#Radio Rock: Stray Cats

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Stray Cats Radio Rock: Stray Cats 2014 Sunflash ————————————————— Tracks: 01. You Can’t Hurry Love 02. Stray Cat Strut 03. Somethin’ Else 04. Runaway Boys 05. Rumble in Brighton 06. Rock This Town 07. Rev It up & Go 08. Oh Boy 09. Lonely Summer Nights 10. Jeanie, Jeanie, Jeanie 11. Important Words 12. Foggy Mountain Breakdown 13. Fishnet Stockings 14. Drink That Bottle Down 15. Double Talkin’ Baby 16. C’mon Everybody 17. Built for Speed 18. Baby Blue Eyes —————————————————

Slim Jim Phantom

Lee Rocker

Brian Setzer

* Long Live Rock Archive

[yaqamole]

Hizashi is such a good character and yet we get so little of him. RAAAAAAH

Like he lost Oboro too and he struggles with that. His anger during that moment when they realized their dead friend was being used by villains sticks with me.

And I think about how all he wants is friends and he finds that in Shouta. He puts up a facade and the only person to really see him for who he is Shouta.

Their friendship deserved screentime. I want to see them being that rock for each other and the way that their friendship has evolved since the loss of Oboro.

I also want to see him solo. What he feels, thinks, his own love for his work and students separate from others. His passions. His drive. His ambition. I want to see what he thinks of his busy life. I want to see him feeding stray cats and him dealing with grading papers. I want to see his living space and whether it's cluttered or not. I want to see him play instruments and his process with planning things out for his radio show.

I just want to see Hizashi. I want to see him as a full human with his own complex thoughts and processes when it comes to his approach to life.

Just give me Hizashi

[circeyoru]

This is a silly ask, but what about an imagine with Spirit of the Forest!Reader meeting Cursed Cat Alastor!

It would be quite cute or hilarious, like imagine Forest Spirit giving more attention to Cursed Cat Alastor than Alastor himself. The jealousy.

Or Alastor becomes cursed cat and revels in the opportunity to get more affection because Forest Spirit is closer to animals than humans/demons/mortals?

I hope this makes sense. And keep rocking, your posts are always a delight.

I'll keep rocking! But I have no idea how it's a delight for you guys. You guys really came out of nowhere! (not that I mind, of course)

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {The Spirit's Favourite Human}

It's been so long since someone mentioned this story!!!! AHHH! Someone still reads it!

Nice that you picked up this Reader/you are closer and more comfortable with animals. I'll add 'and nature' too, but it's more centered around your forest.

So 2 situations:

(1) Alastor and the cursed cat are different beings entirely

So you found the cat and thought it was Alastor in the beginning. What do you do? You patted it and brought it up into your arms. You spent a full day with it and started calling it 'Al' to differentiate the forms. It didn't mind so you did it. Then you questioned why Alastor took this form and it only made radio static version of a 'meow'. You thought Alastor was playing with you and just nuzzle it close to your face. Awkward moment came when the real Alastor came and you were in the middle of a cuddle session. You looked at the cat in your arms then at the frozen Alastor, repeatedly. "Why's there two of you?" Alastor yeeted the cat away from you and threatened to harm it. You were quick to defend it and explain how you got Al. Alastor was annoyed that you already named the cat, what's more was you calling it a short form of his name. This cat can't replace him! It took some time, but Alastor somewhat got used to Al and let it near you. He can't be with you all the time since he was a demon and being on Earth was draining to him if there was no contract. He understood that you were this affectionate with the cat because he really was very very much like him. Just don't put your attention on it when he's visiting you.

(2) Alastor turns into the cursed cat form

Now, he was being jealous (again) that you were talking to the birds and ignored his grand arrival. So he got in front of you and dragged your attention away from the winged creatures. Then right in front of you, he turned into a cat with his signature colours, eyes, those cute antlers, and that familiar trademark smile of his. You immediately cooed and picked him up, looking at him eye-to-eye with sparkles in your eyes. Cats were a rarity in your forest because it was more for staying indoors as pets of humans. Very very rarely, you get stray cats here and there, but never for long. You squeal and hug him tight, "You're so cute!" From then onward, to get you undivided and special attention, he turns into the cursed cat form. Even though you know it was the same human Alastor and demon Alastor, you just can't help but spoil this new cat form of Alastor's.

[hypers-omniac]

NYMPH READER NYMPH READER

Omgggg love the idea of a water nymph reader and Price who swats at her like a bug LMAO. Annoyed to no end by the little thing hmm…

Cw: just a little fingering tehe. Got carried away and how could I not when it’s Price? Maybe a little degradation. This isn’t smut, it wasn’t supposed to turn into smut. But again I can’t help myself around this man

It starts when him and his team are sent off into the forest to try and get rid of something that’s been plaguing the local village. A cyclops, or maybe a basilisk or gorgon. Regardless, they send in the troops, scattering through the forest to try and locate it. They search for hours, coming up empty handed. It frustrates them all to no end- but at least they know it’s not a banshee.

Price stops at a watering hole, taking a short breather to wipe the sheen of sweat from his face. He’s pissed. Patience cut short after not even baking able to find the creature for so long. He squats down next to the water, rocks sinking into the rugged soles of his boots. His mood isn’t made any better by the harsh sun, beating down even through the thick canopy of the trees. It creates a greenhouse, just humid enough to irritate his bones and make him feel somehow even more achey than he usually is. All it takes is one moment of lost focus.

You damn near scare the piss out of him when he sees your eyes lookin’ at him from under the water. You got that blue-eyed stare, baby. Popping just your eyes out of the water- loose water lilies and foxglove getting caught in your hair. Your unblinking eyes are trained on him, and frankly, it’s creepin’ him out, sweetheart. He doesn’t think much of it. Water nymphs aren’t typically agressive, so he takes it as a sign that he should probably be on his way.

Except… you follow him. Hiding behind trees poorly. He knows you’re following him, you dense little thing. Your eyes are so wide, and you still haven’t said anything to him. Getting a little too close for his comfort as he grunts, radioing in occasionally to report still no progress on the entity.

You flit around him like an annoying little bug after that, still not saying anything, but your big ol’ doe eyes trained on the buttons on his uniform, his dog tags, his gun, his helmet- every part of him so so shiny, glinting in the light. He brushes your hand away whenever you try and reach, and you both grow increasingly frustrated until you huff at him, and start tugging him into the treeline.

He’s just about had it by now- the grumpy old man grunting obscenities at you as you continue to drag him along. He’s letting you though, too emotionally exhausted to really put up that much of a fight. Or nearly pisses you off more- just because water nymphs aren’t typically agressive doesn’t mean you can’t kick his ass! (You can’t. He’s like twice your size, babes.)

Then, you deposit him right in front of the thing his team was hunting. You tap your foot on the ground, looking up at him with a scrunched nose and narrowed eyes as he radios it in, mood immediately fixed. You snag one of his dogtags as your prize, flitting just out of his reach before he can try and stop you. He grunts, pinching the bridge of his nose while he waits for backup and decides he can just get another one.

Unfortunately for him, you’re spurred on by his acceptance of defeat. Approaching him cautiously like a stray cat, eyes trained on him as you reach for one of his buttons. You really only want the shiny metal, but he hasn’t quite put that bit together yet. So when you start unbuttoning his shirt, he’s confused to say the least- trying to brush your hands away.

“Reward.” Is what you mutter, indignant, as you scowl slightly. Still pissed by the way he cursed at you and brushed you off. He takes this.. the entirely wrong way, a short huff escaping him from amusement. He’s taking your hands and pinning you to the nearest tree, face too close to yours.

“Reward, sweet’eart? Is that what y’want?”

All bets are off after that. Thankfully his team can take care of the cyclops (or gorgon, or basilisk) on their own. He’s too busy with you as you squirm on his fingers, mocking you about the reward you earned as he pumps his fingers in and out of your needy pussy. He’s still irritated, though. But that doesn’t mean he won’t be coming back.

[asleep-in-the-keep-sideblog]

Stray Ghost

Word count: 7255

Chapter 2: Home

Summary:

“Thank you for having me, really. This was nice. I haven’t been able to feel like this in a while.” He smiled at them but it felt like a goodbye.

“Of course! What kind of people would we be if we didn’t feed the random kid that walked into our house chanting prophecies of death!” Hizashi teased.

“The sane kind.” Danny joked back. ★~★

Danny Meets Hizashi

Shouta finally relaxed, letting himself give in to the cozy atmosphere of sleep from the boy and the cat. Just as he had drifted off, the bus slowed to a halt and dinged, signaling their stop. Shouta tapped the boy on the shoulder like before, and gently placed Digiorno in the carrier. His body was loose, and he barely moved. How could Shouta not notice it before?   

