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busy streets and busy lives • ralph penbury x reader
A strange day at work gets even stranger when you meet a man who claims he's from 1926. With no certainty as to when he can get back, you decide to take him in until that time arrives.
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Tags: Timewasters (series), modern!au, slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love™, fluff, some angst, swearing and mentions of adult themes throughout, eventual adult content, alcohol content, penbury is a fanon surname
Word count: 9.2k
A/N: Thanks for being patient! I know this one took longer than the other two, but yeah. Back pain is no joke, and also, as you can see, this became somewhat of a monolith lol. This whole fic is my most favourite thing to write. I hope you enjoy this chapter! <3
Also, apologies for the horrific photoshop job I did trying to recreate a certain social media layout, lol.
The first few weeks of living with Ralph are certainly… An experience. You’re able to teach him how to cook basic freezer meals, how to use a hob and the importance of never taking your attention away from food when you’re preparing it. He’s got his favourite TV shows, especially now that you’ve trusted him with access to your streaming services, too - though you did have to make him a separate profile on your account when your current obsession had been drowned out in your Continue Watching queue by Ralph watching half an hour of whatever was showing up first, giving up and moving onto the next thing. He’s got a rapport as “that eccentric young man who lives in flat 912”, who befriends all the local outdoor cats and bows to everyone he makes eye contact with. Plus, with all the extra attention Ralph gives them while you’re not there, your plants have been thriving more than ever.
Another morning of waking up on the sofa. You reach blindly for the pain relief and water bottle you now keep close to you and chug them down before peeling yourself away. At least today is a day off. Except it isn’t really, as you’re reminded when you hear the shower going. You’re still a full-time Ralph-sitter. You decide to treat the pair of you to a full breakfast, something that your new housemate had considered “grotesque” as “grease is not a food group”, but you’d acclimated him to it eventually. As long as you cut him some bread soldiers to dip into the yolks of his eggs. That’s his favourite part.
You scroll through Spotify on your phone to see what playlist you’ll ask your Echo to play for you. It recommends, based on your recent listening (by which it obviously means the battle your algorithm faces trying to find common ground between your music taste and Ralph’s), an electro-swing playlist. Excited, you ask Alexa to play the playlist as it’s titled, and start bouncing along to it as you get everything out to start cooking.
Ralph emerges, hair still wet, with a smile on his face. “Good morning!” You understand and appreciate his efforts to try and blend in a little more aesthetically, but arguably the worst thing your friends have convinced Ralph is that he looks better with a bit of facial hair. Which, of course, is true, but that’s what makes it so terrible for you. “What is this?!”
You shrug, “Dunno, it said electro-swing and I figured that sounds like the perfect mix of both of us. You like it?”
Ralph nods, “I mean, it’s certainly not the classics, but I could definitely get used to this!” He starts moving his feet in very deliberate ways, and you smirk at him.
“Did you ever learn how to swing dance, by any chance?”
“Guilty!” he lilts, rolling his eyes up. No matter how much he may try to look like a 21st century man, he’s still unmistakably Ralph. “Yes, Mother got Victoria and I enrolled in a school to get us out of the house. Father wanted me to join some new-fangled group, the Scouts?” You’d think you’d be used to all the culture shocks by now, but hearing that Ralph could have been one of the first ever Scouts still knocks the wind out of you a little. Ralph, completely unaware, continues rambling, “Yes, but it was all… Swimming and climbing and… Outdoor survival,” he shudders. “So, Mother sent me away with Victoria to her dance classes.”
“Were you any good? Or did you enjoy it, at least?” you ask.
Ralph smiles as his head bobs with excitement, “I was rather exemplary, yes! Ms Lillian often paired Victoria and I together, knowing we could practise at home as well, though when we got to a… Certain age, Victoria decided she would rather have other male partners.” You can tell from the sadness in Ralph’s tone what he’s about to say next. “And, well, she was on such good terms with the other girls in the group that… Well, none of them wanted to be paired with little brother Ralph, so the teacher was my partner. ‘Little brother’, I ask you, only by twelve minutes!” he starts to mutter under his breath.
An urge swells within you to find Homeless Pete, insist he find a way to fix that time machine up as soon as possible, and travel back to that time just to shove every one of those rich little brats. Instead, you focus that energy on comforting Ralph, reaching your arms around his shoulders in a quick hug. “I’m sorry, mate. Though, I don’t suppose you remember those moves you learned?”
His eyes light up. “I certainly do! Did you want to learn how to? The teacher did say I was quite the natural, I could teach you if you wanted!”
You grin, “I’d love nothing more.”
You spend the best part of an hour learning how to do things like the Charleston Step, the bow tie and the one that Ralph calls one turns, two turns, which you can tell is his favourite based on the smile he gets when it’s his turn to get twirled around.
Eventually, you heave with exhaustion. “Well, that’s worked up the old appetite, though I dunno how I’m gonna cook when I can barely feel my legs!”
Ralph giggles, “Oh, please, that was nothing! Ms Lillian would have you in tatters.” You give him a death stare and he stops laughing immediately. “Would you like me to get us something from the baker’s? I could get you some of those doughed nuts that you enjoy.”
“For the last time, Ralph, doughnuts don’t actually contain nuts and you can have some yourself, too!” you groan as you start replacing everything you’d taken out of the fridge.
Ralph tuts, shaking his head. “I have no interest in your nuts, thank you.” That’s one to send to Scott and Connor later, you think to yourself as you open up your phone and add to the note “Ralph Quotes”. “Perhaps the nice old lady who calls me chap will be there,” he muses with a small smile, “I like her.”
“Hop to it, then, old sport,” you say in a mock-posh voice, earning you a glare from Ralph, which only makes you laugh as you make your own way to the shower.
When you’re out and dressed for the day - in the clothes Ralph had worn on his first night with you, but only because they’re your go-to comfort clothes anyway and you don’t exactly plan on leaving the flat - you go through your usual routine of checking the news app for the headlines, and then the trending topics on Twitter, just to see if there’s anything your friends will be talking about.
You giggle at the fact that the name Ralph is trending, screenshotting it to send to the group chat later. Out of curiosity as to which Ralph the internet is obsessing over today, you tap it and scroll through. It’s mostly people in fandoms, making threads called ‘[series] as ralph tweets’. The “ralph tweets” in question seem to be of someone tweeting as though they think Twitter works in the same way as Google.
Your stomach drops as you realise some of them look a little too familiar. Almost as though you know a Ralph who’d be this far out of touch with the modern world. Almost as though you could track the very conversations that would lead to some of these to that particular Ralph.
You click through to the profile @RalphOnTwitter and scroll all the way down to see exactly when he must have gotten an account:
You send a single message in the group chat: GROUP MEETING, MY FLAT, ASAP. ALL MUST ATTEND.
Your friends all arrive relatively quickly after that. You simply herd them all onto the sofa one by one until the last of them has arrived, but just as you’re about to lay into them, the man of the hour arrives, having fumbled with the lock for a good minute with his arms full of baked goods.
“Ah, good morning, all! It’s a good job you’re all here, it was that young woman serving today and she always gives me extra food even though I don’t ask for it or pay for it, I don’t know why -”
“It’s ‘cause she fancies you, mate,” Connor grins, causing Ralph’s ears to turn a vibrant shade of red.
“Can we please discuss Ralph’s love life another time?!” you interrupt. “I need to know which of you is responsible for giving him access to a Twitter account.”
You know Anna’s in the clear, you’d been helping her in the kitchen, but the other three look at each other shiftily. “Well, it was sort of all of us? We just thought it might be fun to teach him,” Grace explains. “It’s not often you meet someone who’s never heard of social media.”
You pinch the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut. “Ralph,” you call out, eyes still closed, “what do you do when you need to know the answer to something?”
“I do what you taught me when you first gave me my phone,” Ralph answers, perplexed. “I tap the very last square, I type in my question and I wait for an answer. A lot of them are just people being rude, but eventually someone will be helpful.”
“Sounds about right,” you groan, rubbing your face.
“Wait, you mean, you still do that even after we put - you didn’t think to just move one to the -” Scott’s eyes widen. “Oh, god.”
“Why would it move?!” Ralph asks, taking a bite out of his favourite pastry and chewing anxiously.
Anna starts giggling as she scrolls through his account, “Aww, but it’s so funny! And it’s not hurting anyone, what’s the damage in it?”
The fact he’s not supposed to be alive and yet he’s suddenly very much perceived, maybe? The fact he could accidentally tweet something that would give him away? The fact he could tweet something vastly inappropriate at any moment?
