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[masterbanddelhi]

Wedding Band Services in Delhi - Master Band

The wedding band is one of the most entertaining parts of a marriage that will excite the guests. But to make it more interesting, you will have to hire the top wedding bands. At present, you can easily find several wedding band services in Delhi. But it can also lead you to certain confusion in choosing the right one. However, you can find some information that will help you understand the importance of marriage bands at the wedding.

[shmunter]

some miscellaneous trolls drawings yippee

[duztys]

Velvet is growing on me and I hate it/hj

[saythatuwill]

now playing : heart // sleeping at last

warnings: none! this is just pure fluff

pairing: husband!noah sebastian x f!reader

word count: 1.5k

as always, likes, comments, and reblogs are always so appreciated! please enjoy!

tags: @concretejunglefm, @fadingangelwisp

header by me, divider by @thecutestgrotto

There's a hammock in your backyard. 

You never really were one to bitch and complain when someone wanted something for the house, but you hadn't really seen the use in a hammock. Why not one of those garden swings? Or lawn chairs? Literally anything else? 

It had been your husband who wanted it. His smile at the idea of something to lounge in in the backyard. You'd protested, argued that you could easily do something else. If a hammock were to be bought, you immediately figured you'd be the one having to tie it and set it up, because he was already swamped with work.

Then he looked at you with his big brown puppy dog eyes and batted his pretty eyelashes and next thing you knew, you were buying a hammock.

You made a mental note not to fall for those eyes again, but it would probably go with all the other notes that say the same exact thing. By now, you know damn well you can't say no to him. There's a part of your heart that you swore died a long time ago that swells with life whenever he smiles at you.

So now there's a hammock in the backyard.

As expected, you spent an afternoon with your husband trying to plan out where it would go. Did the backyard even have room for a hammock? Ideally you had to tie it between two trees, so it would lay between them. And of course when you and him were picking out a forever home, you'd thought out the vision for the backyard meticulously. It had to be perfect; after all it was already decided you wanted to start a family someday. So of course you had to be able to imagine little ones playing in the grass in a nonexistent little Fisher Price playground set for them.

Noah, he'd shared your vision for a home. Somewhere quiet, a cottage, nothing big. His job meant he was always doing extravagant things, living an extravagant life. You lived a similar way; grew up in the city but always longed for the quiet. That's how you two ended up in a quiet cottage like this. Not too big, but it had space for important things like the home studio, and an extra bedroom or two should the surprise gift of children ever arrive.

So you tell your husband you got it covered because he has things to do, and you start trying to tie this fucking hammock to the tree, and when you look up he's still standing there. He leans against the frame of the glass sliding door, and he smirks at you. Arms crossed over his chest, looking like the love interest in your cheesy romance movie.

"How's it going?" He calls out, and you tell him to fuck off. He laughs, and suddenly there he is beside you. He knows you far too well; if you can barely tie your shoes, how are you going to tie this big ass fucking rope around a whole two trees?

The sun's hot and glaring down on exposed skin, so being the person you are, you go inside to get water and sunblock just in case. You come back, he's wiping sweat off his face with the bottom of his tank top. You sigh like a teenage girl at the captain of the football team. So high school.

You see a big smile stretch on his face. He makes a smartass remark of "take a picture babe, it'll last longer" and in retaliation you make it look like you're going to turn the hose on for the garden, but instead you spray him with it, drenching his white tank top with water. It sticks to his skin. He shouts at the cold water on his skin, then he's running towards you.

Suddenly a small task of setting up a dumbass hammock turns into a full on game of cat and mouse with the garden hose. Your pretty little sundress is soaked with water and clings to your body, and suddenly you're the one who gets to make the remark about taking a picture. He grins like a lovestruck idiot, so shamelessly.

There's a hammock in your backyard.

You still don't see the purpose of it until you can't find your husband one night in the middle of August. The sun is setting, the temperature is finally dropping as golden hour gleams through the windows. You know damn well neither of you are turning that oven on, so what better dinner to have than classic takeout? You trudge upstairs to the home studio once it arrives, knocking gently just in case he's recording something.

But all you get in response is silence. You don't hear anything. You open the door and poke your head in; he's not even in there. His laptop is shut, headphones lazily placed on top of it, lights off like he had abandoned it some hours ago.

Huh. That's a first.

So, you begin checking every room in the house. Calling out his name, calling out "Babe? Noah?" over and over, looking for him. But he isn't anywhere. Anxiety kicks in.

He wouldn't go somewhere without telling you, would he? Did something happen to him? Did he leave without telling you? Is he off doing something for work? Is he cheating? Did he think you wouldn't notice if he left? 

In an instant you're panicking, thundering downstairs, opening the front door, looking out. His car is still parked out there. You look in the living room, the kitchen, the spare rooms, until you'd thoroughly searched every single room in the house. You're breathing heavy, half from running around the whole house and half from the panic attack you feel coming on until—

There's a glimpse of something outside. You move to the sliding glass door to the backyard, pull it open and step out. You shield your eyes with your arm from the sunlight, then your eyes finally fix on something.

Your husband is asleep in the hammock in your backyard.

Despite the sunlight, he is entirely unbothered. His hair is growing out just a little, enough to be in his eyes just a bit as he breathes deep. His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, entirely peaceful and relaxed as the wind ever so slightly makes the hammock sway. Your panic diminishes in a second.

You're not sure how long he's been out here, but you don't worry too much about it. He doesn't look sunburned, not right now anyway. He's fast asleep, and as you get closer you can hear his little snores.

You can't suppress the giggle fast enough. He stirs, and opens an eye to look at you. The sun's rays gleam over his face, and his squinted eye looks so much more warm and bright under the sun's reflection. Brown eyes that look more like warm honey.

"Hey." He mumbles sleepily, giving you a tired smile as he sits up just a tad. You can tell there's no plan for him to get up anytime soon.