“Are we there yet?” Danny asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes. His hair was half slicked up and half matted down from the bus seats. He looked like a kitten that had just been groomed by its mother. Shouta ran his hands through his hair, trying to calm it down. It helped somewhat, but it was clear the boy needed a shower.  

“We just have to walk a bit more.” Shouta responded softly. They grabbed their things and left the bus. 

The night air was cold, and a soft drizzle started falling from the sky. Danny pulled up his hood while Shouta just suffered through it. It didn’t take long until they had reached the door of Shouta’s house.  

He fumbled with his keys, the clanging sound accompanying the rain. Shouta had not even inserted it into the lock before the door slammed open, a distraught Hizashi behind it. 

“Where have you been?!” He cried, looking Shouta up and down. His eyes zoomed past him and settled on Danny. “Oh Sho… you didn’t?” His hand covering his mouth. 

“Didn’t what?” Shouta was very used to his husband's dramatics, but this might scare the kid off. He turned back to Danny, who just had a confused look on his face. 

Hizashi moved closer to his face, cupping his hand to Shouta’s ear and whisper-yelled, “Kidnap a child.”  

Danny laughed in the background and then tried to hide it with a cough when both the adults turned to look at him.  

“I didn’t. I fed him so he followed me home.” He responded dryly. Danny laughed again, not taking any offense to it.  

“He tried to outrun me, but I chased him down!” he teased. Hizashi had a hand on his hip and the other on his face. He was the picture of a concerned mother. 

“Well alright, but if the cops come round, I had no part in it!” He joked, walking out of the entryway and leading them into the house. Shouta walked in without hesitation, but Danny lingered by the door, an unsure look on his face despite his previous joking. Shouta nodded his head in the universal signal for ‘follow me’, and the boy did. Shouta was glad he was being more expressive since his minor breakdown earlier.  

“What’s your name, listener?” Hizashi asked Danny, with his signature hero smile. He had his radio show voice on, which was actually ‘please like me and think I’m cool’ voice.  

“Uhh, Danny?” Danny didn’t seem too impressed by it, which most teenagers weren’t.  

“Nice to meet you, Danny! I’m Yamada, but you can call me Hizashi, okay?” He raised his hand up to high five him. 

“Okay. Uhh, nice to meet you, Hizashi.” He was going to scare off the poor kid if he kept going like that.  

“Oh come on, don’t leave me hanging,” Danny high fived him with a ‘wtf’ smile on his face. Most teenagers responded the same way. Hizashi was usually a hit with teens or the opposite. Shouta thinks it’s because they can tell he tries too hard while the others like him because of his hero work.  

“Alright!” he shouted in a rock and roll voice, “You can take your shoes off over there and then there’s tea on the table.” Hizashi pointed to the living room in a pose that would’ve been cooler on a billboard. Danny looked at him strangely but walked off, leaving the two men alone.  

“Are you sure about this, Sho?” His mask dropped and concern fueled his voice, “I mean, you said you weren’t ready for kids.” He looked down and reached for Shouta’s hands, gently clasping it in his. Shouta wrapped them around his husband and kissed his lips. 

“I’m sure.” he said strongly, “And I said I didn’t want to bring any more kids into the world until I knew it’s safe. He’s already here.” They both looked at Danny. He was awkward, not sure how to act in someone else’s home. He had poured himself some tea and was sipping it slowly while looking at the walls, like a kid pretending to appreciate art.  

“I guess you’re right” Hizashi looked back at him, his eyes soft, “and he does seem pretty sweet. What about his parents though? Are they still in the picture at all?” 

“If they are, they won’t be for long.” Hizashi looked taken aback but Shouta continued, “This kid needs someone, and I think we can be that for him.” Hizashi grabbed Shouta’s hand and put it up to his cheek, kissing the palm. He got so touchy when he was worried about something. 

“We’ll talk about it later, alright? Right now, let's make sure Danny settles in.”  

“Thank you.” Shouta pulled Hizashi closer and kissed his head, the man in his arms laughed and pulled away. As much as Shouta tried to hide it, he liked touch too. They smiled at each other and walked to Danny.

He was still standing there but Sushi started to investigate him from her shelf in the wall. He held up his hand to her to smell, careful not to move in case she got scared off. At his feet, Pancake was also smelling him, his tail twisting nervously like a snake. While Sushi eventually approved of Danny, nuzzling his hand, Pancake smelled something he didn’t like, and ran off. Danny frowned and turned his attention to Sushi. 

“He probably smelled Digiorno on you,” Shouta explained, the boy nodding. Most of his attention was on the cat in front of him. Shouta didn’t blame him. Sushi was a very friendly cat and spoiled for attention.  

“The pizza?” Hizashi asked, confused.  

“The cat.” Danny stopped petting Sushi and set the backpack down, facing the window to the men revealing Digiorno.  

“You should know, you picked the name.” Shouta commented. Instead of opening the flap, Danny unzipped the front of the carrier, giving Digiorno easier access to outside. He gingerly sniffed the air and walked out. Sushi jumped down from her perch and tried to smell him, but he stepped back into the carrier, his ears tucked. She stepped closer slowly, purring. Digiorno stopped backing away and had allowed her to come up to him, though he was staying completely still. Sushi started licking his neck and Digiorno relaxed, one ear sticking out, then the other. He started licking her too. This wasn’t how you were usually supposed to introduce cats, but Shouta was sure it was fine considering the circumstances.  

“Oh, so the kid was a distraction. You did bring home a stray!” Hizashi turned and accused Shouta.  

“Guilty.” Shouta deadpanned.  

“I’m missing something.” Danny sat down with the cats and stroked them both with his hands. They purred in comfort.  

“Sho here has a talent for taking in stray cats,” Hizashi pointed at him again, attitude in every word and motion, “Like every month or so, Sho will bring in a stray and trying to find them homes. Half of them are near feral too, can’t tell you how many times I’ve been bitten. But Sho gets this face,” he put on a bitchy face with dead eyes, “and he looks so happy I can’t say no.” Hizashi sighed lovingly.  

“Sho?” Danny asked before his face flashed in realization, “Right. I just got used to ‘Aizawa’...” he trailed off. 

“Aizawa?” Hizashi looked at him, offended, “Really? You bring a kid into our home and make him call you ‘Aizawa’. Wow. That’s cruel even for you.”  

“Relax, at least I didn’t make him call me my hero name.” Shouta countered.  

“What's that?” Danny asked.  

“Eraserhead.” He supplied absentmindedly. Digiorno still wasn’t moving as much, still laying down half out of the carrier.  

“Eraserhead? That's a weird name. I would’ve picked ‘The Mummy’ or ‘Mr. Cat-Man’” Danny laughed at his joke. 

“I actually picked it out when we were in high school,” Hizashi perked up, excited to share his old stories. Shouta was only half paying attention to them, watching Digiorno. Sushi also seemed concerned for the cat, acting as a pillow for him and occasional licks of comfort. They had several cat beds around, that would be comfier for him. They also had a few heating pads too he could place underneath it. 

“Anyway, Nemuri was so mad at us, you should’ve seen her face!” Hizashi was lost in a retelling of a childhood memory. He had a habit of rambling on and on and couldn’t tell when people were only listening to be polite. Danny seemed interested, laughing and nodding his head. 

“Wow. I have no idea who that is, but she sounds fun. You deserved the lecture.” Shouta bet Danny had done similar things in his past. He looks like he has a bit of a mischievous streak in him.  

“She was just mad she didn’t think of it,” Hizashi waved him off, “Where you going, Sho?” 

“I’m going to grab some stuff for Digiorno. Then we should probably get dinner started soon. It’s getting late.” 

“Right. I got so excited I forgot I was hungry.” He laughed. 

“I can help!” Danny stood up, careful not to disturb the cats. 

“No, from that ramen story you told me I don’t trust you in the kitchen. Besides, you need a shower. You smell.” 

“Geez rude. I don’t smell that bad.” Danny shrugged him off. 

“Like sewer water.” Shouta deadpanned. 

“If it was that bad, how did you last all day with me?” Danny smelled his shirt.  

“I have a strong stomach.” In actuality it wasn’t that bad. He was a little ripe, but no worse than any other teen without deodorant. Danny stuck his tongue at him playfully. Shouta rolled his eyes at him but smiled back.  

“Hizashi can show you the shower, and then I’ll get you some clean clothes.” 

“Alright, whatever.” Danny agreed. Hizashi led him to the bathroom and Shouta went to go get the stuff.  