“Yeah, you could really capitalise on him while he’s here,” Connor smirks. “Get him on Instagram, too, get those brand deals coming.”
“Yeah! Ralph On Twitter’s face reveal, make it a whole thing,” Grace grins.
You sigh. “I dunno. It feels like a really bad idea.” You look at Ralph, who looks blankly back at you. “But… Maybe we could make something of you. As long as I’m your PR manager, obviously, and you don’t go talking directly to anyone.”
“I don’t think I know how,” Ralph shakes his head, “I thought it was the searching thing that you’d told me about.”
“Good. Never learn,” you point at him, “and give me your phone.” Your friends all cheer as they crowd around you, watching you download Instagram onto his phone, as well. You give him the handle @ralphoninsta “to keep the brand alive,” you explain as you set up his profile.
“Now we need a good first photo,” Scott holds his fingers and thumbs up in a rectangle shape to frame Ralph in his own field of vision. “Let’s get him into some good lighting.”
Sitting him in the best-lit corner of the flat, Scott insists on playing photographer, telling Ralph to sit and smile. However, Ralph does not seem to do well in front of the camera. He sits bolt upright, every part of him looking stiff and uncomfortable, and his smile isn’t right. It’s far too forced, it shows all his teeth and yet somehow the smile itself stretches beyond them. “Maybe we should take him out and about, get some candid shots of him,” Anna suggests.
You groan, having just started on your second doughnut. “Fine! I’ll leave the house today, but I won’t be pleased about it!” You shake your half-eaten breakfast at your friends, who laugh. “And you guys better come eat these, too, Ralph wasn’t kidding about these freebies.” You hold out another doughnut and wave it in Ralph’s direction, “Sure I can’t tempt you with one?”
He leaps onto his feet and backs away from you, “How many times must I ask you to keep your doughed nuts out of my face, please!” As expected, Scott and Connor crease up in laughter.
“You’ll love ‘em when you try ‘em, Ralphie,” you grin, taking another bite of your own, but Ralph isn’t as amused by it all.
Once you’re all adequately full, you begrudgingly throw on a hoodie and go out with everyone else, trying to find the right lighting, the right backdrop. Even with everything, Ralph just doesn’t seem to pose very well. His posture becomes so much more awkward and his facial expressions just aren’t… Ralph.
When he starts to express his apathy for the whole thing, you think of one more thing that might help. Standing him in front of a brick wall, you position Scott and set his phone camera to video, earning you an, “Ahh, good shout.”
Scott starts recording as Ralph stands in place, looking over at all of you. “So, what is it I’m supposed to do, now? Do I have to pose again? How?”
You shrug, “I dunno, just… Be Ralph. Stand however you want. Look however you want. Just, keep it moving around, yeah?”
He may still look a little awkward but you’re able to get him to do plenty, at least. Getting him comfortable is easy enough, you start getting him talking about his new favourite TV programmes and he very vaguely - and mostly not entirely correctly - describes the plots of them, with all the excited sincerity of a lifelong fan. Grace also asks him about his favourite local cats he’s befriended whenever he’s been out and about, which he lists happily and extensively.
When Scott feels as though he’s got some good angles, he stops recording and you all crowd around him to review the footage together. While you all have different opinions on which angles are best, you can all agree on one thing - Ralph certainly photographs far, far better candidly. You all eventually settle on pausing and screenshotting at two specific moments, though Ralph is still perplexed. “But I’m not posed for either of those pictures, doesn’t that make them bad? I mean, I’m not even looking in that second one!” He points to a shot where he’s looking down, itching his jaw.
“No, trust me, it’s fine, they’re great,” you insist, maybe a little too quickly. Nobody seems to have noticed, though. Thankfully.
“And in this one, the sun is in my eyes! I’m all squinty!” He frowns, swiping to the previous shot.
“That’s called a smoulder, babes, everyone loves a smoulder.” You watch in amusement as Ralph’s ears turn pink at Grace’s words. No matter how many times you’ve told him that Grace calls everyone by that name, it still gets Ralph all nervous to be referred to by it himself. “You’re a natural, when you’re not actually trying.”
“Is that a good thing?” Ralph asks, his eyes darting around the group to gauge everyone’s reactions.
Anna nods, “It shows promise, right, Scott? Scott’s big into his photography shit, he’s got a proper camera and everything, don’t you?”
Scott nods. “If you ever wanted to try and get more comfortable with it, we could definitely shoot together sometime.”
Ralph shuffles over to you to whisper in your ear, “What do guns have to do with -”
You interrupt him to quietly explain, “You shoot photos on a camera.”
“Ah. Thank you.” Addressing Scott, he smiles and claps, bouncing on the balls of his feet, “If I am still around, I should rather enjoy that!”
“Fuck, I forgot we’ve only got you on borrowed time,” Anna complains, before gasping and clapping her hands, addressing you. “This is your weekend off, right?!” You nod, and she squeals, holding her face in her hands. “So, we have to show Ralph what a good night out is, right?!”
Excited reactions from the entire group, except one, obviously, but the others seem too keen on planning tonight now to respond to any of his reactions. “So, do we just take him out, or out-out?” Connor asks.
You look over at Ralph’s face, trying not to laugh too loudly at him looking as though he’s been asked to solve quantum equations in his head. “You trying to figure out the difference there, mate?” you ask, and he nods. “Right, so going out usually means just to the local pub, pretty casual attire, you say you’re only going for a couple of beers but then it’s approaching midnight, the poor sod behind the bar is calling last orders and you’re five deep, trying to gather everyone for the walk home where you drop them all off one by one. Going out-out is dressing up, it’s going into the city itself, it’s going to bars and nightclubs and getting super overpriced cocktails until it’s 3am and you’re sat outside a McDonald’s waiting for a taxi home with whichever stragglers you’ve managed to hold onto by the end of the night.”
“Dressing up, you say?!” Ralph lights up at the idea, but you put a hand on his arm.
“Not in the suit and tie way, I’m afraid.” You frown, “I don’t actually know if we’ve got any out-out clothes for you at home, you know. I haven’t had a chance to get you to any shops where you can try nice clothes on yourself.”
With a collective gasp, Grace and Anna each loop an arm around each of Ralph’s, with Scott joining in their chorus of, “Shopping trip?!”
You groan, “Can I at least go back and get changed if you’re gonna keep making me leave the house?”
“I mean, you don’t have to come with us, if you want a break,” Anna suggests. “You trust us with Ralph, right?”
“So what, just the four of you will be going, then?” Connor asks, to the others’ groans. “Oh, come off it, what use would I be?!”
“Connor,” Anna starts. “How often are we ever likely to ask you for your opinion as a straight man again? You need to come with, for your people.”
Connor sighs in resignation, though he can’t fight his own smile. “Alright, fine, but you lot are buying all the coffees I’m gonna need to get through this.”
You slip Ralph your bank card, mutter to him that the others will teach him how to use it, and salute the others as they all make their way to the high street before turning on your heel and heading back to the sanctuary of an empty flat.
Straight away, it feels too empty. Too quiet. Sure, you’ve trusted Ralph to just pop across the road and back, but you’ve got way more alone time now. You ask your Echo to play your favourite playlist as you make a start on the chores you normally can’t do with Ralph around.
Though you expect that to take up until they return, you’re done before the hour is up. You let out a long exhale, tutting through it as you look around your little living space and wonder what on earth to do with yourself. You start watching the next episode of the show you’d been watching, but even that didn’t feel right without the constant interjections, feeling as though you have to explain who characters are, what plots have already happened and why certain scenes are especially important.
You text the group chat a few times, but only Connor ever responds, and as is on brand for him, it’s always a sarcastic comment about how Ralph is obviously going to show up in the most garish outfits known to man. You take comfort in Connor being the one to make those jokes, at least, as if anyone else were to, you might be more inclined to worry that Ralph’s own tastes might just be a little too eclectic for the South London nightlife. At least Connor will be there to talk him down into dressing somewhat appropriately.
You also ask Scott to send you the photos for Ralph’s Instagram profile, telling him you’re happy to edit them to pass the time before eventually getting them onto Ralph’s phone to upload them. He sends you the screenshots, along with the video itself. One little watch, you tell yourself. Then to editing.
An indeterminable amount of time later, you’re replaying a part where you’re constantly correcting Ralph on the actual plot of Gilmore Girls versus what he seems to have retained that it’s about, where you’ve reached the point of uncontrollable laughter and he’s laughing at your laughter. His smile is so pure when he’s genuinely happy, and yet it’s so rare to see it that way. Even without his manufactured pose, when he’s smiling amongst you and your friends it still feels stilted. You often wonder whether he misses the familiarity of home, whether you’re doing a good enough job at helping Ralph to fit in. But seeing that look on his face, it fills you with an overwhelming sense of relief. It’s the first time you’ve been able to really notice him looking comfortable. You take a screenshot of that moment, but not necessarily to add to Ralph’s profile. Maybe this one stays as a memento of Ralph’s time here, just for you.
