Arctic Monkeys, The Strokes and whoever else's music I adore!
Fanfics found here: http://welcomethreateningstir.wordpress.com/

16th September 2014

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silentcrowdss said: Hi do you have the links to the other 4 chapters??

Indeed!

Part 1 :http://welcomethreateningstir.wordpress.com/2014/07/23/grey-1/

Part 2: http://welcomethreateningstir.wordpress.com/2014/08/07/grey-part-2/

Part 3: http://welcomethreateningstir.wordpress.com/2014/08/12/grey-part-3/

Part 4: http://welcomethreateningstir.wordpress.com/2014/08/27/grey-part-4/

16th September 2014

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thosewhitejeans:

Summary: Alex has a migraine and Miles cuddles him lots
Word count: like 3000, whaaat this is so long!!
A/N: The words “I’m trash” have never been more applicable, sorry

Alex always watched Miles’ gigs, not least because he loved his boyfriend, wanted to support him in everything he did and…

Tagged: NiceFicDamnCuteMilexI wanna cufdle Al and miles now!Curse you!

16th September 2014

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Grey part 5

Sorry, I’m busy and sad which is evident in this chapter, it could go two ways from here. Anyway, here is long-awaited Part 5 of GREY

http://welcomethreateningstir.wordpress.com/2014/09/16/grey-part-5/

Tagged: Greymilex fanfictionficmineit is grey-t!Not reallybad pun

14th September 2014

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logaylerman:

ruinscape:

french weed joke:

80

Tagged: OmgI diedBlaaaaze it

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13th September 2014

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arcticmonkeys-tbh:

sabertoothed-multiball-confusion:

Okay but the fact that he’s carrying her purse for her..

Every time he’s with a girl he carries her stuff because he’s a fucking gentlemen

arcticmonkeys-tbh:

sabertoothed-multiball-confusion:

Okay but the fact that he’s carrying her purse for her..

Every time he’s with a girl he carries her stuff because he’s a fucking gentlemen

Tagged: Fucking cuteThe dawn of fashionista Alex! ! !

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4th September 2014

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I know we all make jokes about how "OMG THE BOY CAN SEE MY SHOULDER! HOW WILL HE FOCUS IN CLASS???" but I just find off-the-shoulder clothes so pretty… Like Wow, that is a gorgeous shoulder! You are a work of art!

 Like

You are so gorgeous

I don’t understand

It’s not even distracting. It’s just… nice?

Tagged: I dunnoI find it so prettyso so prettyBodies are works of artnot even in a sexual wayjust so... inexplicably beautiful

3rd September 2014

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eatsleepstrokesrepeat:

parts of human sadness r really rough + hard to listen to but i think its part of what hes trying to get across it sounds like what depression feels like and its not trying to sugarcoat it im not ok

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3rd September 2014

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Anonymous said: You should do someone hurting Alex accident or not at miles defending his honor and getting in a fight lol

thosewhitejeans:

Milex obvs, set around humbug era bc Humbug Al is the most vulnerable and sensitive in my mind, plus luscious locks.

Word Count: 1342
A/N: So I actually had two ideas for this prompt and this one fitted best so I wrote it but I may write the other one at some point? Thanks so much, I hope it’s ok! Feedback is always appreciated by an insecure writer :)

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Of course it would’ve been Miles who got into a bar fight.

The five of them had been sat around quite happily just chatting for the best part of 2 hours without incident. Matt was telling an especially interesting story and had everyone’s attention. That was until a particularly obnoxious drunk man and his mate began sniggering behind them.

"Looks like a fucking teenage girl!" One of them said in a purposely loud "whisper", earning a drunken laugh and an affirmation from the other. They were begging for a fight, itching to start something, provoke a response. Miles’ eyes darted to Alex quickly, to gauge his reaction. Alex wasn’t the sort to lose his temper at such a provoke but Miles was more worried about whether or not the words would hurt Alex.

Alex’s shoulders tensed slightly but he didn’t move, instead engaging eagerly in Matt’s story, the narration having stopped briefly. “Oh, yeah! I remember her! Drove a little red mini?” Matt nodded at Alex’s statement, “yeah that’s the one!” The table seemed to let out a collective inaudible sigh of relief as the conversation flowed once more. Unfortunately the man behind Alex wasn’t quite so happy to be ignored.

"He’s probably a fag!" The man said to his friend, much louder and this time Alex visibly flinched, putting his head down. Miles searched his face once more, he might’ve looked like he hadn’t noticed the insults being thrown at him but Miles knew he had, he didn’t meet anyone’s eye and his fingers tapped his glass gently before he picked it up and took a large gulp.

