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givemea-dam-break · 3 months

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if there's one thing i love (and hate) about rick riordan's writing, it's that he doesn't always give everyone happy endings

**beware, spoilers for the burning maze follow this wonderful cut**

in fiction, we almost always see main characters come together and then we assume they stay together, right? for percy and annabeth, that much is a given. if you know me, you know that i love lockwood and co by jonathan stroud, and it's implied that lockwood and lucy get into a relationship after the final book - and we all assume that they stay together, right?

almost every fictional couple i can think of - and i mean teenage ones, from middle grade/young adult books - have a happily ever after.

but rick doesn't do that, and i so so appreciate that.

although jason and piper's breakup is so hard for me as a long-time jiper fan to accept, it was so necessary. because how often do we see fictional couples break up? no matter how good a relationship is, it might not last. and rick wrote that. and it broke my heart, but at the same time healed it.

i mean, growing up, i adored percabeth and they essentially set my standards, as they did for many people. but not every relationship is percabeth (as piper said in tbm, which i found quite funny lol). as a young girl, breakups made me think i was unloveable or that there was something wrong with me, because if book characters could get together and stay together, why couldn’t i? (ignoring the fact that i was a literal pre teen in school)

the burning maze is a more recent book, but i was still in my early teens when it came out. i was the biggest jiper shipper ever, so i was utterly heartbroken, but it made me realise that breakups happen to even the relationships we think are the best, or ones that seem pretty stable and healthy. (ofc their relationship was built on lies made by Hera for the sake of the lost hero, but the point is that they had been a stable couple pretty much for the rest of that series)

it's so so important, in my opinion, that we see this in younger books. not every relationship will end well, no matter how good it is. and i know that this seems like a pretty basic take, something most people know, but for 13 year old eden who had gone through her biggest and worst breakup just shortly before this book came out (funnily enough the guy looked like jason and we both loved pjo) it helped me come to terms with the fact that not every relationship is a percabeth relationship. some are jiper, and that's okay.

#i will forever love and hate rick for this #omg i wrote this out in october why did i never post it #anyways just eden thoughts #givemea-dam-opinion #riordanverse #trials of apollo #the burning maze #jason gra #ce #piper mclean #rick riordan #percabeth #jiper

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zuzufromtheafterlife · 8 days

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A Few More Moments

Panting breaths fell from Jason's lips as he stood crouched on a fire escape. He hadn't been in Gotham long and already he was running into the Bats. Though none of them have noticed him in public, Tim never meeting him before he passed away and the fact he had grown quite since the incident, he has had some pretty close calls.

Like just then where he nearly ran into Nightwing. That would've been a disaster in itself even if Dick didn't recognise who he was, not that he could with his helmet on.

He couldn't be found just yet.

Read here on ao3 @fandom-free-bingo @eclipsingbingo

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kuiinncedes · 4 months

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#bro the endless p/jo gifs on my dash have slightly reawoken the p/jo in me #but that rly just means #the (sometimes slightly petty) j/ason gr/ace stan in me <3333 #and am now reading fanfic LOL #the gifs also make me want to watch the show there’s also that #i might pirate it at some point we’ll see #i kinda wasn’t planning to watch it #bc i was never a huge p/jo person #i’m an hoo girlie lol #even tho i’m under the impression it’s like objectively worse according to like everyone #but nah ja/son gra/ce <333333 i love him to fucking pieces #also these fics of like platonic j/eyna and stuff #idk if there’s that many but i’ve read a few just now #that’s my SHIT BRO #GIVE ME J/EYNA PLATONIC SOULMATES THATS MY SHITTTTTTRFNFDHSHDVFJDJDJ #*claws at the air* they’re everything to me #ok anyway lmfao lemme go eat dinner and chill out abt jason (will never happen)#jeanne talks

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westeroswisdom · 6 months

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Just as Khal Drogo made a surprise return to Game of Thrones during Season 2, Jason Momoa is making a somewhat less surprising return to host Saturday Night Live again on November 18th.

“Aquaman,” “Fast X” and “See” star Jason Momoa is set to host “Saturday Night Live” November 18, his second time hosting the show. [ ... ] Momoa first hosted the iconic sketch show in 2018 during Season 44. Mumford and Sons appeared as the musical guest at the time. The episode is best known for the “GE Big Boys” sketch, a commercial about man-friendly household appliances, and the “Elf on the Shelf” sketch, in which Momoa plays an elf who wants to be assigned a new child. This time around, Momoa will be returning to the show ahead of the premiere of “Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom,” which premieres on December 22, and “Dune: Part Two,” which is eyeing a March of 2024 release date. Momoa will be one of the bigger names to host Season 49 so far and will be preceded November 11 by Timothée Chalamet with musical guest Boygenius.

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alabamare · 1 year

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#alabama #alabama homes #alabama real estate #coastal alabama #daphne #daphne alabama #eastern shore #jason will real estate #jubilee festival #jwre #lake forest #lake forest golf #mardi gras #mobile bay

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incorrectbatfam · 7 months

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If the batfam had tiktok what would they post? What would go the most viral?

Dick does duets where he remixes people who have bad takes. His most viewed one is turning Lex Luthor's corporate monologue into a dubstep track with beat drops every time Superman is mentioned. Equally popular is his mashup of Bruce's yawning with a Sam Smith song.

Jason makes cooking videos. The recipes are normal, but the voiceovers like, "today I'm making a realistic animal-themed vegan bento box 'cause I wanna torment my brother." His most popular video is of him shit-talking Batman while making a pot roast, but it gets deleted because he didn't say "unalive."

Tim does behind-the-scenes videos of his photoshoots where he makes it seem like a complex process with dimmed lights and glitter falling from a ceiling fan, then it cuts to a blurry iPhone pic of a pissed-off Jason with sparkly hair chasing him down a dark hallway.

Damian's is a mix of animal videos, art tutorials, Cheese Viking speedruns, and classical covers of anime intros. But his most popular one is recording his family's reaction to him saying the fuck-word for the first time. He also has a series where he asks people how babies are made to see whose response TikTok takes down first.

Duke posts subtle and wholesome pranks, like leaving Tooth Fairy money under the older batkids' pillows or gradually filling Kate's purse with Jolly Ranchers. His most popular series is when he slowly replaced Damian's furniture with increasingly smaller replicas until the 8th day when Damian finally notices.

Steph does a little bit of everything and often takes suggestions (re: dumb dares) from the comments. Her account started with her just sharing her favorite memes, but her most popular video is when she slept in a bathtub full of Mardi Gras necklaces after an audience poll.

Cass normally posts a mix of dance covers and sign language lessons, but occasionally there will be moments from her daily life that she captures at the right time. Her most viral video is at the grocery store when someone accidentally knocks a coconut onto the ground and she follows it as it rolls to the other end of the store.