He set up the cat bed with the heater and some food for Digiorno. The food was soft in case his teeth were hurting him too. Shouta felt bad since he didn’t have any pain meds for him, but he hoped this was enough until Ms. Shuzenji arrived. It was her day off and she usually spent time with her family. Her youngest grandson had just turned 6, so she’d probably come after he went to bed around 8pm.  

Shouta grabbed some of the clean clothes he had got Danny. He really hopes they fit, but if not, he could wash his old ones until he returned them. He knocked on the door and entered hearing a small ‘come in’. The shower and toilet were in a separate room from the sink, so Shouta wouldn’t be invading the boy’s privacy. 

“I left some clothes on the counter. Let me know if they fit.” Shouta yelled.  

“Thank you!” Danny called back. He left his other clothes on the counter, so Shouta grabbed those to put in the wash later. He left the new hoodie in the room in case he wanted to wear it still. 

He went back to unpack the rest of the bag into the temporary guest room. They used to use this room for Nemuri and Tensei when they stayed over, and the occasional cat, but now it would be solely Danny’s. He still needed to talk to Hizashi about this, as well as the correct authorities to get the paperwork in order. Then he needed to talk to principal Nezu about Danny possibly being a transfer student to UA. It was clear the boy wanted to help people, and even if he didn’t get placed in his class the school would be a good fit for him.  

Shouta placed all the items on the bed, the clothes folded and the figure on display. He plugged the lava lamp into the wall and put it on the mostly clean desk, the other decoration being some pictures of Shouta and them as teens. He debated putting them away, but a part of him couldn’t do it. Maybe it would help the boy feel less alone in some way. Shouta placed the few rolled up posters on the other side of the desk and examined the room. It looked like it could belong to a teenager, if bare, which was the point. He wanted Danny to feel welcome here or ease any homesickness he might have. Danny didn’t seem like he missed it, more sad by the memories of hurt than out of longing. Still, Shouta wanted to help in any tiny way.  

At the bottom of the bag was Danny’s old sweat jacket. He wasn’t lying when he said the kid smelled, but he had smelled far worse when he was wearing this. Shouta held it up to his nose, it smelled musty and metallic. He went to the sink in the kitchen, Hizashi already there cutting the eel into three. 

“Is something wrong?” Shouta must’ve looked pale as he ran a part of the old jacket under the water. The color washed away, the water turning red under it. Shouta and Hizashi both looked at each other, not sure what to do.  

“Do you think he killed someone?” Hizashi whispered? “Or maybe he stole it off a dead guy?” 

“No,” Shouta thought for a second, “I don’t think that’s it…” 

Danny had tons of scars, some of them still fresh and healing. The Lichtenberg scar came to mind, but there were still a few tender areas. It was a lot of blood though, maybe even a whole liter. Danny, for all his scraps, didn’t seem the worst for wear. It could be from the person (or maybe even people) who hurt him. The Lichtenberg had yet to fade after all. If someone was after Danny, what could possibly be their motives? The boy didn’t seem out of the ordinary, aside from his strength, but that wasn’t too uncommon. Maybe the boy had been forced to fight. That wasn’t uncommon either. Parents would sell their children into these underground rings for the pure convenience of money. Shouta wouldn’t put it past his parents, judging from what he heard about them. The scars could have been from such events, and Shouta knew Danny would’ve fought back. It could’ve also been for the simple pleasure of causing pain, also not uncommon. How else could he have gotten the Lichtenberg scar? If he had fought someone with an electric-type quirk, he would have more burns over his body. Danny could have broken out and had been on the run since. He didn’t seem worried that someone was after him, perhaps already knowing they wouldn’t be able to catch him.  

This was all speculation, he had no idea what happened to the boy until he did a full investigation. There was something else too. The way Danny reacted to the cop from before was suspicious in this new light, as well as him not telling Shouta his quirk. At first, Shouta had just thought the boy was scared to get in trouble for using his quirk, but now, who knew?   

“Eh…Maybe?” Shouta rubbed the bridge of his nose groaning. Hizashi came up behind him, grounding him by wrapping his arms around his waist and setting his head on his shoulder.  

“What are you thinking?” he asked with concern. 

“I don’t know…” He really didn’t, even with his students he didn’t have this problem. “It’s hard to conceive of him killing anyone, but maybe if he was desperate enough?” Shouta turned off the sink, watching the blood go down the drain. 

“Maybe it’s not…hmm.” They’ve seen it enough times to know it was definitely blood. An image flashed into Shouta’s mind. Danny covered head to toe, dipping in blood. A sad and dead look on his face as he stood over the body. Shouta has been there before. He was older than Danny, but even that was too much for him to handle. He couldn’t imagine what the boy felt. Shouta had to snap himself out of it. He didn’t know what happened to the boy. 

He banged his fist on the counter in frustration. Hizashi held his hand trying to soothe him. Shouta squeezed it and turned to face him but couldn’t look him in the eyes.  

“Danny was hurt. He didn’t seem to be in any pain, but I got a glimpse of his arms and they were covered with scars. They were worse than Midoriya’s.” Hizashi’s face paled even more at the implication.  

“I think it’s from whoever did that to him, but I can’t be sure. I’ll have to contact detective Tsukauchi. There’s probably enough on here to collect a sample.” He limply lifted the jacket.  

“But then what?” Hizashi asked. Shouta was too lost in his thoughts to understand what he meant, “The boy. Danny.” He clarified, “what are we gonna do with him?”  

“The same as what we were planning. We can protect him, we need to protect him, God knows no one else has. We can figure it out when we get more information.” He lifted their hands up to his chest and pressed his lips to Hizashi. They may not know what the boy has done or has been through, but he was here now and safe.  

“Am I interrupting something?” They quickly pulled apart. They had been so distracted that they didn’t even hear the water turn off. Hizashi quickly put on a fake smile, but Shouta kept his frown. It was similar enough to his resting face to pass. Danny looked at them, curiously.  

“Okay…” He could sense something was off but didn’t press. Shouta took the opportunity to hide the jacket behind him as he dried his hair with the towel. “Is there anything I could do to help?” Danny asked, “I could chop some vegetables, I’m good with a knife.” 

That, in context of the murder the boy may or may not have committed, was a bit unnerving. Hizashi laughed nervously, “I was just prepping the eel, you like eel?” Danny shrugged, “That’s good enough! Anyway, you could wash the rice if you want, then put it in the cooker.” 

“Cool,” Danny put the towel on his shoulders and rolled up the sleeves of his hoodie, then pulled the undershirt’s sleeves down to hide his scars. His hands opened and closed looking for something to grasp. “How do I do that?” 

“You don’t know how to wash rice?” Shouta asked. This kid really was neglected.  

“I didn’t know you had to.” He shrugged.  

Shouta and Hizashi both looked at each other, Hizashi with a horrified face and Shouta with a frown. 

“Well, now is as good a time to learn as any!” Hizashi clapped his hands, quickly lightening the mood, “It’s super easy, all you have to do is get a big bowl, run it under the sink until it’s level, then swirl it around until the water is cloudy. You just repeat two to five times or until the water is clear!”  

“Sounds easy, yeah. Where are your bowls?” Hizashi grabbed Danny a bowl and stood over his shoulder as he carried out the simple process. He was cooing as if he were a toddler that just took his first steps. Danny, to his credit, put up with it, only occasionally rolling his eyes. 

“Right well, while you two do that, I’m going to put Danny’s clothes in the wash.” He fingered the hoodie still hiding behind him. They both nodded, but Danny watched him out of the corner of his eye as Shouta went to grab the rest of the clothes he abandoned.  

He took the pile upstairs and dropped them into the wash, except for of course the hoodie. Instead, he went into his and Hizashi’s shared office (although it was more of a recording studio since Shouta didn’t use it enough) to hide it and fax detective Tsukauchi. He already needed to do that for the villain attack earlier that day. Shouta didn’t have to worry about privacy since the detective had a personal fax that no one could access for UA. 

He quickly wrote up a report for the villain but struggled with mentioning the boy. There was still so much he didn’t know about Danny, and he could potentially put him in danger by doing this. At the same time- Shouta needed to know what happened. He told himself it was so that he could better help Danny, but a part of him wanted to know how bad it was, or if the boy had actually killed someone. He wouldn’t blame him if he did, just looking at his arms the boy had clearly been through torture. And that's what it was, torture, as plain and horrible as that. Despite that, Danny was still smiling and laughing as if his skin wasn’t branded from the cruelty of people. The kid must’ve been a good actor or a slip away from cracking.  

Shouta already decided the boy would need consoling, maybe even medication if it was bad enough. He was sure that UA would provide the resources for that as they provided them for other students and even himself in the past. If Danny did murder someone, so long as they keep that information contained, he should have no issues at school. Afterall, a few of his would-be classmates had already attempted in the past, so he wouldn’t be sticking out.  

