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thepastisalreadywritten · 4 months

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Despite what the song says, a kiss isn’t always just a kiss.

A kiss can be political, because it’s the first of its kind or because it’s between two heads of state.

A kiss can also become iconic when it’s captured on film, even if the kiss itself was invasive and unwanted.

With that in mind, here’s a list of some of the most memorable kisses in history.

Scholars debate whether kissing began as a trend that spread around the globe, or sprung up organically in different regions.

Whatever the case, the earliest known written mentions of it are in Vedic Sanskrit scriptures circa 1500 B.C., according to research by Vaughn Bryant, an anthropology professor at Texas A&M University.

These scriptures, known as the Vedas, were foundational to the religion of Hinduism.

After that, kissing continued to appear in ancient Indian and Hindu literature.

The Mahabharata, a Sanskrit epic compiled by the 4th century A.D., has a line in which someone “set her mouth to my mouth and made a noise that produced pleasure in me.”

The Kama Sutra, an ancient Sanskrit text on eroticism and love, also has a chapter on kissing that identifies different methods of kissing and types of kisses.

Kissing isn’t just a romantic act. It can also be a sign of friendship or betrayal.

In the Gospels of Matthew and Mark, written circa the 1st century, Judas betrays Jesus by identifying him with a kiss so that armed men can take him away and eventually kill him.

Judas’ kiss has since become a popular storytelling allusion.

It may have inspired the “kiss of death” that appears in mafia literature and film (but was probably never an actual mafia practice).

Perhaps the most famous example is in The Godfather Part II, when Al Pacino’s character gives his brother Fredo the kiss of death for betraying him.

The first people to smooch on film were May Irwin and John C. Rice, who appeared in a short film known variously as May Irwin kiss, Kiss, or The Kiss.

In 1896, the two performers went to Thomas Edison’s studio in New Jersey and reenacted their final kiss scene from a play they were putting on in New York City.

On stage, no one thought the kiss was that sensational. But many felt the close-up footage of them kissing was too risqué.

In 1898, black performers Saint Suttle and Gertie Brown starred in a short film titled ''Something Good-Negro Kiss,'' the first film to show Black Americans kissing.

In 2017, film historians rediscovered the footage, which was filmed by a white man named William Selig in Chicago.

“There’s a performance there because they’re dancing with one another, but their kissing has an unmistakable sense of naturalness, pleasure and amusement as well,” Allyson Nadia Field, a professor of cinema and media studies at the University of Chicago who helped identify the film, said in a university press release.

“It is really striking to me, as a historian who works on race and cinema, to think that this kind of artifact could have existed in 1898.”

On the morning of 14 August 1945, patients burst into Greta Zimmer’s Manhattan office claiming the war in Japan was over.

The Austrian immigrant wasn’t sure what to think, so on her lunch break, she went to Times Square in her white dental assistant’s uniform to see what the news ticker said.

The atmosphere there was celebratory. The ticker confirmed that it was indeed V-J Day, and World War II was over.

As Zimmer looked away from the ticker, a Navy sailor named George Mendonsan — who’d started drinking early and mistook Zimmer for a nurse — ran up and aggressively kissed her, leaving his girlfriend behind.

Zimmer struggled to push the stranger off, and they parted ways.

But unbeknownst to both of them, photographers Alfred Eisenstaedt and Victor Jorgensen had each captured the moment, as recounted in The Kissing Sailor: The Mystery Behind The Photo That Ended World War II.

Eisenstaedt’s photo became one of the most iconic WWII images in U.S. history, in part because viewers mistook it for a picture of a Naval officer and nurse celebrating together.

The photo has also stirred controversy, as many people have claimed over the years to be the couple in the image, while others point out that it depicts a nonconsensual moment.

Zimmer said in an interview with the Library of Congress in 2005:

“It wasn’t my choice to be kissed...the guy just came over and kissed or grabbed!”

When William Shatner and Nichelle Nichols kissed on a 1968 episode of Star Trek, it was not technically the first interracial kiss on U.S. television.

But it was the one that seemed to have the most cultural impact.

In the episode, titled “Plato’s Stepchildren,” Captain James Kirk and Officer Nyota Uhura encounter aliens who force them to kiss each other through telekinesis.

In Nichols’ book Beyond Uhura: Star Trek and Other Memories, she recalls that NBC was worried how white Americans would react to the scene, so they asked the actors to film two scenes: one with a kiss and one without a kiss.

However, Nichols and Shatner purposefully messed up all of the kissless takes in order to ensure that NBC aired the kissing scene.

During the Cold War, leaders of communist states often greeted each other with what’s called the “socialist fraternal kiss.”

This could be on the cheek or the mouth, but the most famous example is French photographer Régis Bossu’s 1979 picture of the Soviet Union’s Leonid Brezhnev and East Germany’s Erich Honecker kissing on the mouth.

The kiss occurred when Brezhnev visited East Berlin to celebrate the 30th anniversary of the German Democratic Republic (i.e., East Germany).

When the Berlin Wall came down in 1989, the Soviet artist Dmitri Vrubel recreated the image in a mural on the wall’s east side.

He captioned it: “My God, Help Me to Survive This Deadly Love.”

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evilthotiana · 1 month

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Ive always held the opinion that swifties heads would explode if they heard Merzbow, Boredoms, Gerogerigegege, Coil, Throbbing Gristle, Whitehouse, Nurse with Wound, Einstürzende Neubauten, Brainbombs, Egor Letov, Death in June, Current 93, La Monte Young, Moondog, Lou Harrison, Henry Cowell, Luigi Russolo, Popol Vuh, Fishmans, Jean Jacques Perrey, Les Rallizes Dénudés, Rainbow Caroliner, Taj Mahal Travellers, Fushitsusha, Peter Brötzmann, John Cage, Scott Walker, Unwound, Dead, Frank Zappa, Morton Feldman, Captain Beefheart, Pharoah Sanders, Albert Ayler, Ornette Coleman, Alice Coltrane, Arnold Schoenberg, Pierre Boulez, György Ligeti, Karlheinz Stockhausen, Nang Nang, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Nara Leão, Basic Channel, Raymond Scott, Delia Derbyshire, Daphne Oram, Noah Howard, Terry Riley, Peter Sotos, Lula Côrtes e Zé Ramalho, Boyd Rice, Mahmoud Ahmed, Henry Flynt, Kazumoto Endo, David Tudor, Aporea, Half Japanese, Mega Banton, Secret Chiefs 3, Keiji Haino, Ramleh, Otomo Yoshihide, John Zorn, Joe Meek, Robbie Basho, Phil Spector, Faxed Head, Harry Partch, Wesley Willis, Fred Frith, The Residents, Sun Ra, Sun City Girls, Hans Krüsi, Royal Trux, Jandek, Yat-Kha, Loren Mazzacane Connors, Pärson Sound, The Dead C, Comus, Cromagnon, Eliane Radigue, Arthur Doyle, Shizuka, The Red Krayola, Henry Cow, Magma, Opus Avantra, Pan.Thy.Monium., Murmuüre, Ksiezyc, Gong, Cukor Bila Smert', cLOUDDEAD, Muslimgauze and Kaoru Abe

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python333 · 9 months

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task force 141 getting gaslighted by [reader] — python333

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synopsis just as the title says, tf141 gets gaslighted by [reader]... nothing serious, dw!!

