#bearded jimmy is my BOY

[maziecrazycloud]

Quick evening Doodle of Jimbles 🪻🌚

#jimmy page #led zeppelin #classic rock #maziecrazycloudsart #illustration #jimmy page art #70s rock #doodle #70s #jimmy my dear #bearded jimmy is my BOY #😖💖

[thegroovywitch]

✨ Him ✨

#my boyf #sweet bearded boi with mandolin #jimmy page #led zeppelin #70s #robert plant #john bonham #john paul jones #classic rock #rock #classic rock fandom #by dee dee 🌺🕯️ #photoshoots

[kissesfrombangtanatnight]

Tribal Chief

❤️❤️Author's Note: For those of you who are unaware, I am a co-author for my sister over on Wattpad so with her permission this story has been requested to post on my Tumblr as well. Oh, and this was inspired by the recent backstage segment between Roman and Nick Aldis. My boy is not playin' with the Tribal Chief. xD Anyways, Enjoy!

I do not own the pictures used in this, credit to the owner(s).

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Warnings: not really, other than some vulgar language lol

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Since being promoted to the general manager position on Smackdown, you must say that you have made a great impact on the show. Ratings are booming; endorsements are rolling in, and you were not only showing your powerful role as the WWE Women's World Champion but also as a top manager for the business. Sure, it meant more responsibilities, but you were more than up for the challenge, and everyone loved you.

Well, everyone except the Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns, who you've bumped heads with on several occasions since being drafted to Smackdown. The 6'3, tanned Samoan hated that you never acknowledged him and two, you were trying to tell him what to do....no one tells Roman Reigns what to do.

*Live Backstage Segment*

You've been summoned by the arrogant asshole Chief himself as told to you by Paul Heyman. Said that you and his Tribal Chief needed to talk business. You inwardly roll your eyes, knowing that this most likely had to do with tonight's booking. You smooth out your dress and had to admit to yourself you looked too damn good. Although you weren't a face, nor a heel either, the crowd cheered for you as the camera panned to you:

Not bothering to knock, you barge into the Bloodline's locker room, adjusting your championship title on your shoulder. The crowd began booing loudly as the camera switched to Roman sitting on the couch, while Solo stood behind him, Jey and Jimmy sitting across from him on another couch. All conversation stopped when you walked in. You strut over to Roman, standing off to the side as you fold your arms over your slightly exposed chest.

"Good evening gentlemen...I've been summoned." You say in a mocking tone. Roman takes his eyes off of his phone before eying you up and down; eyes roaming over your body a little longer than he'd admit.

You looked so beautiful. So sexy.

"......Leave us." He says in a smooth, yet deep tone.

All four men glance at their Tribal Chief before nodding. They exit quietly leaving you and Roman to yourselves. The tension in the room was apparent as you took your championship and placed it on the table beside you. You cross your beautiful brown leg over the other, noticing how Roman eyes them before subtly licking his lips. He can't help but be amused.

It's been a while since you two have talked being that for about three years, you've been over on Raw. Though Raw is no stranger to random Bloodline attacks on the Raw superstars, which you've witnessed firsthand. Long story short, you used to be in a three-person faction, you being the only woman of the three. Your two members challenged the Usos for their undisputed tag team titles and the Tribal Chief did not like that. He didn't like anyone disrespecting his family and when you did, you were dealt with. Unfortunately, the Usos ambushed your members after a match and put both men on the shelf. They haven't been active for over 6 months now. Hence why WWE decided to push a storyline between you and Roman to further your hate for one another.

"How do you know I wasn't talking to you?" He challenged.

"With all due respect, I wouldn't give a damn if you were." The crowd oh's loudly as Roman lets out a humorless laugh as you give him a coy smile. He straightens up his posture, reminding you of just how big he was compared to you.

"Ha, okay." He rests his elbows on his legs as he rubs his beard. A habit you've come to know of his. His brows furrowed and his face twisted slightly as he sat there thinking. "You booked my cousins, the Usos versus Sami & K.O.?" You sit up slightly as you nod.

"I did."

"And you booked Solo vs LA Knight?" He asks not looking at you. You eye his side profile as you again nod.

"I did." He shakes his head nodding.

"Hm........those are some pretty good ideas, but you know what would've been an even better idea? If you would've run that all by me first." You snort as you look away momentarily.

Just who the hell does he think he is? He thinks just because he and his family are the top superstars in the company, everyone has to bow down and kiss their damn feet?

"You see...I'm the Tribal Chief...the Head of the Table, everything goes through me. And I need you to understand that. Adam Pearce did." He states his voice smoother than silk and deeper than the ocean, but he still don't know who he's dealing with.

"Is that right?" He nods.

"Well Mr. Reigns, sorry to break it to you but, I'm not the Usos, Solo Sikoa nor am I the Wiseman Paul Heyman. Or anyone else in this locker room for that matter. I'm the general manager of Smackdown. Which means...I tell you what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. Which also means, I'M the Head of the Table. And if I'm the Head of the Table....that means, I'm in control of who sits at the table and what you eat and when you eat. I feed you now." You say smartly as the crowd ooo's loudly.

Roman runs an annoyed hand down his face as his face twists in anger. Just who exactly did you think you were talking to? Sure stature-wise, you had nothing on him, but apparently, all that power has gone to your head.

You stand to your feet along with Roman as he is more than annoyed. The corner of his mouth twitched angrily. Oh, you got under his skin. You take your championship and place it back on your shoulder as you smirk at Roman. Damn, he looked sexy as fuck angry.

"Trust...you don't wanna be on my bad side Mr. Reigns." You say as you trace the outline of his belt that sat on his waist like the king he was.

You were both standing so close to each other, you were almost chest to chest. Damn, he smelled good. He lightly bites his lip as you do so, trying not to break character. He couldn't help but find you attractive. All of this confidence you oozed was going straight to his dick. He prayed no one could see the boner building in his pants. You keep this up, he was gonna tell them to cut the cameras, get the hell out, and fucked you silly on this damn couch.

"Wanna know why?" You ask batting your lashes up at the man.

"Why?" He says in almost a deep whisper. You smirk as you tap your manicured nail on his championship.

"Because...I'll make it hard for you." You say as the crowd goes crazy.

You definitely meant that in more ways than one and he seemed to have caught on. You back away slowly as you smile at him innocently.

"Now! If you'll excuse me, I have a show to run. Maybe we can get to know each other a little better. Enjoy the rest of your night Mr. Reigns." The crowd cheers as you strut away.

Roman was going to learn one way or another, you were the authority...not him.

#roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x reader #wwe smut #roman reigns imagines #roman reigns x black reader

[marchsfreakshow]

Sculpting Something More {Jimmy Darling x Reader}

You're a sculptor. Recently you've lost all inspiration, but you hear that Jupiter Florida has a Freakshow. Perfect inspiration.

No A/Ns this time

Your Perspective

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I pulled my car up by the entrance to the Freakshow. It was a chilly evening, and the sun was setting behind the clown-like door. If it was a door. It loomed over everyone, and I felt slightly intimidated as I held my sketchpad and pencil. Silently, I hoped the freaks would be an inspiration for my creations.

Excited murmurs surrounded me as I walked amongst the crowd. Creaky chairs were sat on, and I found my place at the back. If I stayed at the back, it would look less creepy as I drew. Soon enough, the lights turned off, and a spotlight turned onto a lady with a beard. Wonderful and pretty, but not enough. The show started.

Pinheads. I sketched them in the dark, taking in their facial expressions. Innocence and pure happiness in their smiles. I was sure they would make beautiful sculptures. But my thought-riddled kind didn't think it was enough, I needed something more. Whether it was a dwarf or not.

A voice started singing after a legless lady and a dwarf did an act. I looked up from my doodles to see Elsa Mars. Her voice was shaky tonight, and it was noticed in the crowd. People whispered things to each other. Boos were thrown, as well as the food people bought. It hurt to see honestly. Miss Mars was an extraordinary talent, and I was worried something might have happened backstage.

So as I drew, I sneaked out of the tent. No one noticed thankfully. It seemed they were all too busy hating Elsa. I snuck around to the back of the big tent and saw about 10 tents and caravans. Each one had a unique design and the name of the person who lived there. Perfect. "Hey pretty lady, what are you doing back here?" A voice asked. I looked up as I quickly slammed my notebook shut. It was dark, I couldn't see his face.

"I...um..it was a bit overwhelming in there, and I didn't want to be part of a crowd that hates Miss Elsa Mars. She's a wonderful singer." I chuckled awkwardly. I did feel bad for Elsa. The man took my hand and led me to a small light. His hands felt odd, two...oh, it was Jimmy. The lobster boy. "I can't see you in the dark, but, are you Jimmy?"

"Obvious by my hands." He grinned. "I'm glad you're not scared."

"I come here all the time," I smirked at Jimmy, before opening up a spot in the big tent and watching the Tattler Twins perform. People looked more entranced with them than they did with Elsa. So I opened up my book and sketched their faces quick. "Everyone who performs here is my new inspiration."

"Inspiration?"

"Yeah." I turned back around and pulled out a Polaroid from my pocket. It was small, but it had a picture of a sculpture. The sculpture was of a clown. Dully painted and it looked like it had a mask on. The Polaroid made it look tiny, whereas, in reality, it was just as tall as a bottle. A water bottle maybe.

Jimmy took it and stared at it eagerly. "Did you make that?" I just nodded, still a bit shy of my work.