Shouta sighed, remembering the report. He should fax one to principal Nezu as well to gain insight into what to do next. He started typing, keeping the information as impersonal and accurate as possible. In the principal Nezu report, he added a brief summary of Danny’s character and how UA would be a good fit for him. He sent them off, dread in his stomach at the possible outcome. 

He slowly trudged downstairs, his nose filling with the sweet smell of the sauce. Shouta didn’t know how hungry he was until he felt his stomach lurch in a way only food could cure. As he rounded around the corner, he heard the soft sounds of Hizashi instructing Danny. 

“Like this?” Danny was wearing Shouta’s grumpy cat apron while Hizashi donned the matching cheerful one. Danny was standing over the simmering pot of eel, pouring the unagi sauce over one of them slowly.  

“Yeah, but don’t be afraid to pour some more, there’s enough and you won’t ruin it.” Hizashi loved kids, and teaching was an outlet for that. He had been wanting a child of their own for a long time, but Shouta was always scared of messing up, or putting them in danger due to their jobs. There was also the chance that they would die and leave the kid all alone. Looking at the two, he felt bad that he had deprived Hizashi of this for so long, despite his fears.  

“Right…” Danny breathed, focusing on the food deeply to not make a mess. He started to pour a little faster and a huge glob coated the eel, running down into the pot below. He breathed in sharply. 

“That’s okay,” Hizashi soothed, “It adds flavor to the water. That one’s good now, so let's set it aside. Do you want to do the others?” 

“Uhh, sure.” Danny looked uncertain, clearly not used to being in a kitchen and cooking actual food. He set it down and was about to fish for another when Shouta came up behind them.  

“Can I help?” Shouta said. Hizashi screamed in surprise, but Danny had a very different reaction. He didn’t even look at him as he quickly punched Shouta in the gut, causing him to fall over in pain.  

“OH MY GOD!” Danny shouted, panic on his face, “Are you okay?” 

“It’s your fault, you know.” Hizashi berated, “Don’t go sneaking up on people like that.” 

“I Know,” Shouta choked out, “I deserved that”. Really, he didn’t mean to scare them so much and he thought he had made more noise. He would have to do better in the future. Danny bent down to help him up. 

“I am so sorry about that, I just didn’t see you coming and-” 

“Don’t be,” Shouta waved him off, “As Hizashi said, I should know not to sneak up on people like that. It was a good punch too. I can see how you held back that shark villain from before.” 

“I’m sorry,” Hizashi said, his hands waving as if caught off balance, “the what villain?” 

“Oh, uh helped Aiza- I mean Sho, take down a villain today. He wasn’t that strong.” Danny scratched his neck.  

“He was,” Shouta had mostly recovered now and was leaning against the counter, “My quirk didn’t work on him. Danny here took out his legs and I restrained him.” 

Hizashi had an excited look on his face and hugged Danny. Unlike Shouta, he didn’t get punched in the face and simply let out a small ‘oh.’ 

“That’s it,” Hizashi let go and high fived both his hands, holding onto them after, “We’re keeping you!” 

Danny had a confused smile on again. He did not know his fate had been sealed. Actually, his fate had been sealed the moment Shouta saw him in the alley. 

“Okay…” He laughed nervously.  

“Right!” Hizashi clapped his hands, “Now that that’s decided, we should eat. Sho, honey, you can go sit down and recover while we finish, okay?” 

Shouta didn’t protest and went to the table, Hizashi smacking his butt as he walked away. Danny had an overdramatic look of disgust but turned back to pouring the sauce over the eels.  

The tea was still left on the table with a few cups. It was probably lukewarm by now, but Shouta reached for a glass and poured some. He smelled it before taking a sip. It was chamomile, which was always Hizashi’s go to because of his throat. Shouta himself preferred black tea or simply coffee, but chamomile came next since it reminded him of his husband. He poured the other glasses and made sure to place Danny’s dirty one where the boy was likely to sit. 

After another minute, Danny and Hizashi came to the table, no longer wearing the aprons. Danny was holding the bowls and utensils while Hizashi balanced the plate of eels and rice.  

“Really, I could’ve carried that.” Danny set the stuff down at the middle of the table next to the tea.  

“And I said I could handle it. Besides, we don’t want you to do too much work since you just got here.” Hizashi laughed at Danny’s confused face. Shouta grabbed a bowl and chopsticks and set it down in front of him. He did the same for everyone else at the table. Danny mumbled a quick, ‘thanks.’ 

“Thank you for the food, Hizashi and Danny.” Shouta said, “It looks delicious.”  

“Oh, you.” Hizashi blushed and waved him off. He acted like that every time Shouta even said a snippet of something nice to him. Shouta found it endearing since after all they’ve been through together, their feelings for each other never faded.   

“Geez, can we eat now?” Danny interrupted. It seems he had seen plenty of them and their affection for each other and had grown sick of it. Shouta was half tempted to blow a kiss Hizashi’s way to annoy the teen further but decided against it.  

“Of course,” Hizashi laughed, “do you want to get your food first?” 

“Uhh, sure?” Danny reached for the rice and started filling his bowl but kept an eye on the two adults in the room as if waiting for them to say something. When he was done, he placed the bowl back in the middle and grabbed the eel, placing a slice on top. Hizashi grabbed the rice next, then Shouta.  

“Oh, I forgot to grab the leftover sauce. I’ll be right back.” Hizashi was about to stand up, but Shouta stopped him. 

“I can get it. I wanted to grab some fukujinzuke anyway.”  

Shouta returned with the food and sat back down. He sprinkled some fukujinzuke over his rice before adding an eel on top. He took a bite, fully absorbing the flavor combination in his mouth.  

“Can I try some?” Danny looked at him curiously while Hizashi poured some more of the sauce on top of his dish. 

“Sure, although I don’t know if you’ll like it.” Shouta passed the small plate of it to Danny. 

“How would you know what I like or not?” Danny counted. 

“Good point.”  

The teen lifted up his half eaten eel and put the fukujinzuke over the rice, the same as Shouta did. Shouta waited for the boy to take a bite with a soft smile on his face. He did, gently chewing with a thoughtful look on his face. 

“I like the texture,” he chewed some more, “but it's a little vinegary.” Danny swallowed and took another bite, “But I like it.” 

“I’m glad.” Shouta smiled. He went back to eating his own food, and both him and Danny took a drink of their tea in sync. Hizashi laughed at that and laughed a little more when they looked at him with the same expression. 

“What?” Danny asked, his eyes mirroring Shouta’s. 

“Nothing, nothing, just thinking how alike the two of you are.” He laughed again and tried to hide it by taking another bite.  

Shouta liked the boy but felt that he was more similar to Hizashi than him. They both had a positive energy about them that invited people in while Shouta had the opposite. Although, he couldn’t discount how similar they looked, if not for the color of their eyes. It wouldn’t be hard to pass Danny off as his long lost son if he really wanted. A fearful thought passed Shouta’s mind at his class's reaction to Danny if he were to join UA. If anything, the brains and confounding stupidity of Todoroki and Kaminari would have the class believing that they were truly related by the end of the day. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, they had no idea Shouta was even married, let alone to their fellow teacher. The only one who knew besides the staff was Ida, and he had done a good job of keeping that quiet so far.  

“What are you staring at?” Danny asked with sass only a teenager could achieve. 

In his musings, Shouta’s eyes had absently wandered to Danny.  

“Are you in school at all?” 

“No?” Danny set his chopsticks down and focused all his attention on Shouta. His face looked open, but Shouta had observed the boy long enough to know he was wearing a mask. One of his fingers picked at the table cloth.  

“Why’s that?” 

“Take a wild guess.” Danny looked at him, deadpan. Of course, Shouta knew why, but he wanted Danny to explain it in his own words to maybe get an idea of the situation.  

“Did you like school?” He could tell Danny’s guard was starting to go up again, “What was your favorite subject? You told me you liked science at the store.” 

“I guess I do,” he shrugged, looking down, “I mean, my parents were… researchers, so we just grew up having that stuff around. Math, chemistry and biology just came easy to me, so I enjoyed the classes.” 

A small smile started to form on Danny’s face remembering his favorite subjects. He had started to relax again, which was good. Shouta didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable or like he was being grilled.  

“English was my worst subject. I didn’t have a lot of time to read the material or when I did, I just couldn’t focus. Also, my teacher made us write everything by hand, and mine was so bad he thought it was another language!” He laughed, “Oh my god, the highest grade I think I got was like a B? And that was because I was basically locked in the room with him for 3 hours! He had to explain it to me over and over. I tried to leave, but then he guilt tripped me with this picture of his sister or something.” A confused look spread on his face, “Although now that I think about it, I think that was just him in a dress…” 

“Aw, he sounds like a good teacher, if a bit eccentric.” Hizashi piped up in between bites.  

