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JASONxJAZZ

Friendly Neighborhood Vigilante T

Meet Jasmine Fenton: Smart, resourceful, kind and the very proud sister of Amity Park's own undead superhero Danny Phantom. Therapist at your service. Intern at Arkham Asylum. Can kick your ass. Likes tea and long walks at the beach. Meet Jason Todd: Smart, resourceful, not-that-kind (if you say he's soft you may get knifed) and the very proud vigilante and protector of Crime Alley. Died for a while but got better. Holds grudges. Likes reading a nice book and the sound of the rain against the window. They are neighbors now.

Batman, Meet Team Phantom NR 118,359 SERIES

Jason leaves Amity Park for Gotham, but an emergency call changes everything. The Fentons have discovered Danny's secret, and things are going horribly wrong. While Jazz, Sam, and Tucker save Danny from Jack and Maddie, the group is now on the run. Jason and his family pull all of their resources together to make things right.

Present, Future, Past T

After a fight gone sideways, Bruce finds himself in the future, one that's a lot brighter than Bruce could have ever hoped for. And yet, there are still some shadows Bruce must overcome. But perhaps the insight of the future can help Bruce do just that.

Can't Help Falling In Love (With You) T SERIES

When a ghost does shenanigans, Jazz usually stays out of the trouble, since trouble is her brother's thing. This time? This time trouble found her in the form of a ghost that marries her to the Red Hood against her will.

When The Side Quest Gets Real T SERIES

Jason gets confused for one Jack Fenton by one exasperated teacher, who immediately tells him off for not answering the school's calls-Right in front of Tim and Dick.

Shovel Talk? T 3,464

Things were finally running smoothly for The Batfamily, then Jason decided to throw a wrench into it. That wrench was named Jasmine Fenton. Now the whole family have to prepare for a shovel talk.

Deal T 3,884 ESRIES

One day, a woman hires Jason to kill an unusual amount of people. The more he looks at the case, the more he is convinced he has to accept.

There's Something Wrong With The Nightingale Siblings G SERIES

A reveal gone wrong, a drive to Gotham and a sister made of shadows. Danny didn't know this is what he was signing up for when taking the crown, but naming his sister queen regent was better than the alternative. He'll just have to see what kind of trouble Danny and Jasmine Nightingale can get up to in Gotham.

Gotham's Favourite T 1,315

Jason has heard the rumours going around Crime Alley, about the Saint of the Dead. He didn’t believe them, at first, of course. How could he? When they spoke of an ethereal being that appeared amongst the living and brought them in contact with their dearest departed? Brought them closure?

Drunk Summonings T 1,577 SERIES

Jason is dared to summon the ghost king. Only instead of getting the ghost king, he gets the queen regent.

Core Skills T SERIES

Jason doesn't want to disappoint his family (or worst, be called out by his brothers). Jazz tries to get custody of Danny. I wonder where it all could go.

Why Not? T 5,263

Jazz goes to Gotham Public Library to get out of the house. Jason has a rare day off.

I'm Picking You Up T 2,939

Jason Todd has been secretly dating an amazing woman named Jazz Fenton, but hasn't told her about his vigilante/crime lord life. When he's captured by the Riddler on a day when the rest of his family is unavailable, he discovers that his girlfriend is more than meets the eye. Maybe he should have asked a few more questions...

The Wonderous Beauty Of The Statuesque Scarlet T 9,773

Jazz knew she was tall. It wasn't like it affected her life or anything (sarcasm). It wasn't like she didn't end dates early because the dude asked her if it was really necessary for her to wear heels. Yes, she was tall. And strong. On top of that, she had duties as Ghost Princess, so finding a partner was not easy for her.

The Night Will Come But Not To Stay T

Jazz is excited about going to Gotham University for college. It's halfway across the country from Amity Park and anyone who knows about her weird family or ghost nonsense. Finally, she can pretend to be a normal woman who just wants to go into psychiatry. She meets a cute guy named Jason, and they seem to be getting along great. Jason finally decided to put aside his vigilante work long enough to get a degree. He's learning how to be a normal person again, with a family that cares for him. He's even made a few civilian friends, including a cute girl named Jazz. Surely, nothing could come up that would reveal their other lives to each other.

Cujo And The Ghastly Gotham Grabber G 9,520

When Joker grabbed Damian, Cujo said “not on my watch mister!” and proceeded to tear the clown to shreds. Then Cujo takes his new friend to Danny to make sure he’s okay. He is delighted when he makes even more friends when Damian’s brothers come looking for him.

Talks At The Fenton Bar And Brunch And Mount Justice G 8,299 SERIES

The Fentons talk, meanwhile a six (and a half!) year old halfa does what every nosy child does and listens in only stopping when the ghost of time drops in for fudge. Meanwhile, Tim is wondering what the exact relationship the Fentons have with the Infinte Realms is that the Young Justice's newest member wants to look into Jason's background.

You Look Like You’ve Seen A Ghost T 37,602 SERIES

Jason and Danny became friends in the Ghost Zone. This is about to be everyone’s problem. Batman just wants to know who this illusive teenager is. Because he’s a meta. Obviously. Not for adoption reasons. No siree, not him.

Somehow Whatever's Eternal In Me Knows Whatever's Eternal In You M

Everyone knows the story of Jason Todd’s resurrection. He dies, he gets resurrected half a year later, he crawls out, goes to the hospital for another half year, and then gets taken by Talia to the League before he finally comes back to Gotham 3 years later. But what if that didn’t happen? When an additional force comes to Gotham with the intentions to take over, she finds Jason Todd lying on the ground and then decides to take him with her. Everything in Gotham changes.

Wrong Exit T SERIES

Danny comes into the story too early and makes it everyone else's problem.

Is Batman A Ghost? T

The Fentons learn about the Bats in Gotham. Thanks to the portal to the Ghost zone breaking and the ambient ectoplasm in Gotham, Fentonworks sets up shop in crime city. Shenanigans ensue

Turning Shadows Into Shapes T

When the GIW gets too close to finding out who phantom is, Jazz takes custody of her adopted brother and moves out to Gotham. Danny is enrolled in West Reeve and Jazz goes to Gotham U, and finds a job at Arkham. Everything was going fine, for the first couple hours. The more Jazz and Danny try to avoid the Bats, the more they seem to meet, and Danny and Jazz figure that this can only lead to conflict.

Won't You Be My Neighbor? M

Jazz is excited to start a new job in a city that has never heard of the Fenton’s. So what if they have raving psychopaths and people dressing up in tights to fight them, at least she doesn’t have to deal with ghosts. But, why did her new neighbor trigger her brother’s ghost sense? And why does she feel like she’s falling for the mysterious vigilante that crashed through her window one night?

Blood On The Crown M SERIES

She leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his brow, a covenant between them, a secret promise that she would tear the world asunder if it meant keeping him safe.

Premeditation T 17,192 SERIES

The problem is that so few people are even able to see what the problem really is. The problem is that things that manage to find the balance on the knife’s edge of life are so, so hard to kill. The problem, Jasmine Fenton realizes, two weeks after she moves into Gotham, is one that almost no one, in any dimension or realm, is able to solve. The problem is simply put, though, even if it’s almost impossible. The problem is this: The Joker is a Halfa.

Custody Battle G 1,274 SERIES

"Touch starved Danny gets cuddles from tallmom!Jazz and tankdad!Jason after a long and hard custody battle against the neglectful Fenton parents. "

If You Find A Vigilante In The Dumpster M SERIES

The plan was simple, Jazz and her now de aged brother would go lay low in Gotham, act as a mother-son duo. Wait as Danny heals up by absorbing the ambient ectoplasm leaking from the city and Vlad gives the green light that he has a safe place they could stay. Plus with the blessing from the Ghost of Gotham and knowing that even the GIW wouldn't dare to encroach on Batman's territory, it was a pretty safe plan. That was until a certain vigilante just keeps on finding himself in their dumpster.

Crying Is Okay T SERIES

I will change the summary when I get a better idea I am winging this, but so far it's about what happens if Danny goes to University in Gotham and gets a job at Arkham.

Rifts T

As a general rule, just when you thought it couldn't get worse it suddenly did. This is something the Fenton siblings knew from experience. The thing is, normally her brother is the one who puts them on the spot. This isn’t one of those times, and Jazz just knows that she will never get Danny to shut up about it. ...If they ever get to see each other again, of course.

There Will Come A Soldier T 9,644

Jason jumps to defend a woman getting mugged but she uh...doesn't need the help. She appreciates the heart-eyes he shoots her, though.

The Business Of Family T

Things are not well in Amity Park. With the GIW getting more and more aggressive and their parents becoming ever more suspicious of Danny each day that passes, Jazz knows that they're running out of time. It's not safe, and their options are painfully limited. Out of sheer dumb luck or a little intervention from Clockwork, she manages to discover a distant relative that just might be their salvation. If asked Oswald Cobblepot would say that it's just good business. Adopting a few kids had done wonders for Bruce Wayne's reputation, why not his? It's not like he can't afford to put them somewhere out of the way if they get to be a problem. It's just business. Nothing more.

Advent Reunion G 4,765 SERIES

Danny was gone. The GIW had wrecked his core and Jazz was left grieving with her family and friends, all devastated. They hunted the monsters that destroyed her brother, hunted them all the way to the Himalayas and destroyed the Guys in White but Jazz felt like it was a hollowed out victory. Grieving and anguished she stole Vlad's booze and wander off, runs into a guy hiding a body and deciding to spend a weekend running amok with "Jason" (a nice jerk that left without even saying goodbye and who she really should not have developed feelings for). Then she discovered she was pregnant, and Clockwork told her he had placed Danny's ruined core in her so he could be reborn. Skip nearly seven years later and Jazz is the mother of a rambunctious six (and a half!) year old boy who is the reincarnate of her brother and she just moved to Gotham with her family to go to school. Jason meanwhile runs into a kid that tries to steal his wheel and pay for it with coco, a duck candle and a literal piggy bank... and then reunites with a blast from his past... and she has a tinier version of him attached to her hip.

DANNYxTIM

The Blob T

Tim sees a floating green blob and believes it is a delusion, but it is actually a ghost, one of the victims of the murderer he caught. The blob ghost latched on to him and refuses to leave. As Tim finally admits to himself that it's real, more blob ghosts attach themselves to Tim, hoping he will catch their murderer too. Finally, his family notices that something is amiss with him and attempts to figure out what is wrong. Meanwhile, Danny in the Ghost Zone hears that there is a human, in the living realm, that the blob ghost can't stop praising.

Social Media + Insomnia = Epic Fails (Not Clickbait!) T 8,216 SERIES

Yes I Sleep @TimDrake_Wayne Fellas… is it gay if he’s dead? Otherwise known as: Tim makes an Oopsie

Hold The Stars Close (Like You Were Holding My Hand) NR

Daniel Fenton had to run, Amity wasn't safe for him anymore, he couldn't stay, so he left. By no means did it mean that he understood how he ended up in a crime filled city with a baby to care for, and another teen vigilante for a co-parent. Maybe it would get better.

You Can't Teach An Old God New Tricks M

Danny didn’t have a lot to his name. He arrived in Gotham 2 years ago lost and confused. He knew he was a king. He knew he was a halfa, and he knew that he ruled all of the infinite realms. But the harsh realities of Gotham also kept him on his toes as he tries to ignore his past. Nothing from before the age of 14 but electricity down his spine, A sister whom he loved, and an apparent complaint of his newfound lack of Empathy because of it. Danny had avoided the infamous Bats for too long but as the ghosts start to delve into the world once more moaning for the Phantom, and a family edging on being a gang. He finds himself far too close to the vigillante’s and Batman than he really wants to find himself. And as his world collapses in on itself, maybe he needs someone to catch him for once. Someone he never expected.

Tim Drake's I.E.F (Invisible Eldritch Friend) T SERIES

The last thing Danny expected while haunting his new favorite pastime while bored (read: homeless) was to find out his secret identity. It was cool though, and he helped the dude get through the days easier now. He expected even less, though, to be caught rooting around in his fridge by their butler. The last thing Tim expected while getting stalked was to get used to the unseen creature and how they started taking care of him. He expected even less for them to be the same age

Till Death And Beyond T 85,655

Danny and Tim have known each other for a year, have been dating for months, and are very happy. Sure, Tim would prefer if his boyfriend let him help him at least get a nicer apartment, or even an internship at WE but Danny won't let him. Dating Tim is not keeping his head down but as far as everyone knows, Danny Fenton died with his parents and sister. Danny Nightingale has no links to him, thanks to Tucker and Technus' magic. But there are still those who would love nothing more than to get their hands on Phantom, despite his not having been seen in a long time. And why is there a vigilante bleeding out on his apartment floor?

