#S.O.B. band

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

FROM SHARING A KILLER SPLIT RELEASE TO SPLITTING RIPPING VOCAL DUTIES ONSTAGE.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on the late, great Tottsuan of Japan's S.O.B., guesting with Lee Dorrian on vocals with NAPALM DEATH, live at Kulturinitiative in Böblingen, Germany, June 8th 1989, during ND’s 1989 tour of Europe with S.O.B., followed by their tour of Japan, which lasted from 14th-22nd of July.

TOUR OVERVIEW: While in Japan, ND played in Tokyo, Nagoya and Osaka with various hardcore acts such as hard LIP CREAM, Cream, ACID, NIGHTMARE, GAUZE, and DEATH SIDE, championing pioneers of what would become known as the Burning Spirits era of Japanese hardcore punk."

-- FORT BRAGG ZINE (NYC/UK-based print/online zine)

Source: www.picuki.com/media/3211299793422365301.

[bleedingcoffee42]

Band of Brothers - Part 3- Carentan

Also known as the Harry Welsh you lucky S.O.B. and Kitty Grogan you are one lucky girl episode.

I hope Dick and Nix told her every thing he did and every iconic line.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Happy Sunday, love! I’m very excited about the first chapter of The Ranger today. 😘💜

Also, I have a little writing question for you. I know we both share a love of writing to music and getting inspired by certain songs. What has been your favorite song and/or music inspiration while writing? 

Yes Happy Sunday! I'm really excited to share it! I'm warning you now it ends on a cliffhanger!

Oh good question! With a not so simple answer 😂 I tend to have a rotating cast of a few particular songs when I'm working on a particular story. Generally, those songs stick with that story alone. Sometimes they cross over into the couple works I do following but it does shift over time. But of course, there are some that stick around! I'm very much a person that listens to all genres (not huge on country or some rap) but generally I love it all.

There's a couple that stand out for me (okay, more like 5,000 lol). But here are a few of the big hitters:

broken by lovelytheband was a repeat customer for Broken Like Me

Anything by Nine Inch Nails when I'm working on something thriller esque (so Into The Void was on repeat for The Ranger!)

Not Losing You by Maddie Poppe directly inspired Not Losing You from the lyrics alone

Wild Horses by The Sundays and I Go To The Barn Because I Like The by Band of Horses have been the soundtrack of MANY stories. They just go with many moments in fics for me.

Long Time Running by The Tragically Hip is that song that gives "slow-dancing in a bar late at night and not caring who sees" vibes

I'd Be Waiting by Nathaniel Ratteliff & The Night Sweats. These guys are most known for S.O.B. but this is actually my fav song. I always pop it on when I need a sweet Dean moment

So that's just a few for me! I could honestly go on way too long about how mood and music directly influence the writing process.

I'm going to put the same question back to you!

[bonesbuckleup]

You recently introduced me to Cloud Cult by way of your post referencing "One Way Out Of A Hole," and I've done nothing but obsessively listen to them at full blast ever since. My Spotify Wrapped will be a wreck (as will my car if I keep accidentally speeding while screaming inspirational lyrics). So... do you have any other music recommendations?

Yes.

But also full disclosure, Cloud Cult (LINK!!!) is arguably one of my most obscure band-that-I-love and a lot of these are much more mainstream, but I do enjoy and Spotify says I frequently listen to:

Orville Peck--I'm not usually one for country but particularly his album Bronco owns my soul. You like twangy songs with a lot of heart performed by a queer man who wears a tasseled mask in every appearance? Then boy oh boy is Orville Peck right for you.

Mother Mother--I think they're pretty well known but they're new to me! Favorites are "It's Alright" and "Sick of the Silence"

The Narcissist Cookbook--they live somewhere between punk, spoken word, yelling, and grit-your-teeth-and-get-through-it inspirational. Favorites include "GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE" and "Ghost Stories." 100% an acquired taste and not for everyone.

First Aid Kit--hippy girl music that makes you want to go run through the woods. Kind of a less-known cousin to Florence and the Machine. They've got a solid vibe throughout most of their stuff so you really can't go wrong with a start point, but their recent album Palamino scratches my brain in a nice way.

Florence and the Machine--self-explanatory. Current faves are "100 Years," "Choreomania," and always "Which Witch." Seeing her live was the closest I've ever been to understanding how people join cults.

Hozier--another self-explanatory one but also his newest album just dropped and I am obsessed.

Gregory Alan Isakov--my love. Chill folk music with lyrics that sucker punch you when you pay attention and listen. Excellent music to put on while writing.

Nathaniel Ratecliff & the Night Sweats--Just a solid good-time band with great lyrics and a lot of heart. Swings from stomp and holler to really thoughtful/high-feel songs. Almost all hits tbh. Favorites are "S.O.B." and "And It's Still Alright."

[babes-week]

Entry by Anonymous Willow  For Day Three “Are We Lost!” 

It was hot out, the sun reaching down to smack everyone who dared step outside. Even being in the shade wasn’t enough. Beetlejuice was pretty sure he’d seen a sign post start drooping, and all the heat waves coming up from the asphalt were causing mirages. 

“Are we lost?” Beetlejuice tapped the bench arm, watching Lydia stare at the bus route map. 

“No!” she snapped without looking at him. 

Yeah… they were lost. He could see her anxiety in the way she shifted her feet and clenched her hands in her pockets. “Ya know, I could just… poof us there. Just say the word and we’ll be at your granny’s house!”

She glared over her shoulder at him. He really shouldn’t find that as sexy as he did, but, well… he was a horny s.o.b. and he didn’t mind admitting it. Besides, what man wouldn’t be a little turned on? There she was, wearing shorts and a black tank top, showing off those slim curves and gorgeous skin while hiding all the really interesting bits, glaring at him with big eyes the color dark coffee. 

