#gibson u were so done for ..

[22ratonthestreet]

"goodsir said he'd be surprised if you could drive tomorrow at all"

[kisses4kaia]

MORE BROTHERS BEST FRIEND BILLY THE KID I BEG OF YOU

GIBSON GIRL .ᐟ

pairing— brothersbestfriend!william h. bonney x fem!reader

warnings— smut, forbidden relationship, p in v, oral (m and f receiving) EVERYONE IS LEGAL!!

a/n— this took an absurd amount of time sorry! she’s here now tho so plz reblog if u enjoyed! (also not a part two to the first one 🤍)

“billy, make sure she’s safe while i’m gone, will you?” jesse asks his best friend in reference to you, his innocent, sweet, little sister. and naturally, without any hesitation, billy nods. “of course, always,”

there’s something about his tone when he says it, something that hints that his opinion of you isn’t entirely fraternal, but perhaps something more profound. jesse doesn’t catch onto that, though; never having been the brightest tool in the shed.

almost ignorantly, he just nods at billy in respectful acknowledgment, kisses you on the cheek, all before leaving the house, heading into town for whatever errands needed running, leaving you and billy alone for many unsupervised hours.

god, the tension between the pair of you was palpable—thicker than molasses and sweeter than it, too. to make matters worse for the outlaw, recently, you took up a new hobby—making billy squirm. making innuendos just barely passable as innocent banter, being on your best behavior and letting him know you were like this just for him, then going and turning it around completely, becoming a complete and total brat, not heeding to mind a single word he speaks.

and fuck, it was driving him insane. he felt so ashamed of himself on nights when all his mind could conjure up before bed was images of you—images the lord would frown upon sincerely—and end up with a cum-splotched torso and a still unsatiated cock. he hated you for it.

you, with your too-tight denim shorts in july, and with your ribbons in your pigtail plaits, and your sweet, soft, wickedly tantalizing, eyes and even more venomous voice. everything about you drove him mad, and it was the very nature of your relationship that irked him the most—because, he knew, as desperately as he wanted, he could not have you. you were his best friends little sister, for christ’s sake! it was never bound to end well for him. honestly, he felt like the fates had fucked him.

so now, when you are in your bed, reading a romance novel you’ve already read twice, something outside of your window catches your eye. billy is currently out on the farm with the horses, tending to them. not an uncommon sight, however since it’s august, and this is the midwest, and it is hot—almost naturally—billy has abandoned his linen, button-up, shirt and is wearing nothing but a dirt-stained wifebeater, his trousers, and gun holster—and of course, his cowboy hat. you bite your lip at the display, sure this must be a product of one of your many erotic dreams about your brothers best friend, but all of that is debunked when he looks up at you, his catching the way your bottom lip is folded behind your teeth and your lingering gaze is burning onto his toned arms—probably a result of workin so hard as a farmhand and cowboy his whole life, you reckon—and meeting your piercing gaze.

you decide to push yourself off of your pretty, bowed, sheets and make your way downstairs to the trouble that lies within the man you grew up right next to.

“you know, it’s rude to stare,” billy chimes while you sit on an old, rackety, rocking chair residing on the back porch of your house, watching billy on the ranch. “and you think i’m above being rude?” you cock your head slightly, almost challenging him but not quite. he rolls his eyes, obviously wanting to snap back but can’t find it in him, not when you’re looking at him like that.

soon, he’s done with the work needed to have been done (admittedly, he did make haste so as to keep you waiting on him), and he’s grabbing his shirt off the pole of the wooden fence that is caging the horses in, tying the sleeves around his waist. he doesn’t spare you a single glance as he walks into the home, but you know he’s silently beckoning you to trail after him—after all, you were only out here to ogle at him, weren’t you?

when you enter the threshold of your home, your eyes land upon billy, who is pouring himself a glass of cheap whiskey and plopping down onto your couch.

“c’mon, sit down,” billy offers, sweat on his brow as the brown liquor swirls around the crystal glass, his legs spread wide and his demeanor exuding assertiveness. “well, now don’t be silly, there’s no other seat,” you acknowledge the lack of another sofa in the cozy living room, and the one billy did sit on, was only big enough to seat one. “oh, that’s no problem, doll, just sit on my lap, hm?” he cocks his head at you, daring eyes telling you all you needed to know. your raise your eyebrows and smile. “are you sure that’s what you want me to do?” your voice is a single warning, and billy is clearly throwing all caution to the wind, because he laughs. “c’mon, baby, i’m a big boy, i know what i want,” you knew what his underlying message was and the implication urged you to begin walking towards the couch.

blue eyes bore into yours as you throw a leg on either side of his thighs, skirt splaying over the tops of your thighs. he downs all the liquor in the glass before placing it onto the small coffee table next to him, eyes never leaving yours. carefully, but not fearfully, he drags a finger from your calf all the way to your waist, before both of his large hands take a rest at your love handles. “careful, billy,” you say in a singsong voice, allowing your hips to slowly, very slowly, begin moving downwards unto billy’s crotch. your arms lazily wrap around his neck, forearms resting on his strong, broad, shoulders. he kisses his teeth, bringing his face closer to yours ever so slightly, whiskey breath fanning over your face, chest, décolletage. when his lips finally encase yours, there’s so much built-up tension flowing in the passionate manner in which he kisses you, his palms grip onto your hips possessively before pressing all over your back, grappling desperately to get his calloused hands everywhere on your body all at once. he felt like he was drowning in you, but he would never call for help, for he needed you this instant and there was nothing stopping him from having you right here, right now.

“get on your knees,” he grits through his teeth, lust seething through the low growl that is his voice. you hardly think twice before moving back onto the plywood floor, knees already taking splinters, but you didn’t care, not when billy was unbuckling his denim trousers and letting his cock spring free from the confines of his boxers.

billy revels in the wide-eyed expression on your face as you take in his size. his cock was beautiful—angry, red, and proud, tip leaking with precum, pretty veins running vertically along the length. you swallow your surprise and slowly, you wrap a soft hand around the base of his length, bringing your lips down to his tip and pressing teasing kisses on it. the man above you lets out a soft groan, relaxing his muscles and allowing a strong hand to run through your hair, not quite gathering it yet, but maintaining it out of your face.

after peppering gentle kisses all over his hard cock, you finally flatten your tongue against the underside of him, licking up to the tip. you wrap your lips around his achy head and take as much as you can of him into your mouth, warm throat tightening around him. it takes everything inside billy to not immediately start fucking your fragile face, and when your tear-pricked eyes met his darkened blue ones, he roughly pulls you off of him. he throws you onto your back on the couch, like you weigh no more than a feather, hikes up your skirt and pulls your pale, pink, cotton, panties to the side. as he begins sliding his cock between your puffy folds, his tip brushes against your sensitive bud, and you whine, needing him to quit dangling the carrot and fuck you already. at the pathetic sound, billy just coos, pressing a gentle, loving, kiss to your pouted lips, before slamming his cock into your unprepared, sopping, cunt. you cry out against his lips and as he begins rutting his hips against yours, he’s trying to find restraint. he knows you probably won’t be able to walk properly for a week if he keeps fucking you like this, but the pent up tension finally being released urges him to keep fucking you primally—and plus, you wanted this, didn’t you? with your teasing, and your fucking miniskirts, everything you did was a beg for billy to fuck you into your place, right?

even in his sex-crazed state, billy’s still a gentleman who’s concerned with your pleasure just as much as his, and uses one of the hands he had rested beside your head to draw fast circles on your clit, pulling the most melodic sounds from you. they pushed him closer and closer to the edge and before you both knew it, billy was pulling out of your cunt, making you whine at the empty feeling, stroking himself a few times before painting your abdomen in his seed.

when he came down from his high, billy dropped down to his knees before you, skipping all the teasing he wanted to do (he would, next time) and licked a fat stripe up your slit, stopping at your clit and sucking momentarily. the muscle continued to work at you, dipping and fucking into your achy hole, and within minutes, your orgasm had crashed into you like a powerful ocean tide, struck by poseidon himself. you cried out his name, explicit weaved between your moans. billy just rides you through it, strong hands holding your wildly bucking hips down as you spasmed through your release.

“good girl, such a good girl,” billy cooed, the praise making your face go warm, even after he saw the most intimate parts of you. you brush off the compliment, afraid your own voice would betray you and instead reply “i take it this won’t be the last time we do… this?” and billy just chuckles darkly, picking you up off the couch and sitting himself back down, placing you prettily on his lap. “no, sugar. after this, you’re mine. understand?”

[jakekiszkasmommy]

💫Starcatcher Nashville💫

Warnings: MINOR DNI, 18+ s m u t, unprotected sex, overstimulation, I'm sure I forgot others

Author's note: Happy Starcatcher my lovely readers! Thank you to Aubrey in thr group chat for this idea! 🫶 Jake made me absolutely feral in Nashville and I had to write something about it!

..............

You could watch him on stage forever and never get used to it. He looks fucked out of his mind. His lips pouted ever so slightly, his hair starting to curl from the sweat. Tonight was the first night of the Starcatcher World Tour and he was putting on a show. The best one that he could manage. He had this new black Gibson Memphis ES guitar with him on stage tonight. The guitar itself was a work of art. But paired with Jake and his new suit, he looked like a God. Just as the intro for The Archer began, you clenched your thighs together.

You wanted to get the full experience of the show tonight and requested to be in pit with the crowd. You had managed to plop yourself up on barricade right in front of Jake for the best view.

You and Jake had been together for nearly 8 years now, and the fans were very welcoming of you and your relationship. Many of them wanting to take a picture with you. This would always be a strange concept. You were so normal, but I guess dating a rockstar was bound to give you some attention.

Strutting right up to you, Jake was smiling and talking to his guitar. Words you could only dream of hearing later.

The smoke started to roll off of the stage and swirl around you and the other members of the audience and encompassing Jake on stage. As Jake played you could feel the vibrations of the music in your entire body. Every note, every strum, sent a shockwave to your core. It was almost the only thing you could think of. You couldn't take it anymore. You turned around and made your way to the back of pit where you fished your pass out of your purse and showed it to security. They lead you to the side stage where you watched Jake strut down the runway. He sent you a confused look as you pranced right past him with a wink.

Making your way to the side stage, you watched from the stairs. Eager to see him play from a new angle. He strutted back on the main stage before the song ended and the guys started making their way off stage. Ready for the encore.

They run off stage to grab a drink and share some hugs. "We aren't done yet my brothers." Jake declared as he wrapped an arm around your waist from behind. Giving you a small kiss on your temple, "2 more songs and then I'm all yours, my love." With that, he was grabbing his next guitar and running back on stage.

Light My Love was next and as the chorus started, beautiful rainbow lights lit up the arena. You were absolutely at a loss for words. Tears started flowing before you could stop them. Next you saw Pride flags waving back and forth. You clutched your chest. The fans did this. This wasn't organized by the crew. But how?? You were absolutely amazed and looked up just in time to see Josh smiling and swaying with the crowd as his brothers looked at him from their positions on stage with huge smiles. This was for him. The song ended and Josh started crying which made you cry even more. After giving a heatwarming speech and continuing on to the last song, you made your way back to the guys' dressing room.

Not long after, they all piled in. Smiles and tears being shared between all of them. You wrapped Josh into a big hug and kissed his cheek. "I love you, Joshy."

He planted a kiss on your forehead, "I love you too, Y/N. Thank you for being here."

He claps his hands together, "Now let's go celebrate!" They all showered and changed into their normal attire while you scrolled on your phone on the couch. After a beautiful dinner with friends and family, you and Jake said your goodbyes and made the trek home.

As you made it into your shared home, you toed off your shoes and padded down the hall to shower yourself. You didn't hear Jake approach as you turned on the shower and started to take your clothes off. "Care if I join?"

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his nose. "That depends on if you are going to make me feel good or just shower."

He nips at your ear, "I guess you'll have to find out."

As you step under the hot water, your shoulders relax and you tip your head back. Jake joins you and you help one another shower. You were digging your fingers into his scalp, massaging the shampoo into his hair as he let out a small moan. Your fingers stopped their movements. "Oh Jakey, you must be so worked up from tonight." You tip his head back and rinse out the suds. "Keep your eyes closed." He does as he's told and lets you rinse him off.

You stand behind him, your fingers now massaging his tight shoulders and moving down his back. Every curve of his muscles creating little streams of water. He turns around to face you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into the hot water with him. You can already feel his hard cock against your skin. Begging for attention. You snake a hand between the two of you and start slowly moving it up and down his length. A low groan coming from his throat as he closes his eyes. "You looked so good up there, baby. Sounded even better too. It was almost too much for me to handle. I thought about going back to the dressing room to give myself some relief."