Bones Exposed T 44,774 SERIES

After years of being a halfa, Danny's body starts to gain more symptoms from his death, resulting in his human half slowly dying. In a desperate attempt to live the rest of his life in peace, he becomes a hermit, living isolated in Gotham and only leaving his home when his services are needed at Wayne Enterprises. His life isn't what he expected, but it's his and he's accepted it. That is until Tim Drake gives him a reason to start looking for a way to stop himself from dying all the way. Now Danny is desperate to learn how to deal with his disabilities and stop his body from dying completely. At least he has Tim Drake at his side to help.

This Is Me Trying T 17,337 SERIES

After an argument with Dick, Tim snaps under the pressure and quits the Bats. Thanks to some encouragement from Tam, Tim goes on a road trip in the hopes he can clear his head and figure out what he wants to do with his life now that he's left the Waynes behind. It's not easy, not even close, but somewhere along the way he meets a kindred spirit. And maybe, kinda falls a little in love along the way.

The Price Of Peace T SERIES

The Juistria League - the alliance of the major countries of the continent Juisitria - has long since stood for peace. Unfortunately there is one country that is a thorn in their side whenever they try to solidify that peace: The Infinite Lands, a country of barbarians to the north where the only reason they survive is the magic in the air. Where the magic is so strong that even children develop a talent, which they themselves call "the blessings of the dragons". The country that, last time the Juistria League had tried to negotiate, had waged a war more brutal then anything seen before on them, for over a decade - right until the moment a rebellion caged him. Not long ago, his murderer took the title. And now, that very same newly crowned High Chief demands negotiations of them. Bruce would rather die, would rather see Gotham and all of Juistria in flames than to allow that man to take one of his children. Tim, however, makes another decision before he could say that. Now, everyone has to hope Phantom will be happy with the boy… Meanwhile Danny is just too stunned that they actually agreed to that to do anything about the sudden engagement.

Given Flesh And Form M 6,308 SERIES

When Bruce is stuck in time with no way out, there are faster ways to get results than to chase clues all across the seven continents...and it's not like Tim needs complete body autonomy anyway. So what if he agrees to host a budding baby royal ghost until it can form a new body? That's, like, what, under a year's worth of taking it easy? In exchange for his adoptive Dad's life? No contest. Tim strikes a deal with the King of All Ghosts and doesn't regret it for a second. Meanwhile. Tim's family is certain that something is wrong...but what?

I'll Pay You Ten Times G 5,004 SERIES

Being kidnapped is nothing new. Being kidnapped by a boy more or less his age, with zero recollection of how? That's kind of new. Offering said boy, who looks like a mercenary, money to save him in hopes he doesn't have a moral code? Yeah, that's totally new. But Tim is acing it. He can do this. Now only if this mercenary didn't look so hot while kicking goons' butts, that would've been really nice.

Better Halves (And Other Such Falsehoods) M

Danny's trying to recover all the shards to an entity's chalice so that it'll stop destroying the zone while tensions rise amongst his subjects- and trying to finish high school. Tim's juggling his case load, his work as CEO, and does not have time to be embroiled in a sex scandal right now. If that means he has to pretend to date a very suspicious heir to a rival company, then so be it. It's a mutually beneficial relationship. So what if Tim's becoming a little too intrigued by the illusive, powerful Phantom? So what if Danny can't stand the Justice League for leaving him to deal with all of Amity's problems when he was just 14? That's a superhero thing. And their fake boyfriend has no clue that they're a superhero.

Ghosts Don't Go To High School T

Danny Fenton is having a good day, really. It's his birthday and the ghosts were leaving him alone for once! Then his parents discover his blood is contaminated with ectoplasm and move him halfway across the country to Gotham City! Now Danny needs to keep his secret safe from his parents, help a ghost child find her way home, and try not to get expelled from Gotham Academy. And why does the sight of his physics partner make his heart pound? Must be all the coffee he brings him. Danny needs a nap.

Hi My Name Is Danny What's Your Favorite Dinner Food? T 666 SERIES

Clockwork is prolly laughing his ass off right now, the prick. Alrighty, itemizing time, what does Danny know about his current situation? He is apparently a cartoon here?

The Bakery Is A Front!...Right?: T 13,211

Danny Fenton starts his own business in Gotham. He knows that moving to Gotham is dangerous, but it is the only other place with enough natural ectoplasm to sustain him. His bakery quickly grabs the attention of the locals for its fantastic taste and unknown secret ingredient. Things are fine until Danny starts hiring goons out of jobs and getting street kids to make deliveries. His pastries have a strange effect on people, leading people to assume Danny is pushing a new type of drug, using his bakery as a front for his up-and-coming crime empire. To prove it, Tim and Jason go undercover to find out what he uses and how to put him away.

xOTHER BATFAM

I Was In The Middle Before I Knew What Had Begun G

Danny Fenton is starting a new life with his sister Jazz. Only Jazz isn't the annoying, well meaning big sister that he's known all his life but a five-year-old. Now thrust into the position of caretaker to the one that has always been a caretaker to him, Danny has to push through his pain at losing the one he loved the most while reconciling to his new reality. Now Danny Fenton, uncle to Jazmine Fenton, he's struggling to make ends meet and keep the right to care for the last family member he's got (something that the city of Gotham is far too eager to rip away from him). Cassandra Cain is enjoying her life. She has a cause to rally for, something to devote her whole life to that gives her such purpose that she might as well be alive because if it. She is finally starting to engage in a civilian life as well, setting down some roots in a ballet studio and allowing herself to make some tentative connections with her peers there. When she offers to help out a friend with her ballet class for underprivileged children, Cass is struck by a young man carrying so much grief inside. When she investigates more, Cass discovers this Daniel Fenton is at the mercy of a merciless city because of his meta status.

Harrowing Holidays G 8,553 SERIES

After a few months of dating, Danny invites Jason to Amity Park for Fenton Thanksgiving—both Danny & Jason have convinced themselves, despite all evidence to the contrary, that the other is their normal civilian boyfriend, and don't want to mess things up by revealing their secrets.

Stand By You T 11,867

Dick tumbles through his bedroom window and stumbles to the kitchen. His black and blue suit is stained with blood but the pain from the cut in his side is nothing next to the mental anguish he’s feeling at the moment. All he wants is to get himself patched up and in bed. He had been optimistic this morning that today might turn out okay. Now he doesn’t remember why he’d ever thought that. Upon reaching the kitchen, finds the lights already on and a person dozing at the kitchen bar. His next step ought to have been equally soft as the ones before, barely audible, perfect for stealth. But between the pain and his surprise it came out as more of a thump than a soft pad like cat’s feet. She perks up and turns to face him. He freezes. It’s Jazz. It’s date night.

We Are Infinite As The Universe We Hold Inside NR 8,399

Stephanie Brown finds herself in the awkward position of being pregnant with a god's child and learning this from John Constantine of all people.

Time To Fall In Love NR 6,294 SERIES

A cult uses a ritual designed to summon and bind the Ghost King to their will. What they don't know is that it's actually a ghostly marriage ceremony.

Equilibrium M

There's a new mask on Jason's turf, and this one refuses to leave. Will Jason be able to scare him off, or will they enter into a partnership that can either save them both or drag them screaming into the darkness that hides in both their hearts?

Fuck Around And Find Family M 14,144 SERIES

Danny spends some quality time with the Batfam. And the GIW

A Deal With The Ghost King NR 4,524

When the Ghost King refused their offer of souls in exchange for saving the world, the Justice League had been scrambling to find something he would accept instead. But when the King dissapeared and the world was saved when they weren't looking, Constantine had been in a panic. Someone else had made a deal with the King, offering something worth more than all the souls on Earth. But what? And who had made the deal? Meanwhile, Jason left the meeting. He had a date to plan!

Empty Graves NR

Danny has lost everything. His family, his friends, his haunt. His core is shattered, his powers don't work. He wasn't able to save them, what good is he now? Stuck alone in the limbo between life and death, Danny has nothing left to live for. After a panicked flight that finds him stranded in Gotham, Danny stands atop a tall building and stares down, the tips of his shoes teetering over open air. he closes his eyes and--there's a scream. Fine. He'll try to save one more life. He has to. Or he'll die trying.

Smash Or Pass? T

imagine this, a reporter is asking citizens of Gotham their opinions on the various bats in the city when they stumble across Danny.sleep deprived and looking it, Danny is not paying attention to the reporter at all.

reporter: "What is your opinion of Red Hood?"

danny, who stayed up all night playing smash or pass with sam and tucker, only hearing red hood: "Smash." and then danny keeps walking, unaware that he'd just gone viral with only a single word.

Behind The Fortress Walls T 32,706

Jazz is in love with Dick. He’s kind, considerate, and caring. Far and away the nicest person she’s ever dated. But she’s lying to him. About so, so much. And he’ll hate her once he learns the truth. Assuming he doesn't get tired of her canceling all their dates first. When Danny and Ellie go missing, the latest in a series of ghostly disappearances, she's forced to cancel another date. Going to Elmerton to meet up with Tucker and Sam, she will get Danny and Ellie back from the GIW no matter what it takes. Only...they aren't the only ones breaking in.

#danny phantom #dc #batman #dpxdc #long post #fic rec

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year ago

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Ok, so reader is the daughter of Poseidon and Medusa, she’s going up against her father in ragnarok, he and the other gods didn’t know that she existed. She hates Poseidon and Athena for what they did to her mother and aunts. She has the powers of Medusa. And I think it’d be cute if her and Hercules got along. And if you can implement her saying ‘oh ya my brother is a horse with wings and I was born from my mothers decapitated head’ would be cool. Basically how would the Greek gods react to her?

-You cracked your knuckles, a slight glare in your sharp reptilian eyes, trying to keep yourself calm, not wanting to lose yourself to your rage just yet.

-Kojiro put a friendly hand on your shoulder and your snakes that made up your hair quickly stretched out to pepper him with kisses, making him laugh.

-He could see that you were fidgety, and for good reason, the two of your were partnered up to take on Poseidon and Athena in a doubles battle, and everything was telling you to take revenge for your mother and your aunts.

-Hercules approached from behind the both of you, “Y/N?” you turned, your eyes bright and sparkly, “Big brother!!” he grinned, catching you as you leapt into his arms. He had found you as a child and took you in, raising you after he found out who you were, finding you alongside your biological big brother, Pegasus.

-Hercules was initially hesitant on letting you fight as he and Kojiro could both sense your anger, wanting your revenge, but you were fighting it, trying not to lose yourself to your rage.

-Poseidon and Athena entered first, both looking annoyed at this competition, as it was pointless, as humans were always going to be weaker than gods.

-When Heimdall introduced the two of you, introducing you as the daughter of Poseidon and Medusa, the shock and outrage was very apparent all over the stadium, as none of the gods, save a few like Hercules and the Valkyrie, knew about you.

-Poseidon’s eyes were wide as you glared hard, your snakes flashing their red eyes at the both of them, he had no idea he had a daughter!

-Athena smirked over at you, trying to rile you up, “I had no idea that Medusa had a child.” You folded your arms across your chest, “Yeah, me and my brother were born after she was decapitated, after you raped her, and after you punished her instead of her rapist, the bastard standing next to you.”

-Even though you were his daughter biologically, you had no love for your father, and you didn’t give two shits about him.

-The crowds roared with outrage, many remember the truth with your mother, that Poseidon, a god, raped your mother, a human priestess, and instead of punishing the man who raped her priestess and defiled her temple, Athena punished your mother, turning her into a monster.

-Their embarrassment was very apparent, getting called out by both humans and some gods, angry at their actions. Kojiro was silent, holding onto one of your hands, keeping you grounded, his thumb stroking the back of your hand gently as you continued, “You really expected a human to be able to fight off a god? Why didn’t you help her? And you- why do you and that whore of a brother of yours think that you can take any woman you want just because you’re gods? You ain’t entitled to jack-shit!!”

-Kojiro was fighting off his laughter while Hercules was facepalming, even though he raised you with tons of love and care, you somehow had gotten quite the potty mouth.

-Poseidon grew angry at your insolence, as he demanded respect from you, despite not knowing you, while Athena was red faced, hearing the jeers all around her, many asking her the same thing, wanting to know why she didn’t save your mother instead of letting her get raped and then turning her into a monster.

-Zeus had a rather guilty look on his face, getting called out as well for his past romantic escapades, especially since he was getting called out by his niece that he didn’t even know existed.

-Kojiro went for Poseidon while you charged for Athena, holding one of your mother’s swords and she had to admit you were quite strong.