“You told me,” she said, slowly and carefully, “that you could only go to places you’ve been to, or are so important that they act like beacons.”

“Yeah. That’s how it works,” he agreed. It was kind of creepy how she remembered all the stuff he spouted off. Creepy, but in a good way.

“You’ve never been to my grandma’s house.”

“Nope.”

“So… how would you get us there?”

He drew a blank. Snorting, she turned back around to stare at the map some more. “That’s what I thought.”

“Come on, Babes,” he groaned, slumping down on the bench. “It’s too friggin’ hot! At least let me take us somewhere cooler! Just a quick trip to the arctic, then we’ll be right back!”

“You’re the one who decided to wear a full suit in July, you nutjob,” she said. 

“Got a job you could do with these nuts,” he muttered, shifting in his seat.

“Wanna repeat that louder?”

“Just said good job I’m not dressed like a slut, otherwise, um, people would be trying to pick me up. Ya know, ‘cause we’re on a street corner?” 

She glanced back at him, eyebrow raised, and he squirmed. “Shut up.”

“Didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking it loud enough.” Time for a subject change! “Look, I got an idea. Come sit down.” He patted the spot next to him. 

Lydia considered for a moment, then came over and sat down with a sigh. “I’m only sitting because the next bus doesn’t come for an hour,” she told him.

“Whatever makes you happy, Babes,” he said, conjuring them both a glass of icy lemonade. 

“Oh, I want that,” she groaned, taking the glass and putting it against her forehead. 

He waited until they both had drunk most of their glass before he said, “Now tell me about your granny. You’ve told me stuff and shown me pictures, and I heard her on the phone, but you haven’t told me a lot about her. She’s your mom’s mom, right?”

“Yeah,” she said, voice soft. “Grandma Beth. Elizabeth. Mom named me after her.”

He hadn’t known that. “Tell me about Grandma Beth, more than just superficial stuff.” 

She eyed him sidelong. “Why?”

“Because,” he said, rolling his eyes, “you’re literally bringing me to meet her. You didn’t say that’s what we were doing, but that’s what we’re doing.” He held up his left hand and pointed at his ring finger, which sported a gold band. “Before she dies, I’m betting.”

Lydia’s cheeks turned scarlet with temper, but she didn’t actually refute the claim. He nodded smugly. “So, tell me about Granny Beth.”

She took a deep breath, then started telling him. She told him about how she would spend summers with her grandparents in Illinois, and how it was there she’d learned to love photography, sewing, and things from the past. The farm house didn’t have cable TV and the tiny TV it did have barely worked, so she’d spent all her time outside playing with the neighbors or, more usually, by herself in the nearby woods. But Grandma Beth had always been willing to play with her when she’d asked. So had Grandpa John, before he’d died. When that happened, Emily had wanted Grandma Beth to come live in New York with her, but the old woman had declined. She’d been born in that house, she intended to die there. 

“I spent too long away,” Lydia said, shoulders drooping. “I haven’t gone back since Mama died. I should’ve been there with Grandma Beth.” She wasn’t looking at him, and he knew just by that she was on the verge of tears. Lydia hated crying in front of people, even him. "And now, I try to get there, and I get lost."

“Hey now,” he said, putting an arm around her shoulders. “Yeah, it’s been awhile, but you’re gonna be there now. We can stay as long as you like. Hell, we can move there, if you want. Anything you want." That last bit was more needy than he'd like to admit.

She laughed a little and leaned into him. “Let’s see how a visit goes first.”

He fished her phone out of her bag and opened her photos, flicking until he got to the ones she'd showed him. There was his girl, except much younger, standing in front of what he thought was the most stereotypical farm house in the world. There were even chickens in the background. Standing with Lydia was an old woman, thin and stringy, but with the same careworn dignity as the house.  She would've been a knockout in her youth, he judged. He also noticed that she and Lydia had the same dark eyes. 

"Tell me about this picture," he said. "Take me back to that day."

She gave him an odd look, but did. "It was just an ordinary day there. July, like it says, so it was hot, but the lighting was really good so we decided to try out the timer on my new phone." Her smile was wry and nostalgic. "We used an old camera tripod."

"What did it smell like?"

"What?!" she laughed, sitting up so she could stare at him.

"You heard me. Pretend you're writing a poem or some shit like that and draw me a picture."

"With scent. You're really mixing your metaphors there, Beej."

He rolled his eyes. "You're drawing with scented markers then. Now get talking."

Still chuckling, she obliged. "Like I said, it was hot, just like today. There were heatwaves over the fields, and it was the humid sort of hot. There's a stream on the other side of the road, so you can hear it from the front of the house. You can hear the sounds of the animals, chickens and goats, and one cow, Maisy. I don't know if she's still alive though." She wrinkled her nose. "You can smell them too. Animal smells and manure. Not great. But the green smell from the fields… that smells amazing. And so does Grandma Beth's cooking. Her whole house smells like baking, and you can smell it from the road if you try."

He nodded, picturing it in his head. Yeah… he thought he could just about grab hold. 

"Oh, there's the bus!" she said, pointing excitedly. "If we take this one, it'll get us back on track, I'm sure this time."

"Got a better idea." He got up and pulled her after him, grabbing her bag. Bag secured, he pulled her against him. "Gimme a kiss."

"What?" she squawked. "Right now?"

"You heard me," he growled, wrapping an arm around her so she couldn't escape. "Come on. Least you could do as recompense for getting us lost."

"Recompense," she drawled. "That's a big word, BJ."

"Oh shut up," he said, then shut her up with a kiss. He waited until she had put her arms around his neck before he teleported them to Grandma Beth's. With the picture Lydia had painted him with words and emotion, he could sense it, a faint little beacon.

