Rob-Davis

Reverend Gary Davis (April 30, 1896 – May 5, 1972)

Blues and gospel singer and guitarist, who was also proficient on the banjo, guitar and harmonica. His fingerpicking guitar style influenced many other artists. (Wikipedia)

Portrait of blues musician Reverend Gary Davis, with guitar. Printed on front: “Rev. Gary Davis. M.A. Greenhill, mgr. Folklore Productions, 176 Federal Street, Boston 10, Mass. HUbbard 2-1827. Handwritten on back: "Rev. Gary Davis.”

  • Courtesy of the E. Azalia Hackley Collection of African Americans in the Performing Arts, Detroit Public Library
zach dempsey: forever missing her

Request: “ The reader is a musician, but no one had never seen her perform… Not even Zach, whom had a crush on her since they were kids… And she performs in the front of the whole school”
“The reader was her best friend and she is beating herself because she thinks she could have done something to stop Hannah… And she always had a crush on Zach and Zach likes her too, they’re friends but their relationship is affected because the reader gets to know about the tapes”
@ the-mormon-girl-in-the-books

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 4

Gif: –

A/N: These were two different requests, but I liked the idea of them together. I will make multiple parts, so be sure to follow!


Shadows settle on the place, that you left
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness
Destroy the middle, it’s a waste of time
From the perfect start to the finish line

And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones
‘Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong

We are the reckless
We are the wild youth
Chasing visions of our futures
One day we’ll reveal the truth
That one will die before he gets there

And if you’re still bleeding, you’re the lucky ones
‘Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone
We’re setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home
It was a flood that wrecked this

Well I’ve lost it all, I’m just a silhouette
A lifeless face that you’ll soon forget
My eyes are damp from the words you left
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest

And if you’re in love, then you are the lucky one
'Cause most of us are bitter over someone
Setting fire to our insides for fun
To distract our hearts from ever missing them
But I’m forever missing
her.


You strummed your guitar, ending the song. The school applauded your performance. You wiped the treat off your cheek.

“Thank you, y/n,” Principle Bolan stated. “That was a beautiful song in memory of Hannah Baker.”

The assembly ended with a moment of silence. Everyone was released from school. You stayed behind, packing up your guitar and putting away the amplifiers.

“Hey,” Zach approached you. You nodded at him.  He stood in silence, sensing that you didn’t really want to talk.

“So,” he trailed. “Your song was beautiful. I know Hannah would’ve liked it.”

You nodded, not really acknowledging him. Ever since Tony told you about the tapes and let you listen to them, you haven’t been yourself. You definitely haven’t looked at everyone the same- especially Zach. You carried your case, putting your sunglasses on when you exited the gym. You heard him chase behind you.

“Hey, y/n,” Zach called.

You got to your car, opening the trunk. You stored your guitar, moving around boxes and trash.

“Y/n,” Zach breathed. “Is everything okay?”

You looked into his eyes, seeing genuine hurt from your ignorance toward him. You felt your heart soften.

“I’m fine, Zach,” you sighed. “I just… I gotta get home.”

He nodded, gripping his backpack strap. He began to walk away when you got into the driver’s seat. You couldn’t drive away, though. You felt your body numb when you saw the necklace from Hannah hanging on your mirror.

You dropped your face into your hand, sobbing heavily into your palms. It was like yesterday that she sat in your passenger’s, singing with you to the radio.

You heard your passenger door open, seeing Zach sitting beside you. You blinked, removing tears, sniffling into your sleeve.

“What are you doing here?” You asked. He closed his eyes.

He reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. He then pulled out a folded piece of paper.

“I need to tell you something.”