#snippets from seattle

[thesameoldstreets]

September 2015 The Sailors have a big media day—on Blake's birthday.

[undersugarnights]

we need a calum fic with lots of praise and him being a little dominant please and thank you <3

All I Need

✦ MDNI — 18+ Only ✦

✧ pairing: calum hood x reader

✧ summary: it’s just you and calum in the rainy woods, nothing stopping you from giving in to each other in every way.

✧ word count: 3.3k

✧ title: all i need by radiohead

✧ author’s note: when i got this ask all i could think of was “holy shit this is essentially him in the smuts of my new fic” so after consulting the “council” i decided to post a smut from the fic as a little snippet LMAO. it’s edited into an x reader, but it’s the same scene that you’ll hopefully read when i do put out this fic. ANYWAYS. enjoy <33

(special thanks to zuza for editing this for me, ur a life SAVERRRR)

Copyright © 2024 undersugarnights. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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The night air was crisp as you and Calum sped down the highway on his bike. There was something deeply comforting about being with him—a quiet steadiness that felt both grounding and oddly familiar, like you’d known him forever.

The wind whipped past, carrying your laughter as you threw your head back, savoring the freedom that came with the open road. You could hear Calum’s chuckle in response, low and warm, and it only made you laugh harder, the sound blending with the steady hum of the engine beneath you.

When he finally pulled off the road and into the edge of the forest, parking the bike, a nervous flutter settled in your chest. This moment felt so different from all the others you’d shared—those times forced together by circumstance. Now, under the quiet canopy of the night, it was just the two of you, with no obligations or pretense. Calum’s smile was as bright and infectious as ever, and it made your nerves soften, if only slightly.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low, his smile shifting into something softer. The weight of his gaze made your heart race, but before you could process it—or say anything in return—fat raindrops began to fall.

The first few landed lightly on your skin, cool and scattered, but in moments the drizzle turned into a downpour. Calum spluttered in surprise, brushing rain from his face, while you threw your head back with a loud, carefree laugh.

You had expected the rain—this was Seattle, after all—but there was something thrilling about the way it drenched you both, soaking your clothes and hair within seconds. Pulling away from Calum’s embrace, you held onto his hand and twirled in delight, the rain mingling with your laughter as thunder rolled in the distance.

The rain quickly soaked through your clothes, making your shirt and jeans cling heavily to your skin, but none of it seemed to matter. Calum stood beside you, his lips curved into a faint, amused smile. His hair was plastered to his forehead, rain dripping from the dark strands as he tried—unsuccessfully—to look annoyed.

But you knew better. You caught the laughter dancing in his eyes, the way his barely contained smile betrayed the truth. It wasn’t irritation; it was something softer, warmer—something that made your heart skip a beat despite the chill of the rain.

“You look adorable,” you giggled, brushing the rain-soaked hair from Calum’s face. “Like a wet puppy.”

Calum let out a soft grumble but couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped as he met your grin. “Should’ve known it was gonna rain,” he muttered, shaking his head. “And you like that, don’t you? Knew it was coming.”

You gave a nonchalant shrug, slipping your hand into his and leading him a few steps farther from the bike. The rain fell steadily, soaking you both as Calum’s arms slowly wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. You tilted your head up to look at him, your hair a dripping mess, water clinging to your face, but the playful spark in your eyes remained.

“We’ve never danced together,” you murmured, your voice soft yet teasing against the steady rhythm of the rain.

Calum raised a brow, brushing the wet hair from his face with a smirk. “So, you want to dance in the rain?” he asked, already knowing the answer from the way you grinned.

Instead of waiting for a response, his hands shifted firmly to your waist, lifting you effortlessly off the ground as he spun you around. Your laugh rang out, bright and carefree, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance. For a fleeting moment, joy swept through you both, unrestrained and electric, the rain the only witness to your impromptu dance.

He held you close as you moved together, your soaked clothes clinging to your bodies like a second skin. Mud splashed up your bare feet as you swirled, but neither of you seemed to care. The world around you faded, leaving only the rhythm of the rain and the warmth of his touch.

In his arms, you felt normal-just a girl with a guy who understood her, who looked at her as though she was something precious, something extraordinary. The weight of your past hadn't disappeared, but in this moment, it felt lighter. It felt conquerable. Like maybe, just maybe, the two of you could make it through anything.

Calum leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, warm and grounding against the cool rain. When he pulled back, his hands stayed on your waist as the two of you continued to sway, caught in a quiet, tender rhythm. But then his gaze dropped, and his eyes widened slightly as they landed on your chest.

A mischievous grin spread across his face.

“So..you just skip the bra pretty often?” he teased, his tone playful as his eyes flicked up to yours, gesturing at the hardened peaks visible through your soaked white shirt.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the laugh that escaped you. “Enjoying the view, are you?” you shot back, matching his playful tone.

“Absolutely,” he admitted without missing a beat, his grin widening as he pulled you closer.

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. “What can I say?” You shrugged. “I got my nipples pierced for a reason. Can’t let them go to waste without showing them off a little.”

Calum’s expression darkened, his hands tightening on your waist. “So this was all part of your plan?” he murmured, his voice lower now. “Ditch the bra, wear a white shirt, all in hopes of getting my attention? Did you factor in the rain too?”

You laughed, throwing your head back in pure amusement. “Yes!” you teased. “You’ve got me! I don’t know what to do now.”

Calum laughed, shaking his head as he leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours. “You’re fucking crazy, you know that?” His tone was dripping with fondness, and maybe a little bit of desire too.

You bit your lip, feeling the atmosphere shift from lighthearted to something heavier—thick with heat and desire. “You know what they say,” you murmured, letting your hands slide up to Calum’s broad shoulders. “Don’t stick your dick in crazy.”

Calum's eyes flicked down to your chest, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

“Don't tell me what to do,” he whispered, his voice low and strained before capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.

You responded eagerly, pulling him closer, your fingers tangling in his damp hair as the rain slicked your skin. Calum's hands gripped your thighs, lifting you effortlessly. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he deepened the kiss, the intensity pulling you into something electric, something that burned despite the cold drizzle falling around you.

When his tongue brushed against yours, a muffled moan escaped your lips, swallowed by the storm of his kiss. You barely noticed you were moving until the shift in air and the firm coolness beneath your thighs pulled you back to reality.

You blinked, realizing he'd set you down on the seat of his bike, the rain slowing to a soft patter around you due to the cover of the trees. Your heart fluttered as you leaned back on the steering, watching as Calum straddled the bike so that he was facing you. He shrugged off his sopping wet jacket, followed by his shirt.

You let your eyes rake through his lean body, the way the skin stretched so thinly over the muscle and the tattoos that littered his skin. Calum’s lips latched on to your neck, causing your eyes to flutter shut as you let out a blissful sigh.

His hands slid under your shirt, pushing it up and bunching the fabric above your chest, leaving you exposed to him. “You're so fucking pretty,” he murmured, his voice low and rough as he pressed kisses down your throat, along your collarbone, and lower to your chest. His lips left a trail of heat in their wake, igniting a fire that coiled deep in your stomach.

“You're my addiction.” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin before pressing a kiss to your nipple, making you shiver. “All I need. You're all I need.”

His mouth closed around your nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive bud, and you arched against him with a soft gasp. Pleasure blurred your thoughts, but something about his words tugged at the edge of your mind.

They felt familiar— too familiar.

It took a moment to click, and by the time it did, Calum was already working open the button of your jeans.

“Wait,” you said, breathless and slightly dazed, your hands pressing against his chest. His dark eyes snapped up to meet yours, confusion flickering across his face. “Did you just—did you just quote Radiohead while trying to get into my pants?”

“I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or turned on that you noticed that,” he chuckled, tugging the heavy fabric of your jeans down your legs. Thankfully, they were a bit loose, making it easier than expected. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to the soft skin of your thigh. “But I mean it— you really are everything.”

Calum smirked, kneeling before you and sliding your damp underwear down your legs. The cool air and the chill of the bike's seat made you hiss softly, your half-lidded eyes following his every move. He pressed gentle kisses up your leg, each one slower than the last, before finally brushing a tender kiss to your clit. The sensation made you jolt, your fingers gripping the edges of the bike for support.

Then, he straightened, leaning over you until their faces were inches apart, his breath warm against your rain-cooled skin.

“Calum,” you whimpered, your voice trembling with need as his middle finger teased your entrance, collecting the slickness there but refusing to go further.

He smirked against your neck, trailing hot kisses along your pulse. “Please,” you whispered, your voice breaking as your hips instinctively tilted toward him, desperate for more. “Do something.”

“You sound so pretty when you beg, did I mention that, Princess?” His voice was a husky whisper as his finger continued to make teasing circles around your entrance. He wasn’t giving you what you wanted, at least not without a fight.

