#Tin Angel Records

[bandcampsnoop]

10/19/24.

The first songs on Mock Media's LP "Mock Media II" have a jagged post punk sound that recalls Wire and Pere Ubu. When I read the introductory to the band, I saw that members were also in Pottery, Crack Cloud, and Painted Fruit ("Fruit Salad" is a gem of a record...apparently the band used to be Painted Fruits and ended up dropping the 's'). What I love about this release is the sharp taken about halfway through the album. Suddenly, Mock Media are a beautiful, soulful, harmonizing folk band.

Mock Media is based in Vernon, British Columbia. This LP was originally issued by Meat Machine, but is now being reissued by Mac's Record Label (Mac DeMarco's label if you didn't know).

The "independent record label group" Tin Angel Records, Meat Machine, and Unheard of Hope, have been putting out some great music lately. Listen to Cistern.

[burlveneer-music]

Titanic - Vidrio - about once a year I come across something I would call "chamber skronk"; here is the latest one

Compositions and Arrangements by i.la Católica additionally i.la católica (Piano and guitar) Mabe Fratti (Cello and Vocals) Jarrett Gilgore (Saxophone) Gibran Andrade (Drums) Santiago Parra (Mix) Mason Le Long (Master) recorded in between tinho studios studios and pedro y el lobo studios in Mexico City

[trevlad-sounds]

Invisible Waves 36.

08.09.2024

Intro 00:00

James Bernard–Watching Clouds Form 00:08 Los Padres National Forest

Chapter 1 04:06 Navaja Opinel–Will The Chinese Be Open By Now, He Wondered 05:59 The Tin Box–Two One 08:16

Chapter 2 10:05 Futuregrapher–Sunnutorg 12:37 Veryan–Lift Hands 18:45 Tai Chi Prophet 5 V Mellotron Koto

Chapter 3 23:09 Sankt Otten–Angekommen in der letzten Reihe 26:18 Roland TR-808 Neil Cowley Trio–Grace 32:47 Thought Bubble on Wyrd Daze /Tak Tent 2024

Chapter 4 36:15 Christian Fiesel–There Are No True Meanings 39:10 Stanisław Lem

[puddingyun]

angel wings . ݁₊ ⊹ s.mg

rockstar!mingi x reader

you and mingi help each other get ready for a dinner party . ݁₊ ⊹

: 1.1k words, petnames (baby, darling, sweet thing, lil' mama), kisses, affection, fluff :

requests open ♡

Cross-legged in front of your vanity, chiffon babydoll dress spread out over your legs, you should've been away from the hustle and bustle that filled the home. But even with a record spinning on the table by your bed, you could hear anxious footsteps rushing to and fro downstairs. In anybody else's home you'd assume the footsteps belonged to maids or cooks, pacing about and making sure the house was ready for the evening's dinner party, but in this home you knew that the maids and cooks were likely at ease. The one anxious about everything was Mingi.

Mingi was rich and famous with a beautiful home to his name, yes, but at heart he was still a momma's boy, wanting to take care of everybody and everything around him just right. The room he'd set up for you in his home was proof enough of that: silk sheets, flowery wallpaper, the very best record player, a closet full of clothes he'd bought just for you, and a fresh bouquet of flowers delivered for you to sniff and adore each time you came over. He was attentive to detail even though his life was a whirlwind, and so when dinner parties were arranged in his home he was always troubling himself to make things just right for everybody and working himself up over things that nobody else noticed.

You were pressing blush against your cheeks when the footsteps outside your room changed their pace, hurrying up the stairs and right to your door. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, already knowing who was here to see you.

"Can I come in, darlin'?" Mingi's voice called through the door. 

"Yeah, baby," you called back, setting your blush down and turning a little to look at Mingi as he came in. Sure enough, he was flustered, locks of hair askew and cheeks pink. You smiled and beckoned for him to come closer.

"You look gorgeous, sweet thing," he whispered, eyes admiring your face and hairdo and finally your dress. He reached out and straightened the skirt of your dress slightly. 

"You look stressed, baby," you returned, smiling when he put his head down to let out a nervous laugh.

"Guess I've been runnin' back and forth too much, huh?" he asked. You hummed softly and reached out to stroke his cheek with your thumb.

"Sounds about right," you chuckled. "Sit honey, let me fix you up."

He took your hand as you slid off of your seat to make space for him, your dress fluttering around your knees as you stood. Mingi's head remained tilted upward to look at you as you searched for a tin of hair gel, his nervous expression slowly melting into a peaceful one in the safety of your room. 

"Here we go," you murmured as you opened up the tin you were looking for. With your fingertips beneath his chin, you gently moved his head to be in just the right position before you began to comb the gel through the hair on the sides of his head. It took a lot of care to smooth his hair down just how he liked to wear it, but you'd watched him get ready for events often enough that you managed to replicate it, your lip between your teeth as you concentrated on getting it just right. 

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, trying not to speak too loudly as if it'd move his head. You hummed softly in appreciation of the compliment, and as though asking for more of your attention his hands found your thighs and slowly crept up beneath your dress until he was holding your hips. "I don't know how I got lucky enough to call you mine, baby."

You smiled, trying not to let on how your heart was skipping beats in your chest, all aflutter thanks to his words and deep voice.

"You're awful good at sweet talking, Mr. Song," you replied, carefully curling a little lock of his hair to hang against his forehead. 

"I could say the same about you, lil' mama," he murmured, giving your hips a squeeze that made your breath catch in your throat. He smiled at your reaction, fingertips dragging against your skin as he took his hands out from beneath your dress. "C'mon pretty thing, let me finish your makeup for you."

"It's okay, Min, I know you like being downstairs when things are gettin' set up,” you tried to reassure him. It was to no avail, however, as he stood from his spot and guided you to sit back down again.

"Hush, baby. Let me take care of you," he said, pressing a kiss between your brows. He reached down and arranged your skirt for you once again, which made you giggle. He really had the habit of making you feel like a princess, something you adored about being with him. He'd been quick to make it clear to both you and everybody else that you were his best girl, and he planned to treat you as such. From tiny gestures like remembering how much sugar you liked in your coffee to moments like now, when he held his breath and applied your eyeliner in neat, swooping wings even though you could've easily done it yourself, Mingi told you with each action that he planned on taking care of you for as long as you'd allow it.

With your eyes still closed, you reached out blindly to rest your palms upon his knees.

"I love you baby," you whispered, doing your very best not to let your eyelids flutter. With his free hand, he cupped your cheek and gently rubbed his thumb along your cheekbone in a silent reply. 

When your eye makeup had been completed, Mingi picked out your lipstick himself - a reddish-mauve shade he loved to see you in - and held your jaw in his warm hand as he applied it with careful swipes. His eyes remained narrowed in concentration the entire time, and only once his work was finished did he relax enough to smile. 

He leaned in and kissed you firmly and slowly, trying to put all of his feelings into just one kiss. When you parted, his lips were slightly stained with your lipstick and you burst into soft giggles at the sight of him. 

"I love you too, darlin'," he murmured back to you. You reached out to wipe his lips off with your thumb, only for the doorbell to suddenly sound throughout the house. "Shit, c'mon baby, let's get downstairs."

With that he was helping you up once again and straightening out your dress for you before striding down to greet the guests, with your lipstick still on his lips.

[man-down-in-hatchet-town]

Hey, you!

Yeah, you!

Do you crave more ✨canon queer stories✨ in your fandom experience? Are you begging for more major character representation that you don’t have to headcanon for yourself?

Then have I got the kickstarter for you!

The Tin Can Bros (a comedy trio and makers of live theatre, digital sketches, webseries, you name it! You might know them from all the work they’ve done with Starkid—founding Tin Can Brothers Joey and Brian played Ron and Quirrell in A Very Potter Musical) are launching a brand new season of projects, most of which contain QUEER MAJOR CHARACTERS AND THEMES. These guys have got gays, they’ve got lesbians, they’ve got trans and gnc characters, they’ve got wholesome first love and Hannigram levels of fucked-up toxicity. It’s a whole cornucopia!! They’re planning to produce work in Los Angeles, NYC, London, Edinburgh, and Adelaide, but there will be digital tickets so you can watch where ever you are!

We’ve got:

-Two Rocky Horror-style concerts of the cult-hit, spy-movie parody musical Spies Are Forever. Gay protagonist who will sear himself into your heart! Seriously, his relationship with fellow spy Owen will emotionally destroy you for at least seven years.

-A concert of the developing musical This Could Be on Broadway, which follows a group of high school kids putting on a production of The Matrix: The Musical (not a show in real life) in their theatre department. A bunch of the central kids are canonically some flavor of queer, and there’s a central, very sweet lesbian romance that includes a trans character. She’s played trans actress Esther Fallick, who also worked with TCB as a consultant to make the character and show as authentic as possible. Seriously, if you want to see a trans teen thriving in their own skin, this is the show for you.