When he finally let her come up for air, he was grinning and Lydia had a slightly dazed look on her face. He loved seeing that look on her face, almost as much as he loved the little cat's smile she got after—

"Beej!" 

He snapped out of his brief daydream to see her dazed look had been replaced by shock as she looked around them. Cued in, he looked too, and was more than a little smug to see he'd put them smack on the dirt road in front of Grandma Beth's.

"Beej! Did you—?"

"I'm the ghost with the most, baby!" He puffed his chest out and tucked his thumbs under his suspenders. She squealed, bouncing up up and down, then threw herself at him and kissed him until his head spun.

“Hey you, kids! What are you doing smooching on my road?!” The querulous voice broke them apart, though Beetlejuice was a lot more reluctant to let go than Lydia. She squirmed enough that he finally released her, letting her slide down him and turn to face the old woman standing on the wrap around porch. 

“Grandma Beth! It’s me, Lydia! I called and told you I was coming, remember!”

Grandma Beth’s eyes widened and she hurried (as well as an old woman could hurry), down the steps. Lydia met her there, embracing her grandmother. Beth hugged her back, just as tight. 

Beetlejuice lingered on the road, both to give them privacy and to give himself a moment to calm down. He did not want to greet Lydia’s beloved grandmother with a boner.

Finally, Lydia and Beth separated, both of them wiping their eyes and pretending they weren’t crying.  

Eyes clear, Beth looked over Lydia’s shoulder and those dark eyes narrowed. He couldn’t help but grin. It was uncanny to see Lydia’s suspicious eyes on another woman’s face. Hiking up Lydia’s bag, he ambled up the front walk and stuck his hand out. “BJ Shoggoth. I’m Lydia’s boytoy— I mean, fiance.”

Beth raised her eyebrows, looking him up and down, then took his hand. Her hand was strong and callused, despite the thin skin and bony fingers. “Are you now? I knew our Lydia would choose someone as strange and unusual as her.”

Beetlejuice didn’t think he could grin any wider, but somehow he managed it. “Lady, I’m a thousand times stranger than she is, believe me.”

“Young man, I think I just might. Now, both of you come inside. It’s too hot out.” She looked up and down the road, frowning. “How did you get here? Where is your car?”

“We, uh, we walked the last little way. Hitch hiked,” Beetlejuice said quickly when he saw Lydia floundering for an answer. 

Beth’s wrinkled face wrinkles even more. “Oh my. That’s dangerous.” 

“Not with BJ around,” Lydia said with a smile at him, linking her arm with her grandmother’s and leading her inside. “He keeps me safe.”

“Always,” he promised. Lydia reaches back with her free hand. He takes it in his and follows after her.

[deputygonebye]

@shvatgrss || Taken from here. 

snarls 

Hand outstretched before himself, like a shield, Shane crept closer to the large jungle cat. Certainly not stupid enough to want to test his fate, it wasn’t part of his business that he was there. A support for Rick more than anything else - there was rumor about a truce between the two communities, an alliance against a common enemy. Saviors like an unholy band of rebels; couldn’t have been more hated by Shane if they tried. 

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay, girl. I ain’t gonna hurt you.” He promised, brown eyes scanning how Shiva moved, the sharpness of her smile, her teeth. “I’m just here to keep a watch on my buddy. You’ve seen him, haven’t you? Yeah. His name’s Rick. It’s alright. I ain’t gonna touch you. I’m just gonna stand here by myself. I’m just waitin’ for my friend to come back. Easy, girl. Easy.”

Shaking his head in disbelief, an exhale, Shane grouched, in the very least to himself, “can’t believe the crazy S.O.B has a damn pet tiger. Of all the insane things I’ve seen... whatever happened to havin’ a dog? Let me tell you somethin’, I would never. Just when I thought the world couldn’t lose anymore of its damn mind.”

[li-nox]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite accs (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Same q, another fangirl *mwuaah* 💕 So, here we go with 5 more songs I like:

"Sitting Down Here" by Lene Marlin, bc first time I listened to was with a very dear friend who's still in my life

"S.O.B" by Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats, bc it's basically the unofficial anthem to my favorite fictional character--- and I just love the vibe, one has 2b allowed to curse once in a while 😉

"Young Love" by Eli Lieb, for the secret romantic I am

"Egoist" by Falco, bc classic one. No explanation needed 😁

"Ja" by Silbermond, see 3 + bc. Silbermond was my first favorite band and concert.

[big-wooper]

2

16

2. go-to karaoke song?

I like to sing Amish Paradise by Weird Al. It would depend on the audience, though. I'd like to try out S.O.B. by Nathaniel Rateliff because it's thematic.

16. did an ex ruin a song?

I used to enjoy the band Crystal Castles and specifically the song I Am Made of Chalk. It felt really artistic in a way that most songs wouldn't try. But since I broke it off w the person who introduced it to me, it's hard to go back.

[musikblog]

https://www.musikblog.de/2024/06/nathaniel-rateliff-and-the-night-sweats-south-of-here/ Mit “S.O.B.” vom 2015er Debütalbum “Nathaniel Rateliff And The Night Sweats” ist der erfolgreichste Hit von Nathaniel Rateliff und seiner Band ein widerspenstiger, alles zerberstender Song mit ordentlich Druck auf dem Kessel. Auf Album Nummer 4 kann und möchte die Formation nun ganz andere Wege gehen und lässt das Gaspedal beachtlich oft los. Gut so. […]

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

GRINDERS ON A MISSION -- TO PUT OSAKA ON THE EXTREME MUSIC MAP.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on band members Naoto, Tottsuan (R.I.P.) and Yasue of Japanese grindcore/extreme music group S.O.B at the Eggplant, Osaka (homebase for the band), c. 1986.