"I'm hoping to make a bigger one, maybe sell it somewhere. I was going to use one of my sketches of your acts as a way to get people interested. No one seems to like clowns anymore. Not the one I made anyway." I just shrugged, nonchalantly flipping through my notebook and the sketches. But soon enough Jimmy gave me back the picture, and I stuffed it in my pocket once again. Nearly everything had been done, so I was wondering why Jimmy hadn't performed yet. "Are you not doing it tonight?"

"Huh? Oh, na. Ma said to take a break, so I'm watching today. But it seems I got distracted by a pretty face." He winked my way, and I just smiled at him with confidence. Such a smooth talker. I decided to head back, however, I wanted to go back home since I had grabbed all the inspiration I had.

"Well thank you for the conversation, Jimmy. I didn't plan to stay long, so I should be getting home now." We reached my car quite swiftly. In the short silence, he handed me a little slip of paper. A number, like I could make so many calls to this man, and the address of the place. The freakshow had an address? No matter what I thought, I gracefully took it and smiled at him still. Whoops and claps surrounded the area, the show must have ended. "Uh, bye..!" I quickly said to the man as I got in my car and just as swiftly drove off.

"Um...Okay then." I heard him say as I drove off. It felt embarrassing, but I knew I was going to start asking him stupid questions otherwise. To distract myself from my own thoughts, I turned on the radio. Simple songs played, but it was nice as I got myself back home in almost record time.

Once I got home, I rushed myself inside and ran straight up to the studio. It was a small loft, and plenty of shelves engulfed the walls. The light was dim and only made a small difference to the light that the window brought in. In the middle of the room, a table, with a bowl of water on top of it, and a chair scooted next to it. There were plenty of additions to the table and the shelves. A place for my food, and drink. One table opposite my work table, in which I always placed my notebook. The notebook not only held my inspirations but also my final sketched-out piece of work that I would slowly craft.

Once I got everything ready, I settled the Notebook down. It was a finished drawing of Jimmy and Ma Petite. He was sitting down and smiling towards the lovely woman. And she stood on a wood stump, with a doll's crown on her head. Both are beautiful people. Both are hard work. As I sat down in front of the clay, I just stared at the drawing.

I started for what felt like hours and hours, focusing on the details of Jimmy's face that I drew. Almost like a distraction from my work, and what I was meant to be doing. His face, and his build. The way he talked, the way he walked. Everything I thought about took me further into a fantasy. The only way I left the sweet fantasy was by feeling the clay sinking into my elbow. "Shit.." I muttered, getting up quickly and cleaning off the damp clay. Probably a sign I should have started the sculpture already.

Either way, I got started and got myself into my work faster than ever.

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The box slightly clattered around the trunk as I drove. Every time I heard the noise, I cringed, hoping the bumpy road wouldn't break the sculpture. But since the road was getting more bumpy, and less careful, I knew I was close. The other reason I knew was because I saw the Seal Boy with Amazon Eve, taking down a poster. Confused, I stopped my car and walked up to the seal boy. "Um, hello. I was wondering why you were taking Ethel's poster down. Is she retiring?" I asked innocently. He just shook his head, almost seeming guilty.

"Ethel passed away recently. Elsa told us to take it down as soon as possible. And poor Jimmy's heartbroken..."

"Oh. Oh, that's dreadful. I was going up to the freakshow to give Jimmy something actually. Maybe it will help him?" I shrugged my shoulders as Eve came down from the footstool.

"What is it?" She asked, crossing her arms. As soon as she said that, I opened the car's trunk, and pulled the box out, opening it as I walked back towards them.

"It's him and Ma Petie. They were good inspiration, and, Jimmy is handsome."

Eve and Seal Boy looked at it endearingly. I put the box down and took out the sculpture. It was the size of both of my palms, so it fit perfectly. "I do hope he and Ma Petite like it. This is one of my bigger projects."

"It looks wonderful! Jimmy'll love it." Eve said. Happy with the response, I put it back in the box and in the trunk.

"Indeed. Will you guys be okay getting back or would you like me to ride you the rest of the way?" They looked at each other, before nodding. I led them to the car, and we all got in. Silence filled the car's journey, but soon enough we got to the back of the freakshow. "Where should I park?"

"Anywhere will be okay." Seal Boy smiled, so I parked by the Ferris wheel, and let the two of them get out. After that, I went to the trunk and took the box out. "Let's take you to Jimmy." He smiled, putting a hand on my shoulder. I nodded, and we walked to Jimmy's trailer. He was sat outside, staring at the ground.

"Jimmy. You have a guest." He said, before walking off. Jimmy looked up at me, and a smile enlightened his face.

"It's you."

"It's me, Jimmy! Also, Y/N. That's my name. I'm sorry I didn't throw it the other night. I was so caught up in my thoughts, and what I could do, I completely forgot."

"It's.. It's fine. I'm glad I get to see you again. Where did you meet Paul?"

I smiled at Jimmy, completely ignoring his question, and focusing on his eyes again. The images from the fantasy came back to me. But I internally shook them off and just placed the box in his lap. "I came across him and Eve while driving here. I decided to drive them back here. I'm sorry about Ethel."

"It's okay. What's in this box by the way?" Jimmy asked, staring at it in confusion.

"Open it and you will find out." I grinned, taking a chair and sitting beside him. He glanced at me before opening the box and taking out the figure. In shock, he dropped the box, thank god. But he kept a grip on the figure. The painted shadows, Ma Petite in her wonderful pink sari. Jimmy in his leather jacket, sitting by the wood stump. "I hope you like it, and that Ma Petite-" I got cut off as he hugged me closely. I quickly returned the hug, seeming that he liked it.

"It's wonderful Y/N. Thank you." He whispered, still not letting me go, but was happily accepted.

"I'm so glad you like it, Jimmy."

"I love it. I really do." He let the hug go and held onto my hands. "Let's show it to Ma Petite, and then maybe get some lunch? I'd like to return the favour." He winked again at me, and I felt like I was going to faint. But I nodded and squeezed his wrist.

"I'd love that Jimmy."

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[snugglebug-92]

Could you write a fic where the reader makes a joke about beard burn to her friends and how she wouldn't mind some on her thighs and Jimmy overhears and offers to eat her out until she has some beard burn.

You had a few of your friends over at the house to pre-game for the party the boys were going to be hosting later that night. You were a few shots deep which meant you had a lot less of a filter than normal. Both Hannah and Alex were also a few shots deep so the three of you were talking about random fantasies the three of you had.

"Y/n I wouldn't mind your brother ramming into me the same way he rams players into the boards," Alex giggles. It was no secret she thought your brother was hot but then so did half of the girls on campus. You shake your head at the girl before leaning back against your bed.

"He's still home Lex. You better hope he didn't hear you," you laugh as her face turns red. She takes another shot and looks at you.

"Okay so we know Hannah likes Char, I like your brother but who do you like?" Alex questions.

"It doesn't matter," you shrug.

"Yes, it does," Hannah speaks up.

"Look if I give you a name will you drop it?" you question.

"Yes," both girls squeal.

"Snuggs," you say, and both girls' eyes go wide.

"The freshman?" Alex blinks at you.

"Yes the freshman," you roll your eyes.

"I have so many questions," Alex giggles.

"You said if I gave you a name you would drop it," you narrow your eyes at her.

"Please?" she begs.

"Fine just one question," you sigh knowing with how drunk she is the whole conversation will be forgotten tomorrow morning anyways.

"So you aren't worried he's like a virgin or bad in bed since he's like a freshman," Alex asks giggling, at every other word.

"Look I really don't care if he's not super great in bed. He's a sweetheart plus he has a beard so beard burn between my thighs and that alone is worth it," you moan thinking about it.

Little did you know right outside your open door listening to the conversation was Jimmy. He didn't know who you were talking about but all he heard was beard burn and he felt himself get hard. He knew he shouldn't be feeling that way about you but you were gorgeous and he had been head over heels in love since he first met you when he took a tour and met the team last year. He quickly walked away forgetting what he needed from the kitchen going back to the boys.

The three of you decide you had pre-gamed enough and head to the party. Alex goes to flirt with some guys and Hannah after a lot of convincing from you goes to talk to Charlie. You knew Charlie thought she was pretty and all the both of them needed was a little push.

You were leaning against the wall watching everyone when you feel an arm slip around your waist. You stiffen but don't put up a fight knowing by how muscular it is you would lose the fight. You slowly look up and see none other than Jimmy causing you to instantly relax.

"I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay," you smile slightly cuddling into his side. You were always a very touchy person so it wasn't unusual.

"You look beautiful tonight," he compliments. A light blush coats your cheeks and you are thankful that is it not very light in the house otherwise he would have seen in.

"Thank you," you grin. Jimmy wraps his other arm around you and places his head on your shoulder. The two of you stand in silence for a while until he finally speaks up.

"So I have a question," he whispers in your ear.

"Yeah," you nod.

"What was that about beard burn between your thighs?" he questions. Your stomach drops and your face goes pale.

"I didn't mean anything about it I just," you sigh.

"I could help you with that. I mean I've got a little something here," he gestures to his face. Your eyes go wide as you stare at the boy. He looks at your expression and gulps. He definitely just ruined his chances with his dream girl now.

"I shouldn't have said that I'm gonna go," Jimmy sighs. You take one second to do the only rational thing in your mind. You absolutely plant one on him. He doesn't even freeze but instead, presses you against the wall. Your hands tangle in his hand and you moan when he slips his thigh between your legs brushing against your clothed center.