Harper and Cullen do a lot of backyard science experiments where they take hypotheses from comments and test them out, like if they can cook steak with firecrackers or make a trampoline out of rubber bands. Their biggest project was turning an abandoned pool into a frog sanctuary.

Barbara keeps most of her daily videos private and her public ones are mainly book hauls, song recs, and computer tips. Her most popular video, even making news articles, is a video where she breaks down how planned obsolesce works and calling out big tech companies.

Bruce has a secret account that no one knows about. He doesn't post anything. He just lurks because he wants to be the first like and comment whenever his kids post.

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long-live-astronerd-ghost-king · 1 year

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Dannymay 2023. DPXDC prompt. Day 11: Underwater

Mer!AU with Orcas Phantoms ~or~

The Gotham "sharks plus other" family meets the Amity Park family of dolphins.

Jason: I’ll swim and say hello. Dolphins like to play and make friends.

Bruce: Jason, noo!

Bull shark*swims closer*: Hey, you! Black and white!

Danny: Me?

Jack&Maddie *still don’t know how to tell Danny that he’s adopted*, *nervous sweat*.

Jason: Sup. My new father wants me to make friends. So for the next hour you’re stuck with me.

Danny: Cool! I was trying to hang out with the local seals but they seem very busy. Whenever I come to say hi they’re run away. :(

Jason: How rude. Do you want to hunt clownfish with me? It’ll be fun.

Danny: Sure!

~Bonus: V-man is a real business shark~

Vlad: Come on, Daniel. If you really hate me then why didn’t you get rid of me? Admin you..

Danny: ..If I want foie gras, I’ll choose a shark without alcohol hepatosis.

Vlad: You little.. I'm not a duck!

P.S. Orca..Such a gourmet.

#dannymay2023 #Danny Phantom #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dannymay

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apollosfavkiddo · 29 days

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hi, I’m not great at requesting things but if this makes sense could you write a high school au where Jason is a football player. I think it would be cute cause he’s definitely tall enough and strong enough but then add in him being kind and wow he would make the BEST high school football player boyfriend. Thank you

⛧° Jason Grace x Nerdy! Reader hcs °⛧

content: jason grace x reader, college au!

warnings: cursing, allusions to sexual stuff (not much tho), stupidtly fluffy and corny.

a/n: bby if i tell you i dreamt about this, would you believe me? like, i swear to all the gods, i dreamt with this and woke up thinking about writing it… well, here ya go. oh, and i also made her a brazilian, i hope you don’t mind? if you do, just ignore it, please 🫡

⛧° 。 ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆༺♱༻⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 。°⛧

Of course, he’s a great football player.

Like, i know no shit about football, i’m a soccer girly, but he’s the best quarterback in the city. like, he’s really really good.

And obviously everyone believes he’s such an asshole and a womanizer.

But in reality he’s so so nice

Sure, he sleeps with some girls and all, but not as much as his teammates.

He’s also the only jock that sticks with a girlfriend. Not for long, but still more than the other guys ig

So when he was having trouble with maths, he needed a tutor, cause he had to have a back up plan of he didn’t went for the pros

Such a nice boy, fr.

And he went talk with the teacher to ask who could teach him.

And that’s when he found you.

You weren’t exactly a super nerd. You just liked to study.

But you had a lot of friends, since being the only exchange student did bring this sort of popularity around the university.

And when he first came to you, you were kinda bitchy.

You know, you had a bit of hatred towards football players. No idea why, it was just there.

Even with that, you were too kind-hearted to don’t tutor him.

And when you got to know each other… you kinda started liking him.

On your first study session, the library was too full, so you went to the outside

Which was really working out, till Jason found a little bird that probably fell from his nest

The guy was so worried that he almost took the bird home

He would’ve done it if you didn’t stop him

But he found the nest and put the little bird back there

And you just stood there, like “what the fuck? isn’t he supposed to be a douche?”

It happens that he’s not.

And you became pretty good friends with the frequent study sessions and all.

Not to mention he was pretty offended when you told him you didn’t like football.

And you were very offended when he asked if the spoke Spanish in Brazil.

He knew it didn’t, he just did it to piss you off.

He really wanted you to go to one of his games, but you never said you were really going.

So, one day, when his team was having a match against Briar University, he was more than surprised to see you at the stands, right in the front.

With his jersey. With his number and name on your back.

He honestly felt he was gonna cry right then and there.

He got so happy he made a touchdown. They won.

And you were there, cheering for him and pretending like you understand anything that was going on there.

When the game ended, he came rushing towards you.

“Congrats, Gra-“ Before you could even finish your sentence, he kissed you.

Oh, and it was heaven.

After this, you started dating and it was the best thing you ever experienced.

He was such a gentleman.

Doors? Don’t even touch that. Dates? He’s paying, duh. You’re tired? He’ll carry you, bridal style.

You get the point.

You started liking football because of him. And he started liking soccer because of you.

a/n: i don’t know what to feel about this lol. idk what you’ll think of the brazilian thing, but if you don’t like it, i’ll remake it, promise!

#postcards from leah #jason grace x reader #jason grace x y/n #jason grace #jason grace x you #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo hoo toa #pjo #football

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angel-of-the-moons · 6 months

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Trick or Treat

Miguel x Curvy!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: None, other than Miguel being a bit thirsty (haha pun intended you'll see what I mean)

A/N: Thanks to @obi-mom-kenobi for the fic idea for spooky day™! (I'm sorry the plot got off track, though asdfghjkl)

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He should have figured something like this would have happened.

He should have figured that he would do this.

Goddamn Deadpool.

Of course he caused a ruckus in one of the other universes, just to hop to this one to avoid Miguel, taunting him the whole time.

And naturally, it had to be fucking Halloween of all nights in this universe.

Among the Michaels, Jasons, goblins, ghouls, and witches and werewolves there were superheroes.

Iron Man, Doctor Strange, and half a thousand Spider-Mans.

This universe didn't have things like superheroes, not for real. All of that was Hollywood magic for the silver screen; the colorful fevered dream of a comic book artists.

He spent four hours trudging through the crowds, shouldering past drunkards and women dressed in far too little to be classified as clothing...

He finally spotted a Deadpool. The costume was very accurate, right down to the texture of the suit and how many pouches were on his belt.

But he was wrong. It was just some... Guy. Dressed in a "screen-accurate" cosplay.

But it was around the fifth hour (and twelve, terrified innocent Deadpool cosplayers later) that he got so frustrated he actually decided to take a break.

"Puta madre it's like Mardis Gras..." He hissed out, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He'd long abandoned wearing his mask, wanting complete unobstructed range of his sense of smell and hearing. Neither of which have been particularly helpful with the smell of vomit, liquor, perfume and sweets littering the air.

