Tommy Iommi: "What Should We Call Our Band, Mate?"

the way myles gets all clingy and borderline stalkerish during lost inside the girl>>>>>>>

STOPPP ILY (my no 1 fan fr)

𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕

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you sleeping on top of myles as he talks to you in your sleep (myles pov)

the only sound in the room was her soft breathing as she slept. it was one of my favourite sounds in the world. 

I held my arms around her as she lay on top of me, in a deep and peaceful sleep. she looked so relaxed, and I couldn't help but admire her.

“you're so gorgeous when you sleep darling,” my voice was barely a whisper, not wanting to wake her, but I needed to say it. regardless of whether or not she could hear me, I was going to tell her.

I gently stroked her hair as she slept, feeling the soft strands between my fingers. she was always so beautiful, but especially when she slept. 

“I love you so much baby, so so much,” I continued to softly and quietly talk to her in her sleep, not expecting an answer, but still talking anyway. 

whenever she fell asleep on me, my eyes never left her. she was my everything, and I couldn't bring myself to look away, even for a second. her breathing filled the room, it being in slow and even breaths, and a small smile crept onto my face.

“you're so beautiful love, i love it when you sleep on top of me,” I continued playing with her hair as she slept, feeling her chest rising and falling against my body, her arms loosely around me. I continued to look down at her, falling more and more in love with her with every second I spent looking at her.

the way her arms felt around my body. the way she always had one leg up when she slept. the way she occasionally mumbled. the way her hair was always perfect and soft. the way her entire body was close to me, not leaving even an inch of space between us. everything about her made me go crazy for her.

“I love you so much darling, so so much. I know you won't hear this right now, but you mean everything to me,” as quiet as my words and voice were, I couldn't have been more honest and true with them. 

I felt her stirring slightly, wondering if she had started to wake up, but when she went still again after a few moments, I knew she was still asleep. I kept stroking her hair and tracing her skin, loving the way it felt under my fingers.

after a few more minutes, she stirred again, and I continued to look down at her as she slowly opened her eyes, looking up at me.

“you have a good sleep love?”

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"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.

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topless myles kennedy is my favorite myles kennedy.

stoppppp im about to cryyy

Hi, I had thought a story between James Hetfield ( maybe in the 90s) x wife!reader based on the song "November rain" by Guns N' Roses.

I wish it was sad ( I know, I like sad things. That's why i chose this wonderful song) I hope you like this idea.

Lots of love

I’ve ALWAYS wanted to do a fic based on a song… but- I think this turned out pretty weak and probably not what you were looking for (I had a little bit or writers block but that didn’t stop me from at least delivering SOMETHING

𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ¹⁹⁹⁷

I was standing in the kitchen, lost in clattering dishes and the slosh of the dishwasher. Mundane sounds from every day created a comfortable background, but then one new, soft, very familiar melody crawled inside.

It was the opening piano notes of "November Rain" by Guns n' Roses, right there, laid out, a song that I hadn’t heard in a while.

Curiously, I dried my hands on the dish towel and followed the sound. It led down the hallway, past the living room, and toward the nursery.

With every step, the sweet melody became more clear, pulling at memories long tucked away for safe keeping.

I paused at the nursery door, letting the soft glowing nightlight bleed into the quiet hallways. Inside, I peeked inside, only to feel my heart squeeze in my chest.

James sat in the rocking chair, holding our baby daughter in his arms. His head was only slightly bowed, watching her as he softly crooned the words of the song.

His voice, which was normally gritty and powerful, was so loving and soothing now, curling itself around the words in a way that I knew he’d only ever do for his child.

"Sometimes I need some time on my own," he sang, the lines laced delicately with love. "Sometimes I need some time all alone."

I slipped quietly into the room, not wanting to break their moment, yet not able to walk away. James looked up and directly at me, he beamed humbly, continuing to sing, eyes never leaving mine.

I moved closer, where I could see how our daughter's small fingers were locked onto one of his. She stared up at him with wide, saucer eyes.

"This song," he whispered, then stopped singing and smiled. "Ahhh, it reminds me so much of your mommy. Do you know that I danced to this song with your mommy when we first met?” He cooed to her.

That night is as fresh in my mind as if it was only yesterday, the way he pulled me onto the dance floor despite my protests, how I was so glad he did, because I fell so in love with him.

"We were at this dive bar," James went on, gently rocking. "Your mommy didn't want to dance at first. But I wouldn't take no for an answer. Then this song came on and, man, I think she changed her mind. And now look, we’ve got you."

It brought tears to my eyes. He looked down at our daughter, his face soft.

"Your mommy looked so beautiful that night," he whispered. "She still does, every day. This song became our song. And now, it's yours, too sweetheart."

He eyes fluttered, tiny breaths evening out, and she slipped off to sleep at his voice.

"I know it's hard to keep an open heart," he sang, his eyes meeting mine again. "When even friends seem out to harm you. But if you could heal a broken heart, wouldn't time be out to charm you?"

The words seemed to take a new meaning for me standing there, our love, and the new life brought into this world together.

The music finally stopped, and James rose his gaze to mine, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I love you," he said so easily, like smooth melting butter. "I love you more every day."

I walked over to him, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "I love you too," I whispered. "So much."

He carefully shifted our daughter to one side so I could sit beside him on the arm of the rocking chair. I perched there, wrapping one arm about his shoulders while resting my head against him.

Together we watched our daughter sleep, her tiny chest steady rise and fall.

Myles' attempt at throwing gang signs? 😂 Mark's face is like "WTF?"

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i love pinterest for preventing me from saving pins i have already saved and forgot i did

That awkward interview where Myles talks about ear plugs as "Sonic condoms" and immediately regrets his choice of words