His eyes shoot open and his hand cricles around your wrist. "You what. Is that where you were going when you left the pit?"

"M-maybe." You fumble over the word. Realizing you shouldn't have said that part. "That's when I stopped to watch Light My Love. And then I figured I'd wait."

"You know you aren't allowed to please yourself if I'm not around."

You look up at him, water droplets catching on your lashes so you blink them away. "I- I know but-"

"But what? Thought I wouldn't know? You think I wouldn't know when my pussy was being taken care of?" He uses the grip he has on your wrist to place your hand on your own heat.

All you can do is stand there in the shower, staring at him. Unsure of what is next. "Fine. Go ahead. Touch yourself then"

"But Jake-"

He grabs your face in his other hand, smooshing your cheeks until your lips jut out. "Shut your mouth or I'll stick something in it. I said touch yourself." He tightens his grip around your wrist slightly for emphasis.

You slowly move your fingertips up to ghost over your clit. Sighing a little as you add more pressure. He releases his grip and takes a seat on the bench in the corner of your shower. The steam making him look even better in the dim lighting. You stop your movements. "Jakey, I wanted you to."

"Well clearly you didn't care about that earlier did you?" He lounges back against the tile. "Keep going. Make yourself cum."

You feel out of your element. Exposed in the open shower without him next to you.

You snake your hand back down to your center and start making slow circles on your clit before picking up the pace. Tiny moans and whimpers start escaping your lips as you use your other hand to pinch your nipples, giving you more stimulation. Not realizing that you had closed your eyes, you open them to find Jake stroking his cock in the corner of the shower, watching you. A smirk playing at his lips.

"God you look beautiful," he whispers while his fingers ghost over his tip. You can't look away. Both of you now staring at each other and panting. "Come on baby, come on." He coaxes you as he starts pumping his fist faster. The same words he was saying to his guitar on stage tonight. You lean against the opposite wall as him. Spreading your legs so he can see everything. You run your fingers through your folds before inserting one finger and then two. Letting out a loud moan at the stretch. His eyes are locked on your hand.

You use your other hand to draw slow circles on your clit as you pump slowly into yourself. Staring at Jake. Your mind running wild. Only thinking about him and that guitar. You can see how much he is enjoying watching you.

"Mmmm Jakey, I loved watching you on stage tonight." Letting a loud moan slip past your lips as you play with yourself. "I loved that sexy new guitar. Loved watching you rock your hips into it. Makes me want to cum just thinking about it."

His eyes lock with yours as he pumps his hand faster over his angry cock. "Jesus. Look at you. Getting off thinking about my guitar?"

You nod and circle your clit faster. Chasing your end.

"Do it then. Cum while you're thinking about it."

You nod your understanding as your jaw hangs slack. Quickly throwing yourself over the edge of your orgasm while you pant and moan. He stands up and steps towards you. Watching you unravel in front of him. He hitches your legs around his waist and pins you in the corner of the shower. Lining himself up with your entrance, he slowly slides himself to the hilt in you.

You both let out a moan. "Want to know what I named it?" You give him a puzzled look. "The guitar. Do you want to know what I named it?" He asks as he slowly thrusts into you.

"Yes- please," you pant out. Thoughts of him and that guitar still swirling around your mind.

"I named it Y/N. After you. Because it's about time I named one after my girl. It reminds me of you. Mysterious. Beautiful. Curvy." He digs his fingers into the flesh of your hips as he says the last word.

Just him talking about the guitar and about you sends you spiraling into your next orgasm already. This one so hard you screw your eyes shut and see stars.

"Oh my poor baby, you really loved how it looked on stage didn't you? Love the way I talk about it. The way I fuck myself into it on stage, huh?" He thrusts harder into you.

"I talk to it too. The way I talk to you. Working it through a solo the way I work you through your orgasms. Oh and the beautiful sounds it makes is almost as beautiful as the noises you make when you cum."

The way he is pressing you into the tile of the wall gives your hands free reign of everything. His hair. His arms. Your hands are clawing at his chest as you throw your head back while he fucks you beyond belief.

"Come on baby, give me one more. I'm right there with you. But I want you to play with yourself again. I love watching you take care of her."

You right hand flies down to your clit and you make tight fast circles around it. Brigning you closer to the edge. "Please Jake, please please please."

"Fuckkkkkkk- I love hearing you talk when you are being fucked. Tell me how much you love my guitar. And how much you love watching me play."

Loud moans are ripping through you. You can't think. His words are too much and you are thrown into your third orgasm as he isn't far behind you. "I- I-" you try to find the words but can't. You stammer as you continue to clench around him. As he finds his end, he spills into you with a deep moan before stilling his hips.

He brushes his thumb along your cheek and soothes you. "That's ok baby. You said it enough. I know. I just want one more from you. You look too pretty to not. Ok? Can you do that for me? One more?"

Tears are running down your face from the over stimulation as he sets you on the bench. He kneels down in front of you and plunges his fingers into your dripping cunt. Pumping in and out at a relentless pace while his tongue works your clit.

You try and move away from him but are stuck. You want to cum but are feeling weak and overstimulated.

"I can't. I can't, Jakey." You sob out.

He looks up at you and your fucked out expression. Tears streaming down your face. A smile playing on his lips.

"You're already there baby just let go."

With two more pumps of his fingers, you are screaming and clenching around him. "Fuck yes baby, give it to me." The mixture of his cum and your own dripping out of you and onto his fingers. As he continues to fuck you with them. He starts to slow his pace and works you through your orgasm. You close your eyes and lean your head on him as you sob out. He holds you by your shoulders as you slump forward into him, exhausted. "Fuck, Y/N. Are you ok? Was it too much? Fuck. I'm sorry." He is frantic to clean you up with a wash cloth and turn off the now cold water. He wraps you in a towel and scoops you up into his arms before carrying you to the bed. Your eyes are heavy and your body is tired.

"Y/N, are you ok? Please baby talk to me." He begs.

"I'm ok. That was just...a lot. I liked it a lot. And you should use that guitar more. It's sexy." You look up to his eyes carefully watching you.

"You- you really named it after me?" You whisper.

He giggles and tucks you in next to him while he draws shapes and patterns on your skin.

"Yes. My most beautiful girls."

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[thefuchsianeko]

More voice claims, and more characters this time around

I was gonna try to do all my Olivia characters I have so far, but a handful of them were proving difficult to figure out, so I decided to go with what I already had. If I can figure out the rest, I'll have a part two for this one.

Voice notes under the cut, copy-pasted from the video link:

(sorry if some are a lot shorter than the others, I have more to say about some of them than the rest... just know I stand by my choices for the most part lol)

Olivia Wolfgang - Tara Strong (Unikitty - UniKitty!): This was another one that in my mind was "specific yet vague" (still don't know if that phrase makes sense but), but I kind of figured it out? The thing with Olivia's voice is that I don't want it to be too annoying, but it still has to be the right amount of childish/excited. A lot of possible voices were either too high or babyish, or not childish enough. Since one of my biggest inspirations for her as a character was Spongebob (who is voiced by Tom Kenny), I supposed that a voice done by someone like Tara Strong could probably work, and I've found that her voice for Unikitty is the best example so far. However, one thing I need to mention is that I do imagine Olivia having a slight lisp. (Another one of her biggest inspirations is Larry the Cucumber from Veggie Tales, who has a lisp-- and if I were to direct someone voice-acting for Olivia, I'd probably tell them "like Larry the Cucumber but more girly," lol.)

Kevin Hyenadae - Dana Carvey (Garth Algar - Wayne's World): Garth has always been the voice I imagine for Kevin, again since Garth was a big inspiration for him. A very specific, awkward kind of voice. He sounds exactly like this tbh.

Dusty Carol - Tara Strong (Raven - Teen Titans): Another instance where I've always heard an OC this way (though I don't think Raven is much of an inspiration for Dusty's character beyond "both of these characters are goth-girls with purple in their colour-schemes."). A good balance of uninterested-goth who can still show positive emotions (there are plenty of examples of "goth-girl" voices that are way too monotone for my liking, at least in reference to my character.) Also don't get distracted by the fact that the examples I've used for both Olivia and Dusty are the same voice actress (Tara Strong), these are merely examples, rather than, "this is exactly the people I would cast if this was a cartoon with full voice-acting." It is kind of funny that they're the same actress here, though.

Audrey Hyenadae - Fryda Wolff (Penny Crygor - Warioware: Get It Together!): She should sound confident, maybe TOO confident. Very determined, too, and a little rough perhaps? But still young (she's 12c LOL.) I also considered Pepper Anne's voice for her, but I thought it sounded a little too old.

Parfait Brulee - Toni Barry (Snork Maiden - Moomin): Parfait's voice should be very light and delicate, kind of feminine and very nice. Not much else to say!

Laramie Lemon ("Lemon") - Melissa Altro (Pippi Longstocking - Pippi Longstocking (1998)): I'll be honest, I had a lot of trouble finding Lemon's voice claim. I knew she should sound real friendly, with an air of confidence. A real go-getter! But eventually I thought Pippi Longstocking's voice fit well enough. (Don't be surprised if one day I come back and change this one LMAO)

Tami Kachiyama - Michaela Dietz (Amethyst - Steven Universe): Kind of rough sounding, kind of rude but not too much. I think I've always imagined her sounding like Amethyst.

Ellie Gibson - Olivia Olson (Marceline - Adventure Time): She should sound really cool, and pretty chill. She knows what she's doing! Another one where I've always imagined her with this specific voice! I did consider Wendy's voice from Gravity Falls, but I found that it wasn't chill enough. (btw I could've included a snippet for singing, since Ellie is a musician who sings, but I decided I wanted more attention for a regular talking voice. You can look up any Marceline song from Adventure Time if you want an example.)

Conner Oakley - Rickie Sorensen (Arthur - The Sword In The Stone): Another one that was harder to figure out. But, I knew he should sound a little friendly and very kind, maybe a little awkward. There were a couple of voices I considered, but found they were a little too loud, or rough, etc. But I thought Arthur from Sword In The Stone was a pretty good fit! The only thing is that he should have a southern accent, too... But it's surprisingly difficult to find voices with American-Southern accents that aren't girls, rude-sounding, or fully-grown men lol. (I'll also tell you it was a bit hard to compile the voice lines for this one because Arthur has like three different voice actors in that movie lol, but I think I found lines from just the one va.)

Sally O'Dylan-Gaterson - Jo Firestone (Annie Fantasy - Teenage Euthanasia): Nerdy, nice, shy-sounding, with a bit of a lisp (though I don't have a preference on the severity of said lisp.) I also considered Gretchen from Disney's Recess, but she sounded too smart/sophisticated? Sally is nerdy, but not that much academically speaking.

Danny Squiggles - Arin Hanson (Max - Game Grumps' Sam & Max playthrough): Ok uhhhh this one's kind of funny. The idea for his voice was originally inspired by Jon Lovitz's Tommy Flanagan character from SNL (I know very niche lol), especially since he was partially inspired by that character. But, I thought that, while it would be EXTREMELY funny, I thought Danny should sound less like a fully-grown adult. Surprisingly, when I was casually watching Game Grumps' let's-play of Sam & Max, I found that the voice Arin did for Max let's play would fit pretty well. I also considered Meowth's voice, but he just sounds too much like a cat, yknow?

Margot Nodarobutte - Stephanie Anne Mills (Lindsay - Total Drama Island): Margot should sound like a girly-teenager. Kind of air-headed, too. But not too much? And not like a valley-girl. I thought Lindsay's voice fit those parameters well.

Chloe Lovebird - Colleen O'Shaughnessey (Crystal Flowers Snagrash - Psychonauts): Somehow it was hard to figure out Chloe's voice, but I got it eventually lol. She's gotta have a high voice, and she should sound pretty annoying. I mean, her annoyance-factor should rival Olivia's, lol. Very excitable. She's a parrot after all, lol.

Debbie Xander - Brittney Karbowski (Black Star - Soul Eater): Debbie is LOUD and ABRASIVE. She tends to yell. Very in-your-face, but not exactly mean. Also, I think she might sound a bit androgynous? Idk how many people would consider this particular voice androgynous-sounding, but eh.

Cammie Kharma - Lara Jill Miller (Libby Stein-Torres - The Ghost And Molly McGee): Cammie was another hard one, though I thought she should sound kind of nerdy and a bit upbeat. Also a slightly nasally voice would probably fit, what with her little horn-nose 'n all, lol. My first idea for the voice was actually Juniper Lee, but looking up the voice actress I found this role she did in The Ghost and Molly Mcgee, and thought the attitude of Libby's voice was a better fit.