"Wow! Buddy, you look like you need a good time!" A man dressed in some macabre clown suit said to him. When Miguel fixed his crimson eyes on him the man seemed to deflate, the gulp in his throat audible as his posture shrunk and he struggled to keep his voice collected at the imposing sight of the larger man.

He pointed at the door to a bar that seemed full to bursting, crowds chattering, and a group of obnoxious women clucking like drunken hens as they left, shouting rather inappropriate things at Miguel as they walked by.

Miguel sighed and decided to just say fuck it, one drink or so. Deadpool probably already hopped to another dimension already and this could be a pointless waste of time.

The patrons parted around him like the sea for Moses, too intimidated by the man who towered over them to stay in his way as he made it over to the bar.

The seat to the barstool creaked under his weight as he sat down, burying his face in his hand

This is the last time he'd ever chase down a Deadpool. Next time, he would pass it off to Ben or hell, even Hobie...

"Wow! Miguel, huh?" A bubbly voice giggled out.

His head shot up as she mentioned his name, and hi blinked at her.

Uncharacteristically, he felt his mouth go dry at her costume.

The black dress was cut down to the top of her underbust corset, revealing delicious amounts of her marshmallowy soft-looking cleavage. Honestly, if the woman sneezed, she'd probably spill right out of it...

Her hair was... Off. A kind of black beehive atop her head, sharp makeup accentuating her cheekbones and eyes. Bright, crimson lips smiled at him, dimples in her cheeks.

She wasn't rail thin like the other women who had come onto him all night, her body was soft, and squeezable; warm and looking as though he would get decent handfuls of her sweet soft rolls in his hands--

"Wow! You even look like him, too!" You giggle.

His mouth opened and he blinked.

"Ah... El... Elvira. Right?" He tried. He remembered Peter showing him that movie one of the times he'd visited him and MJ's place.

"Ah! Ding ding, my dear!" You grin, tapping your nose. "Some people keep saying I'm Morticia Addams."

"Ah..." He cleared his throat, sitting up straighter.

Even in your heels, you had a feeling that if this man was standing on his own two feet he'd tower over you.

"Wow! You really do look like Miguel!" You gasped, your ruby red lips parted in a sweet "O".

They looked so soft, just like the rest of you--

"Well! What's your name, big guy?" You ask, your long, wispy (maybe fake?) eyelashes batted at him.

"Uh... Miguel." He said stiffly.

You giggle again, a sound he was quickly focusing on, a sound he found he liked amongst the hustle of the other patrons in the bar.

"Pff, no, silly. Your name."

"...Miguel."

Your smile falters a bit as you blink up at him.

"Oh. Oh! Oh gosh, that's your actual name? I'm sorry!" You laugh awkwardly.

He decided that maybe, just maybe... His night wouldn't be spoiled after all.

"Well, I don't think it's bad enough to apologize for..." He said, flashing a smile, his fangs poking out just past his lips.

You giggle a bit girlishly. "Oh! Oh, that's not what I meant... But I mean! At least you're... Well, uh. In character! You got the looks, the height, the name!"

Miguel shakes his head with a deep chuckle.

"I suppose I do." He fixed you with a soft gaze as his fingers tapped the bar top. "What's your name?"

You grinned at him and tapped the name plate on your breast, drawing his gaze downward to your cleavage.

He felt his face heat up a bit as his eyes lingered on the soft swells, until his brain finally processed the name written.

He repeated it back to you, his voice just barely shaky.

"Yep! Don't wear it out!" You wink, leaning on the bar.

Once again, your cleavage on full display, just begging for him to--

"So, no offense but you look absolutely miffed 'bout something." You chuckle.

"You... Could say that." He struggled, clearing his throat. "I was... Supposed to meet somebody but they... Bailed."

"Oh, god, I haaaaaate that for you, bud." You say, leaning back with a click of your tongue. Your long acrylic nails tap on the laminated bar.

"So! What'll it be?"

"Uh... I don't have any money on me. Sorry."

"Hah!" You point up at the whiteboard sign above the tap.

'Those in costume -- First two drinks are free!'

He blinked up at the sign. "That's... Generous."

"Yeah, my boss is big on community. And I'm the one who told him that promising two free drinks instead of one will draw our competitor's clientele away." You wink.

"That's awfully... poachy of you." Miguel smirked.

You shrugged. "What can I say? Capitalism is capitalism and you gotta make a buck somehow. And besides! Halloween and other holidays are the best nights for tips!"

You looked back at him with a twinkle in your eye.

"So! What'll it be mister Spider-Man?"

"...Hell. The strongest drink you have."

"Ooooh! Risk taker! I like it." You laugh in a sing-song as you turn to start gathering what you needed to mix his cocktail.

The gaze of all the male patrons were drawn to you when you started shaking, humming to yourself as you did, looking at the list of things for the drink you were making, not paying mind to the prying eyes ogling your breasts. Miguel was, abashedly one of them. But he stopped himself once he realized what he was doing, the others?

He wanted to strangle all of them. Especially the three men next to him who were making bets on who would convince you to go to their car with them.

They clammed up when Miguel leaned in when you turned away.

"Keep staring at her like that, and I will gouge out your eyes, pendejos." He growled, flexing his talons in the face of one of the men for emphasis.

They all freaked out and ran, not wanting to piss off some 6 plus foot whatever guy with what looked like retractable blades on his fingers, and glowing red eyes.

When you turned back around, the cherry red drink topped with strawberries and a black cherry in hand, you grinned at him, and saw the money on the counter.

"Oh!" You hum, handing Miguel his drink and placing the money in their proper places.

"So... What's in this?" Miguel asked, sniffing the drink lightly.

You smile again at him, a cheeky glimmer in your eyes. "That would be telling, sweetheart. But I will say I put some sour grenadine in it."

"Hah. Fair enough." Miguel said, taking a sip of his drink.

The burning in his throat caught him off-guard. As did the heavy taste of the alcohol, that was quickly snuffed by the fruity flavor as he swallowed it down.

"It's... Good."

"Your cringe says you weren't expecting the punch." You smirk, crossing your arms and pushing up your soft breasts.

"It's... Surprising." He conceded, plucking the black cherry up out of the top of the glass.

He decided to make a bit of a show as he curled his tongue around the cherry, bringing it into his mouth and snapping off the stem, chewing lightly.

Miguel couldn't help but notice the way your cheeks flush a little bit and you busy yourself with wiping down glasses.

