#nappy roots

[tha-wrecka-stow]

[fabulous-gabulous-theartist]

Finally had my caffeine today.

[radiomax]

Tuesday 2/7/23 10pm ET: Feature LP: Nappy Roots - Watermelon, Chicken & Gritz (2002)

Nappy Roots is an American alternative Southern rap group. The group met in Bowling Green, Kentucky in 1995 while attending Western Kentucky University. They are best known for their hit singles “Po’ Folks”, “Awnaw”, “Roun’ The Globe” and “Good Day”. They were the best selling hip hop group of 2002. The group consists of Milledgeville, Georgia native Fish Scales and Kentucky natives Skinny…

[tinightmares]

I thought William had a small monkey perched on top of his head. Nope. Just him.

[spotsupstuff]

Does Boreas become the only thing red lizards are afraid of in the off the string au?

first i wanted to say "yes but only because he has a team backing him up", but then i remembered the whole near invincible nokia thing + the fact he does pick fights with Train lizards which are.. worse than Reds, so yes. he singlehandedly makes Red lizards shit their scaly pants

good thing he usually sticks inside the Root and is sleep deprived so there's at least Some balance

[ask-sebastian]

I can't include a link since you already sent 10 links, but my response song is:

High Hopes - Panic! at the Disco

[dippedanddripped]

Nappy Roots ft Benji. - Home Fried (Official Video)

[woso-dreamzzz]

Firsts

Hardersson x Baby!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Your first week at home

You get to come home the day after you're born.

Thankfully, you sleep the entire time though Pernille stays in the back with you just in case. It's a little strange, she thinks. The last time she was home, she was pregnant. Now she has you.

Your name is decided the day you come home and you do little but nap and eat. You're a little devil that first night and wake up on the hour, every hour to cry and feed.

Pernille has to get up because she's practically your walking food source but Magda gets up in solidarity too (though it's mainly to coo in awe at you).

The next day is more active. Magda drives you all to the registry office where they finalise your name and then to the embassies to register you as a citizen of Denmark and Sweden.

You seem to like the car because it sends you to sleep every time but dislike leaving it because you cry and whine until one of them holds you nice and tight.

You seem to like affection though. You're most content in Pernille and Magda's arms and you get all wiggly and weird when you're put in your car seat or crib. Magda can't quite tell yet if you just like their presence or if it's because of their warmth. Either way, she doesn't really care, more than happy to give in to your every need.

She takes a lot of pictures of you, sending them to family members who lament about not being able to visit but promise to book tickets to Germany very soon.

The exhaustion kicks in around day three. You haven't settled since your last feed of the night and Pernille's practically falling asleep in her seat as you suckle at her insistently.

Her eyes slip closed every few seconds and she has to wrench them open each time just in case something happens to you. Magda looks to be in a similar state as she lies on the floor at Pernille's feet, snoring softly before lifting her head when Pernille nudges at her.

"Huh?" She asks groggily," Wha's...Wha's goin' on?" Her words are slurred and she blinks the sleep from her eyes.

"She needs a change," Pernille says, unlatching you and handing you down to Magda.

Magda mechanically takes you, still completely exhausted but still awake enough to hold your properly.

You scrunch up your face in annoyance when she strips you of your babygrow and changes your nappy. It's one of the few things Magda can say that you absolutely hate. You screech loudly and kick out your little, uncoordinated limbs while Magda scrunches up her nose at the smell.

You're a little darling most of the time but she absolutely hates changing you. She thinks it's a fair exchange though. Pernille's barely producing enough milk to keep you full so there's none to express and put in bottles for Magda to use to feed you so Pernille stays as your sole feeder and Magda does the changing.

The little stump where your umbilical cord used to be looks fine when Magda checks it, a habit she has found herself doing ever since the nurse said that there was always a slight chance of infection. She tickles your stomach to distract you as she slips on a new nappy and buttons up your babygrow again.

"There," Magda says," All done!"

She picks you up and brings you into the crook of her neck. You're rooting immediately, trying to suck in her collarbone like it's going to get you milk.

Magda laughs a little, patting you on the back softly.

Day four and five happen much the same with the three of you trapped in your sweet little bubble at home.

