#;;WHEELS KEEP TURNIN'

[bri-cheeses]

If Barty was American and lived in America I just know that he’d be The Most Annoying Person on the Fourth of July. This man is water skiing with an American flag stuck into the back of his life jacket. He wakes Evan up by blasting Sweet Home Alabama in his ear. He watches Top Gun every year, no exception. He has a pair of matching shirt and pants that are the American flag. He’s playing Born in the U.S.A. and God Bless The U.S.A. on repeat. He’s accidentally setting trees on fire from setting off his own fireworks

[redbelles]

Big wheel keep on turnin’ Proud Mary keep on burnin’

TINA TURNER (1939-2023)

[thewritingginger]

18+ Imagine Taiju Shiba...

& you having hate sex.

I finally got around to watching the 2nd season of TR I’ve read the entire manga but seeing my bae Taiju animated got the wheels in my head turnin’ 😩 

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Pairing: Taiju Shiba x Fem! Reader Word count: 1.1k+ words Warnings: 18+, Established relationship, Argument, Dub-con, Dirty talk, Oral sex (M! receiving), Rough sex, Slight degrading, Spanking, Creampie, Poorly edited

Enjoy ~

The two of you had been at each other's throats for the past hour and that’s not even including the car ride home and before. It’s been a while since the two of you had gotten this heated with each other. Taiju was already irritable from the moment he had woken up this morning and you knew better than to poke the bear when he is in one of his moods.

Shit had been going down with the staffing at his restaurant and to top it off there had been some family drama stirring up and the moment you tried to mediate you were in hot water since you first opened your mouth to now in your living room where the both of you are yelling over each other.

“How many times do I have to fucking tell you that it is Shiba family matters.  You have no place to stick your nose into it.” That got to you.

“Oh, I’m sorry I was under the impression that I was your family or does this ring on my finger mean nothing?”

“Don’t try to pull that shit, you know you had no business getting between me and my brother.” Back and forth you two go, like a broken record the same words keep getting reused and rehashed—making this mess into a disaster till you finally had enough.

“You know what, I don't have to deal with this,” you say, throwing your hands in the air, “I’m leaving!” Turning on your heel, grabbing your purse off the kitchen counter.

“No the fuck you’re not,” Taiju says, heavy footstep sounding behind you.

“Yes the fuck I am,” you counter but before your hand can touch the front door handle Taiju grabs your wrist and turns your back to the door, his towering figure looming over you.

“You’re not leaving this damn house.” Leaning over you till your noses are centimeters apart, you daringly cross the distance till they are touching.

“Or what?” you taunt, any sane person would know this to be a death wish but you’re too fired up with rage to care which only fans the fury burning behind your fiance’s amber eyes.

In a blink of an eye your body becomes weightless, Taiju lifts you up and slams your back against the door before he takes your lips with his. Limbs tightening, teeth clashing and hair pulling—the two of you become a tangled mess of hot breath and lust.

Sitting on the kitchen counter with articles of clothing falling off by the second, you feel Taiju’s hard cock grinding against you. A strangled cry falls from your lips when he pulls your head back by your hair, his strong hand firmly holding your roots, leaving you little room to move.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you wont be able to walk out that damn door.”

“Bite me,” you say before he cuts you off with his hungry mouth, he takes you back to the living room where he unceremoniously tosses you onto the couch. You watch as he tears off his remaining clothes till he is standing completely naked, his powerful body on full display. Straddling your torso, Taiju yanks you up right by your hair once more and rubs his leaking cockhead against your mouth.

“Open,” he commands, “I’m going to fuck the smart ass right out of this fucking mouth of yours.” His other hand pries your mouth open just enough for him to sheath his thick length down your throat till you gag. You look pitiful with your mouth stretched wide, drool seeping from the corners of your lips and his balls smacking your chin as tears fall down your cheeks. Your hands grip his thighs for support, your nails digging into his muscle so hard you could draw blood.

“Such a good little cock slut. You think you’ve learned your lesson?” he asks, roughly pulling out of your mouth allowing you breath, spit falling from your lips as you gasp for air.

“Go to hell,” you spit. With nothing but a growl as his response Taiju quickly flips you over till you are holding onto the back of the couch. Pulling your work skirt up over your hips, Taiju’s strong hand comes down on your bare asscheek with a hard smack!