Maybe tonight wasn't such a bust, after all.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel x you #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #halloween fic #halloween 2023 #happy halloweeeeeeen

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thisphantomlife · 4 months

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Songs Hozier has covered

Bowie - Changes, Young Americans (see also Trinity Orchestra section)

Prince - I Wanna Be Your Lover, Raspberry Beret, Jungle Love

James Carr - The Dark End Of The Street

The Beatles - Blackbird

John Lennon (Donny Hathaway version) - Jealous Guy (at the goldenplec block party with Zaska)

Ariana Grande - Problem

Warren G - Regulate (mashup with Problem)

James Blake - Retrograde

Tom Waits - Strange Weather

Florence and the Machine - Cosmic Love

Stevie Wonder - Living for the City, As

Sting - 7 Days

The BeeGees - To Love Somebody

Lauryn Hill - Doo Wop (that thing)

Amerie - One Thing

Skip James - Illinois Blues

Muddy Waters - Catfish Blues

Van Morrison - Caravan, Sweet Thing, Domino, Brown Eyed Girl, Saint Dominic’s Preview

Bill Withers - Ain’t No Sunshine

Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know

Demi Lovato - Sorry Not Sorry

Led Zeppelin - Whole Lotta Love

Fun - We Are Young

Paul Simon - Bridge Over Troubled Water

Sam Smith - Lay Me Down

Destiny’s Child - Say My Name

Britney Spears - Toxic (snippet)

The Band - The Weight

Otis Rush version of Willie Dixon and the Big Three Trio - My Love Will Never Die

The Talking Heads - Burning Down the House (Instagram live messing around with friends)

The Staple Singers - Let’s Do it Again

The Weather Forecast 🤪

Ed Lewis - I Be So Glad When the Sun Goes Down (Instagram snippet)

Mavis Staples - Eyes on the Prize

Jackie Wilson - (Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher and Higher

The Meters - Just Kissed My Baby

Christmas Songs - God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, Winter Wonderland, Santa Claus is Coming to Town (with others at the Xmas Eve Ball 2015)

Traditional Irish songs - My Lagan Love, The Humours of Whiskey, I Am Stretched On Your Grave, The Rolling Wave (on the low whistle), The Parting Glass, The Lonely Jig (on the low whistle)

(Live) Collabs - that are not Andrew’s own songs

Alvin Youngblood Hart - Illinois Blues

Maren Morris - The Bones, My Church, Girl, The Tree

Annie Lennox - I Put a Spell on You (Screamin Jay Hawkins cover)

Tom Odell - Another Love

Noah Kahan - Northern Attitude

Allison Russell - Requiem, Stop Dragging My Heart Around (Stevie Nicks & Tom Petty cover)

Brandi Carlile - The Joke, Walk On (U2 cover), The Weight (The Band cover)

Jamala - Walk On (U2 cover)

Mavis Staples - The Weight (The Band cover), Keep Your Eyes on the Prize (with Our Native Daughters, Jason Isbell and Phil Cook)

Boygenius - Salt in the Wound

Alana Henderson - Ae Fond Kiss (poem by Robert Burns)

U2 - When Love Comes to Town

Tori Kelly - Blackbird (the Beatles cover)

Mumford and Sons - Guiding Light, Awake My Soul, With a Little Help From My Friends (Beatles cover, with other artists)

Lake Street Dive - Everyday People (Sly and the Family Stone cover)

Rachael Price - Rental Love

Victoria Canal - Swan Song

Elwood (his dog) - Don’t Go Breaking My Heart (Elton John and Kiki Dee cover, Insta snippet)

All the artists at Love Rocks NYC 2022 - Like A Rolling Stone (Bob Dylan cover), Feeling Alright (Traffic cover)

Brian Kennedy (and others) - I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel to Be Free (Nina Simone cover)

His Dad - The Weight (The Band cover at MSG)

Zaska, Wyvern Lingo, Loah - Sir Duke (Stevie Wonder cover)

Eabha McMahon - Bright Blue Rose (Jimmy McCarthy cover)

Christmas Eve Busk 2015

Bono, Glen Hansard - When Love Comes to Town, Every Breaking Wave

Glen Hansard, Imelda May - The Dark End of the Street (James Carr cover)

Christmas Eve Busk 2017

Glen Hansard, Coronas, Imelda May, Liam O Maonlaoi - So This is Christmas (John Lennon cover), The Aul Triangle

Music Groups

Nova Collective - (original songs) Tuile, Closer, Quick Bossa

Zaska - (original songs) In Your Own Sweet Time, Different Light, She Gunk Gunk Dunk A Funk, Oh Yeah

Anuna - with Andrew on lead vocals: The Raid, La Chanson de Mardi Gras. With Andrew in the choir: Jingle Bells, An Uaithne

The Wiggles - Cherry Tree Carol with Anuna

Trinity Orchestra - songs covered with Andrew on lead vocals

~ Queen - Somebody To Love, Don’t Stop Me Now

~ Arcade Fire - My Body is a Cage

~ Pink Floyd - Time, Breathe, Comfortably Numb, Shine on You Crazy Diamond, Money

~ Michael Jackson - Earth Song, Black or White, Smooth Criminal

~ David Bowie - Heroes

*This list may not be complete. It only contains songs that can be found online.

Please let me know if any songs are missing so I can add them 🫶

I’ve not included the songs he sang snippets of on that Song Association interview

#hozier #hozier covers #hozier collabs #list of songs Hozier has covered

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 11 months

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Congratulations on so many followers! You deserve every single one with how damn talented you are! I'm unsure if this has been requested before and if it has feel free to ignore this but could I ask for a scenario where Jason Todd/Arkham Knight drags his lover back after they escape and there is some needy filthy sex? If I could ask for anything specific could I maybe have some breeding kink if at all possible? Thank you so much!

He'd spent so many nights thinking about what he'd do when he saw ____ again, but nothing could prepare him for how it felt to really lay eyes on her after so long. It felt like he was back to who he used to be, before...before Joker. He was a stupid naive teenager again: going out on dates before midnight patrols, checking in on her to see she'd fallen asleep by her window waiting for him to come visit at the end of a mission with Bruce, getting teased by Dick and Barbara because his mask had a few glossy kiss marks on it...

And then, he was back, zooming in on ____ through his cowl as she walked around her apartment. He'd been watching her for a while now, tracking her routine and waiting for the right time to reunite with her again. His hideout had all the proper security measures involved, he had a few men in the militia he could trust to work as bodyguards for ____ when he had to go on missions, and he didn't know how much longer he could go without seeing her again.

His lieutenant waited in the car while he stepped out and climbed up the side of the apartment building with ease. The security at her place was pathetically easy to override; after a quick bit of hacking by her window, the security system cameras throughout the building were disabled and the motion alarm at the window glowed green instead of red. He slipped inside of her window silently, and when he looked around he saw that she was still in her bedroom.

As much as he wanted to reunite as soon as possible, her safety was priority one. He could tell her everything later, but right now he needed to get her to the safe house.

