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sybaritick · 7 months
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a tag game! i was tagged by @prometheuspoint :D shuffle your on repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag 10 people!
Diagnosis - Sen Morimoto (recently discovered this guy and have been really into him. east coast mf like me. rapper with androgynous voice. i love that)
So You Are Tired - Sufjan Stevens (I've loved Sufjan for more than 10 years now so ofc i've been listening to this new one. Seven Swans most underrated of his albums btw)
Blood and Butter - Caroline Polacheck (look at you all mythicalogical / and Wikipediated)
wayne - Frankie Cosmos (like 80% of the music I listen to is indie type women so thats gonna gome up)
Time To Pretend - Charlie Hickey (YES it's a cover of the MGMT song!! that changes the tone of it completely to make it more acoustic and spare. but i've just been bizarrely obsessed with it)
Waters of March - John Roseboro and Mei Simones (huh, it's surprising another cover came up! but this is another great one. originally a Brazilian song from the 70s but I had never heard of it before this cover introduced me to it)
Off my Mind - Joe P feat. K. Flay (i love Joe P, new jersey forever. you don't live in Jersey anymore / You went to fight off your genetics / and you heard the west coast had the cure)
Germaphobe - Mim Jensen ("you're a germ and i'm a germaphobe" just incredibly compelling unhealthy relationship framing to me)
Bobby - Mali Velasquez (songs that tell a story like this are some of my favorites. just a really meaningful song about grief)
Value Inn - Laura Stevenson (Laura Stevenson captures the feeling-of-place in the way that I so deeply wish to in my short stories. my favorite song of hers, for that reason, is Maker of Things. sometimes things are relatable in this painful and upsetting way, like an anti-nostalgia. i find music like that cathartic!) this was so fun thank you i tag... anyone who sees this and wants to do it! whether we are mutuals or not! and you can claim i tagged you because i am genuinely curious about what music you guys listen to
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soni-dragon · 3 years
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Just,, listening to Julie and the Phantoms songs and Make Out Monday and really wishing I’d learned how to play the guitar years ago so I don’t have to go through the process of teaching it to myself now and can just know it already,, yeah
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you said forever
ok so for the first jatp fic i am EVER POSTING ON THIS WEBSITE ofc it had to be something angsty 😈 and after listening to olivia rodrigo’s new song drivers license i was feeling mega inspired so… here we go i guess! also its kinda short but oh well im pretty proud of it so you can deal with its length
summary: the boys crossed over more than a year ago, but julie’s still mourning. she just got her driver’s license, and a memory comes flooding back (i’m not exaggerating when i say i legitimately listened to drivers license on repeat while writing this).
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Julie wanted to cry. No, not wanted - needed. She needed to cry, to show some kind of emotion, to stop bottling it up, but she just couldn't. She needed to be strong more than she needed to cry, and what would her dad think if he walked in on her in her room, crying? He didn’t know what had happened. No one did but her and Flynn, and Julie had already spent too many hours crying on Flynn’s shoulder. 
It was a good thing, she reminded herself, a good thing that the boys crossed over after the Orpheum performance. They could be at peace now. They were with her mom now.
But, God, did she want them back. When they left, Alex, Luke, and Reggie had left behind a cosmic ache in her chest, a hole that could never be filled. Alex, with his dry comments and comforting words and dance moves. Reggie, with his honesty and loyalty and joy. And Luke, oh God, Luke. Luke with his passion and his love and his stupid, stupid smile. Some days, Julie missed her boys so much she wanted to just curl up in bed with Flynn and not move. 
Going into her mom’s studio had become a whole new level of hard. Seeing their instruments and clothes on top of her mom’s things? The mere thought of doing that made her want to cry. Julie was strong, but even she couldn't bear losing four people in less than two years. She had barely known them, time-wise, at least, but she loved them. Julie loved her boys with everything she had, and now they were gone.
Of course, it’s not like she could show it.
It’s not like she could just stop playing music again.
Not that they'd want that, anyway.