Day six doesn't have much excitement either apart from the Wolfsburg chat blowing up when Nilla finally lets slip that Pernille has had you.

Most of the day is spent on a video call with you propped up on Magda's chest as Pernille shows you off to the camera. Everyone coos and awes over you as you yawn and clench your little fist.

Pernille swipes a finger against your cheek to show off how much you like to eat because you automatically move your face towards the pressure and start trying to root, searching for her breast.

It causes a fresh wave of coos to sound from the phone.

It makes you demonstrate your startle reflex expertly as your eyes go wide and you fling your arms out.

Magda likes to say that she knows you're going to be smart when you grow up just by how strong your instincts are but Pernille's planning on waiting until you're at least strong enough to hold up your own head to make such judgements.

"She's so pretty," Noelle coos from where she's squished between Ewa and Sara on the screen," When can we come to see her?"

"Pernille will come to you guys," Magda says as she holds you a little tighter with a wink to the camera. "We're keeping her to ourselves right now."

"Unfair," Ewa complains," Why can't we get baby love too?"

"Baby love is reserved for her mothers right now," Pernille laughs as she begins to say her goodbyes to everyone.

"How long do you think you can hold them off?"

"Probably until you leave. Frido, though, should probably get told before Nilla blabs to her too."

Magda sighs deeply. "I'll text her later."

"You better hurry," Pernille says," Or you're going to get a very angry phone call later."

On your seventh day at home, you let Magda know how you feel about her taking you from Pernille's breast before you're ready by spitting up all over her back when she tries to wind you.

Somehow, you've even gotten some under her shirt and she can feel the milky mixture slide down her skin.

Half-delirious from sleep exhaustion, Pernille finds this hysterical and laughs until she cries as Magda can do nothing but writhe in disgust.

"Pernille!" She whines," Stop laughing! Hold her so I can change!"

Pernille is still hysterically laughing as Magda feels your spit meet her waistband. To your credit, you're not crying or anything. You're just happily blowing spit bubbles out of your milk as Magda wriggles around.

"I've got her, I've got her," Pernille giggles as she takes you and mops up your face," Go and change. You smell."

"It's her fault!"

"Don't blame, princesse! She's just a baby!"

[joslincox]

Middle School: The Worst Days Of My Life - Car radio scene (featuring "Here We Go Again" by Nappy Roots and "Summer In The City" by St Lunatics)

[starshapedb0x]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 ✧˚ · .

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you go on vacation with your good friend Audrey, your other friend Arthur and your bestest of friends, Oscar. There’s things that can’t be left unsaid.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (read at your own discretion), it’s very little though, fingering (f receiving), innocent kink, mostly fluff really. NOT PROOFREAD (do not hold it against me pls)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Oscar Piastri x best friend!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2k+

𝐀/𝐍: I honestly forced myself to write this one so not at all the best, but enjoy some summer visuals 🪽

You look at your half-packed bag as you fold the last one of the bikinis. You stare up at your best friend, Audrey, she’s lied down on your bed scrolling through her phone. Her bags packed to go, they were resting in front of the door, you’d agreed she’d help you pack so you both could finally go on vacation after a long college semester plus the exams to complete in the end.

Being in Portugal to study was a new experience for you, you’d travelled out of your country before but staying a whole year away from your family and home was different. It was hard, of course, staying away from everything you know for too long is always hard; but you’ve made so many friends, visited so many places, grown so much in this place that it almost feels like home. And overall, college was going well for you. Of course you’d talked about it with all your friends, specifically your one and only Oscar Piastri.

You’d known each other since you were still in nappies, your mothers were best friends and they insisted on often seeing each other regardless of where they were. As a consequence, their kids became friends, staying with each other throughout every difficulty that eventually showed up such as the distance between each other. You’d always had a thing for him, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to tell him, partly because you knew he didn’t like you and partly because it was so hard to keep the friendship with the little time you were together, imagine a relationship.

As so, you convinced Audrey, Oscar and one of his friends to all go to Audrey’s house in Melides, she came from a Portuguese background, her roots were here, therefore she had family and houses, including the cosy beach house located in the south of the country. Five minutes away from the beach and with a considerably sized swimming pool, there was really nowhere else where you’d rather spend summer with your friends.

