#100.3 the sound

[shefaniquotes]

Q: “The song touches on making the negotiations of a relationship fun - kind of like the idea you’ll handle this, and I’ll handle that, and we make it together. Do you get to see that in your daily life?”

Blake: “I do see it in my daily life, no question about it. Luckily for me, and what has worked for Gwen and I is - Even though I know this sounds ridiculous looking at it from the outside, but we truly are pretty old fashioned people with those kind of values. When I heard that song, it was like, ‘Wow, I could have written that song, I could have said this stuff.’ I wish I would have.”

Blake on I'll Name the Dogs, 100.3 The Bull, November 2017

[edgessunflower]

Sickness and blushing

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Fem reader

Description: When you get sick, Kurt skips class to take care of you

Kurt knew something was wrong when he walked in your room to find you shivering under your cover, the cough that sounded in the room made him very worried. He feels your forehead and immediately jerks his hand away from how burning hot it was knowing you clearly were sick grabbing the thermometer from your bathroom and taking your temperature feeling his heart pound when it says your temperature was 103.8 wetting a wash cloth and putting it on your forehead, "Have you eaten?" you shake your head as he gently rubs your arm before leaving the room grabbing you soup that Ororo made a few minutes ago for her stomach making extra for anyone else who wasn't feeling well, he comes back with a bowl of pea soup and bread so if you couldn't eat the soup normally that you could eat the bread soaked in it so you could still eat and have something on and in your stomach slowly feeding you until you couldn't eat anymore followed by a few sips of water so you could still be hydrated "Try to sleep if you can, I'll be here with you" you notice the time out of the corner of your eye. "Baby don't you have classes right now?" he gently rubs the rag over your face holding it on your neck when you turn on your side "Yea but I would rather skip today and just make up whatever I missed so I can take care of you and know you are okay" you feel your heart swell before another cough rips through the air taking meds after drinking water listening to him talk and the tv in your room on low volume until you fell asleep with kurt by your side doing work from class and finishing it quickly taking them to each professor and returning to your room to find you sitting up noticing that despite you still being sick you looked a bit better than earlier feeling calmer after checking your temperature that went down from earlier to 100.3 talking to you as you slowly eat the rest of the heated up soup and bread from earlier laying back down with the rag back on your neck after kurt soaked it in water again. "Thank you for looking at after me baby" he smiles while looking down at you watching tv "Of course Mien Schatz, I'll always look after you no matter what you don't need to thank me" he blushes lightly making you giggle before he's wrapping you in his arms hiding his face in the crook of your neck "Aww sweetie I like when you blush!" he makes a slightly embarrassed squeak making you smile bigger before kissing the top of his head falling back asleep with him joining you a second after.

[vee-beeee]

Virus

HELLO

Im literally so sick so I hope this is COHERANT

I have been supa sick, and i got an idea of what is would be like if Connor was there do help you during a sick day.

another supa short one, robo camping is coming soon

Warnings: sickness :(, connor being cute and protective over your well being, he worries, author is ill and this might not make sense, slight smoochery

Connor x reader

1,194 words baby

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An alarm is going off somewhere.

You hear it and moan, not wanting to start the day yet. Your body starts to wake up, and you pull out a hand from under the giant metal pillow. The aforementioned giant pillow grunts and starts moving, while you use your newly gained hand to try and rub the sleepiness from your eyes.

You hear another groan that sounds slightly like your name from somewhere around your head and arms wrap tightly around your middle, and you feel a hard nose snuggling into your head and hair. You sleepily sit there, content grin plastered on your face as you feel Connor's synthetic breathes against you.

And then you swallow. Aaaand your throat feels raw. and it HURTS.

Your eyes shoot open, and you make another realization. Your nose is stuffed, you can barely breathe.

And then comes a coughing fit.

You rush to lean back on your elbows, and cover your cough with your arm.

"Sweetheart?" you hear a low voice behind you, the voices owner moving up to sit by your side. A hand comes to rest on your arm and another wraps around you as you violently wheeze. You turn to him and sniffle, eyes still bleary from sleep and darkness, and make out an anxious yellow circle. You break into another coughing fit just as you were about to respond, turning away from Connor to cover it in your elbow again.

The hand previously on your arm suddenly shoots up to your head and you mumble something along the lines of "donttt feel-gooodd". Then you start leaning into the cool hand that's resting on your temple.

"Your running a 100.3 fever my dear. Of course you don't feel good." A now very awake voice responds, starting to draw the hand away. You moan and reach out to grab his palm and place it to your cheek, rubbing against it as he moves his fingers to cup your face. His soft sigh echo's through the room and he informs you "My scans indicate you have caught a virus. Symptoms include a fever, coughing, fatigue, sneezing, and body aches. You have a fever and I already heard the coughing." You exhale and throw yourself back into the pillows resigning yourself to the fate of being sick. You fling your arms over your eyes as Conner moves his hand to your arm, and you nestle further into the bed.

"You're staying home" your eyes shoot open and you move your arm down from your face to try and stare at him through the darkness. Your eyes adjust and see that his little LED is blinking yellow and red, and suddenly your bedsides tables light is on. A soft glow fills the room. You begin to protest as he closes his eyes and you know he's sending a message to Hank.

"Nooo but Connor I have super important stuff to get done today. I have to work on the Lea's case. Gavin's gonna be pissed if I don't show" you roll your body over to fully face him and give him a dramatic look. But now that you could see him, illuminated by the light, it was your turn to scan the android. His hair was mused up, and his shirt was riding up his chest along with his sweatpants. His eyes looked sleepy when they opened back up, they always looked like that after his robo rest mode. He caught you staring and you flushed, (more than you already were, being super sick and all) but he just smiled

"Yes you are. I am too. I'm going to take care of you." Connor looked into your eyes and you could see his were filled with worry, and he took a hand to move your hair and lean over to kiss your head. "Connor I'm probably sweaty" you grumbled and tried to push him away by shoving at his shoulders, but your hands met an unmovable object.