-An Edinburgh Fringe Fest production of The Solve It Squad Returns, a Scooby-Doo parody that follows the parodic versions of the Scooby Gang when they reunite as fucked-up adults to finally confront the almost-twenty-years-past traumatic murder of their dog Cluebert. I promise it’s funnier than it sounds. Esther, the Velma-esque super genius, is gender non-conforming and identifies with they/them pronouns. They also have a girlfriend WITH a boyfriend!

-A workshop reading of the QUEER SCI-FI TELEVISION COMEDY PILOT Intelligent Life. Unlike the other projects I’ve mentioned, this one is new to the TCB fans, but will follow a pair of ex-boyfriends forced to survive together in an extra-terrestrial colony. From the sound of it, there will be plenty of queer supporting characters as well. This frankly sounds like it could be tumblr’s dream show, and it’d be great to support its development.

-The Great Debate—a live comedy game show where comedians debate silly things. While this obviously won’t have narrative gay rep like the other projects, it will showcase gay talent (at the very least, Tin Can Brother Corey will participate in every show) and may include debates involving queer topics.

-Gross Prophets, in which three wannabe gurus/cult leaders lead a seminar on the path to enlightenment. This is a completely new stage musical so I honestly don’t know if it will contain any queer characters or themes. But the TCB queer track record is pretty good!

Guys, I’m so genuinely so excited by this season. But all this awesome queer art won’t happen unless we get their kickstarter funded. And they need our help! So let’s get fundraising!!

TLDR; Comedy group Tin Can Bros are attempting to fund a season positively filled with queer stories and characters, and they need help! If you want to support the creation of queer theatre and the development of queer TV, consider checking them out and giving to the kickstarter!

[billythesimp]

Hellooo! I've seen your work and i was really amazed by your work. It's just pure mwah 🤌🏻❤️

I thought you were close on request before, so when i see it finally open i was in joy like fr. (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) I have few but im gonna slow with you since im sure you also busy.

So mine is Wise (you can add any other characters) x reader (prefer fem but gn is also okay). “when he saw someone else start to flirt with you (and he is jealous).”

If not, feel free to skip this request. I completely understand. Have a nice day and make sure take care of yourself (⁠/⁠^⁠-⁠^)/❤️

How do I write a Jealous Character... Oki here I go then.

[Proceeds to then stare at the screen for another 10 minutes trying to write a jealous character]

I think he came out more overprotective then anything ;-;

Who's This Dear?

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…

Sorry for disappearing for a bit, decided to take a break and figure out a schedule that wouldn't give me writers block oh so quickly! Also another note, I promise I'm not just a Wise account, people just love this goof! Me included!

Wise x fem!reader

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡…⋙

tw: OOC / Use of [Name] instead of Y/N

✦ Usually customers were not a big problem at Random Play, with the experience he had gained from being a store manager leading to him adapting to the more tougher requests and issues it came with. He keeps a calm face and offers solutions to many people's problems. And a lot of the time, they are satisfied with his care that regulars swear that Belle and Wise are some of the efficient and caring managers there are. They never get mad or yell, the handle almost every interaction with care and patience. Because of that, Wise prides himself in having gained that reputation on Sixth Street. 

✦ What he also has pride in is what a wonderful girlfriend he has working alongside them. Almost everyone they work with or know on the street know of Wise’s Girlfriend. While she may only work part time during the week, she’s made an effort in getting to know Wise’s connections and making friendly conversation with their fellow vendors on the street. Every time Wise sees her chatting up with their regulars or laughing with someone like General Chops or Master Tin, he can’t help but have his heart swell in joy that they really are such a great person and that everyone approves of them already. Really, Wise believes he scored with this one, the amount of times Belle has joked about them getting married may happen sooner rather than later. 

▿

That being said, it’s during one of the shop’s working hours that it happened. He decided to take inventory of what stock they had around the store, [Name] incharge of manning the counter as Bangboo 18 needed a well-deserved recharge. But as he was shelving some recordings, he heard the angelic laughter of his love that left him wondering just what they could have been laughing at. Peeking out the slot of the staff door, he watched as some random man leaned on the counter. He held a smug look on his face as she only waved him off, a pleasant yet confused smile on their face leaving a growing pit to form in his stomach. 

‘Who the hell is he?’

Wise straightened up his jacket before walking outside to see what they had been talking about. “Oh come now, don’t be so modest. After all, a pretty face like yours surely is what keeps this business going. Why not take a break, how about we get some lunch together after your break- eh?”

“Oh hey babe, how’s the counter treating ya?” Wise saddled up to the counter with his hand hovering over the small of their back, watching as they relaxed at his touch. “Oh- Wise! It’s been good, um. Do you know if we have this movie in stock by chance? I couldn’t find it on the system…” She tucked a hair behind her ear, smiling before letting him slide in and take a look on their small tablet holding all their movies listed in rented/overdue/in-house. The man before stepped back as he did this, slowly getting nervous. 

“Ah- yeah, I looked around and couldn’t find it. Hehe…”

“Hmm, oh [Name], you’re due for your break. I can watch things from here.” She perks up at this, smiling before asking him about sharing lunch together again. “I’m down for sandwiches- OH we could get to 141 and grab some snacks. I’ll go now actually!” With that, she entered the staff only only to return after with her purse and kissing him goodbye, waving to the stranger and wishing him luck with his movie search. 

“Hmm, sorry sir, Looks like what you’re looking for isn’t here. Could I recommend anything else for you? Perhaps something that isn’t already someone else’s property?” Wise sneers at the stranger, a kind-hearted look plastered onto his face despite the dark tone in his voice that only left the man to shiver at his work.

“Um, looks like it's not here… I’ll be going then.”

“Oh, please do.” With a wave, Wise’s closed eye smile turned into a deathly glare as he left and walked the opposite way from where [Name] had gone. Once he figured that he wouldn’t be coming back anytime soon, he let out a sigh of relief and slumped down. The one time he leaves his girlfriend alone and someone already tries to make a move on them. 

“Well that was a sight, huh?”

Belle entered from the backdoor, playfully teasing her brother as he reeled back in shock out of her sudden timing, all the while Eous runs up to his second parent and leaves comforting pats on his legs. “What happened with [Name]? I thought she was watching the front for me?” Wise sighs before muttering out a small explanation, embarrassed as he never lost his cool like this before. Other than the time Belle got lost in a Hollow, he's never overreacted to this extent. He’s only glad that it was Belle and not [Name] who entered, he wouldn’t know how she’d react if she realized he was jealous and became protective of them.

“Way to show who’s the boss around here. Man, I kinda wish I could have seen it.” 

“Master, I have full access to the store camera’s and save every recording for the next 30 days until removal. I can pull it up on the H.D.D System for you.” Before Wise could refuse, Belle is already running into the Staff room to save the recording before it was too late. 

“Wise! I’m back! And I got your favorites!”

The bell rang as [Name]’s cheering caught his attention while they held up two small bags filled with various candies and snacks. He could only smile, approaching them and pulling them into a tight hug. “Thanks love, I really appreciate it. Now how about we watch a movie in my room for a while, huh?”

He is only grateful that he has such a loving and thoughtful girlfriend by his side.

[harrisonarchive]

Photo 1 by Mark Sullivan.

“When I got Dark Horse Records, I had a couple of artists come up with logos, and there was one guy who painted one that looked really nice, with a nice color scheme, but it was a Chinese horse. I wanted something kind of different, and I was in India early in 1974 and I just thought I’m bound to find something if I keep my eyes open. One day I was in this placed called Udaipur and I looked across the street in the market, and I thought I could see some little pictures of enamel. And I got across the street and it was tins of paint on this stall. And I looked at all the tins, and they all had different labels on them, and one of them had the horse. It was a white horse but it had seven heads, and I thought, there’s my logo! I bought the tin can, brought it back and gave it to the artist and got him to make it dark and turn it ‘round so it would run the right way around the label. That’s the drag now about CDs: you don’t get to have any nice logos you can see turning.” - George Harrison, Goldmine, November 27, 1992 “[Jan Steward] created the logo for George Harrison’s record label, Dark Horse. It features the seven-headed flying horse Uchchahishravas from Indian art and mythology.” - The Los Angeles Times, August 11, 2020 “‘George always considered himself to be a dark horse — under the radar,’ [Olivia] says. ‘It’s interesting considering he was so out there [in the public]. But he was very internalized. If you looked at him onstage, he didn’t physically jump around and express himself like that. In that dark-horse way, people wouldn’t expect you to be a songwriter or be spiritual or funny, because you’re a dark horse. Nobody really knows what’s going on with you.’ Harrison told [Jim] Keltner he was starting his own record company and even showed him an illustration of the Uchchaihshravas, a seven-headed horse common in Hindu mythology, which would serve as the company’s logo. ‘He was just the king of all horses, the prototype for all horses, the best horse ever,’ says Dhani of the symbol. ‘He turned the tide in the battle and just generally was seen as this powerful vehicle for protection and overcoming.’” - Rolling Stone, March 9, 2020

[hawkinsbnbg]

Welcome, you can call me Sione. I'm here to keep Steve Harrington well-loved and happy.

