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I Can See You
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Mariana Jimenez-Watson or MJ works in a normal pub living life paycheck to paycheck. Nothing exciting happens to her except the occasional drunk getting thrown out. She's 24 working away and finds a wrench thrown into her very boring life. His name is Hobie and she thinks maybe, a little excitement isn't awful. In fact she might start to crave some change for once.
Small moments of Hobie meeting his world's MJ. AKA I made an MJ variant and I think she's neat.
Chapter 14
MJ has a gnawing feeling in the back of her mind. Something feels…off. She can’t put her finger on it, but she feels it in her gut. It’s churning in a way that she almost feels nauseous and irritable. She can identify it’s her anxiety, but she can’t identify why it’s getting triggered.
She’s scrubbing down the bar, cleaning it before her shifts over. She’s running through the events of her day in her head. Wondering if maybe she forgot something. Did she lock her door? Did she leave her curling iron plugged in? Did she forget to buy something? Maybe she’s just being paranoid.
She shrugs it off and labels it as her being paranoid.
There hasn’t been another strange life or death incident in over a month. Maybe she feels like she’s overdue for one… Or maybe her life is finally back to normal.
She shakes her head and a small smile falls over her face. Her life will never be normal as long as Hobie’s around. It’s not a bad problem to have though.
She settles on the pit in her stomach being up to paranoia. She just feels overdue for a Spider-Man adjacent event.
Hopefully that doesn’t happen.
She packs it up, waving goodbye to Andy and meets Hobie at the back door. He’s leaning against the bricks, head back and lolled lazily over to look at her. A soft grin on his face. He pushes himself off and drops his arms over her shoulder from behind. He leans his body weight onto her, already towering over her short stature. He rests his chin on top of her head.
She just scoffs, “Hobie!” She groans and goes to grab his arms, “You’re gonna knock me over.” She pouts jokingly trying to not laugh.
“I’m not that heavy.” He says in mock offense. Leaning more of his weight onto her.
“No but you tower over me, that’s enough.” She says almost knocking both of them over.
He scoffs but removes himself off her, leaving one arm wrapped around her shoulders.
“C’mon, tired after runnin’ round with the lizard in the sewers all night.” He tells her with a soured face.
She scrunches her nose, “So that’s what I’m smelling?” She teases.
He removes himself off her completely raising his hands up in defense. “Oi, oi, stop takin’ the piss.” He says and nudges her with his elbow.
He turns to sniff his vest and he scrunches up his nose in disgust, “Need a shower though…”
She giggles and nudges him back, “Showers yours first then.” She replies with a grin.
“Mmmm, or, hear me out…” He says stepping in front of her and starts walking backwards down the street to face her.
“We could, shower together.” He suggests with a smug smirk.
Her face flushes and she rolls her eyes, “Mmm and what would be the benefit in showering with a man who smells like the sewers?” She hums in thought.
He doesn’t miss a beat when he replies, “Benefits?” He cocks his head in thought then starts counting on his fingers, “One, more quality time with your favorite person.” He says with a massive grin.
She shakes her head.
“Two, I’m a riot. Three…I might need you to check my back because there was a moment where I was just sliding down in unknown muck…” He gives her a hesitant and crooked smile.
She winces but nods. “Yea this is a tag team effort.” She agrees with a skeptical look. “I will bail if the… unknown muck…. turns out to be absolutely foul. Definitely not sexy.” She says.
He nods, “Duly noted that sewer fighting isn’t sexy.” He says jokingly.
She just shakes her head and laughs as they walk back to her flat.
Once they entered the bathroom MJ is helping Hobie peel his suit off. Whatever he had on him from the sewer was clinging onto him like a leech.
“Oh my god, this is so foul Hobie…” She says holding his shirt up and as far away from her as possible.
“Ya weren’t the one who was thrown into it by a ten-foot-tall lizard.” He replies bitterly, trying to pry his pants off.
“What if, hear me out, we just make a new suit… you don’t have to wash this one, we could just toss it.” She tries to suggest making a face of disgust as he adds his pants to the pile.
“I have others, but we’re not trashin’ it. It’s fine, just needs a good wash!” he says giving her a playful glare.
She gives him a pointed look, “In who’s wash? Surely not mine.” She says dryly.
“Do ya want this smellin’ up your flat?” He says pointing to the pile of his spider suit parts still sprinkled with sludge.
“… no, no, not in my wash. We’ll put it in a bag and on the balcony.” She says looking at his clothes in horror.
He rolls his eyes but is grinning regardless. “Fine, I’ll take it.” He reaches out and holds her hips, “Can we please take a shower now?” he pouts.
She feels her face blush as he is just in his underwear and his hands are gently holding her hips, thumbs rubbing circles into her skin. She avoids how fast her heart beats and reaches for a plastic bag under her sink and hands it to him. “Put the smelly clothes in the bag and no one gets hurt.” She jokes.
He sighs dramatically, but neatly puts his clothes in the bag and ties it shut. He hands it over to her.
“Thank you!” She gives a large grin to him. “Start the shower, I’ll put this on the balcony.”
He nods his head and reaches over to turn on the water. She closes the door behind her and practically throws the bag onto the balcony. She never wants to smell whatever that was again.
She stands in front of the bathroom door, nervous. Which she doesn’t know why she’s nervous. She’s been naked in front of people before, had boyfriends and girlfriends before, but for some reason this shower is what’s making her pause.
She takes a deep breath and just decides to shake it off. She’s had a weird feeling all day and she refuses to let her nerves ruin her time with Hobie.
She opens the door and he shuffles the shower curtain back, poking his head out, “I genuinely need help… it won’t go away, the smell. I don’t know if it’s in my head or not.” He tells her face genuinely worried.
She looks at him amused and just shakes her head, “Okay okay! Scoot over.” She tells him.
He returns into the shower and she strips quickly and joins him. Her face is red and she immediately feels the hot water hit her back making her jump a little.
Hobie grabs her arms, hands guiding her in gently. He smiles at her, eyes roaming her fuller figure.
Her eyes meet his and she notices him looking at her. She smacks his chest teasingly.
“Okay do a full body turn let me check your back for the unsexy sewer sludge.”
He grimaces and shakes his head, “Showers should be sexy, like fundamentally.” He does turn and show her his back.
She immediately laughs, “Oh god, it’s bad. It’s like stuck to you! What is this?!” she asks and grabs a wash rag. She covers it in soap and gently washes his back. Adding enough pressure to actually scrub it off of him.
He hums in response. “Never going in the bloody sewers ever again…”
“Agreed.”
She spends the next few minutes scrubbing his back, focused on removing the muck from him. He’s giving soft sighs and grunts of content. If she wasn’t flushed before she definitely was now.
“I- uh, I think you’re good now…” she whispers.
He turns to look at her over his shoulders, brow raised in amusement.
“Sure? Nothin’ else?” He asks.
She nods her head and clears her throat, “Yeah. All clean.” She gives a tight nervous smile. She awkwardly pats his shoulder.
