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novankenn · 2 months

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Steadfast, Immovable (2)

Qrow grunted as he disemboweled one Beowulf, before beheading another with Hardbringer. He moved as fast as he could, using all his skill and ability to circle the small gaggle of four girls. He had almost been too late in noticing that they were missing, and now he was payingfor it. Likewise, he cursed his semblance, as more of the foul beasts emerged from the shadows. He had never seen such a concentration of grimm around Patch, and he was slowly losing ground. Even with Tai’s help, they were, being pushed back. He was quite possibly the strongest huntsman Ozpin currently had in his employ; and Tai was no slouch, fighting with a fury he had never seen before, but they were still only two men. Dashing to the side, he avoided an attack and intercepted the charge of another. Terror spiked in his chest, gripping his heart. They weren’t going to be enough to protect them. He and Tai were going to fail, and that failure was going to cost four young girls their lives.

Rushing forward again, Harbinger in its scythe form, Qrow spun about his heels, causing the wicked blade to flash through the air, severing limbs. He couldn’t give up. He couldn’t give into fear. For Summer, he had to succeed. He couldn’t fail Saphron, Yang, Juniper and Ruby. So focused on his own thoughts, and actions, he didn’t hear the thunderous crash of trees being uprooted or snapped off. He never heard the cry of joy, that rang out from Saphron. He didn’t even recognize that aid had arrived until he witnessed grimm being torn asunder by a stream of high caliber explosive rounds. Risking a look over his shoulder, he saw it.

The once pristine paint on its boxy form was peeling, rusty patches decorated its armor, yet its thirteen-foot tall frame, towered above the huddled clutch of girls as it plodded past them and Tai. The heavy gun that took the place of its right arm, spinning and unleashing barrages of bullets into the enclosing pack. Dodging and counter attacking a Beowulf, he took another chance to see what it was doing. It was pressing forward, levelling its claw like left hand towards a pack of Beowulf trying to charge its position.

A wave of blazing orange flames rolled over them. Qrow would never have ever thought he would shudder at the sounds or sight of dying grimm, but hearing the howls of agony, and seeing their writhing forms as the flames consumed them, proved him wrong. He hoped that the girls were not watching, that they were staying like he told them, eyes closed, and ears covered. Falling back, to be closer. He shifted his weapon into shotgun mode.

“I am merciless fury.” the voice boomed into the night, a rumbling sound that Qrow hadn’t heard for over four years. “I am cleansing rage.”

“Jaune?” Qrow shouted at the hulking metal monster, as he once again cursed his luck, just as an Alpha lunged from the shadows slamming into the massive tank like bipedal weapons platform. The screech of claws against metal was carried through the air. The sound of straining servos, and hydraulics was overlapped by the snarls of the nearly equal sized grim.

“I am the angel’s vengeance!” Jaune’s voice somehow sounded like it was shouting as his torso twisted, spinning a complete three-hundred-sixty degrees, throwing the Alpha off balance before smashing the barrels of his gun into the grimm’s shoulder, with a sickening crunch.

“Little brothers! Take my little sisters in hand, for I shall cleave a path to sanctuary. A path wreathed in fire!”

Tai and Qrow moved, each man scooping up two of the girls, one under each arm. Behind them, they heard a howl and then a yelp, punctuated by the sound of shattering bone, and pulping flesh.

Putting everything they could, the two men, pushed what little aura they had left, girding their legs against the strain of carrying the extra weight of the girls. Behind them the ripping roar of a gun going off, accompanied by the whooshing crackle of flames scorching the air, underscored the sounds of dying grimm.

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#rwby #warhammer 40k #jaune arc #junpier arc #saphron arc #ruby rose #yang xiao long #tai xiao long #qrow branwen

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fbfh · 1 year

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light up the dark [XIIII] - Leo Valdez x reader

wc: 2.7k

genre: adventure, ass kicking

warnings: khione being creepy toward leo, guns and gunshots, fire, monster fights, ass kicking

summary: You discover something new about yourself, Leo greets an unexpected visitor, and you show up for him when he really needs you.

song recs: no wind resistance - kinneret, to the sky - owl city, sugar we're going down - fall out boy, angel with a shotgun - the cab, stupid cupid - connie francis

a/n: I have been watching malcolm in the middle for two or three days straight and my brain started playing an ai generated episode in my head when I tried to sleep last night and my inner monolog now sound like frankie munez.

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After running as far as you can as fast as you can - which isn’t as much as you’d like it to be, running in the middle of a blizzard is hard even for you - you finally stop to catch your breath. You’re only a block or two away, but it feels like much further than that. You try to catch your breath, but you can’t even focus on the cold air biting into your lungs and freezing the tip of your nose. You can’t focus on much of anything,except the itchy, burning, ripping sensation that’s now spread to the whole of your upper back. You can’t even focus on the panic that had been racing through your mind. You would crouch on the ground if it wasn’t already covered in several inches of icy snow. You pace around a little, and eventually you feel it start to subside. Under the thick, white blanket covering the ground, you can’t exactly see where you’re stepping. Your foot half catches on a curb you didn’t know was there, and slides against the slick ground.

Right as you start to yell, right as you throw out your hands to catch yourself on the cold, jagged ground, you feel the bones in your back pop. A whooshing noise graces your ears, scattering the path of the snowflakes falling around you, and you find your descent slowed. You land in a crouch, catching yourself gently instead of full on face planting like you expected to. You try to stand up, but you’re met with resistance. You push harder, fighting with more strength than you usually have to in order to stand up. You move much slower than usual. Once you’re finally standing up, you notice spaces in the air on either side of you that are completely void of snowflakes. Something is blocking them. You take in a breath, turning your head to see behind you.

You barely have to turn your head at all before you see feathers. Thick white feathers mottled with pink and red tips and undertones extend a few feet on either side of you. Smaller downy feathers blow away from you in the wind, scattering as you stand there, breathless and stupefied. You let out a loud, sudden laugh of disbelief. You have wings sprouting from your back. Everything that happened before now is so far from your stream of consciousness. You’re sure if you were able to remember that something had been wrong in the first place, or that you were supposed to be keeping up the whole don’t fuck with me goth girl persona, you would be grateful for the distraction. But you’re not, and all of that drops away, scattering from your mind like the last of the downy baby feathers molting from your back. It keeps repeating in your quieted mind over and over. You have wings.

Can you fly with them? Can you even use them? You try to flex your back muscles experimentally, and they flap toward you, air swirling around you. The sudden movement almost makes you fall over again, and you stumble to catch yourself.

“Okay, okay,” you say to yourself, barely audible over the wind. “A little less of… that.”

You flex your back again, more gently this time, and air rushes around you as you beat your wings forward once without falling over. You let out a laugh, not only shocked that this is real, but that you’re actually getting the hang of it. After a few moments of fidgeting, you figure out which way to move your shoulders to get them to flap back away from you. You let out another shocked laugh. You almost fell over from the force again. But that’s not going to stop you. Not a chance. You try pairing the two movements, and beat your wings back and forth in succession. You start to sway, and let out an excited scream when you feel the force lift you up off the ground a little.