"Jimmy please," you whisper and he grabs your hand before leading you to your house. You two stumble up the stairs mainly due to the fact you keep trying to kiss.

Once you get up to your room he places you against the door and slots his lips to yours. You tug at his shirt and he slips it off before cupping your cheek.

"You still want this baby?" he questions looking into your eyes.

"Please kiss me," you beg. In a second his lips are back on yours. You thread your fingers through his brunette locks and he carries you to your bed. He sides your jean jacket off leaving you in just a pair of leggings and your bra top. He places open-mouthed kisses along the side of your jaw causing you to squirm under him. He reaches your collarbone and his hands ghost the top of your bra. You nod and he takes it off before cupping your breasts. He rolls both nipples causing you to arch your back against him. He kisses down to your waistband and you quickly shed those leaving you in just a pair of panties.

"We can stop right here if you want," he whispers placing kisses against your thigh.

"Please just ruin me," you moan, and his eyes darken.

"Okay," he growls ripping your panties off before rubbing his nose against your clit. He looks up at you before licking up your slit. Your eyes roll back to your head as he sucks your clit. He grazes your clit with his teeth causing you to arch your back and grind down against his face. You clench around nothing as you feel your first orgasm already approaching. You don't know if it's the fact you are slightly buzzed, the fact your dream man is on your knees for you, or how good he is but your cumming and he's barely even started.

"Do you want my fingers?" he questions and you nod.

"Please please," you whine as he slips one in. You scream out his name as his finger brushes your G-spot and you are seeing stars. He adds a second finger and you scream. Jimmy's thrusting his fingers in and out of you while sucking your clit and it's all so much. Your second orgasm is approaching and you cum on his fingers. He pulls them out and replaces them with his tongue. You're a moaning mess while his head is buried between your thighs and you never want him to stop. It feels so good and you're on the verge of your third orgasm when you start to feel it. The slight scratch of his stubble brushing against your sensitive thighs. You tug on his hair and he keeps his pace as you go into your 3rd orgasm. He pulls away and looks up at you watching your chest heave.

"Doin so good for me pretty girl," he smiles. You moan as you see his face coated in your slick. He places a kiss against your clit and you slightly push him away.

"Jimmy," you moan.

"You got one more in you, pretty girl. Please for me," he looks up at you and you nod as he gently sucks at your clit. He knows it won't take long so he's slow about everything wanting to savor this as long as possible. Your fourth orgasm hits you like a freight train and you go limp as he pulls away. He stands up and cups your face pulling your attention to him.

"Do you need me to?" you question looking at him.

"No I already did," he blushes. You go to stand up but as your legs brush against each other you moan in discomfort. His dick wasn't even in you and you can barely walk. What was it going to be like when it was? He grabs his t-shirt and slips it over your head before carrying you to the bathroom. Once you are done in there you two go back to your bedroom and crawl into your bed. As you start to fall asleep Jimmy starts to leave causing you to grab his hand.

"Please stay," you beg and he slips into bed right next to you. You turn around in his arms and place your head on your chest before falling asleep.

When you wake up the next morning Jimmy is gone but he left you a note you a quick to hide from your brother. Your door swings open to reveal Alex.

"Girl guess what," she squeals.

"As soon as you get me a pair of shorts or something I'll guess," you yawn. She grabs you a pair of shorts and holds up some panties causing you to nod. She tosses both your way and you slip the panties on. She looks at your thighs and her eyes go wide.

"Holy shit you didn't," she says. You shrug and she pulls you down forcing you to explain everything.

"Yeah, basically he overheard us and then made it a reality last night. 4 times and he didn't need anything in return. Best night of my life. Plus he didn't even use his dick and I could barely walk. Imagine what it will be like when he does," you laugh.

"Girl I still can't believe it's a freshman. Like yeah, Hannah likes a freshie but he's 21. You're a cougar," she giggles.

"What can I say. He's hot, plays hockey, and is great in bed," you shrug.

"Girl you better hope your brother doesn't find out," she says before pulling you downstairs. You shake your head at the girl but you hope that last night wasn't a one-time thing.

#jimmy snuggerud x reader

[critical-reflex]

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♤: can you lose your wallet and still have an identity?

♡: it matters who people think you are.

♤: what about who i think i am?

♡: irrelevant.

♤: what about you?

♡: i'm reading the writings on the walls. some of the ink has turned colors.

♤: and so here you are.

♡♤: waiting for the moment i confirm or deny.

♡: well, for the first five months of twenty-twenty i slipped into a dream and it was so meticulously crafted that i didn't notice the bizarre irregularities as i went on about my business.

example. the dream deli where i loved to tickle Jimmy's beard for a cold sub was situated at Roswell and Hunter. that's not accurate at all in reality, it's between Cheshire and York. but who cares, names are names.

i carried on doing what felt right. i worked at my desk. i was a good little boy and said excuse me every time i passed gas. i took Frogger out for a walk along his favorite route. no one stared at him weird for only having three legs. in reality he had four. numbers are numbers mmm.

at night i took out my contacts flawlessly - amazing because i never learned how. i washed my hands with the invisible water rushing out of the faucet. the heat pouring over me was a sure sign that it existed. and that's when i knew you were real - well, thought - because when you put your arms around me and snuggled me safely into your wings, i rediscovered love.

safety and love are rarely different.

and now that i'm awake, shaking from deep inside bone marrow, seeing constellations and mountains disappear without notice or news reports, segments of the sky being torn down like 80's wallpaper, i'm still a little iffy about a couple of things ...

♤: like when will i see you next?

♡: of course.

♤: if you're lucky, at the next meteor shower or blood moon.

♡: and what am i supposed to do until then?

♤: as you were. dreaming.

♡: dreaming is the only option i ever had.

♤: have you tried making music out of the chaos and destruction?

♡:

♤: hold my hand.

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[dmwrites]

“It’s not fair.” Joel muttered to himself. He was watching, not stalking, watching, Jimmy and Tango walking around Tumble Town together, chatting and laughing and looking like they were having a lot of fun. Joel hated fun, more specifically them. So, he flew down from his hiding spot to grouch at them. “Oi! Idiot toy and ice guy! You’re both so annoying!”

“JOEL!” Jimmy yelled, shaking his fist out of instinct.

“Woah, woah, big guy! You can’t talk to Jim like that!” Tango strode forward, frowning and crossing his arms at the god. “What’s got your toga in a bunch, huh?”

“I don’t need a reason to hate, I’m a god and he’s an annoying little toy. And you, ice boy, are his little soulmate, so you too will suffer.” Joel sneered at them.

“Jimmy, you know what?” Tango said thoughtfully. “I think that Joel here is projecting his anger onto us, because Etho didn’t come to visit him.”

Jimmy gasped. “Tango you’re a genius!” He started laughing. “Oh my god, Joel’s jealous!”

“Am not!” Joel said defensively. “I could care less about him, he was just some guy, I would never care what he thinks or why he didn’t come to see me even though you two morons got hang out with each other. I’m not jealous!”

Jimmy and Tango were laughing now, and Joel huffed and puffed at them, feeling how red his face must be. Tango was the first to stop, and spoke again.

“Listen, dude, you’re literally a god! Just, like, summon Etho here or something. I’m sure he’s just in his singleplayer world or something, hasn’t even noticed that the hermits left hermitcraft.”

“He can’t do that, he’s weak! He’s a weak little man!” Jimmy laughs turned into screams when Joel hit him with lightning.

It wasn’t too bad of an idea though, Joel thought as he flew back to Stratos. Perhaps if he prayed to his fellow gods, he could be granted some extra power to jump over to another world, just enough to grab Etho. He hated that Tango had read him like a book, but it was true, he missed his soulmate, and had sulked when he found out that Etho wasn’t among the people that had come through the rift.

“Oh great and powerful Peril.” Joel stood in the peaceful temple he’d built for some god he could hardly remember. And he wasn’t weaker then them, just to be clear, he was just collaborating with the other gods, because he just loved teamwork. “I don’t know if you know, but I once was in a relation ship, like an actual wooden boat that looked so cute, with a guy called Etho. You might know him, he’s kinda a big deal, super mysterious and cool. We were soulmates, I showed him everything he knows, well, you know how it goes. Anyway, I want to bring him here, but I need some-” and here Joel looked around conspiratorially, like someone would be spying on him from the bushes. The only person around was Hermes, who was playing in the water a ways away, “extra power to get him. Could you please help?”

There was a moment of silence, and Joel stood with his head bowed. And then, Joel felt a heaviness enter his skin, and he knew that the prayer had worked. He snapped his fingers, and a portal appeared in midair, rippling in the breeze.

“Hermes! I’ll be right back, son!” Joel called. Hermes looked up and waved. Joel stepped into the portal, closing his eyes and concentrating on Etho, his mask and his laugh and his sarcasm.

And when he opened his eyes again, he was in a field, and there was a man with a shock of white hair with his back to him. He was surrounded by bits of redstone machines, and Joel grinned.

“Honey, I’m home!”

Etho yelped and turned around, pulling out his sword. “Wha- who- hold on, Joel?”

“The one and only!” Joel couldn’t stop smiling.

“What- hold on, hold on. Why are you dressed like that, and why do you have a beard, and, most importantly, why are you here?” Etho cocked his head and approached Joel slowly.

“Listen, we don’t have much time before my extra power gives out.” Joel told him. “Long story short I’m a god now, surprise, and all of your hermit guys came through some rift into empires- you remember empires, right- and you weren’t there and I was upset because the silly toy got his soulmate back- come with me!” Joel grabbed Etho by the arm and dragged him into the portal, giving Etho no time to respond.