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

warnings gaslighting, but used in extremely stupid and unnecessary ways, 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], probably ooc but i'm a little more confident in this one than the last one!

note i'm so sorry that this is so long... it's like 3k+ words :{ and the soap and gaz sections are a majority of those words LMAO also tysm to the people who reblogged my last post?? thats so sweet?? im crying?? it was my first post too so i was just hdjsfhjdhsfjf tysm tysm!!

JOHN “BRAVO SIX” PRICE

➥ price is basically your dad atp.

➥ so it’s safe to say he knows about pretty much all of your weird little antics and shenanigans.

➥ this includes your tendency to gaslight people about the stupidest shit possible.

➥ trust him, he was a victim of this.

➥ the first time it happened, it was just too perfect of an opportunity for you to pass up.

➥ price was trying to eat his food in the mess hall, when you had sidled up right next to him at the small table he was eating at, and commented on his food choice.

➥ “Oh, nice. We got the same thing.” you’d said, setting down your tray of chicken, rice, and potatoes right next to price’s bowl of soup.

➥ at first, he thought you were just joking, and gave you an amused look and commented something along the lines of you being blind because you absolutely did not get the same thing as him.

➥ you take your gaslighting very seriously. this is not a joke.

➥ so you insist that you did in fact get the same thing, and you shoot a very confused look at him for good measure. your definitely-serious tone throws price off, because there’s no way you could possibly think you both actually got the same thing…

➥ … right?

➥ cue the rest of your lunch being spent alternating between eating your food and arguing that, “But we did get the same thing!” while price can only counter with, “No we did not!”

➥ now you may think that this is the point where you give up.

➥ it absolutely is not.

➥ see, price’s first mistake was giving you leeway to argue with him over this. his second mistake was suggesting that you ask someone to come over to the table and settle this by telling you both if you did get the same thing for lunch.

➥ naturally, you chose soap, because who else would encourage your bullshit with the same enthusiasm he does?

➥ long story short, he agrees to come over and settle the very weird argument you’ve started with price, and takes a very close look at both you and price’s chosen food items for the day and after you shoot him a glance that tells him everything he needs to know he confidently says, “Aye, these’re the same.”

➥ price has never recovered from the crisis he had after that entire interaction.

➥ so, the next time you do it, he knows exactly what to do.

—

When you sat down next to Price during lunch, he immediately got a sense of deja vu. Which is weird, because you sit next to him everyday, so what could possibly be different about today?

“Oh, nice. We got the same thing,” you’d commented offhandedly, setting down your tray of food, of which was just about the direct opposite of Price’s meal. Oh, so that’s why I feel like this has happened before. Price stared at your tray for a moment, flashbacks running through his mind, recalling his trauma from the last time this happened.

Then finally, cautiously, he agreed, “... Yeah. Whatta coincidence.”

You didn’t know if you should feel disappointed, happy, or shocked by him agreeing with you this time. You were fully prepared to pull Soap and Gaz aside to take a look at both of your trays of food and agree that they were the exact same meal, down to the portion sizes and everything. After a quick moment of thinking, you smile at him with the most innocent smile you can muster and eat your food, ignoring the sigh of relief Price lets out when you don’t begin to argue with him.

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JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH

➥ actively enjoys being gaslighted.

➥ in the sense of like, how many ways can he defend himself in ways you can’t argue with?

➥ he’s like the gaslighting victim version of markiplier with the whole ‘i’m not a masochist, i just wanna see how much pain i can handle’.

➥ so safe to say he very much encourages your gaslighting.

➥ the first time and only time you ever gaslighted him was when you were both hanging out in his room, both of you on your phones, soap watching ‘my babysitter’s a vampire’ after you told him you thought he’d enjoy watching it, and you scrolling through social media to pass the time.

➥ then, you got an idea.

➥ “Soap?” soap perks up at the sound of his name and hums in acknowledgement of you talking to him, “Have you finished that show I recommended to you yet?”

➥ “Nah, I’ve still got a few episodes left.” he’d responded.

➥ “Really? What season are you on?”

➥ “The last season, season two.”

➥ “... What do you mean the last season?”

➥ you two go back and forth, with you insisting that no, you told him to watch ‘the vampire diaries’, not ‘my babysitter’s a vampire’.

➥ the entire thing goes on for at least thirty minutes before soap sighs and insists that you’d told him to watch ‘my babysitter’s a vampire’ one last time, and you finally break.

➥ you break out into a small fit of laughter, and stop yourself to take a deep breath and admit, “Yeah, I did.”

➥ honestly, soap is very impressed by your determination to manipulate him. 10/10 would encourage you to do it again. in fact, will help you gaslight anyone you so please.

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You and Soap were sitting in his room, him on the bed and you on the floor sitting down on one of his pillows. You’d just been scrolling through any and all apps you had, even going through your photos app, bored out of your mind, when you suddenly got an idea. You turned off your phone and looked over at Soap.

“Soap?” He tapped on his phone screen to pause the show he was watching and hummed, looking over at you. “Have you finished that show I recommended to you yet?”

“Nah, I’ve still got a few episodes left,” he’d answered, sitting up and cracking his knuckles.

“Really?” you’d asked, feigning confusion, “What season are you on?”

“The last one, season two,” he replied, showing you his phone screen. You looked at it for a moment before drawing your eyebrows together in pseudo-confusion.

“... What do you mean the last season?” you’d asked, “There’s eight seasons.”

“Uhh…” Soap looked back at his phone screen, confused, and tapped his screen a few times before he shook his head, “Nay, there’re two seasons, c/n.”

“Are you watching the right show?” you’d asked, watching as Soap nods confidently, and yes. You had set down your phone, ready for this new form of entertainment.

“Yeah. My Babysitter’s a Vampire, right?” he said, hoping for confirmation that he’s watching the correct show. You slowly shake your head negatively.

“No, I told you that you should watch Vampire Diaries,” you’d clarified, watching as Soap started to disagree.