So Julie had kept going. She had gone on with regular life, acting like everything was normal when in actuality, she felt like she had shattered into a thousand pieces.
She had continued on with her life, and as most teenagers do, Julie had just gotten her driver’s license. The glossy card had a picture of her, wearing Alex’s pink shirt and Reggie’s leather jacket and Luke’s wallet chain. And as the seventeen year old looked at her name printed on the license, she couldn't help slipping into a memory.
Julie and Luke sat next to each other on the sidewalk. It was growing dark, the sun disappearing over the tops of the palm trees, and Julie was getting nervous. In a few minutes, Flynn would get there and they’d have to go inside to perform their song, Finally Free, for a café of record execs. Reggie and Alex were already inside, watching the other bands, but Julie couldn’t bring herself to go in and Luke stayed with her.
As a car sped past the two of them, a question popped into Julie’s mind.
“Did you ever get your driver’s license?” She asked the boy next to her. “While you were alive, I mean.”
“Yeah. Me an’ Reggie got ours on the same day.” Luke responded, a smile on his face as he remembered the day. “Why?”
“Just curious. I’ve had my permit for a couple of months.”
“You like driving?”
“I’m not sure yet. It’s kind of stressful.”
“Yeah, I get that. Alex is the same way with it.”
“Do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Like driving.”
“Oh. Yeah, I love it. My parents could never afford to get me my own car, so I usually drove my dad’s or Bobby’s car.”
“What do you like about it?”
“I dunno. The freedom, mostly, I guess. And you're stalling, by the way.”
Julie blinked innocently at Luke, finally tearing her gaze away from the road. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said.
“It’s okay, Jules. I got you. Me an’ the boys, we've got you. You’re a star, you’ll do great out there.” Luke said, looking as if he wished desperately to be able to reach out to her.
“You got me?”
“I got you. Forever.”
Julie smiled slightly at her new band mate, before looking back out at the road and spotting Flynn walking towards her. She hauled herself to her feet, whispering a small “thanks” that Luke just barely caught, and walked over to meet Flynn.
“I got my driver’s license today, Luke. Just like we talked about.” Julie said softly, leaning back onto the headboard of her bed. A tear rolled down her cheek, followed by another one, and another one, until they were flowing freely.
“I drove through the suburbs, and I pictured I was driving home to you.” She said, hoping he could hear her somehow. “I saw the sidewalks we crossed. I still hear your voice in the traffic.” 
She could still see the boys in her room, poking around in her dream box and looking at all her pictures. She could still hear Reggie’s laugh, still see Alex’s pacing, still feel Luke’s hands on her cheeks that last moment before he left her.
“Forever, Luke. You said forever.”
Julie let her head fall to the side as the tears slowed and spotted a familiar notebook next to her dream box. She wiped the last of her tears away, got up off her bed, standing on shaky legs, and got up on her toes to reach it. As Julie walked back to her bed, she opened it, almost scared of what she would see in it.
The songbook was filled to the brim; songs, poems, and miscellaneous thoughts, lyrics, and melody snippets. Julie’s smile grew every time she came across a Julie and the Phantoms song or Trevor Wilson song, but when she got to the most recent page, her smile fell.
It wasn’t a full song. It was just a title, melody, and a few lyrics, but she swore her heart stopped when she read what was scrawled across the top of the page in what was unmistakably Luke’s handwriting.
My Star.
It’s what he used to call her. A star. His star.
She sat there, holding that journal in shock, for what felt like centuries, before her brother’s voice sliced through her thoughts.
“Julie!” Carlos called from downstairs.
“Yeah?” Julie yelled back after a moment.
“Dinner!” Her little brother responded.
“Okay! Be there in a sec’!” Julie said before going back to the songbook.
