#John Denver was robbed

[artfulusername]

Today I learned that John Denver was excluded from "We Are the World" (a famous 80's charity tune featuring a who's who of the American music industry heavy hitters) because, in the words of the modern tongue, he didn't fit the vibe. He asked. They refused.

Y'all. The song has Willie Nelson. Did John Denver need to smoke pot or something to have been considered cool enough for the charity club? Jerks.

[abs0luteb4stard]

W A T C H I N G

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Fan Expo HQ signs Ghost Machine's creators for exclusive appearances

Fan Expo HQ signs Ghost Machine's creators for exclusive appearances #fanexpo

Fan Expo HQ and Ghost Machine—the recently launched creator-owned and operated media company from celebrated creators Brad Anderson, Jason Fabok, Gary Frank, Bryan Hitch, Geoff Johns, Rob Leigh, Lamont Magee, Francis Manapul, Brad Meltzer, Ivan Reis, Peter Snejbjerg, Peter J. Tomasi, and Maytal Zchut, published by Image Comics—has agreed to a series of exclusive appearances for the Ghost Machine…

[middlingmay]

I'm really curious about the runaway Gale AU! I would love to know more. How does he meet Bucky?

Hello! Thanks for the ask @avonne-writes. It always makes my absolute day whenever I see that other people like my AUs. I just like rambling, but it's nice that other people like to hear it.

And I figured what better way to answer your questions than post part 1 of my HCs for this AU. Enjoy! And rest assured, there will never be an AU I write where the Buckies don't meet ;)

Runaway!Gale AU

He wasn’t sure he could be classed as a runaway at eighteen. In a lot of places, eighteen-year-olds were fully responsible, independent adults in the eyes of the law. But Gale didn’t have that luck. Wouldn’t for another three years.

And one night that seemed like three years too long to live under the yoke of his parents.

To be home, an obedient, the rest of his life? Gale couldn't bear it.

He’d tried, like most teenagers, to carve out some identity as he grew. Heck, he’d tried to grow; tried to find his boundaries and tried to make new friends, but quickly found himself grounded. Tried to get a job, but they wouldn’t drive him there or give him bus fare. Wouldn’t let him get lessons to learn to drive.

Every, "No, Gale", "You have responsibilities here, Gale", "Why would you break your mother's heart like that, Gale", made his skin feel tighter, his blood hotter, his jaw and neck tenser, until he felt like he was going to combust and transform under the pressure to be who they wanted him to be, and it wasn't himself.

One day, he walked passed a recruiting office and by the time he blinked he was inside, talking to a uniformed officer and leaving with an application form tucked under his arm. He hid that application form for the US Air Force, to a career, an education and a purpose - all the things his parents had denied him - under his mattress.

Only, his dad had found it.

Gale came home from tending to the horses, the one chore he actually enjoyed, and headed to his room to wash up for dinner. When he opened the door, he saw the confetti of his last hope strewn over his bedroom floor, torn to shreds.

No one said anything at dinner and neither did he.

That night after his parents fell asleep, Gale packed his backpack full of clothes and, despite the guilt making his hands shale, grabbed a fistful of notes from his father’s secret stash and was on the first bus out of town.

It took him to Denver, Colorado.

It was a late bus, and he gets into Denver after the sun came up. He spends that first day wandering the streets. He spends as little as he can on a bite to eat, knowing he has to be sparing with his cash. He scopes to see what kind of 'help wanted' signs are in windows, but mostly, he just…walks. He goes wherever he wants to, on his own clock. He savours his first taste of freedom, of independence, slow. Like quality chocolate.

When evening comes he thinks about finding as cheap a room as possible. He stops a guy on the street and asks for directions to a motel. The guy looks him up and down but smiles friendly enough and directs him to Colfax Avenue.

Gale follows the directions as best he can, but he feels off the further he goes. He’s almost relieved when a complete stranger runs across the street, booming at him:

“BUCK!”

Gale doesn’t know what he looks like, but it can’t be good because by the time the man realise he’s got the wrong guy, he holds his palms up, placating, and asks Gale if he’s okay without even introducing himself.

