#lee jet trash
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Okay, I'm not a fan of Jet Trash, but I'm a fan of you 🧡 what if Lee saw someone hitting on the reader, maybe she's a waitress... and he defends her?
thank you for indulging me bb 💚
The Regular
Lee x f!Reader
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings/Tags: mention of drugs/selling drugs, alcohol, attempted assault/non-con
a/n: eyooo my first Lee fic and another new rob character under my belt! Please comment/reblog if you enjoy!
The night started out like most others. Outside, the London night was cold and damp, but inside the club, behind the bar, the pounding music seeped into you while the heat from the press of bodies warmed you. You’d tended bar since you were old enough to set foot inside one, and the familiar rhythm of the job soothed you, your worries melting away as you poured the drinks.
Night after night it was the same, and after a while, the faces that approached the bar melted into each other, except one in particular. He’d been frequenting the Aqua Club for the past few months, nearly as long as you’d been working there. Tall and thin, he approached the bar, flashing you a disarming smile and you met his emerald gaze from under his neat mop of dark curls.
“Back again, Lee? What’s that, th’third time this week? I’m startin’ to think you might have a drinking problem.”
An amused snort ripped from his nose and the grin he flashed made your pulse spike. “Well, can y’blame me? Not when y’mix the best drinks this side of London,” he chuckled, slipping you a tenner in exchange for his usual.
“Besides, th’drinks almost pale in comparison to the view,” he added, raising a cheeky eyebrow.
“Flatterer,” you muttered, rolling your eyes in return as you slid the glass across the bartop to him. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were only here t’see Vix,” you ventured, fixing him with a level stare.
Lee shrugged and tipped back his drink. “Well, I do hafta speak with her,” he admitted, avoiding your knowing look, “but it’s only business,” he emphasized, dropping his empty glass to the bar with a soft ‘thunk’.
“Uh huh, that’s what they all say,” you countered doubtfully and Lee held up his hands.
“I swear, luv!” he cried, that damn smirk sending butterflies swarming inside you. “I’m tryin’ t’get her t’set me up a meeting with Marlowe. I need an in,” he explained, his lilting voice sobering and you let out a sigh.
“Just be careful, yeah? Marlowe’s dangerous. Would hate t’see that pretty face o’yours get messed up.”
“You think I’m pretty?” Lee taunted, latching onto the wrong part of your warning.
“Did I say that? I don’t think I did,” you quipped back, a slight grin tugging at the corner of your lips.
“You think I’m attractive,” Lee replied smugly, smirking as he leaned in, his eyes flicking up to yours as he wet his lips.
Before you could respond, however, a patron across the room caught your attention, impatient for his drink and you let out annoyed huff at the interruption.
“Don’t press your luck,” you murmured, stepping past Lee as you took the man’s order out to him.
As you walked away you could feel Lee’s gaze on your back, but you fought the urge to look over your shoulder at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had any effect on you. By the time you finally turned back around, he was gone.
Letting out a soft huff, you made your way back to the bar, annoyed at yourself for the spike of jealousy that pricked you. Usually you didn’t envy the woman the attention she got, but this was different. How could you compare with Marlowe’s star entertainer? Vix was mysterious and graceful, and you were just a bartender.
Lost to your thoughts, you gave a start as the man behind you reached out to pinch your arse, snapping you back to the moment, the music rushing back into your ears.
“Oi luv, I’m runnin’ low, can I get a refill?” he asked, shaking his empty pint glass at you.
Scowling, you grabbed the glass and returned to the bar, taking a steadying breath to calm you as you held it under the tap til foam spilled over.
“You okay?” your coworker asked, noticing the look on your face.
“The customer at table three’s gettin’ a little handsy,” you explained and the other bartender let out a sympathetic sigh.
“I got it,” she offered, placing his drink on her tray and heading back out to the floor while you silently thanked her.
However, it wasn’t long before the same man made his way to the bar, trapping you so you couldn’t escape, not keen on being brushed off. Reminding yourself how good the tips were here, you plastered a smile to your face.
“What can I get for you?”
“How ‘bout your digits, luv?” he asked cheekily, leaning against the bar.
“Sorry, that’s not on th’menu,” you replied, your smile slipping, hoping the bloke would take the hint and bugger off.
No such luck.
Taking a seat at the bar, he leaned in closer, the alcohol on his breath overwhelming. “Aw c’mon, your shy or somefin’?” he pressed, leering at you, his hungry gaze making your skin crawl.
Just as you were about to open your mouth to tell the guy off, a voice to your side brought you up short.
“Hey, back off, man. She’s clearly not interested.”
Lee wore a self assured grin as he leaned against the bar, sizing up the other fellow as he chewed his gum, his nonchalant demeanor belying the sharp edge to his gaze.
“Fuck off, mate. What d’you know?” the bloke spat, his expression turning dark.
Lee merely shook his head, tutting softly. “I know th’owner,” he answered, blinking innocently. “You want I call Marlowe out t’settle this?” he asked, his brows raising. “Cause I don’t think he’ll be too pleased t’hear you’ve been harassing his best bartender.”
Lee’s threat did the trick and you watched as the colour drained from the man’s face. “Whatever,” he scoffed, pushing away from the bar, clearly trying to save face. “Fuckin’ prick,” he muttered under his breath as he stumbled away.
“You alright?”
