Hi!
While perusing the lovely young Jensen photos you've shared, I noticed that you mentioned that you recently (?) found Radio Company and that's why you were sharing Jensen Ackles content. I gotta ask, did you know who he was before? And how did you learn about Radio Company? I'm just curious about how different people find themselves pulled into his orbit.
(For me it was Supernatural, although I knew him from his work on Dark Angel before that.)
Hey there!
Oh yeah I knew who he was, you don’t have a tumblr blog in the years 2011-2014 and not know who jackles is. I’d seen some of supernatural years ago, but he was Just Some Actor, no big deal (although I have always referred to him as illegally good looking) I’d even heard him sing (Angeles) but again I wasn’t fussed on it. Actually the first time I ever saw him was on the Australian show Good News Week and I always remembered how awkward that entire segment was. (Poor dude)
When I came back to tumblr a few years ago and after I started following a few spn blogs in the wake of 5 November I started hearing about Radio Company and knew they were somehow associated with Jensen but I didn’t think much beyond that until an IRL friend of mine who is a big spn fan mentioned them and said they seemed like my kind of thing.
That happened to be a couple of days before the city grown willow film clip got released. I watched that, and sounds of someday came on YouTube right after. That was about a minute in when I decided it was decent enough to buy the album, but genuinely not expecting much from it as I own a lot of actor-based albums and almost universally they’ve been “meh”.
30 seconds into cannonball I was in love. And unfortunately I’m a sucker for a good looking guy with musical talent so it was all over for me and I started looking to see what he’d done other than spn.
Then one day I found a blog that had young photos of him and when reading about the research that was going into it I reached out to jarchaeology to ask if she would be interested in some things that I could access as a librarian (not sure if this was before or after I tracked down a copy of his song from the Beatles soap sessions cd and sent it to her) and a beautiful friendship began.
And as for the slides etc… well I’m a Virgo librarian with a reasonably large disposable income. I like to collect. And of course I’m going to share them with jarchy because she put me onto it.
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rivusa + musician au?? 👀👀
“Here I got you a drink, maybe you can use it to douse those murderous laser beams you’re shooting at Riv? You should know how meet and greets are by now.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Musa ignored the cup in Sky’s hand, eyes narrowing when she noticed the blonde scoot closer to Riven. And maybe it was wishful thinking, but Musa thought she saw him lean the opposite way in response. “Isn’t it the manager’s job to make sure groupies don’t cause a scene? You know, snipping locks of hair, stealing jewelry and such.”
Sky sounded amused. “Uh, nope, that’s the body guard’s job. So maybe you can go glare daggers from over there and let me get back to it?”
But she barely heard him, hearing only the sound of the blonde’s high pitched giggle as she leaned even closer and held Riven’s bicep. Before she realized what she was doing, she unceremoniously stomped over to the pair — ignoring Riven’s confused “Hey, Muse, you okay?” — sat in his lap, cupped the back of his neck, and brought his lips straight to hers.
So much for not causing a scene, she thought, letting blaze of outraged murmurs and camera flashes fuel the fireworks igniting within her when he kissed her back.
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Funk-Inflicted | G | pure marshmallow fluff | musician Hob |
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Hob takes the stairs up to his apartment, smiling broadly and hefting his messenger bag a little higher up his shoulder. He’d gotten out of work early and he knew today was Dream’s day off, so he was eager to surprise him and spend the evening together.
As he gets to their floor, he hears music playing loud enough in one of the surrounding apartments to be heard– muffled– down the hallway. Hob’s ears perk at the familiar sound of trumpets blaring and a funky bass tune accompanying it.
A slow grin spreads across his face as he gets to Dream and his shared apartment, the source of the music discovered.
Hob slips his key into the lock and slowly pushes the door open, peeking his head inside and slowly stepping through the threshold. And what he sees nearly makes him fall sideways.
Dream is dancing to the music. Well, he’s trying to. Mostly he’s tossing his head from side to side as he sways with the broom in his hands akin to something Hob has seen in an 80s film.
Hob looks around briefly, noticing the spotless living room. Clearly he’d caught Dream going on a cleaning binge, but had gotten distracted while he swept. But it was obvious barely any sweeping was happening at all, if the way Dream began to shake his ass was any indication.
Hob’s heart fluttered in his chest, crossing his arms and fully relaxing against the wall, watching Dream move and getting lost in the music. Dream was always a vision, effortlessly beautiful, but also prideful, serious, only ever loosening up when he was alone with Hob. And so seeing him like this, defenses down, twisting the broom in his hands like a tango partner, nearly made Hob laugh with joy. Hob was in love with the goofiest contradiction on the planet.
Dream brings the broom handle towards his mouth like a microphone and parts his lips to sing along to the chorus as it comes up,
“Why, it's a pleasure to meet ya
You look like one incredible creature…”
Hob bites his lip to keep from laughing. Dream was singing to Hob’s music. His lyrics. Singing along to a song Hob had written after the night they’d first met.
“Wanna treat you fine, let's dance and grind
Get so funk-inflicted, it's a crime…”
Hob’s huge smile simmered down as he took a deep breath through his nose, filling his chest, remembering how Dream had looked that night, standing in the crowd, the only person in the dingy club not dancing. But staring up at Hob like they were the only people in the room.
