#Bazooka Speaker

[firemenenthusiast]

—“till death do us apart”

farleigh start x fem! reader

summary: sometimes even fate can be altered

warnings: angst. read at your own risk. plot twist. grammar of a non native english speaker

a/n: am i in my angst era ? also this is for mon cheri @farleighlover 😋 revenge for writing ‘numbingly obsessed’. this fic idea was like a bazooka shooting into my face i had to write it down

“What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine. Nothing could keep us apart. You'd be the one I was meant to find”

the way the sun was shining brightly outside his window, soft amber glare richoceting off the balcony of his apartment told him that the even the universe was looking down upon them, blessing the entire day.-

it was cloudy, the sky hanging puffs of fluffy white, but not the type of cloudy that makes everyone moody, no. it was just nice, he thought, as he adjusted the gleaming links on his cuffs, black ribboned tux sitting perfectly on his broad shoulders. cocking his head slightly to the side, his tight dark brown curls bouncing out of his face making him shudder in anticipation. or was it nerves ? he couldnt really tell, too many staggering emotions filling into his head, fighting each other for a place behind those eyes. taking a last deep breath, he adjusted himself in the mirror before turning towards the door, pair of leather shoes carrying him away.

it’s been five years since your class graduated from oxford, or should you call it your alma mater now. it was probably the greatest day ever, being finally done with excruciatingly painful days of all nighters, pushing through everything else just to chase after submission dates. as much as you’re glad that it’s all over, the collection of memories with people there wrapping you like a fuzzy blanket. the only thing making oxford the best phase of your life is the people there. your friends, your dormmates, your classmates, felix, oliver, farleigh.

and farleigh.

everything was better because you got farleigh. he was always there for you, supporting you, making you feel like the luckiest person in the world that out of all the girls in oxford that he could easily get with, he chose you. and you chose him. i mean, it wouldn’t really be anything between the two of you if you didn’t give him a chance. as much as you liked him before the start of your relationship, you weren’t gonna let him in that easily. just thinking about how much you made him suffer to win you over made you let out a soft chuckle. you’d throw the bouquet of fresh flowers he’d left on your designated seat in class immediately after seeing them and god, was that humiliating for him. one thing farleigh absolutely couldn’t stand was being humiliated, or rejected. but he pushed through, he refused to give up because he liked you so much. he’s willing to fight through everything if it meant that you’d just give him a chance. he suprised himself with how much he was doing just to make you accept him, cuz he swore he would never be down so bad just for a girl. but for you, all that pride and need to maintain his reputation just got thrown out the window.

you and farleigh, it was like the two of you were made for each other, maybe it was your fault for not seeing that sooner but your relationship with him was everything to you after you gave in and give him a chance. it was like red blood, pumping oxygen to every part of your existence, he was like air to you. farleigh made you happy, made you feel all giddy whenever he’d wait outside of your class for you to finish so the two of you could grab lunch together, he was your yellow, your rock. at times you could feel your heart grow even fonder of him, slowly falling head over heels. his bright pearly smile fuelled your entire being, you catch yourself secretly grinning whenever you’d think of him. he was very charming, though sometimes so annoying and bratty. you didn’t care, if anything he was your annoying brat. whenever the two of you would spend the whole day wrapped in each other’s arms, you’d let out the biggest sigh of contentment after getting back to your dorm. farleigh protected you, shielding you from anything that was gonna hurt you, from physical dangers to the emotional ones when you’d struggle with your mental health. he knew everything about you, he knew the tricks and tweaks of winning over your heart. he was your guardian angel.

you’d also noticed how beautiful of a day it was outside, and you were thanking the universe for granting the both of you a chance for this day to be as beautiful as it could be. it was everything you’ve ever dreamed of, and it was exactly like how you’d imagine and daydreamed about it to be since you were a little girl. from the gorgeous white gown draped down your figure to the personally hand arranged bouquet of flower that you were gonna carry down the aisle. it was perfect, and so is the fact that you were gonna marry the love of your life. you couldn’t be more excited, scared and nervous. everyone had told you that it’s normal to be nervous, it’s probably the biggest moment in your life and you couldn’t risk it being even slightly ruined. everything had to be perfect, and they actually were. getting ready in the dressing room, you paced around to get your mind off things that you were overthinking about. what if you stumbled and ripped your gown ? what if you puked in the middle of the walk because you were too nervous ? in that moment you just wanted to tell your bridesmaid to go get your fiancé. you knew he could calm you down easily, he always did. little did you know that he was also taking deep breaths to cool himself down in another room.

the sleek black tux hugging farleigh nicely around his torso and his bust. the sleeves, perfectly tailored and not a single inch longer than it should be. he looked dashing, handsome even. but when is it that he doesn’t? stepping onto the venue, his chin tilted upwards, feasting his eyes upon the beautifully decorated hall. a small smile crept itself across his lips. it was just like how you always told him how you would like the place to look like when you get married. farleigh had always kept a mental note on the details, from the choice of flowers standing tall along the aisle, to the soft hue of innocent yellow dimly lighting up the whole place. you always had a vision when it comes to your wedding day, and he would listen to you talk about it, nodding away and even adding his own points on how he wanted his wedding to be. he had immaculate taste too, of course. chirping in to give you suggestions after suggestions just to make sure the vision of his and your wedding day was perfect. he didn’t really care, the only vivid thing he could imagine was the image of you standing in front of him, looking as pretty as always, smiling up at him as he vowed to take you as his lawfully wedded wife. it was innocent how the two of you would dream about this day.

guests were starting to fill up the venue, settling themselves down on their designated seats as few of them were seen chatting up with each other, smiles decorating their faces. both your families were moving around efficiently, making sure that everything was in order for the ceremony to move smoothly, while you waited in the dressing room, carefully adjusting and making sure that your make up and hair were put together flawlessly. “you nervous?” you heard venetia speak, as you turn your head towards her, smiling. your eyes trailed along the beautifully sewn hem of your gown. “of course i am, i would be lying if i said im not” letting out a soft sigh, your eyes glanced towards her. “how’s farleigh ?” you asked her, before she took both your hands in hers, firmly grabbing onto the palms as she cocked her head to the side, beaming at you. “he’ll be alright” she responded, shortly. “you ready ?” to which you nodded, offering her a quick smile.

