#source: sixteen candles

[overheard-at-hogwarts]

Pansy: [to Draco] Would you stop feeling sorry for yourself? It's bad for your complexion.

#overheard at hogwarts #source: sixteen candles #harry potter #hp #incorrect quotes #incorrect harry potter quotes #incorrect hp quotes #pansy parkinson #draco malfoy #silver trio

[hawkinsincorrect]

Carol, to Jonathan: Would you stop feeling sorry for yourself? It's bad for your complexion.

#incorrect quotes #stranger things #source: sixteen candles #carol perkins

[incorrect-underrated-groups]

Louis: don’t be a smartass

Jahan: ok then I’ll be a dumbass

#source: sixteen candles #kingdom #louis #jahan #incorrect kingdom #incorrect qoutes #incorrect kpop qoutes

[incorrectrwdquotes]

Finbar: Don't be a smartass.

Dani: Okay, I'll be a dumbass

#rolling with difficulty #incorrect quotes #incorrect rolling with difficulty quotes #rwd #finbar #just dani #source: sixteen candles #dani has range she can be the team smartass AND the team dumbass #dungeons and dragons #dnd #overly sarcastic productions #osp

[incorrect-derry-girls]

sarah, to gerry: i'm getting a sense that the input you're recieving is very hostile, so i am.

joe, also to gerry: go to hell!

sarah:

sarah: okay. very hostile.

#source: sixteen candles #derry girls #derry girls incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #sarah mccool #joe mccool

[incorrect-bhaalspawn-quotes]

Safana: I really love Coran. He is totally enamored of me. I mean, I’ve had men who’ve loved me before, but not for six months in a row.

#submission #submitted by anonymouse #the anonymous mouse #dont mind the thing that says it was submitted by imsopopfly #thats my main and im guessing the 'submitter' changed when i edited it for format reasons #incorrect bhaalspawn quotes #baldur's gate #baldur's gate 1 #bg1 #safana #coran #source: sixteen candles

[incorrect-idolmastersidem-quotes]

Jun: Don't be a smartass.

Shiki: Ok, I'll be a dumbass.

#source: sixteen candles #jun fuyumi #shiki iseya #imas sidem #sidem #idolm@ster sidem #the idolm@ster sidem #incorrect quotes

[incorrectlooneytunesquotes]

Daffy: Very clever dinner. Appetizing food fit neatly into an interethsting round pie.

Carol: It's a quiche.

Daffy: How do you sthpell?

Foghorn: Well you don't ah say you don't spell it, son, you eat it.

#daffy duck #carol #Foghorn Leghorn #source: sixteen candles

[ciitedexcerpt]

I confess, I messed up.

#lyrics #source : a little less sixteen candles a little more touch me // fall out boy #a little less sixteen candles a little more touch me #fall out boy

[omegalomania]

so im sure everyones fully well aware of the magic 8 ball site fob is using to promote a contest to win some tickets to see them in nashville. the little 8ball widget theyve got in browser is also modeled on the physical 8ball that they had in the vip merch packages for tourdust's first leg, which is cool! but of particular note is the way that, to fill out the contest form, you have to pick your favorite fall out boy songs. and the sheer breadth of what is allowed is...interesting? it's not cohesive by any means, but it is really wild the selection of songs they have here because not all of them are fob songs. in fact, quite a few of them aren't.

i went directly to the source code and got a full list of all possible songs that you could input (which you can check for yourself by right-clicking and selecting "view source"). i'm going to list them here for archival purposes, with a few notes/explanations cause some of these are WILD.

there are 187 songs total listed.

bolded songs indicate songs that are demos or never received an official release

italicized songs are songs by other bands

underlined songs indicate songs that are covers

songs with an asterisk beside them (*) indicate they are from patrick's solo catalogue. two asterisks (**) are for pete's.

additional commentary by me will be [in brackets]

20 Dollar Nose Bleed 27 7 Minutes in Heaven (Atavan Halen) 7-9 Legendary A Little Less Sixteen Candles, a Little More "Touch Me" A Nice Myth [one of the earliest fall out boy demos, found on their first ep, and only the casette version at that] Allie* Alone Together Alpha Dog America's Suitehearts American Beauty/American Psycho (song) American Made Art of Keeping Up Disappearances As Long as I Know I'm Getting Paid* Austin, We Have a Problem Baby Annihilation Bad Side of 25* Bang the Doldrums Beat It Big Hype* Bishops Knife Trick Bob Dylan Bounce [this is a song that came out on then-Decaydance labelmates The Cab's debut record, Whisper War, which patrick produced. he has writing credit and also is credited with background vocals (and also shows up in the music video)] Caffeine Cold Calm Before the Storm Centuries Champagne for My Real Friends, Real Pain for My Sham Friends Champion Check Your Phone** Chicago is So Two Years Ago Church City in a Garden Coast (It's Gonna Get Better)* Coffee's for Closers Cryptozoology* Cute Girls* Cyanide** [this is a nothing,nowhere song that pete did some spoken word parts and backing vocals on] Dance Miserable* Dance, Dance Dead on Arrival Dear Future Self (Hands Up) Death Valley Deep Blue Love* [song patrick did for the indie short film "spell"] Demigods Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes Don't You Know Who I Think I Am? Electric Touch [the (in?)famous taylor swift song patrick featured on] Eternal Summer Everybody Wants Somebody* Explode* Fake Out Fame Less than Infamy Favorite Record Fellowship of the Nerd [this is an alternate title for world's not waiting, as far as i can tell] Flu Game Flu Game [yes flu game is listed twice for some reason] Footprints in the Snow [demo from the Llamania ep] Fourth of July From Now on We Are Enemies G.I.N.A.S.F.S. Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part to Save the Scene and Stop Going to Shows) Ghostbusters (I'm Not Afraid) Golden Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy Greed* Grenade Jumper Grow Up and Be Kids [this song is on The Cab's sophomore album Symphony Soldier, which release after they left decaydance. nonetheless, pete does have some writing credits on it. give it a listen and you'll hear for yourself in the first 10 seconds or so] Growing Up Hand Crushed by a Mallet [this is a remix of the 100gecs song of the same name; patrick did some vocals for it] Hand of God Have I Got a Gift for You* [song patrick did for the horror movie black friday] Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet Heartbreak Feels So Good Heaven's Gate Heaven, Iowa Hold Me Like a Grudge Hold Me Tight or Don't Homesick at Space Camp Honorable Mention Hot to the Touch, Cold on the Inside Hum Hallelujah I Am My Own Muse I Don't Care

I Got Nothing, But You Got Something [this is the one that really perplexes me. there's no evidence of this song actually existing, other than an unverified genius post and an article on a single fandom wiki. it is inexplicably listed here despite its very existence being questionable at best.]

I Slept with Someone in Fall Out Boy and All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me) I'm Like a Lawyer with the Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Off (Me & You) I've Been Waiting [this is technically a lil peep song with fall out boy as a feature] I've Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song) I've Got All This Ringing in My Ears and None on My Fingers Immortals Irresistible It's Hard to Say 'I Do', When I Don't It's Not a Side Effect of the Cocaine, I Am Thinking It Must Be Love Jet Pack Blues Just One Yesterday Lake Effect Kid (song) Lake Shore Drive [this is a song patrick covered on the piano at wrigley, first night of tourdust] Love from the Other Side Love Will Tear Us Apart Love, Selfish Love* Love, Sex, Death Lullabye Mad at Nothing* Miss Missing You Moving Pictures My Heart Is the Worst Kind of Weapon My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light Em Up) New Dreams [this is a bonus track on pax am days, a naked rayguns cover] Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner Novocaine Of All the Gin Joints in All the World One of Those Nights [another song from the cab's whisper war. this one has patrick doing vocals very prominently] Open Happiness [this was a huge collaborative piece done for a coca cola commercial. patrick was on it along with big names like cee lo green, janelle monae, and labelmates travie mccoy and brendon urie] Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of This Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued Parker Lewis Can't Lose (But I'm Gonna Give It My Best Shot) Past Life [llamania ep] Pavlove People Never Done a Good Thing* Porcelain* Pretty in Punk Rat a Tat Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over Roxanne Run Dry (X Heart X Fingers)* San Diego [this is a blink-182 song that patrick did some writing for] Saturday Saturday Night Again* Save Rock and Roll (song) Sending Postcards from a Plane Crash (Wish You Were Here) She's My Winona Short, Fast, and Loud Snitches and Talkers Get Stitches and Walkers So Good Right Now So Much (For) Stardust (song) So Sick [this is a song patrick has exclusively covered live, so it's a fascinating inclusion] Sober [another blink-182 song patrick did some writing for] Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year Star 67 Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea Sugar, We're Goin Down Summer Days (song) [this is a martin garrix song patrick lent some vocals to] Sunshine Riptide Super Fade Switchblades and Infidelity Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do Today The "I" In Lie* The (After) Life of the Party The (Shipped) Gold Standard The Carpal Tunnel of Love The Kids Aren't Alright The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years) The Last of the Real Ones The Mighty Fall The Music or the Misery The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes The Phoenix The Pink Seashell The Pros and Cons of Breathing The Take Over, the Breaks Over The World's Not Waiting (For Five Tired Boys in a Broken Down Van) This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race This City* Thnks fr th Mmrs (song) [for some reason the site specifies song here, despite that not being necessary. the only other times this distinction is relevant is when songs share a title with their albums, i.e. save rock and roll] Thriller Tiffany Blews Twin Skeleton's (Hotel in NYC) Uma Thurman Untitled 1 (Colorado Song) Untitled 2 (Jakus Song) [both of these are recently released tttyg era demos] W.A.M.S. We Didn't Start the Fire We Don’t Take Hits, We Write Them [this is a song that famously was only ever performed live. we don't have a studio recording or even a demo, as only live versions exist] We Were Doomed from the Start (The King is Dead) West Coast Smoker What a Catch, Donnie What a Time To Be Alive What's This? When I Made You Cry* Where Did the Party Go Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) Wrong Side of Paradise [llamania ep] XO You're Crashing, But You're No Wave Young and Menace Young Volcanoes Yule Shoot Your Eye Out

in conclusion i have no idea who compiled this list. it doesn't include every song patrick and pete have ever touched (notice the lack of gym class heroes, cobra starship, and hush sound discography) but it has a really weird selection of songs. i mean, blink songs patrick wrote on?? its bizarre.

anyway do you think if we mass request swing me by the rafters they'll have to do it

#fall out boy #tourdust #*making poasts #trying to format this conventionally BROKE THE POST so i did my best #i burned my grilt cheese typing all this up pls appreciate it #the weird break in the middle is cause otherwise it wouldnt post. mea culpa.

[unholyhelbig]

the oversight part 5? i love that series!

Title: The Oversight [Part 5/7]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Wordcount: 7589

Warnings: Blood, guns, general violence, empty threats, angst, and horrible grammar.

[A/n: Listen, I straight up just finished watching 'The Iron Claw' and if you value your ability to hold it together, I suggest not seeing it. But also... go see it because it's phenomenal. Oh, and Happy Holidays!, like with most things, I regret my direction on this.]

[ Part one | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven ]

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Softly, you denied the small wooden bowl that was passed person to person, filled with numbers scribbled haplessly on strips of paper. There was a pit of guilt in your stomach for not bringing a white elephant gift- but as the honorary plus one of Darcy Lewis you succumbed to your fate. She’d drawn a middle grade number and sidled up next to you with her third vodka tonic.

You took a swallow of your own cranberry flavored drink, something that masked the sharp taste of alcohol. You were feeling fuzzy, but in the light way that would assure you’d get through the rest of party and the competitive game of gift swapping.

“Thanks for doing this,” Darcy said to you, nudging your shoulder “it was a little too fancy for my liking.”

She had stressed that she needed your presence to get through all the small talk about science. Darcy was an expert engineer but she could only go so far when it came to awkward co-workers murmuring amongst the twinkling Christmas lights and pre-paid meals. She got along well with most, but you could sense her anxiety well.

“Of course, you know I’d never turn down smoked salmon.”

Truthfully, it sounded a lot better than what your own work was planning. It took some quiet background checks and calling babysitting references, but you eventually conceded to a teenage girl that was certified in CPR and didn’t charge interest.

