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sif-the-tsunami · 4 years

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Ropes and Roses part three

Summary: Elizabeth Rosehill is a talented dance instructor and a force of nature that beguiles her famous student. Events in her life, however, have led her to search for more creative ways for her to keep herself afloat. What will she do to keep her dreams secure and what will it mean for her blossoming relationship.

Warning: this passage contains some drunken shenanigans, heavy petting, making out, self deprecating humor, stripping down to ones underwear, sexual frustration, some insecurities, and angst. Oh and the beginning of Elizabeth showing her dominant side. If I missed anything please let me know

Word count: 2500

A/N: If you read it and like it, it would mean a lot to me if you could say something nice!

“And what will the lady be having?” The handsome bartender asked from behind the wooden top.

“Gentleman Jack, two fingers, neat. Please and thank you.” Elizabeth had her face all smooshed up in her hands, cradling her own head, resigning to the feeling of utter defeat. Gregory Chapman had called her and told her that the movie had lost its funding. The promises he made her were now as empty as the glass in front of her. As was her bank account. At least the bartender quickly remedied the empty glass problem. Henry saw her sitting there, her perfect posture was replaced by the pose of someone who wanted to be as small as possible.

“Oh shit, you are taking the news way harder than I thought you would. I also had no idea you liked whiskey.” He saw that her eyes were puffy, she had rubbed the winged eyeliner tip off on one of her eyes. He took the hand closest to him and gave her a gentle squeeze. The best part of having had their lessons was they had grown comfortable with touching each other. He appreciated the intimacy they shared, even if he though it had been platonic on her part. “Cancellations happen pretty often, don’t beat yourself up too much.”

“You were getting so good too.” Her voice came out as a whine, she took a sip of her liquor.

“I was mediocre at best, I just happen to look good while you dance around me.” The gold tinged light above them made her eyes and the drink the same color. Everything about her right then seemed angelic to him, even with her sad expression she glowed. “My only regret is that I won’t get to see you as much. I’ve enjoyed our time together.”

“That is very kind, Henry.” Elizabeth laced her fingers with his. “It was a pleasure to teach you.”

I love how she says my name, he thought. “So, what happens next for you?”

“I have to work harder to try to keep my dance studio open.”

“What do you mean? You have some great teachers, you have full classes.”

“Greg had told me that once he was given the funding he planned on investing in the dance studio with some of his earnings. I’m not sad about the movie being canceled, I’m just sad that this is just one more thing to have gone wrong this year...” she trailed off.

“Want to talk about it?”

“If I start, I will not shut up, I’m sure you don’t want to listen to me bitch and moan for an hour. Don’t you have more important things to be doing?”

“I could listen to you complain all night. Besides, nothing is more important than us getting drunk and possibly finding people to snog with tonight,” he said with the intention of making her laugh, but with a quick look around the pub, it looked like the their options would be limited. “I bet you could charm the pants off that lad at the end there.”

The lad was an older gentleman wearing a newsboy hat and a sweater with patches on the elbow.

“Oh Mr Cavill,” she said in a dreamy, playful voice, “he’s just my type. Do you think he’ll like me?”

“I don’t know Ms Rosehill, you might have to show him a little clevage.”

She pretended to pull the top of her dress down a little, big shit eating grin on her face, “How’s that? Better? Oh please, sir, notice me. Please come tap my ass like a keg!”

The remark caused Henry to choke on his drink. After a deep gasp of air he looked at her incredulously “never mind, you’ll kill the man. Give him a heart attack talking like that.”

The two talked, Elizabeth told him about how earlier that year she had gone through a bitter divorce, her ex had left her with more debt than she would be able to handle by herself and then her mother had passed away. She felt like she was drowning and the first life raft that had been thrown her way was being pulled from her.

“But you know what? I am a pretty damn good swimmer, and my momma didn’t raise no bitch.” She stated. She sat back sagaciously for a moment, “I think that might be the whiskey talking.”

Henry chuckled to himself. They were both a few drinks deep into their conversation and she was feeling it. He paid their tab and took her with him, “Come on, you lightweight, let’s go put some food in you so you don’t black out on me.”

Trying to get the teacher to do anything while she had been drinking was like trying to get a cat to cooperate. Every time they walked for more than a few minutes, she would wonder off some where distracted by anything that caught her attention. He stood there the fourth time when she stopped to look at display of macrons in a window.

“Are you like this every time you drink?”

“No, only when I forget to eat during the day before hand, I’m so hungry, I would perform unspeakable acts if I could get my hands on some fried pickles right now. Are those even a thing here?”

“Fried… pickles?” He responded moderately concerned for her sanity. “Why?”

“Do you want the drunk answer or the athlete answer?”

“Both. Oh my god woman, would you get off of that. You are like the worst version of the worst mission in video games. No, no, no, you wrap your arm around mine right now, I will get you food, I promise. Stay with me, Lizzie, tell me about the pickles.”

“Drunk answer is that they taste good, you know what takes a sandwich from eh to great. Pickles.” She tucked her arm right into his, with his other hand gently resting on top of her arm ready to guide her along. “Athlete answer is that they help re-hydrate you, after work outs, after drinking. Drinking pickle juice always cures my hangovers. Although chips work too, especially with salt and vinegar.”

They found a place still open that was serving delicious smelling fried food. He was together enough to set her down on a curb. “Please stay here. I’ll be right back.”

She leaned against him as soon as he sat down and handed her their snack. It was beginning to get late and a chill in the autumn air was starting to creep in. “You called me Lizzie earlier, I haven’t been called that since I was a little girl.”

“I hate to break it to you, but you still are a little girl. Well, compared to me anyways.” He nudged her with his elbow a little to get a smile out of her. “I hope you don’t mind, I won’t call you that again if you hate it.”

“It is totally fine, I’ve gone by Liz, Lizzie, Lizbeth, Beth. Just please don’t call me Libby. My middle name is Louisa, my ex would call me Libby-Lou, knowing how much I hated that nickname. Made me feel like I should be living in Whoville, waiting for the Grinch to steal my Christmas dinner.”

“They can be the worst, ex’s. They always know where they can jab at you with a mean joke or poke at an insecurity. One of mine would make comments about what I was eating, especially if I was between jobs.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and felt her whole body shiver.

“I’m sorry, you never deserved that.” She said softly. He looked into her eyes, the eyeliner had somehow gotten more smudged, she looked as exhausted as she sounded.

“No, neither did you. I don’t know what all he did to you, but you deserve better too.” His voice came out low and husky. “Do you want to come back to my place, I live pretty close by and you look like you are about to freeze.”

“I don’t know, Mr Cavill, I seem to remember you mentioning something about finding someone to make out with tonight, will I find one there?”

With the straightest face he could possibly muster, “As long as you don’t eat all of my pickles.”

***

A twenty minute walk later, they were in Henry’s home. They were both greeted by a very excited Kal, who snuffled and snorted at his daddy’s new friend. A warm welcoming glow came from the living room where the lights had been left on for his dog. He offered her one of his hoodies to help her warm up and planted her on the couch so he could take his boy to do his business outside. He came back as quick as he, honestly expecting to find her asleep. Instead, she was looking at him with her whiskey colored eyes. He had wanted another drink, and brought them both another glass of the liquor. He sat down at the other end of the couch, trying to respect her space. “Are you comfortable, can I get you anything else?”

“No, I’m warming up well, thank you. You have a beautiful home, it’s nice and cozy.”

“Thank you, I like it here a lot, it is just enough for me. And Kal, for that matter.” His furry buddy was pressing as much of himself against the spot Elizabeth sat on the couch. She was delicately rubbing the area between his eyes and cooing at big beast, his fluffy tail wagging happily. “I think he likes you.”

“Oh good, I’m glad His Lordship approves of me.” She moved her hands to rub his chin. “You are just a big softy aren’t you? Good man, Kal.”

Henry watched them get acquainted, allowing himself to melt into the couch, legs spread apart. She turned her attention to the beautiful man before her. Maybe the booze was making her feel more bold than usual, but damn did she want him. Her mind was still swimming from their earlier adventure. Hopefully, it was an invite to climb between his powerful thighs. She shot back her glass and put the empty cup on his side table. He reached over to her and pulled her close. She positioned herself to face him and straddled his lap. His breath caught in his throat for a moment.

“If I’m being to presumptuous, I can stop. I will go sit on the other side again.” She said quietly.

“No, I want this. I want you.” He reached up, fingers were gently touching the back of her arms.

She leaned forward and pressed her forehead against his, “Before you... we… whatever it is here that we are doing, I need you to know that I don’t know what all I can give to you right now. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I think you are worth the risk,” he whispered to her and they connected.

Henry had wanted this from the first time he placed her hands on him. Every nudge, posture correction, hand offered to help him, whenever he felt her skin on his he felt the current between the two of them and it was electrifying. He felt himself grow hard as she invited him to explore her body. His hoodie was off was off of her body as soon as they started, and then shortly after came her black dress. They continued to make out as she unbuttoned his soft flannel shirt.

He fingers searched the back of her bra for it’s clasp. She broke off their kiss long enough to lean back and unhook it from the front. Henry could feel the pressure building in his jeans as he looked at her body. All she had left on were knee high black boots and a pair of silky purple panties. Elizabeth gave him a lopsided smile as she leaned back into their embrace. Her fingers danced and tickled down his chest running down to to the bottom hem of his shirt. Henry stopped himself before she removed the cotton undershirt, ever so gently. “Before I take this off, I want you to not be disappointed.”

“Disappointed?” she asked breathlessly.

“I don’t look like Geralt right now. I’m in my off season, and I don’t know what kind of expectations you have...” Elizabeth slowly ran her hands back up his chest.

“I like you, Henry: your beautiful, overthinking, intelligent mind; your sweet nature; your burning passions. You as a person.” peppering his neck and face with tender kisses, her hands tangling in his hair. “Everything else is just sprinkles on a cupcake.”

“Sprinkles on a cupcake?” he smiled. She nibbled on his ear and he moaned, hungry for more.

“Cupcakes don’t need sprinkles to be delicious, I have never refused a cupcake because it didn’t have sprinkles on it.” She ran her fingers back down to the bottom of his shirt. “So, Mr Cavill, do I have permission to take your shirt off?”

“Yes, Ms Rosehill, you do.” The woman on top of him pulled the garment off, never breaking eye contact. After it’s removal, she kept a firm grip on his arms, inching ever closer to his wrists. With her hands on them, Elizabeth pressed her weight against his wrists and pinned him as best she could to the back of the couch. She ground her pelvis against his as she started nibbling and kissing his neck, her torso against his. Appreciating the nuzzling and nibbles on his neck, he closed his eyes for a moment, waiting for her to continue.

All he felt was her soft breathing against his skin. A moment later her hands dropped from his wrists. Henry tried to move himself to see what what was going on when a soft snore came from his would be lover. He rubbed his face, not believing what had just happened.

“Liz… Lizzie… wake up, sweetheart.” He tried kissing her cheek to wake her. The only response she gave was tucking her arms to her chest and adjusting her head on his shoulder. He groaned, but knew what he had to do. Elizabeth was as limp as a rag doll, so he guided her arms through his flannel shirt, placed her down gently on the couch and prepared his guest room for her. Making sure his warmest duvet was on the bed, he left a bottle of water and some Tylenol on the bed side table for her. He carried her to the room and tucked her into bed, making sure a pillow was wedged behind her back to keep her on her side. Henry then went to his room, fell face first into bed and yelled directly into a pillow.

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annoyinglyjovialbird · 4 years

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Voltron: Next Generation

Nuclear Decisions: I

Word Count: 2881

Keith glared at the window. Shadows moved across the window, but they didn't stay for long. The lights were glaringly bright, the bed had been bolted down, and the door can't be opened from the inside of the observation room.

He was a prisoner on the ship that found him.

"I still think we should eject him out into space," Caleb said, arms crossed. Liz nodded her head in agreement, but the other three teens ignored the pair. The team was in the transport bay, mostly standing around watching Kova work on the training bot they brought on ages ago.

Caleb was leaning on a wall, Liz stood on two feet next to him. Cake was at the base of the limp bot with arms outstretched. Allie looked between Cake and the mouth of the mecha, hanging from a swing.

Muffled noises came from inside the mecha's chest, along with a couple of bangs.

"'If we did that, we'd be grounded for life'," Allie relayed, looking down at Cake. "The flashlight died again and she can't use the crescent wrench."

"What size does she need?" Muffled noises came from the inside again.

"'If I knew what size, I'd tell you'," Allie stared at the mouth, repeating what she heard. "She sounds mad."

"When doesn't she?" Caleb retorted, leading to louder sounds from the mecha's stomach, including some bangs.

"I am not repeating that," Allie said, leaning away from the mouth. The team was all dressed in their paladin armor, save for the helmets, in case of accidental launch. They also didn't want Kova to feel left out.

"What's going on here?" Shiro asked, walking into the transport bay. Cake, Liz, and Caleb briefly stiffened, then relaxed as his words sunk in.

"'Impromptu meeting'," Allie stared at the mouth. "Yes, I heard you. No, I didn't repeat anything you said to Caleb. Including that one, yes."

"Uh, Allie?" Shiro stared at the Blue Paladin on the swing. She turned to look at him with big eyes. "Who are you talking to?"

"Kova." Everyone else in the room said at the same time.

"And she's?"

"In there." Caleb thrust a thumb at the mecha's stomach. A thud from the inside confirmed Caleb's word. Shiro stared at the mecha with confused surprise. "She thinks we're being tracked, so she's trying to find the tracker."

"In the stomach."

"Yeah."

"'I already checked the perimeter of the ship and the outside of the mecha.'" Allie began to relay. "'I wouldn't put it past Yorak to put a tracker inside the machine.'" Allie was half-inside the mecha's sharp-toothed mouth, barely on the swing holding her.

"That, uh," Shiro stammered. Poor man. He's still trying to comprehend his daughter inside the bot's stomach. "If there was a tracker, wouldn't it be in the head?" Kova's thudding stopped, then furiously pounded on the cavernous inner body. They thuds traveled to the other side of the bot, where its spine would be, and it slowly climbed upward towards the head. The muffled sounds of Kova's voice became less muffled as she passed the mouth to enter the head.

"...so much time wasted! 'Wouldn't it be in the head?' Of COURSE, it would be in the head! That infuriating sack of..." Her voice became muffled again as she fully entered the head.

"Can you still hear her, Al?" Liz asked, staring at the young girl inside the mouth. Allie scooted herself further inside the mouth, further falling from the swing. Cake retook his outstretched stance, bending his knees.

"Just enough to know I'm not repeating anything she is currently saying." Allie crawled out of the mouth, regaining her original seat on the swing. "Bring me down, please." Cake nodded his head and got to it. Caleb walked over to help Cake and Liz took Cake's original position under Allie. Shiro watched as the boys untied a long rope from the Blue Lion's leg and carefully released it until Allie was safe on the ground then let go entirely. Caleb got busy winding the rope, and Cake dismantled the swing.

"Why are you coming down? Isn't Kova going to need to get down?" Shiro asked.

"She'll be coming out from the top. There's a hatch." Allie stared at the Colonel. Like clockwork, an old-school hatch opened from the top of the head. Kova's hair had become messy, revealing her pronged bangs. She climbed onto the head and jumped off. Shiro lunged forward, but Kova floated safely to the ground. She figured out how to use her jetpack. When did that happen? Brushing her bangs back with her fingers, Kova held a metallic box the size of her hand. On one side of the box, a purple V with a curved tail was engraved.

"I found it. Now, I can mess with it." Kova turned to walk away.

"Oh, no you don't." Shiro grabbed her collar, pulling her back. "Why is Keith in the observation room and why is Caleb saying he should be ejected?"

"I told him we'd be grounded if we did that!" Kova protested while Caleb stared with big eyes.

"Kova!"

"Keith deliberately hurt Kova to veto our decision." Caleb stepped in, getting Shiro's attention. He wasn't letting go of Kova, though. "I don't agree with it, but I was outvoted. He should've accepted that instead of taking control."

"He didn't hurt me." Kova pointed out, pouting. "I hurt me. I pulled a muscle when I directed the Coeus into the wormhole. I had to take full control over the steering so Kenny could focus on the barrier and wormhole jump."

"You have a bruise."

"I landed on the step hard."

"He pushed you down the stairs?" Caleb was furious, storming out. Shiro's robotic arm followed Caleb, grabbing his collar and pulled him back.