You can also find me on ao3 under the same handle ;)

🌸 About Me 🌸

★ 24, she/they, bi

★ Bottom Steve truther

★ Twitter/Bluesky: @HawkinsBNBG (inactive atm)

★ This blog is for 18+ only.

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SFW: #sionewrites

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Incorrect quotes: #sione's silly thoughts

My rambling: #sione talks

🌸 Masterlist 🌸

betelgeuse Vampire Eddie got drunk on his boy's strawberry jam. (6k5 | complete)

remedy (drug me up, love me down) Steve wanted to numb his loneliness with drugs, but he ended up getting addicted to something better. (omegaverse au | 3k5 | completed)

honey bunny Eddie woke up to Jeff informing him that he had bought himself a bunny. He never cared much about the hybrids before, but it seemed he had to now. (bunny hybrid Steve au | 5k2 | completed)

a kiss on my lips Carol’s words kept circling in his head like a broken record. Munson is really good with his mouth. (omegaverse au | 1k5 | completed)

glacé (candied peach) Steve was convinced by Robin to attend Nancy's birthday party in a mini-skirt. What could go wrong? (omegaverse au | 11k8 | completed)

whiskey eyes Steve's first time bottoming (2k1 | completed)

burgundy kiss Steve got 'Good boy' inscribed on his buttcheek ( soulmates au | 6k5 | completed)

binary stars Sub alpha Eddie with puppy play. (omegaverse au | 3k7 | completed)

How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You) S3 + S4 rewrite (omegaverse au | 2/? | WIP)

over loved Steve asked Eddie to shave his cunt for him. (2k8 | completed)

Poison Paradise A series of mob boss Steve and assassin Eddie ft. toxic relationships and bad bdsm etiquettes (omegaverse au | 3 works | completed)

baby, you're my angel Fem Steve who got insecure about being vanilla (1k2 | completed)

Still Loving You Mafia princess Stephanie/Rockstar Eddie, ex-fiancée/fiancé to lovers to spouses (1/? | WIP)

Steve Harrington: The Boy Who couldn't Get Away Supernatural/Stranger Things crossover (5/? | WIP)

Bad Decision A trilogy of Harringroveson where sugar daddy!Steve used his wealth to get railed by pretty boys. (WIP)

whaler Steve lost his hearing after a car accident. When he decided to spend his summer break at his aunt's in Hawkins, he didn't expect to make friends with a rockstar (17k5 | completed)

my dear, my love, a billion stars Post-divorced Steddie, light angst, hurt/comfort (2k | completed)

lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones, and I will try to fix you miscarriage, angst, hurt/comfort (omegaverse au | 4k6 | completed)

🍒 Steve decided to be a tease and Eddie was weak to his boyfriend (2k3 | completed)

Rotten Heaven Monsterfucker!Steve (5k5 | completed)

Cherrie Amour Eddie took care of Steve after Starcourt blew up. (omegaverse au | 2k9 | completed)

I Was Made For Lovin' You Alpha4Alpha, no bitching, dom/sub undertone (8k1 | completed)

your name is a prayer on my tongue, sugar on my lips, but baby why does it hurt so bad? Fwb to lovers, accidental voyeurism, brief smut scene of Steve/MOC (6k7 | completed)

Rivals Turned Lovers? What A Cliché Exactly what says on the tin (7k5 | completed)

— Dividers are from @saradika-graphics

[lilac-hecox]

idk what specifically but something with damangela and forehead kisses? 🥹 i've seen damien mention a few times that nothing gets him more fluttery than that and would love to see it with that pairing!! thank you so much 🥹

Damien/Angela - Forehead Kisses - Damangela

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By the time Damien is deemed ‘non-contagious’ Angela is about to lose her mind with how much she misses him. Sure, they FaceTime and Angela gives him the rundown on the happenings at her latest StarKid show and what’s been going on at the Smosh office, while he tells her how bored he is, but it isn’t the same as seeing him in person. 

Damien and Angela are already both extremely busy people. Damien is only slowing down because he’s got covid and sort of has no choice but to stop. He still streams, which Angela watches, and affectionately texts him during because she can’t believe he’s streaming while sick but at the same time expects no less from him. 

The time they get to actually hang out is already limited by their demanding schedules so Damien having covid only makes everything feel worse. She is near feral with excitement when he texts her and tells her the doctors gave him an ‘all clear’ to have visitors. 

When she arrives she brings a card she had passed around at Smosh for everyone to sign along with a few recorded messages that make Damien smile and laugh, a soft and touched expression on his face as he reads over the card. 

“God, I’ve missed you,” he says to her, drawing her into a hug, his arms winding around her back. 

“I missed you too,” she says into the warmth of his shoulder. 

He pulls back and he looks a little tired as he’s not in perfect health yet. She reaches out and cups his cheek where his beard is darker and thicker than it’s been since she’s known him. 

“Scratchy,” she says. 

“I’m going to shave it down soon when I have the energy,” Damien says with a laugh. 

“I don’t hate it,” Angela is quick to say. 

“I know, but I don’t love it.” 

Damien sits on the couch, tugging a blanket across his lap. Angela wants to sit by him but a part of her is nervous to catch covid from him. She remembers all too well how Anthony passing covid on to Ian almost put the company in a tizzy. 

“Are you hungry?” Angela asks instead. 

Damien shakes his head. “No, my appetite is pretty shot.” 

“I did make you some pasta,” she says. 

“So sweet of you. Homemade pasta from my little cannoli.” he throws on a cheesy Italian accent. Angela breaks into giggles. 

“Stop, oh my God.” 

She tucks the tin-foiled covered pain into his fridge so he can hopefully eat later when he finally feels hungry. He leans his head back on the couch and he’s looking at her with a soft smile. 

Angela smiles back at him and then walks over towards him. Instead of going to the front of the couch, she goes to the back and leans over so her face is over his, her hair tickling his cheeks and nose. 

Damien lets out a laugh and then Angela leans down and presses a kiss to his forehead. 

Damien hums happily, his eyes sliding shut at her affection. 

In some ways, he reminds her of his cats, and she knows exactly what he likes at this point. 

“God, I missed you.” 

“You said that already,” she teases, her face going pink, “not that I’m tired of hearing it.” 

“I mean it,” Damien says, “I found myself missing all the little things. Like, the smell of your hair from your shampoo, and Spork sleeping on my lap when we’re watching a movie, the way you sing to yourself when you cook. Even your snoring.” 

“Wow, you must really have missed me if you miss my snoring.” 

“Can’t wait to be lulled to sleep by the chainsaw like sound of your snoring, Ange.” 

She playfully punches his arm and he laughs, pressing a kiss to her cheek and then her jaw, before seeking out her mouth. 

The angle is kind of weird because she’s leaning over the couch and she’s really risking it by kissing him but she can’t wait one more second to feel his mouth pressed to her own, warm, his facial hair scratching pleasantly at his skin. 

Angela gives in because what the hell. She’s already kissed him. She makes a show out of rolling over the back of the couch until she flops down next to Damien.

“So, you’ll be back to the office soon?” she asks, her head on his shoulder. 

“Next couple weeks or so,” Damien says. 

Angela stretches and settles herself more firmly against Damien. 

“Good, I can’t wait.”

[eliounora]

I'm not a big disney fan outside of childhood nostalgia but every time I see one of those prince rankings I'm like ok but I could rank them better. and I happened to be bored so I did

some mentions I have to make so people don't wonder:

flynn rider: basic choice. scientifically engineered to be a hot man. no bite or edge to him. if you look at concept art he was supposed to be a big guy but they changed him to this market researched douche with a soul patch. absolute travesty

aladdin: he’s cute and good-hearted, lies to get his way but learns to be true to himself. lessons we all learn in life. next

jim: has the best song. i too want the moment to be real

phoebus: mmm. ehh

prince charming: literally what it says on the tin. storybook prince. not a man, a plot device

cinderella's prince: has a thing for feet. nice. funny in the sequels but a cardboard box is more interesting than his design

and now the top 10:

10. hercules: hunky demigod himbo. true hero is tested by the strength of his heart. the lesson all gym bros need to learn.

9. quasimodo: has heart and character, and sang “out there” like an angel.

8. prince eric: spends all his days with his dog and playing the recorder. who let him out of containment. too nervous to kiss a girl he likes even though she is sending obvious signals. he wants to get the know her better. king

7. tarzan: loin-clothed hunk with the facial structure of a statue. roams the jungle to the tunes of phil collins. loves his mom without being weird about it. prime man

6. the beast: eye and soul candy for the monsterfuckers. hot take but he wasn’t that bad as a human. he was hot. especially when you consider that his backstory included him being so snobby and vain that he was turned into the beast. like isn't that the consequences of your actions pretty boy. love to see it

5. milo: linguist. has round glasses and that 90s curtain haircut. all features that can indicate sleeziness but he is a good guy, meaning sometimes a man with round glasses and 90s curtain haircut can be trusted. a lanky charming nerd and therefore my exact type unfortunately

4. kenai: excellent protagonist. so deep in the throes of toxic masculinity he gets turned into a bear. isn't that the consequences of your actions pretty boy

3. shang li: bisexual king. nothing more to add.