“Nay, ye told me tae watch the Babysitter one,” Soap argued, quickly pulling up his text messages with you, “I reckon I’d ken if ye told me tae watch Vampire Diaries.”

“Well, I did,” you argued back, “I told you, verbatim, ‘hey you should watch Vampire Diaries, I think you’d really like it, since you like making fun of old 2000s shows with me’. I texted you yesterday about it.”

Soap raised an eyebrow before he’d turned his phone to you, showing you your text messages from yesterday, where you definitely did not tell him to watch Vampire Diaries. You took a good look at the text messages, before looking up at Soap, concerned, “Are you okay? That clearly says what I said it says.”

Soap looked baffled, and it took everything in you not to laugh, “Nay, ye messaged me tae watch the Babysitter one, so I’m watchin’ the Babysitter one!”

You two went back and forth, arguing over what the text actually said. You’d constantly deny everything Soap saw and he’d argue back in the most flabbergasted tone that ‘Nay, it’s richt there, I ken I’m no’ goin’ daft!’ and you argued back that he’s definitely seeing things because how could he possibly be reading the text but see completely different words than what it actually says?

Eventually, you both stopped arguing, taking time to catch your breaths. You had taken one look at Soap’s miserable facial expression before breaking out into a small fit of laughter, giggles spilling from your lips as you tried to muffle them by putting your hand over your mouth.

“Ye ‘nd I baith ken that the text says you want me to watch My Babysitter’s a Vampire,” Soap breathed out, watching you try and muffle your laughter.

After you’d taken a moment to catch your breath, you admit, “Yeah, I know.”

Soap’s eyes widened and he immediately said, “So ye admit it?”

You nodded affirmatively and he groaned, flopping back down onto the bed, the action having made you giggle even more. “Ye’re a bampot,” he’d grumbled, though there was no serious anger or irritation behind his words.

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SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

➥ now why would you even try this, huh?

➥ have you MET the dude?

➥ he absolutely will not fall for it.

➥ he won’t encourage it, won’t argue with you, in fact he’ll shut you down with a simple “No.”

➥ you’re too scared to even try again after the first time you tried it.

➥ the first time you tried to gaslight him, you were both just walking down the hall together.

➥ you tried convincing him that gaz was off on a mission when you had just passed by him.

➥ the look he gave you… my god.

➥ “No he isn’t.” i’m so sorry please let me jump off a cliff i’m sorry i made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgment and i don’t expect to be forgiven i’m simply here to apologize mr. simon ghost riley lieutenant sir.

➥ you never try to gaslight him ever again.

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You thought it was a good idea at the time. You don’t know what drugs you were on or what meds you were off, but you decided that, yeah, I can totally gaslight Ghost with no repercussions, that’s definitely possible. So here you are, walking right beside him, the both of you going to completely different locations but he doesn’t need to know that.

When you first sidled up to him, walking by his side down the hall, he looked over at you for a moment and was just a bit confused but didn’t say anything otherwise. The two of you passed by Gaz, who was minding his business just walking past the two of you. He gave you both a quick nod and you made a point to nod back, not only out of respect but because you thought it would make your gaslighting session just that much better.

Just a minute after passing Gaz, you sighed and commented, “Can’t believe Gaz is on that super long mission right now. Two weeks is crazy.”

Ghost had slowly turned his head towards you, a sight that made your stomach drop because oh God I definitely fucked up, and simply said, “No he isn’t. We just saw him.”

I think I just shit my pants. “Y- yeah, right, right, definitely, no clue what I was thinking,” you blurted out, stumbling over your sentences because oh my GOD I’m gonna piss myself why is he so scary lord have mercy on my soul. Ghost raised an eyebrow at you, before huffing out a small laugh and continuing his walk, amused by your sputtering. You let out a sigh of relief as he simply walked away, and you headed in the correct way of where you're supposed to go, completely chickening out of your original plan.

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KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK

➥ oh that poor poor boy.

➥ probably gives into it and just lets you gaslight him tbh.

➥ like maybe if your argument/gaslighting isn’t too strong he’ll argue with you, and sure he still won’t win but it was worth a try, but if you’re gaslighting-gaslighting him? he’s just gonna agree with you.

➥ like at that point anything you say is law and he is a law-abiding citizen.

➥ if your argument is strong enough and he’s tired enough he will genuinely believe you, too.

➥#savegazfromreader

➥ the first time you tried to gaslight him, it was pretty easy. you two had just finished sparring, with you coming out on top, much to your own surprise. gaz had given you a lighthearted pat on the shoulder and went off to shower, when you had the best idea you’ve ever had.

➥ you had groaned and playfully complained, “I can’t believe you won that.”

➥ gaz turned around, confused, and was like, “Won what?”

➥ cue the next 5 minutes being spent by you saying that gaz had won and arguing with him that he did win.

➥ “Honestly, you don’t have to lie and say I won. I appreciate that you don’t want me to feel bad, but I can take a loss.”

➥ hes so confused omg.

➥ starts gaslighting himself into thinking he won, then he’s like ‘wait no i didn’t’.

➥ but he still goes along with it because… what else is he supposed to do?

➥ ever since then he’s been your main gaslighting victim, and your favorite.

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You hated the feeling of being sweaty, but you hated the feeling of someone else’s sweat even more. Maybe that’s what tripped you up that day, letting Gaz swipe his leg underneath yours and force you to fall down onto the mat beneath you, where he then started counting to ten, as per usual with sparring. But luckily for you, you were able to grab his ankle and yank it towards you, making Gaz fall on his ass and letting you straddle his chest and begin to count to ten just as he was doing earlier.

Of course, you dramatized your counting, because who would you be if you didn’t? You emphasized every number and your lips twitched into a small smile as you watched Gaz scoff and look away from you, clearly fed up with your theatrics. Once you were done counting, you got up and held out a hand for Gaz, who took it and got up, letting out a huff and patting you on the shoulder.

“Good job,” He’d said, smiling down at you, stepping off the mat and walking over to the bag of stuff he’d brought with him. After that small interaction, you just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to gaslight him. It’s not your fault! Who else would pass up an opportunity like this?

You groaned and stepped off the mat, muttering, “I can’t believe you won that. I really though I had you.”

“Won what?” Gaz questioned, looking back at you, confused.

“The spar?” You answered, though you made your answer sound more questioning, as if confused on why he’d even question your words. As if it was obvious that you hadn’t won. Gaz simply looked at you, very confused, trying to figure out if you’re joking or not. By the serious look on your face—a poker face you’ve worked on for the longest time—he figured that you weren’t not kidding, which worries him a bit.

