#The Consouls

[futchbrownie]

one of the times the youtube algorithm shows me something i’d actually wanna see

[spirefan]

Inspirational:

[linkseasonmaster]

This week's Tune for Tuesday, "Kokiri Forest" as performed by The Consouls, is a fantastic jazz cover of one of the first songs one hears upon starting up a brand new file in a marvelous game celebrating its 25th birthday today: The Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time! This landmark game is responsible for many a fond memory of mine as well as countless other fans across the globe, and its stellar soundtrack is just one of many reasons for it!

[nofatclips]

Remembrancer by A-Sun Amissa from the album Ceremony in the Stillness

[spnsabrielbang]

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─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Author & Artist ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ @dent-de-l1on & @crossroads-consoul ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Rated ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Explicit - 18+ ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Word count ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ 11,948 words (91.9 minute read) ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Warnings ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ No Major Warnings Apply ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Tags ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Meet-Cute, Fitness Coach Sam, Baker Gabriel, Pining ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Characters ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Gabriel, Sam Winchester ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Relationships ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Gabriel / Sam Winchester

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When Gabriel's baby brother showed him an Instagram account focusing on physical fitness, he probably didn't mean to start a fascination for the ages. While it didn't start a sudden passion for squats, pull-ups or jogging, Gabriel spent a lot of his free time looking at BeYourBestSelf - or rather, at the absolutely gorgeous instructor starring in most of the videos. It was innocent, of course, just his own private thoughts in his own private time. It wasn't like he was just going to bump into the guy on the street, right? Right.

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[tmbgaresuck]

My disobedient grandson Bartholomew is playing the giant music and it is making our home smell like dead geese!

i can't believe kids nowadays. I'm 14 and I know better than some stupid kid named BARFolomew. Back in my day I got sentto the timeout corner and maybe even got my tablet taken away. I don't know how old your grandson is, but he should be slapped maybe. And then his technology broken in front of him.

as for the dead geese smell, that's permanent. Sorry.

[02kt]

the lesbian queen herself

the converter

[drondskaath]

Gnaw Their Tongues/D​é​hà | Rituel des Anc​ê​tres | 2023

Dutch/Belgian Black/Drone Metal

Artwork by M. de Jong

https://gnawtheirtongues.bandcamp.com/album/gnaw-their-tongues-d-h-rituel-des-anc-tres

[sixteen-bit]

Steam Gardens (Super Mario Odyssey) Live Cover

[myconsoul]

C:// Welcome USER1011 _ C:// Access Granted <authorization accepted> <unlock con-soul> _ C:// [ START PROGRAM ] _ C:// >>word association sequence<< _ C:// search index catalog /// library data locker _ C:// >>choose_language<< _ C:// < > _ [ RESET PROGRAM ]

[sweetie-peaches]

That bit in tubbos stream after he found out about the nether dungeon thingd and he and foolish were cheering “you have a purpose” made me so 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Because like, a big part of consouling for depression and suicidal stuff (sorry I just woke up terms are not my best rn) is setting goals to keep going, a reason to get out of bed. A purpose to do something to keep your life going

Like I know that probably they weren’t thinking about it but STILL.

I think fobo is the best option for Tubbo to heal from the things he’s been suffering with. Like he still has his problems, yes. But he’s been reaching out more, talking to people more. I think eventually if shit doesn’t hit the fan he might be able to genuinely open up to people with what he’s feeling. Hopefully

[gay-destiel]

we sons of hell and heaven

rating: Teen And Up Audiences

word count: 15,101

warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

author's note: so many thank yous!!

first of all, to my brilliant amazing artist @crossroads-consoul, you've been so awesome and i love your art and alkhfdjsckf i fell in love in claims with your first piece

second, all the mods for the SSRB, you were all so great and supportive and had answers to all my questions! it must be so much work to run a bang!

third, everyone on the discord who encouraged my weird-ass messages and such. y'all are so great <3

so anyways, go forth and enjoy my story! it maybe got a bit out of hand- compared to my last SSB story which was 2.6k words- but it's worth the time!!

summary:

With a stuttering breath, Sam stumbles back. His heart leaps into his throat and the angel blade wavers in his hand. It’s… but it can’t be…

“Gabe?”

