#beck: yellow brick road

[reiremington]

They had gotten split up at some point along the way, but they'd find their way back to each other eventually. He'd made it all the way to the marketplace without crossing paths and no one seemed to recognise who he was asking about, so he turned back down the yellow brick road, determined to find his companion.

As a blade came shooting out of the brush, instinct took him a step back, enough to prevent the blade from connecting with his head and instead into the tree behind him. "Your aim is a little off," he replied as he moved into clear view. Even without her voice, Rei would have known who it was. "Have you been hiding in the bushes this whole time? There's a market up ahead, you know."

Hidden in the shadows of a covering of trees, Beck waits, eyes trained outward. She's not truly sure what's going on, but there's this new, undeniable instinct in her - to hunt. There's these odd memories, of a childhood being tormented by a witch - seemingly so vivid, but also just not seeimg... right. Her attention quickly flickers at the sound of movement ahead in the clearing, and without thinking she acts on an impulse of years of training - throwing a dagger directly towards the individual crossing her path. The blade misses them narrowly, swooping past the side of their head and slamming into the trunk of a tree behind.

Beck stares down at her hand, realising what the hell she's just done - the normal part of her mind panicking that she could have just killed someone, while the enchanted part assesses for friend or foe ahead. With widened eyes, she takes a small step out of her hiding, still partially covered by the foliage. "Who goes there?" Her hand reaches down to her belt, for her next weapon if needed, especially if a witch stands ahead.

[tomoleary]

Ian Beck - Original front cover artwork for Elton John’s Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

[nevver]

Goodbye yellow brick road, Ian Beck

[luminanceofficial]

Lucy O'Connor // Character Playlist

Below the cut! We're taking this character-by-character. Unfortunately, we can't link a playlist for, uh. Reasons. We hope the list provided below will suffice. Take this as sort of a gauge on vibes for these characters, if anything. :)

One last thing-- songs that are very very important are gold. Have fun!

DARE -- Gorillaz

19-2000 -- Gorillaz

Gives You Hell -- The All-American Rejects

Kids With Guns -- Gorillaz

Loser -- Beck

Harness Your Hopes - B-side -- Pavement

Dancing With Myself -- Billy Idol

Scar Tissue -- Red Hot Chili Peppers

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road -- Elton John

On Melancholy Hill -- Gorillaz

Dirty Harry -- Gorillaz

Feel Good Inc -- Gorillaz

Tranz -- Gorillaz

Bigmouth Strikes Again -- The Smiths

[retropopcult]

1973

[jed-scholten-jpg]

Goodbye Chick-fil-A

Based on the Goodbye Yellow Brick Road album art by Ian Beck

Yesterday was my last day at Chick-fil-A after being there for about 2.5 years. Felt a bit bittersweet about it, so I made this.

[markvogler]

Elton John for 1, please! Managed to snag a last-minute ticket drop for the here in Munich on Thursday at the Olympic Hall! The clerk looked at my order and then at me sadly and asked, "Alone?! "Yes..." I say simply and continue in the silence of my own head, thinking, "...Bitch, why wouldn't I? (chuckles) Why would I not do something just because I don't have someone with me? Why would I miss this opportunity?" and then I smile and wait while he prints the ticket. Besides, I've gotten great seats as a single at many concerts while traveling. Why would I not live life because there's a social stigma of doing things like this alone? F that & 🎶Hello Yellow-Brick Road!🎶 #beardedsingle (at Ludwig Beck am Rathauseck-Textilhaus Feldmeier AG) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cras8dsu6JS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[regco-art]

how I imagine the aftermath of Ian Beck's iconic Goodbye Yellow Brick Road album cover painting bc homie looks like he has to walk pretty far in some bigass platform shoes

[blackmidiarchive]

“BLACK MIDI, NEW ROAD” CHRISTMAS EXTRAVAGANZA! AT THE WINDMILL, BRIXTON (19/12/19) – LIVE REVIEW - Jimmy McCormac

‘SOLD OUT. Please don’t even ask’ is pasted on the ramshackle door of The Windmill. It is packed. Innumerable print outs of christmas songs litter the stage. Every ‘BM’ chord is written in bold. A nod to Black Midi’s ‘BmBmBm’. There is a real homeliness to the venue. Not at every gig do you see a man and his dog sitting at the bar.

Opening up, Wood plays a low key solo set. He’s sat on a bar stool with his guitar playing slowed down doo wop. He delivers lyrics about how he “stripped out his insides” telling someone “he loved them in front of Black Midi”. His legs are trembling along to his nervous shudder of a voice that goes in and out of a yodelling type falsetto. Although brief it was an intimate, theatrical moment of brilliance. The guest live.

Following a short break, an insane, progressive jazz jam is formed. The only few absences come from Ellery and Kelvin. A real shame. Especially when Kelvin was in the audience (only making a very brief appearance). Nevertheless the group still deliver. Sounding a bit like Miles Davis electric period mixed with King Crimson. Evans sax playing is in free form ‘Bitches Brew’ and ‘On The Corner’ style. To the point where he had to stop for a coughing fit. While Kershaw’s keys are very reminiscent to its predecessor, ‘In A Silent Way’. The other members play in tones not unalike John Mclaughlin, Johnny Sharrock and Greg Lake. The members jumped off each others energy. Wayne and Simpson play mind altering rush hour traffic drums. Both fighting bits of the streamer backdrop off their bodies. At one point Wood throws his guitar down to become a conductor. He raises his arms convulsively up and down. In response Simpson and Wayne deliver dynamic shifts in tempo.

The members interchange with some dangerous leaps from stage monitors to get their pint fix. One streamline jump from Simpson made me question if he trained for the olympics. The substituting members somehow carry the jam forward seamlessly. Their devoured bottles of becks are now smashed, lining the front row of the audience. The pint glasses from band members and audience alike are piled up shrinelike on the speakers.

Mid way through the set Greep leaps behind the drum kit while Wayne gets a pint. He grabs the mic and shouts “For one night and one night only. Geordie Greep on drums!” as if he is some kind of circus announcer. Wood makes a secondary announcement for those at the back. Greep delivers a collected drum solo alongside Simpson. This soon turns into a wild solo. While he does this he never removes his winter coat. Nuts.