"Hey. I was wondering where you went." You respond gently, and he sighs, silently aware of where your mind likely went. You know that he knows. He's always read you like a book. "I didn't mean to wake you, sorry."

"It's okay, you're okay. C'mere, baby. There's room for both of us." His words slur together in his sleepiness, and you don't hesitate. You gently sit yourself, and then lay yourself on the hammock, right beside him. 

And for a long moment, it's dead silent. The birds chirp, the crickets begin their song as they do every night. The wind blows softly, and your husband has his arm wrapped around you. You shift to rest your head on his chest. His heartbeat is slow, but it's like a song just for you. No amount of production, vocals, or instruments could match up to this. Just this.

Suddenly, it occurs to you why he wanted this hammock so badly. This is so... so peaceful. There's nothing to worry about; there's no sounds of air conditioners or soft mumbles of television screens. There's no glowing lights from phone screens. It's just nature, it's just basking in the beauty of what's around the both of you. It's just the gentle sway of the hammock, like rocking a cradle.

Part of you honestly forgot how much things like this meant to him. Peace, in its purest form.

You let out a little sigh of contentment, and a chuckle rumbles his chest as he brings his hand up to your head. First ruffling your hair, then running his fingers through it. He doesn't say a word, just dozes back off with one arm around you, the other cradling your head.

There's a hammock in your backyard. You're so glad you bought it.

[bleedingcoffee42]

[felsicveins]

Shot through the heart, and you're to blame, darling you give love a bad name

[seestorimperator]

I was talking to @dolly-macabre about an initiation ceremony for the Sisters of Sin, and I propose this:

There's community service first. You cook or clean, or you take care of the ghoul kits and human orphans, and of course you attend Black Mass consistently, and after a set period of time, probably six months, you move past the novice phase and receive your baptism, like in the video for He Is.

But the baptism isn't the end. It's just the start of the second stage, where you're allowed to join the choir and help out during Black Mass and maybe, if you're lucky, attend shows as a roadie and help backstage.

It's not until after a year of doing such things, when you've really proven your devotion, that you're allowed to take a vow to Satan via a symbolic marriage to Him. You get a wedding ring and everything: Black gold with a Grucifix etched on the inside of the band, so it sits directly against your skin, a constant reminder of your oath to serve Him. The ceremony is, of course, officiated by Papa himself.

[pastlivesandpurplepuppets]

10 April 1945 Dick wrote to DeEtta:

In his letter to DeEtta on the 16th September 1945 Dick apparently knew plenty about love, especially about being lovesick:

In his letters he wrote between April and Sept, Dick suddenly started talking a lot about Nix. At one point claiming how untrustworthy Nix is off duty. He also kept gently urging DeEtta to go find and marry someone.

[blehphegor]

I am actually in love with him ..

[masterbanddelhi]

Why is it necessary to hire a music band for a wedding:

Wedding bands are common in almost all Indian weddings, and it has become a tradition for people. The practice of music – bands in an Indian wedding is found to have started in the 19th century. But it is still a common practice at all weddings. It makes the wedding event more entertaining and memorable for couples and guests. ⦁ Entertainment for wedding A live music band always offers perfect entertainment for everyone participating in the wedding. It is one of the best ways to welcome guests and keep them excited. Even if you hire a DJ, you might not be able to get the satisfaction of hiring a band. The music offered by a live marriage band is something that you can feel and hear. The band’s performers will interact with the crowd and play music altogether. It would create a perfect atmosphere for an enjoyable event that will lighten up the wedding party. It would be best to hire the top wedding bands in Delhi, like Master Band, to receive such an impressive performance. ⦁ Variety of options and styles of music Usually, a marriage band plays different types of music like folk dances or other traditional music and cinematic songs (latest). So, you can ask them to play different themes based on your choice. For example, you can ask them to play a relaxed piece with a formal tone for a particular wedding time (like while welcoming the guests). At the same time, you can also ask them to change the style to encourage the guests during the evening party. Thus, live bands can offer you many choices for wedding music. But you must ensure that they provide all music types of your liking. You can also ask them to add your favorite music to their collection to brighten the event. ⦁ Best and professional sound quality By hiring a professional wedding band, you can receive the best music sound and quality. They will have performed in many other wedding functions; thus, they will have a good idea in adjusting the music to the right sound. Usually, a professional wedding band will have excellent singers and music players. So, they will provide the best music to entertain the guests. ⦁ An affordable choice for wedding entertainment Nowadays, you can easily hire affordable wedding bands based on your budget. So you will not have to worry about the extra costs of hiring them. Hiring a professional band will get the best quality entertainment, which would be worth more than you paid for. Some essential tips for finding the best wedding band in Delhi Considering the best music band for a wedding would be a great choice, as it offers several benefits. Below are some tips to help you find the right wedding band in Delhi. ⦁ It would be best if you set a separate budget for band services for the wedding. You can plan a reasonable budget based on your choice or requirement. Try not to look for very low-priced wedding bands, as their performances might not be good. Always consider a professional or reputed wedding band service that offers a budget-based plan. ⦁ Ask for a reference from your family or friends to receive reliable information. ⦁ Visit the wedding band agency or contact them to know all their service details and price requirements. Many wedding bands offer other services like lighting, ghori, baggi, etc. Master Band is an all-in-one wedding band service that you can rely on based on your needs or choice.

⦁ Make sure to sign an agreement with the band services so you won’t lose any money. You should also read the contract properly so you won’t miss anything.

Conclusion

Are you planning to make your or your children’s wedding memorable and exciting? Then, hire the best live wedding band services in Delhi, like Master Band. They will offer amazing music that can add energy and excitement to all the people gathered for the wedding.