Your own holiday celebration at the Diner had been lackluster and consisted of much more alcohol. This was quiet and subdued, and a welcome break from the usual chaos that surrounded your life. You were more than happy to watch people tear paper from candles and blankets and ornaments.

“How much money do you want to put on Jimmy bringing some sort of magic kit?”

You hadn’t noticed the girl that hugged the side of the bar, waving down the bartender wordlessly. She was drinking something sweet and garnished with orange. She had a beautiful smile and the clearest eyes you had ever seen. Darcy smiled at her with familiarity and it eased you.

“I don’t bet on things I’m going to lose.” Darcy said with finality. “Y/n, this is Monica Rambeau.”

“It’s nice to meet you,”

Her grip was firm, and you squeezed her hand back with the same amount of pressure. Her smile widened at that before the bartender returned with a fresh drink garnished with another twirled orange peel. The two of you separated.

“So, Monica, what do you do?”

Something in science, the answer was obvious if she was at this holiday party. But she humored you all the same, turning her back to the counter and leaning close to you. There was pride in her answer, and it bloomed in her chest.

“I’m a mechanical engineer, specializing in astrophysics and astrobiology.”

“Don’t’ sell yourself short.” Darcy interjected with a watery laugh “She’s the head of our S.W.O.R.D division.”

Darcy had spoken about this before and the name rang familiar. Her company was looking at alternative fuel sources that could supply space exploration. All the while, they focused on vertical growing and bettering the community. From what you understood, this was a big deal. She was a big deal.

“Wow, that’s very impressive Ms. Rambeau”

Your voice was filled with genuine awe, but your conversation was cut short when the number sixteen was called out. Monica sheepishly pulled herself away from the bar and held her strip of paper up before approaching the table filled with wrapped gifts. She went for a medium-sized one adorned in reindeer.

“Oh wow!” She forced a smile, voice sweet like honey “A magic kit!”

The air in your room was stale and fought you as you pulled it into your lungs. You’d, at some point, kicked off your comforter and were splayed out on your sheets in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts and an oversized shirt. Sweat hat soaked through both and the fabric clung to your skin.

On a blind instinct you grabbed at the gun under your nightstand, fastened by nothing more than duct tape. You could feel your heart in your throat and struggled to swallow it down again. You weren’t sure when this became second nature for you, something within the last two months of accompanying Natasha to the gun range for hours a time.

All the same, you held the tip of the weapon to the ground and rounded the corner of your bedroom into the dark hallway. You were unsettled from the dream you’d just had. The memory. Your subconscious had finally connected the woman who stood at Carol’s side. Her familiarity.

Monica Rambeau.

It was true, there was a stark coldness to her when you’d met at a Christmas party just the year before. It was only in passing and there were moments, like at the fair, when Darcy would mention her co-worker.

This changed things. Anxiety spiked haplessly, even as you diligently searched and cleared each room the way you had been taught. Keep your gun down, keep your eyes on the darkest corners of the room, ready to fire your weapon at any point. Especially if it was aimed at Natasha.

There was the slight movement of a shadow to your left and you quickly raised the gun, aiming it directly at the disturbance. Veronica stood on a chair in the kitchen, struggling to fill a glass with warm water, the only temperature that the faucet would allow.

You let out a quiet, mortified sigh before tucking the weapon into the waistband of your shorts. Your daughter blinked with wide eyes and that same guilty feeling flooded you at once, overtaking the anxiety.

“Baby,” You breathed, closing the distance between you and flicking on the overhead lights. You both flinched at their harshness but eventually blinked the shock away. “What are you doing up?”

You didn’t expect an answer, nor did you get one. Instead, you scooped her up under her arms and set her gently on the linoleum. There was water in the fridge, but she always had issues pouring it from the large jug. Ronnie was stubborn and shot you a frown at your intrusion.

“Don’t give me that look, kid.”

Her expression eased and you dumped the water down the drain before refilling the glass with something colder and more refreshing. Ronnie gulped it down eagerly, soaking the collar of her shirt with the liquid. She let out an appeased noise and wiped the rest of the water away from her mouth. She stood on her tip-toes and placed the glass in the sink.

“Couldn’t sleep, huh? Me either.”

You tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She blinked tiredly at you, your heart melting at the sight. It was easy to remember the words Natasha had trusted you with on the Ferris Wheel. Veronica would talk when she wanted to, but you had become quite good at reading her expressions and movements. Within the last month, you had stopped the long drives and the specialists. It eased you both.

“How about a sleepover?”

The exhaustion turned into joy and then combined within her look. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you scooped her up. She was getting too big for this, but you didn’t much care. You’d gotten stronger in the last few months and even if you hadn’t, you’d do the same.  

With a show of dramatics you tossed her onto the bed and replaced the duvet that you’d flung off. Carefully, as Ronnie’s stare averted, you placed the gun in the drawer next to your bed. The last thing you did was prop the window open, letting out the flat air and letting in the sound of the city.

Ronnie was pulled flush against your chest in a matter of moments, though you had suddenly lost all exhaustion. You listened to the sirens, to the calls of people just ending their nights. If you listened hard enough, you could hear the horns of the boats that settled into the harbor.

“I love you so much.” You whispered into the small of her neck, “One day I’m going to get us out of here.”

Veronica didn’t respond, but the squeeze her little hand gave yours was all the reassurance that you needed.

Clint swallowed down steaming black coffee without blowing on it to cool it down. The nutty scent filled the cab of the car and warmed your nerves. He drank like your daughter did, but with the purpose of waking himself up before the sun. You never did get back to sleep and were wired enough to refuse the cup he offered you this morning.

He’d knocked on your door as the orange sun moved over the horizon. You were to accompany him to the docks to check on business. This somehow seemed less intimidating than the dinner you’d attended with Natasha.

“It’ll be easy. We have a chokehold on the harbor, we just have to check with a few of the vendors to collect their dock rent and call it a day. Everything else is done under the table. People aren’t too happy because at the end of the day, we’re the ones that take money from them. But it’s a necessary evil.”

You nodded and watched as the city went by. It was peaceful, quiet. There had been a single foster home that you stayed in that had a view of the entire skyline. You were too far away to see the bustling people and the everyday chaos that accompanied it.

There were, of course, moments of calm when you would work the early morning shift at the diner. But that would always shatter by the time you made the two minute walk from your apartment to the back door that was choked with the scent of garbage and cheap cigarettes.

“We have some invitations to hand out too. In the glovebox.”

You furrowed your brow and popped it open. His weapon (or his second, or third) sat upon a stack of manilla cards with elegant writing on them that had to be done by hand. You inspected them but didn’t’ dare separate the paper.

“What are these for?”

“Nat throws a party for her benefactors every single year. It’s real fancy, a suit and tie thing. Her renters are invited too and if they have the balls to show up, they always have a good time. She makes sure of it.”

“We’re expected to attend?”

He nodded, “It’s a requirement, really. As Natasha’s right hand. You go where she goes and once your probationary period is over, you’ll be on her like glue. Though, I don’t think that’ll be much of a problem.”

You frowned at his statement, his insinuation. Sure, you had gotten close to Natasha, had even grown to like her. She had a way of getting under your skin until it felt like she lived in it. Otherwise, you would have cut your losses long ago and let her slit your throat the first moment she met you.

There was a feeling of devotion that you felt the need to uphold. She had spared your life, after all. You’d spent the last two and a half months with her guiding you, teaching you how to obey her every word. Without fault, you would. Clint knew it, Kate and Yelena knew it. You knew it.

Instead of admitting it, you frowned and slumped further in your seat, struggling to ignore Clint’s own shit-eating expression. By the time he pulled to a stop, it had started to drizzle enough for him to flick his wipers on. The sound of them scraping against the window filled the silence.

You took careful attention to stay quiet and observe. Your gun was strapped carefully to your side and the invitations rested in your side pocket. You didn’t dare get them wet and let the ink run in a soupy mess. It had been years since you’d been out here and part of you was unsteady on the aged and slick wood.

“Sam is a cool guy. His family has hold on a good portion of the harbor. He likes to joke, so don’t pay him any mind.” Clint jabbed you with his elbow. “And loosen up a little bit, would you?”

You glowered at him and rubbed the stiff spot on your ribs but felt your shoulders lower a bit. There was a lot of weight behind this, that had been made clear to you the second you were inducted into this system.

Instead of heading directly down the long stretches of worn dock, Clint took a turn just before the asphalt ended. A small structure that looked less weathered than the rest of your surroundings rested at the lots end. The windows were thick enough to withstand the watery winds.

Clint stilled his large hand shooting out across your chest. It took you a few seconds to clock the shattered glass on the front door. Small smears of crimson pocked the shards that remained. Much like the evening before, you drew your gun on instinct, and Clint did the same.

He didn’t take care to hide your presence. Instead, he took the brunt of his large boot and cracked through the doorframe with the force of one kick. Wood splintered, raining down on linoleum and a desk that was easily from the 70’s.

You could smell the blood before you saw it, nearly sliding on the flooring. You caught yourself before that happened, heart pounding in your ears. “Fuck!”

“Jesus Christ,” Clint mirrored your sentiments.

Whoever had been here was long gone, but they’d left quite the mess. They’d torn through the filing cabinets, leaving legal papers and folders scattered against the desk and the expanse of cabin space.

You tracked the source of the pooling blood with little difficulty. A man- one that you had rightly never seen before- was laying on his back, facing the ceiling. From edge to edge of his throat was a long cut leaking an ugly red color. His stare was frosty, soaked into his sweatshirt.

It was like a car crash, something that you struggled to avert your eyes from until Clint physically grasped your chin and turned your attention to him. “Hey, you alright?”

“Yeah, yes. Good.” You answered cooly, swallowing whatever dryness was in your throat. “Who would do something like this?”

“Carol… one of her lackeys. This is an eye for an eye thing.”

Even if it was an act of revenge, this was extensive. It sent a clear message even if you didn’t’ exactly know all the specifics of the feud. Of course, you’d seen Yelena at work and even that was mild compared to the brutality of this.

The thought of Monica, if it even had been her, completing a task as unfeeling as this filled your veins with ice. You felt your nails dig into your palms, soft and stinging. There was a surge of anger, and sadness that mixed into resolution. Natasha was right to despise the Danver’s family. Any family that treated the world with this much cruelty.

Natasha was in the gym on the second floor. Large windows overlooked the backyard, and a prolonged view of the harbor. There were blue mats adorning the floor, and a few wracks meant for weightlifting.

You had never seen this part of the house before. Usually the weather permitted sparring outside, but the late summer rain had made that impossible. Sheets of water obscured your usual view, though, it wasn’t exactly trained on the windows.

Natasha had her back facing you, her breathing timed evenly with each punch she threw at an 80-pound bag filled with sand. She wore tight-fitting shorts and a sports bra that left little to the imagination. Not that you had imagined her in that situation before.

Her muscles tightened and relaxed with each movement. They were scarred in a deep orchid pink, long ago healed. At one point, she was lashed. You recognized the damage done by a leather belt and shivered at the memory of it.

Natasha was fit, she was coated in a layer of sweat that dripped across her strength. You had to be clear minded for this and the state of her wasn’t making it easy on you. Her knuckles were wrapped, and she would grunt with each thrust of her fist. For just a moment, you wished you were under her mercy instead of the punching bag.  

That broke when she panted against the bag, stopping its swinging with a firm grasp on either side. “Are you just going to stand there and watch?”

Natasha had focused her green eyes on you through the reflection of the window. Of course, you hadn’t intended to gawk as long as you had. But you were leaning against the doorframe of the gym, practically drooling. You had forgotten yourself and you wouldn’t’ put it past Natasha to notice.

She turned to you, a wolfish smile on her face. “Take your jacket off. Holster too.”

You struggled to ignore the haughty expression on her face when you did exactly what she said without question, almost too eagerly, depositing them on the edge of the mat. You pushed your shoes off too, knowing not to track mud on any of Natasha’s carpets.

Her eyebrow lifted at the action. She’d moved closer during your actions, and you’d nearly run into her before noticing. Her presence was intoxicating. All-consuming.

“You’re here to tell me something,” She proclaimed “you’ve got that adorable look on your face. It’s good to know someone in this house still fears me.”

