#stream nettles

[mayahawkeswife]

fiening to write another byler churchgate type fic inspired by ethel cain’s music but this time for the song nettles…. chat should i.

[joejhang]

"i've never seen brown eyes look so blue" about jeremy knox because he has brown eyes but they're "blue" cos he's sad inside and about neil josten because he has brown eyes but they're actually fucking blue he's just a liar and a freak.

[mgu-h]

Lando Review 214/? • June 2021 • Connor's Twitch Stream

[fuzzbraiin]

when I won’t wake up on my own, held close all the time, knowin’ I’m half of you

[mscaseys]

idk if you’re a fic reader but if so any severance fic recs?

my favourite of all time is nettles by brutalizer, i think the gemma character analysis is incredible like the author took the exact thoughts out of my mind. they've also wrote another fic which is in the same universe as nettles. the other one i love is this fic by cassiandor, it's more mark and devon centric rather than markgemma, but i love it because i love character analysis fics and i love the sibling dynamic sooo much. i'm not terribly up to date on the tag and mostly these recs are what my friends have sent to me, but do let me know if you have fics you liked too!!

[methrattlesnake]

the reason babies cry when they're born is cause they haven't seen Attila yet.

[goneinsecondsxo]

feeling insane about gardenias on the tile where it makes no difference who held back from who because at the end of the day, no matter what hardships you go through as a couple, this line speaks to the happiness that can be found later on and how once you get there it won’t matter who held back from who, or how you got here, it will only matter that you did

[anxeious]

how do you always manage to find ethel cain again

she is my wife & i love her more than life itself,, stream nettles

[salemontrial]

NEW ETHEL CAIN SONG OH WE ARE S O BACK

[doedipus]

@warmcoals and I entered the @lars-canyon monthly and did... pretty okay!

[shinelikedew]

NETTLE SCREENSHOT CAPABILITY ACQUIRED

[clancycatears]

MDNI (18+) ; happy father’s day. here’s some soft soon-to-be dad!alex for the five alex fans out there. (:

"shh, buttercup, shh..." soothes alex, holding you in a tight embrace while your body sagged into his own.

the two lines on that god damn pregnancy test glowered at you from its place next to you on the bathroom's tile floor.

you'd always wanted to be a mother. you and alex had discussed that more than once during your three-year relationship. you both wanted kids, but you wanted to wait for a good time when you both had the availability and the financial means.

while money certainly wasn't a problem anymore, alex was still on active duty and had to leave for deployment for months at a time. that's what scared you the most besides—

"i-i'm gonna gain weight," you croak, nearly choking on your own sobs while tears stream down your supple cheeks. "and-and get sick, and get stretch marks, and—"

he pauses for just a moment, slowly pulling his head away from where he had it tucked into your neck. his gaze softened, eyes glazing with concern over your well-being. "hey, baby."

you can't quite catch his words, your pulse roaring in your ears while sobs racked your crumpled body, knees quivering from where they held you up on the floor.

"buttercup, listen to me," he pressed, hands leaving your back to find your face, cupping your cheeks ever so gently, guiding your head until your eyes met his own. once he finally caught your gaze, he gave you a loving smile. "i've been shot more times than once, stabbed even more, and got blown up and lost a leg. do you think i can't handle a few stretch marks and a little sickness?"

you sniffle deeply, sucking in the snot that'd been dripping from your nose. "n-no..."

his thumbs catch the tears on your dewy cheeks, swiping them away with gentle reverence. "about time i spend more time with my girl, huh?"

your heart leapt in your chest. "b-but... but i don't wanna be a burden on you..." you mutter, your head dipping down until your gaze lingered on the floor.

slowly, he guides your head back up by your jawline. once you catch his face again, his gaze hardened. "baby," he started, and you knew you were in for it. he was about to get incredibly sappy.

"you could never be a burden to me," he continues, his tone soft regardless of the nettled expression on his face. "i wanna see you glow. i wanna see you waddle around and tell me the baby's kicking."

you giggle softly when his lips touch your teary cheeks, kissing away the salty pearls while his mustache tickles your skin. "i wanna be here with you every step of the way, more than anything. when you're sick, i wanna look after you. when you're tired, i wanna carry you. when you're hungry, i'll cook for you—even make you those li'l pregnancy cravings i hear about all the time, no matter how stupid they could be."

he showers your face in the softest of kisses. your walls crumble, shoulders dropping, and eyes sliding shut to accept his affection.

"and when your bump starts showing while our baby grows? i'll tell every single person how lucky i am to be having a kid with you," alex coos, planting a fat kiss on your lips. you snicker into his mouth, until he breaks from the embrace and kisses both of your eyelids. "you understand, baby?"

another sniffle, and then a short nod of your head. "y-yeah..."

"good," he sighs, his forehead pressing into your own, fingers sliding into your hair to comfort you until the tremble in your body subsides. "enough of the tears now, buttercup. let's get some food in ya, huh? the two of you need it."

alex masterlist

[corruptedpagearts]

Nettle; my gal, I'm playing in a play by post- I adore her greatly. Fingers crossed, she doesn't get too distracted by the plants around her. Also streaming 📹

[lluc1ll3]

nettles | joel miller

summary: your last ride home with joel in his truck on a hot summer evening.

wc: 1.1k

tags: Angst, Breakup, Joel cannot express emotion, Smoking, Coquette reader, Ethel Cain inspired, Implied age gap, Hints of toxicity, Joel is sad and insecure

note: listened to the new ethel song and this was born. stream nettles by ethel cain!!!