In a third set the group play some festivities. A few eyebrow raisers in the mix. The band deliver their own version of Fontaines DC ‘Boys In The Better Land’. They replace ‘the better land’ with ‘the christmas hats’. I suppose this gives them an excuse to cover it. Vocals are switched between Wood and Greep as they commemorate their label mates. Speedy Wundergrounds Dan Carey stands next to me open mouthed. He quotes it as “fucking amazing”. Greep delivers bluesy licks teasing his later ‘Christmas Blues’. A piece where he puts on his best Robert Johnson impression. Another set highlight.

They play BCNR’s ‘Sunglasses’ and Black Midi’s ‘Ducter’, replacing the lyrics with ridiculous festive ones. ‘I am invincible in this christmas hat!” for example. Between a beer flying moshpit, a monitor convulses violently half way from the stage into the front row. It is saved milliseconds before a deafening floor smash by good samaritan audience members.

Covers of ‘Last Christmas’, ‘Mary’s Boy Child’, ‘We Wish You A Merry Christmas’ and other festive classics are performed to finish the set. Picton takes the lead on many of these, ending up in a humorous falsetto on ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’. Hereby Morgan struggles to keep his composure. He’s in a fit of laughter. Greep starts an alienistic ramble. “Christmas, christmas. Geordie! It’s been said many times, many ways! Merry Christmas oo-ee. Black Midi. Black Country New Road. Sponsored by The Windmill”.

Following the set everyone converges for drinks. The band members and fans discuss everything from business deals to Scott Walker. A fan goes round with his polaroid camera taking pictures with everyone he meets, and many leave the venue in festive spirit.

3 pints later Picton sets up a drum machine and macbook, Greep a microphone. They introduce themselves as ‘DJ Dairy and MC Spritz’. The most bonkers freestyle is performed over popular instrumentals. “Lets go lets go! Change the beat yo” Greep shrieks. He goes on to ask the audience questions. “Who would win, Tyson Fury or Mahammid Ali?”. Without a chance to respond he answers ‘Mahammid Ali’. He takes fast shots of straight whiskey.

This is followed by inviting fans up to ‘freestyle’. Over these ‘freestyles’ remarks are made from the pair. Somewhat alike to DJs over dodgy bootleg records. ‘Lets Go Motherfucker. Lucas from Manchester’ , ‘Anthony Joshua! Anthony Joshua’. Picton is waving his hands in the air rollercoaster style and they both sing fragmented versions of Kanye West songs.

Later Wayne staggers on stage and him, Greep and Picton form a trio of out of tune drunk singing. The song is ‘Goodbye Yellow Brick Road’ by Elton John. Greep and Wayne share a microphone. They have their arms around each other and swing backwards and forwards. Following suit are May and Kershaw (now in the audience), their pints clutched between their hands.

In the early hours of the morning a fan has collapsed on a sofa in the back room needing his friends to lift him up. Another fan lights a cigarette inside the venue, getting in an argument with a woman at the bar. Then there’s me. I missed the last tube and ended up in an abandoned old bank. No further questions. I present to you a normal night at The Windmill.

Web archive link: https://web.archive.org/web/20210819205610/https://newsoundsmag.co.uk/2019/12/23/black-midi-new-road-christmas-extravaganza-at-the-windmill-brixton-19-12-19-review/

[apocellipse]

find the word

(clutches chest) gah! i’ve been tagged! by @indecentpause to find some words (using my old drafts of What’s Left for this...)

tagging: followers with an M in their url to find move, just, should, and where!

fast

Beck slides into his booth at 8:08, smelling lightly of fresh tobacco and heavily of fast food. “Hey.”

Bryce mumbles a greeting through a mouthful of burger.

“Wanna get out of here?” Gone is the tedium-glazed look Beck wears so well. Now his eyes, so light an amber they’re almost yellow, are framed with a rigid determination. He’s like this a lot after his shifts, restless, wanting to drive for hours until he can’t keep his drooping eyes on the road. Bryce thinks to himself as he chews that Beck could chase a dream across the Atlantic on foot, if he had one.

sweet

“Hey. Bryce.” [Beck] knocks sluggishly. His muscles are taking their sweet time catching up with his brain. “Please don’t be dead.”

sun

“Food’s ready,” Bryce says. Beck half-snores, barely budges under the covers. Bryce nudges him, sharply, with an elbow. “Food.”

“Aaugh.” The top third of Beck’s head emerges from the sheets; a mop of sleek red ringlets against a forehead so dark brown it’s almost black, one wrinkled eyebrow, and an eye as angry and orange as the setting sun. “Interrupted my dream, you fucking asshole.”

warm

Bryce emerges from sleep like it’s a swamp and craves a lukewarm shower. The slamming of the front door must’ve been what jostled him awake. Groggy, he processes Wys’ footsteps and calculates the best moment to slip past her to the bathroom. His calculations are off by a mile. She catches him in the middle of the living room.

“Beck was looking for you. All day. He texted me like, thirty times.”

cold

“You’ve had chances to be part of things.” The response feels cold. Nothing Beck does ever feels cold. “You get people coming to your door, begging you to do special werewolf things at a special werewolf camp. Come on.”

nice

“I’m new,” she says, eyes firmly on her fingernails. Her nametag reads Brooke - Ottawa. 

“You Canadian? That’s cool.” 

She shrugs. “Yeah, I guess.”

“So why’d you move to this shithole?"

“Um, my dad, he got a job here. In, uh, in the city.”

“Burlington? Shiiit. Must be a nice-ass job if he’s gonna drive that far. What? Government stuff?”

“I guess.”

Beck wonders if he’d find more interesting conversation with the brick wall outside. “My dad, he’s like, a big time international lawyer. Well, both of them. So they’re like, never here. They’re not really my parents, though.”

“Um?”

He gets the feeling he might be talking too much.

[obligatorynasty]

The Weight of the Knife, Part 2: Whetstone

Part: [1] [2] [3] | Read on: AO3 | WC: ~7k | Please excuse any typos.