2. prince naveen: now I may come from a protestant culture but a lazy jackass learning the value of hard work and love is what it’s all about. a dish. gets turned into a frog, isn't that the consequences of your actions pretty bo-

1. robin hood: “he's a fox hahah furry" FUCK YOU. HE IS THE FINEST MAN OUT THERE. HE HANGS OUT WITH HIS BEST FRIEND IN THE WOODS. HE HAS BEEN TRUE TO HIS SWEETHEART SINCE CHILDHOOD. he thinks he’s not good enough for her, but in a chivalrous way instead of pathetic. steals from the rich and gives to the poor. great with kids. they don’t make men like this anymore, and with that I mean men of integrity. “MARIAN MY DARLING I LOVE YOU MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF.” (CRIES)(THROUGH TEARS) LOVE IT SEEMS LIKE ONLY YESTERDAY YOU WERE JUST A CHILD AT PLAY

[bandcampsnoop]

9/1/24.

Cool cover art/cool band name is what initially made me listen to Military Genius. The thoughtful and sparse/gorgeous sounds kept me listening.

Military Genius is Bryan Cloghesy (Crack Cloud). This album was recorded in Joshua Tree, California. It sounds like a cross between Bill Direen and John Southworth. It's being released by Tin Angel Records (same label as Southworth).

[hazbintrashbin]

“I’ve got a little SQUISH on you!” (Aroace/AAspec ft. RadioRose (Alastor x Rosie) Pt. II

When did they realize they had a 🦑 squish 🦑??:

Part I 🌹 | Part II ��

Alastor 📻:

📻 You could pull every tooth from its bed, tearing the nerves from its nestled dens within the depths of his gums...

📻 But you could never, ever get Alastor --

📻 The ever-elusive yet dangerously strong Radio Demon himself --

📻 To admit his woes.

📻 They will always and forever remain in his back pocket. Better yet, it'll remain in the little tin cookie container, tucked among all of the bobbins of thread and needles and scraps of fabric, hidden beneath the cluster of shoes and clothes and miscellaneous items in Alastor's large, dark closet.

📻 It was an early morning in Hell. About four in the morning.

📻 Alastor ambles across the swamp, wearing nothing but a loose cotton shirt and simple pants, a long rifle strapped across his back. On his shoulder, he hauls a limp hog.

📻 "Oh, a pitiful creature you are!" Alastor says as he approaches the end of the swampland. There, his dining table awaits this fresh lump of meat. Tossing it onto the table, Alastor doesn't bother to change apart from poofing himself a clean cotton shirt.

📻 "But how delicious you'll be!" Alastor sits, grabbing a nearby fancy box. He pulls out a large knife and a rod. Idly, he rakes the knife across the rod.

📻 And he rakes, and rakes, and rakes. The metal shavings begin to glitter across his lap.

📻 Slowly, his eyes trail toward a thick cord, following it up a ladder heading toward the door in his ceiling.

📻 The trapdoor is cracked open --not because he left it that way, but because of the damage it received (along with the rest of his studio) from the epic battle between them and the Angels.

📻 Alastor's raking hand slows to a stop.

📻 Up in that room amidst the debris is his microphone. The stand's been fixed, but the mic's damaged. Alastor's been making it work as he attempts to fix it, but...

📻 He sighs, his smile growing small.

📻 If he could've beaten that damn Adam, he'd be an even stronger overlord than he already is. Perhaps even stronger than many hellborns. He'd probably even be able to fight himself out of that shitty deal...

📻 Ring, ring!

📻 Alastor's ears shoot up in surprise.

📻 Ah, yes! He'd gotten a personal landline from his dear friend Rosie not very long ago!

📻 Without realizing it, Alastor stands from his seat to swiftly move toward the phone, grinning wider than before.

📻 It's an elegant candlestick-styled landline encrusted with golden swirls and molded from a beautiful, shimmering red.

📻 A gift that could be from no one other than Rosie...

📻 "Hello, Alastor speaking!"

📻 "Alastor," Rosie laughs heartily, and Alastor's cheeks press into his eyes as he basks in her moment of amusement. "You don't need to answer the phone that way, you know!"

📻 "Oh, but I simply want you to know that you're speaking with me, my dear!" Alastor says cheekily.

📻 "I see... so, does that mean the Radio Demon himself has an imposter on the loose?" Rosie asks, matching Alastor's sass. He can almost feel her signature sharp grin growing ever wider.

📻 "Of course not!" Alastor chirps. "Because I'd have already tracked him down and killed him!" Instinctively, Alastor's free hand pulls itself into a tightly balled fist, a green glow suddenly shooting from his being as he feels the souls swirling within buzz with life, his horns stretching across his torso.

📻 Truthfully, the very thought of someone imitating him and potentially tricking Rosie pisses him off. Perhaps he should go out and make an example of someone... you know, just to keep the record straight.

📻 Rosie laughs even harder. "Oh, Alastor! I wouldn't have believed it for a second!"

📻 "Hm. Is that so?" Alastor's horns shrink, and just that quick, he's calm. He sits at his dressing table, leaning into his hand as he presses the earpiece further into his ear.

📻 "No, what do you take me for, a fool?" Before Alastor can say anything, Rosie follows up with, "I could never mistake anyone else for you, hun."

📻 There is a short pause, and Alastor hums. Rosie continues...

📻 "I have a peculiar feeling, though. It's the reason I called you today."

📻 "Oh? And what would that reason be?" Alastor asks. He lifts his head from his palm, preferring to twirl the earpiece's cord at the moment.

📻 "I haven't seen or heard from you since that crazy battle two days ago. I know you're still healing Alastor --"

📻 "Not at all!" The words shoot through Alastor's teeth, and Rosie falls silent. The quietness between them grows as Alastor tenses for a moment. His smile feeling quite forced now, he clears his throat.

📻 "I'm doing just fine, Rosie. Is that all you wanted to say?" Alastor's ears remain pinned down, and he drags his pointed nails across the table's surface, making light scratches in it. There's a low, rumbly sound on the other line. Rosie's humming.

📻 Finally, she says, "I know you too well, Alastor."

📻 "Really?" Snarkily, Alastor says, "I think there's more to know, my friend!"

📻 Rosie asks if that's a joke or if he seriously believes that. Alastor replies but doesn't necessarily answer the question.

📻 Honestly, he doesn't know if he's joking or not either.

📻 "You're irritated." Rosie simply says.

📻 "Not so --I feel quite well this morning!" Alastor insists.

📻 "You're not usually up at four, nearly five in the morning. Your day starts at six or seven, maybe seven-thirty going on eight if you're sleeping in late." Rosie says firmly. The tightness in her voice makes Alastor's grin slowly pull back into some kind of snarl, his nose crinkling. Heat rises within him, his face going from a purplish gray to a deep magenta.

📻 "Rosie," Alastor chuckles, but nothing's funny. "What do you know of my schedule? No one knows my schedule."

📻 "I know you usually start your morning with a hunt and a cold meal." She says.

📻 "Many people do!" Alastor replies.

📻 "Usually, you're already dressed, but given the time, I bet you're in your drabbier clothes."

📻 "Hah! I'm fully dressed!" Alastor says, awkwardly glancing elsewhere at the blatant lie.

📻 "With a smile? Sure. In your day clothes? Absolutely not!" Rosie huffs.

📻 "Well, what does it matter to you, Rosie?!" Alastor snaps, his fist slamming onto the table. Rosie laughs a little. It's adorable, but it only pisses him off more.

📻 "And losing your temper? Now, that's really not like you, Alastor." Rosie says. Alastor grunts. Being taunted into acting out of his character... is unlike him.

📻 And pretty embarrassing, actually.

📻 Especially on the phone with Rosie...

📻 Trying his best to regain control, Alastor slowly lets out a laugh of his own. It's a little weird-sounding --not entirely forced and not entirely genuine...

📻 "Come on, Alastor," Rosie finally says, "Tell me what's wrong."

📻 Alastor remains silent, however. His lips purse into an uncomfortably tight smile.

📻 "You know how I know something's wrong with you?" Rosie asks.

📻 Alastor remains silent. After a while, Rosie says...

📻 "You're speaking without your radio voice."

📻 Somehow, Alastor's brows furrow even more. His spirit shrivels into a tiny ball, and if he had a tail --truthfully -- it'd probably be tucking itself beneath his behind by now.

📻 "Alastor the Radio Demon has a very distinctive voice, you know!" Rosie says, "But every now and again, when it's an odd hour of the day, and there hasn't been any broadcasts, or those baby overlords aren't complaining about a certain radio demon on their little picture boxes or tiny telephones..."