"Both of you to the bridge to talk to Pops and Cyrus." Caleb and Kova grumbled compliance and stalked off. Caleb tried running to the observation room, but Shiro's arm stopped him, tripping him. "You're free to do as you wish, but stay away from the observation room. Alright?"

"Yes, Colonel." The three teens replied dutifully, watching as the Colonel walked away. They looked at each other and smiled evilly. At least, Liz and Cake did. Allie stared at them confused.

The pair entered the bridge, sighing and laughing. The screen was up, projecting an empty office. Barely audible grunts and a chair squeaking on the tile floor was the only indication there was anyone there at all. With small yelps and grunts, Cyrus appeared on screen, holding onto the surface of the table. The poor dark-haired boy seemed to be panting. The sound filled the space. Cyrus looked up, dark eyes sparkling as he saw the pair of teens on screen.

"Kova! Kova! Kova!" He yelled, jumping up and down. "Caleb! Caleb! Caleb!" His foot might've slipped from the chair he was standing on, nearly sending him crashing to the floor. The teens let out their own version of a warning to the young boy, lunging forward. "I'm okay! I'm okay!" The young boy held up his hands, completely outstretched.

"Be careful, Cy," Caleb said, leaning into his chair.

"Yeah, you don't wanna get hurt." Kova continued, resting her arms on the railing around her console.

"I'm fine!" Cyrus repeated, waving off his siblings' concerns. "Oh, guess what?" He turned to stare at the camera with sparkling eyes.

"Chicken butt." The older pair responded, earning them a look of annoyance.

"The kids at school are mean!" Cy crossed his arms angrily, pouting. Caleb smiled, while Kova tilted her head.

"How mean are they?"

"Super mean!" Cyrus made a large arm gesture, almost toppling the chair again. "They don't believe me!"

"What do you mean, Cy?"

"I told them that my big sister and brother are Voltron!" Caleb snickered while Kova's concerned look softened.

"Oh?"

"Yeah!" Cyrus got lost in his little world, explaining the day like he used to do with his sibling's face to face. "They're so mean!" He ended his long tangent, pouting and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Aww, Cy," Kova started, staring at her little brother.

"Those kids are so mean!" Caleb spoke over Kova, agreeing with Cy.

"Caleb, they don't believe him."

"Who would lie about their family being part of Voltron?"

"Um, your ex." Caleb's eyes widened, turning to stare directly at Kova.

"She was not my ex!" Caleb pointed out, cheeks turning red. "We weren't even dating!"

"Really?" Kova tucked her hand under her chin. "I seem to recall you thinking she was really pretty, and that—"

"Nonono, stop that!" Caleb jumped out of his chair. "Stop talking or I throw you off the ship!"

"You can try!" Kova stood up, planting herself on the ground. Cyrus looked on with excitement as Caleb tried to beat Kova up. Even Cy knew Kova always won. Something off-screen caught Cyrus's attention, while Kova straddled Caleb's back, pinning his hands.

"Hey, uh, Kova?" Cyrus said, trying to get her attention. His voice was drowned out by Kova's gloating and Caleb's protesting. "Kova!" He yelled a little louder. Cy glanced off-screen, staring at someone and smiling sheepishly. "Kova!" He all but screamed directly into the microphone. The noise jarred Kova enough for Caleb to jump out from underneath her, but he was distracted, too.

Curtis stared at the teens with a gaping mouth and wide eyes. The teens bore similar mortified expressions. Cyrus, for his credit, had begun to look between his papa and his siblings, wondering which one was going to pop first.

Short answer? Curtis.

“Kyla Hannah Kogane, what do you think you’re doing?” Curtis sputtered, turning purple. I’m sure he’d be red if he were lighter. He also busted out the real name, too. “Is your hair green? Caleb, what the quiznack did you do?” As Curtis continued his wrath, Kova and Caleb hid behind Kova’s console, holding each other tightly. “What in Allura’s name is going on up there? What is your father letting you do?” Curtis’s voice became louder and much clearer as he continued his rant. “When you’re back on Earth, the three of you are grounded! You hear me? G-R-O-U-N-DED!” Thank Allura the bridge had soundproof walls. “No hugs for Takashi! No boyfriend for Kyla! No human interaction for Caleb!”

"That's not fair!" Caleb shot up from his hiding spot. Kova tried desperately to hold him down, but it was too late. Curtis had seen him.

"Oh, it is fair!" Curtis shot back, holding the microphone in his hand. At some point, Cyrus disappeared off-camera and was replaced by a shouting Curtis. "Why is Kyla's hair green, Caleb?"

"It was a prank!"

"A prank?" Kova silently shouted, getting Caleb's attention for a brief moment.

"Caleb [middle name] Shirogane." Uh oh. "When you get back to Earth, you are grounded for two weeks." Curtis was now scary calm, staring into Caleb's eyes to drive his point home.

"I'm human." Caleb placed an open hand on his chest, using the other to lean on the railing. "I need social interaction to live."

"I never said you couldn't have social interaction. I said human interaction."

"It's the same thing." Caleb stared at Curtis confused. Kova stood up in a huff.

"Peaches is mine!" Caleb stared at Kova standing beside him, then her words sank in.

"Peaches doesn't even like me!"

"Too. Bad."

The teens and Curtis would continue arguing back and forth for a solid few minutes without interruption.

Down in the med bay, Shiro hid behind a wall. Two drones and a person wearing Fire armor were trying to break into Keith's room, watching him carefully. There was no way Shiro could take three enemies at the same time.

Pfft. Who am I kidding? It's Shiro the hero!

Shiro remembered that one of the teens had left their Garrison-issued weapons on the counter on the other side of the wall. If he could get to it without getting too much attention from the bots, he could potentially hold the Fire member hostage.

Shiro's robotic arm slid along the floor, barely an inch from the ground. It thudded into the counter, getting a glance from the Fire soldier. Shiro held his breath for a few minutes before continuing his hunt. At least his arm found the counter. It slowly crawled along the counter wall, creeping upwards towards the countertop. The forearm piece collided with the edge, making another noise. The Fire soldier brandished his weapon, wildly looking for the source of the noise in the spacious med bay. In his fear, he didn't seem to notice Shiro's arm laying flat on the counter top. With heavy breaths, he returned to his work, banging on the door. Like that will work.

Shiro's arm creeped forward, only a few inches at a time. Metallic fingers wrapped themselves around the grip and slowly floated directly upwards so the gun was floating above the countertop. Shiro himself creeped around the edge of the corner of the wall, inching itself closer to the Fire soldier.

"Put your hands up." Shiro ordered, pointing the barrel at the back of the soldier's head. The soldier, to his credit, did it immediately. "Step away from the door." Shiro kept the weapon aimed at the soldier's head as the soldier stepped away from the door. Shiro pushed the soldier back, further and further until he was inside the other observation room. Quickly, Shiro shot down the drones and closed the second observation room door.

"W-wait!" The soldier cried. He still wore his helmet, making his words hard to make out. "I can explain!" Shiro ignored him, opening the first observation room door. Keith glared at Shiro until he noticed the weapon in his hand. "Please! I'm on your side!"

"Who's that?" Keith asked, standing from his bed. Shiro led him out to the room next door, where the soldier was now furiously banging on the window.

"My name is Darrar, and I must speak with the half-Galra!"

"Why?" Shiro asked, voice rough. "What do you want with them?" Darrar paused his banging as Shiro responded. Darrar then pulled off his helmet, revealing his features. Specifically, his pointed ears and bright red Altean markings. His skin, however, was lilac in color, matching his violet hair. From a side pouch on his suit, Darrar pulled out a screen, showing it to the men. It was barely visible to the men, but it wasn't unreadable.

'MISSION: RECRUITS'

'TARGET: HALF-GALRA HUMANS'

Shiro and Keith looked at the top of the screen, completely baffled as they turned to each other. This was bad.

On the bridge, Caleb sat pouting outside the bridge door while Kova talked with Pops. Caleb couldn't stand him anymore.

"So," Curtis started, much calmer than he was before. "You're staying in space."

"That's the plan." Kova nodded. Curtis leaned over a chair, putting hands over his mouth.

"With Voltron."

"Uh huh." Kova nodded again.

"Remind me why you don't wanna come back to Earth?"

"The council."

"Ah." Curtis tucked his hand under his chin. "Right. They wouldn't meet you, much less interact with the rest of the team."

"Have you told the council?" Kova sounded worried. Who could blame her? If the council knew, they would either demand the Coeus return to Earth or they would send an under-trained fleet after them. Thankfully, Curtis shook his head. Kova sighed in relief.

"Anything interesting happen lately?" Curtis asked. Kova's eyes widened. Does she tell him about the kidnapping, Yorak and Vhix's true identities, Keith's reawakening, and the discovery of Pidge's still active navigation system?

"I'm gonna let you ask Dad about that." Smart choice, Kova. Shiro's already on 'No hugs.' Imagine what would come next. Out of the corner of her eye, Kova saw a truly scary sight.

Yellow and Blue were flying around the functional MFE fighter jet, narrowly missing its shots.

"Uh, Pops, I gotta go!" Kova said urgently, grabbing her helmet from the floor. She had left it under her console before her journey into the mecha's stomach.

"Uh, Kova, I'm not—"

"I gotta go!" Kova yelled again, running out the door. She jumped over Caleb, proceeded to slam her shoulder into the wall, and continued running.

"Guess that's that," Caleb said, stretching his arms as he stood. Caleb stared at Curtis with a half-smile. "Talk to you at the next team meeting."

"Yeah," Curtis smiled back. "See ya."

"Bye."

The screen turned dark and the audio cut out. Cyrus was playing pattycake with a dark haired teen on the floor of the conference room. Arthur had kicked his stomach bug a few days after the launch, but the past few months were hard on him. Without a team, he couldn't fully participate in any classes. He started getting flack from the other students about being the seventh wheel, so Curtis took him as an assistant. More like a babysitter since Cy's classes had been cut short due to a water issue in his school building. Curtis walked around the playing boys and sat at Takashi's desk, opened up a screen, and began to write out a script.

It's nothing too interesting. Just a reference sheet for the things Takashi let slip while they were in space, starting with the accidental launch and Kova's hair.

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buckysbest · 4 years

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CHAPTER THREE: I DON’T WANT TO PAIRING: best friend!peter parker x reader WARNINGS: swearing, heartbreak, slow burn, emotional turmoil?, mental breakdown level sadness, Aunt May being a bean too good for this world SERIES SUMMARY: peter parker is about to embark in the next chapter in his life with his best friends by his side. a secret relationship, a heartbroken girl, and the pains of growing might be strong enough to pry these friends apart. WORD COUNT: 1.3k Tags: @eridanuswave @whatareyouhidingpeter A/N: this series is based off the album “the pains of growing” by alessia cara! if you want to follow along, you can listen to I don’t want to (track 3 on the album)! i hope you are enjoying the story!

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You and Peter both had the same shock in your voice as you simultaneously gasped, “Liz?”

“Uhm, Hi.. Michelles here too” MJ waved, rolling her eyes and setting down the plant she held on the tile beneath her. You quickly got up and embraced the two of them.

“Man, I really missed you guys!” you smiled, dropping your arms from around them and grabbing the items that burdened their arms.

Liz chuckled, “Y/N… We’ve only been gone for like 2 weeks!”

“It felt like an eternity without my girls!” you laughed back, setting down your new plant and coffee pot on the kitchen before grabbing more plates and silverware. “Come, sit! They're totally enough for everyone!”

You let out a giggle before continuing “ These boys wouldn't know portion control if it hit them in the face, plus it's Friday… Pasta night!” you giggled, setting places at the table for two new additions.

The noodles flowed freely between your friends as you sunk toward the back of the conversation, eventually finding yourself just listening to the four. The girls spoke about their roommates and syllabus week, Liz commenting on the party scene and MJ commenting on the ignorance of Frat boys in her robotics class. Once again, day disappeared into night as your friends surrounded you and the dread of deja vu collapsed on your shoulders.

The group migrated to the living room next. Ned insisted on finishing the show you had started at the beginning of the summer but almost everybody fell asleep by the time the first episode of the night ended. Peter left his seat and found his way up to his room as you followed his example, now finding yourself in the center of your bed, staring up at your ceiling and preparing for another endless night. A third set of footsteps soon creaked through the hall causing confusion to form on your face. As the door opened and closed in the room beside you, Liz’s voice soon filtered through your walls.

A soft giggle sang through the barrier before a quiet, “Hey” followed.

Your eyes widened as you cursed the thin walls that made up your apartment. For the next hour, you found yourself what must be your version of hell.The nauseatingly cute sentiments that left their mouths only dulled when the sound of lips connecting covered them. Each sound wave that invaded your room washed over you like a tidal wave, eventually drowning you in your own sorrow. Desperate for an escape, you quietly snuck out of your room and to the front of your new apartment building, placing you on the front porch of the brick building with your phone in hand.

Despite the late time that stamped the upper right corner of your screen, you texted the only person you could think of. Within seconds, your phone illuminated with the face of Aunt May.

“Y/N? Are you ok?” her tinny voice rang through the small rectangle now glued to the side of your ear. The tears you had held in for the past month instantly began to fall.

“N-no” you sniffled, trying to find your breath again and regain composure.

“Whats wrong my love?” she soothed, prompting you to divulge the events of the past month in excruciating detail, beginning at the pool party, the not-so-secret phone calls over the summer, and ending at the events that took place just minutes earlier. Tears streamed down your face at an alarming rate as you struggled to form coherent sentences.

“I’m so sorry Y/N” she offered before urging you to continue.

“I-I just can't do it anymore Aunt May. The minute my heart heals one wound, three more appear and it's so exhausting,” you paused, as your body rattled with exhaustion. “And you know what, it's the little things I can't shake. Like how he grabs her hand when he thinks nobody is looking, or how he knows her coffee order, or how his eyes light up at the sight of her,” you sobbed before pausing again in an attempt to gain some control over yourself. “and it hurts to know that there is no happy ending here for me. I tried to be mad at her… I really d-did but she's Liz. She’s perfect, kind, beautiful Liz who would break up with him if I even hinted at my feelings and I can’t hate her even if I tried. I keep trying to find a best case scenario here but it doesn't exist!” you sniffled, tilting the phone away from your face and wipe the tears from your eyes. Your body shook as you exhaled a sigh, “I am just so tired of it Aunt May. I-I can't physically keep this up.”

Your words hung in the air for a moment before Aunt May tried to comfort you. You sat on the phone for hours as she reassured you with her loving words but as the sun began to rise over the horizon, you bid your goodbyes and you snuck back into your room. Quietly shutting your door, you flipped the lock and shut the blinds curling into your bed and allowing your eyes to finally rest. Your body melted into the mattress as each weary limb collapsed beneath you and you fell into a deep sleep.

•••

A sharp knock at your door startled your eyes open and your body awake as adrenaline pumped through your body. Grounding yourself into your surroundings, you relaxed and wrapped your blankets around your body before slowly unlocking the door and opening it.

“Hey Y/N we were all going to- woah… are you ok? Have you been crying?” Concern instantly wrapped Peter's face as his warm, kind eyes met your red, puffy ones.

Your fatigued body mustered up the best smile it could as you reassured him, “No, I’m ok, I’m just really tired Peter so I’m just gonna go back to sleep.”

You closed the door and locked it again before he could respond before sinking to the ground. You thanked your body for relinquishing the little bit of strength you had left to put on a brave face in front of Peter and you tried to calm yourself by finding some comfort in your room. As your eyes scanned the space, the dread that bubbled in your stomach grew. Every picture and memento seemed to mock your broken state as they replayed memories of happier times. Beginning at the photos that lined your dresser, you slowly gathered every individual trinket that decorated your room and placed them in your closet, closing it and collapsing on your bed once more. Your phone buzzed relentlessly throughout the day as concerned texts and calls from your friends flooded your lock screen. It wasn't until 2 that your phone died, leaving you in the quiet you so desperately craved.

Your radio silence continued through the week, well after MJ and Liz returned to NYU. With your new sleep schedule adjusted to contrast your roommates, you occasionally slipped out of your room at odd hours of the night to gather enough food to sustain yourself.

This system had been working so you grew more comfortable as you snuck into the kitchen for a fourth night in a row, grabbing some fruit from the bottom drawer of your fridge and returning back to your room. You closed the door, locking it behind you and crawled into your bed, wrapping yourself the blankets before you began to snack on the apple in hand.