“Please,” you whimpered, your eyes squeezing shut as your entire body pulsed with need. You couldn't stop yourself from rutting your hips against Calum's teasing fingers, desperate for even a hint of relief.

Calum chuckled low against your collarbone, the vibration of his voice sending shivers through you. Drops of rainwater dripped from his damp hair onto your heated skin, making you shiver again. Slowly, agonizingly, he slid just the very tip of his finger inside you. It was nothing—just a tease—and it drove you insane.

“Fuck—please,” you gasped, your voice breaking with frustration. “I need you—“

“Spell it out for me, Y/N,” he growled, his voice rough and demanding. “Tell me what you want. I'm not a mind reader.”

A sudden, animalistic surge of desire crashed over you, and you opened your eyes, meeting his gaze through your lashes. Your lips parted, and your voice came out in a desperate, breathless whine.

“I need you to fill me up,” you begged, the words raw and unrestrained. “Fuck me like I'm your filthy slut.”

Calum’s eyes darkened significantly as he slid the rest of his finger inside you, accompanied by another one. The stretch made your back arch, and you let out a moan as he curled his fingers perfectly inside you. “Good fucking girl,” He growled, biting the skin of your neck harshly. “You’re such a perfect girl f’me.”

His lips crashed against yours, swallowing every desperate moan that spilled from you as his fingers worked you relentlessly. The slick, wet sounds of his movements mixed with the steady rhythm of the rain falling around you. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, clutching for support as your body trembled with need.

“Such a little whore for my fingers, aren't you?” Calum chuckled, his voice dripping with arrogance. His thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing it in just the way he knew drove you insane.

Your eyebrows knitted together in pleasure, and you threw your head back, resting against the handlebars as your breathing came in shallow, uneven gasps. “Please,” you begged, your voice breaking. “I want to come on your cock.”

Your words seemed to ignite something in him. Calum withdrew his hand, leaving you whimpering at the loss. Without hesitation, he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a deliberate slowness, his dark eyes locked on yours.

You barely had a moment to catch your breath before he focused his attention on the button of his jeans, shoving them down just enough along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, hard and heavy, slapping against his stomach as he leaned closer.

“You want more, Princess?” he growled, the teasing edge in his voice making your toes curl. He dragged the tip over your swollen clit, eliciting a sharp cry from you.

“Then you're gonna fucking take it,” he snarled, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke. “You're gonna take it so well for me, like the good little whore you are.”

You found yourself nodding eagerly, your breathing having hitched at his words. You gripped his biceps tightly as he sank into you inch by inch, seemingly determined to drag the moment on for as long as he could. Finally, when he was buried to the hilt, he let out a moan. “You feel so fucking good,” He muttered. “So wet, so fucking tight. Love this pretty little pussy, and it’s all mine.”

“It's yours,” you gasped, your voice breathless and shaky as Calum began snapping his hips against yours with an unrelenting rhythm. He didn't give you a moment to adjust, the sharp edge of the pain only heightening the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through you. You felt stretched, completely filled, as your nails raked down his back without mercy.

He hissed at the sensation, his breath catching before he crushed his lips to yours in a bruising, desperate kiss. His hips continued their punishing pace, each thrust driving you harder against the cool, unyielding metal of his bike. The intensity of it all blurred the lines between pain and pleasure, leaving nothing but raw, electric connection in its wake.

Your head fell back as you cried out into the night, droplets of water still falling onto your bodies, making everything so much slicker. You shivered as Calum began to suck at your sweet spot right where your pulse beat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

“Look at you,” He moaned between kisses. “Taking me so well, it’s like you were made for this, made to take my cock, weren’t you? My filthy little slut.”

“I’m yours.” You were beginning to grow dizzy with how much the pleasure began to build up in your stomach, the familiar sense of nearing the edge finally occurring. “Fuck, I’m all yours, made for you.”

Your thighs trembled, your entire body tightening around him as he continued to pound into you. “I’m so close,” you sobbed into his shoulder. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Calum’s thumb found your clit again, rubbing tight, deliberate circles around it as his hips continued to snap into yours. “Come for me, Princess,” he urged, his voice commanding. “Clench around me— make a mess out of my cock.”

With a broken cry, you felt your orgasm finally wash over you with such intensity that your vision went black for a second. Your nails dug harshly into Calum’s biceps as you rode out your high, quickly growing more and more sensitive.

Your moans quickly shifted into overstimulated whimpers as your body writhed beneath him, your muscles twitching with sensitivity. You tried to pull away, but Calum's firm grip on your hips kept you in place.

“Sit still, babygirl,” he commanded, his voice rough and strained as his thrusts became more erratic. “I told you to take it, so take it.”

You bit down on your lip, the cool rain mingling with the heat radiating off your skin as you surrendered to him, letting him use you to chase his release. Your breaths came in short, shallow gasps, and before you could think better of it, the words tumbled out of her mouth.

“Come on my face,” you whispered, the request barely audible over the rain.

Calum froze for a moment, your words hitting him like a lightning bolt. Then, with a guttural groan, he pulled out of you, stumbling back off the bike in his urgency. His hand worked furiously over himself, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

You felt a fleeting emptiness as he left you, but the anticipation building in your chest quickly replaced it. You leaned back against the handlebars, sticking your tongue out and meeting his gaze with a mix of submission and challenge.

That was all it took. With a strained, guttural moan, Calum finally gave in, his release spilling onto your waiting tongue and heated skin. You moaned softly at the taste, your fingers reaching up to wipe the streaks from your cheeks, gathering as much as you could.

Calum watched you, wide-eyed and breathless, his chest still heaving. His mouth fell open as you licked your fingers clean, your eyes fluttering shut in satisfaction. “Taste so fucking good,” you murmured, your voice husky and dripping with praise.

Before you could say anything else, Calum closed the distance between them, crashing his lips against your. It was quick but heated, his tongue exploring your mouth— seemingly desperate to taste himself.

When he pulled away, still breathless, Calum looked down at you with awe etched across his face. “You're so perfect,” he whispered, his voice soft but full of conviction.

Quickly, he tucked himself back into his pants and helped you shimmy into yours, his movements gentle but efficient. Your shirt was still bunched up just below your collarbone, and he couldn't resist leaning down to place a lingering kiss on each hardened nipple before reluctantly pulling the fabric down to cover you. The wet fabric was more than a little uncomfortable, but you could hardly bring yourself to care.

“Only for you,” you murmured, your voice tender as you watched him. You loved the way his fingers brushed through your damp hair, the way his gaze held yours as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

Calum's lips quirked into a small, shy smile as he leaned in to press a soft, chaste kiss to your lips. “I really hope so,” he murmured, his tone carrying an unexpected vulnerability.

He squeezed your hand, intertwining your fingers as he straightened up. “But we should get back before we both catch a cold,” he added with a playful grin, his voice light and teasing, though his eyes still shone with unspoken affection.

You let out a soft, resigned sigh. “You're probably right,” you pouted, resting your head against his chest. You didn't want this moment to end, finding comfort in the quiet of the forest and the gentle rain as long as Calum was there.

“Don't sound too sad,” Calum murmured, tilting your chin up so your eyes met. His expression was warm, teasing. “We can head back, take a hot shower, get rid of these soaked clothes. Maybe do this—” he gestured to the bike with a shy smile. “Once or twice more.”

You grinned, your lips curving against his as you leaned forward to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You really know how to cheer a girl up,” you teased, lacing your fingers with his. “I'm down. Though, I might be up for more than one or two extra rounds.Who knows?”

Calum shook his head, a low laugh rumbling in his chest. “Yeah,” he said, smiling. “Maybe I should stick my dick in crazy more often.”

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[caroletheperfumeaddict]

Louis livestreams to help us through the dark times

Here is a list of Louis livestreams I've compiled. Most of them were compiled over the course of FITFWT but some date from LTWT and earlier - they vary in quality and there are some duplicates, but shot from different viewpoints. Feel free to add any others you find. :) NB: you'll have to cut and paste some of the links, I don't know why. All links were working at the time of posting.