Edward Tennyson - Todd Haberkorn (Death The Kid - Soul Eater): Ed's got that anime-type voice yknow. He takes everything too seriously and is pretty sophisticated. My first consideration for his voice was actually Haku from Spirited Away, but I thought that sounded TOO serious (though a very deadpan kind of voice could be pretty funny if executed right.) So I remembered Death the Kid from Soul Eater and thought that could work pretty well, though I might want him to sound a tiny-bit less goofy.

Liz Lawrence - Brigette Lundy-Paine (Billie Logan - Bill & Ted Face The Music): This was another hard voice to find, though I still had a good idea of what I wanted her to sound like. I wanted to find a Pauly Shore kind of voice, yknow? (I guess you'd call it a "stoner-type-of-voice" but that seems wrong to say about a 14-year-old LOL) Though most of those kinds of voices you find are boys. Some voices I found were just really chill, TOO chill and cool in fact. While thinking of Bill & Ted I remembered Face The Music and the fact that their kids in that movie were basically copies of them lol, and I thought Billie was a very good fit.

Vic Kilgore - Nathan Sharp (Damien LaVey - Monster Prom): Ok so my idea for Vic's voice was just, "like Nathan Explosion but a kid." Rough, and like... metal, I guess. But he's still an annoying kid. Thought Damien LaVey fit, although I think Vic wouldn't be so loud. (as a bonus, when Vic grows up he sounds more like Nathan Explosion lol)

[helloblobbyblobfish]

SYSTEM MONITOR DEREZZED

The number of people who don't follow the same medias as I but like to see what I write… Thanks guys!

Tron: Evolution is a game set during C. L. U. 2.0 rebellion mentioned in Legacy. Adds some characters and concepts but not much details, the only important thing to mention being the virus called Abraxas. Probably one of the less plot-heavy or plot-relevant things of the full property. 

So, Tron: Evolution… Even by Tron standard (should make a meta commentary about this franchise-wide problem), this game has A LOT of interesting idea and unusual concepts thrown everywhere and never used:

That the program's focus on their directives is seen by some as a sign of their inferiority, by others the reason they are superior; rebellious ISO who are a lot less naïve than what we were told, Abraxas (Spoilers, but seriously. If CLU 2.0 could create a whole identity for a three-helix DNA being the day of the coup but had to wait Uprising to be able to let repurposed program keep the ability to just TALK, let alone still struggle to properly rectify Tron by the time of Legacy, The H**k is Alan's level of skill? That one might be a glaring plot hole, still.), Zuse's motives, Flynn who didn't believe in "basic's" free will but saw CLU as a person capable of growing mentally, etc.

Which leads us to the hero of the game: Anon. Helmet, full mute, even in-universe. The idea seems to be that this system monitor (like Tron) written in a hurry doesn't possess abilities not directly related to his job as Grid security. This and quite a lot of elements I've noticed or realized while reading/watching posts/videos about Evolution are almost earth-shattering for the franchise's themes and lore, but not a single scene to focus on the subject (seems the game was a bit rushed anyway).

Something was brought to my attention by this specific post by @the-system-monitor: https://the-system-monitor.tumblr.com/post/646373242011090945/thoughts

And I had to do something. Because the post also doesn’t fully grasp something about the Anon/Gibson dynamic: Anon doesn't show a single regret killing or even fighting him after Gibson is infected by a virus. Heck, one could argue that the reason why Anon went after Gibson is his purpose of eradicating all infected programs and he saw Abraxas infecting the ISO rather than worry.

I do like to imagine Anon is capable of emotions, but I was intrigued by the idea of a program who only thinks by his programming with no emotion, because it's so out of place in the franchise's style and internal logic. Plus, it would be compelling to try to write an emotionless POV character. Haven't done that in years.

So, here came this AU and ficlet. Hope you will enjoy it.

I own nothing. Tron is a Disney property.

Recompliling Program...

Importing backup….

The Grid. Living again.

Scanning surroundings for threats…

“Hum? Hello? We’re here, Mysterious System Monitor!”

“Be more respectful of him! He… He saved my life.”

Combat posture engaged. “Hey! hey! Hey! Hey! Calm down!”

A User? Better disengage, in case he feels the need to derezzes a rebellious program.

Protect the Users.

New sub-directives discovered. Kevin_Flynn must have tried to copy Tron’s programming during conception.

New objective: Discover what happened to CLU and The Grid since derezzing.

Internal clock reveals over 12000 cycles have happened since derezzing.

This program is feeling... shock.

“Are you okay? Anon, is it?”

ISO intruding in personal space. Have to step back to have the room to grab the disc without being stopped if need be.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him talk. I wonder how Flynn, your father, Sam, not you, programmed him. He always had an approach… I would say ‘robotic’, by users terms.”

A group of programs is around the ISO and the User. Scanning.

1)Male Mechanic program.

Defensive abilities: agility

Weaknesses: none

Notes: Seems extremely well-trained. Has adopted a System Monitor defensive stance. To be surveilled.

2)Female Combattant program

Defensive abilities: none

Weaknesses: Corrupted disks

Notes: Detecting traces of Medic program codes, that seems to have been abandoned in favor of becoming a Combat program. Is this possible?

Secondary objective: Learn how a basic program could change directives.

“What is he doing?”

“Shhh, Sam! He must be confused! Oh, how could I have missed his utter lack of expression ability during C.L.U’s coup?!? I’m feeling like such an idiot!” The User is immediately at her side, hugging her.

The Combatant program is murmuring to the Mechanic. What is she doing? Is she attempting to bribe him?

Analysis of her body language… Enhancing hearing to listen to her better…

Result… She is flirting. Nothing to notice.

Detecting a fifth program in the vicinity.

  Scanning for threat level…

Tron

Status: corrupted codes

Defensive abilities: Light Shielding, Unique programming making him more resistant and hit stronger. Extreme agility in recorded memory. Might have been weakened by the corruption.

Weaknesses: Stasis disc. Might be destabilized by injecting a second type of corrupted data with the corruption disc.

Tron might be too powerful to take on, but he is a danger to the Grid.

Goodbye, Tron.

“What is he doing?!!?” The Mechanic program is immediately defending him. Those movements… He was trained by Tron. Need to get away to planify a better attack strategy.

The ground’s coding is being modified by the User. Tentacles restraining… What should System Monitor Anon use to refer to itself?

Coding malfunction detected… Impossible to self-diagnostique.

“It is my coding, Sam_Flynn. He considered our previous working relationship less important than his programming.”

The Mechanic program is trying to… Analysis... comfort Tron: “Tron. I know you’re feeling guilty with everything you did as Rinzler, but this wasn’t you. Okay?” His face softens in a sign of.... Support?

Was Tron turned into a Virus like the ISO Jalen?

He needs to be derezzed for the safety of the grid, if so.

“I’m sorry”, the User’s voice, Sam_Flynn, unknown connection to Kevin_Flynn, comes from the back. Engaging 360° view. He is approaching the disc.

Protect your disc or your programming will be modified.

“Oh boy. I’m, I’m sorry. My dad seems to have written you off in haste. I will try to do something about it. Tron is getting repairs, but all those cycles of being infected by Malwares and other things make the process slow.“

“Don’t worry. I won’t derezzes you. But you need to focus on the Grid Bugs and the infighting amongst the remaining commanders of C.L.U’s army.” The combattant program flinch. Spy? Traitor? For whom? How to warn the User and the ISO if she’s a danger? Wait, the disc!

The User quickly puts it back in the support, but…

New programming detected… Engaging Sleep Mode during the reboot process...

-

Originally, I wanted to sprinkle in moments that showed Anon being able to detect wherever a program is currently being killed and by who, but it would have been horrendous to name everyone and he never showed this ability in canon, so I dropped it. I also didn’t expect the story to get so dark with the question of HOW could Anon act that way during the game and how unable to empathize with others he is. The latter point should have been the most obvious thing, but I guess it’s in the franchise’s coding to write something and realize the mere concept is existential dread..

[crypticsalutations]

Hello my lovelies 🥀 Today we are honored to bring you Part 2 of this special Cryptic Salutations exclusive! Continuing our in depth interview with Jonathan Lemon of Jesus Couldn't Drum, in this section he shares details about the band's equipment set up, the life changing feeling of emerging into the music industry, and the unexpected cult popularity that arose in countries other than their own! We hope you thoroughly enjoy it! 🔥 Track: Jesus Couldn't Drum's Even Roses Have Thorns Stay tuned for Part 3, coming on August 13!

Cryptic Salutations: How many of the singles were originally pressed?

Jonathan Lemon: I believe the minimum amount was 1000 in those days. They would have pressed less if it was possible! They were distributed by The Cartel which was a co-operative group that included some of the most notable labels of the 1980s UK post-punk and indie scene such as Backs, Rough Trade, Red Rhino and Nine Mile. Apparently, they could sell anything.  When we did the free flexidisc for the first album, they made 50k in many different colors and gave them away with ZigZag magazine which went out of business the next issue which was disappointing because famous rock journalist William Shaw had done a long in-depth interview with us which has now been lost to time.  The first album was 3k if I remember correctly.

CS: Do you recall what your equipment set up was? What make of synths, guitars, pedals, etc?  

JL: A Fostex X-15 multitrack tape player, a Roland SH101, a very primitive echo chamber, a couple of used Boss effects pedals, a Gibson copy guitar, a melodica, a Shure SM58 microphone, a Black Box fuzz module, a Sound Master Memory Rhythm SR-88 and a small box filled with various percussion instruments and fluty pipes.  Later we had a Roland TR 808 and a Boss Dr Rhythm DR55 and very importantly an EM-U Emulator 1 sampling keyboard that used to belong to Tears For Fears. It had “TFF” stenciled onto the flight case.  It currently belongs to Fat Boy Slim.

CS: Do you consider your time in Jesus Couldn’t Drum as an exploration of your artistic limits, or was it simply a fun hobby shared between friends?

JL: I think we both couldn’t quite believe the speed of what was happening and consequently we just rolled with it rather than had any expectations or strategy.  Maybe it was pretty small beans to most people but it felt quite life changing to us, and we were suddenly serious young people in important trousers, and people were sniffing around us hoping we’d be the next big thing. There was definite conflict between the band and the label over musical direction.  The label kept telling us to get a big hit before doing more “challenging” stuff. We were more interested in doing something different. “Different” to use just meant not being like any of the other bands we were aware of at the time which was a pretty small pool admittedly. The second JCD album was very self-indulgent but in a way I think it’s also the only one I can really stand to listen to anymore. 

CS: Did you take the single and subsequent EP’s and albums on tour? If so, to where, and what kind of criticisms were you met with? And what compliments?

JL: We didn’t coincide tours with the releases.  We would just go if someone offered to pay us, usually an enthusiastic promoter in Belgium or Germany. We had no oversight really. In England, already at that time there was an expectation that the small bands would PAY to play to get the exposure or if lucky, play for free. Once the records came out there was a lot more interest in our music from(mainland) Europe. Incredibly, we would go off on the ferry in a car packed full of equipment and band members, and there would be a little venue in a small, picturesque town in Switzerland for example, with posters for our gig everywhere and a hall packed with people wanting to see us who knew our songs. There were four of us and a drum machine and mostly we went down well.  I think the set only lasted about 30 minutes. I don’t recall JCD having any bad gigs actually but many of my later bands did. Once in Italy some people threw coins at us.  We were later told that it was a sign of appreciation, but I’m still not convinced. It was all pretty thrilling because none of us had ever really traveled outside of England before. It was all a bit rushed and low budget but we had a lot of fun.

[lydiaschulz]

My guy,

I’m writing this as you are peacefully asleep laying on me…and I can’t help but to admire u(s). You are more than I deserve in a guy, yet you choose to be with me still. You saw my flaws from my past relationship and helped me grow out of that. You were selfless as I was struggling through the sleepless nights and would stay up with me until the early morning and then go to work just an hour or two after we left each other. You would sacrifice sleep, time alone, your days off, and most of all your spare time.