Main Tags: BadBoy!Tony, Highschool AU, NFF, Angst, TW:Mentions of Blood, TW:Abuse, TW:Graphic Depictions of Violence, TW:Bullying, TW:Underage Drinking and Smoking, Bruises, Hangovers and Mentions of Puke, [Read all tags on AO3]

Dedicated to @starker-stories, whose love for this AU kept me motivated to write more.

~*6*~

With the sheen of the morning sun and the general lack of partygoers and trash in the front lawn, Steve’s house was actually much nicer than Peter remembered. A proper dose of suburbia, complete with a neutral color palette and a brick mailbox. In the driveway, Steve, Sam, Happy, and Rhodey were packing the cars. Pepper, Bruce, and Bucky were chatting on the porch, while Tony was parked near the curb, leaning against his car with a cigarette perched between his lips. As for Quentin, he hadn’t arrived yet and, for that, Peter breathed a sigh of relief. 

As MJ parked her car and went to join the group on the porch, Ned and Peter hopped out to help move the groceries into coolers, grabbing handfuls of bags from the trunk and walking them up the driveway.

“Hey, Peter,” Rhodey greeted, a friendly smile on his face as he took the bags. “Thanks for inviting us to this.”

“Of course,” Peter nodded, trying on a smile of his own, hoping it came off as genuine. “You guys are Tony’s friends.”

“Speaking of Tony,” Rhodey handed the groceries off to Happy and ushered Peter away from prying ears, whispering a wary, “I don’t know what’s going on between you two but Tony is really beaten up about it.”

Peter’s fake smile dropped into a concerned frown as he stole a glance at the brooding bad boy. “Did he say anything?”

“It’s less of what he did say and more so what he didn’t,” Rhodey crossed his arms. “He’s been working on Jarvis non-stop, like no sleep, no talking, no nothing for the entire weekend. The last time he was like this was when Pepper dumped him. So, as his friend, I’m asking: did you dump him?”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“No,” Peter answered without hesitation, shaking his head, eyes widening in worry, “Does that mean he’s... is Tony dumping me?” He whispered, his heart beginning to race as he nervously gripped at the bottom hem of his shirt.

“No, no way!” Rhodey shook his head, lightly laughing, “He would never. Not with the way he talks about you.” He placed a reassuring hand on Peter’s shoulder. 

“What do you mean? He talks about me?”

“All the fucking time,” Rhodey explained. “He literally won’t shut up about you. So when he just stopped, I got worried,” He shrugged, gesturing over to Tony.  “So can you go talk to him? See if you can stop him from being so angsty. Try to keep him from sucking the life out of the air.”

“I don’t know,” Peter sighed, shaking his head, “Talking has not gone well for us and I don’t want to start a fight, especially when everyone is trying to have a good time.” 

“I see,” Rhodey nodded, eyebrows furrowing in thought before flashing a bright smile. “Then, if talking doesn’t work, just go over there and hug him or something. I’m sure that’ll work.”

“Wait, w-what?” Peter asked but Rhodey was already urging him towards the sidewalk, guiding him by the shoulders down the driveway, leaving him to take the final steps.

Peter hadn’t seen Tony all weekend; it was the first time that’s happened since they started dating. The older boy was wearing a black tank top, his arms exposed and crossed. Only moving them to toss the cigarette that was nothing but its yellow end. The sunglasses he wore were tinted so dark that Peter couldn’t see his eyes, but he guessed, by his relaxed chin and still face, that his eyes were expressionless.

“Hi,” Peter whispered, standing a couple of strides away, idly twiddling his fingers.

“Hey,” Tony’s voice sounded deeper than usual but Peter couldn’t tell why – if only he could see his eyes.

Peter gestured to the sunglasses, “Can you- um… take those off? Please.” 

“Why?” 

“Just because,” Peter mumbled, stepping towards his boyfriend with caution. Standing a mere inch away, close enough to inhale the lingering cigarette smoke and feel the heat of Tony’s body. “That okay?” He asked, eyes gentle and pleading.

Tony clenched his jaw, grumbling a short, “Whatever.”

Peter reached up, gently tugging the frames away from Tony’s eyes and frowning when he saw how red and puffy they were. The sight was heartbreakingly relatable. Over the weekend, Peter had cried in waves; tearing up at the thought of their arguments, or the bruise on his wrists, or the memories of their happier moments. He managed to hold back his emotions this morning because he had MJ and Ned to distract him but the state of Tony’s eyes had him biting the inside of his lip. He inhaled slowly, willing the emotions away and asking a careful, “Were you crying?”

“No,” Tony lied – blatantly lied – and didn’t bother coming up with an excuse either.

So Peter didn’t bring it up. Instead, he opened his arms and dropped his body against Tony’s, wrapping his arms around the older boy’s torso. It just felt right, even more so when Tony reciprocated. The hug was a wordless comfort; an apology through touch; a feeling of mutual understanding. An agreement to put it all aside; to enjoy their now and fix it later. Yes, they fought – yes, they were fighting – but this hug meant they still felt for each other and that made all the difference.

Peter nuzzled his face against Tony’s chest, relishing in the familiar comfort before gazing up at him, “Can we ride to the beach alone together?”

“Yeah,” Tony whispered, kissing Peter’s forehead and bringing a hand up to cup his face, using his thumb to caress his boyfriend’s cheek. “I’m sorry.”

Peter gave a solemn smile, “Me too.”

“Okay, lovebirds, that’s enough. We’re not done packing the cars yet. You can fuck each other later.” Rhodey interrupted, making the group burst into laughter.

And Tony laughed too, letting Peter put the sunglasses back before turning to Rhodey with a smile on his face. “Anything you say, Platypus.”

After that, the tension seemed to dissipate. Tony’s friends and Peter’s friends were peacefully mingling with each other, chatting and working to pack the cars. Everything was relaxed and fun and, for a brief yet amazing moment, stress free. 

Then Quentin showed up.

“Hey guys!” He waved, stepping out of his car to introduce himself to Tony’s friends. He was bleeding charisma, managing to get some laughs as he helped put the remainder of supplies in his trunk before walking over to Peter.

“Hey, kid,” Quentin playfully smiled, throwing an arm across Peter’s shoulders like it was second nature. “How are you doing today? Is he giving you any trouble?” He asked, gesturing to Tony, who was visibly tense and scowling at Quentin like he was the scum of the earth.