OVERVIEW: "Crazy how it’s ‘86 and already CRUMBSUCKERS’ popularity (with the release of "Life of Dreams") had reached Japan. It goes without saying how S.O.B. arguably defined the genre known as grindcore, and that had it not been for "Leave Me Alone" and the "Don’t be Swindle" 12”, grindcore as we know it may not have had such a distinct structural sound, and even some '90s HxC would’ve been arguably different."

-- FORT BRAGG ZINE (NYC/London-based hardcore punk webzine/print zine)

Source: www.picuki.com/profile/fortbraggmagazine.

[cksmart-world]

SMART BOMB

The completely unnecessary news analysis

by Christopher Smart

Jan. 3, 2023

UTAH'S 10 BEST NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS

1 – Sen. Mike Lee: Pretend not to know Trump's chief of staff, Mark Meadows.

2 – Sen. Mitt Romney: Pretend not to know Mike Lee.

3 – Rep. Burgess Owens: Concoct new ways Democrats are destroying America's soul.

4 – Mayor Erin Mendenhall: Ignore mayoral challenger Rocky Anderson.

5 – Former Mayor Rocky Anderson: Don't let Erin Mendenhall ignore you.

6 – Gov. Spencer Cox: Stop talking trash about the Outdoor Retailer trade show now that they're coming back to Utah despite Republican opposition to Bears Ears etc.

7 – A.G. Sean Reyes: Get invited to more international soccer matches. Say you're looking for trafficked women.

8 – Utah Senate President Stuart Adams: Go to more soccer matches with Reyes. Say it's for international trade.

9 – Utah Football Coach Kyle Wittingham: Ask for another raise, $6 million isn't nearly enough.

10 – LDS President Russell Nelson: Get a revelation that it's OK to say “Mormon” again.

ONLY LITTLE PEOPLE PAY TAXES

The cat's out of the bag: In 2016 and again in 2017, Donald Trump paid $750 in federal income taxes. Trump paid zero taxes in 10 of the previous 15 years. That's one helluva cat. As Leona Helmsley once said: “Only little people pay taxes.” Yes Wilson, you and the band are little people. For 2008 and 2009, Trump declared $1 billion in loses and got a $72.9 million refund from previous taxes. It's all on the up and up — or is it. Trump's taxes are such a can of worms that the IRS couldn't (or wouldn't) figure them out. One thing is for sure, tax accountants can be worth their weight in gold — yes, literally. According to the news organization, ProPublica, the 25 top American billionaires increased their wealth by $401 billion from 2014 to 2018, but paid a federal income tax rate of only 3.4 percent. The median American household earned about $70,000 annually and paid 14 percent in federal taxes. Jeff Bezos paid no federal income taxes for the years 2007 and 2011. His wealth increased by $127 billion from 2006 to 2018, while he paid a tax rate of 1.1 percent. Not only does Congress not care that the richest of the rich pay little to no taxes but they want to hang the dirty S.O.B. who leaked to ProPublica. Poor billionaires getting their dirty laundry aired out like that. What is the world coming to.

IT'S A BIRD, IT'S A PLANE — NO IT'S AN OLIGARCH

The weirdest thing, Russian elites just keep falling out of windows. That they were all critics of Vladimir Putin's war in Ukraine is just coincidental. And we thought Trump was mean. Imagine this headline: “Tragic coincidence, Mark Zuckerberg, Warren Buffett, Michael Bloomberg and Elon Musk all fell out of windows to their deaths.” Hmmm. Oh well, what are you going to do. That seems to be the attitude in Russia where at least a dozen big shots have died since the Ukraine incursion in March. The Dutch news network NOS described the coincidences as "a grim series of Russian billionaires, many from the oil and gas industries, who have been found dead in unusual circumstances...” In Putin's Russia, “unusual” is not so unusual. USA Today concluded that 38 Russian businessmen died mysteriously between 2014 and 2017. Darn the luck. Maybe it was Covid. Remember U.S. Attorney General Jeff Sessions, who recused himself from investigating Russian interference into the 2016 election. A furious Trump called him a “dumb Southerner” and “mentally retarded.” But Sessions didn't die mysteriously, although Trump did kill his career. Our politics may be blood sport, but in Putin's Russia there is little blood and no fingerprints but many coincidences.

Post script — That's it for another wonderful year here at Smart Bomb where we keep track of Donald Trump's legal problems so you don't have to. Let's see, there were all those top secret documents he spirited away to Mar-A-Lago; there's the little matter of Trump leading a coup to remain in power; in a recorded call he demanded the  Georgia secretary of state “find” enough votes to win that state; Trump still faces the possibility of criminal charges against him personally as part of the Manhattan D.A.'s Office investigation into fraud allegations. We could go on but there's only so much time in a day. Happy New Year, Mr. Trump. BREAKING NEWS! It rained in California and when it rains, it pours. Ain't it the truth. Last weekend's storm brought 70 inches of snow to Alta, Utah. From our “Stinkers”-file: George Santos, the recently elected Republican congressman from Long Island, has been caught lying — not just lying, but lying and lying and lying. You're right Wilson, we not sure that's news, either. And finally this from the letters to The Salt Lake Tribune: “In what universe does any rational life-form care about what is happening to the cast of the show 'The Real Housewives of Salt Lake City'? For the love of all that is holy, please stop reporting on their pathetic lives.”

