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Mad Season - Long Gone Day 1995
Mad Season was an American rock supergroup formed in 1994 as a side project of members of other bands in the Seattle grunge scene. The band's principal members included guitarist Mike McCready of Pearl Jam, lead singer Layne Staley of Alice in Chains, drummer Barrett Martin of Screaming Trees, and bassist John Baker Saunders. Mad Season released only one album, Above, in March 1995. Its first single, "River of Deceit", was a radio success, and Above was certified a gold record by the RIAA in June. The band went on a semi-permanent hiatus in 1996 due to the band members' conflicting schedules and Staley's problems with substance abuse. Attempts were made in the late 1990s to revive the group with Screaming Trees frontman Mark Lanegan instead of Staley, and material for a follow-up release to Above had been worked on. The band permanently dissolved in 1999 following the death of bassist John Baker Saunders from a drug overdose. Staley would also die from an overdose three years later. Martin and McCready have since made two short partial reunions, one in 2012 and one from 2014 to 2015. A special edition box set containing a remastered edition of Above and various unreleased material was released in March 2013.
"Long Gone Day" was released in 1995 as the third single from Above. Mark Lanegan contributed vocals and additional lyrics to the song, which also featured saxophonist Skerik as well. "Long Gone Day" is possibly the band's most experimental song, as it takes influence from genres as diverse as jazz, progressive rock, classic rock, and blues.
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wake up by mad season / youngest daughter by superheaven / been a son by nirvana / coming clean by green day / daughter by pearl jam / here is no why by the smashing pumpkins / scum by lovejoy / born of a broken man by rage against the machine / make it stop (septembers children) by rise against
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Layne, ‘91
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Awwww, so tiny<333
Little Layne at Christmas ❤️
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Mad Season 3
Warnings: non/dubcon, social anxiety, chronic illness, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker
Summary: a class project gets messy. (short!reader)
Note: happy weekend.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️
“Hey, how’d you get in?” Peter rushes in, a tray of drinks in hand.
You pop up on the stool, broken from your trance. Uncertain what else to do, you spent much of your time trying to distract yourself with his schematics. You twist to face him.
“Um, Bucky,” you answer and cringe at home dumb you sound. “He helped.”
“Bucky? Helpful?” He nears and puts the cardboard tray on the table, “I guess he can be.” He picks at the edge of the tray, “I got you a blueberry matcha. The place I hit didn’t have strawberry in season anymore.”
“Oh, sounds... interesting, but you--”
“Didn’t have to. I know, you always say so but I felt bad for being so late. I told may to get an airtag for her wallet. She can be so--” he stops himself and chuckles. “It’s whatever. She’s got a lot going on.”
“Mhm,” you accept the cup he offers. “I was just looking over the plans. I think we could probably just go with yours. Makes more sense.”
“What? Oh, no way,” he takes his iced whatever. It just looks like layers of sugar and cream. “I think we could easily bring together both. Take some of your features and mine. I don’t want to take over.”
“Yeah, but...”
“But nothing. Really. It’s a team project, not my project,” he insists as he hops up on the stool next to you, “so,” he swipes his hand in the air and a holographic screen appears. You flinch. “Let’s compare and redraw.”
You gape as another floating rectangle appears before him. No wonder his look so much better than your Paint hack job. You want to sink down and disappear. You always figured you’re not interesting enough to be his friend but now you’re certain you might be too stupid and poor for him too.
“So, I’m going to get logged in...” he mutters.
“Um, Peter?” You murmur, “are you sure you wanna be my partner?”
“Why... wouldn’t I?” He hovers his hand before the screen as he looks at you.
“I dunno. I don’t... I don’t have much to offer. Not a lab, not all these cool computers...”
“Oh this? No, it’s not—it's not a big deal. Dude, I'm so lucky Mr. Stark is letting me use this. I’m not ignorant, you know? I just thought it would be easier. I don’t think your roommates like me much and mine are so loud.” he explains as he lowers his arm, crossing both over the table as he leans on it. “Do you not want to be my partner?”
“Nnnooo,” you drag the word out. “No, I do, but I want to contribute to and I don’t know how to use any of this.”
“That’s cool. I’ll show you.”
“Um, okay,” you nibble your lip sheepishly. “I guess...”
“Did you try the tea? Is it good?” He changes the subject. He does that a lot. Pivots around before you can finish your thoughts.
“Not yet,” you look down at the bright pink lid, “where did you get this?”
“Some place called Berry? I don’t know. Everything was bright. You’d hate it,” he laughs again. “Oh,” he snaps his fingers as you blow into the lid cautiously. “Before I forget, I’m having a party. I know it’s not really your thing but it’s ‘my turn’,” he makes quotations with his fingers, “and I don’t really wanna but I also thought I'd invite you in case you wanted to not be there with me, too.”
Your blink in surprise, “a party?”
“I know, too much. Well, I didn’t wanna leave you out.”
“Mmm,” you drone nervously. It is really nice of him to think of you and after everything else, you hate to say no. “No one ever invited me to a party.”
“No?” His brow furrows, “really?”
