breakfast at Tiffany's is on the named list because I have too many unnamed film cats already. Garfield is listed under comic strips. Azrael is listed under Animated Shows.

If I am missing any ginger cats, please comment so it can be added to the list.

Yes, some of these cats are in black and white films. But they're played by a cat named Orangey, so they're on the list.

Ambrose (The Nine Lives of Christmas and The Nine Kittens of Christmas)

Antonia (Hachi: A Dog's Tale)

Arabella (The Harvey Girls)

Arthur (A Meowy Christmas)

Arthur (Snatched)

Ayatollah (Diva)

Babe (Enemy of the State)

Bartleby (Murder of a Cat)

Bernard (Failing Better Now)

Big Fella (Gloria)

Bleecker (Gone Girl)

Bob (A Street Cat Named Bob)

Boo (Man's Best Friend)

Boris (Meet Dave)

Buford (Drop Zone)

Butch (The Incredible Shrinking Man)

Buttercup (The Hunger Games)

Casanova (Minoes)

Cat (Breakfast at Tiffany's)

Chino (Chino's Tale)

Chloe (Willard)

Clementine (Visit to a Small Planet)

Cleopatra (The Comedy of Terrors)

Comet (The Nine Kittens of Christmas)

Cool Cat (Cool Cat Saves the Kids)

Crookshanks (Harry Potter)

Drachma (Gremlins)

Duman (Kedi)

Erhardt (Explorers)

Felix (Arachnophobia)

General Sterling Price (True Grit and Rooster Cogburn)

Ginger (Darby O'Gill and the Little People)

Ginger (Deja Vu)

Ginger (Five Little Peppers)

Goose (Captain Marvel)

Gracie (Love Stinks)

Greta (Taxidermia)

Grover (Roxanne)

Higbert (Midnight Express)

John Paul Jones (Cat People)

John Wayne (The Courtyard)

Jonesy (Alien and Aliens)

Kevin (A Meowy Christmas)

Kichi (Osôshiki)

Kitty (Seven Dead in the Cat's Eye)

Kitty Kitty (The War of the Roses)

Lala (Charlie Chan and the Curse of the Dragon Queen)

Leonardo (Casanova's Big Night)

Linda Blair (Always)

Little Prince Albert (Beverly Hills Chihuahua 2)

Lloyd (Cat)

Meatball (Anger Management)

Meghan (Cat Power)

Milo (The Adventures of Milo and Otis)

Minerva (Our Miss Brooks)

Mitchell (An Unfinished Life)

Mr. Freckles (Christmas Everlasting)

Mr. Tibbs (The Spiderwick Chronicles)

Mr. Whiskers (The Voices)

Mrs. Buttersworth (Big Ass Spider!)

Mittens (A Thousand Words)

Monty (Within)

Mouschi (The Diary of Anne Frank)

Muffin (The Slumber Party Massacre)

[lou-bonfightme]

Hades, Belle, and Marie (with Berlioz helping sorta, he's probs in the group chat and never says anything but puts a thumbs up react every now and then) are hosting a surprise-ish birthday for Toulouse's 30th.

This is not an admin sanctioned event, but I am hoping to do some RPing with it anyway. :) Right now, I just wanted to put out the guest list, because there is a +1 rule that I want to organize before the actual event!

Please find invites below the cut. If your character is side by side with someone, that means they have an automatic +1 -- ie: Marie and Dipper. The person on the left is the one that was invited, person on the right is the +1. If your character is on a row by themselves, they have the ability to invite someone. I will be reaching out to people, but feel free to message me and let me know!!

Apologies, I tried hard to include all muns but Lou is extremely picky, lmao. Which is also why some spouses/partners were not automatically invited, they still can totally come but if couples were invited it means that Lou is friendly enough with both halves. (Except Marie and Dipper--he needed me to clarify.) If you ARE friends w Lou and you were excluded, it was an accident and pls let me know, I will remedy it!

More information about the event, including decor, food, and dress code, will be released close to the event!