“No,” Peter shook his head, awkwardly pulling away from Quentin’s hold and stepping closer to Tony.

Quentin audibly tsked, “Of course you would say that with him standing there.”

Tony flinched at that, briefly clenching his fist before taking a deep breath to calm himself. “I’ll be in the car.” He said, turning and walking towards his car

“Tones, wai-” Peter called out, being promptly cut off by the slam of the car door before turning his attention back to Quentin. “Honestly, Beck, you don’t have to worry about it. Me and Tony are just working through some stuff.”

Quentin sighed, “I get that but – I don’t know, Peter – he just seems dangerous. I’m worried that you’ll get hurt again.”

“I appreciate it but Tony isn’t dangerous,” Peter assured. “He’s more complex than that.”

“Fine but, at least, would you ride with me to the beach?” Quentin asked, grabbing Peter’s hand. “It will give me some peace of mind to know you’re safe.”

Peter quickly pulled his hand away, shrugging, “Sorry, Beck, I can’t. I already said I would ride with Tony and, like I said, he isn’t dangerous. I’ll be completely fine.”

Quentin clenched his teeth, “But you-”

“Okay everyone!” Steve interrupted. “We’re all set to go. Let’s try and get there before the sun goes down.”

With that, everyone piled into the cars, ready to road trip. Steve, Sam, Bucky, and Ned rode in MJ’s car and, naturally, Happy took Rhodey, Pepper, and Bruce. Peter was the only one left but his choice was made. Although he felt bad for leaving Quentin by himself, he would ride with Tony. 

So Peter jumped into the passenger seat, wary at first that Quentin’s words had stoked a flame but happy to see Tony calmly selecting music. He smiled, soaking in the familiar scent of cologne and cigarettes, glad to be in Tony’s car without an argument brewing. Sounds of the whirring engine and the passing scenery were not as nerve-wracking with the gentle hum of his boyfriend’s singing. The moment was soothing and the temporary peace was the exact kind of comfort Peter needed. He was grateful. He really, really was – but he also wasn’t.

“Tony?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m still upset,” Peter whispered. “It’s not going away.”

Tony nodded, breathing a deep sigh, “Yeah, me too.”

~*7*~

“Peter, wake up, we’re here.”

Peter roused from his slumber, lifting his head off the window and wiping a drop of drool from the corner of his mouth. He stretched, glancing at Tony as the car came to a stop in the driveway. “We’re here? How long was I asleep?”

“The whole ride,” Tony laughed as he pulled the keys from the ignition and reached across to fetch his cigarettes from the glove compartment.

“Oh,” Peter flashed an apologetic look. “Sorry, I should’ve stayed up to keep you company.”

“I didn’t mind. You’re cute when you snore, bab- uh... I mean, Peter.” Tony stumbled on his words, shaking his head as he exited the car.

And despite the awkward correction, those words were enough to make Peter’s face go warm, tinted pink in the evening sun as he stepped out of the car and into the sea-salted air. 

The beach house was gorgeous with its glass-enclosed sun room, its soft pastel tones, and its large stilts to protect from the tides. The deck was well equipped with a fire pit, some lounge chairs, a grill, and stairs that led directly to the beach, which was by far the best part. The sand was picturesque – a perk of being on a privately maintained beach – and the water was a mesmerizing blue, at least in the orange hue of the budding sunset.

“Steve, this place is amazing!” Ned exclaimed as he ran up the front steps. “Let's hurry and swim before it gets dark!”

Peter laughed to himself as the group seemed to mobilize around that sentiment; unloading the cars in less time than it took to pack them and promptly settling sleeping arrangements. Naturally, Steve, Sam, and Bucky took the master bedroom, disappearing in there without question. Ned, Bruce, Rhodey, and Happy stole a room with two double beds, boasting about their en suite bathroom. As for the remaining three rooms, MJ and Pepper claimed one with a view of the beach, Quentin took the smallest one at the end of the hall, and Tony and Peter settled for the room with one window.

“This place is really nice,” Peter made small talk as he laid his suitcase against the floor of their room, unzipping it to unpack his things. 

“Yeah,” Tony agreed, tossing his duffel bag to the floor before sitting against the edge of the bed. An uncomfortable silence washed over the atmosphere. The only sounds were the rustle of Peter’s bag and the whoosh of waves from beyond the window.

“Hey.” Tony broke the silence.

“Hm?” Peter turned towards his boyfriend, surprised to find an outstretched hand beckoning him to the bed. He didn’t question it. He simply made his way over, taking a seat next to Tony and glancing at him out the corner of his eye.

Without warning, the older boy clasped his hand in Peter’s, squeezing gently, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” Peter breathed out, keeping his words scarce, fearful that more would cause their interaction to spiral. 

For a few long minutes, Tony just held Peter’s hand, idly dragging his thumb back and forth, caressing the younger boy’s skin. Then, he skimmed his hand down towards Peter’s wrist, brushing his fingertips against the tender bruise before whispering, “Can I kiss you?”

“You don’t have to ask,” Peter assured, turning his head to be kissed but blushing when he realized what his boyfriend meant. 

Tony didn’t lean in. Instead, he lifted Peter’s wrist and left a flurry of soft kisses on the bruise. Slowly trailing upward, peppering kisses across Peter’s palm and fingertips. He paused, whispering against Peter’s skin, “Can I touch you more?”

Peter gave a soft smile, “Yeah, Tones.”

And Tony smiled – but it wasn’t all happiness – no, somewhere in his eyes Peter could see the worry lurking. Even as he grasped Peter’s waist and pulled him into his lap, he was so oddly careful. Careful in the way he skimmed his fingertips against the tops of Peter’s thighs. Careful in the soft trail up Peter’s back and the faint grip on his sides. Careful in the way his eyes flickered between those big brown orbs and those smooth pink lips. Deathly careful in the tone of his voice, so tender and desperate, “I don’t want to upset you anymore.”

Those barely-there words were like sirens in Peter’s ears, leaving a twisting pain in his chest as memories of their fights flooded his thoughts. All the confusion, all the insecurity, all the hurt. Feelings so vivid in his mind as he pressed his lips against Tony’s, seeking comfort in the very source of all his strife.