What no one was expecting was the forceful shove to the back of his head that had him instantly tasting blood as the rim of the pint glass made sudden contact with his mouth. Alex drew in a sharp breath and muttered a quiet “fuck” putting his head back down as he gently touched his swelling lip and winced slightly. Alex was never one to retaliate unthinkingly, always just putting his head down instead, hiding behind his hair. The table had instantly gone quiet until some much louder cursing was heard and the space next to Alex was empty.

"The fuck do you think you’re fuckin’ doin’?!" Miles demanded angrily. Hindsight laid out incredibly neatly his poor judgement. First of all, he’d clearly had far more to drink than he’d thought because the second he stood he was less stable than he’d have liked. Then of course there was the fact that the man, whose game of provocation he had just given in to, was practically a tree. It wasn’t like Miles was a short man, but he certainly felt incredibly skinny and breakable by comparison. That was definitely an issue, that and the other man’s friend, the one who was no less terrifyingly huge. Finally, although Miles’ inebriated mind didn’t quite process this far, in standing up for Alex he had unwittingly reinforced the idea that the lad needed his fights fought for him, earning a lot of jeering about saving his damsel in distress.

Miles had barely thought any of this through when the drunken beast before him stumbled back, looking shocked, blood gushing from his nose, come to think of it, that was at a very odd angle for a nose to be at. Miles swayed slightly, glancing at his outstretched hand the knuckles throbbing lightly, fuck he was very much hammered, he realised when his blurred vision refused to settle.

Next thing he knew he was on the floor bringing an uncertain hand up to his own face and wincing at the rapidly spreading ache, “fuuuck,” he groaned. Alex was looking at him in concern, helping him up and setting him into a chair. He was dazed, the background chatter had picked up as soon as the two men left the small pub. Matt was calling a taxi and Nick had run to grab some tissue. Jamie grinned at him devilishly, “nice punch Miles, reckon you broke ‘is nose,” Miles tried to grin back but winced instead, starting to sober up a little at the pain. He looked at Alex who was crouching infront of him.

"Let me ‘ave a look Miles," he said gently, taking some tissue off Nick when he came back. Miles tilted his head up a little, glad that Alex didn’t sound angry and wasn’t cross with him. Alex grimaced slightly, holding the tissue to Miles’ bleeding nose. "It’s not broken, Jesus Miles, I cannot believe you did that!" Miles grinned sheepishly, pressing the tissue against his nose as it continued to bleed freely.

Nearly half an hour later Miles was sat on the counter in Alex’s kitchen, ignoring his lecturing, still very much tipsy and feeling suddenly very tired. His nose had stopped bleeding and Alex was now gently dabbing his face with a wet towel, he’d carefully made sure the water was warm but not hot and was being extremely gentle, apologising every time Miles winced or flinched.

Finally Alex was done, “You’re an idiot,” he said quietly, knowing that Miles hadn’t listened to word of his rant. The man giggled. Adorably, he giggled adorably at Alex and then ruffled his hair, “yes, but I’m your idiot!” He declared proudly. Alex fought to keep the smile off his face and a serious look, “fuck off Miles,” he muttered but with no trace of real anger. Miles pouted slightly, “aw c’mon Al, girls are supposed to love that shit!” Alex raised an eyebrow, “okay, and I’m going to bed.” He began searching for some paracetamol, knowing Miles would need it in the morning and he filled a glass of water. Miles was watching him, “what’re ya doin?” He questioned, still slurring and frowning slightly.

"Getting you some paracetamol."

"Why? I’m fine." He insisted, looking really confused. "Believe me, you’ll need it in the morning, love," he replied with a slight chuckle. "Why?" Miles asked, "what’s happening in the morning?" Alex rolled his eyes, smiling slightly at how slow Miles was being, "well you’re gonna have a killer hangover coz you’re absolutely smashed, plus you’ll have a right shiner and it’ll kill." Miles sighed, "that doesn’t sound fun," he said quietly, swaying from side to side. He just looked tired now and Alex immediately smiled at how cute he was being. He didn’t reply but came and stood between Miles’ legs, stretching up to peck his cheek gently, just where a purple bruise was starting to spread up to his eye. Miles smiled at him dopily. "You don’t look like a girl Al," he said quietly, with a little yawn. Alex tried not to smile, "okay." Miles poked his face, "y’are very pretty though," he added. Alex felt his cheeks heat up, "you’re drunk." He replied shortly. Miles giggled that adorable giggle yet again. "I’m very drunk! But …" He lowered his voice to a whisper, as though confiding a secret, ".. But you’re not allowed to hate me because I rescued you!" He said triumphantly. Alex laughed at his drunken ramblings, "Miles, I really couldn’t even if I’d tried!" He said and watched Miles’ face cloud with confusion, too inebriated to know what Alex meant, "umm, I’m tired," he mumbled instead, yawning quietly and resting his forehead against Alex’s, smiling in excitement when his breath made Alex’s long hair flutter. Alex smiled back, "Alright then my knight in shining armour, lets go to bed," he declared holding the pills and water in one hand and sliding the other around Miles’ waist, pulling him off the counter and then holding him close as he effectively had to drag him to their bedroom.

