#also the song to go with this is “Shut up and drive” by rihanna

[triona-tribblescore]

Wanted to practice some rendering sooooo BAM! Even more biker angel to feed the soul uvu <3 (they are boutta ram into at least 10 people)

[munsonsmixtapes]

Hi! Can I request a Tyler Owens fic based off of shut up and drive by Rihanna! I know it’s not a lot to work with so feel free to do whatever ☺️

I love writing songs fics!

Tyler Owens x fem!reader

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) fingering, oral (f receiving)

The house was super packed when you entered it, the amount of people and loud music overwhelming your senses. If you were being honest, you didn't even want to be there, but only gave in when your friends had begged you to. They pulled you into the kitchen where all of the drinks were and you gladly followed, wanting nothing more than to get a few drinks into your system to calm you down.

Kyra poured you a glass of white wine and you gratefully accepted it, downing it quicker than you should have. You held out your cup for more and she eyed you suspiciously as she poured more of the beverage into your cup. You thanked her and turned on your heel, looking for a place to sit.

As you got to the entrance of the kitchen, you ran into a hard chest, hearing a chuckle rumble from it. You looked up into the most beautiful green eyes you had ever seen, feeling yourself wanting to fall into the mossy color.

His hands moved to your waist to steady you and you could practically feel their warmth through your top that his gaze had moved to. It complimented your skin perfectly and hugged you in all of the right places, almost as if it was made specifically for you.

"I'm sorry," you apologized, feeling your cheeks warm under his gaze.

"Nothing to be sorry for," he shook his head. "Not from around here, are you? I think I would have recognized a pretty little thing like you.”

“And I think that’s a line. Gonna have to try a little harder to get my attention, cowboy.” You tried to push past him, but he blocked your path.

“How about a dance?” He asked as he rested his arm on the door frame. “Or maybe a drink?”

“No thanks,” you shook your head. “I already have a drink and I don’t dance.”

Tyler removed his arm from door frame and let you past, not able to help himself from looking at your ass as you moved into the living room. He wanted to know what it felt like, letting his mind drift off to a hot fantasy of the two of you.

He could just see himself sticking his hands into the back pockets of your jeans as he gave your ass a squeeze, swallowing your gasp with his lips. He wanted to know what they tasted like, your lip gloss giving them a pretty sheen.

Most women tried to play hard to get and he was always turned on by that. He didn’t just love to chase tornadoes, women were also very fun to run after. He followed you into the living room, feeling hypnotized by you. It was as if his feet had a mind of their own, carrying him through all of the bodies. He felt like a sailor being lured to his death by a siren. And that seemed like a damn good way to die.

He could see you still as you got further ahead of him, trying not to lose track of you. There was no way that he was letting you get away from him. Not that easily. He was going to take no for an answer, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t at least be near you.

You got to the center of the makeshift dance floor and the second your eyes locked on Tyler’s, he knew that he was a goner. Your eyes were locked on him as you began to dance much more sensually than you were used to. You didn’t know why you were wanting to show him what he couldn’t have.

He slowly weaved his way through the people keeping him from you and stood in front of you, resisting the urge to stand behind you as your bodies moved in tandem.

“Like what you see, cowboy?” You asked, a flirty look forming in your eyes. You had him exactly where you wanted him and you didn’t even have to do much. You thought it would have taken a bit more to reel him, but he had already grabbed onto the hook.

“Oh, I love what I see.” You grabbed hold of his hands and set them on your waist. You then turned around and pressed your ass to his crotch, grinding against it. His grip on your waist tightened, and you could have sworn that you could hear him moan.

"Just dancing," you said, looking over your shoulder. Tyler just nodded, moving his hands to your shoulders, turning you around to face him as a slower tempo song began to play.

"Then let's dance," he replied, his hands moving higher up your back. "You know, I never got your name."

"I don't know why you'd need that." You were perfectly fine with not sharing names. It added a bit of mystery to your interaction.

"Because I'd love to know the name of the prettiest girl in the room." That had to be the worst pick up line you had ever heard. You figured that he didn't have to try as hard because of his looks, but you really hoped that he didn't actually use that one on a regular basis.

"Gross, does that actually work for you?" You pulled away from him a bit, eyeing him suspiciously. If you were being honest, the whole cowboy thing was working for you even if you wouldn't admit it. Maybe he actually was charming or you just hadn't slept with anyone in so long that you were just desperate to get laid.

"Every time," he winked and all you could do was grimace.

"Tell me yours first."

"It's Tyler." Tyler. The name suited him.

"Y/n."

"Y/n," he repeated with a smile and you swore that your knees were going to give out between the mixture of his pretty mouth and the way your name fell off his lips. You could just imagine what he sounded like moaning your name and now you were getting a little too wet for your liking between your legs. "I like that."

"I like yours too."

"You're actually paying me a compliment?" He feigned shock with a dramatic gasp. "Well, I never thought I'd see the day."

Before you could stop yourself, you grabbed onto his belt loops and pulled him closer, Tyler letting out a yelp as you did so. You were suddenly finding him irresistible, your eyes shifting to his lips that he was running his tongue over, making you want him even more.

"Woah, darlin'," he chuckled. "Can't resist me, can you?"

"You got me. So are we going to do this or what?"

"Only if you want to. I don't want to force you into something that would make you uncomfortable."

"I'm not uncomfortable. I was just playing hard to get."

"You didn't have to do that," he said, inching his face closer to yours. "I've had my eyes on you all night."

"Well, now you're chance to have me. Don't blow it," you responded, closing the gap between the two of you, capturing his bottom lip between his two. You were close to moaning at the feeling, not having kissed anyone in far too long for your liking.

Your arms wrapped around waist as his went to your shoulder, tilting his head to the side so he could kiss you from another angle. Suddenly, you were the only ones there, so wrapped up in each other that it felt like everyone else had disappeared. 

Just as his tongue swiped along your bottom lip, you pulled away, noticing nothing else but his pretty green eyes, his pupils that had blown wide. You said nothing and removed your hands from his waist, offering him one of them that he took with no question. You led him through the crowd, making a beeline for the stairs. 

You weren’t looking at him, but he was trying to fight the smile on his face. He had barely done anything and now he was about to sleep with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Maybe someone up there actually liked him. Just when he was about to go home, you showed up, a bright spotlight shining down on you. He was drawn to you immediately and the fact that you didn’t seem interested at first only made him want you more. 

You got up the stairs, on the hunt for an available room and found one, pulling Tyler into it. You let the door slam closed behind you before you pressed your lips to his again, this time more hungrily. He was quick to respond, matching your eagerness by dipping his tongue into your mouth. 

“I’ve been looking for someone who’s qualified. Do you think you are?”

“Absolutely,” he nodded enthusiastically.

“Good,” you responded then placed your lips on his once again.

You tasted so good that there was no way he could kiss anyone else. He could have just made out with you for the rest of the night and been satisfied. Your lips were soft and they tasted like a mixture of whatever flavor your lipgloss was and the white wine you had been sipping on. It was intoxicating and he couldn’t get enough of you, already wanting more like the greedy man he was. 

Your hands moved to his shirt and you began to unbutton his shirt as Tyler’s hand traveled south to your jeans. He got them undone in record speed and dipped his hand down into your panties, on the hunt for your pussy. He found it as soon as you got his shirt unbuttoned and his fingers found their way into your cunt, causing the most delicious moan to fall from your lips. 

“Already wet for me, hm?” He asked as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, his movements slow because he wanted you to beg for him. 

“And you’re already hard,” you replied, your eyes moving to his cock that was already tenting in his jeans. His movements suddenly got a little faster and you moaned again, turning your back to him, pressing it to his chest so he had more access to you. 

Your head leaned against his shoulder and Tyler turned to get a good view of your face, wondering what you would look like when he got inside you if you were already coming this undone just from his fingers. He just knew you’d look hot when you moaned and he was so right. In fact, you were even more hot than he had been imagining. Seeing your eyes shut tight and your mouth wide open as more moans fell from them was making him even harder. 

“Oh,” you moaned. “So good.” 

“Yeah? You like that?” He asked as he pumped even harder and faster, curving them, hitting just the right spot to make you scream.  

“Tyler, oh my god.” He pulled his fingers out and waited for you to come down from your orgasm before them to your mouth. You opened up and he stuck them inside, feeling his cock strain against his jeans as your lips wrapped around them, licking and sucking, making the most filthy sounds. 

He whimpered while he watched you, suddenly needing a taste for himself. And you seemed to think the same since you had removed his fingers from your mouth and were working on pulling off your jeans.

Once they were in a crumpled pile on the floor, you laid down on the bed, spreading your legs wide so Tyler could see just how wet your panties were. He got down onto his knees and slowly inched his hands towards your underwear. 

“Just do it,” you commanded. “Please.” He did as you asked and pulled down on the waistband, pulling them completely off to reveal your soaking wet cunt. Tyler could feel drool pooling in his mouth as he looked down at it, desperate for a taste.

He took each of your legs and draped them over his shoulders before diving in, not even bothering to warm you up since you both seemed so desperate. He then slowly inched his face closer to your cunt, giving you opportunity to back out if you wanted to. He then slowly pressed his face into it. You let out a gasp when his nose brushed it and your fingers wound into his hair as he mouthed your clit, sucking on the spot and feeling his dick getting hard as a whimper fell from your lips. He licked and sucked on the spot, taking his time, fully intending to give you the best head of your life. A moan escaped from your throat and you both paused, Buck pulling away to grin at you. 