I remember when I was in my last relationship how I was applying endlessly for apartments just to get out of mine and one day you met me at city brew to bring me food and then we went to Gibson. At Gibson I remember a moment when I felt this overwhelming feeling to just fall into your arms. When I did so I remember the peace that I felt as you just held me. I remember listening to your heart beat and how peaceful it was. I remember when you said, “this feels too good” and squeezed me a lil tighter. I remember when we just stood in the parking lot and you just held me. It was then when I knew we were gonna be together. That all being said I’m super grateful for you. I’m grateful that you chose me and that you choose to come home to me daily. I’m grateful for your family and for how much they care for you and how they are always welcoming people with open arms—they are truly ones who I look up to daily and hope to do the same with you someday. Your family is the spark to me wanting to start one with you someday and to follow in your parents footsteps. They’ve changed the way I look at family and how I want to raise our kids to be like. I know we both didn’t have ideal parents when we were growing up but I know that that will motivate us to become the parents we wanted to have when we raise our child(ren). Looking back it’s crazy to see what we’ve accomplished within such a short period of time. Since August we’ve done so much in the last 8 months that we’ve been together it’s felt like a couple years already—and I’m incredibly grateful. There’s so much to be grateful for, and honestly you are what keeps me motivated to push through daily. You motivate me to become better; to rely on you and to forgive myself for my past. You push me to be a better person daily for myself as well as others. You make me proud: you work your ass off, and you are always giving 110%, you are people oriented, you are career driven, and you take really good care of me. I love you so much and someday I hope to repay everything you’ve done for me. Truly grateful and could not have asked for anything more. I cannot wait to see where we go together. I love you forever-ever!

I love how peaceful you look when you sleep.

[puckmetwice]

CALLING ALL OFF CAMPUS LOVERS 🚨📢

Y’all… I am a huge reader and I have read every single hockey series (like…. So many) so you don’t have to ✨ here are my recs and rankings of the series:

1. Maya Hughes/Kings of Rittenhouse Series: YALL. If you have not read Kings you need to exit this app right now and download it. I am not kidding when I say that I’ve reread this series like 7 times. The general plot line is that this group of guys went to high school together and now two of them are in college, three went straight to the NHL. By the end of the series they’re all graduated and in the NHL and it is simply just such a well developed series of books. Each boy is so different and I really appreciate that. One of the things I struggled with in Off Campus is that every boy is the same person in a different font. Ugh I simply just adore this series <3

1. FAVE BOY: Ford makes me feel some typa way… but I also love Colm and Emmett. BUT I LOVE ALL OF THEM ASDFJKJS.

2. Odette Stone/Vancouver Wolves Series: YALL this one is NEXT LEVEL. Puck Me Secretly is the first book and it’s ICONIC. The mc is the GM’s daughter and she essentially has to step into his role and has an enemies to lovers ish with one of the players. I love having a strong feminist mc. The next three books still work in the universe but explore really different tropes. They’re my comfort books when I want drama and romance.

1. FAVE BOY: Max <3 but Ryan is such a close second

3. Kendall Ryan/Hot Jocks Series: these books are SO FUN. They explore a group of guys that play for Seattle and I personally really resonate with them being out of college and dealing with real-world-grown-adult problems. She really covers all the tropes in this series (starts with brothers best friend, then friends to lovers, fake dating, etc.)

1. FAVE BOY: GRANT OMG <3 But I also love Owen

4. Sawyer Bennett/Cold Fury Hockey Series: okay I only read the first 3ish in this series but I really did love it. The first and second book were very good; the second explores an mc that has cancer, which was a really unique plot line. It was heavy but so well done. I cried a lot but the author did a wonderful job.

1. FAVE BOY: Alex was just…sigh. perfect.

5. Elle Kennedy/Off Campus/Briar U: first hockey series that I ever read. Obviously is the blueprint but as I’ve explored other series I don’t regard off campus as the best. A lot of this is because the books deal with simply resolved/trivial plot line conflict. That is perfect when you’re in the mood for something light and goofy.

1. FAVE BOY: ugh this changes on the daily but after my first read through Logan was who I was drawn to. But Jake has a spot in my heart alskdfhlaskdjf.

6. E. Cleveland/Westbury Warriors Series: I read these so long ago and remember generally liking them but not enough that I remember the details of each books very clearly. I liked them, they were entertaining, but not the best series I have read. That being said, these books are written by a man which was interesting because I rarely read romance written by a man simply because I usually don’t love the way they characterize women. But he did a great job!

1. FAVE BOY: Reed for sure! (His nickname is Gucci LOL)

7. Helena Hunting/Pucked Series: I wanted to like these but I simply just could not get into them. Definitely more quirky and humorous as a series but I tend to gravitate towards the ones with a big controversy or drama, so it already wasn’t my thing.

Okay I believe that these are all of the series that I’ve read, although it is hard to keep track because I read so quickly. I’ve read a couple of one-offs and they were solid but series are just so much more developed. I still need to check out the following series: Nashville Assasins by Toni Aleo, Off Sides by Sawyer Bennett, Chinooks Hockey Team by Rachel Gibson, New York Blades by Deidre Martin, Bellevue Bullies by Toni Aleo, and Boston Terriers Hockey by Jacob Chance.

If you have any recs or thoughts about these books PLS DROP THEM BELOW!!! I LOVE TO TALK ABOUT BOOKS <3

[yourmcu]

Friday, I’m In Love

Pairings: Tony Stark x reader

Summary:

In which the reader is an Avenger and she just geeks out when she sees a bunch of musical instruments at the compound and Tony just fallsinlovewithherstraightaway because of her personality and music taste

Word count: 2,562

A/n: (moved to the end of the fic!)

Warnings: u have nothing to worry about :) fluff!

read it on ao3!

gif not mine! credits to the owner^^

“I’ll drop this off at your room before I hit the hay, Tony mentioned about giving you a tour of the place first.” Clint patted you on the arm and walked pass you with your bags.

You nodded and smiled, really appreciating his help. You’ve been sorting things out at your apartment with Clint all day. “Alright, thanks. I owe you one.” You heard him say something along the lines of ‘buy me donuts’ before he was out of sight.

“Agent L/N, you’re finally able to join us,” Tony gave you a playful smile, finishing his drink to walk over to you.

You were officially one of the avengers, and now officially moving in. It’s been a few months since you assisted the team on a particularly huge mission. It was not planned of course, after that you started helping out when they needed it, and they thought you’d fit right in.

“Tony,” you gave him a small nod and a kind smile. “And please, call me Y/N.” The billionaire then offered you a drink but you declined.

“Good, didn’t think you’d be much of a drinker,” Tony stated and gave you one of those charming looks that would literally sweep any girl right off her feet. “Has anybody told you that you’ve got pretty eyes?”

The comment surprised you but then again, you remembered who you were talking to. “Stark, if we’re going to be working together you better cut the crap.” You laughed.

Tony raised an eyebrow, thinking that you probably ran into Pepper first before coming up. The small talk led to Tony’s said compound tour. He was making jokes here and there, even revealing secrets about the others that you didn’t need to know about.

After some time the both of you reached the last floor, the one that had your bedroom. Tony was still talking but your  gaze was glued to the black, shiny piano out in the balcony. Why was something so grand and probably expensive doing in plain sight where someone could just swoop in and steal it?

“Earth to Y/N,” Tony waved a hand in front of your face. He stopped when you came back from your trance. “There you are. That’s a secluded, little balcony. It’s a great place to let off some steam or just to take a break for a while.”

“That’s nice,” you murmured. “You... uh, you play?”

Tony spun around to look at you again. “Play?”

“Yeah. The piano, I mean. It’s a good looking piano.” You admitted.

“Oh. That’s what you were ogling? For a second I thought I was a bad and boring tour guide,” he chuckled. “I wouldn’t say I do. It’s a specific model my mother used to own and...”

You waved him off and smiled lightly, not wanting him to explain further as you already understood. It might kill the mood. It’s been a while since you’ve run your fingers through a set of piano keys, you realized, but you were also shy to ask Tony if you could play it sometime.

“Alright, just call for Friday if you need anything, or call Friday to call me,” he joked when you finally reached your bedroom door. “After you settle maybe you could stop by the lab? I could really use your help for something - it’s in your area of expertise, you know?”

“Sure. Tomorrow’s good?”

“Sounds great.”

You nodded and thanked him for the tour, and he gave you a salute before walking away.

----

“Good morning, metal man.”

From inside the Iron Man suit, Tony turned around to see you leaning against the wall beside the door to the lab, a cheeky smile on your face, one cup of coffee in each hand. He was certain that he pulled another all nighter, not even realizing that it was morning until you greeted him.

Surprised by your presence, the iron helmet swiftly revealed his tired face, then he opened up the chest plate of his suit to get out of it completely. “Time?”

“It’s six. I didn’t think you’d be working this early,” but you noticed the circles around his eyes. “...or you didn’t stop since last night.”

“Nope.” Tony snatched one of the cups from your hand and gulped it down. His eyes slightly widened when he realized you snuck in some bourbon in there.

He also couldn’t help but look at your nightwear. Slightly shabby sweatpants and a large band shirt. Green Day, he noticed. They weren’t bad. Heck he could’ve sworn he heard one of their songs on the radio once.

“You said you needed me for something?” You recalled, walking over to his computer. You were an all in one package: you practiced a lot of fighting as a teenager, now you trained with Natasha or Steve, so you knew a decent amount of hand-to-hand combat. Originally you were supposed to major in arts, but switched to the science stuff, engineering, so you knew a thing or two about building things. You also took interest in coding. Plus, Fury admitted to like your wit, one of the reasons why he wasn’t against you joining the avengers.

Tony just wanted you to try and make the security systems around the compound more tight, more secure. He’d do it himself but he wanted to see what you can do. You were the newest part of the team, of course he’d be curious about you.

You pushed yourself away from his desk, humming at the green bar slowly filling up in the monitor. “That should take a while,” you crossed your legs and looked up at the genius billionaire. “You’re awfully quiet, Tony, I think you need some sleep.”

He rolled his eyes, smiling. “I’m getting back to work.”

“Hey no, I’m serious. You need to re-”

You cut yourself off when you saw a beautiful, six-stringed instrument that hung from the wall when you turned. Tony wondered why you abruptly stopped talking and looked at you.

You got up the chair and carefully removed the electric guitar from the wall. You cringed a bit when you felt the rusty strings on your fingertips. Clearly this hasn’t been played in a while.

But nonetheless, you thought it was beautiful.

“You’re looking at it like it’s the love of your life,” Tony pointed out.

“Do you not know what this is?” You gestured to the instrument. It was a Gibson, 1960 Les Paul - its color scheme being cherry red and black. It greatly reminded you of Brian May’s red special-

Anyway, you sat back down, running your hands through the fret board a couple times to get used to the rusty strings, also tuning some that were out of tune. Then you pulled out a small pick from your pocket.

“So you just carry around a plastic plectrum everywhere you go, huh?” Tony heaved himself up to sit on top of his desk in front of you.

Playing a few sets of chords made you reminisce about your high school years. You were the type that brought a guitar everyday to school back then. “It’s a habit,” you chuckled. “When did you start playing?”

“Oh, no. I just collect them. I know a chord or two but that’s it.”

You laughed. Of course, he was a billionaire. “I could teach you if you want.”

Tony crossed his arms and playfully raised an eyebrow. Is this your way of flirting with him, or was it just an innocent offer? “Why, you a professional or something?”

“No - well, if I stuck to my original career choice, I should be.” You shrugged.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Tony made a mental note to himself to ask you more about that specific topic later on.

“Fine,” you giggled. “Name a band and I’ll play a song.”

He pretended to think. “Dunno, AC/DC.”

You slid your fingers up a bit to the higher frets to play the intro to ‘You Shook Me All Night Long’. It’s your personal favorite from that band. The guitar doesn’t sound as exciting as it is when it’s plugged in, but you manage to pull it off. You then played the opening riff a couple times then skipped to the chorus.

Tony watched your hand as you hummed along the chorus. It was a great song, yet simple chords, simple until you get to the solo part. He thought you played it beautifully but he’d never admit it to your face.

“C’mon, it was just one song, am I that good?” You teased when you saw a glint of amazement in his eyes.

“Please, anyone can play that song.” Tony rolled his eyes, grinning. Then he pointed to your shirt. “Green Day.”

You repositioned your hand on the frets, playing the fingerstyle to the band’s song ‘Minority’. “I’d never wear a band shirt if I didn’t know the band. That’s downright embarrassing.

“What’s your genre, Stark? I’m guessing a lotta rock?” You stopped playing for a bit to look at him.

“You could say that. But if I think it’s catchy then it’s going on my playlist,” Tony responded. “You can keep that guitar, by the way.”

You looked at him with wide eyes. “I can’t. This - this model is expensive. The brand’s expensive-”

“It’s three grand.” He told you like it didn’t matter to him.

“Exactly! It’s expensive!”