Lee’s question snapped you out of your daze and you quickly nodded, turning to him.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m alright. Thank you.”
The Irishman inclined his head as if it were nothing, but his gaze still followed the drunk as he disappeared into the crowd.
“So, how did it go? Did you get your meeting?” you asked, changing the subject and Lee blew out of a long stream of air.
“Not yet, I don’t think Vix likes me very much,” he shrugged. Though he seemed unperturbed, his brows pinched slightly, and you wondered if Vix’s aloofness bothered him, or if he was merely dismayed at the obstacle in his path.
“Hmm, too bad,” you mused, wiping down the bartop, trying not to appear too pleased at the news.
“Yes, well. I’m not given’ up that easily,” Lee replied. “I’m not the quittin’ type.”
“I’ve noticed,” you murmured wryly, bringing a smarmy grin to his face.
Jesus, that smile would be your undoing one of these days.
“I mean, unless you wanted t’put in a good word for me with your boss…” he said, leaving the suggestion hanging.
“I’ll think about it,” you conceded, and Lee’s grin widened.
“That’s all I ask,” he replied, spreading his hands. After a moment, he cleared his throat. “So, uh, when d’you get off?”
“About an hour,” you answered, raising your voice to be heard over the music. “Why?”
“Thought I’d walk yeh home.”
“You don’t have t’do that,” you exclaimed, shaking your head. You knew if he followed you to your door you’d end up inviting him in. It was inevitable.
“I want to,” he insisted and you let out a soft huff of resignment.
“Alright,” you gave in. “Meet me by the back door.”
Lee flashed you a parting grin, winking as he slipped away, and you rolled your eyes, silently kicking yourself for giving in so easily.
By the time you were free to go, you grabbed your coat and bag, slinging it over your shoulder as you hurried to the side door, while trying not to look like you were hurrying. As soon as the heavy metal door swung shut behind you, you fished in your bag for a cigarette, bringing it to your lips as you peered down both sides of the alley for Lee.
“Oi luv, been waitin’ for you.”
The voice that emerged from the shadows was familiar, but at the sound of it your blood ran cold.
“Thought you could give me the brush off and I’d just take no for an answer?” the man from the bar asked, grabbing your wrist as you tried to step away from him. “Where y’goin’, ey?” he laughed, forcing you back against the alley wall and caging you in with his arms.
“Get off me! I’m meeting someone!” you warned, struggling to push him off you as adrenaline flooded you, your heart rate spiking and your stomach flipping.
“Well, they’re just gunna have t’wait til I’m done, now aren’t they?” he sneered, leaning in closer.
You flinched back, turning your head away and squeezing your eyes shut, every cell in your body screaming out in disgust.
“You’re even prettier up close–hey!”
Suddenly your attacker jerked back with a yelp, his rank breath disappearing from your cheek and when you opened your eyes, you found Lee hauling him away by the scruff of his neck, an expression on his face you’d never seen before. With a growl, the other man broke free of Lee’s grasp and rounded on him, throwing a punch that Lee easily avoided.
Barely giving him time to regain his footing, Lee grabbed the drunk by the collar, his fist connecting with the man’s nose in a spray of blood. The man cried out and stumbled to the side, clutching at his broken nose.
“You like that, do yeh?” Lee taunted, pulling his fist back again for another punch. “Y’fancy another?”
“No!” the man cried, quickly holding his hands up in defense.
“No?” Lee asked, no hint of amusement on his face. “So you do know th’meanin’ of the word,” she spat, shoving the man back in disgust. “Don’t show your ugly mug around here again, or I swear you’ll get much worse than this!”
The man didn’t wait, scarpering off down the alley, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste as Lee crowed in victory.
“You alright?” he asked, turning back to check on you.
“Yes, I-I’m fine,” you answered, taking a shaky breath, unsure if you were trying to convince him or yourself. “Thanks to you.”
“C’mon, let’s getcha home.”
The walk back to your flat wasn’t too far, but after the night you’d had, you were grateful for Lee’s company, his arm brushing against yours as you walked, his touch comforting. You almost reached out to take his hand more than once before thinking better of it.
“This is my place,” you said, stopping in front of the steps.
Lee tilted his head to survey the building, his breath misting in the cool night air. “Would it be too presumptuous of me to ask for a nightcap?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow at you, waiting for your answer.
“Yeah alright,” you replied, giving in, unable to resist that fucking smile. “But only one,” you warned, jabbing him in the chest with your finger.
“Hey, I’ll be th’perfect gentleman,” he assured you with a laugh, holding his hands up innocently. “You’ll be th’one beggin’ me t’stay, you’ll see,” he teased, making you crack a smile in return.
“We’ll see about that.”
Unlocking your door, you shouldered it open and turned on the light, letting Lee in ahead of you.
“Have a seat,” you offered, gesturing to the kitchen counter as you slipped off your boots and hung up your coat near the door. Following him over, you washed your hands at the sink before pulling out two small glasses and a bottle of whiskey. As you poured two shots, you noticed the dried blood on Lee’s knuckles and the way he cradled his hand against him as if it pained him.
“Let me see that,” you murmured, hissing out a sharp breath as you reached out to take his hand in yours. “Jesus, Lee—” you muttered, clicking your tongue in consternation.
The Irishman merely watched you, not saying a word. Though when you finally met his gaze, you found amusement and something unreadable dancing in his verdant irises.
“What?”