They appeared back in Peril’s temple in an instant, and Joel sighed as the heaviness in his skin left him, and the portal vanished. Etho gripped Joel’s arm and looked around.

“Where am I? Did I have some bad mushroom soup or something?”

“No, no, my friend, this is my kingdom, Stratos! I am super cool and hot, I’m a god, baby.” Joel spread his arms so Etho could behold it. “You’re impressed, I can tell.”

Etho’s breathing was slowing, and he let go of Joel. “It was just very sudden, all of this. You know, I was trying to figure out a redstone machine that could invert-”

“Hermes! Come meet your dad’s old fling!” Joel called.

“Dad?” Etho asked, distracted at once. Hermes came running over and waved right into Etho’s face. “Hi there. Is this your father?” Hermes nodded, hugging Joel’s leg for a moment before running off again. “You had a kid?”

“Oh, yes, with Daddy Sausage, it’s a funny story actually, we-”

“Sorry, who?” Etho interrupted, eyebrows raised high, a laugh making his voice crack.

“Oh, shut up.” Joel muttered. “Listen, I did not do all of this just for you to laugh at me for what I call the man I co-parent with. My builds are in the sky and amazing, and I am so tall and hot. Right?”

Etho eyed him over. “Still shorter then me.” He said.

“Etho, I swear!” Joel said, but he couldn’t help but smile. Etho was back with him, and it felt right.

#November 16 2022 #fic #hc x empires #smallishbeans #Etho is also there #boat boys #team ranchers mention at the beginning #long post

[the-indie-owl]

SpongeBob SquarePants Shipping Chart (FEEL FREE TO USE)

MAJOR UPDATE (10/14/2023): Added More Characters from the Musical

For the record, I've decided to create my own official blank shipping chart of one of my Fandoms for the very first time (since there isn't much SB Shipping Charts all over online so I created my own).

I've created Two Versions in case for Half of the Fandom's POV on the Two King Neptune characters (rather if you believe they are the same Character or Not).

Here are the Two Links for Full Versions in case to use for the Better Quality.

In case if you are confused of what each of the Ship Terms for what each of the Color represents...

❤️ = OTP (A Ship that You Love so Much and it is your own Main Favorite One out of all of the Other Ships) 🧡 = Platonic (A Ship that you prefer to be more than just Personal Friends rather than a Couple) 💖 = Crack (A Kind of Ship that is meant to be either Bizarre or Funny as in a Joke) 🩷= Love (A Ship that you also Adore but not that much of a Main Favorite) 💛= Like (A Ship that you do Enjoy but rather in a More "Causal" way to say the least) 💚= Neutral (A Ship that you have Mixed Feelings or Indifferent with) 🩵= Ok (A Ship that you're completely Fine with, but don't have any strong feelings towards it) 💜= Meh (A Ship that you just don't completely care nor pay any attention to) 💙= Dislike (A Ship that you just don't agree with or just not a personal fan of, if you don't have any too much Hate of it) 💙= Hate (A Ship that you just CAN'T STAND no matter how much that you despise) 🖤= Crash and Burn (A NOTOP that you Hate so much and is your own Main DEPISE One out of all the Other Ships)

Bonus Option: 💗= Ship with OC (A Character that you personally prefer to ship with Any of Your Own Persona/Mutuals' OC) 💚= Ship in Crossover (An X-Over Ship that you prefer to ship with Any Canon Character in the Franchise with a Different Character from Another Media) 🟤= Stay Single (A Character that you don't have enough ships and would just leave the Character to be Single without being shipped with anyone)

Characters in the Chart:

(Main Show)

SpongeBob SquarePants

Patrick Star

Gary The Snail

Sheldon J. Plankton

Squidward Tentacles

Sandy Cheeks

Mr. Krabs

Pearl Krabs

Karen

Mrs. Puff

Mermaid Man

Barnacle Boy

Larry The Lobster

The Flying Dutchman

Man Ray

Dirty Bubble

King Neptune

Queen Amphitrite

Prince Triton

Squidabeth

Barry Blobfish

Nosferatu

Slappy Laszlo

Slippy

Squidina Star

Chip Plankton

Tony 

Squilliam Fancyson

Squilvia

Patchy The Pirate

Spot

Snellie

Kenny The Cat

Perch Perkins

Bubble Bass

Old Man Jenkins

Kevin C. Cucumber

Flats The Flounder

Lady Upturn

Stanley SquarePants

Sam Star

Flapjack SquarePants

Bubble Buddy

Rube Goldfish

Gale Doppler

Plankrab

Charlton Hawkfish

Boat Salesman Shark

Hieronymus Glove

Karen 2.0.

Nurse Bazooka

Lord Poltergeist

DoodleBob

Don Grouper

Sticky Fins Whiting

Dorsal Dan

Dylan

Fred

Tom

Archie

Harry

Francis

John

Nancy Suzy Fish

Nazz Mimi

Tina Fran

Henry Bart

Franco

Sheila

Vera Fishbowl

Medley Fishbowl

Evelyn

Mevis

Buddy

Perry

Horace

Sheldon

Halbert

Jennifer Millie

Charlie

Frank The Goldfish

Jimmy Gus

Phil

Molly

Clay

Don The Whale

Harold (Red Fish)

Gus

Martin/Wobbles

Scooter

Lou

Harold "Bill" Reginald

Nat

Shubie

Dave

Sadie

Abigail Marge

Patty Rechid

Norma Rechid

Nathiel

Martha Smith

Thaddeus

Billy Lime

Harv

Frank (Lifeguard Guy)

Lloyd-Rich

Cara

Paco

Sylvester

Mabel

Old Man Walker

Lonnie

Mary

Sandals

Dennis

Miss Shell

Norma Edna

Debbie

Frank

Pilar 

Frankie Billy

Dale

Lenny

Mable-Monica

Purple Doctorfish

Norton

Richard

(Movies)

-1st Movie, "The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie"

Princess Mindy

Dennis

- 2nd Movie, "Sponge Out of Water"

Burger Beard

-3rd Movie, "Sponge On The Run"

King Poseidon

Queen Salacia (For those who don't know, in Roman Legends, Salacia was the Goddess of the Sea as well as the Actual Wife of Neptune (her Counterpart was Amphitrite, a Greek Goddess who was Poseidon's Wife). However, considering that the Franchise has secretly done an Alternate "Wife Swap" idea between the Consorts of the Greek/Roman Sea Gods, Salacia did appear in a Cameo of the Third Movie, regarding if it could be truly her or not. There was also a Semi-Design of Her through Concept Arts behind the Third Movie that I did found through ArtStation by 3D Developer (Michael Defeo). For those who are curious to know about the concept design behind King Poseidon's Wife in SB, here's the link that you can click on.)

Sage

Otto

Chancellor

Tiffany Haddock

(Spin-Offs)

-Kamp Koral

Narlene Narwhal

Nobby Narwhal

Kidferatu

Preda Tory

Roxy

Jimmy Blobfish

-The Patrick Star Show

Ouchie

(Musical)

Mrs. Mayor

Merlina Mermaid

Entity Punkfish

Goldfish

Fred Blutang

Bubbles

Bitsey

The Eletric Skates

(Other Media)

- Games 

Prawn ("Battle for Bikini Bottom")

Madame Kassandra ("The Cosmic Shake")

- Books

Princess Neptuna ("SpongeBob and the Princess")

Feel free to use if you like to use any version you want, either if you'd want to credit me or link my own charts in the descriptions/texts.

#indie text #spongebob squarepants #shipping chart #ship chart #ship chart blank #shipping meme #shipping meme blank #the patrick star show #kamp koral #sponge on the run #sponge out of water #the spongebob squarepants movie #the cosmic shake #spongebob squarepants musical

[joeyclaire]

Nothing to fear bc I’m already in love with your OCs. And I would love to hear more abt Micheal and those three other guys.

WILLOWWWWW i can always count on you fr. okay so. my fnaf guys.

michael my dear boy coparented with bee the fuckmaster <3 well you know michael if you know anything about fnaf but we made him better. we gave him a pet bearded dragon named vampire. we gave him a weird job history. he plays baseball. he picked up guitar to impress a lesbian he had a crush on. he’s bisexual.

my three other guys are jimmy daniel and arthur (art) and they are his friends!!! daniel and art met in 2nd grade and became friends because they both had Js in their last name, art and jimmy met in 5th grade in the principal’s office bc art was playing too rough during PE dodgeball and jimmy got caught graffitiing swear words in the boys’ bathroom, jimmy and daniel met through art, michael met daniel in 6th grade science class, but they all became bffs in middle school!!! they’re the worst. just awful. no other friends at school, michael is the closest to “popular” that any of them are because he’s a friendly guy but he gets much worse over time (re: after both his siblings die and he enters his wildly self destructive era) and that goes away too. jimmy and daniel are in love but they do not last and it ends extremely tragically. art is straight

#asks #tumblingclockwork #special guests #michaelverse #fnaf #ros does an ask meme #WILLOW <3333

[ucetheones]

Why Didn't You Tell Me?

Just a little update on my requests: I'm actively working on them! I just started this before and wanted to get it out of the way. Just keep sending them!! I accept imagines too.

Jey isn't used to being handled delicately. 

He isn't used to gentle touches, or kind hands on his body. 

