•Longing For My Sweetheart•

St.Kirk Hamster 🤘🏼

Still in progress 💀

After 6 months I finally got the urge to draw again, anyways here’s a quick one for ya ❤️

(Don’t look at the hands, I absolutely can’t draw them 💀)

Oh no… my heart… it’s broken 💔💔

Hi! I was listening to this song earlier today and felt the need to have my heart broken. I was wondering if you could write something from Josh’s perspective where he’s reminiscing about your past relationship after he sees you out with a new lover and kind of plays through his thoughts and emotions in the aftermath of seeing you. Thank you so much 💕

note: I'm sorry this took me a minute, but I hope you like it! And that literally my favorite Josh picture ever.

Like We Used To

The house was cold. Despite him having the heat on, it was still cold. Josh had made his bed permantly on the couch, not being able to bring himself to sleep in the same bed you had once laid next to him in. The last time he laid in the bed was the night after you left. He couldn’t even sleep, he kept tossing and turning, trying to remember what it felt like to have your body next to him. Your peaceful breathing that would lull him to bed, or the feeling of your icy cold feet on his calf in the middle of the night. He wondered if you were sharing your bed with someone else. If you stole your new partners pillows in the middle of the night, or if you laid your head on your new partners chest to hear their heartbeat, or if they knew what to do when you had a nightmare or would sleep walk.

Nothing was bringing him comfort, and he was all out of tears to cry, so he moved to the couch. He spent his nights watching Hairspray, your favorite movie. He always thought it was cheesy, but would smile at how excited you would get at the same parts, or would sing every song, or how you had begged him for you guys to be Link and Tracy for halloween.

“He’s superficial,” Josh complained, “He was more obsessed with his image than fighting injustice, and then sings some stupid song about being in love with Tracy after she leaves him?”

“Yes but he gives up his image to be with her, that’s what the whole last song is about!” You said.

“That still doesn’t cover up the fact-“

“You can’t stop the beat, Josh!”

He hated crying, he hated the feeling of everything closing in on him before that release of tears. It had been 6 months since you two had last seen each other, 6 months since you had broken his heart for what you said “was best” but Josh was wondering for who. He had spent most of his time in the studio, trying to pound out this new album. The guys knew not the mention you around him, but it was simply a slip up on his younger brother’s part.

“I didn’t even know what to do,” Sam said to Danny, “She was crying and sounded so upset,”

“Y/N was crying?” Josh asked, having overheard the conversation. Sam wiped his head around to see his older brother, brown eyes rimmed with red from crying earlier.

“I-I”

“Is she okay?”

“I’m not sure, she said something about Alex, her boyfriend, and getting into a fight,” Sam said and Josh couldn’t hear anymore. He walked out of the studio and into the bathroom. He gripped the sides of the sink and did his best to fight back his tears, but it was no use. Every bad situation was running through his head, and he hated it. What if you were in trouble? What if it was your anxiety? What if this Alex dude did something to you? Did this Alex dude know how to help you through your panic attacks? Did he hold you while you cried and fought with your inner demons?

That stupid song he had thought he deleted from his phone came around to haunt him. He was never really a Prince fan, but you loved the song Purple Rain. You had dragged him to listen to the song as you guys danced in the back yard. Josh laughed as you twirled around the yard, singing at the tops of your lungs. He had grabbed his camera, and recorded you. But now, that song was like nails on the chalk board. He wanted to pick up the stupid record player and smash it to pieces, having enough of the party his brothers dragged him too. Had you overplayed the song for him? Did he get to see you let go and dance around like no one was watching? Was he doing the things that Josh used to?

It had been 14 months and 7 days. That’s how long it had been since Josh had heard or seen you. He had known you had moved on, it was clear on your social media. Pictures of your new life while the ones of your old life were gone. Fans had stopped asking him where you were, and stopped making assumptions of what had happened. It was clear to everyone, YOU had broken Josh’s heart. You were the enemy to the peaceful army, you were the one they should hate. When in reality, Josh blamed himself for what had happened between the two of you. He simply had too much love to give, and didn’t give you enough. He thought he made the right choice, pushing you away, forcing you to walk out to fulfill a life he didn’t think he could ever give you. And to seal the deal, he gave his body to someone else, just to make sure you were hurt enough to not fight to come back.