Their kiss was gentle and innocent, paired with soothing touches that sent static tingles up Peter’s spine and a flurry of emotions that brought tears down his cheeks. Silently trickling from the corners of his eyes as he brought his hands up to caress the stubble along Tony’s jaw. Thumbing tiny circles into the older boy’s cheek, guiding their lips even closer before pulling away slow, hovering just beyond that sweet sensation.

A blink sent cascades of new tears down the contours of Peter’s face as he stared into the pools of anxiety that were his boyfriend’s eyes. “I’m so mad at you,” He whispered against Tony’s lips, his voice shaky as the taste of warm breath and tears swirled inside his senses. “But I’m weak,” He breathed out a soft, defeated laugh. “I’m so fucking weak for you, Tony.”

For a moment, Tony’s lips trembled, parting and closing as if to vet the words that lay beneath. “I-” He spoke, his face hot against Peter’s fingertips before he tucked his forehead against his boyfriend’s collarbone, tightening his hold to further convey the message of his simple, yet curated words. “I missed you.”

Peter smiled through his tears, bringing his hands to Tony’s dark locks, threading his fingers through to the nape of his neck, where he rubbed mindless shapes into the flushed skin. “I missed you too, Tones.”

“And I’m so lucky to have you,” Tony muttered, his breath tickling the curve of Peter’s neck.

“But you hurt me,” Peter’s voice was borderline unstable and each deep breath he took only caused more tears to flow. “You have to tell me why. Please.”

Tony inhaled and held it, lifting his head and locking gazes with Peter, revealing the single tear stain that streaked across his cheek. As he exhaled, he struggled against the wetness pooling on his lashes, “Because I’m broken... and jealous—”

“Tony,” Peter breathed out, worry painted across his tone.

“—and everything was so out of control.” Tony paused, clenching his teeth and taking another breath. “The shit at home has gotten bad and seeing you with Quentin scared me,” His hands trembled against Peter’s skin, “It made me feel like you didn’t want me anymore.”

“Tony," Peter gave a small, reassuring smile. "You’re the only one I want.”

“But I’m scared you’ll leave.”

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Yeah.”

The next moments were filled with nothing but the echo of heartbeats and breaths as they embraced not only each other but the breakthrough they yearned for. A conversation that ended without anger; a conversation they needed; one they craved.

Yet again, Tony was the first to break the silence. This time with a more lighthearted tone. “You look hot today.”

“You like the shirt?” Peter softly giggled, wiping the tears from his face, “May bought it so I could look floral and beachy.”

“You look so cute in it, baby,” Tony smiled, pressing a kiss against Peter’s cheek.

“T-Tones,” Peter stuttered, averting his bashful eyes.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, do you know that?”

��Tony-”

“Do you?”

“Yes!” Peter laughed. “You tell me all the time.”

“Yeah, but it’s still not enough,” Tony grinned, squeezing his arms where they sat at Peter’s waist. “You’re beautiful, baby.”

“Thank you,” Peter’s laughter trailed off as he pressed a kiss to Tony’s forehead. “Now, I don’t want to ruin this mood, but we should probably join the others.”

“Or we could stay here,” Tony’s tone dropped low, husky and tempting against Peter’s ear. “And you can let me apologize to you properly.”

Peter’s breath hitched in his throat, “W-We shouldn’t r-right now.”

“Not right now, hm?” Tony whispered against the skin beneath Peter’s ear, “What if I say I’ll do anything you want?”

Those words sent chills across Peter’s skin. “A-Anything?” 

“Anything you want, baby boy,” Tony assured.

A small whine escaped Peter’s lips as he posed a shaky, “Later t-tonight?”

Tony smirked, grazing his hand against his boyfriend’s inner thigh, “If you can even last till then.”

Peter’s face exploded in a dark blush. “I c-can!” He exclaimed, sliding off of Tony’s lap and walking over to his suitcase to grab his swim shorts, facing the wall to hide his embarrassment.

Tony snorted, “Whatever you say, baby.” The bed creaked as he stood and in a few short steps, his palms were pressing against the wall on either side of Peter’s frame. “But if that changes—”

Peter spun around, intending to interrupt but being dazed by the sight in front of him. Somewhere between the bed and wall, Tony had managed to remove his tank top. Fuck.

“—I’ll be here to help in any way I can,” Tony whispered, staring at Peter with a suggestive glint in his eyes as his tongue shot across his bottom lip. “Okay?”

“Okay,” Peter squeaked, his face much redder than before as he ran off to the bathroom to change. 

In the honesty of the bathroom mirror, Peter could see how much of an impact Tony had on him; from flushed face to racing heart to budding erection. It was actually a nice feeling; to have that pain, which lingered inside him over the weekend, slowly evaporating. To know the bruise on his wrist would be easier to bear. To feel that his strife wasn’t eternal. It was nice.

Peter changed into his swimwear, opting to leave his floral shirt on but unbuttoned. He splashed his face with cold water and took a few deep breaths, calming his arousal before journeying back across the hall to their room. 

Tony was lounging across the bed, shirt still off, swiping through his phone. “You could’ve got changed in here.”

“No, I couldn’t have,” Peter laughed. “And you know it.”

Tony gave a sly grin, “Yeah, probably not.”

“What are you looking at?” Peter asked as he tossed his clothes atop his suitcase. “Aren’t you going to come swim?”

“I will. I’m just checking this notification about Jarvis.”

“What about him?”

“I spent a lot of time improving him this weekend,” Tony explained. “Upgrading his processing and, before I left, I ran some diagnostics.”

“Is everything working fine?”

“Yeah, he can even access Stark Industries now,” Tony smiled. “I’m a genius.”

“Okay, mister genius,” Peter rolled his eyes and couldn’t help but to grin, “I’m going to go swim so hurry up and get changed!” He giggled at Tony’s lazy Yes sir! as he exited the room and headed out the backdoor to the deck area.

Outside, nearly everyone was in the water or on the beach, save for the small group standing around the grill. Music, that Peter could only categorize as beach vibes, was pumping through the giant standing speaker Bruce brought. And the smell of grilled vegetables and barbecue permeated the salty air. This was the most spring break of a spring break trip Peter has ever taken and honestly, he couldn’t complain.