“Nothin’,” he replied, his lips twitching up at the corners. “Your hands are cold,” he pointed out, brushing his thumb over your skin.
Though it was only a small gesture it sent heat flooding you, warming your face, and you quickly pulled your hand from his.
“We need t’clean that,” you exclaimed abruptly, turning to search for your first aid kit, leaving Lee chuckling to himself.
“You worried about me or somethin’?” he teased when you returned and threw him a dry look.
“This may sting a bit,” you muttered, disinfecting his cuts before he had time to argue.
“Jay-sus!” Lee yelped, nearly pulling out of your grasp in surprise. “A little warning would be nice,” he hissed, whining like a petulant child.
“I told you it might sting,” you laughed, glancing at his face before pulling a small roll of gauze from the kit and winding it gently around his hand. “Hold still,” you murmured. “It’d be a shame t’lose a regular over something so easily treatable, especially one that tips, even if it’s not a lot,” you teased, meeting his amused expression with a smirk of your own.
“Oh, I see how it is,” Lee shot back. “Y’know, once Marlowe lets me sell my gear in th’club and I start rakin’ in the dough, I’ll be able t’tip much better,” he pointed out, holding your gaze. “I could even take care of yeh…” he added, his lilting voice softening.
For a long moment you couldn’t seem to breathe, your heart pounding in your ears.
“I can take care of myself,” you murmured, swallowing, Lee’s hand still gripped in yours.
“I know that, but what if I wanted to?” he replied, and you couldn’t tell if he were serious or just joking around.
Your eyes flicked up to his, searching them for something, though you weren’t even quite sure what, and before you knew it, you found yourself leaning in—drawn in—and your breath hitched as his nose brushed against yours.
A voice in your head told you to pull back, to thank him for making sure you got home safely and see him out, but you found it all too easy to shove the voice aside. Lingering only a moment longer, you closed the rest of the distance, pressing your lips to his. When he kissed you back, slipping his hand along your jaw, a tingling sensation spread through you, starting in the pit of your stomach.
His lips were softer than you’d imagined—not that you’d imagined it often.
“Lee–” you breathed, pulling back before things could get too heated, your gaze seeking his.
His lashes fluttered as he shared your breath, not wanting the kiss to end. “Hmm?” he hummed, his lips close enough to brush yours as he waited for you to tell him to stop.
“Thank you for walking me home.”
“It was th’least I could do.”
“But maybe you should…” your voice trailed off, the words not wanting to come.
“Should what?” he mused, caressing your cheek, a grin playing at his lips, still so close to yours.
“Should… head… home,” you managed, your eyelids fluttering.
“I don’t think you really want me to.”
“I– I want…”
Shutting your eyes, you let go, the last bit of tension holding you back dissipating. Shaking your head, your lips collided with his once more, mouth opening to deepen the kiss. Your tongue hesitantly sought his and he moaned at the brief moment of contact before growing bolder himself, his hand at your jaw slipping behind your neck to pull you closer.
“I want you to stay.”
taglist: @super-unpredictable98 @salvador-daley @firstpersonnarrator
#robert sheehan character fic#robert sheehan#lee (jet trash)#jet trash#lee x reader#joz.fic#prompt request
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My face when I'm watching Jet Trash and that thieving whore is on screen
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silence is now our father
what has become of our voices
when did the crows come
and rip out our throats?
silence is now our father
this land is filled with great ghettos
in city after city
and we say nothing
silence is now our father
children are going hungry
in the shadows of millionaires
children
do you hear me
hungry
and we say nothing
silence is now our father
there is not even a gurgling sound
in our throats
our taxes pay for the bombs
that blow apart hungry children
in other lands
children
do you hear me
blown apart
the fat pig of government
pours liquid gold
into the belly of the military
enough gold to feed all of the world
where is it spent
on bullets and jet fuel
on rifles and bombs
and we say nothing
silence is now our father
do we build schools
no
we build prisons
do we pass laws
to help people be free
no
we pass laws
to take their freedom away
and we say nothing
for silence is indeed our father
we are pumping life
from the earth itself
and pouring poison
into the empty hole
we are melting the ice caps
and allowing those who do it
to call it god's will
and we say nothing
and silence is indeed our father
no more
friend
it is time to find our voices
once again
it is time to speak.
the emperor has no clothes
the people we were told are our enemies
are not our enemies,
and it is time for us to stop being theirs
I say it is time to scream
to rage
are you listening
leave your house
stop getting stoned on your television
it is time now for us all to walk outside
and scream in the street as one
we'll just stop traffic and scream
we'll stop working and scream
we'll scream for the hungry children
we'll scream for the people
who sleep under the freeway
we'll scream for the women
turned away from the clinic
we'll scream for the prisoners with no hope
we'll scream for the iraqi villagers
crying at the graveside
we'll scream for the children
who walk north in terror
we'll scream for the family
that just can't make it until payday
we'll scream for the wounds of the earth
for the trash in the sea
we'll scream for the filth in the air
we'll scream for the leaders
getting rich on death and war
we'll scream for the lifetime
of lies we have endured.
we'll scream for the numbness in our minds
we'll scream for the freedom of our hearts
we'll scream and we will not stop screaming
we'll scream because we are human beings
And we own our own bodies
we will all rise at last and go outside
and we will scream.
silence is not our father
silence is not our father
silence is not our father
-for larry jaffe & priyesha lobinha nair-
james lee jobe
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For @avatar-hauntober, 'monsters', Jet as a vampire with his victim Ty Lee because I am both JetLee trash and vampire trash.