Jason peeked into ____'s bedroom and his breath hitched when he saw her sleeping under her covers. He was finally with her again. He was in the same room as her after so long. He wasn't going to ever leave her alone again.

She still had that cute little twitch of her fingers whenever she was in a deep sleep, and Jason recognized the t-shirt she was wearing as one of his old ones. She'd kept it after all this time...unlike Bruce, she never forgot him. He stood over her and watched her sleep for a few minutes, even recording it with his cowl's camera to keep this moment forever. For the first time in months he felt his shoulders and neck relax as he simply stared at her; just being in her presence again was enough to make him think he might actually be alright one day. Not now, not anytime soon, but one day. As long as he had her.

He finally cut his moment of bliss short to start the next stage of the mission. Once he'd opened up one of the hidden containers by his suit's belt, he fished out a tiny syringe and a muscle relaxer to fill it with. After a quick flick of the syringe to eliminate any air bubbles, he leaned over ____ and injected her exposed shoulder.

The sudden pain made her jolt awake, and she screamed in surprise and fear at this sudden intruder. Jason quickly threw the syringe aside to prevent her from trying to use it as a weapon and climbed on top of her to restrain her. "It's okay, it's okay," he assured. "Just relax." The cowl's voice modulation made his soft words sound more like a threatening low growl, and ____ desperately tried to fend this intruder off. When she tried to scream for help, he covered her mouth with one hand until her eyes fluttered and her body sank into the mattress.

"Sorry."

He was silent during the entire drive back to the compound, and his lieutenant didn't dare to try and break it. The only time Jason spoke was when ____ started to stir and weakly move away from his grasp. The Arkham Knight just folded her arms down and put her over his shoulder to carry her inside.

"Unless it's an emergency, nobody's radio-ing me for the rest of the night," he ordered. "You're big boys and you've got the resources to handle problems yourself. Don't disappoint me by coming to me unless Batman himself is at the front door. Got it?"

A chorus of "yes sir"s came over the comm feed. ____ tried her best to get an idea of where she was while drugged and upside down over her kidnapper's shoulder. Men in armored uniforms were running around, riding in tanks, and it seemed like their leader was the man currently carrying her. He'd mentioned Batman just now...was she taken as a hostage? Why her? She only knew him because of her relationship with Jason; after the funeral Bruce had held, she barely talked to him aside from a quick check-in every month or two. Then again, she was an easier target to capture for his attention than Catwoman or Tim or Drake.

"...not...tellin' you anything," she slurred. "Can't fight but...don't care. 'm not gonna give in t' any shit you pull to torture it outta me."

Her captor bristled for a moment as he shut the door to his quarters and locked it using several functions on his cowl. "I didn't bring you here to torture you," he insisted, his voice surprisingly soft and almost hurt by the suggestion. "I'm here to keep you safe. Gotham's about to be a war zone soon, and I don't want you to be out there. Not until it's finished."

He set her down onto the bed and gingerly ran a few fingers over the syringe mark on her shoulder. "It shouldn't hurt anymore," he said. "The relaxer should wear off in a few hours, and if you don't try to fight or run off I won't have to give you a second dose."

____ frowned and turned away from him. "Thanks, Stalker," she muttered bitterly. "You're my fuckin'...hero or whatever."

Jason felt a hint of a smile on his lips behind the cowl. "You haven't called me that in a while," he replied.

____ blinked at him. "Huh?"

Her captor pressed the release button on his cowl to show his face, and his fingers shook slightly as he stared straight at her. "Your hero," he repeated. His computer-altered voice switched to his own, and ____'s eyes widened as she recognized it--and him.

"Jason? Wh--"

She was cut off by Jason crashing her lips against his. As she struggled to breathe, to think, to do anything really, he started to cast off his body armor over the side of the bed so he could touch ____ directly. He pulled away to kiss her jawline, then her neck, and all the way down her shirt. Even without his gauntlets on anymore he was able to grab the fabric and tear it apart so he could touch and taste and reunite with every bit of her. Nothing could come between them ever again.

"I missed you," he moaned. He peeled off the skintight bodysuit he'd had under his armor, leaving himself entirely naked. Not wanting to be alone, he pulled ____'s panties down past her ankles and shivered with anticipation and awe. He hadn't gotten to see her like this in so long and she was even more beautiful than he remembered.

Once he latched onto her clit despite her murmured pleas to just slow down and explain what the hell he was doing here, alive, running some kind of army...she gasped and moaned as he made her body sing the way he always used to. He felt her arousal drip down his chin and eagerly fisted his cock until he knew she was ready to take him.

"I wanna be gentle, I really do," he pleaded, cupping ____'s tear-stained cheek. His voice wavered as he lined himself up with her and pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance. "But...God, I've missed you so much, I'm gonna..."

The moment he started to press past her tight walls, the two of them gasped and Jason let out a low sob. "F-fuck, fuck yes, I missed you," he moaned. He rocked into her at a feverish pace, bucking into her hips and picking her up to hold and cradle her in his lap. ____ sniffled and had no choice but to take it, using what little strength she had to cling to Jason for dear life and bury her head in his shoulder. It really was him. She'd dreamed of seeing him again before, but never like this. Where had he been? Why did he kidnap her? What was he doing? And why did he have to be so rough?

Jason chased his high and moved his hand to toy with her clit using two fingers, curling and pinching and rubbing until he could tell that she was close. Even after all these years, they still fit together so perfectly and knew each others' bodies so well in bed. He only wished he didn't have to drug her so they could really make love the way they used to, instead of her being barely conscious while he railed into her.

As her cunt clenched around him and she sobbed his name over and over, he shuddered and came soon after with a sharp cry of her name. He was so lost in bliss that he didn't even think to pull out of her, not when her cunt was this heavenly after years of being without her. He panted softly and lowered her back onto the bed before moving to cradle her with his arms while softly kissing her neck. "I love you," he murmured reverently. "I missed you so much, I love you so much, I'm never losing you again..."

For the first time since he'd been held in the bowels of Arkham Asylum, he didn't have any nightmares. Just a pleasant dreamless sleep accompanied by a wonderful feeling of warmth and fullness.

#tw: dubcon #tw: noncon #.jason todd #.arkham knight #yandere jason todd #yandere arkham knight #yandere arkhamverse #.arkhamverse #.dc #yandere dc #.myshit #fem darling #tw: breeding kink

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The Freak and The Princess (V)

Summary: Eddie lets you walk by during his rant in the cafeteria, stumped by your quietness and manners toward the town freak. He then decides to be the perfect gentlemen. [Part 5/5] 2.1k+ Words

Warnings: the beginning of this part overlaps with the end of Part IV, a fight, Jason Carver, tons and tons of fluff. I think that's it!

