An homage to Tears for Fears
The Sun King and The Fish Out of Water-
They are the sun and the sea and a more perfectly balanced, truer friendship has never existed. They are Roland and Curt. RolandandCurt. RolandandCurt. Tears for Fears. Playing acoustic guitars and rockin 'concerts until the day is done. Laughing and smoking and singing until the early morning light, together forever. They’re sitting in a booth at a diner one day and Curt taps a straw against the salt shaker in a beat and Roland starts to sing a tune and Curt harmonizes and soon they’re off, creating and laughing, loving, living. And Curt loves to dance and Roland really can't but that doesn't stop them, twirling around the studio together, heads tilted back in laughter and they upset Manny’s cup of coffee and ruin a bunch of sheet music but who can be mad because its Roland and Curt. RolandandCurt. RolandandCurt. Creating and laughing, loving, living.
But what happens when the sun sets and the tide goes out?
It is lonely in the studio. No Tears for Fears. No Curt. Only Roland remains, strumming his guitar, but hes too mad, too fucking angry at Curt because how could he leave just leave him? And the guitar ends up shattered on the floor but its okay because its not his favorite one anyway. No. That one hangs on the wall. Untouched.
And Roland screams. He screams and wails and kicks the floor and the wall and he pounds all his anger and rage and sadness into the keys and soon a song is created but its not one like the others. Its not sweet and its not soft and most of all it doesn't have Curts rich tenor singing along. Roland rips the paper to shreds. But he is still so angry. And he writes songs and hides behind fake smiles but hes not happy. Not really. And after a rough night at a bar, and an altercation with a man who asked him where Curt was and why he wasn't with him anymore, Roland stumbles into the studio, a little tipsy, but with an idea. And its been so long since hes written but the words come at him so fast, almost pouring onto the page and the melody is like a bath, almost drowning him with intensity and soon he has a full album, but it seems to be missing something.
So Roland carefully lifts his acoustic guitar off the wall and sits down on his couch. And he starts slow, strumming gently until a tendril of notes seem to reach for him. So Roland plays and he sings. And slowly, a song forms. An angry song to some, but really a plea from Roland. Only four years pass when he gets an answer. And for the first time since he was left, abandoned, Roland feels his smiles are not as forced.
The reunion is tentative, slow. But Roland hasn't smiled so much since Curt left and somehow he knows his friend feels the same. His laughter is light, easier and Curt swears he hasn't enjoyed himself this much in so long. The unspoken words hang between them but neither speak. They just smile at the other. And it isn't long before they slip back into their old routine, united and brothers again.
They are the sun and the sea and a more perfectly balanced, truer friendship has never existed. They are Roland and Curt. RolandandCurt. RolandandCurt. Tears for Fears. Creating and laughing, loving, living. And the world is all the better for it.
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Geneuary prompt Mermaid / Magical
People I can not tell you how happy I am with how this one turned out >w<
I'll be honest... I forget today was prompt day XD I didn't find out until I saw @golden--doodler post (beutiful drawing by the way)
And talking about golden doodler thanks her for this one cause I was actually not gonna post anything for mermaid XD for real I decided to let 2 prompt out for different reasons and this was one of them.
I didn't know what I wanted to draw on this one, magical was too general for my brain and mermaid was the one that caught my attention the most. But didn't know what I wanted to do with it.
But then golden made me think in the Little Mermaid, and Gene and Rudy been Little Mermaid fans, and they bonding over the Little Mermaid, and this practically drew by itself... and I had to add a jelous Louise, cause I have to.
Gene is always stealing his mans, first Bob and now Rudy XD (Spaghetti Western and Meatballs reference) (of of my fav episodes)
So yeah.
Did I color it this way cause I had short time? Actually no, which made me very proud.
I really envisioned like this, since I made that Jimmy Jr x Zeke piece (you youngsters say Jimmy Jr/Zeke) I wanted to do something similar... if you dont know about what drawing am I talking about thats alright is a little old 😅
But yeah, really like this one, could be my actual fav, if I do say so myself (see I do one nice thing and it goes straight to my head 🙄)
Oh and the text is in spanish cause this is from my childhood memories and as a child if I heard the smallest word in english I would burst into tears... I was englishfobic as a child. The irony.
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needy - m.o
Another emergency Drabble because he is stuck in my head and I am a lover and delulu ✨❤️ - had this idea stuck in my head all morning at work so this is what I wrote instead of paying attention teehee it’s okay I’m ahead of schedule
Husband!Samu cause oh dear he’d be so good to me cause I said so <3
wc - 448 // unedited as always sorry babes it’ll happen one day i promise // gender neutral (you are called Love! He loves you! So much!)
It’s early. Too early. The smallest creak in your floorboards woke you up, right when your sleep cycle was nearing its end. How unfortunate. Your bleary eyes barely made out the large red numbers on your alarm clock. 05:30. You internally jumped up for joy. You still had another two hours before you needed to get up. You proceeded to turn your body to find your husband and curl back up for sleep, only to be met with an empty bed. You furrowed your brow, fisting his side of the sheets, confirming what you already knew: he wasn’t there. Through your foggy and sleep-ridden mind, you made your way out of your bedroom, searching for your lover.
The sky was still cloudy and grey; a blue hue painted your living room in exhaustion and melancholy. Lights were still off, save for the kitchen, where Osamu was making coffee. You shuffled over to him quietly and wrapped your arms around his middle. He flinched, startled, before he settled one of his hands on yours. His tummy rumbled with his laughter.
“Good morning to you too.” He kissed the back of your hand, turning around to greet you with another to your forehead. “What are y’a doin’ up? You still have some time before y’a need to get ready for work.”
You whined, burying your face into his chest. He cradled the back of your head and pressed another lingering kiss to the top of your head. “Love? You alright?”
“Don’t leave yet…” you drawled. He smiled sympathetically at you. He typically didn’t need to go in before 7, unless he was catering. To your misfortune, he had a large party to prepare for today. “Just… need cuddles for a few more minutes…”
“Awe, what, feeling a bit needy this morning? Need yer big strong man to spoil you a little?” He teased. You sheepishly nodded and his heart melted. Osamu squeezed you closer before picking you up, coffee long forgotten. You wrapped your legs around his waist, grazing your fingers over his recently buzzed undercut, and he carried you over to the couch. He kept you close, rubbing your back, and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He murmured his devotion for you between planting kisses on your temple and cheeks. You felt sleep overtaking you once more, and you left a kiss on his shoulder.
“I love you Samu…” you drooled. He smiled, and left a warm trail of kisses up your neck and behind your jaw before whispering, “I love you more.”
He carried you back to bed and tucked you in, leaving one final kiss on the crown of your head.
“Sweet dreams, my love.”
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