the walk from the dressing room to the hall felt like forever, as steps after steps burned memories into your head, everything felt so surreal yet too real at the same time. as you carefully line your walk in the heels with the tail of your gown making it a sport, you began to notice familiar faces sitting at the back row, already beaming at you with their hands cupped against their chests. you offered them a warm smile, desperately using it to hide the all new emotions you were currently feeling. you were now already standing at the end of the aisle, in the middle of everyone, as all eyes were set on you. you tried your best to flash the prettiest smile, like you had practiced for only like since forever. farleigh’s eyes immediately set themselves on you, his eyebrows dropped as his dark orbs began to gloss, a small breath got caught in his throat as it seemed like he had forgotten how to breathe. he was getting lightheaded with how similar you looked with the vision he had of you being his bride. just when he thought you couldn’t get anymore beautiful, you began to walk down with the white veil over your head, fresh flowers neatly grasped in your hands. you looked pure, breathtakingly beautiful in white. it was almost like the angels had lent you their beauty for that exact moment, for you to wear as you slowly step towards the altar.

your eyes met farleigh’s, a knowing look being exchanged between the two of you. you almost laughed at how touched he looked, he would be caught dead first before this to even show that he had deep emotions for someone but for you, he didn’t care. anything for you. all the nervousness suddenly disappeared as you carefully step onto the elevated platform at the end of your slow walk, joining your fiancé before facing each other, huge smile plastered across your faces. all of that ruckus and chaos before your wedding day has led to this moment, as you take it all in that it was finally happening.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the love of these two as they come together in marriage.” the officiant started right as the two of you were ready. after exchanging rings, he started his vows first, which almost made you cry but happiness flooded through the feeling.

“…I promise to cherish you always, to honor and sustain you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to you in all things until death alone shall part us.” as you finish your vow, you could feel your feet starting to perform little jumps of excitement. turning your head towards the officiant, he could see that you were already getting impatient. smiling to himself, he looked over to the crowd before saying the magic words

“By the power vested in me by the state, I now pronounce you husband and wife !” you almost squeak before leaning over to kiss your now husband, gently pressing your lips over his soft ones, your cold fingers cupping his cheeks as a roar of applause filled the hall. the crowd stood up to cheer, bright smiles complimenting the decorations in the hall.

it was exactly like you imagined, except this time it wasn’t farleigh that you were kissing.

as farleigh clapped for the both of you from his seat, he couldn’t help the proud smile pushing itself to form on his lips, as his eyes begin to water. he immediately reached up to wipe them off quickly, yet obvious tint of red could still be seen if one were to examine his face closely. but he wasn’t worried of that happening, because he wasn’t the main subject of today’s ceremony, no. he was just happy to be here, cheering for you and your husband. he would be lying if he didn’t think about how it would be if it was him instead on the altar, kissing you away from all the doubts that he had put you through over the last few years of your relationship. he knew that you and him, the two of you were supposed to be endgame. it was supposed to be him, slipping the ring onto your finger, before kissing over them. he knew all that, yet nothing could win over a fight with his own issues, nothing could beat his own mind in a game called love. he wanted to give up on love long ago but you showed him the bright end of the tunnel, and he will always be grateful for that. for now, he would have to make peace with the fact that you’re no longer his, and he no longer has a place in your heart. it’s not like he doesn’t want all of this, he really does. hell, he had thought about this exact day countless times when you were his, just that he imagined it to be him who will get to say his vows on how he was gonna love you till death do the both of you apart. everything else was pretty much just how he had imagined it to be, especially how beautiful you looked.

the two of you had promised that the relationship had to end with marriage, and that after graduation nothing was gonna change. but promises are meant to broken aren’t they ? he changed, a lot. you did too. farleigh struggled with himself after graduation, with the fact that he didn’t have anything left in the uk, him being done with oxford left him no reason to keep staying with the cattons. he didn’t want to leave, he begged for sir james to keep letting him stay, saying that he would do anything with the best he had, building a career over the estates in saltburn, anything. anything just for him to able to stay here, with you. he was afraid that if he left, everything will be different and he’d lose you. so he worked, really hard. struggling to make his own money to put them into his own little apartment. little did he know, he lost himself in the process, along with what he had with you. warm embraces and chuckles after laughters turned into hurtful arguments. your usual warm spot on his bed turned cold, as your dent on his mattress slowly disappeared. it’s not like you didn’t fight for him, you truly did. but you realised that what the two of you had, was only nice while it lasted. and you struggled to make peace with that, but not as much as he was. you were everything to him, and losing you just meant losing himself.

when you told him that you were getting married, he looked really happy, as he pulled you in a tight hug. it felt safe, and you could feel that he was genuinely happy for you. you’re glad that after all, you were still able to be close with him, only now as friends. he was happy to receive the wedding invitation, having set it up on his empty kitchen table so he wouldn’t miss it for the world. he still loved you, so much as he wouldn’t want to miss watching you on your happiest day, even if it wasn’t because of him. even if it wasn’t with him. seeing you happy was enough for him. knowing that you were happy, he forced himself to accept that fate couldn’t be rewritten. how he wished it is, because then he would get to write your name in his stars again and again, and again. as many times as he could as long as in the end, you’d end up in his arms.

as the getaway car began to roll its wheels, he looked at you flashing the prettiest smile ever, waving at him. he returned the smile, masking in the reasoned melancholy down his chest. the car started to drive away slowly before his smile slowly pressed itself away against his lips. it has now turned to a smile knowing that he once had you, and he would forever cherish that. the crowd began to dissipate, some gradually walking away to leave, some getting back inside to continue their chats, some even talking about how gorgeous of a wedding it was, and that they were happy for you and your husband. farleigh stepped down the stairs to a gravely ground, his leather shoes digging into the coarse pebbles as he leaned back onto the stone post at the end of the stairs, his hand reaching into the pocket of his slacks. noticing someone approaching his spot, he glanced to the person to see felix, his hands tucked into his pockets before he reached out, asking for a stick from farleigh. he lit the cigarette in his fingers before reaching over, cupping his hand over the flame to lit felix’s.

puffing his first drag, farleigh chuckled at felix at the situation. “how you holding up ?” he heard felix ask, his light brown hair flipping over as the soft wind grazed their skin. farleigh tilted his head down, quietly playing with the pebbles with the tip of his shoes with a burning cigarette dancing between his fingers. “i’m gonna be okay” nodding, he assured felix. “that’s good” he chirped back, he knew how bad farleigh was hurting, but he also knew that his cousin would be caught dead first before showing deep emotions to anyone. felix were also sure that the two of you were really gonna end up together. it was only right to him. he wasn’t sure about what happened, but he could feel how bad the pain was violently ripping farleigh apart. he could only pray that it gets easier, as he didn’t want to lose him too.