She looked at that title again, needing to know it was real. Once Julie could confirm she wasn’t seeing what she wanted, she scrambled to read the few lyrics he had written, desperate to feel like he was still there. “I know we’re not perfect but I’ve never felt this way for no one. And I just can’t imagine how I’ll be okay once I’m gone.” Twenty-six words. He had written a measly twenty-six words, but it was more than she needed. Julie fumbled around on her bedside table for a pencil, the lyrics flowing from her like water in a stream. All she had to do was imagine his face, his eyes, his smile, the way he acted with the other boys, and she was filled with inspiration. Julie remembered the looks they shared while performing, the way she felt after he came to visit her at school, the way she felt that night outside the café and soon she had a new song. 
It was a sad song, a heartbroken song, but it was the last song she’d ever write with Luke. Her Luke.
Even when he was gone they made each other better.
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rap-liine · 5 years
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get to know me - music (kpop) edition
rules: answer the questions below so your followers can get to know you a little better, and tag any blogs you also want to get to know more!
tagged by: the ever-lovely @jinhopetual 💞
let’s start with something easy! what’s your name? 
zara
any nicknames?
not any real ones? i mean my name’s pretty short but my mum sometimes calls me zee-zee lmao and my friends from way back in elem call me zarbar or zora just to annoy me
and how do you identify/what pronouns do you prefer?
cis/female, she/her/hers
how tall are you?
im p confident im 5′3 by now
time for you now?
ahora es 11:20 pm
astrological sign?
virgo sun and rising, and a cancer moon i think?
what is the meaning behind your blog name?
do i gotta even explain this bc im v sure that 98% of what wooyoung does makes everyone go ‘whoa’
favourite kpop artists! as many as you stan:
oh hunny
bts, exo, nct, txt, monsta x, exid, blackpink, got7, winner, ikon, treasure 13, seventeen, ateez, mobb, pentagon, (g)i-dle, day6, bigbang, triple h, sf9, up10tion, jbj, stray kids, kard, astro, 7 o’clock (stan them they arent v famous and need attention!!), shinee, gdragon, agust d, bobby, j-hope (adding him bc i can), hyuna, mino, dean, gray, jay park, lay (does he even count tho), psy, kim dong han, jessi, taemin, hyolyn, jonghyun, rm, i used to stan zico too until i learned about his involvement about the prostitution scandal, im def gonna stan c9boyz, and recently oneus (?) caught my attention!
five of your favourite kpop songs, if you can/if you stan, choose more than one group (bonus points for linking them so your followers can listen!):
baepsae by bangtan, call my baby by exo, clap by seventeen, hollup by bobby, and bling bling by ikon!! akdjfb there’s about 138592 more songs esp from bts but im trying to narrow it down :’)
what kpop song did you last listen to?
probably twit by hwasa bc ive been obsessed w that song recently
favourite kpop music video?
...oof
gotta go w jenn on this blood sweat and tears kinda reins supreme
who are your top five bias wreckers? 
1. mr jeON JUNGKOOK 😤
2. choi san aka the devil
3. i cant tell if hyunjin took over or not so it’s either him or felix
4. bang yedam
5. since i have an ult bias for nct (taeyong) imma say either lucas or jaehyun
last but not least! post a photo of your top biases: 
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tagging: @ateezsbitch @parkseonghwa @sonqmingi @cuteez @forhyunsuk @lqhhj @ultvisual @taengyo @ateezthetic and ofc anyone who wants to!!
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crashdevlin · 6 years
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Marion: 2-Thnks Fr Th Mmrs
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Marion Masterlist
Author’s Note: Originally posted to ao3 (This is an edited and improved version). This started as an excuse to write some Castiel/OFC loving, but it blossomed into an epic-length fic and even an AU where Marion was with them the whole time.
Summary: Castiel bridges the gap between the twins to catch Marion up on Dean’s memories, which is not without its problems.
Pairing(s): none yet
Word Count: 2478
Chapter Warnings: slight language, memory fuckery
Dean bit his lip as he walked into the hospital room and looked at his twin, who had her hair tucked behind her ears as she was skimming through one of her many books. He didn't know where to start. "Marion..." Dean tried.
"What caused you to leave the safety of the Cornwells' home? Why now, after twenty-seven years?" Castiel demanded from behind Dean.
"Who's this?" Marion asked, lightly, smirking as she tried to see around Sam. "Another brother I've never met?"