“That’s it, darlin’,” he urged. “Just like that. You’re doing great.” He dove back in for more, wanting to taste more of you, but to also hear more of your delectable sounds. His mouth was back on your clit in a flash, licking and sucking some more, trying to not smile to himself as you continued to moan. He had you right where he wanted you and he had barely even done anything yet. He couldn’t wait to see how you would react once he was actually inside you. 

He moved lower, tonguing your slit, licking back and forth between the seam before going in with his lips, giving it a hard suck as his hands moved up to your thighs, spreading your legs wider to have more access to you. He then lightly grazed your cunt with his teeth and his ears perked up at your loud moan as your thighs pressed against his head as your ankles locked together at the back of his neck. 

Tyler continued his movements, loving how hard you were pulling onto his hair, knowing that you were enjoying it just as much as he was. You tasted so good and he loved how quickly he was able to make you come undone. He bet you looked so hot, so beautiful as the noises came from your mouth, wondering what you looked like when you orgasmed. He bet you looked so good with your mouth wide open, sweaty all over, your labored breathing. He couldn’t wait to see it. 

He shoved his tongue inside you and couldn’t help but notice how tight you were, but he wasn’t going to comment on it. He didn’t want to embarrass you and certainly didn’t feel like it mattered. He knew you hadn’t been intimate in a while and fully intended on making you feel so good, so special. 

He swirled his tongue around and was convinced that you were going to pull his hair out with how hard you were yanking it, but he hardly cared. You were reacting exactly how he wanted you to. His tongue hit just the right spot and your back arched in pleasure as a scream ripped through you. 

“Tyler, oh my god,” you screamed as you reached your orgasm, stars forming in your eyes, your vision going hazy. This was exactly what you had been expecting with your other partners. It was all you wanted and apparently it had been very simple since it hadn’t taken Tyler long to get you there. 

He slowly removed his face from your cunt then took off his shirt then moved to his jeans, taking his time to let you come down from your orgasm. You sat up, wanting to get a glimpse of his rock hard cock and it did not disappoint. It was probably the biggest one you had ever seen and you were wondering how it was even going to fit inside you. 

Once you were ready, he lowered himself down onto you, pressing his lip to yours in a slow, sloven kiss, wanting to savor the taste of you. He then pulled away to remove your shirt, tossing it behind him before peppering your chest in kisses. Once he was done, he moved his hands behind you and unclasped your bra before slowly removing the straps from your shoulders to reveal your tits. 

“You’re amazing,” he breathed. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you replied. “And as much as I love your compliments, I really need you inside me.” You knew you sounded needy, but considering the fact that you hadn’t slept with anyone in months, you really needed this and time was ticking.

“Yes ma’am,” he pretended to tip the brim of a hat towards you then climbed off of you, pulling a condom out of his wallet and rolling it onto his cock as quickly as possible. He then lined himself up with you before slowly inserting himself inside of you, both of you moaning at the sensation. Tyler then began to thrust in and out slowly, trying to figure out what you liked. 

“Faster,” you commanded. “If I don’t get there soon, I think I might explode.” Your voice was so whiny and full of need that Tyler was going to get you there as soon as possible, wondering how long you had been feeling that way and why you hadn’t told him sooner. 

His thrusts got so hard and fast that now he was fully pounding into you, trying his best to fit all of himself inside you and you seemed to enjoy it. Your moans got much more enthusiastic and he could see that you really weren’t lying. You always looked fucked out and he had barely even done anything to you. 

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Look at you taking me so well. Doing so good darlin’.” He continued to pump in and out at his rapid rate and could see your back arching, a scream falling from your lips. Tyler was convinced that this was the hottest you’d ever looked (even though he had only met you that night) with your hair all a mess and the sweat dripping down your body. You were an absolute dream and this was definitely what he was going to think about every night before going to bed. 

He reached his own orgasm not long after then collapsed onto the bed next to you. Your chests were rising and falling because of your heavy breaths. Tyler then rolled off the bed and gathered the clothes from the floor, handing you yours which you put on. You really thought he would have wanted to go for another round. You were definitely down. Maybe he was just a one and done kind of guy. 

You watched him button up his shirt as you sat there with yours in your hands, trying to prolong your time with him. You didn’t want to leave just yet. He sent you a wink and finished up his shirt before coming over to you. He dropped to his knees in front of you and took your shirt before putting it over your head and helping you put your arms through the sleeves. 

“How about we go to my place?” He asked and you nodded enthusiastically. You got your jeans on and Tyler helped you to your feet, the both of you making a beeline to the stairs. You couldn’t believe that you thought he was going to ditch you. He had clearly shown you that he wasn’t like the others and he was fully intending on showing you just how much he wanted you once you got to his place. He was planning on having you between the sheets until the early morning, fucking you until you couldn’t walk. He was going to make you feel like an absolute queen.

[gottalovetumbler]

TF141 Zombie Apocalypse AU pt.2

Info: very gory and decently dark, cussing, slavery-esk, kinda obsessive too

Setting info: so I live in Colorado so this story is widely based on where I live and the Denver airport. To help set the scene I’ve included a picture I took outside of my house to show where the main character and Johnny live.

Anyways I hope y’all enjoy!

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“For the last damn time we are not going anywhere near Denver!”

“Come on bonnie! Juist imagine the untouch’d mail thare! It woul’ be like gettin the winnin lotto ticke’ !”

“Yea but instead of walking away with a shit ton of cash we’d be walking into a shit ton of zombies! Also don’t forget the sign saying to stay away from the airport.”

“Ah come on, whan has thon sign iver been richt aboot anything? remember earlier this year whan it says,’best outpost this side o the rockies juist 15 miles south.’ an then the same outpost blew up no e'en 2 months later. Tha’ sign has alway’ been full o lies.”

“No that sign has always been full of false hope, not lies. And it sure as hell has never been used as a warning sign, especially with how far whoever wrote it must have traveled to get up here. Whatever they’re warning people about, it’s serious and we’re gonna heed it. End of discussion.”

With that, you flip and stalk up to your house. Pulling open the door you walk in but don’t hear the door slam shut behind you so you know he’s followed you in. Of course he has, it’s your turn to cook dinner so he’ll be here all night.

“But Bonnie, it’s only aboot an hour drive.”

He whined, shutting the storm door and following you to the kitchen.

“It used to be an hour drive Johnny, 5 fucking years ago before the world went to shit. Do you know how many pileups and walkers there are in that city? Too many.”

You glance up from the pot you were stirring. The soup just about done and the scent wafting around making both your stomach growl. You’ve solemnly seen Johnny so defeated, the last time you saw him this bad was the day he turned up on your door step 2 years ago.

“Listen, I get it I do. It’s hard being in the middle of nowhere, nothing to do or to see. I get it I promise, I grew up here. But the possibility of finding some cool package meant for some chick named Racheal at the FedEx hub is not worth the risk. It just isn’t.”

“Yea you’re richt. The packages aren’t worth the risk o ane o us gettin hurt or worse,’ you turn your gaze back to the oven, glad you’ve finally got through to him. It sucks being stuck here but atleast you’re both safe-,’neither are the animals. They deserve tae stay trappit where they are because they just….. aren’t worth the risk. Right Bonnie?”

The glare you send his way just about lays him on his ass. The cocky smirk he sends you makes you nearly explode with anger. How fucking dare he use the defenseless animals against you.

“You and I both know any animals trapped down there are long gone and sadly there’s nothing I can do about that.”

“Maybe…… but wha’ if they aren’t? Ye gonna let thaim suffer alone a scared while ye sit here eatin chicken noodle soup?”

———

Back before the outbreak, you thought no car rides would ever be worse than the family road trips you used to go on yearly. They were full of anger and arguing, mainly between your parents but what you would give to be back there. Not just because you miss your parents, you do, but because if you hear Johnny sing one more damn Rihanna song, you may just give yourself to the zombies.

“Umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh, Under my Umbrella-ella-ella-eh-“

“Johnny, shut the fuck up! You don’t need to sing this song 50 times in a row! I promise you’ll live if you stop singing.”

“For all ye know bonnie, ma beautiful voice coud be the one thin’ keepin us safe so hou aboot ye respect it a bit more? hmmm?”

“I highly doubt that if your voice is keeping things away, it’d be because it’s beautiful.”

He turns to you with an eyebrow raised but before he can retort, the large (and frankly, ugly) FedEx logos appears. Sun damaged and looks to have been half plowed down by a minivan, but recognizable non the less. You can’t tell if it’s the tires or Johnny squealing as he veers the car towards the front doors.

———

It’s been 4 hours since you pulled up to this God-forsaken warehouse and you’ve barely glanced through half the packages, let alone open and look at them like Johnnys doing.

“How much longer are you gonna take? I’d like to leave before I begin turning to dust if possible.” You ask/complain as you sit on a Samsung fridge new in box, probably cost more than 2k before but now it’s nothing more than a crappy bench. You guys spend another hour loading all the ‘good’ stuff into the trunk of the car and begin the long trek home.

It was about 4 am when you started the journey down and it’s just about to get to 9:30 pm as you make your way back up. On the drive back you guys stick to the highways instead of the side roads/land. It looks like when shit hit the fan almost everyone started making their way south to try and get out of the city, clogging up the roads while the north bound road had a few straggling cars but no big blocks luckily.