-She blocked a blow of yours after you managed to knock her down, sparks flying from the clashing of weapons and she looked up and instantly froze, seeing you in tears, your eyes narrowed in a glare, “Why didn’t you save her?!”

-Athena kicked you back, sending you head over heels before leaping to your feet, “You wouldn’t understand!” the two of you became the stars of the battle as you both went on the attack, “What wouldn’t I understand?! You just didn’t want to deal with handling your uncle defiling one of your temples! It was easier to blame and throw out the victim than deal with that fucker!!”

-She glared hard and threw you back again, closer to Poseidon who managed to knock Kojiro down and he charged for you, not to kill you, but to discipline you. You easily spun and delivered the mother of all bitch slaps across his face, feeling your mother and your aunts giving you strength, sending him flying back.

-As the two gods faded away about ten minutes later, Kojiro and you standing victorious, but instead of feeling satisfaction, tears were easily slipping down your cheeks, feeling anguish.

-Poseidon watched you until he disappeared completely, feeling remorse as he had never gotten to know you.

-Kojiro and Hercules held you tightly as you bawled into your partner’s chest, feeling nothing but more rage, it didn’t make you feel better, if anything it made you more upset. Hercules felt guilty as he stroked your cheek gently, dabbing your tears away again, as you spoke, “You were right, I don’t feel better!”

-He pecked your forehead gently, feeling the kisses of your snakes, “I’m sorry Y/N, but I knew you wouldn’t understand if you didn’t realize this yourself.” You nodded softly, sniffling again, closing your eyes as the one good thought came into your mind, that your father and that bitch Athena wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone ever again.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror kojiro sasaki #ror heracles

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thewritingofspencerrose · 1 year ago

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Little Lady Masterlist

Just the Two of Us

This might be my favorite chapter yet... almost entirely because my babies get to finally be a couple <3

age twenty

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang BANG!

"Oh my God," Is all I can manage to groan, pulling the sleeves of my hoodie over my hands and curling in on myself as I move out of the warmth of my bed, just to hear the knocking once more.

"J! Please get the door, I need to grab some headache medication," I grumble, pulling up my hood as I make my way into the hall, Jack's voice meeting my ears.

"Mag's can you come here?"

"But medsss," I groan, still waddling my way to the door. And I wish I hadn't when I see who's there.

Trevor Zegras, standing with a grocery bag and flowers, smiling awkwardly as every minute of last nights conversation comes back to me.

Sure, Trevor and I have flirted for years, but last night I threw any self respect out the window and told him everything.

"I'm going to go grab breakfast with Nico and Dougie," Jack speaks up, grabbing his jacket and hat from the hanger. "When I get back, I want to be completely filled in and to remain not an uncle," He adds, his body out the door before I can even give him hell for his comments.

And then it's just Trevor and I, him still placed sturdy in the entry.

"Um, you can come in Trev," I invite, stepping back to make room for him to enter.

"I- you sounded pretty drunk last night, so when I got off the plane I grabbed some excedrin, gaterade, and some pancake mix," He rambles off, slipping off his snowy boots and gently setting the grocery bag on the counter to his left. "I uh, also got you these."

He's holding out the flowers like I might hit him with them or that he's apologizing, neither of which is necessary.

"I wanted to get you peonies since I know they're your favorite, but it's apparently not the season for it, so I got carnations instead."

"Trevor, you really didn't have to do all of this," Is my whispered response, just now looking up to meet his gorgeous eyes as I take the flowers, hugging them to my chest. "I'm sorry for bothering you last night."

"I flew from California to Jersey to see you and you think you bothered me with a call?" He gawks, having the audacity to laugh.

"I just know I was a lot," Is my reasoning, walking away to put the flowers in a vase in the kitchen. "And I brought up you asking my brothers about me even though that was years ago. I'm just trying to say I'm sorry."

His movements are faster than I'm expecting, his body suddenly not feet from me but instead with his arms on either side of my body.

We've been close before. But never with this look in his eyes.

A look that makes me feel that even though I'm in a hoodie, that I'm not realizing is Trevors from my last visit, and leggings, I'm the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Stop apologizing."

"Z-"

"Margaret Hughes, you are never a lot. You are never a bother," He adds. "You were right last night. I did ask your brothers permission to ask you out. Years ago. You were never meant to over hear what your brothers and I were talking about that night, cause God I could never imagine actually telling you how I felt. I mean, why ruin things?"

"How you felt?" That one word. Felt. Past tense.

His hand comes to the side of my head, cupping my cheek as his thumb rubs over my cheek.

"Feel," He mumbles. "How I feel."

I may need to take my pulse. I'm not sure. I may be dead.

"How do you feel, Trevor?"

Oh my God. Why did I ask that. Do I even want the answer?

"Mags," His voice is soft. Soft like the day he sat with me in the hockey rink for the last time. "I have been in love with you since we were 18. I never said anything because I didn't want to ruin things. I never wanted to risk not having you in my life. Next to your brother and Alex, you're my best friend. I couldn't ruin -"

"You could never ruin us, Trevor," I can't help but interrupt.

"Even by telling you that I'm in love with you?"

He looks so fragile, so anxious. Gone is the ever confident Ducks hotshot and here is a boy who is genuinely worried about what I say next.

"Trevor," I whisper. "I've been in love with you almost since we met. Not once has it not been you."

And then the world around me is blank except for the feeling of his lips on mine and my mine on his, his hands moving from the counter and to the back of my neck, mine linking over his shoulders and pulling him closer.

It starts slow, like we're exploring a new town like we had when he moved to Anaheim or I moved to Jersey. He's so close to me that every minute breath that leaves his nose brushing over my face.

But then it's faster, years full of love being expressed with every time our lips touch, him nipping my lips with his teeth as he pulls away.

And our foreheads touch, just like in every romance novel I've ever read, but none of those could imitate the kind of joy, the kind of love I feel right now.

"Why didn't you tell me you were into me?" Is the first thing he asks, his most charming smile on full display.

"Me?!" I can't help but yell, him jumping back as I lightly shove his chest. "You literally had my brothers approval and said nothing!! For years!"

"Okay, so I should have said something..." He agrees, "But I said something now? That counts right?"

I can't help but nod, pulling him head back down to my lips with a smile. "You have some time to make up for, but yes, that absolutely counts."

"If I saw I love you again do I get extra points?"

We both laugh at this, because we've said those simple words so many times, joking little goodbyes or on nights of drinking to bother my brother.

But now they hold so much more weight.

"You may get a few extra points," I offer with a chuckle.

His lips meet mine once more.

"Maggie Hughes, I love you."

"Trevor Zegras, I love you right back."

#original character #the writing of spencer rose #nhl fanfiction #best friends to lovers trope #hughes sister #trevor zegras x hughes sister #maggie hughes story #trevor zegras x oc

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farasen · 3 months ago

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So... racing AU

Brain rotting brain rotting

Here I'll write a lil concept for dwk racing au, who what which and blah blah blah

I'm not very familiar with all the intricacies of racing and driving technics so it's gonna be pretty surface level. And I don't know jack shit about car models, so you ain't gonna see them there.

Okay then, let me tell you about the characters. They're all amature street racers, aiming to become pros. Also they're aged up so all of them are in their early 20s. They made a team called DWK and challage other street racers and even pros.

Leon. He is known for his agrresive driving style, like putting the pressure on the opponent by driving VERY close to their car (he'd never hit it tho), speeding up and drifting at a high speed. But he's good at it and shows good results at the time trials. Prefers to lead if ''cat and mouse'' kind of race. Good with mechanics, not as good as Raban, but he can take care of his car if needed. Got in a several accidents due to his driving style before, yet he's alive somehow. Probably got a rear wheel drive car, but dreams of all wheel drive.

Marlon. This guy is good on wet roads, somehow driving the car at a high speed on it. Unlike his brother, he doesn't show his whole potential right away and puts more thought into when and where it's better to speed up and overtake. Always achieves high level of concentration and thus can react quickly at critical situations to prevent anything bad happening. Has a rear wheel drive car too.

Vanessa. The guys didn't want to take her on their team for a long time, because:

She is a woman

She used to be a biker

These two factors made dwk very skeptical of her being on the team. If the first one is obviouse, the second is because she didn't really drive cars before she got one, or so they thought. Actually I haven't made up my mind on how she was tought to drive cars. Perhaps, her grandma landed Vanessa her car and that's how she gained some experience. She ended up on the team eventually after winning ''cat and mouse'' race to Leon. Their driving styles are pretty alike as it may seem, she drifts and speeds up at corners, but she's rather defensive in a race. Also, since she was a biker, can handle bikes as well. Drives a rear wheel.

Markus and Jojo. I think it's better to talk about both of them in one paragraph since they usually work together. Jojo doesn't have a car so he drives Markus'. The irony is, even though Markus is the one who owns a car, he usually serves as a navigator, his ability to concentrate and memorize the road is very helpfull. It doesn't mean he isn't driving his car at all, but his speeding and braking techniques lack good execution. Unlike Jojo's. They compensate each other's disadvantages, which makes them a good duo. Nonetheless, they can manage racing on their own, even though it would take more effort. They drive all wheel car.

Deniz. When I said all of them are amatures I kinda lied since Deniz is very close to the title of pro. He's a rally driver and has some experience in official competitions, just like his father. He's known for his outstanding skills at driving off-road and dealing with winding road and sliding through corners. Has a high level of concentration, but maintains it... in a rather weird and maybe even dangerouse way - by holding his breath. If gets carried away it might lead to the opposite outcome - loss of concentration so he's gotta be careful with that. His father wasn't happy with the fact that his son does street racing and wastes his time instead of preparing for actual competitions, but allowed it later. He has a rally car, thus an all wheel drive.

Raban. The only one who has a front wheel drive. Mainly uses grip technique while racing. Kinda sucks at it tho. What he does good is tuning and mechanics. He learned that from Hadschi and sometimes Raban helps him with service. While he may not be a good driver, he's a good navigator. He spots everything that's happening on the road, calculates the time and finds better trajectories to pass the corners faster. Very helpful to Willi with these skills.

Willi. An ex-pro, who got in an accident which prevented him from racing anymore. Now he dedicates his life to making these teens achieve their goals. Usually does all the planning and comes up with strategies.

Hadschi. The mechanic and engineer of the team. Does all the tuning and set ups for the guys. Knows a lot about cars and can give information about weak and strong points of the opponent's car.

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That's all for now. Idk if I ever going to continue working on this AU, it will probably sink into oblivion like the rest of my AU concepts. I'm drawing some concept art, but I haven't finished it. I hope I will. But if not, have a peek, just in case. Might change them later on, but most likely not, I'm lazy.

#die wilden kerle #dwk #dwk animated series #die wilden kerle animated series #art #fanart #sketch #dwk au #long post #dwk vanessa #dwk leon #dwk deniz #dwk marlon #dwk markus #dwk jojo #dwk raban #dwk willi #dwk hadschi

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nycbaby21 · 1 year ago

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Jack Hughes Imagine

Mistletoe kisses w/ Jack

Word count: 2,471

A small shiver runs up my spine when I open my car door. The cold air instantly sends prickles onto my cheeks as get out and make my way up to the porch. The yard is covered in a light dusting of snow and I can hear the neighborhood kids running around enjoying the weather. A smile graces my face when I think about the memories of the Hughes boys, my sister, and I running around throwing snowballs at each other. I carefully climb the stairs going up to the door and reach to turn the knob when it opens for me. Arms are immediately thrown around me and the familiar smell of my best friend’s cologne fills my nose. Sighing and closing my eyes I lean into the hug and squeeze him.

I could feel the muscles he had developed since we last saw each other that he had been bragging about. Opening my eyes and pulling back I see the smiling face of none other than Quinn Hughes. I constantly see the edits and post about how he had a resting bitch face, which always made me laugh because I got to see the smiley happy side of him. He runs his hands up and down my arms in an attempt to warm them up. “I’m so glad you are finally here. I missed you bug,” he laughs ruffling my hair. “Quinn stop,” I groan trying to smooth it back down. “You aren’t picking on my favorite child are you Q,” Ellen asks pushing him out of the way for her hug.

As we hugged she rocked us back and forth and pulled away laughing. “I’m your firstborn,” Quinn pouts thinking he is making an argument. “Yeah but she was my first babygirl,” she smiles and leans over and pinches my cheek. I let out a small giggle and smiled at the woman who had always been a second mother to me. Ellen and my mom met when they were in college and have remained close ever since. Moving in down the street from each other and raising their kids together. Our ages fell perfectly in line with the boys. Quinn was born first, then me, followed by Jack, then my sister, and lastly Lukey.

