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sitting-on-me-bum · 2 months

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A seal being fed fish at a sanctuary in Cornwall, UK. The fish are thrown over the walls, with the staff hidden from view so the seals do not associate humans with food. The Cornish Seal Sanctuary has been rescuing and rehabilitating seal pups for more than 60 years. Between September 2022 and March 2023, 50 grey seal pups were treated by the animal care team, with 86% of them released back into the sea. The sanctuary also provides a permanent home to those needing special care

Photograph: Alexander Turner/The Guardian

#alexander turner #photographer #the guardian #seal #animal #mammal #wildlife #cornwall #united kingdom #the cornish seal sanctuary #seal pup #nature

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sias-swthrt · 3 months

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WRITING BEACH AL WRITING BEACH AL WRITING BEACH AL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALEX. BEACH. MIAMI ALEX.

BEACH ALEX!!!!!!!

(i shouldve been sleeping for my midterm math text but whatever)

DID I MENTION BEACH ALEX!!!! ‼️‼️‼️

#BEACH ALEX!!!#arctic monkeys #alex turner #alexander turner #alex turner fanfic #girlblogging

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bestrockstargf · 3 months

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This photo makes me feel things

#alex turner #rockstar gf #2000s #arctic monkeys #i love alex so much #alex is literally my bf #alexander turner

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p4rsuade · 2 months

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paraselene woman, i’m your man in the moon ➤ alex turner

𝓼ummary. it’s been a long year of touring, but he’s finally coming back to her.

𝔀arnings. age gap (sort of but vaguely implied)

𝔀ord count. 951

the car!alex turner x female oc

her 26th birthday was coming to an end. she watched as the time on her home screen flash to 00:00, and she lets out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding.

alex hadn’t sent her a happy birthday text, or called her all day. she tried not to think about it, she celebrated her birthday with her friends, and surely that should be enough for her, but no, she missed him with every bit of her being. she missed their cuddles in the kitchen, the way his hair would flop over his face as he slept, the orange hue of the sun slipping through the white voile blinds, landing onto his face, making him groan in utter annoyance from the sun disrupting his sleep, his stupid, soppy love poems he writes out of the blue, just so he could see that huge smile on her face, showing off her little fangs he always adores, ‘you’re like a mini dracula, y’know that’s adorable love.’

God, she missed him. she turned off her phone, and rolled on her side. happy birthday to me, i guess. she closed her eyes and slowly but surely, she had fallen asleep.

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4:10am

there was a sudden dip in the bed, and it startled her awake. her heavy eyes opened slightly and before she could do anything, she felt arms wrap around her, the familiar fluffy hair grazing against her cheek as he kissed her neck. “hiya, love.” he murmurs against her skin. “missed meh?” he hums.

alex.

without another second thought, she quickly wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. “woah, woah, woah..” he chuckles. “i guess yeh did.” he smiled, pressing more kisses along the side of her neck.

“happy birthday.” he whispers softly, and it warms her heart to its fullest. “how was your day today? i’m sorreh i didn’t get back earlier.” he asks as he eventually lifts his head up to look at her, a grin playing at his lips.

she smiled happily, the happiest she’s been. “it’s been okay. i missed you though.” she responds. “i’m sorreh, love. i would’ve been there but management has been on me arse, and the other lads wanted to—“ he was cut off immediately as she presses her lips against his, and he sighs, his shoulders relaxing as he moves her hand to the back of her head. “i missed you so much, aly.”

he chuckles against her lips, biting her bottom lip playfully. “i can tell.”

but then he sighs, and pulls away, burying his face into her chest. “i missed you too, love.”

it was as if he suddenly remembers something, because he suddenly lifts his head up quickly, and rolls off of her and he gets off the bed.

out of the darkness, he pulls out a box and something large, but she couldn’t quite tell what it was.

“happy birthday, darlin’.” he smiles before getting back into bed, laying on his stomach as he handed her the gifts.

it was a small box, as she guessed, and a vinyl. from the fontaines d.c. “i got ‘em to sign it.” he grins.

