#Call me Bobby singer bc I will PROTECT

[manwiththemagic]

"no chick flick moments" then proceeds to have the most emotional heartbreaking conversations ever.

[sunnysideaeggs]

Do you have an Aegon headcanon to share?

Omg I have many! Probably some of them I have read here and can’t remember who posted them (credits to them ofc) but here’s some:

Aegon is a great singer, ofc (both TGC and Ty are musicians, and Tom has an especially sweet voice). He probably sings to Sunfyre, to confort his children, and when he’s alone.

TGC’s band, Sleepwalking animals, has a song called Wild folk and I think is very much Aegon coded! He sings about being lost and seeking pleasure, then wanting to run away with a lover. It’s very in line with Egg having a smallfolk!lover and I’m here for it.

He’s bi. In my mind all of Alicent’s children are bi, but only he knows it for now, because he’s the only one open about it (Hel is ace and biromantic, Aemond is too closed up and Daeron is too young yet) but they’ll get there.

His favorite child is Jaehaera. He loves all his children, in his flawled way, but he likes her the most. She’s just like Helaena. He’s a girl dad honestly. It adds an additional layer of pain when she winds up being his last child.

Speaking of Hel, I think that he loves her in a brotherly way. He probably thinks he had to marry her to protect her (they can’t afford to send her away from them with a lord in a strange land) and they have the most sibling-like relationship in Targ marriage history.

When Helaena gave birth to the twins (a writing crime tbh, she was 13-14), he stood terrified outside the room and threatened the maesters to not hurt her and take care of her. He left her to recover for a while (that’s why there’s 4 years between the twins and Maelor).

I love TGC’s idea of Aegon having a lover in KL. Man has his own oc and fanfiction and I trust him about Egg matters more than Condal and Hess tbh.

Songs that remind me of him are Colors by Halsey, Mama by My chemical romance, Can you feel my heart by BMTH and Heroin by Lana del Rey. Yes he’s an emo.

He calls Criston ‘dad’ bc he’s his dad ofc. If he’s ever on trouble, he either calls him or Aemond.

I have said this before, but he’s really charismatic! He makes easy friends but can’t really ‘connect’ with them. I would’ve loved to see the greens as really politically savvy (for their own different abilities) and him being a Bobby B like king makes sense to me.

In a modern world, he would study communication (I’m projecting here bc I study comm but hear me out) @daddyissuesinwesteros has said he would be a successful tiktoker, and he would! But I think his family would pressure him into getting a *real* job and degree. He already changed his major once (Business to Admin, then dropped) and he’s 22, so he gets into communication. He has average grades at best, but he likes some subjects and makes some useful friends, he tries okay 😵‍💫

Modern au again, he’s the type of guy that dedicates Playboi Carti songs and believes it’s the most romantic thing ever. Idk, I got Fell in luv dedicated once and it’s something he would do(? mid.

He, from the first to the last day of his reign, valued Alicent’s advice and actively asked for it. This is partially why she had so much influence in the Dance, and why she wholeheartedly believed she could prevent war by counseling him. He also asks Helaena about many matters, not only government.

He’s an aqua sun (like Tom 🥳), taurus or capricorn moon, pisces rising.

If Targs believed in reincarnation, he is Rhaenys Targaryen (the first one) reborn. He’s pretty, he likes to party and he flies in Sunfyre a lot. I also think that Aemond (at least show wise) is Vaegon’s reincarnation.

I think he’s pretty wise, at least when it comes to what the IT really means just as GRRM intended. He sees the throne as a duty, not as a right, and knows he doesn’t have the necessary skills to rule. I think is refreshing for a character to acknowledge what a poison the IT really means and how it corrupts (or is corrupted by) those who desire it.

He really was paranoid about cutting himself on the throne, so he wore armor and never was really ‘comfortable’ while sitting on it. I have a few more hcs about the throne and how it’s *alive* regarding Vizzy, Egg and Rhae, so maybe I’ll make a separate post about it.

Can’t talk about Egg without talking about Sunfyre, so I will add: Sun and him definitely had the most amazing dragon-rider bond in all of history. I think that translates in both Sunfyre being more ‘human’ than most dragons, having above average intelligence (hiding, fighting and winning while wounded require more than brawn) and Aegon surviving in mere willpower, because he was getting Sun’s energy in a way. When he died, I think that willpower left him and yk.

Speaking of yk, he planned it. No Larys, no Corlys (and for the love of the seven it wasn’t Alicent!). I think life just cornered him too much and it became unbearable.

I really like his figure as the first non 100% Valyrian king (the ones before him had only Targ/Velaryon blood) and being the first that gave a damn about long term planning. He, intentionally or unintentionally drafted the rules of succession for the IT (in my mind they’re called Egg’s rules, just like Rhaenys’ rule of six), which is more than the previous kings did, ensuring a crystal clear (but unfair and sexist) inheritance that worked fine for a couple centuries.

I think I made this too long, hope they make sense and aren’t too random/hyperspecific 😵‍💫 I also subscribe to some hcs other blogs have, but tried to write about things that haven’t been explored yet!

[loveelle]

M A S T E R L I S T

Requests open

Luke Patterson

*= smut

Series:

Leap of Faith (Completed)

Luke Patterson x Reggie’s Sister, Series rewrite

Thank You, Jerry (Completed)

After getting an afternoon free from the band, Luke decides to see his parents, only to find out something he wasn’t expecting.

One shots:

Winners and Losers

Request by Anon: Luke x reader?? Two rival singers make a bet “who can get the other to fall in love first” by acting like a couple... too bad they realize there both in too deep.