“Missy you’re here,” the youngest Hughes brother rushes over wrapping me up in his arms. When we were younger Luke was trying to call me sissy but he said missy instead and the nickname stuck. “Hi Lukey,” I smile looking up at the boy who had gotten even taller. He moves to my side wrapping his arm around my waist. “I swear you get taller every time I see you,” I laugh at the height difference between us. “Or you are getting shorter Y/n,” I hear the voice from the middle Hughes coming from behind us. “Haha, really funny Mr. 5’11”,” I joke leaning over to give him a hug. His laugh rattles his chest and I can’t help but smile at the warm feeling it leaves me. Pulling back I am forced back into Luke’s side as my parents, Jim, and sister join the small group we had formed in the corner of the living room.

“Luke stop smothering Y/n,” Jack laughs making fun of the baby of the group. His ears turn pink from embarrassment but his grip on me doesn’t falter. “It’s okay Jacky, I really don’t mind,” I say leaning up and trying my best to ruffle his hair. Sensing my struggle he laughs and leans down some to help me out. The group is filled with laughter at the scene. “Yeah Jacky she doesn’t mind,” Luke sticks his tongue out as his older brother. While the rest of the group continues laughing at me babying Luke like I have our whole lives, Jack doesn’t join in. I look over and send him a smile that returns focusing back on the conversation between Quinn and my dad about fishing.

After catching up with the whole group, we all sat at the table and ate our traditional Christmas dinner, pizza. Our families always got together before Christmas to celebrate and give gifts so we could have actual Christmas day with other relatives and travel. With us having already had traditional foods later on in the week we decided not to burn ourselves out and just get a simple easy meal. “So Y/n mom was telling me all about the guy you have been seeing. When do we finally get to meet him,” Ellen asks while wiping her mouth and all eyes shoot my way. I take a drink of my water,” Actually we aren’t seeing each other anymore. Turns out he was a bigger Hughes fan than a Y/n fan.” A silence falls on the table for different reasons, The boys always felt bad when people tried to use us to get closer to them, my sister obviously knew what it felt like especially with her and Luke together at college, and our parents hated how it made all of us feel.

Quinn being the big brother he was quickly shifted the conversation and I sent him a grateful smile. After finishing the food Jack and I gathered up the dishes and headed to the sink for dishes duty. We drew the short ends of the straw having to clean up after dinner while the other three headed to the living room to help our moms finish the homemade garland filled with popcorn and cranberries.

“How is everyone back in Jersey,” I ask grabbing the plate from his hands and drying it off while placing it with the others. “They’re all good. Nico told me to tell you he expected a visit soon. He literally threatened laps on me if I didn’t,” he laughed at the Swiss man. Shaking my head and joining in I look at him and say,” Well how could I say no to my second favorite devil.” He quickly meets my eyes and I can’t read his face. “Second,” he questions fishing for me to tell him that he is my favorite. “Of course, no one could come above John,” I teased bumping his shoulder as I left him in the kitchen staring off into space.

Joining the rest of the group I take a seat next to Luke leaving the last open one next to me. “Where’s Jack hunny,” my mom asks looking towards the kitchen wondering why he hasn’t come in yet. I shrug my shoulders getting back up and looking for him. We ended up colliding in the doorway that connected the living room to the kitchen. His hands quickly shot out to help stabilize me. Glancing up at him I feel my face flush. There was no denying that Jack was a good-looking guy. I had always had a small crush on him growing up. I couldn’t help but hope one day he would return it. That dream crashed and burned when he tried setting Alex and me up.

I loved Alex, just as much as I loved the brothers who introduced us. But I didn’t really think it was fair to him so we just went out the one time and decided just friends was fine. That was when I realized Jack saw me the exact same way Quinn and Luke did, as a sister. I shoved my feelings down so far that I even forgot about them for a little while. I still couldn’t help the small blush on my cheeks from him holding me this close. “You okay,” he whispered looking me over to make sure I wasn’t hurt. I just nod and stand back up turning to head back to my spot on the couch. I am met with grins and knowing eyes when I face everyone. “Did we miss something,” I look around trying to figure out why they were looking at us like that. Jack shared the same confused look.

“You missed the decorations that Luke and I put up earlier,” my sister smirked leaning over and giving him a fist bump. My eyes dart around looking for whatever the two were talking about. I look over and see Jack’s face turn ten different shades of red. He points up and I feel like I am finally let in on a joke finding the source of the laughter. Taped above us was a small bundle of mistletoe along with some white Christmas lights. My eyes widen and my face soon matches Jack’s scarlet-colored one. “C’mon guys that's just some stupid old tradition that nobody does anymore,” I rush my words out almost tripping over a few of them. “It wasn’t just some stupid tradition when you guys made me kiss that girl from my class last year,” Luke says matter-of-factly. I looked around to see if anyone would side with me but I found Quinn and my sister eating the popcorn they were supposed to be using.

After a couple seconds of nobody saying anything I heaved out a loud sigh, only the two younger ones knew about my crush on Jack and I was already planning on how to get back at them for this. I stood taller on my tiptoes to become at eye level with Jack. He sucked in a breath and his wide eyes scanned all over my face. I placed a hand on each of his cheeks and closed the space between us by connecting our lips. Twelve-year-old was freaking out right now, but to be honest so was twenty-two-year-old me. Kissing Jack sent a fuzzy and warm feeling all the way down to my toes. The kiss only lasted a couple of seconds, and did it even count as a kiss if the other person stood frozen the whole time. Feeling absolutely humiliated I tried to run away from him and head upstairs to escape the embarrassment.

A sudden tug of my wrist has me spinning back into his embrace and before I can even question it, he kisses me. As our lips met for a second time, a tingling sensation ran throughout my body. I felt his hands gently cup my face as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against mine with a gentle urgency. Wrapping my hands around his wrist I tried to lock him into place, I never wanted this moment to end. Suddenly remembering we weren’t the only two people in the room, even if the kiss made us feel this way, we broke apart and looked into each other’s eyes.

“I’ve wanted to do that for years,” he says only loud enough for the two of us to hear. I slip his hand into mine and pull him out on the back porch away from the prying eyes of our families. His blue eyes pull me in like the waves in the ocean. “Jack what do you mean you’ve wanted to do that for years,” I ask hugging myself and trying to fight off the cold wind blowing outside. He rids himself of his sweatshirt and carefully places it over my head letting me do the rest. I didn’t think my face could turn a darker shade of red. “Remember when that jerk blew you off for homecoming that one year? I was so pissed off that he had hurt you, but a part of me also kinda felt relieved. I was so confused so I talked to Trevor and Cole about it and they told me I was jealous,” he let out a nervous laugh at the end of his speech. I couldn’t help but smile at him.

“When I got home from practice that day I went straight home and showered then walked over to your house to ask you to go with me instead. Only when I got there I saw Alex holding you on your porch swing and hear him ask you first. I knew I had no right to be mad at him, he didn’t know how I felt. Hell, I didn’t even know how I felt til like two hours before,” he was out of breath by the time he finished. I shook my head and rolled my eyes at the brown-haired boy in front of me. “You Jack Hughes are an idiot,” I say reaching out to grab his hand. He has the cutest confused expression on his face. “J I had a crush on you since like the age of seven. I just always thought you saw me the same way Quinny and Luke did. That’s the only reason I even went with Alex in the first place. He said you had tried getting him to ask me out before but he was way too nervous to do it. But that you didn’t want to see me upset, that’s why he asked,” I finish my story by looking at his face and seeing the grimace he made.

“Yeah well in my defense I was so stupid I had to have Trevor, Trevor Zegras mind you, explain to me that I was in love with you. How the overprotectiveness I had with you wasn’t a brotherly thing at all. I never realized that the way I love my family was different than the way that I love you.” My eyes started to tear up hearing him admit that he was in love with me. A part of me shut off the idea of ever getting to be with him. “Well, I guess we kinda owe Z one for this anyway,” I say leaning into him and resting my head against his chest. His arms move to wrap around me and give me a gentle squeeze. “Actually I think we may owe everybody one except for us,” he laughs placing two fingers under my chin and moving my head to look at him. He dips down a places a gentle kiss on my nose, then my forehead, and finally my lips.

Walking back inside holding hands gave everyone the answer they so desperately were hoping for. A chorus of “finally” and “about damn time” came from the peanut gallery. Laughing Jack fell back onto the couch pulling me down and into his chest. The two of us sat cuddled up watching our families interact. My sister smacked Luke on the chest when he hit her with the cranberry that was intended for Quinn. There was no better Christmas gift than this, spending the night with all the people that I loved most, in the arms of the boy that I loved most.

#nhl imagine #jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #new jersey devils #quinn hughes #luke hughes #nycbaby21works

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daisyblog · 2 years ago

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Baby

When We Were Young Masterlist Summary: Louis tells YN that he is going to be a Dad.

"I'm gonna be a Dad...she's having my baby"

YN wasn't sure if the words that stumbled out of Louis's mouth were a joke or if this was just extra confirmation that there was no future for them. She knew she was the one who ended their relationship a couple of months ago, but being together for four years she never expected him to move on so quickly, she couldn't even do the math - it was all too much. Sure, she had seen some photos of them together, leaving parties and on nights out, but she wasn't expecting him to have a baby with another woman.

She could feel the lump in her throat rise and the tears threaten to spill, but she fought hard against them and instead smiled brightly at the boy she loved in front of her "I..um..I'm sure you'll be an amazing Dad..congratulations Lou..I wish you both all the best with your little family" the words made her feel queazy, sure she meant them but that did that make it hurt any less? No.

"YN..you don't need to pretend you're not angry at me..in fact, I want you to shout and scream at me telling me how much of an idiot I am" Louis pleaded, rubbing his face in stress.

YN shrugged her shoulders "What's the point in doing that?...It's not going to change anything...you're going to be a Dad and have a family regardless of how I react"

"You..I..uh.." Louis stuttered before he tried again "Me and Briana..we're not together..we never were-"

"Lou..look it's none of my business"

"But you deserve to know...it was just a drunken thing..you know it was never meant to be more than that...we're not gonna be a family...we'll co-parent when the baby is here" Louis explained.

"Sounds like you've got it all planned" YN politely smiled, before she stood from where she sat and made her way towards the door.

"YN..wait" Louis called after her, making her freeze when he spoke the next few words "I love you..you know that"

She wanted to turn around her and run into his arms like a fairytale but it just wasn't the case. So she took a deep breath and turned to face Louis with a sad smile "I'll always love you Lou...but I just don't think we're meant to be any more"

Before Louis had the chance to respond, YN left the room heading towards her dressing room where she could let her tears flow freely. As she opened the door, she was taken back when she saw Harry pacing up and down, almost like he was waiting for her.

"Harry what are you doing..you knew he was going to tell me?" YN asked as she saw his sympathetic smile.

"Thought you could do with a cuddle" Harry spoke, opening his arms for her. That's what YN loved about Harry, he always knew when someone needed a shoulder to cry on. She was so grateful to have another brother.

After YN had cried into arms and had now calmed down slightly "There was so much I wanted to say in there"

"How about you tell me instead..you know so you get it all out" Harry suggested.

"He said she was having his baby..and then rambled on about how they're not together..I told him it's none of my business" YN shook her head as she thought about their conversation "What did he expect..me to magically jump back into his arms..I don't think so...I bet she faked her orgasm" YN said so bluntly, making Harry choke on his breath.

"Fucking e'll YN" Harry laughed.

"Sorry..I shouldn't have said that..I don't want to be mean but Louis a prick"

"Hey..you're just hurt and angry right now...which is understandable...we all say things in the moment"

"Could be a good song you know" YN changed her whole mood.

Harry raised his eyebrows "How?"

"I don't know" YN thought for a moment, before she spoke again "What about something like...She's having my baby..It's none of my business..She's having my baby..It's none of my, it's none of my...It's New York, baby, always jacked up...Holland Tunnel for a nose, it's always backed up...When she's alone, she goes home to a cactus..In a black dress, she's such an actress"

"I like it...maybe it could be one for next album" Harry said with a sarcastic smile.

"Uh..yeah not going to happen..I think it would be pretty obvious" YN laughed, until she thought of an idea "It's all yours though..if you ever want to use it"

"Oh thanks" Harry sarcastically laughed at her suggestion "Not sure what I'm gonna do with a verse about you calling Louis and his baby mama out"

"Just don't forget to put me in the credits" YN joked.