“aly..” she mumbles breathlessly as she takes in the signatures on the front of the vinyl. “remember our first date when i took ya to see them?” he hums and she smiles and nods, “how can i ever forget? i thought it was a little over the top for a first date.”

“yeh, and you kept arguin’ about it on the way, but i knew you loved it.” he chuckles, moving up to press his lips against her temple. “open the box, babe. you might like this one.” he smiled as he sat up beside her, wrapping his arm behind her back.

she looked at him with narrowed eyes, before placing the vinyl down, and she picked the box up, inspecting it. “what is it, al? why am i nervous?”

“open it and you’ll see, love.” he laughs, before slowly moving in front of her, waiting for her to open it.

she looks at him for a moment, before her gaze went back to the box. she unties the gorgeous bow that adorned the box, and she opens it, the box opening with a click as it pulls up.

in the box was a silver ring adorned with diamonds, and she lets out a tiny gasp. “simone..” he began, and she shakes her head in disbelief. “simone, look at me, will ya?” he laughs, before gently taking the box away from her grip, and he shifts, placing his knees on the bed.

“i thought about this a lot when i was gone, si.” his smile weakening as he was about to turn into an emotional, soppy mess. “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to meh. and i wish you were with me on the tour. i couldn’t stand not seeing yer beautiful face for a year.”

“face-time doesn’t count.” he lets out a weak chuckle. “simone darlin’, will ya make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” he finally asked.

she was in disbelief, and she felt tears brim her eyes, without a word, she quickly moves closer to him, and she wraps her arms around his neck. “what kinda question is that?” her voice broke. “of course i’ll marry you, al. i love you so much.” she murmurs as tears ran down her cheek. “so that’s a yes?” he smiles as he places the ring down onto the sheets and wraps his arms around her. “yes, you dope!” and he laughs, burying his face into her hair.

“i love you so much, darlin’.” he murmurs into her hair.

“i love you more, aly.”

#alex turner #alex turner x reader #arctic monkeys #arctic monkeys x reader #arctic monkeys x oc #alexander turner #alexander david turner #fluff

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mrsturnerx · 4 days

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i fw this photo on so many levels🙏

#arctic monkeys #alex turner #tlsp #miles kane #2008 #the last shadow puppets #alexander turner

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shrenvents · 4 months

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She Does The Woods

Chapter six of the Miracle Aligner Series

Jennie's POV

My shaking body beats in rhythm with my pulse, while it grows numb to the cold. Though the Taxi had dropped me off around five minutes ago, my feet seemed to be frozen to the snow-covered earth. In the meantime, snow flurries have begun to build up along the surface of my coat and hood.

As if the nerves that kept me awake last night weren't enough, the driver had the radio on, which happened to be playing 'R U Mine?' by, you guessed it, the Arctic Monkeys. Honestly, my mind is far too possessed by anxiety to simply laugh at the irony of my predicament, as I should do. The impending urge to bring up Alex's "secret identity" is oozing. It's going to take a damn miracle to keep my loose lips shut, and with my luck, that's not likely.

Decidedly, I take an extensive, sharp, intake of breath before moving. Fortunately, the park was well-lit enough, so all my suspicions about murderous intent fizzled from my thoughts. Plucking my phone from my pocket, the screen instantly lights up, displaying how late I am: 5:11 pm. Along with the time, I also spy a text from Alex, sent only a minute prior.

5:10 p.m. Alex Alexander: Hey love, give me a call when you've arrived.

Strangely, his message dims the festering concern in my chest. Like there was a chance he would've stood me up, and that I would be disheartened by such a thing. Huffing a sigh, my eyes flutter closed momentarily as I march forward. While walking, I ring him. Immediately, Alex answers, and just as I open my mouth to speak, his relieved voice resounds through the speaker. "Thank god." I giggle softly.

