#The Tangerine Machine

[heavy-nfld]

TONIGHT!

Heavy NFLD Fest 2024 kicks off in both Corner Brook and St. John’s! If you’re in Fogtown come on down to The Rockhouse for the first show of three: Friday, July 19th.

We’ve got a stacked lineup of locals featuring Bog Rot, Mantra, Sons of an Eastern Moon, Of the Black, Vertebraeker, and the return of THREE bands: The Tangerine Machine, Häg, AND The Birchmen to the stage!

You won’t want to miss this. Doors open at 8:30 PM and the show starts at 9:30 PM. Let’s get heavy!

PS: For those asking tickets are still available at the door.

[stylized-corpse]

The Tangerine Machine rockin' out at Heavy NFLD Fest this year!

[joker00m]

My comfort characters <3

[tangerine22]

can't wait to see what sort of twisted adjectives spotify wrapped uses to describe my music taste

[stargazer-sims]

Tangerine

For anyone who’s reading The Art of Redemption and wants to know what she looks like…

Her Royal Highness Tangerine Pavlenko, Queen of Everything

Tangerine: Never fear, citizens. I will keep the neighbourhood safe from dogs, mice and annoying delivery people.

Tangerine: I demand you pick me up, loyal human. I must go wherever you go so that we can shower each other with affection at all times.

A happy man and his cat

Tangerine: This is my human, and no one is entitled to his attention but me. Go find your own!

Tangerine: Look how smart he is. I taught him this secret handshake. Good boy! Who’s a good human? You are!

[haikyuu-moments]

shoyo's chin took beating instead of his opponents TvT maybe he should consider a chin-up instead of diving laps lol

[abba-enthusiast]

SHOULD WE INVITE BELLA HADID YOU DUMB BITCH

[freetoppings]

Was no one gonna tell me Yakuza slaps or did have to find this out myself

[fruityinnit]

@lemontart asked: ❛ why the hell are you out here by yourself? ❜ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

tangerine had not asked for the necklace back.

he had not thought to change clothes, or wash away the blood. he had not done terribly more than pick the glass from his knuckles. and he had not bothered to argue— had not bothered with half a word to lemon, as they trudged back to their rented room, stinking of burnt metal and antiseptic. it was all fine, 'course it was. he ought to be fucking grateful.

❝ fuck off! ❞

the swift kick he delivers to the vending machine satisfies, somewhat. after the monumental shitshow this job turned out to be — it's the fucking fish crackers, of course — stuck in the vending machine spring. tangerine worries at the cig stub burning his fingers, pacing the sidewalk in front of the motel. the taste is cheap, acrid, stale — stuck to his teeth with the blood.

❛ why the hell are you out here by yourself? ❜ comes lemon's voice, almost too quiet to hear— against the ringing. all the fucking ringing— the shoddy stitching in his neck itches, the inside of his head burns, rings, fumes. but the machine? well, the machine chirps a perky little jingle, doesn’t it?

it should be easier, the shutting it all off— it should be easier, to look without seeing the tangle of bodies piled in the bathroom—

❝ … machine pilfered my fucking biscuits, ❞ tangerine sniffs, swipes at the dry blood under his nose; ❝ — pissed away my last ten-thousand yen, thanks to the dickhead in the paddington hat. cosmic fuckin' laugh, that is. 'f i see him again, lemon, i'm ripping out his fucking teeth. ❞ hope he thoroughly enjoyed his fucking fizzy water. christsake, when any of it, the briefcase, keeping all their fingers and arms, anything, mattered.

tangerine hunches over with a scowl; ❝ i’m meditatin’, if you must know. you're interrupting my quiet fuckin' contemplation. ❞ nothing quiet to it; his eyes sting, he feels like punctured paper, like something flimsy and utterly fallible.