You try to catch your breath, steady yourself, then try it again. This time, you beat your wings twice before they catch on the wind. You rise almost a foot off the ground before coasting back down. You can fly. Sort of. You can coast, which is definitely something. You’re sure anything is impressive since most people don’t have giant cupid wings sprouting out of their back. You try it a few more times, beating your wings to rise off the ground, and gliding back down. You bounce around like that in the snow, leaving more and more erratic footprints behind you. You beat your wings an extra time, going up the highest you’ve been so far. Your giddy excitement is short lived, however, as you see two figures in the distance, one of which suddenly becomes engulfed in flames. Your stomach drops.

It’s Leo. It has to be.

“Shit…” Any residual apprehension about flying and controlling your newfound wings dissipates, all your focus shifting to Leo. Your instincts take over, and you flap up higher so you can find him.

Leo watches her closely as she laughs maniacally, and the snow around her moves, growing and lurching until it forms icy monsters on every side of both of them. They growl menacingly, and he steels himself, reminding himself that his fire should be enough to hold them back, and ideally, enough to kick their asses. Khione extends her hand and more monsters appear behind him, but to Leo’s surprise, they retreat quickly towards the house. They attack the doors and windows, sealing the exits with ice as snow swirls down even harder than before. Leo slices fire at the monsters, enough to fend them off.

He thinks back, trying to remember where he left his phone… on his bed. Plugged in and charging. All the pride he’s felt since figuring out all it took to make phones safe for demigods is a simple combination of jailbreaking and adding in a thin celestial bronze coating to a few pieces of hardware fades away. His phone won’t do jack shit if it’s inside the house. He doesn’t even have any drachmas, and he wouldn’t be able to make a call with one anyway, not when there’s this much snow everywhere. There’s so much diffused light bouncing around, there’s no way Nico could even shadow travel out here. He really doesn’t have a chance.

He kicks and hits, blasting fire at the icy goons Khione dragged out of the ground, and for a while he matches them hit for hit.

"Kind of a cop out to have your little snowmen do your dirty work!" He yells with a fierce grin.

"Just you wait till I take you back to my palace," she says menacingly, "I have more than one method of shutting you up, and I'm sure I can think of a way or two to get some manners into you."

Leo shudders, not wanting to know what she's implying. She lets out a yell, raising her arms and summoning even more ice monsters. His stomach drops as they start to close in. He summons even more fire, continuing to slash through the demonic ice sculptures, but he knows there are too many of them. They're coming at him too fast, and at this point it's a matter of time before he's overpowered. He doesn't give a shit if Khione does win, if she does manage to drag his ass back to her wannabe Elsa castle. Nothing she could say or do, no amount of monsters or snow could make him stop fighting her. If he's going down, there's no chance he's going down without a fight.

Suddenly, over the roar of the inferno around him and the howling wind beyond that, he hears a loud woosh. Behind Khione, behind the monsters and the snow, a figure appears, getting closer and closer. Leo sees a flash of bright red back lit against the silhouette, and his eyes widen as he realizes that it's you. You reach up to your ear, pulling out the shotgun earring you're still wearing from the day before. You descend, gliding down and he hears the barrel of your gun cock. A gunshot resonates through the air, echoing through the neighborhood, and Khione’s eyes widen as the monster directly in front of her collapses before turning to glittering sulfuric dust. You loop back up before descending again.

Two more gunshots reverberate, and more of Khione’s monsters go down. Leo wheels around, taking out another with a flaming arc of his hand. Khione lets out a terrifying growl, refusing to lose her lover again. She won’t lose, not like this. More and more gunshots echo through the air between you, and you feel the stark difference between the bitter cold whipping around you turn into a restorative roaring heat when you get close enough to Leo’s fire. It melts the snow around him, and the ice and snowflakes falling above him turn into rain when they get close enough, sizzling into steam when they make contact with him.

Khione tries to summon more monsters, but every time she does, Leo melts away the ones closest to him, and you shoot the ones that are far away enough to stay frozen. You fall into a rhythm, your attacks sync up and the tides really begin to turn. It’s only a few moments later that you tear down the last monster, and Khione screams, looking even more unhinged and terrifying than she had been. You finally, finally descend, landing behind her in the slushy puddle of half melted snow and monster dust from the fight. Your legs almost give out when you land, but you ignore the way they shake, you ignore the ache in your back from using muscles you didn’t even know you had, you ignore the screaming fatigue ripping through you and making you feel like you could collapse at any minute. You grab her neck, nails digging into her flesh, and press the barrel of your gun up against her head.

“Where the fuck is the sundial.” You spit, the words tearing through your burning lungs like a wild animal. You don’t give a fuck about how fucking tired you are or how confusing this whole morning has been; it’s time to put an end to this. Leo can barely process all of this, how beautiful you look when you’re cold and exhausted, the fact that you have fucking angel wings sprouting out of your back, the fact that you’re even here at all. You’re all he’s wanted since the last time he saw you a few hours ago, and he’s so relieved that you’re okay, that you’re here. He knows now isn’t the best time for this, but you look really, really fucking hot all roughed up after a fight like this. You breathe hard for a few moments, waiting for Khione to answer. She doesn’t. Instead, she looks past you at Leo.

“After the humiliation I’ve suffered,” she says, the defeat sitting uneasily in her eyes, “You think I would do you the honor?” She scoffs bitterly, and her gaze hardens.

“It’s somewhere that you’ll never find it.”

As soon as she spits out her words, she dissipates in a cloud of powdery snow. The second it hits the ground, all the snowflakes falling around you turn to rain. The clouds above you gain depth, turning to stony deep grays, moving faster across the sky than they had been. You and Leo stand there, stunned, and catch your breath. After a few moments, the harsh bite is completely gone from the air, and petrichor fills your senses. The air around you quickly sinks from frigid to chilly to crisp, and before you know it, it’s refreshingly cool outside. The rain seems to have renewed you both, baptizing you into clear states of mind and leaving you refreshed.

“C’mon,” You turn to Leo, who places his hand on your back. “Let’s go.”

You nod, agreeing softly, and you make your way back to the house. You look over at him, watching the way the rain makes his curls fall together in heavy clumps. You move your shoulder awkwardly, lifting up the wing next to him to hover above his head. It’s too late to keep him dry, but you can at least try to prevent him from getting more wet. He glances up, then over at you, eyes sparkling as he chuckles.

“Thanks.” He smiles.

By the time you trudge back through the yard, the slushy ice is mostly gone, and the magic ice locking everyone in the house has become puddles that are slightly flooding the yard. Footsteps thunder towards the front door, where you know you and Leo are about to be greeted and have a lot to fill everyone in on. You shift your shoulder blades experimentally, and feel something start to retract. The door flies open, and you’re met with overlapping chatter that quickly dies down. There’s about five seconds of silence before everyone’s voices explode again, this time freaking out about your wings. Before long, Percy’s voice raises over everyone else’s.