Miles was practically asleep the second he lay down, he just had a chance to very seriously look Alex in the eye and say, “defending your honour is bloody exhausting…” He thought for a moment, “… And painful!” He decided and like that he was out, leaving Alex to grin softly to himself and carefully slide into bed next to his wounded knight.

Tagged: :)I need more of these kinds of fics!So cutemilex fanfiction

3rd September 2014

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(IMO) Top 2 Most Beautiful or Attractive

zodiac—signs:

Cancer
That’s it

tightredpants We got this!

Tagged: At least I think thats your signIf not ummm*creeper voice* what's your sign baby?I take it backI hate when guys do that

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2nd September 2014

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alex-tuna:

god bless the strokes for being my only faves that aren’t problematic

Tagged: God bless the strokesJulian Casablancas is a wonderful angel

2nd September 2014

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eatsleepstrokesrepeat:

reblog if human sadness fucked u up

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2nd September 2014

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zx7:

Julian Casablancas + The Voidz - Human Sadness

Get it on iTunes now

(Can also get it cheaper on the Cult Records Store)

Lyrics:
put money in my hand 
and i will do the things you want me to
 
Vanity… overriding wisdom,
usually common sense.
 
should i delete it, 
you said you’d read it
you promised you would never ruin it with sequels,
 
I wake for you… on and on
  
beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field,
i will be meeting you there.
 ~
 the moon’s a skull, i think it’s grinning 
the room is full of people now i think it’s spinning
 
wanted you… didn’t ask for nothing. wait for you… on and on
 
and i don’t need your tie, i don’t need to, tired of saying it. 
we don’t need more talk, don’t empty out your canteen on the desert floor.
…ahhh, it’s  all my fault
   
never wanna spell it out,
i just want to say that it is all my fault,
i could never spit it out,
i don’t wanna fix your tie…
 
never want to say we’re sad, 
thankful that we got some chance,
i know you won’t get back your time, 
i wish that you could take it back…
   
beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field,
i will be meeting you there.
 ~
 he wanted it more than me, i suppose
i was in a rush to wait in a line.
now i hear echoes of my old self,
this is not the way to be.
all at once,
i lost my way…
   
is it not true, the things that we did?
come here at once and look what they did
come here shut down and tune in tonite,
learn the words that they teach you without you realizing it
come here sit down and watch some tv
 
mine all mine / wait your turn
cross my cross / slice his hand
not your son / not your friend / not your enemy
 
i rely on the little things to get me by,
conscience says “i’m ok”,
you don’t hear what they say.
“he’s not my son, search his home”
off to war,
it’s time to go hide inside
 -
 soft skin,              
weak chin,          
just walk me thru it, tell me what to do i’ll do  
 
hurry hurry, that’s my baby 
ohh, do what you can.
  
all the time - he waits for me.
and now we talk from time to time,
 
hits you on the head when nobody’s there, 
then he says ‘come here could you fix my tie?’
 
it’s never gonna be, 
to be is not the way to be.
 
show me where to go don’t get angry so quickly,
fuck depression…
  
beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field,
i will be meeting you there
  ~
 understanding is more important than love, 
if not money will always trump justice
  
all is lost, 
i’ll find my way…
so i say,
to be is not to be.
to be is not the way to be

Tagged: julian casablancasthe voidshuman sadness

2nd September 2014

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When you buy a record and you love it, it becomes a part of you. It’s the soundtrack to parts of your life because you create these memories and attach certain songs with certain point of your life.
— Ben Kowalewicz of Billy Talent (2009)

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2nd September 2014

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cheetah-print-coat:

SOMEONE FINALLY DID IT

cheetah-print-coat:

SOMEONE FINALLY DID IT

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2nd September 2014

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cheetah-print-coat:

SOMEONE FINALLY DID IT

cheetah-print-coat:

SOMEONE FINALLY DID IT

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