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babiebom · 11 months ago

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HATE THE TIME LORDS WTF

I’m watching the end of time (SPOILERS)

THEY SEEM LIKE SUCH ASSHOLES

Like knowing what we know about the timeless child and everything they’re the WORST

Like sorry to the tenth doctor I would’ve actually shot the time lord president without hesitation the second he said “you are diseased…be it a disease of our own creation” to the master

Like yeah I know he doesn’t kill the master but the whole pointing the gun at him I’m like ABSOLUTELY NOT

Like they actually made me feel bad for him…for BOTH of them. Like what do the time lord council do other than BE ASSHOLES? Given I haven’t seen original who idk what they do there but I DISLIKE THEM SO MUCH actually all they do is use people

I know he’s killed people and been an absolute menace and a monster but like :( they did this to him

Also I think it would’ve been really funny if everyone had his face but their normal bodies. So it’s the masters face and like tiddies if he was a woman or something. Like it’s literally just his face in their bodies instead of turning into him completely. Idk why it would be funnier to me.

Also him giving his life to save wilf makes me CRY like I’ve never seen the specials before bc I could never find where to watch them. Also this whole tantrum he’s throwing is throwing me off like BROTHER he honestly just saved someone and you’re throwing this tantrum IN FRONT OF HIM my feelings would be hurt but at the same time I understand because I too would throw a tantrum if I had to die

But maybe it’s bc I don’t really like hurting peoples feelings that I just would be like DAMN guess I’m gone then bc I wouldn’t like to hurt Wilfs feelings like when he says “you’re unimportant” like I KNOW he is just upset but PLEASE MY FEELINGS SIR.

Also THIS IS HOW IM FINDING OUT THIS IS HOW HE REGENERATES INTO ELEVEN???????????the website I watch these on DOESNT have any of the specials so I’ve had to go searching for them and WOWOWOWOWW

also I hate Martha and Mickey together I preferred her with the Milligan man. Like yes they’re cute together but I would’ve like her to stay with dude MISSGIRLPAYATTENTION nvm

He’s saving people?but in a sad way?

He’s staring at Jack??? Oh he’s hooking him up with someone OH ALONSY ALONSO OH

oh it’s miss nurse from the family of blood. I hate those episodes. WaS sHe hApPy iN tHe EnD? FUCK OFF

CUTE I DIDNT KNOW WE GOT TO SEE DONNA GET MARRIED OMFG

who is Heffery? Is that Donna’s dad? Bc if it is THATS SO CUTE BUT SAD?????THEY HADA WEDDING IN A GRAVEYARD?

oh it’s a church with a graveyard

Kinda poetic but OOF ghosties scare me also SAD BYEBYE FOCTOR

oh god it’s rose again

BUT ITS THE ORIGINAL ROSE I LOVE HER

THIS IS WHERE THE ICONIC GIF COMES FROM??????????

I FORGOT IT WAS 2005 IM LITERALLY 4 WHEN ALL THATS HAPPENING? (The first series I mean)

like it’s weird to think about where you would be in time in the universe during doctor who

Like I would literally be a child in Texas who probably missed EVERYTHING because who would destroy TEXAS? California I get but unless they realize how big Texas is they’d go for like Washington or something

AN OOD?

their faces are icky but they’re also cute? I love them except for when they’re evil <3

I also always read the Police public call Box as “police the box” and idky my brain is like NAUR the LETTERS ARE TOO CLOSE TOGETHER AND SMALLER IT MUST SAY THE???????

Goodbye ten I can’t believe that this is the first time I’m seeing him regenerate. I literally went through the entirety of nuwho and haven’t seen the Specials omfg. OH NAUR HE DOESNT WANNA GO PLS.

Omfg you destroy the tardis every time so rude HELLO ELEVEN MY LOVE HIS VOICE IS SO SQUEAKY I LOVE HIM

#doctor who #tenth doctor #eleventh doctor #dr who #dw #dw shitpost #dw spoilers #dw specials #series 4 #doctor who shitpost #doctor who spoilers #doctor who special #dr who spoilers #dr who special #Dr who shitpost #the master #the master doctor who #simm!master

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angelsanarchy · 1 year ago

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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 04 -> CH 05

"In my defense I thought you were commenting on my weight." "So you went with skinny 9th grade virgin?"

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @thatsthewrongwallcraig @icarus-star @cc-luvr @madamemaximoff06 @shady-the-simp

Jack spent the entire day cleaning. Thankfully he was able to find a company that picked up all the donations and junk he had cleared out of his parents room but he didn't trust anyone to come in and clean. He never realized how much his family didn't need this much space until he had to be responsible for it.

The first time he was able to sit down and relax, it was late and he was surprised he hadn't passed out already. He lit a cigarette and sat on the window sill, letting the smoke flow out of the window as he took in the cool breeze. The sound of shuffling below caught his attention and he locked eyes with Y/n who was taking a night stroll wearing her scrubs.

"Hey Jack, how's your night going?" She asked with a smile.

"It's going about as well as expected when your days consist of gutting your childhood home." Jack mockingly held finger guns to his temple making Y/n laugh.

"Hopefully you've got friends to help you. That's a lot of house for one person to gut." Y/n took a long drag and Jack nodded.

"I'm not very social at the moment...or any moment really. I've been told I'm a particular taste." Jack thought about the last time he tried to go out with Shanda and her girlfriend. He had almost gotten into a bar fight and got two drinks thrown in his face. His personality was a bit abrasive but he couldn't it. His passive aggressive narcissism came across rude to most but to the mores sensitive crowd, he was just a prick.

"I'm pretty sure they have companies who work for assholes." Y/n teased.

"Hey I forgot to congratulate you the other day. You would never guess you had a baby." Y/n's face dropped.

"Excuse me?" She questioned.

"I've never known someone to lose the baby weight before the kids a year old. You look great." Jack didn't typically comment on a woman's appearance, especially to their face but he blamed the exhaustion of the day and him fighting sleep for his lack of self preservation. That and she was a beautiful woman.

"Coming from the guy who looks like a skinny 9th grade virgin." Jack's eyebrows went up. Y/n stood her ground. He was caught off guard by the insult but remembered how Cleo would get when someone commented on her weight when she was pregnant.

"Wow I think I may have fucked up, let me try this again. When I met your mom, she said she had just become a grandma. I assumed-" Jack watched Y/n gasp and cover her mouth.

"Fuck! You thought...I am so sorry. My brother's wife had the baby, not me." Y/n explained making Jack nod his head.

"Okay so then I didn't fuck up as much as you did. That makes me feel better, a little offended but better." Jack pulled a long drag from his cigarette and Y/n raked her hand through her hair embarrassed.

"I really am sorry. In my defense, I thought you were commenting on my weight." Y/n defended .

"So you went with skinny 9th grade virgin?" Jack laughed. No one had really called him anything other than the normal insults. Pretentious prick. Son of a bitch (which he couldn't deny). Fucking asshole. He admittedly lost more weight then he would have liked when he was in treatment. He was trying to find little things that would help get him back into better shape instead of just being skin and bones.

"I was going to go with school shooter but it's been a long day, felt too dark in today's climate." Y/n frowned but Jack took amusement in it. He actually enjoy conversing with her. She had a wit about her that made him want to hear her thoughts on random things.

"I got the same response when my parents were killed in a car crash and kept telling people how my dad was decapitated." Jack gestured to his neck and Y/n nodded.

"It's truly a shame you aren't more social in town. I think these oldies need to be shaken up a little more." Y/n and Jack were probably two of the only people under 40 in the neighborhood.

"I was going to offer my condolences but I admittedly didn't know your parents that well and I'm pretty sure a year post-death seems kind of disingenuous. Your parents seemed like decent people. I always enjoyed the sunflowers my mom would grow for your mom so she had good taste in flowers." Jack was pleasantly surprised that Y/n hadn't tried to console him or offer some fake sympathy for people she clearly didn't know well. She had become a breath of fresh air in this small town full of people acting as though they knew him personally.

"I appreciate your genuine solace." Jack finished his cigarette and considered lighting another but instead just took a deep breath.

"I'm sure the last year of your life has been a real dumpster fire taking over this monstrosity but I guess we're just those kind of children." Y/n pulled something from her pocket and put it to her lips, lighting it and taking a pull.

"Yeah I didn't think I would end up...taking a year off but I guess I needed the mental break from LA anyway. Trying to get this place in order is the current goal so if you're looking for someone else's shit, let me know." Jack caught a whiff of the smoke and his eyebrow cocked. She was clearly wearing scrubs but she was absolutely smoking a joint, which wasn't uncommon for Colorado but possibly taboo among the medical community.

"I feel your pain. When I first moved back I did at least 4 garage sales just to clear out some of my parents bullshit. How can old people have so much shit? Baby boomers completely missed the whole recycling trend." Jack hadn't considered doing a yard sale but his lack of social skills would probably just have him boxing it all up to donate anyway.

"Moving back into this house alone is slowly turning me into a minimalist. I don't know if their generation just thought they were going breed like rabbits or if they were just competing to see who would have the biggest house." Jack felt comfortable having such open conversation with her. He felt like he could actually keep a conversation without someone trying to offer sympathies or checking to see if he was on the verge of another psychotic break.

"It's tough being so young in a retirement community." Y/n joked with a smile. They shared a smile for a brief moment before Jack realized he was staring.

"I guess I will rephrase my previous statement, congratulations on becoming an aunt. That kid is going to have exemplary insults by the time they hit the school yard." Jack smirked earning a smile from Y/n.

"Thank you. I'll be sure to send him your way when he's old enough to start wearing trench coats." Y/n winked like she could go tit for tat with Jack and actually enjoy it. She had a feeling they had a similar sense of humor.

"I should get back. Ace waits by the door if no one takes him to bed." Y/n gestured towards the house and Jack sighed.

"Rub it in." Jack teased, fanning jealousy but truthfully he wouldn't mind that kind of comfort this evening.

"He misses you. It's weird, all he can talk about is the strange habits of the mysterious neighbor. Soon enough, he'll tell me all your secrets so hopefully you've never murdered anyone." Y/n wouldn't realize how that joke hit but Jack chuckled darkly.

"Just my dog." Y/n took it as a joke but Jack was grateful they shared a twisted sense of humor.

"Noted. Have a good night Jack." She gave him one last genuine smile and he gave her a wave.

"Good night." Jack watched her walk all the way to her house, walk up the porch and turn the outside light off. He felt a strange comfort knowing that she was so close by and didn't seem turned off by his dry wit and dark humor. He wouldn't call her a friend but she's a neighbor he doesn't mind having encounters with.

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allthesmutl0vers · 4 months ago

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The Fate Of Us- Chapter Seven

MDNI, 18+

Pairing: Sam/Reader, Dean/Reader, Castiel/Reader, Dean/Castiel and Coming Soon: Dean/Sam, Castiel/Sam

Chapter Seven

Dean

“So yeah, that’s basically everything,” y/n finishes explaining to Cas and Jack. We’re sitting around the living room, full from the breakfast Bobby got.

Cas looks over at me, and I raise an eyebrow and shrug. I didn’t believe it at first, either, so I don’t blame him.

“Wow, so… I became God?” Jack asks, his voice tinged with disbelief and excitement.

“Yeah, you took his powers and became a great God.” She says sweetly, sitting between me and Sam and looking at Jack across the coffee table as he sits next to Cas.

“If Jack is such a good God, then why would we want to change that?” Cas asks her, his tone stiff and wary. He can be an ass when he first meets people, and I feel y/n stiffen beside me.

Sam answers before she can, placing a hand on her knee and leaning forward. “Nobody is saying that’s for sure what’s going to happen; all she’s saying is that God asked her to help him be better,” Sam defends her.

I watch as she looks up at my brother with a small smile on her face. Maybe I should’ve made my move sooner. Maybe then it’d be my hand on her knee and not his.

When I walked into her bedroom, I could feel the energy between them. Her eyes were slightly hooded as her lips grazed his. The sight made a wave of jealousy course through my veins. I want her too, be I guess fair is fair. I can get my fill anytime, and I do. But something inside of me feels like with her, I’d never want another woman again.

You know what? Two can play that game, Sammy.

“I’m just saying, how do we know she’s telling the truth?” Cas asks, leaning his elbows on his knees.

I put my arm over her shoulders on the back of the couch. “Why doesn’t she call him up,” I look down at y/n at my side. “You can do that, can’t you princess?” I wink, watching a blush rise to her cheeks and her expression fluster.

“Oh… Um, I don’t know. I, I haven’t tried,” she says sheepishly. Sam throws me a look over her shoulder, but it’s not jealousy like I was expecting. Instead, he smiles, his eyebrows raising.

I turn my attention back to the girl between us on the couch as she fiddles with her fingers in her lap. I decide to push it a little further, and I brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Why don’t you pray to him?”

Y/n

Pray to God? I guess I should try. What’s going on with Dean, though? He seemed so mad when he came into my bedroom, essentially walking in on me and Sam. And now, he is being so touchy. The air feels thick between us, and I can’t bear to face Sam, scared that he will be mad now.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, sending out a silent prayer.