“He was.” Danny nodded, “He was the only teacher who felt like cared. He was the only one who didn’t give up on me…” and this time, Danny didn’t hide the sad expression crossing his face.  

“The others weren’t worth their salt then.” Shouta tried to soothe, still unsure how to properly go about it, “At the school we work at, we make sure to monitor each student and check in with them. If we feel that they’re not getting the right support or resources, we have in-school programs to help, even if it’s just more time on tests and homework.” 

“You don’t make the kids go to counseling, do you?” He had almost a look of disgust on his face as he said it, as if recalling a bad smell or memory. 

“Not the best experience, I take it?” Shouta may not know Danny’s past, but he did know the kid was in desperate need of consoling.  

Danny shrugged again, “You could say that. At my last school, we had this therapist come in and she made everyone miserable. She had this gross way of getting into your head... She also made me do exposure therapy and I wanted to die again after. She was only there for like a week, and man I was glad to open the door for her when she did, in a manner of speaking.”  

Well, that’s a lot to unpack. Exposure therapy should be built up slowly, and she most certainly was not there long enough to do that, or even tell if he needed it in the first place. Plus there was the whole ‘die again’ comment which made Shouta feel dizzy.

“That won’t be an issue at UA. Consoling is available for both the students and teachers, and you can request a different one if you need to.” 

“UA? Is that the name of your school?” 

“You betcha!” Hizashi shouted, “Best hero school in all of Japan!” 

“Wait, it’s for heroes?!” Danny stood up at the table, slamming his hands down.  

Shouta looked over to see Digiorno raise his head, then go back to sleep. He was still really worried about him. Ms. Shuzenji should be here soon, he should probably text her again just to be safe. 

Danny looked over at Shouta intently, “why didn’t you tell me it was for heroes?!” 

“Must have slipped my mind.” Shouta took great pride in working at UA, he had wanted to be a teacher since he was a student there, but at the same time- he wasn’t in the habit of telling people that. “Does being a hero interest you?” 

Danny sat back down and scratched the back of his neck, “you could say something like that…” 

Shouta smiled. For some reason, he had expected Danny to be hesitant about becoming a hero, maybe it was due to his own projections and theories of his past. He should have seen it before when Danny took down that villain. He was just so concentrated on how to make the boy happy and trust him that he didn’t see the obvious passion and skill he had at saving people. He would’ve led with UA sooner if he knew that was the case.  

“Would you want to go to UA?” Shouta tested.  

Danny had a contemplative look as he leaned back in his chair. Shouta looked over at Hizashi, who had an uncertain look on his face. Finally, after a few moments, the boy responded.  

“I honestly don’t know. Maybe?” He looked at them earnestly, “On one hand, it might offer me support on my powers, eh, I mean quirk. But on the other hand, I don’t know how well I’d fit into that environment. And I don’t even mean just socially, my quirk isn’t exactly the most common or, uhh understood.”  

Shouta was under the impression that Danny’s quirk was a simple strength enhancer. He had shown no other signs of it being anything else or even anything connected to it. It could be that he was in a similar position as Midoriya, but that should be impossible. No- it was far more likely it was just connected to a larger quirk. Maybe he absorbed and used energy, similar to Fat Gum’s quirk. Another thing to talk to principal Nezu about.  

“What is your quirk?” Hizashi had no idea how Danny took down the villain, simply that he did. 

“Uhhh,” He looked over at Shouta, “I really don’t know. I haven’t come up with a name for it yet.” 

Another concerning thing. Most quirks, while not completely understood, still have a basic level of understanding. A child may be born with the ability to remove and reattach a limb, but there is a scientific reason behind why that is usually the quirk itself and the power is the symptom. A fine example would be his student Bakugo, whose quirk is actually his sweat, not the explosions themselves. The norm was usually the quirk being named by the child or examiner, then renamed later when they’ve gotten a better understanding of it. For Danny to not have a name means either his quirk never got registered, he recently discovered what it actually is, or he only recently manifested it.  

“Do you have any names picked out?” Hizashi thought naming quirks was like naming babies and should be stylish. He had wanted to name his quirk ‘banshee howler’ but was denied and stuck with ‘voice’. 

“I don’t know, maybe something like ‘Ghost’?” 

What does super strength even have conjecturally to do with ghosts? Hizashi didn’t know what Shouta did, so he wasn’t confused. Instead, he just smiled at Danny. Shouta was about to interrupt when he got a text notification from Ms. Shuzenji. It said she’d be able to make it within the next hour.  

“Sho? What’s wrong?” Hizashi reached for his hand. A sour look must have spread through his face since all were looking at him.  

“Ms. Shuzenji just texted. She said she’d be here soon.” Shouta’s voice sounded defeated.  

“For Digiorno?” Hizashi looked over at Danny, “Yeah, Danny was telling me about him. I hope he’s alright.” 

“He’ll be okay.” Danny said, which surprised Shouta since he was the one who said he was gonna die, “Or I mean- not really? Or at least not what you would call ‘okay’. But I can tell he’s at peace and ready to go.” 

Danny looked over at Digiorno in his little bed. The cat had only eaten a bite of food, and while he was awake, he looked exhausted. Sushi was sitting beside him also, as if protecting him from whatever spirit would claim him. The boy had that same look in his eye in the alley. Shouta still wasn’t sure what it was, but it sent a pain of bittersweetness in his gut.  

Danny looked down at his food, and quickly finished the last few bites. He set the chopsticks down and looked earnestly at Shouta and Hizashi. 

“Thank you for having me, really. This was nice. I haven’t been able to feel like this in a while.” He smiled at them but it felt like a goodbye.  

“Of course! What kind of people would we be if we didn’t feed the random kid that walked into our house chanting prophecies of death!” Hizashi teased. 

“The sane kind.” Danny joked back. He looked sad, but only for a moment. He grabbed his bowl and took it back to the kitchen to wash. Shouta and Hizashi only watched him, waiting for what he was about to do. When he finished, he stepped back into the dining room. His hands were at his sides, and he stood straight. Shouta had never seen him look so small, except for when he was crying. Danny didn’t look at them and he bowed deeply to them both. It was awkward and lasted for too long, the boy clearly not used to it.  

“Thank you again for having me, but I should go now.” They couldn’t see his face from under his hair.  

Shouta was quiet, a cold feeling sinking inside him at the idea of Danny returning to the street. 

“Why?” Hizashi asked, his voice unwavering despite how Shouta knew he felt. 

Danny stood up, “I was only here to help with the cat. Now that actual help is coming, I have no reason to be here.” He said it like it was obvious.  

“Yes you do?” Hizashi put on a mask of confusion, his acting skills coming to the forefront. He clearly had a plan.  

Danny looked taken aback, “No I don’t?” 

“Yes you do,” Hizashi stopped him before he could say anything else. He stood up and gilded towards Danny, “You still have to have dessert, then you have to brush your teeth and get ready for bed.” Danny scowled at being treated like a kid, but Hizashi continued, “You’re gonna need your rest for school tomorrow.” Hizashi looked at Shouta out of the corner of his eye.  

Danny shrugged Hizashi off, stepping back to get some room, “What?” He was looking at Hizashi as if he had grown a second head.  

“I don’t go to school?” He paused, “And I don’t live here?” He slightly yelled the last part. He really didn’t get it.  

“Yes you do.” Hizashi reaffirmed again. 

Shouta got up and stood beside his husband, “Did you really think we’d let you back on the street?”  

“Yeah?” Danny looked more confused, “That’s what a normal person would do?”  

“We meant it when we said we wanted to ‘keep you’, or maybe a better way to phrase it would be we want you to stay here.” Hizashi stepped closer to Danny. When he didn’t move away, he grabbed his hands in his.  

Danny stared at the both of them, an unreadable emotion on his face. He sighed and then finally asked, “Can I leave?” 

“Do you want to?” Shouta asked.  

He stayed quiet and looked down at Hizashi’s hands, but didn’t pull away.  

“Danny, we mean it.” Hizashi squeezed his palms, “We can’t imagine letting you back out into the streets. We can help you.”  

“I-” Danny started, but it was clear no other words could make it out of his mouth. 

“You don’t have to answer now, just think about it tonight, alright?” Shouta stepped closer. He briefly thought about also reaching out for the boy but decided against it. 

After a second of just staring between the two of them, Danny finally said, “Okay,” he squeezed Hizashi’s hands, “I can’t promise that I’ll say yes, but I’ll think about it.” 