He gives a soft chuckle and turns to face her.
“You’re really red ya know?” He says with a lopsided smile.
She pouts up at him and crosses her arms over her chest, in mild irritation but also in a failing attempt to cover herself, feeling a little self-conscious.
It’s hard to not feel that way when someone who literally does acrobatics everyday is standing naked in front of her, with his ripped back muscles and toned arms… she has to stop looking. She shuffles a bit uncomfortably.
“The water’s just really warm…” She scoffs a bit and grabs a different clean rag and throws it at him. “Just wash my back please.” She mumbles turning around.
He just shakes his head and places his large hands firmly on her round hips, leaning down and resting his head on her shoulder. He presses a soft kiss to her cheek.
“Ya cute when you act like you’re not flustered by me.” He says cheekily.
She groans but doesn’t move away from him or his touch.
“See? Don’t even have a comeback, ya speechless.” He grins and kisses her neck.
It sends a shiver down her back, “Just wash my back please spider boy.” She mumbles with a small grin on her face.
He removes himself off of her and grabs the wash cloth and the soap from above.
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop teasing.” He says and starts to gently wash her back.
She hums in comfort and rolls her head to the side. Relaxing under his touch. One hand is working the wash cloth slowly up and down her back. His other hand is gently massaging her shoulders, going down her arms, and traveling down to her hips where he continues to kneed her skin.
She’s melting against his hands, moaning a bit from the ministrations. The hot water against them, his large hands pressing against her, she’s so comfortable she could easily just fall asleep like this.
Her eyes are closed and her head is lolled a bit to the side.
He presses into her shoulder and she releases a deep moan from her throat, one that makes her eyes fly open in embarrassment.
“Careful, gonna tease me too much with those noises.” He murmurs holding onto to her soft hips tightly.
“Christ, what were you a masseuse in another life?” she says with a dreamy sigh, turning to face him.
He lifts his hands up and wiggles his long fingers, “Magic hands.”
She snorts and shakes her head.
She leans against him and wraps her arms around him in a loose hug, “I’m sleepy.”
He pulls her to him, laying his head on top of hers, “Yeah? Wanna cuddle?” he murmurs.
“Absolutely. Let’s finish before the water get’s cold.” She says excitedly.
They finish quickly, the water turning ice cold making them rush. She grabs one of her big towels and wraps it around both of them. They wipe each other down, drying off quickly.
Hobie puts on a pair of clean boxers he had shoved away in MJ’s underwear drawer. MJ slides on a sports bra and matching panties.
Hobie places his hands around her waist, pulling her soft body to his and nuzzling his face into her shoulder. He hums in contentment.
She just pats his arm and starts walking to her room, him right behind her, awkwardly waddling along.
MJ flops them onto her bed and she curls into a ball, Hobie’s arms still encapsulating her.
He kisses her shoulder a few times before he lets go to grab her large and fluffy duvet to cover them. He lays on top of her, smiling broadly, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. He settles his head on her chest.
She wraps her own arms around his shoulders, legs wrapping around him as well.
She sighs happily and closes her eyes. Listening to the sounds of them breathing. They fall asleep wrapped up in each other and fall into a blissful sleep.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
MJ groans a bit, squeezing her eyes tight. Too loud and too early.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
This time it’s enough to wake her and it’s ungodly early for someone who went to sleep at four in the morning. A sad whimper escapes her mouth. She shoves her face into Hobie’s shoulder.
“Fuckin’ hell is that?” she hears him groan, voice a deep sleepy tremor.
“I don’t know… I’ve never had a problem with my neighbors before.” She whines.
“Maybe if we ignore it, they’ll stop.” He whispers, wrapping his arms around her tightly pulling her closer.
The banging continues, somehow, getting louder.
“Why, what have I done to deserve this suffering?” She murmurs sleepily.
“I’ll get it, just go back to sleep.” He says and kisses the top of her head.
“Hurry back, I’ll get cold.” She fake whines with a laugh.
“Oh, piss off, you’ll be passed out.” He teases her back shoving her off playfully.
She hears Hobie shuffle to her door and she feels herself ease up as the banging finally ends. She sighs and wraps the blankets around herself tighter, finally, some peace.
Then she hears the shrill and piercing voice of her worst fear.
Stomping footsteps towards her door.
Her eyes fly open and she wonders how bad it would look if she flung herself out the window topless.
She doesn’t have enough time to decide before her door is flung open and she’s face to face with someone she hasn’t seen in ages.
“¡Dios! ¡Qué estás haciendo holgazaneando con un hombre medio desnudo! Pensé que te crié mejor.”
MJ groans and sits up, holding the blanket over her chest, and looks at her mother standing in her doorway.
She sees Hobie’s head peaking behind her and looking at MJ in confusion.
This, this is what her gut was warning her about. Why her nerves were so fried. She always got that weird feeling when her mother was involved.
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Banned From Dover (Temeraire Filk)
so turns out posting about my filk frustrations got the rhymes to unstick somewhat. It helps that the first and last two verses are ripped from the original wholesale, with only as many changes as are needed to make it setting-appropriate. The rest of it might still get tweaked when I put it on AO3, but for now:
When we flew into Dover Town in need of R & R
The crew set out investigating brothel, pub, and bar
We had high expectations of their hospitality
But found they were no friends to aviators such as we
Chorus:
And we're banned from Dover, every one
Banned from Dover just for having a little fun
We spent a jolly ground leave there for just three days or four
But Dover doesn't want us anymore
Our dragon’s aims were complex and his methods dramatized
We found him with conspirators of every breed and size
The ministry was on the way—we had to get out fast
At least this little uprising’s less bloody than the last
Chorus
Young Roland’s not the captain’s child; or at least so she claims
But she’s got that same stubbornness a runnin’ through her veins
Her chaperone swore upon her god she’d not be left behind
And now they’ve shot a dozen men—and neither changed her mind!
Chorus
Our unlucky first officer got his own dragon egg
She decks him out in jewels and gold no matter how he begs
They robbed him here of every stitch; at least the day was warm
He came back with new bruises in a borrowed uniform!
Chorus
The admiral’s at Dover and she was looking for a lay
She found our captain ‘fore he was arrested for the day
She flew home on Excidium with a bright and cheerful heart
And the poor captain was scandalized with what he’d taken part
Chorus
Our runners and our middies soon found themselves in a bind
Whilst borrowing a courier whom they thought wouldn’t mind
They stole a dozen casks of wine from a boat they nearly sunk
And now all Dover knows to fear a dragon getting drunk
Chorus
Our Captain was a navy man; his private life is quiet
The admiralty arrested him for inciting beasts to riot
We found him in the covert jail, broke in and pulled him free-
Intact except for honor, and half his memory
Chorus
Our dear guide speaks the dragon tongues; the ferals speak right back
He took some down on leave with him and we thought they’d learned some tact
'Til the local gang of herdsmen wrote and cursed upon his name
They said they’d lost a hundred head of cattle when he came!