"Afraid I wouldn't show Alex?" "Terrified Red." I laugh again, and I hear him chuckle faintly. "Who's to say I did?" I inquire with humour laced in my tone, humour Alex clearly didn't pick up on. "Are-- are you serious Jennie? I know I came on a bit strong but-"

The uproar of laughter I'd been suppressing explodes, promptly dulling Alex's panicked ramble. "That's not funny," he scolds.

Then, I recognize his figure from a distance, head tilted towards his shoes, studying them with a smile decorating his face. I swoon, pausing my stride. "You think I'm funny Alexander, there's no need to lie." Observing Alex, I await his usual correction of his name, but it doesn't come. Instead, silence consumes the other end of the call, and my vision hones in on his peaceful expression. My heartbeat stumbles with an impactful thump. Get it together Jennie...

"Turn to your left handsome." His brows shoot into his forehead, creasing it. Swivelling his head, I savour the realization that adorns his features as he takes me in. His eyes roam my stationary frame, mouth agape before it closes. "Come here." That's all he says with a simple grin, and I take off. I start racing towards him. My little sprint obviously catches him off guard, and I nearly tackle him. However, his embrace captures my clinging body. I instinctively bury my face into his chest. Humming pleasantly, I breathe in his familiar, musky scent.

Though he was initially hesitant, thrown off by my spontaneous action, he quickly elevates his loose hug, to a firm, secure one, as though he's scared this isn't real, or that I'll slip away. I hate how endearing it is, how endearing he is. I really have lost it...

Slightly embarrassed, I slither out of his grip, and he reluctantly lets me. Our eyes lock as we move to an arm's length. His eyes then flicker to my lips and I press them to a thin line.

"I'm not sleeping with you in the woods." As soon as the sentence escapes my throat, the unnamed tension between us is lifted. "Didn't think you would."

"Or ever," I interject lamely, and his face immediately feigns confusion. "Again," I scramble out. "Sorry?" His brow rises, and a bitter smirk tugs one side of his mouth. "Uh, so, you got me here, no axe or chainsaw?" I rush to change the subject, which he notices but chooses to ignore. "Not on hand, no." He shakes his head at me, eyes wandering away from mine, peering into the dark skyline. I laugh pathetically, fidgeting with my hands, unnerved by his quietness.

After a moment, he shifts his gaze back to me, and I perk up right away. "I made us dinner." My brows furrow slightly, eyes trailing to his rising hand. He's holding up a basket with a shy smile. "There's a gazebo over there with a park bench underneath," he jerks his head to the right, "Sound alright to you Red?"

"As long as I live and breathe, it sounds great." His snort plasters a grin on my face. I follow closely behind him as he makes his way to the gazebo.

...

This "date" is going too well. At every turn, every new conversation, he makes me laugh, forget what I planned to say, everything I was apprehensive about. This is terrible. Everything wrong has become a fleeting memory. Except, that one revelation, still sitting at the tip of my tongue. Don't bring it up, in any way, shape, or form--

"So what do you do for a living." Shit.

"Thought you knew already." He swallows his last bite, a little too soon, and he audibly clears the lump in his throat. "Musican, or something... Right?" I mutter slowly, glancing between him and the surprisingly good meal he cooked. "Something like that, yes." He nods, shoulders tense. Is he trying to keep who he is a secret? Slightly disoriented, I grow quiet. He peers at me, eyes widening at my probably, very frightening expression. "What?" He gulps down another bite, and I lose it for real this time.

I spring to my feet, pause, drop my fork, and lean over the table to swat his arm repeatedly. He lets out a spurt of noises, mouth full, failing to convey his puzzlement.

"Some musician huh? Yeah right!" I shout, my voice cracking. "I may have been slow on the uptake, but I figured it out eventually, I'm not an idiot!" My verbal vomit shocks both of us, and I want to crawl out of my skin. But that doesn't seem to stop me.

"You're a freakin millionaire for Christ's sake! And I'm just-" I temporarily cut myself off before continuing my outburst. "Not like the money really matters to me! Unless you think it does? I'm not a gold-digger you asshole!"