”... No, you won that spar,” Gaz insisted, before nervously joking, “Remember? Thirty seconds ago, when you kicked my arse after I thought I had you down?”

“Honestly, you don’t have to lie and say I won,” You laughed, walking over to Gaz and patting him on the back, “It’s not like I’m a sore loser or anything like that. I can take a loss.”

He was so confused, and continued to insist that you had won the small sparring match, and got more and more confused the more you fought with him on this. He was so sure that you had won—you did, didn’t you?

He eventually just sighed, and ‘admitted’ that you were right, he did win. Satisfied, you smiled up at him and reminded him that you can take a loss, and you went on with your day. And if you heard him asking Price if he could go through the security cameras for a moment, requesting to go back to that specific time the two of you had sparred, no you didn’t.

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sivavakkiyar · 17 days

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M. C. Richards went to see the Bolshoi Ballet. She was delighted with the dancing. She said, "It’s not what they do; it's the ardor with which they do it." I said, "Yes: composition, performance, and audition or observation are really different things. They have next to nothing to do with each other.” Once, I told her I was at a house on Riverside Drive where people were invited to be present at a Zen service conducted by a Japanese Roshi. He did the ritual, rose petals and all. Afterwards tea was served with rice cookies. And then the hostess and her husband, employing an out-of-tune piano and a cracked voice, gave a wretched performance of an excerpt from a third-rate Italian opera. I was embarrassed and glanced towards the Roshi to see how he was taking it. The expression on his face was absolutely beatific.

John Cage, from Silence

#John cage #storytime

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ripempezardexerox · 1 month

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Dices Merzbow, yo digo Justin Beiber

Dices Boredoms, yo digo Katy Perry

Dices Gerogerigegege, yo digo Skrillex

Dices Coil, yo digo Lady Gaga

Dices Throbbing Gristle, yo digo Black Eyed Peas

Dices Whitehouse, yo digo Taylor Swift

Dices Nurse With Wound, yo digo Bruno Mars

Dices Einstürzende Neubauten, yo digo Maroon 5

Dices Brainbombs, yo digo Drake

Dices Egor Letov, yo digo One Direction

Dices Death in June, yo digo LMFAO

Dices Current 93, yo digo Beyonce

Dices La Monte Young, yo digo Carly Rae Jepsen

Dices Moondog, yo digo Kelly Clarkson

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Dices Les Rallizes Dénudés, yo digo Owl City

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Dices Fushitsusha, yo digo Ariana Grande

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Dices Nara Leão, yo digoCharlie Puth

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Dices Gong, yo digo Post Malone

Dices Cukor Bila Smert', yo digo Jonas Brothers

Dices cLOUDDEAD, yo opino que te calles

Dices Muslimgauze, ¡¡ YO GRITO POP!!

Dices Kaoru Abe, y te parto la madre

El 92% de la juventud está escuchando Avant Garde Noise. Si eres parte de ese 8% que aun escucha música de verdad, comparte este post a tus contactos de facebook.

¡¡¡¡ No dejes que el espíritu del POP muera !!!!

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brainless-moe-white-lotus · 1 year

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Okay reblog this and tag with a numerical response for how many of these artists you listen to. It's stereotypical "tumblr user" music.

Merzbow

Boredoms

Gerogerigegege

Coil

Throbbing Gristle

Whitehouse

Nurse with Wound

Einstürzende Neubauten

Brainbombs

Egor Letov

Death in June

Current 93,

La Monte Young,

Moondog,

Lou Harrison

Henry Cowell

Luigi Russolo

Popol Vuh

Fishmans

Jean Jacques Perrey

Les Rallizes Dénudés

Rainbow Caroliner

Taj Mahal Travellers

Fushitsusha

Peter Brötzmann

John Cage

Scott Walker

Unwound

Dead

Frank Zappa

Morton Feldman

Captain Beefheart

Pharoah Sanders

Albert Ayler

Ornette Coleman

Alice Coltrane

Arnold Schoenberg,

Pierre Boulez

György Ligeti

Karlheinz Stockhausen

Nang Nang

Thinking Fellers Union Local 28

Nara Leão

Basic Channel

Raymond Scott

Delia Derbyshire

Daphne Oram

Noah Howard

Terry Riley

Peter Sotos

Lula Côrtes e Zé Ramalho

Boyd Rice

Mahmoud Ahmed

Henry Flynt,

Kazumoto Endo

David Tudor

Aporea

Half Japanese

Mega Banton

Secret Chiefs 3

Keiji Haino

Ramleh

Otomo Yoshihide

John Zorn

Joe Meek

Robbie Basho

Phil Spector

Faxed Head

Harry Partch

Wesley Willis

Fred Frith

The Residents

Sun Ra

Sun City Girls

Hans Krüsi

Royal Trux

Jandek

Yat-Kha

Loren Mazzacane Connors

Pärson Sound

The Dead C

Comus, Cromagnon

Eliane Radigue

Arthur Doyle

Shizuka

The Red Krayola

Henry Cow

Magma

Opus Avantra

Pan.Thy.Monium.

Murmuüre

Ksiezyc,

Gong

Cukor Bila Smert'

cLOUDDEAD

Muslimgauze

Kaoru Abe

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weirdlookindog · 8 months

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Edgar Rice Burroughs - The Monster Men. A. C. McClurg & Co., 1929. Cover art by J. Allen St. John.

#edgar rice burroughs #erb #j. allen st. john #the monster men #sci fi #horror #adventure #horror art #hardcover #vintage books #old books

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notealotgoingon · 5 months

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2023 Bullet Journal Cover & Lists

- movies - books - physical music stickers

(typed list below cut)