Chorus
A crew of frenchmen landed, and nobody seemed to care
They marched into the nearest bar to announce that they were there
Half our crew had cards inside, and invited them to play
But the frenchmen only looked at us, and turned and ran away
Chorus
Our crew is the corps’ finest, and our dragon is our pride
And where we go we tend to leave a trail a mile wide
We're sorry about the treason and the riots and the fuss;
At least we're sure that Dover won't be quick forgetting us!
Chorus
...Wonder why?
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Perc'ahlia Week Day 2: Darkness/Legacy
day 2 of @percahliaweek! ngl this one got away from me. also available on ao3!
BOOM.
Percy jolts upright, eyes straining in the darkness. Only by the sliver of moonlight peering through the heavy drapes is he able to see Vex beside him, shoving herself up from her own pillow. "Was that—"
"A gunshot." Saying the word out loud kicks something inside Percy into gear, and he twists around to fumble for his glasses on the nightstand.
"Oh gods." Vex throws back the covers. "The kids."
They hurl themselves out of bed, hurtle toward the door, Vex pausing only to snatch her dressing gown from where she'd hung it on one of the bed's posters. Still, she's faster than he is, doesn't have the aging knees that he has. Without discussing it, they split up once they reach the wing of the castle that houses the children's bedrooms. Percy gets to Danny's room first, and when he creaks the door open, the low lights from the hall sconces light up the riot of curls on his pillow. He closes the door just in time for the one next door to open.
"Dad?" Vesper rubs at her eyes, her hair braided over one shoulder exactly the way her mother taught her.
"Go back into your room."
"Did I hear a gunshot?"
Before Percy can answer, Vex is there, her face drawn. "Gwen's fine, but the twins' rooms are empty."
The shadows pull long as her words settle onto his shoulders like a mantle. The twins are gone. There was a gunshot. Percy can feel each and every heartbeat in his throat. Vesper's face is pale as her hair. Percy tries to regulate the tremble in his hand as he grips onto his eldest's shoulder, but he's sure she can feel it when he says, "Please stay here and keep an eye on them." He watches the resolve harden in her eye, her spine every inch her mother's. She nods.
They can hear them now, the roused guards within and without, but they simply cannot wait. Percy and Vex tear back to their bedroom, each yanking on boots and grabbing the weapon that, even all these years later, is never far from hand. They must pass three dozen guards before they make it to the grand foyer, where Captain Leore is waiting for them. "Lord and Lady de Rolo, scouts report the gunshot came from the Parchwood on the western edge of the castle grounds."
"Search the castle from top to bottom for the twins," Vex commands, her voice a godly echo among the marble. "They're unaccounted for. We're joining the hunt outside."
There is no argument, not when the Lady of Whitestone speaks. The captain ducks his head in a bow and is off, instructing the surrounding guards to begin the tossing of Castle Whitestone. Percy shares one more look with his wife—he is equal parts terrified and admiring, and he hopes she can tell them apart—before they shove out together onto the sprawling blue-black lawns of the castle grounds.
The moon is waning, hardly brighter than the surrounding stars, so they charge forward in inky darkness. She can see better than he can, of course, so he lets her take the lead. She's also far more intimately familiar with these woods at this point, spending so much time with the Grey Hunt as she does, so when they reach the treeline and what little light they had is swallowed wholly by the thick canopy above, he relies on the sound of her footsteps over the leaf litter to figure out where she's going.
It's torturous, this hunt, when Percy can see nothing and has no idea what he's hunting. He should have stayed inside, should be helping search for his missing children, but he knows, he knows they're not in there, the way he knows the weapon in his hand, the way he knows the woman in front of him, and so he inches forward, waiting, hoping for—
"Don't move!" Vex's sharp command is punctuated by the familiar creak of her bow being raised, and Percy whips his own pistol into the air, even though he has no clue what to aim for. There's a distant crunch of footsteps, one, then another, and then a small, "Mum?"
"Wolfe!" And then Vex is running, and Percy is lost. He tries to stumble after her, but she's too quick, too consumed with asking their son a thousand questions at once. "Are you hurt? What are you doing here? Did you hear the gunshot? Where is your sister?"
"Vex'ahlia." Percy hates that he has to ask, but he is blind.
Vex sniffs. "Right, sorry darling." There's some fumbling, and then Vex, more at home in the woods than he think she'll ever be in a castle, lifts up the small torch she's made of fallen twigs.
She's standing just a few yards away, next to Wolfe, who is dressed in dark clothes and who, Percy can see now, has blood on his hands. His stomach swoops low, a high buzz of panic in his ear. He charges forward, grabs Wolfe by the arm. "Where is your sister?"
The boy—for gods' sake, he is just a boy, a kid, scarcely out of leading strings—swallows hard, then whispers, "There was an accident." Before Percy can pass out, Wolfe continues, "Follow me."
Then he spins, breaking out of Percy's grasp—just a boy, but then, Percy is no longer young himself—and charging deeper into the Parchwood. Percy can't even look at Vex as they follow, can't see the terror in her eyes that courses through his own veins. There was an accident. Is this fate, then? An accident, one twin ripped from the other, a lifetime of absence, a limb severed—
"Le, I found them!" Wolfe crashes to the forest floor behind a massive oak, and Percy and Vex come around, hearts racing and breath short, to see their daughter slumped against the roots, her wild dark curls matted and filled with debris, both hands clutching her side. Beside her, one of the Rifle Corps' weapons glints threateningly in the light from Vex's torch.
"Holy shit!" Percy barely has the wherewithal to catch the torch that Vex launches at him as she collapses to Leona's side. He watches blood gurgle up between Leona's fingers, her face pale and expression weak. "Darling, look at me."
"Hey, Mum," Leona says with a halfhearted smile. "Funny seeing you here."
"It's alright, dear, I've got you." Vex gently pries Leona's hands away, humming apologetically when she hisses in pain, and then settles her own fingers over the wound. Within a few seconds, Vex's magic works its way into her skin, the edges stitching themselves back together.
Leona lets out a big sigh, her eyes sliding shut. "That...that helps."
Vex's arms snatch Leona up, clutching her to her chest. "You scared the shit out of us, both of you."
Wolfe starts to stammer, an apology, an explanation, Percy's not sure, but he doesn't get the chance to say anything, because Percy grabs him by the collar and shoves him mercilessly against a nearby tree. "Are you fucking proud of yourself?"
"D-Dad, I—"
Percy brings the torch close to his face, so the heat makes sweat bead along his brow, so he can see the fear and shame in his eyes. "Where did you get it?" Wolfe's completely blanched, his mouth gaping like a fish's. "Answer me!"
"I took it!"
The torch light dances as Percy's hand shakes. "Percival..." Vex's warning does little to pacify him. "And what, just decided to shoot your sister?"
"Dad, it was my fault." From behind him, Percy can hear Leona try to straighten up, but Vex fusses to press her back down. "I tried to take it from him, it's my fault we were tugging over it—"
"I just wanted to try it out, I swear I didn't mean to do anything, I was gonna put it back in the morning—"
Wolfe is fully sobbing now, and he should be. A few inches in, and there is a new de Rolo to add to the crypt beneath Castle Whitestone. A few inches in, and Wolfe lives the rest of his life knowing the exquisite agony that his mother will carry with her to her grave.