2020

London livestream: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0or2ZerDMQ

Barcelona: https://youtube.com/watch?v=jvHXBXqR4sk&t=4s…

Madrid: https://youtube.com/watch?v=PE8NNkAt39U&list=PLZM0lUMngUKG2PhNKKxpq9CB_9RMhWfz_

2022

Louis Lokerse 2022: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL0ZNqfoCw44-F2MJuOb7DzGKp56Xalvp6

Louis Rio 2022: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DpO5I7_nAZE

Louis Melbourne 2022: https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=cqvnx87wuvg

Manila: https://youtube.com/watch?v=H0LnChhArzQ…

Mexico City N3: https://youtube.com/watch?v=fUNjzwm7E8E

Dallas: https://youtube.com/watch?v=H3_oS67TU_w…

LA N1: https://youtube.com/watch?v=qkqGbYJeRds…

Portland: https://youtube.com/watch?v=zAR_GGhOwT0…

Milan: https://youtube.com/watch?v=aFfM-kSgwq0…

Taormina: https://youtube.com/watch?v=S5_OgZ9GCFs

Faith in the Future World Tour 2022-2024

2022

Pryzm N1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uV-IGBPwXg&t=4s

Pryzm N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Kg0J8TC6xc&t=3s

Pryzm N2 (playlist KMM to end): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLt5cIJRWJmR--kJiDDZrHOJZJ5ooFWZQ3

Shepherd’s Bush (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3_QC-3L9GXL6TTg4NcB1sqfMt9XrwLe0

2023

Uncasville: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=atCdjfGtcNE&t=1s

Uncasville: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbGvwf0vQ1E

Uncasville (Kimberly playlist): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3R918fe46KgDnYvGsrX9sZ4Qb0bSTLB1 

Gilford (Kimberly playlist): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3R918fe46KjfMXK3R0Yc-qchBM0YuDOt

Gilford (Jess snippets): https://instagram.com/p/Cs2U9XVLtOT/?img_index=6…

Laval (Kimberly playlist): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3R918fe46KiKPtvFcQEj381PbvvW-d8v

Laval: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8d_NakXbaTU&t=4s

Laval: (few songs, and some from Forest Hills): https://www.youtube.com/@mareeclo/search?query=louis%20tomlinson

Toronto: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gnjfYFf0ayI

Toronto (30 mins): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=slt8dOOJd7M

Cuyahoga Falls (46 mins): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CYKK51OaZGQ&t=7s

Cuyahoga Falls (playlist, not full, out of order): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KDrROakgOvk&list=PLN47JqnNNd98AJKaTFkU9q8Y67koILZpA&index=1

Sterling Heights (playlist, thanks to 1D clips): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLOuTN46aTVcDG0A3CirddH3gORm5lb-JG

Cincinnatti (playlist, not in order): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCme743TXSo&list=PL0OWNO0y9lueVqu5cmK0rOkmkvamVQbcR

Columbus (my playlist: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RbpiZFZ7j8&list=PLOuTN46aTVcC9NgEglvTpTbSk5lDaQG3K

Indianapolis (vlog highlights, about 17 minutes. Starts about 2.54): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qd6I8XVsUSk

St Louis: no go

Kansas City: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ug_YUAZck-k&t=1s

Milwaukee (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kbtmq1JSj3A&list=PLycEgOOgImiY84Elgd0u14IVIuZCXgh7l

Chicago: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWRcrczXb3o&t=4901s

Minneapolis (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wSEobcd2uk&list=PLycEgOOgImibQoDwFFpkEDAcqZNzpqNI9

Council Bluffs (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQ64jEqP7Ts&list=PLycEgOOgImiZaxVhd6PEgEAEZQXKQbv9z

Sioux Falls (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ngyXZF145g&list=PLycEgOOgImiZD6rbQRE1P8e7G-ODjp8Bt

Seattle: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pSOiMt2_xPc&list=PLycEgOOgImiY8zP7zNh9EPdnBcAOIYlnk

Vancouver (highlights playlist, 7 songs): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLyHnFg9h41pk8WIaRdmiL8NSVkw5xGpCz

Troutdale (Jess):https://instagram.com/p/CuBXRkFOFIw/

Berkeley (Jess):https://instagram.com/p/CuGlVbWuIWD/

Berkeley https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eEW3m_2Qwy8&t=2s

Los Angeles Hollywood Bowl: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fbe6HRWSlao&t=1s

Las Vegas (Jess):https://instagram.com/p/CuLwKknvDq3/

Phoenix: (15 mins): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iwoGhh0j1Vs

Irving (my playlist, some songs and gender reveal): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLOuTN46aTVcA5NhCKcVm0-qDSO39wQI-T

Austin: (almost complete, starts with KMM): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rT3TmpIwUHI

Woodlands (Jess): https://instagram.com/p/CudlhRQvoiD/

St Augustine (Kimberly playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEdHQKc2iSE&list=PL3R918fe46KgJjNBIDP6G4zA6Yh2z_CyT

Hollywood Fl (Jess): https://instagram.com/p/CuqWbPDpXVl/

Tampa (Kimberly playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kqbHTB9Jm2w&list=PL3R918fe46Kh6KSsxqRHMs8Xe-y_1rEWa

Atlanta (my playlist, half a dozen songs): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLOuTN46aTVcAlWbBLyn6R316qjxMjzzdD

Nashville (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEFQ1Qu1ijs&list=PL3R918fe46KhGsrLUiP9NQLIbmJbQyNGD

Charlotte: (my playlist, 17 songs): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLOuTN46aTVcCItJdg0o16oVsRVKJKi92_

Raleigh: no go

Columbia (quiff night. My playlist, inc 6 snippets, did my best): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLOuTN46aTVcAQTbk1p9c0eIh9jbTsP81Q

Columbia: (vlog, 16 minutes): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RemQ7MBqmw4 

Columbia (a few songs, good quality - can’t be added to a playlist): https://www.youtube.com/@JOEJONAS2696/search?query=Louis%20tomlinson

Boston N1 part 1: https://www.instagram.com/reel/CvGm4pgJXf7/?igsh=MTYyMXBxOHB3ZWFlaA%3D%3D

Boston N1 part 2: https://www.instagram.com/reel/CvGsSYspOh_/?igsh=andqdWRtcjJ5NW1w

Boston N2: no go

Philadelphia: https://www.instagram.com/p/CvObpHlJDCF

Asbury Park: no go

Forest Hills: (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLtA8Re6VuYz-omIcyuGI1uPhlCCW-s-Q8

Hamburg: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M0Z_qM1PjX8

Copenhagen (my playlist, some snippets): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLOuTN46aTVcDGvZbJDVtlU_fbzFuRBpDB

Oslo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JNqCm4RuAs

Stockholm (my playlist, most tracks): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLOuTN46aTVcCQsBpHsWqyp5IdzXlqQm_7

Helsinki (my playlist, selected songs - what I could find): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLOuTN46aTVcCoSCtacy6YT7jWNsgOpB-a

Helsinki: (most of second half of concert - creator skipped some tracks): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_uFbfGiS6A

Tallin Estonia: no go

Riga Latvia (highlights, 20 minutes): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y4e2ocxKhRY

Kaunas Lithuania (vlog 41 mins inc meet and greet): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYU9p2ToZ6w 

Krakow: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wd-Ds3Uv0L0

Lodz Poland (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xKSBnlYmMEc&list=PLsU9N7Y3vbPE8zRkvjrUX1Wb8X_gb4qxb

Vienna: https://youtube.com/watch?v=gHhEYyU1yDk&list=PLVbrA3oEcVDAJZY9SO_6N6n1Ke0qavXhR

Ljubljana Slovenia: no go

Budapest (highlights, inc Andrew Cushin, 30-odd minutes): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIO8s9V8O9E

Bucharest Romania: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6yU12hPOpo

Sofia Bulgaria: no go

Athens: (my playlist, incomplete): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLOuTN46aTVcBoV0yw2jEjgXCFElTBEUDC

Bilbao Spain: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bt0giPsaXyw&t=1s

Lisbon: no go. 