Movies

X (2022) ★★★★★ 1/9

Pearl (2022) ★★★★★ 1/10

Jason X (2001) ★★★ 1/17

X (2022) ★★★★★ 1/26

Pearl (2022) ★★★★★ 2/11

Rosemary's Baby (1968) ★★★★★ 2/11

Harley Quinn: A Very Problematic Valentine's Day Special (2023) ★★★★★ 2/12

Skinamarink (2022) ★★★★ 3/8

Re-Animator (1985) ★★★★ 3/12

Ring (1998) ★★★★★ 3/12

Ju-On: The Grudge (2002) ★★★★ 3/12

I Know What You Did Last Summer (1997) ★★★★ 4/2

Scary Movie (2000) ★★★ 4/3

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023) ★★★★★ 4/5

Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) ★★★★★ 4/18

Scary Movie 2 (2001) ★★★ 5/3

Scary Movie 3 (2003) ★★ 5/4

The Green Knight (2021) ★★★★★ 5/20

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022) ★★★★ 5/21

Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania (2023) ★★ 6/6

Evil Dead Rise (2023) ★★★★1/2 6/27

Nimona (2023) ★★★★ 7/2

Barbarian (2022) ★★★★ 7/6

Malignant (2021) ★★★★ 7/7

Barbie (2023) ★★★★★ 7/23

Scream VI (2023) ★★★1/2 8/1

Saw (2004) ★★★★ 8/1

Frozen (2010) ★★ 8/2

Resident Evil: Death Island (2023) ★★★★ 8/21

Studio 666 (2022) ★★★★ 9/4

The Exorcist (1973) ★★★★1/2 9/4

Saw II (2005) ★★★★ 9/9

Saw III (2006) ★★★1/2 9/9

Saw IV (2007) ★★★1/2 9/9

Saw V (2008) ★★★ 9/9

Saw VI (2009) ★★★ 9/9

Saw 3D (2010) ★★ 9/9

Jigsaw (2017) ★★★ 9/10

Miss Americana (2020) ★★★★ 9/10

Spiral: From the Book of Saw (2021) ★★1/2 9/17

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023) ★★★★1/2 9/24

Saw (2004) ★★★★1/2 9/25

Saw II (2005) ★★★★1/2 9/26

Dracula (1931) ★★★★ 10/1

Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter (1984) ★★★1/2 10/1

Friday the 13th: A New Beginning (1985) ★★★★ 10/1\

House of 1000 Corpses (2003) ★★★★ 10/8

Friday the 13th (1980) ★★★★1/2 10/13

Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour (2023) ★★★★★ 10/19

Saw VI (2009) ★★★1/2 10/28

Saw 3D (2010) ★1/2 10/29

Saw X (2023) ★★★★1/2 11/6

Saw IV (2007) ★★★1/2 11/20

Saw X (2023) ★★★★1/2 11/20

Terrifier (2016) ★★★1/2 12/4

Hellraiser III: Hell on Earth (1992) ★★ 12/4

Saw V (2008) ★★★1/2 12/4

Terrifier 2 (2022) ★★★1/2 12/11

The Green Knight (2021) ★★★★★ 12/18

Sonic Christmas Blast(1996) ★★1/2 12/22

Black Christmas (1974) ★★★★★ 12/23

Black Christmas (2006) ★★★1/2 12/24

Saltburn (2023) ★★★★ 12/29

Taylor Swift: Reputation Stadium Tour (2018) ★★★★★ 12/30

Books

The Ballad of Black Tom by Victor Lavalle 1/2

The Witcher: The Last Wish by Andrzej Sakowski 1/12

We Can Never Leave This Place by Eric Larocca 1/14

Causes and Cures in the Classroom by Margaret Searle 1/29

Vox Machina: Kith & Kin by Marieke Nijkamp 2/1

Black is the Body by Emily Bernard 2/4

A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas 2/18

The Anthropocene Reviewed by John Green 2/19

Black Klansman by Ron Stallworth 2/26

The Dark Tower V: Wolves of the Calla by Stephen King 3/7

Ring by Koji Suzuki 4/14

What Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher 4/14

In the Time of the Butterflies by Julia Alvarez 5/8

Circe by Madeline Miller 5/19

When the Emperor Was Divine by Julie Otsuka 5/30

Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe 6/1

The Hellbound Heart by Clive Barker 6/25

The Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson 6/28

The Lesbian Classics Get Me Off by Chuck Tingle 6/28

Icebreaker by Hannah Grace 7/5

Teacher of the Yearby M.A. Wardell 7/7

The Colorado Kid by Stephen King 7/17

This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone 7/31

Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle 8/4

The Writing Revolution by Judith C. Hochman & Natalie Wexler 8/10

You Can Go Your Own Way by Eric Smith 8/20

Phasma by Delilah S. Dawson 9/12

Small Spaces by Katherine Arden 9/27

Reforged by Seth Haddon 10/8

Fifty Feet Down by Sophie Tanen 10/23

The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty 11/22

Good Omens by Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett 12/2

Spoiler Alert by Olivia Dade 12/7

Wildfire by Hannah Grace 12/5

Interview With the Vampire by Anne Rice 12/12

Tender is the Flesh by Augustina Bazterrica 12/19

A Prayer for the Crown-Shy by Becky Chambers 12/20

Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo 12/28

Stowaway and Silent Song by Vera Valentine 12/29

Physical Music Media:

(this isn't all of the records/CDs I've gotten or listened to this year, but I figured I'd decipher the stickers I put in the book; these are all of the promo stickers on the outside of the plastic wrapping on the releases)

Beat the Champ - the Mountain Goats

Paradise - Lana del Ray

Red (Taylor's Version) - Taylor Swift

What's it Like? - Sure Sure

Did You Know There's A Tunnel Under Ocean Boulevard? - Lana del Ray

Stick Season - Noah Kahan

The Rest - boygenius

Midnights (Late Night Edition) - Taylor Swift

Raving Ghost - Olivia Jean

The Record - boygenius

Speak Now (Taylor's Version) - Taylor Swift

Dark in Here - the Mountain Goats

Bangerz (10th Anniversary Edition) - Miley Cyrus

God Games - the Kills

1989 (Taylor's Version) - Taylor Swift

#mine #studyblr #notes #aesthetic #bujo #bullet journal #bujolife #bujo aesthetic #bujoinspo #bujoblr #bujo list #2023 reap #booklr #books #film

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xpander · 2 years

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hello character playlist maker. i want to play a game. you must make a 20 song character playlist for any character of your choosing. but if you use any song by the following artists, the computer will explode. you have 30 minutes. make your choice.

Merzbow

Boredoms

Gerogerigegege

Coil

Throbbing Gristle

Whitehouse

Nurse with Wound

Einstürzende Neubauten

Brainbombs

Egor Letov

Death in June

Current 93

La Monte Young

Moondog

Lou Harrison

Henry Cowell

Luigi Russolo

Popol Vuh

Fishmans

Jean Jacques Perrey

Les Rallizes Dénudés

Rainbow Caroliner

Taj Mahal Travellers

Fushitsusha

Peter Brötzmann

John Cage

Scott Walker

Unwound

Dead

Frank Zappa

Morton Feldman

Captain Beefheart

Pharoah Sanders

Albert Ayler

Ornette Coleman

Alice Coltrane

Arnold Schoenberg

Pierre Boulez

György Ligeti

Karlheinz Stockhausen

Nang Nang

Thinking Fellers Union Local 282

Nara Leão

Basic Channel

Raymond Scott

Delia Derbyshire

Daphne Oram

Noah Howard

Terry Riley

Peter Sotos

Lula Côrtes e Zé Ramalho

Boyd Rice

Mahmoud Ahmed

Henry Flynt

Kazumoto Endo

David Tudor

Aporea

Half Japanese

Mega Banton

Secret Chiefs 3

Keiji Haino

Ramleh

Otomo Yoshihide

John Zorn

Joe Meek

Robbie Basho

Phil Spector

Faxed Head

Harry Partch

Wesley Willis

Fred Frith

The Residents

Sun Ra

Sun City Girls

Hans Krüsi

Royal Trux

Jandek

Yat-Kha

Loren Mazzacane Connors

Pärson Sound

The Dead C

Comus

Cromagnon

Eliane Radigue

Arthur Doyle

Shizuka

The Red Krayola

Henry Cow

Magma

Opus Avantra

Pan.Thy.Monium.