Well Wilson, what do you think, is this year going to be better than 2022? Some good things did happen last year, it's just that the staff here at Smart Bomb can't think of any. You and the guys in the band usually have a pretty good attitude, like you're high on life... or something. So take us out with hopeful song for 2023:

What would you think if I sang out of tune Would you stand up and walk out on me? Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song And I'll try not to sing out of key Oh I get by with a little help from my friends Mm I get high with a little help from my friends Mm gonna try with a little help from my friends What do I do when my love is away? Does it worry you to be alone? How do I feel by the end of the day? Are you sad because you're on your own? No I get by with a little help from my friends Mm I get high with a little help from my friends Mm gonna try with a little help from my friends Do you need anybody? I need somebody to love Could it be anybody? I want somebody to love Would you believe in a love at first sight? Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time What do you see when you turn out the light? I can't tell you, but I know it's mine Oh I get by with a little help from my friends Mm I get high with a little help from my friends Oh I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends (With A Little Help From My Friends — The Beatles)

[clown-femme]

Don't know why tonight is the night of me remembering songs I really liked in like 2015/2016 but it is I guess

[bts-spnlvr12]

Battlefield

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x F!Reader

Prompt: I never meant to start a war...(bold, italicized and underlined)

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Rob Benedict, Misha Collins, Alex Calvert

Summary: As an actor of Supernatural, you’ve always loved to go to the conventions to meet fans and does panels with some of the cast such as Misha, Alex, Jared and Jensen, but things have been awkward since the fight between you and Jensen a few weeks before the panel, will you both be able to forgive one another during the convention weekend?

WC: 1455

Warnings: angst, argument, Jensen being a bit of an ass, so it the reader, mentions of abusive relationship, fluff, comforting, anxiety, mention of an almost anxiety attack, tension, language, I think that’s it...

**For the sake of this story, Jensen is single, but I love the Danneel and their gorgeous family, but I hope you guys enjoy this!!!** (Flashback is in this font...)

You were just heading into The Westin Bayshore in Vancouver for a SPN convention for the next three days, you were excited but also you could feel the tension building in the room as you saw one particular person you weren’t wanting to see, Jensen Ackles...

A few weeks before the convention, you and Jensen got into a particular big fight over the phone...

You were with someone who treated you wrongly, Jensen being a good best friend tries to help you, but you never listen to his advice as you still loved your douche bag boyfriend, telling Jensen he doesn’t know what he’s talking about and that he’s wrong...

“You can either get your head out of your ass and pay attention to the bullshit around you, or you can loose my number...” Jensen says final and hangs up on you...

Which came close to becoming an anxiety attack, had you been so far in love with someone who treated you horribly that you could lose your best friend over it? You had to make it up to him...

As soon you could, you broke up with Wade

You headed up to the elevator with your bags and waited to head up to your room to avoid any unnecessary tension in the room, which even Jared detected as he was talking with Jensen, Misha and Alex...

“Is it just me or does the atmosphere seem tense?” Jared mutters, Jensen looks at Jared and sighs a bit loudly as he knows what he means, “You’re not wrong...” Jensen then tells about the whole argument...

You finally get up to your room, head in a start to relax a bit, but your blood pressure slowly rises from your anxiety, you lay down and try some breathing exercises and it eventually works, you decide to go down as it was the first panel soon with Misha and Alex which was in about 45 minutes, so you decided to head backstage and talk with them before they had to go on-stage...

~Day of Saturday Night Special...~

The boys went up on stage and did their panels, telling stories, answering fan questions and just being silly all around, which made you smile a bit but didn’t take Jensen off you’re mind...

You had an idea and went to Rob and told him, he gladly agreed and him and his band got ready for the concert that’ll take place in about an hour later, which made you nervous...

You chose the song Battlefield by Jordin Sparks, as you read the lyrics on your phone, some of the lines made your heart ache as they were relatable to your current situation with Jensen...

You put your phone in your pocket and waited back stage as they finished setting up for the concert, you pulled up the lyrics to have them ready to look when it was your time to go out on stage...

They started pulling out some of the actors such as Briana, Timothy, even Jason Manns came for the convention, and finally Jensen was brought out to sing some songs, such as S.O.B, Heaven, Whipping Post, etc...

Finally, it came to your performance, “I would like to introduce someone special onto the stage, she’s known as (Y/C/N) on Supernatural a few years back, and she would like to sing a song dedicated to a certain someone who was on stage tonight.” Rob looks at you, you gave him a nod to let him say his name...

“Jensen Ackles, would you be able to come back on onto the stage, to sit and watch this performance?” As he said that, Jensen walks out and sits on a nearby stool on stage, fans cheer but quiet down, “I present to you, ladies and gentlemen, Y/N L/N...”

You walk out, phone on and in hand as you placed it in the holder attached to the mic stand and glanced at Jensen, you start singing as Rob started playing...

Don't try to explain your mind I know what's happening here One minute it's love And suddenly it's like a battle-field

One word turns into a war Is it the smallest things that tear us down My world's nothing when you don't I'm out here without a shield; can't go back now

Both hands tied behind my back with nothing Oh no, these times when we climb so fast to fall again Why we gotta fall for it now

I never meant to start a war You know I never wanna hurt you Don't even know what we're fighting for

Why does love always feel like a battlefield, A battlefield, a battlefield? Why does love always feel like a battlefield, A battlefield, a battlefield? Why does love always feel like.

Can't swallow our pride, Neither of us wanna raise that flag, mhmmmm If we can't surrender then We both gonna lose what we had, oh no

Both hands tied behind my back with nothing Oh no, these times when we climb so fast to fall again I don't wanna fall for it now

I never meant to start a war You know I never wanna hurt you Don't even know what we're fighting for

Why does love always feel like a battlefield, A battlefield, a battlefield? Why does love always feel like a battlefield, A battlefield, a battlefield?

I guess you better go and get your armor, (Get your armor) get your armor I guess you better go and get your armor, (Get your armor) get your armor I guess you better go and get your...

We could pretend that we are friends tonight (oh-oh-oh) And in the morning we'll wake up and we'll be alright Cause baby we don't have to fight And I don't want this love to feel like.A battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield,

Why does love always feel like a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield?I guess you better go and get your armor...