Pulling your panties to the side he stuffs his throbbing cock into your pussy and begins to pound into you with as much force as he can muster. Every harsh pump, an expression of his anger.

“Filthy little cunt already soaking wet for me. You like it when I’m rough with you, huh? Like talking back to me, knowing I’ll fuck the brat right out of you?” His taunts hiss between his gritted teeth, his hand spanking your ass over and over again till you cry out.

“Fuck!” you cry, your head hanging down before he pulls it back up till you’re looking at yourself in the reflection of the dark window, his mouth right next to your ear.

“Look at yourself as you take my cock—Shit!” he yells, standing back, one hand in your hair and the other pulling your hips back to him as he watches your greedy pussy swallow his thick length.

“Yes, Taiju! Fuck me like you mean it,” you moan, he laughs at your meager attempts at remaining mad at him but the truth is you love him and you love this. He makes your body feel on fire, the way he uses his strength against you is more powerful than any drug you can find.

“Always trying to act all big and bad but you’re nothing but putty in my hand—or should I say on my cock.” His voice is condescending and annoying but all that goes out the window when he releases your hip to scratch at your neglected clitoris, shooting you over the edge. Incoherent wails and words fall from your lips as he continues to piston his cock in your exhausted cunt and you can hear that your fiance isn’t far behind.

“Fuck, Baby, you’re squeezing my cock so tight,” he groans, releasing you entirely to pull your hips back with both hands, his pumps becoming stuttered and impatient for his end. “You want my cum, Baby? Want me to fill you nice and full?”

“Yes. Yes!” you cry, a second high drawing near. Reaching between your legs you rub your clitoris with quick circles as Taiju finally erupts within you, his hip still using you to milk every drop from his balls taking you over the edge with him one last time.

The two of you are hunched over the couch, heaving for breath, collecting yourselves from your heated joining. Your dazed thoughts are brought back when you feel Taiju’s lips pressing against your bare shoulder.

“I love you,” he grumbles in a low voice, much softer than he was moments before, “I’m sorry.” His apology is sincere, looking over your shoulder you give him a smile.

“I’m sorry too.” Pulling out of you, you were about to go to the bathroom to clean up but Tiaju throws you over his shoulder and heads towards the stairs. “Tai!”

“Sorry, Sweetheart but I still have some anger left to get out.”

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Monday, September 18.

History.

Ahh, history. There's been a lot of it. Enough to go around, you might say. There's been a fair few billions of years of this most elusive metaphysical substance, and a few things of note have happened within that time: dinosaurs roamed the Earth, then didn't. Cities emerged. The Greeks ate very well and sh*gged each other senseless, then didn't. The wheel was invented somewhere down the line, as was sliced bread. Dogs were domesticated (as were cats, sort of). Some smart folk put the alphabet together. The printing press was invented. The Industrial Revolution happened and sent us on a violent forward and backward trajectory simultaneously. Will Smith slapped Chris Rock at The Oscars (2022). It's been a busy old time, that's for sure, but the clock keeps-a-tickin', and the wheel keeps-a-turnin'. Come tick along with us as we celebrate all that is strictly past tense: #history. 

[iraprince]

Any ttrpgs (including/especially yours!) that you recommend to get the oc wheels turnin’? Or especially fun as oc design tools/inspiration?

as an overall recommendation for this, from the perspective of design tools, solo journaling games are often excellent for this -- you can browse the entire solo tag for the physical games category on itch and find TONS!!

moving on to specific recs: not for characters specifically, but for general worldbuilding one of mine i can recommend is lamplighter's festival! it's about building up the history and culture of a location by developing a ritual or holiday that's celebrated there, and i think sometimes creating a location with a lot of intention and thought will of course naturally get you thinking abt the ppl who live there. (i think this is also a great gm tool if you want to bring your party somewhere special!)