You shake your head, “I’ll come. Yeah. I’ll try. You know, it’s college and ...” you take a sip and clear your throat, “should I bring a dessert?”
He laughs and gives you a playful grudge, “wow, I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone ask me that except my aunt’s friends. Nope, you can just come as you are. You can always bring some drinks for yourself but I’ll have more than enough to share.”
“Oh, okay,” you nod.
“The tea good?” He asks again.
“Yeah, sweet,” you put the cup down.
“Awesome!” He grins. “I really didn’t think you’d come. I’m so excited.”
“Really?” You ask.
“Well, duh. You’re so fucking cool. Like all my other friends, they try so hard. It’s all ‘let’s go do shots’ or ‘watch me do this dumb shit’. You don’t even try, you’re just you. It’s like people don’t realize they can just be nice and be cool for just that.”
“I... yeah,” you don’t know what to say.
It’s like he’s calling you boring but not. You know you are and you don’t mind but you can’t ever remember when you just felt like everyone else. Where you weren’t the odd one out. Despite trying to include you, Peter still manages to push you to the edges.
You wince as you notice how he stares at you. You fidget and pick at the button on the front of your corduroy skirt. His eyes flick down to the nervous movement.
“I like that,” he reaches to touch the ridged fabric, “blue. Oh, thick.”
Your leg twitches in surprise, “uh, yeah... found it at the student thrift shop.”
“Really?” His fingers brush over the hem and touch your coloured tights. They linger for a moment before he pulls away. “Cute. I’ve never been there.”
“It’s not bad...” you cross your legs as you knee tingles from his touch. That was strange.
“Well, anyway,” he waggles his fingers as he turns back to the table, “uh, where was I?” He squints at the screens and taps in the air. He pauses and looks at you. “Here, I’ll show you how it work, alright?”
He reaches over again and you brace yourself. He grabs the underside of the stool seat and drags you closer. He it so easily, you gasp. He’s a lot stronger than he looks. He slides his hand around so his arm is diagonal around your back.
“Right, so...” his shoulder presses to you as he points with his other arm, “you can just use your finger. I’ll have to add your prints to the program. Put your hands up.”
You obey as he stays close. You’re overly away of it. The way he’s pressed to you. He doesn’t seem to notice at all. You try not to think of it and focus on his instructions. The project. That’s why you’re here.
#peter parker#dark peter parker#dark!peter parker#peter parker x reader#bucky barnes#dark bucky barnes#dark!bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#mad season#series#drabble#au#winter soldier#spider-man#avengers#marvel#mcu
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📸 Paul Hernandez
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Jerry Cantrell's Cheshire Cat leather jacket
Pictures 1,2,3,4 taken at the MoPOP, Seattle
Picture 5 Jerry and Mike Starr in LA, 1989
Picture 6 Jerry in LA, 1989
#jerry cantrell#90s grunge#alice in chains#sean kinney#layne#layne staley#mad season#mike inez#mike starr#aic
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August 22, 1967
happy birthday layne!! you were supposed to be 57
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Layne’s eyes compilation 🤍✨
#alice in chains#mad season#layne staley#rock#90s#grunge#aic#eyes#so beautiful 🥹#i’m so 🥹🥹🥹#baby blue eyes#legend#metal#angel#heavy metal#hard rock#metal hellsinger#layne thomas staley#60s 70s 80s 90s#vintage#aethestic#90s grunge#90s icons#aww#cutie#beautiful#his eyes#perfection#🌠#queue
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August 22d
happy birthday layne <3
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layne on the cover of the pandemonium magazine
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Mad Season 2
Warnings: non/dubcon, social anxiety, chronic illness, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker
Summary: a class project gets messy. (short!reader)
Note: yes I'm being irresponsible.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️
‘So sorry I’m running behind. May forgot her wallet’. You reread Peter’s message for the fifth time and check the time under the bubble. More than forty minutes ago. He has to be close.
You thought of checking but you don’t want to pressure him. Besides, he is doing a favour by bringing you to Stark Tower to let you use the space with him. You turn and pace along the wall, out of the way of the New York pedestrians who wouldn’t even notice if you got underfoot.
You thought of waiting in the lobby but that’s too much. You focus on breathing. You feel alright for the moment, but a few times, you’ve reached for your inhaler just out of habit.
“Hey,” a voice draws you out of your mounting anxiety, bringing you back down to just above neutral. “Door’s open, you know?”
You face Bucky as he holds open of the many glass doors.
You nod and teeter on your heels. “I know, sir. Just waiting.”
“Bucky,” he corrects you. Like last time. Oops. “Waiting on the kid?” You gesture affirmatively again. He waves you over casually with a gloved hand, “come on. I can get ya into the lab.”
“Mm, ahem,” you clear your throat, it’s getting tight. You get closer as the noise of the street makes it hard to hear your own thoughts. “That’s nice but I said I’d wait here.”
“Busy,” he comments and his eyes roll around derisively. “Should be out here on the street. Let the kid know you’ll be upstairs.”