📻 "When I don't even hear a Cab Calloway song or a ragtime piece playing on your channel... I know there's something wrong with my dearest friend." Rosie finishes her explanation, now going silent. Alastor remains silent as well.

📻 A few moments pass.

📻 "... Alastor? Are you there, Alastor?" Rosie asks.

📻 "... Of course I am, my dear."

📻 With his refusal to say anything else, Rosie sighs deeply.

📻 "I suppose you don't want to tell me." She says.

📻 "Well --" Alastor is interrupted by Rosie.

📻 "Ah, ah, ah! Don't worry about it. I won't push you any further." She says this so sweetly, a smile evident in her tone.

📻 After a moment, Alastor can't help but think to himself, "She's the only person in all of Hell who could get under my skin like this and yet survive."

📻 Does she realize how special she is?

📻 Then, Alastor shifts in his seat, leaning into his chair and tucking his free hand into the sleeve that is his arm and torso.

📻 Indeed, she's a special demon after all. How could he ever stay mad at one of his closest friends?

📻 Alastor's spirit slowly lifts and expands inside him, and before he knows it, his mouth moves on its own.

📻 "You have always been so earnest, Rosie," he says, "It has always been the spirit I've admired in you."

📻 "Oh!" Rosie seems caught off guard, and Alastor finds himself laughing. For real, this time.

📻 His ears lift as do his shoulders. Everything's brighter just that quickly.

📻 "You've always been so charming, my friend!" He continues. "A one-of-a-kind demon belle."

📻 This time Rosie gets to laugh.

📻 With half-lidded eyes, Alastor shifts to lean into his hand again. He takes this moment to simply enjoy the sound of Rosie's laughter this early hellish morning.

📻 "Oh, Alastor," she coos between her giggles, "You're the most!"

📻 "And you're the mostest."

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WOO!! Finally done!!

I did NOT intend for Alastor's part to be so long! Like, BRO, when I finished writing it (FINALLY!) I just sat back and checked the time… it went from 11PMish when I started to damn 2, goin’ on 3 o’clock!! I was like “WTH??!!” 😭😂😂

Plus!! I feel like the beginning is kind of slow, but, BUT I think y'all gonna survive based on the rest of the story!

That said, I kinda feel like this part of the “Squish” collection leans a lot more platonic as compared to Rosie’s part, but I thought about it and was like: “You know, that’s not necessarily a bad thing!” After all, while I personally HC Rosie as someone in the grey area of aroace, I always imagine Alastor as someone who is romance-indifferent (based on how he behaved in the comics when some of the ladies of cannibal town were swooning over him, otherwise, I don’t know if there’s been any other info from the creators about his feelings toward romance (not smex!!), but I don’t get the impression that he’s disgusted or completely put off by it —just disinterested, if nothing else). As such, I felt like someone like Alastor, while not seemingly as bothered by the idea of intimacy/romance as much as he is seggs, would probably not think romance or even behave in such a way when dealing with someone he’s especially close to. At the same time, with the kind of chemistry he has with Rosie, I can easily see an intimate bond between them. Is it sexual intimacy? Absolutely not. Romantic intimacy? … Ehhhhh, so-so but not quite, especially on Alastor’s end. Is it simply a deep, emotional kind of intimacy? Slightly blurring the lines between platonic and romantic?? Well, yeah, kind of like that!

All and all, I’m still deciding what kind of quasi-platonic relationship I want them to have. I feel like it would be a kind of intimate relationship where certain forms of intimacy are welcome (cuddles, hand-holding/arm-linking, hours specifically reserved for each other (dates, lol), innocent kisses here and there, etc), but in honor of Alastor’s sex-averse nature, I imagine sex, for example, isn’t really something they would engage in —if ever at all, honestly.

And I think I feel fine with that. There’s plenty of Alastor content that completely ignores his sex-averse nature for the sake of a spicy fanfic, and to each their own I suppose, but I do think there could be at least a fair amount of content (shipping or otherwise) that still at least tries to respect Alastor’s orientation.

Although, at the same time I feel like for those who challenge Alastor being paired with anyone, many of them are starting to imply (or flat-out say) that bc of his aroaceness he couldn’t possibly be in a relationship of any kind?? That he’d be utterly repulsed by it??

On one hand, if that’s your headcanon, do what you want! Plus, there are def aroace folk who don’t want to engage in relationships of any kind, and that’s valid, too. On the other hand, I’m a little concerned that a lot of people are starting to (once again) associate all ace, aro-, and aroaces with this inherent disgust or disinterest in intimacy! I feel like this is snowballing into the “aces/aros/aroaces are emotionless/can’t love/robots” kind of thing!! And this time, it’s being perpetuated by other aroace/aspec people!! Which is crazy!!

All in all though, I just feel like —bottom line —if you’re gonna ship Alastor, at least try to be respectful of his orientation. However, let us all keep in mind that being aroace/aspec does NOT mean you “can’t love”/care about some intimately. That may not include sex/romance, and if it does, it may not look the way it’s depicted in allo relationships, but that doesn’t make it any less valid. Idk. It’s just something I’ve been noticing lately… IDK!!! It’s complicated, lol.

Anywho, I’ll finally get off my soapbox again!! lol. I believe I said I’d follow up on this miniature RadioRose collection with a few HCs?? Like a traditional HC list?? Soo…. Yeah!

Hope you guys enjoyed the post, long as it is —and all of you stay tuned!!! 📻

Part I 🌹 | Part II 📻

[angelic-upper-management]

Friendly reminder that bags WILL be checked for material objects at the Gates of Heaven; please, save us the trouble and try separating yourself from silly possessions in the event that you are mortally wounded, sick, or other event. It just makes things easier for us (well, not us. That’d be funny, archangels doing junior recording angel work.) and be aware that possessing material objects and attempting to smuggle such into Heaven is a damnable offense, and it’d be really terrible if you already got that close to salvation just to be damned for a tin of mints, or urn, or whatever other connections you funny creatures hold.

Heaven thanks you.

-Gabriel

[archangelsammy]

archangelsammy's supernatural fic recs! <3

keep in mind that there's gonna be a lot of random stuff here. I read pretty much anything and everything. do keep in mind the tags before you read! if you don't like a fic/ship that's here, then don't read it. I don't want to see any hate here please.

short fics <5,000w

It's A River (But Not In Egypt) by Lise (Sam/Lucifer)

He's still a liar. Maybe always has been. Season 7, Sam & Hallucifer. References to torture, more gen than shippy.

flutter by real-placebo-effect (Sam/Michael)

Suddenly, Sam sees where Gabriel gets it from. It's almost endearing. Cute and sweet, set in early season 7. Canon divergence.

[record scratch, freeze frame] yep. that's me, plummeting into hell. you might be wondering how i got myself into this situation. well, it all started when i was born by kbaycolt (Sam/Lucifer)

The fall to Hell takes seven days. Post-episode Swan Song, angst. Short, and open ending.

just say by real-placebo-effect (Sam/Lucifer)

He won't say it so he doesn't say anything. Sam unravels anyway. Short, sweet, and shippy.

I should have been a pair of ragged claws by sparklylulz (Sam/Lucifer)

He wonders if he’ll go to Hell for sympathizing with the devil. Great Sam characterization.

speaking by maplewix (Sam/Lucifer)

Sam teaches Lucifer how to talk with his hands. Lucifer teaches Sam about angels. Sam is deaf, and Lucifer is mute. Unfinished but worth it.

and so the tower fell by thequietwings (Sam/Lucifer)

Lucifer taught Sam how to speak Enochian in the Cage. Really is angst masquerading as cute scenes. Podfic available!

Find Me At The End of Time by River_of_Dreams (Sam & Lucifer)

Sam Winchester wakes up in the Cage, knowing he's just condemned himself to an eternity of torture. But Lucifer has defied expectations since the beginnings of Time. He will do it again at its end. Post-episode Swan Songs, can be read as pre-slash.

at the end of the day by sharpbluejay (Sam/Lucifer, Chuck & Lucifer)

You do not, under any circumstances, have to hand it to the Devil, except when you do.

Or it turns out that watching the Devil confront God (with a capital G) reminds Sam a little too much of himself yelling at John. This is a strange thing to notice as the world is ending. Says slash, but can be read as gen. Post-episode 11x22 We Happy Few.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity by barryallenistheflash (Sam & Jack)

Jack begins to sense there's something not quite right.

Oh, no.

There's something

terribly,

awfully

wrong.

omg brilliant. alternate s14.

Twenty Steps by piglet (rethira) (Sam/Lucifer)

So, you accidentally married the Devil. As it says on the tin! crack, hilarious.

choosing, not ceasing by mythpoetry (Sam/Lucifer)

Sam lets the devil ride him out of hell. It's not the worst idea he's ever had. Beautiful scene towards the end. s5 Lucifer characterisation.

Holy by maplewix (Sam/Lucifer)

“No, that’s not possible, the world’s changed since—since the beginning, Pangea and—”

"Not the holy places," Lucifer said quietly.

can be read as gen, religious symbolism & crying.