That was all Hizashi needed to pull him into a hug. He pulled Shouta in with him and, despite Danny not giving them his answer yet, they felt like a family.

[capitalisticveins]

D.A.M.N Crew Headcanons Part 2 (Ft. Kody, Xavier, and Hudson)

Author’s Note: Apparently I only wrote 1 DAMN crew headcanon? Let’s fix that. Anyway what headcanons yall want next bc I’m OFFICIALLY NOT SICK ANYMORE

- Freelancer tends to grow out their hair without realizing.

- One of Huxley’s moms has a southern accent that the other simply adores.

- Lasko’s hair is either curly and reaches his ears, or long and fluffy and touches his butt.

- Gavin has nipple piercings.

- Damien hates the idea of forehead piercings.

- No matter how simply you explain the game to him, Caelum will never understand how to play Go Fish.

- Damien and David would make great friends.

- Xavier used to run around campus screaming the lyrics to “Let it Go” while wearing a random flowy dress and freezing the floors he stepped on. Whenever he was caught he threatened to make a castle then and there if someone touched him.

- He very much could do it but he never actually did.

- Huxley has a teddy bear. He doesn’t remember how or when he got it, he just…has it. But god forbid anyone tries to take it from him.

- Whenever Lasko draws, he draws people with a “:3” face.

- Caelum has drawn those lime lips people hate so much.

- Gavin thrives on VRChat.

- If Freelancer had their way, they’d be in bed until 4pm.

- Whenever Kody had his “mandatory counselor meetings” after he bridged with Freelancer, he’d ever so slightly, yet constantly, dampen the plants in his counselor’s office so they’d die.

- Once, when Caelum couldn’t convince Freelancer to wake up, Gavin came over and played a very annoying “wake up call” from a radio show host. That woke them up.

- Damien loves Hell’s Kitchen. Not because he likes seeing Gordon yell at chefs, but because he likes seeing chefs who do a good job cooking receive praise.

- Xavier and Huxley prefer the chewy Chips Ahoy cookies (as they should).

- Lasko’s alarm is so soothing it actually puts him back to sleep.

- Caelum has a Nintendo 3DS.

- Huxley met Lasko when a stray football hit Lasko square in the face and Huxley came up to check if he’s okay.

- Kody prefers honey barbeque chips.

- Damien loves the snow. Even if he feels weak and vulnerable during the winter, he loves how it looks and how it feels. He’s never lost a snowball fight either.

- Xavier preferred online classes. Not because it was easy to skip and sleep through, but because it was genuinely easier (to him).

- Lasko has asthma.

- Kody used to have his hair in a ponytail, now he just keeps it out.

- Freelancer can double dutch.

- Gavin can’t but don’t tell him that.

- Caelum has tiny little wings that can just barely pick him up off the ground if he flaps hard enough. He can float anyway, but he likes flapping his wings.

- Damien likes soft cookies, so if he’s given a hard one, he’ll microwave it until it’s soft and melty.

- Lasko likes durian fruit.

- Huxley collects fidget toys

- And igneous rocks.

- Gavin had a pet fish he won, but it died, so he fed it to a stray cat.

- Lasko doesn’t know about the existence of oatmeal raisin cookies.

- Freelancer likes tres leches.

- Sometimes, Caelum stays up past his “bedtime” to use his Nintendo 3DS.

- Whenever Delphinus checks on him in the middle of the night, he swiftly shuts his DS and stuffs it under his pillow as he pretends to be asleep. He’d get away with it too if it wasn’t for Mario saying “Bye bye!” as it closes.

[stayspookymockingbirdlane]

The Munsters as aesthetics:

Herman: Love poems, classic movies, old radio playing in another room, falls in love hard when they do, listening to your inner child, the dad friend, wearing your heart on your sleeve, strong values, sipping coffee at sunrise, laughing so hard it hurts your chest, black boots, rock music, hyperfixations, punny, likes children, always snacking, comes off as more intimidating than they are.

Lily: Gossamer fabric, black tea, deadpan humor, the mom friend, makes undereye circles pretty, neck kisses, crafter, exotic plants, sitting on the porch at dusk, dark cottagecore, lipstick stains, pastels and black together, makes friends easily, statement jewelry, dramatic makeup, deeply committed in relationships, romance novels, jack-of-all-trades.

Grandpa: Chemistry books, doing anything for your family, sassy humor, wolf howls, crumbling castles, hiding how much you care about others, thick gray smoke, bottles of colorful liquid you can't identify, enjoys the finer things, dusty antiques, flirty, spouting history facts, true crime docs.

Marilyn: Vintage clothing, feeding strays, the shoulder to cry on, studying art, charismatic, girl's girl, the feeling of clay on your hands, admiring sunsets, A-line dresses, hairspray, clear nail polish, holding hands, the purr of a cat, organized school notes, being a homebody, always sees the good in others, baking cookies, afraid of hurting people's feelings.

Eddie: The smell of the woods, holding onto your childhood toys, moonlight streaming through your window, watches too many shows at once, the beauty of cemeteries, playing sports, bonding with animals, making friends easily, dirt on your knees, being restless at night, finding new adventures, nail chewing, piercing eyes.

[fly-rye]