When you get the text in the group chat letting you know that a) they’re finished, and b) everyone’s getting ready at Grace’s since her housemates are all out for the evening, you hurriedly edit those two photos Scott sent, empty your wardrobe of all your “out-out” clothes into a duffel bag, throw in whatever toiletries and cosmetics you can find and make your way over there.
Scott, Anna and Ralph are nowhere to be found, at first, but Grace assures you that they’re simply helping him “look the part”. You’re more worried about checking in with Ralph, seeing if he’s overwhelmed at all, and most importantly, making sure he hasn’t blown his cover.
Grace is more than happy to help you pick out your outfit for the night, while Connor’s input remains a constant and totally helpful series of grunts without even looking up from his phone. Grace helps you get your face and hair ready, too, though not without scolding Connor for not participating either way, despite his constant rebuttals that he is taking care of “the most important thing”. You quickly shoot him a text thanking him for helping to take Ralph off your hands for an afternoon, and reassuring him you’ll buy him a drink to show your appreciation. The absolute wordsmith that he is, Connor sends a thumbs-up emoji in response.
There’s a ring at the doorbell, which even Grace is puzzled at. That fills you with a sense of concern, too - if Grace isn’t expecting someone at her door, who could it be? Connor seems pretty confident at going to open it, though, and you see why when he eventually shows up with the pizzas that he clearly ordered. “You didn’t have to be so cryptic about it!” You shake your head at him as you make sure everyone has drinks made up as well.
Scott’s head pokes out of a door to ask, “Everything okay? Who was at the door?” You and Connor both point to the food and Scott grins, “Ah, nice! Right on time! Okay, folks, are you ready to meet The New Ralph?”
The three of you clap and cheer as Scott and Anna make a big show of revealing Ralph, and thankfully you weren’t holding any of the glasses you were making drinks in, or you’d have surely dropped them. Wearing a dark fitted polo, very well-fitting jeans and some crisp new Adidas trainers, Ralph stands between your friends, looking around at the three of you. When he catches your eye, he only makes very fleeting eye contact before looking your own outfit up and down and then hastily looking back at the others. He rubs at the tops of his ears - you can’t quite see from this distance, but you wonder if he’s blushing, and whether he’s doing it over everyone’s reaction, or just yours.
You set everyone’s drinks up around the living room, deliberately seating you and Ralph together. “I wasn’t sure what kind of fancy-schmancy drinks you’re used to, and none of us exactly have champagne on tap, but I thought you might like a martini?” You say to him as he takes his seat on the sofa next to you.
Ralph’s eyes light up. “I do rather enjoy a martini!”
“That’s my guy!” Connor cheers from his corner, raising a slice of pizza in a toast of sorts. Ralph tentatively takes a slice and does the same, but you hurriedly follow it up by grabbing a plate and holding it beneath Ralph’s slice for him.
“Don’t want to ruin your nice outfit before you’ve even been seen out in it, do you?” You fuss, and Ralph nods, taking the plate from you and holding it directly under his chin as he eats, which makes you laugh. He could literally look like anyone in the world, but little mannerisms like that will always tell you that that’s your Ralph.
When he’s had enough to eat, you take the plate from him to take it out to the kitchen, though Grace is quick to whip it out of your hands, too. That’s when you notice the plate seems to have moved something underneath the collar of Ralph’s shirt. You move it aside slightly and, with all the might of keeping any kind of flustering behaviour at bay, you ask, “Is that a neck chain you’re wearing?” Is this what manifesting is?
“Yes! Do you like it?” Ralph scoops it out into view with his finger. “Just a plain one, but Anna said it really brought the whole outfit together, didn’t you?” He asks her excitedly, and she nods back.
“She’s got a good eye, that one,” you grin. “You look so good, Ralph.”
“As do you,” he mutters, gesturing quickly to your outfit. “I see what you mean about dressing to the nines, now. It’s nice to see this side of you, too. All of you, really,” he stammers, looking around.
“Right, last minute hair and make-up touches and then I want photos of all of us!” Grace announces.
Ralph’s face falls as he asks you quietly, “Would you like to teach me how to take them, since I’m not good at being in them?”
“Don’t be silly,” you nudge him. “We’ll get some good ones of you tonight, trust me. And if you wanna see a bad photo, wait until you see the atrocities this lot take by the end of the night.”
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. We’ll prepare a slideshow of your finest moments for him, shall we?” Scott retorts, to both yours and Ralph’s laughter.
“Maybe we should save that for a special occasion. A birthday, perhaps?” Ralph asks with amusement.
“Yes, Ralph!” Connor and Scott cheer in unison, both slapping his shoulders excitedly as you gasp in mock offence.
“The betrayal!” You can’t actually be mad at Ralph, though, not with how good he looks when he’s this happy. It’s even more captivating in person.
You shake your head as you go to make sure you’re all freshened up after your meal. You can’t keep thinking these things when you’re sober, or else who knows how that’ll manifest when you’re less so.
Your friends all love learning how to get Ralph distracted enough that he doesn’t even realise half the time that his photo is being taken. Scott, being the photography setup genius that he is, even gets his phone out, sets it on a timer, and manages to get Ralph laughing while looking at the camera, in the middle of the group, all while successfully running into the shot himself. Everyone’s in love with that photo, even Ralph, and when Scott sends it in the group chat, you promise him you’ll print one for the flat, and an extra one just for his room.
“What about the other ones that everyone else took?” Ralph asks. “Could I get those ones on my phone, too?”
“I’ll do that tomorrow. Ooh, speaking of! Before we go! Gimme, gimme,” you make a grabby hand at Ralph, who eventually takes the hint that you want his phone as he hands it to you. You send over the two edited shots - and that’s all - and, on his phone, successfully upload them:
“No caption?” Anna asks, looking over your shoulder.
“Well, it’d look a bit dodge if he’s tweeting to ask his phone to stop changing his words for him, but then he’s a total whiz at Instagram, wouldn’t it?” You explain, to everyone’s agreement.
Finally, you’re all piled into an Uber and on your way to your favourite bar. It’s in the car, cramped between you and the door, that Ralph realises something in a panic. Frantically tapping your arm, he whispers, “Won’t they ask me to prove I’m of age to drink there?”
You shake your head. “Don’t sweat it. The staff know us like the backs of their hands, they’ll trust us that we’re not bringing in some teenager. Besides, you look far less baby-faced now,” you wrestle your arm out enough to ruffle the beard he’s starting to grow with your fingertips. “So we’ll be fine. Promise.”
Ralph, too, wrangles a hand out to hold his little finger towards you. “Promise?”
With a small laugh, you link your own with his. “Yes, but less of that around the people we have to convince that you’re not a kid, okay?” Ralph nods with a very serious expression, and you copy him before settling back into conversation with your friends.
It takes a few bats of the group’s eyelids and some convincing c’mon, mates but the bouncer soon lets Ralph in with you all, to which he enthusiastically thanks them over and over again. You hurriedly rush him in ahead of you before he arouses too much suspicion.
Connor makes a point of letting Ralph know where the toilets are, and Ralph immediately disappears off into that direction. You ask the boys if one of them should make sure he’s okay getting there, but everyone scolds you for fussing over him too much and moves you along with the rest of them to order everyone’s drinks. You want to hold onto Ralph’s for him but, as Scott reminds you, it’s safer for him to, so that you can look after your own. Just in case.
Soon enough, as with every night out, the group starts to scatter. Scott is happily chatting between Connor and a girl you don’t recognise, most likely playing wingman. You can spot Anna and Grace in amidst a small group of people whose heads are turned away from you. Still no sign of Ralph for a while. Ringing his phone does nothing, but the music is quite loud, he might not be able to hear. The bar is small enough, you tell yourself. He’ll find you eventually.
As you’re craning your head around the bar one more time, you don’t realise anyone is in your immediate vicinity until you almost trip over someone behind you. They catch you with a, “Whoa, easy there! How many have you had?!”
“Barely any, that’s the scary thing!” You laugh.
The man smiles at you. “Sounds like I ought to buy you one then, eh?”
You shrug, “Sure, what’s a free drink?” You gesture that you’ll walk up to the bar with him and order your drink. He tries to make small conversation, and you start to get into it a little, until he starts trying to flirt. He’s not exactly your type, anyway, and his total lack of game really doesn’t help matters. You try and get away with a simple thank you, a promise that you’ll find him later to buy him one back but you really must get back to your friends.