“Grumpy, grumpy. Absolutely na respect for the hunt. Back whan A wis i the military A usit tae have tae sit still i ane spot for hours hopin tae catch a glance at the missions target. Aye could hunt for hours an niver get borit.”

“That’s the first time you’ve mentioned your time in the military in a few months.” You say staring straight ahead at the ‘road’ (it’s a fucking field) processing what he said for a moment. “Do you miss it?”

“Miss wha’ exactly?”

“Ya’know the missions and the ‘doing the greater good.’ Getting the bad guys and putting them down.”

“A dae miss the missions a little bit, ay. But A miss ma fellow soldiers more. We were a family, a found on’ but on’ nonetheless.”

You guys banter and talk for a bit more, effectively killing time till you have to inevitably had back north. Luckily the drive down wasn’t too bad since you were able to cut through fields and avoid any towns with ease.

If there’s one thing zombie movies and shows got wrong, it was the amount of zombies walking the earth. Sure, there used to be about 7 billion living people and that number has now dropped to a measly 400 million. But that doesn’t mean every other body is a current zombie. In the beginning there were loads but as the years went on and more were killed, the hoards became far and few between. On the drive down you guys maybe encountered 10 or 15 zombies, majority once you reached Denver. The drive back you’ll probably only see 5 to 10, if that.

You’d about halfway out when the car starts the slow. Your head had just knocked the door in your attempt to get some shut eye so your heart was already pounding as Johnny hit the breaks. Looking up you expect to see a pile up, a hoard or maybe worse, survivors, but all your met with is an open road. Glancing to your left to see what Johnny’s looking at you follow his gaze to your right and see a giant sign for the airport.

“No Johnny don’t even think about it. We talked about this, whoever wrote that sign was truly scared of whatever’s in that airport so we’re aren’t going anywhere near it.”

He shoots you a quick glance, studying your quirked eyebrow before he mutters a quick, ‘Sorry Bon.’ and veers toward the airport. Stupidly (don’t this at home kids) you reach for the steering wheel while yelling at him to stop. The second you get both hands on the wheel he grabs your wrists with one and holds them to his chest. Still muttering apologies as he reaches 60 mph and weaves through stopped vehicles. One too many close calls cause you to shut your eyes tightly waiting for the inevitable impact. A few minutes later you both come to a stop on the top floor of the DIA parking garage.

As he put the car in park and looks over, he expects you to yell or maybe even slap him. What he didn’t expect were the fat tears rolling down your face and you stared petrified at the entrance.

“Juist a quick in an oot ok? We’ll be back home i na time- oh bonnie i’m sorry ok, I’m so sorry.”

He pulls you in for a hug and strokes a hand down the back of your head and spine a few times.

“Ye don’t have tae gae i gin ye don’t want tae ok? A juist have tae see somethin for ma own piece o mind but ye can stay oot here.”

As if you could have gotten more upset at that moment. Pulling back from him you shoot him the most scandalized look. “And what Johnny, leave you alone to fucking die in there? ‘sniff’ No I’m coming in with you, but don’t think just because I’m going in either you means I forgive you for this.”

You both waited for your tears to stop and your breathing to even out before you steeped out of the car and up to the once working sliding glass doors. Newspaper had been plastered up and covered all the windows, you just hope it’s to keep zombies out and not in. Producing a crow bar from the trunk, Johnny wedges the doors open and you both sneak inside. You’re up on the second floor and begin walking around, passing the small shops and gates as you went. Up ahead you both see one of those floor cut outs with the railings where you can look over the edge to the lower levels.

When you first pulled up, there were no signs of life but as you draw closer to the viewpoint you begin to see faint light and hear voices. Shucking off the little stuff you brought in, you and Johnny lay flat to the ground and begin to army crawl toward the ledge, hoping to catch a glimpse at whoever’s down below.

The sight your met with makes you feel a bit sick, whether that due to the amount of zombies or what’s happening to them your not sure. Down below is a giant wheel, that seems to be hooked up to a generator, being pulled in circles by 20-30 of them. It isn’t unheard of for people to keep zombies and use them for some sort of manual labor but it is looked down upon. Just put the poor bastards out of their misery and let the rest.

Transfixed on the hoard you almost miss the very obviously human man walking up to one of the limping zombies that’s not moving quite as fast as he’d like. He stands there watching the poor thing drag its bum right leg for a good 30 seconds before it crumples to the ground.

Not even a second after the zombies knees hit the ground, the human man unchains it and begins dragging it away. The second he grabs the things shirt it begins to beg? You look to the right and meet Johnnys equally wide eyes, both of you realizing the sickening truth. Those aren’t zombies, those are fucking people.

Seemingly rritated by this, he begins dragging the human mam towards a wall. Clearly this is not a good wall because he begins to fight and yell, trying to get free but is quickly overpowered and chained up onto the wall. A bright light flicks on suddenly, momentarily blinding you as it points towards the man. Your heart skips a beat as you read the words over the top of the man’s head and holy shit you’re gonna be sick.

‘Johnny MacTavish, a traitor’

You look back over at Johnny but he’s transfixed on what’s happening below, unable to pull his wide and terrified eyes away. As the man walks away a new one appears with an all too happy voice.

“Oh Johnny, we finally found you! Do you know how hard it’s been withou' you all these years? I’ve missed you so dearly brother.”

The new man is clearly crazy because judging by the state of the wall this is not the first ‘Johnny’ to be chained up there. He approaches the chained man with a cart of knives and other torture items and from this far you can still see his manic grin. Not wanting to see the way this plays out you turn back to Johnny to say you guys need to leave but as your eyes slide over to his you catch something straight across from you on the opposite side of the opening.

Sitting in the same position as you, is a masked face. Just staring, not moving, just laying there watching you both. You kick Johnny to get him out of whatever trance he was in and before he can question you, your pointer finger directs his gaze to the man across the way. As Johnny makes eye contact with him his body grows frigid and he quickly stand pulling it up with him. The masked man tilts his head and slowly stands as-well, mirroring your movements perfectly.

Johnny grabs your hand and before you can even process the masked man running towards you both, he’s yanking you towards the exit.

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[mieeaahhh]

All for the game characters as songs but only songs from my playlist and most of it doesn’t have any reason, It’s just the bugs living on my shoulder whispering it into my ear.

Neil Josten

-Dog Days Are Over by Florence + The Machine

-Dead Girl Walking from heathers

-That’s Life by Frank Sinatra

-Hounds Of Love by Kate Bush

-am i being followed…? By emily jeffri

Andrew Minyard

-forwards beckon rebound by Adrianne Lenkar

-Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division

-Dizzy Miss Lizzy by the Beatles

-Never Saw The Point by Cults

-I Wanna Be Your Dog by Mephisto Walz

Aaron Minyard

-emo boy by Ayesha Erotica

-Cool About It by boygenius

-William, It Was Really Nothing by The Smiths

-Nintendo 64 by Alex G

-Mama’s Boy by Dominic Fike

Nicky Hemmick

-HOT TO GO! By Chappell Roan

-I Don’t Wanna Be Funny Anymore by Lucy Dacus

-White Teeth Teens by Lorde

-Back To That Old House by The Smiths

-It’s Called: Freefall by Rainbow Kitten Suprise

Kevin Day

-Bubblegum Bitch by MARINA

-Literal Legend by Ayesha Erotica

-A Pearl by Mitski

-Army Dreamers by Kate Bush

-Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

Renee Walker

-Big Mouth Strikes Again by The Smiths

-Ptolemaea by Ethel Cain

-Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse

-P.U.N.K Girl by Heavenly

-Just A Girl by Florence + The Machine

Allison Reynolds

-Maneater by Nelly Furtado

-Good Luck, Babe! Chappell Roan

-all-american bitch by Olivia Rodrigo

-Paper Bag by Fiona Apple

-Funnel Of Love by Wanda Jackson

Seth Gordon

-Silver Soul by Beach House

-The Killing Moon by Echo & The Bunnymen

-Lights Out by Mindless Self Indulgence

-Breathing by Kate Bush

-Climbing Up The Walls by Radiohead

Matt Boyd

-Rollin’ by Limp Bizkit

-This Charming Man by The Smiths

-My Hero by Foo Fighters

-The Great Big Gig In The Sky by Pink Floyd

-Sweet Child O’ Mine by Guns N’ Roses

Dan Wilds

-Rue by girl in red

-Lovers Rock by TV Girl

-Girl Anachronism

-Christian Woman by Type O Negative

-Limp by Fiona Apple

Jeremy Knox

-Destroyed By Hippie Powers by Car Seat Headrest

-Heroes by David Bowie

-Jigsaw Falling Into Place by Radiohead

-The Perfect Girl by Mareux

-Starman by David Bowie

Jean Moreau

-insomniac by Memo Boy, Chakra Efendi

-Fireworks by Mitski

-Stupid MF by Mindless Self Indulgence

-The Murder Mystery by The Velvet Underground

-Down By The Water by PJ Harvey

Laila Dermott

-Howl by Florence + The Machine

-White Teeth Teens by Lorde

-Call Me by Blondie

-Bored by Laufey

-Mirror by The Last Dinner Party

Catalina Alvarez

-Burn Alive by The Last Dinner Party

-Shut Up And Drive by Rihanna

-Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen

-Hey Jude by The Beatles

-Pools by Glass Animals

Katelyn Mckensie

-Oh! You Pretty Things by David Bowie

-My Kind Of Woman by Mac DeMarco

-Valerie by TV Girl

-Good Vibrations by The Beach Boys

-Oh Woman, Oh Why by Paul and Linda McCartney

Cody Winter

-Exceptionally Sadistic by Monument Of Misanthropy

-Bullet With Butterfly Wings by The Smashing Pumkins

-It’s Only Sex by Car Seat Headrest

-Buried Alive by Radio Werewolf

-Chop Suey! By System Of A Down

Also I’m super cool and hip and cool so this is my playlists

[jocelynscrazyideas]

Summer lakehouse- Arrival | Quinn Hughes x Reader

Summary: this episode reads… Zoey, Trevor’s twin sister and Trevor Zegras go on a roadtrip to Michigan to the Hughes Home. Summer is calling!! And so is love.