Madrid: (my playlist, just a few songs and snippets): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLOuTN46aTVcBqmeKg5kvGHanFx4EIj2Mg

Barcelona (playlist, out of order): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJuQ3R4btMw&list=PL3dpZKr_ut9NKQKBPIfz4yoZViPEMjlgd

Turin: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EKRp_vpWIw&t=3s

Turin, again: https://youtube.com/watch?v=_EKRp_vpWIw&list=RD_EKRp_vpWIw&start_radio=1…

Bologna: https://youtube.com/watch?v=Wd-Pa4QsNfY…

Esch sur Alzette Luxembourg (highlights, 37 mins): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5iVDb3rxYIc

Esch sur Alzette Luxembourg (French-speaking vlog, about 15 minutes in centre): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZO_4ioFBXg

Antwerp; https://youtube.com/watch?v=cxU6e7_lXZY…

Paris (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLE5GN1hVky2vIKU1IxYedafxSsdYKvAGU

Paris: https://youtube.com/watch?v=Q-iAvmhxv-4

Paris (highlights, inc barricade jump): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-iAvmhxv-4&t=1s

Amsterdam: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HBqWfrdnyHU

Amsterdam (35 mins): https://youtube.com/watch?v=KxyMe_CHEfc…

Cologne (audio only): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5MRo-AuX98

Prague: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GEpDLzbaf7w

Berlin (short playlist): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLOuTN46aTVcD301jjIicnQ1h2xqUR6mlr

Munich (incomplete playlist): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLOuTN46aTVcB_fpWxFptGqhf9lyTxxeRu

Munich (highlights, 37 mins): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_L14ZP9lKpw

Zurich: no go

Dublin: https://www.instagram.com/p/CzZvsPLCN1C/

Sheffield https://instagram.com/p/Cze5n6hBIR8/

Sheffield: https://youtube.com/watch?v=DGOI2AOloLA&list=PL3R918fe46KgOy3WPzUKDPhum7YPHfsyj…

Manchester:https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3R918fe46KhPZD9i75dwl1iU9on6Bz9c…

Manchester: https://youtube.com/watch?v=bW1vIEoSDvE&list=PL3R918fe46KhPZD9i75dwl1iU9on6Bz9c…

Glasgow (playlist, KMM onwards): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QnGxGzE1lkc&list=PL3R918fe46KjXL7p2_EV2lPhqI_QvdF2y

Glasgow (highlights, about an hour): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSrO_09SzVE

Brighton (GemAgathe):https://instagram.com/p/CzpWJDCiPpG/

Cardiff: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwfV07vhxhQ&list=PL3R918fe46KgsArgMWExStCPmyKwy4b6a

London O2: https://instagram.com/p/Czw7hqMrf9F/

London O2 again: https://instagram.com/p/Czw70FaMVaW/

London O2 again (Kimberly playlist): https://youtube.com/watch?v=zs-Ghkk9s8w&list=PL3R918fe46KiuyXrvsF-_ma0wsU4KNrGp

Birmingham (my playlist, thank you to ‘H’): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLOuTN46aTVcBdNfRKzgYTcRfDAeKfpqti

2024

Jakarta part 1: https://instagram.com/p/C2fNpe8PSfQ/

Jakarta part 2: https://instagram.com/reel/C2fORlJvU2g/…

Jakarta part 3: https://instagram.com/p/C2fRzW6vz0Q/

Melbourne part 1: https://instagram.com/p/C2pDVzqrKHf/

Melbourne part 2: https://instagram.com/p/C2pH91JrXfd/

Brisbane: https://instagram.com/p/C2uSBGpLYye/

Brisbane: https://instagram.com/p/C2uSTvuLUks/

Brisbane part 1: https://instagram.com/p/C2uNaRELE1V/

Brisbane part 2: https://instagram.com/p/C2uSaXorh2m/

Sydney: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8pxBuJqyNFA

Sydney: https://instagram.com/p/C22AvP7LLlu/

Sydney - great sound: https://instagram.com/p/C22AdaqL05Qt9S4BNzVr9ZXpANo0qP8FrSfrek0/…

Panama City (vlog, 40 mins): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIAfrdU4a8E

San Juan Puerto Rico: https://instagram.com/p/C6nDZrdL9wW/

San Juan Puerto Rico: https://instagram.com/p/C6nDCK1LlxTj9RVEeYmgQ7eTUg4gRSMF6jGJn40/…

Rio: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gnf1mpQa1dc&t=1s

Sao Paulo: no go

Curitiba almost full show: https://youtube.com/watch?v=CtOozz9qbSQ…

Montevideo part 1: https://instagram.com/p/C7As9-ULfrS/

Montevideo encore: https://instagram.com/p/C7AvnFjLqXD/

Buenos Aires: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8WshmIXEp08&t=1373s

Buenos Aires: https://instagram.com/reel/C7Ig0BUrmy-/?igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA%3D%3D…

Buenos Aires: https://instagram.com/p/C7IWh_ZO8Lz/

Buenos Aires, in the pit: https://youtube.com/watch?v=8WshmIXEp08

Asuncion (streamer not well): https://instagram.com/p/C7QOwKosX8a/

Asuncion Gabi part 1: https://instagram.com/p/C7QKDSRMXct/

Asuncion Gabi part 2: https://instagram.com/p/C7QOk_vML_j/

Santiago part 1: https://instagram.com/p/C7X2YLIsMNT/

Santiago part 2: https://instagram.com/p/C7X312iMYg_/

Santiago part 3: https://instagram.com/p/C7X_sPQsr4U/

Lima: no go

Bogota (playlist, most songs): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLteZClQIiEvw0EE5qjVbRL3WjQ2iCV-QF

San Jose Costa Rica: https://instagram.com/reel/C7nhgXYMTI8/?igsh=d3pvamx2eXp2OWl1…

Mexico city FEQW: https://youtube.com/watch?v=XT-peYum5Bo…

Mexico N3: https://youtube.com/watch?v=fUNjzw

Queretaro (poss part concert): https://instagram.com/p/C70ibURvTOC/

Guadalajara: no go

AWAY FROM HOME FESTIVALS

AFHF 1, UK: https://youtube.com/watch?v=ASLDNfDr2I4…

AFHF 1, UK: https://youtube.com/watch?v=OZHUmLg8FXA&t=902s…

AFHF 2, Spain: https://youtube.com/watch?v=zUsdEJ-5G_o&list=PLZM0lUMngUKEDS0kW4qilbif5xSnACFwz…

AFHF 3, Italy: https://youtube.com/watch?v=R_-w-oQ9pqw…

AFHF 4, Mexico (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3R918fe46Khhf7usAn0ZbrQxdaX3DkAz

FESTIVALS 2024 

Tecate Pa’l Norte: https://instagram.com/reel/C5KpAHNsyxv/?igsh=MW05Mjd3dTRiOWY1Nw%3D%3D…

Tecate: https://instagram.com/reel/C5Kl7nkOXx3/…

Tecate: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wXnKc5CaxG8

Pinkpop: https://www.instagram.com/p/C8hoMz8iSpu/

Pinkpop (playlist, various): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3CElOapQ9F2gLCC01BD_uH1i00Yl_vEB

Main Square, Arras: https://instagram.com/p/C9AdgGjMIPp/

RuisRock: https://instagram.com/p/C9ISyEbMXTd/

MEO Marés Vivas, Porto; https://instagram.com/p/C9s1yj0solS/

Morrina, Coruña https://www.instagram.com/p/C952lWtIHNK/

Arenal Sound: https://instagram.com/reel/C-L0nayILAA/?igsh=bXd0M2U3YzRtMGVv…

Santander Music (half) https://www.instagram.com/reel/C-OkRx-I4Pe/?igsh=ZHhueXY0ZmRrdHIx

Untold: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WtqFW2bMugc

Sziget (part 1): https://www.instagram.com/p/C-f8YYiMzg1/

Sziget (part 2): https://www.instagram.com/p/C-f90dFsW5X/

FM4 Frequency Austria: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3dpZKr_ut9NA2Cv9Z5EnBzBDnQGeZQ88

Frequency: https://instagram.com/p/C-vmvElsGzm/

Cabaret Vert Charleville (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3dpZKr_ut9Pq0EvgnVPNNl2uHq1IhNPB

Cabaret Vert Charleville (beginning to WDBHG) : https://www.instagram.com/p/C-0cb2UIvqf/ 

Victorious: https://instagram.com/p/C_UE4ZVi8MR/

Victorious: https://instagram.com/p/C_BPbxjMhl6/

Zurich: https://instagram.com/p/C_EBwtEvAVN/

Festningen Norway https://instagram.com/p/C_TQizaMQ9B/

Istanbul: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLOuTN46aTVcA8LBKKvEnb7cwuu5wehyTo

Lollapalooza Berlin: https://www.instagram.com/p/C_n7VONM2qZ/

Lollapalooza Berlin https://www.instagram.com/p/C_n7vBVM8Jp/

Lollapalooza Berlin (Highlights playlist): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3dpZKr_ut9M-0_if_pZThtaI-I2EsNy6

Superbloom Munich: https://www.instagram.com/p/C_qcyafMGZQ/

Superbloom Munich: https://www.instagram.com/p/C_qbYp0s8fI/

Superbloom Munich: https://www.instagram.com/p/C_qgK57MgHK/

[multifandomfix]

Imagine putting out a small fire and Cristina getting jealous over everyone fawning over you.

You’re at the station when the call comes in. A fire at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. It doesn’t sound like anything major, a small fire in one of the break rooms by the sound of it, but protocol is protocol. Your team suits up quickly, and you head out, sirens blaring as you weave through the Seattle traffic.

When you arrive, the fire is already under control, just a few small embers left to take care of. The hospital’s sprinklers have done most of the work, but there’s still smoke and the smell of burnt plastic lingering in the air. You lead your team inside to take care of what was left.