“Ah, what’s the rush? Surely it’s easier for them to come and find you if we stay here, right?” He asks. You look around desperately, trying with all your might to use some of that manifesting power you seemed to have earlier to will one of the boys back, both to rescue you and salvage Ralph.
~~~
Ralph was having quite the experience. Having heard the other boys talk of the bathroom, he assumed that was a prompt for everyone to go, but only once he could see the door to it did Ralph turn around and realise he was completely on his own. Suddenly, the atmosphere changes. What seemed dimly lit now appears almost pitch black. There are lights of all colours shining everywhere. Music that doesn’t quite sound like music thumps in the background. Twenty conversations happening around him turn into white noise, until someone approaches him. A total stranger. Two of them, actually.
“Alright, mate? Do me a favour?” One asks, despite Ralph’s expression clearly being one that should let anyone know that he is in no position to be giving out any favours. They continue anyway, “Look, I have to draw something, and you have to guess what it is, okay?” Ralph, still bewildered, does not respond in the slightest, but before he knows it, the other person has turned around so that their back can be used as a surface. The original asker now splays a napkin of sorts against their friend’s back as they try and draw something.
Ralph tries his absolute hardest, but as no amount of squinting and focusing can help him, he tells them, “Oh bother, I’m terribly sorry, chaps, I’m honestly trying but I’m really coming up trumps, I do apologise.”
They give him looks of confusion and concern. “Are you on something?”
“Why does everybody assume that of me, just because I’m ever so slightly more well spoken than the average resident here?!” Ralph complains with a frown. “Can this not just be how I talk?”
“Oh my days, you’re a right laugh,” the other grins. “Here, come and do a shot with us, you have to!”
“I- Do I?” Ralph asks, and they nod. “Well, I really should get back to my friends -”
“Oh, c’mon, one shot and we’ll help you find them. Deal?” They ask.
“Well… Alright,” Ralph sighs in defeat. If he can’t find you, he can at least find a constant to anchor onto in the meantime.
“Oi, lads!” The two call out as they approach the table they’re leading Ralph to. “Time out on that game for a minute, we’re doing shots with this legend!” They both look at Ralph expectantly, waiting for him to introduce himself.
“Oh! Yes! Hello, everyone. My name is Ralph. Fabulous to meet you all,” he smiles as he looks around the table.
“Isn’t he sick?!” The artist of the pair grins at his friends.
“Quite the picture of health, actually,” Ralph retorts with a side glance.
“Oh, isn’t he a cutie,” a girl coos from the table. The other of the pair starts to clench his jaw.
“Oi, come off it,” another comforts from around the table. “Any bloke that uses the word fabulous isn’t exactly stealing your girlfriend, is he.”
Ralph’s not even sure how to answer to that, but he isn’t given much time to, either, before being whisked away to the bar with this new group. They hand him a tiny glass filled with clear liquid. Ralph wonders if a shot is perhaps some sort of palate cleanser, a mouthful of water between drinks.
The fiery sensation that travels down his throat as he drinks teaches him that it certainly is not. But once the unpleasantness clears, the strange comfort of alcohol starts to fill Ralph with warmth. It’s certainly happening a lot faster than he’s used to, but then these drinks are far stronger than Ralph’s usual tastes.
Briefly forgetting his own arrangement, he returns from the bar with his new acquaintances - and another martini in hand - and sits back at the table with them as they continue playing their game. It’s played on one of their phones. Someone taps through prompts and reads them aloud. Sometimes it’s challenging a player to do something themselves, sometimes it’s challenging them to approach a stranger, as they had done with Ralph. Sometimes it’s asking them completely arbitrary questions to vote upon amongst the group. They all certainly seem to be having a great time playing, anyway.
Once they declare a round over, they ask Ralph if he wants to join in the next one. “Oh, I’m rather… Old-fashioned, I don’t think I’d be a good fit for this, but I’m sure my friends would love it! Shall I go and find them?”
“More the merrier,” one shrugs.
Ralph excitedly jumps up and starts patrolling the bar to find a familiar face amongst the crowd. He’s yet to see any at all, until one makes his heart drop. He sees you, in the arms of another man. Ralph had really been priding himself on repressing his feelings around you. He wasn’t going to repeat what happened with Lauren. He wasn’t going to scare you off too soon. He was going to keep it to himself. He had tried so hard. And yet, this sight is truly unbearable.
Biting at his quivering lower lip, he storms back into the direction of the bathrooms and keeps going, shoving the first door he finds open as he tries not to cry.
His sorrow is quickly replaced with horror as he finds several women all standing in various places around the room. Some just standing and chatting, some calling to friends in the stalls, some checking themselves in the mirror. After the scene finally sets in for Ralph, he lets out an ultimately high-pitched shriek, swivels around and immediately starts scolding himself. “Oh, bother and blast! Please, forgive me, girls, oh, what an absolute cad I am, I’ve truly disgraced myself, just when it couldn’t get any worse!” His voice gets shakier with every word, and he flinches when a hand appears on his shoulder.
“Sorry!” One of the girls apologises hurriedly. “I just wanted to let you know it’s okay. Are you alright?”
“Please do not ask me if I have taken any sort of drug just because I am well-spoken!” Ralph half-cries, and the hand squeezes him comfortingly.
“We won’t, promise. Did you need a wee, or just a wind down?”
“I’m not sure, I just… Ran. I’m terribly sorry,” Ralph sighs.
“It’s fine,” the voice reassures. “Wanna turn around and talk to us? I promise, there’s no better therapy than a night in the girls’ loos. Right?” A chorus of agreement fills the room.
Ralph slowly turns around to see an awful lot of smiling faces. He sniffs harshly and nods, “Good evening.”
“Hi!” The one who had approached him smiles. “I’m Lauren!”
Of all the names! “L-Lauren?” Ralph practically squeaks out as he feels himself start to well up, and her own face falls in some kind of realisation as she shakes her head.
“Or Loz! Just call me Loz! All my friends do! Forget the other name entirely. Sound good?”
Ralph nods. “I’m Ralph. A pleasure to meet you, despite it being under my most horrific actions.”
The other girls introduce themselves, as well. “So, Ralph, this, uh… Girl With The Forbidden Name, is she why you’re all upset?”
“Is she?” One pipes up from the very back. “Because you point her out and I’ll sort her out, no holds barred.”
“See, this is what I tell you, you get like two vodka red bulls down you and you’re ready to throw hands at any inconvenience,” her friend groans next to her. Ralph very quickly taps the square with the bird on it and types a message out to ask the internet “why do people throw hands at each other”, quickly followed by “what sort of hands do people throw”. He decides he’ll check people’s answers later, so as not to appear rude.
“Look at him, though!” The more hot-headed one gestures to Ralph as he wipes away the tears that had been threatening to fall. “Look at those eyes! Like melted chocolate, they are. What kinda sadist would possibly make that happen?!”
“Oh, it’s nothing, it’s all futile,” Ralph shakes his head, but his new friend Loz points at him.
“Oi. Nothing’s futile here. This is a safe space. Let it out.”
Ralph starts to explain that he had fallen for a Lauren, dove in headfirst, had his heart broken and vowed not to let it happen again, but that seeing the housemate he cared so deeply for in the arms of another just brought all of that sadness back up again. The girls are all very sympathetic, and very good at knowing exactly what to say to make Ralph feel better. The rather boisterous one keeps trying to speak negatively of you, but Ralph won’t have any of that. You’re your own person, and it’s up to Ralph to get over his own feelings. The girls commend him on his emotional maturity. Apparently not a lot of men have that.
They ask if he wants to talk it through with you, but he shakes his head, telling them that he isn’t certain how long it is before he can go home again, and so he doesn’t want to commit to anything or risk either staying with you with such an emotionally charged elephant in the room at all times, or being turfed out indefinitely.
"That's quite the predicament you've got yourself in, Ralphie, babes," Loz hugs him arm, and he allows himself the comfort of leaning against her.
Suddenly, a stall door swings open violently, and a whole new girl appears, holding her phone up to her face. Before anyone else can ask if she's okay, she gasps loudly, "I bloody knew it!"
Everyone looks at her quizzically, including Ralph, and she continues. "Well, I thought, guy called Ralph who sounds really old-fashioned, I wonder if… And then some of the things he's said kind of sounded like those tweets, have any of you seen that Ralph On Twitter guy?"