[daisyachain]

I’ve made this post before but I can’t be bothered to find it. In what we commonly consider a ‘traditional’/patriarchal European society, the paths in life are: marriage with children (acceptable), bachelorhood (frowned upon, locked out of certain professions/roles), spinsterhood in servitude to parents (probably suffering), religious servitude. An unmarried person is a servant either of the local lord, the Lord, or the parents. The parental relationship has a built-in hierarchy of the senior parents and the underling child. All pressures push down and toward marriage as a form of (highly limited for women) freedom.

One of the few ways around this system is the sibling relationship. Sticking with a sibling can provide an avenue to independence from hierarchy via a peer relationship, a person who moves in with a married sibling is protected under the auspices of that marriage (though somewhat dependent on the sibling) and is not automatically subordinate as with aristocracy/religious orders/parents. I’m interested in the sibling relationship as a kind of lifeline or shield against the buffets of social expectation specially in a world where there is some kind of censure against unmarriage and in which marriage is seen as the final step in growing up. Siblings are the playmates of childhood, they are biological family, to remain part of s biological family unit is acceptable, to remain unmarried is not, the sibling is the last line of defense against a spouse without submitting to hierarchy and/or could be read as the last line of defense against growing up.

This isn’t coherent. I like the idea of two siblings choosing to remain close into adulthood not because they necessarily like each other that much, but because they understand the consequences of abandoning someone to social forces. Siblings as a kind of delayed maturation, a sign that something is wrong, a failed evolution, a vestigial relationship, you’re supposed to be close growing up and then split into different clans, but they have failed to do so and have closed the loop to return to childhood.

[saythatuwill]

now playing : luther // kendrick lamar & sza

warnings: none, unless you count tooth-rotting fluff!

pairing: husband!noah sebastian x f!reader

word count: 3k

hello my friends! i know, it's not easter anymore! i was a little late, but i hope you guys love it anyway! easter is temporary, husband!noah is forever :3

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tags: @concretejunglefm, @fadingangelwisp, @bloody-spades, @chey-h, @xmads-omensx, @alwaysfightforwhoyouare

header by me, divider by @saradika-graphics

It started with a plastic egg on your bedside table.

Naturally, this confused the absolute fuck out of you. Not only had you just woken up on a Sunday morning, not even realizing it was Easter to begin with, but you had no recollection of buying plastic eggs. After all, you’re a grown woman in your twenties, what reason would you have to even do that?

However, with only two people living in this house, you don't have to guess who was responsible. Yet despite this, the truth is pretty shocking. The only other person who lives here has never expressed any interest in celebrating most holidays, Easter included. Your husband, Noah.

Curiosity had gotten the best of you, so you rose up out of bed, reaching out to grab the pastel purple egg from your bedside table. It rattled softly as you picked it up; he went through the trouble of filling these damn things too?

You popped it open to find a Hershey's kiss, as well as a tiny piece of paper that has nothing more than a poorly drawn bunny face on it. You laughed softly to yourself at the sight, unwrapping the candy and popping it into your mouth. Sure, it was 10 in the morning, but you couldn't help yourself.

It's only when you got up out of bed that you spotted the fact that that was not the only plastic egg. In fact, there was a trail of them on the floor, leading out the door into the hall. You almost missed the tiny basket right by the door, wrapped in a ribbon.

Had he been planning this out for a while? What a dork. Your dork.

This was far too cute to ignore. You grabbed the basket, picking up each egg and placing it inside.

You followed the egg trail as it went down the hall, downstairs, and into the living room, leading to Noah as he lounged on the couch, phone in hand. His head perked up, but he didn’t look at you, as if he was trying to pretend he didn’t notice.

“Someone had fun this morning.” You greeted him with that statement, and he couldn’t stop the smile that crept up onto his lips.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” He kept his eyes glued to his phone. For the frontman of a band who has made some cinematic music videos, he sure was a terrible actor.

“You absolutely know what I'm talking about. When the hell did you buy these eggs?” You shook the basket a little. The eggs made little clattering sounds as they hit against each other.

“I'm as surprised as you are. You should've seen my reaction when the bunny ran through here.”

“The bunny, huh?” This oughta be good.

“Yeah, he told me not to tell you he was here though. So if you find me dead tomorrow after choking to death on jellybeans, you know what to tell the cops.” He couldn’t even try to hold back his laughter as he told his silly little story. Halfway through, he was chuckling through his words, and finally he looked up at you with a stupid grin on his face. 

“Let me guess, the bunny told you to keep the eggs where he hid them so I could find them, too?” You approached him slowly, brow raised in pure amusement.

“Yeah, crazy shit right— ow!” His nose scrunched up as you flicked it with your fingers. Noah's eyes narrowed in a playful glare. “What was that for?!”

“Spill the beans, bunny boy. How many more eggs are there?” You sat yourself on the arm of the couch, looking down at him with an amused smile on your face. His gaze immediately softened as he met your gaze, as if what he wanted out of this endeavor was already achieved.

“How many do you have now?” He reached to pluck the basket from your hands, quietly counting them. “That issss… 12 eggs? There’s 12 more in the backyard, then you get your prize.” 

This alone told you that he absolutely put a lot of thought into this whole little egg hunt thing. After all, it’s Noah Sebastian; he puts 100% into everything he does, even if it’s something cute like this. You’d come to love that about him over the years. Making new music? 100%. Cleaning the house? 100%. Taking care of you when you’re sick? 100%. Playing Easter bunny? 100%.

“Don’t tell me you—”

“The Easter bunny.”

“...The ‘Easter bunny’... got me a basket too.”

“Of course he did. He said you’ve been very good this year.”

“I thought that was Santa’s thing.” You stood up from the arm of the couch, stretching your arms as you prepared for another round of looking for eggs. Never a dull moment, being married to Noah.

“Well, it could be an Easter bunny thing too.” He fell silent for a moment, the gears turning in his brain. “It’s- it- don’t think about it too much, okay? That’s what he told me, don’t shoot the messenger.”