“Boss, Miss Romanoff is on her way down.” Friday’s voice rang throughout the room.

On cue, Natasha walked in wearing her usual sparring attire. “Y/N. You were supposed to meet me at the gym half an hour ago.”

You cursed, getting up and hanging the guitar back up the wall earning a glare from Tony. He really did want to give it to you. “Sorry, got caught up. Uh... I think it’s done, Tony,” you rambled and pointed at his computer, green bar already full. 

Natasha lingered at the door after you ran up to change. “I know you have a lot of those displayed around and I’m telling you, hide them.” She was referring to the guitar.

“Why?” Tony hopped off the desk and began working again.

“Mainly because she turns into a huge music geek, but I’m assuming you love it.”

----

Tony had a stressful time doing work one night. He’s in the middle of a suit upgrade and he just can’t seem to put it together right. Maybe he just needed a moment to breathe and relax.

So he went to the balcony, a glass of his preferred alcohol for the night in hand.

He wasn’t that surprised when he saw you in there too. After the first time you came over his lab you started coming over regularly, just to talk about random stuff, music and bands, assisting him with anything he needs assisting with. The both of you became close. You could catch and snap back whenever he made a smart remark, and when he would shamelessly flirt with you, you’d just play along, you don’t get insulted or take any of it too seriously. That’s probably why he likes you so much.

This time you sat in front of the piano, playing chords and doing random scales. Tony admired you quietly from the entrance of the balcony. You did look pretty peaceful humming along, he even found it adorable when your eyebrows furrowed when you accidentally hit a wrong note, sometimes you’d shake your head slightly.

You were definitely something else. As time passed, Tony realized his feelings for you only grew and grew. He even started listening to all the songs you recommended, which were all amazing, even though at first he wasn’t used to hearing songs without an electric guitar on full distortion.

“Sorry. It was just so tempting.” You giggled. You pat the vacant part of the piano seat next to you. Tony placed his drink on top of the piano before sitting down.

You began playing a new song and he was very much relaxed by it. He remembered that time he got to ask you why you didn’t grab the opportunity to play music professionally.

“Well why didn’t you?” Tony asked.

You shrugged, fiddling with his custom made Iron Man guitar. “People judged me. Told me I’d never make it as a musician, that it was just out of luck for the famous ones out there now. It’s fine honestly, I liked other stuff anyway. After that I started training, y’know, became a spy...”

“You know how The Cure’s ‘Friday I’m In Love’ is upbeat?” You asked as you transitioned to a new chord. Tony hummed. “I found a slow, piano version the other day and I... learned it. I think it’s pretty.”

“Let’s hear it.”

You smiled. You were always flattered when he wanted to hear you play songs.

Tony looked at your hands swiftly playing the piano keys, up to your face concentrating on what chord was next. You only learned it by ear, you were sure you’d mess up at some point.

“I don’t care if Monday’s blue,” you hummed. “Tuesday’s grey and Wednesday too...”

You believed your singing voice was shit, so you just did this thing where you hummed- but also sung the lyrics as you played. Tony believed differently though. He thought your voice was beautiful.

“Thursday, I don’t care about you... it’s Friday, I’m in love,” You glanced at Tony for a moment and then returned your attention to the piano keys when you saw that he’d been fully listening to you.

“Monday you could fall apart,” you fell into your own little world again, high-fiving yourself in your mind when you nailed that chord progression.

Whereas Tony was sure that he was falling for you as moments passed.

“Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart...”

The way you sung that last part made him feel things. It was just so soft, warm, damn, he wanted to make a move now.

‘Do it! You won’t have a chance like this again.’ A voice inside his head told him.

“Thursday doesn’t even start, it’s-”

You did an entirely different chord, messing up the song. “Oh god, that was horrible.” You laughed, closing your eyes and putting your hands around your stomach to contain your laughter. “But it was a good version, don’t you th-”

When you went to look at Tony, you were immediately cut off by lips pressing to yours. He cupped both sides of your face to gently deepen the kiss. He didn’t want it to be forced but seeing as you weren’t pulling away and you started to kiss back, he didn’t stop.

You were shocked to say the least. It was so fucking cliche but it was happening. Tony Stark was kissing you, and you liked it. Well of course you did, who wouldn’t? Maybe because it felt like it had meaning, not because he’s just lusting for you. It felt like your heart was about to leap out of your chest and there were actual butterflies inside you.

“Friday, I’m in love.” Tony finished the lyric for you after he pulled away.

“Are - are you-”

“I might have to kiss you again just to shut you up.”

But this time you beat him to it. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, and you felt those darn butterflies again.

“It’s about time, sir.” Friday spoke.

----

so this is just a pure music-related imagine and also I’m sorry if you don’t like the band(s) mentioned (bc it’s an x reader), or have a different guitar preference, or play a different instrument or have a drastically different fav genre, etc.

(AND YES I THOUGHT THE TITLE WAS PERFECT FOR THIS SINCE IT’S A SONG AND HE HAS AN A.I NAMED FRIDAY)

[beyoncesdragon]

title: have a look yourself

× pairing: Jae x f!reader ((I think?)), (established relationship)

× summary: Spending Christmas with Jae sure is entertaining and full of surprises. 

× warnings: none, FLUFF

× wordcount: 1.3k

× a/n: listen, I don’t know? I kinda lost myself there at the end tbh, I never meant for it to go there. Also, I put f!reader because I used the term “wife someone” and I don’t KNOW IF YOU CAN SAY THAT TO A GUY/NON BINARY PERSON I’m sorry. Pls educate me. (also, watch me pretend to know anything about guitars here, lmao bye) Merry Chrism y’all!

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“Your Christmas gift for me is…my own album?” Jae asked, looking up just slightly confused. You had troubles holding back your laughter as you nodded, trying to muster an innocent expression. How you had waited for today, longed for the moment you could finally give him the gift you’d planned out so carefully. It had taken you months of planning and messaging back and forth with the company, countless nights spent editing in front of your computer.

Jae flipped the red and black box over, suspiciously eyeing the back of it. “Uh…thank you?” you rolled your eyes. “Open it, Jae come on!” he gave you another confused glance, only hesitatingly fumbling with the lid.

“Will it explode? Hey, why are you filming?” you shook you head quickly, motioning him to just finally focus on the task on hand. He sighed, having decided that questioning you or your choice of gift wouldn’t bring him any further now. All that was left was opening the album. With another sigh he flipped the cover open, facing…the completely regular content. There were the preorder-gift polaroids, a bookmark (with Wonpil at that) the lyric cards, photo cards, the photobook and in its back, as Jae knew, would be the CD. Nothing special. Jae was more than confused.

“I’m sorry, did I miss something? Did like, a fairy elevate from it or something?” you only laughed, shaking your head.

“Nope.” Jae sighed, giving you big, very confused eyes. “Jagi, help. I don’t want to seem ungrateful, I just really don’t…get it?” you gave him an innocent smile once again and nodded towards the album.

“Unpack it. Oh come on Jae, have you never unboxed an album before? Do it like me when I get mine in.” he snorted.

“I only make them, what would I unbox them for. And what do you mean, do it like you. Does that mean I’m supposed to squeal over Jackson Wangs face when I see him pop up somewhere?” you threw the discarded wrapping paper at him.

“You’re no fun Jae, seriously. Just go through it, Jesus Christ!” he sighed dramatically before finally, tilting the box so it’s content would fall into his hands. He gave you a quick look and you just nodded, urging him to continue.

“Am I supposed to go through the photobook?” you shrugged. “I mean, what would you do first if you were a fan of yourself and would get this in the mail?” he pursed his lips slightly. “I am a fan of myself. Y/N you’re no help at all.” you only snickered amused. “Jae, you’re a stoic little boy. Hurry up.” He gave you a glare before opening the photobook…and almost dropping it again.

“What the fu-?“ you couldn’t help yourself any longer and burst out laughing. Instead of the group pictures he’d probably expected, there was…something else. Still a group picture, with just the tiny difference that all the members wore Wonpils face. Jae flicked through the pages of the book, scanning over every picture before looking at you with a horrified look on his face. “What did you dooo?” he whimpered, opening the book at the page where he’s supposed to be – and was – but with Wonpils face montaged over his own. You couldn’t answer just yet, your breath hitching with giggled as you watched Jae stare at this army of Wonpils all over the pages of the book with a look of disgust.

“I’m speechless. How did you even get this done, who helped you. JYP himself?” he ran his fingers over the smooth surface of the pictures, now fighting a small smile.

“The demon, indeed.” Jae mumbled, and a tiny smile started to tug on his lips. You were on floor laughing, more than satisfied with your gift, more than happy with his reaction.

“So you wanna tell me…that you went through all this trouble…all of this…just so I would have a book with Wonpils face?” you nodded, teary eyed, sore throated  but happy. “For my favourite boy. A special edition, only copy that has ever been made. You like it?” he narrowed his eyes.

“C’mere you little minx…” and he leaped towards you. With a shocked squeal you scooted out of reach before getting on your feet as quick as possible and speeding for the kitchen. The chase did not go on forever, actually it ended almost instantly. Jae was faster (also because you wore fluffy Christmas socks which made everything dangerously slippery)  and had you trapped in his arms in no time. He picked you up for half a second maybe, right before he fell backwards onto the sofa, where he took it upon himself to tickle the living hell out of you. Only after a good ten minutes he stopped with it and pulled you into his chest.

“You’re so annoying.” Was all he had to say, the fond smile on his lips betraying him. You only grinned, turning around so you could comfortably rest in his arms. He glanced down at you, a smile dancing over his lips. You reached up to press yours against them, as if to catch the smile before it vanished.

“Now did you like it?” he laughed softly, pulling you tighter for a second. “Sure. Would you be mad if I burned it or something?” you stifled a laugh, intertwining your fingers with his, resting them on his belly.

“I kinda expected you to at least frame a few pages. You could hang it up in the studio, right over your guitar stand. The colours would look great with that deep red Gibson you got.” Jae hummed amused before he snapped up.

“Wait the what?” you bit back a tiny smile. “The deep red Gibson Les Paul Studio, you know that guitar. It would go well with the red aesthetic moment you guys got going on in the album.” You repeated, acting as if nothing was wrong.

“I…I don’t have a red Gibson…? I only have a black one, you know the old one…?”

“Are you sure you don’t have a red one?” he sat up, giving you a weird look. “What are you…”

“Oh come on, you didn’t really think I just got you the Wonpil photobook, did you?” his jaw fell slack.

“You got me a guitar?” you grinned proudly. “Younghyun helped me pick the right kind, since I have less than no knowledge about guitars. It’s waiting for you behind the coats in the hallway…I had to hide it somewhere. Go have a look.” Jae was on his feel faster than a chicken on speed and sprinted towards the clothing racks, slithering coming to a stop in front of them.

“Holy shit.” You laughed. “She’s beautiful! I can’t believe…are you serious?” he brushed carefully over the shinny ebony, placing the guitar in a way where it would rest safely on his lap. You leaned against his shoulder as you watched him brush over a few strings hesitatingly. The dark red fit beautifully into the scenery, the light up Christmas tree and cozy atmosphere, accentuating everything with a more Christmas-sy feel. “Damn. I know I shouldn’t swear on Christmas out of everything but holy shit, she’s beautiful.” you shrugged lightly, shooting him a wink. “Suits you perfectly then!” he clicked his tongue and gave you a slightly unbelieving look.

“Keep that behavior up and I’ll wife you before this year ends.” You huffed amused. “Yeah I mean I would, but I do not have the financial capability to do that, good Sir. You can still wife me, tho.” He shot you a quick grin before diverting his gaze back to the guitar.

“You know, I’m gonna do it anyways so...” Jae mumbled almost absentmindedly, gaze still fixed on the guitar. You looked up surprised, feeling a tingle rise in your chest. 

Was he…serious?

“Oh yeah?” he looked up at you, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “What? Did you think I only got you a box of chocolates and those lame ass concert tickets for Christmas? The ring is in the top drawer of my nightstand, I had to hide it somewhere.” This time, it was your turn to stare at him blankly.

“Shut up Jae, you’re kidding.” He leaned back with a smug grin, shooting you a wink.

“Go have a look yourself, babe.”

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[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Rewrite Mandarin & The Hyperforce Confrontation🧡❤️💛💚💙🖤💔

    Mandarin and the Hyperforce talk about what happened.

Nova- I know you’re angry over us putting you on the prison ship but that’s no excuse to put ALL OF SHUGGAZOOM AND A GOOD CHUNK OF THE GALAXY IN DANGER!  Mandarin- I was trying to take Skeleton King out you fools! I even gave you time to escape before the bomb blew. Wish I didn’t had I’d known you would DEACTIVATE IT! It could’ve DESTROYED HIM!