A few more gasps of realisation dot about the room. Ralph's ears turn pink as he recognises the word Twitter from the conversation you’d had with the other four this morning. Loz frowns, "Are you sure it's -"
"Is this your insta?" She turns her phone around to show Ralph her screen. It says Instagram on the top, so Ralph takes out his phone and presses the square that also says that, showing it around to see if that's right. Excitedly, all the girls crowd around to make sure they get Ralph's handle right so they can follow him.
One girl - Ralph's already lost track of them, honestly - announces, "So what I'm hearing is, girls' room photoshoot with Ralph from Twitter?!"
Ralph laughs nervously, "Oh goodness, I'm flattered, but those are all taken candidly, would you believe! I am certainly no poser, I have been told this enough times today already."
"Bollocks to that!" The loud one shouts. "We'll teach you how, won't we, girls?"
Before Ralph knows it, he's squatting amongst all his new friends who are trying to teach him how to do the smoulder look he was doing in his photo on purpose when the main door opens to reveal you standing there, looking absolutely bewildered. "Oh my god, Ralph! You're okay! Thank fuck for that!"
As you frantically update the group chat that you’ve found Ralph safe and well, Loz reaches for his hand to squeeze it. The loud girl starts to tense up behind him but Loz waves her down from behind his back. “Yeah, he’s just been having some drunk girl therapy,” she explains calmly.
“God, I could do with some of that right now,” you groan. “Honestly, you trip and fall onto a guy one time and he thinks you’re soulmates, it’s horrendous!”
Ralph’s face lights up all of a sudden. “You’d… You’d fallen on him?” Concern falls back onto his expression. “Are you okay?”
“Oh, physically, I’m fine, but I don’t know how I’m going to mentally recover from listening to one man talk about himself so much,” you groan into your hands as you hold your face. “I forgot why I stopped dating in London.” You notice that one of the girls puts her arm down after having held her phone up at a particular angle. “Oh my god, wait, you guys were taking photos together?” A few of them nod. “Would you like me to take them for you? Rather than one of you trying to fit everyone in at arm’s length.”
“Oh my god, would you?” one of them sighs with relief.
You nod, gesturing to Ralph to hand you his phone again.
Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the presence of so many other people in the photo with him, but Ralph blends in so much more naturally in the photos you take now, even when you suggest different poses and expressions. One of them - Ralph quickly introduces her as Loz, and no other name - asks around for phone numbers of the girls that, you assume, had all just met and bonded over whatever Ralph was in here for. You take over the role of adding everyone’s numbers into Ralph’s phone, and see that Loz adds him to a group chat that she names “Ralphie’s Angels”. You laugh at the name, and send all the photos you’ve taken into the group chat.
“Right, I can feel myself sobering up now, and we can’t have that,” one of them calls out, making the rest of you laugh. “Shall we all go and face the music?”
You pull a face, “Ugh, that means I have to go back and face… Him.”
“Nah, you stick with us, hun,” the one who seemed hostile with you at first suddenly seems to be fighting your corner now. “He even looks in your direction when I’m around, I’ll make him wish he didn’t.” You give her a comforted smile in response and the whole horde starts making its way out of the bathroom.
Your friends also catch up with you at the bar, grateful to see Ralph’s face again, too. Grace is hanging off some new guy’s arm, Anna is half-present in the whole conversation but also half-texting somebody, and Scott is catching up with Ralph. You spot that Connor isn’t talking to anyone and head over to him, “What are you drinking?” you ask loudly over all the music. “I still owe you, remember!”
Connor shakes his head, “Nah, don’t sweat it. Ralph’s a good’un, it was no bother.” Speak of the devil, Ralph excitedly hands you and Connor drinks that one of his new friends insists on buying for everyone, then grabs his own glass from Scott who’s followed him to clink against yours and Connor’s before hurriedly rejoining his group. You and your friends laugh in unison before Connor downs his martini, gives you a quick hug and heads home for the night. Grace and her new friend are the next to leave - you never did catch his name, and you’re not sure you’ll have a reason to remember it anyway.
You dismiss Anna and Scott, telling them that Ralph will probably be a while yet, and that they don’t have to wait up for him just because you do. At first they insist on staying with you, but eventually tiredness consumes them both and they bid you goodnight.
As though preying from afar - because that’s most likely what he was doing - your admirer from earlier appears as soon as your friends are out of the door. “Well, well, we meet again.”
Your eyes narrow as you groan out a breath. “Yeah, hi -”
“I can’t believe your friends would leave you alone like that,” he shakes his head.
“Oh, they haven’t, I’m still waiting on -” Your knight in 21st century armour, Ralph, walks over to the pair of you. “Ah, there he is! Are we going home now?”
“Would you like to?” Ralph asks, concern in his eyes, and you nod with fervour. “Then yes!”
The other man pulls a face. “Wait, sorry, you’re going home with - who the fuck is this?!” He gestures at Ralph, a nasty expression on his face.
Thankfully, Ralph’s cavalry come to your defence, led by none other than an incredibly loud, “Oi, dickhead! Who the fuck are you?! Fucking look at my friend like that again, see what happens, yeah?” Despite being perhaps half a foot shorter, Ralph’s most fiery friend easily squares up against him.
You tap her shoulder in thanks, take Ralph’s hand and guide him out of the bar. The cool air outside hits your face, but the alcohol in your system acts as a blanket around the rest of you. “You good?” You ask Ralph, and he nods. “Good. I’ll call for an Uber.”
Ralph frowns, “But aren’t those taxis, parked up over there?”
“Well remembered! Yeah, but a drunk girl once told me that those charge extra for all the time they’ve spent sitting there, and I’ve never felt bougie enough to spend the money to find out if it is true, so I like to play it safe.” You book an Uber that says it’s four minutes away and sit on the edge of the path. Ralph joins you. “Sorry we lost you, earlier, by the way. I did keep trying to look for you.”
“Pah! My own fault, really. I got all frazzled, you know,” Ralph’s eyes widen as he gestures wildly, making you laugh. “I still feel a tad so now!”
“It helps to kind of start resting your head for a bit. Here,” you pat your shoulder and Ralph takes the hint, tucking himself inwards to rest his head on your shoulder. Yours head falls onto his instinctively, and you set your phone to the front camera. You see Ralph’s small, contented smile, quickly plaster one of your own on and snap a photo.
Ralph then frowns, “Oh, no! I wasn’t prepared!”
“Exactly. Look,” you say fondly as you show him the photo. Both of you looking happy and comfortable, despite some bumps in the road. A perfectly normal first night out for Ralph.
“Can you put that one on my phone too, please?” he asks sleepily.
Reluctantly, you push his head away from you. “Yes, but c’mon, sleepyhead. We still have to get home.”
Ralph doesn’t make it the whole journey home, his head once again flopping against yours in the back seat of the taxi as he sleeps. You manage to prod him awake once you’re back outside your block of flats, though, and he trudges along behind you into the lift and along the hallway until you’re back in the safety of the flat again. “Gimme a minute to grab some PJs for the night, yeah?”
“Of course. I think I should use the bathroom properly now,” he nods.
You pull a face, “Yeah, the fact you’ve gone the whole night without it is honestly impressive!” You hear Ralph chuckle under his breath as you go back into your room, blindly head to your pyjama drawer, take out the first top and bottoms that you can feel, regardless of whether or not they match, and head back into the front room, opting to duck beneath the kitchen counter to change.
Ralph re-emerges a few minutes later, his voice drawling wearily as he asks, “Would you like the bed for tonight? I can’t imagine the morning should be pleasant for either of us.”
You walk over to him and put your hand on his shoulder as you chuckle, “It’ll be fine. You probably need it more than I do, that was probably heavier than what you’re used to.”
“I had a shot tonight, you know,” Ralph tells you with intrigue.
Your eyebrows shoot up, “Oh, yeah? And how did that go for you?”
“Absolutely awful,” he replies simply, pulling a face of disgust, and you both laugh.
“Yeah, you’ll definitely need the bed, then,” you nod. “Did you have a good time, though?”
“Oh, most certainly!” he grins. “I’ve made so many new friends! And I really rather think I’ve made a good impression on your friends, as well.”
“You know they’re your friends too, right?” you ask, cocking your head. Ralph tries to wave you off, and you pull a face of disbelief. “Come off it, they love you! I bet you had a great time with them earlier, didn’t you?”
“Oh, yes, absolutely! Um, but… I did… Um… It wasn’t quite the same without your presence there,” he mumbles.
You frown, “Did you say anything about your past?”
“Oh, no, that never came up! Just… Oh, ignore me, I’m dreadfully tired,” Ralph rubs his face wearily.