❝ — that shrink you set me up with. miss brenda, innit? ❞ — belinda, or bernadette, or bridget? surely. ❝ —fuck’s sake, what’s the nice lady's name, lemon? ❞ he motions vaguely, like the thought is coming to him. bang, the abused machine shakes on its hinges again. ❝ — she said i ought to practice some 'mindful thinking' in this kind of situation. i don’t know what the fuck that’s supposed to help. ❞ 

he turns to lemon, and tangerine suddenly thinks, if he stops talking, he might be sick. he might find himself in that traincar again. ( the blood on his hands, it wasn't lemon's. lemon doesn't bleed. ) he ought to be grateful. he ought to be fucking grateful, but—

just like that. worse than bolivia. worse than fucking anything. like having his guts strewn out for everyone to see. just where was he meant to put all of it? was he meant to box it up, tie it in a pretty bow? there would be another god awful job to do tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that. fine, it was all fucking fine. nothing else fucking mattered, and it was all absolutely fine.

tangerine sniffs, then barks a sort of bizarre, hysterical laugh; ❝ what the fuck, ❞ he echoes, ❝ —is mindful, ❞ heel slams the machine again, sends it tipping off-balance momentarily. ❝ fucking, ❞  bang! ❝ —thinking! fuck! ❞ crack. the glass splinters against his bare fist, the neon light flickers, and the sound distorts for but a moment. fingers, bloodied anew come up to curl and dig at his skull.

finally, tangerine goes quiet, loses sight of it, maybe. the rage, the white-hot touch of grief. ❝ … did you even fucking think — what the fuck was i meant to do without you? ❞

[bungitonthen]

26/5/24

amazing journey - the who

weird of hermiston - jack bruce

break out - julie driscoll

something in the air - thunderclap newman

extrapolation - john mclaughlin

can't believe it's true - rory gallagher

no tree will grow on too high a mountain - supersister

sunrise in the third system - tangerine dream

prelude - nightmare / fire poem / fire - the crazy world of arthur brown

how does it feel to feel - the creation

feelin' reelin' squealin' - soft machine

it's alright ma it's only witchcraft - fairport convention

the people you were going to - van der graaf generator

dogs - the who

grandma's lawn - caravan

reality - second hand

naked eye - the who

there's a forest - jack bruce

meadow meal - faust

hocus pocus - focus

(spirit of joy: tales from the polydor underground 1967-1974)

[heavy-nfld]

The Tangerine Machine were up second for Heavy NFLD Fest this year.

[stylized-corpse]

The Tangerine Machine @ Heavy NFLD Fest 2024 (The Rockhouse) - 07/19/2024

[tangerine22]

the time machine by h.g. wells but what he doesn't realize is that's just london that's Like That in the future. the rest of the world is normal.

[inklore]

if it's one thing your girl is great at it's making a million different google docs full of lists full of resources, ideas, etc that will help future me when it comes to posting fics.

fic titles are literally one of the biggest lists i have and not even in a perfect world where i write ten fics a day would i ever be able to use all of these, and i don't like to see things go to waste, and i know there's people out there that struggle with titles as much as i do. so i hope this list comes in handy for someone!

i don't think i need to say this but just in case: no one owns fic titles, anyone can use these, a dozen people or one or none. these are literally just words and letters. no one owns them. sharing is caring, enjoy lovies!

★ — ONE WORD.

overboard 

runaway 

repercussions 

sledgehammer 

stargazing 

symmetry 

deathless 

honey 

retrograde 

stitches 

gravity 

helpline 

hollow 

suffer 

pushing 

warrant 

want 

wonder 

emotions 

nonchalant 

lavender 

daydream 

nosebleed 

jigsaw 

static 

float 

limbs 

hologram 

careless 

lush 

rotting 

phonograph 

hypnotic 

splinters 

magnetic 

wasted 

lithium 

dealer 

she

candles 

sabotage 

secrets

better

crescendo

deny

phenomenon

nights

guilty

move

criminal

blue

rise

thirsty

strangers

clockwork

closer

hectic

change

somebody

more

misery

like

sour

lowkey

peaches

she

nervous

sympathy

scars

disappear

melody

gemini

cruel

persona

supernatural

nectar

obsessed

casual

tryant

xo

dare

honestly

yummy

out

paradise

nuts

groin

heaven

lost

stardust

tangerine

monolith

lunch

pov

perfume

dealer

tough

arson

★ — TWO WORDS.