Josh had a small feeling that you would come to the show tonight. You had told him that your dream was always to go to a concert at the famous Troubadour, and here they were, playing in your city, at your favorite spot. It took him a while to find out where you had gone, you fled Nashville, your parents denied that you moved to back to Michigan, so that only meant you followed your heart to the coast. Jake had briefly mentioned you posted an instagram story of you outside the venue, your boyfriend’s smiling face in it too. Josh couldn’t help but try and scan the audience for you. You felt some guilt, you knew you shouldn’t have dragged your current boyfriend to your ex’s show. It was almost like a slap in the face to him, a ‘look what she used to have’ type of thing. Alex had expressed his feelings about going to the show, dragging his feet, but he would do anything to make you happy, cause deep down, he knew you weren’t in love with him, no, you were in love with the idea of being loved. The idea of having someone to warm the vacant side of the bed, someone to hold on the cold nights, someone to help you forget about the man who had torn your heart apart.

Josh couldn’t sleep, his eyes focused on the dark ceiling above him, and the loud sounds of Sam and whoever he had brought back to his hotel room, filtered through the wall. Josh’s mind couldn’t help but wonder if you let him touch you like he used to. You had given yourself to Josh, letting him be the first man to ever touch you in such an intimate way. You had let your guard down, and let Josh see all of you. He had worshiped your body, making you feel comfortable and loved. The feeling that he left your body was complete euphoria, something you couldn’t even describe in words. Josh wondered, was that what you felt now? Or did you fake it every time he touched you? Did you think of Josh’s body, his hands, his eyes, his mouth while your new partner touched you? Did you whisper the same words or make the same sounds for him? Josh wished it could’ve been him instead, him laying next to you, touching you, loving you.

It took all of Josh’s strength to slide on that call. But he did anyway. He felt like crying when he heard your voice come through the receiver. It was like hearing gold, hearing honey, melting away any tension that he had. You always had that effect on him, you still do have that effect on him.

“Y/N, hey, how are you?” He asked.

“I’m good, I was just wondering if you got the invite I sent for Sam’s surprise party,” You asked and Josh sighed. He had gotten the invite, he just didn’t know how to respond. He was waiting a couple of days, trying not to jump the gun and seem desperate to respond to your text.

“I did,” Josh answered, “Of course I’ll be there, I was just gonna ask if you needed help with anything?”

“If you’re willing,” He could basically hear your smile, “I want to apologize, Josh,”

“Why are you apologizing? I was the one who fucked up,” He said.

“I just left, without telling you. I just disappeared,”

“You didn’t leave without reason though,” He sighed, “Just tell me, does he do the things I used to?”

He could hear you pause and then take a deep breath. He heard you sniffle, he could tell you were crying, “He does, Josh, and-and more.”

“Jake heard from your dad he proposed, congrats,”

“He did,” You said, fiddling with the ring on your finger, “But he’s not you Josh. We might do the things you and I used to do, but it won’t ever be the same.” You paused and then sighed, “I gotta go Josh,” Josh nodded even though you couldn’t see him, “I love you, Josh. I always have.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

That night as Josh laid in his bed, the images of him proposing to you, marrying you, having kids with you, and ultimately dying next to you, filled his head. He just wished he could do the things like you used to.

I woke up saw this and I fainted.

I’ll be spending the day in my enclosure reading this 🖤🖤

i followed fires. a clegan halloween fic (27k)

There is a coyote who follows John Egan through the scrublands of New Mexico. A pale-eyed, pale-furred, washed-out shape against the desert night. Limbs too long and paws dexterous as it lopes just out of sight. Sometimes it stood upright, mouth lolling open wet and pink and full of teeth. Sometimes it is a man too, still furred and broken-limbed but with a maw that could almost form words and hips that narrowed delicately.

It is never human, but sometimes it is a man. -- A spooky oooky ghosty Halloween fic. A larger trigger list will be contained inside!

In progress 🎸✨🥀⛓🚬

80’s and 90’s Kirk Hammett is peak beauty, change my mind

(Not that I don’t like daddy Hammett.. just saying 😏🥵)

Pfff Chile….. I knew I had to see him without the 😸tickler <3

And now I don’t know how to feel 💀

I thought he’s gonna look a bit more like Jake. Who’s this?! He’s still my man tho 💁🏼‍♀️❤️‍🔥💍

[Original pic credit to owner]

have a life ruiner for your evening

Look me in the eyes and tell me that this man is not in love…

this is so disgustingly endearing I'm about to throw up in my mouth. I'm unfortunately dead serious about it too

Real

Release me from this torment

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