#the correspondents band

[kimhargreeves]

Concert Confessions-Ian Bruce x Reader (The Correspondents)

Summary: You've been long time friends with the boys from The Correspondents, the mutual pining between you and Bruce is making your friend Tim desperate for you both to just date. You decide to do the impossible before their concert at night.

(This is based on the English band The Correspondents. I was about to write a fic soon, but saw someone asking for someone to write so I volunteered! So this one shot is for the person who accepted in me writing it. @atomicbug Hope you enjoyed it!!)

It's been many years since I've known Bruce and Chucks known as Tim also but his closest friends call him that. I've been with them from the very beginning, meeting both of them when we were still studying. I used to see them always hanging around with each other until eventually I met Bruce in art class, i was enamored with his work from the very start.

We started with small conversations until it started with hanging out at classes and spending almost everyday together. I still remember the same day easily getting along with Chucks like we had been friends for years.

It took a while until they finally started a band together and started touring and meeting fans with their unique music and still continuing to be themselves. I absolutely loved their music style and how artistic they are

I started working alongside with them as well, thinking and worrying that I wouldn't be able to see them often, well sometimes I would work with them whenever I was free since I started working alongside with a company in making music as well.

Today is one of those days where I would be hanging out with them and finally being able to see Bruce. Often they would insist on me working with them on a song, or sing on stage but I was afraid of what their fans might say if they were to see a female with them, clearly having feelings for the bands singer.

"(Y/N)!" I heard voices calling out to me. I turned around as I stood in line at a cafe, many people weren't around anyways so I turned around and shrieked when I saw my best friends.

"Guys!! You're finally here!" I exclaim running over to them and hugging them tightly, they hugged me back until we parted and we smiled.

Chucks almost hasn't changed a bit, and Bruce continues to look the same as ever with his glasses and neatly styled hair. Both of them were wearing jackets because of the cold weather.

"We're happy to know you accepted the invite." Bruce said looking down at me since I was shorter than him since he's tall.

"You know we'll I'd never say no to you." I smile as I blush looking up at him.

I hear a hum and I glanced and saw Chucks smiling at us both but said nothing. I knew well what that smile meant.

"It's nice to know that, you've always been our number one fan after all." He said as he reached down and patted my head.

The three of us stood in line ordering whatever we wanted to eat, I blushed when Bruce would get close to me. I could feel my heart beating faster whenever I am next to him, these feelings for him hasn't faded a bit at all.

"Why don't you both head back and grab a table? I'll be there with our food." Chucks said to us both, before I could follow Bruce I felt Chucks grab my arm.

"The tension is killing me here, (Y/N). Please just confess your feelings to the lad, you've both been pining each other for years now. I'm getting old here, woman. I want to be an uncle soon!"

He joked but that only made me only more embarrassed. "Shhh I'm getting to it!" I said making sure no one listened what we had said.

I composed myself and quickly followed Bruce until we sat down on a table with him sitting in front of me. "It's really nice to be able to see you again." was the first thing he said when we sat down.

My face must've looked like a tomato due to how hot I felt. "It's n-nice to see you again! I really missed having you around."

"I also noticed that you dyed and cut your hair." He said reaching up and touching my hair. "It suits you. I think you look even more pretty than before."

How am I supposed to answer to that? I felt like passing out. I smiled at him still blushing as I tried my best to hide my face, "You're way too kind, Mr. Bruce." I say making him chuckle as he adjusted his glasses.

"Tell me, (Y/N). How's life been treating you lately? Any news going on?" He excitedly asked getting himself comfortable in his seat.

I chuckled and shook my head. "Nothing much has changed, same work, same schedules, my parents visited me last week and I took them around my working place, I will say things have been a bit weird."

"Hmm? How come?"

"There's been a guy around who hasn't stopped asking me for lunch at work..hmm? Everything alright, Ian?"

"Everything's fine!" He exclaimed and made an odd look. I shook my head and took my his hands in mine.

"There's nothing to worry about, I declined his offer since I've been too busy, besides he isn't my type."

