#barlighting

[screechingmusicstarfish]

tw for mental and physical abuse also violence because this is warriors we’re talking about

okay this is technically a rewrite, but I like to call it an au okay so the story starts when hollykit and her siblings become apprentices, Hollypaw is trying her best And her mental leafpool tells her she’s doing great, but Hollypaw knows that she’s lying because she has the power to know what’s the truth and what’s a lie. meanwhile, Lionpaw is having a terrible time with his mentor Ashfur because he says he’s not good enough to be his apprentice and physically hurts him so when he was sleeping, tigerstar goes into his dreams and tells him to join the dark forest so he can become a stronger cat and he accepts but the thing is Lionpaw has the ability of super strength and and can’t be defeated unless he chooses to but he doesn’t know this and he almost kills Hawkfrost. while he’s training in the dark forest his brother Jawpaw Is being a bit snappy to his mentor Brightheart, she doesn’t mind this but leafpool thinks he’s better off as a medicine cat one day while he was sleeping, Tigerstar goes into his dreams but spottedleaf stops him then tells Jaypaw that his destiny is supposed to be a medicine cat, Jawpaw gets a bit angry and says crowfood i’m not gonna do that you mousebrain, he goes away also I forgot to mention he has the ability to go into anyone’s dreams, so one day he accidentally goes into Lionpaw’s dreams and sees that he’s training in the dark forest so he tells Firestar about about it and then tells to swap mentors with Holypaw because he doesn’t want to become a medicine cat, Firestar is surprised but does what he says and Lionpaw is relieved to have a kind mentor but Hollypaw isn’t so lucky because Ashfur is a terrible mentor but she’s a better hunter and Warrior than Lionpaw

[kinemon]

2024 rediscovering the joy of listening to fun.

[not-a-hawk]

calling fun. a two-hit wonder makes me so mad. like excuse me??? now all the bar lights are blinking in time?? to Mexican music??? it’s taunting the pavement???

[caelichythcat]

he's said it before, he'll say it again

[formulaforza]

hi mack !! may i request a fluffy blurb with ‘gazing at them from afar because they're just so...’ for carlos? thank you !! <33

—when you're ready pairing: carlos sainz x female reader wc: 800ish summ. in which, carlos has never been able to keep his eyes off his best mate's pretty friend.

To the people that know Carlos, there are three constants in life: the sun sets in the west, summer follows spring, and Carlos is pathetically in love with his best friend’s friend. Ask anyone who knows Carlos, except you—his best-friend’s friend. 

You, who, at least tonight, are too preoccupied by the shots on the bartop, the game of darts Lando needs to lose, and the split ends of hair at the ends of your carefully woven braids, to notice Carlos. Carlos, and the way his eyes seem to find you even when he’s not really looking, who waits to laugh at his own jokes until you begrudgingly crack a toothy smile, who notices the little piece of glitter that’s perched on your eyebrow. 

It wasn’t always like this, he used to carry a certain level of subtlety, the ability to deny accusations without burning bright red and spewing half a dozen piss-poor excuses like a flustered boy on the schoolyard. It wasn’t always like this, not when he saw you for the first time, caught your eye and exchanged a smile with who he’d assumed was his teammate’s girlfriend. You were sat on your phone beside a sleeping Lando, who was curled up on the common area sofa. Your legs were long, crossed over each other beyond the hem of your dress. Your eyelashes were longer, watching him hurry past you. His first thought in regards to you was that Lando was a lucky fucking bastard. 

His second thought in regards to you, upon a proper introduction later that day, was that Lando is a fucking idiot for not managing to bed his “friend since primary school, or something.”

And that was the relationship you’d maintained for two years. Him, on his side of the garage, with his girlfriend. You, on the other side of the garage, not Lando’s girlfriend. Two years of short dresses over long legs he couldn’t touch and long eyelashes he couldn’t stare at. For two years it went like that, and then he signed a contract with Ferrari and he broke up with his girlfriend and he and Lando only seemed to get closer. 

And, to be close with Lando was to be close with you, which is when you became so much more than something he wanted to touch, a prize he could never win. 

It was easy to fall for you. Easy like breathing, like blinking, like letting hot water run down your back. It was easy, when you would instigate the shit-talking about Lando’s golf swing, the same way it was easy when you would steal a drink of his beer and let him spin you around a mutual friend’s backyard wedding—you wore your hair down that night. He still remembers the way the wind spent the entire evening blowing it into your face, into his face. It danced on its own, moved separately from everything else about you. He spent half the night wondering if he was drunk enough to grow a pair and tuck it behind your ears, and the other half wondering if you were tipsy enough to let him.  