As Peter approached the grill, Bucky and Sam started whistling, playfully catcalling him. “Someone looks real glowy,” Bucky mentioned, gesturing up and down Peter’s body. 

“Yeah,” Sam agreed, lightly laughing along. “Some might call it that after-sex glow.”

“Guys,” Peter covered his face, “We didn’t!”

“Sure you didn’t,” Bucky teased.

“What didn’t you do?” Quentin asked, walking over with Steve, who was carrying a nearly empty platter of grilled kabobs.

“You see, Peter took so long because he was fu-” Sam began.

“I was nothing!” Peter interrupted, shooting Sam an exasperated look. “Let’s not talk about me,” He shook his head, nervously smiling, “Let’s talk about this food! It smells delicious.”

“You want some?” Quentin offered, grabbing the last kabob from the platter and holding it up to Peter’s mouth. “Have a bite.”

“Um, o-okay,” Despite being caught off guard, Peter took a quick bite, enjoying the savory flavors as it was fed to him and pulling away with a smile. “Wow, the sauce is good, guys!”

Sam sighed, shaking his head, “Quentin, you really have bad timing, bro.” He pointed to the back door, where Tony stood staring at the scene.

“Whatever, man,” Quentin just scoffed, unbothered, “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

But Peter froze, watching as the bad boy strolled towards them, genuinely worried that he would be set off again by Quentin’s actions. “Hey, Tones, we were jus-!”

Without warning, Tony grabbed Peter by his waist and leaned in, licking some stray sauce from the corner of Peter’s mouth. The sight made Steve, Sam, and Bucky erupt into a symphony of Oooo’s and oh shit’s but, most importantly, laughter.  

Tony pulled away, smirking at the flush on his boyfriend’s face. “That is good, did you make that Rogers?”

“Yeah,” Steve said through his laughter. “Well played, Tony.”

“I try,” Tony shot a smug grin towards Quentin, whose face had dropped into a scowl.

And Peter had no time to respond before Ned and MJ were calling him to get in the water and enjoy your spring break, dude!

~*8*~

After swimming and dinner and a fair amount of relaxation around the fire pit, the night began to spiral. Sam and Rhodey were pushing for drinking games because what’s the point of all these handles if we’re not going to get fucked up. It was a compelling argument. One that had them taking penalty shots if they uttered the word ‘cup’ during any game and gave rise to the chaotic drunk duo of Ned and Happy.

Peter learned a lot from these games, like how inexplicably well MJ could hold her liquor or how drunk Bruce could solve high-level calculus in his head without paper or a calculator. Then there was Steve, Sam, and Bucky’s shameless demonstration of a three-way kiss and, after a hilarious body shot dare, there were also lighthearted jokes about Rhodey’s huge crush on Pepper. However, to Peter, the best moment was watching Tony beat every single guy in the room at arm wrestling, especially Quentin.

As the festivities died down, Peter realized something a little later than he should have. He was hammered; smashed; thoroughly fucked up; wasted; trashed; drunk and, subsequently, super fucking horny. 

Was alcohol supposed to work like this? Peter really didn’t know but something about Tony’s lap looked so inviting. All the bad boy was doing was sitting, arms resting across the top of the couch, knees parted for comfort – he was even wearing a shirt now – but Peter’s mind had ventured somewhere perverted; somewhere with that shirt off and thrown against the floor.

Suddenly, Peter was much closer than he was before. Fuck, how did he get here? Did he crawl over? He didn’t know, but that grin on Tony’s face definitely reads my boyfriend just crawled across the floor and has taken refuge between my legs. Peter giggled, his tone slurred and playful, “You want me to suck your dick, don’t you?”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Tony grinned as he leaned forward, elbows against knees, bringing a hand to Peter’s flushed face.

“Yes,” Peter hummed, nuzzling Tony’s palm.

Tony gave a low, amused laugh, “Right here, in front of everyone, that’s what you want, baby?”

Oh, right. They weren’t alone. Peter glanced around the room. Most of the group had dispersed, but sitting on the adjacent couch were Steve, Sam, and Bucky. Judging by the litany of empty cans and bottles around them, they were all clearly beyond their buzz too. “Is that what you want, Tony?” Peter bit his lip and smiled, his body rocking back and forth to compensate for his spinning head.

Steve snorted, “No sucking dick in the living room unless it’s my dick.”

“I’ll suck your dick, doll,” Bucky whispered, slowly trailing his fingers down Steve’s chest.

“James, babe, don’t tease me.” Steve laughed.

Peter giggled, “You call him James?”

“What? Like you don’t call him Anthony when you’re alone.” Sam quipped.

“I don’t,” Peter pouted up at his boyfriend. “Why don’t you let me call you, Anthony?”

“I just hate how it sounds,” Tony shrugged as he gently caressed Peter’s warm face.

“Oh, okay, then I won’t,” Peter nodded, his eyes fluttering closed as he leaned into Tony’s touches. “I like calling you Tones more anyway.”

“Yeah?” Tony smirked, moving to drag his thumb across Peter’s lips. “What else do you like?”

Peter whined and, if he wasn’t so filled with liquid courage, he wouldn’t have dipped his lips around Tony’s thumb and sucked the way he did. He wouldn’t have swirled his tongue around it or moaned on it. He wouldn’t have pulled off with a pop or given it so many tiny licks. He wouldn’t have done all those things if his body wasn’t as warm and as woozy as it was.

“Holy shit,” Sam mumbled with an incredulous look on his face. “That’s-”

“Hot,” Steve interjected.

Bucky shook his head, “Fucking hot.”

“They’re complimenting you, baby,” Tony whispered as he skimmed his fingers down Peter’s chin and stopped against his nipple, massaging the pad of his now wet thumb against the nub. “How’s that make you feel?”

“Good,” Peter softly moaned, leaning into the gentle pleasure his boyfriend gave.

Tony smiled, using his free hand to card through his boyfriend’s hair, “You should thank them then.”

Peter’s already flushed face went a deeper shade of red and his voice dropped to a murmur, “Um… But I-I’m...embarrassed.”