“i know you loved her mate” felix started

“i still do” farleigh responded, his head hanging low

“-just differently now”

shaking the burned bits of the cigarette from his fingers, ashes falling down onto the ground as they both sat in silence, quietly enjoying the gentle breeze of the wind, blowing away all of farleigh’s hope for you.

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[breakonthroough]

Something interesting about Rocinante (part 2).

I continue the idea that Rocinante was left-handed, and why am I even talking about all this? (look, look, he also throws a grenade with his left hand).

So.

While drinking, holds a bottle and a speaker of Den-den mushi. Left hand again.

But, most importantly, he shoots from a bazooka and even from a pistol (in the scene with the theft of the Op-Op fruit) with his left hand. Isn't this significant?

As we remember, after the incident with the theft of the fruit, Rocinante is seriously injured. And in the anime they show this separately, unlike in the manga, but his left arm is shot. After being wounded, he practically doesn’t use it anymore.

Now he leans on his right hand, also lights a cigarette with the other hand (although there is a difference between the manga and the anime, this can be seen in the screenshot).

Well, he eventually points the gun at Doflamingo with his right hand. I think this may mean, among other things, that Rocinante did not even think about shooting at his brother, because the likelihood of an accurate hit would have been initially reduced, since the non-dominant hand was used.

These are the facts.

So what was all this investigation for?

It seems to me that Oda deliberately made him left-handed in order, firstly, to maximally emphasize his difference from his older brother in everything, and, secondly, with the symbolism inherent in the author, to reveal his character a little more.

Details! Details are everything.

What do we even know about left-handers, especially about left-handed men, of whom there are more percentages than women?

That among them there is a fairly large percentage of people with speech disorders and depression, that among left-handers there are many creative and artistically gifted individuals, while their character is often softer and more vulnerable than right-handers. Sounds familiar, doesn't it?

And in various languages ​​(English “sinistral”, French “gauche”, German “linkisch”, etc.) the word “left-handed” has analogues that emphasize the awkwardness, unhappiness, failure and clumsiness of a person with a leading left hand.

Of course, it has nothing to do with reality, but it fits perfectly into the characteristics of our character, whom we all love so much.

I hope you found it interesting, thank you for your attention. Please respect copyright.

Thank you.

Russian translation below 👇

Продолжаю мысль о том, что Росинант был левшой, и к чему я вообще всё это (смотрите, смотрите, гранату он тоже левой рукой бросает).

Итак.

Держит бутылку и динамик дэн-дэн муши. Снова левая рука.

Ну, и, что самое главное, стреляет из базуки и даже из пистолета (в сцене с похищением фрукта Опе-Опе) он тоже с левой. Это ли не показательно!

Как мы помним, после инцидента с похищением фрукта, Росинанта серьезно ранят. И в аниме это отдельно показывают, в отличие от манги, но у него прострелена левая рука. После ранения он ей уже практически не пользуется.

Теперь он опирается на правую руку, прикуривает тоже с другой руки (хотя тут есть отличие манги от аниме, на скриншоте это видно).

Ну и наставляет пистолет на Дофламинго он, в итоге, уже правой рукой. Думаю, это может означать, в том числе, и то, что Росинант даже и не думал в стрелять, в брата, потому что вероятность точного попадания была бы изначально снижена, потому как используется не ведущая рука.

Такие вот факты.

Ну и к чему было все это расследование?

Мне кажется, Ода специально сделал его леворуким, чтобы, во-первых, максимально подчеркнуть его отличность от старшего брата во всём, а, во-вторых, с присущим автору символизмом, ещё немного раскрыть его характер. Детали! Детали решают все.

Что мы вообще знаем о левшах, особенно о левшах мужчинах, коих в процентном соотношении больше, чем женщин?

Что среди них довольно большой процент людей с расстройствами речи и депрессиями, что среди левшей встречается много творческих и одаренных артистически личностей, при этом их характер, зачастую, более мягкий и ранимый, по сравнению с правшами. Звучит знакомо, не правда ли?

А ещё в различных языках (англ. "sinistral", франц. "gauche", нем. "linkisch" и др.) слово "левша" имеет аналоги, подчёркивающие неловкость, несчастливость, неудачливость и неуклюжесть человека с ведущей левой рукой, что, разумеется, не имеет ничего общего с реальностью, однако отлично вписывается в характеристики нашего персонажа, которого мы все так любим 💖

[there-isnofate-but-whatwemake]

DW Companion Bracket - Round 1

Pick your favourite of these, and remember, the top two from this poll go into the bracket, not just the winner!

[solovivopaz]

Kitamura Biography

Name: Kitamura

Species: humanoid sea urchin

Gender: Women

Role in the Band: Drummer

Appearance:

Splatoon 2:

Head: Its head resembles the entire body of a sea urchin. It has soft, short quills, giving it a distinctive and adorable appearance.

Outfit: She wears a black dress with a gold tie, matching the other members of Ink Theory. This outfit highlights her position in the band and her unique style.

Facial features: His only visible facial features are his eyes, which have white pupils and white outlines with short eyelashes, giving him an innocent and striking expression.

Accessories: She wears pink ribbons on her head, but in Valentine's Day art, she is seen wearing black ribbons with gray polka dots, showing her versatility in fashion.

Splatoon 3:

Outfit: She wears a long black dress with metal spikes at the end, which gives her a more punk and modern touch. On top, she wears a translucent white shawl with ruffles, adding a delicate and elegant contrast.

Accessories: Its ribbons have been replaced by an ornate green flower with purple leaves, along with a cluster of lime green beads, possibly inspired by the "sea grape" species of algae (Caulerpa lentillifera or Caulerpa racemosa). This change reflects his evolution and maturity in style.

Personality and Traits:

Band Mascot: Kitamura acts as Ink Theory's mascot, making her an adorable and beloved symbol among fans.

Acute voice: His high-pitched voice is distinctive and gives him a charming and memorable character.