Castiel stepped up next to Dean. "No, I'm not your brother. I'm an-"
"A friend." Dean interrupted. He ran his hand through his hair. "His question might sound invasive and tactless, but it's important. I don't think they just recently let you out of the basement, Mare. So, why escape now?"
Marion sighed, shaking her head. "I don't know!" She exclaimed, quietly. Her voice was so soft that he wasn't sure she was upset. "I just... I couldn't be there, anymore."
"Why?" Castiel pressed.
"Because of the dreams!" Marion took a deep breath, sitting on the edge of her bed. "I kept having these terrible dreams. This old chubby guy telling me that I had to find Dean, that the fate of the world rested on Dean saying 'yes' to something and I had to... to show Dean God's grace." She looked up at the trio, eyes glistening. "I thought you were dead, they told me you were dead, so I just wrote it off as a crazy dream, but... then he started to get angry with me. He told me that... I would be punished by Heaven if I kept ignoring him. He told me to stab Mister in the heart and leave! I... I couldn't do that, but he made it clear that... if I stayed with Mister and Missus, that something very bad would happen to me."
Marion looked away from them, fiddling with the hem of her white shirt. "One of the books I have i-is an anatomy text so I was... I was careful to put the knife in Mister's stomach, made sure to miss the major organs and arteries and I ran. I know how crazy it sounds, Dean, and I'm sure I belong here in the psych ward, but... that's why I left." She finished, quietly.
Dean leaned over and wrapped his arms around her. "You aren't crazy. I have a million things to tell you. About my life, about that dick who made you stab that old man. I just don't even know where to start." He whispered into her ear.
Castiel cleared his throat. "In the interest of saving valuable time, may I facilitate the link between the two of you so she might remember it all herself?" He asked.
Dean pulled back and looked up at the blue-eyed man. "The what, now?"
Castiel gave a slightly exasperated look, like he couldn't believe what the Winchesters didn't know sometimes. "You are twins. A link between your souls was created when you were developing in the womb together. If I reconnect this link, I could transfer your memories into her. That way she would know your life and you would not have to explain twenty-seven years of your life."
"Will it hurt?" Marion asked, meekly.
"I'm sure the emotional impact will be tremendous, but physically, you'll be fine. I will keep your memories in place. There is no need for Dean to know your life."
Marion nodded. There was no need for Dean to know about sitting in a basement for most of her life. "Okay. I want memories of my dad and baby brother. Let's do this."
Dean looked her in her eyes. "Are you sure?" Marion nodded, so Dean took a deep breath and steeled himself in preparation for a flood of bad memories. "Hey, uh, Cas, don't give her any, uh, personal memories. You know what I mean?"
"I will attempt to hold back any memories of coitus, Dean, yes." Castiel placed a hand on Marion's upper abdomen and the other hand in the same spot on Dean's torso.
Almost immediately, memories started flowing from Dean and into Marion. It didn't take long for tears to start running down her cheeks. When the angel pulled his hands away, Marion crumbled to the floor, face in her hands as sobs wracked her body. Dean instantly felt guilty, knowing his memories had put her in that state, so he dropped next to her, rubbing her back. "Come on, sis. My life isn't that bad." He tried to soothe.
"Mom was murdered!" She screeched. It was the loudest they'd heard her get. "And Dad gave his life to the thing that killed her so that you'd live! And you wasted that gift to bring Sam back! You spent forty years in Hell! How can you possibly say your life isn't bad?" Her shouts were muffled by her hands as she tried to will her eyes to stop leaking.
Dean stood, quickly, his eyes narrowing at Castiel. "You didn't give her my memories of Hell, did you?"
Cas looked shocked, like he knew he'd messed up in his haste. "I-"
"He did, but it doesn't matter!" She pulled her hands away from her face and stared up at Dean. "You... you spend every moment of your life fighting, but you gave up. You stopped fighting. You gave up your fight in order to bring Sam back to life a-and you gave up in Hell. And you-" Marion was nearly breathless with her tears when she turned to Sam. "You thanked him by choosing a demon over your brother, the only family you thought you had left?! You bringing about the end of the world is one thing, but how can you redeem yourself from the betrayal?"