“Okay, fuck it! Family meeting, everyone in the living room now!”

He guides everyone in like a sheepdog until you and Leo are sitting across from everyone else, all of you crammed onto the plush furniture.

“This is new…” Hazel says, fiddling with the silky drawstring of her pajama bottoms.

“Sorry,” Annabeth interjects, setting down her coffee before picking it right back up to take a sip. “Is anyone going to explain the whole… ice house arrest thing? What the hell was that?”

You and Leo share a look. He sighs, and begins to explain everything that happened, looking to you to help him fill in the details. You’re not sure how long it takes to bring them up to speed about the fight and Khione and your wings, but when you’re done, they all sit in silence, processing the last few hours of your lives. Finally, Nico breaks the silence.

“I mean, it makes sense.”

The confusion is palpable, and he continues.

“The wings thing, I mean. Cupid and Eros are both usually depicted with wings, so…”

You shrug, supposing that makes sense. You were relieved to hear that Calypso finally left, you just wish you’d been there to kick her out yourself. But you think Leo finally getting to put her in her place is better than anything you could have come up with to tell her. Jason groans loudly, pushing his glasses up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Okay, you guys should go dry off, we’ll iris message Chiron and fill him in. We can… come up with a plan to find something hidden somewhere we’ll never find it. That sounds easily achievable.” He grumbles sarcastically, and Piper laughs. As you and Leo shuffle upstairs, you hear them talking about tracking the snow storm, bouncing around other ideas to figure out where Khione went. The tops of your wings bump into the doorway, and you gasp loudly, pain shooting down into your back. It feels like bumping both your funny bones at once, and Leo looks over to you, checking if you’re okay. You try flexing your back again like you did outside, and this time, your wings retract fully. You look at each other, startled.

“I… did not know you could do that…” he muses.

“Yeah,” you agree, “me neither.”

You consider being able to use your newfound wings at least somewhat functionally after less than one day of practice a success. You head up the stairs, and hear Chiron’s voice coming from the living room while they tell him what’s going on. You’re sure Chiron will have an idea, some plan to help you figure everything out. It feels like you’re finally making some progress.

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joshfuckingkiszka · 2 years

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『summer heat - jtk』

jtk x f!reader

i'm sorry this took so long, i've been a bit of a wreck lmao. hope this is good enough for y’all.

THIS PIECE IS 18+ MINORS DNI

» requested

warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (once again, a given with me but wrap it up folks), and mention of the double standard of men being shirtless and women not being able to - FREE THE NIPPLE - anyways.

☼

Nashville humidity was an absolute killer. Luckily, your absolute angel of a best friend, Jake, insisted you attend a beach trip with his band. You had been apprehensive at first, of course, if only for looks. Who wants to intrude on a well-deserved vacation after a particularly grueling tour? Certainly not you - even if you really wanted to go.

However, he assured you that Kenzi and Hannah would be there as well, and you wouldn’t be intruding. He claimed you were “practically family”. For an unidentifiable reason, that struck a sore chord with you. But you brushed it off for Jake’s sake, and finally “conceded” to his demands.

“How many Fleetwood Mac shirts do you have, exactly?” Jake was laying horizontally at the end of your bed, his head resting on his hand.

“Not enough - and don’t say it like it’s a problem, Stevie is an absolute gem!” He rolled his eyes with a smile on his face as you dramatically threw your hands on your hips.

The drive there wasn’t entirely awful. Two separate vehicles was absolutely the better choice for your sanity, though. You’d manage to lose shotgun to Josh, who insisted on talking your ear off about some indie film he’d recently become obsessed with.

“What’s your favorite movie, Penny?”

“Don’t ask that question and use that nickname in the same sentence, you’ll sound stupid,” you told him jokingly. Josh often made fun of your - only slight - obsession with Almost Famous. After the guys had seen your numerous posters and decor inspired by the movie, they’d nicknamed you “Penny”.

On day three of your vacation, you’d awoken early to the stream of sunlight and the soft sound of waves hitting the shore. Downstairs, you found Jake, alone, strumming his acoustic on the couch.

“I think it’s pretty pretentious that you bring your guitar on vacation, Jacob,” you told him, sitting beside him on the couch, legs crossed.

“Well, Penny, you never know when inspiration will strike you.”

Deadpanning, you said, “I’m gonna strike you if you don’t take me to the beach.”

“You can’t wait until the group gets back?”

“Jake, they went hiking, it could be hours.” Leave it to Josh to find a hiking trail no matter where he went.

Rolling his eyes and letting out a playfully exasperated breath, he agreed and told you to hurry and put your swimsuit on before he left you. You knew he wouldn’t, though, he loved you. You were his best friend. Ouch, another sore chord.

He waited for you on the back porch, the beach house the guys had rented had a private beach only accessible to you guys. At the sound of your footsteps, he turned, his expression changing ever so slightly to one of surprise.

“What is that?”

“Look, Jacob, I know you don’t have a ton of experience with women but I do expect you know what a bikini looks like.”

Granted, was it a bit revealing? Perhaps, but you were a grown woman, for God’s sake. Regardless, you walked down the short pathway to the beach, occasionally bumping into each other on purpose. You laid your towel out on the sand, wordlessly handing him the sunscreen so he could apply it to your back.

His hands were cold and you shivered against his touch. You heard him attempting to stifle his laughter and elbowed him in the ribs. When he finished, you moved to give him the same treatment. Jake’s back was smooth and his skin was so warm, despite having only been in the sun for a few minutes.

After a second, he turned his head slightly to say, “Well, at least you don’t really have to worry about tan lines, I guess.”

“I could worry less if I didn’t have a top on at all.” It didn’t really have any double meaning behind it, just a true statement. “I mean, it’s not really fair, is it? Guys can take their shirt off, well, anywhere, really. But the second a woman does it, it’s a ‘problem’ and she needs to ‘cover up’. Such a fucking double standard, it’s not my fault I have more fat and tissue there than you do.”

“Penny, there’s no one else here. If you wanna take it off, I won’t judge you. It’s the human body, it’s natural and nothing to be ashamed of.”

You let his words ruminate for a minute, searching his face to ensure he was truly okay with it. Once you found no ounce of hesitation surrounding him, you reached behind you to untie your top, slipping it over your head.

His breath hitched for a second, and he eyed you carefully to make sure you didn’t hear it. When you laid back on your towel, drenched in sunlight appearing to him as an ethereal goddess, he knew you didn’t. The sunglasses you wore were big and orange, a genuine gift from Danny for your birthday.

You looked straight out of a 70s movie, one Josh would probably talk about for weeks. One Jake could watch for the rest of his life and never get tired of.

“Get in the water with me, Jakey,” you begged. He stood with a groan and raced you into the ocean. You let out a betrayed gasp when he splashed you, and began a battle of water. Running away from his torment, he chased you until he finally grabbed your shoulders, turning you pulling you into his chest. He wrestled with you for a second before dunking you into the cold water.