Fashion Follower: She regularly follows new fashion trends, which always keeps her at the forefront of style.

Independent but Responsible: She lives alone, which shows her independence, but she pays close attention to her curfew, showing her responsibility and discipline.

Vibrant Energy: Her vibrant energy and adorable demeanor make her a standout both on and off stage.

History:

Splatoon 2: He first appears as the drummer for Ink Theory. Her role in the band and her unique appearance quickly make her stand out among fans.

Splatoon 3: He joins a new band called Yoko & the Gold Bazookas, where he continues to demonstrate his talent and energy.

Relations:

With the band: As the band's mascot, Kitamura has a close relationship with the other members of Ink Theory and Yoko & the Gold Bazookas. Her energy and dedication make her loved by her colleagues.

With the Fans: Her adorable style and fashion following make her very popular among fans, who see her as an icon of style and talent.

Curiosities:

Fashion: Her attention to fashion is not only reflected in her clothing, but also in how she changes her accessories and details of her appearance to suit different occasions and trends.

Musical talent: Despite her adorable appearance, Kitamura is a talented and dedicated drummer, able to maintain the rhythm and energy of the band's performances.

Kitamura is a multifaceted character who combines his love of fashion, adorable looks, and impressive musical talent to create an unforgettable presence in the Splatoon universe. Her evolution in style and her role in bands demonstrate her growth and adaptation, always keeping her relevant and loved by her followers.

(On this occasion I have never drawn Kitamura but I hope to bring him one, I also hope you have enjoyed reading my biography, as I said; I'm not much of an English speaker so maybe the translation is wrong).

[malarkgirlypop]

MEDIC! Part 23 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

HEHEHE love you all!

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @next-autopsy, @panzershrike-pretz, @xxluckystrike, @bucky32557038ww2 (let me know if you want to be tagged.)

Since we were moving off the line I started helping George with the stock. No one would be needing any medical care so I was a free hand. I unpacked the shelves with the new items we had gotten from the previous drop, rations, clothes, ammo, everything we needed to survive. I was helping George with the ration packs, they gave us a whole bunch of food but we needed to sort it into separate bags to give to the men to take with them. I pulled a heavy box off of the top shelf, sliding it to the front.  

“George.” I heard a call from behind me as one of the soldiers waltzed into the room. “We need you to come blow this thing up.” The man said. 

“Alright, I’ll be there. Em, I’m going to blow shit up, you gonna be alright here?” He asked, picking up the bazooka and slinging it over his shoulder.

“I’ll be fine!” I called over my shoulder, I heard his footsteps retreat out of the room. Now I was alone, milling around and sorting the items. It was so boring. A tedious task. Normally it wasn’t so bad. George helped and we chatted, then the other soldiers came in to visit as well, keeping me distracted as I worked. But now it was silent. If only I had some music to listen to that always made cleaning and chores so much more fun. Music! I had my phone and earbuds. No one was here and hopefully they still had some battery left. It wouldn’t hurt and I would get the job done faster I’m sure. I grabbed my bag from the corner of the room, rummaging through it. I pulled out my phone and earbuds that I had stashed deep down the bottom so no one could find them, along with everything else I had in my pockets the day I arrived. I powered on my phone, it worked. God I hadn’t been on it in months, which was weird to think about, it’s a normal accessory in my own time. 60% that’s pretty good, and my earbuds were still alive too. I was ecstatic. I placed one in my ear, I should only have one in incase someone comes in or there is a bomb strike. Wouldn’t want to miss that. I heard it chime on and connect. I opened spotify, since all the songs I wanted to listen to were downloaded I didn’t need to worry about having service or data. I scrolled through my curated playlists. I stopped on the GUTS album. This is perfect! I played it from the start. 

It was fine at the start, since I was alone I quietly hummed along to the song. If anyone walked in they would just assume I had a song stuck in my head. I sorted the rations while listening. Bopping my head the beat. I sang along with the words as I worked. Dancing to the faster songs as I went. I had memorised all of the songs when the album first came out, so I still remembered them all. 

“I’m a perfect all-american bitch, with perfect all-american lips and perfect all-american hips.” I swayed around the room, singing only a bit louder. No one could hear me. 

I packed the rations, working fast. Having dance breaks when a good song came on. I forgot where I was. I sang into my hand like a microphone, bouncing around the room. I didn’t realise it but I got significantly louder in my singing. Having the headphone on full volume so I could hear it over my own voice. I pretended I was performing on stage as I jumped around singing. I took a quick glance over my shoulder around the room, no one was there good. 

Then ‘Vampire’ came on. I stood in place singing into my hand. My voice echoed around the room as I belted it out. 

“Blood-sucker, fame fucker, bleeding me dry like a goddamn vampire.” I sang loudly.

By this time I completely disregarded my task at hand, making it counterproductive. I didn’t care, liking the normalcy I had forgotten. I had missed this. Jumping around my apartment with my speakers on full singing as loud as I could. I puffed as the song finished, I pretended to receive applause from the fake audience in front of me, bowing deeply. 

The song ‘Logical’ came on. I gasped, “I love this song!” I squealed, waiting for the lyrics to start. 

I belted the song at the top of my lungs forgetting where I was and what I was doing. In that moment I was putting my heart and soul into the song. The lyrics somehow all related to the anger I had pent up about Don and I’s fight. Come for me like a saviour, Don had done that, he had made me think that he cared. When he clearly didn’t. I put myself through hell for him, just for him to tell me I was an obligation. God I was so mad, at him, at myself. I had fallen for him so hard, with such high hopes he felt the same. It crushed me to know he didn’t. So maybe I do go home after all of this, if anything was going to stop me going, it was him. But if he doesn’t want me, I’d be better off leaving. I poured my emotions into the song as I sang. It was relieving, I forgot how much music helped me when I was stressed, being able to get in my car and sing my heart out with the windows down without a care in the world. For some reason the song just hit the spot and my pain was now being shouted into the air as I sang. 

“AND ALL THE THINGS YOU DID TO ME. YOU LIED, YOU LIED, YOU LIED, OHHHH.” I was pretty proud I was hitting all of the notes. I could sing, I was in the choir at school but I was never very talented. It’s not amazing just being able to hold a tune. My voice wasn’t unique or different, but it still could belt out my favourite songs in a way that wouldn’t hurt the ear. 