You burst into a fit of laughter, bending down to press kiss to his lips, which he happily reciprocated. Noah rose from the couch, but rather than stretch along with you, he was already walking elsewhere.

“You go head to the backyard, I’ll be there in a sec.”

“Where are you going?” You tilted your head, watching as he was already halfway down the hall. 

“I have to pee so fucking bad, it’s not even funny.”

“Why didn’t you go to the bathroom sooner?”

“I didn’t want to risk going to the bathroom if you were going to be up any minute! Then you would've come down here to an empty couch!” His voice grew more and more muffled as he descended down the hall, yelling his explanation to you as he closed the bathroom door behind him.

“You're a dumbass!” You called back.

“You love it!”

There’s a dozen eggs in your backyard.

You hadn’t done an Easter egg hunt since you were a kid, and quite frankly you didn’t think it was going to be nearly as fun as it was. Dressed in your pajamas, hair unbrushed, equipped with only a basket of colorful eggs, you began your search. You walked in circles around the yard as Noah watched you, a cup of coffee in his hands that he sipped on as he observed. The smile hadn’t left his face since you came downstairs, and it most certainly wasn’t going anywhere now.

“That’s one!” You called out as you found your first egg, holding it up triumphantly. 

“That’s my girl! 11 more to go!” He called back, sitting himself down on, you guessed it, the hammock. Noah had eagerly insisted that it should be put back up in the springtime, and one look into his excited puppy dog eyes made you cave and agree. 

“Make that 10!” You responded about two minutes later, holding up your second egg before placing it in your basket. 

“Who knew you were so good at finding things?” Came his response, his foot planted on the ground as he gently swayed himself on the hammock.

“You did! I’ve found your keys so many times it’s not even funny!” You gave him a look over your shoulder, and he grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, well…” He had nothing to say to that one, so he shut his mouth.

The next 30 minutes continued like this, you announcing each egg you found and him giving you words of praise in return. Admittedly, you thought at first he hadn’t hidden the eggs very well, but now that you were at 2 eggs left, you were totally stumped. You had to give him credit, he’d put some serious work into this.

“You stuck?” Noah asked as he approached, noticing the way you’d started wandering aimlessly in search of your last two eggs. You turned around to face him.

“Yeah, I didn’t take you for a master at hiding eggs. You got me.” You admitted as you knelt down in the grass, counting out all of the eggs just in case you were off in number. 

“Well, of course the Easter bunny is something of a natural.” He struck a stupid little confident pose, hand on his hip as he basked in the ego boost. He laughed as you muttered “fuck off” under your breath in response. “I see an egg, though. I know where it is.”

“You do? Where?” You snapped your head up, standing up straight in an effort to follow his eyes to the location of it. Unfortunately for you, he immediately looked away. 

“You have to find it, that’s the rule.” He shrugged, moving to take a step back. 

“Oh, come on! Least you can do is help me find it. Please?” Noah had puppy dog eyes that could make you agree to just about anything, sure, but so did you. You made sure to really play it up while you were at it, batting your eyelashes and even putting on a little pout. 

“Okay, fine, don’t look at me like that!” He laughed, admittedly not putting up much of a fight to resist. It was you, after all. How could he ever resist you? “Right now, you’re pretty warm.”

Hot and cold system it was, then. You nodded, turning around and taking a few steps forward.

“Warmer.”

You walked even further forward, then took a step to the left.

“Colder.”

To the right?

“There you go, warmer. Almost got it, babe.”

You felt silly, taking these short steps, but by now you’d stopped worrying so much about acting like an adult. This was fun, the most fun you’d had in quite some time, and you could spend hours hunting for these stupid little eggs if it meant spending quality time with your husband.

“You’re hot! You’re so hot!” He suddenly exclaimed, nodding at you encouragingly. “In more ways than one! You’re like right there!”

“Where? Where!?” You looked around quickly, your hair hitting you in the face as you frantically searched your immediate area for the egg. “You’re fucking with me on purpose! It’s not even here!” 

“Look up.”

You slowly lifted your head, and that’s when you spot it in the tree, well hidden around the spring flowers. A damn good hiding spot. You reached up, grabbing it and putting it in your basket in a dramatic way, as if throwing a basketball into a hoop.

“We have an egg hunt champion right here, and it’s my wife!” Noah jogged up to you, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off the ground in a hug. You screeched like you always did, terrified he’d drop you despite knowing he would never let that happen. Only a few moments later, he sets you back down gently. “C’mere, check out what I got you.”

Noah took your hand in his, interlocking your fingers as he took you to the little outdoor table set, where a basket of goodies sat in one of the seats. He pulled it up and set it on the table. From what you could see, it was full of snacks and candies, a rabbit stuffed animal, a hoodie, and a white headband with bunny ears on top.

“Oh my god, this is so cute… all this for me?” You were overjoyed by the sight of it, digging through the basket of treats eagerly to see everything that was inside. Everything you enjoyed was here, and the hoodie was something you put on immediately after taking it out of the basket. The cool morning breeze was starting to make you shiver.

“Of course it’s all for you. Do you like it?” Noah stood beside you, fixing the hood of the hoodie for you, then planting a kiss on the side of your head.

“I love it, are you kidding me? This was so much fun, too! You didn’t have to go through all this trouble, if I’d known you were doing this I would’ve made you a little basket!” A kiss on the side of the head was not nearly enough for you in terms of affection, which didn’t surprise him in the slightest. You wrapped your arms around him and he held you, resting his chin on your head.

“I got what I wanted out of this, don’t worry.” Noah spoke softly, and a silence hung in the air after he said that.

Every time he had something personal to share, or a feeling to express, the emotion would hang in the atmosphere, and it would take a few moments for him to muster up the courage to talk about it.

You never pressured him to open up, never demanded he elaborate any further on anything, so just like every other time, you simply waited in silence. Even if he wouldn’t say anything at all.