As you walk through the corridors, you can feel the eyes on you. Nurses and doctors alike can’t help but glance your way. It’s not every day they get to see a firefighter up close, especially not one who carries themselves with such confidence. As you work, you catch snippets of conversation from the hospital staff nearby.

“Wow, look at that firefighter. Do you think they’re single?”

“I don’t know, but I wouldn’t mind finding out.”

You can’t help but smile to yourself, but you stay focused on the task at hand. You’re here to do a job, not to entertain people’s hero worship. And really, you were hardly a hero here. More like clean up crew.

When the job was done your team was packing up and you had all stepped back into the hall. Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice. Cristina Yang strides down the hallway with her usual intensity and she spots you immediately, her eyes narrowing slightly as she notices all the attention you’re getting.

“Hey, you,” she says, walking up to you and slipping her hand into yours. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just a small fire. Nothing we couldn’t handle,” you reply, giving her a reassuring smile.

Cristina looks around, her gaze sharp and unmistakably possessive. “Good. Because I don’t want anything happening to my partner.” She increases her volume deliberately on the last two words to make sure everyone knew you were spoken for, even if she didn’t usually use the label for what you were to her.

You can see the looks on the faces of the hospital staff. Surprise, a bit of disappointment, but mostly respect. Cristina Yang is not someone to be trifled with, and it’s clear to everyone that you’re very much off the market.

“Alright, everyone, back to work,” Cristina snaps at the onlookers. “There’s nothing to see here.”

As the crowd disperses, you squeeze Cristina’s hand. “Jealous?”

“Me? Jealous? Please,” she scoffs, but there’s a hint of a smile on her lips. “I just don’t like it when people don’t know their boundaries.”

You laugh softly, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “Well, thanks for making it clear. I think they got the message.”

Cristina grins, pulling you closer. “Good. I’ve had enough of sharing you for one day.”

You smile back at her, enjoying this side of her, and the hospital staff was now fully aware that you belonged to Cristina Yang. You really couldn’t be happier.

For anon

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[chimneyz]

wip wednesday

tagged by @ambernotember thank you <3

a small little snippet of the sleepless in seattle chapter of my tommy's romcom coma dream fic a dream i can call my own

Tommy smiled as he watched his daughter running over to one of his oldest friends. Chimney smiled as he hugged Nancy, twirling her in the air. Laughter took up the space around them. “You’ve grown so much!” Chimney cheered. Placing Nancy down on the rocky surface beneath them, Chimney set his sunglasses on top of his head, waving his hand up high, “Tommy!” 

With a crinkly smile, Tommy walked over to Chimney, giving him a hug. Chimney’s arms squeezed tighter around him, forcing out an ‘Oof’ from Tommy. “So good to see you, Howie,” Tommy grinned. 

Untangling himself from Tommy’s arms, Chimney placed his hands on his hips. “How have you been, Tommy? How’s the Seattle life treating you and Nanc? Are you sick of all the seafood yet?”

“Never!” Nancy cheered, “I will never get sick of seafood!” 

Things in Seattle have been good, all things considered. It was a little lonely at times, but it did honestly feel like things were finally getting back to normal.

The shrill yell of a truck horn gripped Tommy’s attention towards the nearby road sitting on the bottom of a cliffside. And there he was, standing in the middle of the road, the man Tommy saw at the airport. Confusion was written on his face as he stared back at Tommy, not paying too much attention to his surroundings. His eyebrows furrowed, and his nose did this cute little scrunch. Tommy really was only able to catch a glimpse of the man before, but seeing him now, there was no denying it, there was no ignoring it. That was Evan’s bright blue eyes that shined in the sunlight, that was Evan’s dirty blonde soft curls, that was Evan’s birthmark painted around his eyebrow, that was Evan. 

It wasn’t possible. How was this possible?

no pressure tags: @ambernotember @wikiangela @loucifersbitch @setmeatopthepyre @bucksaiga @livelaughlou @trombonechurchill @firehose118 @exhaustedpirate

[awomanunkind]

July 27th, 1969: The only time The Doors and Led Zeppelin performed at the same festival

Referred to as the forgotten Woodstock, the 1969 Seattle Pop Festival in Woodinville, WA, featured a performance from Zeppelin alongside artists such as The Doors, Chuck Berry, Vanilla Fudge, Guess Who, and others. Here’s one of the reviews:

“More than 50,000 rock fans gathered at Woodinville’s Gold Creek Park over the weekend for a practically non-stop three-day festival of music, events and exhibitions. The first annual Seattle Pop Festival was a marvel of crowd control and smooth organization.

Sunday night was supposed to belong to The Doors but it was stolen right out from under them by the great English blues group, Led Zeppelin.

Coming onstage about 11:30pm, immediately after the forced extravaganza of The Doors, the Zeppelin faced a jaded and uncomfortable audience that had been standing in the cold all evening. But the electricity of lead singer Robert Plant and guitarist Jimmy Page quickly warmed them up.

Plant has a voice that is controlled hysteria. Anguish pours from his every note; his voice is an epitome of the blues.

Page is an amazing guitarist. His runs and fingering are magnificent, his control of the instrument pure genius.

They were aided by a fine drummer, John Bonham and bassist John Paul Jones. Few who experienced it will forget Led Zeppelin's performance, especially their smashing encore of Communication Breakdown.” [P. Macdonald, SeattlePost-Intelligencer. July 1969]

+ a few other wonderful article snippets:

“[…] some of the performers learned that audiences will dig almost any loud noise, at times. […] Towards the last night, however, things started getting a little relaxed. It all started with kegs of beer provided backstage in the artists' waiting room. Jim Morrison did his thing drunk on his ass, and the tight, big sound expected from The Doors just didn't come off.” -Unknown

“In spite of fears for the fence in front of the stage, there was no trouble as the group performed their rock masterpieces When the Music’s over and The End” -Michael Quigley

Tickets were $6 (around $51 now)

Anyways, this whole festival is super special to me as it occurred super close to my home, it’s just incredible to be able to visit the area knowing some of my favorite artists walked that same grass 🥹🥹

Here are some photos!

+ Bonus! My dad being evil and lying to me for fun:

[mustlovetommy]

👻 Ghost Tommy Kinard WIP (bucktommy) my love 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 Please.

Also, keeping your dad (and you) in my thoughts! May everything go well. 🤗💚🧡💚

Hi!! Thank you so much for this ask and for your well-wishes! I appreciate it! 🧡

Here's a little snippet of Ghost Tommy. Hope you like it!

“It’s me… I’m really here, Evan… Baby, I’m here!” Tommy calls out, his voice trembling, choked with emotion.

Tommy hurries to a side table and fixes his eyes on a snow globe. It’s the one they’d bought together during a road trip they did a few years ago. They’d crossed several states, making memories in every one, but it was in Seattle, wandering hand in hand through a fair, that they spotted the snow globe, and they decided to buy it as a memento of their trip. It’s a small thing, but it actually means a lot to them.

He knows he probably won’t be able to pick it up, not yet, at least. He should practice more before attempting it because the last thing he wants is to drop it to the floor and shatter it.  So instead, Tommy gently nudges it forward, slowly shuffling it across the surface of the table, hoping Evan will notice.

“Tommy?” Evan whispers with dread as he keeps staring at the photo frames. “Please…” 

“I’m here… Evan, please!” Tommy pleads.

Just as Tommy is about to give up on the snow globe and return to the photos, Evan turns his head, looking around. Tommy doubles his efforts and pushes the snow globe a few more times.

Evan’s eyes widen when he sees it, and then they light up. He stumbles forward, his hands flying to his mouth.

“Oh my god,” Evan breathes out, his voice muffled by his fingers.

Tears stream down Evan’s cheeks as he drops to his knees, unable to look away from the snow globe, and from the proof that Tommy is really there.

[thewritingofamadwoman]

Hot Buns

A random snippet into the lives of Annalise & Mark Sloan. Technically a part 2.5? Let me know what you think & thank you for reading 🤗

Pairing: Mark Sloan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: allusions to smut but no actual smut, sickeningly sweet fluff

To anyone who didn’t know Mark Sloan or Annalise Grey-Sloan, life at Seattle Grace was the same as it had been for the past few months. The ex-couple decided to give their relationship a try once more, with Annalise having gone so far as forgiving Mark and allowing him to take her out on a few dates.

No one picked up on the innocent flirting between the two; the looks and giggles shared, the secret touches whenever they stood in the same vicinity. No one had ANY idea of their little rendezvous in the on call rooms. Or at least, that’s what Mark and Annalise thought.

“So are they going to eye fuck each other the entire time or are we going to actually learn something today?” Alex Karev grunted, standing off to the side as Mark and Annalise “discussed” the case they were working on together. Cristina and Meredith rolled their eyes at him.