Tonight, like all the other nights, he watches you. You down a shot after every round of darts, even though the original bet you’d made with Lando was that the loser needed to take a shot. The deal solidified with a firm handshake was tossed out the window by both of you after two shots each. His eyes follow you, your hand—freshly manicured nails and two sparkling rings—bringing the shot glass to your lips—soft and plump and the perfect shade of pink. He watches as your head falls back, hair falling from your shoulders, necklace shining in the barlight, the clear liquor disappearing from the glass. You wince, turn down the chaser, and call Lando a pussy when he downs a matching glass of crystal light. When you set the glass back on the bartop, even across the room, he swears he can hear the thud of the glass. It makes him shudder, snaps him back to reality. 

When you’re back in front of him, laughing at some undoubtedly stupid joke Lando had told you, you’re pointing a finger in his direction. “You—” you laugh harder, voice impaired by the smile that misshapes your lips. Your fingertip pushes into the middle of his chest. “You’re not drunk enough.”

 He laughs, throwing his hands up in surrender. “And what are we gonna do about that?”

“You,” you say, pushing your finger against him harder, and then removing it all together to bury it in your own chest, “and me. Loser—you,” you laugh “—has to take three shots.”

Carlos nods, holds out his hand to shake on it. “Deal.”

“Really?” You smile, like you thought he’d say no to you. “Okay, deal. I’m totally going to kick your ass, though.”

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Be Calm • Benson Hedges • All The Pretty Girls • I Wanna Be The One • At Least I'm Not As Sad (As I Used To Be) • Light A Roman Candle With Me • Walking The Dog • Barlights • The Gambler • Take Your Time (Coming Home)

Spotify ♪ Youtube

[ratatatastic]

woe a clear picture of lars shaved face thats not in shitty barlights be upon ye

6.29.24 (x)

[francisforever2014]

not everyone gets it………….

[cyberdykes]

crazy that they made 2 insane albums and then just disappeared and jack antonoff did bleachers and ruining pop music and nate ruess now has a weird podcast and is the most vocally pro palestine celebrity (if he even is anymore) i’ve seen… no idea what andrew dost is up to

[hazbinned]

@harteatiing - continued from here!

Angel Dust wasn't always the most in-tune with his own emotions. He could figure out when he was feeling sad, happy, or angry, sure, as well as a plethora of other things, but there were moments (like these) where he was particularly volatile without knowing why. Frustration, probably-- building and building throughout the course of the day (or week), only to come bubbling out in the form of a sharp tongue, irritable stares, and comments that made little to no sense unless you thought about them in depth.

It seemed like Alastor was ready to brave the sea. Surprising! And... frightening, somehow? Angel had been so ready to run his mouth before, blabbing on and on about how Alastor was supposedly doing 'so well' in 'life' while he, on the other hand, was not— but that was all flipped on its side when the Radio Demon decided to approach the conversation with (seemingly) genuine curiosity.

Maybe even some strange desire to help.

Angel nursed his own drink, mismatched eyes heavy with eyeshadow-dusted lids as they flitted away from Alastor. The spider ran a finger around the rim of his cup, and then set it down, arms moving to cross over his chest.

Tightly.

"You want th' honest answer? I see guys like you, doin' fuck-all, smilin' and singin' and..." He lowered an eyebrow. "... I dunno, treatin' everythin' like it's some kind'a game, and I get that envy goin', ya know?"

He didn't know Alastor that well, all things considered. He knew that the Radio Demon was one of the most superficial people in the hotel aside from himself, and that the smile was ever-present in spite of the stag's current bout of emotions. He didn't know why a powerful Overlord like this would willingly work as a lowly hotelier, nor was he too keen on hunting for the answers. In short, though, Angel was able to recognize that, maybe, it wasn't all good for Alastor. It couldn't be.

It was Hell.

But he did know what he saw. The guy was super energetic, his boss was Charlie (THE nicest person Angel had ever met, living OR dead), and he seemed to be thriving and in control the majority of the time that Angel was around him.

Was it so selfish of Angel to be jealous of someone like that?

He snapped his head back up, gold tooth glinting under the dim barlights. The way his hair hung in front of his face, he almost looked crazed.

"You all seem like you're doin' so well compared ta me. I ain't sayin' I want somethin' bad ta happen ta ya or anyone, but... I'm sick of it, Al! It should be me! I don't know what I did in life that's so much worse than all a' you, ta get me livin' like this while you're all..."

Angel cut himself short, gritted his teeth, and clawed at his hair, elbows pressing down on the bartop.