divined journey is a game about outlining a character's story in detail using tarot cards -- i've had a lot of fun using this to flesh out existing characters and imagine plot arcs that are different than the ones i'd come up with on my own, but i think it could absolutely start u running on a brand new character too. often the order ppl go in is make the character, THEN put them in a story, but forming a character BY putting them through the story (i.e. keeping them more malleable and considering events the primary development vs "backstory") can be extremely cool

on the more... i don't wanna say "traditional" but like, "narrative tabletop games as we know them" (vs solo journaling stuff/things that lean towards being design tools):

time to drop is a game about pulling one last heist (again and again and again, in a timeloop). i often find that games with a really specific premise/setting kickstart tons of fresh thought; as much as i love just doing the exact tropes i already like ad nauseum (being completely genuine there), restrictions and a narrowed focus are GREAT for getting the brain churning. and trapping a bunch of criminals in a time loop is a great way to develop necessarily juicy oc dynamics :3c

sapphicworld is a game that has gotten me SUPER revved about ocs (up to the point where i once planned out a 12 course formal dinner menu for a campaign finale.....). it's still in development, but you can get a pwyw glimpse at the ashcan here (kind of like a tasting platter of the style and mechanics of the game, which the dev describes as a dream about sapphicworld), and get access to the entire wip game on the darling demon patreon for five bucks. it's worth a billion times that. i love sapphicworld lol

in general i think games that have playbooks and picklists always get me going, for that same "narrowed focus" reason... at first ur urge might be to push outside the picklists, bc u have a different idea or none of the stuff on the list exactly matches what u had in mind for the character, but forcing urself to adhere and then branching out from that is something that i think creates a lot of really fun combinations. for this reason i think that a lot of PBTA stuff fits the bill -- i realize that doesn't narrow things down at all lol but it DOES mean u can browse the pbta tag and then just snag anything that seems to have a setting/tone that you're in the mood for!

i feel like this is a woefully small selection but it's all i have time for today, and ttrpgs are just so broad....! i would love if ppl gave more suggestions in the reblogs + replies!!!

[spookymultimedia]

Ooh, the wheel in the sky keeps on turnin' I don't know where I'll be tomorrow

[lucygxybaird]

billy the kid on shuffle

carry on, you will always remember. carry on, none can equal the splendor. now your life's no longer empty, surely heaven waits for you. carry on, my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done. lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more. - carry on wayward son; kansas

oh, north country winters keep a-gettin' me down, lost my money playin' poker, so i had to leave town. but i ain't turnin' back to living' that old life no more. so, rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel, rock me, mama, any way you feel. hey, mama, rock me. - wagon wheel; darius rucker

and they say there's a heaven for those who will wait, and some say it's better, but i say it ain't. i'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints, the sinners are much more fun. you know that only the good die young. - only the good die young; billy joel

oh, i hear a voice, it says i'm running behind. i better pick up my pace, it's a race and there ain't no room for someone in second place. i'm in a hurry to get things done, I rush and rush until life's no fun. all i really gotta do is live and die, but i'm in a hurry and don't know why. - i'm in a hurry (and i don't know why); florida georgia line

death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes. and we keep living anyway. we rise and we fall and we break, and we make our mistakes. and if there's a reason i'm still alive when everyone who loves me has died, i'm willing to wait for it, i'm willing to wait for it. i am the one thing in life i can control, i am inimitable, i am an original. i'm not falling behind or running late. i'm not standing still, i am lying in wait. - wait for it; 'hamilton'

when i close my eyes, i see you, no matter where i am. i can smell your perfume through these whisperin' pines. i'm with your ghost again, it's a shame about the weather. but i know soon we'll be together, and i can't wait til then. - colder weather; zac brown band

and then they all fell to their knees, and begged that drifter, begged him please as he raised his fist before he spoke. "i am the righteous hand of god, and i am the devil that you forgot. and i told you one day you will see, that I'll be back, I guarantee, and that hell's coming, hell's coming, hell, hell's coming with me." - hell's comin' with me; poor man's poison

here they talked of revolution, here it was, they lit the flame. here they sang about tomorrow, and tomorrow never came. from the table in the corner, they could see a world reborn. and they rose with voices ringing, and i can hear them now! the very words that they had sung became their last communion, on the lonely barricade at dawn. oh, my friends, my friends, forgive me, that i live and you are gone. - empty chairs at empty tables; ramin karimloo

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[sister-lucifer]

A Collection Of Lyrics That Remind Me Of: Tim Wright

And as I lay there gazing at the sky My body's numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear, I draw my parting groan

— The Trooper by Iron Maiden

I've been trying to make it home Got to make it before too long Ooh, I can't take this very much longer, no I'm stranded in the sleet and rain Don't think I'm ever gonna make it home again The morning sun is risin' It's kissin' the day

Ooh, the wheel in the sky keeps on turnin' I don't' know where I'll be tomorrow Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin', whoa, whoa, whoa My, my, my, my, my For tomorrow

— Wheel in the Sky by Journey

Chances thrown Nothing's free Longing for, used to be Still it's hard, hard to see Fragile lives Shattered dreams (Go!)