Chuck?

I’m not sure if I’m doing this right, and I’m not sure if you’re watching what’s happening, but… Can you come? I mean, Castiel is on the fence about trusting me. I want to help you be a better God.

I need you to answer and come here to prove I’m telling the truth.

You wanted to show me you could be a better God. Here’s an opportunity.

I’m not really sure how to end this prayer, but I guess amen?

Yeah, that sounds good.

Amen.

“The ‘amen’ was a little unnecessary, but good job, y/n,” Chuck says, appearing suddenly at the end of the couch.

“Holy shit,” Dean breathes next to me,

“You weren’t kidding. It really is Chuck,” Sam says, looking at me.

Castiel stands and faces Chuck. “Father,” he says flatly.

Chuck laughs and pats Castiel on the shoulder. “Chuck is fine, Castiel. I haven’t been a very good father,” he turns to Jack, and Castiel instantly stands in front of him. Chuck seems to understand his protectiveness and takes a step back. “It’s nice to meet you, Jack. You look very much like your mother.” Chuck smiles.

“You know my mom?” Jack asks, his voice laced with innocence.

Chuck smiles and nods. “I do, and I want you to know she is very happy in her heaven. She told me you were the best thing she ever did,” Chuck says softly.

I watch as Jack seems to choke back a tear. “Thank you,” he responds softly.

Chuck nods once and turns back to the rest of us, his gaze landing on me. “You prayed?” Chuck asks.

I nod. “Yes, Castiel is struggling to believe that you brought me here with good intentions,” I briefly explain, trying not to throw Castiel completely under the bus.

Chuck smiles and moves to speak to us all at once. “It’s true. I did bring y/n here. Although you don’t remember, I wasn’t a good God the last time around, which ultimately led me to my death. Fully deserved,” Chuck raises his hands. “But I want to be better. I want to follow the path that Jack chose as God instead.”

“And what was that path exactly?” Sam asks as his hand still rests on my knee.

“Free will,” Chuck says plainly. “I want you all to have the freedom to make your own choices, your own mistakes. No more meddling from me.”

“Right. And you’re just doing this out of what? Compassion? Because it doesn’t seem like you’ve had that a lot in the past. We’ve lost people, Chuck. Good people. People who didn’t deserve to die. And it seems like you just snuffed them out,” Dean says with a tinge of anger in his voice.

Chuck nods once. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right, Dean. I did end the lives of those you hold close. But I want to make it right,” Chuck says sincerely.

“Yeah? Then bring them back. Bring them all back,” Dean says, his hand clenching the couch behind me as I feel his anger rising.

I don’t know how else to help at that moment, so I do what I feel is right. I place my hand gently on Dean’s thigh just above his knee. I look at Sam, hoping he won’t be angry, and to my surprise, he isn’t. Instead, he nods his head once and gives me a soft smile, which I return before turning back to Dean.

“I wish I could, Dean, I really do. But I can’t bring back everyone. But what I can do, is I can bring back three. Three people,” Chuck holds up three fingers on his hand. “You don’t have to decide right now. Take your time and think about it. Pray, and I promise I will answer.”

“Thought you said you were done meddling,” Castiel says from the side.

Chuck sighs and turns to face Castiel who is back sitting down next to Jack. “I think after everything you all have been through, a few exceptions are allowed. Castiel, I understand that you feel abandoned, but I swear to you that I only have good intentions this time around,” Chuck motions to Jack. “You know as well as I do how Nephilim are perceived. But I will never do anything to harm Jack, and I won’t allow the other angels to either. As a matter of fact, I am going back to heaven. Things are a mess up there, and it’s about time I stepped back in and got everyone back on track.”

Seemingly pleased with Chuck’s explanation, Castiel nods. “My orders?”

Chuck smiles. “Take care of Jack, protect the ones you love, and be happy. You’re a good soldier, Castiel, my angel of Thursday. You do that, and your work is complete.”

Bobby clears his throat from behind his desk, finally speaking after sitting there in silence since we all came in here. “I have a question.” He says, rising from his seat.

“Of course Robert, what is it?” Chuck asks with a smile.

Bobby takes a deep breath. “Is y/n my daughter?” He asks, leaving the rest of us silent.

I bite the inside of my cheek as Sam grips my knee tighter, and Dean’s arm around my shoulder holds me tighter.

After what feels like hours, Chuck finally speaks. “Technically, she is your flesh and blood. But no, she is not your daughter.”

I feel my shoulders and chest deflate as I watch Bobby have the same reaction. His face falling breaks my heart.

“But,” Chuck speaks again. “A wise man once said that family doesn’t end in blood, and it doesn’t start there either,” Chuck moves to Bobby’s side and places a hand on his shoulder. “Whether she is or isn’t your daughter is something for the two of you to define.”

Bobby nods and looks at me. I give him a smile, which he returns softly.

Chuck moves back to the center of the room. “Any other questions for now?” Chuck asks us all. Everyone looks at each other for a moment before we face him again and shake our heads no. “Alright then, I’ll be heading out. If you need me, just send a prayer.” Chuck says with a smile before saluting with a smile and disappearing in a cloud of shimmery white vapor that vanishes behind him just a moment later.

Nobody really knows what to say at first. It’s as if reality hasn’t really quite set in yet. The minutes seem to tick by before Castiel is the first one to finally speak.

“I apologize, y/n,” he says, looking up at me from his seat across from me.

I faintly smile, trying to ease the tension. His crystal blue eyes feel as if they bore into mine, waiting for me to accept his apology. “It’s okay,” I respond softly. I understand why he didn’t trust me at first, even if it hurt. Dean was the same way when I first met him, and now… I don’t even know what his feelings are.

I look sideways at Dean, scrolling through his phone. His arm still draped behind me on the couch. Is this him flirting? Is he just being friendly? Or something else entirely?

Sam and I almost kissed. Maybe it would’ve even gone further if Dean hadn’t walked in. Did I want it to go further? Of course I did; I still do. But now I feel tugged toward Dean, too. It’s too much. I need some air.

Excusing myself, I walk out the front door. I glimpse at the wooden rocking chairs and small wooden table on the porch where Sam and I have made a routine of sitting at in the mornings.

Not wanting to delve into the memories, I keep walking. The garage on the right side of the property seems as good a place as any to seek some solitude. The metal hinges creak as I push open the door. The scent of dust and motor oil seeps into my nose. From what Bobby told me, this place hasn’t really been used since the salvage yard was bustling with business. Back before his wife died, when he started to hunt.

Was his wife my mom? Chuck said I was his flesh and blood, but he didn’t say anything about his wife. Should I even ask?

No, probably not. Bobby doesn’t talk about her, and if I’ve learned one thing in my twenty-three years of life, it’s if someone doesn’t tell, don’t ask.

In the back corner, I find a table with tools that have not been used in years. The thin layer of rust under the thicker layer of dust proves that.

Picking up a wrench, I examine it. I wipe the layer of dust off with my thumb, not thinking. Not wanting to think. Part of me wishes to just go back to my world where I’m safe and alone in my one-story cottage-style home. Alone with my things, my books, my novels that don’t sell very well. Alone with a father who essentially disowned me for wanting to be my own person.

I know that millions of fans would kill to be in my shoes right now. Just happy to be in the world they found solace in when ours got too overwhelming. But that’s exactly how I feel right now. Overwhelmed. Different.

I can’t say that I don’t feel welcome because I do. So why can’t I just be happy? Why can’t I just be grateful?

“Are you okay?”

I jump. I didn’t hear anyone else come inside. I turn around, still holding the wrench in my fingers. It’s Jack. The light peaking through the cracks of the wooden walls illuminates his features as he steps closer, carefully, as if I’m a wounded animal backed into a corner. Ready to strike.

Maybe I am a wounded animal. Maybe I’m broken.

“I’m fine, Jack,” I lie, hoping he will just leave me alone.

Jack takes another step closer. “You’re not broken, y/n,” he says calmly. “And you’re not a wounded animal.”

How did he know that’s what I’m thinking? I shake my head, looking down at the wrench in my fingers. “How do you know?” I ask, unable to stop the words as they come out.

Jack sighs softly. “Because what you’re feeling right now is exactly how I felt when I was born. Lost, like you don’t belong,” he says, his voice tinged with a bit of hurt. “We’ve all felt that way at one point or another. But you do belong here.”

My eyes singe with the threat of tears that want to fall. I blink them back, clearing my throat to get rid of the lump that formed there. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” I say softly, still looking at the wrench, not wanting to meet his eyes.

“What do you mean?” Jack asks, moving to stand in front of me.

I take a breath, trying to collect myself. I finally meet his golden eyes. “I know I’m here to help Chuck be better, but I don’t know how to do that. He didn’t give me any instructions. I don’t know why I’m still here,” I look around the garage. “If he wanted me in this world, he could’ve dropped me anywhere. But he took me here.”

Jack seems to think over my words for a moment before he finally speaks. “Maybe he brought you here, to us, because he knows how much you could help. Here.” He says, taking the wrench from my grasp.

I can’t help the scoff that escapes my throat. “They don’t need my help.”

Jack raises an eyebrow, shakes his head, and laughs softly. “You think so?” He asks, looking into my eyes. When I don’t respond, he continues. “Because I haven’t seen, or heard, Dean be this happy, ever. I’ve never seen Sam connect with someone the way he does with you,” his voice falters for a moment. “I’ve never seen Cas look at someone the way he does with you.”

I’m lost for words. How does he notice these things? How did I miss them?

Without asking, Jack pulls me into his arms. He hugs me tenderly, rubbing his hand between my shoulder blades. “You belong here, y/n. Even if you can’t see it yet.”

His voice is gentle and calm, and his touch is loving and platonic. Jack doesn’t expect me to react. He just does what he feels is right. Like a friend you’ve known since childhood, you feel the kind of love that isn’t romantic in any way but just as strong.

And that is something worth fighting for.

Part Eight

#spn spicy fanfic #spnfandom #lemon #sam/dean #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester #sam and dean #sam winchester #samdean #castiel #destiel #team free will

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acertainmoshke · 9 months ago

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I’m ~back~ (With Cold Iron updates!)

Thing 1: gender

So I’ve been avoiding having Shaka referred to with pronouns in book, except when people keep being confused about their gender and their general attitude is like “Bitch me too.” But I used they on the back blurb because that WILL be their pronoun. Only there was no way they would come to that conclusion in the 50’s.

Except that this is a fantasy. So now there’s a nonbinary Fae they meet while rescuing various stolen children. This isn’t an ally, no Fae is, but they’re more friendly than most and are like “did you mistake me for a woman? I am a high Fae. I am everyone and no one. I am all of nature and none of humanity. What use have I for petty human categories? You may call me they.”

And Shaka, concussed and exhausted and frustrated is like, “WAIT YOU CAN DO THAT??”

Thing 2: Jack

Did I mention Jack? I don’t think I did. So, the taken children include Cassie, who would have had Shaka’s life and is stuck at 10 as kind of a pretty toy to show off; Zuri, who would have had Kris’ life and is stuck at 14 as the daughter and main companion of an isolationist Fae; and Jack. Jack was Maggie’s brother. She grew up alongside the changeling left in his place, but that brother died in his teens and she sought out the original. He is stuck at 4…

…except he’s not, because I decided to make it more interesting. He is 4 at the time they met him instead of the 17 or so he should me. But he was taken by a particularly powerful Fae who decided to both show off and raise him as a child, before dying unexpectedly and leaving him to their successor.

Jack ages at a Fae rate even more than Shaka and Kris, but still with a human life span. So, they don’t know the math yet in this book but:

Kris ages one year for every 3 he lives (starting at 15). In 1956, at 40, he is physically and mentally 23. In 2024, at 108, he is still 46.

Shaka agrees one year for every 5 they live (also starting at 15). In 1956, at 40, they remain 20. In 2024, at 108, they are still 33.

But Jack. Poor little Jack. He not only ages one year for every 10 he lives but he started this situation at 3 instead of 15 like a changeling would. In 1956, at 17, he is 4. In 2024, at 85, he is all of 11. They have to find him new foster families every 15-20 years.

Also Cassie, forever 10, threw an absolute fit when Jack finally got older than her.

Tag list: @stesierra

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sweetcocopowder · 2 years ago

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Warming Up

「Synopsis 」 : Dean is left out in the cold and has no one but an angel to keep him warm.

「Word count」 : 912

-> Genre: Supernatural fluff

Paring: Dean Winchester / Castiel

It’s freezing outside and all Dean bought along with him was his jacket. He didn’t expect to be out here this long. Snow falls from the sky and for some reason he’s stuck out here waiting for Sam to return with Baby. He knew it was a bad idea letting Sam take his car. Somehow, he had wormed his way into the driver seat and driven off to drop a woman off at her home after they finished their job. Dean was busy cleaning things up so that’s why Sam wanted to take her back before it got too late. But Dean has finished at the abandoned warehouse, and it’s been two hours. Sam best not be getting laid.