She was joking and it tugged at your heart to send that mood down to the ground before lighting it on fire. You’d expected her to be in poorer spirits after Clint had called her and let her know what had happened at the harbor. Instead, she responded in her same calculated coolness that she regarded you with now.

There was nothing about her demeanor that eased you, and suddenly, it felt like you were being scolded for a decision you had made. Even more so when she grasped your chin and forced you to look at her.

“That woman with Carol from the other night. I know her. Briefly.”

“Briefly?”

“As in, I met her at a Christmas party a few years back and… left with her.”

Natasha’s grip tightened against your chin, her thumb digging into your jaw. There was too much alcohol flowing that night and after making stinted conversation about how to disconnect two metal rings smoothly, the two of you went back to her apartment.

Before the sun came up, you left. There was shame in it, and the walk back to your own apartment punctuated with Darcy’s scolding was enough to make you forget the encounter altogether. It was one night- a fun night, but singular all the same.

Natasha let out a small noise of disapproval that sunk straight to your core. “Is that so?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Does she remember you?”

“It… didn’t seem like it.”

Her eyes narrowed, nose a short distance from your own. You could feel the hotness of her breath against your throat. How you had disappointed her. That much was clear from the lack of tenderness in her grasp. She eventually released you, trailing her fingers down the expanse of your neck.

She played with the small charm of your necklace, nothing more than a dainty gold chain with the tiniest whisper of a diamond in the center. Your skin prickled at the sensation, breath audibly catching as she worked her fingers over the length of chain.

“Well, I suppose this could be a problem. Especially with Carols violent behavior lately.”

Natasha sighed dramatically, and within an instant her nimble hand had tightened around your throat. She walked you the three steps backwards to the nearest wall. The small of your back landed with a heady thud and you used the last of your available breath to grunt out in protest.

Of course, you had seen her angry before, but it was never directed at you. Not like this. She wasn’t squeezing tight enough to injure you, not really. But the shock of the movement had made you think she would end you all the same.

“You should have come to me right away, pet.” Her grasp tightened; words growled. “And here I thought you were such a good, obedient, girl.”

Her words filled you with an immense shame for letting her down. Over the past few months, it had become impossible to be anything but perfect for Natasha Romanoff. The fact that you hadn’t connected the dots sooner was disillusioning.

The grip against your throat loosened ever so slightly as she leaned closer, her lips nearly ghosting your own. You could barely taste her, a strangled whimper escaping you. She pressed her body close. It was warm and overwhelming.

“I expect you to handle this on your own if it becomes a problem, darling.”

Before you could close the distance, Natasha pulled away from you entirely. It left you panting against the wall, wanting for something more. She knew exactly what she was doing. You craved her more than anything, and she had brought you so close to something you both wanted before denying it altogether.

Natasha sauntered, actually sauntered, across the gym and grabbed a towel from a nearby bench. She regarded you with flushed cheeks, her eyebrow raised as if nothing had just happened and you supposed that nothing did.

“Clint has told you about the party?” It took a few seconds before you found your voice, after her gentle urgings “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes ma’am. He did.”

She reached for a water bottle, exchanging it’s spot on the bench for the towel. She takes three hungry swallows, and you watched the way her throat moved in response to the water. Each of her movements seemed deliberate, nearly calculated to get a reaction out of you.

“Perfect. Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours about what to wear. I’ll lay a dress out in your room.”

“My room?” Your words were squeaked.

There was a short hum in response as she gulped down another helping of water before setting it down entirely. That anger had ebbed away from her almost entirely. The fire that had been within her eyes excited you, and despite yourself, so did her demands.

“You’re so skittish. Come here. We need to work on your lead hook.”

Natasha didn’t offer to wrap your knuckles, nor did you ask. Instead, you leaned into the bag, letting the course material cut into your knuckles with a welcoming sting.

There was great thought put into any Romanoff party that was thrown. Lights were wrapped around the banister, and caterers walked through the teems of people with unwavering silver trays of finger food that cost more than your old salary for a number of months.

Back storm doors were opened to the pool, lit up and buzzing with an equal amount of people. Natasha had hired a piano player who haplessly pressed down on keys and drew a small crowd with each song that would crescendo into the dining room.

The overlapping theme was a dark forest green that reminded you much of the paint color slathered on Natasha’s bedroom walls. Something you hadn’t seen in months, but remembered so fondly. It was clear that she wanted to present a united force, something strong and unwavering in their power.

Clint was dawned with a finely pressed suit and a deep green tie that matched the shade of Kate’s dress to the very hue. She wore something silk and modest, reaching down to her heeled feet but leaving her muscular arms entirely bare.

Yelena stunned in a dress of her own, a crushed sage velvet that had a dipping neckline and sleeves that met at her wrist. By the confidence of her stride, you had no trouble believing she had chosen the outfit with the thought of how many weapons she could conceal. Her devilish smile only confirmed your thoughts.

As of you, Natasha had picked out something a little more revealing. Much like the maroon number she wore to dinner the other night, the dress she chose for you hugged every inch of your body. Its fern color complimented your complexion, bringing out the redness of your cheeks.

A slit moved from the base of your dress to the middle of your thigh. A halter neckline clung to your breasts, nearly pushing them up and out. It had been years, high school prom, since you’d worn something even close to this. You felt your shoulders flush red when you descended the stairs and struggled to blend in.

Natasha was sidled up by the mantel in deep conversation with someone who was a stranger to you. Most of the people here were. Though, their hands gave way to their high-ranking positions in the city. Few had callouses or oil stains.

She was in a three-piece suit that was color matched to your own outfit down to the shade. There were gold accents on her jewelry and the neckline of her waistcoat dipped down the tanned expanse of her skin.

Kate let out a low whistle in response to your entrance as she offered you a hand at the base of the stairs. You’d almost missed the last one due to your shameless gawking at the woman of the party. “Quite the looker, y/n. Natasha chose this?”

“Naturally,”

She chuckled softly, a small sound “Nothing if not calculating. Do you know how to socialize at one of these things?”

“Mm, as the caterer, yes.”

This seemed to amuse her more than you’d like. Katherine Elizabeth Bishop was a name that you had reluctantly googled early on in your employment. She had grown up wealthy and well acquainted with gatherings such as these. Of course, that was before her mother wound up incarcerated for white-collar crimes. The skills seemed to benefit her here, however.

Kate did everything with practiced fluidity that you envied. She plucked two champagne glasses from a nearby tray. “Only one of these, nurse it like your life depends on it. That way they won’t keep trying to shove alcohol into your hands. This is work, after all.”

You followed her lead and took a small sip of the bubbling, sour liquid. It was more expensive than anything you had ever had before and far-from-palatable. It wouldn’t be had to keep the drinking at bay.

“The man that Yelena is schmoozing over there is Billy Russo. Jigsaw. He’s in charge of the lower quarter. The Romanoff’s and the Russo’s have a cordial relationship and Yelena is much more feared than him.”

“Why do they call him jigsaw?” You whispered.

“He tends to chop people into pieces until they’re impossible to put back together. And that’s if you find all the missing parts. He has a very nice summer home up in the Poconos, so don’t get on his bad side.”

Suddenly the drink in your hand didn’t look too bad, but you held it right where it was. Clint was laughing by the window, obviously pushing his charm on a woman that you had never clocked before. She was running her fingers up his tie, tightening it before letting her hands drop.

“Barton is with Ophelia Sarkissian, the Viper. She is known for her cunning leadership. She’s got a huge organization in Hell’s Kitchen. Something called Hydra. I wouldn’t worry too much about it though because Natasha is keeping a tight eye on it.”

“Mm, cut one head off, two more grow back.”

“What?”

“Greek mythology. Hydra is a big water snake that has nine heads. Each time one was cut off two more would grow back in its place. It was practically unkillable until Hercules came through the marshes with his nephew. Hercules would slice each head off while Iolaus cauterized the wounds so the heads couldn’t grow back.”

Kate blinked at you with shock in her eyes. You simply gave her a shrug in return. People constantly underestimated you and your intelligence. Besides, when you were a child, you had a morbid fascination with Greek mythology as a whole.

She stared beyond your shoulder, lilting her head to the side.

“I didn’t realize that Natasha’s new plaything was so knowledgeable.”

Ice ran thorough your veins. Your eyes darted to the window where Clint and Mrs. Sarkissian had once been. It was vacant now, and an expertly painted hand drummed past your arm. They were sharp and sent chills down your spine as she rounded you, sidling up next to Kate.

“Trust fund kid, leave us.”

Kate drew in a sharp breath, straightening her shoulders. She nearly opened her mouth to stay something but thought better of it before shooting you a look of apology and vanishing into the crowd in the dining room.

Ophelia was intoxicating in her presence. She towered over you and wore snakeskin heels to widen the distance. She wore a tight-fitted black dress that had cuts on either side, exposing her toned stomach to the world. What she wanted with you wasn’t clear, but her hand toyed coyly with the neckline of your own dress, adjusting it.

“Word travels fast in this city. I just couldn’t wait to see it myself. Hearing that Natasha Romanoff of all people expelled her Winter soldier for a… Summer Sentient. All seasons are temporary, I suppose.”

“Expelled?”

The word had slipped from your tongue, and you quickly thought better of it when she settled her splayed hand against your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. It was cold, unfeeling. Unlike the fire that Natasha had instilled in you earlier.

There was a demonic smile that spread across her face, both of her eyebrows lifting as she let out an exaggerated grasp. It was clear that this woman, this leader, couldn’t keep her hands to herself in any manner, including the internal affairs that she dangled in front of you like a prize.

“Oh, did Natty not tell you? She had Bucky under her thumb for years, nearly a decade. A few months back, he was just gone. There’s a lot of gossip in these streets and not much of it is plausible, but I’d put money on this one.”

 Again, her fingers danced over your collarbone. “Miss Romanoff is not known for her mercy, but after beating the Winter Soldier within an inch of his life, she let him go. He ran like any sensible man would, of course. But he left a trail of blood behind him. I’m quite sure he’s somewhere out west struggling to move in an upper body brace.”

She laughed cruelly at the look on your face. There was no use in masking it. You knew that Bucky had been absent, but through your own turmoil you had forgotten all about it. Your stomach twisted in unease. What if Natasha grew tired of you? It was inevitable, really. You’ only prolonged your fate by bending to her whim.

“Ophelia,” Natasha’s voice drew your attention first, and then the heat of her touch on the small of your back. “Have you tried the lamb?”

The woman faltered, gritting her teeth “I was about to.”

“Oh, you must.” Yelena seemed to materialize out of nowhere, looping her arm around Madame Hydra herself. She pulled with intent. “I haven’t seen you since Moscow. We need to catch up!”

“I was never in Moscow.”

“That’s a shame. I can paint you a brilliant picture.”

Their voices faded away into the rest of the party. It was then that you noticed Clint by the door, his stance stiffened. Kate glowered next to him, not following her own rule and downing the rest of her drink before plucking another off the passing tray.

You stepped out of Natasha’s grasp, not wanting to be anywhere near her at the moment. Her perfume was intoxicating. Its floral scent made you dizzy and took away your ability to think straight. It was part of the reason you had been lulled this far into complicity. It scared you that you were willing to do anything for her.

“y/n,” she urged.

“I don’t want to hear it.”

Natasha’s stare hardened. She gripped the back of your neck in a movement that would otherwise be familiar, sweet, even. However, the way she led you down the hallway made your stomach drop in a feeling of doom. “Not here, Malen'kiy krolik.”

Natasha’s office was strictly off limits, but you found yourself in the warmth of it in a matter of moments. There was no wall that wasn’t adorned with floor to ceiling bookshelves, and a large cherrywood desk was at its head. It was kept neat like the rest of the house.

There was a PHD on the wall, and an associates under that. Each bore Natasha’s name. She closed the doors behind her. Without regarding you, she went to a shelf in the back of the room, pouring herself a glass of bourbon, much like the one she was drinking when you stirred in her bed.

She swallowed it back, before pouring another. This time she sipped it. Your own back was against the far wall, heart pounding mercilessly through you. Yelling at Natasha had a lot more weight behind it than you anticipated.  

“You’re going to do the same to me.” You eventually whispered.