This time, he did.

“You know how I am with holidays like these. But the last thing I wanted was to be bitchy and crabby all day, so… I figured I’d do this for you. I’m happy when you’re happy.” He breathed out a sigh, looking down at you with that soft gaze you’d grown to understand was only for you. “So I got what I wanted.” Noah’s smile wavered, as if there were still a wave of emotions he was keeping to himself.

“I’m proud of you.” You smiled back up at him, and he nodded, not able to get the words of thankfulness out of his mouth. “I’m glad you did this. I had so much fucking fun, too. I mean, shit, I guess egg hunts never get old.” 

“Good,” Noah let out another sigh, perhaps of relief, “I’m glad. Maybe this’ll have to be a tradition for us. Our special little Davis family tradition.” His tone held a bit of pride at the mention of a ‘Davis family tradition’. Ever since you two got engaged, he was attached to the idea of you both being a family, of merely having something he could call a family of his own.

“Sounds like a plan.” You agreed, reaching over to the basket to grab the bunny ear headband. You placed it on his head, stepping out of his arms to admire your work.

“What’re you-” Noah reached up to touch the ears on his head, raising a brow at you. “These are supposed to be for you, that’s why they’re in your basket.”

“Oh, but you’re the Easter bunny, aren’t you? You said so yourself, Mr. ‘Easter bunny is something of a natural’.” You did a poor mimicry of his voice, flexing your arms and puffing out your chest.

“...Yeah, I guess I did say that. Fine, whatever.” He rolled his eyes, though judging by his smile you knew he didn’t mind. After all, it was making you happy.

“You look adorable. Look at you! Maybe I should start calling you Noah Bunbastian.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Noah Sebunstian?”

“No.”

“I got it.” You stepped back once more, a mischievous grin on your face. “Nobun Sebunbun!”

“You’re just making it worse!” He plucked the headband off of him, shaking his head so his hair would fall back in place. He held it out to you expectantly. “Don’t think I’m cut out for this bunny life. No reason to be the Easter bunny if I have something sweeter than candy right in front of me.”

“You are so fucking corny.” You took the headband from him, putting on the bunny ears.

“You looove it.”

“I do, unfortunately.” You let out a dramatic sigh, before once more pulling him closer. “And I love you. Thank you for this, really. I’m so happy I get to do things like this with you.”

“I love you too, more than anything.” Noah cupped your cheek with a hand, his thumb stroking your skin as if he were worried you’d shatter like porcelain. You two basked in the moment as the sun shone down upon you, as if the world itself was observing the happy life you and your husband shared.

“Only 23.” But something was still on your mind.

“...What?” He blinked at you in confusion.

“The eggs. I only collected 23 of them. So we should probably grab the last one before we go in. You know where it is, right?” You’d assumed that he just got too excited and wanted to give you your basket. He could be like a golden retriever sometimes, it wouldn’t be the first time he spoiled a surprise for you.

He just stared back at you, not saying a single word.

“...Noah. You know where the last egg is, right?” You repeated, slower.

“...Um... yes?”

“Oh my fucking god, you don’t know where it is.” You pulled away from him, covering your face with your hands as you began laughing all over again. Noah’s face was red with embarrassment at the realization that he had completely forgotten about the final egg.

“Well, this backyard isn’t massive! We can find it! C’mon, let’s search together. Stop laughing at me, I’m just one guy! Stop it!” His efforts to make you stop laughing only made it worse as you picked up that little basket of eggs, with him in tow trying to explain away his little mistake.

You both searched for that egg for an hour, figuring that the combined effort would make it easier to find. In the end, neither of you found it, and ultimately gave up the effort in favor of going inside and enjoying the rest of your Easter together.

Neither you nor Noah would find that egg, and would eventually forget about it, until it showed up in October when you raked the leaves in the yard. You’d remember that day as you held it in your hand, and place it on his bedside table for him to find the following morning.

[sleepanonymous]

I was just gonna reblog the original "hey look I am toe-to-toe with this tiny ass stage" post I made, but I have a Mother Token face reveal + marriage proposal video to share with you all below the cut 👇

So some good news first, my ears are fine. Zeal & Ardor got a little loud near the end but, I had no ringing or tinnitus and no noticeable hearing loss. I had watched some videos of Zeal & Ardor and Gaerea on the East Coast from earlier on this tour, and the videos seemed fucking loud 🤷‍♀️ Not complaining, it was still great.

Backing up a few hours: my original plan was to get to the venue around 2-2:30 pm. I started getting ready around 1 pm, thinking that should give me enough time (venue was a 4 minute walk from my hotel). Turns out faking a '90s-style blow-out with a flat iron takes 3 times longer than just straightening your hair 🤷‍♀️ Who would have guessed? Anyway, after that and makeup and having a mini crisis about my outfit, I ended up going to the venue around 4 pm; 2 hours before doors. I must have PTSD from Sleep Token or something because I was expecting a full line but I ended up being #9.

Two Sleep Token girlies got in line behind me, but I was too shy to try talking to them really until later on. One of them, plus about three or four people in front of me, had a VIP meet/greet with Gaerea. About an hour before doors, a rep for that band came out and collected the people with those tickets and got shirt sizes and all that and I figured "okay, cool, he's gonna bring them into the venue an hour early." NOPE. Senhor Vocalist just fuckin waltzes out two minutes later to meet everyone. Like, I can't explain it because I haven't seen his face before but I recognized him instantly by his shoulders (then later by his tattoos). I made really fucking awkward eye contact with him and then decided the only safe place to look was the railing outside the venue. Anyway he greeted everyone really quick, then walked back inside for a minute, came back with the guitarist, and then the rest of the band joined them after another moment. Then the band just walked off with the VIPers and those fans didn't come back until doors already opened.