Murmuüre

Ksiezyc

Gong

Cukor Bila Smert'

cLOUDDEAD

Muslimgauze

Kaoru Abe

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quasi-normalcy · 11 months

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A while ago while I was in tumblr jail, you posted that you had a masters in science fiction literature (unless you didn't, I have been known to be mistaken), and I am wondering, what do you consider 'important' works of science fiction? Like the science fiction literary canon? I am so curious. Feel free to ignore, I will not harass you.

Yes! I do. I can tell you the ones that I was assigned (I'm afraid that the list skews extremely male and (especially) white).

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein (1818)

Olaf Stapledon, Last and First Men (1930) and Star Maker (1937) [You can probably add Odd John (1935) to this list]

Jules Verne, Journey to the Centre of the Earth (1864) and 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea (1870) [You can probably add From the Earth to the Moon (1865)]

H.G. Wells, The Time Machine (1895) and War of the Worlds (1897) [Though you can probably go ahead and add The Island of Doctor Moreau (1896), The Invisible Man (1897) and The First Men in the Moon (1901)]

Charlotte Perkins Gilman, Herland (1915)

Catherine Burdekin (writing as Murray Constantine), Swastika Night (1937)

Karel Čapek, R.U.R. (1920)

Isaac Asimov, I, Robot (1950) [You can probably add the first three Foundation novels here as well]

Yevgeny Zamyatin, We (1921)

George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four (1949)

Arthur C. Clarke, 2001: A Space Odyssey (1967) and Rendezvous with Rama (1973) [Add: Childhood's End (1953) and The Fountains of Paradise (1979)

John Wyndham, Day of the Triffids (1951) [add: The Chrysalids (1955) and The Midwich Cuckoos (1957)]

H.P. Lovecraft, "The Call of Cthulhu" (1926) [add The Shadow over Innsmouth (1931)]

Richard Matheson, I Am Legend (1954)

Alfred Bester, The Stars My Destination (1956)

Robert Heinlein, Starship Troopers (1959) [Probably Stranger in a Strange Land (1961) and The Moon is a Harsh Mistress (1966) too, depending on, you know, how much of Heinlein's bullshit you can take]

J.G. Ballard, The Drowned World (1962) [Also, The Burning World (1964) and The Crystal World (1966)]

Phillip K. Dick, The Man in the High Castle (1962) [Also Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? (1968) and several of his short stories]

Frank Herbert, Dune (1965)

Michael Moorcock, Behold the Man (1969)

Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-5 (1969)

Ursula Le Guin, The Dispossessed (1974) [Also The Lathe of Heaven (1971) and The Left Hand of Darkness (1969)]

Brian Aldiss, Supertoys series

William Gibson, Neuromancer (1984)

Kim Stanley Robinson, Red Mars (1992) [Also Green Mars and Blue Mars]

They also included Iain M. Banks's The Algebraist (2004), but I personally think you'd be better off reading some of his Culture novels

Other ones that I might add (not necessarily my favourite, just what I would consider the most influential):

Joe Haldeman, The Forever War (1974)

Matsamune Shiro, Ghost in the Shell (1989-91)

Katsuhiro Otomo, Akira (1982-1990)

Octavia Butler, Lilith's Brood (1987-89) and Parable of the Sower (1993)

Poul Anderson, Operation Chaos (1971)

Hector Garman Oesterheld & Francisco Solano Lopez, The Eternaut (1957-59)

Liu Cixin, The Three-Body Problem (2008)

Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson, The Illuminatus! Trilogy (1975)

William Hope Hodgson, The House on the Borderland (1908)

Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash (1992)

Joanna Russ, The Female Man (1975)

Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game (1985) [Please take this one from a library]

Edgar Rice Burroughs, A Princess of Mars (1912)

Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale (1985) and Oryx and Crake (2003)

Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (1932)

Osamu Tezuka, Astro Boy (1952-68)

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (1953)

Madeleine L'Engle, A Wrinkle in Time (1962)

Walter M. Miller, A Canticle for Leibowitz (1959)

Douglas Adams, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (1979)

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football-and-fanfics · 7 months

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GIF masterlist

Basically just what the title says: a masterlist of the GIF's / GIF sets I've made 😇. Clubs / players are listed in alphabetical order (players by first name).

A: Aaron Ramsdale Alisson Becker Andy Robertson Antoine Griezmann Arsenal FC

B: FC Barcelona Ben Chilwell Bernd Leno

C: Caoimhin Kelleher César Azpilicueta Chelsea FC Christian Pulisic Cody Gakpo Conor Gallagher Curtis Jones

D: Darwin Nunez Declan Rice Dele Diogo Jota Dominik Szoboszlai

E: Ederson Moraes England NT Eric Dier Erling Haaland

F: Fabio Carvalho Frenkie de Jong

H: Harvey Elliott

J: Jack Grealish James Milner Joao Felix John Stones Jordan Henderson Jordan Pickford Jude Bellingham

K: Kai Havertz Kasper Schmeichel Kepa Arrizabalaga Kostas Tsimikas Kyle Walker

L: Liverpool FC

M: Manchester City Manuel Neuer Martin Odegaard Mason Mount Mo Salah

N: Nathan Aké

P: Phil Foden

R: Reece James Remko Pasveer

S: Heung-min Son

T: Thiago Alcantara Timo Werner Tottenham Hotspur Trent Alexander-Arnold

V: Virgil van Dijk

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multifandomworldsposts · 10 months

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The Night We Met PT 4

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

warning: making out

A WEEK LATER

Y/N’s POV

I'm cleaning our dishes, I hear the door open and it's JJ with an envelope.

"Y/N. I got something!" JJ says in a singing voice.

"What is it?" I walked up to him.

JJ opens the envelope, it's his paycheck. He looks like a kid that got candy the first time.

"How much did you make?" I look at him.