He tightens his fingers in Wolfe's shirt. He wants to explode, to set the Parchwood ablaze, to search each and every square inch of Exandria until he has recovered the last of the evil he has wrought upon this world. His daughter almost died tonight, at the hands of her brother, with one of the weapons that Percy himself built.
"This is my fault." He lets go of Wolfe, who shrinks down against the tree trunk, his dark eyes, his mother's eyes, wet and wide. "This is my legacy. Both of you." He turns to look at Leona, who's crying now as well, before looking down at the gun on the ground, so silent and still. "That too. I thought maybe I could pick and choose. If I brought enough good into this world, I could eclipse all the bad I created." He steps away from Wolfe to pick up the gun, quickly spilling all of its remaining ammunition onto the forest floor before tucking it into the pocket of his pajama trousers. "We can discuss the ways your lives will be miserable for the foreseeable future in the morning. For now..." He shoves the torch at Wolfe, who scrambles to take it. "Come on, let's get home."
He's still trembling as he and Vex lift Leona to her feet. The wound is healed, but she's still sore. She's too big for Percy to carry now, or maybe he's too old, but either way, she has to walk with one arm around each of her parents' necks, and it is a slow, limping walk back toward the castle.
Wolfe leads the way, lighting the path so Percy can see where he's going. When there's a bit of space between them, Leona turns her head to whisper, "It really was an accident, Daddy. It's no one's fault."
He offers her what smile he can, because she, too, is just a kid, and she doesn't know that she's wrong. There is so much fault, so much blame to go around, but it is late, and it can wait until later.
"Don't worry about it now, cub." He kisses her cheek. "I'm just...very happy you're okay."
"Me too."
He tightens his arm around her, feels the even in-and-out of her lungs, and prays to whichever god is listening that the lights of his life are never snuffed out by his legacy of darkness.
#percahliaweek#percahliaweek23#critical role#critical role fic#cr fic#my fic#vox machina#vox machina fic#perc'ahlia#perc'ahlia fic#perc'ahlia week
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My Tachizaki Playlist
(A/N: I know a lot of these songs are from Heartstopper but I think that that show really fits Tanizaki’s vibe, so here we are. Also thanks so much to @coraline06 for all the suggestions. I haven't listened to them all, but I turst you so I included them here.)
Bang bang - Jessie J, Ariana Grande, Niki Manaj
Blow - Ke$ha
Blow My Brains Out - Tikkle Me
Burn - Ellie Goulding
Call You Mine - Chainsmokers
Choke - I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME
Clearest Blue - CHVRCHES
Close To You - Dayglow
Cold Water - Justin Beiber
Dark Red - Steve Lacy
Don't Blame Me - Taylor Swift
Feel It Still - Portugal. The Man
Freaks by Surf Curse
heart - flor
Holding Out For A Hero - Adam Lambert
I’m a mess - Bebe Rexha
Just Dance - Lady Gaga
LUCID - Rina Sawayama
My Own Person - Ezra Williams
Outrunning Karma - Alec Benjamin
Play with Fire - Sam Tinnesz
Riot - Hollywood Undead
Runnin’ - Adam Lambert
She's Crazy but she's mine - Alex Sparrow
Sorry Not Sorry - Demi Lovato
Starships - Niki Minaj
Telephone - Waterparks
Tension - Kylie Minogue
That’s My Girl - Fifth harmony
This feelings - The Chainsmokers
Uptown Funk - Against the Current & Set It Off
Want Me - Baby Queen
What’s It Gonna Be? - Shura
Why Am I Like This - Orla Gartland
Work from Home - Fifth Harmony
#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs#bsd#tachiharaxtanizaki#tachizaki#tanihara#tachitani#midwinter snow#tanizakixtachihara#bungou stray dogs playlist#bungo stray dogs playlist#playlist#tachizaki playlist#tanihara playlist#tachitani playlist#bsd playlist
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Not Again
@romirola whispered “Milo hurt/comfort fic?” in my ear like a biblical temptation and I was simply incapable of resisting.
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“Hey baby! I’m...” I trailed off as my instincts twinged. “... home...”
Milo was slumped, half-conscious, on the couch. Several open wounds were seeping into the upholstery.
“Oh my God—Milo!” I exclaimed, rushing over, dropping my work backpack, and grabbing at him. “Oh God. Not again. Milo? Milo, baby, c’mon, look at me!” I tried to straighten his lolling head but it was too heavy for his neck. His eyes were cloudy and half-lidded and looked through me, rather than at me.
“Swee... ha...?”
“Yeah. Yeah, baby. It’s me.” I pushed his hair out of his face—trying to ignore where it was matted with blood. “It’s me. I’m here.”
“Mmm... here,” he mumbled.
I inspected him, tugging at his shirt hem and moving the tears out of the way. “The hell did you pick a fight with? An Old Blood?” I muttered.
He tried to shake his head, but his chin just rolled over his chest slightly to one side before flopping back down, following the pull of gravity. “Mm-mm,” he disagreed.
“Okay... this one looks like the worst where most of the blood loss is happening. I’m sorry, baby.”
“So’y f’ wh—YOWCH!” he yelped as I healed the wound, eyes flying open and clarity returning to them as he straightened up. If for only just a moment. “Do you ever heal gentler than takin’ a sledgehammer to the wounds?!”
I didn’t rise to that bait. He was too injured for an argument about my healing magic. “Your mother’s lessons proved unsuccessful,” I grumbled as I found another hefty gash—this one in the soft tissue on his leg, but thankfully missing the important arteries. “On three, okay?” I put my hand over the wound. “One—” And healed it while Milo cried out.
“What happened to three?” he growled even as his head tilted dangerously far forward. His clarity was fading again.
“Hurts less when it’s a surprise, right?”
“No,” he retorted half-heartedly.
“What did you fight with?”
“W’ you b’lee m’ ‘f I said... Ash?”
I snorted. “No.” I moved to kneel on the couch and brought him forward to check his back, resting his forehead against my shoulder. He hummed and flopped a heavy arm across my back, nuzzling into me. “Ash doesn’t leave cuts this bad. Bruises maybe, but not blood. He can beat you in a fight but he does it would leaving you like this.”
“Hmm.”
“Why don’t you want to tell me?”
He tried to stick out his lower lip in a pout, but it didn’t go out as far as it usually did. “Y’ll yell... a’ m’...”
“I’m not going to yell at you.”
Milo took a belabored deep breath and sighed. “It was... a grizzly bear.”
I snorted and healed another gash, watching the clouds in his eyes fade. “No it wasn’t,” I said.
“Yeah-huh!”
“No, baby. It was not a grizzly. The only bears in California are black bears.”
“You don’t know that,” Milo muttered.