“Are you done packing? Their plane already landed we gotta hurry.” She asked, leisurely sitting up on your bed, turning off her phone and placing it next to her. “You’ll finally be able to see your beloved Oscar..” She grinned slyly at you.

“Don’t say it like that,” you replied timidly “I need you to help me close this bag.”

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And a few hours later, that so familiar smell of summer invaded your whole being. The wind hitting your face as you let your arm slide with it, back. The four of you in that car with all the windows open, You, Audrey, Oscar and Arthur. Having picked them up from the airport, Audrey was driving, being guided by her phone which loudly indicating the directions over the music you and Oscar had chosen, and being guided by Arthur who contradicted the phone and yelled both in English and French. You were sat right next to Audrey, almost fully outside the window, looking at your final destination; Oscar right behind you, eyes focused on the way your hair flowed with the wild wind and on the wide smile you kept painted on your face. Arthur behind Audrey who now told him with all her teeth to shut up.

As the car finally parked, you opened the door and ran outside to pick up your bags and finally settle in.

To be honest, the first day wasn’t that big. You guys had arrived late and all the guys wanted to do was rest after the long flight they had gone through to be here, so everyone just had dinner, something you all quickly whipped up from remainders, and headed to sleep.

The next day, everyone was packed and excited to get to the beach. You could already feel the sand in your feet and the sun hitting your skin, along with the salty water covering your body. It was a quick walk to the beach where you all went chatting.. specially you and Oscar. Both of you stayed behind and caught up with the few things you hadn’t through texting.

“You know, I’m pretty stoked to be here for summer break.” Oscar said promptly. “I missed you.”

“I’m stoked you’re here too! We haven’t seen each other in so long.” You looked at him. Oh god, that face you’ve liked for so long, the past year without him was torture. “I misse—“

You couldn’t finish your sentence, in a millisecond, Oscar had dropped his stuff and picked you up bridal style, running into the sea quickly. You screamed in surprise, your arms flying around his neck tightly. Soon both of you were fully clothed thrown into the sea, playfully hitting and throwing water at each other. Your white flowy dress sticking onto your body, revealing the tiny bikini you had underneath. At the sight, Oscar stopped for a second. There was no way he could keep his eyes off you the rest of the trip.

The day went as usual, everyone tanned a fair amount — except for Oscar who refused to let you put sunscreen on his back. Of course, his back is fully sunburnt, a shocking red painted on it.

“Oscar, please, let me put After-sun on it.” You insisted.

“Fine, okay.” He finally succumbed to your wishes, figuring it’d be the best option.

Both of you went to the bathroom, as Audrey and Arthur made dinner, you could only hope anything good would come out of it..

You held the bottle of After-Sun spreading a generous amount on your hand, warning it up before placing your hands on your best friend’s back.

“OW!” He winced, arching his back, flexing it. You pursed your lips and felt your face getting warmer.. you knew he had to work out more in F1 but. Wow.

“Come on, don’t be a baby.” You smiled and let out a quiet chuckle. Running your hands along his back to spread the product.

“I’m not a baby, you’re just a little rough.” He turned around, holding your wrists and looking down at you. You looked up at him. The way he towered over you, pressing his body closer to yours and leaning his face down. “Be gentler, yeah?”

You nodded, looking down at his dangerously close lips, then back into his eyes. His breathing hitting your face, your foreheads and noses pressing against each other, Oscar looks down at your lips and—

“Hey guys! Dinner is ready. Everything good in here?” Arthur had slammed the door open, and with the noise, both of you jumped away from each other. Your face went bright red while wiping your hands off the After-Sun to a nearby towel. Oscar scratched the back of his neck, looking around, face heating up.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll be right there.” And so you did.

After that, you got frustrated. The next days, Oscar did not say a word to you. Well, you didn’t say anything to him either but — on your fourth day of beach together and he had no intention of talking to you about what happened in the bathroom? And this kept you awake at night. You were tossing and turning wondering if you had done something wrong. Should you have kissed him? Maybe he just doesn’t want to be with you. Whatever it was, he had to tell you himself.. even if it was hard to hear, you had to. Living off waiting had always gone wrong for you. You got up from your bed, in your sheer night gown, not bothering to get your slippers on even if the tile floor was cold. You walked out the door and went right into where you knew was the bedroom he was staying in. You looked at it a rethought your decision, but when your brain decided it was better not too, your heart was banging on that door with all the strength it had. In a matter of seconds it was open.