Hey Stupid, I love you

Based on the song “Hey Stupid, I love you” by JP Saxe

After the Tour

Request from Anon: Luke Patterson prompt? Luke just gets back home from tour and all he wants to do is to spend time alone with his girlfriend. But friends and college exams and interviews and parties... make it a little more complicated then not.

I’ll Protect You

Request by @dylanstilinskiposts​: Hi there! Are your requests open? If so, would you be interested in one that’s Luke Patterson x reader, but also features reader platonically with the whole gang where they’re at a party and reader gets super drunk or something and basically everyone has to take care of her or thinks she’s hilarious?? Basically I’m a simp for protective Luke and the friendship between the whole gang 😂

Win a Date

Request from Anon: AHHHH!! Carrie (y/n’s step-sister) decides to enter her into a “win a date contest” as a joke for rockstar Luke Patterson (who she can’t stand) and she ends up wining and has to go on a date with. Bonus points if Carrie is a die hard Luke Patterson fan. Ohh also! He kind of starts to peruse her (in like cute/“hey if everyone likes me, you will too” kind of way/shows up at her school/hang out/writes songs with her... etc) and get her to see that he isn’t just another stuck up celebrity?

Remember

Request from Anon: Prompt? Luke x reader: N/y gets into a car accident (just hits her head) & when her friends all come to check on her she is curious as to why Luke Patterson of all people is freaking out and asking “is my girlfriend okay?” which is a question reader directs at Julie. Basically long story short, reader can’t remember that Luke is her boyfriend (“never in a million years, two separate sides of the playing field” popular girl/Dirty Candy?) & they all try to help her remember.

You Broke Me First

Request from Anon: Luke Patterson x reader? You Broke Me First by Tate Mcrae pleasee🥺

Blur the Lines

Luke and you decide to blur the lines when Luke decides you need a break from focusing on school and he needs attention

Voices

Luke, Alex, and Reggie decide to make an appearance in your class and distract you

Bobby Doesn’t Know*

PART 2: Bobby Knows*

Request from Anon: scotty doesn’t know by lustra, luke patterson x reader? + Request from @dylanstilinskiposts​:  OH MY GOD I JUST THOUGHT OF YOU BC I REMEMBERED YOU WERE ASKING FOR SONG REQUESTS AND AND AND THE WORLD JUST NEEDS A LUKE X READER WITH THE SONG SCOTTY DOESNT KNOW BUT ITS REALLY BOBBY 🤪👀

Luke offering to help you study

Blurb using “ways to say ‘I love you’” prompts: “I’ll help you study” “Good Luck” and “Call me when you get home”

Walking up next to Luke in the morning

Blurb using “ways to say ‘I love you’” prompts: “I dreamt about you last night” “It looks good on you” and “Go back to sleep”

Luke picking you up for a date

Blurb using “ways to say ‘I love you’” prompts: “Wow” “No reason” and “Is your seatbelt on?”

Gifting Luke a custom guitar strap

Blurb using “ways to say ‘I love you’” prompts: “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside” and “It reminded me of you”

Only as Friends

Request from Anon: Can we get maybe a rich/playboy Luke Patterson x reader were he is best friends with Carrie and can basically get any girl he wants and sets his sights on Julie’s equally rich, feisty and incredibly confident BFF who wants nothing to do with him? Even though she finds him incredibly attractive?

5 times

Request from Anon: Prompt? 5 times Luke and reader almost touched/kissed and one time they actually do?

Saturday

Request from Anon: Luke Patterson prompt? Luke (ghost) likes to flirt with reader every chance he gets? Kind of like the scene with Julie/Nick at her lock? He even gets a little jealous? + Request from Anon: Julie and the boys try to convince her best friend she’s in love with a ghost? Luke Patterson x reader?

Remember That Night

Request from Anon: luke patterson x reader - remember that night? by sara kays please!!

Accidentally In Love

Request from Anon: Omg what about a Luke Patterson x Mercer!reader with the song Accidentally in Love by Counting Crows from Shrek sksks

Reggie Peters

Series:

One Week (Completed)

With the fear of telling your friends you’ll be leaving to go across for the country for college next year, you plan a getaway week for you all at your uncles’ beach house filled with sun, sand and unfortunately, the one boy you can’t stand most in the world.

One Shots:

Gifting Reggie his leather jacket

Blurb using “ways to say ‘I love you’” prompt: “I hope you like it”

Are we supposed to kiss?

Request from Anon: okay but could you PLEASE do a fake dating trope imagine w reggie? like he has a crush on carrie and she has a crush on luke && they start fake dating each other before they ultimately fall for the other?🥺🤍

Keep it On*

Request from Anon: Can I request a Reggie x reader smut, while reader is wearing Reggie’s flannel?

Alex Mercer (x platonic!reader or x sister!reader)

One shots:

You’re Gay, right?