And without introducing himself, Gale asks wide-eyed, for the first time in his entire life, “Please help me.”

John’s concern collapses into a smile - until he hears where Gale is heading.

“Well someone’s trying to get to robbed, stabbed or worse. Don’t you be going anywhere near there, buck.”

John helps Gale find a motel in a modest part of town and gives Gale his number in case he gets lost again. As Gale watches him walk away, he finally remembers -

“Gale!”

John whirls around. “Uh, no. John. Or Bucky.”

Gale blushes but grins small. “I’m Gale, dummy.”

[holdingpatternthings]

thoughts on loss

Here's a little thing I wrote 8 years ago when Alan Rickman passed.

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I was in high school, in 1989, when Graham Chapman died. Being a pseudo punk in the late 1980s, (or in any era, truthfully), meant that Monty Python was very important to me. I remember being sad and saying something to a friend of mine about it. I’ve thought about his reaction a lot over the years, because he was the first, but certainly not the last to question my reaction. He scoffed and asked why I didn’t care about the thousands of other people who had died that day. I was a junior in high school, but, I’m still happy with my response. I told him that I did care about the other people, but they didn’t have the same impact on me. Graham Chapman had made me laugh, and that was important.

Over the years, there have been more deaths that have hit me, and there have been more questions. Not many, but enough people have gently challenged me on it that my response has evolved. The thing is, it always surprises me. It’s surprising that someone would challenge my right to grief at all, but also confusing that there are people who don’t recognize the contributions that artists make to our life and how the loss of those artists could be painful to someone.

This has been a tough week for loss, first David Bowie and now Alan Rickman. Both have affected me, to different degrees, and I can see the ripples through the communities that I am a part of. Still there are the voices of people questioning the right to grief, and here is what I want to say to them. These people that have died, have been with us when we needed them. They have made us laugh and made us cry. They have been with us when we felt scared and alone. They have been there for us to turn to and have given us comfort when no one else did. Watching their performances, listening to their music, seeing their art, reading their words have gotten us through times filled with fear and brought us to times filled with great joy. Knowing that there won’t be a new thing from these artists is sad, and it should be sad.

I often wonder what Jim Henson would be creating now, what project Robin Williams would be working on, what Kurt Cobain would have done next, what Jim Croce or Buddy Holly or John Denver would have done 10 or 20 years after their deaths. When we lose artists too soon, we lose so much. When there is one less person to create new worlds for us to explore, the universe is robbed of those adventures and that is a great loss. Artists connect with people in different ways, and that in no way minimizes other deaths, but be mindful of the fact that people touch people in ways both small and profound, even if those two people never really met.

[meinewellemeinstrand]

2, 4, 6, 8, 10 for the three songs ask 😘

Hi 🥰

2. three last songs you listened to

Übers Meer, Nass and Schweiss by Till Lindemann

4. three songs that you know thanks to your parents

I know this is a super well-known song but when I was a child this is the song my dad would put on when driving me to volleyball practice.

6. three songs you wish you could erase from history (because they're terrible)

Those shitty latin songs, all of them. Please take that shit away from my poor ears. Remember I am forced to listen to that shit every day for the whole summer, when you wonder why I am like this. Also anything by Pinguini Tattici Nucleari.

8. three songs that remind you most of summer and vacation

10. three favourite Halloween/spooky songs

[yther]

I think my kind of music may not be your taste 😅

I encourage the challenge! I mean, I love John Denver, Les Baxter and Rob Zombie... just in very different ways.

[nat-20s]

okay under the read more is the rough draft of the first page of my novel. Blease let me know if this is licherally anything luv

Chapter 1:

In which Anya Antov is taken home, country roads1

Anya was well aware that most people did not regard cryptid hunting as a serious endeavor. Anya was even more aware that the few people that did regard cryptid hunting as a serious endeavor had an unfortunately large overlap with people that tended to believe that “ancient aliens” were involved in the creation of the pyramids and/or that amethyst can cure your Gout. When she had her druthers, she would largely avoid those people.