"I dont really care, i enjoy kissing you"

After that he left you to go start some tea to help your throat, but before that he situated you in bed. He also brought you tissues and pillows and blankets galore. You happily nested in, and watched a movie while you waited for him. It was super comfortable, but the rapid sneezing and coughing was really not. You stared of into space next to the tv that hung on your wall, and thought about how grateful you were for Connor.

Speaking of Conner, a blob shaped like him entered your vision. And he looked....guilty?

"Im sorry my darling, but I really need you to take this."

And then you saw what he was holding. And you gasped (and then proceeded into a coughing fit)

It was that horrible, nasty grape flavored cough medicine.

You recoiled as he got closer to the bed, and he looked guiltier and guiltier by the second. He sat down on your legs and started to unscrew the cap. You violently shuddered and closed your eyes, getting ready for the plastic cup to part your lips and give you that disgusting liquid.

Instead you felt a different kind of plastic meet your lips. It was another set of lips.

Connor was kissing you and, in turn, giving you the medicine.

Was this possible? Who cares, don't look it up. Its possible now.

While moving your lips open, Connor gently grabbed the back of your head and gave you all of it. At first you thought the hand was just there to lovingly stroking your hair. But then you realized he was probably holding you in place and making sure you were swallowing it all. His other hand subtly reached out and found yours, and squeezed it as you shuddered and began to swallow the gross medicine. He gently pulled away, wiping his and your lips.

"I thought I would try paring an unpleasant experience with a pleasant one. Did you enjoy that more than usual? Your heart rate says yes." you blinked your eyes open, not realizing you had closed them and smiled gently at him "Yes I much prefer that than regular" His eyes glinted and he chuckled, continuing to hold your hand.

He then gently moved you forwards, and nestled himself between you and your pillows. He warned that he would need to be up in a couple minutes to get the kettle for when the water was hot, and you just nodded and snuggled into his hard front.

After a while your eyes fell and you knocked out, and he heard the kettle whistling. He gently moved you from in front of him and got up to make the tea. Connor turned to look at you as he was leaving the room standing in the doorway to study you. Your eyelashes gently on your cheek, your chest slowly rising and falling, and all of this made his lips quirk upwards.

He got the tea ready for you, and walked into your shard room to place it on the table next to your bed. You would see it when you woke up.

Then Connor started on something Hank suggested to him when he was told you were sick.

Some good old Chicken Noodle Soup.

When you finally woke up and saw a still steaming cup of tea on your table, and hearing pots and pans clank in the kitchen you smiled and took a sip of the drink.

You were happy to have such a wonderful boyfriend to take care of you.

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THANKS FOR READING MY RANDOM THOUGHT

Again ignore spelling errors or plot holes! Im sick so if it doesnt make sense uhhhhhh

About that medicine thing, pretend for me that its a totally reasonable thing

[sneezydarliing]

happy sicktember I'm so nervous to post this for some reason 😭 sorry about no sneeze unfortunately it's a trend this month

Come when you call

sicktember day 1 | cw brief mention of mess

Rosho expected the headache, but not how bad it would be.

He knew from the moment he had woken up that no amount of vitamins would save him now. The cold had settled deep, and he was truly screwed. He had already messaged Sasara and let him know he wasn’t up to drink’s the night before, when he had coughed too much for it to be something in the air. He wasn’t delusional enough to think that would stop the comedian, though, so he heaved himself up, wincing at the way his head spun.

A trip to the bathroom revealed two things. One: he had a fever. The thermometer read a steady 100.3 no matter how many times he stuck it back into his mouth, as if the uncomfortable cold-sweats weren’t proof enough. Two: he looked like shit. Well and truly. His hair stuck up in odd places, and his face was both pale and flushed. Sasara would never let him live it down if he saw Rosho in a state like that (not that he hadn’t seen worse, at this point in their relationship), but he was just a bit too weak and tired to care. And when the dreaded knock came on his door, sending sparks of pain through his head, all he did was flop onto his small couch. Sasara had a key.

Surely enough, he comes barreling through the door, all smiles and triumph, holding up a plastic grocery bag like treasure. “I’m home!” Sasara declares to the apartment itself- which he pointedly does not live in, Rosho would remind him, if he weren’t so tired and his throat so sore.

Instead, he just mutters a raspy “Keep it down.” in response, cradling his head in his hands. If Sasara apologies, he doesn’t hear him, but he does feel an ice pack being dropped onto his lap. “You go a little crazy last night, huh?” Sasara asks with a giggle, grinning down at him. Rosho laughs a little, a painful sound that leaves him coughing a little into his sweater sleeve.

“I’m sick. Not hungover.” Sasara gives an almost-pitying noise in response. “Well, ya got me to take care of you! I’m your knight in shining armor today, so off to bed with you.” He makes shoo-ing motions until Rosho hauls himself back up with a small groan, waving off Sasara’s offering of help. Deep down, he knows arguing is useless. “I’m gonna make some soup, so don’t fall asleep on me, honey!”

On a normal day, he’d get a kick to the knee for a comment like that. Rosho just closes his bedroom door, muffling more scraping coughs that leave him doubled over and panting for a moment. He sits against his bedframe, half nestled under the blanket, and stares at the off-white ceiling for easily half an hour. It isn’t until his door opens with a creak that his stupor finally breaks.

“Rosho? Ya awake?” Sasara almost-whispers to the pitch black room, and he mumbles something inaudible in response. “I’m turning the light on, ‘kay?” The warning wasn't enough to stop the searing pain through his head, but something about it made his heart ache.

When he could finally bear to open his eyes again, sasara was sitting in front of him on the bed, bowl of soup in one hand and a raised spoon in the other, grinning. “Open up!” He said with, frankly, too much cheer for somebody feeding a grown man. Rosho swallowed the uncomfortable feeling of snot running down the back of his throat, leaving it burning. He wasn't hungry and he felt ridiculous, but he opened his mouth anyways, letting Sasara hand feed him until his stomach quickly had enough. When he laid back, letting his eyes close, and felt the bed creak as Sasara stood, he didn't call him back to lay with him like they used to, despite the urge on his tongue. It must have been the fever.