I never meant to start a war You know I never wanna hurt you Don't even know what we're fighting for (what are we fighting for?)

Why does love always feel like a battlefield, A battlefield, a battlefield? Why does love always feel like a battlefield, A battlefield, a battlefield?

I guess you better go and get your armor, (Get your armor) get your armor I guess you better go and get your armor, (Get your armor) get your armor

Why does love always feel like... Why does love always feel like... A battlefield, a battlefield

I never meant to start a war Don't even know what we're fighting for

I never meant to start a war

Don't even know what we're fighting for

You were shaking, from anxiety and the emotion from the song, the crowd cheered as you felt the emotions take over, you looked over at Jensen before you broke down into tears, Jensen came over and pulled you into a tight hug as tears rolled down his face, he kissed the top of your head multiple times...

You bowed and thanked the audience as Jensen lead you off the stage slowly, he pulled you into his arms and held you tightly against him, whispering silent, sweet apologies near your ears, you shake your head and cradled his face in your hands...

“It should be me apologizing...I was s-stupid enough to n-not listen to you about Wade, I...I j-just couldn’t stand the t-thought about losing you...” He pulled into his chest again, and held you as if he were to lose you...

“Let’s head back to my apartment, we’ll discuss this more once we’re there...” Jensen suggests, you nod your head in agreement, he told the crew that he was heading back to his apartment, they allowed you both to leave  with the help of security...

Once you got to his apartment, he pulled you into his embrace and lifted you so you could wrap your legs around his waist, he carried you to his couch and sat down, you rested your head in the junction between his neck and shoulder, the tears flowed again as you relaxed, he comforted you with affectionate sayings, praises and kisses...

“I...I love y-you, Jensen...”

“I love you too, sweetheart, always have, always will...”

You smiled softly as you slowly drifted off in his warm, calming embrace...

You’ve always loved him, but you always pushed it away because you thought he could never love someone like you, but you were wrong, he always loved you. He even told you the day after that he’s loved you since the day he first laid his eyes upon you...

You eventually start dating for 5 years before getting engaged and getting married, then start a lovely family together a year later...

[speakingofdoorknobs]

Tagged by @mikesmoustache - here's hoping my taste in music doesn't make you regret it 🤣

“you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs, then tag ten people! no skipping”

You're getting four playlists because I fucking love playlist shuffle memes (all from Prime Music, because I haven't transferred my iTunes and Bandcamp purchases over to my new computer or phone):

From "Elysium Vibes" (my Disco Elysium fic background playlist):

Be OK - Ingrid Michaelson

Happy Ending - Mika

Giving Up the Gun - Vampire Weekend

Only Love Can Break Your Heart - Neil Young

Viva la Vida - Coldplay

You're Somebody Else - flora cash

Brandy Alexander - Feist

Song of Our So-Called Friend - Okkervil River

S.O.B. - Nathaniel Rateliff and the Night Sweats

No One is To Blame - Howard Jones

From "Guitar Inspiration" (songs I'm either working on learning to play, or that inspire me to practice playing):

Dream a Little Dream of Me - The Mamas and the Papas

Dance, Dance, Dance - The Steve Miller Band

You Got It - Roy Orbison

Wake Me Up When September Ends - Green Day

Cruel to Be Kind - Nick Lowe

We Shall Not Overcome - Frank Turner

Soul Meets Body - Death Cab For Cutie

Streetlights - Ludo

Don't Dream it's Over (acoustic) - Crowded House

Ace of Spades - Motörhead

From "Current Brainworms" (songs that have recently been stuck in my head, to help reduce how much I have to skip through other playlists to get to them):

Straight Shot - Devotchka

Never Let Me Down again - Depeche Mode

About Damn Time - Lizzo

Fuck You - Lily Allen

Fake Your Death - My Chemical Romance

Personal Jesus - Depeche Mode

Doctor Jones - Aqua

Corrupt - Depeche Mode

Almost (Sweet Music) - Hozier

Condemnation - Depeche Mode

And finally, just to call myself out, from the list of music I've actually purchased with real hard-earned money:

We Belong - Pat Benatar

Weight of Living, Pt II - Bastille

Talk Dirty - Jason Derulo feat. 2 Chainz

The Monster - Eminem feat. Rihanna

Dying Day - Brandi Carlile

We Only Want to Make You Happy - Sea Power

Mama Said Knock You Out - LL Cool J

Supermassive Black Hole - Muse

American Wedding - Gogol Bordello

I Don't Feel Like Dancin' - Scissor Sisters

tagging @shoutsindwarvish, @tiwaztyrsfist, @singedsun, @tardigradesonthemoon, @angelchrys, @nerdishnerd, @thewinterarcher

[thornescratch]

sorry for cursing (blessing?) your inbox with this but i just found out that nicklas 'murder eyes' backstrom listens to cardi b and follows taylor swift on spotify and now the image of him blasting wap and love story through earbuds while glaring at nothing in particular won't leave my head

LISTEN. Despite its effects on my physical and mental well-being, I am very obviously way too aware of everything the Caps get up to. I’m following all kinds of randos on instagram, paying for multiple sports subscription websites (man you have no idea how much that kills my cheapskate heart to do), and rooting through the trash cans at the MedStar Capitals Iceplex rink on a regular basis like some kind of feral raccoon. And I STILL cannot keep up with the absolute fucking rollercoaster that is Nicklas Backstrom's taste in music. Dude is all over the place.

-In his first interview as a Capital, he proclaimed his favorite bands were U2 and The Sounds, a Swedish indie rock band.

-Sometime in 2010, he picked Miley Cyrus over Taylor Swift in a “This or That” video that I sadly failed to save. (RIP most of the Caps NHL videos from the Young Guns age, those were so stupid and so great. You have things like the entire team arguing over pirates vs. ninjas)

-In late 2010, he refused to dance “in front of [the HBO 24/7 Road the Winter Classic cameras]” when the Caps finally snapped their eight game losing streak and all started fistpumping to “Beat Dat Beat” by DJ Pauly D, which implicates he HAS danced to Beat Dat Beat. Just not in front of cameras.