The sweet spot, in her humble opinion, were people that were like her, simultaneous enthusiasts and non-believers. She loved the “ghost hunters” that found and fixed gas leaks all while hoping that maybe this time it really is a poltergeist. She loved the “tarot readers” that were in it to get people talking about their issues rather than take advantage of (false) spirituality for people’s cash2. Most of all she loved people who, like herself, didn’t think Bigfoot was any more than a guy in a suit but thought it would be sick as HELL if they3 were more than a guy in a suit.

This was...not that easy to explain, especially when it took up so much of her time and cold hard cash4.

So she didn’t!

When asked about her job, she told the truth and said remote boring IT job.

When asked about her hobby, she said ‘extreme birdwatching5’. She did not elaborate on what made it extreme.

When asked why she wanted to interview locals (usually by said locals), she said she was doing a thesis on modern folklore across North America, specifically ones that were not considered tied to a specific culture. This was almost true. She was not doing a thesis as much as making posts on a ten year old wordpress account for all ten people that regularly followed her exploits. She neither had an anthropology degree nor could afford to pursue one.

The modern folklore thing was legitimate though.

That was her dirty secret. The term “cryptid hunter”, though succinct and, hmm, evocative6,felt wildly inaccurate. For one, she wasn’t hunting shit. She has no intentions to harm, capture, eat the meat of, or mount a trophy of any cryptid if she did, somehow, run into one. Her neck was not incredibly thick like Gaston.

1Anya, much like John Denver, neither lives in nor is from West Virginia

2And for cool themed art. Tarot really went Off with the potential for themed art.

3Bigfoot is almost always referred to as “he” even though in the famous footage he clearly had large mammaries (Big-foot? More like...Bi-ddies). Bigfoot is one of the most famous transmascs of all time.

4Her ass is not carrying cash. The last time she carried enough cash to pay for anything more than a slightly fancy drink was when she was a sixteen and working at an amusement park. By some miracle, she was never robbed after getting handed a weekly envelope with $400 semi-legal tender in it. Don’t work at an amusement park. Especially one that has a 30% of being a money laundering scheme. Actually, scratch that, if it was a money laundering scheme it likely would’ve had better management. She would rather work for the mob than Barbara any day.

5And really, what WAS searching for the Jersey Devil if not extreme birdwatching.

6Not in the ways she wanted, but evocative nonetheless.

[ricardian-werewolf]

It's 3 am in where I live and I'm thinking about what songs I would put into my playlist before I travel back in time to the night before the Battle of Bosworth and listen with RIII. Sad stuff mostly..

1. Viva La Vida by Coldplay (I know it'd be kinda cheesy)

2. Annie's Song by John Denver

3. Into My Arms by Nick Cave (a bit blasphemous?? But who cares at that point)

4. Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby and K. by Cigarettes After Sex

Also I would bring cigarettes. I dont smoke usually but this is a special occasion. We would go outside of Richard's tent (he wouldn't want us to smoke inside), and I would bring a few iPods with cabled earphones (yk the old ones before airpods became the norm bc I love the feeling of sitting side by side with my buddy and sharing them). Richard, Dick Ratcliffe, Francis Lovell, Rob Percy, yk the usual crew.. we would go behind the tent somewhere away where I'd not be notice since I'm a time traveller with iPods. And we would hang out for a while. I'd also bring a cheap plastic singing baby toy to scare the absolute shit out of them.

What about you?

Hmmm! So to answer the first part of your question, I actually have a Richard playlist:

But secondly, I wouldn’t interract, not directly. I’d be too nervous and too upset because I’d be so bowled over from being in our current year to 1485. I’d probably just go and sit outside his tent in the torch-lit dark and cry and listen to him plan, knowing it all to be a damn awful waste.

If there’s anything I’d bring with me it’s the Sunne in Splendour, to show him that his life carries on after he dies and that there are people like me still taking up the banner in the name of Richard of Gloucester to this day.