Another fast paced song came on after the other one had finished. I bopped my head, dancing around the room like a crazy person. Almost bumping into multiple things around the room as I had my eyes closed as I danced. I changed my playlist to the one I most often played in the car, hitting shuffle. The song ‘Push up’, by the freestylers. It was one of the songs my mum always used to play in the car when we were driving. I was little but still sang along with her. When I got older I actually listened to the lyrics, I was horrified I was singing it in front of my mum who also belted it out in the car. Now I play it when I want a good time. Mum had good music taste. I don't know what dance moves I was doing, my body just moved to the beat. I did that one move where I moved my chest up and down pretending it was being pulled by my hand. Shaking my ass like the song said. I breathlessly sang and danced, a bright smile on my face.

“PUSH UP, YOUR BODY, YOUR BODY NEXT TO MINE, I GOTTA MAKE THAT SEXY BOOTY MINE, AND SHAKE IT, BABY, SHAKE THAT ASS, I LOVE IT WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE GETTING NASTY!” I panted as I moved, forgetting how tiring dancing was. I spun in a circle, a group of men watched me, I finished my turn, facing the way I was originally. A group of men watching me? I looked over my shoulder, surely I had just imagined it. Nope they were there, a group of Easy men looking thoroughly entertained. I turned away from them cringing, how much did they see. I quickly slipped the headphone out of my ear and pocketed it. I slowly turned around to face the men. As I did so they started clapping, they all grinned from ear to ear. There in front of me stood Lieb, Babe, Grant, Web, and George. 

“How long have you been standing there?” I asked, hoping they had just arrived. 

“We had come when you were singing that song about lying.” George grinned. “It went like you lied, you lied.” He sang. That was like three songs ago. 

“But we heard someone singing so we all came to see who it was. Turned out to be you.” Babe chuckled. I didn’t think they could hear me, but I guess I was singing loudly. 

“My favourite song was that last one.” Lieb smirked, of course he liked that one the prick. The image of me shaking my ass came into my head, they had all seen it. 

“What was that move that you were doing?” Grant asked, putting his hands on his knees and shaking his butt left to right. 

“Should I teach it to you?” I joked, trying to not sink into the floor from embarrassment. They all nodded laughing, “Wait, really?” I asked. 

“Yeah I want to dance like that, it looked different. I don’t think I have seen any of the moves you just did.” George grinned at me. “What’s it called? The move?” He asked. 

“Twerking.” I laughed as the men looked at me puzzled, they tried out the name themselves, a mutter of the word “twerking” filled the room. I laughed at them. 

I gathered the men in front of me, they shook their arms and legs loose like they were going to run a race. I laughed at them, they were so eager to learn, who was I to say no. 

“Ok, stand with your feet shoulder width apart, and then lean forward putting your hands on your knees.” I was trying to keep my composure, why did they all look so serious. Their concentrating faces on, they followed my instruction. They looked like they were trying to catch their breath after running. “Ok now you just move your pelvis up and down.” They all tried, looking like cats about to throw up. I cracked up watching the five men try their hardest. 

“I can’t do it. What is it supposed to look like again?” Grant asked, standing up straight scratching his head. I got into the same pose as them, moving my pelvis up and down in a smooth motion. They all looked very impressed. 

“I can’t do that.” Babe groaned. I laughed at his pouting face. 

“Arch your back and then relax it.” I did the motion again for them. This is one of the weirdest things I think I have ever done. Not in my wildest dreams would I imagine teaching five WW2 soldiers how to twerk. 

I watched the rest of the men trying, all doing very odd interpretations of the dance move. George just bent and unbent his leg, bobbing up and down. Grant leant forward but moved his butt from left to right like a dog wagging its tail. Babe hunched his shoulders up and down like he was excessively shrugging. Lieb was impressively very good at it, “Ok Lieb!” I pretended to make it rain dollar bills over him. I looked over to Webster who just looked entirely lost, like a weird caterpillar his whole body moved. “Oh Web.” I laughed at the man, he just stared at me with his blue eyes. 

“Here, when I do it only my butt moves, everything else stays in place.” I said turning around to show him, he stepped closer and really focussed in on the move. Trying it again, he still didn’t get it. 

“Look here.” I placed his hand on my lower back, as did the move, “See my back stays still.” 

“What is going on?” I heard from the doorway, looking over to see Don watching us. His eyes set on Web and I. He looked pissed. “Web mind taking your hand off her ass.” My eyes widened, of course he was pissed. The position Web and I were in didn’t look very good. Me bent over in front of him with my butt out and him with his hand on my lower back. I stood up, stepping away from the man. The other Easy men in the room looked uncomfortable as well. Don glared at Web and I. 

“I was just teaching them a dance move.” I tried to explain. He huffed, turning on his heel and marching out of the room. The men watched me gauging my reaction. I was so mad. 

“Shut up!” I snarled, the men looked offended, they hadn’t said anything but I could feel it. The looks they were giving me said it all, they didn’t need to say anything. They looked uncomfortable, like walking in on a lovers quarrel. I followed after Don, letting my anger get the better of me. I caught up to him on the street. 

“Stop acting like you care!” I yelled at him. He turned to face me. “What? You want to push me away and then get mad at me for talking to someone else. You don’t get to do that! Stop fucking with my head!” I shouted at him. I panted from my rage that raced through my body, how dare he say he doesn’t care and then act like this, it was making my head spin. 

He stomped towards me, grabbing me by the arm. He dragged me into one of the houses. “Let go! Let go of me!” I tried to pull out of his grip but he was stronger than me. He shut the door behind him, I wrenched free of his grasp. I tried to move past him and leave, but he blocked the door. “What do you want from me? I don’t have the cash for the hours you babysat me, sorry!” I spat angrily. 

“Stop it!” He growled. “Stop acting like this!” 

I scoffed astonished, “Are you kidding! All I wanted was to check on you. You were avoiding me, I wanted to check if you were ok? I know you’re hurting too! Those boys meant so much to you! I just wanted to care for you how you did for me. It goes both ways! You’re allowed to hurt!” I told him, his face dark, I could see the pain etched into his features. 

“It’s fine, you don’t care for me the way I do you. But I still care about you, even though you hurt me so much. I can’t turn them off. If you can’t talk to me about it, that's fine, but at least talk to someone!” His features softened.