Bruce sighed loudly and seemed relieved at my answer. "It might sound selfish but I'm glad you declined. Who would be there to protect you if something were to happen to you."

I looked at him and noticed he was blushing as well, still not letting go of my hands for a second. "Thing's haven't been easy on tour lately, there's something that's been stuck on my mind ever since you left a year ago."

It had been a long while since I had seen the boys. I wonder what he's been hiding from me. I will say seeing him again makes me want to have him all to myself and not leave.

"I'm back!" We quickly let go of each other and looked at Chucks surprised. "Here's everything we ordered, dig up fellas."

We nodded and began to each at the many desserts we ordered and noticed Bruce has ordered my favorite dessert, he still remembers that I used to order it almost everyday before heading to classes.

"You know tour has been very fun, but there's just one girl who hasn't stopped trying to call this guy." Chucks said almost too loud for the building to listen.

I've known him for being dramatic so I don't know wether to believe in him, but I decided to play along. "Oh really?"

"Has that woman tried calling me? I haven't noticed." Bruce said drinking his coffee. "Besides no woman can be as equally charming as I am."

"Hmm that's true. You are too flamboyant." I said making Bruce almost choke on his coffee. Chucks and I laughed. "I'm just joking..I actually really love how weird, quirky and how artsy you are. You're just my type." I smiled.

Chucks took a sip of his tea and looked at us, "Just date already you lovebirds."

The lights to the stage were dimly lit with the crowd of people calling out the bands name. People all around us were making the final adjustments for the show tonight. Everyone was too busy to stop for a second to speak, wires were being brought up on the stage, microphone stand was adjusted along with keyboard's were being placed in it's correct spot.

I stood aside so people wouldn't run into me or each other, leaving them to do their job. The stage was nearly done.

"(Y/N)." I looked to the side and noticed Bruce now dressed at his finest, in a black suit with matching tie. He looked very handsome. I look to the side to shy to look at him, seeing him dressed like this always stirred something in me.

"You're almost ready for the night?" I asked leaning against the wall and Bruce did the same, crossing his arms and looking at me.

"Almost ready. There's just one thing missing. Come on." I was taken back when he reached down and grabbed my hand pulling me close to him as I followed him.

We made it to the other side of the stage without being seen and stood behind a black curtain, we were all alone. Bruce stood behind me and leaned down to rest his head on my shoulder. I could feel my heart beating faster, could he hear it as well?

"See those people out there." He pouted without moving from me. "They're all here because of you. If it weren't for your support we never would've made it. This is all for you, (Y/N)."

Bruce now began to hug me from behind and I reached up and held him. "I haven't been myself for a year, you're the only person I've been thinking of whenever I have to travel."

I looked up at him and now stood in front of him when he stopped hugging me. He reached his hand and held my face, "I love you, (Y/N). I always get upset when I have to see you leave, won't you stay here and make me the happiest man alive?"

I began to shake and tears began to fall down my face, making Bruce panic when he saw me crying. "Did I say something to upset you?!" You asked concerned.

Quickly I shook my head not wanting him to get upset thinking he had said something we shouldn't have said. "It's nothing like that!" I assured wiping my tears and looking back up at him through his glasses.

"It's just… I've always secretly liked you from the start and I didn't want to get your career involved is all."

"You should never feel like that. All the time you were away, I kept on drawing and making paintings of you, as cheesy as it sounds it made me cope with you bro being around."

That's too sweet. "Ian Bruce… I've always loved you too. I'll make sure to not leave you then." I blushed and took a step closer and I wrapped my arms around him and leaned up and pressed my lips against his.

I felt him hugging me back and deepening the kiss, I had my hand tightly held onto his suit and felt his hand behind my head. Slowly we parted and before we could exchange words someone ran into us and hugged us.

"About time you both confessed. It was dragging on for far too long." Chucks hugged us both and seemed like a proud parent. "I love you both, but he was driving me crazy with always talking about you while on tour. He even said he's writing a song about-"

"That's enough." Bruce said trying for Chucks to not comment on the topic.