A/N: Here is the finale! I am absolutely shocked by the amount of love this series has gotten and am incredibly grateful to everyone who has read it and left encouraging notes! I edited and proofread this, but please let me know if I missed anything or if there's something you like! My requests are open and I am happily waiting for my first one; characters I write for are linked here! I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading!! :)

Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV. Part V.

The Freak and the Princess

Part Five: Our Year

“You need to tell him,” Robin said as she closed the door.

“Tell him what?” I asked quietly.

“That you love him. He deserves to know and both of you deserve to be happy.”

“How does that relate to his happiness?”

“Because he feels the same way!”

“No, he doesn’t.”

“He obviously does. You’re both hiding your feelings, but you could tell each other and have an even better relationship than you have now!”

Robin stopped talking, opened the door, and answered the phone.

“It’s for you,” she said, handing me the phone.

“Hello?” I asked.

“I can’t figure it out; you and the Hellfire freaks. What are they? Your protection squad? The entire population of people you aren’t scared to talk to? You talk a big game at school, defending the little freaks who can’t defend themselves. But what happens when you’re alone? When you get so scared you can’t talk, or tell me your real name? Because it will happen again. And when it does, I won’t run this time. So, show me how mean you can be. But watch your back, Arwen.”

I listened to the static after the call dropped, fighting tears. As I hung up the phone, I took a shaky breath and met Eddie’s eyes.

“That was Jason Carver.”

“What did he want?” Eddie and Steve asked together, moving toward me and Robin.

I shook my head, once again failing to speak. Robin rubbed my back lightly as Eddie silently begged me to tell him what happened.

“He just said to watch my back,” I explained quietly, looking down at my feet. “That I wouldn’t be so brave when I’m alone.”

Steve’s jaw tightened, and he opened his mouth to speak but stopped when Eddie backhanded his arm.

“I’m not scared of him, but I know he means it.”

“We’re not going to let anything happen to you,” Steve said sternly.

“You’re not alone, princess. Ever,” Eddie added.

“Besides, from what I hear, you could take him. Again.” Robin smiled as she nudged my shoulder with hers.

I felt a smile growing, grateful for the friends surrounding me. Robin hugged me, then I felt Steve and Eddie’s arms around me.

“You wanna go home, princess?” Eddie asked, pulling back slightly to look at me.

I nodded, taking his hand and walking out after thanking Steve and Robin. As I walked through the door, Robin gave me a look, reminding me of our conversation.

In the van, I relapsed into silence for the entire ride. Even when I invited Eddie in, I did it with a hand gesture and a tip of my head. We sat on the couch, Eddie gently resting a hand on my knee and waiting for me to look at him.

“Do you want to stay in Hawkins?” I asked suddenly, not thinking before it came out.

“I want to be wherever you are,” Eddie answered, his thumb sweeping across my leg.

“I want to be with you, but I don’t think I want to leave Hawkins. At least not yet.”

“You don’t have to. You have people here that love you. Besides, we still have two weeks of high school left. And this is my year.”

He nudged me at the end of his sentence, smiling at me. We decided to watch a movie and leave the life-altering decisions for another day. Eddie stayed at my house all weekend, and we studied for exams, ensuring we would walk the stage and graduate together.

The second to last week of school was repetitive: wake up, get ready, ride to school with Eddie, go to class, eat lunch with the Hellfire Club (and give them the stress-baked treats from the night before), go home with Eddie, study, bake, and sleep. Our last weekend of high school, however, was movies and ice cream, a delicious attempt to avoid over-studying and burning out. Wednesday was the last day of exams, but because Eddie finished before me, so I told him I would meet him at Family Video when I finished. As I finally exited the school, Jason Carver was leaned against the only car in the parking lot.

“Arwen,” he greeted sarcastically as he stood up. “Long time, no see.”

I took a deep breath and curled my hands into fists at my sides.

“What, you want to fight? Without the freak here to help? That seems stupid. Considering I didn’t come alone.”

He looked over my shoulder, and I turned to see one of his basketball teammates standing behind me.

“There are two options here. You take a beating or-“

“Good to see you’re still an idiot, Carver,” someone yelled as a car door slammed to my left.

“Harrington? What are you doing here?” Jason responded.

I looked to my left and saw Steve and Eddie walking toward me.

“What I should have done a long time ago,” Eddie interjected.

“It doesn’t have to be like this, Harrington. This is between me and the quiet one here.”

“Not anymore. Two of you, two of us,” Eddie pointed out.

Jason laughed as he looked between Steve and Eddie.

“You want to fight us, and what? Defend her honor?”

“No. She can do that alone. What we are going to do is put you in your place,” Steve countered.

Jason looked at his friend, who nodded.

“Fine. Let’s get started,” Jason cracked his knuckles as he stepped toward Steve.

Steve took the first swing, knocking Jason back a few steps as his nose began bleeding. Eddie joined immediately after, dodging a punch and using the momentum to kick Jason’s teammate to the ground.

Jason landed a solid hit to Steve’s solar plexus, knocking the breath out of him as he stumbled backward, scraping his hands across the asphalt as he caught himself. Eddie attempted to keep the other guy down; after a few kicks to the kidneys, he panted for Eddie to stop and stumbled away. While Eddie was ensuring he stayed back, Jason moved toward Steve, who was still on the ground. I rushed over and stood in front of Steve.

“This is between you and me, Jason. Unless beating up your idol is just a weird fantasy for you or something,” I said, checking on Steve over my shoulder.

“You’re right. This is between us. Let’s see; the last time we saw each other, you held your arm to my throat. Maybe I should return the favor,” Jason threatened.

“Try.”

He smirked before pulling his shoulder back. Before he could shoot his arm out, I twisted quickly to my left and watched my fist connect to Jason’s jaw. He fell backward as his hand raised to hold his jaw. Eddie appeared beside him and hit him in the same spot, knocking him to the ground. Steve stood on shaky legs and walked past me to land one final hit.

“Stay away from her. And get out of Hawkins as soon as you graduate,” Steve said lowly before gesturing for us to return to his car.

Eddie stopped me as I turned toward the car. He pulled a bandana from his back pocket and wrapped it around my knuckles.

“That was quite the left hook,” he hummed as he tied it off and opened the car door for me.

“Thank you,” I said as Steve started the car.

“Not a problem.” Steve smiled at me in the rear view mirror as he wiped his bloody knuckles on his jeans.

“Seriously. You didn’t have to do that. I appreciate you – both of you – more than you know.”

Eddie and Steve shared a look I didn’t understand before reminding me that they would always be there for me. I wondered what Robin would say when she found out Eddie got into a fight for me.

When we finally walked into Family Video, Robin pulled me aside and asked, “Did you tell him yet?”