Dean calls his brother’s phone for the tenth time and like the other nine times, it goes to voice mail after a couple of rings. He curses out loud and sits down on a patch of concrete. Only a single, dim streetlight lights up outside of the warehouse and it does jack shit. He looks at his phone again and hovers over Sam’s name, before scrolling up to Castiel’s contact.

He’s freezing his ass off out here. But he doesn’t want to walk off in case Sam comes back with his car. So, he calls Cas and lets it ring. On the third dial, the angel picks up.

“Hello?”

“Cas!” Dean says a little too eager. “Where are you right now?”

“Back at the bunker. Why?” Cas asks, a little worry settling in his gruff voice.

Dean loses what he was going to say, but “I’m stuck,” is all he’s able to manage out.

Castiel hangs up and Dean is left staring at his phone in utter shock. A rustle of feathers has Dean twisting around where he sits to see that the angel has come to him instead. He doesn’t look to be effect by the cold as Dean is and it only reminds the hunter how harsh it is out here. He pulls his jacket closer around him, seeing if it will help. But it doesn’t.

“Where’s the car?” Cas asks as he looks out.

“Sam has her, was meant to be back awhile ago,” Dean says as his teeth start chattering together.

Castiel walks over to Dean, noticing his shivers and sits down next to him. Dean can feel how warm the angel is, he’s like a goddamn heater of some sorts.

“Can I touch you?” Castiel asks softly.

Every time Cas asks him for consent, it takes Dean by surprise. He thought after the first few times Cas would stop asking, but he hasn’t. Dean nods as he holds onto his jacket tighter. Cas scoots closer and wraps an arm and half of his trench coat around Dean so the heat keeps trapped. Dean keeps seated firm where he is even though the warmth is nice.

“Where is Sam?” Cas asks.

“He’s dropping a woman off at her house. Left me to clean up,” he explains.

“How long ago was that?”

“Two hours ago,” Dean shivers.

Cas holds on him tighter, squeezing his arm. The comfort has Dean leaning into the angel a little bit more.

“You should’ve called me earlier,” the angel argues.

“I’m fine, Cas,” Dean snips back but he finds himself curling further into the angel’s side as a breeze washes over them. “Why are you so fucking warm!?”

“My true form is large and generates a large amount of energy,” Cas answers literally.

Dean only hums at that with his head buried into Castiel’s shirt. He’s so warm that he doesn’t care if Sam comes right now and sees him like this. The physical touch brings such a comfort to Dean he hasn’t felt in ages. A little touch starved? Maybe. Just a little.

Cas brings his other arm around Dean to hold him in place and the hunter completely relaxes. His head is buried under the angel’s arm and it’s warm under here. Dean gives up on his tough act and wraps his arms around Cas’s torso. They stay like this for another half an hour even though Dean’s back started hurting at the angle in the first ten minutes, he didn’t want to move.

Castiel doesn’t mind at all, he’s content. He wishes they could have more moments like this. But, unfortunately all good things come to an end as headlights can be seen cutting through the trees. The engine of the Impala can be heard and Dean is quick to shoot up. The cold hits him painfully in the face and he wishes he could go back to where it’s warm. Back at the bunker.

Sam drives the Impala up to where Dean and Castiel are sitting. He hops out of the car all smug and it only frustrates Dean.

“Where were you!?” Dean asks gruffly as his brother hops out of the car.

“I was dropping Christie off,” Sam argues back.

“Over two hours!?”

Sam shrugs as Dean comes around the drive side of the car. “You’re riding in back, Cas called shotgun,” the older points out as he gets into the driver seat with a frown.

Even though Cas didn’t utter a word of such, Sam doesn’t need to know and Castiel doesn’t say a word to object it.

“What!?” Sam splutters out.

“Driver’s rules, Sammy,” Dean calls.

The younger brother looks to Cas for help, but the angel only shrugs as he hops into the passenger side. Driver’s rules.

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kzjwe · 2 years ago

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hiiii can i request a dabi x RoR jack the ripper!fem!reader were the entire country of japan was invited to ragnarok

thats all i have pls bare with me i really want this

SURE SWEETIE 🤍

MHA × RoR / Dabi× Jack the ripper!f!reader

Warning: i don't really know how to define this :), serial killers, dabi being dabi, blood.

He had no idea how he got there or why he was there, and even more he just couldn't understand how a girl without quirks could be so agile; Yet she managed to hold her own against one deity: Hercules. If he was to be honest Dabi had never heard of him, but from what he understood he was a god from some European country. The weirdo had announced him as The Man Who Became God...he called it good.

the girl instead had been defined as the personification of evil. however, the girl's name was not new to him. The ripper was one of the most famous and well-known serial killers who lived centuries before him. Dabi couldn't do anything but observe fascinated the agility with which the young woman used the sharp blades. She had cut off his arm as easily as cutting butter.

At that moment an excited verse rang out, and when Davi looked up at the crowd behind him he immediately noticed Himiko's blond hair. His gaze passes over the entire crowd identifying several familiar faces including that of his brother Natsuo. The voice of "The ripper" brought his attention back to one of the many screens.

<<even a stone can become powerful enough to destroy a wall>> the girl smiled. She could clearly feel her blood coursing through her veins as her adrenaline did nothing but make her smile as she watched her naïve divinity in front of her. “And a clock face can be made into a weapon to kill a God,” she continued.

Dabi found himself smiling as he listened to the girl's words. She had done nothing but pretend, she had fooled them all.

his pale eyes glittered in fascination with the girl's grace. And when everything seemed to be over Hercules gets up and that light in Dabi's eyes went out.

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she couldn't believe it. Hercules' words continued to reverberate in her head and for the first time a new feeling made room in her. She wanted to see those colors again, so beautiful and bright that the divinity had shown her, she wanted to see the colors of love again.

The sound of heavy footsteps made her look up.The young woman looks confused at the dark-haired man in front of her.He wasn't like the men she'd seen all her life: He wasn't wearing a shirt or a Hat Not even a jacket or cape.But the thing that intrigued her the most was the boy's skin, partly burned and attached to the healthy skin by pieces of what seemed to her to be iron.

Dabi found the girl's appearance almost funny, her light hair was now without a hat and her thoughtful face clearly visible, she no longer had a cloak, but only the white shirt from which the bandages were visible.the skirt however was stained. the girl looked at him the way one looks at ghosts and this made him turn up his nose. He dabi he hated when people looked at him like that: like he was out of place.yet in the young woman's gaze there was no disgust but confusion, so he decided to speak.

<<you fought well>>He said it with a strange accent that made her smile. Those had been the boy's only words <<Thank you my lord>> she had whispered while the unreal-looking boy walked away whit a grinn.

The boy put his hands in his pockets and continuing to walk he said a name to her: Dabi. She had no idea what that meant, but something inside her desperately wanted to know.<<Wait my lord>> she exclaimed.

And then she saw them again, those colors were decidedly less shiny than Hercules' ones, and the girl decided that she would make them shine.

She got up quickly passing her hands on her skirt still covered in blood before following the mysterious boy.

#dabi imagine #dabi x you #jack the ripper #ror #ror2 #ror jack the ripper #mha x reader

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scoobydoodean · 2 years ago

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I didn't have much interest in the prequel because John and Mary aren't caracteres that I like very much they are badass as hunters but terrible parents ( Jody and Bobby became better parents to the boys). But now I want to start to watch it, because Dean ending was bad and boring, for the members of Team free will only Sam got a decent ending, Dean die young just to writers reaffirm his suicidal tendencies what is a example for fans that dangerous mental health trigger because just show that people with suicidal tendencies can't change mind and choose another will to live. Cas the angel who start the show as a stone cold soldier and turn into someone who understands emotions and even become a father, show his true happiness only to be sucked by the empty and get a name mention in the finale just : hey guys so remember cas? Jack saved him, were is he? Just forgot to tell his family that he is back. And Jack who only is a 3 years old, naive to everything and a being who just wanted to have a family and be accepted becomes the new boss and said: bye boys I won't do shit to you guys anymore, see ya chumps

Jensen really talk to his wife lady and said honey let's get our money power to turn this fanfiction rewrite into a real thing let call the old homies except Jared because if Sam is so happy there so let's just keep him there

Yeah I didn't have any interest in watching it either originally.

I never thought Jackles was going to glorify John and Mary as parents, which I did see a lot of people suggest, but the premise of a show about them didn't appeal to me much. I figured it would house some sort of backdoor escape for Dean because it's obvious Jensen didn't like the finale and had hinted many times about not seeing Dean as dead and bringing him back, but I just intended on following along through the grapevine instead of watching it. However, I kept stumbling upon bronlies (who are, in actuality, very very hardcore Sam stans and J1s who only consider Dean (and often JA) an accessory or a little pet for Sam (JP)). They were being really gross about Dean and how Supernatural is only about Sam, and Dean is just his little pogchamp emote and basically all but saying Jensen isn't allowed to make a show with Dean in it absent Sam because Dean isn't important and only exists to glorify Sam, etc. I got irritated, so I started a countdown 1, 2, 3 and third next post I saw from them being vile little gremlins meant I started watching The Winchesters lol. Then some of the finale spite started coming through and I was invested in figuring out exactly what JA wanted to say with all of it, regardless of whether I'd end up agreeing with him or not.

If you aren't sure if you want to commit to the whole thing or not (not that it's really all that much TV to get through), if your interest is finale spite related, I'd recommend you watch the 9th and 12th episodes.

I actually disagree that Sam got a decent ending in the SPN finale. Of course Dean and other characters got worse endings than Sam did, but the ultimate narrative about Sam painted by the SPN finale is that he is a failure or is deeply, deeply selfish. He was also hamfistedly shoved into a life that he was not interested in anymore, and treated as if that was actually what he wanted all along and Dean had to die for him to get it. (Bronlies don't understand the show, etc). His love interest is replaced with a blurry woman, and his house is devoid of photos of the living except his son who is named after his dead brother. Also that wig was fucking embarrassing as fuck.

I agree about Cas and Jack. I would add about Cas that the finale spit in the face of his sacrifice (and the lack of reunion, even as someone who was never invested in destiel, is absolutely unforgivable to me). I would add about Jack that him ending up as god is extremely disturbing because he and Dean mirrored each other within the trauma of being forced to grow up too fast just to be what other people needed them to be/to survive. To end the show with a three year old who already felt he had to be born as an adult in order to survive, taking on the responsibility of becoming god (and also subsuming and erasing another Dean mirror, Amara, in the process) is repulsive to me.

#spnwin #the winchesters spoilers #mail #spn finale poo poo

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Le Joyau le plus precieux

A Lucky Luke Modern!AU fanfiction

Chapter IV - The encounter

Joe needed to sit down: -You...- -Sorry it took me so long, but finding your phone number took longer than expected. How are you?- -Are you kidding me?- Dalton hissed, under his breath. -What do you mean?- - "How are you" is a question you ask a friend. We are not friends.- -It's called politeness, and I don't think it's dead yet.- He didn't sound annoyed, but amused. -Let's forget how you got my number. Why are you calling me at this hour?- -Because I'm in your neighbourhood and I need to talk to you.- The detective's heart stopped. He went back to the window, and indeed there was someone in the street, a lanky figure wrapped in a dark coat. -You are really unbelievable! That's called stalking!- He couldn't see his face. -If you put it like that, I'll make you a proposition: I know when you're not on duty at the department. Let's meet tomorrow at Parc Monceau, just you and me, and you'll get your answers.- -Answers?- He stuck his face to the glass. -Come on, Joe. You're curious, I've known it for a long time. It is precisely this curiosity that convinced me to choose you. Look at you: you want to discover my identity even now.- -Choose me? To do what?- -To make me stop stealing for good.- -...You want me to arrest you? Because there's no need to wait until tomorrow. I'll come down and we'll call it a day.- Lucky chuckled: -If I wanted you to put me in handcuffs, we wouldn't be talking now. Before you get the wrong idea, I want to tell you one last thing: there is more behind this whole thing, and I can guarantee you that if you decide to follow me it will be risky for both of us. I'll know you want to go through with it if you show up, otherwise it will mean I'm wrong and everything will go back to the way it was, with the two of us playing cops and robbers.- Joe did not reply. He weighed the other man's words, and boy was he right, he was curious. Not knowing irritate him terribly. Joe bit his lip: -Shall we say eleven o'clock in the morning?- Lucky Luke threw down. Evidently that was all he needed. The figure in the street moved away, and Dalton let himself slide back in his chair, feeling like he was making a mistake the size of a house. He heard his younger brother snoring, and the temptation to wake everyone up, tell them what had happened starting from Versailles and make a plan was very strong. Instead, remembering the phrase “it might be risky”, he simply exhaled and went to sleep. Which he didn't immediately succeed in doing, as tomorrow he would meet again and at close quarters the man he would very willingly handcuff. "I wonder what he meant by that “wrong thinking”..." A not-so-decent image surfaced in the detective's mind linking the words "Lucky Luke + handcuffed", he didn't even know how it came to him, and turning tomato-coloured he shoved his face into the pillow punching the mattress, "Now I hate him!!!"