Invitations went out to the following people:

Hades Acheron @trip-downtheriverstyx -- Belle Acheron @labellerose-acheron

Berlioz Bonfamille-Lyons @ber-bonfamille-lyons -- Simba Bonfamille-Lyons @simba-bonfamille-lyons

Marie Bonfamille @marie-a-bonfamille -- Dipper Pines @thedipster

Ameila Gabble @amelia-o-gabble

Arista Triton @arista-the-musical -- Hercules Kouros @kouros-herc

Alana Triton @alana-the-brilliant -- Jake Rogers @crickey-itsjake

Aquata Triton @aquata-the-champ -- James Hawks @jameshawks

Ariel Triton @ariel-the-undiscovered

Julieta Madrigal @julicta -- Agustin Madrigal @accident-prone-agustin

Pepa Madrigal @letitrain-letitsnow-letitgo -- Felix Madrigal

Dolores Madrigal @haveyoumet-dolores -- Jun Moon @moon-yeongjun

Mirabel Madrigal @waitingona-mirabel

Isaac Morey @isaac-morey

Sebastian Morey @sebastian-morey

Devyn Morey @devyn-morey

Ting-Ting Qin @princess-ting-ting -- Wolfgang Amadeus @wolf-innsheepsclothing

Howl Pendragon @oh-heartlessman

Holley Shiftwell @miss-holleyshiftwell (and Evelyn) -- Flynn Rider @fi-fitz-flynn

Madellaine Hsu @madellaine

Willis Tibbs @exsgttibbs -- Babette Durand @babette-durandd

Cheralynne Alexander @thesorceress-hera

Daisy O'Doogle @starring-daisy and Minnie Muyskens @starring-minnie

Collette Richards @collette-richards

Hugo Slade @chiefhugo-slade

Sophie Hadder @ahearts-a-heavyburden

Amity Blight @blight-magic

Phoebe Doyle @pepper-doyle -- Buster Palmerteri @busterstrouble

Eilonwy Llyr @eilonwy-notjustgirl (+ Primrose) -- Edward Andalasia @edward-andalasia

Maximus Keaton @trackedbymaximus

Scott Richards @scampcomehome

Angel Milano @angel-milano

Queen Clarion of Enchantra's Hollow @goldenxqueenclarion

Princess Atta Flutterwing @princess-attaflutterwing

Benjamin Drakken @dr-drckken -- Isabela Madrigal @rowsandrows-of-roses

David Hatter @davidhatter -- Bae Mu-yeol @baenxietydad

[rottedbrainz]

Yay! Finished my water color portraits of the Fam doing beach things! ⛱️ ☀️🕶

I used my regular water color markers but I used an actual brush to paint this time, sooo the just know the mixture of colors was an artistic choice.

[musicverse11]

The Role of Social Media in Kaka’s Success

In the vibrant world of Punjabi music, where melodies resonate deeply with culture and tradition, a name that has emerged as a symbol of authenticity and perseverance is Kaka. Born as Ravinder Singh in a small village in Patiala, Punjab, Kaka’s journey is a story of resilience, passion, and unrelenting determination. Despite humble beginnings and numerous challenges, he rose to prominence with his unique voice, heartfelt lyrics, and relatable storytelling. Today, Kaka stands as an inspiration to millions, showcasing how talent, hard work, and a genuine connection with the audience can pave the way to remarkable success.

Early Life and Struggles

Kaka’s story begins in Chandu Majra, a small village in Patiala, Punjab. Born on April 5, 1994, into an economically modest family, he grew up witnessing his father, Raj, work as a mason. Kaka himself often assisted in construction work to support the family’s income. Despite these hardships, Kaka’s passion for education never wavered. He pursued a Diploma in Mechanical Engineering and later earned a B.Tech degree in the same field.

While many would have settled for a stable engineering career, Kaka’s heart was elsewhere. Music had been his companion since childhood, a creative outlet that allowed him to dream beyond his immediate surroundings. However, pursuing this passion was not easy. Limited resources meant limited opportunities to produce and promote his music, yet Kaka refused to let these obstacles define him.

The Leap into Music

Kaka’s entry into the Punjabi music industry was not marked by immediate success. In 2019, he uploaded his debut song, Scene 4, on YouTube. Although the song did not gain significant attention and was later deleted, it served as a stepping stone. Undeterred, Kaka continued honing his craft, pouring his life experiences into his lyrics.

In 2020, the tides began to turn with the release of Keh Len De, a song that resonated deeply with listeners. Its raw emotion and simplicity struck a chord, quickly making Kaka a household name in Punjab and beyond. This song was not just a commercial success; it was a personal milestone that validated years of struggle and dedication.