“I could kill you for that, Kiszka.”

With his signature smirk, his eyes boring into yours, he asserted, “I’d love to see you try.”

You threw yourself onto Jake, catching him by surprise and causing him to lose his footing, and took him under with you. When the two of you came up, it was all smiles and boisterous laughter until you both realized you were still pressed into his chest.

His smile died down and you couldn never miss the way his eyes flickered to your lips.

“Jakey?”

“Mhm?”

“Kiss me.”

It felt as if a wire had snapped within the two of you, all the years of tension building up to this very moment. His lips felt like they were branded into yours, and you didn’t mind. You never wanted to lose this feeling. Jake’s hands gripped onto your thighs and you took his hint and jumped. For a moment, you worried about falling, but his hold never faltered as he walked the two of you back to the house.

He laid you down gently on his bed, and, while you wanted him to absolutely take you, the look in his eyes told you he would always be gentle. It was you, after all. You realized, after a second of paused movements, that he’s taking it all in. The way your hair splays around you, how your legs curl up so that your feet dig into the soft comforter, and especially the deep breaths you take that make you look absolutely fucked out already.

Jake lowered himself gently on top of you, but you surely wouldn’t have minded feeling his entire body weight on top of you, at this point. His lips met yours, almost timidly, but you soon concluded he was attempting to control himself. You let him, seeing as how you’re already crossing a plethora of formerly-thought boundaries.

One of his hands reached up to cup your bare breast and you gasped at the contact. He pulled away to make sure you were okay, but upon seeing your eyes closed and mouth open at the sensation, he lowered himself to wrap his lips around your nipple. After giving what he determined to be enough attention to both, he began trailing his lips down your stomach. When he nipped just above your belly button, you scolded him.

“Hey! No marks.”

“Oops.”

He wasn’t sorry, and he wouldn’t pretend to be, either. You couldn’t even say you were that mad. If it wasn’t for the fact that the guys would never let you live it down, you would let him mark you entirely.

Wrapping his fingers around the waistband of your bottoms, he looked up to you for confirmation. You let out a quiet ‘please’ and then they were gone. The way he kept eye contact with you as his tongue delved into your cunt was absolutely sinful. Jake alternated between licking and sucking at your clit seemingly randomly, but it was so strategic. When he stopped you thought you were going to cry.

“Want you to sit on my face, pretty girl.”

He moved you to take your place on the bed, beckoning you onto him. Like any other girl, you didn’t intend on fully taking a seat, however his arms wrapped around your thighs, and you had no other option. Within seconds, you could barely hold yourself up, as if your entire torso was made of jelly. Steadying yourself, you planted your hands on his stomach, and it brought you closer to the edge to feel how his muscles twitched below your touch. Soon you were cumming on his face, and you worried about your grip potentially bruising his abdomen. You fell to his side, his hips beside your face.

Jake’s eyes were beautiful, you had always thought so. Seeing them in this new light, blown out by lust and admiration only brought out that beauty more. Quickly, he roughly planted his lips back on yours, as if they were meant to be there, and, gripping your hips as you had his, brought you back to the center of the bed. He didn’t even bother flipping you around, leaving it so that your head was at the bottom of the mattress.

Turning around for a split second, he grabbed a pillow and maneuvered it underneath your hips.

“Heard that this makes it feel better,” he explained.

In a minute, his swim trunks were on the ground and he was once again searching for that acknowledgement that it was okay to move forward. Once he had it, he was sheathed inside you and you both let out the same low moan.

“You okay?” His hand gently caressed your jaw.

Nodding, you told him breathily, “I’m great, please move, Jakey.”

“God, I love it when you call me that.”

He built his pace up, starting slowly to ensure that you were comfortable. When you moaned, he knew you were wordlessly telling him to go faster. It felt like you were gonna pass out - in a good way, of course - as he thrusted heartily into you, gripping your hips with an unexpected force, and left nearly bruising kisses to your neck.

The sensations were so overwhelming, and you quickly felt your peak approaching once again. It didn’t help hearing those grunts escaping Jake, you’d heard them when he was playing. Within this - much different - context, you thought you’d never been able to hear them again without wanting him to ruin you.

“Cum for me, baby.” That did it. You let out a drawn out moan as you came, and soon he was doing the same.

For a minute, you laid there attempting - but not wanting - to come down from the euphoric pleasure. You felt his hand on your jaw once more, caressing the soft skin of your face. His thumb ran over your swollen lips and you turned to smile at him.

“You know I’ve always kinda been in love with you, right?”

“Good. ‘Cause I’ve always kinda been in love with you too.”

The front door was shut loudly and you heard two boisterous voices. They quieted down for a second before you heard Josh.

“Who the hell tracked all this sand in the house?!”

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starlitangels · 1 year

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Songs and Ships!

I’ve been tagged by the lovely @floofdeloop for the songs and ships game, where we post songs that we associate with certain ships!

So, now the entire fandom gets to see how milquetoast my music taste is. Sorta. I just have very specific criteria for songs that I associate with characters and ships and a lot of songs I love don’t meet said criteria

Enjoy! Also I don’t know how to use Spotify on my computer, just my phone, so we’re doing YouTube links instead so I don’t lose my mind

Avior/Starlight

Other Side - Anberlin this one doesn’t count because Erik dropped it in a stream. I just like it and kept it

Sky Full of Stars - Coldplay (does this one need an explanation? I don’t think it does)

Somewhere Only We Know - Keane (this one doesn’t count either. Floof put it on an Avior/Starlight playlist first)

Endless Night - The Lion King on Broadway (switch Father for Starlight and it works leave me alone)

Vincent/Lovely

Stand By You - Rachel Platten (they’ve been through so much)

Electric Love - BØRNS (cheesy, cliché, doesn’t count?)(gendered but Vibes™)

Chasin’ the Sun - The Wanted (it’s a bop and a lot of the lyrics vibe and also can’t beat the music video lol)

Elliott/Sunshine

Bring Me the Night - Sam Tsui and Kina Grannis (just listen to it and you’ll know exactly what I mean)

Happy as the Sun - Tyrone Wells (another one where you just have to trust me)

Gavin/Freelancer

Love Like This - Ben Rector (I’ve been too cowardly to send this one to @gingerbreadmonsters for months now but this song encompasses them perfectly and I take no criticism)

Extraordinary Magic - Ben Rector (just cute)

Glad You Came - The Wanted (i mean, tell me this isn’t early S1 of these two and you’ll be wrong, innuendo in the lyrics or not)

Asher/Babe

Babe - Styx (one of my favorite songs growing up, and I hc that Gabe was really into classic rock and passed it on to both Davey and Ash)

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go - Wham! (idk why. just. energy)

Davey/Angel

Angel - Theory of a Deadman (I think one of the only obviously-gendered ones, sorry. The song slaps)