I smiled and kissed him, healing the split in his lip from where mine touched his. “Yes, I do. I’m an Investigator. Sometimes our cases take us out into the woods around the city, remember? We’ve got wildlife training. More formal than yours, I’m sure, but yours comes from pack experience and—hold up. How did you cross paths with a bear? What were you doing?”
Milo’s mouth gaped open and shut like a fish several times while he seemed to be coming up with the right words to say. “I...”
“Milo Greer, don’t you dare lie to me,” I threatened.
“You said you wouldn’t yell.”
“I’m not.” Indeed, I hadn’t raised my voice. Just made sure it was firm.
He glowered at the technicality. “I was out runnin’ with Ash and Tanker—”
“Enough said,” I interrupted. “How’d those two fare?”
“Well... let’s jus’ say Sam’s pro’lly readin’ the riot act right about now. Asher’s mate’ll jus’ be happy all Ash got was a cut on the arm.” Milo grunted and shuffled on the couch, stretching out the crick in his neck. I put a hand over his ribs. He caught my wrist and moved it away from them before I could heal it.
“Baby—what—” I started to protest.
He shook his head. “‘M not lettin’ you burn yourself out over me.”
I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t use any magic at work today. I have plenty,” I replied. He shook his head a little harder, not meeting my eyes. “Milo.” My warning tone made him avoid my gaze even more fervently. Pulling a face, I phased through his grip and planted my hand back on his ribs, healing the gash before he could snatch me away again.
“Sweetheart—”
“Hey. You always say I’m your mate to justify you taking better care of me than I want. Well guess what, Greer? That goes both ways. You’re not just my boyfriend. You’re my mate too. So shut up and let me heal you.” I blinked. “Except don’t shut up because I like hearing your voice.”
He finally met my eyes. There was a softness in his grey irises that I only ever saw when he looked at me. Milo was a tough guy who’d never been afraid of his emotions—but he had a short fuse on his temper and it ignited pretty easily. The only times I saw him genuinely soft and gentle were when it was just him and me. He tended to be gentle to the youngest members of the pack, but he had nothing against chucking a teenager into David’s pool or onto a sofa if they were getting too rowdy.
For Milo to have that look on his face that he was giving me, he and I had to be alone.
“You’re too damn sweet to me,” he said quietly.
“Just as much as you are to me,” I replied, shuffling on the sofa so we were sitting beside each other rather than me kneeling, facing him. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer to me. He rested his head on the space between my shoulder and chest and heaved a sigh as I reached for the last big wound.
Once he was healed—with a melodramatic whine—his muscles loosened up under my roving fingers. “Your healin’ magic still bites,” he grumbled.
“I know. I’m trying. Problem was, my professor for full certification always emphasized effectiveness and efficiency over finesse. He told us it was more important to get the job done than to make it feel painless. And I never got taught how to... heal gently.”
Milo “Hmph”ed, but nuzzled against my chest. “Maybe if my ma’s tips didn’t work, you could ask Sam? I mean, he’s the one with all the fancy-ass education and shiny certification.”
“If the situation ever comes up, I’ll ask,” I promised, tightening my hold around his shoulders to get him to snuggle closer to me. It worked.
“Don’t you have that group chat with all-a you non-shifter mates?”
“Yeah... Sam asked to be removed from the main one three days in. We have a separate one with him where the other three of us... chill out a little.”
That made him laugh. “I wish that surprised me. But honest-to-God, the three-a you are menaces together.”
I shrugged. “We’re friends. I’d think you, Ash, and David would be happy that we get along.”
“We are. But, damn Sweetheart, I can’t blame Sam for not wantin’ to be part-a the main group chat.”
I snickered. “Me neither. I could hear his blood pressure rising from the other side of the city after David’s mate made a... particularly dirty innuendo.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.”
I rubbed his arm.
We sat on the couch for a while. Milo was half-conscious from all the healing magic and didn’t notice—or, at least, protest—when I used scouring magic to clean his blood off the upholstery.
“Want me to make some dinner?” I asked softly.
“Meh.” He shrugged half-heartedly.
“Wanna just stay right here?”
“Heh.” He snuggled closer to my side.
“Okay. But just for a little bit. I’m starving.”
“Okay.” He nodded against my chest.
“I love you baby.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
“Did you know you’re my favorite person in the whole world?”
“Really?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Awww. I must be so lucky. Luckiest wolf.” He leaned up and kissed me. We both ignored the blood still on his lips.
“Then I’m the luckiest Stealth.”
He chuckled breathily and put his head back on my chest.
Within seconds he was asleep again, cooing softly.
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Tag list: @zozo-01 @thegoldenlittlerose
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Here's the Playlist of my Ballads Special Tonight's Show!
I hope you liked it!
Stormwitch-Rondo ala Turca
Alice Cooper-Run down the Devil
Bad Moon Rising-Rivers Run Red
Aerosmith-Road Runner
Prisoner-Dead End – II – Orig. Release 2001 – Re-Release 10.11.23
Bon Jovi-Always Run to you
Damn Yankees-Runaway
The Gems-P.S.Y.C.H.O. - Phoenix – 26.01.24
Bai Bang-Runaway
Def Leppard-Run Riot
Domain-Keep Running
Gary Moore-Run for Cover
H.E.A.T.-Living on the Run
Journey-Together we Run
Lee Aaron-Runnin' from the Fire
Dust Bolt-Burning Pieces – Sound & Fury 2024
W.A.S.P.-Running wild in the Streets
U.D.O.-Run for Cover
Therion-Ayahuasca – Leviathan III – 15.12.23
Yngwie J. Malmsteen’s Rising Force – On the Run again
Within Temptation-And we run
Saxon-Running Hot
Savatage-On the Run
Running Wild-Running Blood
Primal Fear-Running in the Dust
Kissin’ Dynamite-Run for your Life
Jon Oliva’s Pain-Nowhere to Run
Axel Rudi Pell-Slaves on the Run
Blind Guardian-Mister Sandman
#hard rock party#hard rock#youtube#rockchicks radio#rock#rock of ages#rock music#rock n roll#rock party#classic rock#garage rock#heavy metal#rocknroll#heavy metal maniac#metal#metal music#speed metal#progressive metal
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Playlist I have made for my favourite characters: Eddie Munson
Fear of the dark- Iron maiden
The trooper- Iron Maiden
Can I play with madness? - Iron Maiden
Powerslave- Iron Maiden
Breaking the law- Judas Priest
Electric eye- Judas Priest
Painkiller- Judas Priest
One- Metallica
Seek & destroy- Metallica
Whiplash- Metallica
Master of puppets- Metallica
… And justice for all- Metallica
Harvester of sorrow- Metallica
Fight fire with fire- Metallica
Creeping death- Metallica
Battery- Metallica
Iron man- Black Sabbath
War pigs- Black Sabbath
Paranoid- Black Sabbath
The wizard- Black Sabbath
Children of the grave- Black Sabbath
Symptom of the universe- Black Sabbath
N.I.B- Black Sabbath
Mr. Crowley- Ozzy Osbourne
Bark at the moon- Ozzy Osbourne
Believer- Ozzy Osbourne
Crazy train- Ozzy Osbourne
Diary of a mad man- Ozzy Osbourne
Holy diver- Dio
Rainbow in the dark- Dio
Caught in the middle- Dio
Sacred heart- Dio
Rock ‘n’ roll children- Dio
Ace of spades- Mötorhead
Overkill- Mötorhead
We are the road crew- Mötorhead
Back at the funny farm- Mötorhead
Tornado of souls- Megadeath
Symphony of destruction- Megadeath
Holy wars… the punishment due- Megadeath
Big city nights- Scorpions
Over the wall- Testament
Angel witch- Angel witch
I was made for lovin’ you- Kiss
Still of the night- Whitesnake
Fighting the world- Manowar
Assault attack- Michael Schenker Group
Lay it down- Ratt
Girls, Girls, Girls- Mötley Crüe
Runnin’ with the devil- Van Halen
Hot for teacher- Van Halen
Riding the storm- Running Wild
Swords and tequila- Riot
Breadfan- Budgie
I hope you like this playlist. This might be a thing I do more often. Maybe a series of sorts I’m not sure. I can just imagine Eddie listen to all this songs jamming out to them in his room. These songs just give me Eddie vibes and I’m here for it. Maybe these are new songs you can listen to and give them a try, maybe you could make a Eddie playlist with these songs. I have seen a few people make playlists like these and I wanted to give it a try. Please tell me if I did good or not. If you wanna request a playlist I think a character would listen to drop it in the comments of this post ad I will give it a go.
