i'm not trying to wake you up

HANNAH. littledivinity. HANNAHHHHH. I have things in this post here that are relevant to your interests. I was going to email them to you, but I thought other people might be interested too. BUT YOU WILL BE THE MOST INTERESTED, SO I HAD TO GET YOUR ATTENTION. DID IT WORK?

Right, so I know I haven't mentioned Kings of Leon in forever, but they had a big article in Q magazine a while ago, and it's definitely worth mentioning. I couldn't be bothered reading it at first, and then I remembered that Q is the magazine that's given us the most incestuous material to work with for Caleb and Nathan, and so I thought I'd check it out. AND ALL OF A SUDDEN I'M REMINDED WHY I LOVE THEM/SHIP IT SO MUCH.

First of all, we know that Arizona (link to lyrics) is about a prostitute that Caleb randomly fell in love with because she was too pretty to be a prostitute or something. BUT DID WE KNOW THAT NATHAN HAD SEX WITH THAT PROSTITUTE? I DON'T THINK WE DID.

Isn't 'Arizona' about a prostitute?
That's actually a terrible story during our heyday. Me and Nathan decided to have some fun. There was talk of a brothel in the desert somewhere. It's not a lavish tale about being with a prostitute. It broke my heart when I walked in and saw this really pretty girl. She could've been doing anything with her life. Something must've happened to her to make her think all she could do was sell herself. I ended up leaving without having sex.

What happened before you left?
I did go in with a girl but I couldn't perform. He [Nathan] was with the girl that broke my heart. I barely got my boots off. It had killed the vibe of the night for me. That was the saddest thing I've ever seen. Still is.

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The rest of the interview is less interesting (/things I've read before), but if you want to read it in its entirety, the scans I found are here.

I WISH I COULD FORM THE MASSES OF VAGUELY-LINKED FICLETS I HAVE INTO AN ACTUAL STORY.

In other news, I feel like Formspringing tonight. I totally forgot it existed until yesterday and now I feel like answering questions. :) You know the drill - ask me anything!

Posting this real quick before I go.

You probably have no idea who these people are. Jessie Baylin is a singer and Nathan Followill's fiancée, and Lily Aldridge is a model and Caleb Followill's girlfriend:



Idk I feel like visuals are necessary for this one:



This fic started out because I wanted to write about pretty girls kissing, and then Caleb/Nathan became a sidepairing and everything got angsty. I don't think I have any further explanation. I also don't think there is anywhere in the world that I can crosspost this. OH WELL.

Title: stumbling through our sad parade
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Jessie Baylin/Lily Aldridge, hints at Caleb Followill/Nathan Followill
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Real person femslash, hints at incest
Summary: A shiver runs through Lily as she realises they're in this together, involved with these hot-headed boys she has to admit she really knows very little about. And this girl she hardly knows is the only person in her life who understands what she's going through.
A/N: Title from 'Was I On Your Mind' by Jessie Baylin.

( The evening draws in and Lily watches from under the shade of the willow trees as people carry on playing in the creek. )

I just watched an interview of Caleb and Nathan during which they were lying on a bed together. Thank you, Youtube recommendations, you know what I like to see.

It's pretty dull all in all but at the end, Caleb talks about how he wanted to write love songs, but about 'real love, you know, old love' and is gesturing to Nathan the whole time. I think maybe he's actually kinda pointing over his shoulder to illustrate that he means the ~past and how love used to be, but...whatever. SUBLIMINAL MESSAGING.

Also, Caleb does a killer Bob Dylan impression.

HOLD UP. HOLD UP, YOU GUYS. ♥_♥

CALEB AND NATHAN HAVE MATCHING TATTOOS.

!!!



Okay, so Nathan's is totally black and Caleb's has some weird sketchy thing going on but stiiill omg.

( Also this, because I'm a dork. )