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To love Joel is to suffer him.

And God, you loved Joel. Everything about him, even the worst parts. His temper. His unwillingness to express his feelings. His troubled past.

You thought at first that it was how much you loved Joel that was making your heart hurt.

It wasn’t that.

It was just Joel.

You loved him, and you suffered for it.

“This ain’t workin’.”

Joel sat in the driver’s seat of his truck. One hand ran over his unshaved face. His eyes did not meet yours as he said it.

You stared over at him. You had been expecting this. He had been distant - more than usual. Quiet, and not in the characteristic Joel way. In a way that stamped a furrow into his brow and a clear conflict into his eyes.

You finally tore your eyes away from Joel, smoothing out the white sundress you were wearing. The one he bought for you.

“What isn’t?” you asked.

His jaw twitched. “This. Us. Whatever this is.”

You reached towards the pack of Marlboros you had stashed in his glovebox a few weeks ago, bringing a cigarette to your lips.

Joel still had your lighter in his pocket.

“I don’t know what this is, Joel. You tell me.”

Joel reached into the pocket of his washed out blue jeans, pulling out your silver lighter. You leaned forward, allowing Joel to flick on the lighter, the small flame dancing between you both.

As he lit your cigarette for you, he finally met your eyes.

When he did. you had never seen brown eyes look so blue.

You took a drag, exhaling a puff of smoke. Joel wound down your window.

You held out the cigarette between your fingers, offering it to Joel. A bit of your red lipstick was smeared on the cigarette. Joel took it regardless.

“You know I like bein’ with you. You know I think you’re beautiful.”

He handed your cigarette back to you. His fingers brushed yours. His hand was colder than you’d ever felt it.

“But this ain’t right.”

“What’s not right about this, Joel?” you demanded. “What’s not right about how we make each other feel?”

“It ain’t about how we make each other feel.”

Joel busied himself putting the car in drive, reversing out of his parking space in an old ‘50s style diner he had taken you to for the evening.

“Then what is it about?”

His knuckles were white against the steering wheel. He ran his tongue against his bottom lip. He could feel you staring at him, your eyes burning a hole into the side of his face.

He had always told you he loved your eyes.

The light was already leaving them.

“Is it about me?”

Joel clutched the steering wheel even harder at that. His jaw flexed. “That’s the last thing it’s about.”

“Then what, Joel?” You hated how your voice shook when you said it.

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “It’s me.”

Your heart cracked a little. “What about you? I love you, Joel. You make me feel like there’s fireworks inside my heart. You make me feel warm, even when it rains.”

“You don’t love me,” Joel insisted. “There ain’t no lovin’ someone like me.”

The crack in your heart split a little more.

All you did was love him.

It filled your heart from the moment you woke up to the moment you slept. It was what you dreamt of every night. Your heart was stained by the oil and the sweat on his hands after he came home from work. Your skin was marked and scented like him.

It was all for him.

And here he sat, with you in the passenger seat of his truck, where you had sat and laughed with him, held his hand, countless times. Telling you that he was unloveable.

That he would not let you love him anymore.

You brushed away tears impatiently, putting your cowgirl boot clad feet up on his dashboard. You held your cigarette between your fingers, hand dangling out of the open window.

If you closed your eyes, you could pretend this was just another summer night with Joel Miller.

His words ripped you from your imagination. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for breaking up with me or sorry for telling me how I feel?”

“I ain’t tryin’ to tell you how to feel.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you laughed bitterly, taking another drag of your cigarette. “I told you I love you and you said I don’t. You don’t speak for me, Joel. And you might not wanna fight for this, but I do, okay? Because I know how I feel. And you don’t get to take it out on me because you don’t.”

Joel finally turned his head to look at you. “You want me to say it?” he asked. His voice cracked. His eyes were filled with tears. “I love you. I just wanna keep you safe. Keep you happy. But I can’t. I can’t make you happy.”

“You do make me happy, Joel.”

“I don’t. You think I do, but I don’t. I make you hurt. I see it in your eyes, darlin’. And I can’t be the one that hurts you no more.”

The third crack in your heart was what tore it apart.

You couldn’t bear to look at him anymore. His beautiful, chocolate eyes clouded by tears as they gazed between you and the road.

You turned to look out at the Texas scenery rushing past you as Joel’s truck rumbled along the highway. The gothic western farms, fences and power lines that you had driven past so many times looked different now. Colourless.

You did not allow Joel to see your tears, but he knew anyway. He could tell by the way your shoulders tensed, and your hands unclenched and clenched into fists in your lap after you discarded your fizzled out cigarette.

Joel dared to reach a hand over towards your lap. Slowly, very slowly, his fingers skated across the back of your hand, to then intertwine with your own.

As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull your hand away.

You let him hold your hand all the way home.

After what felt like years of the stifling Texas heat in the passenger seat of Joel’s truck, it ground to a halt outside your house. Even your street looked considerably less inviting now.

Now Joel had torn your heart in two and taken one half as a keepsake.

You shot out of the truck as though the seat had bitten you. Joel did not say a word. He did not even look at you.

“Fuck you, Joel.”

The words stung in your throat like nettles.

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[lelianaslefthand]

im so fake

paralives early access release date in december we're so fucking back

[raexcc]

EVERYONE STREAM NETTLES BY ETHEL CAIN

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