“I do care for you! Of course I do! It’s just been so much! I can’t process it, I’m so busy, I feel like I have the weight of these men on my shoulders, they have expectations of me, I feel responsible for them. If they get hurt it’s my fault!” He rambles on, it all floods out of his mouth, like opening a dam. 

“I don’t have time to think about Skip and Alex or Buck or Bill! I knew I would if I talked to you, I knew if I just spoke to you for a second that it would all come out.” He takes a breath as he spills the truth. 

“So I avoided you. I’m sorry Em.” He scrubs his hand over his face, sighing. 

“I didn’t mean what I said the other day either. I’m so sorry I hurt you. It killed me to see you so upset, and that I was the one who did that.” I listened to him, it hurt me to see the agony on his face. He walks forward standing closer to me. 

“You are not an obligation! You never have been, ever! ” He says, taking my face in his hands, lifting my head to look into his eyes. “I choose you! I will always choose you.” He pauses looking deeply into my eyes. My hands reach up holding onto his arms that still cup my face. 

“I love you.” I uttered softly, it was barely audible to my own ears, but he heard me. 

It happened so quickly, I couldn’t even process what had happened. Don kissed me. His lips found mine. He kissed me so deeply with so much desire. It was like gasping for air after coming up from the water. I didn’t know how much I needed him, wanted him. His mouth moved against mine, hungrily tasting me. I kissed him back with the same intensity. Enjoying the way his lips felt on mine, like we were made for each other. My stomach clenched, the butterflies swirling around inside. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him flush with me. His hands moved to my back and held me tightly. I opened my mouth as he deepened the kiss, his tongue finding mine. I tangled my fingers through the hair that peaked out from under his beanie at the base of his neck. It was like I was addicted, I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him. The taste of his lips on mine, his familiar scent that filled my senses, his hands that roamed around my body, the sound of him moaning into my mouth as we kissed. He pulled back, I whimpered, needing his mouth back on mine. 

“I love you.” Don smiled down at me, my heart swelled, I grinned at him. He placed another gentle kiss on my lips, letting it linger before pulling away.   

“Do you forgive me?” He asked. 

“Hmmm? I don’t know, I think maybe if you kissed me again, I could potentially forgive you.” He laughed, placing a kiss on my lips. 

“How about now?” He smirked. 

“Maybe another one?” I said playfully. He leant forward placing kisses all over my face in quick succession. I giggled as he assaulted me with his lips. He placed the last one on my lips, so gentle and sweet I could melt.

“What the hell were you teaching the guys when I walked in?” He asked, his eyebrow quirked. I flushed, burying my face in his jacket. 

“Nothing.” I mumbled into his clothes. His hand found my chin, tilting it up to look him in the eyes. “I was teaching them a dance they caught me doing.” I said giggling, thinking back to all of their weird moves they had done while I was teaching them. 

“What was the dance?” I smiled and laughed. He looked confused at why it was so funny. 

“I’ll show you another time.” I gave him a wink, he looked at me curiously. “Don, it’s not your fault if those men get hurt. You know that?” I asked, the conversation turning more serious. I took his face into my hands, my thumbs brushing along his skin gently. “I understand carrying all that responsibility, trust me. And I know it’s easier said than done as well. But we can’t let their deaths haunt us forever, all we did was try our best.” He nodded, still wrapped in each other's arms. I pulled him in, hugging him tightly. “We can have a break hopefully, since we are being moved off the line.” I smiled, thinking about how the men didn’t have patrol tonight and that we were leaving tomorrow. It was so exciting. 

The door to the house swung open, Don and I jumped apart in fright. George, who was peeking his head in the door, wryly grinned. “Sorry to interrupt you two, but grubs up.” We smiled at the cheeky man. Following him. Don and I kept sharing glances, our faces flushing pink. Thinking back to the moment we had shared. I kept giggling happily, feeling ecstatic. 

We made our way into the basement, the rest of 2nd platoon already there. I spotted Lieb who watched us enter. I came in first smiling, with a shy looking Malarkey in tow. His eyebrows raised as he smirked at me. I walked over to him. “Ah, I wondered where you disappeared too.” He teased me. 

“Shut up.” I laughed, bumping into him.

“Are you going to sing us a song?” Babe asked, his mouth full of food. 

“No, I am not!” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. 

“Or what about some more dance moves?” Grant teased. I picked up a cloth that laid on the table in front of me hurling it at the man, smacking him in the face as we all laughed. I walked over to where the cloth landed, bending down to pick it up. 

“Ow!” I cried holding my back, pain evident on my face. I looked up to see all of the men looking at me worried and concerned. I slid my hand from my back, my hands on my knees. 

“EHHH!” I said as I shook my ass laughing. The men’s faces changed from worried, to confused, to amused. “Got you suckers!” I said standing up, Grant shook his head. 

“I still have no idea how you do that?” I patted him on the shoulder, still laughing. 

The rest of the night passed quickly, it was like Christmas had come early. I was so excited for tomorrow I could hardly sleep, and when I did I had definitely fallen asleep smiling. 

We packed up our gear and made our way to the trucks, ready to move off the line. Lt. Jones had been promoted and was leaving us, he shook our hands as we wished him good luck on his future endeavours. We climbed into the back of the truck, Don helping to pull me up. He sat beside each other, our hands secretly held by our sides. I watched Web approach the truck, going to climb up by himself, Lieb stuck his hand out to offer assistance. I smiled knowing that Lieb finally came around to liking the man. I watched as the small town faded into the distance and wondered what might be ahead for us next. I knew whatever happened that Don and I would face it together. 

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Chapter 24

[lawless-walrus]

Episode 2 UNEND released.

I’ve only known them for a single episode and a piece of Ephemera, but I love Kanneken so much. Just jumpscares everyone with a loud speaker, tells them to look at a camera/bazooka, and is gone to write todays paper. Best character in UNEND (besides Cleophee I love Cleophee so much teehee)

ALSO WAIT A MOMENT, I SEE YOU SEQUESTER HARBOR MASTER IS THAT YOU

[whumpberry-cookie]

Hero was betrayed and sold to Villain by their ex "Heroes" team.

(Cw: Guns, chains, mentioned interrogation, betrayal, morally gray hero)

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Villain interrogates Hero, but they keep their defiant, arrogant attitiude. At some point Villain threatens to return them. And even calls Hero's ex Leader to be more convincing.