Warnings: language? Not proof read.

A:N- this is the kickoff to the series!!! Also sorry to mention but Trevor’s actual sibling don’t exist in this story (sorry!)

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“Zoey!” Trevor calls for me from my kitchen. Trevor and I are at my house in Minnesota. I’m currently upstairs getting packed for our trip to Michigan. Normally, Trevor would fly out to Michigan and I would be left at home.

Trevor, my older brother, only by 7 minutes has been super successful in his hockey career. He had just suffered in an injury so lately, Trevor has had time to check up on me, especially since I had just went through a breakup with a relationship that lasted about three years. I live in Minnesota, Trevor is in Anaheim, and our parents moved back into New York. I feel so special being able to literally be going to Michigan with The HUGHES brothers. I’ve known Jack for a long time, but I have never really considered us friends. I only talk to Jack because he’s Trevor’s bestfriend.

“Are you coming?” Trev bellows out for me again.

“Yes! Just calm down and eat an apple.” I yell back from upstairs in my room.

“Incoming!” I exclaim cautiously chucking my bags down the stairs. Trevor runs under the botttom of the stairs and catches my bags. I packed about three bags knowing I’ll be in Michigan for half the summer.

“Okay give me your keys.” Trevor motions for my pocket. “Um.. now.” Trevor barks back at my nasty stare.

“No! I’m driving.” I look him up and down, I pick up one of three bags and throw it at his chest.

“ZEGRAS IS DOWN!! ZEGRAS IS DOWN!!” Trevor screams out flailing his arms as if he’s trappped under my bags. I grab one and throw it into my car. I run inside and grab my other two and throw those into the car. I hurry to my side of the car and notice that Trevor isn’t outside. I unlock the car, knowing he may be tricking me and he could steal the drivers seat.

“Fine.” Trevor murmured in defeat as he walks out f the house. He gets in the passenger seat and he turns in the radio.

Perfect.

Umbrella by Queen Rihanna is on.

I open our windows as we are still driving in to town towards the nearest highway.

“Can we stop for some drinks and food?” Trevor, being a former big back asks.

“Yeah sure, you’re paying.” I say as I’m still locked in into one of the best songs ever.

We pull into Starbucks as he orders for me and him. We wait for 15 minutes, and my dragon fruit lemonade refresher comes out followed by Trevor’s black coffee and his cake pops.

“You know this song is going to be your summer.” Trev indicates as we approach the freeway.

“No, I’m going to have fun thi summer, and having fun is being single.” I say trying to get rid of the conversation.

“Well yeah never mind you’re still a virgin.”

“Trevor shut the fuck up. You can’t keep your girlfriends! You scare them off!” I say yelling back at him. Yes, I have lost my virginity, but I haven’t had sex in like 8 months. Which is normal.

We make it to Wisconsin and we stop at a rest place, I use the bathroom, Trevor goes to throw our trash away. “You know I’m serious. You could get a boyfriend this summer. Quinn throws seriously cool parties.” Trevor still not letting this go.

“No, I just got out of a healthy relationship, and I’m still hurt.” I explain, trying to give him signals.

“Good. You can get a rebound. I mean You’ve met Jack. Michigan men are hot.” Trevor goes on and on about me and the idea of “hot men”.

I drive for another four hours and we stop at another rest place. I get out of the car and stretch my legs and start to walk into the buildings for the bathrooms. I get some water, grab a few snacks and head back to the car. Trevor and I switch seats, and he drives really scary.

Trevor swerved in front of a deer. I punched Trevor in his right bicep, and he winced. He looks over at me and he drives off. He throws his phone at me telling me to turn on some music.

“Why do you get aux?” I reply in a snap.

“Well you get to pick the playlist that’s on MY Spotify.” Trevor sassed back.

Whatever.

I press on his “lover girl/wedding vibes” playlist. Interesting.

“What’s this?” I say as I laugh. I know Trevor was hurt when I told him he’s the reason he can’t keep a girlfriend. I felt terrible.

“WHAT IF HES WRITING MINE ON MY UPPER THIGH.. ONLY IN MY MINDD!” Trevor breaks out into song. And I follow.

“Taylor the woman you are.” I say as I hold trevs hand. We make it to Michigan. We both pulled all jighters.

“10 hour drives aren’t for the weak.” Trevor says as he pulls over into a parking lot. We switch seats once more. Trevor puts the Hughes address in my google maps. I turn in the aux and play Lovers by Anna of the North. So teenage girl coded. I back into the driveway, and I knock on Trevor’s head.

“Wake up.” I whisper trying to get him up but still he quiet for those around us in the block.

“Mhm” Trevor moans out in a sleeping bliss.

“Zegras?” Quinn says as he walks out of the newly renovated home.

“Oh yeah! Hey buddy!” Trevor instantly gets up and opens the trunk. Quinn helps us bring our stuff into the house. I get my own room, for now.

“So Trevor I didn’t know your twin sister was like super hot.” Quinn mumbles to Trevor.

“Uh, yeah she’s hot.” Trevor looks over at me and winks.

“Yeah she is! And she’s mine!” Jack says as he run into me and grabs my bags before I get the chance to.

“Hurry up! It’s cold.” Luke says. Luke’s hanging half way in the door way and half way out. He held the door for us and he walks me to my room.

“So you jack know eachother?” Luke mentions. Luke is 6”3, really tall, like taller than Trevor. I’m 5”2 and on a good day I’m 7”.

“Yeah, but only through Trev.” I respond, Luke seems so chill. I think out of all of the Hughes, I’d get along with Luke the best.

“Chill. I’m glad you could come this summer!” Jack says. I’ve never thought me and Jack were so buddy buddy, but I guess we are.

“So I’ll wake you up in the morning, so we can go down to the beach, and buy some avacodoes from the store. I know you like avocado toast!” Jack hypes up. We past their parents rooms and I settled into my bed.

Now that I mention it. Jack and I are actually best friends. Trevor met jacks through me when I told Trevor to tryout for USNTDP U18 because I knew the captain. It’s been years since me and Jack talked, I mean Jack and Trevor hang out, but it’s not me and Jack going on walks everyday.

I can’t believe I forgot Jack and I’s friendship. I feel terrible. Jack was the only person who really knew me for me.

~

I go to bed and I dream about nothing. Mind is empty. Except…

I’m thinking of how Wuinn called me hot. Maybe Trevor was right, maybe I could find a love this summer.

~

I wake up to knocking on my door, last night before I fell asleep I put all of my clothes and shoes away, I unpacked my hygiene stuff into my bathroom.

“Hey? Are you wake?” I hear from behind my door. I can’t decipher the voice but I know it’s not Trevor.

I get out of my bed and unwrinkls my bed sheets. I slide my slippers on and walk over to the door. “Hello?” I whisper. “What time is it?” I ask as I look up to the owner of the mysterious voice.

“Yeah. Sorry for waking you up.” Quinn apologizes to me, he grabs my wrist and pulls me out of my room. My door shuts behind me, Quinn pulls me down the stairs and I’m following the tall man all the way to his car.

“Jack told me to take you to get avacidos.” Quinn told me as he opens his car door for me. “It’s like 5:30.” I told Quinn. Just making sure he knows it’s way too early to buy avocados for breakfast. Especially in the summer.

“I’m aware. But if you wanted to go sneak out like Jack and Z told me, then this is the time. Besides, I know a sport downtown.” Quinn backs out of the neighborhood and he drives off to a small shop. Some farmers markets are open so we buy organic avocados, four of them.

~

“You like the ocean?” Quinn asks me. He places a blanket on the sandy stone. We sit on a cliff on top of a lake.

“Yeah, you?” I respond. I wonder if Jack and Trevor put him up to this. Or if Quinn genuinely thought of taking me.

“Uh- yeah no I love the lakes here in Michigan. I hear you’re from Minnesota, the place of 10,000 lakes.” Quinn mocks the Minnesotan accent.

“Yeah I mean it’s nice, especially during the summer because of the weather, but during the winter there the lakes are fun to skate on, and I have friends who ice fish- it’s really easy to have fun in Minnesota.” I explained, I look at Quinn and he’s staring into my eyes. It’s like he’s reading me.

“Yeah? Maybe I should drive back with you and Z.”

“You should, Trevor loves to annoy me.”

“Well he told me most of the stuff you’ve been through before this.”

“Like what? My breakup?” I say as I turn my head towards the lake instead.

“Maybe we should head home, it’s been a couple of hours since we left.” Quinn excused out conversation, knowing I was offended.

We got home around 8:41- about three hours since we left to get avocados. I bring in my favorite ingredient, and Quinn opens the door for me.