“Don’t be,” Tony smirked, pointing to the very enraptured group of drunk teens. “Look, they can’t wait to hear you say it.”

“Okay,” Peter whispered, turning towards them with his chin tilted towards his chest. “T-Thank you...um, Steve, Sam, Bucky...for the compliment.”

“Stark, you’re killing me here,” Steve groaned, dropping his head against the back of the couch as Sam placed a hand over his mouth like he was trying to conceal a grin.

“Of course, doll,” Bucky replied with a smile. “You’re so cute, how could we not?”

“Agreed!” It was Quentin, entering the room with slurred speech and a mischievous smile. “Peter is cute. Really fucking cute.” He stressed, rounding the couch and taking a seat beside Tony and Peter.

Tony grimaced, pulling his hand away as he stood, “Peter, get up. Let’s go to our room.”

“What? No. Go ahead and continue the show, Stark, don’t mind me,” Quentin said as his eyes dropped to Peter. “I would love for Peter to thank me too.”

Tony inhaled sharp, muscles tensed with anger, “Don’t test me.”

“No, Tony,” Peter whined, gently tugging at the ankle of his boyfriend’s sweatpants. “Don’t be mad. Beck is nice to me.”

“See, Stark?” Quentin flashed a smug grin. “I’m nice to him. So relax. How about we have a drink, hm?” He offered, reaching to the bottles strewn about the coffee table and grabbing a nearly empty tequila. “We can finish this off.” He took a large swig before offering it to Peter. “Here, kid.”

“Thanks,” Peter mumbled, taking a swig of his own, the taste leaving his face twisted in discomfort. “That’s gross!” He exclaimed, hiccuping a couple times and causing everyone to laugh. Except for Tony.

“Peter, seriously-!” Tony snapped, reaching to pull the bottle away, surprised when Peter dodged him.

“No!” Peter slurred, clutching the bottle to his chest. “You said you wouldn’t make me mad anymore. So stop!”

Tony clenched his fists, trying to hold back his anger, “Don’t do this right now.”

“Hey, he said stop,” Quentin interjected, standing from the couch and facing Tony with irritation in his eyes. “So why don’t you stop being such a fucking dick?”

Tony seethed, “I swear if you open your fucking mouth again-”

“You’ll what?” Quentin challenged. “You obviously got a problem with me, Stark, so do something!” Quentin scoffed, arms outstretched like he was inviting Tony to hit him.

“No, don’t fight,” Peter urged, his brow furrowed and his lips in a pout, as he stood up a bit too fast, dropping the bottle and stumbling forward, careening face-first against Quentin’s chest.

“Well, hello there,” Quentin laughed, hands reactively clutching at Peter’s bare sides. “You feel just as nice as you look, sweetheart.” 

And that was it. 

Tony lost it.

The shock of the punch was enough to make Quentin drop Peter, who staggered away from them and tripped on the corner of the coffee table. And, as their battle raged on, Peter was falling, colliding against the floor with a loud thud! but even that wasn’t enough to stop their brawl. Things started to get hazy after that. Flashes of Tony wailing on Quentin, hard enough to make his nose bleed, and glimpses of the frantic way Steve and Sam tried breaking up the fight.

“Peter? Hey! Peter, get up! Peter,” Bucky was at his side – oh god, stop shaking me.

“Peter!” Somewhere in the haze, he could hear MJ too. “What the fuck are you idiots doing?!” She sounded pissed. “What happened to him?!” And worried. “Peter! Peter! Oh my god, he’s not waking up. Bucky, help me carry him.”

“Wait, no, MJ, let me help, I’ll-” Tony is so sweet. Yes, help her.

“No!” MJ yelled, “Stay the fuck away from him until you get your shit together, you violent prick!” Fuck, that was a little harsh, MJ.

And then things went dark.

~*9*~

The next morning, Peter’s head was heavy, pounding like he had walked through a construction site and slept next to a running jackhammer. The daylight burned his corneas and – oh no, oh god – nausea hit him like a wave. With a hand over his mouth, he shot up, eyes scanning the room for a place to hurl, surprised to find a conveniently placed trash directly beside the bed. In the next moment, he was puking but it came out clear like he had chugged a ton of water. He groaned, holding his queasy stomach, attempting to collect his bearings. Noting two very important things: one, he was in Ned’s room, and two, hangovers were not to be taken lightly. What the fuck happened last night?

“Oh good, you’re up,” MJ said as she ambled into the room, her face disappointed and her arms crossed. “You really fucking scared me, Peter.”

“Me too, dude,” Ned said, strolling in behind her. “I’m filing an official complaint. Drunk me does not handle stress well.”

Peter laughed but the pressure in his temple left him wincing, “What happened?” He asked, his voice groggy as he fell back against the bed.

MJ sighed like she had been through hell, “You almost died—”

“Okay, that’s an exaggeration,” Ned clarified.

“—and your violent boyfriend fought the new kid.”

“MJ, we’ve been over this, he isn’t violent,” Peter sighed, pausing as he processed what else she said. “Wait, is Tony okay?”

MJ dropped her face against her palm, “Of course he’s fine! You should be asking about Quentin, you know, the one with the black eye!” She pinched the bridge of her nose, “Fucking hell, why do I even try?”

“They’re both okay,” Ned continued. “They didn’t fight that much, especially after you got sick and MJ bitched them out.”

“Oh god,” Peter let out a frustrated groan. “Is everyone else okay?”

“Yeah, Tony went out with his friends and I think Steve and the guys are outside swimming,” Ned explained. “We’re about to head to the store to grab some ice cream for everyone, so-”

“So, you need to go and apologize to Quentin,” MJ pressed. “He hasn’t been out of his room since last night.”

“Do I have to?” Peter complained, pulling the covers over his head in a sad attempt to hide from his problems.

“Yes!” MJ grabbed Peter’s arm and yanked him upright. “Go clean yourself up and apologize. I’m serious, Peter.”

“Ugh...fine,” Peter grumbled, reluctantly grabbing his puke trash can and following them out the room. “But what do I even say to him? I’m sorry you picked a fight you couldn’t win?”

MJ physically cringed, raising her voice in anger, “How about sorry my violent boyfriend beat the shit out of you?!”