Growing up, most people handled Jey with a rougher hand than his twin, and younger brother. Where Jimmy was praised and patted on the back for accomplishments, Jey was gripped and snarled at. When Jimmy would get overly excited, his mom would gently reprimand him, multiple times if needed. When Jey got that way, his mother's patience seemed to run thin almost immediately. 

In their defense, his mother and father did their best to be kind to him, but he suspects they knew there was something wrong with their son from the start. His father would call him a faggot when he'd cry too long, or if he was a little too close to a boy friend. 

He didn't know what the word meant, but it stung nonetheless. 

Though, the words stung a little less than the slap across the face that followed. 

Apologies in the form of gifts always came after, but the words 'I'm sorry, I love you' and physical comfort never accompanied them.

The only soft touches Jey was able to access was usually snuggling up with his younger brother when the boy would have a bad dream. Whether intentionally or not, Solo never sought anyone out but Jey. 

Eventually though, Solo grew out of needing his big brother to chase away the nighttime scaries, and with that growth, went the only person to hug the boy for more than a few seconds.

Jimmy used to be physically affectionate with Jey, but as they grew older the hugs, and kisses to his forehead were reserved for important moments.

For years, Jey convinced himself he didn't need to be handled with care, he wasn't some fragile thing who couldn't function without human touch. 

It worked for a while, it truly did, but by tenth grade, when his twin brother, cousin and all their friends had found girlfriends or flings, Jey had found himself wanting more and more a person who would hold him in their arms like it mattered. Like he mattered.

His friends, Roman and Jimmy teased him relentlessly for being the only person in their group without a girlfriend. 

Jey didn't know how to say he didn't want a girlfriend. He didn't want the companionship of a woman. So, he didn't tell them. 

Instead, he swallowed down his true wants and found himself a girlfriend. Her name was Rhea, and she was probably the prettiest girl Jey had ever laid eyes on. She actually asked him out first, and Jey readily agreed, especially with Jimmy standing beside him. He couldn't afford to turn her down without a feasible answer. 

So, they went on a date. And then another one, and then a few more. But, for the months they'd already been a couple, they hadn't so much as kissed once. She hadn't made the first move, and neither had Jey. It largely went unnoticed by Jey, until one day Solo asked him what his first kiss with Rhea had been like and he had to confess to the younger one they hadn't kissed yet. 

Solo hadn't laughed or even seemed shocked, he simply nodded at his older brother and softly whispered, "It's okay if you never kiss her, you know? Sometimes girls and guys don't belong together and that's okay! My friend's brother doesn't even date girls, and he's awesome."

Jey was stunned, in truth. His baby brother was clearly more mature than they'd ever given him credit for.

After the conversation with Solo, Jey found himself questioning what he was doing in a relationship with someone he wasn't attracted to beyond finding them pretty. So, he set out to break up with Rhea. Only after his explanation, the girl burst into laughter, her hand covering her mouth.

"Oh, baby. I guess we never did explicitly agree to be each other's beards. I thought you knew I like girls."

Jey isn't sure he wants to laugh, or be sick. It all made so much sense, at least for Rhea it did. But for Jey? Not so much. It's not like he didn't know what a beard was, or why people had them. It just wasn't for Jey…right?

"I'm not gay, though…" The words sound unsure to his own ears and Jey wants to wince. To her credit, Rhea doesn't laugh, but she looks at Jey with something akin to pity, and it makes his skin crawl.

"I'm not gonna tell you what you are, or aren't, but when you told me your brother and cousin were hounding you for not being interested in girls, I assumed you were queer...that was my bad."

Jey nods in understanding. He supposes that's fair, especially if he puts himself in Rhea's shoes. She needed a beard to hide her sexuality, and Jey needed one to get his cousin and brother off his back.

Rhea nervously chews at her lower lip, before blurting out, "you'll still be my beard, at least until you're ready to find someone; right? It keeps my dad off my back…" 

Jey takes a moment to mull it over before deciding he has very little to lose in this, so he nods. "Yeah, I gotchu' Rhea. Don't even sweat it, you're still doin' me a favor, anyway."

Rhea smiles brightly at him, it makes him feel good. Needed. 

That night in bed as Jey goes over the conversation, he can't help but wonder if maybe Rhea was right. 

What if he was queer? He could always admit when a guy was attractive, and had on more than one occasion found himself wondering what it'd feel like to kiss a guy…but those thoughts always felt too dangerous to venture out into. There's a wall that blocks Jey from accepting those thoughts long enough to do something with them.

Even now, in his own head, he feels like he can't let himself dig any deeper. It's too scary. It promises pain Jey knows he won't recover from.

It takes him longer to fall asleep than usual, and Jimmy's snoring definitely didn't do him any favors.

It's almost a full year before Rhea shyly tells him she found a girlfriend, her cheeks are bright red as she speaks and Jey can't help but smile for her.

"Tell me about her, Uce." That seems to be all it takes before the girl is launching into a story about her partner Liv. 

It only takes Jey a moment to pinpoint how he knows the name. She was in his English class a few years back.

Jey is happy for Rhea, he truly is. But now, he can't help but wonder if he's missing something. Rhea had found someone, but he hadn't even bothered trying. 

Deep, deep down, Jey knows why he wasn't able to find anyone. He hadn't tried to find someone because finding someone meant acknowledging the elephant in the room.

His fucking sexuality.

In truth, he also knows he should tell Jimmy and Roman his…issues surrounding his sexuality. They're the people closest to him, and all he's been doing is lying to them and keeping bits of himself fully locked away. But he also can't know how they'll take it. Would they be okay with it? Would they shun him? 

Would Jimmy tell their father that his biggest fear was confirmed? His son was deplorable. His flesh and blood was tainted by the very thing he worked so hard to keep Jey away from.

Maybe it was best to keep this inside. Maybe he could bring it up to Rhea. She was his safe space, after all. The only person besides Solo who truly knew that Jey wasn't even remotely interested in women.

It was a Friday when Jey was able to bring it up to Rhea. They'd been at his house watching movies and eating junk food, something Jey only indulged in with her. One film had ended, and they were in the middle of choosing a second when Jey blurted out,

 "I think I'm gay." 

His mouth clamped shut almost immediately, his heart was racing wildly in his chest and he couldn't fight the nagging feeling he'd made a mistake in admitting it.

To her credit, Rhea merely nodded and chucked the remote away, her body turning to lock eyes with the boy.

"I think you're gay too, honestly." She purses her lips, "and not because you 'act gay' like your dad has accused you of." Her tone takes an edge to it that's only present when she mentions her own father, or Jey's. He figures it has to do with their less than ideal parenting styles.

He nods softly at her words, knows she isn't finished from the furrow in her brow.

"Can I ask what brought this on?"

Jey almost feels ashamed to tell her that he's been developing a crush on the new boy in her friend group, but instead he shrugs, "Dom…" 

He turns his head so they're eyes aren't meeting anymore, but he swears he can still see the shit eating grin that overtakes her features. 

"My Dom-Dom?! You like him?!" 

Jey is quick to shush her, his face hardening into a glare. 

"Shut the fuck up! Jimmy is next door." Rhea holds her hands up in surrender, her pitch dropping, "that wasn't a no. You have a crush on Dominik." It isn't a question, it's a statement. 

Again, Jey shrugs his shoulders, now stuffing a handful of popcorn into his mouth to stall answering. "He's…pretty, I guess." Though he sounds unsure to himself, he also feels relieved to have admitted the truth. "It isn't like it matters, anyway though, he's probably straight."

The girl glares in his direction before tossing a gummy worm at his head. "Hey!"

"Don't be so fucking stupid, as if I would hang out with a straight person." Jey wants to cite himself as proof of the opposite, but this conversation isn't exactly straight. And neither is the reason Rhea had sought him out in the beginning, so he clamps his mouth shut and kisses his teeth. 

"You ain't gotta call me stupid, man. I just admitted to finding a guy pretty and my intelligence is attacked?" The pout on his lips is almost comical to the latter, but she has no time to comment before there's a shattering sound by the door before it's swung open revealing Jimmy. His brows are pinched, and there's a bowl of chips scattered at his feet.

He looks equal parts betrayed and like he'll throw up at any moment.

"You gay, Uce…?"

#jey uso #jimmy uso #angst #dominik mysterio #queer jey uso #roman reigns #rhea ripley #beards (relationships) #closeted #gay character #tw: child abuse #Rhea x Jey (beards) #jey uso/dominik mysterio (not endgame) #jey uso fanfiction #wwe #accidentally outted #tw: depression #tw: anxiety #tw: mental illness #sexuality crisis #Jey Uso Is The Actual Baby Of The Bloodline

[ladylilithprime]

From The Door, Where We Began

Series: Fluffy Faerie Tales

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel) pre-slash

Rating: General to Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Half-Fae Sam Winchester, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Selkie Jack Kline, Sam Winchester Is Jack Kline's Adopted Father, Sam Reading To Jack At Bedtime, Jimmy Grounding Castiel

Summary: Sam had assured his guests that putting his son to bed wouldn't take long... but then Jimmy caught the sound of an old familiar favorite book being read, and Cas followed.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 2: Eavesdrop

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IT WAS AN accident, for the most part, or at least that's what Jimmy planned to say if Sam questioned him later. He and Cas were waiting in the living room like good little houseguests, only Jimmy had needed to find the lavatory and had gotten a little turned around in the hall when he'd heard murmured voices. He hadn't meant to stop and listen, except that he had recognized what was being said - read, really - and his feet had drifted closer without really meaning to.