I’d probably mainly shadow Richard and the gang unless they noticed me and I wasn’t chased out based on my gender and obvious gothic look. Then I’d just pass my books off and have a glass of wine and then leave again before dawn.

[suugrbunz]

꒰ Band of Brother Characters Taste in Music ꒱

Dick Winters— Jazz music is his jam... I could see him enjoying Laufey or Nat King Cole

Lewis Nixon— Either has a similar taste to Winters or he's listening to alternative. Might listen to Lana Del Rey.

Ronald Speirs— Folk Rock... Think of Sedona by Houndmouth or maybe Not Dead Yet by Lord Huron.

Harry Welsh— Probably loves music from the 70s... You could catch him singing to Fleetwood mac or Carly Simon.

Carwood Lipton— he listens to all kinds of music... Old, new, um classical. if he likes it, he will listen to it.

Edward Shames— Klezmer or nigun; He's a mensch.

John Martin—Whatever the radio plays, he isn't picky. He just doesn't enjoy hard rock or certain country music(that's about beer & girls).

Floyd Talbert— It's giving Mac Demarco, TV Girl, Backseat Lovers, maybe Gorillaz.. I don't know if he's a red flag or not.

Bill Guarnere— Alternative Rock; I'm leaning towards Punk by Gorillaz. Though, if he were to have a guilty pleasure song it'd be Mamma Mia by Abba.

Joe Toye— I'm thinking Metal or heavier rock in general though he definitely has guilty pleasure songs. His favourite metal song is Dragula by Rob Zombie. The guilty pleasure song is definitely Brutal by Olivia Rodrigo. He also listens to Lana del Rey, Marina, and Paramore.

Don Malarkey— His favourite band is the strokes, trust me. He also enjoys The Libertines and Franz Ferdinand. Just trust me on this, okay?

Lynn Compton— Wasn't he kind of athletic? If so he definitely has a workout playlist that's full of either really hyper-feminine music or 90s rock.

Ralph Spina— He loves music from the 60s-70s... Southern Nights by Glen Campbell is one of his favourite songs.

Eugene Roe— @chaosklutz helped with this one; Jazz. I could imagine him listening to Let's call the whole thing off by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong.

Babe Heffron—Indie pop or Indie rock... Hes an avid listener of lovejoy. He also listens to Hozier from time to time.

Shifty Powers— Folk... He's from Virginia but if I remember correctly it's a rural area. He definitely likes John Denver and The Oh Hellos.

Joseph Liebgott— Klezmer the folk music of Ashki Jews!! Example; Dona Dona by Nikitov. On the other hand, I could see him listening to alternative/indie like Blur or haim.

George Luz— Classic Rock or Indie Pop— Think talking heads or wallows. However, he definitely loves some cher songs and donna summers.

Bull Randleman— It's giving rock but not heavy... He's not like Toye or Guarnere. I'm thinking of Cheaptrick or maybe Aerosmith.

Skinny Sisk—Probably listens to a playlist that's a mixture of pop, rock, and rap. It's giving red flag.

Frank Perconte— He definitely listens to the fratellis and the maccabees... I mean they have a song called Toothpaste Kisses...

Warren Muck— he listens to anything but he tends to favour the 80s. He loves Come On Eileen but also 500 miles? He'd play that whilst in the car with Penkala and Malarkey.

Alex Penkala— Don't ask me why but I think he'd listen to new wave. Think Duran Duran, Blondie, or B-52s. He might listen to the ramones from time to time.

David Webster— Whilst studying Webster has definitely chosen classical as his go to. He's a big fan of Saint-Saens and Tchaikovsky. However, when listening to music on the radio he prefers something a bit more quiet... His taste clashes with Toye and Guarnere. Though, I could see him trying to act as if listening to the smiths is really underrated. As if they're some underground band.

Edward Tipper— I think he likes 60s pink Floyd... Like See Emily Play Pink Floyd. He might also enjoy The Beatles or The Stone Roses. Like Rock that borders being pop.