Seeing his older brother all dressed up, Jack, disgorging a piece of toast with jam, asked: -Hey, Joe, how come you're so fancy?- -Uh... I have a date. Sort of.- -Ooh, who's the lucky lady?- William stepped in. -It's not a woman.- Averell held his breath, his cheeks full of croissant: -Joe has a new friend!- -You're out of the way, it's a business matter.- A disappointed exclamation came in chorus from the brothers. Jack continued:

-Come on, Joe, sooner or later you'll have to find someone; we always thought you'd be the first to meet the right person!- -It was Averell instead- the twin pronounced, -you should think less about work.- -Yes, of course.- The elder threw down the rest of his coffee and said goodbye. The three, however, continued to discuss it among themselves: -I don't buy the work-date story.- -Yeah. Besides, we've seen him, he's been distracted lately and Lucky Luke doesn't interest him as much as he used to.- Downing his mouthful of milk, Averell smiled dreamily: -Who knows, maybe he's fallen in love and doesn't want to tell us yet! Joe is sensitive after all! - The twins looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

Parc Monceau is the ideal place to spend time in the open air, perhaps for a romantic stroll. Inside you will find not only marble statues of famous writers and musicians, such as Chopin and Guy de Maupassant, but also works of great value: a Venetian-style bridge, the colonnade of the Naumachia, even a pyramid to scale! All presented to the public in an elegant, harmonious and truly unique way. Right in front of the colonnade, half an hour before the scheduled meeting time, stood Joe Dalton. He beguiled the wait by occasionally throwing pebbles into the pool of water enclosed between the columns, making its surface ripple. A few couples walked past him, joined hand in hand or arm in arm.

Joe looked for a bench to sit on, but soon gave up because they were all occupied by students with their noses in their books and old people. So he headed towards the bridge, and leaning his back against the parapet he began to wonder if it was a good idea to show up alone: even though it was a public park, there were plenty of places to ambush or lurk. He turned to look at the canal flowing below. And who knows by what strange connection of ideas he remembered that evening in Versailles, when Lucky Luke said he had to escape like the White Rabbit. If that was the thief's role, was he Alice running after him? He snickered: the blue dress would not suit him! Suddenly he felt himself being grabbed from behind, and someone plugged his mouth with a handkerchief. Dalton struggled, but the piece of cloth was soaked in chloroform, and he was stunned in no time.

Everything turned black.

-You went heavy on that stuff. And why did you tie him up?- -Believe me, it's just for our safety. I don't know how he'll react when he wakes up.- A female and a male voice was the first thing Joe heard as he recovered. Slowly he opened his eyes, and focused on the figure of a woman in a blue dressing gown with long black hair. -Where... am I...?- he mumbled, regaining contact with the rest of his senses. He thus discovered that he was tied to a chair. The woman turned around: she couldn't have been more than twenty-five years old; her facial features were reminiscent of an American Indian, but she had mulatto skin and large eyes, black as night; moreover, she was very beautiful and voluptuous indeed: -Good morning Detective!- she exclaimed with a smile. -Who... what...- -Calm down, this is not kidnapping; it's just that my cousin has his own methods!- -Cousin? Methods?- -Wow, he really went hard...- -Forget it, Cheyenne, you're just confusing him.-

The male voice from just before belonged to a man whom Joe spotted tinkering at the table in the room, standing with his back to him, but that slim figure dressed in black was unmistakable. It was enough for the detective to recover from the sedative slumber: -Lucky Luke!- He turned around, and finally Dalton saw his face: younger than he had expected, he had a thin and somewhat elongated face, a fairly prominent nose and dark eyes. His black hair was carried forward in a combed topknot with a downward kink, and which seemed not to respect the laws of physics, since it stood up on its own.

-So, Joe?- the thief asked. -So what?- -Am I like you imagined, or completely different?- Dalton looked closer, only to tease him with an ironic: -I thought you had a beard.- Cheyenne chuckled: -I like this guy already, Lucky!- -Good to know.- -I gotta run, they're waiting for me in the dressing room; bye-bye!- She left the room, fluttering his dressing gown. -Dressing room?- Joe was growing confused about his place of imprisonment. -I'll explain that too. So...- Luke leaned on the table with his hands, still looking at the other: -You decided to came. And early, too.- -The metro was on time. Anyway, I didn't expect to be kidnapped. That's a fall from grace, Lucky Luke.- -I wanted to talk to you unmasked, but I needed a safe place to do it. And as for the rest, don't worry, I'll set you free. But first you're gonna have to listen to me. Because at this point I'm sure I was right to turn to you.- -You said you wanted to reveal everything to me.- -I do. I am sure you will understand and help me.- -To do what? Stop stealing? You already hinted that.- -... To save my brother.-

#lucky luke #joyau #joe dalton #modern au #fanfiction

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Edit: I added some new links for this post since a lot of them are outdated!

David Bowie and Tina Turner Pepsi Commercial

Beatles Big Night Out 1963

Beatles Big Night Out 1964

Mick Jagger and John Lennon backstage at Rock And Roll Circus

Yer Blues - The Dirty Mac live at The Rolling Stones Rock and Roll Circus

Sympathy For The Devil live at The Rolling Stones rock and roll circus

You Can’t Always Get What You Want live at The Rolling Stones rock and roll circus

Jumpin‘ Jack Flash live at the Rolling Stones rock and roll circus

No Expectations live at The Rolling Stones rock and roll circus

Parachute Woman live at The Rolling Stones rock and roll circus

Salt Of The Earth live at The Rolling Stones rock and roll circus

The Rolling Stones miming to “I Got You Babe”

I think I found the example used here of Roger Waters speaking French

Brian May with Percy the hedgehog

Paul McCartney saying Hi in different voices

John Lennon and Paul McCartney demonstrating various accents (this one is hilarious and a personal fav of mine)

I don’t know which message Jimmy Page had, but here’s a radio interview instead!

I’m In Love demo - John Lennon

Bad To Me demo - The Beatles

A Quick One While He’s Away - The Who live at the rolling stones rock and roll circus

Chit Chat With Oysters - Pink Floyd

Pink Floyd live at Pompeii full concert movie with added DSOTM studio footage (this is a playlist link)

Freddie Mercury taking a bath

Freddie Mercury does the weather

Ringo Starr Donald Duck impression

Paul McCartney raps Humpty Dumpty

John Lennon and Bob Dylan

David Bowie prank call

David Bowie and Mick Jagger - Dancing In The Street

Keith Moon playing pinball

The Who live at Woodstock full concert

The Who TV Documentary

Keith Moon - Two Sides of the Moon album

Sally Simpson outtake

Pete Townshend Melvyn Bragg interview

The Who live at the Monterey Pop Festival full performance

The Who live at the Isle of Wight (1970) full concert

Led Zeppelin and The Who footage!

The Who Smothers Brothers Performance

Keith Moon Interview 1973

The Who interview 1966

The Who interview 1969

The Who live at the London Coliseum 1969 full concert

Ringo Starr apple juice commercial

The Who squeeze box animated video

John Lennon imitating Bob Dylan

I also have links to playlists full of content for each band I created (that includes concert footage, music videos, and more!)

The Who

The Beatles

Pink Floyd

The Rolling Stones

Queen

Need cheering up?

Forget all about gross herbal tea and dumb cat videos, I promise you’ll be smiling and laughing again within a minute!

Ok so these will make you smile (and possibly melt aah)

Freddie Mercury to Roger Taylor ‘C’mon Blondie’

Roger Taylor saying ‘I love you too’

Bob Dylan playing with words

The Rolling Stones miming ‘I Got You Babe’

Roger Waters speaking French

Jimmy Page humming

Brian May talks about Percy the hedgehog’s ordeal

John Lennon being incredibly cute

Brian May saying ‘It’s the pursuit of knowledge darling, isn’t it?’

Paul McCartney saying ‘hi’ in different voices

Queen talks

Jimmy Page giving out a radio message (I dARE you not to smile)

Freddie Mercury wishing you a nice day

Brian May saying ‘I’m thinking of you’

John Lennon and Paul McCartney goofing around

Brian May and Roger Taylor singing ‘I Was Born to Love You’

I’m in Love (demo)

John Lennon and Paul McCartney hugging (at least watch it for the background music)

The Doors arriving at Heathrow Airport

Pink Floyd discussing oysters

Bruce Springsteen being a cutie

Bob Dylan interview

Ice bucket challenges: Ronnie Wood, Robert Plant, Brian May

Gorgeous but a bit mad (David Gilmour and Rick Wright)

‘Are You Lonesome Tonight’, Mick Jagger and Keith Richards

Paul’s boner interview (Roundup interview with The Beatles)

Freddie Mercury taking a bath

The Beatles’ First U.S. Visit

Mick Jagger’s first TV appearance

Freddie Mercury does the weather

Brian May Sleepy (Drunken) Blues

A Midsummer Night’s Dream spoof (The Beatles)

Big Night Out, The Beatles: here and here

Pass the pie with Robert Plant and Cozy Powell

The music of Lennon and McCartney

Jimmy Page saying “wow”

Pepsi commercial with David Bowie and Tina Turner

Ringo Starr imitating Donald Duck

Bob Dylan’s answering machine message

John Lennon and Mick Jagger (Rock n Roll Circus + Dirty Mac performance)

And here, if you need to laugh

Four minutes of Robert Plant making fun of JPJ

Paul McCartney raps Humpty Dumpty

Keith Moon accepting Beatles award

I don’t even know (Mick Jagger)

What even (Paul, Ringo, George)

Paul McCartney being his usual sassy self

Pete Townshend saying ‘My spaghetti'

This is from a man that was never truly appreciated

Keith Moon and Ringo Starr rap

John Lennon imitating Bob Dylan

Mick Jagger on SNL (includes the monologue, Steven Tyler impression, and the karaoke bar)

Paul McCartney and Jimmy Fallon switch accents

Bo Rhap ending outtake

Why don’t you all fffUCK OFF MIMI

Moo - Ringo Starr

Charlie being a cutie (The Stones Exhibitionism)

‘Paul Buried Me’ trailer

u ok paul??

Pete Townshend, a musical genius

David Bowie’s prank call

George Martin and Paul McCartney

Ringo Starr (from Thomas the Tank Engine)

‘I Wish I Was a Powerpuff Girl’, Ringo Starr

Just listen

Old man Ringo, need I say more?

Brian May saying ‘bunny rabbit’ in cyborg voice

Things I, Mick Jagger, have learned after 50 years in rock n roll

Shit beatlemaniacs say

Paul McCartney speaking with American accent

Mick Jagger introduces Monty Python live

The Who interview

Scrambled eggs, Paul McCartney and Jimmy Fallon

The Pirate Song, George Harrison

Bowie secrets

Dancing in the Street, David Bowie and Mick Jagger

TV add for Queen’s Greatest Video Hits II

The good stuff

John Lennon talking masturbation

Jimmy Page saying ‘long handjob’

Pete Townshend talking about Mick’s equipment

Robert talks about Jimmy’s pants falling down

Keith Moon on pinball

Mick Jagger licking Ronnie Wood in the face

‘Naughty’, George Harrison

Freddie talks about Brian’s big cock

Roger Daltrey

Robert Plant talking about lemons (and the lack of squeezes)

Lou Reed saying ‘booty’

Two full minutes of Robert Plant saying ‘babe’

‘Penetration’, Roger Taylor

I don’t know if this is ‘good stuff’ or just eh?? (Brian May)

Listen to these cuties laughing

Ringo Starr, Paul McCartney, Keith Moon, Roger Daltrey, Jimmy Page, Paul McCartney II, Jimmy Page II, Marc Bolan and Ringo Starr, Robert Plant , John Lennon

Feel free to add or message me if something doesn’t work! And stay fabulous, darlings! x

#This is a gem!!!!#Classic rock #the who #led zeppelin #the beatles #queen #queen band #David bowie #the rolling stones #Sorry if some of the links don’t work anymore #This post is almost 10 years old after all

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