Request from @kmsmedine: I would like to make a request :) maybe Alex is friends with the reader who also happens to be queer. Based off of the relationship, Reggie and like SERIOUSLY question wether Alex is fully gay or not (he is, they just act like they’re dating) if you could keep Alex gay that would be great because I don’t feel comfortable changing that lol. SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG 

Charlie Gillespie

Method Acting

Request by @dylanstilinskiposts: Also hi sorry that I keep bothering you, but if you do Charlie x reader, would you maybe do one where the readers an actress and she has to do a dangerous stunt (like the water tank in Now You See Me) and Charlie’s on set that day and something goes wrong w the stunt and basically he’s super worried and stuff ? Lol thank you ily

(Not) Girls Chat

Request by @its-craig-mcmorris​:  Hey! Could you maybe make a Charlie x reader, where reader has a crush on Charlie and all the girls on set know. So Charlie post a picture on Instagram and the reader screenshots it and sends it in what she thinks is the girls group chat say how good looking he is but she accidentally sent it to the whole cast GC, including Charlie and just what ever follows? Thanks🙃

Peter Parker

Petey Cuddles

Request from Anon: I am delivering a peter request thou has asketh for- how about peter freaking out when you message him to come over late and he gets worried, shows up to your house, only to listen to the reader ranting about how they can’t fall asleep, resulting in some petey cuddles, and bickering over one another hogging the blankets <3 lol bc I should be asleep now too

Heartbeats

Request from Anon: This is so cheesy.. geez but Peter Parker x reader where the reader is just reading a book to Peter to help him calm down from his long night of Patrolling and he like interrupts her reading by like saying something like "I never imagined that someone's heartbeat could sound so amazing." That’s so cheesy but like lots of kisses? Fluffy stuff! <3

Jim Halpert

Secret’s Out

A rumor that Jim was in love with Pam sets around the office and causes a different ending to Jim and your ‘friend’ date night

Make a Move

Request from Anon: For Jim Halpert, maybe something like Jim has always been secretly in love with Reader and Reader always throws hints at him but is desperate for him to make the first move. But then Ryan begins flirting with Reader and asks her out on a date or something and she accepts then later on that date or the next day at the office Jim asks her about it but she snaps at him and they confess their love? Ik this is so long but don’t hesitate to create your own plot 🥰

The Singer and The Salesman

Request from Anon: ok so like jim halpert soulmate au? so they all have tattoos of their partners job (they get these tattoos at age 18)and the reader is like a famous singer and jim is amazed how he has a soulmate like her, but he’s also sad bc he knows he’ll probably never be w her BUT. michael ends up hiring this band to play at his birthday (where he got the money, who knows. its michael lol) and the singer of the band is the reader and they meet and jim notices the tattoo in her wrist says his job and hes like “omg” and she notices his tattoo says “singer” and they find each other and its really cute and stuff :)

Baby Babbles

Summary: You get some help from Jim watching over your niece for the day, but things don’t go as planned.

Booze Cruise

Request: If that's okay I would like to request a Jim x f!reader one, where maybe they have been pining on eachother for a while, and while they are on that cruise on the lake that Michael organized in like season 2🤔 maybe they are walking alone on the deck and the ship does an abrupt steer that almost sends reader flying, Jim catches her and ya know, forced proximity = Jim kisses her and the two have now to come clean about their feelings?💕💕💕

Wedding Bells

Request: ive just read your jim fics and omg!!! could i submit a request where him and the reader have been dating for a while and he’s planning to propose to her and the whole office knows and are trying to hype him up to do it and stuff?? right it’s time to reread your jim fics🥺

Last Night

Based on the song Last Night (Beer Fear) by Lucy Spraggan

[bluboothalassophile]

So bc we’re both forgetful lmao 😂 I’m reminding us about the hellhound puppy that Raven gets as a gift from Luci and all the shenanigans that come with it! Love you! 💕

Hello,

We are forgetful, we keep talking about this! So I do hope you enjoy, with a cameo of Rae’s soon to be familiar, Sylvester from Looney Tunes! =)

Inspired by this Very Handsome, Good Boy!:

Bagheera Licorice Roth the Six Hundred Sixty-Sixth…

Lucifer stood there in Lux, looking over his books when he felt her walk in. His heart stopped and he turned to her with a smile upon his lips.

He was enraptured by her serine beauty once, the beautiful sorrow hidden in the depths of her black eyes. He didn’t tell Maze, but he knew his bonded was aware that there was a time he’d have bonded with Death. And Maze hated that reality, but they both loved Death.

“Hello darling, it has been a while,” Lucifer said as he looked over Death.

Death was dressed in her typical black garb, but with a black skirt rather than her skinny jeans, and she twirled her umbrella as she walked up to him. “Hello Lucifer,” she smiled softly. “It has been a while.”

“Care for a drink, love?” he asked her casually while sending reassurance to his demon through their bond that they were good. He would always be a bit in love with Death, but she was his first love, and from that they had bore a terrible weapon for his father’s war.

“No thank you,” she said as she took a seat at the lounge. “I would like to discuss our grandchild actually.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, I feel that in her vulnerable state she should have protection,” Death said.

“Already taken care of, Maze is currently collecting it from the latest batch as we speak.”

“It?”

“A Hellhound puppy of course, no finer guard in all the realms,” he chuckled.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Maze walked through Bobby Singer’s Salvage Yard with a sack, as she headed for the Bunker’s hidden entrance through a car trunk. It was a good think Luci had moved the bunker, it made it so much easier. Rachel had always returned to the Bunker or the House of Mystery in New Orleans, depending on what mission she was running.

“I’m here!” Maze called out through the massive Bunker. It was still impressive that the Men of Letters; as stagnated as they were, had accumulated this sort of knowledge.

“Hey Maze!” Rachel appeared with a smile, her hair was braided back, and she looked comfortable.

“Just the witch I was looking for!” Maze said as she skipped over to Rae, she had adopted Rae as her grandchild with gusto, she loved this little witch more than she could put into actions. “I have something for you!”