I set the avocados on the counter and I head to my room. “Zoey!” Quinn runs up the stairs after me.

“Sorry for getting in your biz.” Quinn apologized to me, he must truly care.

Jack comes down from his room and makes us our avocado toast that he promised us.

We went boating and I tanned on the deck while the guys barbecued and grilled some burgers.

[tinydefector]

What if we show to the bots the band Cybertronic Spree ?

I think they would LOVE it !!!

I'm rather ashamed to say it, but I don't keep up with lot of modern music so I had to go look these up and listen too.

(Me after looking up these)

:O

Omg, omg cybertronic Spree is fucking wicked holy shit!. I could definitely see the bots watching this and then deciding they are going to make a band and cover human songs. But I could also see them watching and them having a full-blown fangirl moment. "By primus! Did they make a costume of me !?!?" And they would start sobbing in delight. Ask if they could leave comments asking the band to cover different songs they like.

And woah, TWRP also found out that they and Dan Avidan actually sing a favourite of mine, which is Starlight Brigade. But humans touch sounds very much like it's meant to be five nights at Freddy's song, and it's wicked. But I'll also add a Spotify link of songs I can see the lost light listening to over the speakers. I'd recommend shuffling this playlist

But alot of cybertronians happen to very much like

- TWRP

- Cybertronic spree

- Daft Punk

- Scandroid

- Night runner

- mystery skulls

- Smash into pieces.

Now onto so bots and their favourites songs out of the playlist. Time for my wheel spinner. Giving each character between 1-3 songs. I didn't get to doing every bot and this is a mix and not everyone is part of the lost light but enjoy the human songs I believe each of the bots like.

Ratchet: what you know: two door cinema club, little talks: of monster and men,

Drift: nightcall: Kavinsky, turn: the wombats, neo-tokyo: Scandroid.

Rodimus: I'm still here: John Rzeznik, running away from home: smash into pieces,

Blaster: pour some sugar on me: Def Leppard, harder, better, faster, stronger: daft punk, money for nothing: dire straits.

Jazz: The man: The killers, turbo lover: Judas Priest, walk this way: areosmith.

Swerve: Butterfly: Crazy town, lifestyle of the rich and famous: good Charlotte, drunk Arcade: Bombs away. /

Starscream: Mad world: Smash into pieces cover, toxic Brittany Spears,

Beachcomber: spend it: Peking duk, electric Feel: MGMT,

Brainstorm: writing on the walls: Scandroid, Derezzed: Daft punk,

Whirl: 19-2000: Gorillaz, brutal: Olivia Rodrigo, 18+: scene Queen.

Blurr: we own it: 2 chainz & Wiz Khalifa, I ran: bowling for soup, Tokyo drift: Teriyaki Boyz.

Moonracer: Shut up and drive: Rihanna,

Swindle: Money: lime cordiale, kickstart my heart: motley crew, robbery: Lime cordiale.

Red Alert: Arcadia: smash into pieces, the less I know the better: tame impala,

Bumblebee: if you ever leave I'mcoming with you: the wombats,

Tarn: tainted love: soft cell,

Pharma: losing my mind: Mystery skulls,

Megatron: life: Neffex, Empire of steel: Essenger,

Rung: lanterns: birds of Tokyo, starlight Brigade: TWRP,

Kup: Fortunate son: creedance Clearwater revival,

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[problemduetest4life]

what time-period accurate songs do you think Jeremy listens to in TSC? I want to know ALL of your thoughts on this

OKAY I'VE BEEN COOKING THIS UP FOR A FEW DAYS NOW

Like a Bird by Bell Fury Ado ofc

jk jk that song and My Prerogative by Britney Spears are Jean songs ONLY

Okay let's get into this...

Could You Be Loved by Bob Marley and the Wailers (1980)

Jeremy is a beach boy at the end of the day. I know he can surf, I know he can in my heart. I also think Bob Marley's music hits for him because a lot of it is about peace, love, and justice. When he drives to school from his family's house this is the music he listens to fix the good vibes for the day.

Disappear by Beyonce (2008)

Jeremy is a secret sad music enjoyer. I think this is a drive home song for him.

The more I think about it The less that I was able to share with you I try to reach for you, I can almost feel you You're nearly here And then you disappear 

pre-jerejean y'all, I know you see it

Won't Go Home Without You by Maroon 5 (2007)

Look at the end of the day Jeremy is a white boy in the early 2000's and he is allowed to be basic! Imagine he's driving to his families house at the end of the day, where he doesn't want to be, and he's just had a painful talk with Jean and he's just belting "It's not over tonight, Just give me one more chance to make it right, I may not make it through the night, I won't go home without you" DO YOU SEE THE VISION!?!?!?

I saw your post about the alt-rock angst for bad days and I wholeheartedly agree. This is more pining and less "big sad".

BUT IF WE'RE GOING TO DO DAD ROCK THEN WE HAVE TO DO SOME DIVORCED DAD ROCK

Lips Of An Angel by Hinder

This is a joke but also-

MY GIRLS IN THE NEXT ROOM SOMETIMES I WISH SHE WAS YOUUUU

Pocket Full of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield (2007)

I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! But when he's in a funk Cat plays this from the boombox and it always wins at least a smile out of him just because it's sooo dumb

His party music is Rihanna. Why? Because it's Rihanna. (Shut Up and Drive, Breaking Dishes & SOS to my specific) (2006&2007)

He also listens to Aaliyah because she's a queen. Like sexy Jeremy = Rock the Boat (2001). You heard it here first kids. Jeremy think's he's alone in the kitchen and is bussin it down and Jean walks in, has a whole 'nother sexuality crisis.

I truly imagine the Trojans going to bar that plays Ne-Yo, Sean Paul, Timbaland, Usher, Akon, T-Pain, Christina Aguilera, Jordin Sparks... I know they are menaces in the off-season. I promise you the student athletes with good reputations can be INSANE on the low

BUT FOR 90'S BOPS

I don't know why but I'm gravitating towards No Doubt. Spiderwebs and I'm Just A Girl. I can see him having a baby sitter who would listen to it and he would always want to listen to it as a kid and his parents were like "omg he must have a crush on her so cuteeee" but really he's just gay and has taste.

I think Jeremy would also be like the type of person to still be softly singing along to the music while being stressed out. Like he's texting about something important but under his breath he's like "get it calculated, do the math, made a thousand songs that make ya move ya ass"

I know the Trojan's lockerroom and lift playlists are deadly too

[canines-alter-creation]

hi !! 🎀 anon again,, could we get a lvl 3 rainbow dash (dealers choice lolz) to be the in sys gf for our pinkie pie? thanks !!

-🎀

Hi!! Here is your Rainbow Dash, she's a bit simple, just because we don't know much about MLP but I hope we did it well! And I hope you like her!

As always, not all packs will turn out exactly as described, but I hope it is still helpful

> Name(s): Rain, Rainy, Rayne, Dash, Dasher, Dashie, Rainbow Dash, 

> Pronoun(s): she/zip/zap/thun/run/race/fly/wing/red/orange/yellow/green/blue/indigo/violet

> Age: ageless due to being sort of nonhuman, but an adult

> Gender: rockgender, sourfizzgender, popgender, sologender, 

> Sexuality: lesbian

> Role: Romanticor; a role we created to cover alters that exist to be other alter’s partners, their role may include being supportive of their partner and their partner’s job, taking care of their partner emotionally, and also handling situations for their partner. OR a Protector

> Source: Rainbow Dash

> Faceclaims:

> Sign-offs: 🪽, 🌈, 🏳️‍🌈, 🥽, ⚡

> Song theme:

> Front triggers(pos/neg/neu):

+ Driving fast, Pinkie being in or around front, bright colors, loud music

/ Pinkie just in general, sourcemates

- Things that may or did upset Pinkie, her girlfriend being upset, being bored

> Likes/dislikes:

+ Driving fast, running around, spending time with Pinkie, doing whatever makes Pinkie happy,

- things that make Pinkie upset, being away from Pinkie, boring jobs or activites

> Personality: Very brash and loud, Rain loves to insert themselves into situations, pushing their nose in. She can sometimes be somewhat overwhelming, especially when she’s with her girlfriend. Together they are good party planners, but can sometimes not know where to draw the line. 

> Ways they do their role: Zip would be very supportive of Pinkie, following after them, holding her stuff, and doing everything in her power to take care of her. She may also be very protective of the body and her people, wanting them to be safe. She's loud and brash and not afraid to stand up for what zap believes in. 

> Inner world occupation or behavior: She may like to race, or like to work near a race track. Especially if you have other alters that are

> Possible outerworld behavior: May be impulsive, but very loving. May especially like going fast, this could include not completing work to its fullest just to have it done, and may also impulse spend money on things for Pinkie.