[dylanking298]

Sick day:

You woke up to one of the most painful headaches ever along with a fever of 100.3. You had a fever dream the other night and this morning when you woke up, sweat drenched your sheets and body. "Good morning yn." Your husband Dylan called from around the corner of your shared bedroom. He popped his head in cheerfully but his smile dropped once he saw your pale skin with dark pink circles under your eyes. Not to mention the heat that was basically pouring out of you.

"Yn do you feel okay?" You shook your head too weak to speak. Dylan laid the back of his hand over your forehead before yaning back at the intense heat that of your fever. "Yn you're burning up!" He felt your cheeks before running to the bathroom and pouring you some medicine. "Come on yn sit up and drink this." You hesitantly sat up not wanting to drink the medicine. You whined like a child not wanting to drink the medicine that was in front of you.

"Come on baby, you'll feel so much better." Dylan pleaded. You took a big breath and gulped down the medicine that didn't taste so bad after all. Dylan kissed your forehead. "Yn I'm gonna make you some hot tea with chicken soup. You just rest." You smiled weakly and laid back down before mouthing a small "thank you". Dylan tucked the cover around you, that you immediately kicked off because it was too hot. But your husband insisted. "I know honey but your body actually needs the covers because it's fighting off a serious virus."

"But dylan I'm so hot, I feel like i'm in a sauna." You whined a little. Dylan left the covers down a little for your arms to feel the cold air. He went downstairs and the sounds of the pot being taken out from the cabinet and placed on to the stove said to you that Dylan was now cooking. You fell asleep for what felt like hours, until the hiss of the tea kettle woke you up. "Hey baby, I have your lunch ready."

Dylan had a smorgasbord which he placed on the bed to the side as you sat up. "Thanks honey." You said groggily. Dylan kissed your cheeks as a "your welcome" and left the room so you could eat in peace. You turned on the TV and started eating your lunch. The chicken soup was off the charts seeing how it Dylan got the recipe from his mother. You were just finishing off your tea when Dylan popped back into the room. "Is there anything you need?" You shook your head, but Dylan kissed you anyway. "My poor baby, wasting away in this sickness." Dylan joked a little.

He was thoughtful enough to sit with you until you fell asleep in his arms. He tucked you back in and kissed the crown of your forehead. "Get better yn."

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Blue Jeans [Chapter Four] Cloudburst [Ace Merrill]

Warning(s): waitressing, OC, Pop is a cheapskate, Castle Rock lore, fluff, wooing, Ace being Ace.

Tuesday morning, Elise got an unexpected call from Nan Roberts. She was in her bedroom, listening to WKIT 100.3 on the radio, a rock station out of Bangor when a knock on the door interrupted her mid-sentence of The Wanderer. Elise almost didn't hear it.

On the second knock, she turned down the volume and hurried to open the door, giving her grandmother an apologetic look. She was still wearing a straw sun hat, having been outside since dawn in the garden; the roses had been planted, but the peonies and tulips had yet to be.

“I'm sorry. Was the music too loud?”

Nana Francine snorted.

“Not at all, hon. But would it hurt you kids to listen to a little gospel or country?” 

The teen was a lot like her father. He loved rock; it drove Nana mad when he was younger, always blaring his tunes as loud as the radio would go.

Elise chuckled. Country and gospel were not quite her bag. She tucked a lace of blonde hair behind her ear and raised a curious brow. Nana got the hint. 

“You have a call in the kitchen. Nan Roberts.”

It was yesterday when Elise put in her application for the luncheonette. She was more surprised that Myra had done as she had asked. It was hard to believe that Ace’s former lover had vouched for her, but perhaps she had. Elise knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. 

“Good news I hope,” she mentioned enthusiastically. “I'll be down in just a minute.”

Nana left her to her own devices and returned downstairs for a drink. She had been thirsting for one before she heard the brring - brring of the kitchen telephone.

In the meantime, Elise turned her radio off and sprinted down the stairs. Her bare feet slapped loudly on the hardwood floor as she made her way into the kitchen, taking a moment to clear her throat and the nervousness she felt, then rested the baby blue receiver against her ear. 

“Mrs. Roberts. Sorry for making you wait.”

“It's no problem, hon. Elise, right? I saw your application on my desk.” 

Elise hummed in agreement. 

“Yes, ma’am. I saw the help wanted sign on the door and was quick to put one in. Is the position still open?”

“Sure is,” Nan replied. The line grew quiet for a moment. There was a faint sound of shuffling like the moving of papers, and then Nan hummed. “It says here you have some dining experience, four months worth.”

Waitressing was not new to Elise, it was not her first rodeo so to speak. She worked briefly in a diner in Derry before the move. It was not her first choice of job, but at the time Elise wanted nothing more than to get out of the house. She started in January, then four months later, her parents uprooted her and moved to Castle Rock. 

“Yes, ma’am. I worked part-time cleaning the Aladdin Theater before that, but was mostly paid under the table.” 

Had Mrs. Cole known, she would have been ticked off. She was the ticket booth operator, an ill-tempered woman with unusually large specs. In addition to being paid under the table, Elise could also watch any movie she wanted, free of charge. It was an alright job, but she preferred working with people; the reason she chose to work in a diner. 

She hoped that Nan would find her affable personality a benefit. And she did. 

“Can you come on down and shadow for the remainder of the shift? Fair warning, we’re in the middle of a lunch rush.” Nan warned. 

Elise didn't mind. She was ecstatic. 

“I'll get dressed and be there soon.”

Nan chuckled. The call ended shortly, and Elise sprinted back upstairs, nearly running into her momma, who had been hiding in her room from Nana. 

“Where are you going in such a rush?” Madeline asked. 

“To the diner in town. I think I might have gotten a job!” She had to shout the last bit, having run into her room to change. 