Gravity - Tyrone Wells (the one couplet about foundation cuts to the core of their relationship)

Everything - Michael Bublé (I just think it’s neat, and for some reason I imagine Davey looking a lot like my actual husband even though they’re nothing alike and this is kinda-not-really our song. We don’t have “a song,” we have a playlist)

Dark Side - Kelly Clarkson (from David’s POV)

I’m also semi-convinced that Angel teases David with every song with “Angel” in the title including “Angel with a Shotgun” - The Cab

Sam/Darlin’

As Long As You’re Mine - Wicked Soundtrack (don’t know why. it just is)

My Demons - Starset (Vibes™)

I Won’t Give Up - Jason Mraz (if you look me dead in the eye and say this isn’t them I will simply not believe you)

Stand By Me - Florence and the Machine (this version specifically because it wrenches my heartstrings)

Dark Side - Kelly Clarkson (Darlin’s POV)(yup this one gets put on twice)

Also “Never Die” - All Good Things is the Darlin’ beating the snot out of Quinn song and I take no criticism on this

I think this was supposed to be 5-10 songs for one ship but my brain doesn’t work like that. Have too many songs to listen to

Tagging @frenchiefitzhere and Ginger (if you haven’t already been tagged!), and @ryn-halo26 and @dollscircus

#Redacted ASMR #Redacted Audio #tag game #Redacted Avior #Redacted Starlight #Redacted Vincent #Redacted Lovely #Redacted Elliott #Redacted Sunshine #Redacted Gavin #Redacted Freelancer #Redacted Asher #Redacted Babe #Redacted David #Redacted Angel #Redacted Sam #Redacted Darlin'#i saved Sam and Darlin' for the end because I have A Lot™

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Short story I was kind of proud of:

Atlas was rushing towards the forest, away from the furious shouting and the undeniable click of a firearm being reloaded. They had known that sneaking into a farm in rural Texas could only end badly, but the piercing hunger they felt eventually convinced them to take the risk. As Atlas reached the woods, safe but empty handed, they once again considered begging for food in town but knew that would most likely lead to trouble. People seeing some homeless person seemingly in their teens would lead to them getting stuck in the foster care system, which would be quite the hassle. Neither hunger nor the shotguns of their robbery victims would kill them anyway, but both were still very uncomfortable. While Atlas sat under the trees lit up by the rising sun, pondering over what to do, they thought over how they even got here.

Atlas had existed longer than anyone could remember, themself included. They had never had anyone to guide them or tell them about their origin, so they were left asking. Most of their existence had faded out of their memory, and they could only recall a fraction of the many things they had experienced. They had encountered people from vastly different times and parts of the world, and had been treated many different ways. Some people saw them as a god, others as a monster. Atlas always preferred being treated like a person though. While real friendships of theirs were scarce and short lived, it always started with that. Someone saw a person when everyone else saw something nonhuman.

Atlas had used many different names during their time, but when they spent some time in Greece during the early 400s B.C. they encountered the name Atlas. It stuck out to them and they decided to use it for the time being. Since then it had simply stuck around.

When the Cold War ended, Atlas had thought it would be a great idea to head to the U.S. to see what had changed during the last 100 years or so, a decision they would come to gravely regret. Now they sat here in some woods in rural Texas, contemplating whether it would be worth risking their freedom to get some food.

Soon they began to feel their thoughts slowing down. The morning had turned into early day, and with it came the heat. Eventually, when their mind just felt like mush, Atlas decided that cooling off came first. They could fix the food problem afterwards. There was a small stream running through the forest in front of them, hopefully it would lead to something big enough to cool them down. Atlas started wandering along the stream while slowly whistling to themself, and the further down the stream they went the deeper the forest felt. The trees went from exaggerated bushes to magnificent oaks, the mostly visible sky shifted into a thick green ceiling, and a scent of flowers and moss replaced the smell of arid dirt. While the forest got more and more forest-y, Atlas’s confusion grew. How was there such a dense forest in the middle of Texas?

Eventually they reached a large clearing in the woods, and the stream finally led them to what they were looking for. A large pond, located in the middle of the glade. With a sigh of relief, Atlas pulled off their sweaty shirt and threw themself into the pond. The feeling of the cool water flowing around their body could only be described as angelic, and for a couple of seconds they forgot how hungry they were. The feeling of total euphoria didn’t last long though, as their empty stomach didn’t simply disappear. That’s when they realized the abundance of fruit trees and berry bushes around them.

“This simply must be paradise”, Atlas thought to themself before feasting. They didn’t know how much time had gone by as they sat on the ground gorging upon a berry bush, when a gust of cold air hit them. They turned around to see a dark silhouette behind them. Standing there was a tall woman in a long black dress looking at them. She wore multiple small gold chains around her neck and in her ears hung small dream catchers with seemingly infinite intricacy and detail. Her straight black hair flowed around her, framing her pale face. Her cold eyes, while not hostile, felt unavoidable and across them passed a quick look of surprise before returning to a satisfactory determination. “Hello Atlas,” she greeted pleasantly.

Atlas felt a sudden rush of fear.

“Who’s this? Why does she know my name? Is she here to take me?”, rushed through their mind. Seeing her made them suddenly remember all the times they got burned at the stake, lost most of their blood, or fell to what should have been their death. The lady saw Atlas' eyes fill with pain and fear, and said “You don’t have to worry, that pain will never return.” Upon seeing their questioning expression she added “I guess you expected to never meet me.” She held out a welcoming hand. “I am Death. Nice to meet you.”

Atlas’s panic was defeated by their curiosity and they couldn’t stop themself from asking what they had wondered their entire life. “Do you know where I came from?”, they asked. Death looked amused. “I do, and I intend to tell you, but I’ll want to do one thing for me after it.” “Sure!”, Atlas answered, too excited about finally knowing the full story to worry about what it could mean.

“For a long time the Earth was a barren place… and so was my heart. Until she appeared and changed everything. My darling, my love and the greatest on Earth. You humans call her Life.” In Death’s eyes appeared a pleasant warmth for a moment before she returned to the story. “She had quite the passion for creation and always came up with new stuff. Most of the time I got to clean up after her, but it was all oh so worth it. Seeing and sometimes receiving her amazing creations were the greatest of joys. Humans were one of her latest big projects and she went all out with multiple design phases and drafts.” She smirked thinking back to her girlfriend’s obsessions. “That’s how you came into the picture. You were one of the first mostly complete drafts, and therefore never really brought to reality. That was the plan at least.” Death let out a heavy sigh. Though challenging, Atlas managed to keep themself from asking about anything. The truth about their background was more important than answers to unnecessary philosophical questions such as what happens after death. She continued.

“During one of our date nights she went a bit heavy on the wine, and in her very drunken state she decided to go through her series materials and creations. The result was your existence.”

Death paused before further explaining, “The next day she woke up, so utterly embarrassed that she didn’t speak of what had happened. Therefore I didn’t know and couldn’t take you back when I should have. That was, until last night when she finally told me, and we decided to find you.”