[sunskate]

JGP Bangkok Ice Dance results

just finding the time and brain to catch up - 2 event weekends are a lot ☺️

i love Martins/Kowalczyk's tango FD - we don't see many female and male choreographer duos (Kaitlyn W and Mitch Islam) who are also both ice dancers creating a program together, and there's more detail in the interplay between the partners in this because of it maybe. the team feel inspired by the material

Kishimoto/Tamura - a Tokyo Drift FD that ends with Shut Up and Drive - it starts off pretty strong but loses its way after the twizzles - the 2nd song just gives very little to listen to and goes on for a long time, and the Rihanna song doesn't save it. they had little mistakes and level issues in that 2nd section, but they're good performers and have grown as skaters and are capable of so much, so i hope their team reworks that middle section. because the judges weren't having it. a little bit surprising from IAM. K/T were supposed to compete at Championnats in August but withdrew last minute - she was in the building in training clothes with her hair up like she was going to perform, so idk what happened

the two French teams- Bernard/Bonetto's mime FD feels so very French. Mouaden/Bigot were the talented babies last season, it's a pleasure to see them again after a year of growth - they're still only 14/15. juniors have some creative lifts - like this one

and so many teams doing CPom's spin position- there have to be more than a dozen all together

Nguyen/Giang skate this very well, but you can't see the music in the choreo - it might fit the counts, but so often doesn't express what the music is doing. the program's not cohesive, so the most effective parts like the RoLi don't have the impact they should. it's a shame, because the team is really good and have been taught well in many other ways

the Peals had a good competition, and they must be relieved that their scores here are comparable to their best of last season- at Lake Placid, the US judge weirdly wasn't in their corner

Aboian/Veselukhin - her lovely balletic qualities stand out, but they've been very consistent - maturity from them, smart program from their team. they flew from Bangkok and are competing at JGP Ankara this weekend

and congrats to Tali/Lafornara for securing their spot at the JGP Final 🥳

[ladylucksrogue]

thank you to @snips2112 for this awesome idea. It was so much fun to explore Liri's character this way :)

Color: Purple - purple can stand for many things, such as luxury and wealth, something that plays a big part of Liri's life. She's a self-made woman on Coruscant, a wealthy lawyer. It can also represent independence, arrogance, be a bit over the top. These are all traits that Liri has, she's independant to a fault sometimes, can be a little arrogant and over the top. Because purple is a blend of red and blue, it's seen as embracing aspects of both colors, wisdom and calmness of blue and the passion of red, also traits that fit well to her. It's as bold as she is, but also can have the bit of whimsy and playfulness, the softness that only comes out around those she truly trusts and cares for, like Wolffe.

Flower: mira blossoms - these are made up specifically for my story. They come from her homeworld. She has a mira tree in her courtyard that she tends to. The flowers hold a significant meaning for her, they only bloom under certain conditions. The humidity and temperature have to be just right. Surprisingly, on a city planet like Coruscant, they bloom quite often, her tree does well and she has a lot of the flowers. It's very reminiscent of her story. She too has thrived on Coruscant, has overcome a lot to be where she is. They represent her resilliency, which is why she has a line of these blossoms tattooed down her back.

Animal: panther - Panthers symbolize rebirth, which is fitting because the image Liri created of herself is very much a transformation. Like the panther, Liri is very much like an apex predator in her field. She's beautiful and awe inspring, but very few have the nerve to approach her. Panthers represent power, something very important to her in her field. She is ambitious and at times ruthless in her work. As a result, a lot like the panther, she is a bit of a loner. And really, if we are going to delve into animal symbolism with her relationship with Wolffe here, then why not, his animal symbol would obviously be the wolf, who also can be loners, but are fiercly protective of their own. Panthers, and Liri are the same. And although when they first met, they circled around each other a bit, curious and wary of each other, but too mesmerized to let the other go, that grew into a deep admiration and eventually love of each other.

Scent: Jasmine - Liri actually turns the mira blossoms she grows into oils, for both her home and her own beauty products and fragrances. For simplicity, I chose jasmine, because that is what they smell like.

Song: All of Me by John Legend - This song just encompasses how Wolffe and Liri feel about each other. It's such a beautiful and emotional song. Early in their relationship, I would have said songs like "Shut up and Drive" by Rihanna or Slow Hands by Niall Horan with more the focus on the physical side of things. But most of their story is learning to embrace everything that they are to each other.

Feeling: Safety- It takes Liri a long time to admit to herself that this is what has been missing from her life. At the beginning of their relationship, she straight up told Wolffe she doesn't like to cuddle. He sort of saw through that. Really, she loves it, but initially it made her feel vulnerable. The quote and the picture just show what she loves the most, feeling safe in his arms, knowing that he's there when she needs him, but that he is also willing to give her the space she needs too. The quote is

"There is a softness, In his masculinity, A protective warmth, That whispers, I know you don't need me, But I'll always be here" - L.E. Bowman

Open tag to anyone who has an OC and wants to do this!

[kuri-crocus]

A list of songs I associate with Good Omens now but it is random and mostly not that deep

Me (an elder Gen Z) found my MP3 Player I got in 2010 and GO-fyed serval songs in my head. Others that aren't from the MP3-Player are songs I listen to to while browsing GO related stuff. For some of them it's just buzz words and vibes because I don't understand all lyrics word by word, sometimes I don't speak the language at all... Some call to action before I start with the list: Tell me which songs you did or didn't knew before if you like :) Anyway here is it:

Halo by Beyoncé

Sweetest Poison by Nu Pagadi (Engl. Translation but Nightcore)

Natteravn by Rasmus Seebach

Bloody Mary by Lady Gaga

Wretched And Divine by Black Veil Brides

Fallen Angels by Black Veil Brides

Lost by Linkin Park

Reich mir die Hand by Blutengel

Shut Up And Drive by Rihanna

Telephone by Lady Gaga ft. Beyoncé

Crush by Jennifer Paige

I Gotta Feeling by The Black Eyed Peas

My Heart Skips a Beat by Olly Murs

El Amor, El Amor (Zumba Fitness) (Note: A silly one I just know Amor means love in spanish...)

Beautiful by MARA, Robert Taylor & Beto Perez

Bailando Bachata by Chayanne

Somebody's Watching Me by Rockwell

I Feel Love by Jeanette Biedermann

Ready for Love by Cascada

Herz an Herz by Blümchen

Magia by Kalafina (Note: I consider this as my fav song ever, it has apocalyptic vibes, so it has to be here!)

Crucified by Army Of Lovers

They Don't Care About Us by Michael Jackson

Daylight in your eyes by No Angels

Do you like what you see by Ivy Quainoo

My head is a jungle, jungle by Emma Louise and Wankelmut

In The Dark by Dev

Angel Of Darkness by Alex Christensen ft. Yasmin Knoch

Destiny by Vanessa Mae

There Must Be An Angel (Playing With My Heart) by Eurythmics

Licht und Schatten by Super Moonies (Note: I know this is a sily one)

Can't Get You Out Of My Head by Kylie Minogue 

Kiss Me by Rea Garvey

Don't know what to do by Blackpink

Ahsoka Ending theme by Kevin Kiner (I don't care if it's Star Wars, now it's GO!)

Spice up you life by Spice Girls (Also don't care if it's DW related now it's GO related as well!)

Brave Enough by Lindsey Stirling ft. Christina Perri (Original / Nightcore I listen to)

Love's Just A Feeling by Lindsey Stirling ft. Rooty (Original / Nightcore I listen to)

Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush (Note: This one is only here because of @thesherrinfordfacility 's amazing edit! Thanks for that!)

Cheers when you read until here!

[moira-mains-go-to-hell]

(I love doing shit like this because I like to introduce people to new music, I might do it with KISS next, I don’t know)

In honor of the Super Bowl halftime performance 2016 me would have killed 30 men for, here are Rihanna songs I would associate with the Overwatch Women

Includes: ALL OF THEM

Stay (ft Mikky Ekko) - Ana

Always genuinely on the move, puts a strain on all of her relationships, romantic or platonic

Kiss It Better - Ashe

Would throw away her pride in every sense of the world for you. Would take you back every time. Wouldn’t care if it was unhealthy.

Only Girl - Brigitte

Brig seems like she is such a himbo, and she is, and you will make sure your himbo knows her importance. This song is more for himbo brig x brat, but I FUCKING STAND BY IT.

Shut Up and Drive - D.va

… her engine is ready to explode… I AM KIDDING (not really) but that high energy cockiness that’s masked with that “I have no clue what I’m doing ;)” attitude screams her.

S&M - Junker Queen

It’s the BDE, moving on

If It’s Lovin’ That You Want - Kiriko

The persistence of this song in its tone, is Kiriko. She is laying out what she brings to the table and why she should be with you.

Umbrella - Mei

She really does seem like the dedicated type. Goes out of her way to see you smile.

Diamonds - Mercy

Trying to hold her up like fucking atlas because of the shit she sees as a combat medic. She has a cheerful attitude but I can easily see her needing your support within closed doors.

Cockiness - Moira

Wearing the biggest scowl on her face while listening, but her foot is TAPPING. You catch her listening to it in her lab one day, she blames it on your shared music streaming service.

SOS - Pharah

Pharah stops the car wherever you are going just to jam to this fucking song. It’s her bop. She fucking loves you and you love her too, and it’s one of those “touch my wife and I’ll keep your fingers on my keys” loves.

Te Amo - Sojourn

She feels like she has a very raw love. When it’s you and her, it’s just you and her. “I love you” is a very solid statement with her, and not something he throws around.

Rude Boy - Sombra

The wildness masked by a calm collected persona of “I’m allowing this” is so fucking her. She taunts, and you love it because she is blunt about what she wants.

Pon de Replay - Symettra

Is it mainly because I can see her vibing to it? Yes. Is it also because it would be cute to dance with her to it to get her out of her stuffy shell? Yes.

We Found Love - Tracer

With her being in Overwatch, and basically being on the verge of blipping out of existence at all times if her accelerator decides it wants to shit out, being together is fucking hard.