"Well, I can't wait to hear my boyfriend's new song then." I smiled looking at them both.

Bruce seemed to blush at the mention of the word 'boyfriend'. "Boyfriend..I love the sound of you saying it." He came over again and kissed the top of my head and hugged me.

"How about after the show we all head out for drinks? My treat for you both." Chucks said winking making us blush again.

Before we could go on talking, they were being called on stage, now ready for the big concert. I wished them both luck when they ran on stage and I stayed behind with the rest of the team behind, ready to enjoy their big night.

[entropy-art]

How many days have I wiled away with my two thumbs tapping here in front of a phone?!

[marxbox]

[okimnerdy]

Trollz (2005) vs. Trolls Band Together (2023)

Who wore it better?

[thyandrawrites]

I'm thinking of the likelihood of the todofam keeping most of Touya's stuff packed away for all these years. It would make sense for them to keep it. While they did think he was dead, they never found more than a piece of his jawbone, so perhaps a part of them hoped against hope he would come back home one day. Besides, their house is more than big enough to allow them to fill one room with boxes.

And I'm really sorry if that premise made you think this was a serious post but. Touya died at 13. I'm thinking back on all the stuff I owned at that age and fjhdhdhsh

What if after the war Touya comes home and things are awkward and tense so Fuyumi suggests they unpack Touya's old stuff...

And then it's just like: a pile of embarrassing posters from that phase where he was really into this movie star; toys that Natsuo wasn't allowed to play with; that one shogi board with three missing pieces from when Touya burned them after losing; anime t-shirts of obscure shows; his definitely not pg 13 manga collection; old make up and black nail polish from his emo phase; old textbooks with scribbled mustaches and bad doodles on the margins; that star blanket he used to love when he was a baby with a hole in one side where he chewed it as he was teething; some of his old Endvr merch—

[asurrogateblog]

Is Izzy Syd's telecaster reborn?

if you genuinely managed to trace one of my oc's character designs back to the messy paper drawing I did a year ago of my humansona of syd's guitar, that implies a knowledge of my lore and understanding of my thought process that both deeply impresses and frightens me

[wexhappyxfew]

been rewatching the pacific recently bc when you had to buy it on prime, i only bought bob, so with it on netflix i was like ok let’s rewatch - and yes i can absolutely see leckie and esther exchanging letters during their time serving because he saw her in the paper and she thought his writing was fantastic - something along those lines lol

[stars-inthe-sky]

8, 11, 13 and 37 for the asks! ❤️

8. What cleaning product do you swear by?

I'll use Clorox/Lysol wipes for pretty much anything that's not someone's body or meant to be eaten off of.

11. What's something you saved up for and then regretted buying?

Our king-size bed frame looks great—and was the result of a lot of searching for the exact look—but is not of the quality we'd expected given the price (which was admittedly an on-sale find at Pottery Barn Teen, of all places, but still). It kinda wiggles and squeaks a little even just climbing onto it, and last year one of the peg legs straight-up broke off seemingly spontaneously.

13. Which filter are you most likely to go "eh, it's probably fine" when you find out you need to change it?

The little charcoal filter in the coffee machine, which I honestly didn't even know needed changing until my mother-in-law brought it to my attention a few years ago.

37. Do you still listen to the same music you listened to in high school?

Not exclusively but definitely. There was an incident recently where something brought up Good Charlotte and led to Boyfriend and I belting out every word to "Waldorf Worldwide" while trying to bathe our toddler, who will surely wear the same look on her face as a teenager when I assume this will happen again, because evidently those lyrics are never leaving me at this point.

[bugsinshoes]

you just got foxe'd

insert weezer riff here

[yogoblog]

rose does knit a few other things actually! her laptop case and a handful of items on her floor (specifically a striped sweater, striped socks, a striped hat, and a pair of striped scarves. the girl really liked knitting stripes.)