A small shriek left your mouth as the light flipped on, revealing Peter with arms crossed and a scowl painted on his face. He plopped down on the floor in front of the door effectively blocking your only exit from the dreadful situation you now faced.

“We need to talk.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker #peter parker imagine #marvel x reader #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel series #peter parker series #buckysbest the pains fo growing

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babygirlgeralt · 4 years

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Roswell Secret Santa 2019 - Three Cheers for Family

My fic for the Roswell gift exchange for @cowboyswagger !!!! I hope you like it, I tried to include characters/elements that interested you based on your meta :) Read on ao3 or below:

“How is everyone so rowdy this early?” Isobel’s nose wrinkled up as she took in the bar, revealing the crinkle Maria would never admit to loving so much.

“’Tis the season to get fucked.” Maria replied, tossing her head so the bells in her reindeer antlers jingled as obnoxiously as possible. The crease in Isobel’s forehead deepened.

“Ah, come on, Iz, there are some benefits to the festive season!” Michael joined his sister at the bar, throwing a friendly arm over her shoulder.

“Such as?” Isobel replied, raising one acerbic eyebrow. Maria already knew, of course; she had been the one to decorate the bar. Isobel continued, “The availability of cheap booze?”

“You know I haven’t paid for my drinks here in years Iz!” Michael laughed.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook for that Guerin!” Maria snapped over her shoulder, as she turned to serve another customer to hide her smile. She noticed Kyle, Liz and Rosa (and she still couldn’t believe- Rosa!) enter the bar and start to head over to their group.

“Anyway, I was talking about the mistletoe our illustrious bartender has placed. Oh! It appears it’s above you right now Isobel…” Michael smirked as he trailed off, pointing up at the tacky decoration; Isobel’s glare was now in truly epic territory. Maria sighed.

“Come here then, Evans, let’s give the boys a show.” She leaned over the bar and snagged Isobel by the front of her obscenely-expensive-looking blouse to kiss her. It was always going to be a little weird to kiss your ex-whatever’s sister in front of them, but Maria reached up to hold Isobel’s cheek, relaxing into the contact and the faint vanilla smell of her girlfriend. Isobel began to lean over and deepen their kiss with a small nip at her lower lip when Michael and Liz began a joint wolf-whistle and round of applause. Maria laughed into Isobel’s mouth and pulled back, to see the whole group smirking at them.

Isobel huffed, but couldn’t stop smiling.

Michael melodramatically shuddered at them with a disgusted look, which just made Maria laugh harder. “What’s the matter, Guerin? Still upset I got the wrong sibling the first time?” They shared a wry smile and the conversation quickly moved to a rehashing from Rosa of the despairing state of Kyle’s Christmas jumpers.

“No, Liz, Alex, you don’t understand he has ones with tiny baby Jesuses in Santa hats holding crosses, and one that’s literally a glow-in-the-dark Nativity scene!” Rosa rolled her eyes and continued: “How am I actually meant to go anywhere with him?”

“Hey!” Injected Kyle, before Liz quickly talked over him, chuckling.

“It’s true. She kept falling on the ice trying to skate away from him so no-one would think they were there together.” Liz shook her head at the picture. The Ortecho-Valenti clan had all driven to the rink earlier, enjoying a rare day both Kyle and Liz had off to have some sibling time. She really did love Christmas, and finally having her sister back to share it felt like a real Christmas miracle.

“These jumpers made a lot of kids at the hospital smile!” Kyle spluttered indignantly, “We can’t all be committed to a hardcore emo aesthetic. Black isn’t my colour!”

“Alright, old man.” Rosa replied, shrugging and turning to hide her smirk.

“And no dissing emo aesthetics. Black nail polish is still trendy!” Alex quickly interjected from the stool he was perched on, leaning into Michael’s shoulder. Rosa turned to favour him with a rare smile.

Isobel clapped her hands to gather the groups’ attention. "Alright, alright, alright- time for a drink!" She declared, seeing Kyle and Michael winding back up to continue the argument. Maria started passing around some disgusting cinnamon concoction she was trying to get rid of before the end of the holiday season, making sure that Michael and Isobel got the glasses she'd spiked with the acetone she'd started keeping under the bar (and Rosa an alcohol free version). God, her life was odd.

“Three, two, one, down!” Michael yelled, and the group knocked back their drinks, bar Alex who cooly sipped his.

“Yeesh.” Isobel exclaimed with a splutter. “That may be your worst serving yet, DeLuca. Kyle even managed to get it up his nose.” She added, to wear Kyle was mopping his jumper. Liz and Rosa were nodding in agreement, having jumped out of the splash zone.

“Definitely the worst, Maria. And I used to sneak straight spirits from behind the bar.” Added Rosa, giving the group a cool look as if they would challenge her behaviour. Liz looked away, pained.

At that moment Michael noticed Alex sipping his drink and started whining, “Darling, I said to down it! In the festive spirit.” Alex shook his head with a smile, raising his eyebrow.

“No, no, no,” he replied, “You’re not getting me to join in that easily. One of us actually has to be able to walk out of here, y’know.” Alex leaned over and planted a kiss on Michael’s exaggerated pout before turning back to laugh with the group.

Liz was smiling wide again now, troubles forgotten. She raised her glass to the loose circle around the bar, “To Christmas with family!” she announced, turning to take in every one of them.

“To Christmas with family!” Everyone replied, and the drinks kept coming on a night of celebration.

#roswellsanta #roswell new mexico #rnm #rnm fic #roswell nm fic #malex #maribel #isobel evans #maria deluca #kyle valenti #rosa ortecho #liz ortecho #michael guerin #alex manes #sorry for tag spam!#this is like a group fic of them just chilling at the prancing pony having a drink and a laugh #hope you enjoy secret santa!!!!

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psychsounds · 4 years

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Bedsit Disco Queen

I was keeping a note of all the interesting things Tracey Thorn writes. I will have to re-read Bedsit Disco Queen again so I can re-document the stuff that didn’t save.

The question is to drink tea or coffee while reading as a treat?

The singer I most wanted to sound like was Patti Smith

35-36

And I came away from the rehearsal wondering if I’d let them down. The thought worried away at me during the bus ride home. Why didn’t i want it more? Or not that exactly, for in many ways, I really did want it, desperately. But why was I so ambivalent about the very concept of attention, both wanting it or not wanting it?

On 12 August 1980

i was probably a bit slow on the uptake, but i had assumed the qualities I found attractive in boys - being clever and spirited and having a good record collection and being in a band - would work in reverse, but i was starting to wake up to the fact that, of course, many boys found those things threatening and unattractive in a girl.

Meanwhile, i was hopelessly in love with someone who was either not interested at all, a little bit interested or very interested but too inept to do anything about it, I never really knew.

After another semi interesting flirtation i wrote a new song, ‘don't come back’ which adopts the opposite stance of ‘on my mind’.

76 most romantic thing ever

Bill Evans

Vic Godard - what’s the matter boy

blossom dearie

87 non-haircuts

urban hipsters who, quite sensibly, were drawn to Manchester or Liverpool or Sheffield

it was a lovely review that summed up what i wanted the Marine Girls to be:

On my mind is a lovesick lament that lies between the Shangri Las and Nico’s - Velvet Underground.

89 cracks

89-90 debate about commercial success

90 dave haslam

92 reflection

93 everything but the girl // marine girls making waves (!!!) on the NME Indie charts.

The Third Man

Lesley Woods

102 girl from ipanema

104 wellend ( a match that started my fire)

105 simon reynolds

108 lazy ways

109 orange juice’s management re sound check

111 marine girls break up at Glasgow gig / reflections on edited versions of the past

meeting up with gina and jane 2005

112

113 Courtney and Kurt appreciation

Hole cover Marine Girls - In Love

114 Calvin Johnson played Marine Girls to Kurt and Courtney

118 London journos writing about their Hull bedsit, wanting to be honorary Northerners

121 Tracy still disliked being overheard singing

121 feminist theory providing framework for her pre-existing perceptions

121 questions being in band with boyfriend

124 Sade using same recording studio, Power Plant, intimidatingly gorgeous and fashionable and not indie

131 press state didnee perform on TOTP due to uni exams but didn't get asked and wouldn't have due to politics, too commercial, sexist

132 pathologically opposed to the most trivial of things (speaks to me)

133 debates around selling out

135 1984 post-punk over

137 Smiths unlike no other band

139 The Smiths at this point were funny, and moving, and sexy, and that was a new and unfamiliar combination.

i wanted to BE him

148 Tracy loses her voice on stage. She recalls a gig where it happened to Liz Fraser of the Cocteau twins playing the Hacienda. Oh my, can you imagine seeing Cocteau Twins at Hacienda?

150 you can see why celebrities become arseholes

150 Ben hanging out with Johnny Marr

151 Liz Fraser being told to wear more makeup onstage

158 John Harris - the Last Party

159 disparity between lived experience and documented narratives in news

160 Kinnock Red Wedge

168 Invited to Moscow 12th Festival of Youth and Students

178 simon reynolds record collection rock

179 Tracy ’I was also becoming entranced by the history of Hollywood, a place where women both dominated and in many ways, been crushed’.

Best friends with Lindy Morrison, of the Go Betweens

205 Finally make it onto Top of the Pops

‘The studio seemed smaller than it looked on the telly, it was poorly lit and entirely lacking in any pop glamour whatsoever. It was like going back to your old primary school and seeing how dowdy and small it all was, when in your memory it loomed large as something huge, influential and vivid.

207 EBTG steered towards becoming housewife favourites.

211. Summers of Love. Acid house.

218 hired a car and Ben drove through laurel canyon

218 in LA, in the hotel swimming pool in my bikini, I was Joni Mitchell in the photo on the back of the Hissing of Summer Lawns.

242 domesticity and contentment, lyrically barren

Stella street, folk Magic bag Detroit

306 duet Jeff Buckley at Glasto

307 PJ Harvey pink catsuit315 Bjork and PJ sing I can’t get no satisfaction at Brit Awards

316 Tracy has long heart to heart with Liam Gallagher about him wanting to be a father Thom Yorke tells Tracy he was thrown out of EBTG gig in 1985 for dancing

326 in 1998, while giving birth to twins, Tracy forgets CD and nurse puts on “Where do you go to my lovely” by Peter Sarstedt

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Song that will live for ever more because of Boney M On the 40th anniversary of the disco stars' record that became a festive classic, lead singer Liz Mitchell recalls struggles that led to the magical success of Mary's Boy Child

By late November 1978 Boney M had established themselves as one of the giants of disco. With their gold lamé suits and leopardskin posing pouches the quartet had scored Top 10 hits with songs such as Daddy Cool, Brown Girl In The Ring and Rasputin - but the best was yet to come. The track they released for that year's Christmas became the UK's fastest-selling single and to this day is the 11th bestselling song of all time with sales of 3 million. It was, of course, Mary's Boy Child.

As the yuletide classic celebrates its 40th anniversary the group's original lead singer reveals how it took punishing vocal sessions in the studio to propel it to global success.

Liz Mitchell, 66, admits she still struggles to believe just how successful the track has become. "Some people play the lottery all their life and never win a penny," she says.

"Others play once and hit the jackpot and that's how it felt with Mary's Boy Child.

"I was in the right place at the right time. It was only decided to record it at the last minute and although singing a track in the studio more than 50 times in one session - including lead, backing vocals, harmonies and all the oohs and aahs - was very hard work, we created something very special which has endured over the past four decades.

"Every year people of all ages come up and tell how much the song reminds them of precious family time together at Christmas. It's truly magical."

Mary's Boy Child was originally recorded by the "King of Calypso" Harry Belafonte in 1956 and first became the UK's festive No 1 in 1957.

The Boney M version - full title Mary's Boy Child/Oh My Lord, after producer Frank Farian added a new section - was recorded seven weeks before Christmas 1978, being rushed out to shops 40 years ago this week before going to top the charts for four weeks, making it the 1978 Christmas No 1 and staying in the top spot for the first weeks of 1979.

Two music videos were produced to promote the single, both featuring the band in white furry coats.

While they looked cosy and warm Liz discovered just how unsuitable they were for winter weather when they received an invitation soon after to perform in Russia.

"Our record company's pressing plant in West Germany couldn't keep up with demand for our records so they asked for help from a pressing plant in East Berlin and then another in Poland - both behind the Iron Curtain.

"Word spread about us in what was then the Soviet Union and we received an invite from President Brezhnev to perform there, which no other Western act had previously done.

"We played ten packed-out shows at the Kremlin in just seven days and only discovered later that everyone in the crowd for the first three nights was a politician.

They had all come from the nine Soviet time zones just to see us.

"We then had to perform in Red Square in front of St Basil's Cathedral in our white, furry Mary's Boy Child video outfits, which looked cosy but were actually paper thin, meaning we had no protection from the minus 30C temperatures.

So the locals washed our hands in vodka, telling us it would keep out the cold, while advising that drinking it would keep us warm on the inside.

"We were introduced to President Brezhnev but to me he was just one of the endless list of dignitaries we had to shake hands with and my great memory of that time is that we had expensive caviar laid out for every meal.

"Moscow then was a very dark place compared with today where the neon lights make it probably the brightest city in the world."

It was a remarkable experience for a young woman who grew up in Harlesden, London, after arriving from Jamaica with her family in 1964.

She vividly remembers her first impression of England: "Everything was grey, foggy and wet."

Three years later she auditioned for a part in the counter-culture musical Hair.

At that first audition Liz - then aged 15 - was considered too young but the casting agent kept her in mind and three years later gave her a part in the German production.

Liz duly moved to Germany to replace her friend and fellow future pop star Donna Summer in the cast.

She went on to join local group the Les Humphries Singers but at the age of 22 decided to play it safe and return to London to attend secretarial college.

"I was worried my chance of show business success had come and gone and that it was time to go back to London and find a proper job," she explains. "But back home I received a call asking me to return to Germany to perform and after a show in Berlin one night I met Frank Farian, who was putting together a new studio group.

Their early recordings were so successful that Boney M went on to challenge Abba for the title of biggest pop group on the planet in the late 1970s.

Apart from Mary's Boy Child, the group had massive international hits such as Daddy Cool, Ma Baker, Sunny, Rasputin, Rivers Of Babylon and Brown Girl In The Ring.

The sound on the records was entirely the work of Liz, second singer Marcia Barrett and producer Frank, and it was a winning formula which helped Boney M sell more than 150 million records worldwide before splitting in 1986.

Although Boney M was a four-piece act, Liz was the only member of the group who can be heard on all the hits.

"Frank is a wonderful producer and he was very special to me," she says.

"He was the one who found the magic and recognised what my voice could do. And I'll always be grateful. Marcia is also a wonderful person and we were the ones in the studio singing multiple lead and backing vocals for hours on end.

"There has not been enough clarity over the years in terms of who did what in Boney M but fortunately Frank Farian has since stated that all members of the group could have been replaced except for me. And I like to think that when it comes to the music Liz Mitchell is the sound of Boney M."

Liz married her manager Thomas in 1979 and the couple, who live in Berkshire, have three children: two sons Aaron and Twan and daughter Adero.

And she still tours as The Legends Of Disco - Liz Mitchell and this Christmas will be performing in South Africa and Canada.

She says: "The fans have always stayed incredibly loyal, encouraging me to continue. I am so grateful to them."

Liz adds: "Wherever we play around the world we are always sold-out with fans of all ages many of whom were not even born when we having hits in the 1970s. And in 2018 it's wonderful to be celebrating the music of 40 years ago.

"I've been truly blessed to have had the voice that God gave me, which has given me such a wonderful life."

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fallen-imagine-angel · 5 years

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Homecoming (Peter Parker x Reader) - Part 6 of 12 Days of Christmas

Notes: here you go, part 6 of Peter’s version of 12 Days of Christmas! Part 7 of both parts of the series will be up shortly :) and, tag lists are always open so feel free to ask to be added to one anytime!

Summary: Peter asks Liz to homecoming, but how are you affected by this?

Homecoming

Peter Parker x Reader

12 Days of Christmas Series

Word Count: 1,178

Warnings: angst

You watch from afar with Ned as he walks out of the bathroom, nervously repeating what he’s going to say to her. He’s going to make it look like it’s an accident that he’s running into her, but it’s not.

It never is

Then she’s there, walking toward him.

“Hey!” Peter stops dead in his tracks, nervously playing with his fingers.

“Hey.” Liz smiles, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. You hate her. You hate how pretty she is. You hate how she’s taking Peter from you. You hate how she’s flawless.