Disturbia- Widowmaker

“What’s wrong with me? Why do I feel like this?” Are the first fucking words she said when she fell in fucking love with you, first of all. She tries her best to ignore it, but to no avail. It’s fucking rampant and she can only sedate it by being with you.

Where Have You Been - Zarya

Zarya seems so out of reach as a woman, and the grip that she has on the people that love her, is insane. Then again, she would sing this to you because she is that enamored.

[lajulie24]

12 and 19?

12. Do you have a playlist for your current WIP(s)? Share it?

I don’t have a specific playlist, but here are a few songs I’ve been listening to that are inspiring me for some of my current WIPs:

For The Solo Girls:

I Found by Amber Run (for several characters)

Shut Up and Drive by Rihanna (for my flyboys and adrenaline junkies in the Resistance)

Technicolor Beat by Oh Wonder (for some folks falling in love)

Paradise by Coldplay (in particular for Rey, but several characters as well)

Come What May - from “Moulin Rouge” by Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman (I have a headcanon that there may have been occasional sing-a-long moments at home in the Organa-Solo-Skywalker-Antilles family, especially where Jaina is concerned)

For Han/Leia more generally:

The Dark by ZZ Ward (for Leia in particular but also for the way Han understands her)

22 Make by Oh Wonder (“I’m a little over complicating everything that feels right” seems on point for them)

Meet Me At Our Spot by THE ANXIETY, WILLOW, Tyler Cole (“Caught a vibe / Baby, are you coming for the ride?”)

Fever by Dua Lipa and Angèle (“Tell me what you wanna do right now / ‘cause I don’t really want to cool it down”)

It’s Gonna Be Me by Kevin Garrett (Yes, it’s a cover of an N’SYNC song, but it’s a really good one! And feels right for Han’s determination to be the right one for Leia)

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

From an upcoming one-shot tentatively called, “Another time”:

[I was asked to assist with the efforts to troubleshoot the speeders], Chewie replied. [They think the freezing problem may be related to a faulty moisture barrier–]

“Yeah, yeah, okay, I’m comin’,” Han said, but Chewie stopped him.

[I do not believe they require your assistance], Chewie said. [You are free to bother the Little Princess this evening instead.]

Granted, Chewie had a lot more expertise on complex electrical systems than Han did, but the usual way this worked was that Chewie examined the systems and provided advice, Han helped translate, and once their little consultation was done he and Chewie peeled off to win a bunch of credits off the Rogues or whoever else was around for sabacc.

[Threepio will provide translation, as needed], Chewie said, as if anticipating Han’s protest. [Their Shryiiwook is improving. And our usual card players are away, in any case.]

Right. Luke and the Rogues were away on a mission.

“‘M not gonna go bother anybody,” Han protested mildly.

[Sometimes she needs bothering], Chewie observed. [She will burn herself out if she does not rest. Or eat.]

Fine, maybe he would go see Leia later. Someone had to keep her on her toes.

___

That was fun, thank you for the ask!

“I was bored and anxious, so I slapped together a list of fanfic asks…” (not my title, but it works!)

[jennamacaroni]

1. Starry night

"Let's go for a drive."

Ava blinks her eyes open, pats apologetically at the damp spot of drool she's left on the shoulder of Deborah's flannel and squints blearily at the face of her father's watch. They're down in the basement snuggled on the couch Ava picked out last month, the only other place in the house where Deborah allows a TV. Unsolved Mysteries is on, the volume low. "Are you serious? It's almost midnight."

"Oh come on," Deborah says, smacking Ava's thigh before using it to push herself to standing. "You're young! Your kind thrive at these witching hours."

"Where are we going?"

Deborah shrugs but winks over her shoulder as she makes her way across the room.

"You're scheming!"

She pauses at the foot of the stairs then turns back to Ava who is still sprawled across the couch and twisted in her favorite blue blanket. "C'mon, honey. As my friend Rihanna would say, 'shut up and drive'."

"First, it's so unfair when you bring up that you're friends and yet I haven't been introduced. Second, I can drive?" Ava asks, suddenly very much awake and scrambling to her feet, trying to escape the confines of the blanket while simultaneously switching off the TV. She runs barefooted after Deborah, taking the stairs two at a time.

Deborah's cackle echoes down the marbled hallway as she heads towards the kitchen. "In your dreams, maybe."

Ava rolls her eyes even though Deborah can't see. The only time she's ever driven Rolls was that cursed afternoon in Primm, and even then she could only top out at a whopping fifteen miles per hour.

"Fine, but we're stopping for road trip snacks."

"Nothing neon. Or anything that turns your tongue another color." Ava frowns, she was looking forward to a giant blue raspberry Icee. "Oh, and absolutely no hot dogs, they're disgusting just rolling around for god knows how long under those heat lamps."

Ava smirks, then brings her fist to her mouth, miming a blow job.

"No matter how lewd and delicious you look eating them," Deborah adds, grabbing her keys from the junk drawer and rewarding Ava with that tongue in cheek thing that never fails at making Ava wet.

-----

Deborah loves to drive. Especially at night when the highways are empty out well past the confines of the city. Where the streetlights cease and the desert opens up, flat and pitch-black and endless.

She's playing Charlie Parker tonight through the Bluetooth, whistling along in perfect harmony and knowing nearly every song by heart.

They don't usually talk on these drives and it's that way tonight. Deborah used to take them alone whenever she needed time to herself: to think or to blow off some steam, or if the insomnia was particularly bad. But she started inviting Ava a few months ago and they're content just to be together as Deborah speeds through the desert night.

She guns the engine, pushing the car faster in the straightaways. Ava sips her diet Coke as the momentum pushes her against the seat, alternating between watching Deborah and staring up out the window into the clear desert sky. The moon is hardly a sliver, the light coming only from thousands of stars above and the brightness of the car's headlights ahead.

Eventually Deborah slows and exits, continuing a few minutes before pulling off to the shoulder of the road and killing the engine.

"Is this where you're burying my body? I don't think this model of Rolls comes with a shovel in the driver side door."

Deborah laughs, turning her head to face Ava in the passenger seat. "Not this time." She stares across at Ava in the dim overhead lights and Ava knows she's about to be surprised with whatever is going to come out of that beautiful mouth next. "Show me that stargazing app again."

Ava smiles around the straw, biting it between her teeth. "Oh so you did like it!"

Deborah doesn't answer, pursing her lips to hide her smile.

"Well I'm counting this as a point in the Ava Daniels win column and also I'm definitely getting high first."

"You do that, hon," Deborah says leaning across the center console and Ava's lap to flick open the passenger door. Ava catches the collar of Deborah's flannel before she can fully retreat, pulling her up into a quick kiss.

"I fucking love you."

Deborah hums against Ava's lips. "I love you too."

They climb onto the hood, the metal still warm, and Ava rolls a small joint as Deborah holds up Ava's iPhone to the sky and peers at the screen, moving it around as the app traces out the constellations. Their bodies are almost completely pressed together from shoulder to foot, Deborah's legs stretching just a bit longer.

"Cassiopeia," Deborah says as Ava lights up, pointing up and to the right to trace a cluster of stars.

"A vain bitch," Ava says, exhaling perfect o's.

Deborah snorts. "Whatever happened to not shaming women for being confident and, what was it, 'owning their shit?'"

"Ugh I hate when you use my own words against me."

"That's why I do it as much as possible. Oh, see that bright one?" Deborah points to the brightest star directly overhead. "Saturn!"

"Definitely the hottest planet. Those rings? Like, damn, Saturn did not have to go that hard, but it's so sexy that it did. And Cassini, my dear sweet Cassini, the little spacecraft that could. Taking all those incredible photos before finally running out of fuel and plunging into the atmosphere to burn up. It's like hella romantic."

Deborah turns her attention from the sky to kiss Ava's cheek. "You're so weird."

"You love it."

"Impossibly, I do."

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Investigations (Part 6): Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.8k

tw: NSFW

masterlist

song recommendation:

"Mommy, you're getting bigger!"

The slapping of Kai's shoes on the wood flooring, his little body rushing toward you with his arms spread wide, is enough to make you forget the emptiness you felt like an ache in your soul.

"Kai, don't say that..."

Ran chastises him, coming through the door with the Paw Patrol bag slung over his suited shoulder.

"It's fine," you reply, squatting down to hold your son close. "He's just a kid." Ran doesn't respond. He just slides the backpack off his shoulder and shuts your apartment door, sitting it on the marble counter before walking around the fixture slowly.

"Packed five changes of clothes," he begins, ticking off his fingers. "Snacks and a water bottle. Some toys. And the books you wanted."

"Thanks," you whisper, unzipping the backpack to check if he made sure the clothes were matching this time.

"Y/n..." You sigh, feeling Ran's fingers slide up your hips and rest on your small bump. "You should really reconsider this. You're going to need help with the baby, and--"

"Ran." You don't face him; you can't look at his sad eyes. They're too convincing... Too alluring. You'd separated for a reason, not because you wanted to play coy. "We need to get through counseling before I can consider anything."

"I miss you." The words are like a siren's call to your heart, and you want to turn around. You want to hold him and kiss him and... But he'd just do the same thing over and over again. His lies would become more convincing, and you'd be in dire straits, all while sleeping next to a lying manipulator.

You decide the heartbreak isn't worth it.