“Yeah, you’ll be thanking me for the greasy-ass breakfast I’ll be making us in the morning, so get ready for that,” you grin at him before pulling him in for a goodnight hug. He may smell like a fragrance store with all the proximity he’s had to several perfumed people, but there’s still something comforting about being able to bury your face into his shoulder and taking a deep breath in. Ralph’s arms tighten around you as you do so, as he allows himself the luxury of squeezing his eyes shut and just enjoying the moment.
You eventually pull away with a yawn, “Alright, I think we’re both about to fall asleep standing up, so… Night, Ralph.”
“Y-yes. Of course. Goodnight. Pleasant dreams,” Ralph smiles awkwardly at you before walking quickly to the bedroom.
You set yourself up on the sofa and start looking through the day’s photos. Ralph’s little instagram photoshoot doesn’t feel like it was only this morning, and you can’t help but let yourself fall into the trap of looking at the photo of him laughing again. Shaking your head again, as though that’ll do anything at this point, you scroll through to the photo of all six of you in Grace’s house and set it as your lock screen. You keep scrolling through hurriedly to your other favourite photo of the night, and, while it may be a little delusional, you set the photo of the two of you at the end of the night as your home screen. You’re used to being into people who you can’t have, be it from their disinterest or other reasons, so what’s the harm in indulging yourself a little by imagining a world where the two of you could always be like that?
That’s what Ralph tells himself too as he stares at the photo on his own phone screen until the need for sleep finally takes over.
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By Nicole Goodwin / Durham Reporter
21:35, 8 DEC 2022
There were tears as Louis Tomlinson fans met their idol at HMV in Newcastle this evening after queuing for a signed copy of his latest album, Faith in the Future.
But one of the most adorable reactions came from the singer's youngest fan in the queue, Jude Harrison, who was left in complete shock after meeting the former One Direction star.
After chatting to Louis and getting him to sign a copy of his album, the realisation soon set in for six-year-old Jude that he had just met his idol. And the look on his face was priceless as he walked away with his hand over his mouth trying to process the exciting moment.
Jude's mum Stacey said: "He's so chuffed, I haven't been able to put him to bed because he's that excited still. It's currently 15 minutes after his bedtime but he's still bouncing, still running about."
The 32-year-old, from Blaydon, added: "Straight away when we got home he was asking for the Alexa to play Louis. He's rang everybody he knows, FaceTimed everybody to show them his signed copy of the album, and told them the whole story and said Louis told me I've got lovely blue eyes."
Super-fan Jude likes to wake his mum up at six o'clock in the morning playing the Faith in the Future album, which was released in November. His favourite song is Written All Over Your Face, which is the second track on the album.
Jude became a fan of Louis during lockdown in 2020 after hearing some of his music. Stacey, Jude, and his five-month-old sister would have discos in the kitchen every day to try and lift the mood because they couldn't go anywhere due to Covid restrictions.
And after noticing her son was becoming a fan of Louis and One Direction, Stacey would pick out some of their songs for Jude to dance to during the kitchen discos. It wasn't long before Jude became a super-fan of Louis and he was ecstatic when he found out that he was going to meet his idol after Stacey secured a place for him at Louis album signing at HMV.
Stacey added: "I waited for four hours in a queue online to get the tickets but I didn't want to tell him until I knew I had tickets. When I eventually told him he couldn't believe it. He was so excited and was running round the dining room table."
Stacey explained that Jude had a couple of questions he wanted to ask Louis and she was a bit nervous about what he would say. And when the moment came Jude and one grilling question for the star - "Why do you swear so much in your songs?"
Jude continued to tell Louis that he wasn't allowed to sing those parts because "mummy said not to sing that part". Louis responded by laughing and telling Jude to "block your ears" during those lyrics.
Stacey added: "Louis said that Jude was the name of his favourite football player too. My Jude has no interest in football whatsoever but you'd think he was football's biggest fan by his reaction.
"He also said that Jude had lovely blue eyes and that was the bit Jude really loved, his eyes were like saucers. I had to usher Jude away in the end because I think he would have stood there all day but it was really nice of Louis to give him that time."
A video of Jude after meeting Louis
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Second Wave Down
How many puppykitties are still with me? Hydrating? Hanging in? Stretch your stumps!
This and the third wave are when there are typically big lulls, as folks need sleep or have to get to work. I took the day off and drank four cups of coffee, so I'm still here, holding the fort, so to speak. Glad to have you with me.
Don't get sloppy. MANUALLY SEARCH YOUTUBE. Use the search bar for official version, that is always best, but if you just can't any more, use a Queue.
We are prioritizing Like Crazy, both Korean and English versions. We also have Set Me Free and its audio and choreo versions. Then we can use all FACE tracks as fillers. Please also click on solo new releases and milestones from time to time. When in doubt that you need to diversify a Jimin-focused session, help Jungkook's songs reach 1 billion.
Cycle your accounts every 20 Spotify and 50 YouTube rounds. If you forgot to count, swap out every 3-4 hours. (You don't have to cycle Apple Music or Amazon Music, just be aware when the playlist stops and keep hitting those suckers sucker hard.) I've got my phone, Alexa, Firestick TV, and two laptops going on various premium accounts. Are you maximizing all your devices and accounts?
Not to demotivate or pressure you, but the streams are really slowing down now. If you are able to stream for the next four to eight hours, especially manually, you are part of the critical wave of ARMY reserves. This is why our fandom has such success.
Work hard, work smart. FIGHTING!
PS: Look who posted Jimin's moons?
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Navigation ☆ About Me
About Me:
→ name: emmy/emily/mills
→ age: nineteen
→ religion: Christian
→ pronouns: she/her
→ zodiac: leo ☼ libra ☽ aquarius ↑
→ personality: enfp ☆ 2w3 ☆ gryffindor
→ other stuff: chronically ill ☆ suspected neuro divergent ☆ currently studying creative writing
My Favorites:
→ shows/movies: criminal minds, stranger things, supernatural, dharma & greg, alexa & katie, monsters inc, the princess bride, hot air, peanuts, twilight, harry potter, christopher robin
→ characters: spencer reid, penelope garcia, steve harrington, robin buckley, max mayfield, sam winchester, dharma montgomery, greg montgomery, alexa mendoza, sulley, westley, buttercup, lesley smith juniment, woodstock, snoopy, alice cullen, seth clearwater, winnie the pooh
→ music: one direction, niall horan, harry styles, noah kahan, blake rose, taylor swift, hozier, sabrina carpenter, five seconds of summer, bts, lewis capaldi, julia michaels, phoebe bridgers
→ romantic ships: spencelle/reidaway, hotchniss, demily, garvez, dharma x greg, spenlexa, buttercup x westley, lesley x summer, jalice
→ platonic ships: garceid, moreid, morcia, stobin, elmax, stustin, kalexa (?), bellice
→ interests: novel writing, screenwriting, acting, fashion, baking, listening to music, watching new shows + movies
About This Blog:
→ who i will write for: steve harrington, eddie munson, billy hargrove, jonathan byers (i may branch out in the future, these are just the ones i feel comfortable and confident writing right now!)
→ things i will write: fluff, angst, somewhat suggestive content (never full smut), hurt/comfort, pretty much any genre you can think of
→ things i won't write: character x character (just because i don't really have anything i ship enough to want to write fics for it), kids x reader, full on smut (you can redirect these requests to my nsfw blog @hornyhornyhimbos), self harm, anything non-consentual
Links and Such:
→ main blog: @ofwilliamandwalter
→ fanfiction recs blog: @paperbackprettyboy
→ icons blog (inactive): @scrapbookspence
-> nsfw blog: @hornyhornyhimbos
→ beta reader signups: linked here!
→ masterlist: linked here!
→ current pfp: these icons by @ilovegilmoregirls
→ header image: pinterest
→ navigation images: pinterest
→ navigation dividers: these dividers by @firefly-graphics
-> masterlist icon: these icons by @peachy-ash
-> masterlist images: pinterest
-> masterlist dividers: these dividers by @anlian-aishang
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-> eddie reblogs - #eddie 🎸
-> robin reblogs - #robin 🍦
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Once again I am slapping everyone with a song Spades would write and perform with gusto
It's exactly his musical style and the lyrics are very fitting for him. For those without spotify, lyrics under the cut. Apologies for shitty formatting; I'm on mobile.