“I, uh, thought you had calculus this period?” Peter asks, nervously swinging his hall pass in his hands.

“Yeah, I was just doing some homecoming stuff.” Liz shrugs and walks further toward the gym until she’s practically standing right next to him. He walks to stand even closer to her and she lets him.

How you wish he’d get that close to you.

“Hey look, I, uh... I-I just wanted to apologize about the whole decathlon thing, I really--” Peter gets cut off, looking up at her as she faces the trophy case embedded in the wall.

“It’s fine. Last week, decathlon was the most important thing, but...then I almost died.” She insists, not looking at him. She almost died? Now you feel guilty for hating her. But, then again, it’s not like you haven’t almost died before.

“No- I just, I, um,” Peter chuckles exasperatedly, “I just mean that...it was not cool, especially because….because…” Peter trails off, looking down at his hands as he tries to get the words out.

“Pete!” Ned whispers in frustration next to you, prompting you to hit him in the back of the head.

“Shut up.” You whisper.

“Because...I like you.” Peter finishes, wincing before she even replies.

“I know.” Liz doesn’t even seem bothered. Peter’s eyes go wide as he looks over at her, not knowing what to say. He stands there gaping for a second.

“You do?” He asks and Liz turns to look at him finally.

“You’re terrible at keeping secrets.” Liz shakes her head, a small smiling playing at her lips.

Oh, if only she knew, you think.

“So she thinks,” Ned whispers beside you. You nudge him to shut him up again.

“Ah- you’d be surprised.” Peter chuckles, a smile now planting itself on his face, too.

“Idiot.” You whisper.

“I gotta- I gotta get to class, but, um, I-I’d say we should hang out, but I’m gonna be...in detention for--” He starts to ramble and Liz cuts him off again.

“Uh-huh.” She nods, almost as if she wants to see him say what he’s about to say.

“Forever.” Peter finishes his earlier sentence, not catching onto what Liz really wants. What he really wants, too.

“Just say something!” Ned groans a bit too loud, burying his face in his hands. You’re actually watching this on Peter’s Spider-Cam, so they can’t really hear anything you’re saying. You just shush Ned a lot so you can hear them.

“But, um, I guess you’ve already got a date to homecoming?” Peter frowns, messing with his hall pass.

“Actually, I was so busy planning it I never really got around to that part, so…” Liz is practically telling him to ask her.

“Uh, you wanna,” Peter seems almost out of breath as he asks, “go with me?”

His eyes are wide with hope and his smile is so cute you can’t bear it. You wish he would make that face when he looks at you.

“Yeah, sure.” Liz nods, a bigger smile replacing the other, smaller one.

“Really? I mean, uh, great. Cool.” Peter’s eyes go even wider than before as he breaks out into a beam bigger than any other smile you’d seen on his face before.

He really likes her.

“Cool,” Liz repeats.

“I’m actually...going that way.” Peter points past her and starts to walk past. She walks her way and Peter walks right into the room where you and Ned are waiting for him.

“She said yes!” Ned yells as soon as Peter walks in.

“She said yes!” Peter repeats, even more enthusiastically than Ned.

“Woo.” You roll your eyes, less than pumped for this event.

“What’s wrong, (Y/n)?” Peter asks, concerned that you’re not as excited for him.

“Oh, don’t mind her. She’s just sour because she hasn’t had any guy ask her to this dance.” Ned teases, bumping you with his hip. You throw him an ugly face and the two boys laugh.

“I, uh, I think I should go home. I’m not feeling too well.” You lie, clutching your stomach in an attempt to look real.

“Aw, okay. We’ll see you tomorrow, right?” Peter asks, biting his lip in concern for you.

“Yeah, of course.” You give him a small smile and nod. He looks relieved and the two of them wave you off as you step out of the room to go home.

Once you arrive home, Tony is there waiting for you.

“Dad.” You narrow your eyes at him.

“Why do I even pay for you to go to school? You hardly stay there for less than a day sometimes.” Your dad scoffs, setting a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m not in the mood, dad.” You growl, shrugging his hand off your shoulder. He places it back on your shoulder, though.

“What is it this time, boys?” He teases, setting you off even further. You grab his wrist and make your hand hot enough to hurt but not burn him. He lets go very quickly after that and clutches his wrist.

“Ah! Hey, get back here right now, young lady!” He calls out to you after you’ve started walking to your room. You ignore him and slam your door shut, tears pricking at your eyes as you slide down your door.

How could you be so stupid?

Of course, Peter asks his crush out to homecoming, you’re nothing but the best friend alongside Ned.

You let out a frustrated scream as you feel your hands start to overheat to where you can’t control them. You start to crawl defeatedly to your ice chamber to cool yourself down but you don’t even make it halfway there before you feel fire start to lick at your hands. You look down to see small flames building up in your hands and before you know it, your body has combusted.

You scream as you sink to your knees, overcome by the fire that has consumed you.

“(Y/n)!” Steve runs in but has to step back because of your fire.

“Hang on, kid!” Your dad runs in with his Iron Man Suit and picks you up, quickly locking you in your ice chamber and turning it on.

You cool down after a few minutes, your fire diminishing until you’re at regular body temperature.

“(Y/n), are you okay?” Tony takes you out of your ice chamber. You’re dizzy and tired, but you faintly see the team standing over you.

“I’m...fine…” You trail off as everything slowly fades away.

Then again, maybe you’re not so fine.

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dandizettes · 6 years

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lets go lesbians im watching the lizzie boot

- bridget is not even bothering with the accent and i think that is VALID

- the band appears to be having. a bit of trouble. following the singers

- i really like the gal playing liz so far! her voice is pretty

- ok. well i dont really think she uh. y’know BROUGHT IT for this is not love? like. the intensity just uhhhh wasn’t there. hm. her voice is lovely but just feel like she didn't hit that peak u know

- I LOVE THE ARRANGEMENT OF GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE WOW - ok liz is lookin better here! certainly more intensity

- GUYS they really FIXED gotta get out of here oh my god it sounds so much better w/o the heavy metal distortion

- but then. on the other hand. without the heavy metal distortion u really gotta RAMP IT UP vocally 2 get that same feeling and uhhhhhh i dont really feel like its there, tbh

- im not sure if its the singers or the band but SOMEONE is messing up the timing a little

- blocking is a little weird? liz keeps pacing for like no reason

- ALICE PLANT YOUR FEET PLANT YOUR FEET YOURE SHIFTING YOUR WEIGHT ALICE ITS VERY DISTRACTING

- awww no one is doing the “hhhhhh-ahhhhh” back up vocals in this version

- aw alice keeps trying to comfort her and she keeps pushing her away :(

- liz is doin a good job being super panicky though!! alice just wants to help. oh man she's trying so hard

- i think it was a little down tempo or the drums weren't loud enough or the actors weren’t keeping the intensity but something was a lil. off about the whole number

- i like alice’s costume and hate everyone else’s lmao

- i think alice’s mic is off? or no one is miked? idk but she's real quiet

- piano player is making some weird choices

- alice hon COMMIT to the head voice

- oh god here we go its soul of the white bird

- lizzies doing a good job so far

- weirddddd blocking decisions. real weird blocking decisions

- liz is weirdly far downstage? while she does the “never let the boys come” part and its. detracting from the whole experience. like she's not the focal point which makes no sense because this is an important part

- oh actually i think liz did a good job with That Part of the song. u know, with That Part being what it is

- emma is still center and lizzie is up left and its still real weird

- the band is really not bringin it

- liz has good intensity here but. theres no BUILD to the intensity so it feels jarring

- OH SHIT SHE WAS GONNA JUMP. THATS THE “lizzie don’t!” in the recording. she was going to jump off the roof

-emma babe fuckin YELL fuckin SCREAM get MAD

- literally what the fuck is the bassist doing

- emmas getting there. a little more mad now

- never mind its gone now that she's singing

- i think they're choir ppl. not theatre ppl. thats the problem

- band is doing weird tempo things again. i think it should be swung or something? idk much about music but i know this sounds off despite not REALLY being off, tempo-wise, u know

- OOOOOOH THEYRE DOING THE DRY ICE THING

- is. is bridget wearing nikes with her dress

- this whole thing seems. under-rehearsed

- not enough PAUSES everything is too FAST

- alice is doing GOOD with will you stay

- YES BABE HIT THOSE RUNS

- the piano player is BAD

- liz initiates the kiss the second time!! i think thats important

- mmmmm why are all these heads off. not nearly enough chaotic energy

- oooooh man some VOICE CRACKS. but they powered through it!! good for them

- piano man WHY

- mercury rising was underwhelming bc of bad blocking and piano man playing WAY too fast, but they HIT those harmonies

- OH SHIT THOSE ARE WEIRD CELLO NOISES AT THE BEGINNING OF SOMEBODY WILL DO SOMETHING!!!! I DIDNT KNOW THAT

- cellist killing it with those weird screeching rat sounds HELL yeah

- OH FUCK YEAH BRIDGET STEPPED IT THE HELL UP

- SOME!BODY! WILL D I E E E E !!!!!!!

- oh my god it is SO UNDER TEMPO

- ok. we need the distortion for this one folks. it sounds like Lizzie Does Indie Folk without it

- well at least the drums are finally kicking in

- BRIDGET FUCK IT UP HELL YEAH

- oh these poor girls the band is playing SO SLOW

#im splitting this into acts bc i have. many things to say #lizzie

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( DRUNK / SOBER. ) — ★ N. LONGBOTTOM

author's note ✶ based off this request — ❝ could you write a first kiss / confession scenario w neville? thank you <33 ❞ but i kinda left out the kiss part . . . whoopsie !!! also (red) dividers by @ rookthornesartistry

synopsis ₊˚ෆ drunk words r sober thoughts . . . or : you get drunk as all fuck and accidentally confess to neville. depictions of ( underage ) drinking. wc — 926

YOU DIDN'T KNOW when the gryffindor common room started spinning. maybe it was one, two, three firewhiskies in.. or four... or five... but its not important. what's important right now is getting another drink.

it feels like fire's running through your veins and you want more. you start heading towards the corner of a room, where the weasley twins had set up a cooler and had bottles upon bottles of vodka, beer, and your current favorite — firewhiskey.

right as your hand reaches towards the cooler for a lukewarm drink, a freckled hand slaps it away. you turn, almost tripping over yourself, to see ginny, standing arms crossed.

"how many have you had?" she asks, staring at you.

"not mannnyyyy," you slur, putting your arm around her shoulder. "probably maybe like two? or like five, i can't remember," you giggle.

she rolls her eyes and starts walking you towards the stairs, muttering.

"where're we going?" you ask, stumbling over your shoes as she hauls you upstairs.

"boys dorm." you turn to face her and raise your eyebrows.

"ooooooohhhhh~" you giggle, putting a hand on the wall to steady yourself before taking another step up.

"not ooh. you're staying with neville before you drink yourself silly."

you pout and nearly trip over the top stair.

"i dont wannaa," you whine, trying to go back downstairs. her grip on your arm is firm, and she shakes her head.

"oh, but you have to." as the two of you make it to the landing, she leads you to a stop a few doors down. she raps her knuckles against the door. "open up. 've got a delivery for you," she laughs, looking at you. you're looking around the hallway, wondering why you've never been up there before. the plus red carpet, the gold accents everywhere, the photos hung on the walls of gryffindors past.

neville opens the door. "oh! hi ginny. hi y/n," he says, a small smile on his face. he looks at you swiveling your head around, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. ginny rolls her eyes and nudges you.

you jump and turn to smile at neville. "heyyy nevvv," you grin. he cocks his eyebrow at ginny.

"they're drunk," she explains, jokingly glaring at you. "they had like, six firewhiskies." neville's eyebrows fly up into his hairline and you playfully smack ginny's arm.

"not siixxx. only five.. i think," you correct, swaying on your feet. ginny rolls her eyes and pushes you into the dorm room.

"don't let them do anything stupid," she tells neville before pulling the door shut and leaving you alone with neville.

the second the door shuts, you turn, run full speed and flop onto neville's bed.

"has your bed allllways been this cozy," you mumble into the comforter.

neville laughs quietly. "i guess so." he sits down next to you, on the edge of the bed, watching as you spread out like a starfish on his bed. "five firewhiskies, really?" he asks.

you roll over and giggle up at the ceiling. "yeahhhh..." you hiccup. "wanna know a secret?" you turn to him, eyes wide.

he shrugs. "sure, y/n." he thought for a second before adding, "as — as long as you won't regret it when you're sober."

you smack his leg. "i wooonn'ttttt," you slur out. "it'll be like, totally fine. i won't regret it. probably. maybe. no."

he chuckles and awkwardly moves your hand off his thigh. "what is it?"

"did you know....." you hiccup again. "i've had like... a maaajjjjoooorrrr crush on you since fourth year?" you have a wide grin on your face.

neville looks taken aback, a small blush spreading across his face. "w-what?" he asks.

"yeahhh," you giggle. "like, i looove your hair, and you're soooo nice to like, everyone!!! and you're funny, and even though people think you're kind of a loser—" you lower your voice to a giggly, drunken whisper. "—you're a reaaaallllllyyyy cute loser." you burst into giggles, kicking your feet in the air. "like, reallllllyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy cute."

he blinks at you. "i—wha— you— me—" he sighs and takes a deep breath, a blush on his face. "you're drunk..." he takes another deep breath and softly pats your shoulder. "you're drunk," he repeats firmly. it sounds as if he's trying to convince himself.

you shake your head, still giggling. "yeah but like... whats that thing... the thingy that people alllllllways say??" you sit up like a rocket. "drunk words are like, sober thoughts." you nod solemly at him. "yeah... yeah. yeah." you grin at him and yawn.

he stares at you, looking slightly sad but still with the blush on his face. "you should get some sleep." he gets up from the bed and goes through a door on the other side of the room. he comes back holding a small paper cup filled with water. "drink it. it'll— uh, it'll make you feel better."

you take it and try to chug it down like a shot, causing the water to spill all over your front. you frown. he chuckles softly and takes the cup from you. he goes back to the bathroom and refills it before casting a drying spell on you.

he helps you take off your shoes and carefully wraps his duvet around you. "goodnight," he whispers, dimming the lights in the dorm.

you're out like a light the second your head hits the pillow. he gently rubs your side, watching your chest rise and fall.

drunk words are sober thoughts, he reminded himself, smiling at your sleeping form. he hopes its true.

#plant boy (liz's version)#liz's writing ♡#hp x reader #hp fluff #hp imagine #neville longbottom #neville longbottom x reader #neville x reader #neville x y/n #neville longbottom x you

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unpretty · 7 years

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i lack self-control and there’s other shit i should be doing so it’s time for the first installment of

Let’s Read: Kraven the Hunter

Kraven the Hunter's first appearance is The Amazing Spider-Man #15 from August 1964, written by Stan The Man himself, which is how you know it's gonna be batshit. Every comic writer has strengths and weaknesses, and in many cases you kind of have to overlook those weaknesses to really enjoy the strengths.

Stan's strength is also his weakness, which is that none of his plots ever make any goddamn sense and all his characters come off as weird assholes, and whenever you finish a comic you are left with a vague sense that literally everything that happened in that issue could have been avoided if they'd just stopped being weird assholes for five seconds.

Some writers attempt to remedy this later. Those writers are wrong.

Stan Lee still writes the newspaper comic strip version of Spider-Man, as far as I know, and for years I thought those strips were just nutso because Stan Lee was old and out of fucks to give. Then I read some old-ass comics and realized that Stan Lee is just Like That, and always has been.

He also writes credits like these.

If there is a space where a man can reasonably fit more words, Stan Lee will find more words to put there.

Early Spider-Man comics feature a lot of weird old-timey bank-robbing gangsters? Like, straight-up Dillinger Gang motherfuckers. So anyway the issue starts with some old-timey gangsters, bla bla bla, the Chameleon bla, curse you Spider-Man, etc. We don't care about that part. What we care about is that the Chameleon (who is also, to be clear, kind of an old-timey gangster) decides he's gonna call in Kraven the Hunter to solve his Spider-Man problem.

Here are the first things we learn about Kraven, in order:

He's been in Africa, where he defeats terrorbeasts single-handed and with his bare hands.

He's a fucking hunk.

"You know what the ladies love? Rectangles. I’m gonna build a man entirely out of rectangles. For the ladies." - Ditko, presumably.