hush hush

night away

heart stop

stone heart

waiting for

black rose

sad kids

spine breaker

look here

autumn leaves

for you

spring day

love maze

bad decisions

take two

wild flower

blue side

rainy days

face off

slow dancing

polar night

like crazy

club heaven

deeper water

romantic devil

hold me

angel eyes

picture you

after midnight

twilight zone

drain me

sorry sorry

pretty please

how sweet

bubble gum

empty box

love therapy

play me

red velvet 

cherry bullet 

midnight guest 

cherry wish 

code words

ghost walk

bad intentions 

atlas hands 

broken crown 

crystallized words 

filthy pride 

fresh eyes 

heavy feet 

hungry ghosts 

imaginary paintings 

neon jungle 

perfect storm 

slow hands 

stop signs 

sad farewells 

untranslated stars 

after hours 

bad liar 

bonfire heart 

bruised lips 

cherry bomb 

damaged goods 

dead end 

fire away 

gunpowder hourglass 

lonely together 

lost language 

old moons 

one dance 

paper knees 

sleepy eyes 

stolen dance 

vice city 

artificial heart 

cry baby 

daylight fading 

dream awake 

empty bottle 

exit wounds 

ghost orchards 

moving stones 

paper walls 

oceans away 

playing fiction 

something wild 

wild thoughts 

everybody’s fool 

eyes closed 

storms incarnate 

writing tragedies 

stereo driver 

soul searching 

party’s over 

backseat driving 

fearful heart 

backwards directions 

nosebleed seats 

high hopes 

lovers rock

wet dream 

selfish soul 

washed away 

rose rogue 

midnight sun 

teenage fantasy 

wandering romance 

sure thing 

wildest dreams 

rock candy

losing momentum 

ruin you 

heart holiday 

sink her 

cut splinters 

hot mess 

frozen devotion 

little star 

blind faith 

favorite crime 

romantic homicide 

those eyes 

play pretend 

plot line 

pretty poison 

intimidate you 

pretty face 

strawberry kisses 

lovers rock 

worlds apart 

desperate/separate ways 

those eyes 

the blonde 

loving machine 

spill blood

someone’s someone

★ — THREE WORDS.

got my number

happy without me

not over you

crazy for you

back to you

flame of love

just one day

let me know

hold me tight

make it right

closer than this

love me again

still with you

out of love

never let go

love in space

ready to bleed 

bleed for love

between the bars 

can’t be still

cold morning mist 

in cold blood

matter of time 

piece by piece 

ship to wreck 

taut with love 

waste a moment 

can’t see straight 

down and out 

in a blackout 

just like fire 

notes on tenderness 

across the room

fire with fire 

going half-mad

loving to ruins 

rust to gold

send my love 

talking in code 

cradling a dream 

cut to black 

dear to me 

run me dry 

dancing with demons 

kiss and tell 

if you care 

the cry out 

steal this night 

just for now 

heart on fire 

hold my head 

nobody but you 

simple and plain

a familiar sound 

fool for you 

drown your memory 

falling into you 

just like heaven 

warm like beaches 

love that stings 

rotting in places 

moves on you 

save your tears 

a single tear 

light my cigarette 

long nights, daydreams 

boys like you 

love me forever 

hands on me 

like a phonograph 

taking over me 

dug so deep 

touch the ground 

heart shaped box 

where’s my love

tears of gold

lover of mine 

love me wrong

kiss or kill 

exes and why’s 

love is easy 

stupid in love 

easy to love

lost with you 

glimpse of us 

keep you safe 

death with dignity 

just like heaven 

heart of glass 

baby i’m yours 

pull my strings 

★ — FOUR+ WORDS.