Her body stiffened, muscles tightening and then releasing before she turned to you, her eyes reddened. “What?”

“I’ve been entirely blind to my purpose here. I’ve never… I’ve never understood why you chose me. Why not go for someone who knows what they were doing? Who knew how to protect you and care for you? You had that with Bucky.”

Her eyes hardened. “Don’t you ever mention that name in this house.”

“It’s the truth, Natasha! You could have let me die, just like that, and you didn’t. Instead, you took me in and trained me, and for what? Just to throw me into the harbor with cement blocks chained to my ankles.”

“That is an entirely outdated practice and frankly, it’s insulting.” Her words were soul deep, but they barely broke your skin. “I would never do that.”

“A bullet through the head, then?”

“No.”

You were gaining traction enough to pull yourself from the wall and take heady steps towards her. If you didn’t do it now, you would never. Part of you was certain that you’d never see the outside of this room again. That she’d snap and do exactly what you were imploring her to.

“He served you for years and within a singular night you nearly kill him.” Your breath shook, you were so close to her now. “What is stopping you from doing the exact same to me?”

“No, no” She reached up and grasped both sides of your face. There were tears against your cheeks, something you hadn’t realized dripped from your chin. “Malyshka, no don’t cry.”

Everything had come to a head; the months of non-stop training, the pressure of keeping this side of your life away from your daughter, away from Darcy. A true friend that you had been lying to. And now, knowing that it could be all for nothing. It was easy to dispose of someone like you.

There was no reason to show weakness in front of the woman who was training you not to feel anything at all. Above everything, you found yourself ashamed. She still held your face within her grasp.

“He hurt you.” Her jaw clenched and unclenched, there was a fuzzy vulnerability in her green stare. “I can show mercy, y/n. But I’ve learned, not when it comes to you. Even before all of… this, there was something that I saw within you. Something that made what I did to Bucky all the more worth it.”

You breathed in a watery sniffing sound that was replaced by nothing but a whimper. Natasha softened even more, letting her shoulders fall. She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“He was pulling back for months, and you were the final straw. I had never seen someone so resilient, someone who didn’t beg for their life but recounted it. In a moment of weakness, I let you go. I thought that training you, that making you mine, would absolve my sins but it’s only deepened them. My feelings for you have only deepened.”

Her forehead was pressed against yours, her ministrations, and God help you, her apologies were startling. Her lips were so close to yours; you could nearly taste the liquor on her breath “Natasha,”

Suddenly, she was all you could feel. Her hand was against you back, pulling you into her body to fit directly on hers. There was such a strong guiding power to her. Your shock was muffled by her mouth on yours, your whine swallowed in moments.

You melted into her, kissing back with enough fever to leave you both breathless. There were stars dancing in your vision, you lungs burning eventually pulling you both apart. She panted twice before pecking your lips once more, you nearly chased after her.

“Fuck,” she growled “you… are absolutely delicious.”

Your cheeks suddenly heated up and you hid your face in the small of her neck, letting out a small groan in embarrassment. You felt Natasha’s laugh rumble through her.

“No need to be timid, pet. There will be plenty of time for that later.” She raked her nails up your back, “Right now, I have a snake to behead.”  

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[ditipatri]

Saturnalia is coming on soon, so I'd like to speak some more on this peculiar, interesting festive occasion.

It is an Ancient Roman holiday of abundance, feasting, and celebration of harvest, which was supposed to be over by the time the festivities began. After the farmers gathered the crops, they'd celebrate Saturn, God of seed and sowing, for His generosity and richness of the harvest.

The festival, known for its abundant feasts and the peculiar tradition of switching roles of masters and servants, has a complicated history.

The origins of Saturnalia are much of a mystery as the festival appears to be so Ancient that Roman sources mark it to be older than the city of Rome itself. Saturnalia existed in both Greek and Roman tradition, though it corresponded to the Greek Kronia, which was a similar, but not an identical festival.

Sources speak on different possible origins of the holiday: some mention the temple of Saturn, the largest of the recorded by the pontiffs, being erected in Rome, and thus starting the tradition; whereas others speak on the festival being brought from Greece. Either way, this Ancient tradition is associated with the liberation of the God of harvest.

Saturnalia was officially celebrated on December 17 and, in Cicero's ties, lasted for a week (inclusively), until December 23. The length of the celebration varied depending on the time period as Augustus shortened it to three days only for the sake of letting the civil courts stay closed for less, while Caligula extended the celebration to five days. The original festival, according to Macrobius, appeared to have lasted for only a day; fourteen days before the Kalends of January. The Julian reform shifted the date to the 17th, thus making it into sixteen days before the Kalends. Some believe that the timing for Saturnalia was symbolic, as next followed Winter Solstice, or symbolic Death of the Sun and Birth of the new one.

Regardless, even after the limiting of the festival, Saturnalia seemed to still be celebrated for a full week with the last day being dedicated to Sigillaria, named so after sigillaria, the small earthenware figurines sold in the cities on that day. The original day of celebration was in turn given to Ops, the consort of Saturn and the Deity of abundance and the fruits of the Earth. The celebration in Her honor was called Opalia, and two festivals tended to mix together with Ops' worshippers sitting down during prayer to touch Earth, mother of all.

Saturnalia involved various activities akin to feasts, parties, gift-giving, and ritual rites. The party traditionally started with the guests exclaiming, i Saturnalia, believed to be a shortening from ego tibi optimis Saturnalia auspico, or 'i wish you a happy Saturnalia'. It is believed to be one of the most delightful periods of the year and one of the most beloved Roman festivals. People went into the streets celebrating, marching, setting up shows and street markets. People of all backgrounds could participate in it.

Among the general aspects of Saturnalia were activities such as gift giving, as people exchanged things such as candles, walnuts, dates, and honey. Masters served slaves, whereas slaves became free men as in memory of Saturn's reign when slavery did not exist. Servants walked the streets masked, in Frigio hats, or hats of liberation. The Saturnals were also celebrated in the army; the party was called the Saturnalicium castrense, when the low-rank soldiers sat next to the generals as equals and toasted together. Dice games and public gambling were allowed, but became prohibited again once Saturnalia ended. Mourning was abolished, while courts and schools were closed; starting war or enforce capital punishment was strictly prohibited. The festivities took such a great degree of chaos that some authors of the time report moving to remote suburban houses for the week of the Saturnalia to avoid the noise.

Saturn was one of the few celebrated Deities, as, in Roman times, Dis Pater and Proserpina were also believed to join the festive processions in winter time. They were to be appeased by gifts, festivities, and food; which was believed to make Them return to the Underworld where, as the Gods of subsoil, They would protect the crops and make them sprout in spring.

The official part of the feast consisted of a solemn sacrifice in the temple attended with bare head and during which the wool bandages that wrapped the feet of Saturn's simulacrum melted. A public banquet followed where all the guests exchanged toasts and wishes.

Further celebratory activities were split into days, and precise rites were done on each day of the festival.

At the beginning of Saturnalia, a rite of lectisternium was held. During the ritual, statues of Jupiter and 12 Olympians were seated in a dining position upon a special bed, or couch, and offered food, prayers, and gifts. They were spoken to with due respect and asked for protection of Rome and its people as well as for help with current affairs. After the first step, a procession was sent off to the Temple of Saturn and animal sacrifices were made at the site. A banquet with cheeses, focaccia, olives, and wine was held, to which everyone was invited - all provided by the state.

Starting day one, no-work days began, and gifts as well as greeting cards were exchanged between the citizens. Myrtle, laurel, and ivy - symbolic elements of the Saturna - were given; the trees were respectively sacred to Venus, Apollo, and Bacchus. The first day was signified by banquets, during which the Princeps of Saturnalia, the ruler of the festivities, Princeps Saturnalicius, was elected. During the first day of the festival, people changed from togas to synthesis and pileus; a casual home robe and a cap like headdress.

On the second day of the festival, Rome was still abundant with noise and feasts, to which everyone invited everyone. Stalls and juggles were in the streets alongside dancers and musicians. Celebrations were accompanied by the feast in honor of Epona, Celtic Goddess of horses, much adorned by the equites, whose importance during Saturnalia was due to Her connection to fertility and richness of feasts. The second day of Saturnalia, the 18th of December, marked the beginning of the triad of days of Mercatus, much similar to today's city fairs.

The third day of Saturnalia was the initial day of the celebration (before the reform of the calendar) and was devoted to the Goddess Ops, Deity of Sabine origin introduced to Rome under Titus Tatius. She was praised as the Deity of abundance, protector of rich harvest, giver of fruits of the Earth, and respected consort of the God Saturn. Her Temple at the Capitol hill was erected on that day, and thus received attention and became a center of worship of the Goddess as it was the anniversary of its establishment. Ops was prayed to and asked for blessings of harvest.

The fourth day of the Saturnian festivals, December 20, was dedicated to gift-giving and worship of the Lares, house guardian Deities of Ancient Rome. Terracotta figurines, sigillaria, were made out of paste, wax, or terracotta. Bronze statues were a rarity as bronze was expensive, while sigillaria made out of sweet dough were meant for the children. These statuettes were exchanged as gifts between the citizens as well as given to Saturn as offerings. He was seen as the God of time, and, thus, Death, and the figurines were to be given to Him as ways to redirect Death from coming for the giver, instead letting the figurine take it.

On the fifth day, Rome was filled with visitors from all across the Empire who came to see the city at its peak, blooming with festivals and street activities such as shops, shows, and a multitude of banquet spots. Fod, souvenirs, sigillaria (sigillaria<sigillum<signum+illum), clothes, ornaments and jewels were sold on the street. Artisans from all over the Empire offered goods made of leather, wood, terracotta, bronze, brass, silver and a special alloy of gold and silver, electrum.

On day six of the festivities Rome welcomed dancers, singers, and other performers from across the Empire who came to join the celebration as the entirety of the Empire was involved in it. Gift-exchanging with the guests, also known as xenia, was performed. Marcus Valerius Martialis wrote Xenia and Apophoreta for the Saturnalia, both of which were published in December and intended to accompany the "guest gifts" that were given at that time of year.

On the seventh - and last - day of the celebrations the Gods were thanked for everything given. The streets were full of torches and braziers, and the day passed between banquets and the baths decorated with ribbons and garlands for the occasion. Aulus Gellius relates that he and his Roman compatriots would gather at the baths in Athens, where they were studying, and pose difficult questions to one another on the ancient poets, a crown of laurel being dedicated to Saturn if no-one could answer them.

Saturnalia ended at sunset.

Sources in pinned.