— The Kids Aren’t Alright by The Offspring

Long as I remember The rain been comin' down Clouds of mystery pourin' Confusion on the ground Good men through the ages Tryin' to find the sun And I wonder Still, I wonder Who'll stop the rain

— Who’ll Stop The Rain by Creedence Clearwater Revival

My head's hanging low and my shoes are worn I've had the blues in my soul since the day I was born The devil's been on my back now for quite some time Yeah, it's just been me and him, and the whispering wind And it's, it's time to find a little peace of mind

— Hey Mister by Poor Man’s Poison

dividers by @cafekitsune

[satureja13]

Martha: "Are you even real supernaturals?" Saiwa: "Uhm yes. But are you sure this guy didn't fool you?" Jack: "I informed you thusly! I said we should leave!"

Martha tried to call this guy who told her only supernaturals can see the farm... Martha: "Conny isn't answering his phone... he was so kind and seemed trustworthy..."

Saiwa: "What kind of a person is he to betray desperate people! I'm sorry he tricked you and we can't help you. We leave you now and I hope you'll find your farm again." Jack: "Uhm guys..." Martha: "Thank you for offering me your help, good luck and good bye…" *sniffs*

Jack: "Guys!" Saiwa: "Yes, you informed us thusly and we are already leaving! What else?" Jack: "Guys..." And there it was. The farm. Appearing out of the mist.

Saiwa: "..." Martha: "What? Can you see it now? I almost doubted you hahaha. I told you Conny is trustworthy! Oh, I'm so happy!"

Martha: "Since I can't see it I suggest you start to explore by yourself and I try to contact Conny and tell him to come over as soon as he can. He told me he already made the kitchen and a bedroom habitable and that there is food. So you should be covered up until he arrives. See you soon (or not, at the invisible farm ;)! I hope the furniture are to your liking!" Saiwa: "As long as there is a bed, we're more than happy!"

And then it was time to explore their 'new' home!

'Big wheels keep on turnin' carry me home to see my kin Singin' songs about the Southland I miss Alabamy once again, and I think it's a sin, I said

Sweet home, Alabama where the skies are so blue Sweet home, Alabama Lord, I'm comin' home to you'

Lynyrd Skynyrd - Sweet Home Alabama

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[misforgotten2]

Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin’ I don’t know where I’ll be tomorrow Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin’

Aerospace Engineering Magazine - July 1961

[starlitangels]

Watch Duty

This is not the Vincent/Lovely I posted about brainrotting for last night. That’s still coming, I promise. This just had to get written first because it was nagging at me. 1.9k words

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“William did his best with the schedules not to have either of you here all winter if he could help it,” a voice remarked. If I hadn’t smelled Sam the second he was on the clan’s property and listened to his every step as he approached, I would have jumped. He hoisted himself up into the Wonder Wheel basket beside me and sat down. He braced one knee against the dinner-plate-sized disc jutting out of the pole that hung the basket from the Ferris Wheel. Back in the old days, that disc would let the basket spin. My older cousins used to tell me how they’d try to spin it as fast as possible to make my aunt and uncle sick.

“Vincent I get. Why me?”

Sam shrugged and looked out over the park. “Turnin’ time is hard for all-a us,” he said casually. “Ya both got turned in winter. You at the start, him toward the end. Hard season for ya both.”

“That why you’re here?” I didn’t look at him. Just kept watching the park.

In the corner of my eye, his eyes flashed like a cat’s in the moonlight. “Nah. I’m here to keep you company.”