Wanderlust by The Vaccines
Open your borders and give me my orders
I can slip into violence or fall into silence
And pretend you're a nation, an endless vacation
I'm your motel militia, gelato vanilla
And I thought I could earn your trust
But can't, can't stop a wanderlust
But I'm glad I'm your guy
Help me build a great big concrete wall around my failings
Doubt keeps creepin' in, I think it's slippin' through the railings
Sometimes I get so low that my friends say I've gone caving
But when it's just the two of us I feel fuckin' amazing
I get so nervous when I'm on your surface
I go deep in your language, the meat in your sandwich
But I feel like burrata and less like Sinatra
Alexa a sonata, prepare me to martyr
Oh, I thought I would die for you
But now I've got to join the queue
Help me build a great big concrete wall around my failings
Doubt keeps creepin' in, I think it's slippin' through the railings
Sometimes I get so low that my friends say I've gone caving
But when it's just the two of us I feel fuckin' amazing
Help me build a great big concrete wall around my failings
Doubt keeps creepin' in, I think it's slippin' through the railings
Sometimes I get so low that my friends say I've gone caving
But when it's just the two of us I feel fuckin' amazing
Help me build a great big concrete wall around my failings
Doubt keeps creepin' in, I think it's slippin' through the railings
Sometimes I get so low that my friends say I've gone caving
But when it's just the two of us I feel fuckin' amazing
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tagged by @fineosaur <3 thanks for tagging me Raniyah <3
six songs of mine that have been on repeat (according to spotify) :
Falling (Adrenaline) - Why Don't We. Major Andreil vibes
Cure For Me - AURORA. My fav memory of this song: My friend has an Alexa connection in his bathroom. At one of his homeparties I told her to play this song everytime I went to the bathroom and the song played so much, everyone got very annoyed and my friend asked everyone who kept putting it into the spotify queue and it was just too funny. Tipsy prankster Fabs needs everyone to listen to this song!
Vertigo - Edwin Rosen. Gives me major Adam Schürk vibes, thank you Nici for introducing me to Edwin Rosen's music <3 @te-propuse-fundir-oro-juntos
intimate moments - Isaac Dunbar. Been listening to this song on repeat for 18 months now <3 found it in the playlist for one of my all time favorite newtmas fics and it always gives me warm fuzzy feelings thinking back to reading the fic for the first time.
Worth It - Fifth Harmony, Kid Ink. My guilty pleasure song and the one that always helps me when I lose motivation on my runs. Since seeing this video of Dylan O'Brien (and the Maze Runner and Teen Wolf cast) dancing it never fails to cheer me up <3
Stay - Gracie Abrams. this song is just everything, so beautiful and it has peak (sad) pining
tagging: @book-and-music-lover @filismaze @newtswonderland @its-tea-time-darling @te-propuse-fundir-oro-juntos <3 <3 <3
#thanks for the tag this was fun!#music#newtmas#andreil#mika#gracie abrams#edwin rosen#aurora#why don't we#isaac dunbar
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ALEXA, PLAY 'THE CULT OF DIONYSUS' – or, an alternative way to enter the world of the burnt city via dionysian ritual.
You tap your feet uncertainly on the pavement, shielding under the thin sliver of roof jutting out from the building. Behind you, a queue is beginning to gather, mumbling their way through slapping on facemasks and shuffling for tickets. Some of them offer knowing looks to others, the air of past experience colluding between them; the scent of hidden fragrance a codeword. Others scrunch their noses, a bit of trepidation simmering as they look at the barriers erected, cordoning visitors into their respective queues. The barriers are woven with ivy, threads of green lusciousness a needed contrast to the constant concrete city intruding wherever you turn. It is the slightest breath of green, but you like it – even if you are a little confused at the imitation flames burning away at intervals between sections of the barriers. Undoubtedly, it offers up anticipation into your soul. Even so, the whole sight, slight as an offering as it may be, does creep further pressings against your heart. A squirming worms into you. To alleviate this a little, you dig into your pocket, unfurling your ticket. Checking the rules, the terms and conditions, all the bits and pieces orderly and informative, it calms you. Just like the orderly queues and cordons, there is rules. You breathe.
There’s a slight incline in the path as you enter. All seems normal enough, even if the faux flames do continue, and you swear that a woman behind you is doing some strange little gesture as she walks, flicking her head backwards every so often. Shaking your head, a chuckle slips out, bemused at the snippets of strangeness amongst otherwise normality. Small things continue: when you pass your bag across to the cloakroom, you are thanked – informed that one of the first steps is to offer up your worldly belongings, a signal of your devotion to the experience ahead. Choosing to forgo the toilets for the time being, you are directed to a man holding a box filled with…sticks. Like wands made of reed, and there seems to be a selection of boxes with similar ones – though each box contains a different flower topping the stick. Tentatively taking yours, the man whispers to you that yours is poppy, and you must hold onto it, for this will be your key to entering. In you step, into a room emblazoned with signs suggesting this brave new world to be a place named Peep. Posters dotted around indicate various guest performers; one of these is Pan, a name thrumming with recognition. Exploring before your poppy is called, you explore a little. On one of the walls is some framed photos. Peering at the writing underneath, it tells you in good calligraphy that it is of two other names you recognise – Dionysus and Ariadne. On some tables, there is paper, with small details regarding incidents such as the sacrifices of names like Iphigenia, Polyxena, and Polydorus - the murders of some men - and other snippets of information about various people.
Waiting for something you've nervous longing for as much as this is a torment surely designed for residents of Tartarus. However, music is beginning to play all around. Not the sort you expected; drums and pipes are the instruments, a warbling running its mouth off. You do not have time to get accustomed to it. One of the lucky ones, entering first, poppy is called, and you stroke your way through some half-hearted attempts at nature scattered around the bar. When it seems all those clutching poppy are past a thin cordon of vine, and into a small black room, a man begins the first spiel you will hear that evening: Mircea Eliade once spoke that through ritual, man detaches himself from profane time and magically re-enters the Great Time, the sacred time. Even now man seeks to excavate the past and step back through the hourglass till we will find ourselves in that sacred time, that time of gods. Though I must warn you – the gods have their demands, and if we are to attempt this ritual, you must follow theirs. Though we shall follow principles of Dionysus, we must ask you to obey some opposing thoughts provided by Apollo: there is an order and structure to be adhered to.’ A few of these things are outlined, and you nod attentively. They continue. ‘We will ask you to remain masked throughout your experience. If you are lucky enough to enter that which we desire, you will be thankful of these white masks. And we make one final request: Be brave. Fortune favours the bold.’ You take your mask as it is passed to you, a white one, and as florals start to swim into the room, you are reminded of plague masks. There is purpose in those. There is purpose in these. Fingering the red string – Ariadne’s string, you think, proud of yourself for your classical knowledge – you are transformed. You are brave. The man sends you forward into a new room; stamping a stave, as he names it, onto the ground, he slams the door shut once all are in.
Two people ahead of you and your fellow initiates in a long room. Both are draped in long white cloaks, and though you are not entirely confident in your guesswork, you think a sort of animal skin is layered over it. Their hair is woven with ivy. Beneath those odd garbs, the dress of each is different; one wears a jacket and sleeves, red string round their wrist whilst the second is in tight black leather. Each carries a tray, upon which is numerous little goblets. Similar music to the bar plays, growing louder and more manic as the time in the room goes on. Beginning to walk forward to you and the others, they speak. ‘We speak now for Dionysus, and you should heed him if you wish for this ritual to succeed. Though he will be absent from this evening, his spirit shall soon guide you, even in this age where many forget the worship of he and the pantheon. Take from us a goblet, and drink once we end our speech. Drink the Kykeon and liberate yourself, though remember the warnings you have been given. In drinking this, we offer you freedom, we offer you celebration. If grapes are the living, then wine is the dead; the god in the underworld and that is where the sacred time might still play out. Once you have drank – run, run up the mountain, and step through the doors. We hope the ritual works for you; that you are freed and born anew into the cattle of myth, free from the burden of yourself and the world you leave behind. Now – drink.’ As they conclude, you think your heart is aflame with the guilting rush of freedom they speak on. Sipping slowly at first, your lips slip a little as the two who spoke begin to wail out hymns; flipping their heads backwards and dancing an intriguing sort of stagger up and down the room as the first initiate begins to run up the ramp. They disappear through the doors. You are bold, and you neck your drink. Exhilaration pounds throughout your body. Stepping onto the ramp, you flick your head backwards and chant as you race forward, heart bounding, soul chanting, eyes alive through your mask with a pumping in your veins you have never known. You feel as if you are slipping backwards through time – and you step through the door into the myth of the Trojan war.
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here's part of my 2022 review enjoy
I posted 7,922 times in 2022
That's 7,570 more posts than 2021!