There’s no arguing with him, not that you would ever dare. You’re not afraid of him. Maybe intimidated but who doesn’t make you feel small. No, he’s Bucky Barnes, an Avenger. You have no ground to tell him no. Besides, he’s being nice even if his tone remains mostly indifferent.
“Thanks, s—Bucky,” you muster a tight-lipped smile.
He holds the door and you flit in ahead of him, your wool jacket flapping and brushing against him. He follows. You hurry ahead then stop short as you realise you don’t know where you going. As you do, a man in a suit huffs and nearly knocks you over with his arm.
“Watch it, little girl.” He sneers.
“Hey,” Bucky catches him by his tie, “what’d you say to the lady?”
You spin around in shock, rubbing your arm at the suddenness of it all.
“N-nothing, I--” the man blinks in fear. “Nothing, she just got in my way.”
“You knocked into her and you can’t say sorry?” Bucky pulls him closer, glaring at him with a furrow of his nose.
“N-no,” the man shows his palms, “no.”
“Look at her. She’s half your size, pal. You think she could hurt you?”
“No, no, look, I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” The man sputters.
“Not to me,” Bucky slides his hand down the man’s tie and pulls him like a dog on a leash toward you, “her.”
The man blanches and gulp, “look, miss, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you. I shouldn’t have... I should look where I’m going.”
“Good boy,” Bucky’s snarl comes close to a smirk as he lets the man go and taps his cheek lightly. “Go.”
He shoves the man by the shoulder and you bat your eyes dumbly. You watch him go as Bucky looms close. You look at him and reach for your bag. You unzip the pouch at the end of the thin strap and pull out your inhaler. You take a puff.
His expression softens, “oh, is that me?”
You shake your head, “too many people.”
“Ah, right,” he points toward the elevators.
You follow him as he bulldozes through the bodies and pushes the button. You stop beside him and fidget with your inhaler. You peek over at him again. He looks down at you and you wince.
“Sorry... I...”
“People usually only stare when I got the arm out,” he shrugs. “I got something on my face? Damn beard catches.”
Brushes his fingers over the thicket of hair across his jaw. You shake your head again.
“S-sorry. I... I...” you sniff as the doors open and he beckons you ahead of him. You scurry on and he follows as a slow pace. He spins and jabs the buttons.
“Thanks for... for helping.”
“Not at all,” he says. Silence rises with the elevator. He coughs. “You know, I had a buddy with ashthma. Still my buddy but he don’t got the asthma no more.”
He snorts. You mull his words. You think know who he means.
“The stuff or whatever... got rid of it?” You ask meekly.
“Yeah, the stuff. Serum. Poison,” he scoffs.
“Oh,” you hum.
“Guess I take it for granted. Never had to worry about much of the being sick part. Sister did. Yeah, she used to always have something,” he clicks his tongue. “Tell me when to shut up.”
“No, no, I wouldn’t... wouldn’t ever,” you stutter.
Another lulls fills the elevator as it opens, but the tension remains trapped inside. He points you out first and waits to trail after you. You come out onto the floor. You vaguely recognise some of the acrylic decor and the stiff looking chairs but you don’t know where to go.
“Left,” he directs you with a gentle caress down your sleeve. “Easy to get lost when you don’t waste your life here."
You let him guide you. You’d lose yourself without him. It’s exactly why you’d been out on the street.
That reminds you of Peter. You reach for your bag again and pull out your phone. You check for a message.
“Kid standing a nice gal like you up?” He asks.
You flinch, “uh, no, his aunt... there was an emergency.”
“More important than you, huh?” He pivots and presses his finger to the keypad. The door opens.
“I don’t... I don’t know. It’s not a big deal.”
He looks at you, his eyes narrowing, “you’re not a big deal?”
“No, waiting isn’t... isn’t that bad,” you stammer. “Uh, thanks, again.”
“Well, you know, in my day, we treated ladies with respect. Let me know if the kid needs a lesson or two,” he taps the doorframe. “I’ll check in, just in case.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I know I don’t,” he says. “Go on,” he nods through the door.
You don’t hesitate. You enter the lab with another thanks, eager to have some time to yourself. You go to the table and untangle your knapsack. You look back just as the door starts to slide shut. You only get a glimpse of his eyes before he’s blocked out by the metal barrier. You can feel his gaze staining you.
You know it must be all in your head but he is so intense. Not as angry as last time but still... a lot.
#peter parker#bucky barnes#dark peter parker#dark bucky barnes#dark!peter parker#dark!bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#peter parker x reader#series#drabble#mad season#mcu#marvel#avengers#spider-man#winter soldier#captain america
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Phil Anselmo & Layne Staley
#pantera#phil anselmo#aline in chains#mad season#layne staley#90s#90's#heavy metal#metal#grunge/alternative#grunge/ heavy metal#groove metal#usa
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Saw this on Facebook
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Diamond Lie flyer, 1988
Thanks Brian Naron
#jerry cantrell#90s grunge#alice in chains#sean kinney#layne#layne staley#mad season#mike inez#mike starr#aic#diamond lie#glamster#glam rock#glam metal#big hair
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