[steelthroat]

5, 7, 9, 14, :)

Hiiiii thanks for the ask and for the patience :3

Sooooo

5: A song that should be listened full volume/loud

ALL OF THEM... but if I had to pick a couple I'd say Dragula by Rob zombie, NOOKIE by limp bitzkit or Hysteria by Self deceptionud

7: a song that needs to be played while driving:

mhhh Walk by Sam tinnez, Eagles and horses by john denver and Africa by toto. And huh I'd also say many songs from movies, like idk epic orchestra etc

9: song that makes me think about life

mh this one is Italian, Cheyenne by Francesca Michelin that mes me think about life in a melancholic way and Una giornata uggiosa by Lucio battisti, which makes me think about life but in a happy way. And viva la Vida by Coldplay which I associate to my childhood and it also makes me think about life in a hopeful way

14: a song that I want played at my wrdding

huh... dear fellow traveler by sea wolf or bad idea by girl in red

[daggerzine]

Throwback Thursday #58!- Dressy Bessy- Pink Hearts Yellow Moons (1999- Kindercore)

Though this long-running Denver indie rock outfit, led by longtime couple vocalist/guitarist Tammie Ealom and guitarist John Hill (who had been in the Apples in Stereo) are still at it releasing records, this debut long-player from 1999, is still my favorite by them. The band formed in 1996 and had a few singles before this debut LP appeared. So Ealom, Hill along with the rhythm section of Darren Albert and Rob Greene (who sadly passed away a few years back) crafted a terrific little debut record here!

With 11 songs clocking in at just under 30 minutes the songs are a sugar rush of fuzzed-out guitars, bouncy rhythms, and hooks a plenty. Cuts like the choppy, fun “Lookaround,”  the Briggs & Stratton guitar of the great “Little TV,” the psych bounce of “Jenny Come On,” and the Kinks-ish “Extra-Ordinary” are just a few of the corkers on here. You want more? Don’t miss other ones like “Big Vacation” or “I Found Out.”

The record is just simply a blast from start to finish and every self-respecting indie popster truly needs to have this one in their collection.

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[semicoloncancer]

Of pandesal fame;

The corner of Chico and Anonas has always been the busiest part of this quiet neighborhood. There wasn’t much to boast about this place but the one bakery that most people believe to have the best pandesal in the world. That’s an exaggeration but you wouldn’t want to hear other people say it themselves. One other bakery in competition has dimmer lights and its metal gate closed all the time seemingly uninviting or at most exclusive to its patrons. I have no way of knowing. I have lived my life in these streets for three decades before I had to move away.

All my childhood friends have moved away earlier than I have. To where, they never told me. Half of them moved to the province. The computation of my friends moving away is easy because the actual half are siblings of 5 boys alphabetically named making it easier to remember their name. For some reason, I can’t even remember any one of them. The other half are two more sets of brothers. A twin and another 3-sibling set all of which I remember the names of. It’s not important to this story. There are at least two important things why I mentioned this: one, is that I’m the only person in the friend group that doesn’t have any sibling (I do, but we’ll get there); and two, that for every about five years, my number of friends decline (from ten, to five, to two, to one, to none).

I do have siblings, though. One 10 years older and another 2 years younger. The relationship dynamics have always been weird and it was never discussed by our parents why it’s such the case. How could they have waited for 9 years before me and just waited one after. This made it harder for me to drag my brothers into the circle of friends I had growing up. One that my older brother is too old for us to hang out with. Another I felt has robbed the attention from me right away from when he was born. Given our age gaps, there’s no order to our names unlike my other friends. My older brother’s name is Denver, like the city in Colorado; the younger one is Neil. My name is John Paul. As boring as it sounds. In my years of growing up, I have thought of so many theories about our names as to exclude myself from the three of us, one of which: is that both of them are named after famous musicians, John Denver and Neil Young. But that includes one of my names, so it’s not as satisfying as what I aim it to be. These are just small instances of my urge to leave everything. The only problem is that everyone has left before I have, even if I have already been gone for four years. Denver left first, given his age and his readiness to start his family. (Was he actually ready?) Neil and his genius of a brain moved to Germany as an exchange student and has roamed Europe to his heart’s content only coming back home every couple of years or so. My parents are dead.