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[f1xmeinfortyfive]

𝚂𝚘 𝙼𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝙵𝚘𝚛 (𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚛)𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜

As the tour has turned out to be a rollercoaster of emotions and nostalgia, I decided to concentrate in a small masterpost each of the surprise songs played by the guys throughout the whole tour. It will be constantly updated and is not free of errors, if you notice any mistake in the dates or the position of the songs, feel free to comment and I will fix it. By now the source is the people who had contributed to the setlist.fm website, so I will try to look for more reliable sources with links to their respective creators (and also videos if it's possible) Thanks for reading, and happy tourdust to all. 🖤✨

GUIDE OF FORMATS:

SONGS PART OF THE PERMANENT SETLIST

SONGS (NOT PART OF MAGIC 8 BALL DYNAMIC OR THE PERMANENT SETLIST) PLAYED

MAGIC 8 BALL SONGS

SONGS PLAYED BY PATRICK ON PIANO

LAST UPDATED: Jul/3

ALBUMS

Take This To Your Grave (2003)

Tell That Mick He Just Made My List Of Things To Do Today • Dead On Arrival • GRAND THEFT AUTUMN / WHERE IS YOUR BOY • SATURDAY • HOMESICK AT SPACE CAMP (Jun/30) • Sending Postcards From A Plane Crash (Wish You Were Here) • CHICAGO IS SO TWO YEARS AGO • The Pros And Cons Of Breathing • Grenade Jumper • CALM BEFORE THE STORM • Reinventing The Wheel To Run Myself Over • The Patron Saint Of Liars And Fakes • Roxanne 

From Under The Cork Tree (2005) 

Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of This Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued (Jun/27) ● OF ALL THE GIN JOINTS IN ALL THE WORLD (Jun/23) ● DANCE, DANCE ● SUGAR WE'RE GOING DOWN ● Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner ● I've Got A Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song) ● 7 Minutes In Heaven (Atavan Halen) ● SOPHOMORE SLUMP OR COMEBACK OF THE YEAR (Jun/24) ● Champagne For My Real Friends, Real Pain For My Sham Friends ● I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me ● A LITTLE LESS SIXTEEN CANDLES, A LITTLE MORE "TOUCH ME" ● Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows) ● XO ● Snitches And Talkers Get Stitches And Walkers • The Music Or The Misery 

Infinity On High (2007)

Thriller ● "THE TAKE OVER, THE BREAKS OVER" (Jun/23) ● THIS AIN'T A SCENE, IT'S AN ARMS RACE ● I'M LIKE A LAWYER WITH THE WAY I'M ALWAYS TRYING TO GET YOU OFF (ME & YOU) (Jun/24) ● HUM HALLELUJAH (Jun/24) ● GOLDEN (JUL/2) ● THNKS FR TH MMRS ● Don't You Know Who I Think I Am? ● THE (AFTER) LIFE OF THE PARTY (Jun/28)● The Carpal Tunnel Of Love ● BANG THE DOLDRUMS (JUL/3) ● Fame < Infamy ● You're Crashing, But You're No Wave ● I'VE GOT ALL THIS RINGING IN MY EARS AND NONE ON MY FINGERS (JUL/3) ● G.I.N.A.S.F.S. (Jun/21) ● It's Hard To Say "I Do", When I Don't

Folie à Deux (2008)

DISLOYAL ORDER OF WATER BUFFALOES ● I Don't Care ● She's My Winona ● AMERICA'S SUITEHEARTS (JUL/2) ● HEADFIRST SLIDE INTO COOPERSTOWN ON A BAD BET ● The (Shipped) Gold Standard ● (COFFEE'S FOR CLOSERS) (JUL/1) ● WHAT A CATCH, DONNIE (Jun/28) ● 27 ● Tiffany Blews ● w.a.m.s. ● 20 Dollar Nose Bleed ● West Coast Smoker ● Pavlove ● Beat It ● Lullabye

Save Rock And Roll (2013)

The Phoenix ● MY SONGS KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN THE DARK ● Alone Together ● Where Did The Party Go ● Just One Yesterday ● The Mighty Fall ● Miss Missing You ● Death Valley ● Young Volcanoes ● Rat A Tat ● SAVE ROCK AND ROLL

American Beauty / American Psycho (2015)

Irresistible ● American Beauty / American Psycho ● CENTURIES ● The Kids Aren't Alright ● UMA THURMAN ● Jet Pack Blues ● Novocaine ● Fourth Of July ● Favorite Record ● Immortals ● Twin Skeletons (Hotel In NYC)

M A N I A (2018)

Young And Menace ● Champion ● Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea ● HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON'T ● THE LAST OF THE REAL ONES ● Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) ● Church ● Heaven's Gate ● Sunshine Riptide ● Bishops Knife Trick

So Much (For) Stardust (2023)

LOVE FROM THE OTHER SIDE ● Heartbreak Feels So Good ● HOLD ME LIKE A GRUDGE ● FAKE OUT ● HEAVEN, IOWA ● So Good Right Now ● THE PINK SEASHELL ● I Am My Own Muse ● Flu Game ● BABY ANNIHILATION ● THE KINTSUGI KID (TEN YEARS)(JUN/27)● WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE (Jun/23) ● So Much (For) Stardust

EPs

Evening Out With Your Girlfriend (2003)

Honorable Mention ● CALM BEFORE THE STORM ● Switchblades And Infidelity ● Pretty In Punk ● Growing Up ● The World's Not Waiting (For Five Tired Boys In A Broken Down Van) ● Short, Fast And Loud ● Moving Pictures ● Parker Lewis Can't Lose (But I'm Gonna Give It My Best Shot)

My Heart Will Always Be The B-Side To My Tongue (2004)

My Heart Is The Worst Kind Of Weapon ● "It's Not A Side Effect Of The Cocaine, I Am Thinking It Must Be Love" ● Love Will Tear Us Apart

PAX AM Days (2013) 

We Were Doomed From The Start (The King Is Dead) ● Art Of Keeping Up Disappearances ● Hot To The Touch, Cold On The Inside ● Love, Sex, Death ● Eternal Summer ● Demigods ● American Made ● Caffeine Cold ● New Dreams

Llamania (2018) 

Past Life ● Footprints In The Snow ● Wrong Side Of Paradise  

Lake Effect Kid (2018) 

Lake Effect Kid ● City In A Garden ● Super Fade  

OTHERS

LAKE SHORE DRIVE (ALIOTTA HAYNES JEREMIAH COVER) (Jun/21)

SOMEBODY TO LOVE (QUEEN COVER) (Jun/27)

TAKE ON ME (A-HA COVER)(Jun/27)

SPOTLIGHT (PATRICK STUMP SONG) (JUN/30)🧡

NOTHING COMPARES 2 YOU (SINÉAD O'CONNOR COVER) (JUL/1)

MR. BLUE SKY (ELECTRIC LIGHT ORCHESTRA COVER) (JUL/2)

EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE (THE POLICE COVER) (JUL/3)

DON'T STOP BELIEVING (JOURNEY COVER)

CRAZY TRAIN (OZZY OSBOURNE COVER)

[NEXT WILL BE ADDED AS SOON AS THEY'RE PLAYED]

#during the week i'll be adding links to the videos of each of them dw #fall out boy #patrick stump #pete wentz #andy hurley #joe trohman #so much (for) stardust #so much for stardust #so much for tour dust #so much for (tour) dust #tourdust era #tourdust #fob #fob8 #smfs #tour songlist #toudust spoilers

[twstgabrielle]

Reading Guidelines and Warnings: The 2012 boys will be addressed by their full names unless they're referring to each other or speaking about one another. The Rise boys will be addressed via nicknames and other variations of said names. This fic will also have spoilers for both shows and will contain violence, language, crummy fights, injuries, blood, slight body gore and mentioned major character death. If any of this makes you uncomfortable I highly recommend that y'all check out my other works.

Despite what many thought, Leo was someone who was surprisingly an early morning riser. Given that he was either battling against a terrible bout of insomnia that made it hard for him to sleep to begin with or because of his internal clock telling him it was time to get up and face the day, Leo was almost always up before his brothers. Which was how the second eldest son had been the first one to be awake amongst the pile of turtles and blankets and pillows who had currently claimed the living room pit area as their sleeping area. Leo looked around at his sleeping family, the other three turtles all snuggled up against one another. Mikey was clinging to Donnie, his thin arms wrapped tightly around the soft shell's bicep. Donnie was snuggled up against him, his free arm touching Leo's forearm in his sleep. And wrapped around the three like a large protective blanket was Raph, the snapping turtle's large muscular arms wrapped around them in his sleep as he snored loudly.

Leo felt his heart melt at the sight of his brothers, sleeping peacefully for once instead of restlessly as they had been for the past few days. With a soft smile the slider gently and quietly slipped out of Raph's embrace and Donnie's touch, careful not to wake any of the other boys who were still in dreamland. After a bit of silent maneuvering Leo had finally managed to get free from the turtle pile and blankets. With a soft sigh Leo quickly and quietly left the living room pit area, the gentle sounds of his feet hitting the cement flooring being the only noise amongst the snoring and drippings of water from the sewer drains. Light blue eyes gazed around to see if there were any signs of anyone else awake so early in the morning when he'd caught sight of the dojo's doors cracked slightly open with soft candle lights flickering from the doorway. The red eared slider found himself making his way towards the dojo, almost as if someone was beckoning him to the room.

As silent as a shadow Leo stepped inside the dojo, instantly greeted by the familiar tatsumi matted floors and the large tree that sat somewhat imposingly in the middle of the room. Among the ceiling Japanese lanterns now alight with the soft glow of a candle from within was one of the only sources of light that painted the dojo. Gazing around the room Leo's eyes finally landed on the familiar shrine that sat within the corner of the room, the candles freshly lit and the incense now burning anew and filling the room with its soothing scents. Almost as if in a trance Leo with soft cautious footsteps made his way towards the shrine and with a somewhat hesitant bow he settled himself down onto his knees in front of it and bowed his head. The slider was silent for a moment, taking in the sobering ominous silence that seemed to ooze from the shrine dedicated to those who were dead. Leo's light blue eyes slowly took in the pictures once more, before finally stopping on the picture of Master Splinter and his serious yet kindly face that somewhat smiled back at him. A moment captured of a man who was no longer with the world of the living. Kind and mischievous brown hues bore into his light blue ones, forever frozen in time. The sixteen year old stared at this picture noting all the differences that this Master Splinter and his father had.

Leo swallowed a bit as the thoughts of his own father back home filled his head, recalling all the times when he heard his father's laughter or jokes and everything that made him, him. He thought about his father and how he'd suddenly out of the blue made him the leader, with no explanation as to why. Leo took a shaky breath and continued to look at the photo of this alternate version of the man who he loved dearly but at the same time who drove him crazy at times with his choices.

'Why did he choose me to begin with.....? I'm not strong like Raph, or smart like Donnie, nor talented like Mikey. I'm the face man, the jokester yet.......for some reason he made me the leader......'

Leo thought his hands tightening into fists a bit as he felt that familiar sense of confusion and slight nervousness whenever he'd thought about his father and his choice. He glanced at the picture and he couldn't help but wonder what this world's Master Splinter had been like, couldn't help but wonder if he was just as confusing and somewhat distant at times like his father. His mind wandered and then he found himself thinking about Leonardo his older counterpart. He thought about the confidence that he carried, the sense of reassurance in his place amongst his brothers and team. He thought about how he led his brothers and how they all looked up to him, about how at ease Leonardo seemed to be whenever he played the role of being the leader of his clan. It was no secret that his older doppelganger had obviously been the one in charge a lot longer than he had been, that the role that made Leo's skin crawl with unease and that made him feel all so lost was one that his older self played and commanded with an air of confidence and ease.

'Will I ever be like that.....? Will I too lead my brothers with that kind of confidence like Lee does? Is that why he was chosen to be the leader by Master Splinter? Why it seems like he was born to do this leader thing?'

Leo wondered before he finally glanced away from the picture and stared down at his hands. Leo had so many questions, so many questions about his role and how he could be a leader who was confident like his doppelganger in this world. So many questions that he wished to ask his father, so many things that he wished had been explained to him by the man who raised him. Without thinking about it Leo's mouth had began to open and speak up into the silence.

"I've never gotten the chance to meet you, never got the chance to speak with you nor get to know you. Yet......yet you're still my dad in a way, even if you're not really him. I know that this isn't your problem, that you have no obligation to me but I can't help but ask......why......?"

Leo said his voice soft and soothe and small as he stared at his hands.

"Why me....? What makes me and Lee so special for this whole leader gig....? Why did you choose him, choose me for this role.....?"

The slider asked feeling so lost in that moment as he asked the photo sitting on the shrine. At that moment it didn't matter to the younger Hamato that the man in the photo wasn't truly his father, but rather the fact that he was finally able to ask the questions that he'd been wanting to ask since the moment he and his brothers defeated the Shredder and had set free his soul that had been trapped in the armor. Since the moment when his father had given him this heavy burden completely unprepared.

"Da-Master Splinter........I wish I knew why you chose us for this........."

The blue jokester said his voice soft as he spoke to the shrine. He went quiet for a beat when he felt a presence join him in the dojo. The soft sounds of footsteps, light and airy stepping on the tatsumi mats and making their way towards him and the shrine filled his ears, and the light and gentle scent of herbal tea filled his nose as the person made themselves comfortable next to him. Leo didn't dare look over, already knowing who it was that had joined him in the dojo. Instead he kept his light blue gaze on the shrine of Master Splinter and spoke.

"How much did you hear.....?"

He asked voice a barely concealed whisper.

"......Enough."