Rise to Fame

Following the success of Keh Len De, Kaka released a series of hit songs, including Libaas, Temporary Pyar, and Teeji Seat. Each of these tracks showcased his ability to tell stories that were deeply personal yet universally relatable. Themes of love, heartbreak, and societal pressures dominated his lyrics, creating a connection with listeners who saw their own lives reflected in his songs.

Kaka’s distinct voice — gritty, soulful, and authentic — set him apart from his contemporaries. Unlike many artists who rely on commercial gimmicks, Kaka’s music remained true to his roots. His songs often addressed real-life struggles, making him a voice for the common man.

Authenticity as a Cornerstone

What makes Kaka stand out in the Punjabi music industry is his authenticity. Whether it’s his lyrics, his voice, or his demeanor, everything about him feels genuine. This authenticity extends to his interactions with fans on social media. Kaka often shares snippets of his creative process, engages with his audience, and expresses gratitude for their support. This two-way relationship has helped him build a loyal fanbase that goes beyond geographical boundaries.

Kaka’s journey also reflects his deep understanding of cultural and societal issues. Songs like Libaas explore themes of love and acceptance, while tracks like Mitti De Tibbe celebrate Punjab’s rich heritage. His ability to balance modernity with tradition has made him a favorite among diverse audiences.

Challenges and Perseverance

Despite his success, Kaka has faced his share of challenges. Financial limitations in the early stages of his career, skepticism from those around him, and the competitive nature of the music industry were all obstacles he had to overcome. However, these challenges only fueled his determination. Instead of compromising his vision to fit industry standards, Kaka chose to carve his own path.

Lessons from Kaka’s Journey

Kaka’s rise to fame is a testament to the power of resilience and self-belief. His story serves as a reminder that success is not just about talent but also about persistence, strategic planning, and staying true to one’s values. For aspiring artists, Kaka’s journey offers valuable lessons: embrace your roots, connect with your audience, and never let setbacks deter you from your goals.

Conclusion

From a small village in Punjab to the global stage, Kaka’s journey is nothing short of extraordinary. His life is a beacon of hope for anyone who dreams of making it big against all odds. By staying authentic and relatable, he has not only achieved personal success but also inspired countless others to follow their passion.

If you haven’t yet experienced Kaka’s soulful music, now is the time to dive into his world. Start with his popular tracks like Keh Len De, Libaas, or his latest release, Mitti De Tibbe. Let his heartfelt lyrics and melodious tunes remind you of the beauty of authenticity and the power of dreams. Share your favorite Kaka song and join the conversation about this phenomenal artist!

[copper-russell]

Reeling in my brain again (before it can get back to you) || Mad Dog Skullcap

Dated the night of the 31st of October into the morning of the 1st of November Summary: After the assault, Copper needs someone to look after him for the hospital to discharge him. Isabela agrees. Warnings: mentions of assault, description of injuries @rowsandrows-of-roses

COPPER:

His head throbbed, helped in no part by the fluorescent lights overhead. Dr Tibbs had been by to inform him that yes, it was definitely a concussion (as Copper well knew) but thankfully no, he hadn’t actually fractured his skull anywhere. They wanted to keep him in overnight for observation, and they were going to call his next of kin to inform them of what had happened.

Copper didn’t want either of those things to happen.

Firstly: staying overnight in the hospital. Maybe, in a different hospital far, far away from here, he would’ve considered it. Medics made the worst patients, but he might’ve allowed himself a night. But here? Where everyone knew him, and everyone gossiped like some kind of nana’s knitting circle? No, thank you. 

And secondly: calling his next of kin. His next of kin being his mother. Copper had no doubt that Arushi would drop whatever she was doing and floor it across the 270 or so miles that separated them, but that was precisely why Copper didn’t want her coming. He would tell her. Of course he would. He just didn’t want it to come from one of the nurses here, and he didn’t want it to be tonight. Plus he really, really didn’t need looking after.

“Can’t I just go home?” He had asked Tibbs hopefully. “I mean, I know what I’m looking out for—“

“Which is why you know that you need someone with you for us to be able to discharge you.” Tibbs had said. “Is there someone else we can call?”

Copper could only really think of one other person.

He felt stupid for it now, as he heard voices coming along the hallway. In his own defense, he had a diagnosed brain injury — that would be why only one person had come to mind. He had pointedly ignored the look on the nurse’s face when he asked her to call, and he ignored it again now, as he squinted against the bright hospital lights to see her and Isabela walking towards him.