-Back in 2013, behind the scenes at a Bauer commercial shoot, he randomly sang “How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You)” by James Taylor.

-In late 2015, the Caps Breakaway Booklet had “S.O.B.” by Nathaniel Rateliff and the Night Sweats as his favorite song.

-In an early 2016 Caps Breakaway Booklet, we got a massive influx of Backstrom musical taste, where he chose the Backstreet Boys over NSYNC, and Katy Perry over Taylor Swift, and said his most played musician/band was Axwell & Ingresso (of Swedish House Mafia).

-In late 2016, he was still into Swedish House Mafia. Hooray for a brief moment of consistency.

-2018 was a big year. At the Stadium Series post-game locker room victory scene, you can see him laughing in the background to “Dancing Queen” by ABBA, though that’s not really just him because the entire goddamn team loves that song.

-In May of 2018, one of the NHL LiveWire Best of 2018 Playoffs Mic’d Up segments caught him singing Viva Las Vegas as the Capitals prepared to take on the Golden Knights in the Final.

-And of course, the many, many, many, many, many times he sang Queen’s “We Are The Champions.”

-And not being done yet, in June of 2018, one of Andre Burakovsky’s greatest accomplishments was sharing video of Nicke singing karaoke of Han tog av sig sin kavaj, or “An Evening in June” by Lasse Berghagen.

-For the Caps Halloween party in 2018, he was around while several of his teammates murdered “Piano Man” and “Don’t Stop Believing” though his own participation could not be confirmed.

-In 2019, we all remember the shock and awe when he decided on Whitesnake’s “Here I Go Again,” the 1987 version, as his goal song, a song he ‘remembers from his youth’, apparently. “I think it’s cool, but, yeah, I don’t care too much,” Backstrom said. So you say, sir. So you say.

-Inside the 2020 playoff bubble, he was caught singing “Work It”, a remix of a Jay Sean song by Regard, as well as busting out some prime dance moves.

-This past December in 2020, his favorite song was “All I Want for Christmas” by Mariah Carey, though admittedly he was specifically asked for his favorite Christmas song.

-And now, we have him jamming out to WAP and Love Story. What a man. What a champion. May his utter randomness continue for years to come.

(PS I do not actually root through trashcans, I promise. I did once come real close to accidentally flashing Roman Hamrlik during warmups but that’s another story.)

[youcantbesirius]

WHEN WE WERE YOUNG | S. B.

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader, platonic Regulus Black x reader

Warnings: swearing, plot changes, character death

Y/h - your house

Sirius watched the y/h halfblood witch sit on the table in the courtyard taking a crispy stick from her Hufflepuff friend putting it in between her lips imitating smoking. And as she let the puff of imaginary smoke go a smile broke on her lips as her shoulders shook likely. Her laugh was one of the most contagious things ever. The way you wheezed in bits of your laughter made even the coldest person crack up.

As your eyes met his, his world seemed to stop. He was loosening his tie seemingly short for breath. You, on the other hand, hopped off graciously and hopped over to the young Gryffindor wrapping your arms around him.

"Sirius! Long time no see" you chuckled as you swayed him from side to side.

"Hi..." he chuckled resting his chin on top of your head.

It was quite funny how the noble heir of the Black family was with the halfblood witch. Yet, it made perfect sense. Your mother was a nanny for the Black brothers. And you were simply there, helping her make some money after she was cast out of the pureblood community for being with a muggle.

Walburga and Orion were hard people. But they paid no attention as long as you were doing what you were told. (Depending on your house) They were, however, very pleased that Slytherin got such a talent. And then your mom found better job at the ministry and your time with the Blacks was over. Regulus and Sirius were your best friends and not being able to see them much was painful.

"I haven't seen you much since the sorting ceremony..." you stated in concern. You knew better than anyone what it must be like for him.

"Yes...I, you know how my parents are" Sirius's hands found yours. Both of you, touch starved kids found solace in your hand holding.

"To the dogs with them as my mum would say" you scoffed looking deep into his eyes "you know I am always there for you, both my mum and I are" and he nodded at your statement smiling softly.

As a friendly, defying in spite attitude, you showed that your attitude was very different than the most. You didn't have to be talented at divination to forsee what type of person would you become.

And the years went by, you were still very much the same, if not even harder. Many things happened, you matured quickly and with it stress came. Sirius and you drifted apart a bit. You were a bad girl of your own and he was a bad boy of his own. The only person who truly knew you inside out other than him was Regulus Black, your guardian angel.

"Lay off the alcohol, y/n/n" Regulus took the bottle from your hands handing it to your Hufflepuff best friend to take.

"I need to let loose, Reg, I need to..." you were leaning your forehead against his chest struggling to stand.

"I know..." he looked around catching the sight of his womanizer brother. Sirius's face, even though tipsy, held so much concern.

In a few quick steps he approached them, ditching his previous conquest. His hand landed on the small of your back as he turned to his brother.

"What's wrong?" Sirius looked down at his friend who was struggling.

"Her mother was hurt, bad this time" Regulus whispered.

"Shit..." Sirius closed his eyes.

"Well, that is the wonder of being an auror, never home, never there but it brings money and might leave your kid an orphan" you spoke bitterly.

And for that reason Sirius decided the Potters were better choice. They had money and he would only burden your mom, not to mention his parents would kill you both if you were to take him in.

"Fucking hell..." Sirius moved the hair away from your face that was still resting on Regulus.

"Let's take her to her dorm" he said to Regulus.