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I really just wanted an excuse to draw Ty Lee in Mina Harker's stunning red bustle dress from 1992's Braham Stoker's Dracula. I made it slightly pinker because, you know, it's Ty Lee.
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Fics I Enjoyed in February
5 fics total. Includes fics from the following fandoms: Avatar (The Last Airbender), Black Sails
clay kids by suzukiblu
Avatar: The Last Airbender | Jet/Zuko | 35k (WIP) | Teen & Up
“I don’t think you want someone like me in your group,” Lee says, stepping back, and Jet steps forward quick and grabs his wrist. “Believe me, you don’t know what I want,” he tells him, his eyes intent on Lee’s. On Lee’s gold eyes. “I get it, man. Dirty little secret. You think you’re the only one who’s got it? Me, I got off lucky—I take after my mom.”
(Never) Forget Who You Are by mindbending
Avatar: The Last Airbender | Gen | 10k | Teen & Up
“Hello, my name is Joo Lee,” says a young man in cheery spring green, his smile stretched to the point of pain. “I have been given the great honor of showing the Avatar around Ba Sing Se.” “Zuko?!”
Let the City Pull You Under by MadSeason (naive_wanderer)/@madseason
Avatar: The Last Airbender | Jet/Zuko | 8k | Teen & Up | Part 1 of up in the city (until the stars lost the war)
[He’ll wonder all that, later; but in this moment he kisses a boy who thinks he’s something other than he is, and clings to the bolt of revelation that strikes him in the dark: maybe nothing in life matters except grabbing onto whatever brief moments you have to feel good.] Before joining the Avatar, before choosing his path on the crossroads of destiny, and before he finds a poster for a missing bison, Crown Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation has a teenage affair in Ba Sing Se. Featuring wheat crime boy Jet and horrifically understanding parent man Uncle Iroh.
No Reason to Run by MadSeason (naive_wanderer)/@madseason
Avatar: The Last Airbender | Jet/Zuko | 31k (WIP) | Teen & Up | Part 2 of up in the city (until the stars lost the war)
[In another life, Zuko finds a poster for a missing bison outside Pao’s teashop, dresses himself in black, and resumes his mission with the kind of single-minded focus he hadn’t been able to muster for months. In this life, Zuko finds a poster for a missing bison, stares at it for a bit with his insides roiling around his heart like a ship caught in a storm, and crumples it up in one hand before tossing it into the trash and going back inside.] Sometime during late spring in the city of Ba Sing Se, Zuko serves tea (badly), falls in love (maybe), and deals with a chronic illness of the soul. AU continuation of "Let the City Pull You Under".
don't come closer, don't let go of me by youatemytailor/@annevbonny
Black Sails | James Flint/John Silver | 3k | Teen & Up | Part 1 of unfinished business
"Why are you here?" Convinced it would look too much like startlement, Silver does not let his eyes shift downwards at the sound of Flint's voice, roughened with disuse. He watches the displaced dust around the rafters above, instead, swirling in the air as the men walk on deck. "Ben mentioned you were refusing your rations." "So?" "So, I'd rather you not die. Not now, not when we’re so close."
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an introduction.
i present: lee saeron, police academy dropout turned mall security, american when it suits her, connoisseur of funky food combinations and generally, an Absolute Menace(™).
her profile is here, but i’ll drop some bullets below the cut! like this post if you'd like me turn up in your inbox to plot <3 (please)
background:
born in new york, 2001. mom’s a journalist and dad’s a pilot - both jobs which have them flitting from one side of the globe to the other most of the time.
dad misses the birth, the way he did with saeron’s older brother four years before. when he finally makes it into the hospital room, thoroughly disheveled from a ten-hour flight, he cries and tells his wife he’ll spend the rest of her life making it up to her. he never knew how short that time would be.
saeron’s a pretty happy kid, climbing trees and running after her older brother - generally trying to out-do him in everything the way younger siblings do. she’s said to be a “gifted” child and accelerated two years at school, but to her parents, she’s just their little girl who needs to stop trying to jump down too many steps at a time.
her mom dies in a car accident one rainy day - the explanation given is that the car skidded out of control due to the slick roads, but it’s hard to accept. especially when the notes found in her mom’s safe at home show that she was investigating something big.
their lives become a wild chase, chasing the traces of her; dad jets around the world with back to back shifts as if he can find her in the sky somewhere, brother becomes a journalist to continue their mom’s work.
saeron decides to become a cop to fully investigate her mother’s death; gets her bachelors, trains every single day for the entrance exams to get into the police academy… before realizing this isn’t what she wants. nothing she or anyone else can do will bring her mom back. learning how to chase down college kids dealing drugs loses its appeal.
she moves to daegu where her maternal grandparents live; they returned to their home country after their daughter died. she’s still trying to figure things out, and gets a job at sunset galleria as their security officer after successfully apprehending a thief (by pure luck, but nobody needs to know that??).
funnily enough, there’s a strange sense of purpose she feels working at the mall. with every passing day, she finds herself wondering if it’d be so bad to just settle - if she needs to continue chasing something bigger than this.
personality:
heavily inspired by jake peralta from b99! fun, irresponsible, but surprisingly competent.