I scrunched my eyebrows. “Two-and-a-half years of polite distance and suddenly you wanna be buddies?” I didn’t mean to be hostile, but I couldn’t help but feel a little prickly. This was the man who saved my life after Adam—who Vincent loved like a brother and helped him turn me—and yet he had barely said ten words to me the whole time. I knew he tended to be grumpy and keep to himself, but still; he could have at least tried small talk. I’d tried.

He sighed. “It’s your first time watchin’ the park. You’re outta the bloodlust now. And Vincent doesn’t like bein’ here any longer’n he has to for clan meetin’s. Hell I haven’t been to the intersection where the crash happened since that very day. And I doubt you’ll ever go back to the academy stadium grounds. The places we turn have too many conflictin’ memories for all-a us.” He shrugged and unbuttoned his flannel, draping it over my shoulders, leaving him in just a grey Henley, sleeves rolled up. “All that to say, I figured Vincent wanted to be here for you, but didn’t want to be in the park. I can’t even fathom how you managed to convince him to stay home.” Sam actually chuckled—then sobered up. “But. Since it’s your first time… I figured maybe you could use the company. I supervised Fred and his progeny’s first nights watchin’ this place. Since they turned here too.”

I tugged the flannel tighter. Temperature had stopped mattering so much when I got turned, but I hadn’t realized how cold I was until Sam’s warmth wrapped around me.

I cleared my throat. “Thanks.”

Sam shrugged. “I’m sure if William could have swung it he would have been here but…” He sighed. “He had a meetin’ with some DUMP vamp agent that he couldn’t miss.”

“Thought that counts,” I muttered. “I guess.”

Sam made a face. “Guess so,” he agreed.

We sat in silence for a while. Both holding unnaturally still. In the way I’d watched Vincent do while I was human.

Sam sucked in a breath. “Did Vincent ever tell you I’m a year older than him?” An impish little smile tugged on the corners of his mouth.

I whipped my head to look at him, jaw dropping open. “Bullsh—”

“It’s true,” he interrupted, still grinning. “He was born in seventy-nine. I was born seventy-eight.”

“No way!”

That made him chuckle. “Good Lord kid, it’s almost like you don’t know that I was turned when I was thirty.”

I sat up straight on the uncomfortable plastic bucket seat. “You were?!”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You, my partner, and my progenies are all gonna give me a damn complex. You’re all children.” He was still smiling. “I mean… my partner’s not that much younger’n I was when I turned but I’ve still been on this planet a good chunk longer than they have. That and they’re always fixin’ to tease me about this, that, or the other.”

I snickered. “How are they by the way? Vincent and I never hear much about them from… well. You. Or anyone.”

The amusement on his face softened to fondness. “They’re alright. Just moved in with me.”

I beamed. “That’s amazing!” I said. “I’m glad you’re happy with them.”

“Thanks, kid.”

We lapsed back into silence, eyes scanning the land around us. A cold winter wind whipped across the park, whistling through the dilapidated roller coaster tracks like an eerie symphony.

Sam didn’t even flinch at the cold as it buffeted his hair.

“Thirteen years,” he said softly. “And I’m still not used to the fangs in my head.”

I turned to face him again. “Really?”

He shrugged. “Vincent’s been a vampire longer’n he was human, for a year or two now. I haven’t. I won’t reach that for a while. Everyone’s experience is different, ‘course. That’s just mine. If you’re still not used to your fangs, ain’t no shame in that.”

I cleared my throat, tonguing at the teeth in question, pointy in my mouth. “Oh. Well. Thanks.”

“Sure thing.”

I cleared my throat again. “Are you used to the eyes?” His met mine. “Looking in the mirror and not seeing your own, I mean.”

“I know what you meant,” Sam said softly. “No. Not used to that either. I still get a jolt every once in a while.” He reached back and rubbed the back of his neck. “Surprisin’ as you might find this, considerin’ you’ve only known me as a vamp—my eyes used to be green. The silver is still jarrin’.”

I blinked. “Green?”

“Yeah. Dark.”

A melancholy sort of smile brushed my mouth. “That suits you.”

Sam laughed awkwardly. “Thanks.”

I fidgeted with the buttons on the flannel. “Sorry I was rude when you first got here.”

“Nah. You had a point. Nothin’ to be sorry for.”

