#his voice sounds so soft

[sci-fi-disney-prince]

Mountaineering words of encouragement

Posted on Garrett's Instagram story (Feb. 23 I believe)

[ryllen]

pov: me super sad on them altering zayne's ENG voice on the recent update

[skitskatdacat63]

2024 Hungarian Grand Prix - Fernando Alonso

[yuseirra]

I watched that part where he appears!! and

it was way too extra I couldn't take it seriously.. why does he have to be so dramatic.. it was sweet though. I think Ai would have appreciated it coming from him

[mblue-art]

heyyyyy sliding into your ask box just to say a snippet of a thought

imagine if lust learned your language fot you, just think about how much he could use that against you and how he'd call you soft nicknames like mahal o bitwin? -from your local country hiiiii!!

a,,,,ANON.........HIII TY FOR CRUMBS BUT ALSO

anon iam goign two cry my heart will burst (/pos) if he finds the time to learn my language and does all that i

o(-< 💘💘💘

[erasurecloud]

He still thinks in his baby voice

[sysig]

Didn’t know you had it in you, did you (Patreon)

[jgracie]

AND his voice would be so nice and smooth??

YESSSSSS OMGOMG i feel like etiquette is def drilled into romans so he always speaks clearly and like in a volume that isn’t too quiet but isn’t extremely loud!!!!! u rarely ever have to ask him to repeat himself just because it’s so perfect 🫡 and idk ab u guys but smth ab a well spoken man just does it for me 😭🙏🏼 he def has such a nice range of vocabulary too like we love a smart king for real!

also headcanon don’t ask me ab the logic behind this BUT i feel like he has the tiniest bit of a british accent post amnesia 🤔 like not full on british but sometimes his words come out lacking a hard r or smth and it’s just 😊😍🥰

[goldentigerfestival]

I repeat, I am a sucker for soft, gentle Yuri, and the way Yuri goes so soft for Karol because Karol just wants to be believed and is sad makes my heart a little puddle.

[ishouldsleepbut]

i kid you not i can't listen to we'll be fine without crying

[lupins-hehim-pussy]

i want top neuvillette who's still femme and a crybaby my god is that so hard

[bunnihearted]

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[pastafossa]

Hi Pasta!! I have a question 🙃 What do you think Matt and Jane got each other for Christmas? I cant stop thinking about it. They’re so cute 🥹

BEHOLD. Like 1.1k so rest is behind a see more, but this was in my drafts for what their gifts would be. I didn't have time to get the whole scene done with everything, but I figured this would do!

It didn’t take long for Matt to make use of some of his Christmas gifts, and you found yourself standing by the couch less than an hour later, staring down in amusement at the happy, melted puddle that was Matt Murdock beneath the glow of a Christmas tree.

He’d burrowed down into his new hoodie, his eyes closed and his nose tucked down into the velvet-soft alpaca wool that lined the inside—some of the softest wool you’d been able to find, and something you’d searched long and hard for. Wrapped around the rest of him was a rich, red alpaca wool blanket, thick and warm and equally soft. You had a feeling that, under the blanket, he’d likely also slipped into his new fleece-lined sweats and fleecy socks, ninety-five percent of his body now cradled in soothing, warm comfort. 

“So is that a yes on those?” you said softly, relieved now that it was obvious you’d chosen right when it came to this. It had been… a while, since you’d given anything for Christmas, much less given a gift to someone who meant as much to you as Matt did. Soft had seemed a good road to take, and you’d spent ages hunting for something that he’d be able to wear even when his senses ramped up to the point of pain. “Soft enough?”

A quiet sigh, almost a moan, was his response, followed by a glutted “Mhm,” before he lazily lifted his arms out from under the blanket, opening them to you. You quickly took up the invitation, climbing into his lap and letting him wind his arms around you. You dropped your head against his shoulder, reaching over to run your palm across the velvet-soft fabric covering his chest. His reaction was instant, arching up into your hand as he purred and melted further into the couch at the sensation of the fabric sliding on his skin, his head lolling back when you nuzzled in past the collar of the hoodie so you could press your lips gently to his pulse. Briefly, you passed over the new necklace chain he wore, the little braille pendant reading ‘Always Loved’ hidden somewhere beneath the fabric, its color a match for the key around your neck. That, at least, you knew was a success, but the rest...   

“You really do like the clothes, don’t you?” you asked him, relaxing a little, curling your fingers to scratch a little as you ran them up and down his chest. “I had a good feeling on the necklace, but for these… I wasn’t sure.” “Why not?” he asked sleepily, fumbling one hand up until he could slip it up under the back of your shirt, palming the line of your spine like you were stroking his chest. You weren’t surprised; he always tried to reciprocate, or maybe he just... liked having an excuse to touch you back. “These are probably the softest things I own now. They’re perfect. They feel amazing.”  