Yanking her sack around she pulled it open and picked up the little, wriggling puppy, which squirmed in her grasp. The little guy looked close to a panther, or a pitbull, sleek and the purest of blacks. So black he looked like a beautiful void with brilliant yellow eyes filled with Hellfire looked around curiously.

“He’s yours!” Maze stated handing the pup to Rachel. She had a soft spot for the Hellhounds, and figured her granddaughter would possess the same fondness.

“Oh my! He’s so cute!” Rachel smiled at the puppy as she held it in her arms.

“That is a Hellhound, from the latest liter Ramsey had, Luci wants you protected,” Maze smiled as the pup took a liking to his new mistress with gusto and was trying to lick her face.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Between her familiar Sylvester; the talking black and white cat who had adopted her when she saved him from his own antics to catch a Tweety-Bird, and the puppy, Rachel found her hands full. She hadn’t quite settled on a name for the Hellhound.

Dean had voted to name it Hell’s Bells, which she had shot down immediately.

Sam thought of Licorice, Jack and Cas both liked that one.

Bobby informed her that it would have to be something terrifying, and not to be too soft on the Hellhound pup or else he wouldn’t be ferocious, but she had also seen Bobby sneaking her puppy bites of steak and sips of beer.

She had ruled out most names, and had started going through literature for ideas. So far the name that seemed to resonate with her and ‘Jay’ was Bagheera.

And Thus… Bagheera Licorice Roth the Six Hundred Sixty-Sixth was named (the Six Hundred Sixty-Sixth was from Clair who wouldn’t leave her puppy alone, calling it the spawn of hell), also he was the six hundredth and sixty-sixth pup Ramsey had birthed according to Lucifer.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Rachel yelped as she was yanked down the street by the hellhound, her familiar wrapped around her throat.

“Bagheera! Slow down!” Rachel pleaded as they ran through New Orleans hunting a ghoul. “Bagheera Licorice STOP!” Rachel screamed as she was dragged into the street in the path of an on coming bus; she was going to die!

~~~*~*~*~~~

They were lounging on the porch of Grimwood’s Finishing School for Ghouls, when the two year old puppy lumbered up with a slobbery tennis ball in his mouth, smoke radiating off his excited form as he did the dog stretch with his butt in the air, tail wagging excitedly.

Rachel sighed as she set her book aside and went to get the tennis ball he was chewing like bubble gum away from him.

He leapt up and enticed her to chase him.

“If you want me to throw it Licorice you have to give it to me!” Rachel tried to reason as she chased the massive Hellhound.

~~~*~*~*~~~

She moaned in pain as she rolled over on her bed and blinked at the greeting of the floor, then looked over her shoulder at Bagheera’s stretched out form, his paws in the air, and Sylvester curled up on his belly.

“How do you always get three quarters of the bed and I wake up looking at the floor?” she asked the dog who had cracked a yellow eye to look at her. His tail thumbed and then the worst stink bomb ever was released which had her gagging and her eyes watering as she yanked at her sheets to cover her nose and mouth.

“Gross! That shouldn’t be legal!” she gasped.

“Should weaponize that but chemical warfare is illegal,” she croaked, scrambling from her bed and running for the door.

[yousayparty]

The right place, the right time, and the right amount of exclamation marks

The history of Vancouver via Abbotsford British Columbia’s You Say Party is a storied one. Imagine this: trapped in a never ending nightmare of suburban dystopian hell, you form a band. With the simple adjective of having fun, spreading a message, making people dance - you leave the confines of a religiously stifling community. Within a few years you’re playing the world’s top festivals, winning awards, and wooing critics.

But now I find myself piecing foggy bits of memory fragments together with duct tape and hairspray. Like stickers on a dive bar bathroom stall, I know I was there. But why and for how long? I feel like I’m sifting through a shoebox of handbills and press clippings like some True Crime podcaster placing myself at the scene.

I’m not sure where I first heard the name You Say Party! We Say Die! but it caught my eye. It was an era of exuberant band names. !!!, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Shout Out Out Out Out, Hot Hot Heat, Fake Shark- Real Zombie! And my own band GoGoStop! It was also a time when bands out Vancouver’s sleepy conservative suburbs were starting to break out: Witness Protection Program, The Hand, Fun100.

It was exciting. There was a sense of community. Of people just wanting to have fun. Perhaps we were shaking off the anxieties of a post 9/11 world, or shrugging off the self seriousness that was emo and hardcore. We still made mix tapes and zines- scoured Terminal City and The Straight for new bands. There was this new social networking craze called MySpace that had yet to be a ubiquitous omnipresent corporate behemoth that dominated every corner of our lives. We were called Scenesters not Hipsters. Everyone was in an art collective.

Adorned with white belts and one-inch pins; asymmetrical hair cuts and red velvet blazers we set out to prove Vancouver wasn’t No Fun City at now long shuttered venues like the Marine Club, the Pic Pub, and Mesa Luna. I didn’t drink at the time so dancing, and by extension dance punk, had become my saviour- bands like The Rapture, Les Say Fav, Pretty Girls Make Graves to name a few. When Mp3 blogs became a thing, I immediately downloaded The Gap from their 2005 debut Hit The Floor! and loaded it on my 100 song iPod shuffle. I like so many others, became an instant fan.