“Still. You didn’t deserve it. I mean, you saved my life twice over. With Adam and with helping Vincent with turning me. Being terse is a hell of a way for me to show my gratitude.”

“I’ve done it too. To Vincent and Will mostly, over the years.” He shrugged, leaning back in his bucket seat, making the basket sway just a touch, creaking loudly on its joint. I winced at the noise, but Sam didn’t seem concerned. “Trust me, kid. I can take a little terse. Lord knows I took a lot worse when I was a human—and when Fred’s progeny is in a mood.”

“I… I’m sorry.”

He actually laughed—just a chuckle, but it was a laugh. “Ain’t nothin’ to be sorry for. People have a hard time speakin’ polite when they’re in heaps-a pain. I was a healer, remember? You develop a thick skin. You givin’ me a little attitude about something true is nothin’. Trust me.” He crossed his arms and looked out over the park again. “Besides,” he added, “my partner’s a shifter who is all bark and all bite. Sure they’re a playful menace now, but when we first met, it wouldn’t-a surprised me if they’d handed me my ass without a second thought.”

I cocked my head to one side. “Could they? Aren’t vampires stronger than shifters?”

That earned me the first broad smile I’d ever seen on Sam’s face. Vincent was still more my taste but I could see what drew Alexis—and Sam’s shifter—to him. “In human form, sure,” he said. “Shifters, like vampires, have magic in every cell of their bodies. It’s why all-a us struggle with other forms of magic. Shifters are still stronger than normal people in human form because-a that, but they’re not on vamp level. But in their shifted forms? Depends. My partner is probably about as strong as Vincent and their alpha, David, the one of the most powerful shifters in the country. As a wolf he could tear me apart without an ounce-a effort if he wanted to.”

“But your partner…”

“It’s not just about strength. It’s about skill. My partner can and has won fights against a vamp similar in origin to Alexis—fifty, turned by Old Blood—and a two-on-one brawl with the two being vampires. Beat themselves to Hell to do it, but they won. My partner’s got skill. And they’re fast. That matters more than strength.” A fond chuckle. “Trust me. If they wanted to lay me out the night we met, they would have. If I’d initiated the fight, I’d’ve had my ass handed to me. No question about it.”

I couldn’t help the mischief that pulled at my smile. “And you found that hot,” I stated. Not asking.

Sam decidedly did not meet my gaze in favor of suddenly finding the top crest of Maneater the most interesting thing in the park. “I do not have to respond to that,” he said deliberately.

I started laughing—harder than I had around someone other than Vincent in a year. “Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.”

Sam scoffed. “Like hell,” he said. “You’re tellin’ Vincent the second you get home to him.”

“Okay, yeah, I am. But we won’t tell anyone else.” I held up both hands to show I wasn’t crossing my fingers. “Promise.”

He rolled his eyes. “I see why Vincent loves you so much. Little twerps, both-a you.”

I laughed harder. “Oh, definitely,” I agreed.

Conversation flowed much easier after that, taking up the rest of the night, until the first rays of sunlight began to stab through the inky blue-black of the night sky. Sam and I bid goodbyes to each other and took off for our homes.

“Vin! I’m back!” I called.

Vincent appeared in front of me with a Zip! “How was Sam?” he asked, grinning.

“How—”

“Lovely, even if I couldn’t smell the traces of him being around on you, you’re still wearing his flannel.”

I swore, realizing he was right.

“And I figured he’d stop by. He told me he might. Just to make sure you were okay.” Vincent pulled me close and kissed my forehead. “He’s a big teddy bear, under all the grumpiness. But don’t tell him I said that,” he whispered. I laughed. Vincent gave me a soft look. “You seem… lighter. Unburdened.”

“It was nice to just… talk, y’know? With nothing behind it.”

He smiled. “Yeah. I know.”

“I did miss you though. Can I have a kiss?”

That earned me a broader smile. Vincent leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I hummed against his lips, holding him close to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist. “I love you, baby,” he whispered. “Welcome home.”