Gibson- Along with everything close around it, INCLUDING SHUGGAZOOM! It was potentially as strong as a SUPERNOVA and would’ve destroyed the city from just the SHOCKWAVE OF IT!

Sparx- And I thought you’re suggestion to just take the robot and hit him with everything we had was crazy! You’ve always been crazy overboard like with what you did with Nova in the freezing chamber! Or when u got me to try to capture that intergalactic space beast? I could keep going, it’s a LONG LIST! Nova- You’ve done nothing but put our lives in senseless danger, as well as Shuggazoom’s all for your stupid obsession with Skeleton King! 

Mandarin- STUPID!? Have you also forgotten, along with me that he’s a ruthless dictator trying to take over the galaxy!?

Nova- You don’t think we hate Skeleton King too!? But if we make just one bad move, Shuggazoom and all of the galaxy will be at his mercy! But NOOO, you didn’t want to listen to what we had to say! FOR CRYING OUT LOUD YOU TRIED TO KILL US BECAUSE WE DIDNT WANT TO DO YOUR DEATH WISH OF A MISSION! YOU HURT US! You even got Chiro involved in all of this! You thought you were always right and we were just your tools. Are you seriously surprised why we kicked you off!?

Mandarin-…I-Is that what you really think?

Everyone stays silent. Mandarin looks at Otto specifically who begins to tear up and look away. Mandarin looks and sees a reflection of himself on some metal.

Mandarin- I see. So that’s why you never visited me Everyone faces him

Mandarin- I can’t believe it took all those years in stasis for me to see that.

Everyone looks horrified.

Otto- L-Like you knew what was happening!?

Mandarin- I was aware enough what happened, and how long I was left there. With nothing but my memories, playing over and over and over in my head, the only thing I could do was process what happened between us.

Gibson- YOU WERE CONSCIOUS THE ENTIRE TIME!?

Mandarin- Yes, not that it’d would’ve really mattered to you as along as I was still locked up.

Antauri- It wasn’t like that Mandarin! Mandarin- Then what does it mean when your team gets rid of nearly all your stuff, don’t visit or even check up on your status in stasis and replace you with a child. A CHILD! You clearly felt I was a lost cause! Was I that bad that all the good I did do for you and Shuggazoom was nothing?! I taught you everything I could, I risked my life to protect everyone, I thought of you as my family. But it’s clear you don’t reciprocate. Now that you have the boy.  Antauri- Chrio’s not a replacement, he’s 

Mandarin- Better than me? I know, you don’t need to try to explain yourself. You didn’t bother when I was in prison. I have no true grudge with you or the boy, just Skeleton King. I apologize for all the inconvenience today but don’t worry, I’m not planning on coming back. Once Skeleton King’s finally gone, so will I. You’ll never have to see me again.  Otto- Mandy wait!  Mandarin grabs his old helmet and gauntlets, flies off.

Otto is left there speechless.

Antauri- Come Otto, this is a fight we’ll have to continue another time.  Everyone walks away, with sad expressions. Otto looks back, concerned and hurt. Scene cuts to a cave hidden in the woods close to Shuggazoom, with Mandarin in it, holding his helmet. He takes a photo he hid in it, of him and the gang together, looking happy.  Mandarin Monologuing- What’s done is done. We can’t change the past, no matter how much we’d want to. Now I must focus on now, we may not be together anymore but I’m still bound to my duty. To destroy Skeleton King! Scene shows the gang with Chiro, together, Otto farther from the group holding a similar photo, showing he and Mandarin very close in it. Otto looks like he’s ready to cry. Mandarin-I’m coming for you Skeleton King. I will destroy you and anyone else who tries to get in my way.  He holds up the helmet, he redesigned to look darker and more for combat, puts it along with his gauntlets on and stares into the distance at the robot. The orange sky, along with Mandarin darkening as the sun sets.

ANYONE!

Orange eyes along with blue lighting pierce into the the black screen. The end.

What do u think? I’d love to know💖

[borom1r]

eric matthews asks... I don't talk abt him nearly as much as I should for how much I love him!!

but: I have honestly been thinking abt him and william quite a bit? like the inherent peace that comes with someone understanding you in ways no one else has ever been able to & knowing you're not alone in feeling the way you do. I think it's just as healing for william to be with eric as it is for him to be w adam n lawrence... so like!! sorry if this is vague but I wld just. love to hear anything more you have on them bc they're living rent free in my head rn <3 and, if you want, maybe smth abt him interacting w both daniel And diana? I just love thinking abt the little family they've all built!!

Eric/William!!!!!

oh god yea for SURE it’s healing. I mean I’ve touched a lil on th whole William And Adam Are Both Trans thing but like. William And ERIC Are Both Trans.

and ik 100% it’s my favorite thing to talk about but they are coming from such uniquely different places re their own bodies and what’s been done to them. bc fully, as soon as he’s able to I think Eric goes and gets another tattoo — it’s an outlet for him to take back control of his body and to express himself. and genuinely I like the idea of William coming with him for his most recent one later in his recovery, after they’ve all kinda settled together (fuck-off big SAW polycule, my beloved). I think that’s a big moment for William, to like, actively watch Eric get a tattoo bc mentally it’s hard for him to move past the meaning John forced on him— and to rlly embrace the idea of getting coverups (hey remember when I said someday I’d break down exactly what I think William wld get as a coverup and the significance behind th tattoos? guess what th fuck im using this as an excuse to do lol)

anyways William gets each of th other polycule members’, and his sister’s, birth flowers on his wrists— that’s Adam, Lawrence, Eric, Art, Mallick, Brit, Gibson, Rigg, and Pamela. this gets into fun and funky hc territory if u were ever curious what zodiac signs I assign them, u can google their birthdays lol.

Adam’s birthday is 7/13, and the flower William uses would be white larkspur (a happy nature, open hearts). Lawrence is 6/26, and his flower is honeysuckle (devotion/pure happiness). Eric is 8/19; his flower is the gladiolus (calm, integrity). Art is 4/22, with the daisy as his flower (new beginnings). Mallick’s birthday is 11/30, and William chose white chrysanthemum for him (loyalty); Brit’s is 1/8, with orange carnations (admiration, joy). Gibson is 12/18 and his flower is paperwhite (hope, good luck). Rigg’s is 12/29 with holly (defense, domestic happiness). Lastly, Pamela’s birthday is 10/31 and her flower is the marigold (death/resurrection, chosen specifically bc of th context of their strong bond n her rebirth AS Pamela, baby! his fuckin sister! this one’s especially personal)

Eric, Adam, Brit and Mallick take him to get them done so he won’t be alone (Eric and Brit both have Actual tattoos, Adam “has a stick n poke from Scott which definitely counts, fuck you guys, I got an infection from his fucking needle,” + Mallick is just tagging along) — he winds up with two really pretty floral arrangements on his wrists that are closely tied to his partners, and when they stop at a cafe to get a snack on the way home William tells them all what their flowers mean and what they’ve been used for in the past (Eric got the WHOLE infodump before, when William wasn’t ready to go through with the idea. Now he gets to watch Adam n Mallick light up as William tells them all about larkspur and chrysanthemum 💙)

Later Eric definitely teases William abt getting full sleeves, which earns him a chuckle as William nestles up against his side and a “No, I don’t think I have the stomach for that, but… I do feel a lot better. Thank you.” and god, yea, Eric’s in love. He’s so in love it’s a little ridiculous, just pressing a kiss to the top of William’s head and huffing a little because what does he even say to your offhand suggestion made me feel better about a deep source of shame ??? like, hhggfhfh…

+ Ok I love. post-trap Parental Eric I gotta. like Eric was a Bad Parent but he was self-aware and he WAS trying, and his emotions come from a place of genuine love and a desire to protect Daniel. there is so much good in his heart!! at the core of him there is so much good buried beneath so many fucking problems and I love his complexity so much. he is a man with Issues and Moral Failings who is just full of Love for his son and unflinchingly loyal and I just. Man I adore him…

and I think with time to heal and having had plenty of time to confront himself Eric becomes much better at expressing himself. I’ve half-jokingly talked about the idea of Eric teaching Daniel to skateboard but it’s genuinely one of my favorite thoughts; this healing moment of Eric admitting yeah, he was a tyrannical douchebag of a dad most of the time and Daniel confirming that shit sucked at times but he still saw that Eric was doing the best he could with what he had, which at the time wasn’t very much. now he’s got tools and a support network and he’s changing for the better. Daniel sees that. It’s bittersweet because god the realization you were more mature than your parent hurts, but Eric’s growing. Things are okay. He’s teaching Daniel how to skateboard. That’s pretty cool.

bringing Diana into the fold, I think there is some hesitation on Eric’s part because like. He’s an intimidating man, he knows this, so he kinda just takes a backseat and watches Daniel and Di together— he adores seeing them play, seeing what an amazing person Daniel has grown into. but much like Lawrence, he can’t really do as much anymore. Adam’s the one who can run all over the place and pick Diana up without worrying about pain (as much; Adam’s shoulder still bugs him later, but not enough to get him to stop) and can always get Diana to giggle. To no one’s surprise except Adam’s, he’s great with kids!

but there are moments— Diana coming to HIM one night because “Danny said you used to sing to him when he couldn’t sleep.” and of course he brings her back to bed and sings her to sleep after double-checking every hiding place to make sure there’s no Bad Man, and man does he have to stew on the fact that like… Daniel remembered him singing? Fondly?

Eric coming home from work one afternoon to find Daniel and Diana curled up on the couch, watching old VHS tapes of a cartoon he’d grown up with and shown Daniel as a kid (it’s Speed Racer — I need you to have th mental image of Eric and little kid Daniel getting excited about these crazy car races and all the crashes and drama!). Daniel telling Diana stories Eric once told them; walking into a room and hearing “and then my dad…” and Daniel flashing him a smile when he notices Eric listening too. Just these moments that all build up to the realization he wasn’t a monster, that doubt Jigsaw forced on him isn’t accurate, Daniel had good memories too and he doesn’t have to exist on the outskirts of his family. because Eric doesn’t want to hurt Daniel again, doesn’t ever want to hurt Diana but if Jigsaw is right then he will, it’s an inevitability. Except it isn’t. He’s better.

and the next time Daniel’s about to put on an old Speed Racer tape they wave Eric over to join them, and of course he does— Daniel on one side and Diana on the other. Eventually both of them fall asleep on his shoulders and like. that’s more than he could ask for, more than he ever dreamed he could have, least of all from Daniel. The fact Daniel feels safe enough to fall asleep on him? God. He spent so long in those cells begging for death because he thought he was never going to see his child again and spent longer afterwards terrified to contact Daniel, convinced they’d hate him, but.. here they are.

Adam definitely has a photo of all three of them asleep on the couch, because how could Eric possibly get up and disturb his kids? His back kills him in the morning but it’s. entirely worth it

[vanchlo]

Guitar Talk

Blurb Synopsis: Although thousands of miles away, you wouldn’t give up guitar lessons with your boyfriend, Niall, for anything. Even if he can be a little shit.

 Genre: Lots of fluff, although a little sad. 

Word Count: 4.5k words 

Pairing: Niall x Reader

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The red circle blinks in front of your eyes. Your eyes flit to your hands that begin to move effortlessly, music coming from them. Well, actually it’s coming from the guitar strings you play. Picking the strings, you play a D suspended chord before moving to the G major 7. A smile bends your lips when you play the next chord, B minor 7 without a hiccup, and the A suspended chord too. But when you get to the G major 6 chord, your fingers struggle with where to go on the strings. You stop there and make a funny face at the camera. The red circle stops blinking and you exhale, feeling the nerves worsen. 

Now your fingers tap along the screen, a message composing before your eyes. 

Does this sound better?

With the guitar sitting in your lap, you hit the send button. Saving the message, you swipe over to the home screen. After viewing a few snaps from friends, you reply with random selfies and messages. When you return to the home screen, the arrow in front of his name is empty. Opening the conversation again, his little brunette haired bitmoji pops up. A white cloud above his head with an ellipses appears too. Niall is typing, it says. The sound of a bubble popping greets your ears and new words appear. 

sounds good luv. but looks like ur struggling with that last chord. here’s a tip - the 2nd time u play the lil sequence through, use the same finger to press down for the same two notes on that string. way easier than adding another finger to the mix. does that make sense ? xx

Your eyebrows knit together over your tired eyes. Rubbing them doesn’t help, because the words in front of you still don’t make sense. Holding your thumb down on the message, you tap Save. It’s always annoyed you how you can never remember what was said last time in a snapchat conversation, if you don’t save it. Exhaling, you try to read through his message again, but the second time isn’t the charm. No, not when Niall starts talking in guitar language. One you’ve just started to learn, with his help. But it’s always been easier for him to teach you guitar when it’s not over fricken Snapchat, you think to yourself with a silent groan. You’re tempted to go and put the guitar back on the stand in the corner where you’ve wanted to leave it since he left. But you try to play that sequence over again, but once again you mess up. Your phone chimes again with the popping noise. 