It was a small but comfortable bedroom, dimly lit by a single lamp on the bedside table that illuminated a glass of water, a clock, half of a twin-size bed, and the two occupants. The boy they had been introduced to as "Jack" was in the bed, covers tucked up around his chest under his arms and his head on the pillow. He was looking up with wide eyes at Sam, who sat perched on the edge of the bed with a large leatherbound book open in his hands from which he was reading and, Jimmy realized with a start, doing the voices!

"'Well, well, bless my beard!' said Gandalf," Sam read aloud, pitching his voice in a gruff and slightly rasping tone as if he was very old. "'Sam Gamgee is it? Now what may you be doing?'

"'Lor bless you, Mr. Gandalf, sir!' said Sam," and now the half-fae sounded uncannily like Cas and Jimmy's great uncle who lived out in Nebraska. "'Nothing! Leastways I was just trimming the grass-border under the window, if you follow me.' He picked up his shears and exhibited them as evidence."

Jimmy felt the warmth against his side as Cas joined him and lifted his arm to let his twin settle against his side so they both could listen. Cas managed to tuck himself into Jimmy so closely, willingly shadowing himself under his brother despite them being the same size, and Jimmy knew without looking that Cas's eyes were wide with wonder at hearing their host reading to his son from the same book their own mother used to read to them.

"'I don't,' said Gandalf grimly," Sam read, making Gandalf sound very grim indeed. "'It is some time since I last heard the sound of your shears. How long have you been eavesdropping?'

"'Eavesdropping sir?'" Sam affected a bewildered tone to the hobbit's voice. "'I don't follow you, begging your pardon. There ain't no eaves at Bag End, and that's a fact!'"

Jack giggled, clapping his hands over his mouth, and Jimmy very nearly did the same. Cas turned his head to press his face against Jimmy's chest-- hiding the sudden rush of heat from embarrassment, Jimmy knew. After all, Sam had reached the part of the story where Gandalf and Frodo were being eavesdropped upon and here he and Cas were eavesdropping right along with poor Samwise!

Well, there was no help for it now. It was pretty much impossible that Sam didn't know they were there, and since he hadn't drawn attention to them or shooed them away Jimmy was reasonably certain that they weren't completely unwelcome. With that in mind, he shifted to lean his back more fully against the door frame and gave Cas his left hand, unsurprised when his twin immediately reached for the black and silver fidget ring. His right arm stayed securely around Cas's shoulders with a gentle but firm pressure to mimic a weighted blanket, and after a few spins of the ring Jimmy could feel Cas slowly relaxing again, the tension seeping out of him as his head tilted towards the room's occupants, listening to Sam read.

Jimmy kept his focus on Cas for a few more heartbeats, taking a moment to ground himself in his brother just as Cas was using Jimmy to ground himself. Soothed by the knowledge that his brother was safe and okay, he let himself tune back in to Sam's reading as Frodo bid Samwise answer Gandalf's questions.

"'Well, sir,' said Sam dithering a little. 'I heard a deal that I didn't rightly understand, about an enemy, and rings, and Mr. Bilbo, sir, and dragons, and a fiery mountain, and - and Elves, sir,'" Sam read on, taking a tone of awe and earnest wonder just like Jimmy had always thought must have been the case from a country hobbit who had never been beyond the Shire.

"Elves?" Jack broke in curiously. "Like you an' Uncle De an' Grandma and Grandpa?"

"Not quite," Sam shook his head. "Your Grandpa used to be human before he earned his immortality to stay with your Grandma. Because of that, your Uncle Dean and I could probably be considered half-elven by Tolkien's standard, except your Grandma is a princess of the Seelie Court. Different powers and different rules."

"Oh," Jack hummed, then yawned widely. "Can you read some more, please, Daddy?"

"Just another page, and then you need to sleep," Sam said sternly, smiling when Jack nodded in agreement. "Alright, where was I... ah. 'I listened because I couldn't help myself, if you know what I mean. Lor bless me, sir, but I do love tales of that sort. And I believe them too, whatever Ted may say. Elves, sir! I would dearly love to see them. Couldn't you take me to see Elves, sir, when you go?'"

Jimmy tucked his own smile into Cas's hair and settled in to listen. And if he fancied that Sam's eyes flickered in his and his brother's direction when he had Gandalf boom "come in", well, they could talk about it later.

#fluffy february 2024 #rk writes #supernatural fic #urban fantasy au #sastimmy

[recordsfm]

╰   ☆  ◞ milo manheim / cis man / he/him  ———  no way is that dallon markham? you know they’re TWENTY-SIX YEARS OLD and they’ve been in los angeles for THREE YEARS. they’re chillin’ as the OWNER of BLAZED. oh and they’re notoriously known for being CLOSED OFF but there are some people who have seen them be LOYAL. i heard they’re a part of a BAND called THE WALLETS, yeah they’re a VOCALIST/GUITARIST/BASSIST to be honest they sound a lot like WALLOWS. they’re actually RISING STAR.

PART ONE: STATISTICS. 

basic information:

FULL NAME: Dallon Fable Markham

NICKNAME(S): Dally boy

AGE: 26

DATE OF BIRTH: September 28th 1997

PLACE OF BIRTH: Chicago, Illinois

GENDER: cis man

PRONOUNS: he/him

ORIENTATION: hetrosexual

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English, some Spanish,

NEIGHBOURHOOD: Riviera Beach

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: Seaside oasis apartments

family ties:

MOTHER: Angela Anderson Bertuzzi

GRANDMOTHER: Abigail Anderson

FATHER: Brandon Markham Carmen Bertuzzi

SIBLINGS: Violet Bertuzzi, Michaela Bertuzzi (12)

SPOUSE / PARTNER: none

CHILDREN: none

PETS: none

occupational information:

OCCUPATION: Owner/chef at blazed

POSITION: Chef

SKILLSET OR SPECIALISATION:  Cooking, heat tolerance,

NAME OF THEIR ACT: Wallets

SO THEY PLAY INSTRUMENTS? IF SO WHAT?: Guitar and bass

HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN A PART OF THE ACT?: 10 years

ARTIST INFLUENCES: The wombats, the 1975, twenty one pilots

CURRENT MONTHLY SPOTIFY/APPLE MUSIC LISTENS ON AVERAGE: 510.2 K

personality:

WESTERN ZODIAC: Libra

CHINESE ZODIAC: Ox

POSITIVE TRAITS: loyal, hard working, comical

NEGATIVE TRAITS: closed off, Independent, stubborn

HOBBIES: Smoking weed, playing around with his guitar, cooking, surfing, having sex

AESTHETICS: fading hickies, empty bottles of jack, grease stained aprons

PART TWO: QUESTIONNAIRE. 

IF YOUR MUSE IS A MUSICIAN:

start at the beginning, who are you and why are you important?

"Uh yeah, my name is Dallon Markham. I play the bass and sing for a band called The Wallets."

how long have you been making music?

"Oh Jesus, uh...", Dallon trailed off as he scratched his beard, trying to do math while currently stoned out of his mind. Fuck. Why did they wanna interview us all separately? What was I doing again? Or right. "Since I was like 18. That's when we really started to do the band seriously. But I was in music lessons ever since I was a kid."

how would you describe the kind of music you make?

"It's pretty much just three kids fucking around with their instruments really."

who are some of your biggest musical influences?

"Definitely Cartel, Peach pit, Jimmy Eat World, and Finch."

what is the first record you ever bought?

"Oh god. My step dad got me take off your pants and jacket, by Blink-182 for my 5th birthday, when he was still just dating my mom. We always were listening to The Rock Show"

what has working in the music industry meant to you thus far in your career?

"As bad as this is gonna sound, it's not really a career to me... It's just a hobby. Something that I do because it's fun and I love it. A career to me is a legacy, and for me, I hope that's my food and culinary career."

what are some stand out moments from your career so far?

"Well touring was pretty cool. But that didn't last very long at all."

how would you describe your style of performance? what makes your shows worth seeing?

There was a grimace that spread across the man's lips, quickly erasing his smile. In that moment, he really wished that Ash was there. Or hell his aunt. Anyone who could feed him lines. "I think we have a good energy", the man thought on his feet. "I try and interact with the crowd as much as possible, and I know Ash does too."

what are you still hoping to achieve in your career?

"Honestly, I'm not wanting much more from my music career. Wallets was something I just did with my cousin. It's fun and all, but it's not my passion anymore." I just use being in a band to get laid really, the man silently added. Knowing more then enough not to let that thought slip past his lips.

what’s next for you?

"Uh well", Dallon paused to think. "My main goal right now is to actually focus on my business. About six months ago I officially opened a food truck called Blazed. We're the only food truck in LA that currently sells cannabis infused food. But we sell regular food too, because there is such thing as too many edibles."

PART TWO: BACKGROUND:

will be added

#sonicfm:intro

[jvstheworld]

My Ted Lasso Re-watch: S2E2

Lavender

Oh Jamie, going from reality TV, to talk show and looking like a muppet. Also, the bit with Phil and Holly has not aged well with ermmm... Recent discoveries behind the scenes. Not of Ted Lasso, of the talk show This Morning.

Man City doesn't want Jamie. But he still has support of fans, that's good. We do eventually find out why he left Man City.

Beard and Jane are not a good or healthy couple. They should not be together. Beard deserves better but the thinks that's what he deserves.

Nate micromanaging Will. He's just doing his job, and doing it well. Leave the poor guy alone.

Aww, Will has a girlfriend. Good for him.

Roy cares about his new team. Especially Kokoruda and Phoebe. Too bad he wants nothing to do with Richmond.