A light gray button-down and jeans was what she chose to wear. Elise knew that there was a uniform involved, but she had yet to receive one so the outfit she had on would do. It was unpleasantly hot out and the light color would be beneficial. 

To top off her look, she put her hair up in a messy bun and tied a floral polyester hair scarf around it. Then she left her room. 

Madeline met her at the door as she slid on a pair of white Skips. 

“I'll drive you into town - anything to get out of this damn house.”

Elise raised a suspicious brow. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Get in the car.” Madeline spoke, sharp as a whip. She didn't like to be looked at in such a way, as though she was being judged, by a teenager no less. 

Elise pressed her lips thin and sauntered out the front door. Madeline could, at last, breathe easy but only for a moment as Nana gave her the same judgemental stare as she passed by the garden. 

About damn time you got out of the house, she imagined her saying. Straighten your act.

She got into the Buick, started it, and then pulled out of the driveway. 

The drive to Main Street was tense and quiet. Elise stared out the window with no interest in mind. She was blank, bouncing her foot to no rhythm. It felt like an eternity, wading through molasses before the Buick pulled into the lot at noon with a shriek. 

The silence between them was unnerving. It reminded Elise of the drive from Derry. Thank goodness the radio was on; her knight in shining armor. She spoke only when she was asked a question. 

Are you hungry? Do you need to use the bathroom?

It was gnarly. And that was putting it nicely. How else was she meant to feel? Especially since it was her mother who nearly tore her family apart. 

That was neither here nor now. Elise had a job to think about. 

“Thanks,” she uttered. She didn't wait for a response - she didn't assume she would get one - and stepped out of the car. 

As she stepped onto the sidewalk, her mother pulled out of the lot and drove toward the mom-and-pop store. Elise lost sight of her as she turned right. She took an uneasy breath, then walked inside. 

Immediately the chatter of the diner turned her to stone. There were so many patrons for a Tuesday. Even the stools near the counter were taken. Elise did not know anyone, not even the waitress running around like a banshee between the counter and the booths. 

Nan was not kidding.  

“Elise. That you?” Nan Roberts asked. Speak of the devil. She stood near the Employees Only entrance near the counter, an early middle-aged woman with her hair pulled back in a polka dot scarf. Once Elise nodded, she grinned. “Thank God. Come on back here.”

Elise sauntered behind the counter and followed Nan through the kitchen which was heavy with the smell of grease and dish soap, to an office no bigger than the walk-in freezer. She tossed the blonde a navy-colored apron and a paper menu that would be easily folded. 

“You're gonna shadow Liza until the shift is over. Learn all you can, then I'll talk to you before I send you home,” she explained. 

Elise understood. Though to be honest, she figured the reason Nan asked her to come down was less about shadowing and more about taking the load off her and Liza. It was fine. She shook her head in understanding. 

Leading her back out into the dining area, Nan left her to attend to the patrons at the counter. Liza was refilling a mug with coffee, so Elise approached her and tapped her shoulder. 

Liza turned and looked at her, then with a big smile she handed Elise the steaming mug. The blonde took it with a raised brow. 

“Um…hi.”

“I'm Liza,” she retorted. She was young in the face, with green eyes and brunette hair that stuck to her forehead from perspiration. “Elise right? Nan told me about you. Nice to meet you.”

Motioning for Elise to follow, Liza instructed her to give the coffee to a lone man named Rudy near the door. He gave her a polite smile as she sat the mug down on the table with a click, asking if he needed anything else. He answered her with a no, and she returned to Liza’s side. 

“You've done this before. Groovy.” 

Elise nodded. “Sure have.” 

Her answer made Liza smile. 

“That sure makes teaching you a lot easier.” 

Elise certainly hoped so. 

For the next two hours, she followed Liza around, listening intently as the voluble brunette explained the routine to her. It was similar to her previous job, in which she took orders and then brought them back to the table; the only difference was the menu. Liza gave her tips to help her remember it and introduced her to the kitchen staff, Jeffrey and Bobbie Alden. She was even allowed to wait two tables on her own at the end of the shift and keep the $30 tip. 

As Liza finished up with a customer, Elise went back to the office. She was met with a look of pride from Nan. 

“You did good out there, hon. I'd be dumb as a box of rocks not to hire you.”

Elise was ecstatic. 

“Thank you so much.” 

Nan grinned. “You and Liza seemed to get along well enough. I'd like you to come in during the mornings.”

Mornings were no problem. Elise preferred them. Early to rise, early to get her work done. The afternoon then would be hers to do whatever she wanted. 

“That's perfect.”

Nan was pleased to hear. 

“Good deal. I'll be seeing you in the morning.”

Elise said her goodbyes and turned to leave but Nan quickly called out to her. 

“You mind doing me a solid before you leave? Have you ever met Pop Merrill?”

Pop Merrill. 

“Pop owns the emporium,” Nana had mentioned with a bite. “He, like most of the Merrill family, is a menace to society. I'd advise you not to get roped in with them. I don't like to talk badly about people but if you see a Merrill coming, it would be best if you turned cheek and ran.”

Elise frowned. 

“I've heard of him.”

“He makes to-go orders regularly around lunchtime but the man is a bit indolent, God help him. The richest person in the Rock. I normally take his order to the emporium, but the afternoon shift manager, Tammy, is gonna be a bit late.” 

Elise could see what she was trying to say. As much as she didn't want to, she nodded.

“I can take the order for you.”

Nan grinned and rested her hand on Elise’s shoulder.

“I'd appreciate it, hon. Don't let Pop try to heckle you into buying nothing. Whatever tip he gives, you can keep.”

The silver lining at least. 

Elise sauntered out of the office and to Jeffery at the grill. He was older than Bobbie by thirteen months, a teen with a businessman haircut hidden beneath a black hair net. 

“Pop’s order?” He asked with a raised brow. 

Elise shook her head. Nan did say he was a regular. 