I moved into what could only be described as a punk rock compound- 3 houses that were owned by a former Christian sect that we dubbed Triple Threat. Members of Bend Sinister, No Dice, Witness Protection Program, and Devon Clifford from You Say Party and Cadeaux (and Whiteloaf) all lived there. He drove an orange 1981 Camaro Berlinetta to match his bright red hair and big personality. We would walk to the greasy spoon Bon’s Off Broadway to get terrible but cheap breakfast and to watch The coffee Sheriff pour undrinkable refills of sludge. It was like living in the movie Withnail and I, but funner. We all wore pins that said Do You Party? on them.

It felt like Vancouver was blowing up and You Say Party was the hand-clapping drum majorette leading the pack. Ladyhawk, Black Mountain, Radio Berlin, New Pornographers, Destroyer, S.T.R.E.E.T.S., The Doers, They Shoot Horses, Don’t They? And The Organ highlighted just how tight-knit and diverse our scene was. Relentless touring and glowing reviews for You Say Party’s sophomore Lose All Time ensured they were head of the class, despite being unable to tour the US due to a previous border snafu.

Lose All Time sat on top of the Earshot charts for what seemed like forever. Famous for their frenetic live shows, and aided by stunning videos, their sophomore effort was a clear progression from Hit The Floor! It still harnessed the visceral rawness of their origins, but hinted at a confidence and maturity that was to come. The title of Lose All Time was a reference to the discombobulation of constant touring and it too was a hint of what was to come.

The touring would take its toll. Fuelled by Chinese Red Bull; a well document public dustup between band members at a bar in Germany would throw everything into uncertainty. But it was that turbulence that would set the stage for XXXX and after a restorative tour to China, the stage was set for the penultimate You Say Party record. 

Flash forward to 2009 and the city was on edge. Everything was about to change. Vancouver was preparing to host the world amidst the unfolding Great Recession. Anti-Olympic protests ramped up. A gang war raged in the streets and made international headlines, tucked behind Swine Flu hysteria and the ongoing imperialist war on Iraq.

It seemed like all the venues started closing and all our friends were moving to Berlin or Montreal. We starting looking in. Is this the city we want? Was it just growing pains? This kind of introspection is clearly reflected in XXXX. If Lose All Time was a record the band wanted to make, XXXX was a record for the people; a record for the city of Vancouver; a record for 2009.

"I finally feel like a singer, rather than a dancer who loves being in a band" said Becky Ninkovic at the time. It’s a perfect quote. One that succinctly captures the maturity and focus of the record. After a breakdown for Ninkovic, a year of rest and vocal lessons, Exclaim! announced XXXX to be a career resuscitation.

And it was. Going back now and rediscovering the record is such a magical thing. Opening for You Say Party with my band Taxes in 2008, I was impressed with the new material even if was a little jaded (I mean I was almost 30). But now with time and space I can see the songs they were working on were truly timeless. Laura Palmer’s Prom could so easily slot in with the latest 80s synthwave revival along alongside bands like Lust for Youth, Lower Dens, and Chromatics.

Overall, XXXX sounds like an exhale. A moment of stillness when you know you’ve made something extraordinary. When you know all those moments combined; moments of sheer terror, adrenalin, elation, boredom, and longing- culminate in a piece of art that once you let go of it- you just know in your gut that it’s right. It draws you in, wrestles with a brooding tension, then sends you into a churning whirlwind of tight drums and buzzing synths. It’s a remarkable achievement.

There’s plenty of vintage YSP sass throughout. “She’s Spoken For”, “Make XXXX”, and “Cosmic Wanship Avengers” are all classic synth punk gems, but the it’s in the subdued that the album really grips. “Dark Days”, “There is XXXX (Within My Heart)” and the sprawling Kate Bush like ballad “Heart of Gold” are the hallmark of a band that is comfortable exploring the limits of their genre. While lyrically quite positive, the melodies are daunting. Indeed, as Pitchfork put it, “the slower pace and more sentimental outlook of XXXX gives listeners the necessary space and encouragement to surrender to the band's emotional message”.

And it was a message they would finally return to the US with in 2009. The band was poised for mainstream breakout success. They were long listed for the Polaris and they won a Western Canadian Music Award for Best Rock Album of the year. Much has been written about what would happen next. I don’t want this article to be about the tragic onstage death of drummer and friend Devon Clifford, but it’s inexorably linked to the band’s story.

And I can only really tell it from my point of view. I wasn’t sure I would go to the funeral but a mutual friend told me that Devon would want me to go. Portland Hotel Society, a local housing provider which Devon had thrown the weight of his passion behind, rented a bus to drive out to Abbotsford. I held up pretty well until my friend Al Boyle got up to play. Then some yelled “Spagett”. Then Krista and Becky sang “Cloudbusting” and I lost it.

The band would try to carry on. Krista would leave the band and Bobby Siadat and Robert Andow of the band Gang Violence would fill in for touring.  When that didn’t go as planned Al Boyle who had been in the punk band Hard Feelings with Devon would replace Bobby. They officially went on hiatus in 2011 only to reunite a year later with Krista back on keys and a drum machine in place of Devon.

And while the band’s self titled 2016 release would be their moment of closure, the reissue of XXXX is one of celebration. Celebration of what they made with Devon. Celebration of a near perfect moment in time. A capsule of a entire city at it’s peak. The band has changed. The scene has changed. And I’ve changed. But there will always be XXXX within in our hearts.