(re: this)

ooh, true, i forgot about the laptop cozy! though that seems to be something she knitted "a while ago." and as with the pile of clothes, i don't know the timeline of when she knitted everything, but it is safe to assume she knitted plenty of things before the bunny, in order to practice her skills

but yeah, she probably didn't literally stop knitting after she finished the bunny. mostly i was referring to the broad After of 4/13, where her knitting doesn't seem to come up as much in the story (though you could say that about a few of the kids' hobbies!)

i think realistically it's entirely possible rose knitted on the meteor off-screen (there could even be some reference to that i've forgotten about), and it's even cute to imagine, for example, her and kanaya doing something with that, between their shared textile interests

[arsonistshub-a]

alrigjt all you Ghost fans I'm coming in with a new HC

Ghouls who had once been human, when summoned back to Earth they carry around an unholy or broken halo with them

Many ghouls of which will wear it as jewelry. A ring. Ankle or arm bracelet. Earring or piercing. Or a collar. But it stays with them so long as they are within the mortal world/earth.

[commanderhorncleaver]

Crashes into your ask box

YOU I want to know if Pancake ever gets to see his human parents again, what would he be like and what would they do if he did

I have thought about it a bit--he actually sees them for the first time since joining Iron Legion during LWS1, when the commander is invited to go out to Divinity's Reach to meet Marjory. In my head, the situation was largely a "I'm only taking a few of you--we can't have so many charr traveling together in a human settlement like that without getting looks--and Terang Bulan volunteers; he knows where he's going, after all.

Turns out, when you've been gone 13 years, things change, but he'd know the way to his parents' house like his own pawbeans.

He's distracted the entire time Gaius is meeting with Jory, and Gaius points it out. Being the legionnaire, he's well aware of Terang Bulan's history...but he's not quite at the point he's. Great about these sorts of things. He respects him, and the human treaties, but. Gaius' empathy skills aren't so great at this point in time.

At any rate, Terang Bulan does request permission to go on his own, and Gaius grants him that.

It's a heartfelt reunion, if a short one. Terang is conflicted, but they're his parents. He stopped writing them in his later years in the fahrar on account of his primus and peers bullying him about it, but he promises to write them again, whenever he gets the chance. On his parents' side of things, they're mostly very surprised. He's outgrown them by one and two times, outweighs them by several hundred pounds plus. But he bursts into tears the way he did when they left him to the lionguard, and they know this is their little boy. They're proud, and happy to see him--they had no idea of his involvement with anything regarding Zhaitan, and though he mentions it, he cuts off any invitation to talk about it because of his "I have to go, my legionnaire--the commander--is waiting. But I'll write, I promise you."

[aeolianblues]

I know a friend who studied broadcast journalism at school. He does a music show like I do, volunteering. Isn't it lovely when media companies can decide that all of a sudden your careers were merely hobbies all along?

[rayanlovestaylor]

the cutest thing, when security checked my bag they noticed my little gift bag for maisie and asked me if it was a gift for her, and said they’d take it down to her dressing room for me where they have a gift table 🥺🥺 a) how sweet of the venue staff to be so considerate and go out of their way to help with that b) how sweet of maisie that she knows we love to give her letters and trinkets and had a gift table ready for us so no one has to worry about getting it to her. i forget people are so kind and thoughtful sometimes

[extinctionstories]

It was never a common species, the blue-grey warbler that locals called the jack pine bird. A belated discovery among American birds, it was undescribed by science until the mid 19th century—and then, known only on the basis of a single specimen. The bird's wintering grounds in the Caribbean would eventually fulfill the demands of collectors and museums, but the intricacies of its lifecycle remained a mystery for decades, the first nest only found in 1903. As the already-rare bird became rarer, people could only guess at why. There were just so few birds to look for, their breeding habitat inscrutable amidst the dense, impassable woodland of their Midwestern home. The one clue was the most apparent thing about the bird: its affinity with the jack pine (Pinus banksiana).

Over time, more nests were found—not in the eponymous trees, as might be expected for a songbird, but on the ground at their feet. Data points converged, leading to the realization that not only did the bird nest almost exclusively in proximity to the scrubby pines, but only utilized trees that fell within a specific range: new growth, between five and fifteen feet tall, with branches that swept shelteringly close to the ground. Subsequently, it would be noticed that the greatest volume of specimen collection for the bird had corresponded with years in which historically significant wildfires had impacted the Midwest—fires that, for decades afterwards, had been staunchly suppressed. The pieces fell into place, like jack pine seeds, whose cones open only under the heat of a blaze.