“Thanks. I love you too.” I pecked a kiss to his nose. “Now, I gotta tell you something Sam said while we were talking.” Mischief twisted my smile. “So, we got on the subject of his partner, and he mentioned that they could have beaten him in a fight if they’d tumbled when they first met…”

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[btwxsixesandsevens]

I have a theory that the reason Bucky was just lukewarm to Marvin Gaye's music is that he first listened to it while checking off items from Steve's notebook of things to learn about in the 21st century, almost like a homework assignment. It wasn't until he heard Sarah humming along with background music while she worked on the boat and in the house that he truly thought of modern music as something to be enjoyed for its own sake. Now he loves gospel, and adores Tina Turner along with the Queen of Soul. He remains unimpressed by Marvin Gaye, much to Sam's annoyance and Sarah's amusement.

Thank you, Nonny, for this comment. You sparked something undeniable. I agree with your theory, 100%.

***

Bucky tried, really tried. Following directions was a habit he couldn’t shake. So when Sam told him to listen to Marvin Gaye’s “Trouble Man” album, he’d done so with all the diligence of a straight-A student. He didn’t get it. He even tried to watch the movie it was a soundtrack for — he just had Vision pull it up, or down load it, or whatever…Good lord, he could watch a 50-year-old movie on demand! — but it didn’t help. That took him down an Internet rabbit hole (another modern miracle slash nuisance) of watching Blaxploitation flicks while he sat around Avengers Tower. He came back to Louisiana feeling absolutely enlightened. One day Sarah, in the course of conversation, said: “Shut your mouth!” he automatically responded, “I’m just talkin’ bout Shaft.” There had been a lot of explaining to do after that. But still, didn’t get it.

Saturdays were for cleaning around the Wilson house. And it came with music. Bucky knew what he was in for when Sarah tied her hair up high and turned the radio up loud. It was usually songs from the 70s and 80s, lots of “funk” with a sprinkling of R&B and Gospel. To keep him on his toes, he figured. It made the housekeeping fun, reminded him of being in the service, when the band on base would play over the loudspeaker. He’d once been caught dancing with a mop handle while scrubbing the mess hall. That was a long time ago. This was now though. He was out back dumping out the trash, when he heard Sarah say: “Oh, that’s my JAM!” Then her fumbling to get to the speaker to start the song over and turn it up. He didn’t think much of it. It started out reasonable enough: “Now we’re gonna take the beginning of this song, and do it easy. But then we’re gonna do the finish, rough. That’s the way we do, Proud Mary.” It had a nice, almost sweet, beat to it. A little groove. They were on a river, the Mississippi he presumed, and singing and happy, and yeah, fine. He came in the door to see her slowly mopping the floor with broad sweeps: “Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis, popped a lot of tang down in New Orleans.” “Popped a lot of tang?” he’d have to look that one up. Seventies slang was really hard to track. He kept working, straightening up the mudroom. Then, as the kids say, the beat dropped. The horns came in. Sarah started singing. “Big wheel keep on turnin’, Proud Mary keep on burnin’!” The background singers stepped in and it felt like an actual presence in the room, like a whole damn band had shown up. Sarah didn’t see him. Or didn’t care. Because she was dancing, eyes closed, feet moving frantically, singing into the end of the mop handle as she dragged in across the floor: “Rolling on the river! Doot doot doot doot! Da doot doot doot doot!” The mop was both dance partner and microphone stand. The table was the audience. The kitchen counter, the band. She commanded it all, her feet double pumping as she danced, her arms spread wide. It was joyous and loud and silly and perfect. Then she came to the end, one hand over head, with the other she dropped the mop with a clatter and said, proudly to no one: “Mike drop!” Then she bowed. So Bucky clapped. Of course he did. Sarah startled back to the present and saw him standing in the door way, grin wide. “Bucky B Barnes if you don’t get back to work!” she snapped, embarrassed and entertained simultaneously, snatching the mop back up into her hands. “Sorry Kitten, had to…quite the performance.” “If you tell anyone…” “Don’t have to. Everyone in town heard you.” That’s how Bucky met Tina Turner. The second love of his life.

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Just in time for the end of SarahBucky month.