And again, probably because of the brain injury, all he could think to do was give her a small, deprecating smile and say, “Hi.”

(read the rest here!)

[goatcheesecak3]

Sleepyheads

Adam Stanheight x M!reader (ft. Scott Tibbs)

fic type: fluff

warnings: alcohol

summary: your boyfriend, Adam comes home from a night of Drinking with his best friend, Scott, and it's up to you to babysit them.

Dating Adam Stanheight was an interesting experience, to put it in simple terms. You’d known him as a friend for a while, and in that time he was a rather loud and lairy character, never not out raising hell with his best friend, Scott Tibbs. However, one night after attending a show together, Adam had crashed at your apartment. One on one, he was more gentle, his rough edges seemed sanded down and soft to the touch. It was like a dog that always has it’s hackles up letting you stroke it for the first time. Ever since you’d seen that side of Adam, you’d had a soft spot for him, and he you. It wasn’t long after that that the two of you started dating.

A few months down the road, Adam had invited you to come to one of Scott’s gigs, but feeling groggy from working late the night before, you instead opted to stay home and get an early night. It had been agreed that once the gig was over, Adam would come round to sleep at your apartment, since you lived closer and it saved money for a taxi. Which brings us up to speed.

Curled up in bed, you heard the front door to your apartment open, followed by heavy inconsiderate footsteps from large black boots. A pair of ebrious voices cackled at something, before one of them blurted out

“yo, seriously, Adam, you hit the jackpot with y/n, I mean, look at how nice this place is”

It would have appeared that Adam had brought Scott along with him.

You were never Scott’s biggest fan, but you had to admit, that comment made you smile. Scott wasn’t the type to be complimentary, especially when it came to the matter of his friends having partners. He thought guys went all soft and stopped being fun once they got into relationships, so it was a surprise to hear him say that his best friend of all time had “hit the jackpot” with you, even if it was just because you had a nice home.

“I’m telling you, dude, he’s the best. Always got like, snacks and shit for me, it always smells nice in here and- man, feel how soft this couch is” you heard Adam respond, accompanied by two hefty thuds as their bodies hit the sofa, followed by some sleepy and satisfied groans at how comfy the sofa was on their tired bones.

You decided that, as much as this was entertaining, you’d never get to sleep if you let those idiots stay up all night testing out your furniture, so instead you did what you knew best: babysit drunk punk guys until they fall asleep. You headed down the hall into the living room where Adam immediately rose to his feet excitedly, grabbing you and pulling you into a drunken embrace.

“y/n! I missed you, baby- aw shit did we wake you up? I’m sorry, baby I jus-” you interrupted him with a peck on the lips, he had a tendency to ramble when he was drunk.

“It’s fine, babe” you tuned your attention towards Scott (who appeared to be prodding a basket of potpourri that sat on your coffee table, clearly he had no idea what the hell it was), “Scott, do you wanna stay here tonight? You don’t look sober enough to walk home”

“see dude! I told you he’d be okay with it, isn’t y/n just the best” Adam grinned excitedly, squeezing your waist and swaying a little to keep his balance.

“Thanks, y/n” Scott said, his tone far more upbeat than you were used to. “y’know, I’m glad you’re dating Adam. I guess you’re  kinda cool- and Adam’s way less of an uptight asshole now that he’s getting laid”

Adam kicked Scott’s shins as you rolled your eyes with a slight chuckle. That was the closest you’d ever gotten to a compliment from Scott.

“You boys just sit down for a minute, alright? I’ll go see if I’ve got any microwave pizzas or something to help you sober up” you said, helping a very inebriated and clumsy Adam back onto the sofa. He sort of toppled onto Scott, and you could hear the pair of them giggling like schoolboys about something or other as you made your way to the kitchen.

Adam and Scott had been best friends since they were 5 years old, and that was clear to anyone who spent any amount of time in the same room as them. Separately, Adam was quite reserved and Scott was aloof and a bit miserable, but together they were like happy little children. As you watched two mini pizzas turning around in the microwave, it was hard for you to picture to punk guys in their mid twenties drinking beer and talking about sex sitting on your sofa, when the sound of their childlike sniggering and petty teasing rung throughout the apartment. It was sweet, in a way.