My father died when Neil was only 12 years old. I mention this first because I was 13 and I have associated this to my unlucky age number to have been the reason my father had to die. My mother has garnered a total of 3 step-parents in the span of another 13 years, another unlucky number that I have thought I have already accepted and let go of to not blame myself for my fatherlessness. Two of my early step-parents are men born out of poor choices until my mother discovered a never-thought-fork-in-the-road path of lesbian romance. Of course the men left. But my step-mother stayed for a couple more years until we decided to leave the house my mother died in. The adults will never be named in this story (I know their names unlike the childhood friends I lost way earlier in my life).

To where I left my hometown, a Chico street exists but not an Anonas. The pandesal is clearly not as good. I remember growing up having run the streets a million times playing games with the sibling-ful friend group I have with the lack of children in the streets of another fruit tree. It took me about 2 more years since my step-mother left the house even if I promised her I would leave when she does so we can finally complete the process of grieving from my mother’s death. It wasn’t a complete break of a promise, though. I have packed a lot of the things I wanted to bring along from this now empty house. Boxes of plates that I know I will never use. Different styles of pants from my younger years that I said I will get to the size but may never will. Notebooks my family and friends have given but still had no pen ink in them because I was too lazy to journal. My yearbook. My old family pictures. My father’s favorite fedora. My mother’s favorite shawl. Neilleft me a few things. Denver took everything he could. In the two more years that I extended my stay, I have continued to be alone. I had no complaints but I have never thought that the people that I got too busy for have now moved on, from my life and from this world. I have no obligations anymore but those obligations have always been part of who I am as much as this loneliness is.

I bring up the bakery at the corner of Chico and Anonas because since I have left where I grew up from, I haven’t been back until today, about 11 years since I left. About 13 years since my mother died, I just realized. I had no idea why because the son of the owner of the house carefully asked me not to ask about it until I came back. I respect his entire family a lot and I know they won’t ask for a favor if they could help it. A little sacrifice of restraint will not pain me so much in the 3 days that I had to wait. Having lived in an archipelago all my life, I never had the urge to aboard a plane to where I have spent a lot of time in, and spending more energy in the new place I uprooted my (inexistent) life made much more sense since I have nothing to go back to anyway. The family paid for my two-way plane ticket from their estate, I suppose. For my trip, I only assumed that he would just like to talk about the recent passing of his only remaining parent and that there have been some items left to my name. In a sense, I am not completely wrong. No matter what happened, they said, they would do anything to talk to any remaining members of their favorite tenant and family they have ever come to know. Long story short, the house I grew up, is not up for rent anymore but is now for sale. I missed the big sign on the gate, I told them. Might it be fortunate or not for me that the reason they flew back home was to offer me the house. I am not in any way heir to the home. Just, the heir to the first offer to be sold the house to. It is their parent’s dying wish. I got an offer price exclusive to me. All I had to do was agree to them. It turns out, I have enough savings to do so with just the right amount left to live comfortably in the next 5 years. As if they have asked my bank without my permission to know if their minimum was achievable by the offer heir.

I said I’ll think about it. I have a roundtrip ticket. Had they thought to just get me a one-way ticket (to which I would’ve said no, or have booked a return flight right away) I might have said yes after a few more hours of reminiscing about the very same living room I knew growing up. They gave me a couple of weeks to think about it which they scrapped and extended to a month. Much like me, they have no reason to rush any more. So I will think about it. I promised them again, much like my restraint. This time, I am needed to let go of it.

The corner of Chico and Anonas has always been the busiest part of this quiet neighborhood. There wasn’t much to boast about this place but the one bakery that most people believe to have the best pandesal in the world. I didn’t buy.

[suzy-queued]

Spotify on Repeat

Thanks for the tag, @krysmiss!