The angel’s eyes flash, and he stumbles forward,

Sam.

Jolting, Sam blinks as the word echoes through his head, but before he can say anything, Gabriel’s knees give way, and he lunges forward to catch the fragile figure. Concern rushes through him at the vulnerable expression, at the lines of fear and exhaustion etched into his face.

What happened?

OR

When Gabe escapes capture from a powerful coven of witches, his broken wings take him to Sam Winchester.

Now Sam has to deal with an injured archangel, an untrusting brother, and somehow his trauma with Lucifer.

[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 18/?

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Happy belated birthday to the GOAT Alfred Pennyworth and my little meow meow Jason Peter Todd-Wayne

“So, Ellie isn’t your cousin; she’s your sister even though you’re pretending she’s your cousin.”

“Yep,” Danny said while popping the ‘p.’

It was his dad’s birthday. Auntie Raven and Uncle Roy had visited to celebrate. Right now, Danny was trying to explain his family dynamic to Lian.

“And Auntie Jazz is pretending to be your aunt, but she’s really your older sister.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m so confused.”

“The only thing you have to know is that you’re my only cousin.”

Lian was still confused but nodded, happy. She didn’t bring up Mar’i again. The last time she had, the whole mood had gone sad. She didn’t want Uncle Jay to be sad again.

“What’d you bring, daddy,” Danny asked, changing the subject. His family tree was weird, and he didn’t want to think about it anymore.

“I made him a bracelet!”

“That’s so cool! I asked Jazz to take me to a used bookstore and bought him a few books I think he might like.”

Lian giggled, “He’ll love it. Uncle Jay is a bookworm.”

Danny and Lian fell into laughing fits. The two fathers found their respective children playing and giggling amongst themselves. It warmed Roy’s and Jason’s hearts.

“Hey, munchkins, Jay is about to cut the cake. Are you guys coming?”

The two children looked at each other and ran out, their fathers following them.

 Danny and Lian ran outside to a table Jazz, and Raven had put out. Balloons and banners were decorating the table with presents in the middle.

Raven brought out the cake and set it on the table.

Jason couldn’t help but revel in the joy and contentment permeating the air.  

He felt peaceful as his little family sang the birthday song, and if he wished for his happiness to last forever, well, no one would have to know.

____

Alfred couldn’t help but feel the loss of his missing grandson as his family sang Happy Birthday.

Still, he smiled as his remaining grandchildren, son, and great-grandchild wished him a happy birthday. And when he blew out the candle wishing for his family to be complete once more, well, he was allowed to think selfishly on his special day.

They ate the chocolate cake, and he was about to open birthday presents when the doorbell rang. Alfred’s heart skipped a beat. Could it be…?

No, better not to get his hopes high.

“I’ll get it,” Bruce said.

The family continued celebrating.

Bruce came back with a package, his eyes misting a little.

“It’s for you, Alfred. It’s from Jason.”

The room got quiet. Alfred got the package with shaking hands and opened it. Everyone in the room waited with bated breath. Here was the proof that Jason was alive.

Alfred took out a first-edition Dracula signed by Bram Stroker.

His grandson hadn’t forgotten him. He sent Alfred a birthday present that was special between the two of them.

Alfred couldn’t send him a present.

The older man couldn’t help but cry.

Have some fluff; have some angst

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[tjwritesfanfics]

Universe Six *Beginner's Luck*

Pairing: Franklin/Reader

Summary: You didn’t think he noticed you, but turns out he did.

Rating: None

Words: 593

AN I want to do more with Franklin

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Wanting to start over with life, you took a chance on a never heard about before town called Little Falls.

This was where you found your weird obsession with bowling. Not that there was anything else in this town to do, but honestly it was so much fun that you didn’t mind. In fact, this whole town was obsessed with bowling. Even having a championship for bowling.