i started doing something that i've been wanting to do for a while - keeping a log of songs over the course of a month as a sort of audio diary! my best friend in high school did this and i always thought it was such a fun idea, and this past September i finally managed to remember to start one. this isn't like "one song a day" or anything - just songs i heard on the radio and liked, remembered about and thought "oh yeah that's a great song" or whatever, discovered from a new artist, got recommended by a friend, or have had on repeat for a while, etc etc. :)

~~~

Sep 2023 (Spotify link)

Extraordinary Machine - Fiona Apple

Cars - Gary Numan

Linger - The Cranberries

Ballroom Blitz - Sweet

Running Away - Thee Sacred Souls

Black Hole Sun - Soundgarden

Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin' - Journey

Love Me Dead - Ludo

Sunroof (feat. Thomas Rhett) - Nicky Youre, dazy, Thomas Rhett

Loser - Beck

Wild Thing - Tone-Loc

Rock This Town - Stray Cats

Cupid - Twin Ver. - FIFTY FIFTY

I Hate Myself for Loving You - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

Come Out and Play - The Offspring

Bust A Move - Young MC

Seven (feat. Latto) - Jung Kook, Latto

Sledgehammer - Ninja Sex Party

Can't Take My Eyes off You - Frankie Valli

Darkness Settles In - Five Finger Death Punch

Comme Des Garçons (Like The Boys) - Rina Sawayama

Low (feat. T-Pain) - Flo Rida, T-Pain

Casual Affair - Panic! At The Disco

Mad World - Tears For Fears

Home To My Baby - Laamar

Suburban Legend - DURRY

All Day and All of the Night - The Kinks

[nightmareinfloral]

Loser here (Deftones enjoyer) what do you think Jason Would listen to? I saw somebody else on here say he’s a Linkin Park guy but idk enough to confirm nor deny that hc.

i’m big on historical accuracy when it comes to my character playlists! we see jason from 1983-1988 as robin, so that has a lot to do with my hc!

growing up with catherine, i believe that he didn’t hear much music except for what was on the radio and his moms small collection of vinyls from when she was a teen. i’ve firmly placed catherine as a rockabilly (sorry), so i’m talking Buddy Holly, Eddie Cochran, Wanda Jackson, Elvis, Jerry Lee Lewis, etc. He grew up listening to Buddy Holly and Wanda Jackson’s self titled albums on an old record player.

however these were lost after his mom died. he was too busy trying to survive on the streets to care much for music, but once he gets adopted he gets really into it. it’s also a way to connect with his peers at school (i have on good authority what posh boys in the 80s listened to). people talk a lot about Jason loving books but to me he had a vinyl collection as well. Metallica, AC/DC, ELO, Queen, Accept, Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Megadeath, as well as some rockabilly influence with the Stray Cats, the Cramps, the Romantics, and Red Rockers. lots of rock and heavy metal.

but then, oopsies! the boy got sploded. And then got resurrected! He shows back up in 2005 which is just around the time for Linkin Park! However I don’t think he had much time for music. Too busy kicking ass and taking names etc etc. My guy does NOT have a Spotify account! Just very much a “whatever’s on the radio” kinda guy. Definitely tunes in to the rap or rock station though. TRAP 93.5: Gotham’s best rap radio!

[fleshybones]

music, learned olds and unlearned news

Blood Bleeds  Under the Milky Way Cough Syrup  Home Fade into You Dayglow Vista It’s Real Detlef Souxsie Blaqq Numbered Days Fake Palindromes Excuses VCR Weird Fishes Catch the Sun perfect world 

Box of Rain  PDA Wish I Knew You  boxer rebellion brand new bon iver Radiohead tv on the radio e for explode  Cut your hair pavement  (1994) Lou reed transformers (1972)  The Real Me - The Who Feeling That Way - Journey  Take a Look Around James Gang  Rock On David Essex 1973  Silversun Pickups X The Holding Company Byrd Cream X Lovin’ Spoonful  KC & the Sunshine  Urban Hymns the Verve This is Your Life   The Setting Sun  We Are One Tonight Lonely Nation Beautiful Letdown   The world I know 

Pets Porno for Pyro Smashing Pumpkins Pink Floyd Two Tickets to Paradise Ain’t no Mountain High  Deep purple New order James addiction Blur X Smashing pumpkins Cream  Ezra  Acdc Bush R.E.M. Donovan  The guess who  Motley crew  Doobie brothers  Scorpions  Grate  The Who Heaven or Las Vegas  Cocteau Twins 

For Tomorrow, Country House Blur  Vapour Trails  Ride  Running up That Hill  Kate Bush  Ceremony New Order  Black Summer  RHCP Fools Gold  The Stone Roses  Heart Byrds Cream The Lovin’ Spoonfuls The Guess Who The Association Iron Butterfly Cheap Trick Gordon Lightfoot Poison  Jefferson Airplane The Monkees Boston Foreigner  KISS Van Halen The Turtles  Dr. Hook Wings George Harrison The Classics IV  Donovan  America Cannibal & The Headhunters Shocking Blue  The Police  The Velvet Underground  Yes  Guns N Roses  Warrant  Jethro Tull Traffic The Yardbirds  Leonard Cohen  The Magnetic Fields  The Psychadelic Furs  Stray Cats  T-Rex Three Dog Night Madonna Elvis David Bowie Foghat Great White  George Thoroughgood Jane’s Addiction White Snake Scorpions Humble Pie Mountain  Eddie Money Van Morrison  Whitesnake  Motley Crue  Iron Maiden  Fuel Alice In Chains  Beartooth Halestorm  Steel Panther  Black Sabbath  Cypress Hill Korn Metallica  Staind Disturbed Volbeat Rise Against Falling in Reverse Killswitch Engage Starset Beartooth Seether Skillet Every Time I Die Pennywise Atreyu Rob Zombie  Chevelle The Smashing PumpkinS Echo & The Bunnymen The Psychadelic Furs Magnetic Fields Collective Soul ToadiesFortunate YouthPerfume GeniusKip MooreJordan Fletcher Porcupine Tree Dream Theatre Chet Baker & Bill Evans

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[longliverockback]

Stray Cats Original Album Classics [Box Set] 2014 Arista ————————————————— Tracks CD One: Stray Cats 01. Runaway Boys 02. Fishnet Stockings 03. Ubangi Stomp 04. Jeanie, Jeanie, Jeanie 05. Storm the Embassy 06. Rock This Town 07. Rumble in Brighton 08. Stray Cat Strut 09. Crawl up and Die 10. Double Talkin Baby 11. My One Desire 12. Wild Saxaphone

Tracks CD Two: Gonna Ball 01. Baby Blue Eyes 02. Little Miss Prissy 03. Wasn’t that Good 04. Cryin’ Shame 05. (She’ll Stay Just) One More Day 06. What’s Goin’ down (Cross That Bridge) 07. You Don’t Believe Me 08. Gonna Ball 09. Wicked Whisky 10. Rev It up & Go 11. Lonely Summer Nights 12. Crazy Mixed-up Kid

Tracks CD Three: Rant n’ Rave with the Stray Cats 01. Rebels Rule 02. Too Hip, Gotta Go 03. Look at That Cadillac 04. Something’s Wrong with My Radio 05. 18 Miles to Memphis 06. (She’s) Sexy + 17 07. Dig Dirty Doggy 08. I Won’t Stand in Your Way 09. Hotrod Gang 10. How Long You Wanna Live, Anyway? —————————————————

* Long Live Rock Archive

[asolle]

Click on the link to download or stream Music Music Music spring 24 episode 10: https://app.box.com/s/wdd5dzcau7cmqum5jjtv1v2bbvw0pyfi

Playlist:

Fantomas - 04/19/05 Eagles - Victim of Love Glass Animals - Creatures in Heaven Amy Winehouse - You Know I'm No Good Faith No More - We Care A Lot/Easy Melvins - Outside Chance A. Savage - It Won't Be Long and I'll Be Hating you Jay-Z/Linkin Park - Numb/Encore My Morning Jacket - Complex Dolly Parton - Heart of Glass Smashing Pumpkins - Today Hot Chip - Dancing in the Dark Albert Hammond Jr - Old Man Stray Cats - Rock This Town Waxahatchee - Ice Cold Pernice Brothers - I Don't Need That Anymore New Order - Bizarre Love Triangle The Notorious B.I.G. - Hypnotize Gossip - Give It Up For Love Operation Ivy - Bombshell/Sound System Khruangbin - Hold Me Up (Thank You) Jakobs Castle - Motel Radio Pixies - Break My Body/Something Against You Steve Lacy - Helmet Wilco - Kamera Dabeull - In My Mind The Roots - You Got Me Desert Sharks - Deeper Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Rich Ike & Tina Turner - Honky Tonk Woman The Sea and Cake - Darkest Night

[dearyallfrommatt]

"Long White Cadillac”

I wasn’t really a fan of Dwight Yoakam when he first got big in Nashville. I couldn’t tell you why, exactly, except that I was coming into puberty via a long and embarrassing process and perhaps I thought his overall look was a bit too fruity.

Anyhow, in 1988 he did a duet with the legendary Buck Owens on a lesser-known hit of the latter’s called “Streets Of Bakersfield” that was a Number One smash. It was the one and this song, which reached 35 the next year, was the two. I bought the newest Beunos Noches From A Lonely Room and 1989's greatest hits collection Just Lookin’ For A Hit, and I was a fan. I bet I wore out two cassettes for each of those two albums.

In a roundabout way, it also made me a fan of ‘80s band The Blasters from out in California. Formed by brothers Dave and Phil Alvin, the Blasters were part of that “roots revival” music thing that happened in reaction to hair metal and New Wave pop music. Two guitars, three chords, and the Truth, that whole thing. Friend of mine told me “Long White Cadillac” - which is obviously about Hank Williams - came from a punk song. At the time, I thought punk was a joke, boring rock badly played by ugly guys trying to get laid. I was a teenager, I got nothing better than that.

The Blasters, of course, wasn’t a punk band but they fell into that sub-genre “cowpunk,” what Bill Davis of Dash Rip Rock once told me was “punk rock’s drunk redneck cousin.” The Blasters leaned more towards rockabilly revivalism, a la the Stray Cats but with less pomade in their hair. They’re all fans and friends, so it doesn’t matter. Unfortunately, while it inspired a truly fanatical fanbase and got all the music critics hard for a while, the movement produced only a few hits, most by the aforementioned Stray Cats.

The Blasters did relatively okay, peaking at 36 with their self-titled major label debut in 1982. They put out three more albums before breaking up - yeah, another “brothers in a rock band” thing - reforming a decade later to put out a pair of killer-bee live records before the Alvin brothers split again, though mainly because Dave wanted to do his own thing sans Blasters.

I’m still a fan of both, though I haven’t kept tabs on anyone involved in years. From what I gather, Dwight spends most of his time on Sirius radio, Dave still performs after a tough battle with cancer, and Phil has spent most of the last year hospitalized. Donations to his medical expenses can be made via Sweet Relief.

Dig it.

[ginforgodsake]