“You're divine you're sublime and well you blow my mind, ay– AH! Jesus Christ Hob–!!”
Dream had finally spotted him, stumbling backwards and eyes blown wide in shock.
Hob finally allowed the laugh that he’d been keeping down to fill his lungs and flood past his lips, his arms tightening around his middle and tipping forward with it.
“Fuck! Stop laughing at me!” Dream screeched, a deep shade of pink blooming on his neck and ears as he dropped the broom and ran to turn the music down. “Why are you home so early??”
Hob got himself under control, wiping the corners of his eyes as he finally dropped his bag and approached Dream.
“They let me out early. And I wasn’t laughing at you,” Hob said, his smile still wide and goofy as he took Dream by the hand and pulled him forward.
“Sure sounded like laughter,” Dream muttered, petulant now, unable to meet Hob’s eyes.
Hob hummed, vaguely paying attention to the progression of the music playing at a more reasonable level around them.
“I laughed because I’m happy.” Hob brought both of his hands around Dream’s face and encouraged him to meet his gaze. “You make me so happy,” he gave Dream a quick kiss on the lips. “You make me laugh,” another kiss. Hob could feel the tension slowly melt away as Dream kissed back. “And seeing you sing and dance to a song I wrote about you is a little surreal…”
Dream swallowed, slowly opening his eyes as Hob pulled away to slide his hands down Dream’s shoulders, arms, taking his hands. Hob raises one brow and grins again as he sings along to the upcoming verse.
“Well alright, he ignites when we hit the floor…”
Hob steps from side to side, encouraging Dream to move again, who only laughs gently, his eyes rolling up to the ceiling, but he acquiesces anyway, smiling easily.
“... Like the vroom on a super Commodore…”
Hob swaps his hold on Dream’s hands for his waist and Dream follows along, wrapping his arms around Hob’s neck and allowing himself to be swayed.
“...Now if it makes a good story, well it's just worthwhile
With him is like dealing stories in a sprinkler style…”
Dream snorts and Hob spins them, unable to not wear his heart on his sleeve, eyes focused only on the vision before him, and finally crooning one more line before leaning in for a proper kiss.
“You’re so sly.”
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the song Dream is dancing to (and yes, TCE is totally Hob's band)
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3, 11, 20!!! 💝
thank you for these, anon 💕🌈
3. what other labels have you used other than your current ones?
bi, ace, lesbian...i don't use these for myself anymore. i've grown into the idea that i can be as ambiguous as i want, even within myself. i don't need to know exactly what i am. there are no rules. so i prefer queer now.
11. have a childhood crush that you didn’t realize was a crush until later in life?
winona ryder in the 1994 little women (jo march my beloved), though i also wanted to be her. in real life, i suppose i had that sort of attachment to my friends that is unique queer kids. there was a girl in middle school i very much wanted to be friends with, but looking back, it probably wasn't just that. but the main one i became aware of while i was still in high school, a sort of slowly growing into myself, i guess. i'd always wanted to be close friends, i just realised i also loved her in more than one way.
20. describe your type in a haiku
have not written one of these in a hot minute! and my type is more of a vibe than anything, but here goes:
infectious laugh, an
artist's mind and soft, thick hair;
quiet, patient, kind.
for the gay ask game
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tag dump.
i. ⠀⠀ “⠀no.1 dick grayson liker⠀ : ⠀⠀ ooc.
ii. ⠀⠀ “⠀your strength is in your weakness⠀ : ⠀⠀ character study.
iii. ⠀⠀ “⠀bird’s eye view⠀ : ⠀⠀ musing.
iv. ⠀⠀ “⠀ shepherd of the damned ⠀ : ⠀⠀ promo.
v. ⠀⠀ “⠀you can always learn to fly⠀ : ⠀⠀ inbox.
vi. ⠀⠀ “⠀pretend you’re like a feather⠀ : ⠀⠀ answered.
vii. ⠀⠀ “⠀can’t clip these wings⠀ : ⠀⠀ reply.
viii. ⠀⠀ “⠀master of the trapeze⠀ : ⠀⠀ dash games.
ix. ⠀⠀ “⠀breathing in applause⠀ : ⠀⠀ memes.
x. ⠀⠀ “⠀familiar taste of poison⠀ : ⠀⠀ nsfw.
xi. ⠀⠀ “⠀runaway at heart⠀ : ⠀⠀ headcanons.
xii. ⠀⠀ “⠀the wings of icarus⠀ : ⠀⠀ comic panels.
a. ⠀⠀ “⠀letter to his father⠀ : ⠀⠀ bruce&dick.
b. ⠀⠀ “⠀of bats and birds⠀ : ⠀⠀ bat-siblings.
c. ⠀⠀ “⠀forever and always⠀ : ⠀⠀ donna&dick.
d. ⠀⠀ “⠀you were my robin⠀ : ⠀⠀ damian&dick.
e. ⠀⠀ “⠀arrow’s wing⠀ : ⠀⠀ roy&dick.
connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.blood-son⠀ : ⠀⠀ robin v.
connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.pistoiet⠀ : ⠀⠀ the black widow.
connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.taissakingston ⠀ : ⠀⠀ mutant musician / activist.
connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.pennyw0rth ⠀ : ⠀⠀ penny-one.
connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.daring-archer ⠀ : ⠀⠀ arsenal.
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