#help i love them#help im obsessed#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#stranger things#im a simp#i’m a simp#hard rock#classic rock
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I was tagged by @daveslutstaine Thanks!!
Rules: Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs then tag ten people. No skipping!
1. Metal Health (Bang Your Head) - Quiet Riot
2. (Don’t Fear) The Reaper - Blue Öyster Cult
3. Sympathy for Destruction - Megadeth
4. Runnin’ Down a Dream - Tom Petty
5. Tears Are Falling - Kiss
6. Another Brick Wall pt 2 - Pink Floyd
7. Rock N’ Fantasy - Bad Company
8. You’re the Inspiration - Chicago
9. A Hard Day’s Night - The Beatles
10. Sunshine - Alice In Chains
I tag @robhalfordstitties @baycitystygian @jaralice-777-sgrunge @misery-and-hell @thisismykindalove @80srocknroller
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Best Phineas and Ferb Song Tournament: Round 1 (Part 2/2)
April 2
Ain’t Got Rhythm vs. Corndog Jingle
Punky Momo vs. You’re Going Down
My Cruisin’ Sweet Ride vs. Candace
Aren’t You a Little Young? vs. What Does He Want
Tatooine vs. Doofenshmirtz’s Basement
You’re Not Ferb vs. Rusted
Lies vs. Deep into Your Mind
Rollercoaster vs. Surfin’ Asteroids
Blueprints vs. I Want Nothing
Flying Fishmonger vs. Don’t Look Down
Ferb Latin vs. Fly on the Wall
My Ride From Outer Space vs. Ducky Momo Theme Song
Kick It Up A Notch vs. Battle Song
Mysterious Force vs. Charmed Life
Mobile Mammal vs. My Name is Doof
Quirky Worky Song vs. Little Brothers
Doofenshmirtz’s Jingle vs. Sunshine and Bubble Gum
Buford is in Trouble vs. He’s Eviler
Alien Heart vs. Danville for Niceness
What’cha Doin’? vs. Izzy’s Got the Frizzies
S.I.M.P. vs. Dancing in the Sunshine
He’s a Bully vs. Let’s Take a Quiz
Perfect Day vs. Bouncin’ Around the World
Disco Miniature Golfing Queen vs. Rock Climbing Wall
Drusselstein Driving Test Waltz vs. I Want to Be Cool
Happy Evil Love Song vs. Humiliating Stumblegimp Dance of Contrition
Fish Out of Water vs. Pic-A-Nic Bust
Rubber Bands, Rubber Balls vs. Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow
Hail Doofania! vs. Yellow Sidewalk
Floor After Floor vs. When You’re Small
Christmas is Starting Now vs. Brick!
Perry the Platypus vs. Rebel, Let's Go!
April 3
Gitchee Gitchee Goo vs. Snacks
Straight Up Bust vs. A-Prime Calypso
A-G-L-E-T vs. Van Stomm’s Rule One
In the Empire vs. Extraordinary
Kick My Way Right Into Her Heart vs. Doof 101
Boat of Romance vs. Such a Beautiful Day
Hey Ferb! vs. Breakin’ Out
Carpe Diem vs. Jetpack Volleyball
Frenemies vs. Red Rubber Boots
Phinedroids and Ferbots vs. Mid-Life Crisis
Hemoglobin Highway vs. J-Pop
Not So Bad A Dad vs. Girls Day Out
Come Home Perry vs. Meet Our Leader
Gordian Knot vs. Give Up
Pin Bowling vs. I Love You Mom
You Snuck Your Way Right Into My Heart vs. Unsung Hero
My Nemesis vs. Ring of Fun
My Evil Buddies and Me vs. We’re Back
Gotta Get Gone vs. When You Levitate
Evil for Extra Credit vs. In the Mall
Sith-Inator vs. Bee Song
Elementary vs. Spa Day
Little Bit of Home on the Road vs. X-Ray Eyes
Brand New Reality vs. Perrytronic
Me, Myself, and I vs. We Wish You a Merry Christmas
Runnin’ from Love (in a Bear Suit) vs. Platypus Fight
Mexican-Jewish Cultural Festival vs. Summer All Over the World
Robot Riot vs. Backyard Hodge Podge
Perry the Teenage Girl vs. There’s No One I’d Rather Go Nowhere With
Today is Gonna be a Great Day vs. Silhouettes
Takin’ Care of Things vs. One Good Scare
Summer Belongs to You! vs. Whalemingo
Part 1 here!
#pnf#phineas and ferb#pnf songs tournament#phineas and ferb songs#pnf music#phineas and ferb music#dwampyverse
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Q: How will finances be handled? Warily hopeful but seen so, so, SO many zines crash and burn due to finance issues. or another mod just straight up taking the money and runnin.
A: Finances will be handled by Mod Atlass, who has done the finances for The Iida Zine (Volume One, IidaTenBros), TSUKUYOMI (Tokoyami Zine), Boku no Calendar, and Focus Network. Projects that have not yet reached preorders but are being handled the same are Let's Start a RIOT (Kirishima Zine), and WinterTide: A BNHA Winter AU zine.
We understand your concerns. Rest assured that the entirety of every mod team of these projects has Atlass's irl contact info (in case of an emergency) and there is full financial transparency with not only the mod team but the contributors accepted to the project. Preliminary finances as well as a sales tracker will be available to view by the team at request and all transactions will be carefully recorded as well.