'Cause every time it rains

You're here in my head

Like the sun coming out

Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen

And I don't know when

But just saying it could even make it happen

Sean Orr Vancouver, BC January 2020

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We are so excited to reissue a limited run of XXXX on clear vinyl through Paper Bag Records Vintage for Record Store Day on August 29th! Support your local stores & grab this album on vinyl for the first time in 10 years! https://recordstoredaycanada.ca  #yousayparty #YSPWSD

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About Sean Orr Sean Orr is a writer, musician, artist, activist, and dishwasher living and working in the unceded Coast Salish territories of Vancouver, B.C. Besides his twice weekly news column in Scout Magazine he writes for Beatroute and has written for Vice Magazine and Montecristo among others in the past. He’s the frontman in the punk band Needs and also has a pickle company called Brine Adams. Twitter | NEEDS | Tea & Two Slices | Flickr

[toomanyfandomsinonebrain]

would you write a loki x supernatural one where they fell in love while the reader didnt have her memory bc of an accident and when she finally remembers she realizes shes a winchester and shes been through some shit and tells loki 'im not the person u fell in love with" since no-memory her is sweet and innocent and real her is not even though she cant deny her feelings for him. and one day a demon attacks the avengers tower and she has to tell them all the truth and capture the demon? thanks!!!

Hey,

So… Not a crossover expert. Not an expert at all, to be honest, so do not throw tomatoes please.

It is kinda long. And I have no idea what I did. I am sorry.

Name: Memories & Demons

“Maybe I should just keep it this way,” you offer to Loki, both of you sitting on a couch in his room in the Avengers base (he does not like the base, but ever since Thor has been spending here his every free second, Loki was forced to move here, so that one of the Avengers could always look after him). It is your regular memory training session - for the past few months, you have been trying to recall who you are and where you came from. Ever since you got into a terrible car crash and were found by Loki on his regular escape attempts, you have been unable to recall anything from your past. Sometimes you drew or wrote things that you have never seen before, but you could never bring them together into one image of what you are.

“Keep not knowing if I am calling you the right name? I mean, Sigyn is a very nice name, but don’t you want to know what is going on?” you nod slowly and lean back, resting your head on the back of the couch. Loki smiles and places his palm on your forehead. “Now, let’s do it. Relax and take a deep breath... Everything is fine, nothing bad will happen. Now try to recall the last thing you remember,” you think about how you opened your eyes, knowing nothing, and found Loki staring at you with genuine interest. “No, before that. Come on, love, you know you can,” you push your mind harder, through the black towel of amnesia. It would not work usually, but Loki’s magic aids you to pierce through the darkness, working as a blade to cut down the bushes that grew between you and your past. Those ‘bushes’ grew because of the head trauma that you suffered, but, thanks to Loki’s care, your health is fully recovered, and you can try to return your past.

“It’s pointless,” you inform him after a couple of minutes.

“It is never pointless. Keep trying,” you sign and return to your fairy tale forest. “Try a different technique,” you do that every time and fail every time, but you still try - sit down in the middle of the darkness and take a deep breath. “Now remember, you have the right to be here. It’s your memory.” 

“Right,” you really want to drop out, but Loki is right - you may be having a nice life now, but you don’t even know your name. Sigyn is indeed a very nice name, at least, it gets Thor to get quite happy every time he sees you next to Loki. But it is not yours. You let your thoughts turn to the idea of name until you realize something. “Y/N.”

“Y/N?”

“That’s my name,” Loki chuckles.

“That is a very good name. What do you do, Y/N?” it gets easier this time.

“I hunt… I hunt demons,” your job is important, you know that. Now you get why always feel that desire to carry salt around. And your drawings finally collide into one drawing - a demon trap. You were drawing triangles and hieroglyphs, you just never made it into one image.

“What else…”

“Dean.”

“Who is Dean?”

“He is… my brother. He taught me to hunt when Sammy ran away…” you open your eyes and fight yourself to not cry - your family history is not one of the most cheerful and happy things in your life. These few months were amazing, but it is about time you returned to your lonely being of a Winchester. Saving people. Hunting things. The damn family business.

“Y/N?” Loki smiles at you with gentle insecurity. “What is wrong, love?”

“You don’t really love me. Not the real me. You did not fall in love with me. You would never love the real me.”

“Y/N?”

“I am dangerous. It is in the blood, we do not have relationships, not us.”

“Us?”

“Winchesters. I am a Winchester,” you close your eyes and smile grimly. “And you are…”

“Still here. I am not leaving,” Loki tucks a curl behind your ear, and you shake from the overwhelming emotions. “Shhh.”

“That is so weird,” you blink quickly, your hand rising to check your belt where your knife usually rests. “Where is my knife?”

“The one you had when we first met?” you nod, and Loki snaps his fingers, making your knife appear on your lap. “I thought I better save it from Stark’s needy fingers.”

“Right,” you take the light blade and rest it in your palm. “That’s a good one,” you twist your hand, letting the blade swish through the air with a quiet sound. “It can cut through almost anything, Bobby gave it as a present, you know.”

“You know what?” Loki carefully covers your hand with his and looks you in the eye. “Let’s just settle down and see what we should do about all of that, alright?” you nod - you are way too confused to decide what to do with your life right now. As if there are two people inside of you - one is the innocent Sigyn that is in love with Loki and the team, and another is Y/N, the ruthless hunter that has to fight every desire to cuddle and have a regular life just to survive.

You have stopped spending so much time with Loki, opting for Hawkeye for gym workouts and Tony for hiding in the lab. You even started talking to Thor, just so that you can build better understanding of what and why happens with the multiverse. He is beyond helpful, except for the part where he still calls you Sigyn every time he starts talking about Loki. You are starting to realizing that there is something more behind that name, but you are too busy to deal with that right now.

“Did you ever notice how strange our job is?” you ask Tony one day, as you are sitting in his lab, playing with some electronic parts, while the genius is building another suit.