“I was worried it was too… I don’t know. Impersonal.” You drummed your fingers a little against his chest, tucking your legs up until you were more comfortable. “But you shouldn’t have to wear things that hurt on your bad days, or at all really, so I-I guess I just—”

“The hoodie smells like you,” he murmured, tipping his head to lay it atop yours. You went quiet, still and unmoving as he continued, “I can tell that you wore it for me a little after washing it, and that it made you happy to do it, because your scent’s different when you’re happy and when you love someone. And every time I move, nothing scratches. Nothing hurts. All of these feel soft and gentle, like how you touch me when I’m bleeding, and when I need you most.” His chest expanded and then dipped on a contented sigh, and then he reached up, brushing his thumb over your cheek, his thumb coming away wet. His voice dropped to something even softer, low and tender. “So much of my life is pain, sweetheart. How could the way you touch me, the way you want to take away some of that pain from me, be impersonal?”   

You wound yourself a little tighter around him, hiding your face against his neck as you let out a shaky breath, and he pulled you in tighter with a soothing noise. You’d been so… so terrified you’d fuck this up, that you’d do this wrong after so many years of dodging it, of being alone, of being forced to avoid anything like a holiday, anything like friends or love. The idea that you’d gotten it right on your first try… 

And you weren’t the only one. 

You leaned away from him just far enough to pick up one of the two photo frames on the coffee table where it had been set atop a massive pile of books you’d wanted to read for years, years in which you’d been forced to pass them by, story by story, cover by cover until Matt hunted down those stories and placed them back into your hands. You laid back against his chest again after you’d brushed your fingers fondly over the books, and instead, you focused once more on the photo inside the elegant black frame. 

Foggy had taken it at Josie’s at some point—a candid of you and Matt crammed into a booth, his arm draped around your shoulders as you leaned into him, a bright grin on his face, your head tipped back as you laughed at something he’d said. The warmth in your eyes and his smile was obvious as you stared fondly up at him beneath the dull glow of the bar, at the very same table Foggy had once worked at to ensure your friendship with Matt was mended. There was no disguising what this was. And… 

“I can’t believe I can put this on my desk now,” you whispered, tracing your fingers over the frame. 

And you didn’t… have to disguise it, did you? There was no need to hide, not anymore. You could have his picture on your desk, could hold his hand as he walked you home, could kiss him when he came to see you at your office or you at his or when you were both out in the rain. And he could do the same with the second picture, one destined for his own desk, all so that he could proudly gesture towards it whenever you came up. 

A… a real life. 

He lifted one arm and you sniffled, crawling back around to wrap your arms around him in return, burying your face against his neck as he held you close. Held you here at home—a home for you both, for your tree, for your books, for an actual life, lived fully and completely and wholly for the first time.

“I love you, so much,” he whispered. "Merry Christmas."

“Love you, too. Merry Christmas.”

There was no bigger gift he could give you.  

[hooked-on-elvis]

"And The Grass Won't Pay No Mind" (1969)

Written by Neil Diamond, Elvis recorded the song during the American Sound Studio sessions in Memphis, Tennessee, on February 17, 1969. It was released on October 14, 1969 on Presley's double-album From Vegas To Memphis/From Memphis To Vegas, on the "Back In Memphis" LP.

MUSICIANS ON THIS TRACK: Guitar: Reggie Young, Elvis Presley. Bass: Tommy Cogbill. Drums: Gene Chrisman. Piano: Bobby Wood, Elvis Presley, Ronnie. Organ: Bobby Emmons. Harmonica: Ed Kollis. Trumpet: R.F.Taylor, Wayne Jackson, Dick Steff. Sax & Trombone: Jackie Thomas. Sax: Glen Spreen, J.P. Luper. Trombone: Jackie Thomas, Jack Hale, Gerald Richardson. French Horn: Tony Cason, Joe D'Gerolamo. Vocals: Elvis Presley, Mary (Jeannie) Green, Donna Thatcher, Susan Pilkington, Mary Holladay, Dolores Edgin, Hurshel Wiginton, Joe Babcock, Millie Kirkham, Sonja Montgomery. elvisthemusic.com

Here's the original Neil Diamond recording, released on April 4, 1969 on the album Brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show.

OTHER VERSIONS

Mark Lindsay released his version of "And The Grass Won't Pay No Mind" on his Silver Bird album, in 1970.

[randompajamaalt]

help ive run out of content for my latest hyperfixation and im artblocked and writeblocked :(

[clarabowmp3]

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