"I'll see you on Sunday evening." Ran gets the hint. His hands slip away from your body and he says a soft "bye, champ" to Kai before walking out of the door.

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You remember the day Ran came to get you like it was yesterday.

Cliche, but true.

He'd stormed into the little home Taiju had allowed you to remain in, his violet eyes blazing with anger and betrayal. Taiju followed behind him, yellow eyes apologetic and maybe even a little guilty.

"I'm sorry, y/n," Taiju whispered, hanging his head. "I--"

"Pack your things." Ran grabbed you by the wrist, yanking you toward the room you'd just emerged from, but you snatched it back, snapping,

"Fuck off."

In a split second, Ran had his hand raised in the air, poised to slap the taste out of your mouth without a second thought. But he stopped himself, remembering where he was. Who he was with. And who you were.

Taiju yanked you behind him in the milliseconds between Ran raising his hand and the thought of slapping you crossing his mind, full of fury.

"You can hit me, but if you hit her..." The threat stood between the two men, holding them apart with the promise of violence beyond your rashest fears.

"I want a divorce," you croaked.

Ran's eyes softened, and his mind flitted from the "I" to the "want" to the "a" and settled on "divorce".

"Y/n, please, I--"

"I want a fucking divorce."

The drive home with Taiju was the longest drive you'd ever endured.

And then you found out... you were pregnant. The timing couldn't have been worse. You only told Taiju - mainly because he would end up being the godfather due to the circumstances - but when you asked for a divorce, you had moved out.

Ran committed to helping pay for your apartment while you looked for a job, but once you found one as an administrative assistant to someone your family knew, you rejected any and all payments. Kai was shared between the two of you without a court order (you got weekends, he got weekdays), and you'd gotten used to living on your own for the first time in over five years.

And Kai... Kai hadn't understood why Mommy wouldn't be with him Monday through Friday. But Ran tried to explain it in soft tones and gentle hand-holding, and somehow it sunk in that Mommy needed to "work" and Daddy would do most of the caretaking while you worked hard for your independence.

But as the weeks passed, signs appeared, and Ran caught on pretty quickly with his methodical calculations and scrutinizing eyes. And when he found out you were pregnant and hadn't told him?

You sat through a half-hour-long, tear-filled speech that emphasized that Ran would be a part of the child's life in any and every way possible. Through that conversation, though, you agreed to marriage counseling. So... maybe it was good that he found out the way he did.

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"Mr. Haitani, do you want this marriage to work for you or against you?"

"What kind of question is that?" Ran scoffs, crossing his arms.

"It's the kind of question that just might save you from being divorced and alone."

You can see Ran soften, uncrossing his arms and leaning his head on his propped-up hand.

"I want it to work."

"And Mrs. Haitani? Same question." When the woman turns to you, you feel something in your own heart crack, and for a moment, you think it's the pregnancy hormones that are making you cry. But you shake your head at yourself, wiping your eyes preemptively.

"I want it to work. For us. I don't want Kai to be without a father." A pause. "And I don't want to be without my husband." You don't see how Ran reacts because you're too busy sobbing into your own hands, feeling every single emotion you've held at bay come crashing down on you. But the large couch dips, and Ran places his arm around you, enveloping you in a hug as you weep.

"Then we need to rebuild trust before we can get to true reconciliation. Can I recommend something?"

"Please," Ran replies.

"Spend this evening just being honest with each other. Nothing distracting you two, just the two of you and your truth. Mr. Haitani, you need to be open enough to be honest and give her the answers to any questions she might have. And Mrs. Haitani, you need to do the same."

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You're sitting between Ran's legs, staring at the crackling fire while he rests his large hands on your knees.

"Ask me anything."

The floor is open. The first question that comes to mind is:

"How long have you been in gangs?"

"Since I was thirteen." Seventeen years... This is a way of life for Ran.

"You've killed a man before." A statement, not a question.

"Many. But never for fun." You turn to look at him, and Ran looks down at you, raising his brows. "Never. And very rarely these days." South.

"Did you ever think about leaving?"

"All the time. The first time was when you and I got married. Then when we had Kai... then when you found out."

"And what's stopping you?" Ran thinks long and hard.

"It wouldn't make you trust me any more than you do now." You nod, quirking your lips to the left. That is true. "But also... I want to provide for both of you. I can't leave without some consequences. And we'd never be safe. But I can provide safety for us if I'm in power."

That is also true.

"Can I ask a question?" Ran whispers.

"Of course."

"Do you really want to divorce me?" You stare at the flames again, the answer very clear for the both of you. You just have to say it out loud.

"No." Ran sighs, dropping his head on your shoulder.

"I can't be without you." You lean your head on his and close your eyes, letting his lips press against your skin. "Please, come home."

"When we finish counseling," you promise. "I'll come home."

"Can you stay with me tonight, though?" You hesitate, but Ran cups your neck in his hand, whispering "please" into your skin and you give in. What good is it to fight the thing you want? To fight the man you need?

You kiss Ran with everything that you are, turning around to embrace him gently. You run your hands through his hair, tugging the short locks slightly as he lifts you onto his lap and kisses you deeply.

"Never leave me again," Ran pants, running his hands up your back. "Please. I felt like I could barely breathe without you."

"Never break my trust again," you reply, and Ran hums softly, littering kisses all over your face. "And I won't ever leave you."

Your lovemaking is slow and thoughtful in front of the fire, Ran's hands holding your hips with feather-light touches, and swiping your hair away from your face whenever he can't see your eyes staring back at him. It's this type of sex that Ran seems to take the most pleasure in... the closeness, the sweetness, the passion... it's all wrapped up in his soul, and he's pouring it out to you without words.

"I want you to be happy here," Ran grunts, stroking your g-spot with his skilled length and kissing the swell of your breasts at the same time. "With me."

You moan, and Ran opens his mouth to speak again.

"And I want you to be safe." He pauses, swirling a nipple around with his tongue. "And warm..." Ran's hands move from your hips to your face, and he leans down to brush his nose against yours. "And mine."

"You're all that I am," you breathe, and Ran's eyes light up, remembering the part of your vows you had said on your wedding day, which were completely unscripted.

"And you are all that I will be." His reply makes you arch your back upward, and you shake as he brings you to your climax, stroking all of the right spots and tending to your every need.

"R-Ran..."

"Shhh... Kai's sleeping. Don't want to wake him, do you?" Ran teases as your body clenches around his cock. "Gotta be quiet or-- fuck, fuck... Oh, my god..." Ran shudders, cumming inside of you with stuttering hips and fingers gripping your hands in his. When you both slow your pants and come down from your highs, Ran pulls you up and onto his body, leaning back onto the soft, plush carpet - and still inside of you.

You both stare into the fire, tangled and merged with one another by a red thread.

"I can't let go of you," Ran murmurs, and you look up at him in question. A tear tracks from the corner of his eye, and you swipe at it, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"You don't have to." You lay back down on his chest, trying to remain awake and relish this time with him, but you feel yourself slipping, falling, crashing into a deep sleep, one you've needed for a long time.

[sassysnowperson]

playlist music meme

I was tagged by @brynnmclean in a playlist meme!

Here are the rules:

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

Ten people is...a lot of people. We'll see how many I actually tag when I get to the end of this post.

Okay! So the playlist I'm using I've called Mood Lift - though really Energy Lift is more accurate. This is my dancing/cleaning/soup making playlist. Let's put it on shuffle and here we gooooo:

Opps - Vince Staples & Yugen Blackrock. From the Black Panther soundtrack, love the thudding drums. This one is on a subplaylist in my mind - Songs to Rob a Bank To.

Sidekick - WALK THE MOON. This is just a very happy song for me. Always gets me moving. Bonus as good song for soundtracking a friends to friends-with-benefits who are still pining helplessly sort of story.

Daisy - Fang Island. Someone once described Fang Island music as the feeling you get when everyone is high-fiving everybody else, and this song is really the perfect encapsulation of that feeling.

Shrimp - Dessa. I love Dessa, and this minute-long autobiographical rap won me over with the line, "Always a bridesmaid....NEVER AN ASTRONAUT!" Also, random trivia, this was my pandemic handwashing song.

Handclap - Fitz and Tantrums. Always good for an energy hit!

Liquid Lunch - Caro Emerald. While I've wandered away from it, I did have a steampunk phase, and a takeaway from it is a lingering love of electroswing - expecially this song.

Graffiti - CHVRCHES. Sometimes you just want electronic eighties inspired female fronted goodness, and CHVRCHES always delivers. Even if I do have to spell the band name out three times to get it right.

bad guy - Billie Eilish. Also on the Songs to Rob a Bank To playlist. It's the snapping. Love a song with a menacing snap.

Shut Up and Drive - Rihanna. Gets me dancing!

Ballroom Blitz - Sweet. So, fun fact about me. I make toffee sometimes. And toffee making requires that you vigorously stir a pot for twelve straight minutes. Ballroom Blitz is the best song I've found for getting through the 7-11 minute slump. It's even got a scream in a good spot for when the sugar mixture starts to thicken and it feels like my arm is going to fall off.

There you have it! A mix of songs on my high energy playlist.

Okay, tagging people. @virusq, @tobermoriansass, @chamerionwrites, @boogerwookiesugarcookie, @islandbetweenrivers - if any of you are interested, I'd love to see it!

And I also tag YOU, person reading this who wishes they had been tagged. Tag me if you do it based on this post!