A voice soft and rasping yet soothing and calming answered him. The younger teen took a deep breath, once again feeling that familiar wave of embarrassment hitting him as he was once again caught out in the open and read like an open book once more. Finally gathering the courage to tear his eyes away from the shrine he looked over to meet the concerned yet understanding gaze of Leonardo. The older turtle's dark blue eyes were filled with unreadable, his thoughts and emotions hidden from prying eyes. The two turtles just stared at one another, a silence building between them. The dojo was filled with their silence, neither seeming to know what to say to the other. Leo felt himself start to get a bit uncomfortable at Leonardo's seemingly knowing gaze, wanting nothing more than to have the floor swallow him whole at that moment.

"Spar with me."

Leonardo's voice suddenly broke the silence making Leo jump a bit.

"Huh?"

The younger blue clad turtle asked intelligently.

"Spar with me, it'll help clear the mind a bit. Besides, we need to warm up before training starts."

The older turtle said slowly getting up to go and stretch. The slider watched his older counterpart get up, a bit stumped by the sudden shift before snapping out of his stupor and getting up to join him. Leo stood up, confusion clouding his mind as to what Leonardo had planned. After the two had gotten done with their warm up stretches they faced one another awaiting for their warm up spar to begin.

"Rules, no weapons for right now, and the first one pinned down for five seconds is the winner of the round. Ready......Hajimeru-!"

Leonardo explained to the younger turtle who got into position himself. Once Leonardo said the word Leo moved, his body moving in a fluent motion to try and take the older doppelganger down. Arm swinging around to land a hit on the older turtle, Leo was taken by surprise when Leonardo blocked the hit, his own movements quick and graceful. After that the two went at it, hits and kicks and dodges and blocks flashing between them in quick and efficient movements. Leo couldn't help but be amazed by how fast Leonardo could move and dodge. And it seemed that he wasn't the only one who was amazed seeing as how Leonardo's eyes would flash with a look of awe or approval whenever Leo did something that took the older turtle off guard. The two continued doing this, hands and arms flying in a whirlwind of movements when Leo stepped to the side to avoid a hit, accidentally stepping a bit wrong on his retreat. Leo's leg went a bit shaky and he about stumbled however Leonardo was quick to take advantage of the moment of weakness and with a practiced ease swiped his leg at Leo's knocking him onto the dojo floor. Both blue clad turtles were panting slightly from the workout as Leonardo stepped forward to help Leo up from the floor.

"You did amazing, though your footwork could use a bit of work."

Leonardo said his tone professional and somewhat critical however it was the kind of critical that a Sensei would use to help teach others rather than put them down. Leo reached out to the outstretched hand and let himself be hauled up onto his feet.

"Ah yeah, I don't usually lose my footing like that. I'll work on it though."

Leo said offering Leonardo a small smile. Leonardo gave him a small smile back and let go of his hand.

"Practice makes perfect. If you don't mind me asking.....how long have you been training?"

The older Hamato asked curiosity leaking through his tone.

"A few years, give or take. Me and my brothers started to actually train in the art of ninjutsu when I was......fourteen? Fifteen years old?"

The younger Hamato explained recalling the early days of his and his brothers early adventures and training sessions. The younger turtle couldn't help but internally cringe as he remembered his less than graceful moments during battles, and how he had tried to mimic his movie star hero Lou Jitsu. Leonardo's eyes went wide with an a surprised yet impressed look.

"A few years? I couldn't even tell, your technique is really good I'd thought for sure that you'd been training longer than that."

The blue leader said amazed. Leo couldn't help but preen at the praise, a smirk on his face.

"Really now? I'm guessing that you've been training a long time huh?"

The blue jokester asked earning a nod of confirmation from the older turtle.

"Yes, me and my brothers have been training since we were five years old. But this is a good thing, it'll make training for you and your brothers much more easier knowing that you all are fast learners."

Leonardo said his brain already collecting the information that he had received from his younger counterpart. Meanwhile Leo's eyes went to the size of dinner plates, stunned by the information he had learned.

'Five years old????? Holy pizza supreme that's like what nearly several years of experience????? Holy shell that's insane??????'

The thoughts flew around in his head as he looked at Leonardo in a new light, a feeling of admiration filling him for this older turtle that was him.

'If he's been training for so long does.....does that mean.....'

The thought echoed making him pause, without thinking about it his mouth disconnected from his brain.

"Wait so you've been the leader since you were five years old???"

The slider blurted out in bafflement before stiffening in mortification at having voiced his question out loud. The leader of the Hamato clan paused his own mental musings his dark blue hues snapping to the younger turtle beside him.

"Huh? Oh, no I haven't been the leader for that long. I had became the leader of our team when I was fifteen years old."

The older turtle answered honestly as the younger turtle processed. Leonardo was only a year younger than him when he had become the leader of his brothers. It was shocking considering how Leonardo and his brothers reacted with one another.

"Fifteen?? But you.....you seem like you've been doing this for ages!"

Leo said baffled and confused. Leonardo gave him a small look.

"Well-"

He'd began to say but Leo had accidentally interrupted him.

"How?? How do you make it look so easy when you've been doing this for such a short time???? Aren't you scared??? Lost???? Don't you ever feel anxious knowing that your brothers lives are in your hands and that if you screw up one time you could get them hurt or worse???? How do you do it Lee????"

Leo asked his tone becoming rushed as he somewhat blurted out some of his most inner fears. By the time he was done he was panting slightly his eyes wide and full of so many conflicting emotions that it gave Leonardo whiplash. The older turtle just quietly and patiently waited for Leo to calm down a bit, his expression careful but more open than it'd ever been. A gentle hand touching the back of Leo's shell made the slider pause, the soft vibrations of Leonardo's fingers tapping in a rhythm on the teal and yellow shell sinking into his body and making it relax. After a few moments of this Leonardo finally spoke to his younger doppelganger.

"To be honest with you Leo.......I'm terrified of being the leader. Even after doing this job for nearly four, five years I'm still completely lost on what to do. I still find myself wondering if I'm really cut out for this and if each day will be the day when everything goes straight to hell. I may seem calm and confident in what I'm doing but Leo......I'm far from it."

Leonardo said his voice soft and gentle, ringing with a honesty that made Leo quietly listen.

"Being the leader it's a terrifying job to do. And no matter how long you do it, there'll will always be that lingering anxiety and uncertainty about whether or not you're making the right decisions. But........if I learned anything in my years of being the leader of my brothers......it's that I got to trust myself and my instincts and learn from the mistakes I might make. That I not only have to trust myself but my team as well."

The eldest Hamato said softly his eyes zeroed in on the younger Hamato. Leo felt himself freeze in his older counterpart's intense stare, his heart stopping in his chest as he really looked at the older turtle. In that moment Leo finally saw through the tight walls and intersecting mirrors that Leonardo kept up. Now standing before him was a teenager who was lost just like him, who had no clue on what he was doing. Now looking back at him Leo couldn't help but realize that he was staring directly into a reflection of himself.

And it was terrifying.

"I know that you're lost right now but trust me when I tell you that even with all this uncertainty, you'll be okay. And you're not the only one who's been through this, my brother Raph has been through it too. And in fact your Raph has experienced this very thing as well has he not?"

Leonardo asked making Leo pause.

"I know that it's hard asking for help, but it's okay to do so. And I know without a shadow of a doubt that your brother as well as myself will help you out with this. You only need to ask."

The blue clad leader said tapping the younger blue turtle's shell once more. The blue jokester could only stand there and absorb what he was told, confused by it yet also feeling a bit of the pressure being taken off of his shoulders. Then he paused as he realized something.

"Wait a minute......Raph? Your brother Raph?"

Leo asked confused and disbelieving. Raphael from what he'd seen in the short time they'd been in this lair, did not seem like the type of person to be a leader. In fact he seemed rather cold and distant and not at all an approachable person. Leo tried to imagine the short angry red clad turtle as the leader and couldn't help but make a face unconsciously. Leonardo's amused chuckles filled the dojo drawing Leo's attention back to him.

"I know it sounds strange but trust me. Raph definitely knows how you're feeling. Now, let's go another round of practice before our brothers join us."

Leonardo said rubbing Leo's shell reassuringly before removing his hand and getting himself ready for the next warmup round. The slider stared for a brief moment before finally stepping out of his confused and dazed stupor and went to join his older counterpart, the blue leader's words ringing in his head.

'You'll be okay.'

'If only I could believe it.'