Sam swallowed, looking down. "Can't." He said, quietly.
Marion's hands found her face again and she slumped over onto her side, like she was trying to sink into the tiles. "Mom's dead. Dad's dead. The whole world is full of evil! No one... nothing is safe." She sobbed.
Dean pulled her up off the floor and moved her to sit on the bed. "I know this is all big and scary, what's going down in the world right now. I know, and I know it's fucked up, what the Winchester clan has done to and for each other in the past... but we're gonna get you out of this hospital, we're gonna get you some weapons training, and we're gonna figure out a way to gank the Devil."
Marion looked up, reddened eyes catching his in instant contact. "What if I don't want weapons training, Dean? I-I know that you think I'm supposed to be this vi-virgin yin to your man-slut yang, but... what if I want to go get my GED and go to college like Sammy did? What if I just want to be normal?"
Sam scrunched his eyebrows together at her calling him 'Sammy'. Dean took her hands in his, running his thumb across the soft skin on the back of them. "You are the ying to my yang. We're twins. Gemini, you know, Remus and freakin' Romulus. And you can't just abandon me, okay? You are a Winchester. You may not have grown up the way we did, but your upbringing was just as fucked up. Just like Sammy, even if you left us, you'd get brought back eventually. Why fight that?"
Marion took several shuddering breaths. "Dean, I just... I just wanna lie down. I need s-some time to-to process. My head hurts. My heart-"
"I hate to be the one to say this, but... if Zachariah brought here here, then he's going to be watching her. We don't have much time." Sam warned.
Dean closed his eyes, took a deep breath and opened them again, catching his sister's eyes again. "The life we lead... it's not easy, but since when is life supposed to be? Sammy and me, we have our problems, but we're still closer than any two people you've ever met. Yes, he picked a demon over me and, yes, it jump-started the Apocalypse... but I've ignored his whiny ass in favor of a piece of tail before, too. In the end, though, we'll come together, as a family, and fix this." Dean bit his lip and shook his head. "But you're my missing piece, Marion, and Zach, he'll take you away from me again if I leave without you. We'll never see each other again. Please, Marion. Please, come with us."
She pulled her hands from his and wiped at her eyes. "You're just making it seem like a choice, aren't you?"
A small smirk crossed Dean's lips. "If you refuse, I'll have Cas knock you out and bamph you out to the Impala. I'd rather you didn't make me do that."
She looked around the room at the serious faces and sighed, much louder that she normally would've expelled any noise from her body. "My books come with me. I won't leave without them."
"We'll take 'em for now, but we don't have a lot of space in my Baby so we'll have to drop 'em off at Bobby's." Dean said, grabbing a heavy stack of books and handing them off to Castiel.
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Marion bit her lip as she stared out the small back side window of the Impala. There was so much of the world she'd never seen before, she'd never been out of Lawrence, but this scenery was familiar. Dean had driven this road, many times. He'd listened to this cassette tape many times. She'd never heard these songs, but she knew every word. The trees flashing past her were almost hypnotic and she felt herself dozing off.
She knew it was a dream because she could no longer hear the sound of Led Zeppelin in the air around her, but she could still feel the dull vibrations of the ride. And someone was sitting next to her, someone she'd never met. The man she turned to had dark blond hair and blue eyes, wearing loose denim jeans and an open plaid-button-up over a grey t-shirt. "How's it feel to be out of that hospital, Mary? Lock a sane person up long enough, they can go a bit nutso. I know that from experience." He said, turning on the back bench seat to look at her.
Marion leaned back as close to the black metal as possible. She knew she was dreaming, that this wasn't real, but the anxiety she was feeling was very real. "Who are you?" She knew. There was a memory of Dean's telling her 'danger', but her mind was so jumbled that she couldn't pinpoint a name.