Next morning was probably the worst. Your head seemed like it was about to explode. You shifted on your bed only to meet the eyes of your amused dorm mate.

"I could not believe it when Black brothers brought you up. Like I wasn't so surprised seeing Regulus, but Sirius too. Damn baddie" she chuckled as you silently rubbed your face.

Hogsmeade day, you thought. You cleaned yourself up, ditching your uniform and grabbed your leather jacket. Your rock style was very much refreshing to the school. Tight grey jeans, chain, baggy tucked in t shirt with some random band you loved and of course your black leather jacket. You did your makeup to hide the evidence of last night and decided it was time. So upon arriving you sat on the table in Hogsmeade park, your feet resting on the bench, a cigarette in between your lips to so desperately calm yourself.

Once cheerful, now surrounded by darkness of your aura, still touch starved in desperate need of love. You thought about your life. Of the goals you wanted to reach.

"Pads, I don't think it is a good idea" you could hear panicked Remus.

"Yeah, what if she throws hex at us" the squealing voice didn't help your migraine.

"I know her, Wormtail. She wouldn't" you heard Sirius's annoyed voice.

"Come on guys, what is the worst that could happen" James Potter said.

"Well, I am not sure if this is upgrade from when we were young or a downgrade. Your looks are definitely upgrade" Sirius smiled causing you to raise a brow.

"Are you flirting with me, dear Sirius?" You spoke even though cigarette was still between your lips, shuffling through your pockets to find that bloody lighter.

But Sirius beat you to it, lighting it for you.

"Thanks" you took a puff and looked at the group.

"We need your help" Sirius spoke taking your free hand in his. And just like when you two were young, you felt calmer, but there was something new. Adrenaline rush surged through your body.

"With what?" You took the cigarette out of your mouth looking at the rest of them, your eyes only meeting James's who quickly dropped the eye contact.

It happened with most of the boys. The only two that were able to maintain it, Black brothers.

"W-we heard you are outstanding with nonverbal magic and we need you to help us" Peter, you assumed, spoke but quickly hid behind Sirius as you looked at him.

"Peter, I don't shoot laser nor hexes out of my eyes, I won't hurt you" you stated annoyed.

"I suppose it has something to do with your problem, Rem" you looked at the boy who looked up at you in shock.

"How do you know?" He asked nearing closer to you.

"Animagus, mum thought it would be safer for me. Accidentally saw you guys on my run" you shrugged.

"Did you speak to anyone about it?" James asked.

"Do I look dumb to you? Of course not, your secret is safe with me, Rem" you looked at him and he met your look.

"Thank you so much" he smiled.

"What is your animagus?" Sirius asked "I am hurt you did not tell me"

"You weren't talking that much to me, lover boy. To answer your question it is (your patronus animal or your favorite animal)"

"Nice" James smiled.

As you were about to light another cigarette a hand quickly pulled it out of your mouth and you faced annoyed Regulus.

"No more for today" he scolded earning a laugh from his brother.

"Do we have a deal, (nickname used for your animagus form)?" He asked you as the boys began to leave.

"Mhm, meet me in the library after lunch" you winked at him and for a second you could swear you saw Sirius Black blush.

It was the last year. You and Reg drifted this time, due to his affiliation. Not that you did care about that, bit his excuse was "I am doing this to keep you safe, damn it!"

It was a painful goodbye that still tasted salty. The news of his death brought you more pain that anything ever did. But his heroic act was what brought Voldemort to be defeated and not be a threat ever again. As a part of the Order, your new friends, the Marauders and Lily and well Snape, it was funny how you two became friends. You sat both him and Lily down, locked them in a room, much to James's dismay until they sorted it out. You were in 12 Grimmauld place preparing to leave.

"Stay..." Sirius took your hands "Please..." he looked down at you, at your softly lips.

"Okay..." you whispered looking up at him licking your lips a bit.

"Can I-?" He gulped earning your quick nod.

"Yeah?" And it was the best kiss you ever had in your life, with your childhood friend, crush and the only man besides Reg, that you felt peace.

"Took you two long enough" is all you could hear Kreacher mutter.

Kreacher and you were close. Not only because of Regulus, but you would not let him overdo himself and would send him to rest.

You chuckled at the remark looking up at Sirius.

"Glad to have your blessing, Kreacher" he smiled at the muttering house elf who went to his chamber.

"Now that we are alone..." Sirius smiled leaning back in to give you a long kiss.

"You are insatiable, Sirius" you giggled.

"Don't pretend you don't like it " he cornered you against the table lifting you up on it.

Your love was very affectionate, full of touching, almost like you were attached to a hip. That is why ever since you were younger you were comfort for each other, you were safe haven, you were made for each other.

And after years, there you stood with him watching your children run around with your godson Harry, laughing at James who ran after them trying to get them inside to eat. You looked at Lily who was shaking her head.

"Remus and Severus will be here soon" she notified.

"Good. Haven't seen my touch starved, sarcastic friend in a while" you gave Lily a look making her chuckle.

"Hugs for Severus and chocolate for Remus it is then"

You got old together, had many memories you decided to store. The funniest being you becoming grandparents. Sirius broke into a fit of sobs seeing his first grandchild.

"See dad, now you represent your initals S.O.B." your son Regulus teased.

"Shut up" Sirius hiccup looking at the little princess of the Black family.

"Maybe her dad won't be as protective as her grandfather will be" your daughter Arabella laughed.

"Oh no boys until 20!" Sirius hugged you as you laughed at him.

"Tsk, you are in position to talk you womanizer" you teased.

"See! I AM! Because I know boys are scumbags, I speak from experience!" He said.

"What if she likes girls Sirius?" You teased.

"Same goes, you were a bad girl!" He attacked your cheeks with kisses earning an ew from your children

"WHEN WE WERE YOUNG!" you protested.