doesn’t really take anything seriously, which is both a flaw and admirable quality. can make light of any situation, and brushes negative emotions off pretty quickly.
it’s reflected in her relationships and interactions with people; fun banter at best, witty cynicism at worst. she hands out her friendship with all the ease of distributing religious flyers, but it doesn’t mean much at the end of the day. the kind that has too many friends and yet none at all.
logical reasoning > feelings. she’s not so great at empathizing, but will listen attentively and reason through things together. great at making people laugh through their tears with unsolicited jokes and commentary.
likes social settings, but needs time to herself. very independent, and hates being coddled. being babied?? cue uncomfortable shuffle towards the exit.
has the self-assurance of someone who’s never really failed at anything but has willingly given everything up. can therefore come across as narcissistic and arrogant at times, and it’s made worse because she always does deliver exactly what she promises!
connection ideas:
someone who works at the lotteria / candy nook and a) feeds her free samples whenever she works her rounds in the area b) lets her experiment with whatever’s left over at the end of the day to come up with new “recipes” (read: trash) simply because it’s hilarious and yet… gross…
coworkers! would love a ride or die work bestie with all the dramaticized “i would take a bullet for you” kind of loving except the biggest threat they usually face at the mall is being wacked in the ankle with a walking stick… but also a rival that distinctly reminds saeron of her older brother and the way they’d compete for literally every single damn thing!
so sometimes on her night shifts, she makes her way down to the arcade and someone’s always! topped! her high score on the tekken machine! she’s made it her mission to go back whenever she can to put herself back on top, but after several weeks of futile resistance, she decides to lie in wait to see just exactly who she’s up against…
light-hearted flirty banter on the regular, she always lingers a little too long in his store just to make him laugh and bask in attention… except she ends up avoiding him like the goddamn plague after an accidental one night stand at some party because she’s unsure of what it now means!!!
someone who brings out the best and worst in her. he knows exactly what to say to get under her skin, but then she always wants… him… to get under her skin… in every single way possible. there’s something very destructive and unhealthy about the way he makes her feel but being able to feel angry (just being able to feel, generally) feels addictive. think: cruel kindness!
meet cutes where they’re always bumping into each other at the inopportune moments? she’s sprinting across the mall (to the rescue or to get a freebie before they run out? nobody knows!) when she bumps into them, knocking them off their feet in a generally unsafe… way… and the next succession of “bump-ins” continue much in the same way. she wheels their cart into a shelf of groceries, spills coffee on their white cashmere sweater, etc. not really meet cutes so much as meet horrors.
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Sonic Youth - Tivoli, Utrecht, Netherlands, June 29, 1993
We're getting deeper and deeper into the 1990s on our #SonicSummer expressway through Sonic Youth's live life. By the time the summer of '93 rolled around, the band appeared to have grown tired (for the moment anyway) of their most recent albums — Goo tunes are absent entirely and Dirty is generally under-represented during this set in Utrecht. Instead, SY take the opportunity to debut a fair amount of their next album, which was well underway — it even had a title at this point, announced by Thurston: Experimental Jet Set, Trash and No Star.
As is usually the case with in-progress new material for Sonic Youth, the music is more or less firmly in place — the lyrics less so. The verses of Experimental's eventual big single, "Bull In The Heather," are just Kim intoning "Ten, twenty, thirty, forty ..." But that sweet Steve Shelley beat is firmly in place.
Elsewhere, SY dig back into their now quite big back catalog, finding some gems to dust off: "Secret Girl," "Pacific Coast Highway," "Stereo Sanctity" and "Total Trash" among them. I especially love the seething version of "Flower," Kim howling over a furious drone. Like our show from last year, Lee Ranaldo doesn't take any lead vocals here, but he sounds absolutely killer on guitar here, his harsh/beautiful tones leading the way; he's particularly rad on "Starfield Road."
Following this European tour, Sonic Youth would take an extended break from touring, barely playing live at all in 1994 ...
Bandcamp | Merch | Concert Chronology
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4 am vibezzzzzz
monsune - outta my mind
cecilia condit – possibly in michigan
billie eilish - idontwannabeyouanymore
crumb - locket
jack stauber - baby hotline
monsune - nothing in return
dayglow - can i call you tonight?
kane strang - my smile is extinct
rex orange county - sunflower
jack stauber - oh klahoma
billie eilish - you should see me in a crown
samm henshaw - broke
will joseph cook - girls like me
half-alive - still feel.
yungblud - parents
lauv/troye sivan - tired of love songs
troye sivan - talk me down
seventeen - change up
coin - talk too much
easy life - nightmares
phum viphurit - loverboy
missio - everybody gets high
alfie templeman - stop thinking
seventeen - good to me
will joseph cook - take me dancing
anarbor - 18
yungblud - medication
jeremy zucker - comethru
godford - downtown
the unlikely candidates - novacaine
will joseph cook - be around me
charli xcx - boys
lauv - i like me better
borns - electric love
exo - going crazy
billie eilish - copycat
ashnikko - diasy
yungblud - loner
fazerdaze - lucky girl
jawny - honeypie
seventeen - network love
circa waves - sad happy
japanese breakfast - boyish
exo - sweet lies
suggi - i'm always sad cause i'm ugly
mormor - heaven's only wishful
wayv - say it
between friends - affection
heartless bastards - only for you
mild orange - freak in me
tahiti 80 - hurts
maye - tu
wallows - these days
men i trust - show me how
hey violet - better by myself
tkay maidza - you sad
rina sawayama - xs
nct - lips
audrey nuna - damn right
rei ami - snow cone
beabadoobee - if you want to
yaeji - raingurl
princess nokia - tomboy
ateez - desire
eliot lee - pink (freak)
nct - love song
girli - hot mess
rico nasty - smack a bitch
cyn - i'll still have me
charlotte lawrence - why do you love me?