I know that what the creators were thinking was, 'let's give him an outfit like a circus strongman or something, to emphasize that he's tough', but what this implies is that Kraven the Hunter thinks this outfit is a good idea. He deliberately chose to dress like he got his wardrobe at the circus. Maybe he did! We don't know. Anyway never trust anyone who tries to take away Kraven's ballet flats and leggings because they are just as Iconic™ as his lion vest and I will not hear otherwise.

Okay but anyway the second thing that happens, after we learn all about what a fine cut of beefcake Kraven is, is that all of the animals Kraven has brought with him to New York have escaped.

This is not the only time this happens, presumably because Kraven has no interest in catching animals that aren't wily enough to try to escape en masse.

Since Peter Parker is on location to snap some sweet pics of Kraven's pecs, he makes an attempt to save the day, only to get beaten to the punch by Kraven before he can get his fucking pants on.

Just casually flinging some fucking cobras into a bucket, nbd. Hey, you know that weird fucking belt Kraven always wears?

Belt tusks. He wears fucking tusks full of drugs on his belt, in a constant outward stabbing position. Anyone who tries to remove Kraven's belt without Kraven's consent is getting knocked the fuck out. I mean he also has some Vulcan nerve punch shit going on, but more importantly, belt tusks.

Peter... please. You are a child. You are in high school. Control yourself.

I'd like to note that this was in no way part of any kind of 'fucking with Spider-Man' plan. There is no indication that Kraven even thought Spider-Man would be watching. This is just How He Do. However, Spider-Man was watching, and then had to leave to change into different pants again, meaning he failed to do either his hero job or his day job.

Peter. You should have had your camera out to take pictures of Spider-Man anyway.

Peter.

Did it seriously not occur to you to snap a single fucking picture while you were watching Kraven do sweet ape tricks.

Anyway here is where things really start to go sideways.

Now, personally, if I saw a dude save a bunch of people from rampaging gorillas, then refer to me as 'more beast than human' and 'the most dangerous game', I might consider taking him aside and letting him know that I am actually an orphaned teenager whose only family is an old woman with heart problems and also I get picked on in school. I mean, not to give too much credit to a guy who says 'man is the most dangerous game' without irony, but I'm pretty sure his stated goal of Kicking Ass is not furthered by beating up nerdy children. You don't even have to tell him your secret identity! Just show him your chin and explain how long you've been trying to grow a beard! This whole fight could be avoided and Kraven would go back to the Chameleon to laugh at him about how he got his ass kicked by a baby.

But this is Peter Parker, so instead of that he just regrets getting out of bed and considers building a nest in his bedroom and never leaving.

Incidentally, the b-plot of this comic is that everyone thinks Flash’s girlfriend Liz wants to bang Peter. His crush Betty is mad, Flash is mad, Peter does a lot of moping about how life is uniquely difficult for him and only him. His boss is mad at him, just because he didn't do his one and only job! A hot girl he likes is jealous of the other hot girl who likes him! It's hard and no one understands. I don't know if Stan Lee intended for this to be aspirational, or relatable content, but I'm kind of into it.

Either way, 'teenage boy would rather mope and then fight a grown man to the death than admit he's not worth fighting' is a pretty realistic beginning to a blood feud.

IT'S THE FIRST APPEARANCE OF A BULL ELEPHANT and also Kraven mentioning his total willingness to just drink weird shit in the jungle if he thinks it will help him punch better. Based on existing Marvel canon, I think it's totally possible that he drank something made from some kind of weird super soldier plant that exists in their universe. But also, if he had not specified Africa, I would probably assume it was coca. He seems like a guy who'd do a lot of coke and punch an elephant.

Also I'm pretty sure the Chameleon just gave him a bunch of articles from the Daily Bugle as research. SPIDER-MAN TERRORIZES CITY, SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE US FROM THIS MENACE, read headlines. "Yeah okay," says Kraven. FAMOUS HUNTER GOES NUTS AND TRIES TO KILL SPIDER-MAN FOR SOME REASON read headlines later this week. "What the fuck," Kraven will say.

Oh my god the best fucking part of this fight is that Kraven does one of his nerve punches and disables Spider-Man's arm, causing him to have to flail his limp arm around like a dipshit.

GOD I know this isn't what's happening here but I just really want Kraven to be trying to have a serious fucking fight with what he assumes is a grown man with the unholy powers of a spider, only to have a teenager furiously windmill his limp arms at him. Where is the Spider-Man comic we deserve about this.

Now, plenty of comic book villains are hypocrites, but rarely do you meet one as good at self-justification as Kraven. Bare hands! Mano-a-mano! Except, Spider-Man has spider powers, and that's cheating. Not like Kraven, with his drug powers. He got those fairly. But Spider-Man is cheating by having super strength, and the only way to level the playing field... is more drugs.

I love how consistently they use the word 'potion'.

"Look, this is totally fair. I, too, am on drugs." - Kraven, probably.

Incidentally, Kraven has from day one had this problem of being really weirdly sexually menacing. Bisexually menacing, even. Like, later comics writers absolutely used Kraven as a vehicle for their weird fetishes, but this has been a problem with Kraven from the start.

Kraven please listen to yourself.

GUYS THIS IS ALSO THE FIRST APPEARANCE OF KRAVEN'S NOT-BONG

YEAH THAT'S DEFINITELY A CARAFE, FOR THE TEA HE'S DRINKING. ABSOLUTELY IN NO WAY GIVING OFF MAJOR HIGH-VIBES. SITTING ON A DESK. Why is he sitting on a desk? Why is his leg like that? Why is he holding his cup like that? Is that bong on another, different table? Who arranged the furniture in this evil lair and why didn’t they put in more chairs?

Meanwhile Aunt May is trying to hook Peter up with her neighbor Mrs. Watson's niece. THIS IS THE FIRST MENTION OF THE ELUSIVE MISS WATSON. Right after Kraven's not-bong. Mary Jane is not named in this comic, she’s just the niece. Peter's lady problems with pretty girls being thrown at him continue apace, and he is as annoyed about it as ever. You know what else is annoying?

KRAVEN IN JJ'S OFFICE PROMISING TO KICK SPIDEY'S ASS

From Kraven's perspective this has to be just, the weirdest shit. OUR CITY IS BEING MENACED BY A MONSTER MAN, read headlines, while JJ's like "okay but don't break the law while freeing us from this reign of terror".

Kraven's clever plan is to let Chameleon pretend to be him, so that he can suckerpunch Spider-Man while Spider-Man tries to suckerpunch him. It's flawless.

"God, I'm awesome." - Kraven, literally just now in that panel.

Thanks, Stan. Every single word in these panels is very necessary. Thank you.

EVERY TIME I SEE THIS FUCKING PANEL I LAUGH MYSELF TO TEARS. KRAVEN LITERALLY MADE CHAMELEON PLAY THE FUCKING BONGOS TO DISORIENT THE ENEMY. THE ENEMY IS SPIDER-MAN SO IT FUCKING WORKED. PETER HAS NEVER BEEN SO DISORIENTED AS HE IS NOW, HEARING THESE SICK BEATS. WHY IS HE RUNNING LIKE A CONFUSED DOG THAT GOT OUT OF THE YARD. EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS FUCKING PANEL IS GOLD AND I WANT IT FRAMED.

I have turned off my caps-lock for readability but please know that there is a caps-lock on in my heart. My heart, which also knows that this is fetish gear. Kraven just put Spider-Man in magnetic manacles with bells in them.

I'm like 99% sure that at some point Kraven figures out that Spider-Man is Peter Parker, and when he does, I wonder if he ever does the math and figures out he put a high schooler in weird bell manacles.

GOD.

Anyway Spider-Man eventually figures out that HE CAN WEB UP THE BELLS. IT TAKES HIM LIKE THREE PAGES. HE'S JUST JINGLE JANGLING ALL OVER THE FUCKING PARK FOR, IDK, TWENTY MINUTES PROBABLY BEFORE HE REMEMBERS HE'S GOT WEBS. FUCK. That's when Kraven retreats because discretion is the better part of valor and you gotta know when to fold 'em.

What the fuck are spider beams.

God. What the fuck, Peter. Kraven's springs forth from the shadows with an action-packed punch and Spidey's just like HEY. CUT THAT OUT. EXCUSE YOU.

Why are you reinforcing the idea that you are an inhuman monster you fool.

He could have said... literally anything else. Anything. I mean, he's Spider-Man, so insulting his villains is kind of his whole deal, but like?? YOU ALREADY WON. YOU WATCHED THIS MAN SAVE A WHOLE BUNCH OF PEOPLE, INCLUDING YOUR BOSS AND LOVE INTERESTS. HIS ONLY CRIME IS TRYING TO KICK YOUR ASS, A CRIME OF WHICH THE ENTIRE POLICE DEPARTMENT AND FOOTBALL TEAM ARE ALSO GUILTY.

... also conspiring with the Chameleon. But like? Chameleon is implied to be a terrifying crime boss. You didn't even ask why he was conspiring with the Chameleon. You just assumed.

There's kind of this thing, which starts basically in this panel but which continues onward forever, where Kraven and Spider-Man seem to bring out the worst in each other? And part of it is that Kraven thinks Spider-Man is the Most Dangerous Game for some reason (possibly arachnophobia), but I'm pretty sure it's also that instead of just besting him in honorable combat like men, Peter insists on completely humiliating and mocking Kraven every single goddamn time. Starting with this one. Kraven kind of has a huge ego?? Being tough is his whole deal??? Peter said the exact wrong thing if he didn't want Kraven to come back for vengeance??????

But also Peter Parker is a teenage boy and Kraven is a grown-ass man who wants to hunt him for sport, and that's pretty goddamn terrifying. Covering fear with mockery is pretty par for the course. It just happens to be the worst possible thing to do to a man with a massive ego built around kicking ass who assumes you are a grown man who isn't human. Is all. It's a comedy of fucking errors, is what it is.

Anyway JJ rewards Peter for his pictures of the eventual arrest with a chocolate bar (WHICH HE KEEPS IN A FUCKING SAFE), and Betty apologizes for being so mean about assuming that Peter would want to go out with another girl, and proceeds to ask him out. Which he turns down, because he has a secret date with Mary Jane. But Betty foolishly assumes he has a secret date with Liz! Which is totally different from his actual secret date, which he is only going on to please his Aunt May. Life is hard.

Meanwhile KRAVEN IS BEING DEPORTED

to... South America? Apparently they just asked where they wanted to go, and then sent them there. Instead of actually sending them back to Russia. Which is a neat thing I guess the cops do sometimes instead of arresting people.

Hey, here's a question: WHY IS PETER RELAXING BY GOING TO THE FUCKING DOCKS IN COSTUME

So anyway, that's Kraven's first appearance. He shows up in New York to deliver some animals, saves everyone at the docks from gorillas armed with cobras, tries to rid the city of the webbed menace, and ultimately gets deported. It's a weird week for Kraven.

(Next Time, or, The Mess So Far)

#original #kraven readalong #kraven the hunter

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Arplis - News: The 50 Best Alt-Rock Love Song