"50 bucks!" He shows me the check with a huge smile on his face.

I hug him. I've never seen him this happy for a while.

"I'm so proud of you Jay!" I stop hugging him and look at him.

"I want to give you half of it."

"Oh no no JJ, you keep it," I said.

"I want to give you half because my dad didn't give me anything if it comes to money." He insists.

"Fine baby. If that makes you happy." I said to him.

"Y/N/N, I have other good news."

I look at him.

"The Pogues are coming to Y/C/N!"

"They are!"

"Mm-hmm, this Thursday." He smiles

I get excited! We haven't seen them since they left Y/C/N.

JJ picked the Pogues up from the airport and talked for hours, just like the last time we saw them. When they came in the door, they could tell I'm so excited to see them. Sarah and Kiara hug me including John B and Pope as well.

"How's it going in Y/C/N JJ?" Pope says with a glass of beer in his hand.

"It's amazing! Y/N/N showed me a lot of things here." JJ looks at me and put his hand on my thigh.

"I already know what you two did, that's disgusting!" Kiara hides her face in her.

"No, not that!" I said in a guilty voice.

"She's guilty! Y/N is guilty!" Sarah points at me.

I blush.

"See!" Sarah says.

"Oh my god you guys did do it." John B says.

"Can we stop talking about this and let's talk about something else." I said.

"JJ got his paycheck the other day." I announced.

"Oh really! How much?" Pope says.

"50 bucks." JJ smiles.

"That's amazing Jay! Just save it for the future." Kiara says about to drink her coke.

"We will, won't we Y/N/N?" JJ looks at me and says.

"I hope we will Jay." I look at him.

The Pogues, JJ and I talked more and more about what's been going on in our lives. After that the Pogues, JJ, and I went to bed.

I get in satin pajamas that JJ bought me for my birthday last year.

I get comfortable in our bed and JJ says, “You know those pajamas give me a boner.” With a smirky face.

“JJ! You want me to take this off then?” I playfully hit him.

“I prefer that baby.” He pulls me closer to him.

“We have company in the other room.” I put my right hand on his chest.

“Can you at least give me a kiss?” He says to me.

I kiss him, but JJ wanted to kiss me more.

“JJ, I’m so tired. I want to sleep.” I stop him from kissing me.

“Fine.” He says.

THE NEXT DAY

JJ, The Pogues, and I are going to dinner but JJ looks nervous and I don’t know why. We went to our table and our food was delicious! I got a really good Salmon with Rice, JJ got the same thing as me and the rest of the Pogues got Pasta or Lobster.

A couple hours later, something amazing happens, JJ proposed to me. When our dessert came around, mine said ‘Will you marry me?’ and of course I said yes! Everyone in the restaurant and the Pogues were so excited and happy about us. I’m future Mrs. JJ Maybank!

#fanfic #fanfiction #netflix #outer banks #jj maybank #rudy pankow #jj maybank fanfiction #rudy pankow smut #obx #pope outer banks #fanfics #jj mayback x reader #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank obx #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fluff

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brooklynislandgirl · 2 days

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The Nurse Shark || Beth Riley

Five Songs for Your Muse I. Waiting for Superman || Daughtry II. Hand Me Down || Matchbox 20 III. Comfortably Numb || Pink Floyd IV. Blower's Daughter || Damien Rice V. Come As You Are || Nirvana Five Quotes for Your Muse

I. She reminded him of a trapped critter crouching on the floor like she was as far away from him as she could get. But as soon as the thought crossed his mind she was back on her feet as if the moment was respite to get her strength back. Not only back on her feet but in his face full of anger. ~ Raylan Givens || Angels and Outlaws {Justified au} II. The dog and pony she put on was entertaining at least. In spite of there being no show of it, he was amused by her intentionally telegraphed actions and the care with which she performed them– like he was some skittish horse she’d corralled and whose trust she needed to earn. ~Frank Castle || Rough Roads {Punisher au} III. He was hurting to be stuck in his own head, but it hurt worse to be out there, with her. He had healed, she’d seen to that. He didn’t think too hard about where all that power of hers came from. But it wasn’t enough to heal his head. All she’d wanted to do was talk about it, do what she could as a human to make it better. Unfortunately, that wasn’t how John functioned. He took the fag with nary a ta or blessing, then the lighter. Spooky how well she seemed to know him, how easy She could appeal to his needs. He thought about taking advantage, doing something horrid to her or himself, just to scare her off like he did to so many wankers in his life. You don’t deserve her, he knew that. ~John Constantine || The Laughing Magician's Apprentice {Hellblazer au} IV. Phantom eyes tracing phantom mien; where carotid pumps into nervous dissonance; where clavicle slopes into smoother, deeper, warmer nights. Jonathan doesn't look at Beth like she is the sun. His moon only wallows in the sky. Jonathan looks at Beth like she is visceral. Imperial silks of blood unspooled. Bones like pearly synapses tempering a wickedness, a molten decay. Neurons more fascinating than jewels.

“I don't want Eden.” ~ Jonathan Crane || Demons with Subtle Guile {Gotham au} V. How did she get up here? Did she scale the fire escape like a faery, like one of the Lost Boys, or Pan himself? Full of magic and mischief and perhaps madness.

Sometimes he isn’t sure Beth is real, which seems unfair, as she was perfectly whole. A person, a whole person, staring up at him from below but encompassing him from every side. ~Ben P. Solo || Look Both Ways {Modern au}

~*~

tagged by: stolen from my darling C @nightmarefuele tagging: all of my beloved dash-goblins.

#She's Talking About Angels {Bethisms}#Glowing Like The Metal {Dash Games}

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crossover-enthusiast · 24 days

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lmfao ok wait

OP Radford: "Appartment complex? I find it quite simple, actually."

OP Streber: "Bird flu..? Uh, yeah I guess they do that..."

OP Kevin: "You're tell me a shrimp fried this rice?"

OP Frank: "Chefs kiss..? d... do they really?"

OP John: "wood fired pizza? How will pizza get a job now!?! :c"

OP Patty: "Huh? Cancel culture? Why? Culture is beautiful..."

thats all i got

HAHAHAHA

Okay these are all fantastic I love these bozos

#Spooky Month #Radford #Streber #Kevin #Frank #John #Patty #AU #JNJ

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lovetransaction · 10 months

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Here’s a j/d prompt for dadfucker fest: thanks to some handwavey time-travel shenanigans, Dean is transported to John’s USMC unit (maybe they’re the same age or maybe Dean is older) 👀

@dadfuckerfest ; i went with forty-something Dean going back in time to teenage John's military service. warnings i guess: spitting, mild humiliation, power imbalance

- - fragged

Dean hadn't thought it would be so easy. Or: he hadn't thought Dad would be so easy.