Oscar looked you up and down, and kept his head up to look into your face — your night gown didn’t leave much for the imagination. “Y/N..? Are you okay? Can you not sleep?”

“Why are you avoiding me? Do you not like me? Is it because of what happened in the bathroom? I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to almost kiss you! I mean I wanted to but if you—“ His lips gently pressed against yours and his arm slid around your waist. You let yourself melt into his touch.

“I’m sorry. I’m in love with you.” He simply said, mouth pressing kisses along your cheek and jawline. Your eyes widened and you looked up at him, he looked really lovesick now that you stared at him properly. You kissed him yourself this time.

He pulled you in to himself and closed the door behind you. You were pushed against the door and his hands slid along your half revealed skin, pulling and tugging on the sheer fabric. His mouth in yours in a way you’d never experienced before. If you were honest, you had no idea what to do.. you tried to keep your arms around him while he made your body feel in places it had never felt before.

“Oscar..” You whined. You had no idea what you were begging for, but he knew. And you knew he knew.

“Y/N, Y/N.. wait hold on. I’m.. uh. We’ll talk tomorrow-“ He figured it was a little to early for all of this, he couldn’t just jump in as much as he wanted to.

“What? No. You made me wait so much.” You looked down, his hard-on visible through the pajama pants. “Is it because of this?” You slid your hand over, palming his full clothed dick.

He looked down at you, mouth open as if he was ready to moan at any given moment. And you looked up at him sweetly, like you had no idea what you were doing, innocent little you. “Y/N, don’t start something you can’t finish.”

He was right, you actually had no idea what to do. Your experience was based purely off the one time you watched porn. “I can finish it.” You said promptly, although not very confident of your skills. Oscar grabbed you by your waist, and you let yourself be guided by him. He pushed you onto his bed and looked down at you. You looked clueless and all he wanted to do was finally make you know how good he could be. How amazing he could make you feel. And wipe that innocence right out of you. He slid his own t-shirt off and slid his hands under your night gown.

“You look so pretty in this.. such an angel.” He whispered, his fingers swiftly reached your breasts where he cupped them and then flicked your nipples between his fingers. Your hand flew to your mouth as you looked down to what he was doing. The way his head lowered, and only so then you realized he was getting on his knees. You sat up, and Oscar leaned his head into the inner side of your thigh, sliding his fingers along the milky skin. Your hand flew straight to his wrist.

“Hm? Can’t finish it after all, princess?” He asked, he wasn’t gonna do anything you didn’t want him to but at this point why ask. You let go from his wrist, and his fingers got closer finally reaching where they were needed the most. He slid his fingers through your fold spreading the wetness you’d pooled right when started kissing you. “All this just for me?” Oscar looked up at you, but you look away, hand covering your mouth, eyes struggling to keep still. Shaking with anticipation, why was he making you wait so much. He clearly wanted to take his time.

His movements were slow and he only lightly grazed your entrance with his digits, your mind started wondering to all the things he could do from here, to all the things you wanted him to do from here.

[emeritusemeritus]

Hiii I love you works so much and wonder if I could request a dad Fred?? Thought it would be cute see Fred with his newborn and how loving he would be to his child while also learning to be a father

Hi Anon! Thank you very much! I agree, I think Fred would be the best dad! Here’s my thoughts… 🖤

Warnings: Dad!Fred, Mum!Reader, mentions of childbirth, breastfeeding, absolute fluff. The formatting is killing me today, sorry for the annoying spaces.

Word count: 900

Milestones

It's quiet and peaceful now, the room mostly dark except for the light glow from the moon pouring in through the window beside where Fred is sat in the leather recliner with his newborn son on his chest. He's shirtless and his son is only wearing a nappy underneath a thick, knitted blanket that had been knitted just for him by his Grammy. There's a sense of peace in this moment, the newest Weasley breathing softly as he snoozes in the crook of his daddy's arms, the large hands holding him protectively as he sings softly to the little boy, a song he remembers from his own childhood. The thin red hair that his son had inevitably been born with is mostly hidden under his little knitted hat but even without his family's signature look, he can tell that this is his son, the perfect blend of both mummy and daddy.