Snapchat from Niall 

Dragging your thumb across the screen, you sigh from frustration. 

hello luv ? did u try that ? xx

Tossing your phone onto your bed, you set the acoustic guitar on the mound of bed covers. Padding out of the room in your fuzzy socks, you turn down the hallway. Even though it’s been almost two weeks, you still can’t get used to how quiet the house is without him. 

Usually there would be a football match on the tv, his singing or guitar playing echoing throughout the house, or him blasting music while working out or cooking. Your most favorite of all is how he could never fail to scare you. 

Whether it was walking into the study while you’re doing homework, and giving jumper cables to your sides. 

Yelling ‘boo!’ when he walked in on you cleaning the kitchen, making you drop the cleaning spray. 

Opening the door to the shower quietly and whispering something into your ear.

Suddenly saying ‘ah!’ while grabbing your side in the middle of a movie - a horror movie or not. 

Whatever he did, you always jumped to high heavens with a scream. Although it got on your nerves sometimes, and almost made you cry when you were half asleep or the movie was scary, you miss it. You miss him. 

His contagious laugh. Those wicked blue eyes. The empty cans of sparkling water sat around the house, although they annoyed you. Him yelling at the referees on the tv, even though he knows they can’t hear him. His sometimes annoyingly loud singing. Even if he always left the seat up on the toilet, but to his defense he kept saying he’d remember next time and that no, you didn’t need to get one of the fancy seats that lifted itself. You missed well, everything. His advice, that of course, you can still get, but it’s not instantaneous anymore. You can still see his smile over FaceTime or through pictures, but that’s delayed too. So is saying goodnight to him, because you have to figure out the time zones and his schedule. Getting his help on something, whether it’s figuring out where he put the strainer for the pasta, or his advice on an essay you wrote. Now, even his guitar lessons that he insisted you continue while he’s away are even harder with his absence. Although they’re frustrating and his guitar language is unintelligible at times, it’s made you feel closer to him. And that’s not something you want to give up, especially now. 

You’ve kept telling yourself that it will all be over soon. He has a few more shows until he’s done with this leg of his tour, and then he’ll be home. Well, just for a few weeks before he goes out again. But then you can join him, because your courses will be done for the semester. You would have tagged along with him in a heartbeat, like you so often do. But two of your classes this semester were only offered on campus, and with the end of your degree nearing, there wasn’t any way to get around it. As you wash your hands after using the bathroom, you recall the look on his face when you told him last November. He tried to hide his disappointment, but after he asked you why you couldn’t take them online or wait on them, he found it impossible to mask any longer. 

Shaking your head of the unpleasant memories, you turn off the bathroom light. The memories you shared in there still linger - Niall’s first bath bomb that left glitter on him for days, messing each other’s shampooed hair up into different dos in the shower, and the Eagles picture he has framed above the toilet that you still laugh at. Only he would hang that picture there to look at while he takes a leak. But the memories are whisked away when you hear your ringtone, a recent favorite song of yours. Then your Macbook chimes in as well, receiving the call too, because it’s synced to your phone. 

Rushing to your shared bedroom, you plop onto the large bed. Huffing, you find your phone in the sea of covers after a few seconds. Your rapid heartbeat from the fear of missing the call only increases when you see the name. Or more like the picture lighting up your screen. Your heart warms at the smiling picture of a brown-haired little boy. And then it aches.

“You’re supposed to be getting ready to leave for the arena, you said,” the words fall from your lips in an annoyed sigh. 

“Oh, t’anks. Jus’ wanna talk t’ me lovely girlfrien’, but guess not. ‘ll jus’ go then,” Niall responds sarcastically. 

“No don’t. I’m sorry, but I don’t want to make you late.”

“Ya won’. Jus’ answe’,” he replies, knitting your eyebrows together. But before you can ask what you’re supposed to be answering, your phone twinkles, and then your Macbook. 

You can’t stay upset as you see the message flash on your screen. Ni wants to FaceTime. 

“Ni,” you begin, trying to sound stern. 

“Jus’ answe’ tha bloody FaceTime befo’ I change me mind,” he tells you, his words ending in a laugh. “C’mon, love, I don’ got a lotta time.”

“Okay.”

Pressing the green Answer button, you let your phone fall into the cream covers once again. Criss-crossing your legs, you drag the laptop over to sit in front of you. A hum leaves its speaker as Niall’s image materializes on the screen in front of you. A warm smile paints his stubbly face as one soon covers yours. 

“Hi, love.”

“Hi. Why the FaceTime? I mean I’m not complaining, but I thought we were going to wait until tonight,” you say, confusion rolling off of your words.

“Grab yer guitar,” is all he says, his favorite Lowden guitar suddenly appearing in the frame. “‘m gonna help ya wit’ dat part befo’ I hafta go.”

You try to hold back the smile inching up your lips, but it’s hard. You’re sure some body part of yours fills his screen as you lean over the laptop to grab the guitar. 

“Oi! I thought ‘d brought t’ose shorts wit’ me. I see where they’ve gone now, ye li’l thief!” Niall exclaims from the computer. Giggling, you sit back down, the bed moving as you get comfortable. “Wha’d ye go in me suitcase befo’ I left an’ take what ya wanted?” he guffaws in his famous laugh, it having been too long since the last time you heard it. If only a couple of hours. You try not to think of how many days it’s been since you heard it without a phone in between you two. 

“No!” you scoff in disbelief, settling the Gibson G-45 Studio on your lap. A present from Niall for your birthday after you agreed to let him finally teach you how to play guitar. You told him again and again not to spend a lot of money on it for you. Unbeknownst to you if he did, he only said that he wanted to get you something of quality. And he said something about how there’s no point in playing something lousy that won’t hold up to the music. Then he wouldn’t shut up about how good Gibsons are and how many guitars of theirs that he has. 

“Sureeee. Now le’s jus’ try dat first verse yer learnin’. See how I can help. Oh an’ fo’ tha record, ‘m goin’ through yer drawers when I get home t’ see what else ye took o’ mine,” he smirks, shaking his head as he mutters your name. 

A red blush covers your cheeks, giving him the guilty verdict he was looking for. Rolling his eyes, he rakes a hand through his flat brunette hair. He tugs on the collar of his Fleetwood Mac shirt, the frame of his hotel bed behind him. “Ye li’l shit, you,” he mumbles affectionately with another shake of his head. Sticking the white guitar pick between his lips, he holds onto it there before moving something out of frame. 

Thoughts of missing his lips and what they could be doing to you right now muddle your thoughts. They cause you to fudge up the very first chord you pick. But with encouraging words from him, you carry on. It happens again when you get to that dreaded G major 6 chord. 

“‘Kay, since ye ignored me Snapchat ‘bout tryin’ it wit’ tha same finga, watch me,” Niall insists, humor sticking to his words. 

“I didn’t ignore it! You don’t make sense when you talk guitar, you know that? I told you that you have to dumb it down for me. Plus, I had to go pee, so there were more important matters,” you argue, resting your hands on the top curve of the natural colored wood. 

“Oh ‘m sorry, love. Yer right, I gotta rememba dat. ‘Kay, so watch me now. Watch how I use tha same finger t’ play tha next note on dat string. So I pluck tha fifth string wit’ me finga on tha second fret. Then next it wants me t’ pluck tha same string, but on tha third fret,” he explains, looking back and forth between the guitar and you. He walks through every step as he plays the two notes slowly. “So ‘m gonna use me pointa finga, coz tha’s what works fer me. ‘ll play tha first note on tha second string, an’ then almost drag it down t’ pluck it again, but on tha third fret. Make sense wha’ ‘m sayin’? You try it now.”

Your head goes up and down at his words, mumbling an ‘okay.’ Hands leaving your guitar, you drag Niall’s image to the side of the screen. The note showing the guitar tablature Niall wrote comes out of hiding to help you. You scroll down until you find the G major 6 chord. With Niall watching, you nervously try the technique he showed you. It’s rocky at first, because the fingerpicking is different from the previous chord, but soon you hear applause. 

“There, tha’s it. Yer gettin’ tha hang o’ it, love. I really t’ink that’ll be easier fer ye. Jus’ keep tryin’ dat technique I taught ye. An’ go slow, ye don’ need t’ speed up ‘til yer comfortable playin’ dat. Ye start off slow ‘til ye can start t’ speed up. T’ink o’ it dis way - if yer makin’ too many mistakes, then yer playin’ it too fast. But if yer not makin’ any mistakes, then speed it up a li’l,” Niall narrates, almost losing you for a second with the guitar talk again. 

“Okay, I get it. Thanks, I’ll try that,” you murmur, tearing your eyes away from the screen awkwardly. 

“Wha’? Why ye bein’ all shy, love? ‘s jus’ me, nobody else ‘s here wit’ me.”

“You know it’s hard playing in front of you,” you begrudgingly reveal, repeating this for perhaps the hundredth time. 

But it never makes you settle, because it’s just as nerve-wracking each time you play for him. Or send a snapchat recording. Or when you know that he’s listening in the next room, well because he used to make comments, but that was until you got annoyed and he stopped. Or when you’d play outside in the garden to escape his ears, sure he’s eavesdropping somewhere. You know, because he did the same thing before with your singing. He’d crack the bathroom door open just to hear a hint of you singing in the shower. Or stop just around the corner from the kitchen when you sang along while cooking. 

“I know ‘s nervewrackin’. It was fer me when I first started, an’ sumtimes it still ‘s when ‘m ‘round otha guitar playas. But, babe, ye gotta let dat all go. Coz ‘ve learned if ya don’t, yer not gonna get anywhere. Hey, look at me, will ye?” Niall coos from the screen of your laptop. Lifting your eyes from the covers, they return to his smiling face. “An’ I hope it counts fer sumthin’ dat ‘m yer numba one fan.”

With that, all of your nerves go out the window. He puts a smile on your face and you can’t help but nod in response. “And I’m yours,” you respond, immediately seeing his head go up and down. 

“Believe me, I couldn’t forget. I know ye always will be, darlin’,” he smiles, his bubblegum lips spreading to show his straight white teeth. Memories flash in your mind from the hundreds of songs you’ve watched him perform with his guitar. On stage, and well, on the couch. “Now, will ye try it once mo’ fer me, my love?” 

Nodding, you hear him cheer which sends you into a fit of giggles. Soon, his loud laugh pours from the speakers to grace your ears. One of your own trickles from your lips as you find your fingering on the guitar. He counts you off to 4, and then you take your time fingerpicking the chords. The G major 6 appears out of nowhere, but you use Niall’s trick again this time. The next words out of his mouth echo your thoughts. 

“I t’ink dat went betta dat time too. Good job, love. Yer jus’ gettin’ betta an’ betta. Really, I mean it. Ever since we started t’ese lessons a year ago, yer doin’ so well. ‘m so proud o’ you, bub,” Niall grins, scratching his beard before his chin settles in his palm. 

You’re choked for words, unsure of what you could say that could express your gratefulness. But you feel rest assured, knowing that he knows how much he means to you. As well as how grateful you are for him for teaching you how to play. 

“Why d’ya wanna learn dis song o’ mine anyways? Neva gotta ask ya dat bit,” he questions, twirling the pick around in his finger. Absentmindedly, he kind of chews on it as he waits for your answer. 

“I dunno, I’ve always liked it. It sounds so pretty, and you said it would be fun to play together since it has two parts,” you reply, the words finding their way. 

“Mmmm, I see. So yer gonna finally let me play a song wit’ you, huh?” 

“We’ll see,” you say, shrugging your shoulders. 

“Hey, don’ go on teasin’ me. Wait, ‘s dat gray Eagles jumpa o’ mine yer wearin’? I was lookin’ all over da place fer dat when I was packin’!” Niall exclaims, his face getting closer to the camera. 

“Um no, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you hurry, pushing the laptop screen back to raise the camera away from your chest. 