Demons Aren't Mice (but Neither are they Men) by ohjustdisarmalready (Sam & Castiel & Crowley)

Crowley and Sam make a book club in the dungeon. Castiel is a part-time member. So much symbolism. References to literature, but you don't need to have read them.

long-ish fics 5,000w-10,000w

Falling Down by ophan (message me your email if you'd like a copy of ophans works) (Sam/Lucifer)

Sam says, 'Are you going to do it? Are you going to try and burn the world again?'

When Lucifer replies his voice is just as Sam remembers it. Low and musing, but also hoarse now, and filled with something fractured and brittle. It's shocking, in every way. A s9 canon-divergent fic with s5 Lucifer characterization.

Night Moves by Safiyabat (Sam/Lucifer)

Lucifer visits Sam in his dreams as the Apocalypse rages around them. While he should be trying to convince Sam to say "Yes," Sam soon finds that the Adversary isn't exactly adversarial. Done with the prompt 'classic rock,' loved the way music features in this.

someone to eat the fruit by anon (Sam/Lucifer)

The Cage is not what Sam expects. Interesting take on the cage - seems dark but is actually light-hearted.

Regrettable Situations in Storage Room 3 by occasionally_always (Sam/Castiel)

It’s not easy to get to the Farmers Market in the middle of a pandemic, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Sam would do anything to get some fresh air and sunlight, Cas really, really wants his organic honey, and most importantly, Dean’s not home to stop them. Humor & domestic. Can be read as gen too.

The Courtship of Sam Winchester by twicefivemiles (Sam/Lucifer)

While away from Dean and working a job he hates to forget a past he hates more, the last thing Sam needs is an unwanted suitor in his room every night. So sweet and good. Set around 5x03.

thou shalt not covet by sonatine (Sam/Lucifer, unrequited Sam/Castiel)

The irony is that Lucifer’s vessel — Nick — is exactly the kind of guy Sam would try to pick up. Tall but not scrawny; the kind of brawny Midwest farm stock that Dean, who prefers natty dressers with elegant faces (Cas) or someone who looks like they crawled out of Donner’s Pass (Benny), would curl his lip at. Sam would like to deny that he has a type, but his history of ex-lovers tells a story of sharp eyes, sharper smiles, and an intellect like a battering ram that he can throw himself against. This is thee fic of all time. Actually got me to ship Sam/Lucifer.

long fics 10,000w-50,000w

Love in Twelve Acts by sparxwrites (Sam/Lucifer)

It's hard not to love someone when you know their life story. Lucifer, like all angels, can travel in time; what he sees in the past changes him. Really interesting fic, well worth the read.

The Fourth Wall Series by entanglednow (Dean/Cas, Sam/Lucifer)

The guys explore the joys of fanfiction. Brilliantly done, some beautiful moments in this series.

the crucifix was constructed wrong by tigriswolf (Sam & Dean, no ships)

Sam time travels from the end of Swan Song to midway through No Rest for the Wicked. Ain’t nobody’s plans left intact.

He opens his eyes. Uncurls, glances at the candles, the symbols. “Ruby,” he murmurs. Smiles slowly.

Resumes the ritual.

fell down, threw up by goodnightfern (Cas/Dean, Sam/Lucifer)

The spell works on all of the angels and Lucifer's punishment continues. As for Sam? He's gotta be hallucinating again. (AU after 8.23)

Monsters Out of Time by KillerofHope (Sam/Lucifer)

God vanishes with his sister, Sam finds himself waiting at the bunker for Dean. But Lucifer arrives first, feeling just as lost as Sam.

A relationship snaps into place that both don't want to feel guilty about. s11 divergence, very light-hearted for the ship that it is.

How to Fall by alas_horatio (Sam/Lucifer)

When a spell goes wrong Sam ends up stranded in the north Canadian wilderness with nothing to do but bunker down and wait for rescue, which wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the broken angel he's accidentally brought along for the ride. So well done, one of the best Sam/Lucifer fics out there.

Pyrphoros by lumpy-space-princess (Sam/Lucifer)

And thus did he who was called Forethought descend from the mountain with a fistful of fire, a boon of civilization to all Mankind.

Three tales, of three gifts, told in three parts. Just amazing.

Smoke and Mirrors by itallstartedwithdefenestration (Sam/Lucifer)

Sam spends most of his dreams with Lucifer trying to prove that they're nothing alike. Until he realizes that they are, and that maybe, just maybe, he's sick of denying it.

Tangible by glassedplanets (Sam/Lucifer, Dean/Cas)

Wherein Sam's got the Devil whispering in his ear and he's well and truly fucked. Picks up after 7x15 and diverges from canon.

super long fics 50,000w-150,000w

A Young Writer Marked for Death by lysanatt (Sam/Lucifer, Michael/Adam)

Being an aspiring writer in Paris isn't easy, and with Adam wasting away from consumption, Sam's life sure is difficult. It could be worse, though: Adam could be dead or they could both be back in Kansas where they would end up in jail. Monsieur Lucifer could have asked them to leave Le Cabaret Perdu when he discovered the less than flattering poem that Adam wrote about him. Instead Sam makes a surprising deal with Lucifer that is going to change Adam's life — and his own. Sort-of Moulin Rouge AU with a happy ending.

The Light Beyond The Glass by ophan (Sam/Lucifer) (message me for the link)

There's a new Leviathan-eating monster on the loose, and Sam and Dean need to stop it before it starts eating humans. Trouble is, it can only be killed by an archangel. Luckily, Sam's found a summoning spell to take care of that. A s7 canon divergence fic with s5 Lucifer characterization.

Some Kind of Home by SansPellegrino (Sam/Lucifer, Dean/Cas)

In which Sam gets kicked out of his own house and ends up being taken in by the Miltons; a somewhat dysfunctional family of seven held together by the two eldest brothers in the absence of their parents. Sam's plan is to stay with them until Dean comes home from serving in Afghanistan, and then he'll return to Stanford. But, as usual, other things just get in the way.

Stairway to Heaven by clowns_or_midgets, jadeys-world, snarkymuch (Sam/Lucifer)

AU. To save his brother, Sam makes a deal with the devil. The creature he expects and the man he actually encounters are two different beings, and soon he will have to choose between what he knows is right and what his heart desires.

Due Cause by alas_horatio (Sam/Lucifer, Dean/Cas)

Sam gets his first job at the law firm of his dreams, which just happens to be the workplace of his law-school idol, who in real life is a good deal more cynical and a great deal more creepy than he might have imagined. Also: Cas runs a snack cart. Also: Dean helps.

Who Do You Think You're Fooling? by all_the_kings_ham (Sam/Lucifer)

Just because you can find help on the side of the road doesn't mean that Sam has to accept that help with out reservations.

The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot by all_the_kings_ham (Sam/Lucifer)

It was such a simple plan.

How did it go so wrong so fast?

bad moon rising by gone_girl (no ships)

There are many American cults of worship, and none of them will ever have a place for the Winchester brothers. Arab Winchesters! Really good.

That's all folks! Leave a kudos/bookmark on the fics if you like them! This list is all thanks to @quietwingsinthesky and @godsprettiestprincess over on the archangel discord so thanks guys for the motivation <3

[goldenraeofsun]

All For You Part 2

A sequel to this one shot!

After the Angel and Renegade team up, it’s like the floodgates open wide for the Superhero draft. Queen of Moons joins the good fight. Blonde Blade jumps out of the woodwork. Vampirate, the Prophet, Rowena – no superhero name, no last name either. 

Cas bemusedly supervises as Dean fulfills his longtime dream of his own superhero lair. Sam just shakes his head.

Queen of Moons, the techie of the group, outfits them with state-of-the-art computers and cloaking.

Blonde Blade, their unofficial armorer, provides all the practice gear they could need to spar and hone their skills. She also wipes their asses with everything from bo staffs to pool noodles.

Rowena conjures several bottles of booze that never seem to run out. Vampirate supplies 18th century glassware.

All in all, a good setup in Dean’s book. They have a place to drink, commiserate, and party. Somewhere away from the nightmare city they’ve all chosen to live in and occasionally save from total annihilation. 

Sam strikes up a thing with Rowena (that Dean heartily and vocally disapproves of) and starts hanging around more regularly, and the ’Gade Cave really becomes Dean’s second home. 

“Alright,” Blonde Blade says as the late night news report replays footage of their latest fight with Crossroads. “Next time I see Crowley, I’m gonna punch him right in his smug little face.”

“Not if I get there first,” Renegade says cheerfully, raising his beer. Around the table, a few others raise their drinks.

The Angel just glowers from his chair, his glowing eyes narrowed into slits.

The Prophet, who volunteered to record the battle debrief, the freak, shakes his head from behind his computer screen. “I told you going for his left flank was a mistake.”

Renegade protests, “I saw an opening and I took it!”