After the ID/ticket check, we lined up on the opposite side of the venue and I ended up at #5 in line (after letting the remaining Sleep Token girlie cut me, since she went in to use the restroom). They let us in right at 6 pm and I was the second one to the stage, standing right next to the first guy in line at center stage, which was literally only 2 feet tall btw. I had looked up photos of the venue online and it's literally worse (or better depending on personal perspective) in person.

The first band, Zetra, played us about an hour's worth of Mortiis music between doors and their set, which quite literally is DnD dungeon music. 10/10 do recommend, very vibes, much atmosphere. The duo themselves were amazing, and I realized after the fact that Sleep Token's manager plus Lyns (Espera) follow them so 👀

Halfway through Zetra's set, I realized the guy next to me was taking photos, so I worked up the courage to film two of their songs. I felt super awkward about it because I was three feet away from the guitarist. Afterward, he came out in a jumpsuit after the set to help break down, but was still in full corpse paint and had his hair stuffed into a baseball cap. He chatted with the front row a tiny bit as he worked and he’s super nice and funny 🥹

Right before Gaerea went on, a girl with a media badge squeezed in between me and the other guy at center stage for the first two songs. I'm still trying to find her social media because she got tons of great shots and some footage. Meanwhile, me on the other hand, got three and a half chaotic videos that consist mostly of Senhor Vocalist's groin 😭 Like, ISTG Senhor, I'm not trying to film your crotch, its just that I cannot hold my phone any higher (would literally be shoved in his face) or lower (I wouldn't be able to see my phone screen) 😭😭 About 75% of the time this happened I would panic and film the guitarists and bassist or the drummer. Aaand then the video below happened 🤩

I guess we are legally married now 🤷‍♀️ idk I don't make the rules. Anyway, hi, that's me, making major heart eyes for like 3 frames. You can also see the Sleep Token girlies right behind me. In my search for the media girl's profile, I actually found one of their TikToks instead: thecottagecorehore

Even though I was in the front row (I keep wanting to say barricade but there was no barricade lol) it got really hot between Gaerea and Zeal & Ardor. Like I was regretting wearing a turtleneck sweater (Yeah that was my panic outfit, black turtleneck + 90’s hair + ripped skinny jeans + platform oxford shoes because I am insane). It didn't cool down either, half the guys around me plus Zeal & Ardor were drenched in sweat halfway through. Didn't affect their stage presence at all though; Manuel is actually very smiley/giggly and it made everything a million times better. Actually, the fake setlist gives you a pretty good idea of the vibes:

Wake of a Nation Götterdämmerung So yeah this is a fake setlist And if you're reading it and we will play some songs you like it Thanks for coming to the show ☠️WOW NEAT☠️ We like to call the song To My Ilk Turbo Milk Do you like our joke Encore Garbage Thanks Phoenix Love Zeal and Ardor Clawing Out

Vessel should take notes 😂 I appreciate Sleep Token being upfront about the Teeth of God setlist and not trying to hide it from the fans on the barricade, but imagine if we got something like : "Oh bugger, this is a fake setlist. Cheers!"

Also Manuel's water bottle sticker says Defend Equality 🖤

I uploaded a few videos to YouTube already. Depending on my data usage, I might upload a few more at the end of the month/next month.

[empressgeekt]

Trolls - Burning Branches AU part 1

Or alternate title, I have now been sucked down the sudden black hole that is this fandom and now the troll plot bunnies are running ramped around my Fanfic farm, because the creators of this franchise has added my weakness...Sibling relationships... Now I have plans for a two story saga in this fandom of which I wouldn't have glanced at with interest at all a month ago.

Well, that's enough rambling, Time to get into the meat of the fic plot.

So, while browsing on Ao3 I noticed that there was this Rock!Branch au, where Branch is separated from the pop-trolls as a kid and ends up being raised by Barb and Thrash of the Rock Trolls. I love this concept, more then some relatives of mine. But I want to put a little spin on it. I've been a big fan of amnesia/memory loss fics, and I noticed there was a lack of them in this fandom.

Brozone breaks up and Grandma dies like in canon, same old same old. However, in this AU Branch is forced to leave the Troll Tree as a kid, because there is a larger sigmatism about trolls who went grey. The Trolls are very clear that they want nothing to do with Branch. They are all already living with death at their door step and they don't need a grey child to constantly break the false image of happy paradise that the adults try to maintain in the Tree to keep themselves sane. Branch, with nothing else left for him in the tree, packs up and tries to leave to find his brothers, though he does worry if they would even want him now that he was grey.

After successfully escaping the town, (the bergens don't notice if a small troll vanishes in the middle of the night, they didn't notice the whole village packing up), Branch spends a terrifying night in the woods. Running away from what are "predator's" in the eyes of a small child. Until he accidentally, stumbles in the a wormhole. The wormhole sucks Branch away from, Pop territory to the outskirts of the Rock badlands. But in this new hot volcanic he is still far from safe. (I'm adding that their are harsh powerful dragons that roam around the Rock trolls territory, as there has to be some type of reason behind they turned their own music and instruments in the to energy weapons while the other tribes didn't. Not to mention the active volcanic activity everywhere!) While running away from some of these actual predators and dangerous lava pools, Branch gets shoved over a cliffside, and falls into one of the few rivers nearby. In the raging rapids, the little troll strikes his head against the rocky river bed. Knocking him out.

Meanwhile, Still-King Thrash is leading an expedition to the river to fetch water for the people of Volcano Rock City. Being the very soft and caring Father he is, once he sees a small child floating in the river he jumps in without a second thought, and pulls the child to the shore. He leaves the expedition in the hands of another Troll and brings the some how still alive child back to the City and into the care of a capable doctor. While waiting to hear if Branch will live, Thrash goes through the little sack the kid had with him. There's enough evidence for the king of rock to come to the conclusion that Branch was running away, and needless to say Thrash is furious. Who would be so cruel that dared to make a child in his kingdom feel so scared and unwelcomed that they would run away! (at this point due to Branch's greyness and the high emotions of the situation Thrash hasn't realized Branch is from Pop yet, not that it would matter in the long run he's still ticked off).