Shaking his head, he tsk-tsks your name once again. “Ye li’l bugga, you. I dunno what ‘m gonna do wit’ ye when I get home. Well actually, I might ‘ave sum new ideas since ye keep stealin’ me clothes,” Niall winks, a sly smirk sticking to his lips. His eyebrows dance amongst his forehead, sending your lips into giggles. 

“Hey! They were still in your closet, so they were fair game!” you counter, inching your head forward. 

Pressing his lips together, his head shakes fast. “No, no, no. Tha’s not how it works, an’ ye know it, love. Said ye can go bloody wild wit’ knickin’ me clothes, afta I packed me suitcases. I swear t’ God dat jumpa wasn’t in me closet when I went through grabbin’ stuff t’ pack. An’ it just so ‘appened t’ end up on yer body now, afta ‘m gone. Hmm, I can only wonder how dat ‘appened,” Niall quips, a smile soon peeking at the corners of his lips. You both try to hide the laughs you’re suppressing, but soon they fill the ears of the other. “Bloody hell, ‘m really gonn’ get ye when I get home soon. T’ink I might tear dat off ye soon as I walk in da door.”

“I wouldn’t have a problem with that,” you admit, a blush warming your cheeks. You savor the sound of his laugh in your ears, and the smile spreading across his face. 

“An’ ‘m hidin’ it afta dat. Coz tha’s one o’ me favourite jumpas, an’ ye know dat, too!” 

You try to act all innocent, but he knows you’re guilty as hell. He knows you. From how much milk you put in your cereal, what kind of clothes you like for when he brings you home new merch of his, what new song of his you’ll love before you’ve even heard it, often why you’re crabby although sometimes he claims not to know, and while he’s gone he always knows what time you’re doing homework or when you go to bed. He never forgets a goodnight call. 

“What am I gonna do wit’ ye, bub,” he sighs, scratching at his stubbly neck. Although he tries to act annoyed, a smile finds it way back onto his face as he stares into the camera. “How’s yer day been since I talked t’ ya dis mornin’? Well, mornin’ fer me.” 

“It’s been fine. It’s gross here - it’s all rainy and cold,” you explain, the words guiding your eyes to the misty windows. “It kinda makes for a good studying day, though. I got a few assignments done, and then I was going to make some dinner soon, seeing it’s half-past 6.”

“I s’pose I shouldn’ be sendin’ ye photos o’ tha hot an’ sunny day we’re ‘avin’ here, then,” Niall chuckles, a teasing gleam in his eye. “But tha’s good ye got sum stuff done. Whatcha gonna make fer dinna? Did ye eat up all t’ose frozen meals I made fer ya befo’ I left?”

“No, I still have a few left. That’s a good idea, though. I didn’t really want to cook,” you smile, watching his soon mirror your own. Fuck that few second delay, you think to yourself, finding it hard to ignore. 

His face freezes for a few seconds, making you sigh. The picture grows blurry but then he starts moving again. “Sorry, love, connection got bad fer a bit there. What’d ye say ye were makin’ fo dinna?” he repeats, his voice sounding far away, reminding you that he’s halfway across the world. In your chest, your heart squeezes at the thought, one that you can’t push away as well lately. 

“Oh, nothing. It doesn’t matter.”

“No, tell me. I wanna know. I like t’ hear all t’hese li’l details, coz they make me feel like ‘m there wit’ you,” Niall insists. You swallow, feeling emotions come back up. Yeah, no thanks, you say inaudibly to yourself. 

“Um, I guess one of the lasagna pieces you froze. It’s been sounding good to me lately.”

“Mmmm, ye it does sound good. Maybe ‘ll ‘ave it fer dinna tonight, too. Can be like we had dinna togetha,” he says in his Irish lilt. 

This time, the words hit you harder, and it’s hard to hide the effect they have on you. Tearing your eyes away from the screen, you try to focus on your breathing to will the feelings away. 

“Ye holdin’ up okay, sweetheart?” Niall ponders, once again proving how well he knows you. Or maybe it’s just a coincidence, bad timing, or he’s feeling the same way. 

Exhaling slowly, you swallow past the lump in your throat. Returning your eyes to his inquisitive blues, your insides tighten at the sight. One that is so comforting and relaxing, but at the same time, it can be so painful you can’t bear it. 

“Yeah, I’m doing fine,” you mumble, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. 

“Ye don’ gotta lie t’ me, y’know,” he almost whispers, before his bottom lip comes between his teeth. “T’ese guitar lessons ‘ave made it a li’l easier fer me dis time ‘round. I mean, fook, ‘s neva easy, but it takes me mind off it. I hope it does fer ye too, bub.”

You can hardly see the tip of his nose as his head has fallen. The plucking of strings follows the sound of his voice, but you’re unsure if he’s distracted by his guitar or if he’s doing it on purpose. “I feel like I always come t’ love ye a li’l mo’ when ‘m away, but now teachin’ ye guitar makes me love ye a li’l more too. Didn’ even t’ink dat was possible,” Niall admits with a small laugh, his striking blue eyes returning to yours. 

“Okay, you’re really going to make me cry now, so stop it,” you confess in tear-choked words. True to your word, tears obscure your vision within seconds. You laugh, but you know it sounds fake and out of place. 

“Ye betta not start cryin’, or else ye know I will too. So ye knock dat off right now, young lady,” Niall says firmly, but you hear the wavering of his voice. “‘Kay maybe dis will stop yer cryin’. Imma hide all me jumpas when I get home so ye stop bloody stealin’ ‘em, maybe me gym shorts too. Ye think I don’ know, but I know where ye hide ‘em, love. Know ye hide ‘em in da linen closet. Found sum ‘d been searchin’ all ova fo’ when I went t’ put new bedsheets on da last time. So yer secret’s out.” 

His bright laugh licks your wounds, but the effect doesn’t stay. Because then you hear him sniffle, and your eyes drop to your lap. “‘s hopefully da last time we’ll hafta do dis, with ye ‘avin’ t’ stay back when I go on tour fer ye courses, but-.”

“Yeah, I registered for the fall and my advisor worked with me to be online for the rest of my degree. I just spoke to her yesterday about it,” you reveal. Lifting your eyes to his reddening ones, a smile splits your lips as you deliver the news. 

“Aw, babe, tha’s wonderful! Couldn’ ‘ave heard betta news today than dat. T’ink ye jus’ made me whole bloody day!” Niall grins, pumping his arms in the air with a cheer. But as his laugh fades away, you watch him wipe under his eyes. “I know it doesn’ take ‘way da pain right now, tho’. Coz I feel meself hurtin’ everytime I wanna tell ye sumthin’, show ye sumthin’, or when I reach for ye in da middle o’ da night. Even miss ye on t’ese video calls.”

His quiet sobs accompany yours as tears trail down your cheeks. Hiccuping, you let the feelings out that you’ve been packing away for a rainy day like today. With your heavy workload this week, you didn’t want to distract yourself with the tears. You left them until nighttime, lying in your cold bed with his side empty. No laughs heard under the covers, or his fingers dancing across your ticklish ribs, or waking up to kisses along your jaw with his voice floating across your skin. None of that. You think that although the house is empty and you can hear his voice over the phone, you feel the most lonely at night and waking up alone. 

“Niall,” you barely get out in between tears, and heavy thoughts. As a tear spills onto your cheek, your eyes focus on his head of hair bent over his guitar. 

“But I told meself dis’ mornin’, only five mo’ days, Niall. Then tomorro’ it’ll be four, an’ then t’ree an’ befo’ not much longa, ‘s zero. Then I getta t’ come home t’ ye wearin’ me clothes, dat I know I bitch ‘bout, but I really do love,” he divulges, guitar notes floating in the air amongst his words. “Five mo’ days ‘til I can slobber ye all ova wit’ kisses, an’ fall asleep wit’ ye in me arms.” 

“And steal your clothes back, and play guitar together,” you hum, watching a tear splash onto the shiny surface of your guitar. 

“Mmmmhmm, an’ ‘til then ‘ll keep teachin’ ye ova FaceTime an’ bloody Snapchat,” he guffaws, pulling up the corners of your lips happily. “An’ maybe if ‘m lucky ‘ll get sum otha pics on Snapchat.”

Shaking your head, you can’t hold back the laugh behind your lips. His loud one echoes yours soon after, your cheeks growing red. 

“Oh God, only five more days,” you sigh, clucking your tongue. He lifts his head, and although he’s on the other side of the planet, somehow you can feel his eyes glassy with tears stare into your soul. 

“Ye, an’ yer gonna get sick o’ me with how much ‘m gonna be lovin’ on ye.” 

[seacollectsrivers]

terror 3: the ladder

idk what this^ means but it sounds homophobic

"girl on a boat, thats spooky" I know this is the attitude of the time but I want to punch a man

are they???? robbing the body??????

listen idk if that's what they're doing but I DO know they're Fucked if they take that figurine. like. more Fucked than they already were.

ok puh they seem to give it to the woman. they're not total daft bellends.

ah. a Naming.

Goodsir I appreciate u and ur attempts at respecting the dead man!!!!

I continue to adore the sound design

oh lord here comes yet another muttonchop man

"having never wronged them i couldn't testify" go OFF king!!!

I am weirdly charmed by jared harris' lil lisp sdfgjkhj

I see the fine china the officers use to dine on and all I can think of is Vane in Mirandas home

BACKSTORY TIME

ngl, I miss pirate clothes. I thought I liked the uniforms, and they look good, but they also make me uneasy.

monkey?????

I see Mrs (lady?) franklin is a woman of ambition through her husband

that was an interesting look into franklin!

yo I like crozier better than franklin, bc to be honest franklin annoys me, but that comment about "a glass of knock-me-down and an alarm bell" was funny ngl

to be clear, I think franklin is a great character. I also want to strangle him.

ah! progress! no more trying to make friends, now we actively argue!

but if they have three years of rations, as far as they know, 5 if they're stingy.... if I didn't know how they end up in the end, I think I might be less on crozier's side? like I see where the thought of him just being paranoid comes from.

I deffo see them both. I admire Franklin's care for his men's lives, but he’s overly shortsighted. Crozier's pragmatism jumping out again (which I'm more partial to but thats just how I'd be if I was stuck in the Arctic, personally, but that’s just me)

ouff ouff OUFF OK. uhmmm. OK well I have some Thoughts on Franklin's analysis of Crozier here. oofadoofa.

LIKE,,,, he's not wrong. personally I think some of those points makes him a great second, but he's not wrong about the vices bit. but the "and you blame the world for it" after he was clearly against him proposing to his niece bc of his irishness, or class, or both? I don’t know much about how Sophia felt abt it obviously but woof

ommmg he's pulling a "oh I am a failure of a parent for letting you not turn out how I wanted, woe is me" move

uhmmmm has anyone done a Flint&Hennessy and Crozier&Franklin fruit fruit thing bc I'm seeing Potential.

monkey feeling like everyone does when visiting a friend and their parents start yelling at them

I mcfricken knew it here we go splintering lads!!!!

"engineer some way to change his mind" the Way Crozier is Flint and Silver in one man!!!!!

very endeared by the bending over backwards to both act directly against the captain's orders and also not let anyone but himself take the potential blame im [heart eyes]

is the cat's name Fagin? I love it

awe Gibson what did you saaaay:(

this Irving guy is like, hilariously dramatic. "turn your wolf's ear to me now and hear" ok lol chill like

oh he's majorly repressed is he not

ok look i get Gibson, i do, stay safe and all, but woah dude

rats??? homophobia

lmaooooo I majorly respect Hickey's shit eating grin sitting down just after being broken up with go off

:) this photography scene is :) tense :) I saw that snowfall :)

don't titter at goodsir!!! leave my boy alone please!!!! >:(

dang that was quick. and franklin just skedaddles huh

oh is he gonna die?

yeah. yeah figures. it was a v heavy franklin focused ep

ah so there was something betw Crozier and Sophia??

jesus I shouldn't laugh but the lone leg in the coffin.... I'm maybe laughing.....

oh don't with the sad singing :(

not to take away from the sad moment, but I literally didn't realise there were red coats among the crew until now

aw James Fitzjames :(

im sensing a rage outburst and the subsequent deeper understanding of each other betw James Fitzjames and Crozier

"I am asking for one day, to allow our men to grieve" -> "give them a moment, for pity's sake" not to black sails on main but fruit fruit

I've heard the term Jacob's ladder before but I've never known what it actually is

.......hickey................

Once more, the Musique

the breathing under the pelt is really fucking cool

also prediction: Crozier’s drinking is gonna culminate into something. it’s gonna be the cause of some major tragedy, or some emotional outburst, or something similar.