After a few minutes had passed, you brought out the two pizzas on a plate ready to hand to them, only to be met with an adorable sight. Both men were passed out, Scott’s head thrown back snoring loudly, his arm around Adam, who had been resting his head on Scott’s chest. They were out cold.

You placed the plate on the coffee table for them to discover in the morning, and pulled an old blanket over the sleepy friends. You stopped to take in the sweet moment, before picking up Adam’s camera and snapping a quick picture to embarrass them with at some point. Then, finally you headed to bed and got some well deserved rest.

[shadows-starlight]

Shadows and Starlight

Book 78: Friends of Fur and Four Legs

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It was sunset.

The sun was lowering in the sky as it displayed its orange, pink, and blue hues across the world.

A majority of the inhabitants of the Ebonvale forest were already at home doing their evening routine. However, for Malakar, sunset was the perfect time to pick some blackcurrants. His raven, Corvus, loved blackcurrants. He loved them so much that he would eat an entire pile in one sitting.

So tonight, while Aurora, Grimble, Flord, Tibber, Corvus, and Pippin were back at the lair, Malakar went off into the forest to pick some black currants.

Suddenly, Malakar heard the sound of howling and some rustling in the bushes. He decided to investigate what the sound was. The sorcerer pushed through the thick foliage and his eyes fell upon the source. A large, shaggy dog was trapped in a thorny rose bush, howling in pain. Her blue brindle coat was matted and covered in burrs.

The dog stopped howling long enough to gaze up at Malakar, her kind, dark brown eyes gazed at him, filled with a mixture of fear and hope.

"Easy now, girl," Malakar murmured, "I'll get you out of there."

Carefully, Malakar took out a dagger he would often use to hack his way through thickets and bushes, and gently cut the thorns of the rose bush, which allowed the dog to limp out of the bush, revealing that her fur had been covered with thorns and burrs. She was a massive creature, almost as tall as him when standing, not Clifford the Big Red Dog tall, but she was indeed taller than most dogs.

Malakar immediately recognized the breed of the dog.

 It was an Irish Wolfhound and she looked like she was around two years old.

There was no collar, indicating that she was all alone.

He would worry about that matter later, for now, his job was to get the thorns and burrs off of her fur. With a gentle hand, he started getting all of the thorns and burrs from her matted fur, being mindful of her flinching every time a thorn scraped her skin.

The dog lay still on the grass, too tired and weak to resist.

“There we go,” he said, finally freeing her from the last of the thorns. The dog slowly stood up on wobbly legs, her tail giving a tentative wag.

Malakar gently ran a hand along her back. "You’ve had a rough time, haven’t you?"

The dog whimpered in response.

Malakar took out some black currants from his satchel and offered them to the dog, "Here, have some. You need to regain your strength."

The dog sniffed the black currants in the palm of Malakar's hand, and without hesitation, ate them in one mouthful. She panted happily and barked with delight, licking Malakar as if to say thank you.

Malakar chuckled and said, "Come with me, my furry friend. You'll have a home with me and my daughter would be delighted to see you."

The dog nuzzled Malakar and with that, they began the walk back to the lair. As they approached the lair, Malakar pushed open the oak door, only to be greeted with the sound of laughter and playful squeals.

Inside, Grimble, Flord, and Tibber were entertaining themselves with a juggling competition, which ended up with the juggling balls landing on their heads, bonking them.

Aurora was watching the competition on her spot on the floor with amusement, laughing as the juggling balls hit the henchmen as they fell.

Corvus perched himself on the dining room table and Pippin, who was inside his little mouse house that Malakar had constructed a few days before, was busy feasting on some pieces of cheese and a few stray grapes.

At the sound of the door opening, the henchmen turned to find not just Malakar himself, but the large dog as well, her massive frame filling the doorway. “What is that—?” Grimble started.

The dog, sensing the presence of the henchmen, got excited and rushed inside to greet them, giving them big, slobbery kisses with just a lick of her tongue.

"Eww!" Flord grimaced, "Puppy germs!"

He sputtered and spat as he tried to wipe the dog slobber away from his face.

"Boss," said Tibber, nervously poking up from his hiding place from under the dining table, "wh-what is that?"

Malakar chuckled, patting the dog’s head. “Not to worry, my friends. She's really quite harmless. I found her in the woods while on my blackcurrant hunt. She was all alone and she's going to be living with us from now on."