Keeley knows what she likes in a man and isn't afraid to express it. Go Keeley.

Ted riding the lawn mower, what a dork.

Ted is hurt about Dr Sharon staying for the season because he still doesn't trust her. Even though it's good for the team and later him. She does have a cool bike though.

Ted is confusing. He wants to be included about decisions for the team but wants Higgins to make his own mind up about things. It was Higgins's idea to bring Dr Sharon in and since he is director of football operations (what does that even mean)? He should get a say in what is best for the team. And Dr Sharon is what is best for them.

Nate is still too quick to complain about Will. I will say, personally I find lavender to be kind of horrible to smell.

No one wants Jamie. Because he shows no loyalty to anyone. And clubs and the public have seen that. They don't wasn't to sign him for something if he's just going to jump ship when he gets bored.

Ted bursting though doors is everything to me. I love that manic pixie dream boy. But yeah, don't barge into a therapist's office.

Sudeikis does actually play video games in real life, because they are fun. If something is taking over your life you should change your habits to prevent it from taking up most of your waking hours. This only applies to non-addictive things. You don't want to deprive yourself of enjoyment because that will make you miserable, but just adjust how you view that relationship you have with it. It's why some people struggle with dieting. Because they try to eliminate the things that are 'bad' for them, instead of accepting that they can be part of their diet but not a major part of it.

Ted is very disarming. He wants to know everything he can about a person straight away. But Dr Sharon sees through it.

Keeley mentioning Dubai Air, for the campaign that Sam will be a part of next episode.

Robert Plant and Jimmy Page. I have watched too much Supernatural to have gotten that joke before Ted did. Plant and Page were Sam and Dean's most used aliases. You are off your game here Ted, Dr Sharon really must have you rattled.

'What a fucking arsehole' is back again, because Dr Sharon doesn't eat sugar. I'm going to have to keep track of how many times it's said in the show.

As much as Rebecca might know what her problems are, she still show see a therapist because they would have knowledge and the capabilities to help her move on from her relationship with Rupert. She manages on her own well enough, but there are still things that might need addressing. And Ted, he works out that he needs help eventually. Friends aren't your therapists, they can only do so much to help. If you need help, see a professional, your friends are your support network to help keep you in the right path to getting to a healthier emotional state. You're not burdening people by sharing your problems, but they might not always be able to help you in the way you need, that's where professionals come in. Spoken as someone trying to get that help now.

#ted lasso #rebecca welton #keeley jones #jamie tarrt #roy kent #nathan shelley #coach beard #will kitman #ted lasso rewatch #tv show thoughts

[neonwizardheehee]

MCYTBLR Holiday exchange

@ghastspidergwen your Secret Santa is bringing you a little superhero AU !!

I am no writer but an AU hardly works without some explanation so I had to sit down and think of something for my playlist to make sense XD If it reads like a Wikipedia article then yeah that's why XD

Big thanks to @mcytblrholidayexchange for organizing and managing this! It was a pleasure taking part and seeing the gifts now <3

But first let me introduce you to our hero and main gift: Grien the mysterious moustachied superhero!

Yes we're going for 100 Hours Hardcore crew so here is what I envisioned for the story:

MCYTBLR Holiday Exchange

The story of Grien the mysterious superhero

SMP: 100 hours hardcore After a long day of observing Scar trying to do an MLG water bucket trick and ultimately having to make a fort out of all the beds he and Joel managed to carry, Grian flops himself down onto one of the mattresses when the sun begins to set. There he lies with Scar and Joel still jumping down from various heights around him. He falls asleep and dreams of a time where he truly had the powers to protect Scar…

It’s the Christmas Eve of 2001, an 8-year-old boy named Grian wakes up from his sleep due to his cold and rummaging in front of his window. With a cough, he gets up from his bed to check out the disturbance. Outside he finds a bearded figure dangling outside the window of his family’s apartment and helps them come into his bedroom. The mysterious person is wearing a long red coat that matches along brown beard, magnificent hair paired with fiery red eyes. He introduces himself as Wizard Joel but in Grian minds, he is Santa; albeit wilder than he imagined him to be. The little boy gives him milk anyways which the Wizard gladly drinks and afterwards his eyes seem to not be on fire anymore and he smiles at the boy. Joel reveals that he accidentally set off a trap for a device he was building and enlists Grian to help complete it. While they walk to the rooftop Grian asks “Santa” a lot of questions about his powers and compares them to his knowledge of superheroes. Joel gladly shows off and talks about his travels far and wide and the wonders of magic he can conduct. On the rooftop Grian finds a huge and complicated machine whose intention he cannot fathom but wanders after the Wizard who seems to be set on finishing his build. The Wizard talks about a lot of technical things and explains them to Grian who solemnly nods along. He coughs more often now exposed to the uncozy weather and the Wizard gives him a glowing piece of jelly which he swallows. Several minutes of shivering and complicated explanations later Joel asks Grian to hand him the glowstone. The boy looks at him with surprise, for he has taken this glowstone to be medicine for his cold. In that moment Grian’s body begins to shine and wings form on his back. He excitedly flaps them and starts to levitate above ground. Joel is shocked and makes Grian come down to explain to him that the glowstone is a wishing jelly. Grian’s mind subconsciously chooses his superheroes and now little Grian has their powers. Nevertheless, Wizard Joel makes him promise to not use his new superpowers before he leaves.

The Wizard returns to London in 2022 with Lizzie, his murderous wither killer and wife, to investigate Area 77, a multinational research company. Upon spying on the company, they encounter a quirky owner of a mystery-podcast, Scar, who is conducting a similar investigation for a new episode. Scar marvels at Joel for bringing snacks to a takeout to which according to Joel is a sign of a professional at work. The group discovers that Area 77 is being secretly run by robot brains that transplant themselves into any living creature they need for their plans. They witness the conversion of the company owner called Jimmy from a human brain to a robot brain by the hand of an already converted member, Scott. With his now heightened senses the robot brain inside Jimmy discovers the spies and threatens to convert them too. Scott and Jimmy chase Joel, Scar and Lizzie around until they have them at gunpoint. Suddenly the walls break and a figure flies inside not bothered by bullets or shattering materials around them. Scar screams with delight as he recognizes the figure as the town’s very own superhero called Grien. The superhero with colourful wings and a moustache fights Jimmy and Scott until they hide away. Scar retells story after story about the mysterious Grien, fighting evil by moonlight and his secret double life by daylight. He’s very much a topic in Scar’s mystery-podcast for he is curious about Grien’s secret identity. Soon after Grien joins the group and Scar starts to fire questions at him to secure him for an interview for his podcast. To everyone’s surprise the moustached man accepts the interview and even offers to fly Scar home, who jumps in delight at being lifted into the night sky. He gets transported very close to his home which impresses Scar and fuels his imagination about the powers of Grien. The superhero says his goodbye as he must attend another emergency and Scar wishes him luck and sends him off.

Instead of another emergency Grien flies through the window on the back wall of Scar’s house and transforms back into Grian, a 29-year-old boy without a moustache, only to find himself in front of the angry faces of Wizard Joel and Lizzie. They tracked him down via the glowstone in his body and are angry at him for using his accidental superpowers. Grian tries to explain the situation but gets interrupted by the door being opened and a familiar voice asking about his whereabouts. He rushes out of the room and Joel’s and Lizzie’s jaws fall on the floor as Scar enters the flat and rushes to pet his cat Jellie. Grian mentions that he is cat-sitting Jellie for Scar and Joel rolls his eyes so hard even Lizzie is concerned. After an initial cuddling session with Jellie, Scar notices the two new people in his apartment and recognizes them from earlier this evening. Scar motions the Wizard to come over and sit in a dusty corner with him where he pulls out a squeaky toy figurine of a creeper that he calls “Bob, the Building Inspector”. He interrogates Joel about his intentions and uses Bob as a stress toy to get the Wizard to answer. Joel reveals to him that the robot brains colonise planets by taking control of their prominent leaders, with Earth being their next target.

Leaving Scar to prepare for his interview with Grian’s alter ego, Joel and Lizzie track down the robot’s ship in a low orbit and board it via their magic. Scott senses them there and they discover that the ship's reactor is in a critical state and realise from Scott that he intends to drop it on London. Remembering an observation made by Lizzie, Joel realises the city would be vaporised except for the Area 77 building. World leaders would then take shelter in the company's other buildings within each capital city, believing Earth was under attack, effectively allowing the robot brains to take them over. 

Meanwhile Scar is led by Grien to the rooftop that is decorated nicely with candles, flowers and a basket with food and drinks. They sit down and Scar starts to ask Grien about how he copes with his double life, his powers and intentions. Suddenly they are interrupted by Jimmy and two other robot brains called Oli and Fwhip who threaten Scar so they can convert Grien’s brain into a robot one too. Luckily Grien activates his superpowers and manages to free himself from Jimmy’s grip. Having only one hostage left, Jimmy sends Oli and Fwhip downstairs to grab Jellie as a second hostage. Before they reach the door Grian chimes in to protect Jellie from any harm. Scar is very impressed until Grian gets captured as well.