“Well I for one think it’s great that they’re speaking again. Little Jolie deserves to have both of her parents happy,” Meredith shrugged, smiling to herself at the sound of her sister’s giggle at whatever the “plastics God” said to her.

“I agree with Mer. A less angry Annalise means more surgeries for me to scrub in on. So if McSteamy wants to McGet-It-On with her, I’m all for it. I’ll even buy her condoms if she wants,” Cristina said cheerfully, not noticing the power couple creeping up behind her. Annalise cleared her throat.

“Well thank you for that, Dr Yang. I’ll keep that in mind. Are we good to start rounds or would you prefer I gave you details on which condoms I prefer for your future reference?” The brunette asked, an eyebrow raised playfully at Cristina and her sister. Annalise didn’t care about what was said about her when it came from friends, and she loved to torment interns as much as she could. Cristina had enough sense to blush and look away while Alex snickered before Mark called out to him.

“Oi, Karev! Let’s get a move on, these patients won’t heal themselves!” He barked, making his way down the hall but not before winking at Annalise.

Anna smiled, and rolled her eyes playfully at the intern who immediately followed after Mark. Her smile lingered a little too long on his retreating form, and when she turned back to Meredith and Christina, she couldn’t escape their teasing smirks.

“Wipe those grins off your faces,” Annalise scoffed, walking around them and doing her best to ignore the heat trying to creep up her face.

“Well you two look close,” Meredith teased, her signature smile on her face. Christina snorted in agreement.

“Close is an understatement. Sloan’s one step away from sticking his tongue down her throat with every passing longing glance,” she said dramatically as they stopped outside the patient’s room. Anna genuinely laughed at that, resulting in the patient, Mark and Alex to look over at the three doctors who stood by the door.

“Sorry Mrs Sheffield, I’m Doctor Grey-Sloan. These are my interns, Doctor Grey and Doctor Yang. I’ll be assisting Doctor Sloan with your procedure. I’ll be in charge of making sure your heart doesn’t give out while Doctor Sloan works on the external repairs on your abdomen while removing that superficial tumor and patching you up as good as new. I promise you, you’re in great hands,” Annalise reassured the patient gently, reaching over and giving her hand a squeeze. The older woman smiled back kindly and looked between Annalise and Mark, the latter already standing off to the side and prepping a game plan with Karev.

“You said your name was Grey-Sloan? Any relation to the stud?” Mrs Sheffield nodded towards Mark unabashedly, her voice hushed. Anna’s smile widened.

“Mhmm, he’s my husband.”

“Oh you’re one lucky girl. If I were 30 years younger I’d be climbing him like a tree. Do you see the buns on him? Oh the way I’d like to give’em a quick squeeze,” Mrs Sheffield went on, her voice not as hushed as she thought. Annalise chucked and noticed the tips of Mark’s ears slowly turning a light shade of red.

“Alright Mrs Sheffield, let’s keep that heart rate down,” Annalise teased. “We’ll be back later to get you prepped for surgery. In the meantime, Grey, please make sure we have an OR booked and Yang, please get Mrs Sheffield ready with the pre-surgical team. Karev, please follow up with pathology one final time about Mrs Sheffield’s most recent blood tests so we can confirm we’re good to start on time. ”

Christina, Meredith and Alex nodded and stepped out of the room to get started on their tasks immediately. Before Anna could make it out the door however, she heard Mark yelp. She turned around and found Mark rubbing his backside as he scurried out of the room, Mrs Sheffield winking at her and smirking to herself while rubbing her hands together. “I’ve still got it!” She cheered, and Mark pulled a tittering Annalise out the door with him.

“That was not funny, I feel violated and objectified,” Mark whined, his grip gentle on Annalise’s elbow, pulling her with him down the hall and around the corner. Anna’s chuckles broke into a full on belly laugh at Mark’s flushed face. They stopped walking, and Anna used the wall behind her as support while she laughed.

“You should have seen your face!” She giggled. Mark, who was thoroughly embarrassed, found his gaze softening at the sight of his wife laughing wholeheartedly. And yes while it was at his expense, he wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. He rolled his eyes, playfully annoyed, a smile playing on his lips as her own giggles were infectious.

“Are you done?” He asked, crossing his arms as he looked down at her.

Anna did her best to stop laughing, biting her lip and looking up at Mark with a somewhat innocent expression. Mark felt his heart flutter at the sight of her.

“I’m good, I’m good. God it’s been so long since I laughed like that,” she sighed, smiling brightly. Mark smiled back and shook his head.

“Yeah, and it took me being assaulted by an elderly woman squeezing my ass for you to laugh that hard. You’re welcome,” Mark sassed. Annalise quirked an eyebrow teasingly at him.

“You weren’t complaining when I was the one squeezing your ass in the on call room earlier…” she said, lowering her voice as she looked up at him coyly, daring him to play along.

Mark’s eyebrows shot up in surprise before he immediately collected himself and reacted accordingly, smirking while bringing his right arm up and above Anna, bracing it on the wall behind her. His other arm reached towards her, his hand engulfing her waist as he stepped closer to her, caging her between the wall and himself. What Mark didn’t do, however, was check to see if the coast was clear before speaking; his voice taking on a more deep and gravelly tone.

“Well, I am a gentleman. Who am I to deny my woman from grabbing my ass when she’s down on her knees for me with her mouth wrapped around my—“

“AH-DONT YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE MARK SLOAN,” an incredulous voice spoke up and both doctors jumped apart at the sound of Miranda Bailey.

“This is a god damn hospital, not a whore house, keep that kind of talk OUT of the halls! What is wrong with people today, talking nasty while I’m trying to my damn job,” Miranda muttered to herself as she continued her way down the hall, glaring at the couple.

Mark and Annalise took one look at each other and cracked up at the hilarity of it all.

“I can see why the interns call her the Nazi,” he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest again. Annalise nodded and continued to watch Doctor Bailey make her way down the hall, before she turned back to glare at them once more before she turned the corner.

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2 things:

i'm sat by every seattle au snippet. would you perchanceeee be willing to share any more. just a crumb

and what are your ratthew/mattdrai thoughts following yesterday's result

answering second question first: i personally am having a great time; i was rooting for the panthers and was happy i actually got to watch some games this year, especially because those games ended up being the hilarious blowout ones. i have high hopes both for matthew/sasha nation (the epic slow burns write themselves!!!!! i have a Mighty Need for like. five of them. where are they) and also fully intend to read too much into the matthew leon air quote "handshake" progression from last year!!! that said im ready for a new matchup next year 😂

and since you twisted my arm, here's another little snippet

The conversation turns to other things, Jordan and Yanni earnestly comparing the benefits of various preschools while the d-corps, in their typical fashion, all have their heads together at the other end of the table, talking about god-knows-what. Leon doesn’t have much to contribute about whether Montessori is worth it, so perhaps that’s why he gets stuck watching Matty arrive at the bar, watching Matthew slap him on the upper arm and turn to the smiling bartender and make the universal gesture for another round. Even from across the room, Leon can tell Matthew’s talking a mile a minute, drawing Matty into his previous conversation, and he can also see the way Matty sways in closer and away. Maybe the kid doesn’t need another round.

“Aw, look at them,” Will says, sliding his elbow along the table so he’s close enough to talk to Leon in an undertone, voice filled with sly amusement. “Rookie crushes, am I right?”

“What?” Leon asks back in the same low tone.

Will shrugs. “I mean, Chucky’s not a bad one to have. Though I’m a little offended it’s not me. I’m the one offering the kid food and shelter.”

“Yeah, but you have an ugly mug,” Soucy cuts in. “And you can’t score a goal to save your life.”

“Oh, go fuck yourself,” Will says, elbowing Carson hard.

“Now, Chucky at least can score a sick goal. Or Drai. I mean, that’s the whole thing, right? The hockey is hot, they’re hot.” Carson nods like he’s won a debate, though Leon still hasn’t quite figured out what the parameters of said debate were in the first place. “Happens to everyone.”

“Does it?” Leon asks without meaning to, eyeing them both suspiciously.

“Yeah,” Carson says, gesturing with his drink. “You get called up, and you just kind of—you know. Latch onto a guy for a year or two, before you grow out of it. You know how it is.” Carson elbows Will. “Right?”

Will shrugs again. The secretive smirk from before has faded, replaced by an expression Leon has no hope of reading. When Leon looks around the table, the other guys clearly haven’t been listening—except for Adam, who briefly raises an eyebrow at Leon before turning to pay attention to Dumo. Leon doesn’t know what that means, either, but his ears and cheeks are growing hot. It might be time to switch to water.