conan gray - generation why
taeyong - long flight
d.o - that's okay
clairo - pretty girl
benee - supalonely
ruel - painkiller
dean - instagram
zico - she's a baby
ricky montgomery - mr loverman
oliver tree - alien boy
cavetown - boys will be bugs right?
rex orange county - loving is easy
nct - love me now
lorn - acid rain
joji - in tongues (the whole thing idc)
andrew huang - stars
the academic - fake id
blackbear - idfc
gnash - ilusm
keshi - over u
james bay - hold back the river
rei brown - is it too late?
seventeen - trauma
samsa - tinder samurai
arctic monkeys - mardy bum
exo - stronger
sir chloe - michelle
kali uchis - dead to me
ama lou - northside
raveena - honey
tom oddel - another love
lay - honey
yeule - pixel affection
hey violet - guys my age
james bay - let it go
exo - universe
hozier - take me to church (+ the neon jungle cover)
neon jungle - brave heart
placebo - i feel you
ash - girl from mars
atlas - you are my world
fats'e - dissociate
blur - she's so high
david bowie - heroes
exo - heaven
fleetwood mac - little lies
jackson wang - oxygen
placebo - post blue
shinigami - shooting stars
sigrid - high fives
thin lizzy - dancing in the moonlight
caleb belkin - i fall in love too easily
burbank - sorry i like you
david bowie - life on mars
no vacation - lovefool
mia rodrigez - psycho
yezi - 미묘
tessa violet - crush
stoned jesus - i'm the mountain
omori - pure imagination
drenge - fuckabout
radiohead - no surprises
semisonic - secret smile
taeyong - long flight
still woozy - goodie bag
the regrettes - seashore
jordan suaste - body
deathbyromy - problems
au/ra - panic room
weathers - happy pills
hayley kyoko - girls like girls
yungblud - kill somebody
conan gray - maniac
5sos - teeth
brye - lemons
june - a little messed up
ic3peak - Плак-Плак
loren - empty trash
eaj - pacman
rich brian - history
rich brian and eaj - love in my pocket
eden - sex
wonho - open mind
jet - are you gonna be my girl
forrest - your soul
hope tala - cherries
bea miller - that bitch
kesha - woman
lola blanc - angry too
loveleo - boyfren
sakima - daddy
teddy hyde - sex with a ghost
mad tsai - boy bi
blackbear - do re mi
remi wolf - photo id
saint motel - my type
mike posner - cooler than me
p!nk - funhouse
bruno mars - that's what i like
sitcom – still life
the scary jokes – icicles
#ive found this in the notes app#it was the only thing there#please enjoy#idk what was going on or when was this compiled#music#playlist#4 am things
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I've had this Jet/Ty Lee Summer camp AU stuck in my head forever
Like they're both camp counselors and they're the cool ones that you'd want to have, but they actually don't get along. Jet thinks Ty Lee is spoiled and Ty Lee has heard Jet is a player.
Jet pretends to be apathetic to everything but is always helping kids tie their shoes and comforts them when they're homesick.
Ty Lee shows lil Smellerbee how to make friendship bracelets and basketweaving and all of the camp crafts! Jet probably gets competitive with crafting, because he wants to be the favorite camp counselor, but his bracelets look like trash next to Ty Lee's.
The kids compete to burn their marshmallows the most and make them into s'mores for Jet. He eats them because he doesn't believe in wasting food.
Ty Lee tells the kids scary stories around the camp fire and then has to sleep with the girls in their tent because they're too scared to fall asleep.
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Figured I'd ask you the same, only with ATLA characters :D
Top 5 (or 3) characters you would want to have as a sibling + characters you wouldn't have as a sibling
ooooooh okay let's GO
WOULD want as a sibling
sokka - i mean. is that biased? yes. do i mean it for real? yes. he is a great sibling and he would do Anything for katara!!! i LOVE him and he is SUCH a good big brother and just. y eah. yeah yeah yeah.
suki - she would be SUCH a good sibling holy TRASH
jet - i mean. do i really need to explain? he cares SO MUCH about the kids and just. y eah. like yes, he'd piss me off sometimes, but in a sibling sort of way and not genuine hate-filled rage
jeong jeong - i just feel like we'd vibe together tbh, we're both certified buzz kills <3
jin - i feel like jin & i would have a relationship similar to my sister & i, so like. idk it'd be nice, i think? also, i love her
would NOT want as a sibling
aang - i want him as a sibling, i'm just too insecure in myself to have the literal avatar as my brother iuygfdxfgyuiouhyg
zuko & azula - i love them both so much, yes part of it is their family is awful, but also. i just feel like i'd be even more depressed and anxious with them as my siblings, like i'd always have to watch my back
ty lee - solely because there are too many people in her family and i wouldn't be able to handle That many people in my family and i feel like my sense of self and self-esteem is too fragile to have That many siblings oiuygfcgvhjko
aunt wu - she'd hate crime me and try to make me feel stupid
hahn - he would also hate crime me and would probably make me absolutely miserable
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finally got around to watching Jet Trash and oh my goddddddd is rob gorgeous in it, so swoonworthy. I mean, come on, look at him.