With the order done, Jeffery put the greasy burger with everything on it into a Dart foam container with a side of fries and coleslaw, then passed it on to Elise to bag it up. She left the diner at 10 past 2 and sauntered up the sidewalk in the direction her mother went. The Emporium Galorium was a square flat-top building with a repair shop attached to it. Almost ancient in appearance, like it had been around for a long time. Its English bond brickwork needed repair, and was cracked in some areas. 

Elise walked in, ignoring the chime of the bell above the door, and took a curious look around. She had never been inside a junk store before, but she had to admit, whoever coined the term was not kidding. Her father’s garage in Derry had nothing on this. There were more house phones, portable TVs, and clocks - so many clocks - than she could count. Did they even work? 

At the front counter, the glass was transparent. Elise saw an assortment of polished jewelry resting on velvet displays. She was in awe at the various colors and designs. A kaleidoscope lay before her. 

“Those don't suit a girl like you,” Pop Merrill claimed. His sudden appearance behind Elise made her jerk in fear. 

She raised a brow, but all Pop did was hum. His blue eyes gauged her a moment before he walked behind the counter.

“What I mean to say is, you're a little too young to be thinkin’ about marriage,” Pop furthered.

He wasn't wrong.

“I was just looking,” Elise admitted. “Never hurts.”

“Then you're in the right shop,” he stated with a grin. 

Elise was a little confused. She expected Pop to be…well older. He was a man in his mid-forties with dirty blond hair streaked in gray. A pair of reading glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, but he didn't seem to need them much to see. Why did everyone who knew him call him Pop?

Elise remembered the take-out container and lifted the bag. 

“Nan sent me.”

“I can tell from your apron…and the whole room smells like grease now,” Pop retorted. 

How nice. Elise gave an awkward laugh. She watched him with uninterest as he took out the receipt, sliding his glasses up his nose as he read it. 

“You new here? You have to be.”

Elise raised a brow. 

“What I mean to say is, I know everyone in this town and I've never seen you around before,” he explained.

“I recently moved in with my grandmother, Francine on Willow Street.” 

Pop was next to raise a brow, peeking at her a moment with sparking blue eyes. 

“Nana? She have plans to come offa that property?”

“I…don't know, Mr. Merrill,” Elise answered. 

What interest did Pop have in Nana’s house? It was a charming piece of property, but she didn't think it had any value in the market. Her grandparents had lived in that 2 story A-frame for a long time.

Pop took a faded brown wallet from his back pocket and opened it. He handed her a crumpled dollar. 

“Keep the change.”

Elise tightened her jaw. Five cents. Was he serious? 

“Thank you, Mr. Merrill.” Her tone was sharp no matter how hard she tried to mask it. 

“Call me Pop. And if Nana is lookin’ to sell, you tell her I'm interested.” Pop grinned, a notion that reminded Elise of a crooked salesman, hankering to own her soul.

She forced a smile and hurried out of the Emporium Galorium. Never did she want to talk to Pop Merrill again. Indolent was an understatement. He was also a cheapskate. Elise felt bad for anyone doing business with him. 

Returning his money to Nan, and his generous tip to the tip jar near the register, Elise opted to go home. As she crossed the street, in front of the diner, a familiar Ford Classic came speeding down Main from the nearest street. Elise tried to act inconspicuous but her eyes locked with Aces’. He pulled to the curb in front of her, as though she was a person he was looking for. 

“Afternoon, darling. What brings you out?” Ace asked with a grin. His blue eyes sparkled as he looked at her, eyes that reminded her of greedy old Pop Merrill.

Elise slid her hair behind her ear and averted her eyes to a crack in the sidewalk. 

“Heading home actually. I got a call from Nan and have been shadowing since noon.” 

Ace hummed. So Myra came through. He was impressed. 

“Need a ride?”

“I smell like grease - or at least Pop claims.” Elise declined. She didn't want to mess up his seats regardless. 

A storm brewed in his eyes. 

“You and me both, darling. I just got off work.”

He was a mechanic, Elise recalled him saying. But that didn't change her mind. 

“I don't mind walking. I really don't want to stain–”

“Elise.” His stern voice took her off guard. She felt like she was being reprimanded for making excuses. His brow smoothed. “I don't mind, darling. If you want a ride, I'm offering.” 

Elise hummed, a tiny bit unsure. But in the end, she agreed.

“Thank you, Ace.”

The sparkle in his eyes reappeared and he waited for her to get in, but instead of heading toward Willow Street, he turned onto Pleasant Road. Elise raised a curious brow, but Ace merely grinned. 

“You wanna see the lake? In Derry, you had a quarry, right?”

He wasn't wrong.

“You remembered that?” She chuckled. 

“Yeah, I did.” Ace was humored.

Dense, towering cumulonimbus clouds hung above them. Elise watched them roll by as the car drove down the blacktop. She was at peace. Her curious eyes turned to Ace when he shouted over the vocals of Skeeter Davis on the radio; he lived nearby, a mile or so before the train tracks. 

As he talked, she listened until Castle Lake came into view. Ace then pulled the Ford through a forest of pines and parked where Elise could see the water. She waited until the whir of the engine died down before she hurried with excitement to the front of the car. It reminded her of the quarry in Derry, of her favorite memories. 

Ace stood by her side.

“It's cool, yeah.” 

Elise chuckled and shook her head. Yeah, it was. 

“Thank you.”

For a moment, they stood in silence, listening to the sounds of nature; the chirp of the birds, and the whistle of the wind. Until Ace leaned into the car and turned up the radio. Stand By Me by Ben E. King began to play.

He offered his hand to Elise, raising a brow. A brief moment passed then she realized what he was doing. Like in a romance movie, he was asking her to dance. 

When was the last time she even danced? Prom at Derry High - wasn't it? With Timothy Davis, an athlete. Her heart raced. No matter how she looked at it, Ace was wooing her. But was she on the make? Elise took his hand. 

Ace led her back a few centimeters, then brought her close, sliding his arms around her and resting them against her upper back. Elise felt faint; her face was warm, and her hands were a bit clammy. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and then leaned her head against his arm.