“Alright, everyone,” someone announces. Matthew, returning with a tray full of beers and Matty in tow. He deposits Beniers into a chair, then starts distributing the bottles, sliding them along the table and making Carson curse when he nearly drops it. “One more toast for the birthday boy, yeah?”

Leon grabs his bottle, resisting the urge to hold the sweaty glass to his cheek, wishing he wasn’t noticing the way Matty stares up at Matthew with more than a little awe, or Adam’s small, subtle bemusement. He closes his eyes and starts swigging before the toast even begins. Water can wait.

[thesameoldstreets]

July 2015 Coach Z is in town to look for a house—and he comes by Blake's place for dinner.

[ladykailitha]

Sweet Home Indiana

You guys are getting an absolute feast this week. Two chapters on regular posting days, the twenty snippets you got on WIP Wednesday, this, and of course more Across a Crowded Room tomorrow.

Enjoy!

Based off a post I saw on here (and didn't save for some reason) about the legal tangles gay people had to go through when gay marriage was federally legalized because a lot of them married different people in different states because their marriage in California wasn't legal in the other states and just never bother to get a divorce.

And my brain let's Steddify this shit Sweet Home Alabama style!

So here we go:

Eddie and Steve got married in Boston when Massachusetts made gay marriage legal. But they broke up when Eddie went to California with his band.

Cue Eddie going around and having a couple of really short marriages in different states. Tommy in New York for three months when the band was in New York recording an album. Billy in Hawaii for two weeks while Eddie was there on vacation.

Neither of them really mattered or were serious. Because they were only legal in the state they were performed in so Eddie didn't think anything about it.

Fast forward to a decade later, gay marriage is legalized across the country. Corroded Coffin has broken up and Eddie has a job as a tattoo artist.

Eddie goes to get a marriage license in Seattle where he's been living for the past five years. And is denied on the account he's a polygamist. He's still married to three different men in three different states.

Fuck.

His fiancee Chrissy is a legal assistant at a law firm so she has her bosses draw up annulments for Eddie's three marriages and has them sent out to all three of Eddie's exes.

Including Steve.

When Steve gets his papers, he's pissed. He hunts down Eddie's number and calls. Tells him that he can do the proper thing and tell him to his face he wants a divorce. None of this annulment bullshit like their relationship didn't matter. But until then he can fuck off.

Now Eddie's frantic. Because the reason why he and Chrissy were getting married in the first place is that her student visa ended in May and her work visa has been delayed three times. They have to get married otherwise she'll be deported. And no just a little across the border to Canada either, she's from Barbados.

He tells her the truth about Steve and how they were actually married for almost two years before Eddie left. They had been living in their home town of Hawkins where their marriage wasn't legal any way, but meant something to them.

Chrissy is upset he didn't tell her this sooner, because yeah, that's whole other kettle of fish. So she has her bosses draft a divorce decree and words it a whole lot nicer than the legalese of the annulment.

Eddie packs his bags heads to back to Hawkins and back to Steve. He has one week to convince Steve to sign the divorce papers.

He gets into to town and finds that Steve is the proud owner of the best bakery in town. And the best selling item is the chunky mint brownies Steve made just for Eddie when they first got together. Eddie gets a little sentimental about it, and Steve stubbornly refuses to sign the papers.

They go back and forth for a few days. They tumble into bed and Eddie wakes up, he finds Steve gone and the papers signed.

Only now that Steve has signed them, he doesn't want that anymore. So he breaks down crying and sobbing. He calls Chrissy and now Chrissy is as distraught as he is.

After they hang up Chrissy calls the bakery and Robin answers. Chrissy really needs to speak to Steve.

Robin tells her Steve can't come to the phone because he is covered in flour and can't because he'll get it messy. Chrissy asks if she calls his cell phone if Robin could hold it up to his ear, because she really needs to talk to him. But Robin refuses to budge. She banned Steve from having a cell phone around their giant stand mixer because he has lost three of them to the beast.

Robin offers to pass long the message, though. And Chrissy has to be content with that. She explains who she is and why Eddie needed the divorce. She tells Robin about Eddie's breakdown that morning and how he really didn't want to divorce Steve.

Robin and her get to talking about their best friends, missed connections and themselves.

While the girls are talking Eddie is having another freak out because he put the envelope containing the divorce papers in the mail box but realized he forgot to sign them himself. He needs to get them back so he can sign them, but he's afraid of getting arrested for tampering a federal post box trying to get the papers back.

He's near hysterics when Nancy finds him. She's in town visiting her family. And she helps him get the papers back by talking to the post office and they open the box and he gets them back.

She takes him to lunch to calm his clearly frazzled nerves. He tells her everything. And she tells him that while Eddie was in New York, Steve had gone to see him and when he saw how much bigger and better the big city was, Steve decided if he was going to win Eddie back, he had to make something of himself. And thus began the bakery. He almost had enough to fly to Seattle and woo Eddie. But then this happened.

Now Eddie is really stricken. He wants Steve so bad, but Chrissy is out of options.

Nancy gives his arm a squeeze and Eddie heads back to the hotel he'd been staying at.

He finally looks at his phone and sees a lot of messages and texts from Chrissy begging him not mail the divorce papers yet, she has a plan. Cue Eddie having a final breakdown in his hotel room, sobbing and wrung out.

There is a knock on his door and Eddie is confused the only person who knew his hotel and room number was Chrissy and she's in Seattle. But he gets up to answer and suddenly has an armful of Steve Harrington. Who is also a sobbing wreck.

After both of them calm down, Steve tells him he only signed the papers because he wanted Eddie to be happy. And if that meant being divorced from him, he'd do it.

But Eddie's isn't happy. He's sad and hurt and lonely. Steve is too.

They fall asleep in each other's arms, placing their trust in their best friends.

The next morning they are woken up by Robin and surprise surprise, Chrissy.

They explained that since gay marriage is legal everywhere now, Robin is going to marry Chrissy. And she'll swap places with Eddie. She'll go back to Seattle with Chrissy and Eddie can stay here with Steve.

It's perfect.

They get a marriage license and walked down the courthouse where Eddie and Steve are their witnesses. While the judge is talking, Steve pulls out Eddie's old ring. The one he returned to Steve when he moved out to be with his band.

He slips it back on Eddie's ring finger where it belongs. They kiss at the same time Chrissy and Robin do.

A couple years later Chrissy becomes a lawyer and her and Robin move back to Hawkins where Eddie has opened his own tattoo parlor, right next to Steve's bakery.

And they all live happily ever after.

ETA: Full Story here.

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[xtarmanderx]

Too lazy to actually post a finished fic today, so here’s a snippet of a longer Ruca fic that’s coming your way soon!

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“You and the boys go out for drinks on Tan.” Rocker says. “I’m calling it a night.” He’s got a bottle of whiskey with his name on it that he’s kept hidden for today. He’ll get most of the way through it, call in sick tomorrow, and spend most of his day curled up in Luca’s bed. Their bed, he corrects himself. He’s just not sure how much longer he’ll be welcome.

The drive home is too quiet. He turns his phone back on, tossing it into the passenger seat as it begins to light up with notifications, and they don’t stop until he’s parked on the side of the street. He’s got an incoming call from Edwards as he climbs out and he doesn’t answer, sending it straight to voicemail. He’ll call Commander Hicks first thing in the morning, but right now the bottle of an expensive bottle is calling his name. He unlocks the door and slips inside, putting in the alarm code before he locks back up. He’s not sure if Tan is coming home tonight, so he leaves the deadbolt unsecured. His gear is tossed into the bedroom and then he’s in the kitchen, kneeling in front of the sink and reaching around for the hidden bottle.

He should grab a glass, fill it with ice and take things slow, but right now he’s a glutton for punishment. The whiskey burns from the first sip and into the next, but he welcomes it and makes his way to the couch. He unlocks his phone and begins to scroll aimlessly through his notifications, guilt churning hot and heavy each time he sees Luca’s name. He should text him back, call him and apologize for being such a goddamn coward, but fear makes his heart slam against his ribs and stops him from pressing any buttons.

He settles on opening social media instead and oh god, it’s a mistake. The very first memory that shows is one of him and Val on their wedding day, young and hopelessly in love with each other. They think they’ve got forever on the horizon, can’t see the ticking clock hanging over them, and they have no idea that their vows will grow meaningless. A lump rises up in his throat and he coats it with whiskey, blinking back tears that surge from within. If he couldn’t have forever with Val, why the hell does he think he’s meant to have one with Luca?

An amicable split doesn’t make them friends. He hasn’t spoken to Val in eight months, giving her the chance at a clean break when she’d decided to move to Seattle. He clicks on her profile and sees that she’s in a relationship again, her picture showing her grinning with a man dressed like a lumberjack. He’s objectively good looking, with a full beard and bulging biceps, and his smile seems kind. Rocker starts to like the status update, but he freezes when he sees the top comment. ‘Glad to see you with a real man now.’