“Our job?”

“Well, we both protect people. But you fight people, and I… fight damn demons.”

“You should talk to Stephen Strange,” Tony chuckles. “He will have something to say about demons,” he stays quiet for some time, then looks at you. “Are you serious about demons?” you nod. “Black eyes? Strong desire to murder and take souls?” you nod again, and Tony shrugs his shoulders. “Is there a way to… recognize a demon?”

“Just say Christo,” you answer simply, not looking at Tony and missing how he shivers and looks away. “Or spray them with holy water, that will also burn them. Why the questions? I am sure no one here is possessed.”

“Oh, just making sure it is true, and the famous hunter Y/N is really back.”

“I am not that famous, Tony.”

“Maybe not compared to your brothers, but you for sure are causing some disturbance among the demon kingdom.”

“I really don’t think so… Wait, kingdom? I never told you that there is a king.”

“Well, there is definitely no president or democracy. That was the only option.”

“Right,” you shrug your shoulders and look at the ceiling. “Have you seen Loki?”

“No. Why?”

“Because I have no idea what he is doing, and that should worry you too, Tony.”

“What would he do?” you turn to Tony and frown. The heavy feeling rises in your chest, as Stark keeps reattaching same electrodes over and over again. 

“Should I go back to my old friends? I had a… well, a friend… Bobby. You know he greeted me every time we met?” you stand up next to Tony to see his eyes clearly. “He walked up to me, smiled and, a second before hugging me, literally screamed Christo!” Tony flinches, his eyes turning pitch black.

“That’s why Bobby Singer is no longer alive,” the demon gives you a long sly smile that makes you freeze. “You didn’t think we would let the infamous Y/N just go on and have a life, right?”

“How did you find me?”

“We were there to start the car accident, Y/N. Now let’s have some fun with your dear friends,” the demon snaps his fingers, knocking you out. You would have died (you should have), but you are suddenly grateful for Loki’s magic that protects you in every way possible. However, for now, you lose consciousness and fall on the floor, bashing your head against a corner of the table.

The next thing you see is Loki’s face in front of you, as he is helping you up.

“Everything alright?”

“Tony is a demon,” you cough out, and Loki sighs.

“I am glad you agree with me on that, but…”

“No, he is an actual demon. The one I hunt,” you slowly stand up and reach for the knife (that should have gone into the demon’s chest if you listened to your father) on your belt to only find emptiness. “Damn it.”

“You are an amazing hunter,” Loki murmurs, holding you close with one hand. “But I think you need some help.”

“We need… We need JARVIS,” you rub your forehead with one hand, then rest your forehead on Loki’s shoulder. “I mean, we can hunt him down and personally ask why he is being such a pain in the everything… Or we can turn on some exorcism on the entire base.”

“Did you hit your head too badly?” Loki sighs “If the demon is Tony, then no one has access to JARVIS.”

“JARVIS is an independent being, Loki,” you stand up straight, and he pulls away a little, giving you more freedom. “JARVIS, I need you to turn on the audio of track…” you look aside, trying to remember the exact name of the track you personally uploaded to JARVIS’ memory circuits the night you realized who you are. Right now not telling anyone about the track and the recorded exorcism sounds like a fantastic idea. “Track 476. Maximum volume all around the base.”

“Yes, ma’am,” within seconds, the track is turned on, and the entire base is filled with extremely loud Dean’s voice, chanting the exorcism. He gave this track to you as a birthday gift (and you had it as a ringtone for a long while), and you have never been more grateful because the words are still not clear in your mind (at least their order is not).

“That was smart,” Loki chuckles, as you see on one of the screens (used by SHIELD to not control the Avengers) how Tony’s demon makes some loud screechy noises of an unhappy bat and slowly leaves the genius’ body, leaving his on the floor - a bit confused but perfectly healthy.

“Yeah... But not giving you the rings and tattoos was very reckless of me,” you shake your head. It was your responsibility to hand every Avenger the anti-possession ring. Or make tattoo. Or at least draw it on their clothes. “I just almost got Tony killed... Hunters are not trained to exorcise. They are taught time and time again to kill the demons no matter what.”

“So you killed people?”

“Yeah,” your voice is quiet and hesitant.

“And that’s why you did not want to see me any more?” you nod, and Loki bursts into laughter, pulling you closer and pressing his lips against your temple. “Love, you are dating one of the mega-villains on this universe. I do not get to judge you for murder.”

“Yes, but...”

“I do not care how many people you killed while trying to save thousands others. Don’t be stupid,” you blush and look away. “As long as you are staying with me, I will even get that stupid tattoo.”

“It’s not stupid.”

“Yeah, I am sure it’s not,” Loki chuckles softly, as Steve literally breaks into the room, looking more worried that anyone else on the base - even Tony looks more focused and calm, as he crawls into the room and smiles at you.

“Lord, Captain, what happened to you?” Stark fixes his hoodie to look completely normal and raises his eyebrow. “Discovered the powers of a microwave and are so excited to share?”

“What the hell was that thing? Dark cloud of matter coming from Stark? I saw it on one of the screens in the main hall, what the hell was that?” Steve suddenly looks at you, and you recall (very painfully) that he was not told about demons. Or supernatural. And that right now you will have the questionable pleasure of introducing the poor 40′s man into the world of soul-selling.

“The hell part was right,” Loki chuckles and takes a couple of steps back, together with Stark. “We will just let you chat... Discuss...”