7,028 posts created (89%)
894 posts reblogged (11%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@lmanberg
@lilyfreshwater
@bicondringa
@gnfkitten
I tagged 7,321 of my posts in 2022
Only 8% of my posts had no tags
#ask - 6,451 posts
#frank's conspiracy theories - 1,542 posts
#queue - 235 posts
#fam anon - 102 posts
#mcyt - 74 posts
#frank's proven facts - 30 posts
#into the clemverse - 28 posts
#tubbo - 26 posts
(i deleted some of these lol)
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#streamentrix the number one medicine proven to stop you from dropping out of college because 'hey this minecraft thing is really taking off'
My Top Posts in 2022:
#2
alexa play "who lives who dies who tells your story" from the hit musical hamilton exactly 2 minutes and 55 seconds into the song
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My #1 post of 2022
instead of going through dream, if you want to donate directly to the SFA in techno's honor here's a link:
no matter who sponsors it, supporting those in need through charity is always a good thing and any size donation is valuable, so please donate if you can
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percy, 12 years old and freshly traumatized: i need your help
mr. d: and i need a drink. go find someone who cares
#percy jackson#mr d#dionysus#dionysus pjo#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians#hoo#the lightning thief#the lightning thief musical#another terrible day#pjo disney+#pjo tv show#disney+#incorrect quotes#incorrect pjo quotes#incorrect hoo quotes#alexa queue the music
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Saw my boys BTR last night. Here’s some highlights (not really in order):
An hour before the show really started i caught Logan passing by the side of the stage. He waved and everyone freaked out
I saw a bunch of fans wearing stuff as callbacks to the tv show such as tree hats and a little boy cosplaying as Bandana Man 🥺
Logan did the rap for Music Sounds Better and the guys joined in with him and no offense to Mann because he’s cool and all but I’ve always wanted a rerelease of the song with Logan doing the rap
They did all these jokes and bits during the show and it really plays up their careers as actors. I just loved watching their chemistry in real time
I also appreciate how they referenced the show (I’ll give examples as I go). They know their audience wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the BTR show so it’s nice that they’re willing to acknowledge that it’s a part of their history
An example:
James: [about slowing down once in a while during a show] Isn’t that what Gustavo always taught us?
Kendall channeling tv Kendall: I don’t think Gustavo taught us anything
Carlos brought out his ukulele for Crazy For U and said Alexa got it made for him
He tried to rephrase and say Alexa got it CUSTOM made for him but the guys went along with the slip and said, “WOW SHE’S SUCH A GOOD CRAFTSMAN!”
Also this exchange:
Carlos before getting the ukulele: I’ve got something for you guys
James: Is it an early birthday present for me? :D
Carlos: No
James: :(
Kendall: *hugs James as a birthday present*
They decided to mess with the crowd and asked if anyone missed something big in order to see them live
A guy up front said he missed his mom’s birthday and they (jokingly) roasted him and sang a song for his mom
When searching for the WWG Kendall chose a little girl who had cancer and I melted into more of a lovey dovey simp for him
I finally heard Paralyzed live and D E M A N D they release the single NOW
After finishing their songs in the crowd Kendall was the first to come back to the stage and spent 2-3 minutes calling out to the other guys:
“WHERE MY DOGS AT???” (queue crowd woofing in response)
((AFTER TYPING THAT I REALIZED IT SOUNDS LIKE SOME KIND OF FETISH THING AND IT’S NOT IT’S A PART OF THE TV SHOW I SWEAR FLSKFJAKA))
“Logan you know I can’t quit you!” (I’m sure a Ko///gan fan died after hearing that…)
The amphitheater was in a rock quarry so Kendall tried playing off the boom box bit as saying he found it buried under rocks
Kendall: It’s not a boom box it’s a rock box!
James: let’s hope it plays songs better than Kendall’s jokes…
Yes this was the part where they Rickrolled the audience. Yes I knew it would happen. Yes I loved every minute of it.
During If I Ruled The World they threw out these giant ass beach balls for the crowd to toss around and I watched one fan waddle to his car carrying one of them
I knew this would happen because the concert was held in TN and I was not disappointed when Kendall finally yelled out as he “left” before their encore, “TENNESSEE YOU’RE THE ONLY TEN I SEE!!!”
Anyways great show, 10/10 would see them again
#personal#it doesn't sound like a lot but 90% of my experience was screaming and fangirling like a deranged teenager#i was so short i had to stand on my chair a few times just so i could see the guys#the desktop kinda fucked up my format#go to my actual blog page to view it better
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Party At Home 101: The Ultimate Guide - Everything You Need For An Unforgettable House Party
With the summer in full swing, and COVID restrictions lifted, there’s never been a better time to have a house party.
Thanks to the introduction of government restrictions, and the cost of living increasing, people are turning inwards for their party fix, choosing to have parties at home.
Gone are the days of queueing at midnight, losing your friends in the club, and paying far too much for off brand liquor.
Say hello to dancing in your jeans, and making your drinks exactly how you like them. The farthest commute you’ll make is up the stairs to bed, saving you serious money on club entry and taxis. No more cut off times for serving food, it’s your house - if you want to make chicken nuggets at 3am, nobody is stopping you! Don’t like the song? Get Alexa to change it! This is YOUR nightclub
Ready to get planning? Then look no further. Keep on reading for the ultimate guide with everything you need to run a legendary house party.
1. Music - Is it really a party if there’s no music? Get that bluetooth speaker on charge and plug up the Hi-Fi systems. You’ll need a playlist full of anthems that are guaranteed to get your guests moving (That means no sad songs - Yes, that includes Ed Sheeran’s Perfect).
2. Alcohol - Duh. Make sure you get a good variety, different strokes for different folks. Get a range of spirits, and a mix of beer, cider and wine. Don’t forget about your good old designated drivers and sober friends, get a few zero alcohol bottles and some fancy mocktail mixes in. Do not forget the mixers. Whatever you think is a good amount of soda, double it. There is nothing worse than running out halfway through a party, besides, isn’t that how all horror movies start?
3. Snacks - Drunk people and toddlers are often compared to each other, for their lack of impulse control and their love of snacks. For a party that will really impress your guests, make sure to stock up on plenty of finger food, such as chips, garlic bread and fries. To really impress your guests, why not make a charcuterie board? Everybody loves cheese!
Remember to accommodate dietary requirements, there’s nothing worse than going hungry at a party because you have allergies.
4. Lighting - Nobody wants to dance when they feel watched. Turn off the main lights, and set up a few lamps or fairy lights. Make sure you have sufficient ambient lighting, bonus points if it’s colourful!
5. Bins - Make your life easier, make sure you have bins scattered throughout the house to minimise the tidying up in the morning. A few buckets scattered around with a “Recycling” sign will do. Don’t forget to buy plenty of bin bags the day before. Hungover - future you will thank you.
6. Funky glassware - The difference between an average party, and a one to remember, is quirky glassware. Of course it’s fine to have disposable cups for your drinking games, like beer pong, but if you’re making instagrammable cocktails then you need to have nice glassware. Our ice cream glasses are sure to wow a crowd, and they come in a pack of 2. After all, did you really have a party if the internet doesn’t know about it?
7. A pack of playing cards - If you’re having a party, then you need to entertain your guests. The drinking games you can play with a pack of cards are limitless. Why not go a step further and get some decorative cards? It’s all about the finer details when impressing your guests.
8. A cocktail shaker kit - How are you going to make cocktails without a shaker and strainer? Anyone can eyeball a measure (nobody is counting), but to achieve the polar temperatures required for a professional standard cocktail, you’ll need a trusty shaker.
9. And of course, no party would be complete without aFlavour Blaster MINI. Don’t let its size fool you, this nifty gadget packs a punch! Create showstopping cocktails at the click of a button, by creating aroma filled bubbles on the top of your glassware. The MINI has the option to create bubbles and aromatic vapour clouds, to elevate your cocktail experience and enhance your chosen flavours. With over 15 aromas to choose from including Citrus, Lavender and Lemongrass, there is an aroma for everyone. Use the aroma element on its own, or create a visual masterpiece by adding an aroma filled bubble to the top of your drinks. Designed for the home bartender, the MINI comes in 5 different colours, so you can rest easy knowing it will match your other kitchen gadgets.
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👀👀👀👀
#alexa- play hey mama by the black eyed peas#that wagon!!!!!!#he be doin his stretchies#john lennon#the beatles#beatles fan#color#music#rock#classic rock#songs#80s#we all shine on#got my mind set on queue
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this is so rad alexa play
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#this is so sad#for real though you can play audiobooks and music from hoopla on alexa now#let us know if you need help!#LCPL recs#alexa play meme#hoopla#queue-y decimal#tumblarians#library life
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