Aurora, upon seeing the dog, let out an excited squeal and crawled towards the dog. The dog perked up, and with a wagging tail, she bent down, laying down on her stomach, and sniffed the baby gently.

The baby reached out to touch the strands of the dog's shaggy fur. The dog, seeing how friendly Aurora looked, gave her a big slobbery kiss with her tongue. She laughed and clapped her hands.

Then, Aurora hugged the large dog and the dog nuzzled her gently in return.

“See?” Malakar said with a grin. “They’re already fast friends.”

The henchmen looked at Aurora and the dog as they interacted and got to know one another.

"I've never seen a dog this big before," said Tibber, looking a little less nervous.

"She's so big," said Flord, "way bigger than any of us, by far!"

"She's big enough for Aurora to ride on like a horse," said Grimble, smirking, "maybe we should test out that theory!"

Malakar laughed softly. “That's alright with me.” He looked down at the dog, scratching behind her ears again. “But first, let’s get her cleaned up.”

In the bathroom, Malakar, Grimble, Flord, and Tibber piled inside along with the dog to get the grime and dirt off of her body. Working together, they washed her tangled fur with warm water and soap. Slowly, the grime washed away, revealing her beautiful blue brindle pattern.

“You’re quite a beauty under all this mud,” Malakar remarked as he rinsed the last of the soap from her coat.

The dog shook the water off of her body, causing everything and everyone to get wet. However, instead of getting angry, Malakar and his henchmen burst out laughing.

Once she was dried and brushed off, Malakar led her to the kitchen, where he filled two bowls with fresh meat and water. She devoured it hungrily.

While she was eating, Malakar went to the dining table and started to craft a collar for her.

With steady hands, Malakar painted the leather collar with a bright pink base and added delicate red roses with green leaves surrounding the name, which he inscribed with crimson ink: Roisin.

He stepped back to admire his work, a satisfied smile on his lips. “Roisin,” he said, turning to the dog, who had finished her meal and was watching him curiously, smacking her lips with her tongue. “A fitting name for a rosebush survivor.”

The dog wagged her tail, already in love with the name.

Malakar fastened the collar around her neck, making it tight, but, not too tight. The bright pink stood out against her blue brindle fur. “There we are. Now, you’re officially part of the family.”

After the dog, now dubbed Roisin, stood tall and proud as she showed off her new collar. It made her look very grown up.

Roisin then made her way to the nursery where Aurora was playing with some blocks. Aurora squealed with delight at the sight of Roisin.

"Well then, Aurora," said Malakar, picking Aurora up, "how about that horse-dog ride theory, ey?"

Aurora liked the sound of that.

Malakar gently placed Aurora on Roisin's broad back. The baby squealed with delight, her tiny hands gripping Roisin's fur as the dog stood perfectly still, seeming to understand her new role as the baby’s steed.

Then, Roisin trotted around the room as if she really was a horse and Aurora couldn't stop laughing.

It looked like so much fun, so fun, that Grimble, Flord, Tibber, Corvus, and little Pippin hopped along for a ride. Fortunately, the dog was strong enough to hold all of them on her back.

Malakar, on the other hand, watched the fun with a smile.

"Welcome to the family, Roisin," he murmured, content with the dog finding a place in his little family.

[sailor--thomas]

Tom's Animal Companions

Gilly

Age: 6 Breed: Border Collie Personality: Very friendly! 50/50 on being trained. She listens but...only when she wants to. Very smart and very loyal to Tom. Tom's best girl really. Other: Gilly had puppies with Raptor, Rose's German Shepherd, when Tom and Rose were dating. The puppies were born around Christmas, 2020 and went to their homes around Valentine's Day 2021. Tom kept one (Fly). The other ones in play are: Tibbs' (Captain), The Flynns' (Agent P), The Qins (Keylime Pie), Rose's (Arya), and Errol's (Dublin). So, if someone mentions one of them, they are a #GillyPup! There is also the Darling's pup, Napoleon, but he went adventuring with them, but I wanted to mention him anyway. <3 (She also has a blue eye and a brown eye.)

Fly

Age: 3 (born December 24, 2020) Breed: Border Collie x German Shepherd Mix Personality: She is a little SHIT, but she is also a lovable goofball. Other: Gilly is her mom <3 and she lives next door to her sister, Key, so they're best friends.