Ace smelled like an automobile, like grease and motor oil with a faint hint of cigarette smoke. The scent suited him. It was a testament to who Ace was, an obvious red flag. He was bad for Elise. 

And yet, his warmth and attention were intoxicating. Elise relaxed into him. 

A wet sensation suddenly landed on her hand, then another on the back of her neck. Elise shivered. Was it about to rain? Like a faucet, the sky opened up. 

“Well shit,” she heard Ace cuss. 

Elise squeaked as the cool rain sank into her clothes. She stepped back from Ace and did her best to cover her head as he hustled to put back on the hood. A few curses later, Elise joined him in the car. The hair that had fallen from her bun was stuck to her neck and face. She felt like a drowned rat. 

“Bummer,” Ace uttered. His white shirt was stuck to his sturdy frame. 

Elise laughed at his disheveled appearance, she couldn't help it. Her outburst earned her an amused look from the blond. 

“You wanna walk home?”

Elise snorted. She daringly leaned over the emergency break and leaned on his shoulder. Ace grinned and brought her beneath his arm.

“I'll behave,” Elise uttered.

An intense air of satisfaction overcame him. 

“Attagirl.” 

[lsdunesarchive]

L.S. Dunes at the 100.3 The X Rocks Acoustic X Session (Boise, ID) | Part 3 | July 31, 2023

Transcript under the cut

Host: Well, it's awesome, and you can tell he loves what he does. I mean, I know he's kind of, a little bit of a prop up with Turnstile and Code Orange, and stuff like that, but it's really great to see him work with you guys as well, and the record sounds fantastic, of course. When you're putting together things like that, of course, everybody talked about how busy they are, is there, when you're preparing music, do you think about, "Okay, this is something that I want to do for L.S. Dunes", or do you have to be in a particular state of mind? Do you compartmentalize that stuff? How does writing work when you have so many different things going on?

Frank: There's no formula, you know? I mean, kind of, the universe will tell you where you need to be, and if you listen to that well enough, you kind of figure out the path. But I think, often times, and this, I don't know, is something that works for me. If I have different projects going, if I hit a wall or I create a block on one, I'II jump to the other projects and, sometimes, that'll open up some doors for me. But, as of right now, I feel like, you know, this is my main creative band, so there's, no, it's not a hard decision, you know?

Anthony: I don't know how it is for everybody, but I, kind of, need to be in a mode of, like, okay, everything I'm doing right now is going to go down to Dunes, like, everything I'm working on is Dunes related, so there's too much stuff going on at all times, so I need to make sure that there's only one thing on my plate to focus on.

Tucker: Besides my family, this is all I think about, so everything is an L.S. Dunes song to me.

Anthony: Yeah, I agree.

Host: Love it. You know, we talked a little bit about how when the band kind of came together, it was a little bit pieces, sometimes you're at different places, putting all this stuff together for some, at least, demo tracks for the album. Now that you're together, you're on the road, do you find yourself coming up with new music and writing together, or...?

Anthony: It's crazy, it's crazy. We had a day-off the other day, Frank and I sat down to figure out a cover song, didn't figure out the cover song, wrote a new idea, and we sort of have been practicing this thing where we get to a point where we have, like, a couple different parts, and a couple melody ideas, and we're able to, like, bank it, put it away and, like, when we're in the mode to work on something further, we can go back to it that way. It's not, like, beaten into the ground, you know, but this is the most creative situation I've ever been involved in with people who are just so anxious... I used the wrong word, but just ready and prepared to always make new music, that's all excited to make new music.

Host: That's awesome! So, I heard Frank tease a second album already, we're talking about, perhaps, future projects in the works?

Frank: Oh yeah, yeah, we have a lot of demos already, probably more songs than a record.

Travis: You know, just sitting around on this tour, we have countless song ideas.

Frank: It's a spaghetti incident.

Tim: Spaghetti sandwich incident.

Host: I am definitely looking forward to more stuff and we would love to hear one more song, if you got any.

Frank: Alright.

Anthony: I'm going to throw up... Okay.

Frank: This one's 2022.

[allysmaagiesworld]

January Recap

Now, as the first month of the year has passed, I would like to recount it and kind of see how it went.

I started the journey on the 14th, so bear that in mind.

The week after the 14th I was bombarded with work. But I still managed to make it to the gym one day of the week. And for that I’m really grateful.

Friday the 19th

I got on the treadmill. Accompanied by the first episode of Percy Jackson I made the brilliant performance of 3.8 km in 37:26 minutes. Which may not sound like that good of a time, but I’m happy with it. Especially since I haven’t „run“ in over a year. I think it’s quite a good first time. Ready to be improved.

22nd to 28th January

The week after that, I actually came down with the flu. I spent all the time not at work in bed, sleeping by 8 p.m. or 9 p.m.

By Friday I was feeling better, but I didn’t want to overdo it, so I simply walked a bit outdoor.

That Saturday I helped my boyfriend repaint the house, or rather find spots that were damaged or dirtied by the installation crew and paint over that. And lo and behold, it proved to be quite the workout.

The day after that, Sunday, him and me drove someplace nice to take a walk. It was a nice hour and we talked all the while about very different things. We started at the topic of dating and somehow ended up at the military.

But it was a nice hour nonetheless.

29th to 31st January

And that brings us already to this week, which had the last three days of January.

On Monday I went to the gym, this time for strength training. Warm up was a small run on the treadmill, 1.59 km in 16:41 minutes. It actually felt easier, though that might have been because I knew I would only run for roughly 15 minutes.

But I will take whatever win I can get haha

After the run came the different machines for weight focussed exercises. And boy did I miss it. I felt so nice and strong while I did it - albeit I did overdo it on the bench presses. I took out the additional weights of 2.5 kg + 0.5 kg on top of the bar, and that was an experience.

I tried to do them as good as I could. The first set of 15 were… not easy, but doable. But it was a steep decline after that.

The second set I already had to split up in 8/7. The third and last set I quit after 6 repetitions, where the sixth was just barely liftable.