s Not all love songs are romantic. Not all love songs are even happy. It all depends on your definition of the term. For every “My Girl” or “Your Song,” there’s at least one track with a nuanced take on the darker, more complicated sides of love — the drama of a long-term relationship, the fear of losing a partner, the void left in love’s wake. Many of those songs fall under the admittedly broad umbrella of “alt-rock.” So to mark Valentine’s Day, we decided to gather 50 of our favorite “love songs” in the genre — both conventional and otherwise. Throughout this list, you’ll find lines about blooming romance and marital bliss. You’ll also find nods to drug addiction and car crashes. There’s something for everyone. – Ryan Reed 50. that dog. – “I’m Gonna See You” You take the good, you take the bad. You settle in for the longest haul, one that’s meant to end whenever one partner or the other passes away. Sunny, glossy and droll, “I’m Gonna See You” fairly tingles the spine; there’s an underlying optimism about marriage and domestic life here that’s leavened by level-headedness and firm realism. that dog. set the controls firmly to mid-tempo, as placid frontwoman Anna Waronker serenades an unknown subject who might as well murmur every verse and chorus right back at her: “I’m gonna see you in the morning / I’m gonna see you when you’re uptight / I’m gonna see you when you’re boring / I’m gonna see you every night.” – Raymond Cummings 49. PJ Harvey (featuring Thom Yorke) – “This Mess We’re In” PJ Harvey didn’t need Radiohead’s enigmatic frontman to sell this bleakly beautiful 2000 duet. But it’s chilling — and slightly dislocating — to hear these worlds collide, resulting in a hall-of-fame-caliber swirl of romantic misery. “I’d long been interested in the idea of somebody else singing a whole song on a record of mine, to have a very different dimension brought in by somebody else’s voice,” Harvey told the Los Angeles Times. “It adds so much dynamic within the record to have this other character coming in.” And while it’s still hilarious to hear Yorke, master of the abstract, sing lines this nakedly sensual (“I dream of making love to you now, baby”), he inhabits that character with ease, his falsetto offering a ghostly counterpoint to Harvey’s measured spoken word. – Ryan Reed 48. Yellowcard – “Ocean Avenue” There’s love, sure, but “Ocean Avenue” is also an anthem of youth, recklessness and pop-punk. Something about the chugging riffs, infectious chorus and cliche lyrics made it an instant classic destined to soundtrack every Emo Nite. The highlight is, of course, the sentiment that’s as predictable as everything else: “If I could find you now things would get better / We could leave this town and run forever.” Just like Boys Like Girls’ later pop-punk gem “The Great Escape,” “Ocean Avenue” is built on one of rock’s most reliably romantic images: running away with a vague lover from a dreary hometown into life’s endless possibilities. – Danielle Chelosky Credit: Capitol 47. Future Islands – “Walking Through That Door” This is Future Islands in the key of “I Want to Break Free.” Of all the underdog anthems the synth-pop trio churn out, this gem — from 2010’s overlooked In Evening Air — is their most pure. The beauty lies in Gerrit Welmers’ quivering keys, which sound like they landed on Earth from a ’50s sci-fi flick. They spiral higher and faster, as singer Samuel T. Herring absolves us of the shadows we cling to; all the lonely nights that “fall oh-so-slow.” “I want to be the one to help you find those dreams,” Herring sings, eerily calm, like a mountaintop shaman who’s become enlightened in the rugged terrain. “Walking Through That Door” has a mystical vibe that takes whatever’s in your heart and makes you believe in it harder. – Sarah Grant 46. Liz Phair – “Supernova” Liz Phair is in devotion mode, packing more similes into one rock love song than an entire book of Shakespeare sonnets. “Your eyelashes sparkle like gilded grass,” she sings, “and your lips are sweet and slippery like a cherub’s bare, wet ass.” That’s just the first verse. “Supernova” was Phair’s rollicking first single from Whip-Smart, the follow-up to her murky masterpiece Exile in Guyville. With its trampolining guitars and Phair’s heart wide open, it signaled a whole new Liz dimension — her romantic period — where we could pour out our hearts with fists held high, shouting “and you fuck like a volcano, and you’re everything to me.” A declaration that would only occur to an ineffably cool 27-year-old in 1994. – S.G. Credit: Matador / Atlantic 45. The Stranglers – “Golden Brown” The stately, baroque-pop jangle of “Golden Brown” diverged from the English band’s core sound: prototypical pub-punkers stumbling into the electronics section of the local music store. The Stranglers slowly matured into the New Wave outfit of their pinnacle — but, in this case, take a deviant direction. A harpsichord plays the central melody as a luminous phased synth corresponds: dropping and rising in octaves, overall creating an enthralling quasi-waltz (with periodic bars in 7/8 time). It’s a ballad to his beatific (and lyrically ambiguous) “golden brown,” a finer temptress arranged in a seamless weaving of verse into bridge into the chorus — all executed in a timbre echoing John Lennon. Such a gorgeous song from a band with such a contrary name. – Logan Blake 44. Nine Inch Nails – “The Perfect Drug” The doomed romance of Trent Reznor’s lyrics can often make love sound like a desperate chemical dependency — or make actual drug addiction sound like an irresistible seduction. “The Perfect Drug,” written for David Lynch’s 1997 film, Lost Highway, muddies the waters even more than usual, particularly with Mark Romanek’s absinthe-themed video. Reznor has performed the song live sparingly and reportedly admitted in 2005 that it “probably wouldn’t be in the top hundred” of the tracks he’s written. Still, it’s hard not to get caught up in the adrenaline rush of one of the fastest, most drum’n’bass-influenced songs in the Nine Inch Nails catalog. – Al Shipley Credit: Nothing 43. Pulp – “Something Changed” “Something Changed” is a prayer for those of us whose love language is canceling plans. Over rolling guitars and heavenly synths, Jarvis Cocker sings about the precious, random decisions that we make every day, having no idea of what’s at stake. “I could have stayed at home and gone to bed … you might have changed your mind and seen your friend.” In a Melody Maker interview, Cocker said that the song’s retrospective lyrics came from trying to remember why he wrote this song in the first place back in 1984 — years before releasing it as a single in 1996. Twenty-five years later, amid the doldrums of quarantine, “Something Changed” is like a redemption song for those of us who took the outside world for granted. As Jarve wisely said: “The worst thing about having a schedule and a timetable is that there’s less chance for unexpected things to happen.” – S.G. Credit: Island 42. Buzzcocks – “Ever Fallen in Love (With Someone You Shouldn’t’ve)” If the answer to the question posed in the song title is “no,” check your pulse. You’re not alive. Or perhaps you’re extremely lucky. Just wait — as Robert Plant once sang, “Your Time Is Gonna Come.” The gist of the lyrics: “You spurn my natural emotions / You make me feel like dirt and I’m hurt” is as plainspoken as the song itself, written in 1978 by Buzzcocks’ Pete Shelley. Flaunting a perfect, dysfunctional lyrical kicker (“And if I start a commotion / I run the risk of losing you, and that’s worse”), “Ever Fallen in Love” becomes a hooky package of pop-punk energy and precise, pithy lyrics. This “pansexual punk anthem” (as one critic coined it) was the Buzzcocks’ biggest hit, and very rightly so. – Katherine Turman Credit: United Artists 41. Morphine – “In Spite of Me” Boston trio Morphine was known for the low, sonorous sounds of Mark Sandman’s two-string slide bass and Dana Colley’s baritone sax. But Sandman would occasionally throw in a spare acoustic track like “In Spite of Me,” the side one closer to their 1993 magnum opus, Cure For Pain, featuring beautifully fluttering mandolin by Jimmy Ryan. “In Spite of Me” is a bittersweet paean to someone who left the narrator behind long ago, but Sandman’s half-whispered vocal radiates with the fond memories of a shared history: “Last night I told a stranger all about you / They smiled patiently with disbelief.” – A.S. 40. The Breeders – “Do You Love Me Now” “Does love ever end?” That’s the central question of “Do You Love Me Now,” Kim and Kelly Deal’s meditation on the often open-ended nature of past romance. Just when you think you’re finally over a relationship and have completely moved on, those familiar feelings slowly sidle back up to you like Josephine Wiggs’ slinking bass line. Pretty soon you might find yourself reaching for your phone, scrolling through photos and wondering what your old flame is doing right about now. If that happens, don’t worry — it’s perfectly natural. Here’s a helpful piece of advice from your friends at SPIN: Don’t text your ex. – John Paul Bullock 39. Pearl Jam – “Last Kiss” By 1998, Pearl Jam had left radio behind. Sure, “Given to Fly” was a hit and Yield ended up one of their best albums, but the mainstream was mostly in the rearview mirror until this throwaway cover. During a Seattle show that May, Eddie Vedder told the crowd that he found an old single for $.99 the previous day and stayed up listening to it all night. Then the band debuted their take on “Last Kiss,” the Wayne Cochran ballad popularized by J. Frank Wilson and the Cavaliers in 1964. The song is so breezy and catchy, many fans are still oblivious to the sad lyrics, which chronicle a car accident that kills the narrator’s girlfriend (“Oh where, oh where can my baby be? / The Lord took her away from me”). Pearl Jam recorded a version during soundcheck before a Maryland gig, releasing it for Ten Club members. But that recording spread like wildfire and eventually peaked at No. 2 on the Billboard 200. Strangely, this left-field cover wound up the biggest hit of Pearl Jam’s career. – Daniel Kohn Credit: Epic 38. Bloc Party – “Blue Light” “I still feel you in the taste of cigarettes,” sings Kele Okereke over divine splatters of guitar reverb and the heartbeat click-clack of a snare rim and kick drum. Bits of this person — seemingly a former lover — linger in the minute sensory details of everyday life. Reminders are everywhere: “You’ll find it hiding in shadows / You’ll find it hiding in cupboards.” The emotional centerpiece of Bloc Party’s debut LP, 2005’s Silent Alarm, “Blue Light” conjures the feeling of being fully adrift in sadness — you’ve become so accustomed to melancholy, it’s now your home. Just as Okereke croons about a mysterious “gentlest feeling,” the song ironically becomes un-gentle, guitars and drums spiraling upward into a sonic and emotional crescendo. – R.R. 37. Lifehouse – “Hanging By a Moment” Lots of love songs have a spiritual component: Peter Gabriel was inspired to write “In Your Eyes” — perhaps the greatest slice of pop romance ever written, but not really “alt-rock” enough for this list — to reflect that common ambiguity in African music. With Lifehouse’s “Hanging By a Moment,” frontman Jason Wade landed at a similar duality. “I knew at the end of it that it was a love song, and I kind of come from that world, so it can be interpreted as a spiritual song or a love song,” he told Billboard in 2017. “I feel like people have just been taking it for whatever they want it to be through the years.” Both interpretations hold water: The narrator is “starving for truth,” perhaps in a religious sense. But on the chorus, they’re “standing here until you make me move” — an image that, coincidentally, calls to mind the “In Your Eyes” boombox scene from Say Anything. Either way, it’s a tearjerker. – R.R. Credit: DreamWorks 36. Alabama Shakes – “Gimme All Your Love” Lyrically, this one’s as cut and dried as it comes: Brittany Howard, the powerhouse singer of Alabama Shakes, wants the full relationship experience — no emotional shortcuts. “So much is going on / But you can always come around,” she sings gently, her voice somewhat muffled amid the glitchy drums and gleaming keys. “Why don’t you sit with me for just a little while? / Tell me, what’s wrong.” Then on the chorus, she sounds enraptured in contrast, screaming the titular phrase between some “woo”s that sound like a soulful Ric Flair. Is complete commitment so much to ask? – R.R. 35. A Flock of Seagulls – “Space Age Love Song” New Wave music, particularly synthpop, tended to be lyrically cold, detached and unsentimental — more concerned with pessimism than romance. But “Space Age Love Song,” A Flock of Seagulls’ 1982 hit, is one of those unique exceptions. Amid Mike Score’s wistful singing and atmospheric synths and Paul Reynolds’ soaring guitar, the lyrics are direct and tender rather than aloof, accompanied by its recognizable melodic refrain: “I was falling in love.” In a 2018 PopMatters interview, Score said the song was about intimacy: “When you meet somebody there is an instant eye contact if the chemistry is right. If everything is right, you catch their eye…that whole ‘across the crowded room/caught your eye’ thing. The lyrics explain that: ‘I saw your eyes and you made me smile.'” Sci-fi and love never sounded so good together. – David Chiu Credit: Jive 34. The Pretenders – “Talk of the Town” “I had in mind this kid who used to stand outside the soundchecks on our first tour, and I never spoke to him,” Chrissie Hynde once recalled, detailing this Beatles-y New Wave anthem from 1980. “And I remember the last time I saw him, I just left him standing in the snow. I never had anything to say to him. And I kinda wrote this for him.” That backstory adds more intrigue to her already-fascinating lyrics, which seem to channel youthful longing for a person outside one’s grasp. “I watch you still from a distance then go / Back to my room,” she quivers over the bright guitar changes. “You never know I want you.” – R.R. 33. Incubus – “Dig” Few alt-rock frontmen have embraced heartthrob status more naturally than Incubus singer Brandon Boyd, who helped transform the California nü-metal band into multi-platinum crossover stars with his washboard abs and a propensity to flirtatiously ad-lib the word “girl” like an R&B singer. But there’s always been a philosophical bent to Boyd’s most romantic songs, and “Dig,” as he explained in the band bio for 2006’s Light Grenades, “speaks to the importance of forgiveness and compassion.” But the song’s headier lyrics don’t get in the way of the lighter-waving catharsis of Boyd belting out, “We’ll always have each other when everything else is gone.” - A.S. 32. Beach House – “Lazuli” If “Harvest Moon” had an alien twin from Baltimore, it might sound something like “Lazuli” — Beach House’s most romantic song, which highlights their 2012 album, Bloom. Alex Scally begins with a loping arpeggio and spray of synth as the story unfurls. “In the blue of this life, where it ends in the night / When you couldn’t see, you would come for me,” Victoria Legrand bellows, sounding warm, wise and oddly reminiscent of Nat King Cole. The lyrics float in and out of abstraction, like twisting a kaleidoscope. The synths form little ripples around her voice. In this vein, “Lazuli,” feels like an ode to communing with nature; a testament to every tiny particle that we can’t see. Who knows? Being in a perpetual state of wonder is the Beach House way, and it’s the true magic of this song. As Legrand reminds us in her dreamy warble, “you can’t be replaced.” – S.G. 31. Weezer – “Perfect Situation” From the dramatic intro — which this Fearless-era Taylor Swift song oddly resembles — it’s clear what this one is about. Then again, it’s usually what Weezer songs are about: desperation, longing, love gone wrong. “Perfect Situation,” though, is less lyrically specific than many of the band’s tracks — they keep the words simple and carefully chosen here, with Rivers Cuomo just enunciating “Singing oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh” on the chorus. The instruments do most of the talking, and the most Cuomo reveals is on the kind-of-hot lines: “Get your hands off the girl / Can’t you see that she belongs to me?” – Danielle Chelosky 30. The Temper Trap – “Sweet Disposition” First off, who gives a fuck that the echoing guitar sounds like the Edge’s best unused riff? And so what if the song itself is still a go-to for dumb TV ads and rom-coms? It’s easy to poke fun at this Australian quartet because they unashamedly swing for a grand slam with almost every at-bat, but “Sweet Disposition” is the kind of heart-tugging big-chorus rock song only the most jaded among us can brush aside. Part of it’s the expressive delivery of frontman Dougy Mandagi, who wrangles maximum earnestness from each falsetto swoop and hint of vibrato. And the words are perfectly bare and unpretentious. “Just stay there / ‘Cause I’ll be coming over,” he sings. “While our blood’s still young / It’s so young, it runs / Won’t stop ’til it’s over.” – R.R. Credit: TIME 29. Band of Horses – “No One’s Gonna Love You” Few “love songs” open with the image of a mutilated body part: “It’s looking like a limb torn off / Or altogether just taken apart,” Ben Bridwell yelps over rippling electric guitars. “No One’s Gonna Love You” feels romantic — the atmospheric arrangement, the pained way Bridwell sings throughout. And certain lyrics, like the titular phrase, sound deceptively sweet. But this one’s complicated: The narrator seems to be still helplessly in love (“And anything to make you smile”), even with the relationship “tumbling” through an “endless fall.” Play this one for your “first dance” wedding song and scan the crowd for puzzled faces. – R.R. Credit: Sub Pop 28. The White Stripes – “I Just Don’t Know What to Do With Myself” Can we trust a love-lost song from a man who pretended his one-time wife was his sister? Why is said sister-wife, Meg White, crying on the cover of 2003’s Elephant? And why is Kate Moss pole-dancing in the video? No matter the answer to these rhetorical questions, ”I Just Don’t Know What to Do With Myself” is a great song, and as sung by Jack White, the definitive version. (It was written by Burt Bacharach and lyricist Hal David — and previously, most notably covered by Dusty Springfield, Dionne Warwick and Issac Hayes, who drew it out to seven minutes.) White’s spare, angsty voice and guitar reflects the song’s desperate, edgy feeling of painful limbo as two are wrenched into one lonely leftover. The tune was written in 1962, but it’s still timeless — and especially gut-wrenching when White delivers it with all the (hurt) feels. – K.T. Credit: XL 27. My Morning Jacket – “Steam Engine” Jim James digs deeper than superficial attraction on this dreamy, seven-minute ballad from It Still Moves. “So I do believe / None of this is physical / At least not to me,” he sings, his voice bathed in barn reverb. He is human, admitting later on, “Your skin looks good in moonlight.” But like the band’s slow-building sway, his definition of love is still admirably cosmic. “It’s about falling in love with someone because of the way they make you feel, as opposed to them wearing tight jeans and being hot,” he told Nude as the News in 2003. “I’m just trying to escape from the fuckin’ constant, physically driven fashion show that the world has become.” – R.R. 26. R.E.M. – “At My Most Beautiful” Gently affectionate, direct and indelible, the standout third single from R.E.M.’s first post-Bill Berry LP revels in romantic mundanity. A sigh calibrated to elicit endless sighs, “At My Most Beautiful” adopts orchestral-era Beach Boys as its guiding muse, with guitar, piano, organ and cello forming a warm, pastel whorl. The sincere tenderness in Michael Stipe’s vocal scribbles extra feelings between the lines of his actual lyrics, which adore but stop short of the saccharine. “You always say your name,” he purrs, “Like I wouldn’t know it’s you, at your most beautiful.” – R.C. Credit: Warner Bros. 25. Siouxsie & the Banshees – “The Last Beat of My Heart” Siouxsie Sioux sings nature metaphors (“In the sharp gust of love, my memory stirred / When time wreathed a rose, a garland of shame”) over a slow-climbing swell of accordion and muted tom-tom thump. A perfect marriage of words and atmosphere, each drawing out romance from the other. “It’s one of my favorite Siouxsie and the Banshees songs, and [DeVotchKa] covered it very well,” the Decemberists’ Colin Meloy told Pitchfork in 2006.”It kind of bums me out that they got to that cover before I did. Very smart choice.” – R.R. Credit: Wonderland / Polydor 24. Blink-182 – “All the Small Things” For Valentine’s Day 2000, there had to be at least one guy in a Hurley T-shirt and Dickies who wrote this in a card to his high school girlfriend, thinking it was so sick: “Keep your lips still, I’ll be your thrill, the night will go on, my little windmill.” Blink’s biggest hit has its goofy, sappy moments: “She left me roses by the stairs, surprises let me know she cares.” But there’s some uncertainty there too: Tom DeLonge knows this girl will be at his show, watching and waiting, but also…commiserating. Did she feel pity for him? Maybe we shouldn’t think too much about “All The Small Things,” considering DeLonge wrote it specifically to be played on the radio, with all those Ramones-y “na-na-na’s” filled in so he wouldn’t need to write more lyrics. – Bobby Olivier Credit: MCA 23. Arcade Fire – “Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)” Here’s something I’ve never understood: So…Win Butler is singing about digging a tunnel between his and his lover’s homes — underground romance, adorable — but then he wails, “You climb out of the chimney and meet me in the middle, the middle of the town.” Why dig the fucking tunnel when she’s just gonna use the chimney to meet up? And another thing! When he sings, “Then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow” — couldn’t they have sought shelter in the tunnel during inclement weather? Listen, I know it’s the band’s debut single and revered as one of the greatest indie-rock songs of the last 20 years, blah blah. It’s a sweeping, bouncy tune, sure, but I need answers, damn it! – B.O. 22. Smashing Pumpkins – “Luna” In the liner notes of the 2011 Siamese Dream reissue, Billy Corgan writes that this blissful dream-pop ballad chronicles his love for “someone [who] doesn’t love me.” He doesn’t directly specify this person, but he did famously date Courtney Love, who once claimed that almost all of the album was written about her. We’re not going to draw any conclusions. “I sing a love song in an empty room,” Corgan continued, detailing how he wrote the tune. “It is for the moon. It can never be for the one you love.” Regardless, “love song for the moon” just sounds cooler. – R.R. 21. Mazzy Star – “Fade Into You” During the mid-’90s alt boom, a bunch of bands on the peripheral had their moments of mainstream success. Mazzy Star’s biggest song, the moody and melodic “Fade Into You,” blends dream-pop and alt-country twang, led by Hope Sandoval’s luscious vocals. The singer’s lyrics, a touchstone of peak Gen X, seem to document a relationship with a narcissistic person who can’t be reached. And that dichotomy between romantic longing and melancholy is what makes “Fade Into You” so relatable. – D.K. Credit: Capitol 20. The Cardigans – “Lovefool” You likely know the hook by heart from incessant radio airplay. Released in the mid-’90s, it’s one of those songs that summons its zeitgeist, and it’s since remained one of the most timeless (and bittersweet) pop-rock palliatives. Lead singer Nina Persson both coquettishly and wistfully begs for her love to be requited. It’s all voluptuous rouge lips and batting cat eyes, soft around the edges with sharp guitar chops and velvety synth concords. It’s the marriage of a cold, haphazard lament in a catchy pop structure with a New Wave undercurrent all held together in kitschy saturation. Nothing comes closer to the platonic ideal of pop. – L.B. Credit: Stockholm 19. Jeff Buckley – “Lover, You Should’ve Come Over” “Maybe I’m too young to keep good love from going wrong,” Jeff Buckley sings with understated drama on the first verse of “Lover, You Should’ve Come Over,” before patiently building to a climactic falsetto showcase. Buckley wrote the smoldering, seven-minute ballad after the end of his relationship with musician Rebecca Moore, and he opens the epic version on his only proper studio album, 1994’s Grace, with a gorgeous harmonium instrumental that sounds like an otherworldly funeral organ. It became the most widely covered song Buckley wrote in his brief career, but nobody can possibly sing it like him. – A.S. 18. Elliott Smith – “Say Yes” Smith clears his throat and begins the acoustic-strummed ballad to a girl who made his world a vicarious idyll, the one “who’s still around the morning after.” An electric guitar glitters the track with sprightly, jazzy chords, letting out a melodic melancholy solo and syncing with Smith’s sotto voce singing as he sulks over their month-ago breakup. Now he longs for her to come back, optimistically musing that maybe he’d be “an exception to the rule.” Smith once told SPIN he penned the offhandedly beautiful song in five minutes while watching a muted episode of Xena: Warrior Princess. Whether a moving palliative for others mourning a love lost too soon or a heartrending tale of post-breakup realism, it utterly impales you. – L.B. 17. Roxy Music – “Avalon” Across eight albums in 10 years, Roxy Music evolved from an avant-garde glam-rock band to a sophisticated pop group. Avalon, the group’s swan song, was their most commercially successful record and indelibly romantic. Along with “More Than This,” the album’s title song — with its tropical and reggae-like rhythms — has become one of Roxy’s most popular songs. Its lyrics evoke the magic of love at first sight: “When you bossa nova, there’s no holding / But you have me dancing, out of nowhere.” Ferry’s debonair crooning is seductive and sincere, complemented by backing vocalist Yanick Étienne. The “Avalon” video is equally elegant, with a white tuxedo-clad Ferry dancing with his paramour. Almost 40 years later, this song — like the whole Avalon album — remains one of the definitive Valentine’s Day soundtracks. – David Chiu Credit: EG / Polydor 16. Tegan and Sara – “Nineteen” Some of the best rock tunes swim simultaneously in streams of “love song” and “breakup song,” welling up your eyes until everything blurs. “Nineteen,” a devastating anthem from Tegan and Sara’s fifth LP, The Con, is one such moment — entangling sex, heartbreak, romance and butterflies-in-your-gut angst into a compact, three-minute blast. It opens with a jarring admission: “I felt you in my legs before I even met you / And when I laid beside you for the first time, I told you / I feel you in my heart.” We don’t get all the details, but the relationship quickly sours, resulting in a bummed-out plane trip home — but also glimmers of hope. “I was 19,” the duo sing over the distorted downstroke riffs. “Call me.” – R.R. 15. Paramore – “Still Into You” A power-pop ode to everlasting love, “Still Into You” should surge in popularity around 2063 by soundtracking all those scene kids’ 50th wedding anniversary parties. In terms of Paramore lore (Para-lore?), “Still Into You” introduced the band’s departure from pure pop-punk — more charm, less angst. Written about Hayley Williams’ then-solid relationship with New Found Glory guitarist Chad Gilbert, it offers some great lines about making love work: “It’s not a walk in the park to love each other / But when our fingers interlock, can’t deny, can’t deny, you’re worth it.” And it’s such a sweet sentiment, reminding your S.O. that after all their bullshit and the stupid Netflix shows they make you watch, you’re still into them. Unfortunately for Williams, “still” didn’t mean forever — she and Gilbert split in 2017. – B.O. Credit: Fueled By Ramen 14. Stone Temple Pilots – “Interstate Love Song” Only Stone Temple Pilots could write a “love song” that explores lying about heroin use. In his 2011 memoir, Not Dead & Not For Sale, Scott Weiland said he wrote “Interstate Love Song” partly from the perspective of his girlfriend: “She’d ask how I was doing, and I’d lie, say I was doing fine. Chances are I had just fixed before calling her. I imagined what was going through her mind…” But there’s poetry in these dark images, as Weiland taps into relationship matters of trust and deception. The music only amplifies the song’s windows-down grandeur, from Weiland’s booming vocals to Dean DeLeo’s signature, twangy guitar riff. It remains STP’s finest hour. – D.K. and R.R. Credit: Atlantic 13. Patti Smith Group – “Because the Night” A highlight from her 1978 LP, Easter, “Because the Night” has become the punk poet laureate’s most well-known track — and also one of the most recognizable love songs of all time. After modest piano notes form a calm before the storm, Patti Smith bursts into her signature mode of elated, operatic singing — roleplaying the besotted lover in this impassioned hit co-written by Bruce Springsteen. Although the vocal delivery propels the song beyond itself, the lyrics detail the wanton desire just before the flight of the erotic at sundown “…because the night belongs to lovers.” Unlike most other subtler love songs, this is an unabashed entreaty. No more foreplay. On second thought, it’d be more apt to call it a “lust song.” – L.B. Credit: Arista 12. Coldplay – “Yellow” Who would have thought that a poor Neil Young imitation would spark Coldplay’s breakthrough hit? That’s what happened with their signature tune, “Yellow,” which focuses on an emotional devotion to…someone or something. Singer Chris Martin found the initial chords and lyrics during a live soundcheck, and he immediately started channeling the Godfather of Grunge with the lyric “look at the stars.” Then came the title word, which gives the song a slight element of mystery: “The word ‘yellow’ came out, and I was like, ‘No one’s gonna know what that means,’” he told Howard Stern in 2011. “It was a feeling more than a meaning.” But that feeling led to an entire career. – D.K. and R.R. Credit: Parlophone 11. Say Anything – “Alive With the Glory of Love” You can’t leave out “Alive” from any conversation about essential emo love songs. What opening lines are more gripping than “When I watch you, want to do you, right where you’re standing, yeah”? Then the chorus is irresistibly endearing and seemingly sincere: “No, I won’t let them take you / Won’t let them take you / Hell no, no!” Even if you start out listening as a joke, you gradually fall into its surprisingly romantic arms. But the song reveals a deeper meaning as it plays: The line “Should they catch us and dispatch us those separate work camps, yeah,” reminds us that “Love” is based on the story of Max Bemis’ grandparents, who are Holocaust survivors. So yeah…there’s a lot to unpack. – Danielle Chelosky Credit: J Records / Red Ink 10. Radiohead – “All I Need” “I’m an animal trapped in your hot car,” Thom Yorke croons during this divine meditation on romantic fixation. Aw, how sweet! Radiohead never write conventional love songs — but when they do explore the subject, few do so with such intensity. “All I Need” spends most of its run time at a low simmer, Yorke spitting out similar images (“I am a moth who just wants to share your light”) over Phil Selway’s trip-hop-y drum groove and a booming synth-bass. But the song’s climax, lyrically and musically, crashes in at full volume: “It’s all wrong!” Yorke yelps. “It’s all right!” – R.R. 9. Talking Heads – “This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody)” David Byrne famously wrote a lot of songs about “buildings and food,” so his first real “love song” doesn’t, um, sound a lot like the others. “I try to write about small things: paper, animals, a house,” he noted in the Stop Making Sense bonus interview. “Love is kinda big. I have written a love song, though. In this film, I sing it to a lamp.” That song is “This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody),” on which Byrne embraces romantic matters with surreal wordplay and, seemingly, confusion. “I guess I must be having fun,” he sings over the clanging percussion and woozy synths. But few songwriters tackle love with such zen, understanding that relationships are living organisms. “The less we say about it the better,” he yelps. “Make it up as we go along.” – R.R. Credit: Sire 8. The Cure – “Friday I’m in Love” Robert Smith doesn’t exactly do warm and fuzzy in his lyrics, and that’s exactly why “Friday I’m in Love” is one of the Cure’s signature hits. The song’s peppy, melodic jangle perfectly matches Smith’s innocent words about falling in love — he told this very publication that it’s a “dumb pop song” and “very optimistic and really out there in happy land.” Discounting Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, the song also captures the wide-eyed joy of that Friday feeling, with the possibilities of the weekend ahead. “Friday I’m in Love” ended up being the Cure’s last Top 40 hit — what a way to go off the charts swinging. – D.K. Credit: Fiction 7. Joy Division – “Love Will Tear Us Apart” The intro is a tease, seemingly previewing a forgettable song. Then it debouches into one of the most iconic, nostalgic riffs ever architected, launching an ‘80s anthem from year zero of that halcyon decade. Weirdly, it’s the most identifiable (yet least representative) of an eerie discography mostly inaccessible to casual listeners — and not only instrumentally. The post-punk dignitaries conjured a dark sound around themes of mental illness and hopelessness. And they didn’t totally sacrifice that dark aura in “Love Will Tear Us Apart” — it just underwent aesthetic osmosis. They saw the thorns of the rose, where the rest saw only the bud. – L.B. Credit: Factory 6. Tears for Fears – “Head Over Heels” Before their breakthrough LP, Songs From the Big Chair, Roland Orzabal and Curt Smith weren’t known for love — let alone happy — songs. Their debut, 1983’s The Hurting, was an emotionally turbulent record inspired by the work of American psychologist Arthur Janov. The mood lightened up somewhat on Songs From the Big Chair, especially with the majestic “Head Over Heels,” distinguished for its relatively upbeat lyrics and ecstatic Beatles-like “la-la-la-la-la” chorus towards the end. Adding to the romantic atmosphere is a humorous music video that depicts Orzabal trying to catch the eye of a bookish librarian. “Head Over Heels” is probably the closest we’ll ever get to a love song,” Orzabal remarked for the 2014 Big Chair reissue. “It’s a love song that kind of goes a bit perverse at the end.” – David Chiu Credit: Mercury 5. Oasis – “Wonderwall” The Gallagher brothers tug at our heartstrings with their signature hit “Wonderwall” — even as we question what they’re actually singing about. Most fans can belt all the words, starting with the opening lines: “Today is gonna be the day that they’re gonna throw it back to you / By now you should’ve somehow realized what you gotta do / I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now.” But we don’t hear that mysterious titular word until the fourth stanza. So what exactly is a wonderwall? In 1996, Noel Gallagher reportedly told NME he wrote the song for his then-girlfriend, Meg Matthews. Six years later he switched gears, telling the BBC, “The meaning of that song was taken away from me by the media who jumped on it, and how do you tell your Mrs. it’s not about her once she’s read it is?” Sooooo… “It’s a song about an imaginary friend who’s gonna come and save you from yourself,” he explained. Your wonderwall can be whatever you want it to mean, for whomever you love. Just hope the recipient understands your word choice. – Jason Stahl Credit: Creation 4. Foo Fighters – “Everlong” That initial rush of romantic ecstasy never lasts as long as we want it to. The strongest relationships persist in spite of this. On 1997’s “Everlong,” Foo Fighters frontman Dave Grohl can’t live in the magic moment. The future hasn’t even happened yet, and already, it’s haunting him: “And I wonder / When I sing along with you / If everything could ever feel this real forever / If anything could ever be this real again?” By the time of The Colour and the Shape, he was rocking with a band instead of accompanying himself in studio pastiche — and “Everlong” reflects that energy, a ballad-qua-anthem where the sting of recent divorce is flipped into innocent, emotional longing. – R.C. Credit: Roswell / Capitol 3. The Flaming Lips – “Do You Realize??” “Whenever I analyze the scientific realities of what it means to be living here on Earth — in this galaxy … spinning around the sun … flying through space — a terror shock seizes me!!!” Wayne Coyne once wrote of the Flaming Lips’ symphonic-sized staple. “I’m reminded once again of how precarious our whole existence is…” Existential dread is an…unusual…starting point for a “love song.” And you might argue that “Do You Realize??”, the centerpiece from 2002’s Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots, falls outside even the vast umbrella of our list. The harsh realization here, after all, is that “everyone you know some day will die.” But there’s hope in that epiphany! As Coyne tells us, every glimpse of death is a reminder to live: “Instead of saying all of your goodbyes,” he sings over Steven Drozd’s cartoonishly massive arrangement, “Let them know you realize that life goes fast / It’s hard to make the good things last.” Really, “Do You Realize??” is a love song to the entire universe. – R.R. Credit: Warner 2. The Smiths – “There Is a Light That Never Goes Out” The Smiths’ “angry young man” anthem perfectly captures the confusion and drama of teenage lust: Johnny Marr’s timeless, jangling guitar has given rise to countless solemn YouTube covers. Morrissey’s hyper-literate lyrics were influenced by Karel Reisz’s 1960 film, Saturday Night and Sunday Morning, written by Alan Sillitoe, whose short story “The Loneliness of the Long-Distance Runner” inspired everyone from Iron Maiden to Belle & Sebastian. “There Is a Light That Never Goes Out” makes an excellent choice for any road trip playlist — just watch out for those double-decker buses. – J.P.B. Credit: Rough Trade / Virgin 1. Yeah Yeah Yeahs – “Maps” “Wait, they don’t love you like I love you” is such a perfect line, especially from one fawned-over musician to another — in this case, Karen O to Liars frontman and then-boyfriend Angus Andrew. Bittersweet desperation runs throughout the beloved track, as Karen O tries to play it cool, keeping her voice to a measured warble, even though she’s essentially begging her partner to return her affection. “My kind’s your kind,” she sings, another heartrending dagger-like “Dude, I see you! See me, too!” Almost 20 years later, this song resonates even more thanks to numerous covers and interpolations, most notably Beyonce using the hook for her Lemonade cut “Hold Up” in 2016. If Beyonce samples you, you’re doing something right. – B.O. Credit: Polydor Listen to all of the songs below: #Oasis #TheFlamingLips #TheBreeders #TheCardigans #Weezer