And with that, the crazy lady attempts to leave the scene.

Rotating on my heel, I maneuver away from the picnic table but a hand clasps my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. I barely turn to look at Alex, till I discern his alarmed state. I'm completely mortified, but I know, deep down, I can't simply run away, not when he's looking at me like that.

"I'm sorry Jennie," he utters breathlessly. After a long beat, I nod. "Why didn't you say anything." "I'm not sure," his teeth dig into his bottom lip. "I guess, you just didn't seem all that interested in me in the first place," he sighs. "I didn't want to muck it up." I contemplate my reaction, simultaneously acknowledging his sullen expression. I ease a bit. "You know, from what I hear, telling a girl you're a rockstar to get them in bed, usually has a 100% success rate." I joke weakly. I imagine my smile isn't quite meeting my eyes.

Alex's pained stare makes me shudder. "I would never think of you as a gold-digger Jennie." Another shiver wretches through me. Why on earth is he taking me seriously? His attentive language and hold are invoking things in me I'd rather avoid. I shake my head. "I know," I pause, my voice dropping, "I think." I pause again, anxiously twisting my necklace's pendant with my free hand. "I'm sorry, I don't know where all that came from." He furiously shakes his head in disagreement, but I continue anyway. "I'm so embarrassed, god, you must regret asking me out-"

"No, god no." I peel my eyes from his grasp to look up. He holds my gaze with an intense certainty, telling me, there's no room for opposition. "This is my fault, I shouldn't have withheld what I do from you as if it were a secret... I wasn't thinking." He huffs defeatedly, and a smoke of cool air visibly leaves his mouth.

"I hope you have it in your heart to forgive me, and finish dinner." He smiles sheepishly, gesturing back to the table. His face falls a little. "I'll tell you everything you want to know."

I look away from his desperate eyes, peering down at his grip on my wrist. The skin there has probably gone red from how tightly he's holding it. Noticing what has my attention, he releases my hand, apologizing once more. "It's okay. And yes, I'm still pretty hungry." We hold eye contact as I speak. "And the food's pretty good, I was scared you were gonna make some of that British crap." Alex's laughter erupts and I beam.

"British crap?" "Like spotted dick or something." He laughs harder. "Not on the first date." "Second then?" I raise a brow, not sure what I'm promising. His smile stretches. "If you'd like..." His laughter subsides as he mumbles. "I think I would."

I watch as something he's most likely been keeping hidden flashes in his eyes. Something within him falters, but he shifts his eyes toward the sky before I can make out what it might be.

...

As the date went on, it got darker and darker, and with that, the winter was starting to creep up on us. Somehow I ended up sitting beside Alex, huddled close to his body. Shoulder to shoulder, he holds my hands in his palms, thumbs grazing the insides of them -- strictly to keep them warm of course. When our conversation slowly fades out, I didn't seem to mind, though, liking the silence didn't stop me from filling it.

"Ever jump into freezing water?" I question with a smirk. His thumbs stop their caress and press into my skin. "You're not jumping into the river," Alex states firmly. "Wasn't planning on it." I giggle. "Just asking." My head rises slightly with his soft exhale. "No." "Boring..."

"So I take it you have," he murmurs lowly. "No." His deep laugh bellows through the chilling air. "But if I did..." I trail off, unsure of what I'm planning to say. "I'd wish I was the water," Alex says, finishing for me. I didn't know what I expected him to say, but I didn't expect it to be so... Poetic.