love me a little

happy without me

you can't hold my heart

wishing on a star

give it to me

around the world in a day

waste it on me

this mess is yours

feeling like i do 

on a war path 

blood on the surface 

corner of the sky 

do the divine love 

drinking the corinthian sun 

everything is laced in (add word) 

lost in the moment 

in the nick of time 

mouth like a pomegranate 

the bones you’re made of 

when the mania speaks 

all desire & no thought 

blue in the face 

collapsing and relapsing 

middle of the night 

sail to the sun 

lay down your arms 

falling into the sky 

take me where your heart is 

she’s like the bad weather 

kill for your love 

the cigarette and the smoker 

the match and the fuse 

saint, i’m a sinner 

when the sky comes falling 

pretty little hand in mine 

even when the sun don’t shine

staring at the sun / sunset 

tangled up with you all night 

paper airplanes flying 

maybe i’m a fool 

tastes like rock candy 

blood in a lemon

(a) heart ready to die 

fate is losing its patience 

at least we feel alive 

death for your secrets 

someone’s gonna ruin you 

dancing in a crowded room 

smell you on my clothes 

always taste like you 

leave me wanting more 

hunger for (insert here) 

swim before you drown 

put your hands on me 

drink my (these) tears and cry 

i’d sleep all day just to dream of you 

so high we never stood a chance 

i’d break down anytime for you 

maybe i’m wrong, or maybe it’s true 

i only breathe so that i breathe with you

a worn out cassette 

lips on my cold neck 

talking in my sleep 

make me feel like someone else 

locked inside your heart 

hooked on her flesh 

it’s bloody and raw 

the angel of small death 

just a couple sinners 

smiles cover your heart 

charmer and the snake 

stuck on your thumb 

if i killed someone for you 

dancing with your ghost 

i miss you, i’m sorry 

woman of the hour 

shut up and look pretty 

queen of the night 

devil in a dress 

the thought of you 

to be your lover 

falling over you 

just like a movie 

love on the line 

[angie-likes-to-art]

Fic Recs (Stranger Things Edition VI)

All fics are fem!reader

Marvel One Two Three Harry Potter One Two Three Stranger Things One Two Three Four Five Specific Characters Tangerine Masterlist

Bad For Business (Series, Completed) by @upsidedownwithsteve (18+ Only)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader Summary: “An enemies to lovers AU. Join the team at the Upside Down Arcade, where the machines eat your quarters and the staff have some personal issues.”

hey. (Series, Completed) by @stevesharrlngtons

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader Summary: “he was such a staple piece in your life, that as a child and young teen, you never saw your life without him. late night promises and pinky swears were made in blanket forts that you two would be friends until the day the sun burned out in the sky. it was just a given that’d he be there, that you never worried about the two of you drifting apart or being separated. he promised he’d always be there, and you had believed him. you now corrected yourself, foolishly believed him.”

Disappointed Revalations by @ahsokaismyqueen

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader Summary: “ After working on a school project together, you had actually started to believe that there was more to Steve Harrington than meets the eye. All of that changes after an interaction with Jonathan Byers.”

Indifferent by @stevesherdaddynowlover (18+ Only)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader Summary: “you and steve are coworkers and while you try (and fail) to act like he doesn’t exist, he’s a little obsessed with you and would do anything to have your attention ”

LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACCIÓN by @eddiesghxst (18+ Only)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Pornstar!Reader Summary: “eddie is short on rent this month and needs quick cash, luckily he stumbles upon an ad for casting in an adult film and finds himself shooting a porno with you”

Noisy Neighbors by @eddiesxangel (18+ Only)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader’s Girlfriend x Reader Summary: “Eddie has no idea what he’s getting into with the two new girls next door.”