#mha#bnha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mha zine#bnha zine#mha zines#bnha zines#aizawa#aizawa shouta#bnha aizawa#erasermic#mha aizawa#present mic#yamada hizashi#yamada#mha hizashi#bnha hizashi#hizashi yamada#shouta aizawa#eraserfam#eraserhead#eraserfamily#q&a#q&a time#q&a questions
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i'm making a mixtape with eddie's music on it called "REAL MUSIC for robin & steve" and here's what's on it:
SIDE A:
I Was A Teenage Werewolf - The Cramps
Master of Puppets - Metallica
Paranoid - Black Sabbath
Enter Sandman - Metallica
Ace of Spades - Motörhead
On Your Knees - W.A.S.P.
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap - AC/DC
Psycho Killer - Talking Heads
Ramble On - Led Zeppelin
Holy Diver - Dio
SIDE B:
Highway to Hell - AC/DC
Metal Health (Bang Your Head) - Quiet Riot
Shout at the Devil - Mötley Crüe
Jack the Stripper / Fairies Wear Boots - Black Sabbath
The Trooper - Iron Maiden
Raw Deal - Judas Priest
Hot for Teacher - Van Halen
Hells Bells - AC/DC
You Give Love A Bad Name - Bon Jovi
Under Pressure - Queen, David Bowie
Side A has more canon stuff, side B has other stuff I think he'd listen to.
Honorable mentions (songs that couldn't fit on the tape):
Be Gay, Do Drugs, Hail Satan - Super Cassette
The Witch - The Sonics
Misty Mountain Hop - Led Zeppelin
Black Dog - Led Zeppelin
Crazy Train - Ozzy Osbourne
Let There Be Rock - AC/DC
Runnin' with the Devil - Van Halen
Helter Skelter - Mötley Crüe (The Beatles cover)
Iron Man - Black Sabbath
Age of Consent - New Order
#rock n roll#mixtape#eddie munson#classic rock#classic metal#finn drabbles#REAL MUSIC for robin & steve#THIS IS MUSIC
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a deep dive into my dean winchester playlist
(this is not all of them, there’s so many zeppelin references that i might explode trying to get all of them)
as far as song choice goes, i either picked my favorites, or ones I thought applied to dean best !
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S1E01 - pilot
sam goes through dean’s cassette collection and lists mötorhead, metallica, and black sabbath
motörhead [orgasmatron / overkill]
metallica [creeping death / metal militia]
black sabbath [sabbath bloody sabbath / neon knights]
other motörhead references include… S10E22, S14E19
other metallica references include… S1E4, S4E12
other black sabbath references include… S2E18, S10E22, S11E11
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S1E10 - asylum
dean introduces himself as nigel tufnel (of spinal tap)
[stonehenge / hell hole]
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S1E11 - scarecrow
dean introduces himself as john bonham (led zeppelin’s late drummer)
[ramble on / traveling riverside blues] <- also listed as his favorite songs in S4E18
other zeppelin references include… S3E5, S5E5, S8E16, and probably like 30 others
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S1E14 - nightmare
dean introduces him and sam as “father simmons and father frehley” (gene simmons and ace frehley of kiss)
[rock and roll all nite / detroit rock city]
other kiss references include… S10E18
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S1E17 - hell house
dean recognizes the symbols drawn from a blue öyster cult record
[then came the last days of may / (don’t fear) the reaper]
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S2E09 - croatoan
the boys pose as us marshals billy gibbons and frank beards (zz top)
[gimme all your lovin / sharp dressed man]
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S3E16 - no rest for the wicked
dean uses a license with the name “hagar” (sammy hagar of van halen)
[jump / runnin with the devil]
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S4E5 - monster movie
the boys use the aliases “agent angus and agent young” (angus young of ac/dc)
[hells bells / thunderstruck]
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S4E6 - yellow fever
sam and dean use the aliases “tyler and perry” (steven tyler and joe perry of aerosmith)
[same old song and dance / walk this way]
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S5E14 - my bloody valentine
the boys use the aliases cliff and marley (famous reggae musicians jimmy cliff and bob marley)
[I Can See Clearly Now / You Can Get It If You Really Want]
[Could You Be Loved / Get Up, Stand Up]
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S8E2 - what’s up, tiger mommy?
dean introduces himself as sam as “agents neil and sixx” (vince neil and nikki sixx of mötley crüe)
[Don’t Go Away Mad (Just Go Away) / Bastard]
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S8E4 - bitten
the boys identify themselves as “special agents rose and hudson” (saul hudson (slash) and axl rose of guns n’ roses)
[november rain / paradise city]
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S8E8 - hunteri heroici
team free will uses the aliases “nash, crosby, and stills” (graham nash, david crosby, and stephen stills, famous folk rock musicians)
[I Used To Be A King / Better Days]
[Immigration Man / I’d Swear There Was Somebody Here]
[Love The One You’re With / Rock and Roll Crazies]
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In S8E17 - goodbye stranger
the boys use the aliases “tandy and lynne” (richard tandy and jeff lynne of electric light orchestra)
[Mr. Blue Sky / Telephone Line]
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S9E14 - captives
the boys use the aliases “nicks and mcvie” (stevie nicks and christine mcvie of fleetwood mac)
[Landslide / Dreams]
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S10E13 - halt & catch fire
sam and dean use the aliases “cobain and grohl” (kurt cobain and dave grohl of nirvana)
[About A Girl / Where Did You Sleep Last Night]
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S10E14 - the executioners song
sam and dean use the aliases “moore and ranaldo” (thursten moore and lee ranaldo of sonic youth)
[Teen Age Riot / Superstar]
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S10E19 - the werther project
dean goes undercover as a member of the neighborhood watch using the name dwight twilley
[I’m On Fire / Looking For The Magic]
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S10E22 - the prisoner
the sherrif finds an id using the name freddie mercury (of queen)
[the show must go on / somebody to love]
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S11E4 - baby
dean uses the alias “agent walsh” (joe walsh of the eagles)
[Hotel California / Life In The Fast Lane]
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S11E13 - love hurts
dean uses the alias “agent weller” (paul weller of the jam)
[Town Called Malice / In The City]
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S11E20 - don’t call me shurley
sam and dean use the aliases “agent greer and ehart” (billy greer and phil ehart of kansas)
[carry on wayward son / play the game tonight]
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that was a lot. the complete list is can be found here !
i should have a “deep dive into my sam winchester playlist” coming soon !
#supernatural#dean winchester#character study#characters and music go together so well in my head#spn#jensen ackles#music#putting two special interests together call me the great autismo
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rebels
a ghost crew mix - star wars rebels - arranged by ducksbellorum
radioactive - imagine dragons / reaper - silverberg / runnin' - adam lambert / revolution - the score / reckless - jaxson gamble / rebels - call me karizma / rise - skillet / riot - hollywood undead
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2020 look back: a musical compilation of events
(Each number is a significant event in the year!):
Prologue-
“Lead into Demise” Kingdom of Sorrow
“Jackboot Jump” Hozier
January –
“Disco Inferno (Australia Version)” The Trammps [OR “You Cunt” Once Human]
“I Quit” Hepburn
"(Kill Me) Ce Soir" Golden Earring [OR “WW3 Blues” Bob Dylan]
"Impeach the President" The Honey Drippers [OR “Die” Badflower]
"Sportstar" Alex G
February –
“The New Plague” Gwar
“A Woman In a Man’s World” Chaka Khan
March –
“It’s the end of the world as we know it (and I feel fine)” R.E.M
"Don't Stand So Close to Me" The Police
"Stock Market Blues" Hank Williams Jr.