Shuffle your ON REPEAT playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, tag 10 people

Shia LeBeouf by Rob Cantor

Turn the Lights Off by Tally Hall

Hell and You by Amigo the Devil

Rule #4 - Fish in a Birdcage by Fish in a Birdcage

I'm Gonna Win by Rob Cantor

Providence by Poor Man's Poison

A Lady by Tally Hall

Calypso by John Denver

Lonely Day by System of a Down

Story of my Life from Shrek the Musical (my son just got cast as Pinocchio!)

I'll tag ... @creepkinginc @deathclassic @energievie @gingit-cake

[tozierstache]

@lefthandedleague tagged me to shuffle my On Repeat playlist and post the first ten tracks:

Speed of Life - David Bowie

My Ass Is A Dumptruck (My Thighs Are Also Dumptrucks) - The Narcissist Cookbook

Making Love Out of Nothing At All - Air Supply

Kaikai Kitan - Eve

C'est La Vie - Bob Seger

The Eagle and the Hawk - John Denver

She Keeps Me Up - Nickelback

Never Knew Love - Rick Astley

Doombop! - The Toxhards

Smooth (feat. Rob Thomas) - Santana

tagging uuuuhhhhhhhhh @jermarvin @tuba-tastic @cosmic-jeongyeon

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (5-11 Mar 2023)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😊 The Home For The Holidays Job (aurora_atalanta) - 61K, Leverage OT3 AU inspired by that 'fake date' craigslist ad - Eliot-focused & cute

😊 Inside the River (yeaka) - 44K, Spirk, canon-divergent arranged marriage AU - loved the setup for this

😍👂‍The Return Of The King (The Lord of the Rings #3) (J.R.R. Tolkien, author; Andy Serkis, narrator) - I even did appendices A and B, with Andy reading it to me 😆

🥰 wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name (DotyTakeThisDown) - 57K, Steddie AU - Eddie's a professional Dungeon Master (of the kink kind) who takes Steve as a client - good stuff!

💖💖 +91K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

The difference between a poem and a love letter (thismomentintime) - Stranger Things: steddie, 5K - super adorable meet cute!

Mission Impossible (AggressiveWhenStartled) - MCU: shrunkyclunks, 20K - very funny

The Truth Shall Make Ye Fret (laiqualaurelote) - Ted Lasso: trent/ted, 20K - absolutely delightful post-s2 canon-divergent getting together fic

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Maine Cabin Masters - s7, e9

Schitt's Creek - all s1 & s2, e1-2

Ted Lasso - s1, e1-5

Hot Ones - Pedro Pascal

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

ICYMI Plus - The Internet Hates Hogwarts Legacy

Into It - Are the Oscars Into Blockbusters?

Endless Thread - Return of the Aunties

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Ouija Board 7-Eleven

Vibe Check - Everything Has Led to This

ICYMI Plus - The Internet Should Be Fun

⭐It's Been a Minute - Marilyn Monroe was more than just 'Blonde'

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Big Apple Inn

⭐Switched on Pop - How John Denver got huge in Asia

The Sporkful - Should Fine Dining Exist?

Song Exploder - Kenny Beats "Still"

Ologies with Alie Ward - Detroitology (DETROIT) with Aaron Foley

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Dedan Kimathi Post Office Tree

99% Invisible #420 - The Lost Cities of Geo Redux

Into It - What If 'Top Gun: Maverick' Wins Best Picture? And Other Oscars Predictions

Endless Thread - Owl pursuits

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - More Wonders in Your Backyard

Richmond Til We Die: A Ted Lasso Podcast - Ted Lasso S2E12: You Gotta Follow Your Bliss, Right?

Our Opinions Are Correct - Episode 125: Silicon Valley vs. Science Fiction, Part I

You're Dead To Me - Vital Electricity

Off Menu - Ep 182: Joe Cornish

🎶 MUSIC ����

The Very Best Of Chicago (Only The Beginning) [Chicago]

Hair Metal Hedonists

Rob Zombie

Past Selves [Sub-Radio]

Heavy Industry

I ❤️ Heart

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