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HELLO! 🩵🩵🩵

My name is Andrea, but you can go by my call sign which is Icicle, and I am the sergeant at the coveted Taskforce 141! And I can't wait to bring you all the latest gossip on what happens when we're not busy shooting off enemies and saving the world from total damnation.

So anyways, I am 29 and used to live in Seattle, Washington to Vietnamese parents (we moved since I was two.) I enrolled in the military at 18 and was given my SAS regiment, becoming the youngest to do so!

But I wanted to do more, I wanted to prove to myself that I can be much more than just a decorated soldier. That I, and many other women before me can prove that we're just as much a force to be reckoned with than our fellow men.

So imagine my surprise when I got the call, (thanks to the amazing Laswell) to have the opportunity to be sergeant of the coveted Taskforce 141. One of the best taskforce there is, led by Captain John Price and his three subordinates. Lieutenant Ghost, and the two sergeants, Sergeant Gaz and Soap. To tell you the truth I was unsure of myself, but I didn't back down, and I didn't let fear take me over.

So here I am! Eight years strong and still with my head held high. But I wanted to do something fun, a little snippet of our day to day lives when we're not killing soldiers or having to deal with government officials with their million dollar crisp suits.

So I made this! With both Kyle and Johnny's help (they were there since Tumblr was born y'know), we created iceychronicles! I'm the host of this, asking questions and showing off some of the day to day lives of what we're doing, but one of the boys might drop in and also pop a couple questions here and there!

(And to be completely honest, both John and Simon needed to let loose, y'know? Get the jitters out.)

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So yeah! I look forward to having you all my little icey friends drop in, ask some questions or overall go 'feral' (as the kids say) to our shenanigans, and I'll catch you all in another winter! 🩵☃️❄️

BYE FOR NOW!

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🎵 anthems for a seventeen year-old girl

👩🏻‍🎤 yeule

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a snippet from the sleepless in seattle chapter of my tommy's romcom coma dream fic a dream i can call my own

A mass of people flood through the gate's doorway into the airport, the hustle and bustle of people added to the surrounding noise of the airport. Tommy kept his focus on his daughter, who looked up at him with a stern scowl, her nose scrunching up.

With a sigh Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose before placing his hands on his hips, “Look, Nancy,” Tommy huffed, “There is no such thing as finding the perfect person ok? It’s just something that movies come up with to give some sense of-”

Tommy’s eyes drifted, watching a man coming out of the gate doors, dirty blonde borderline brunette curls, long pair of legs, bright blue eyes, and a pink birthmark above his eye to match his pink lips. Tommy’s eyes haven’t left the man, following him as the man walked away. A fluttering picked up in his stomach, a prickling burn started in his cheeks. 

“Evan?” Tommy whispered in disbelief. 

His feet dragged forward, his body being pulled towards the mystery man inch by inch. How was he here? How was this possible? This had to be a dream, right? Tommy pushed through the crowd, making sure he had his sights on the man who couldn’t have been Evan. But Tommy had to know. Nancy shuffled by Tommy’s side, tugging on her knit scarf, doing her best to keep up.

“I think you might have known Buck in a past life Dad,” Nancy spoke up. 

Not tearing his eyes away from the man who in no possible way can be Evan, “W-What do you mean Nanc?” Tommy questioned. 

“My friend said that you and Buck must have known each other in a past life,” Nancy started, “But that you weren’t able to be with him for whatever reason.”

Tommy hummed. 

The man disappeared in the sea of people, Tommy stopped in his tracks trying to spot him once again. With no luck, Tommy sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“And that is why the universe is trying to bring you together,” Nancy continued, “That letter is a sign! You can’t just ignore it!”

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[noirnoisemusicblog]

A story about the Grunge scene

Some of my favourite music comes from Seattle, I was drawn to the subculture as a whole, therefore I in university wrote various papers on the scene and my final BA project was an oral history of SubPop, the next few blog post will be snippets from my papers.

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In September 1991 music history was made and no one had seen it coming. A band called Nirvana topped the charts after their Music video for their song ¨Smells Like Teen Spirit¨ aired on MTV's 120 minutes.

As ¨Smells Like Teen Spirit¨ became a huge phenomena and everyone wanted to know who are Nirvana, where do they come from? The media discovered with Nirvana, came Soundgarden, Alice in Chains and Pearl Jam. These four bands came from Seattle, they were part of the same music community, they were a subculture and had fans. Pop culture hadn't seen anything like it since The Beatles and they wanted a piece of the cake.

Same year Soundgarden tapped into mainstream media with their album Badmotorfinger. Pearl Jam’s debut album Ten was also released in 1991, but didn't top the charts before late 1992 and the following year Alice in Chains released their album Dirt, which went straight into the charts

Photo by Charles Peterson

The bands got known as Grunge, though was it more than just a music genre, it was an ideology, it was punk with a new label and it was a thriving local underground scene in the pacific north west.

The term Grunge been used in various music articles in the 70s and 80s to described a distorted guitar sound with feedback. SubPop label founder Bruce Pavitt used the term to describe the bands on their roster. It was initially used in a joking manner but would end up taking a life of its own. The media picked up the term and suddenly Grunge was fashion. Ultimately, it became a quasi-genre of music based simply on bands from Seattle. The original Grunge, the SubPop Grunge, had nothing to do with the Grunge that became pop culture. The bands and the community at the time didn't necessarily like the term, as no one likes to be reduced to a label but over time everyone has accepted it.

To be continued as a series of blog post about Grunge

[nostradamus0]

ficwip: ‘hair’

thanks for poking me @sideguitars <3 i figured this week i'd actually do one lol

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i figured the word hair would show up a lot, and since i have to manually search every document since i don't use google docs, i figured i'd be lazy and just search the ones i've worked on recently. so. here's a few bits and pieces of stuff

snippet from the next chapter of desire as round as peaches bloom in me all night :)

“You must be the Attending who’s been stealing my interns.” Meredith. Addison barely has time to turn her head before Meredith is standing right next to her, leaning close to peek at the chart and smelling like lavender and laundry detergent and just generally disrupting Addison’s heart rate. “Ooh, a TTTS case.” She glances up at Addison, a cheeky smile on her face. Addison’s stomach flips, and she tells her heart to calm the fuck down and act normal for once in her goddamn life. “That’s how we met.” Addison rolls her eyes. “We met because you were sleeping with my husband.” “Sure, but you came to Seattle for the case,” Meredith fires back, her grin unrelenting. And honestly, there’s nothing Addison can do but cave. “Well, you’ve got me there,” she says. She clears her throat, tucks her hair behind her ears, and tries to retain some of her dignity. “Did you need something, Dr. Grey?” “Just wondering where my interns had gotten off to. I’ll get them back, right?” “Dr. Grey,” Addison drawls, dropping the pitch of her voice and tilting her head to meet Meredith’s eyes over the rim of her glasses, “You know I don’t like to share.”

ya'll convinced me to write the supergirl/leverage crossover, so, here's some of that:

It’s now that Sophie recognizes the hairclip holding up the girl’s bun. Parker has almost the same one. It’s a hairclip, yes. But it’s also a lockpick. And pieces start to fall into place, because Sophie Devereaux does not believe in coincidence: 1. Hardison spent twenty minutes earlier complaining about “something fishy” with the system as he’d been hacking in. 2. There’s a girl with a lockpick hair clip staring at the most expensive painting in the exhibit. 3. The museum closes in less than ten minutes. 4. She doesn’t look like she plans to leave. 5. She’s going to steal the Madonna of Humility. 6. Breanna is also planning to steal the Madonna of Humility. 7. Sophie is not confident Breanna will get there first.

your voice is the splinter inside me sequellllll

It’s a long, drawn-out conversation in which nothing really happens except they all agree that everyone has lost a year of their memories. (Except Emma, who remembers everything, but none of it’s useful, and Henry, who lost his entire life and Regina is ready to pull her hair out of her skull at how everyone can just stand there and act like everything is fine, drinking shitty tea and eating rocks disguised as scones when her son doesn’t remember her.) She’s seconds from hyperventilating or strangling Snow or maybe both when Emma pulls her into the kitchen and presses a small glass vial into her hand. Regina can still hear Snow and David, making meaningless conversation in the living room, but their words are muted and the bottle is heavy in her palm. Emma’s hand is cold against hers. “I know it’s empty, but maybe there’s some magical residue or whatever that you could analyze?” Emma pauses, looking up from the vial to meet Regina’s eyes. “I want him to remember you.” Inside her chest, Regina’s heart constricts until she feels like it may just stop beating altogether. She closes her fist around the vial.

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