Villain puts the phone call on speaker. And after a moment there's responce: "A return?...do you have the receipt?"

(V:) "A rec- Why would I have-! This is ridiculous!"

(L:) "Sorry, no returns then"

(V:) "Well what am I supposed to do with them?! They're fucking annoying, but I'm not killing them yet! That's no fun!"

(L:) "Not my circus, not my monkey"

The call gets cut. And Villain just stands there for a moment with a phone in their hand. Then, slowly takes the remote out of the pocket. Pushes the button. Releases Hero from the chains.

(V:) "Go kick their ass".

(H:) "I'll need a gun"

Villain just snorts laughing.

(H:) "...a rifle"

Villain just shakes their head, holding back a miscivious smile.

(H:) "A bazooka"

(V:) "I can agree for Bazooka. Just because I'm curious"

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[phonypizza]

"We ready?" "I think we're ready." "Thanks for indulging me, Peppermint." "You owe me."

The lights dim once more, a single spotlight coming to focus on a young man. And then another. And a third.

Chai looks up to the crowd, stars shining in his eyes. A real crowd. Here to actually see him perform. He isn't hijacking Mimosa's show this time - this is the real deal, and he can feel the beat in his chest already speeding up. That's good. The tempo for this song is high, and his heart's going to have to match it.

808 mewls as the signal, and as soon as she does, the drums start. Her entire body vibrates with each strike, and Chai counts under his breath before his fingers find the strings. It's a simple melody, really... but it's already pounding in the speakers when the budding rockstar lets out a howl as his opener, one that the mic picks up to go beyond the room itself--

WAKE UP! Our life is calling! We're smoking, but not on fire! Give us a sign that we're alive!

His head bobs to the beat, eyes shut as the music flows into and through him, the mp3 player in his heart pounding away as Chai takes a deep breath.

SNAP OUT of indecision! Have we been hypnotized To think that everything's alright?!

808 briefly scurries back behind a curtain on recognizing that it's time. Chai keeps playing, his robotic fingers moving nimbly across the body as his calloused flesh-and-blood hand presses down on the neck strings. The self-assured smirk on his face turns to a grin.

The clock is counting down... Seconds tick awaaaay...

A young woman clad in dark blue pops up from behind the curtain, clutching what looks like a bazooka. Before security can do anything, she takes aim and fires at the ceiling above the crowd--

This is our time!

--only for the projectile to explode into a shower of confetti sequins, which flutters down upon the audience as the chorus hits, timing it just right so that any waving spotlights for the crowd would catch the glittering things and throw a bit more light around the room.

Without a doubt!

She disappears in a brief flicker, teleported safely away as Chai's joined onstage once again by 808. The LED lights on her joints and in her eyes are slowly strobing to different colors on beat.

Time to ignite! We're not going down Without a fight!

This is our time! Get up off the ground! Take what is mine! We're not going down Without a fiiiiiiight!

With each repeat of the chorus, that odd young woman keeps reappearing in some unusually high-up places, taking aim and firing the... confetti bazooka? each time. There's a wry smile on her face. Normally she would never agree to do something like this, but... Chai owed her now, and it was actually kind of fun. Even if her ears were ringing a little.

The song comes to its conclusion, with Chai swearing he could hear some members of the audience joining in the chant to FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

Woooooaaaaaahhoooooo!!! Hahaha!

"Thank you everybody!!!"

[maiselyormaiforshort]

Part two of the Tfp species wap au part 1!

Cybertronions!

MicDrop(Miko),she would probably be a glamorous eye burning hot pink car with colourful patterns on it and really big speakers,her robot mode would probably have cables to replace her long ponytail,her build is probably very similar to a Decepticon(sharp hands,sharp teeth,horns to replace her ponytails),her optic color is green,her weapons would be dual katanas on her back that turn into chainsaws,throwing knives tgat turn into a fan,big blaster,her job back on cybertron was finding scraps(and hosting underground fights)

CrackerJack(Jack) is the most basic greyish blue car you can think of with brown leather seats,when he talks his lights go on,his optics are blue with light pink irises,his robot form has the car wing thingy,his weapon is a bazooka(gun that shoots fire bombs),his job back on cybertron is same in canon,energon Restaurant fast food giver go brrrrrrr

HackRate(Rafael) is one of those chunky 90s motorbikes,he's obviously orange and his design is very inspired by @axoplasim design,his foot can switch between normal cybertronion ones or rollerblades(vroomx2 skkkrrrtt),his weapons are cables attached to his back that electrocute enemies and soundeaves that cause small earthquakes and headaches,his old job was marketing in a factory,hiscoworkers didnt bother to learn his name cuz almost everyone looked the same,his voice is sl8ghtly disorted but still understandable,sounds slightly robotic like

Dune(June) is a Dinobot who is fighting for her species since it's almost extinct,her beast mode is very similar to grimlock in that one movie,her old Conjuixe was experimented on by MECH so she came to earth to destroy them,her optic color is reddish orange with no irises,she sees Jack as her own sparkling because he reminds her of her old Conjuixe,her weapon is a wrecking ball attached to a stick,she loves the kids to death despite her scary appearance,she's very good with remedies and mostly heals the team

Agent Growler(Frowler) works with the cybertronion government,he went to earth after going too deep in the archives to help the autobots with the war,hes a greyish brown jet,he arrives on earyh a few days before the trio does his weapon is a blaster but hes already very strong so weapons are just a backup,his optic color is blue w9th red irises,he's dealt with the trio multiple times back on cybertron.

[alexstudyjapanese]

Swallowtail Butterfly

This movie was a ride from start to finish, impossible to predict the direction it was going to take next. Swallowtail Butterfly, directed by Shunji Iwai, follows plotlines of prostitution, counterfeiting money, starting a business, becoming an idol, gang violence, and even more I can’t think of right now. The core of the story, however, was the building of a community of Yentown’s immigrants, and the development of them as individuals who can make a life for themselves.

The characters speak a mix of English, Japanese, and Chinese. I was confused at times why they were speaking English, but I realized that even though it sounded like they weren’t proficient based on their pronunciations, they were probably supposed to be native speakers or at least comfortable with the language. Also, when I wasn’t locked in sometimes, I got confused as to why the characters weren’t understanding each other until I realized they were speaking different languages. Nonetheless, the language diversity made for an interesting display of culture clash. One character, the Japanese-born to American parents, made an interesting note of how language affects the way people are treated. Because he looks like a foreigner, people assume him to speak English and maybe not Japanese, which leads to some feelings of exclusion.