The man smiled. It was meant to look soft, but it just looked menacing. He offered her a slice from an orange she hadn't noticed he was eating. "I'd like to think I'm your friend, Marion." As she started to think that she didn't have any friends, he smirked. "Don't worry. I'm not any friend of Zachariah's. To be honest, I'm not really a friend to Sam and Dean, either." He scooted across the leather to be a bit closer to her. "But I'd like to be your friend."
She took the orange slice he offered, but he didn't eat it, tucking it into her palm. "Why?"
"Because you're so different from them, Mary! You were supposed to die! Twenty-seven years ago, John Winchester was supposed to let Dean steal his attention for a few minutes and you were supposed to fuck off like four year old kids do and get hit by a Chevy truck." His eyes sparkled as he described her intended fate. "Instead, you were preserved, taught to fear God and love Him. You've never exorcised a demon or ganked a ghost... and you don't really want to start now, do you, Mary?"
Marion looked down at the orange slice in her hand, pushing her thumbnail into the flesh. "Please stop calling me that. It's my mother's name. She passed."
He rolled his eyes. "I know! I'm the one who set Azazel on the path to kill her... and every other mother whose maternal instincts got the better of them. Listen... Marion, your brothers, they're in the midst of something huge. Bigger than anything they've ever played with. They can't stop this. They were made for it. Dean, he's going to say 'yes' to Michael, and Sam, he's gonna say 'yes', too. But you... weren't supposed to be here. You were preserved... because Heaven thought they could use you. But, you have no part in this." He leaned closer to her. "You don't have to be here, Marion. Dean is a big boy. He'll make his decision on his own and so will Sam. If you want to stay, I can make a place for you in the Apocalypse, but if you don't want to be a party to this... I can make your escape route."
He leaned back, wanting to alleviate some of her discomfort as he continued speaking. "I'll even keep you safe after Michael loses the battle and the Earth is thrown into chaos. All you have to do, Marion Winchester, is tell me where your brothers are before you go. It's that simple." Marion opened her mouth to speak but he just shook his head. "Don't answer now. Think on it."
Marion twitched as she woke. She'd never pictured Lucifer that way, as an attractive middle-aged handyman, but she was certain that's who she'd spoken to.
"Bad dream?" Castiel appeared next to her in the back seat. Marion bit her lip and debated telling everyone about the dream, but she just nodded and looked away back to the flashing trees. Something told her that Castiel might already know what she was dreaming and she didn't want her brothers to doubt her decision.
"How'd you find us, Cas? Thought the enochian etching on our ribs kept us off the radar?" Dean asked, looking into the rear view mirror at his angel. He wouldn't admit to calling Cas 'his angel' but their mother always said there were angels watching over them and Cas was the only angel he'd met that seemed to fit that description. So, while all of the other angels in Heaven were 'those dicks', Cas was 'my angel'.
"I assumed you were on your way back to Bobby's so I stood by the road until I heard the Impala approaching."
"Yeah, that's not creepy." Dean muttered.
"I thought I might be able to assist with Marion's combat training." Castiel continued. He seemed just a tiny bit nervous as he spoke the words but only one Winchester noticed.
Marion licked her lips. "I know how to fight. At least, I mean, my brain does." She looked over at Dean. "I have all of these memories of Dad training you and I remember which maneuvers have failed you in the past."
"But your muscles don't know this stuff. Your muscles know how to pick up a book, not a gun. We'll fix that, though, don't worry." Sam smiled at her.
Marion smiled back and then turned to look at the angel in the back seat with her. "I'm sure that riding in this little, slow machine must be driving you mad, since, you know, you're more used to flying. You could just meet us at Bobby's, if you'd rather."
Castiel's lips twisted into an awkward half-smile. "It's fine. I would only be waiting around for you all to arrive. I would rather ride along with you."
"You stood by the road until you heard the Impala, not even knowing if we were taking this route, but you don't wanna wait at Bobby's? You're weird, Cas." Dean said, looking away from the mirror to focus on the road again. Castiel just looked away from Dean and focused out the window.
Supernatural Tag-@letsby
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