A nervous laugh shakes my stomach, while my chest swarms with an unknown feeling. The silence once again crowds the atmosphere, but I'm not too fond of it this time. "Alex-"

Abruptly, my speech is cut short by Alex's palms releasing mine to cup my face. His palms lift my cheeks to brush our lips into a gentle kiss. He swallows my surprised moan, and I briefly see the passion in his expression. My lids bat shut, and I let him take me under, into the river.

chapter seven

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d0ll0rwh0re · 10 months

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the monkeys

Hi, I'm Moonlight and today, I present to my favourite group of silly middle-aged british men whom I'm obsessed with. I give you the characteristics of the boys which I focus on the most and the names I refer to our arti monkees as; consider this a dictionary <3

I. YELLAM’O DRAWDE SALOHCIN

nicholas edward o'malley

july 5, 1985 (happy birthday n)

oldest of the group, bass and vocals

dvd (deep voice daddy)

“i think that's more a mental health issue than a superstition”

quiet but when he talks, it's 99% proven to be sexual

lives in the basement

background character

goddess amongst man

🐧

eyes eyes eyes

curls curls curls

don't bother him he's just chilling and being a goddess

nicky, NEO (initials), yellamo,

II. EX PORNSTAR

james robert cook

july 8, 1985 (hbd in advance 🍪)

second oldest, rhythm guitar and ex-vocals

legend

unhinged

“jameh don't be a cracko”

will destroy you

chaotic evil

🍪

underrated

red™

screws up on the guitar aLOT

jameh, cookie (-dough/cutter)

III. SIMP

alexander david turner

january 6, 1986 (happy belated birthday m'luv)

second youngest, guitar, songwriter and vocals (also frontman)

becomes a different person every album

shy bbg acting like a bad boy

“you could say they're selling like ghost cookies”

dry

accent 101

dependency issues

sex god

just a sweetheart

fuckable

subby lemur boy

big words

huge nose

pathetic boy charm and autistic tendencies

alix, al, ally, lexi

IV. AGILE BEAST

matthew j. helders iii

may 7, 1986 (happy belated birthday)

youngest, drums and vocals

god

bullied

“I WANNA ROCK AND ROLL”

alex’s babysitter

vlogger

only human who knows technology

precious

▶️

does not age

girl dad

matthew, mattel, god helders

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lonely-simp · 1 year

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Arctic Monkeys Concert

GUYS GUYS GUYS

ALOT OF YOU DON'T KNOW BUT I AM ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH ARCTIC MONKEYS.

BITCHES, I GOT TICKETS TO SWANSEA, AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW.

WHO ELSE IS GOING TO SWANSEA, I NEED TO KNOW!???

Edit: Also really nervous because of the travel. If i get train it'll be super late, if I ask someone, they might not want to travel almost 4 fricking hours by car

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sias-swthrt · 5 months

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Music Festival [ 2014 Alex Turner X Female Lana del rey Fan] - Not my gif, From Readers POV

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A woman was at the barricade of the stage leaning on it, waiting for the festival to begin taking in all of the adrenaline. She quickly caught the attention of some stupid man. Well most men are but this man was one of the headliners that night. He approached her in his sunglasses and hair full of gel.

“Well hello lady, can I get your number?” The man asked, full of confidence in a British accent. The woman looked back at him swearing that she has seen him a thousand times somewhere,She fixed her top then turned to him and responded. “Well um…” She hesitated. “Listen, i’ll give it to you if you put me on your shoulders during Lana del rey’s set. Then you got yourself a deal.” She spoke without hesitation unaware what she was getting herself into.

During the set she was on his shoulders singing Ultraviolence as Lana del rey performed on the stage. She would occasionally touch his gel filled hair making sure they all stay together. During the final song she finally gave him her number, then kissing her before he ran off.

The next performer ran onto the stage. The lead singer spoke “My apologies for being late” He spoke as he put his guitar around him. “I had a pretty woman around my shoulders.” The crowd screamed, He was looking at me with his hair no filled with sweat and his face all red

Oh shit. He’s talking about me.

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[ Im litterally a Girlblogger, Why am I posting this. I wrote this a good few months ago. Hope you enjoyed!!!]

#alex turner x reader #alex turner fanfic #alexander turner #girlblogging #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #manic pixie dream girl #im insane #arctic monkeys #the last shadow puppets #avyfics

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maribellablack · 1 year

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