Through the resilience displayed by characters such as Ageha, Iwai shows a certain admiration for immigrants in Japan. Similar to the movie GO, immigrants aren’t necessarily treated well by natives, and tend to face more obstacles than natives. However, through both unlawful and wholesome (sometimes) means, the characters advance through society and find success. It starts with counterfeiting cash, but once the initial investment is obtained, Fei Hong wants to start an honest business and community for Yentown, as well as push Glico towards becoming an icon.

I was a little confused about the purpose of Glico’s brother in the film. His gang did add a lot of action to the movie, such as the hilarious scene of them being obliterated by a bazooka. It also could have been to show a different approach for immigrants to gain wealth. Although his people did many bad things, certain scenes showed him to have a good heart. I wish he could have met Glico, but the ending we got was, in a weird way, satisfying. All that he committed all this violence for was just handed to him by Ageha.

As one of the final scenes of the movie, Ageha and the other Yentowns burn the immense amount of cash they obtained. This represented their denial of Japanese society; they moved to Japan in the first place with the intention of growing their wealth. It was a culmination of all the grief and desperation experienced by immigrants in Japan.

[theskydoesgreatthingsnow]

Matt Gaetz voting for Trump for Speaker of the house is so funny to me. It’s like people who chose bazooka in rock paper scissor. Just announcing you aren’t playing the game and being proud of yourself.

[iconuk01]

Michael Spicer's "The Room Next Door" is a sort of Rifftrax for UK politicians as he plays the part of the guy in the next room, communicating with the speaker via headsets.

Almost sadly, with our recent crop of inept cronies and incompetents, it's like shooting fish in a barrel... with a bazooka, but he has a lovely turn of phrase...

[mikaharuka]

...I think I should apologize for flooding my followers' and mutuals' pages with my random bazooka hits at @tsunderewatermelon's persistent stalker hate-anon. Really, they are something else.

Normally, I wouldn't give a troll like that the time of day, but Salty is a great friend and a newer writer. He's really talented and also very kind-hearted, even to trolls like that one. He's also always second guessing himself even though his passion and love for his work is so apparent, so I felt it necessary to ruthlessly shoot the anon on sight.

Also... it's a bit of a soft spot for me as well. A couple years ago, I was at the receiving end of something like this - but for an even less valid reason. I'd done a translation (that was done poorly by the original), and certain ship fans didn't like it and went after me, even though I had the backing of other translators and native speakers.

No one really went to bat for me at the time, and it ultimately resulted in me leaving fandom and writing outright, a few years back. That's my actual history. I returned to being a lurker, and it's only by some miracle that the concept for the Winter Light - Twilight/Life & Death world hit me and I somehow ended up returning to fandom.

Now, I know how to cover myself, but I also want to be the person to my friends that no one was for me three years ago. So here I am now!

[squidyyy23]

had to pause my day to come check out all these first line by the pals @energievie @shinygalaxyperson @gardenerian @gallawitchxx. this is a fun one!

rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics/chapters posted on AO3 (if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics) and try to draw some conclusions.

"Ian’s barely been gone a few hours but the anticipation is nearly killing Mickey already." - dil-do's and don'ts

"Despite the elevation, Mickey breathes easier and easier the higher and higher he makes his way up the mountain." - serenity

"Mickey leans against the armrest of their plush sofa, legs stretched out, cold toes tucked under his husband’s warm thighs where he sits on the opposite end." - spice up your life

"'Late night, brotha?' Chibs winks." - brothers of a different kind

"From the depths of their closet, Mickey pulls out a few of his favorite tropical patterned shirts -- the ones he gets every time they visit Fiona in Florida -- and tosses them into the open suitcase on their bed." - dancing after death epilogue

"Ian isn’t really sure what he expected the northern Californian town of Charming to be like, but he definitely hadn’t pictured this." - dancing after death (lest we go through all the dad chapters, we'll just go with the very beginning)

“Mick.” - keeper of the prize

"Mickey’s phone vibrates in his pocket." - for his honey

"'Remind me never to agree to help your dumbass brother again,' Mickey grunts as they shove the ancient dresser missing half its drawers toward the hallway." - at attention

"It’s Christmas morning and Ian’s been lying in bed staring at the ceiling for god knows how long." - bazooka

BONUS: a sneaky peak at a soon-to-be first line of a little (big?) somethin' somethin': “Dude, can’t believe you’re actually back at the house.” Mandy’s voice booms through Mickey’s phone, nearly loud enough to blow the speakers, as always.

thoughts: when in doubt, i revert to a dialogue opening. 😂 i'm digging the variety though. feel like i just like to throw us into the middle of shit and sort it out later.

roping in some more of the buds: @crossmydna @thisdivorce @auds-and-evens @whatthebodygraspsnot @whatwouldmickeydo @howlinchickhowl @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @celestialmickey @mishervellous @metalheadmickey @suzy-queued

[yesyourstalker]

assuming in th store they dont just play some radio station but have their own playlists playing i do think theres quite the difference in music when neta is there and when he isnt. like for example octavio or turqoise october only playing when neta isnt there. or something like that. my thoughts arent very coherent rn i passed out a bit ago and am VERY nauseous rn

How it works is he has speakers hooked up to either a phone or an mp3, He downloads new music every other month that it comes out. The mall offered him a radio station with pre-recorded music but he wasn't able to choose which artist he wanted to play, just the genre.

DJ Octavio and turquoise October are banned from his store completely. Even if he's there or not, it's not allowed in his store. If it triggers him then it's probably gonna trigger some one else and he doesn't want that happening.

Besides that he's a big advocate for octolings in the music world so he plays any music with octolings in it. Damp socks, Yoko and the golden bazookas, diss-pair, even some of Warabi's early work If it features an octarian He's going to play it.

He bought a LED post screen that shows what's playing, who the artist is and some facts about their lives.

The only thing he doesn't play when he's in the store is DJ dead-fish he had friends who were sanitized against their will and as punishment and knowing someone did it willingly rubs him the wrong way it can play in his store just when he's not here