With the bird's total population having dwindled to the low hundreds, a program of prescribed burns, clearcutting, and replanting was instituted, with many acres of land purchased and devoted to the preservation and maintenance of suitable breeding habitat. Concurrently, efforts were made to protect the vulnerable bird against brood parasitism by the brown-headed cowbird.

When the first federal list of protected species was put forward in 1966, the name of the small grey warbler was inscribed beside birds such as the Kauai ʻōʻō and the Dusky Seaside Sparrow.

The ʻōʻō, last of the genus Moho, would be removed from the list in 2023 due to extinction, after thirty-six years without a sighting.

The endling Dusky Seaside Sparrow, a male named Orange Band, would die of old age in captivity in 1987, with his species being delisted three years later.

in 2019, fifty-two years after the creation of the Endangered Species Protection Act, the name of Kirtland's warbler, too, was removed from the list: it had been determined that, with a population now numbering nearly 5000, the jack pine bird could be considered safely stable.

Conservationists continue to work to preserve the breeding habitat of Kirtland's Warbler in the midwestern US, as well as its winter roosts in the Bahamas and neighboring islands (though selective logging has replaced actual burning in recent years, due to the dangers posed by unpredictable fires). It's the kind of effort that it takes to undo the damage we've caused to the planet and its creatures—the kind of hope that we need, to not give up on them, or on ourselves.

-

The title of this piece is Prescribed Burn (Kirtland's Warbler). It is traditional gouache on 18x24" watercolor paper, and is part of my series Conservation Pieces, which focuses on efforts made to save critically endangered birds from extinction.

[holdoncallfailed]

rpf tier ranking

tier 0: actors. too easy. actors fall in love all the time due to proximity and amount of time spent together, especially if they are playing characters who are themselves in a relationship.

tier 1: bands (post-80s). writing songs together is incredibly intimate and requires emotional vulnerability. tours are great opportunities to spend a lot of time in an enclosed space together. sometimes they will sing into the same microphone at the same time so their mouths are close together which is basically making out if you think about it.

tier 2: bands (pre-80s). see above. however this requires slightly more mental fortitude because a lot of their fans will insist on their heterosexuality and get really mad when you say simon and garfunkel were kissing on each other or whatever.

tier 3: contact sports team. sports can be emotionally intense if you care about that sort of thing and obviously there are a lot of opportunities for intricate rituals wrt touching another's skin and locker rooms and all that. but this requires more imagination because there is less text (i.e. songs or correspondence) to use as evidence.

tier 4: solo artists. this is where things can fall apart. you have to choose both figures in the ship wisely and exercise a decent amount of creativity because they are not compelled to be together all the time (see above). you can cast a wider net but that lack of specificity may hurt those with weaker imaginations. also they don't always write their own songs.

tier 5: historical figures. this varies a lot both in terms of plausibility and social acceptability. depending on how old the figures are you could legitimately turn this into an academic dissertation if you wanted to commit that hard to it. however you may also come up against a lot of opposition among your colleagues. one must be intellectually prepared to present concrete evidence and argue one's point. (however, you are also more likely to convince people b/c the figures are old and dead and can't deny it. and probably didn't know what rpf is.)

tier 5.5: historical figures who have been fictionalized in media. this depends on the tone you take but unfortunately you will always be up against thomas jefferson hatsune miku binder as the starting point for the general public's thoughts on your hobby. so good luck.

tier 6: racecar drivers. if you are into racecar rpf i assume you are capable of seeing colors that are not visible to the ordinary human eye. they are literally in cars. the creativity required to wring a [romantic] narrative from people driving cars around a track is beyond my comprehension.

tier π: living politicians. you are a pariah among even your most deranged peers. no one respects you. you are categorically a weirdo and beyond help.