Absolutly Smitten by @starryeyedstories

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader Summary: “ There’s a new crew member at Scoops Ahoy and Steve might have a crush.”

the swindling of steve harrington’s heart by @stevebabey

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader Summary: “you write for the advice column in the hawkins post, under the pen name gabby. you get a letter asking for advice about a first date and there’s no way it’s the same guy you’ve just landed a first date with, right? steve harrington doesn’t need help with his dates… right?”

That Guy by @appocalipse

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader Summary: “After he's been to yet another failed date with yet another random pretty girl, Steve Harrington, your best friend, stops by at the diner your family owns for a late-night chat, same as he'd done a thousand times before. Steve is totally unaware of how much he's hurting you with his endless parade of dates, because after all — the two of you are only friends and nothing more, right? It's not like you have any secret feelings for him…”

Eyes Half Shut by @crappymixtape

Pairing: Steve Harrington  x Reader Summary: “hawkins high alumni always run the end of year carnival to help raise funds for the school and steve is always in charge of the alumni basketball game, but this year they’re trying out a kissing booth and who better to headline than steve harrington?”

[takenbypeter]

Laundry Day

Tangerine x reader

Words: 637

Based on the prompt: “you don’t have to waste your day doing this with me.” “Nothing is a waste as long as you’re there.” From @deity-prompts I may have tweaked it a bit.

Laundry day. Such a mundane thing. Boring but necessary, is what you told yourself as you forced yourself to get up and finally wash that pile of dirty laundry you’ve been meaning to get to for the last two weeks. 

Did you love doing laundry? No, nobody loves doing laundry but you figured with Tangerine gone on a mission for the past three days, what better time to do it then while he’s still out. 

But of course, just like with every plan you make, something else always gets mixed in. 

You had just begun folding the first load, while the second one continued to spin in the drying machine and the third in the washer.

Folding just about the third piece of fabric that you’d picked out, you heard keys jangling on the other side of the front door. Peeking out from the nearby window you recognized Tangerine’s car as the door unlocked and in he came. 

He looked…messy, to say the least. His hair was all over the place, he had blood splattered over his shirt, his tie was thrown about across his shoulders. 

Although his appearance gave off an exhausted look, his expression was just the opposite as he came in animatedly. 

“You would not believe the dumbest—most boring f——g mission I just had, wait till you hear this,” he leaned close and you pucker your lips slightly, as he connected to them almost magnetically before trailing off.

He told his tale of events as he walked around the kitchen munching on a quick snack and pouring himself a small drink. You listened, continuing to fold your clothes (and some of his), adding some hums and surprised noises of your own as you got swept in to some of the details. 

Then after telling you the whirlwind of the story that he claimed was the lamest mission he’s ever been on, he went to take a shower, once again leaving you with the same load.

You folded and folded and when you were just about finished with that pile, the second load in the dryer dinged, ready for you to work on it next. 

You took the warm fabric out pressing it to your face for a moment enjoying the feeling before setting it on the couch for you to begin.

About ten minutes had passed when you heard some steps nearing before a pair of arms snaked its way around your waist. 

“I missed you,” Tangerine hummed, pressing his lips to your cheek, then to your neck, his mustache tickling you as he did so before resting his chin in the crook of your neck. 

“I missed you too,” and of course you had a smile on your lips as your hands continued working. 

“I wish I could just take you everywhere with me.”

“While the thought is nice, I’d rather sit your blood baths out.”

You felt his shoulders lift and then drop against your body as a sigh escaped, while he once again left a single kiss to your skin before letting go. 

You half expected him to leave, being that he’s been out for a few days and typically he was tired after completing missions, but surprisingly he grabbed a clean shirt that was on the couch and he folded it, setting it right down on the neat stack. 

You shook your head at his action, “you don’t have to waste your day doing this with me. Go rest.”

“Nothing is a waste as long as I’m doing it with you,” he flashed you that proper smile of his. 

Although the sentiment was sweet, you knew he was only helping you so he could steal all your attention away for himself. 

“You’re quite cheeky, aren’t you?” 

You already knew the answer to that question. But he feigned innocence. 

“Me? Never.”