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CH 47

The show seemed to drag on with each joke worse than the last and painfully awkward winners speeches. By the time Liz and Josie had finished their champagne, the intensely sought after awards were about to begin. Josie whispered in Liz’s ear and bounced a little in her seat.

“What’s wrong?” Johnny asked, eyeing Liz’s friend.

“Josie has to pee and I’m starving,” she clenched her teeth and forced a smile as he laughed.

“Okay, hang on,” he laughed and shook his head while the host finished a segment.

Liz lazily clapped as the host finished speaking and the theater was queued for a commercial break when Johnny suddenly pulled her to her feet. She followed him into the aisle, making sure Josie was behind them as he held her hand tightly the entire way up the carpeted ramp. Several people turned to stare at them and Liz noticed a camera man swing around to get a shot of them just as the usher opened the door to the lobby.

“Whoa,” Liz breathed, the bright lights of the lobby causing her to blink.

Johnny watched her a moment as she swayed on her heels. “What did you eat today?”

“I had a coffee at six and then like four Altoids when I was getting my hair done. Plus that champagne…”

“You have five minutes,” Johnny warned as Liz shook her hand free from his.

“Yeah, okay,” she whispered, rushing after Josie down a hallway.

Once inside the ladies room, Liz leaned against a plush settee and pulled her phone from her clutch. She sighed when her text notifications were empty, then realized she never wrote Dave back. She squinted at the phone’s screen as she tapped out her text.

“Oh shit, Josie,” she giggled and hit send. “I think I’m a little drunk.”

Josie laughed loudly from a stall, “Girl, me too! Do you think they have food here?”

A few moments later, they were sneaking down a back hallway, trying to avoid running into Johnny who was waiting for them by the door to the ladies room. Josie held Liz’s train as they slid along the wall and into the main lobby which was now mostly empty.

“That guy has pizza!” Josie cried and they both broke into a dead run after him.

“Two minutes,” a stage hand warned.

“Maybe I shouldn’t be so excited to play during the dead people video, but I totally am,” Taylor laughed and bumped his shoulder into Dave’s. They stood just off stage, gripping their acoustic guitars and waiting for their cue to sit on the black wooden stools at center stage.

“I’m warning you, T. Once everyone sees that you can handle a guitar, someone is going to try and poach you from me,” Dave pointed in his best friend’s face.

“Oh shit! Maybe Rush will change their minds and ask me to be their lead!”