Eventually, the doctor (an old friend of Thrash's whom they have a deep trust between, I haven't named them yet), calls Thrash in. Thrash finds Branch unconscious on the medical bed with his head bandaged. The doctor tells Thrash that's its a miracle that Branch is even alive, but it would take a bigger one for the child to wake up. The underneath the blood of the wound was a skull fracture and possible brain damage. Then he mentions it would probably be better if Branch never woke up, and further explains Branch's nature as a pop troll, and his greyness. Thrash takes this information in with a sad heart. Stigma against pop was still running high in the Rock kingdom, despite Thrash wanting to believe his people could spare their bias to care for a wounded child, he knows that no foster family would take a pop troll in. He asks the Doctor to keep quiet about Branch, and that if the boy would wake up Thrash would take him in himself. He goes home and hugs Barb after an exhausting day, and asks her if she was open to having a little brother.

After a few weeks, Branch wakes up, but he has no memory of anything. Not his name. Not where he's from. Not how he got there. At this point the medical staff that were allowed to know about him, have taken to calling him Charcoal, or Char, after his perfectly black and shiny hair, and it just kind of stuck after that. Thrash has taken to visiting Branch, even before the boy was conscious, quickly growing fond over the boy and until he'd recovered enough to be taken to the royal cavern. Barb takes to having Char around very well. Having a younger sibling, gives her something to put her protectiveness towards. Thrash makes and announcement, claiming Char as his own to Rock, and putting the boy as second in-line for the throne.

Still it isn't all cupcakes and rainbows with Char in his new home. He has lasting effected form his head injury in the form of migraines and fainting spells. The child is plagued by nightmares, of Giants coming to eat him and old ladies. They frighten him so much he draws and designs traps and bunkers to keep himself safe. Some of the designs Thrash actually considers building in case of emergency. Music brings him to tears if it's too loud or sudden, or if Barb asked him to sing-along. His room is sound proofed, and he has a pair of headphones to block things out if needed. Thrash also finds that his new adoptive son, is far more book-smart then him or Barb, the rarely used Rock library becomes Char's second home. The child become well educated in History, engineering, math, sciences and politics.

It would take two years before, Barb managed to talk Char into coming to her music practice, where the kid learns that music is more then just noise that makes him feel scared/unsafe. Seeing the weapon music can be, something he can learn to protect himself with, Char becomes hooked on the idea of learning it. Too everyone's surprise, it comes to boy like second nature, and his voice is like that of an angel's.

Eighteen years pass, and Branch grows up to be, Prince Char, second born son to Thrash King of Rock. He's a known expert with a guitar, both as an instrument and a weapon, his reputation is that of a eerily smart and organized strategist, who is loyal to his family and people to a fault and ruthlessly protective. With Thrash's health, both physical and mental, in rapid decline, Barb is forced to take on the mantel of Queen earlier then she wanted, but this time she has a brother to lean on as an advisor. Which is a good thing, because between the two of them Char is a much better planner.

Pressure is turned up on the royal rock siblings, when an unexpected earthquake destroys the farmlands that feeds the city. Sure, volcanic soil can been great for growing plants, but rivers of lava and giant fresh trenches don't help at all. Barb flies off the handle, and begins to panic in quiet about what she needs to do to protect the people of Rock, while Char looks into historical records to see if the past king ever had to deal with issues like this. Eventually he stumbles on the knowledge that during ancient times if one of the tribes was in trouble they would call upon their sister tribes for aid.

"Oh that's great advise your books have, let's ask for help from our sworn enemies!" Barb would exclaim, "Wait...the other tribes! If they lasted as long as we did, then they must have resources! But they wouldn't help us...not unless they were just like us. We could use our string to convert..."

"Barb! I'm going to stop you right now. First one our string isn't powerful enough to over-write someone's genre, believe me I looked into it-"

"But if we get all the strings..."

"You mean steal them?"

"Yah!"

"No, if we were to fail that would only sour relations between genres further and our people would still be starving. We'd be better off forging an alliance with a tribe, rather then wasting already limited resources conquering one."

"URGH! Why are you always right....So, alliance...that's our best plan?"

"Currently yes."

"With people that hate us! Are we sure we can't conquer them?"

"Barb, were trying to make a harmony. You can't make harmony with everyone using the same voice. They all need to be different, and they all can't be forced into something they they aren't or it all falls apart."

"Whoa, that's deep. Where'd ya learn that?"

"I-I don't know...but the point still stands we need to befriend another tribe not conquer one!"

"Okay, so how do we do that?"

"Well, apparently theirs more ways then one, all of them include paper work, so leave that to me, but one of them we actually have a unique opportunity to ally with."

"Oh? And how do we take advantage of this unique opportunity?"

"You're not going to like this...but we use me..."

Branch would go on to explain his plan to ally the Rock kingdom with the Pop trolls...through an Arranged Marriage between him and the Pop princess. Barb hates it, especially after all the pop trolls did to her brother when he was young, but she can't argue the logic. The pop trolls live in a forest rich with food and plant life, and water sources. However, they have zero defenses other then how deep they live in the forest. (how he knows all of this Branch has no idea) If the alliance managed to go through, the Rock trolls could get the needed food supplies, and the Pop trolls could gain the knowledge of how to use musical weaponry.

Barb still hates it, it feels like her little brother is throwing away his future. But Char assures her that he's okay with it, and that it's his turn to take on the burden of the crown he supposed to wear. As a bio-pop troll the possibility of an heir from the alliance marriage is higher then if they use a random Rock citizen, and as Rock Prince that will give more creditably to the pleads of their people to Pop. He tells Barb to just take care of Dad when he's gone and that they always have debbie to talk to each other through letters.