There it was. The answer Atlas had been looking for their entire life. Suddenly, the question that they had been asking for so long didn’t feel that important anymore. Atlas didn’t know how to feel or react, so they simply stood there for a while. Death patiently waited for them, being quite experienced with people feeling existential dread.

Eventually Atlas looked up into Death’s eyes with an almost defeated look. “What do you want me to do?”, Atlas asked Death. “I think you already know”, Death answered with an indecipherable look. While looking into the comfortable infinity that was Death’s eyes, the realization dawned on them. The knowledge of their background wasn’t the only unobtainable thing that would finally be accessible for them. Something that they had long since given up on, and stopped hoping for. The possibility of following all their loved ones, when they all inevitably left them. The ability to leave the Earth before the Earth left them. Atlas would finally die.

That thought overwhelmed them. After watching everyone they ever met eventually die, over and over again, they simply grew numb. Now, with the relief of an end in sight, all the grief came bubbling back, and their eyes began to water. For the first time in centuries, Atlas cried.

Death, watching Atlas’s emotions unfold, opened her arms for them. She felt quite the sympathy for this person, walking the Earth for such a long time with no one to truly know them. Humans weren’t made for that kind of strain.

Atlas fell into her comforting embrace with a sense of catharsis. When they stepped back they were bleeding. All the wounds and all the damage that should have killed them had returned, but there was no pain. They fell to their knees on the wet grass, and when they looked up there stood a second figure next to Death. With luscious golden hair, and a round face wearing an apologetic smile, there stood a woman. “I’m sorry for the trouble. I hope you had a good one”, Life said. “I wish you the best.” As Atlas’s vision faded, Life grabbed Death’s hand and waved.

Atlas smiled.

#writeblr #writing #short story #i wrote this a while ago and i'm still pretty nervous about posting #tw death #death and life

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maze-arts · 1 year

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I got jumpscared by angel with a shotgun in 2022... on aimsey's stream...

#maze talks about stuff #maze liveblogs stuff

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fearofahumanplanet · 2 years

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Concrete Riven Excerpt (10/13/2022)

This is a little excerpt of my WIP Predator: Concrete Riven, a long-fic set in Skid Row, Los Angeles, following an Irish mob enforcer, a homeless war veteran, and the Bad Blood that stalks them. You can read more about it here!

CW: Gore, neo-Nazis again (but this time they're dying brutally :D)

Excerpt Word Count: 764

Overall Word Count: 4,586

Y'all ever watch the Predator films and think "these are great, but I wish I got to see a Predator murder a bunch of Nazis?" Merry fucking Christmas, besties.

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The flickering phantom fires off some sort of net into the man’s gut, a net that fires off like a shotgun blast. The man hits the ceiling and doesn’t come back down, his binding hooking into the plaster. It would be one thing if it just held him there, but it doesn’t – it contracts and shrinks in size, links spitting heat, and all Clío can do is hear him scream as the net shreds him into dozens of sizzling, gumbo-sized chunks.

Boiling blood rains upon the last hapless survivors, and the predator stands, a growl that rises from the throat meeting the humored clicking beneath the mask.

Almost as if it’s daring them to attack.

There’s three left alive, and the phantom lets them make the first move.

Two of them pull out guns, and the predator ducks under the first shot, the shimmer swimming downwards as something unseen opens with a click. Before the second thug can even make his shot, some sort of spear materializes and plunges through is gut, throwing him across the room and pinning him to a wall. The third, left without options, tears a small television from the dresser and moves in to attack.

The predator flickers here and back, like a stop-motion monster, and when the man brings the television down for one crushing blow, the thing kicks him away. The television flies into the air and the creature catches the tumbling grey box with ease, spinning on its heel and bringing the screen to a shattering stop against the armed fascist’s head. His head disappears within the machine, his screams contained like a rat in a cage.

Clío’s bloody, sweating hands drop the damn knife, and as the predator approaches its stumbling, blinded prey, she desperately moves to reclaim it, the rope binding her hands connected by bare sinews. Just a little more…

The predator picks up a fallen machete from the ground, finally appearing into horrific sight once more as it spins the blade in its hand. The man behind it is recovering, but he’s certainly not going to be fast. The machete flies, slicing the blinded skinhead in half, and in a movement that almost seems faster than light, the predator snatches his flailing intestine and throws him behind it like a ball on a chain.

The last of the fighters stands just as his disemboweled friend slams into his face, sending both of them tumbling out the window. Clío hears one last howl cut off like a program losing its signal, the cold winter wind finding its way through shattered, sanguine-soaked glass.

Clío tugs at her restraints, hacking away at the last of her bindings with the knife, her heart pounding as the blood all rushes to her goddamn head. One of her legs is prickling with pins and needles, falling asleep with how long she’s been upturned.

The man speared to the wall seems to be the only of her interrogators to still live, tears streaming down his cheeks. He’s trying to pull the spear free of his gut somehow, his hands coated in his own crimson, tiny bits of spittle streaming down his chin. The predator turns to stare him down in what almost seems like annoyance, giving Clío a perfect view of the ugliest motherfucker she’s ever seen.

She would’ve been much happier without it.

The predator raises its left hand, the one unadorned with wristblades, some sort of energy launcher popping out of the wrist panel. She quickly discerns what it’s for when the trail of devastating blue that started off this whole mess lights the room in cyan consuming.

Clío blinks, and when she opens her eyes, the upper half of the crying man is gone, and he’s got no tears left to trail.

That also means she’s alone in the room with the predator.

The ropes are so close… So fucking close…

The predator crouches down, its red eyes falling upon Clío’s struggling form, the Irishman getting more and more desperate. She tries to wriggle away, her hands tugging further from each other as the rope grows weaker.

It watches her, some sort of unseen method to its madness, failing to move, failing to do anything but stare. And then a voice emanates from its peculiar helmet, crawling over her spine like the chill that seizes your teeth when you bite into ice.

It’s her own voice, a replication so perfect that it had to be a machine. “Good first round.”

The ropes tear apart, and Clío kicks the chair out from under her, hitting the floor.

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youtube

Scream of the Butterfly

A creature made of sunshine Her eyes were like the sky Rabbit howls like something old As we twitch to a lullaby The scalpel shines in god's sunshine The Streetlights whisper pain Down here near the poison stream Our god has gone insane

She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair With blood on her hands Into the sun she stares She feels it die I heard her cry

She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair With blood on her hands Into the sun she stares She feels it die I heard her cry… Like the scream of the butterfly

Sunshine in the house of flames She loves it where she gets it But it's never felt the same Surgery, in the house of dissection When your candle burns out… I'll resurrect you She runs Through fields of daisies Yeah, it's just a shame that they eat their own babies Who cares Cos the air is free When you get there will you kiss the dead for me?