April –
"Unemployed" Tierra Whack [OR "Young, Dumb, and Broke" Khalid OR “I Can’t Hug My Mama” Beth Hatchett Norwood OR “Rx (Medicate)” Theory of a Deadman]
“Another One Bites the Dust” Queen
“I saw Elvis in a U.F.O” Ray Stevens
“Locust” Machine Head
May –
"Party in the U.S.A." Miley Cyrus [OR “American Idiot” Greenday OR “Another brick in the Wall part 2” Pink Floyd OR “Disaster Party” Magic Giant]
"Lord of the Hornets" Robert Calvert
“We Didn’t Start the Fire” Billy Joel [OR “Breathless” The Corrs]
“Mr. Spaceman” The Byrds
‘Tutti Fruitti” Little Richard
June –
“Disco Inferno (USA Version)" The Trammps [OR “I Predict a Riot” Kaiser Chiefs]
"Take Me to Church" Hozier [OR “Sympathy For The Devil” The Rolling Stones]
July-
“Killing in the Name Of" Rage Against the Machine [OR “God Save Us All (Death to POP)” Sum 41 OR “Fuck Tha Police” N.W.A. OR “Bat Out of Hell” Meat Loaf]
"Mothers of the Disappeared " U2
"Rocket Man" Elton John
“Nowhere Man” The Beatles [OR “This is America” Childish Gambino]
“Hamilton” Lin Manuel Maranda
“Please Mr. Postman” The Marvelettes
“Robot Man” Connie Francis
“For What It’s Worth (1967)” Buffalo Springfield
August-
“eXplosion” Anitta, Black Eyed Peas
"Wildfire" DeTrek
"Ramblin’ Man" The Allman Brothers Band
"Zombie Zoo" Tom Petty
"Smells Like Teen Spirit" Nirvana [OR “California Love Remix” 2Pac ft. Dr. Dre & Roger Troutman OR “Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard” Paul Simon]
“Rock You Like a Hurricane” (x2) Scorpions
“7 Shots” Volbeat
“Wakanda Forever” Heiakim
September-
“Notorious B.I.G.” Biggy Smalls
“Superbug” King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard
“Sinking Ship” Cake
“I’m Going to Venus” Adam Brand
“1 Sided Love” BlackBear
“Down with the Sickness” Disturbed
“1040 Blues” Robert Cray
October-
“You give me Fever" Peggy Lee
“Runnin’ With the Devil” Van Halen
“Fly on the Wall” Bobby V
“Somthin’ Bad” Miranda Lampert
“The Hopeless Housewife” Bad Religion
“Masturbation Blues” David Allen Cole
“Live and Let Die” Paul McCartney & Wings
“Blue Moon of Kentucky” Elvis Presley
November-
“Wires” The Neighborhood” [OR “Impeach God” Dethklok]
“Four Seasons” Vivaldi
“Here Are Many Wild Animals” A Camp
“I Lost on Jeopardy” Dr. Demento/ Weird Al
“Vaccine” George Lynch [OR “Uncivilization” Biohazard]
December-
"Telescope” Arti Manchinii
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Prompt: Almost Kiss
Pairing: Hades/Persephone (Hadestown) -- Post-cannon fluff :)
“Here.”
Steam rises from the sink as Hades rinses the last dinner plate and hands it to his wife, who takes it without looking and dries it. Persephone blindly reaches for the next one, but when he doesn't hand another dish over, she looks over to his side of the sink.
“We finished?”
His reply winds up stuck in his throat as her eyes meet his under the warmth of their kitchen lights. Some ringlets have escaped her simple half-up style, framing her face with a soft glow. Dumbly, he tucks an errant curl behind her ear and smiles as she scrunches her nose in response. She’s beautiful.
“Hades?”
“Hm?” He blinks at her, lost, then looks down to their empty sink. “Oh. Yes, we’re done.”
“Right,” she says, drying her hands and handing him a towel. “Let’s go to bed then, I’m exhausted.”
Persephone leans against him to prove her point, so he sets down the tea towel and wraps his arms around her in a gentle embrace. When she looks up at him, he can’t resist kissing her forehead fondly.
“You’re beautiful.” He murmurs, so soft she barely picks it up.
“Sap,” she teases. “C’mere, you.”
When Persephone tugs on his collar, he lowers himself down to give her a proper kiss. She smiles, presses closer with a happy hum, and leans up to meet him halfway. Their noses brush, Hades brings a hand to her cheek, and—-
“Ew!” Cries a little voice from nearby. They freeze.
“Mama, that’s icky! Kissin’ makes you get cooties, ‘member?”
Macaria toddles out from the darkness of the hallway, squinting at the light and donning her favorite set of fleece, duck-print pajamas. She looks quite precious like this; half-asleep, curls mussed, and dragging her favorite stuffed animal behind.
Reluctantly, Persephone releases her grip on her husband and crosses the kitchen to their four-year-old.
“Girl, why in the world are you awake?”
“I… don’t feel good.” Macaria looks around, guiltily.
“Oh really?” Persephone scoops her daughter up, bringing her to eye level with a dramatically suspicious squint. Macaria shifts in response. “‘Cus you and Cerby both seemed just fine at bedtime, when you were runnin’ laps around our house. You sure you’re tellin’ the truth?”
“...No,” giggles their daughter. “I jus’ wanna stay up like you and Daddy. Don’t wanna sleep.”
“Silly girl, we’re going to sleep right now.”
“But I wanna stay up late like a big girl!” Macaria cries. “I wanna wash cups and spoons and stay up late an’ stuff! Please?” The little goddess whines, wriggling in Persephone’s arms.
Persephone sighs, exhausted. “Hades?”
He crosses to his wife and daughter in an instant, taking the wiggling Macaria from her arms.
“C’mon, darlin’,” he soothes, “your mama needs her rest, remember? She’s gotta sleep so she can care for herself and the baby. Don’t you give her a hard time.”
Macaria stares at Persephone’s baby bump for a moment, as if she’s already irritated with her sibling-to-be. Finally, she settles into his arms with a huff, wrapping her little arms around his neck.
“Fine. But I wanna ‘nother story If I gotta go to bed, daddy.”
“Alright.” Hades smiles as Macaria rests her head against his shoulder in surrender.
“Keep the story short and get right to sleep, you two,” Persephone instructs, taking Hades’ free hand after he’s turned out the kitchen light.
“Because if anyone wakes me in the next 8 hours, I’ll riot.”
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