“No. There’s been a lot going on.”

“I know, Steve told me. But you have to tell him before Sunday.”

“Why?”

“Because then you’re officially out of high school and things start changing.”

“Fine.”

The following morning, Eddie came to my house and begged me to call the headmaster for his grades, claiming he couldn’t do it himself.

“Hello, I am calling on behalf of Eddie Munson,” I explained when the call was answered.

“Oh, yes. He passed all of his exams, all Bs in fact, so he will be graduating on Saturday!”

“Thank you,” I said quietly, then hung up.

I turned to him, frowning.

“What?” he asked, brows furrowed.

“The Hellfire Club has to get a new DM, theirs is graduating.”

Eddie jumped off the couch, wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning me around. He kissed my cheek, then began talking a mile a minute about how he couldn’t have done it without me. After, I called Robin and asked if she wanted to go shopping with me for a graduation outfit, to which she immediately agreed, volunteering Steve to go with Eddie to make sure he looked decent.

“That is the one,” Robin exclaimed as I walked out of the dressing room for the fifth time.

“Really?” I asked, turning in the mirror.

“Absolutely. It might kill Eddie, but worth it.”

I laughed before changing out of it and buying it.

The morning of graduation, we met Steve and Eddie in the parking lot, saying bye and agreeing on where to meet after the ceremony.

Eddie and I sat together through the ceremony, walking the stage and hearing Steve, Robin, Dustin, and Lucas screaming so loud we couldn’t even hear our names. We got back to our seats and sat down, holding hands. When we were released to find our friends and family, I tugged Eddie toward the woods behind the bleachers, sitting on a picnic table and holding Eddie’s hands.

��There’s something I need to tell you,” I said quietly.

“Ok,” Eddie said slowly, “everything alright, princess?”

“I think so.” I sat there, looking at his rings.

“You gonna tell me or I need to guess again?” he smiled.

“I don’t know how.”

“Can you show me?” He asked, tilting my head up to meet my eyes.

I nodded, standing up and moving my hands to his chest, sliding them up and cupping his face. I moved to my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his and closing my eyes. He kissed me back immediately, with no hesitation in his movements. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.

I pulled back first, smiling as I whispered, “I love you, Eds.”

He beamed at me, leaning his forehead against mine and whispering, “I love you too, princess.”

We walked hand in hand to our meeting spot, separating to hug our friends.

“I can’t believe you finally did it, Eddie! You graduated!” Dustin exclaimed.

“Couldn’t have done it without my princess,” Eddie said, a hand on my hip as he pulled me into his side and kissed my temple.

“When did it happen?!” Steve and Robin demanded loudly.

“What is this?” Lucas asked as Dustin shrugged.

“About five minutes ago,” Eddie shrugged.

“Took long enough,” Steve said, smiling as he slapped Eddie’s back.

“Who started it?” Robin asked.

“Take a guess,” I said.

“Eddie?” everyone asked.

“Nope.” He smiled. “She pulled me into the woods and kissed me.”

I hid my face in his gown, just below his shoulder. His arm wrapped around me, chuckling before answering Dustin’s questions about the graduation ceremony.

“So, party at my place. Just us, celebrating you two. Deal?” Steve asked me when I pulled away from Eddie. I nodded, and Steve smiled, pulling me into a hug and whispering, “I’m so happy for you.”

Eddie drove me to Steve’s house, his hand holding mine the whole time. We were alone by the pool while everyone else argued about what kind of pizza to order.

“So, are you staying in Hawkins?” Eddie asked.

“Only if you’ll stay with me,” I answered.

“I’ll go anywhere with you.”

“Even without knowing my name?”

“All I need to know is that you are my princess, and I will love you forever.”

“I love you, Prince Eddie. Thank you for everything. Thank you for listening.”

Eddie smiled as he pulled me close. “Thanks for talking. I’ll listen until I die.”

“Gross. I’m regretting our decision to intervene,” Steve said to Robin as they walked out the back door.

“I don’t know, they’re kinda cute,” Robin pointed out with a playful shrug.

“Wow. Inspirational. You should talk at our wedding,” Eddie called sarcastically.

“Wedding?” I asked, smiling.

“Oh, yeah. I’m actually becoming a prince someday, princess,” Eddie promised with a kiss.

Taglist (and extra special thanks to): @loonalockley @paleidiot @kimmi-kat

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n

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rueswelt · 30 days

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Wire: @rueswelt 🖤

Rue hatte anfangs kein besonders leichtes Leben. Sie lebte mit ihren Eltern und ihrem Zwillingsbruder Jason in einem kleinen Örtchen in North Carolina namens Banner Elk. Ihre Familie ist recht wohlhabend, da ihr Dad ein hohes Tier in der Wirtschaft ist. Allerdings interessierte sich ihr Vater mehr für die Golfspiele mit seinen Geschäftspartnern und ihre Mutter interessierte sich eher für Whiskey und Prada, als für ihre Kinder. Rue wurde das Gefühl nicht los, dass ihre Mutter sie regelrecht hasste. Wenn sie mal da war und mit ihr redete, konnte Rue sich eigentlich nur an Kritik und Verachtung erinnern. Ihrer Mutter war es ein Dorn im Auge, dass Rue sich nicht fürs Cheerleading oder Mode interessierte. Rue gehörte schon immer eher zu den Einzelgängern und Außenseitern. Ihr Musikgeschmack ging schon früh in Richtung Metal und Grunge und so auch ihr Äußeres. Ihr Bruder hingegen war einer der beliebtesten Schüler und Top-Sportler. Das Basketballteam ihrer High School war eines der besten in der Region und Jason war ihr Captain. Für ihre Eltern war er allerdings trotz allem auch nicht gut genug. Egal was er tat, irgendeinen Kritikpunkt fanden sie immer. Rue hat dies schon recht früh erkannt, weswegen sie sich auch nicht mehr bemühte ihnen zu gefallen, doch Jason konnte einfach nicht anders. Er wollte unbedingt ihre Anerkennung, was ihn innerlich geradewegs kaputt machte.

Trotz all der Unterschiede waren Rue und Jason ein Herz und eine Seele. Sie unterstützen sich gegenseitig, waren für einander da und hielten immer zusammen. Da ihre Eltern oft unterwegs waren, manchmal sogar für mehrere Wochen, konnten die beiden den Großteil ihrer Zeit jedoch machen was sie wollten - was sie auch taten! Die Schule war ihnen jedoch trotzdem wichtig, da sie nicht ewig von ihren Eltern Abhängig sein wollten.