[redgoldblue]

ALSO. for the spotify wrapped game, if you still want: 42

oh my god. this is also an accidentally iconic choice but in a completely different direction and it's gonna take me a minute to think about it. (it very much took me a minute to think about it. quite a lot of them in fact) Tina Turner, Proud Mary

you know what. riverboat workers Starsky/Hutch AU. Starsky is Tina Turner (a sentence I never expected to write but am also somehow not surprised by). He does his canon very brief military stint, wherein he spends all his time on a [definitely not los angeles] base and never actually leaves the country (left a good job in the city / workin' for the man every night and day), absolutely cannot handle the constant discipline and oversight and, after leaving, travels all across the country job-hopping just for the relief of having no-one (parents -> mother -> aunt and uncle -> military) watching him (i cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis / and i pumped a lot of 'pane down in New Orleans). Except, of course, the flipside of having no-one watching you is that, well, you have no-one watching you. So when he ends up on the Proud Mary, where he's both in constant movement (big wheels keep on turnin') and surrounded by people he actually likes and who like him, he stays.

(Dobey is the riverboat captain, obviously. Huggy runs the on-boat cafe/bar. Minnie runs the engines with a very strict hand. Pete arrives after Starsky, but she's a stowaway who Dobey ends up reluctantly giving a job as a all-hands kid-about-deck runner when she refuses to leave)

Hutch, meanwhile, has contra canon(...ish. the way i read canon) stayed in Minnesota to start his college degree, had a mini-breakdown halfway through it, and run away. Which has involved catching a cross-state Greyhound with like, ten dollars and the reasonably expensive shirt on his back, which last him all the way to the Mississippi River. He does not have the money to get on the riverboat, and also has no particular desire to, but he happens to be there when it's about to leave so he's watching it, when one of the passengers boarding sees his now much-cheaper shirt and general Air and offers to buy him a ticket if it'll get him where he's going (you don't have to worry if you got no money / people on the river are happy to give). Just for the extra stolen time before he has to figure anything out, Hutch agrees, and gets on.

...at which point, I suppose, Starsky meets him, takes an instant shine to him, and petitions Dobey to employ yet another stray. and whaddayaknow, then they're rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river (river doot doot doot)

i know Spotify Wrapped season is well and truly over now but. it's never over in my heart so I am still happy to receive Spotify Wrapped fic asks!

[thelreads]

I gonna need you either you tell me the context or give me the chapter number because I can't live in this suspense.

I realize how little that narrows it down considering the unspeakable things that have happened so far in the story

Chapter 51, where the big wheels keep on turnin', where the skies are so blue, and where we all did what we could do

[davikingwizard]

Now, if you come down to the river

I bet you gonna find some people who live

You don't have to worry if you ain't got no money

The people on the river are happy to give

Because the big wheel keeps on turnin'

Proud Mary keep on burnin'

Rollin', rollin'

rollin' on the river

[bullet-prooflove]

Thursday ‘Queen of the Night’ Radio Prompt List

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Never again, last time was the last time

you're kissing my fingers, and I kiss your tattoo's

Call me in the morning to apologize

Did you think that I would let you Crawl right back into my bedroom

Sometimes when I look at you, I see my wife

All my friends say you're dangerous, but I don't fucking care

Girl, you're a match, you're gasoline

I won't go down without a fight

Swear to God, cross my heart, no one does it better,

Take me some place where there's music and there's laughter

Fight so dirty, but you love so sweet

Lightin' up that spark, yeah, we tried to run

I try not to hold on to what is gone

It's hell and it's heaven with you, baby

Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand

I want it all or nothing, no more in between,

 I know all the consequences, I don't mind

Who'd've known when this started that we'd end up here, here?

Sometimes, you're a stranger in my bed

Too many flashing lights

Late night devil, put your hands on me

And you can wonder who I really am

I don't want to wait anymore

One hand on the wheel, and one hand on my thigh

 I know all the consequences, I don't mind

I want some satisfaction, take me to the stars

Don't know if you love me or you want me dead

But you reach out and touch me, say my name like a prayer

Every little lie gives me butterflies

We cry tears of mascara in the bathroom

Take me back to the time when the world was yours and mine

Show me devotion and take me all the way

You gotta touch that kills me, makes me feel alive

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

With that sweet talk on your tongue

dance on the roof, you and me alone

Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive

I've been denying how I feel, you've been denying what you want

We are too busy dancing

you keep calling Saying that you want it back

I will keep your secrets locked up

So keep turnin' me on and turn out the lights

Cause you had your chance and you blew it

But we're on the road to ruin

I don't know if I'm scared of dying