Again, I will put the new measurements under the cut.

I weighed myself on the evening of the 31st January, again after a shower.

The weight was 100.3 kg, which is 0.2 lighter than on the 14th, but weight alone does not define whether or not someone is on the right track for a healthier lifestyle.

weight: 100,3 kg

fat: 41,3 kg

muscle: 55,8 kg

arm left: 33,0 cm

arm right: 35,0 cm

chest: 101,0 cm

hip: 129,5 cm

waist: 88,5 cm

ass: 128,5 cm

belly: 116,0 cm

thigh left: 77,5 cm

thigh right: 77,5 cm

calve right: 43,0 cm

calve left: 42,5 cm

Overall the measurements stayed the same or went slightly down. I noticed though that I didn’t catch the biggest part on my legs, so these numbers aren’t really comparable to the 14th. We’ll just have to wait and see in two weeks how the numbers changed.

But for now I am very happy with the current results and am looking forward to the next section.

[marylouhalie76]

"Aahh... Aahh....Eekk...Eekk...tookki.... tookki...."

Or...in this case (2023) queue in Naan Cat theme or any other annoying sound effect plus a loud whistle blow... at 5pm on a Friday evening... You have the recipe for a Friday Fun ritual.

Back in the 1980s on Z100 (100.3 FM New York) every Friday, before Girl Scouts, I would hear the Friday Night Whistle and the "Tooki Tooki Bird".

It was the reminder that the week was done, time for fun. From the Easybeats' Friday On My Mind to the mind basting Working for the Weekend by Loverboy, it was the signal to loosen up.

It meant it was time to put down the school books, head to any fun activities, hang out with friends and most of all....be you.

This was the time I went to Girl Scouts....yes I actually found that fun, played Atari 2600 games, watched Friday Night Videos or NY Hot Tracks into the wee hours of Saturday morning... You could actually sleep in until nine in the morning with no real worry.

If on the rare occasion you actually had homework. It actually didn't take up the whole weekend. You were able to catch up on your favorite Cartoons (yes this a highlight for most of us kids) music/dance shows or martial arts films at 3pm on what is now the Fox Channel.

If you were a bit nerdy, you could catch up on some reading writing, drawing or some other creative endeavor. You could even catch up with friends....if you weren't the lonely type.

Weekend's were also times to visit family and no I am not just talking about blood...I am talking about people who have been in your life for so long, you couldn't consider them anything else.

Weekends are our resets and recharges. They are a time of rest and fun. Weekends are bonding times.

[motownfiction]

frost

Sadie sits in her car, alone, waiting for the frost to leave her windshield.

Despite living nowhere else but Michigan, she’s always surprised when she has to warm up her car in the winter. It catches her off guard, like she deserves to live in a perpetual summer. She always liked summer better than winter, anyway. Fewer bad things happen in the summertime (to her, anyway).

Because the summertime was always about finding yourself. It was about going to street fairs with Lucy and drinking so much lemonade that she thought she’d melt into her big plastic souvenir cup. It was about watching the sky burst from b-b-a-b-y b-b-l-u-e into purple. About making love to Daniel for the first time, about taunting Charlie for his refusal to drive, about getting in the car with Sam and moving out like there was infinite space before them. Because back then, why wouldn’t there have been? There was nothing to look up. No addresses to type in. Anything could have been the next something. She laughs. It used to be cool to speak and think in vain profundities like that, too.

Winter, though. Filled with nothing but the bad things. The sky quickly turns from gray to black like a bruise you don’t remember how you got. No matter how hard you try, no matter how many layers you drape your body in, you can’t get all-the-way warm. The windows on your car frost up, and you’re left to sit alone in your car with the radio on. What station is on, anyway?

100.3! Double-U-N-Eye-See!

She looks at the frost on her windows. What month is it, again? Sometimes, up here, it’s hard to tell. It starts to feel like winter as soon as the kids bring home their first homework assignments, but the kids haven’t been in school for years. Even Michael’s got all the degrees he’ll ever need. What month is it? What month does the frost begin?

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock …

A chill runs up and down Sadie’s spine, and not just because it’s December. Winter is filled with nothing but the bad things, like the way she dreads the first “Jingle Bell Rock” of the Christmas season. Why now? She’s usually more prepared. Daniel’s usually there. Why now? Why isn’t she more prepared than this?

She wishes Charlie hadn’t told her what song was on the radio during the accident. Years ago, Sadie used to like “Jingle Bell Rock.” It was her third-favorite Christmas song, behind “Rockin’ around the Christmas Tree” and The Drifters singing “White Christmas.” It could have stayed that way, had Charlie kept his mouth fucking shut. Instead, she’s spent the last twenty-two years like a stupid wreck. She’s still embarrassed by the way she ran out of the dollar theater, right in the middle of Mean Girls. It hadn’t even been two years then.

Not that it’s gotten any easier.

She watches as the frost slowly melts away from her car windows. Maybe they should move out of Michigan. Lucy and Will did. Charlie and Carrie did (which became Charlie and Elenore, which she’s still thinking about). But they moved to New York, and it’s even colder out there than it is here. Mom and Dad had the right idea. Move down to Florida. Get away from all this winter bullshit. “Jingle Bell Rock” probably doesn’t even sound the same in the presence of palm trees. They probably celebrate Christmas with “Cheeseburger in Paradise.”

That’s it. Maybe they should move to Florida.

The frost melts away from her windows completely. By the time it’s all gone, “Jingle Bell Rock” is over, and so are her Southeast fantasies. They were barely even fantasies, anyway.

There’s a reason she’s no-contact with her mother.

[phantomcorptm]

hear us this weekend as always with AfthrsNeo via alternativa 100.3 fm this weekend show in the hands of the amazing Dj EKÜA that offers a sick mix full of amapiano sounds for more info and schedule hit the link to our instagram

[ugdigital]

Get ready for the release of 'Sticky', the new single from the talented and award-winning pop artist 'Yassie'….