Dave felt his phone buzz just as they were called onto the stage. He knew they had precious few seconds before the host introduced them and he pulled his phone out of his tux pocket just enough to read the notification bar. All he read was ‘I miss you’ before the lights went up and he shoved the phone back, trying not to smiled as he turned to Taylor to begin the song.

Liz and Josie laughed and held giant slices of pizza as they walked back up the hallway to an annoyed Johnny.

“I got you some!” Liz called when he saw them, his face only slightly less pissed off now.

“I’m so glad you’re taking tonight seriously,” he muttered.

“Oh come on,” Liz whined, “We’re not missing anything! A commercial break and some painful stage banter. Big deal.”

They walked out into the lobby and Johnny glanced up at the monitors before taking Liz’s hand again. “You’re absolutely right, Lizzy. We’re fine here until the next break.”

Dave closed his eyes as he sang into the microphone, feeling much better about agreeing to do this a second time since Taylor was with him. They had decided on Wild Horses months ago, but he couldn’t help but think of Liz’s version as he worked through the lyrics. They followed the original mournful and melancholy tone that Jagger and Richards had written, only prolonging a few bars to match the In Memoriam slideshow that was broadcast behind them on a massive screen. As soon as they finished and the stage lights dimmed Dave scanned the first few rows for Liz, but couldn’t spot her in the crowd.

“That was good!” Taylor sighed once they were safely backstage again.

Dave stepped aside as the next presenter rudely rushed by them, “Yeah…”

“I’m gonna go find Ally,” Taylor called, heading back towards the green room, “You coming?”

Dave nodded, but didn’t move to follow.

Liz, Josie and Johnny made it back to their seats just as the lights dimmed to resume the show. Liz was feeling much less dizzy after finally eating, but her nerves began to creep up on her the closer the show came to the Best Actress category.

“Maybe pizza wasn’t the best idea,” Liz whispered to Josie, thinking she would probably puke if she were called to the stage.

“Pizza was the only idea, Liz,” Josie whispered back, “You would have slurred your entire acceptance speech.”

“Oh my god,” an idea suddenly popped into Liz’s head, “What if I just don’t accept? Can I do that?”

Josie burst out laughing, earning a glare from an actress in front of them, “You’ll need a good reason.”

“There’s starving people all over the planet and the amount of wealth in this one room alone is grotesque?”

“That’s perfect. Use that,” Josie shook her head, “You’ll be fine, Liz. Act your way through it.”

“I-,” Liz was interrupted by the host announcing the best actor winner from the year prior and felt Johnny’s hand on her knee.

“Ready?” he asked, leaning close to her when the camera man reappeared in the aisle.

Liz didn’t respond, just discreetly shoved his hand off her thigh and plastered on a smile. Act your way through it, she thought, Act your ass off. The actor on stage stumbled painfully through his lines and Liz felt her nerves crash into her chest. If he couldn’t make it through the lines that were literally being broadcast in front of his face, how was she going to get through a speech? A speech that she hadn’t even bothered to write? The screen behind him illuminated with clips from the best actress’s films with Liz’s being second to last. Once she saw herself on screen in the blue calico costume with itchy lace collar and pearl choker, her ears began to loudly ring. Well… shit, she thought, feeling herself laugh a little, this is convenient. She leaned into Josie as the ringing suddenly subsided and felt her clutch vibrate against her leg. Pulling her phone out from the purse, Josie elbowed her hard.

“Liz!” Josie whispered, “Not now!”

“But-,” Liz looked up in surprise when Josie squealed and everyone around her sprang to their feet. She slowly stood with them and clapped, craning her neck over their heads to see who was approaching to stage.

“Lizzy,” Johnny gently took her arm and pulled her to his chest making sure the camera next to them was angled perfectly to capture the kiss he planted on her cheek, “Congratulations.”

She felt her heart in her throat when she realized everyone was applauding and staring at her. She stepped out of Johnny’s arms so quickly that her hip bounced off the seat next to her and she stiffly walked up the aisle towards the stage. Pausing for a moment to consider the best way up the stairs without falling, she felt an arm at her elbow and looked up at the man who had played John Adams alongside her.

“Breathe, Liz,” he laughed and helped her up the steps before retreating back to his seat and beaming wife.

She greeted the presenting actor as a surprisingly heavy award and torn envelope were shoved into her hands. Then she was suddenly alone in front of a microphone, staring out into a silent and packed theater. It felt a little like a nightmare, the kind where one shows up to their high school science class in nothing but their underwear, but this was palpable, this was real. She dropped her eyes to the envelope to gather her wits and spied the Uno wild card tucked into the red card stock.

“Oh my god Liz, say something,” Taylor urged, staring wide eyed at the monitor in the green room. The moment he finished, Liz began to speak and Dave let out a relieved sigh.

They watched her deliver her speech which despite her rough start was eloquent, intelligent and funny. She thanked her parents, some friends, and a short list of people that Dave didn’t recognize, told her boys she loved them and she’d see them tomorrow, then stepped back a bit before remembering her dress had a train and turned quickly to the side to avoid falling.

“That was close,” Ally whispered under her breath.

Dave stepped away from the monitor and turned to them, “I’ll be right back,” he said and hurried out of the green room.

#dave grohl fanfiction #dave grohl fanfic #thatbluegibson

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fernlom · 7 years

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Complete List of My characters with snippits

Hood- Johnathan Satlin, the universe Guardian. Lazy, married to Liz Wright

Liz Wright- Wife to Hood, ultimate Mom, has control over fire.

Aaron Nitishino- Number 42, The God Killer, adorably fluffy, married to Beth Wright

Beth Wright: Aaron’s wife, will kick your ass, adorable and kind personality.

Tiggs Nitishino: Aaron’s cousin. 9 foot tall black and silver four armed tiger man. Total mad scientist.

Jasmine Nitishino: Aaron’s cousin. Shapeshifter, lynx lady, pan, will stab you and flirt with you

Pinstripe: Mafia Hit man possessed by ancient assassin god

Sheriff Waters: wild west sherriff and time displaced Pinstripe.

Sheriff McCreed: immortal western zombie sheriff, total nonchalant asshole.

Deputy Colt 45: super futuristic robot sent to the wild west. Deputy to Waters and McCreed.

Guilty's Gang: Guilty, Thomas Ralz the pianist, and old man Joe the banjoist. And their swamp monster.

Scorpio: bandito given powers by the zodiac spirit scorpio,

Cheif Kitchi: Blackfoot indian chief.

Vessal: bronze golum, protecter of Kitchi’s tribe, host to hundreds of warrior spirits.

Argon and Neon: nova kids trapped in the Wildwest, brother and sister.

Nobilis Krypton: Anodyne, roman themed, trapped in wildwest with Argon and Neon

Stephan and Justin Wright: Little Brothers to Hood and Aaron respectively. Adopted by Tracey Wright and Hail Tartalgia. The bridges to the multiverse. Cinnamon roll and sin-namon rolls.

Tracey Wright: Hail’s wife and the mother to Justin and Stephan, power to control and manipulate darkness.

Hail Tartalgia: Second Youngest of the Tartalgia family. Shy, ice powers, twin brother to Zana, cinnamon roll. Married to Tracey Wright.

Lightening Tartalgia: youngest Tartalgia, power over energy, super speed. Energetic, outgoing, friendly.

Fog Tartalgia: Middle child of Tartalgia family, twin brother to Storm. Power over all gasses and vapors. Quiet, kind, wise.

Storm Tartalgia: Middle Child of Tartalgia family, twin brother to Fog. Power over weather. Loud, arrogant, secretly a cinnamon roll.

Kujo: Second oldest of Tartalgia family, twin brother to Zoey. Blunt, dry, helpful. Can know everything about an item by touching it, and will know expertly how to use it.

Zana: Second youngest of Tartalgia family, twin sister to Hail, power over water and liquids, equally as shy as Hail if not more so.

Zoey: Second oldest of Tartalgia family, twin sister of Kujo, control over plants and animals. Flirtatious and fun loving.

Hero: eldest of Tartalgia family. Power of adapting to any situation (nearly infinite powers). Outgoing, positive, conceited, loves himself.

Pops: Possibly immortal old man, Looks like 60, but is as healthy as a 30 year old. Street brawler, travels with Launa.

Launa Dandies: Descendant of Waters. Can’t be harmed. Sociopath, angry at everything.

Taurus: Minotaur like being, greatest enemy is Hood, wants to envelop the world in eternal night.

Number43: almost clone of Aaron. An attempt to repeat the success that is Aaron in making ultimate weapon.

Grave Digger: older than time, is death, grim reaper, and the grave all at once. Always drinking.

Arnold: The Graveyard Cat. Zombie cat with the power of decay. Experiment of 100 Project

Ronny: The hellhound, control over darkness and fire. Experiment of 100 project

Damian: Giant Golden Flying Fox, A big ass fruit bat. Kind, gentle, not sure where he is. Clings to Digger

Marty: a mothman, silent, thinking, will fight you.

Vet: time traveling immortal redneck doctor getting into shenanigans

Uncle Sam: ultra patriotic American bald eagle robot. Made by vet

DJ Giz: super sleek robot covered in speakers. Makes noise. Made by vet

Livewire: robot with tendrils coming from his back. not made by vet but saved by him

SARAH: vets body guard. Ultimate fighting robot girl. Curious about the world and eager to learn.

Leao: Wizard cat!

Farmer John Stidham: first of Shattered Six, hard working, blunt farmer

Don Lomas: Second of Shattered Six, mob boss, mysterious, dangerous.

Poindexter Carter: third of Shattered Six, genius, scientist, nerd

Smiley Joe Stidham: fourth of Shattered Six, mixer, dancer, happy.

Dr Dean Lomas: fifth of Shattered Six, doctor, muscular, pretty boy

Agent Carter: Sixth of Shattered Six, agent, fighter, dangerous.

The Fivefold: The Pastor, Prophet, Evangelist, Teacher, and Apostle.

The Big Three: The three who made everything, Austin, Chance, and Fernando.

Curly Satlin: Giant lumberjack with bigger afro. Works for Don and Brigitta Vigarin.

Kristopher Krins: towns person of Keypers Cove, might be santa, definitely Santa, necklace is two candy canes which he uses when fighting.

Galve: flaming skeleton goat man in a robe, comes out from November to February.

Sir Issac Wells: real name of Johnny Rockers. Large bulky man, from Arkansas, used some enhanced cocaine, permanent other personality emerged, sophisticated man of class, still an absolute psychopathic serial killer.

Mr. Hicks: Henry Hicks, CEO of large tech company, travels the world joining fighting tournaments, boxer.

Lord Harlston: Victorian era gentlemen revived as a half plant, half zombie, very kind and polite. Hates rude un-gentlemanly people.

Pedro Gonzalez: former CEO, current Hero of Mexico, very strong boxer, rival to Mr. Hicks.

The Matador: Alfonzo Rivera, fighter, uses a sword and two bull fighting spears.

Wechidna: Immortal butler and warrior, butler to Mr. Hicks, neighbor to Tracey Wright.

Ashura: Ghost of formally immortal warrior, bonded to Liz Wright

Foxcrest: perfect maid

Wolfthorn: perfect Butler

Hawkridge: Perfect butler,

Ursa: Tigg’s main maid. Super strong

Lea: Tiggs’ main gardener. Mastered every last known martial art

Shaun-Li: Tigg’s cheff, poison touch.

Pastor Smith and Juddeep: World traveling Southern Pastor and his Saudi Arabian friend/ex-airport security guard.

Romulin: Son of Anubis, permanent rival to Uncle Sam

Valz: Greek titan of love, passion, erotic pleasure, and drinks.

Issac: Son of Hood, inherited all his powers.

Tommie: Daughter of Aaron, inherited all his powers (and looks)

Tedd: living teddy bear, adopted by Hood.

Ishmael: ancient warrior and shaman. Rival and big brother figure to Issac

The Mesh: large, jumbled robot, created by a deceased boy genius, roams the world looking for a new owner.

Abra: Alternate pinstripe, unknown female who’s theme is magician.

Ringmaster: Circus ringmaster with reality altering abilities

Chuckles: Alternate pinstripe, unknown female who’s theme is clown.

Ragdoll: Hood from a forgotten universe, a patchwork ragdoll like being of pure evil.

Snap: the alpha hood, the original who snapped upon seeing the multitude of various deaths.

Corruption: alternate Aaron. Put on Hood’s sweater, old programming resurfaced, Went crazy.

The Pinstripe Corps: multidimensional assassin group of alternate Pinstripe’s

The OFFKeys: a group of six musicians from Keypers Cove, each represents a different music genre

The entire town of Keypers Cove: hoh boy. Their necklaces has powers

Thunder and Zora Tartaliga: Parents of the Tartalgia Family and founders of Tartalgia.

Ultra42: Alternate Aaron, true ultimate weapon

Omega42: Zombie Ultra, mindless animal, afterwards a depressed former hero.

Aaron+: alternate aaron, controlled with nanites, killer.

Amalgam: an amalgamate of Pinstripe, Fatality, Legion, Patient Doe, Mr Thompson, Scorpio, from a computer world.

Scrap: all of Vet’s robots, mashed into one, torn to shreds by Aaron+ individually before reforming and killing him.

Virus: Vet’s true opposite. Body is home to every last disease, fungus, and bacteria in the universe, complete control over all disease.

Schism: the true embodiment of chaos and order. True equality. A god pretty much.

EL: The elemental. Splits into six main elements, Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Machine, Nature, Light and Dark. Then they fuse into four sub elements. Fire and Water make Energy. Air and Earth make Decay. Nature and Machine make Time. And Light and Dark make order. Then they fuse to make two. Time and Decay make Death. Order and Energy make life. El, the final fusion, is the element of Humanity

Error53: a mix of science and magic, a demonic computer virus.

El guillao: Puerto Rican Gansgter, uses soul flame and machetes.

Fatality: embodiment of fear, true monster.

Legion: former youth pastor turned host to millions of demons.

Train Man: Wildwest Zombie, enforcer of death, rounds up souls Digger doesn’t feel like finding.

Dr. Isotope: former Cold War Scientist, imbued with the power of ten atoms bombs

Xalarn: flaming spikey skeleton man, makes more flaming skeletons for army.

Damian Weaver: form an alternate universe, survivor of zombie apocalypse. Thinks he is edgy, is not edgy,

Justin Carter: from the same forgotten world as Ragdoll. Another patchwork ragdoll man, with a flaming chainsaw for a hand, a hero.

Patient Doe: unknown. A patchwork person trying to make themselves the perfect body, might be alien, no facts known.

Mr. Thompson: really friendly serial killer, animals love him, everyone loves him, everyone knows he's a killer too.

Silver Heart: given a robotic heart that replaces all damaged parts with robotics.

Bob: robot from the future meant to be sent to 1950’s America. Sent to modern America. Typical 1950’s dad but is actually killer liquid metal robot.

Rex: very large man with brain of hyper intelligent dog. Loyal, works with a pirate, but always dressed in a suit.

Leon: demon lion man. Crazy, violent, evil

Captain Longbeard and Shiv: Pirates. Longbeard is very intelligent, pilots a ship from the far future, Shiv is his malfunctioning robot fighter/first mate.

Clove: Skeleton Wildwest gun for hire. Known as the Gunslinger.

Beryl and Obsidian: Gem people. Servants for the Gods.

DOTcom: a program and nanite cloud created by Vet, pilots his TAURTOS.

Talli and Mingan: Talli cant die, Mingan is his giant grey dire wolf who is the real brains of the duo.

Blachidna: Alternate version of Wechidna, evil, arrogant, ruler of planet of factories.

Employee18: leader of worker revolution against Blachinda, favorite weapon :picaxe

Ashuraos: alternate Ashura, driven mad with power, being of pure chaos, body is half liquid energy

The Lounge Singers: 1920′s era smokey ball room band, actually hitmen, Ricky, Big Al, Betty, and Li.

Lukas Muler: Swiss cowboy living in Treasure Canyon. Earth bending powers, loves rocks.

Kopano Pillay: South African mercenary, true soldier, gun for hire.

Malware: a corrupted, computer virus infected Justin, wants to recreate his family using the glitches.

Trojan: a corrupted, computer virus infected Stephan. Wants to make Justin fix their world then kill him, willing to destroy whatever stands in his way.

The Televnagelist: former big name preacher turned serial killer.

The FRESHfold: the fivefold, but Fresh.

Vetster: Vet and Gaster merged together.

Aroodamate: Hood and Aaron, amalgamated

#my characters #original characters

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