Leo thought before getting back into position to do another warmup.

~~~~~

Leonardo sat down by the tree in the dojo, his eight students now joined in the room with him. After his and Leo's conversation the two blue turtles had did another round before Leonardo had called for a break. It was only a half hour later that the rest of the lair had slowly began to awaken with them, the sounds of sleepy mumbles or grumbles filling the once silent morning. Michelangelo had made them a light breakfast with the help of his newest kitchen partner Mikey and all too soon the eight turtles were eating and getting themselves more awake. Leonardo had gotten his cup of medical tea that Donatello had made him the night before, sipping on it to help soothe his throat and vocal chords knowing that he'd need them today. Donatello himself in his grouchy morning mood had grabbed his usual cup of black coffee nearly inhaling its contents while Raph watched all of this in blatant big brother concern.

Once they were finished with their breakfast dishes had been placed in the sink and the group had began to make their way towards the dojo to begin the training sessions. It was about twenty to thirty minutes later when April had finally made her entrance into the lair and came to join them, her black and yellow jumpsuit carrying her bladed fan on her hip. And now there they were currently, with the eight students quietly waiting for Leonardo to get started. Flickering his dark blue gaze over the group Leonardo took a deep breath and spoke.

"Welcome to our training session. Me and my clan welcome our guests and are very pleased to have you join us this morning. Before we begin I'd like to see what each of you have skill wise, so we can all get a feel for what each of us can do. I'll pair each of you up with one another and we'll go from there."

The Hamato clan leader said his voice strong and sharp, resembling his deceased master more than he realized. He was met with nods or chimes of agreement giving them a nod of satisfaction. Leonardo looked around the room to choose before he began to pair them up.

"Donatello and Raph you're up."

Leonardo said watching as his younger brother stood up from the tatsumi matted floor, his reddish brown gaze full of focus and determination. Raph on the other hand looked a bit nervous as he stood up, his large hulking figure towering a bit over Donatello who was only a few inches shorter than the larger red turtle. The two turtles went to stand in the middle of the dojo, standing facing one another as they waited for Leonardo to give the signal to start the practice sparring. The others sat against the wall near the tree, watching with curiosity and anticipation to see them spar. Donatello got into position, his bo staff within his grip as he spung it within his hands to get himself ready. Raph hesitantly took out his sais, his dark green eyes unsure.

"Don't worry too much about me big guy. Just focus on the fight."

Donatello piped up making Raph look at him.

"Raph ain't worried. He's got this in the bag."

The snapping turtle responded however the thin sheen of sweat gave away his nerves.

"Remember, this is a practice spar, which means that your main objective is to either pin your opponent and keep them there for at least five seconds or to knock their weapon from their hands. Are we clear?"

Leonardo asked the two earning nods from them. Satisfied the eldest turtle raised his hand into the air and swung it down.

"Hajimeru!"

He said in a loud and clear voice, only cracking it slightly at the end. As soon as Leonardo gave them the go Donatello was already moving. The tall turtle moved fast, his bo staff spinning at a quick speed as he swung it at the large snapping turtle. Raph barely managed to move out of the way, the tails of his red bandana moving slightly from the after wind of the bo staff's projectory. Raph however wasn't quick enough to miss the second swing of the wooden staff and the loud smack of the bo staff hitting him in the side filled the dojo.

"Ow-!"

Raph hissed surprised by how much that actually hurt. However he didn't dwell on it as he again dodged Donatello's staff. The tall purple genius flashed him a gap toothed smile his eyes full of a fiery focus.

"I told you, don't worry about me. Focus on the fight."

Donatello said again repeating his earlier statement. Raph now realizing that he didn't need to completely hold back with the older turtle was quick to get over his nerves and a spark of competitiveness flashed in his gaze, a much more confident snaggletoothed grin on his face.

"Alrighty then, Raph heard you. Let's do this!"

The younger larger turtle said before launching himself at the other turtle. Raph flung his arm out, his sai slamming into the side of Donatello's staff in a flash of red sparks. Donatello stumbled a bit from the sudden boast of strength Raph had, eyes widening in a fascinated way. The two continued to spar, Raph now taking it much more seriously and Donatello managing to land a few hits on him. The large snapping turtle only used a bit of his mystic powers, not wanting to completely destroy the dojo by accident yet it was clear from the flashes of red sparks that appeared around his arms and sais that he was having an extra kick to his usual strength. It surprised the younger turtle how well Donatello could keep up with him even with the mystical aspect.

'He's a fighter, wouldn't expect anything else from my little brother.'

Raph thought a feeling of pride welling up in him as he blocked Donatello's staff with his sais. The two duked it out, trying to disarm the other with their strengths however it was clear who the strongest of the two were. Raph with a huff and a quick movement twisted his sais to the side, somewhat dragging Donatello a bit before he was forced to let go of his staff least he had his arms yanked out of their sockets. The clattering of the bo staff hitting the ground filled the dojo and Leonardo's voice followed shortly afterwards.

"Yame! The winner of the first sparring practice is Raph."

The blue clad turtle said. Raph preened a bit and Donatello smiled, going to pick up his discarded staff and with a pat to the snapping turtle's large bicep the purple genius spoke.

"Ya did great, congratulations."

The older turtle said obviously impressed by Raph. The younger turtle turned his dark green eyes to the other turtle and gave him a large grin.

"Thanks man, you were pretty awesome yourself. I wasn't expecting you to be so quick."

Raph said his tone full of praise and respect towards the other turtle. Donatello seemed to grow flustered and the two began to speak quietly to each other as they made their way back to their seats on the floor. Leonardo watched them picking up snippets of Donatello's voice questioning Raph on his mystics and how he used them, forever the curious one amongst them.

'Glad to know that he's getting along with the others as well.'

Leonardo thought pleased. Turning his attention back towards the others Leonardo once again picked a pair.

"Next up is Michelangelo and Donnie."

The older turtle said earning a happy woop from the youngest of his family. Michelangelo practically bounced up from his spot, his baby blues alight with excitement. Donnie on the other hand looked less than happy to be sparring, his expression pinched up a bit letting those around him know that he would rather be in the lab then here. The two like the last pair stood to face each other waiting for Leonardo to begin their match. Michelangelo bounced a bit on his toes shooting Donnie a beaming smile.

"Good luck Dee!"

The orange turtle chirped happily while the purple soft shell just gave him a small huff.

"Luck has nothing to do with the logistics of the outcome of this session."

Donnie replied tone blunt. Michelangelo blinked at him for a beat before shrugging it off not too bothered by it. Leonardo again raised up his hand before swinging it downwards.

"Hajimeru!"

He called out and the next match began. Donnie grabbed his staff already going to get ready to attack.

'If I'm quick about this then I've got a 40% better chance of winning this, all I gotta do is just get the swing right and the hit-'

Donnie's thoughts whizzed through his head as he swung the bo staff, which had changed into a glowing electrical purple hammer. However what the soft shell seemed to forget to add within his genius battle tactic was one very important detail.

He was fighting Michelangelo.

Who was this world's Mikey.

His wild and sporadic and unpredictable little brother.

Many years later Donnie would still remember the moment where he rather foolishly underestimated the older orange turtle, as he swung his mystic weapon only to have it hit nothing but air. Donnie's eyebrows went straight up his forehead, his dark brown eyes wide in a startled manner.

"Wait-! Where did he-?"

The soft shell began to question when he was suddenly grabbed by the foot with a metal chain of the nunchaku, before he was pulled quite literally off of his feet for a brief moment.

"BOOYAKASHA-!!!"

Michelangelo's voice full of glee and mischief cried out from behind him as the soft shell went down with a yelp of startlement. Donnie was stunned as he realized that the older turtle had managed to get behind him without him even noticing it and was now currently beating the purple genius with his spazz like behavior and fighting style.

'Oh fuck sakes he's a Mikey ugh how could I have forgotten that???'

Donnie berated himself as he managed to get out of the nunchakus's chains and get back onto his feet quickly before the five second period. With a quick movement he flung his mystic bo staff up to avoid getting grabbed once again by the chains, dodging Michelangelo's wild yet scarily accurate attacks. The soft shell quickly rolled onto his side as he again dodged the chains, panting slightly from having to move so quickly in such a short amount of time. Michelangelo was relentless and his attacks were a combination of what seemed like several different styles. It made it difficult to pin down just what the orange clad turtle was planning to do next and Donnie couldn't help but feel slightly stupid for not taking the possiblity of Michelangelo being like his own little brother into account. Then again Michelangelo while chipper and somewhat naive like his own baby brother, he himself seemed a lot more calmer than Mikey. More laid back in a way. It was because of this laid back and somewhat calmer attitude that Donnie had unknowingly underestimated the older turtle and now he was severely regretting it.

The session continued on with the two being evenly matched even though Donnie was having a somewhat difficult time adjusting to the patterns of Michelangelo's fighting given how they were quite literally wild cards with each new move. The soft shell went to swing his bo staff again, stepping forward to strike Michelangelo and managing to graze his shell. Michelangelo let out a startled yelp at the contact and went to again strike out his nunchakus making contact with Donnie's staff, making purple sparks of an electronic like nature burst from it. The two at the same time moved in different directions to try and disarm the other, before both weapons went flying out their grips the sounds of the weapons hitting different areas of the dojo sounding out. April's startled gasp and Raphael's cursing filled the dojo as Leonardo watched Michelangelo's nunchakus fly straight over the duo's heads, nearly taking them out. Donnie's bo staff meanwhile had went flying towards Leo and Mikey the two turtles letting out shouts of fear as they ducked to avoid getting slammed with the mystical bo staff turned hammer. Shocked silence filled the dojo as Donnie and Michelangelo stared at one another in slight mortification at the damage they nearly caused. Leonardo took a deep breath to try and calm his somewhat racing heart.

"Yame. The match is a tie."

Leonardo said his voice sounding somewhat exhausted already. Michelangelo gave him a sheepish smile before turning to Donnie.

"Well that's one way to end a sparring session. You were awesome dude!"

Michelangelo said his tone full of awe as he addressed the soft shell. Donnie blinked a bit and with somewhat awkward fumbling to try and mentally catch up with the insanity that had just occurred.

"But of course I am, though I must say that you're not so bad yourself."

Donnie said earning a sparkly eyed look from the older orange turtle. The two went back to their seats still on the rush of their sparring session. Leonardo mentally sighed.

'Next time, safe proof the dojo. Got it.'

Leonardo mentally noted for him to get to later before calling out the next sparring pair.

"Next pair, Raphael and Leo."

The older turtle called out. Leo was quick to get up from his seat on the floor, a somewhat cocky and confident aura around him. Raphael still somewhat peeved from nearly getting his head taken off by the earlier stunt got up as well, grumbling the whole time. The two faced one another, bright toxic green meeting light blue as they awaited their que.

"Hajimeru!"

Leonardo's voice filled the dojo and the match began. Leo grabbed his twin katanas, the pulsating blue sparks of his mystic powers bursting to life. Raphael grabbed his sais and lunged at Leo, his movements fast and furious. Leo quickly dodged the hits aimed at him, his swords blocking the sais from making contact with his skin. With ease Leo summoned his portal and stepped through it, disappearing from view.

"What the actual fuck??? Where did he?????"

Raphael asked with a growl instantly alert, his eyes flickering around the dojo. It didn't take long before the red clad turtle was met with a kick to his side, making him stumble a bit. Wheezing Raphael's gaze snapped towards the direction where the kick came from to see the somewhat smug smile of Leo.

"Are you gonna come and get me?"

The slider asked his voice challenging a bit. Leo couldn't help but get a bit competitive, wanting to see just how skilled Raphael actually was. After all this short turtle was a version of his big brother, and Raph was a fierce fighter. So he wanted to know if it applied to Raphael as well. The red eared slider didn't have to wait long before Raphael made his next move, his eyes narrowed in a somewhat annoyed manner at the challenge Leo had sent to him.

"You're gonna regret asking me to come and get you."

Raphael said in a growl as he swung his leg up to kick the younger blue turtle. Leo again made a portal and disappeared through it, barely missing getting kicked in the face by the shorter turtle. The two continued to do this furious and fast dance, Leo disappearing into his portals in the nick of time, barely avoiding Raphael's powerful hits and kicks within his direction. However it only lasted for so long before Leo had made a mistake. With each dodge Leo admittedly grew a bit more cocker with each success that he'd forgotten to actually keep an eye on Raphael. Raphael unlike Raph had speed and agility on his side, what the short red clad turtle lacked in the height and build department he made up for it with flexibility and strength. Which was how in the end he had ended up getting the drop on the younger turtle, who hadn't predicted that Raphael would catch on to him and his portals. Leo reappeared from one, ready to again land a hit on Raphael only to instead be met with Raphael and his sais which had blocked the glowing blue twin katanas. Leo let out a squawk of sorts having been taken by surprise and that moment had ended up costing him as he was quite literally with his glowing swords still trapped within Raphael's sais was yanked forward and in a ironic moment of deja vu he found himself once again thrown over a body and being slammed right into the dojo floor. Leo let out a wheeze, winded and dazed by the force Raphael used. Unlike with Leonardo's, Raphael obviously was the strongest of the older turtles and Leo was now feeling it straight down to his bones.

'Holy hell I thought Lee's throw was painful but holy fuck Raphael's is straight up murderous.'

Leo thought as he pushed himself up with his elbows to be met with a sai pointed at him. Raphael was staring him down, a somewhat smug look on his face.

"Told ya you'd regret telling me to come and get you."

The short turtle said a bit of snark leaking into his tone. Leo just blinked before a small amused smirk came upon his face.

"Yep you did and I can honestly say that I really am regretting it."

Leo responded, before Leonardo's voice brought his attention back to the dojo.

"Yame! The winner of this match is Raphael."

Leonardo said his voice rasping slightly. Leo went to get up when he caught sight of Raphael putting his sais away and then holding out a hand to help the red eared slider up from the floor.

"I don't usually say this kind of thing but you're one hell of an opponent kid."

Raphael said gruffly. Leo blinked as he grabbed the extended hand and was yanked up from the floor nearly falling forward from the strength of the momentum of said yank. Raphael caught him by the back of his shell and Leo felt himself grow embarrassed as he realized that this was the third time since he'd been in this world that he'd kissed the dojo floor.

"Thanks, you're pretty tough opponent too Short Stack."

Leo said honestly before biting back a snicker at Raphael's annoyed glare.

"Don't call me that."

The older red clad turtle said letting Leo go and going back to his seat on the dojo floor. The younger blue clad turtle just watched in slight amusement before going to take his own seat. Leonardo who had been watching them nearly sagged with relief. He'd been worried that an actual fight would break out between Raphael and Leo and that was the last thing he had wanted. The eldest turtle caught movement from the corner of his eye and noticed that Raph had also seemed to look relieved as well.

'Looks like I'm not the only one who has to worry about that kind of thing.'

Leonardo mused before finally speaking up again to call out the last pair for their practice session.

"Next is April and Mikey."

The eldest Hamato called out watching as the two got up to take their places. Mikey much like Michelangelo seemed to be buzzing with excitement however he also seemed a bit nervous to be going up against April.

"I just want to say that I'm sorry if I accidentally hurt you."

Mikey said wanting to get the apology out there to let April know that he was sorry should anything happen. April just shot him a small smile her eyes twinkling with a hidden secret.

"Don't worry, I'll be just fine."

The red head said reassuringly earning a warm smile in return. Leonardo held up his hand one last time and swung it down to signal the start of the match.

"Hajimeru!"

The shout sent the two into action. Mikey moved quickly, his nunchakus already out and crackling with bright orange mystics. With a quick swing the nunchakus lashed out towards April, bright orange flames bursting from the chains and head. April launched herself to the side quickly, her eyes wide with shock before she quickly pulled herself together and made her move. With a sense of ease she lunged for Mikey, dodging his weapons attacks with her quick and nimble movements. Quick as a flash she grabbed her fan, and swung it at the box turtle, the speed of it making the lethal blades sing. Mikey threw himself backwards to avoid being cut, a startled yelp coming out of him.

"Holy shell April you're fast!"

Mikey said awed by her speed. April just smiled and again went to strike.

"You're pretty quick on your feet as well Mikey!"

She responded back using her fan to block Mikey's nunchakus from striking her. The battle session continued on, the two smaller members of the dojo moving quickly and effectively, neither of them tiring nor wanting to back down. Leonardo and the others watched, awed and focused solely on the training session, just as they had been for the others. Mikey was quick, his movements more wild than his older counterpart's but yet just as difficult to pin down. April however kept up rather well despite how unhinged the fighting style was. Mikey swung his weapon once more the orange flames bursting to life. April barely missed getting hit by it, her ponytail barely avoiding being set on fire. The red head moved towards him, her fan again swinging out at him as she dodged and piered the box turtle's quick and chaotic attacks. They were evenly matched with one another and either of them seemed to be able to get the upper hand on one another. So much so that Leonardo finally decided to close the session down.

"Yame! The match ends in a tie."

The leader said as the two opponents lowered their weapons and stepped away from one another.

"Girl, your moves were sick! You gotta teach me how to move like that!"

Mikey said already cornering April somewhat as he gushed over her moves. April smiled at him and gently patted his head fondly.

"I'll teach you what I can if you agree to teach me how to do those flips you did. Those were out of this world."

April chirped earning a tight hug from the youngest turtle. Soon after they were all seated back in front of Leonardo who smiled at them with a bit of pride.

"You all have done well. At the rate we're going we'll be more than prepared to infiltrate the Kraang base once we've located them. Till then we'll keep training and learning about one another. For the rest of our training sessions I'll show you all different sutras and fighting stances and we'll try and correct anything that might need to be."

The Hamato clan leader said earning five shouts of.

"Hai Sensei!"

And four nods of agreement. Leonardo stared at the group in front of him, as they all went to get set up. Standing up himself to help them with their lessons Leonardo took a deep breath to prepare himself and joined his family in their training.