While there were definitely aspects that I was confused by or didn’t care for *cough*sofiaboutella*cough*. Overall, I actually really enjoyed it. (don’t come for me, Flor! lol)
I’m especially interested in Lee’s criminal background in London and the story there. Now I just have to figure out how I want to get Sofia out of the way and fit my reader character into the canon world.
Also! Unrelated fun fact: the term ‘jet trash’ was coined by Tom Waits in the song Frank’s Wild Years.
#joz.txt#anyone want to send me a lee prompt to get the juices flowing?#as if i don't have enough to work on#my brain is firmly in jet trash land now
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Inspired by @bisexualnathanyoung and @merrilark I'm here to give my opinions (that nobody asked for) about every single thing Rob has been in.
The Umbrella Academy: really good adaptation, Klaus is a work of art. I wish there were a billion seasons
The Last Bus: I mean... way too little Rob in it, but it was fun
Angel Dust: nice voice, bruh
Robot Chicken: nice voice, bruh. But also kinda gross
Trailer Park Boys: anyone please hook me up, I wanna watch the whole thing. I've only seen clips, love his observations about Canadian pizza
Young Offenders: love how he pulled this off even when he was sick. I live for the part about being gay and the protest scene is perfect
Mortal Engines: I like the movie even though it was way longer than it needed to be, but what the hell was that hair? Where does it say Tom needs to have 2005 pop punk hair?
Genius Picasso: Amazing, heartbreaking. Really shows the importance of oral sex. Also, please never paint a beard on Rob ever again, that was weird af
Bad Samaritan: PERFECT MOVIE, I have nothing bad to say about it
Mute: needed more Luba. This movie made me hate Paul Rudd lol we need to know what happened to Luba!!!
Song of Sway Lake: Ye old granny fucker! Love this movie, although it's a bit pretentious (sorry, Ari Gold! I love you, but you know you make things too poetic sometimes and that can rub me the wrong way)
Dicky: that was weird... that was a bit odd... love it
Geostorm: the three minutes Rob is in are masterful (I don't care what anyone says, the accent was good), the rest of it is pure shit
Three Summers: LOVE IT, but what an annoying protagonist. I'm talking about Keevy. Roland is awesome and deserves the world. Also, it did sound like Smells Like Teen Spirit!
Fortitude: what the fuck was that? This show sucks balls, why is Dennis Quaid involved in this? Vladek is hot though and I'm grateful for the full frontal nudity. Lots of people seem very disturbed by the scene, but I like it
Banshee Betty: represents very well the moment Rob was living love wise lol
Jet Trash: ugggggggggggh Lee is sexy, everyone else in this movie is fucking horrible. I hate every single character, especially Vix. Girl, get a personality. And someone please give Rob a burger, he's so thin
The Bigger Picture: it was good, nothing too special, but nice
Rideshare: CAN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE, does anyone know where I can find it?
The Messenger: Literally traumatized
Moonwalkers: really good, extremely funny. Love the cast, love the story, love the fake moon landing scene, love the tiger pigs
The Exchange: That was kinda cute, not gonna lie
The Road Within: PERFECT, as a person with mental health issues, I cry every single time I watch it. Fuck you, Marie, you're manipulative af. Rob did such a good and respectful job, I love it
Randumb - The Adventures of an Irish Guy in LA: omfg that was disturbing, but represents LA quite well
Anita B: love it, my Jewish heart swells with joy, especially during the Purim scene. Rob speaking Yiddish? UGH, SO HOT! He should've gotten the role of Max for The Book Thief
Love/Hate: overrated
Mortal Instruments: the only thing wrong with this movie is that there is no second one. I wanna see Simon as a vampire so bad! Iconic lines such as "I don't remember anything she'd want me to forget"
Push It: um... interesting. Lots of visuals and stuff.
Rituals: hippie fantasy and I'm living for it
In Love With...: it was cool, don't get exactly what the hell that was, but I was vibing
Immaturity For Charity: HILARIOUS! Very few times I laughed this hard
Me and Mrs. Jones: I don't care what anyone says, I love this show. Criminal what Rob did to his hair after the pilot, and Gemma is way too stupid to be a functional human, but Inca is our queen. Billy is way too charming and I can't cope
Accused: well, that was sad
The Borrowers: this movie has no business being that sexy. The scene with the motorbike? The scene with the bed? The scene in the plane? Spiller could get it and he's only five inches tall
Demons Never Die: very bad horror movie with a very bad name, but Rob was good in it
Misfits: PERFECTION! Nathan Young is the king of my heart. He can do anything to me, I wouldn't stop loving him even after he trippled himself.
Killing Bono: love the movie, love the cast, the soundtrack is immaculate (SPOTIFY, GET THE FUCKING SONGS IN THERE!), way funnier than I expected. Who tf gave Rob such a low harmony? His voice nearly disappeared.
Season of the Witch: average Nicolas Cage movie lol Kay is nice, love to see him on a horse. The ending was fucking wild. I wonder who we have to exorcise to end COVID
Coming Up - Dip: that was really good! The social commentary was actually kinda deep and relevant. I like the ending
A Turtle's Tale: Who the hell looked at Rob and thought he was the right fit for this role? I like it, but it was weird.