“I saw you seeing it, and I told you it would be a bad idea,” the Prophet says darkly. “But does anybody ever listen to the guy at HQ?”

“Dearie, you have to speak up more,” Rowena titters, lounging in her chair like a throne. In one hand, she delicately holds a glass of scotch, her wide bell sleeves pooled around her elbow, showing off a pale, slender forearm.

The Prophet rolls his eyes. “Cassandra never had it this bad,” he mutters.

“She had none of your charm,” Rowena assures him. “Nobody listened to her because she was an annoying Trojan twit, not because of some blasted prophecy.”

“Thanks,” the Prophet says sourly.

“Renegade will listen to you next time,” the Angel assures the Prophet.

“Renegade will probably listen to you,” Renegade corrects as the Angel turns his laser glare on him.

But that’s the trouble with the Prophet’s visions. For a guy who’s made a superhero career of seeing the future, he’s pretty shitty at it. The last time Renegade acted on one of his tips, they found the right safehouse, but the Prophet neglected to warn them about the fifty bajillion booby traps guarding the place. Vampirate nearly got his leg clean blown off, and the Angel came home unfortunately singed around the feathers.

“Change the channel to something else, chief,” Vampirate says wearily. “We were all there. We saw what went down.”

Queen of Moons eagerly snatches the remote out of Renegade’s slack grip. “On it!” she chirps as she flips through shows at the speed of light.

Blonde Blade grins. “Hey, wait!”

Queen of Moons wrinkles her nose, the fabric of her domino mask scrunching up. “Seriously?” she asks as she presses the back button.

On the screen, a celebrity gossip piece transitions into some fashion police segment.

“It’s a guilty pleasure,” Blonde Blade sniffs.

“Dude,” Renegade frowns.

“Don’t dude me,” Blonde Blade says as she points the remote, weapon-like, in his face. 

As she could no doubt kill him with it in under five minutes, Renegade holds up his hands in a gesture of surrender. He’s man enough to admit it. 

Blonde Blade smirks. “I saw you watching Dr. Sexy last week – you’ve got no room to judge, Tin Can Man.”

Renegade cuts off his retort as the TV host says, “Dean Winchester, of course, always looking stunning –”

Internally, Renegade groans. He averts his gaze from his own smiling face.

“ – in Georgio Armani at the International Otter Adoption Charity gala.”

“Armani, really?” the co-host asks playfully as Renegade scowls behind his helmet.

The host turns to her, his expression aghast. “Yes, Armani. You don’t believe he looks absolutely good enough to eat? Really, Alicia?”

Alicia shrugs. “Armani suits are flashy without actually being flashy. They’re the epitome of the safe option.”

“I don’t know how we’re related,” the host says with a sad shake of his head. “Fine, since Dean doesn’t satisfy, how about his husband? How does Castiel Winchester rank in Christian Siriano?” 

A picture flashes on screen, of Cas looking handsome as fuck on the red carpet. 

“It’s a bit much for me,” the host continues.

Alicia rolls her eyes. “I love it. The cape is so whimsical, and there’s actually a light feather pattern on the inside, a beautiful detail. And while the cape might be a bold choice, the suit itself is pretty tame. Balance, you know?”

The Angel rustles in his seat, adjusting his posture to anybody but Dean, who knows Cas is secretly pleased as fruit fucking punch. The son of a bitch.

“It’s growing on me,” Max admits. “However, I will never forgive Garth Fitzgerald for his crimes against fashion. Did he borrow that hat from Bjork?”

“Bess looks amazing, though.”

“Alright,” Blonde Blade says over Max’s noises of agreement, “Fuck, marry, kill. Dean Winchester, Garth Fitzgerald, and, I dunno,” she taps her chin in thought, “Meg Masters.”

Dean slumps over in his chair. Jesus Christ, just kill him now.

The Angel chokes on nothing and just barely manages to turn his ugly hacks of shock into a polite cough.

Renegade glares at him.

Blonde Blade starts, “Me –” 

God, she’d better choose to kill him. 

“– I’d fuck Dean, marry Garth, and kill Meg.”

“But Garth and Bess are so adorable,” Queen of Moons objects. “You’d want to homewreck that?”

“Garth has so much love in his blessed little southern heart,” Blonde Blade says, grinning, “I bet there’s room for one more. And all the gossip says Dean’s great in the sack.”

The Angel’s mouth purses, in a way that better fucking be agreement. Under the table, Renegade kicks him to stay silent.

“Seriously, have you seen his –”

Renegade interrupts loudly, “Does anyone want another round?”

The Angel stands up without a word and pointedly walks in the direction of the kitchen. Coward.

Blonde Blade asks, “How about you, Queenie?”

“I’d fuck Meg, obviously,” Queen of Moons says, tossing her long red hair behind her shoulder. “Penises give me anxiety in the bedroom.”

Vampirate snorts.

Queen of Moons continues, “I’d probably marry –”

Garth fucking Fitzgerald, for the love of all that is holy, say Garth.

“– Dean, and kill Garth.”

Shit.

Eyes sparkling, Queen of Moons cheerfully explains, “It’d be a lavender marriage, of course, but if I even got half of his fortune, I’d dump a boatload cash on every queer charity in the city, rescue all the goddamn orphans – Batman style, you know – and, just for the fun of it, sue the pants off Dick Roman.”

Actually, that’s not such a bad idea. If only Cas wouldn’t smite her into a soot stain for trying to put a ring on it.

Well, not every orphan. A couple, definitely, if Cas was up for it. And probably once they retired from the whole death-defying-side-gig thing.

“Kill Garth, really?” Blonde Blade asks, eyebrows raised.

“He has a quarter of Dean’s net worth,” Queen of Moons says, frowning. “I’d make it quick and painless, though.” She looks up as The Angel returns, a full glass of whiskey in hand, complete with a neon blue crazy straw. “How about you, Angel?”

“We’re still playing this game?” the Angel asks in a bored voice as he sets the drink in front of Renegade.

Dean mutinously picks up the glass and sucks at the straw. If Cas really cared about him, he’d fly Dean straight to Bora Bora instead of making him a stupid drink.

“Me,” Rowena chimes in, uninvited, as she usually does, “I’d fuck Dean, marry Meg, and kill Garth.”

Renegade’s mouth falls open. “But you’re - you’re already banging his brother!” He gives a full-body shudder of revulsion.

“And while he’s quite,” Rowena pauses as Dean resists the urge to barf, “ adept in the bedroom, who hasn’t dreamed of being in the middle of two strapping young men?”

If Dean could drown himself in his drink, he would. But Cas only filled it with two fingers worth, and his badass superhero helmet would get in the way.

“Uh, me?” Queen of Moons says, pointing at herself. “Although, I have seen very cute pictures of him and his husband. He seems like an A+ cuddler. I wouldn’t mind being in the middle of that G-rated sandwich.”

The Angel barely muffles his laugh behind his hand, and Dean barely refrains from punching said husband right in his glowy face.

Blonde Blade turns to him eagerly. “Alright, angel cake, what’re your two cents?”

The Angel glances ever so briefly at Renegade, and Dean’s stomach sinks. He’d better not say he’d rather fuck Meg.

“If you must know,” he says in a long-suffering voice, “I would fuck Dean –”

Thank god.

“ – marry Dean, and kill Meg.”

Well, that’s not exactly unexpected. It’s almost sweet. Trust Cas to stick to honesty even now.

Blonde Blade narrows her eyes. “That’s not how you play this game.”

“That is my answer.”

Blonde Blade sighs. “You can’t marry and fuck Dean Winchester.”

The Angel’s eyebrows fly up his forehead. “I believe that’s what most marriages entail, actually.”

Vampirate snorts. “He’s got you there, Blondie.”

“Fine,” Blonde Blade throws her hands in the air and turns to Renegade. “You’ve been suspiciously silent, Iron Can.”

“I don’t want to play this game.”

Blonde Blade stares at him with legitimate shock. “Since when?”

“Since always.”

Eyebrows rising in disbelief, she continues, “Alright, since someone’s canned goods have clearly been contaminated with botulism, how about you, VP?”

Vampirate leans back in his chair, contemplating the question. “Fuck Meg, marry Garth, and kill Dean.”

Finally. At least Dean has one decent friend among this bunch. Really, is it so hard to find a single person here who doesn’t want to fuck his brains out or bind him in holy matrimony?

“Seriously?” Blonde Blade says, disappointed.

“I like morally gray brunettes,” Vampirate says with a shrug. “And I know Garth can appreciate a good old fashioned bourbon pecan pie –”

“So can Dean,” the Angel says sharply.

Renegade turns to him, surprised to see the actual anger gathering in the set of his mouth and squint of his eyes. 

Queen of Moons blinks. “Woah.”

“Someone struck a nerve, it seems?” Rowena titters.

“Oh my god,” Blonde Blade gasps, “do you have a crush on Dean Winchester?”

The Angel swallows, his gaze darting around the table, lingering half a second too long on Renegade. “Of course I do,” he says.

Dean closes his eyes in horror.