You had been watching since you came to this town two years ago. That was also where you saw him for the first time.

Franklin was something else. He was odd, but really good at bowling. And really good looking.

You hung in the background on bowling nights and tournaments. Watching him skillfully hurl those balls down the lane, watching him celebrate as he got another strike.

Watching him as he took another groupie under his arm and out the door.

You were fine just watching him and the game, not really thinking he would ever go for you.

It was maybe 9 when you were finally able to get to the bowling alley after work, thankfully Stan was there until 11. Since it was a weekday and most of the bowlers had to work the next day they were all at home. They had already been there though, you could smell the lingering of sweat from how hard they all went.

But you were surprisingly not alone.

Franklin was on lane 5, dressed in jeans and his Big Z Tires bowling shirt.

 He cheered at another strike and threw both arms into the air. You smile watching him yet again. His energy really pumping you up to play.

“Hey Y/n.” Stan waved at you before pulling out shoes that were the right size. After coming here for so long, and due to the fact that there weren’t that many people in this small town, Stan knew everyone’s shoe size. “Seems like you aren’t going solo tonight.”

“I see that. Lucky me.” You said dreamily looking over to Franklin who was thrusting his hips into the air at another strike. 

Stan rolling his eyes. He never understood why all the women were so obsessed with Franklin the nut job as he called him. “You’re on 3.”

You thank Stan and take your shoes, going to your lane to set up. You sit at the little consoul, entering in your name and slipping off your heels before pulling your spare socks out of your bowling bag.

You glance over at Franklin, but he seems too in his own zone to notice you. Not that you minded though, just happy to be in his presence.

Once you started bowling though it was as if everything melted away. Nothing else besides you and your ball. You occasionally got gutter balls, a few spares, but mostly strikes. The moment all the pins were knocked down a beaming smile plastered your face.

“Wow you’re pretty good.”

You jump at the sound of Franklin’s voice. When did he move from the lane to behind you? Man he was so much more attractive up close, his cologne wafting into your nose, intoxicating you.

Franklin smirked, noticing his presence had a major effect on you. He had noticed you a few weeks ago, the cute girl always watching from behind everyone. There was no way he wouldn’t see you alone eventually, but now that he had he found you absolutely stunning.

And now that he knows you’re into him too.

It was a strike, and he was totally going to ask you out.

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[spnsabrielbang]

we sons of hell and heaven

─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Author & Artist ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ @gay-destiel (AO3: Kyra_Maximoff) & @crossroads-consoul ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Rated ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Teen and Up Audiences ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Word count ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ 15,101 words (116.2 minute read) ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Warnings ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ No Major Warnings Apply ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Tags ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Implied/Referenced Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Hurt/Comfort, That's Not How Angel Grace Works, Angst, Gabriel Has Trauma (Supernatural), Gabriel Has PTSD (Supernatural), Sam Winchester Has Trauma From Lucifer's Cage, Dean and Cas Are Obviously In Love And Everyone But Them Knows It, Gabriel Has Golden Wings (Supernatural), lots of hugs, Michael And Raphael Are There. For. Like. One Flashback, Lucifer Snuck Into This ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Characters ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Sam Winchester, Gabriel, Team Free Will, Archangels Ensemble ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Relationships ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Gabriel / Sam Winchester, Castiel / Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Castiel & Gabriel, Gabriel & Lucifer & Michael & Raphael

─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Summary ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─

When Gabe escapes capture from a powerful coven of witches, his broken wings take him to Sam Winchester. Now Sam has to deal with an injured archangel, an untrusting brother, and somehow his trauma with Lucifer.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ Excerpt ─ ⋅ ⋅ ─ With a stuttering breath, Sam stumbles back. His heart leaps into his throat and the angel blade wavers in his hand. It’s… but it can’t be… “Gabe?”

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[sonic-adventure-3]

an arrangement of i’m a spy (security hall) by some video game jazz cover band like the 8-bit big band or the consouls or insaneintherain or j-music ensemble or whoever would fix me. i’d kill for it