The baby's lips keep moving in his sleep, plump, pink and ever so slightly parted as he sucks on nothing, thinking of milk even in his sleep.

He knows that the little one will be awake soon, crying out for his food but until then, Fred is going to lap up every second of blissful silence he can.

He looks over at you in the bed, sleeping soundly with the ghost of a smile on your face as you finally get to sleep on your back for the first time in months. He smiles then, happy to watch you sprawled out on the bed having a very well deserved sleep after tirelessly bringing his child into the world. Your wedding rings glint in the light of the moon, catching Fred's attention with their sparkle and as he looks between you and his son, he can't believe this is even real, that this is his life. He loves you both so much that it feels like his heart actually hurts, like it could burst at any second.

The little one in his arms begins to stir and the peacefulness Fred had felt only minutes ago is replaced by anxiety by what was to come. Would he feed easily or would he struggle to latch? Could he calm him, shush him in the right way? Was he holding him right? It seemed as soon as his son began to stir, the nerves crept up, still unsure of how to do his new role.

"Freddie?" A voice asks for him softly and he looks up to you just as the little one lets out his first little cry, fists clenched tight beside his body as he battles to get them near his mouth.

"Pass him here handsome," you say, beginning to sit up on the bed. You still sound so tired and Fred feels guilty all of a sudden that he couldn't do more, that he couldn't take over and just let you rest. But you don't seem to mind, reaching out for your shared little bundle with open arms and a motherly smile that Fred thinks is your best look yet. Little Weasley instantly starts rooting as soon as he's placed against your chest and you quickly slither out of your top and try to align your breast with his mouth and after a couple of moments, he gets it. You smile in relief as you feel him suckling and turn to look at Fred who looks on in concern.

"He's got it," you say with a smile as Fred perches himself on the side of the bed, keeping both of you close, his arm naturally falling across your shoulders as you lean your head back to rest on his chest.

Fred knew all about the milestones that are significant to a baby's development, he'd read about it in the book his mum had given him and he'd heard his siblings talking about the crawling, the walking, the babbling. When he first saw his son roll at four months a sense of pride filled him that he'd never felt before, beaten only by the first steps he'd taken only 6 months later. You'd rushed down the stairs to the shop with little Weasley in your arms, beaming with tears trailing down your face as you dragged him into the office to show daddy what his son had just accomplished. The first time he sat up, the first smile, the first real giggle, they were all imprinted onto Fred's memory forever, some of his happiest moments. When he first heard his son say 'da' for the first time, it was like the world had suddenly turned to technicolour, like no other sound could ever compare. But he never expected those extra milestones that broke his heart along the way. The first time they reach out to be picked up, the way they suddenly fit on your hip rather than being cradled, the little scoot backwards as they climb into your lap for another story.

It was the hardest job in the world, throwing in a busy job that required innovation and creativity and a marriage that they worked hard to keep passionate and fun. Fred never doubted his ability to be a good dad, he learned from the best, but it was a job filled with responsibility and anxiety that sometimes felt a little overwhelming but the love would always be there.

[twst-drabbles]

Heartslabyul 5

Summary: Since Leona is back with Falena, you call to your plant nymphs when the night comes. You like the way they walk into your room as they go to your bed.

(Oh wow, first ever passive aggressive reply I ever got in the year I've had this blog. They've been blocked. That was entertaining. Mischaracterization is going to happen and I am no exception.)

The air was crisp and the weather was going to stay nice by all means, but you did notice just how antsy your plant nymphs were getting lately. Leona was dropped off by your place as per usual, but he was here for about three month before he was picked up. And during that time, Leona was hogging your bed and would not share it with anyone.

He was even growling at you when you went to bed, but what’s he going to do about it? It’s your bed.

So anyways, point being is that he’s gone for now and your bed was completely free of a nappy sand spirit. You see five colorful little heads poking barely poking out from the bottom of your window, clearly watching to see if Leona will just spring out of nowhere and blow a sandstorm at them.