“He’s one of the most upstanding members of society,” the Angel starts, and this is so much worse than Dean pictured. “He regularly gives to charity. He supports grassroots politics. He cares enormously for this city, a city that chooses to pick apart his fashion choices and resurface his teenage antics instead of extolling his many virtues.”

“Cas,” Dean murmurs, so quietly only the Angel would pick up on it, “Shut your goddamn pie hole.”

He feels more than sees Cas roll his eyes, since Cas’s entire eye socket shines brightly with his inner light. Like a lava lamp turned up to eleven.

Vampirate whistles. “I wonder if Dean knows he has a secret superhero admirer.”

Dean scowls. Yes, he very much does know this.

The Angel’s wings flutter in anticipation. “And you all are just talking about him,” his voice lowers dangerously, “like he’s a piece of meat or simply a bank account to do what you will, like he has no mind of his own –”

“Fine,” Renegade interrupts, slamming his fist down on the table. The glasses all rattle. “Fuck Garth. Marry Meg. Kill Dean. Happy? Can we please change the subject?”

“You’d kill Dean as well?” the Angel asks, in a stupidly wounded sort of voice.

Dean’s gonna kill him too if he keeps this up.

The Angel’s wings puff up like an angry emu. “But he –”

“You son of a bitch,” Dean yanks his helmet off to yell at Cas properly. “It’s just a stupid game, alright? I know what everyone thinks of me. That’s on purpose, dumbass. It’s so nobody puts two-and-two together and gets one super secret superhero identity. Like I’ve told you a million goddamn times, it doesn’t matter. People are gonna talk no matter what you do.”

Silence reigns.

Rowena is the first to recover. She nearly doubles over in her seat, cackling like the witch she is.

“What the fuck,” Blonde Blade murmurs as Queen of Moons goes white as a sheet.

Vampirate says nothing, but his gaze ping pongs from Dean to the Angel and back again, calculating.

“You’re Dean Winchester,” The Prophet screeches. “You - you paid for my college scholarship!”

Dean just sighs and slumps back in his seat. Wordlessly, he picks up his glass and drains it.

The second silence is even more deafening than the first.

“Well, isn’t this awkward,” Rowena says unhelpfully, like she didn’t suggest a threesome with him and his brother ten minutes ago.

Dean ignores her.

“You didn’t have to do that, Dean,” the Angel tells him quietly.

He shrugs. “I was planning on it anyway. Just… not right now.”

“I’ll say,” Rowena says in carrying undertone as she glances between them curiously. “You knew about him?” she asks the Angel.

He gives a single clipped nod.

Vampirate drawls, “It would be hard to keep a secret like that from one’s spouse.”

Smiling slightly, Dean toasts him with his empty glass. He always liked Vampirate best – after the Angel, of course.

With this brand-spanking new revelation, the Prophet looks like he’s about to faint. “So you’re…” he drifts off, apparently unable to finish his sentence.

Queen of Moons turns to him, her expression quizzical. “You didn’t see this one coming?”

“Maybe I actually suck at this,” the Prophet says, horrified.

[deathxproof]

Get To Know Rory Williams & The Master!

It’s an AU where Rory Williams is actually, gasp, the Master in a fobwatch! Verse and timeline dependent. That’s it. All natural whole ingredients you can pronounce. Sometimes. Established in 2013, Various Verses to choose from. Before jumping in, Here Are My Rules! Please check them out! Now! Come meet Rory Williams. Come meet the Master. Come meet Rory!Master. 

Name: Rory Williams

AKA: [REDACTED] Williams, Rory Pond

Age: ~26-33

Gender: Trans Man

Sexuality: Bisexual

Species: Human

Occupation: Nurse. Time Lord babysitter.

Faceclaim: Arthur Darvill

Rory’s Playlist!

Record Scratch

Name: The Master

AKA: Koschei Oakdown, Koschei, and an entirely too-long list of stupid aliases. 

Age: ??? ??? 2500 ?? 3000? 3500??? He isn’t really sure anymore after Rory’s Auton Stint

Gender: Masculine-Adjacent (** If it ever comes up, I write Rory & Rory!Master as, what can best be described for an alien Time Lord as afab trans masc. If that bothers you or somehow rubs you incorrectly, I can’t believe I have to point it out, but you’re on the wrong blog.)

Sexuality: A flavor of psychosexual obsessive Space Queer

Species: Time Lord 

Occupation: Being A Menace 

Faceclaim: Arthur Darvill again!

The Master’s Playlist!: Destroying Planets Out Of Spite

Rory!Master !

Disaster TARDIS: The Master Edition (The Master’s Music Taste?)

Bonus!(older playlists): I Got Stuck In A Fobwatch & All I Got For It Was This Lousy Found Family && Help! My Husband Is A Time Lord With A Really Weird Thing For My Best Friend!! :(( && I Am So Old And So Tired Of My Ex’s Shenanigans

Background—

 Rory Williams— 

Current Residence: Leadworth, otherwise the TARDIS Parents(Living): Brian Williams  Parents(Deceased): Mallory Williams

Significant Others: Amy Pond 

Children: Melody Pond/River Song

Other Significant Friends: The Doctor (friend, pain, technical son-in-law)

Rory Williams’ timeline falls(or ends?) sometime between early Season 7 to post-Angels Take Manhattan when the fobwatch opens- just sort of depends on the timing. As usual I’m pretty fine with adapting if it comes into play— but even then, that mostly just falls for Elevens, Amys, Rivers, and those applicable to those seasons I guess yknow ¯_(ツ)_/¯.

Verses—

Super flexible with verses and situations to throw Rory & The Master in! His(and thereby the Master’s) five main-ish verses are—

Default- exactly what you imagine. Fobwatched!Rory comes up the same way in the show— he dates and marries Amy, they travel with the Doctor.

Rory A Little To The Left- a catch-all verse for… A lot of other stuff. Do you want your character to generally be in Amy’s place? Does Rory have a friend who he confides in about his time traveling and the weird watch dreams he has because of it? Rory as the Master’s companion, somehow? Anything else A Little or A Lot To The Left?

The Boy Who Waited- Pretty much what it says on the tin. Rory’s exactly in Amy’s place. A fun barely-used exploration in throwing the Doctor into Rory Williams’ backyard instead of Amy and the results of that.

The Girl Who Didn’t Have To Wait- Oops! Oopsie! Rory opens the watch incredibly early! Amy Pond(or your character) gets offered to be the Master’s companion.

Rory’s Back- Oops! Something else went wrong! The Master’s the Master again, but Rory Williams… Comes through sometimes? They share a body? Rory is essentially condemned to a personal hell?

Want to work out something else? Have something else in mind? Let me know dude!

The Master— 

Current Timeline: Post-Missy, Pre-Dhawan, Post-Season-6A

Current Residence: TARDIS

TARDIS Appearance: Busted up Vending Machine, otherwise a pretty gritty and grimy Payphone Booth. 

Parents:

Significant Others:

Children: Susan Foreman (Granddaughter?)(Weird daughter?)(Step-something?) River Song???

Other Significant People: The Doctor (arch enemy, messy ex, millennia-long-object-of-obsession) 

The Master… Well. Missy— the Master- never intended to be anything more than a simple human for a handful of decades. It almost felt like vacation, but instead it came across more as insurance that they wouldn’t… Run into… Any versions of themselves. Or more importantly: the Doctor.

Alright, failed step one.Just went a bit backwards.

It all happened rather fast in hindsight. A last-minute decision to go under the chameleon arch, just before Missy was regenerating. The change was supposed to happen post-regeneration, in a new body, a new Master. It happened, instead, mid-regeneration. It produced a child. No name, no backstory, no plan.

The night Amelia Pond settles into a house with a crack in the bedroom wall in Leadworth, a TARDIS crashes in Brian and Mallory Williams’ backyard a few streets over. A little girl comes wandering into their kitchen from the backyard. And suddenly both of them remember that they were supposed to be renovating their daughter’s bedroom (that strangely looks like a home office at the time), and put Mallory(it means unlucky, ha.) Rory Williams to sleep on the couch. 

The Master, meanwhile, sits inside of an old and tarnished up wrist watch. What was supposed to be a 90-odd-year excursion maximum accidentally turned into a 1000+ year technicality due to the Doctor, of all people.

Default is that he releases from the watch sometime before Angels Take Manhattan. The longer they stay in the TARDIS, the worse Rory gets, the more things start to stick out in the end… 

Darvill!Master weasels his way out eventually, usually after Rory’s attention is turned to the wrist watch that’s conveniently come with him throughout weddings and moves and the Pandorica and all of his deaths and the TARDIS and—

When he comes out(ha.) there’s a lot of mixed feelings. Nothing has been processed fully from Missy, he’s suffering from a strange millennia-old regeneration hangover that hung on in the watch, the Master was human for entirely too long. Rory was around for entirely too long and managed to get his life wrapped up in one of the two people in the universe he was hiding out from.

What could possibly go wrong with that?