Nashville's Pop star, Yassie, continues to reign in the genre with her latest single, "Sticky," set to release on September 6th across all streaming platforms. The track is a vibrant homage to the classic R&B/Pop sound of the late '80s and early '90s. Yassie's distinctive southern flair offers a taste of the leisurely, romantic vibes that have become her trademark. Her confident delivery of lyrics will make you smile and groove along with her. Experience the video promo for "Sticky" and immerse yourself in the track's charm.

"Sticky" provides a preview of Yassie's highly anticipated album "Reflection," set for release in late September 2024. It's poised to be a groundbreaking project that captures the spirit of Nashville's eclectic music scene and is expected to make a significant impression on its audience.

Yassie's journey from the heartbreak of losing her mother to cancer at a young age to her rise to fame in the music industry is nothing short of remarkable. Her chart-topping single "Vibe With Me" has been played on radio stations nationwide and even in the UK, including 100.3 R&B in Raleigh, NC, 93.9 The Dream in Las Vegas, Choice 107 in Columbia, SC, Dominion Global Radio in Houston, TX, Easy R&B in London, England, Jammin 103.9 in Little Rock, AR, Love 101 in Indianapolis, IN, Magic 93.3 in Denver, CO, Majic 102.3 in Dallas, TX, Pure Sounds Radio in Chicago, IL, Quiet Storm 95.7 in Savannah, GA, and Z102 in Columbus, GA.Yassie's dulcet tones have captivated new listeners everywhere. Her success led to more than twenty performances in the summer of 2023, including singing the national anthem for the Memphis Grizzlies' G League team, The Memphis Hustle, and earning multiple awards and nominations, solidifying her status as a pop music sensation. 

The anticipated release of "Sticky" and the forthcoming album "Reflections" mark Yassie's further expansion into musical creativity. Her artistic voyage transcends musical limits, placing her creative evolution in the spotlight. Her single "Vibe With Me" gained recognition by featuring in several films on Tubi and Peacock throughout 2023-2024. Looking ahead to 2025, Yassie aims to showcase her versatility by venturing into acting.

Yassie is also preparing for the eagerly awaited release of her second single, 'Trippin,' from her album 'Reflection,' which is scheduled for release on September 28th. This coincides with her interview on 'Perspectives with Alana McLaughlin,' set to air on the Fox 17 WZTV network, as well as on My30 and The CW Nashville. To stay updated on all her latest activities, be sure to follow her on Instagram at @Yassie_Official.

[newmusicweekly]

KILT-FM/Houston Adds ''Sounds Like Texas With Zakk United''

Audacy launches a new local show starring Zakk United (Wills) on KILT-FM (100.3 The Bull) in Houston. "Sounds Like Texas With Zakk United" will air weekly on Sundays from 6-8pm CT, beginning August 11. With over a decade of experience, Wills has made a significant impact on listeners across Texas. As President of Content and Programming for TXCN, Wills helps to give the biggest and brightest content creators a one-of-a-kind space to build a community that tells the stories of Texas through music and culture. "100.3 The Bull is proud to champion local culture and musicians with 'Sounds Like Texas With Zakk United,'" said Audacy Houston Vice President of Programming Melissa Chase. "Zakk is a fifth-generation Texan and the president of content and programming for the Texas Country Network (TXCN), the official broadcast partner of the Texas Country Music Association. We are certain that his authenticity, expertise and top-tier talent will curate a compelling Sunday show for our listeners." "The integration of TXCN with Audacy is beyond Texas-sized. This collaboration ensures excellent content and the perfect platform for Texas artists to showcase our music scene to the world," commented Wills. "Returning to 100.3 The Bull is more than a homecoming-it's an honor, a pleasure and a privilege to be back on this legendary signal, the best Country radio station in America with some of the greatest broadcasters. Read the full article

[arosebyanyothername2016]

From the Window outside the 18th (chai) hole.

Our mother liked this song -100.3 FM out of North Palm Beach. “It seems we stood and talked like this before.We looked at each other in the same way then.But we can’t remember where or when.” So as we looked out the window toward the orchid tree we heard a little birdie chirping a tune. We recognized the song and called the bird Sophie Sunshine.In a sounds of silence fashion we feel grateful to…

[tabithaxking]

The redhead who strolled in had an aura that Tabitha couldn't really place, it seemed somewhat familiar. This town was small enough that maybe they'd run into each other once or twice and the blonde didn't really notice. "Dead as a doornail," she leans off the counter, straightening to her full height. She didn't mind so much when it was quiet, but it did make the shift feel way longer than usual.

"Got it," she jotted down the order, the rip of the paper being torn off the pad the only sound above the low level 100.3 Pirate radio that played over the speakers. "You take milk in that coffee?"

After popping the order through with a ring of the bell and shouting 'Order up!' so the cooks who were definitely smoking out the back could hear, she returned to the counter, eyes dropping to her book. "Mm," she contemplated. "It's a bit slow to start, but I think it'll ramp up eventually." Thats how horror books generally went. "It's an Edgar Allan Poe retelling," she said. "Everything's a retelling these days."

( @vanessagable )

"Hey, kinda dead around here, huh?" Van muses as she steps in, taking her sunglasses to perch them on her head as she approaches the counter, decked in her workout clothes that accompanied her daily morning run along the shoreline.

"Just an order of banana pancakes to-go and a coffee and I'll be out of your hair," she says brightly, always a little more optimistic about the world after she'd gotten her miles in.

"Whatcha reading? Anything worthwhile?" she questioned, tilting her head at the cover.

@tabithaxking

[chuck-e-cheese-anime-faces]

100.3 the sound just died yo

I was eating a pizza, Andy chandler said like "This is KSWD FM, The Sound, This has been KSWD The Sound. This stream will self destruct in 3, 2, *click*." And then like 30 secs of complete silence before stream and ad for "K-LOVE" the replacement station came on

Remains of possibly very last cheese pizza slice ever eaten by anyone while listening to 100.3 the sound. Damn God bye