the grayish and golden shade of the cloud preventing the rays of the sun to penetrate and touch the living things—so as me below its mighty place. the rocks i stepped every day as i go waiting for our school bus seem to get smaller and smaller and prick the side of my shoe. the branches of a palm tree seem to detach at any time and the fruit might go as well. the different species of birds, stray dogs, and cats approaching people asking for food, for tender petting. the grass in the flower pot grows in different sizes and heights. the harsh sounds from an establishment about to open, a shout from a tricycle driver calling for passengers, a radio broadcaster scolding a particular local government, a shoemaker arranging his needles and blades, the barber shop, the smell of freshly baked pastries, a bulb that is about to give up, a light post from taxpayers money but the credit named after a politician's son, the bus line, the flower shop, the mosque. it's six thirty, im inside of our school bus wearing my cardigan and about to sleep.

today, a good cry day [may 8, 2023]

[atozphantomsquadron]

Kitty - IV

(cw: combat depictions)

   The team approached a clearing, their steps becoming as light as possible.  Movement caught Lazarus’ eye immediately from the place; she motioned behind her for Lonstein then crept up through the trees.  Her body slithered along the ground, her steps making almost no sound, until she was at the edge of the clearing.

   Lonstein tiptoed up behind her.  She quickly turned around and motioned for him to drop to the ground, which he quickly did, sliding up next to his commander.

   “Not so loud, Lonstein!”

   Lonstein gave Lazarus a dirty look, responding to her stage whisper.  “With all due respect, L.T., I’m not a cat.”

   Lazarus smirked.  “Yeah, yeah.  The target’s down there.  Get our guys set up.”

   Lonstein nodded, turning around and motioning to the other men.  Trueman and Thayer backed off along with Lonstein, while Tyler and Payette slowly made their way in opposite directions around the clearing.

   Ahma took the place Lonstein had left.  “L.T., are you sure you’re okay?”

   Lazarus’ eyes did not waver.  The new fur on the backs of her arms started to stand up.  “I’ll be fine, once my uneasy feeling goes away.  Y’know, this isn’t too hard to get used to.”

   Ahma reached into his own ammunition harness, pulling out his gun.  “I don’t know, you don’t seem to be having such an easy time of it.”

   “I’ll manage, don’t worry about me.  Check on our guys.”

   Ahma nodded, pressing his radio to his throat.  “Foxtrot, status.”

   No reply came before a yell erupted from the clearing.  Lazarus quickly yanked Ahma toward her and rolled as a stray rocket blasted past.  The round landed a distance away, tossing dirt up over both SEALS.

   “What happened?”  Lonstein ran up to his teammates, Thayer and Trueman in tow.

   “Get down, goddammit!”

   Another rocket fired.  Lazarus wrapped her arms around Ahma, quickly reaching her feet and leaping backward.  The rocket once again barely missed the team, detonating behind Trueman and Thayer, the shock driving them to the ground.  Lonstein shuffled his way over to Lazarus.

   “How did you do that?”

   “Never mind that now, what’s happening at our perimeter?”

   Thayer slid up to the rest.  “We’ve lost contact with Tyler!”

   Lazarus slammed her fist down on the ground.  “Great, no fucking medic.  Call Payette, get him over here now, everyone else with me, weapons out, safeties off!”

   Disposing with any illusions of stealth, the team scrambled through the brush and into the clearing.  More weapons were fired from the clearing: Lazarus motioned to the others to scramble away from her as they stormed the area.

   Ahma noticed it first.  “Guys, what’s wrong with this picture?”  He lowered his rifle.

   The rest of the team, weapons still at the ready, finally let up from their sprint.  A quick look around showed the truth: they were the only people there.  Lazarus reached into Ahma’s holster, taking his pistol.  “Don’t trust it.  Everyone, on your toes.  There’s something here …”

   Lazarus’ eyes scanned the scene cautiously.  People had been there, as evidenced by the empty ammunition crates and abandoned weapons.  Scrape marks, treads, footprints, splatters of red … all of the evidence pointed to a finished battle.

   Where was everybody?

   Lazarus dropped down to all fours, feeling the dirt in her hands.  The tail that her team had noticed on her discovery rocked like a pendulum, looking thoughtful.

   Lonstein crouched next to his lieutenant.  “L.T.?”

   She looked over at him, her back arching slightly.  “I haven’t been able to get my damn hair to stop standing up.  Something’s here.”

   Lonstein cocked his rifle, keeping low to the ground next to Lazarus.  The cat woman continued to creep through the moist dirt, her hands clutching slightly.

   Payette ran up to her.  “Ma’am, Tyler’s badly hurt, a stray grenade caught him in both legs.”

   She looked up then suddenly pounced on Payette, knocking him to the ground.  Another rocket shot past, over the two prone figures, blasting into the forest.

   “All right, I’m getting a little tired of these damn rockets!”

   Lazarus leaped to her feet, breaking into a sprint toward the source where the fire had emanated from.  The rest of her team struggled to keep up, Lonstein and Ahma at the head of the group.  Lazarus holstered the pistol she had taken from Ahma, dropping to her hands and feet and running in an almost animal style.  She sped up considerably over her bipedal team, covering huge amounts of land.

   Following the uneasy feeling in her spine.

   Her team continued their mad sprint behind her, trying to keep up with the woman, until at once she stopped short and stood upright.  Lonstein and Ahma dug their heels into the earth, trying to stop their own sprints, but Thayer and Trueman ran into them.  As all four soldiers collapsed into a heap, Lazarus turned to face them.

   “There’s someone here, I just don’t know who.  Dust yourselves off, fan out and check the area.”  She looked around questioningly.  “Where did Payette get to?”

   Thayer picked himself up off the ground.  “He’s with Tyler, they’re making their way back to the boat.”

   Lazarus sighed.  Four men and a cat, what a force.  “Understood.  Fan out, guys.”

   The team’s search was slow and cautious, looking out for any more stray weapons fire.  At intervals, Lazarus would crouch down and take more earth into her hands, feeling it tumble through her furred fingers.

   From one of these crouches, she heard stray sounds.  One pointed ear pricked up, her head following.  She pulled Ahma’s pistol out, cocking it quietly, waiting.

   A dark-skinned man, in light linen clothing, sprinted out of the woods and toward Lazarus’s position.  Instantly, she was up on her feet, tackling the man, the pistol pointed at his temple.

   “Hold it right there, buddy boy.  You’re going to give me some answers, or you’ll be picking your brains out of the trees.”

   The man froze, paralyzed with the threat of violence.  His mouth, however, had no such limit, spouting out a long line of Urdu.

   “’Demon,’ what demon?”

   Lazarus’ head cocked.  How did she just understand that?  The man continued, his voice tremulous with fear.

   “Where are the rest of your men?”

   The man responded, motioning with his chin in four directions.

   “Did you fire the rockets at us?”

   This question the man could answer in English: “No.”

   “Did the demon fire them at us?”

   He shook his head.  Lazarus dropped him, holstering the pistol.

   “Listen, there are four of my men patrolling this area.  I want you to surrender to one of them.”  She stood up to her full height, reaching into her shirt pocket for a pad of paper and a pen.  “I want you to give this to whoever you surrender to, this will explain everything to them because they won’t understand you like I do.”

   She ripped a note off of the pad then plucked a handful of hair from her head, quickly wrapping it around the note.  “This will guarantee that you’re legit.  Keep going the way you were.  Go.”

   Still shaking, the man carefully took the note from Lazarus and ran away.  She pulled the gun out again, looking back in the direction the man had run from.

   “A demon broke up our camp, destroyed it … it came from a pit behind the trees … no weapon could destroy it.”

   Lazarus clenched her free hand into a fist.  Crouching close to the ground, she carefully picked her way into the forest.

   The short man was the one who noticed the approaching yeoman.  He looked up from his cup of tea.  “Yes, seaman?”

   The yeoman handed a small piece of paper to Cyrus, who thanked him and sent him away.  Ken looked over as Cyrus opened the note.

   “What is it?”

   Cyrus raised an eyebrow.  “It seems there’s been a medical evac call for part of Foxtrot.  Their medic.”

   Ken took the note from Cyrus, looking it over.  “Think that’s our cue?”

   “I believe so.  Let’s go.”

   The ship was a small boat, compartments connected by less space than what would be expected.  Both Ken and Cyrus were glad of this, as they reached the bridge in less than a minute.  Cdr. MacEwan stood at the ship’s conn, monitoring the activity aboard.

   “Commander, what is our current position?”

   MacEwan chose not to turn toward Cyrus.  “About fifteen miles to the southwest of Karachi, why?”

   Ken cleared his throat.  “Are you aware of the call for medical evacuation?”

   Now MacEwan turned, to face Ken.  “I got that call about five minutes ago.  We’re preparing to surface.”

   “Conn/Sonar, new surface contact, heading one-niner-three, current speed three knots, distance four hundred yards and closing.”

   MacEwan turned to the sonar operator.  “Very good.  Dive control, empty ballasts, bring us up.”

   “Sir, we need to take Foxtrot’s boat.”

   MacEwan spun around.  “What?”

   Ken approached the commander.  “We need to take Foxtrot’s boat and head out to their position.  It’s part of our orders.”

   MacEwan put his fingers up to the bridge of his nose, rubbing his forehead.  “Sharpe, I’m naming my first ulcer after you.”  He reached for the intercom handset.  “Sick Bay/Conn, prepare for incoming wounded.  Security detail, prepare DDS for arrival and departure.”

   Cyrus smiled.  “Thank you, commander.  We’ll put a good word in for you with Admiral Yardley.”

   “Yeah, yeah.”  The commander dismissed the two agents with an absent wave of his hand, turning back to the helmsman.  “Helm, maintain course, reduce speed to one quarter …”