There's blood on the moon and the summer is cold There's love in the room But baby that's getting old There's blood on my face sittin' on uhh dead shore A highway, highway of emptiness and I'm getting bored

There's blood on the moon as we plan our escape The goddess in bloom Handcuffed and raped There's blood in the bathtub baby Murder the king There's blood on the moon There's blood on just about everything

Something cold is forced inside her A tears spill down her cheek Stillborn songs of a dead dreamer Hymn's of a needle freak

With sunlight in her hair she smiles like she don't care Her dreams of liquid blue I cut my self again and again to remind myself of you

She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair With blood on her hands Into the sun she stares She feels it die I heard her cry… She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair With blood on her hands Into the sun she stares She feels it die I heard her cry… Like the scream of the butterfly I like the scream of the butterfly

I met an angel with a sawed-off shotgun Wanted by the FBI We dropped some acid Killed our parents Then we hit the road

Like the scream of the butterfly

#Acid Bath #Sludge Metal #United States #USA #US #Youtube

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brucenatural · 3 months

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Stream Angel with a Shotgun by The Cab!

#woke up with this song in my head this morning #an underappreciated banger #truly ahead of its time #spn #castiel

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popmusicu · 10 months

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A Rant About Nightcore Music From My Twelve Year Old Self.

Ah, 2014. A time of mustaches, galaxy patterns, rainbow-vomiting unicorns and owl necklaces. Justin Bieber was arrested for possession of drug-laced biscuits, One Direction released what would be their final album - even if we didn’t know it at the time - and at the Oscars Elen Degeneres took that selfie with a bunch of actors that would become one of the most retweeted tweets of the year.

It would be in this environment that my twelve-year-old self would discover on the Youtube platform a type of video called ‘nightcore mashups’, where famous songs were mixed, with the beat speeded up and taking turns to sing verses of each song, almost like a Disney-style music battle.

Nightcore is a type of music editing where the speed and pitch of a song is increased by about 20%, giving the singer a higher pitched voice and the melody a more driving beat. It is usually complemented with a base of beats in the background and other additions to help the song sound better or blend in nicer with other songs.

There was a whole culture around this kind of music too. Sometimes they were popular songs: Counting Stars by OneRepublic, Angel With A Shotgun by The Cab, Heathens by Twenty One Pilots. Others were songs that either reached a high level of popularity in certain countries, or became known for their nightcore versions: This Little Girl by Cady Groves, Moonlight Shadow by Mike Oldfield ft Maggie Reilly, God Is A Girl by W&W and Groove Coverage. Whichever songs they were, they were fast-paced, they were catchy, and they were awesome.

Usually these fast-paced songs were uploaded to Youtube in a video with an anime-style illustration, camera movement or waves to the beat, and if it was a mix of songs, the one being played at the time would be coloured in, while the parts that were silent would be black and white (the first one that comes to mind was a medley of Ariana Grande cover songs).

This also limited it to a specific audience. Here it was very simple: you either liked nightcore music or you didn’t, and if you did, you were most likely one of the anime fans Minecraft/LOL players. It was certainly music that wouldn’t become trending until anime and video games became trendy with the popularisation of streaming platforms like Twitch.

So yes, the only ones who were jumping up and down in our room to the Nightcore version of Go Go Go Go Go! by 89ers (which must surely be the most iconic song of this genre, the classic video of this track currently has 24 million plays) in 2014 were the weirdos, but so what? The tunes were upbeat and gave you that boost of energy you sometimes needed to tidy up your room or finish work, or acted as an amazing soundtrack for a couple of rounds of your favourite video games.

Nowadays Nightcore music has gained fame again with the emergence of audio edits, usually used on the TikTok platform. Many of the old gems came back in audio format in compilations and edits, and even the practice of speeding up songs became popular again.

As weird as the songs may sound at times, the truth is that I can’t help but go back every couple of months to listen to my old playlists of Nightcore songs. There’s something about listening to songs I already know a bit faster, it’s like hearing them again for the first time. Besides, there’s no better music to get work done in the early hours of the morning than these upbeat background tunes, they just lift your spirits and wake you up better than a cup of coffee.

Antonia Vera

#Sigles #Song of the day #I love this #submission

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tvrundown USA 2023.01.27

Friday, January 27th:

(exclusive): Kings of Jo'burg (netflix, season 2 available, all 8 eps), The Snow Girl (netflix, Spanish drama limited series, all 6 eps), "Lockwood & Co." (netflix, supernatural YA series premiere, all 8 eps)

(movies): "We Are Not Alone" (Roku, UK alien invasion comedy), "Immortal City Records" (Tubi, hip-hop drama, ~95mins), "You People" (netflix, Jonah Hill & Eddie Murphy comedy, ~2hrs), "Shotgun Wedding" (AmazonPrime, Jennifer Lopez & Josh Duhamel rom-com, ~100mins)

(streaming weekly): The Legend of Vox Machina (amazon, next 3 eps), Truth Be Told (apple+), Servant (apple+), Shrinking (apple+, Jason Segel series premiere, first 2 eps), Play-Doh Squished (freevee), America's Test Kitchen (freevee), Who's Talking to Chris Wallace (HMax)

(early - hour 0): Bunk'd: Learning the Ropes (disney)

(also new): U.S. Figure Skating Championships (NBC sports special, 3hrs), "My Daughter's Deadly Roommates" (LMN original movie, 2hrs)

(hour 1): Penn & Teller: Fool Us (theCW), Shark Tank (ABC), BMF (Starz), RuPaul's Drag Race (MTV), "Boys in Blue" (SHO, part 4/4, docu-series finale)

(hour 2): Criss Angel's Magic with the Stars (theCW)

(hour 3): Real Time with Bill Maher (HBO), RuPaul's Untucked (MTV)

(hour 4 - latenight): Game Theory with Bomani Jones (HBO),

[preempted, returning next week: Lopez vs. Lopez (NBC) / / Young Rock (NBC) ] [repeats, resuming next week: S.W.A.T. (CBS), Fire Country (CBS), Blue Bloods (CBS) ]

#KingsOfJoburg #television

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mtmains · 2 years

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Shawn colvin sunny came home album cover pics