~~~~~

The city was quiet, which was surprising considering that New York as well as the Mystic City was always incredibly loud. There was always something going on in the bustling city, whether it was people yelling or cars and buses honking or music playing loudly from restaurants and other establishments or on rarer cases yokai running amok and reeking havoc on unsuspecting humans. So when Draxum had stepped out of his lab that evening and he had been greeted by nothing but an eerie silence the sheep yokai had instantly been on edge. Glancing around him Draxum locked up his lab, making sure that his newest security system was well and working. The purple one had explained the basics to him when it'd been installed nearly a month ago, when his lab had been broken into. He hadn't found out about the break in till he'd made his journey to do some research on a few things, such as the random bursts of mystic energy that had been happening on and off.

When he'd went to his lab it'd been turned upside down, his work and other instruments he used for his work overturned or ruined. It had been an absolute disaster, especially when he'd realized that some of his files had been stolen. Once he'd realized this he'd gotten in touch with his orange son and his family and they'd quickly came to help. His sons had checked the place all around yet they couldn't find even a clue as to who could have broken into his lab or had stolen his files. And while he usually would let those kinds of things go if they didn't have any leads, he couldn't simply drop this matter, because the files that had been stolen were critical. So critical in fact that if they'd gotten into the wrong hands it could quite literally spell disaster for everyone.

They were the files that contained all of his research regarding his creation of the ooze and the creation of his sons.

And they'd been stolen.

After that night his sons had been searching for any leads while also upgrading his security, hence why he was now currently making sure everything was in order. Once he was certain that things were in order and everything was locked up Draxum began to make his way into the Mystic City to head to the sewers. Reaching around in his robe pocket he pulled out the cellphone that the human April insisted he get and was greeted by a few strings of texts from three numbers.

The Rat: I've checked every part of the sewers that I could think of and still no sign of the boys. Let me know if you came across anything.

The O'Neil Human: Draxum, just wanted to let you know an update on the search. I've searched NYC as much as I possibly could and I've found nothing. Hoping that you're doing better in your search.

The Jones Human: Sir, I've come to report that there's no signs of the turtles. I will update you should I come across anything new.

Draxum gripped his phone a bit as he read the messages and their unhopeful news. The sheep yokai stared at the bright screen, his mind wandering as he recalled the last time he'd seen the boys. Back when he'd had that break in a few weeks back and his research had been stolen and his lab destroyed.

'Three weeks, the turtles have been missing for three weeks. Leaving nothing behind as to even hint at their whereabouts. Three weeks of searching and coming up with nothing.'

The sheep yokai thought a bit of frustration coming up within him. It was rare for him to feel like this, to feel helpless and frustrated. Yet it was a feeling well warranted given that the boys have been missing for nearly a month now. Draxum took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair mindlessly before responding to the messages letting them know that he too had no new news to give to the search. Pocketing his phone back into his pocket the scientist continued his walk towards his destination, trying to not let the ominous silence of the city get to him. He didn't have time to be worrying about it, since he had more important issues to deal with. Such as his research in the mission to find the boys. Draxum when the boys had vanished had noticed that the mystic energy surges which had been nothing but measly and not too dangerous to worry about had spiked suddenly within the span of two or three weeks and then on the night the turtles had went out on their routine patrol the energy surges had reached the highest levels they'd ever reached.

And Draxum knew that that was no mere coincidence.

So he'd spent countless hours learning everything he could, gathering each little piece of data that he hadn't paid attention to and he'd discovered a few things. The energy surges were of mystic origins, yet they also weren't which made them extremely hard to pinpoint when they'd occur next. They'd started about nearly a year ago, shortly after the defeat of the Shredder and setting his trapped soul free from the demonic armor. And it had only been recently that the surges had gotten stronger than they were. Those little details alone made Draxum all the more sure that they were somehow connected to the boys and their disappearance.

'The question is how are they connected and are they going to happen again?'

Draxum thought as he walked thinking about the days research. It didn't have much other than an increase in the surges once more and Draxum wanted to get to the lair to let that rat, Splints know about it. As the scientist walked through the dark mystic streets the silence seemed to shift around him and Draxum suddenly froze in his tracks his senses high on alert. With flickering ears the sheep yokai listened and realized with a small blooming sense of dread that the silence was so overbearing that he couldn't even hear the sounds of the bugs that usually crawled along the ground. Instead the atmosphere was tense, the surrounding areas around him deathly silent as if they were afraid to make a sound. As if they were waiting for something to happen. Draxum felt his body stiffen up as the sudden feeling of being watched filled him. Yellow eyes flickering around him he carefully scanned his surroundings, on the look out for anything out of the ordinary. He remained quiet and still for a long time, waiting with bated breath for something, anything to happen as the feeling of being watched grew by the second. His inner warning bells were screaming at him, telling him to leave and get out of the open. Before he even realized it he was already moving, his mystic powers bubbling up and ready to unleash his thorny vines on the possible threat.

The scientist walked his speed increasing in urgency as he tried to get away.

'Almost there, just a bit further and I'll finally get rid of this foolish paranoia-'

The thought was cut short as Draxum felt something strike him from the side, sending him flying into the nearby wall of one of the buildings harshly. Draxum let out a gasping wheeze stunned by the sudden attack. The sheep yokai struggled to get himself together and summoned his vines to protect himself when his nose was suddenly greeted with the most disgusting scent he'd ever come across.

It was strong, filled with the crackling scent of yokai magic, yet it was different. Alternated and mutilated, and surrounded by the scent of rotting flesh and drying blood. It was the scent that accompanied death, both mortal and yokai alike. A horrific amalgamation of the two. Draxum fought back the urge to vomit gritting his teeth together as he forced himself to stand up and prepare for a fight however he froze when he felt the vines start to be torn apart, the phantom sensation of sharp teeth and claws chewing their way through his shield filling him with a sudden terror he'd never experienced before. Draxum didn't think only responded on instinct as he swung his arm out causing the vines to do the same as they slammed into another wall. The sounds of bones breaking and an otherworldly screech of fury and pain sounded out into the night, rattling the sheep yokai down to his very bones.

Forcing himself to get a grip Draxum made the vines tighten on the thing and with a livid and cold stare turned his attention towards the lump of vines that had that thing that attacked him currently trapped.

"Whoever you are, you've just made a grave mistake."

The sheep yokai hissed teeth bared threateningly as he glared at the wall waiting for any signs of life. Draxum barely had time to prepare himself and the sudden sounds of vines ripping apart and that phantom sensation of chewing teeth tearing through them filled the air around him and out popped out the thing that had attacked him. What he saw made his blood freeze within his veins.

The thing no.....the monster was a moving corpse. It's eyes were glowing with mystic energy and its flesh was grey and reeked of death and rot and blood. But that wasn't what scared Draxum about this reanimated corpse no......

It was the sludge that was coming out of its body.

Bright green and glowing, yet with shaded parts of teal oozed out of the monster, mixed in with the scent of blood. It was a sludge he'd recognize anywhere.

After all he'd been the one to create the bright glowing green ooze.

The teal mixture however was something completely different yet seemed to be very similar. And it made him uneasy seeing it.

"What in the seven hells.....?"

He breathed shaken by the creature he now had trapped however he didn't get a chance to dwell on the horror show he had trapped within his grasp, because the next thing he knew he was being hit straight across the face, claws digging into his cheek and cutting it deeply. The scent of blood, his blood filled the already death filled air as he was thrown off of his feet. Draxum let out a livid pained hiss turning to see who had done the deed.

"Baron Draxum, we've been looking for you. And now you're coming with us."

The voice said in a hiss, cruel and cold. Before the sheep yokai could gather his bearings he was met with the heel of the kidnapper's boat and the world was shrouded in darkness.

*Cliffhanger whoops. The plot it's thickening lads! Just what exactly is going on? What exactly is this reanimated corpse monster and who had created it?? And who was the mystery person who took Draxum??? Find out next time on Dragon Ball Z-!!!! Jokes aside I've been wanting to get this plot going and now we're in the beginning stages fam!!!! Fair warning though y'all might hate me when it's all said and done lmfao. Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!!!*

#my writing #ooc probably sorry #anyways enjoy i guess #i tried my best y'all sorry if this sucks dhdhdhdhgj #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt/rottmnt crossover #tmnt 2012 rottmnt crossover #rottmnt tmnt 2012 crossover #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2018 #tmnt leo #rottmnt leo #tmnt raph #rottmnt raph #tmnt donnie #rottmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #rottmnt mikey #tmnt april #rottmnt april #tmnt splinter #rottmnt splinter #tmnt casey #rottmnt casey #rottmnt draxum #aka the chapter where Leo gets a bit of closure and honesty from Leonardo and the boys bond during training

[iiigris]

from under the cork tree for the album questions!!

oh goodness i don't think i've listened to this one all the way through yet... 👀

the first song from this album I heard: Sugar, we're going down!! it used to be on the radio all the time back when that was my only source of music listening. (side factoid, I used to think this song was on Infinity on High bc that was the only album cover I knew as fall out boy back when I first knew this song lsalghjdkd,, sometimes i still get it mixed up)

do I own the album?: no :'/

my favorite song: aawhwhaejhrehjf I'm sooo tempted to say a little less sixteen candles just bc of the mv but that's totally a bias. based on song alone it's definitely dance, dance. tbf that mv is also a banger tho

my least favorite song: aahh... probably I've got a dark alley... i guesss... im so sorry

a song I didn’t like at first, but now do: our lawyer ... . I specifically remember going through fall out boy's spotify profile on my computer when i was like 15 and being like oh haha ok that's actually a hilarious name for a song, i'll give it/the album a listen. I did not like it lol and actually never came back to futct until this july in preparation for my concert 💀💀

a song I used to like, but now don’t: I like them all now, I never liked a song from this album and had it go stale :3

my favorite lyric: why don't you show me a little bit of spine you've been saving for his mattress? I only want! you to think! in the form of you. crawling into bed with meee.... gets me every time holy shit

overall rating out of 10: god I always forget how good this album is until I listen to it by itself. 10/10 to be perfectly honest. no notes

send me an album!

#second fav lyric is 'your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one!' #tbh I thought I didn't like this album very much until I listened to it thru while answering this akhdakhds #eve's asks #album ask game #anon answered #fall out boy #from under the cork tree

[incorrect-idolmastersidem-quotes]

I can't believe this. They fucking forgot my birthday.

Kyoji (HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!)

#source: sixteen candles #kyoji takajo #imas sidem #sidem #idolm@ster sidem #the idolm@ster sidem #incorrect quotes