But all it had taken was a little bit of medal-polishing, the right fake orders, and rousing a sycophantic staff sergeant from his dirty little hootch to get one Corporal Winchester, J. assigned to drive Lieutenant Campbell from the USMC base at Da Nang to Chu Lai. Not a long drive, not a particularly dangerous one; the real horror was in the villes and the rice paddies, not where the Yankees had laid down heavily-armed claims.

It was hard to stop looking at John. This age, not even twenty yet; long-limbed and a maddening combination of slow when he wanted to be and twitchy when he didn't want to be. It reminded Dean of Sam so much he was almost sick with it, sipping musty warm water from his canteen to stave off the belly-lurches every time John slapped his square-wristed big hands against the Jeep steering wheel or gave him a curious sidelong glance.

"Just go ahead and ask, Corporal," Dean said gruffly after a while. John's mouth opened along one edge in a panting laugh, humid and tense.

"Sir," he said. Dean sipped water. "It's just ... Sarge said that you asked for me specifically. To do this run. There's plenty other drivers in the platoon, sir, ones who outrank me--"

"Son," Dean cut him off, and it was easy, thrillingly sickeningly so to use that word, "what happens if you get ham 'n motherfuckers in your C-rats?"

They whipped through a series of shallow potholes with John wrenching the vehicle to steer them clear, as carelessly rough as he drove when he was Dad. Which meant he'd had time to think of an answer, sounding confident and even tickled when he said, "Exchange 'em with whoever's dumb enough to get pressured into it, sir. Mostly cherries."

Dean mm-hmm'ed in his throat, reaching out to hold the side of the windshield for the bumpy ride. "Well," he said, "you got yours exchanged. You could be back there doing PX or latrine duty. Instead you're here with me. Peaches and poundcake."

John laughed at that, his dogtags jangling as the wheels left the road for a second and they both rose up and then thumped down. Everything was wet and wet-smelling, John was too, and Dean said, "Make a pit stop." John was a good little soldier. He didn't protest. He found a side road that rumbled down into an area with high grass, hidden by trees, killed the engine with a satisfied, nervy bark, and didn't do anything other than open his mouth when Dean strongarmed him against the back of the seat and kissed him.

"You asked for me specifically," John said when they drew apart for air, and Dean gripped his chin, clean-shaven with just the slightest skritch of stubble. John's eyes darkened, fearless. He reached up to hang on to Dean's wrist, just so he could say, "you got nothing to worry about, L-tee."

"Yeah," Dean said, shoving the heel of his other hand along John's belly to feel his breathing quicken, and then grabbing the corporal's already-hard dick, making his lips part in a gasping pant, the sound needy and ... and slutty and Dean tasted warm plastic as he spat into his father's mouth to stop that sound. To get more of that sound. To get something.

"You think I'm worried about me?" Dean purposely didn't think about what he was saying and if it was a mirror held up to his dad or himself; he talked from the gut, whatever came out. "I could get you an other-than-honourable discharge with nothing more than a SPN code."

"Which one?" John asked, wiping his lips. He didn't even really swallow Dean's spit, just let it mingle with his own as he waited for an answer. Dean clenched down on his dad's dick until he whimpered.

"Four six one," he said, looking at the way John's lower lip skidded slightly to the right, softly deformed with pain. "Inadequate personality."

John laughed again, breathless and foxlike, and that made Dean crazy too. Days he'd gone without even an amused harrumph or twitch of a smile out of this man, weeks sometimes, and here the younger version -- humping the boonies in Vietnam with probably jungle rot between his toes and the constant threat of being shelled or shot up -- he'd given up a laugh twice in ten minutes. Over nothing. Over being potentially sold down the river.

"You sound like my dad," was what John said, of all things.

Dean grabbed him by the front of his fatigues, the shirt beaten from wear but stiff with grime; he grabbed it up with one hand and had just enough time to see John's eyes widen slightly before Dean cuffed him in that soft mouth. When his dad gasped and blood and spit came out in a dribble that dripped from his lip and spindled down his chin, Dean didn't know whose spit it was.

"Guessing you don't want head, then," John said, and grinned. He was still slightly grinning when Dean yanked open his fatigue pants and growled, deep and choppy, at the feel of the standard-issue silkies underneath, the same kind his dad was partial to even decades after his tour of duty. He was still slightly grinning, teeth stained yellowish with blood, when Dean started jerking him rough and twisting, crushing the plum head of his father's cock now and again, dragging his thumb hard down the underside. "Holy shit," John gasped, blinking at Dean like he was magic, and he was, in a way, the way that time and a hundred motel rooms had made him.

John came in his son's hand and Dean watched him all through it, the bob of his throat and the way his jaw was only just starting to be sharply defined, and there were no scars on his face at all, so Dean took that handful of cum and slapped it against his father's mouth. John bucked up against the sudden lack of pressure and he kept his hands obediently clutching the jeep seat instead of touching Dean, who dragged his thumbnail down the right side of his dad's face, that clear, unmarked cheekbone. John's face was reddened when Dean dragged his hand over it, smeary with spunk, and he gave a damp, half-cough gasp. He didn't wipe his face when Dean took his hand back and scrubbed it clean against the side of his dad's shirt.

"Why the fuck did you say that?" Dean asked. A mosquito buzzed loud in the shell of his ear and although he wanted to slap it away he ignored it. "About your father."

A shrug, as John scrubbed his face with his sleeve, turned his head and hocked a quick, efficient gob of cum and blood and spit over the side of the vehicle. It caught a broad leaf and gleamed and wobbled there before sliding off. "The only kinds of guys who want this shit either don't have fathers or got fucked up by their fathers," he said, like it was obvious or should be.

"We need to get to Chu Lai," said Dean. John gave a single nod and started the ignition, turning to mark his route as he backed out of the one-way trace and back onto the main road. The Jeep's wheels skidded when they hit wet, cracked asphalt and John wrenched it to point the right direction.

"You don't have a dad, Corporal." Dean was half-hard but he didn't want to touch himself. He gripped the bottom of the windowframe. He could feel John looking at him and didn't return the look.

"Every man who wants this is one of the two," John said again, implacably and expecting to be believed, and Dean's sticky-damp fingertips squeaked on the car door metal. "Even you, sir." Dean looked over and met his father's eyes, familiar and foreign, unwavering. John lifted his chin in a jerk. "So which one is it, Lieutenant?"

Dean tasted warm plastic. He looked away and spat.

#dadfuckerfest #johndean #wincest #john winchester #dean winchester #wrote this real quick and dirty

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