Red Riding Trilogy: HEARTBREAKING, I wanna give BJ a hug
Cherrybomb: love it, love the accents, very much early 2000s vibe and it makes me feel things. Luke's dad deserved better. Love the way Rob says the word tape in this
Ghostwood: um, what? Pop off I guess, baby Rob. Cool accent. Tim is how I imagine Nathan in the high school arc @seanfalco
Lowland Fell: what the hell did I just watch? What was the meaning of all that? Not a single person I know has a reasonable explanation for anything that happens in this
Rock Rivals: Guilty pleasure. Addison deserved better, they did him so wrong! I wish I could see Rob singing in this, but the boyband dances and outfits were really good
BitterSweet: needed more Rob. The neck kisses are just *chef's kiss*. Liam is such a good guy
The Summer of the Flying Saucer: I will do anything to watch this movie. I will suck any cock, fuck any ass, lick any pair of balls! PLEASE SOMEONE GET ME A COPY OF THIS MOVIE
An Créatúr: Bruh... what the fuck? Good job acting in another language and seeing Rob act as a little kid was so sweet. The big baby scene was at the same time terrifying and strangely alluring, don't know what that says about me. For legal reasons I'm not gonna comment on the scene where he's fed cake
Bel's Boys: pretty funny, love the clothes Max wears lol evil genius got defeated
The Clinic: Robbie, baby, why did you do this to your hair? At first, this looked like the beginning of a porno. Love the vulnerability of Shane and that tummy close-up was gold. They really violated his mouth there
Young Blades: King Louie is so underrated! I love him. Every scene with him is just gold. We really needed a spin-off about him finding a wife and all. Wish there was a ballet scene.
Foreign Exchange: Really good! First thing I ever saw Rob in when I was 9. You can blame this show for everything. So many good memories, it makes me feel hugged.
An Cuainín: does this short film actually exist? I never found any evidence of it lol if anyone has it, send it my way
A Dublin Story: wow, just wow. The subjects this short film touches on and the way it handles them are amazing, Rob was so young and his acting was already so powerful. He also managed to make Clocker very funny, I like it a lot.
Song For a Raggy Boy: what a pile of bricks, this movie is very very hard to watch. But it's a fun game of Spot the Rob. Lefties rise up!
The Tudors: I know his bit was cut, but boy did I spend hours watching over and over to see if I could spot him.
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i was very excited to see the interest form for another march madness event this year. hope it happens
in honor of that event maybe happening again what are your favorite atla and tlok couples for partner swapping and which haven’t you read before but would like to?
or just your current ot3/4s if you’re not into that
Hello! I'm so glad you're hoping for another event. From what it looks like, we'll be having a second Avatar March Madness!
You know, I actually hadn't thought about partner swapping at all until this ask, so you actually made me think on it! And that means I also haven't read any partner swapping fics (I went and looked, and it seems like there's only 1 tagged for this fandom...so maybe that needs to be fixed).
So after thinking on it, here's what I've come up with:
Predictably, Irosami. I HC that Asami is very into exhibitionism while I sometimes give Iroh a voyeur kink, so I think partner swapping is a step up from that for them. I think Bopal would be a fun swap with them.
For AtLA, you know I'm Zutara trash, so it has to be them. As for a fun partner swap, it's most likely JetLee.
My current OT3s are probably Makrohsami, Jetzulee (Jet/Azula/Ty Lee), and Jekotara.
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got a really funny actually p good documentary on dvd the otheer day abt the rolling stones mick taylor years and like it was funny cause like it was not official they talked to legit ppl tho but it wasnt like authorized or approved of by the stones so like after exile they just started ripping the stones apart saying how hard they fell off and how just out of touch with the world they were like it was rly good like talking abt how stupid the led zeppelin rock star lifestyle was how like jusst going from private jet to private jet to hotel room making no real contact w/ the ppl in the places ur performing at and like perfectly summed that up by saying how goats head soup was recorded in jamaica in byron lees studio with mikey chung mixing and how absolutely ZERO reggae influence is apparent on it both in music style and production and like how embarrassing that is especially considering how they started doing reggae after the wailers success so lol. like one music critic guy was super flabbergasted and pissed abt that like how out of touch ending up in jamaica as tax eexiles and not even having anything to show for it in terms of actual growth or musical style lol. but the box and name made it seem like it was gonna really focus on mick taylor cause they even had john mayall interviewed but like it rly only focused on him for like a lil bit in the beginning then just started talking abt jagger and keiths feud lol. and then like it did all that talking abt how dumb as fuck it all was after exile and there was a nother guy who was like yea when i first heard itss only rock n roll it sounded like a bad parody just like final nail in the coffin LOL. and like it said alll that and then at the end all the guys and the narrator were like "most ppl consider taylors time w/ the band from 69 to 74 as the best yeears of the band" like completely ignoring all the trash they talked abt like the last two years lol. like in reality 68 to 72 probably their best years. ppl forget taylor was hardly even on let it bleed and wasnt even on beggars which is suhc a great album. anyways it was really funny having eevery1 gang up saying how dumb as fuck everything abt their music theier lifestyle got aftere exile to just be like "oh but this whole mick taylor era was their best" LOL
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#I want to kiss it better#lee missing his twin#ohmygod her hands are so gentle#robert sheehan#rob sheehan#lee jet trash#jet trash
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