Maybe Alastor wasn't the right person for this.

"Fuck it. Neva'mind."

[stylecouncil]

so after much reflection on that trouble brothers episode the live forever section in this totally intentional right? I’m going with yes

[sweetwateriver]

Song of the summer

[newwinslowma]

Pre-Series Playlist #2 "In Boston"

Meanwhile, Cleo and Andrew are in Boston. Which is a couple hours in the car away from New Winslow, but might as well be on another planet.

Dog Days Are Over - Florence + the Machine

"Leave all your love and your longing behind / You can't carry them with you if you want to survive"

2. The Only Living Boy in New York - Simon and Garfunkel

"Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile"

3. Under Pressure - David Bowie and Queen

"Can't we give ourselves one more chance / Why can't we give love that one more chance?"

4. Dangerous - Rumer

"You want me to let go / Well I don't wanna lose control"

5. Devil in U - Sad13

"First though your thoughtlessness was just aplomb / First thought best thought / I must have got the sequence wrong"

6. Barlights - fun.

"But the green of your eyes say, 'go, leave it all behind'"

7. Only Physical - Matthew Connor

"I'm not asleep, I'm listening to the sounds of the street"

8. God is a Dancer - Tiësto & Mabel

"God is a dancer / yeah, I heard it on the radio"

9. Into the Mystic - Van Morrison

"When that foghorn blows / You know I will be coming home"

Some spoilery discussion below the cut, including some sexual talk.

If I have any regrets for how this series has gone, I honestly wish I'd included on-screen sex from the start. There's plenty of discussion and innuendo, as well as a few fade to black moments, but the closest I have is an episode in S7 when Roman and Celine finally get some alone time, but it's fade to black repeatedly cut through with chaos. But sex is such a major part of this story, and I feel like this playlist out of all of them showed this even back in 2019 when I made it.

(and yes, I've written some sex scenes that didn't end up staying in. And there's one in particular between Noah and Jude [neither of which are a part of this playlist] that I'm particularly happy with. It's all healing and care and yes, bondage. I alluded to it in the squirrel funeral scene in S4, so it's canon. But dropping the scene in after 4 seasons of a particular style wouldn't have worked well.)

But the playlist. Again, mostly vibes like the New Winslow one.

[daddy-laszlo]

✨when you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 of your favorite followers beloved beauties who live in ur phone✨

Thank you to @chronic-ghost for tagging me!

Ryan & Dave by Rare Americans

She's a Rainbow by Rolling Stones

Barlights by fun.

Romeo and Juliet by Dire Straits

It's Late by Queen

Tags for funsies: @salthat @kominnfyrirkattarnef @lottie-starling @bothsidesnow2000 @frostbitten-in-hell @gigglesnorts @dead-doee @01lovehearts @space-glitter-gay @lisa-and-shadow and anyone else who wants to do it!

[diamondnokouzai]

tagged by @fearfylsymmetry to do...[checks notes] um, “gay plumbing”.

song stuck in my head: ke$ha “praying” (i woke up with this stuck in my head i havent listened to it in like, 6 months)

last song i listened to: barlights by fun.

three favourite foods: mac & cheese, grilled cheese, cauliflower wings

last thing i googled: well i use duckduckgo, assuming that thats also acceptable: “for sebastian from a friend” (im a very tilitarian search engine user)

dream trip: i. want. to. go. to. japan. i have to learn japanese first but i really want to go there mostly to shop and to take pictures. otherwise i would love to go to xi’an to visit wu zhao’s tomb (...also to purchase cnovel merch). the only places i never want to go are south africa and australia (sn*kes)

tagging @narutobf @beaniebitch69 @stinkaton

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

Burnished Leather, Amber Beam

by thtzwhatuthink

Vi notices the distinct disheveled hairstyle of a recently undone hair bun. The rain outside offers no help to the accompanying frizz but under the amber beam of the barlight, it frames her face as a halo. “I don’t close for another hour,” Vi pours her another glass, and slides it forward to her. You’re here to loosen up. Words unspoken. Rather, Vi adds, “And I would appreciate the company.” She means it.

Words: 5309, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: League of Legends

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Malcolm Graves (League of Legends), Sett (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: POV Third Person Limited, Bartender Vi (League of Legends), Police Officer Caitlyn (League of Legends), Alcohol, no intoxication, Some Plot, Strangers to Lovers, Service Top Vi (League of Legends), Powerbottom Caitlyn, sorta - Freeform, Cunnilingus, From the Back!, Massage, Body Worship, Choking, Praise Kink, Non-Penetrative Sex, incredibly incorrect method to calling out "sick" the next day

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