Returning for her encore, Shawn sat at the piano and played Tom Waits “Ol ’55,” which she has not recorded. Shawn finished her set with “Diamond in the Rough,” from Steady On. The song was also famously covered by Alison Krauss and Robert Plant on their 2007 album, Raising Sand. The next song - “Killing the Blues,” a cover of Rowland Salley - was first recorded on John Prine’s 1979 album Pink Cadillac. I was on the RuPaul show, and I was a character on the Simpsons.” Shaw brought up singing with Ernie on Sesame Street: “Bert was there the whole time. Without naming names, she said, “I’ve heard some people complain about having hit songs. Shawn played her most popular song, “Sunny Came Home,” the Grammy Award winner for Song of the Year in 1998. Shawn told the audience that she received the music from her collaborator, and one-time partner, John Leventhal. “That Don’t Worry Me Now” appeared on 2006’s These Four Walls. She mentioned that “Sunny Came Home” was originally titled “40 Red Men,” which her A&R rep explained was not going to work for reasons you might imagine. She then discussed the replica songwriting book for her album, A Few Small Repairs. In this vein, she follows other artists like Rodney Crowell, who released Acoustic Classics this year.Īfter “Cry Like an Angel,” Shawn played the first Tom Waits song of the evening, “Heart of Saturday Night,” which she first released on her 1994 album, Cover Girl. She is headed into the studio next year to make an all-acoustic recording of her old songs. Shawn told the audience that she hadn’t played “Cry Like an Angel,” from Steady On, for a long time before last night. Stream A Few Small Repairs by Shawn Colvin on Spotify: As she noted later in the evening, there never was a “Jimmy” - names have been changed to protect the object of her unrequited love. It’s back to doom and gloom,” and played the “Facts About Jimmy,” from A Few Small Repairs. Shawn quipped, “I’ve been in therapy so long that 45 minutes into this set, I just start winding it down.” Continuing to describe “Polaroids,” she revealed that, in writing the song, she found she was stealing from other songs, which led to her playing a hilarious medley.Īfter her song medley, Shawn joked, “I’m worn out.” She added, “That will be the most fun you have this evening. Almost as if she was speaking directly to me, Shawn said that she wrote those in 1987 or ’88, when she was on tour in Europe as a backup singer with Suzanne Vega, who had a big hit, “Luka.” Shawn regaled the audience with tales of playing Wembley Stadium in England and meeting the King of Sweden. Shawn put my speculation to bed to with her rendition of “Polaroids,” also from Steady On. Shawn openly discusses, in her memoir and elsewhere, her history of addiction and mental health problems. When she immediately followed “Trouble” with “Riding Shotgun Down the Avalanche,” from her first album, 1989’s Steady On, I started to wonder. She didn’t say anything before or after her first number, leading into “Trouble,” from 1996’s A Few Small Repairs, which won the Grammy Award for Record of the Year in 1998. Shawn played solo acoustic, beginning with a cover of Paul Simon’s “American Tune,” which she released on 2015’s Uncovered. In the book, she says, it’s a lucky thing that her daughter does too, as they will constitute most of her daughter’s inheritance. As she discusses in her 2012 memoir, Diamond in the Rough, she loves clothes. Shawn Colvin (Photo provided by Press Here)įor her show on Thursday at The Birchmere, Shawn Colvin appeared immaculately dressed.

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i was supposed to write fanfiction about yearning lesbians but for some reason i ended up writing this instead (it's five am please don't judge me too harshly)

It’s the Collins kid’s family again.

The lines around the mother’s face are drawn and worn like her voice, thin fabric frayed at the edges of her coat. She is strained enough that the sheriff almost cares. Her voice is another scratch of static around her ears, though – endless wanting.

Perhaps it’s just the look in her eyes as she retreats. The hunted tunnel of black. Dark circles so deep they seemed drawn on. Imprinted like a stamp of desperation.

The children blur around her, an oil painting of grey lines and quiet fear. They are, all of them, the same – sick and gangly, and with the same tunnels as their mother. Black and all the way down, to the gleaming bones of ivory that nudged at the skin where their chests were exposed. The sheriff is glad to see them go. At least she doesn’t have to see the father anymore – he stopped showing up after the floorboards bled yellow.

She swings her boots off the table. The stamp they make yells at her. Get up, they tell her. Be decisive. Where’s your shotgun? She swoops the hat, wide-brimmed and battered, low over her eyes. Another day to thank a stereotype.

The town had been wanting a sheriff for a while, and it had suffered in its disuse. Everything was grey and coated in chalk that you could taste. Misery circled her leaden arms and hugged it closer, kissing its church with fond despair. You couldn’t ask for a better lover. Sweet and silent, she was.

The sheriff persecuted criminals, and shot at walls to pass the time. The Collins family wanted their kid back, she thought. She’d better go fish him out of one of the graveyards. Sometimes she wondered if they could tell the difference, anymore, between the ones that breathed and the ones that didn’t. They had the same face, after all. Same tunnels.

She bent into one knee, a perfect proposal. Took aim and shot at a tree. The bullet should have ricocheted, but instead it embedded into the bark like a blaspheme.

It was necessary, you see. For the well-being of the town – when the criminals were too dead to exhume, and the people were just barely following them, it made sense to keep up pretenses. To keep shooting. Reloading. Puncturing depression with gunshots. She’d buy ammunition if there was anyone to buy it from.

Bang! Bang! She lost her thread on reality, which was her favorite thing. She closed her eyes and looked up into the grey, grey sky, feather-light fingertips cradling her cheeks. A spasm of angel blue against all that blackness. She thought she heard salvation sing. It was gravity that pulled her eyelids open again, she told herself. Dratted earth.

Bang! Bang! They should have ricocheted.

The tree looked at her too much like the Collins kid. She needed a drink.

The bar kept open because bars always did. Apocalypse survivors needed an end-credits scene, after all. The bodies could be stepped over.

Pity the bartender was one of them. She hoped the blood made the alcohol taste better. Sickly iron sharpening the heady not-quite-caramel.

She had been laughed at before, for the caramel. Ain’t everything sweet with you, love? Funny, coming from sugar lips.

The booth was occupied this time around. Greying corpse (again grey, why did it all have to be grey?) flopped at an awkward angle. He was going to have a crick in his neck when he woke up. She slid him off the seat with offensive slowness, and he hit the tiles with an equally offensive splat.

Christ. She needed a drink.

The goblet was grey too, and so was the drink, so she tipped grey into her insides, drinking down, down, down, until she could bleed past her outlines into the blur of the world. It was her favorite kindof drunk. She kept herself on a steady stream of grey caramel, thickening her thoughts until they were all grey caramel too, slipping and sliding over each other.

Christ. She needed the drink.

The sheriff was almost done with being a sheriff now, and the town would need a new one – not that it had ever stopped. Her hat had tipped off her head into the arms of the corpse mangled at her feet. What a parting gift. Her hair should have been beyond brown and muffled by grey already, but it was more stubborn than the rest of her. Cheers to another stereotype. Perhaps in another world, it would have been a fiery red.

She rolls her gaze up behind eyelids again, searching for blue salvation. She feels fingertips again, brushing her cheeks, her chin. Soft hair falling against her shoulders like a promise. She thinks that maybe the blue eyes are hers to gaze into too, hers to be consumed by. Maybe there was a prayer, maybe there wasn’t. The church was already Misery’s plaything. What she knew was being kissed by soft lips, the poison sugar sweet.

The blood dribbled down her smile. Her head stayed in that tipped-back prayer.

Finally.

#yara writes #this isn't very long i just kinda threw it out there #what is it about? that is such a good question i have not a singular clue #no idea how to tag this #writing #sheriff #???#ghost town #is kind of the closest #aaaa wait shit i forgot to tag triggers #tw blood #tw death #ficlet

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