Tagged: @memyselfandmaddox,  @one-big-dreamer, @leleleish

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      *   𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒕      //      repost,  don’t  reblog !

𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑺  :

FULL NAME.    regan wendy fisher. NICKNAME.    rae, reggae, reggie, reg, ray gun, eris the vigilante, eris, wannabe war goddess. GENDER.    agender, she/her, they/them pronouns. HEIGHT.    5′6″ AGE.    22. ZODIAC.    scorpio. SPOKEN LANGUAGES.    english (native, fluent), german (fluent), hebrew (fluent), greek (fluent), ancient greek (fluent), latin (fluent).

𝑷𝑯𝒀𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑺  :

HAIR  COLOR.     light to medium brown, wavy. EYE  COLOR.    forest green around her pupil, a bluer green towards the edge of her iris. thing ring of greyish blue and her entire iris. darker blue-green flecks throughout. SKIN  TONE.    pale peach. cool undertones. forearms slightly tanner than everything else. dry skin type. covered in freckles and moles, most notably on her face and arms. BODY  TYPE.    slim, well defined. obviously strong. not bulging muscles, but there is muscle definition. VOICE.    a little gravelly, medium pitch, very distinctive.  DOMINANT  HAND.     left handed. POSTURE.    stands tall, commands attention, very regal. SCARS.     most scars are on her legs, though a few on her forearms. mostly from fighting. bullet wound scar on both sides of her left shoulder (through and through). small scar of claw marks on her right hip that she hides. TATTOOS.    ll. on her left forearm (tribute to favourite band letlive.), minimalist golden gate bridge on her right side, feather on her right forearm, geometric scorpion with watercolours bleeding out of the lines, a lambda (Λ) on her inner left wrist, the hebrew word for love (אהבה) on her right arm above her sister’s name (morgan) in morgan’s handwriting, a daisy (morgan’s favourite flower) twisting around her name and the hebrew word. PIERCINGS.    two in each ear, industrial in her right. BIRTHMARKS.    no birthmarks, but has a mole on her lip. MOST  NOTICEABLE  FEATURE(S).    the mole on her lip, her eyes, her moles and freckles.

𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑫  :

PLACE  OF  BIRTH.    palo alto, california, usa. HOMETOWN.    san francisco, california, usa. SIBLINGS.   full siblings: ryland atticus fisher and morgan alice fisher. step / half siblings: veronica lucrezia dancy, vaughn aroldo dancy. adopted siblings: joanna victoria mills fisher dancy, otto gustav slaughter, abel umberto peter fisher dancy. maternal half sibling: annelies jane buckingham. paternal half siblings: michael samuel eaton and rebecca teagan coombs. PARENTS.     jolene naamah fisher (mother), ethan marcis singer (father), june sophia dancy (stepmother).

𝑨𝑫𝑼𝑳𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬  :

OCCUPATION.    grad student, restorer at famsf, volunteer at the contemporary jewish museum, self defence instructor. eris the vigilante. CURRENT  RESIDENCE.    san francisco, california. rents a house with her girlfriend valerie jane beauchamp and her best friend tobias wren carlisle and his girlfriend leah morelli. CLOSE  FRIENDS.    tobias wren carlisle (best friend, roommate, detective on her sister’s murder case), valerie jane beauchamp (girlfriend and best friend), bobbi yue xiao (best friend), annabella seo-yeon choi (best friend), nicolette darcy robbins (best friend), aj maya jared (close friend), fiona maeve buckner (new friend, but close). many others close friends as well. RELATIONSHIP  STATUS.    in her main verse (and in my book) she is dating valerie jane beauchamp and has been dating her for almost a year now. FINANCIAL  STATUS.    upper middle class. (her family are millionaires though.) DRIVER’S  LICENSE.     yes. passed on her first try. also has a motorcycle license. CRIMINAL  RECORD.     no. then again, she works closely with the police and helps them. VICES.    chainsmoking (hence the url), drinking.

𝑺𝑬𝑿 & 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬  :

SEXUAL  ORIENTATION.     pansexual pandemiromantic. PREFERRED  EMOTIONAL  ROLE.    submissive  |  dominant  |  switch   PREFERRED  SEXUAL  ROLE. submissive  |  dominant  |  switch LIBIDO.    medium. TURN  ON’S.    dirty talk, playful dirty talk, making out. TURN  OFF’S.    over possessiveness, objectifying. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.    regan’s first relationship is one she doesn’t talk about anymore. she personally doesn’t like having it mentioned. ever. it ended when he became possessive and abusive and assaulted her. since then she’s been careful and doesn’t enter a relationship carelessly. regan and valerie had been actively dating for months before she was comfortable calling her her girlfriend.

𝑴𝑰𝑪𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑬𝑶𝑼𝑺  :

CHARACTER’S  THEME  SONG.    you should see me in a crown // billie eilish. control & gasoline // halsey. counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums // a perfect circle. thank you for the venom // my chemical romance. cherry // itzy. HOBBIES  TO  PASS  TIME.    training, sparring. learning and studying. watching tv and movies. going to concerts. LEFT  OR  RIGHT  BRAINED.    a pretty even mix. PHOBIAS.    none. SELF  CONFIDENCE  LEVEL.    depends on what the confidence is for. in her ability to protect the people she loves? very low. (her sister is dead after all.) in being able to kill? extremely high. in general, though, below average. VULNERABILITIES.    her sister. her friends and family. physically her weaknesses are limited, due to her powers.

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝒀    —   i stole it bc im a thief. 𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮    —    anyone else whomst wanna be a thief too.