So they send a message to Pop Village...requesting to consider the marriage.

At Pop village, Poppy is busy with her new duties as a fresh coronated Queen, caring for the village needs and further establishing peaceful relations with the Bergens after the fall of Chef. When the message reaches her, delivered Via Debbie and Biggie, Peppy tries to take it from her before she cane read it. And then she demands that he Explain why she just got a proposal in a letter from a Rock Prince?

Peppy reluctantly explains the history of the Tribes, and how some times they would form alliances between the genres by wedding members of the royal families together to ensure peace. He makes it very clear that He doesn't want Poppy to even think of answering the Rock trolls even if to decline the proposal, but she fights back saying hat this might be their only chance for peace between the genres for years to come if its taken this long for them to reach out this time. Peppy then tries to argue that if Poppy were to accept the proposal that she would have to marry this prince, this stranger, and he never wanted that to happen to her. He knows Poppy is queen now and he can't order her to do anything, but he asks her to think about this before making any kind of decision.

Poppy needless to say, deeply contemplates the proposal. She wants to help reunite the tribes, but bonding herself to a stranger she never met was a daunting thing. She talks with Cooper and Bridget who are surprisingly helpful with everything, and decides that she'll accept the proposal with the condition that she and her future groom have the chance to meet and get to know each other before the wedding.

Barb and Char readily accept the condition, and calculate that they can give one month of courtship before the Rock kingdom is without food. They respond back to Poppy, and tell them that Char and a few others would arrive in Pop Village a few days after she would receive the letter that confirmed the betrothal.

Char arrives at Pop Village with much fanfare from his travel companions, but shushes them quickly and addresses Poppy and Peppy in a polite manner. Poppy is kind of thrown off by how grey her future husband is, not that she shows it. Char is just as shocked about how bright and colorful she is.

The romance is awkward at first. The cultural differences get in the way sometimes. But eventually a connection is formed. Char learns to feed off of Poppy's energy and Poppy learns that there's more to this grey prince then gloom. With the wedding scheduled for the end of the month, Poppy decides to introduce Char to her BFF Bridget.

Needless to say, it doesn't go well.

Char's underlaying trauma comes back in a panic attack and flashback upon seeing the Troll Tree and bergens. The memory of his Grandmother's demise suddenly becoming clear as day in his mind. In the panic he accidently fires his guitar at Grisle and Bridget, with makes Poppy panic and angry at him. So he runs off into the woods.

Bridget and Poppy end up having a heart to heart where Bridget says that Char looked scared. Having heard about how Char was acutualy a pop-troll and was adopted into the royal family, Poppy connects the dots rather quickly. Realizing that Char used to live in the Troll Tree but didn't escape with the others. the whole visit was triggering for him.

She runs back to Pop Village looking forh im, only to find that Queen Barb had arrived to help set up the wedding, and she wants to know where her Brother is. Poppy blurts out what happened while trying to defuse the situation, and that only serves to rile Barb up further. Until Poppy snaps, yellling at Barb that they need to go looking for Char not fight here! This impresses Barb into agreeing.

Poppy finds him and they end up having a heart to heart, and confessing...

The wedding goes on as planned. On the neutral ground of the Troll Tree, allowing Char to visit his late Grandmother's home for the first time in twenty years.

All seems well...Until one John Dory screams, "Stop the Wedding!"

...

I will post part two in a separate post because this is long!

Part two, and Part three

Edit: The prolog for this fic, which is basically Char's child hood is now posted on Ao3. Link

[pastlivesandpurplepuppets]

(From Dick's letter to DeEtta 2.June.1945)

~ Erik Dorr & Jared Frederick

[iceman-kazansky]

Chilly Autumn Evenings

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Requested by: Not requested

Pairings: Dick Winters x f!wife reader

Warnings: Not much tbh, Reader is Dick's wife, I haven't written in a while so it's probably shitty but oh well, fluff, kissing, established relationship

Word Count: 339, short and sweet :>

A/n: I'm gonna pretend like I haven't literally dissociated with the entire BoB fandom for a bit and hope y'all welcome me back with like open arms. I've been meddling in F1 a bit so you might get to see some fics for a few older drivers come into play.

Taglist: @inglourious-imagines @ronsparky @grumpy-liebgott @mstiemountainhop

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When you awoke to a cold bed in the middle of the night, you were understandably a little sad and disappointed, wanting nothing more than to cuddle with your husband under the covers and hide from the bitter chill that the autumn evenings left. It was dark out, the moon at its zenith as minutes slowly began to render as “morning” and no longer night, but yet your husband was still not asleep. With a tired grumble you slid out of bed, your soft feet making contact with the hard, wooden floor. Shuffling with quiet, sleepy steps you made your way into Dick’s office. A soft sigh left your lips upon seeing him hunched over more paperwork. Of course. You knew exactly where you’d find him before you’d even arrived.

Tiredly, you approached the ginger man from behind, your arms draping over his shoulders, slowly moving to intertwine your fingers with his. “Come to bed,” you mumbled, reaching down to press a sleepy kiss to his cheek. For extra measure you were sure to add, “Please?”

Your husband hummed, seemingly contemplating what you were asking before sighing and standing up, “Okay.”

His hand was still in your grasp when you began leading him back to your shared bed, the warmth of his palms pressing into your own and your tug gentle. Only when Dick began to change into his army-issued sleepwear did you let go, leaving his side to climb into bed and wait for him there.

It wasn’t long before Dick was sliding into bed next to you, pulling you into his chest and holding you close. A shaky sigh left his parted lips as he whispered a quiet, “I love you,” into the darkness, the words hanging in the silence, dripping with affection and adoration.

In an equally hushed whisper, you answered, “I love you too,”

Wrapped in each others comfort, bodies pressed together under the covers, sleep came easily. Despite being in a place of constant war, two people found comfort and shelter within their marriage and love.

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