Kurz vor ihrem 17. Geburtstag war Rue auf einer Party. Jason blieb zu Hause, da er am nächsten Tag ein Spiel hatte. Doch an diesem Abend geriet alles außer Kontrolle. Auf der Party gab es neben Alkohol und Gras noch andere Drogen und Rues Mitschüler wurden hemmungsloser. Ein paar der Jungs versuchten sie weg von der Party zu drängen und wer weiß was mit ihr zu tun. Sie schaffte es sich irgendwie zu befreien und rannte weg. Die Party war ein wenig Abseits der Stadt im Wald, an einem beliebten Treffpunkt für Teenager. Rue rannte so lange, bis sie ihre Mitschüler nicht mehr hören konnte. Irgendwann verlangsamte sie ihre Schritte und holte ihr Handy raus. Sie rief völlig aufgelöst ihren Bruder an und bat ihn ihr entgegen zu fahren, was er auch tat. Er fuhr viel zu schnell. Rasend vor Wut über das, was seiner Schwester passiert war. Doch dann sprang ein Hirsch vor seinen Wagen. Er versuchte auszuweichen, doch der Wagen kam ins Schleudern und Jason starb noch am Unfallort. Rue hat sich das nie verziehen.

Danach war alles anders. Sie hielt es nicht mehr bei ihren Eltern oder in dieser Kleinstadt aus. Mit 17 ließ sie sich für Volljährig erklären und haute von zu Hause ab. Ihren Schulabschluss holte sie an einer anderen High School nach und reiste danach viel herum. Mit Kellnerjobs hielt sie sich über Wasser und lenkte sich mit kreativen Dingen ab, wie z.B. ihren Zeichnungen und der Musik.

Mittlerweile arbeitet Rue in einem Pub namens "The Alibi Room". Über die Jahre ist ihr schon aufgefallen, dass es so einige unerklärliche Dinge auf der Welt gibt und das Alibi ist ein beliebter Treffpunkt für Übernatürliches...

#rue #german roleplay #userfakevz #fakevz #roleplay #editsfakevz

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^^^ The Khal and Khaleesi are reunited at the Sundance Film Festival. The khalasar comes to Utah. Via @letscinema

So did they intentionally coordinate the colors they wore? 🎨

Jason Momoa is the narrator of the documentary Deep Rising which is being shown at Sundance.

Aquaman star Jason Momoa warns Sundance Film Festival of deep-sea mining peril

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vee-crytraps · 10 days

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Good Luck, Babe! | Ch 1-2 | Ice Cream for Breakfast

{Trigger Warning/Themes Masterlist} This is split into a billion parts because it's long as hell! Read on Ao3 to avoid the headache!

You might not have the freaky little memory that your family of detectives boasted, but you would be out of your mind if you ever let yourself forget that Bruce Wayne owed you one. Exactly one year ago to the day, Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian had abandoned you at Rollerworld, a frown fixed onto your face as you had watched them all peel off in the name of Bat-Family business. The threat hadn’t even ended up being serious. Serious for Gotham, anyway. At the time, you had grateful to have corralled them together- at a roller rink of all places, for the twenty or so minutes that you had them- but you remembered finding it tough to remain in high spirits for the rest of the night. You hadn’t even seen them until the next morning, when Bruce had promised you a day of anything you wanted to make up for the embarrassment of having to carry home the remnants of a too-big-cake on your lap, enduring the stares and snickers of the other people on the train.

You reveled in the way Bruce’s frown deepened as he watched you sitting triumphantly at the head of the table. He fixes you with one of his patented bat-glares before finally giving in. “Fine,” he sighs, defeated. “Ice cream for breakfast.” “From the look on your face, you’d think you’d sentenced him to the electric chair,” Dick laughed, plopping down in his usual seat. He spun a spoon between his fingers like a drummer about to let loose. “C’mon, Bruce. Live a little!” “It won’t be so bad, I was kind enough to make sure to get everyone’s favorites. Even Damian’s god awful mint chocolate chip stuff,” “Mint chocolate chip is the most delicious flavor in the world,” Damian warns, and beside him Tim prays you two won’t get into a whole thing about it. “It’s a perfectly fine treat,” “It’s an abomination is what it is.” Tim laughs. You toss him a set of plastic Mardi-gras beads, which he snatches mid air with his impressive reflexes. “Did you give me these because I agreed with you?” He questioned aloud. “I see you’re being extra insufferable about today, birthday girl.” Jason hums, pulling up his own chair. You elect to ignore him, gesturing for Bruce to join you at your right side. “I even got some low cal, non-dairy vanilla for you. Matcha for Dick, Coffee for Tim, and for Jason-“ “Rocky fuckin’ Road.” Jason finishes with glee, cracking open the pint in front of him. “I’m sold. All hail the birthday princess.” He catches his beads and dons them with pride. “I expect everyone to eat at least one bowl. You are supposed to be making it up to me for ditching my party last year.” You reminded. The whole table erupts into groans. “Oh for the love of- how is it our fault that Scarecrow decided to have his grand re-debut like twenty minutes into your party?” Dick whines, digging into a spoon of matcha flavor. “To be fair, we would have back pretty quickly if you and Jason hadn’t gotten caught up one-upping each other,” Tim shrugged. “I don’t know why you’re all complaining, I’m the real victim here,” You joke, digging into your own ice cream. “Besides, Ace and Titus don’t seem to mind,” With your spoon, you gesture over to the pair of dogs who lap at the pet friendly ice cream seated into their bowls. Both beasts sport tiny paper party hats that had been carefully strapped to their heads. “Ace and Titus are animals, sweetheart.” Bruce cracks a small smile, pushing his ice cream around in his own. “I do not understand why you are making such a huge deal of this,” Damian interjects. “We’ve all had celebrations interrupted by villains." “It was my seventeenth birthday, Damian. The last one I would have before becoming a dumb, annoying and boring adult. No offense. Let me grieve for it, at least.” “It is wayyyy to early for this,” Jason groaned, leaning back in his chair. “And I was kind of looking forward to waffles.” The only people he’d rather be eating with less other than four superheros were probably four other superheros. You all eat together in relative peace, and as you really savor your first spoonful of birthday ice cream with all of the fixings, you can’t help but sigh with pleasure. “Oh my god,” you relax into your chair, savoring the melt of it on your tongue. “Now I know why you never let us keep this in the house. I could eat this for every meal.” “I can hear your teeth rotting from here,” Damian mutters under his breath. He can’t help but be confrontational, even if it is really good ice cream. He makes a face as Dick artfully squirts chocolate syrups into his matcha ice cream, topping it with crushed Oreos and a few gummy worms. “I have witnessed deaths more appealing,” Damian remarks, watching his eldest brother scoop the abomination into his mouth. “I’ve had deaths more appealing.” Jason snorts. “Babies! Whiny little babies, all of you.” You scold, pouting as you loaded your spoon once more.

Part 3

#v.fic #tim drake x reader #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #damian wayne x reader

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