You didn’t give a warning when you opened the window. Cater squealed and almost rolled down the roof if it wasn’t for Trey catching him. Ace was sent into a squeaking laughing fit and Deuce dove towards him to cover his mouth. Poor Riddle was stock still, the petals on his body ruffled up, making him look quite swollen.

“Alright little critters,” you pointed a thumb behind you, “bed’s free. You can sleep with me for the night. Just behave, will you?”

Ace gave a muffled chipper cheer, bouncing out of Deuce’s hands before he grabbed them and dragged his buddy through the window. Deuce was stumbling but was keeping up with a cute skip to his step.

Trey had the softest, yet tired look on his face, as though engrossed in the fantasy of sleeping on your bed. He tried to hop onto the windowsill but ended up stuck halfway. His little legs were kicking, trying to get that last inch up but can’t. You would’ve helped him, but it was honestly adorable to watch him struggle.

Cater came up and used his shoulders to push him up. Trey took a moment to compose himself from that embarrassing display before reaching down and helping Cater up. Cater started a little whistling tune as he twirled in place, extending a hand down like a gentleman to a high noble lady towards Riddle.

Riddle, however, ignored him and stepped down on the windowsill using the roots in the garden. He did nod towards Cater and Trey before marching towards you. He paused, making eye contact with you, beady little eyes stern and commanding. Then he raised both his arms in the air at you.

‘Carry me,’ he’s probably saying. As the main flower, he gets first dibs on carrying privileges from you. A spoiled little nymph that pretends he’s not. Adorable.

“Alright, alright. Get over here.”

You cupped him in your hands as you smoothed a thumb over his face. The tough look on his face fell off and all you saw was the sleepy little guy you know he is. Really, out of everyone, he works himself to the bone the most.

“Come on, it’s time for bed.”

Hopefully they don’t cuddle too close to you. You don’t want to accidentally roll on top of them.

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

29 for cyoa ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

If you made a playlist, talk about the songs on it and share a link

I did make a playlist, and I listen to it a lot.

So as of today, there are 52 tracks on the playlist, but it’s always growing because I’m always rediscovering songs that suit the fic as I see it. I tend not to focus on lyrics often and rather how the overall mood of the song fits the story, so if a song’s lyrics don’t seem to make sense within the context of the story, it’s because they weren’t taken into consideration. Of course, that’s not always the case, like with Jamelia’s “Something About You” which describes Lily’s awakening to her feelings pretty damn accurately.

There are a healthy number of my favourite artists from the 90s on there because CYOA Lily and James are 90s babies and Lily in particular has a deep, deep love for the 90s aesthetic, as evidenced by her 90s prom fantasy (which is why Maria McKee’s “Show Me Heaven” is on the playlist). So on there we’ve got Lighthouse Family, Simply Red, Britney Spears, Samantha Mumba (Lily’s preferred artist to listen to when Paul and Wendy are having sex in the next room), Backstreet Boys, Celine Dion, Steps, The Corrs and others. Why I haven’t put Peter Andre’s “Mysterious Girl” aka my all time favourite song from the 90s on there is beyond me, I’m going to do that now.

A couple of specifics:

Dario G’s “Sunchyme” is an absolute bop and it’s the song that I picture post-makeover Lily dancing to when she’s getting ready for work in the mornings. James’s get ready song is “I2I” from A Goofy Movie, which is also on the playlist.

Obviously I had to feature Dolly Parton’s “Jolene” because that was James’s first nickname for Lily.

“Therapy” as sung by Andrew Garfield and Vanessa Hudgens is also on the playlist, because @wearingaberetinparis suggested a lyric from that song as a chapter title for chapter 42, when Lily and James have their argument. It was a genius suggestion on her part because of course I had to have Andrew on the playlist, right??

“Good Day” by Nappy Roots is a song that always makes me laugh, and it was the song I played over and over when I was writing chapter 41 aka the chapter where Lily finds out about James and Skylar.

There are a bunch of Sohodolls songs on there because they make very horny music and Lily and James are deeply, deeply horny for one another.

Flo Rida’s “Wild Ones” is on there because you guys voted for it? Why? Find out later.

And I have two Florence + The Machine songs because she’s playing the benefit!

Fic Asks!