At the same time onboard the ship where Joel and Lizzie are currently trying to save the earth, they can only manage to get in contact with Scott for some questions. After Scott let it slip that the ship is to be dropped at a designated time, Joel uses this piece of information for a change of plans. Lizzie is not amused and scared when Joel forces its descent ahead of schedule and crashes towards London. He manages to contact Grian due to his superhearing abilities and warn him about the ship that’s going to destroy his beloved town. Jimmy screams in fear that it’s too soon and they all prepare for impact. But the impact never comes. When Scar opens his eyes he sees Grian holding the ship up with his bare hands and finally connects the dots that the mysterious Grien he’s so interested in is in fact his cat-sitter Grian. Said person only shrugs his shoulders and turns around upon hearing the Wizard arrive. Joel congratulates him and takes Jimmy, Oli and Fwhip captive not without reminding Grian to throw the ship into a nearby sun so it can’t do any harm. Grian follows suit but not before Scar gives him a long hug and says that he always preferred his cat-hero.

With a smile on his face Grian wakes up to find Scar and Joel sleeping. With so many beds around them as cushions to prevent Scar from dying they easily found a place to sleep as well. Knowing he did his best and promising himself he’ll keep an eye out for Scar, Grian smiles to himself and carries on with his day.

~

And with that I hope it makes you smile a bit and lets you have a good day!!! Merry Christmas it was a joy talking to you the past weeks and get to know you!

(yes, the story is from the Doctor Who Christmas Special "The Return of Doctor Mysterio" - if you haven't seen it I highly recommend it (it's watchable without any Doctor Who knowledge) to have a bit more banter, feels, laughs and visuals for this AU)

#writing def destroyed me bc I'm used to academic writing so I once again apologise for the wikipedia-writing style ksksks #mcytblrholidayexchange #mcytblrholidayexchange2022 #100 hours hardcore #100 hours smp #Spotify

[devils-pirate-crew]

Before any of them can continue their conversation, they're interrupted by the three men sitting to their left. The one furthest left, a somewhat familiar ginger man with a frankly impressive beard, sighs at the one in the middle, who's just slumped down on the counter, clearly a little wasted already - and it's barely lunch time. Looks like these guys are starting early.

The third one, sitting next to Arber, laughs raucously. He looks simultaneously five years older and five years younger than he probably is, with a tuft of curly hair right on top of his head. Overall, he's just a strange specimen of a man. He apparently lost his dress shirt before coming here, his fancy black coat billowing open to reveal the plains of his tanned chest and stomach.

Not that Dawson's looking, mind you. But it's difficult not to when it's being put on display like that.

Curly Boy reaches over to ruffle Middle Boy's hair while Ginger Man returns to taking a long sip of his beer, pointedly pretending to ignore what's going on between the other two, even if his eyes keep flickering back over again. "Jimmy," Curly Boy whines out the second syllable. "There's no way you can be this far gone already!"

Ginger Man takes another deep breath. This seems oddly like a daycare he's been entrusted to run. "I thought Germans were good at holding their alcohol," he comments idly, tempering his demeanor carefully to convey a sense of nonchalance.

Middle Boy - Jimmy props his chin up on his forearms, a furious blush of intoxication painting his cheeks. "I am," he protests. "Brady's just being mean."

"Brady's always mean," Quinn now chimes in, strolling over to give Curly Boy - Brady a playful glare. "You get used to it."

Dougie leans back on his stool, whistling at Ginger Man. "Giroux!" he calls. "How's it?" Oh. That makes sense.

Claude raises his eyebrows, similarly leaning back to see Dougie clearly. "Hamilton!" He breaks out into a smile - whether it's at the recognition of a fellow reddish-haired pirate or the recognition of a fellow mostly-sane pirate is still up in the air. "It's going."

"New ship," Dougie replies. "She treating you well?"

Giroux nods. "They elected me quartermaster," he shoots back, raising his voice to be heard over the indiscriminate bickering of Jimmy, Brady, and Quinn. "Reeled in two big catches since Brady became captain, too. How's Jersey Devil?"

Arber smiles into his drink at all the chattering going on around them. Hamilton, eh? he shoots to Dawson. Interesting.

Dawson looks down to the bandages on his left hand, fiddling with them. He knows what Arber's getting at here. He took the name when he learned to read, is what he told me. His dial has that name too. I think that's where he got it from.

Dougie stands, long legs stretching out, and paces to behind Claude, hooking his chin on Claude's shoulder - it's a move he's done many times to assorted crewmembers, especially Dawson, so the pilot's mate is used to it by now. Giroux doesn't flinch either, merely grinning back. "Same old," the pilot shrugs. "Have you met my kid yet?"

Claude takes a moment to think, then shakes his head no. "Still can't believe Nico trusted you with one."

"Dawson!" At Dougie's voice, the pilot's mate scurries off his stool, crossing to offer a hand to Giroux as a greeting. The elder pirate takes it, shaking. "This is Dawson Mercer," Dougie introduces. "He's been with us for a couple years now. A little shy, though," he chuckles. Dawson can feel Claude's gaze on the bandages, the silent question and concern in the air, but he can't find a good way to dismiss it. Instead, his eyes go back to Quinn, who's left the other two alone and is now working on wiping down the counter. The better a tip you give me, the more I can remember.

#storyline #d.mercer|91 #b.tkachuk|7 #c.giroux|28 #t.stützle|18 #q.hughes|43 #d.hamilton|7 #a.xhekaj|72

[casautism]

a deep dive into my dean winchester playlist

(this is not all of them, there’s so many zeppelin references that i might explode trying to get all of them)

as far as song choice goes, i either picked my favorites, or ones I thought applied to dean best !

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S1E01 - pilot

sam goes through dean’s cassette collection and lists mötorhead, metallica, and black sabbath

motörhead [orgasmatron / overkill]

metallica [creeping death / metal militia]

black sabbath [sabbath bloody sabbath / neon knights]

other motörhead references include… S10E22, S14E19

other metallica references include… S1E4, S4E12

other black sabbath references include… S2E18, S10E22, S11E11

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S1E10 - asylum

dean introduces himself as nigel tufnel (of spinal tap)

[stonehenge / hell hole]

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S1E11 - scarecrow

dean introduces himself as john bonham (led zeppelin’s late drummer)

[ramble on / traveling riverside blues] <- also listed as his favorite songs in S4E18

other zeppelin references include… S3E5, S5E5, S8E16, and probably like 30 others

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S1E14 - nightmare

dean introduces him and sam as “father simmons and father frehley” (gene simmons and ace frehley of kiss)

[rock and roll all nite / detroit rock city]

other kiss references include… S10E18

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S1E17 - hell house

dean recognizes the symbols drawn from a blue öyster cult record

[then came the last days of may / (don’t fear) the reaper]

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S2E09 - croatoan

the boys pose as us marshals billy gibbons and frank beards (zz top)

[gimme all your lovin / sharp dressed man]

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S3E16 - no rest for the wicked

dean uses a license with the name “hagar” (sammy hagar of van halen)

[jump / runnin with the devil]

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S4E5 - monster movie

the boys use the aliases “agent angus and agent young” (angus young of ac/dc)

[hells bells / thunderstruck]

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S4E6 - yellow fever

sam and dean use the aliases “tyler and perry” (steven tyler and joe perry of aerosmith)

[same old song and dance / walk this way]

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S5E14 - my bloody valentine

the boys use the aliases cliff and marley (famous reggae musicians jimmy cliff and bob marley)

[I Can See Clearly Now / You Can Get It If You Really Want]

[Could You Be Loved / Get Up, Stand Up]

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S8E2 - what’s up, tiger mommy?

dean introduces himself as sam as “agents neil and sixx” (vince neil and nikki sixx of mötley crüe)

[Don’t Go Away Mad (Just Go Away) / Bastard]

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S8E4 - bitten

the boys identify themselves as “special agents rose and hudson” (saul hudson (slash) and axl rose of guns n’ roses)

[november rain / paradise city]

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S8E8 - hunteri heroici

team free will uses the aliases “nash, crosby, and stills” (graham nash, david crosby, and stephen stills, famous folk rock musicians)

[I Used To Be A King / Better Days]

[Immigration Man / I’d Swear There Was Somebody Here]

[Love The One You’re With / Rock and Roll Crazies]

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In S8E17 - goodbye stranger

the boys use the aliases “tandy and lynne” (richard tandy and jeff lynne of electric light orchestra)

[Mr. Blue Sky / Telephone Line]

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S9E14 - captives

the boys use the aliases “nicks and mcvie” (stevie nicks and christine mcvie of fleetwood mac)

[Landslide / Dreams]

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S10E13 - halt & catch fire

sam and dean use the aliases “cobain and grohl” (kurt cobain and dave grohl of nirvana)

[About A Girl / Where Did You Sleep Last Night]

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S10E14 - the executioners song

sam and dean use the aliases “moore and ranaldo” (thursten moore and lee ranaldo of sonic youth)

[Teen Age Riot / Superstar]

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S10E19 - the werther project

dean goes undercover as a member of the neighborhood watch using the name dwight twilley

[I’m On Fire / Looking For The Magic]

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S10E22 - the prisoner

the sherrif finds an id using the name freddie mercury (of queen)

[the show must go on / somebody to love]

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S11E4 - baby

dean uses the alias “agent walsh” (joe walsh of the eagles)

[Hotel California / Life In The Fast Lane]

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S11E13 - love hurts

dean uses the alias “agent weller” (paul weller of the jam)

[Town Called Malice / In The City]

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S11E20 - don’t call me shurley

sam and dean use the aliases “agent greer and ehart” (billy greer and phil ehart of kansas)

[carry on wayward son / play the game tonight]

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that was a lot. the complete list is can be found here !

i should have a “deep dive into my sam winchester playlist” coming soon !

#supernatural #dean winchester #character study #characters and music go together so well in my head #spn #jensen ackles #music #putting two special interests together call me the great autismo