“He’s not violent!” Peter snapped back, clearly exasperated, “Beck must’ve done something.”

“Quentin has been nothing but nice to you! Sure, he’s a flirty little shit, but that alone doesn’t make him worthy of getting his face kicked in,” MJ retorted. “You invited him on this trip, Peter. You made that choice!” She pointed at him, finger against his chest. “So take some fucking responsibility! And, just so we’re clear, you are not allowed to say Tony isn’t violent when I literally watched him give Quentin a black eye last night!”

Peter was floored by his best friend’s words, guilt filling his body as he stumbled to respond, “I- um...shit. MJ, I didn’t think- I’m sorry… I'm sorry you had to see that and I get it. You’re right.”

Ned nodded, placing a hand against Peter’s shoulder. “She usually is, dude.”

“I’ll talk to Beck,” Peter decided as he gestured to himself. “Right after I decontaminate.”

“Good, because you smell,” MJ said, smirking at the disgruntled face Peter made. “Also, so you can’t chicken out, figure out what kind of ice cream Quentin wants and text us,” She added just before disappearing down the steps with Ned.

Peter let out another long groan as he stalked into the bathroom to wash the trash can. Seeing himself in the mirror was awful, more awful in the bright lights above the vanity. His hair was a mess and, despite not having a shirt on, he was visibly sweaty. “Ugh,” Peter grumbled as he ran to grab his toiletries before hopping into the shower. His head still felt terrible, made worse by the thought of having to function for the remainder of the day. So, as he enjoyed his shower, he found himself swearing he wouldn't drink like that again.

After he got dressed and took the aspirin MJ kindly left on his nightstand, Peter made the journey to the room at the end of the hall. Pausing for a few beats before knocking on Quentin’s door. “Hey, Beck, it’s me, can I come in?”

A muffled Yeah came through the door, so Peter pushed it open, not at all fazed by the purple-ish bruise surrounding Quentin’s eye. “How are you?”

“Perfectly fine,” Quentin snarked, patting the bed beside him. “Your boyfriend has a good right hook.”

“And a good left,” Peter joked as he scooted onto the bed, pausing before beginning his apology. “Look, I’m sorry that Tony did that to you. It was wrong and I’ll talk to him about it.”

“It’s fine,” Quentin shrugged, turning against the bed, facing Peter. “Honestly, I probably deserved it.” He said, his eyes filled with worry. “I could’ve backed off but I just don’t like the way he talks to you.”

“What do you mean?” Peter squinted, still unsure about the specifics of last night.

“He’s dangerous, Peter, and I’m worried about you,” Quentin stressed. “You’re so amazing and kind, but also really funny and bold. You use words over fists and, I mean, you’re beautiful, like really, insanely beautiful.”

Peter blushed – much like he had done in the hallway after his and Beck’s first day together. Only, this time, Peter knew it definitely wasn’t infatuation. “Beck, I d-”

“I like you, Peter,” Quentin interrupted, reaching for Peter’s hand and interlocking their fingers. “I like you so much and, I’ll admit, seeing you with Tony makes me do stupid shit like fight but I just-”

“Beck,” Peter interrupted and took a slow breath, wanting his words to be as gentle as possible. “I’m sorry but I don’t like you in that way.” He began, “You’re nice as a friend but I’m in a relationship with Tony. I need you to understand that.”

“But are you happy with him?” Quentin challenged. “Didn’t he make you cry? Didn’t he hurt you?”

“Yes,” Peter gave a solemn nod, gently pulling his hand away from Quentin’s.“We had a bad fight but that’s part of it.” He shrugged, “I like him enough to work through stuff like that.”

Quentin sighed, falling back against the bed with a loud huff, “Not going to lie, my heart is a little broken right now.”

“I’m sure it’ll get better,” Peter smiled, trying to exude ease in his expression. “And if you ever feel comfortable enough, friendship will always be on the table. I mean, you saved me from Loki and we have so much in common.”

“A consolation friendship?” Quentin scoffed, a smile of disbelief planted firmly on his face. “I guess it’s better than nothing.”

“Well, if you don’t take it, all you would have is a black eye, so…”

“Hey!” Quentin exclaimed, laughing and playfully chucking a pillow at Peter. For a moment, he seemed fine but then his voice trailed off into a whisper and he rolled over, burying his face against the covers. “Hey Peter, I kind of want to cry my eyes out right now, so could you…”

“Oh, um… Yeah! S-Sorry, I’ll leave,” Peter stammered, shooting up from the bed and heading out the door. 

And he made it all the way down the hall. He made it to his room. He made it to his bed. It was handled. Completely over and done. But a text from MJ had him rushing back. A simple question about ice cream had him standing in front of Quentin’s door.

At first, a whispered, “Hey Beck, MJ wants me to…” Then a pause as Peter listened; as Peter heard, yet again, betrayal. This time to the tune of one Quentin Beck.

Yes, I just tried that. It seems the Parker kid is actually in love with your son. 

Yes, I’ve maintained a connection. We’re friends. 

Yes, absolutely sir. I’ll check back in if anything changes over the week. 

No, thank you for this opportunity, Mr. Stark. I won’t let you down.

~*10*~

Peter found that ugly sobbing was easier to do alone. So, for the remainder of the morning, he held nothing back. Not the infuriated screams into his pillow. Not the weak laughter at events so difficult to understand that they brought him to hysterics. Not the moments of silence, where he would ball his fists and fight the urge to do uncontrollably dark things. Not the tears, not the panic, not the ounces of fear that laid dormant within him. 

But then Peter did; he held back those feelings, knowing he needed to pull himself together; grip his proverbial bootstraps and retaliate smart. So, while he cried into the void of his pillowcase, he also thought and considered and plotted. Like sharpening a blade on a whetstone, he planned and pictured the outcome over and over and over again until he was satisfied. Until he felt it was perfect enough to protect–

“Tony,” Peter gasped, surprised when he turned over to find his boyfriend standing by the door, watching with horror as tears flowed down Peter’s face. It was silent for a few moments of eye contact and shock, then Peter moved, sitting against the edge of the bed.

“P-Peter,” Tony’s voice trembled as he approached, dropping down onto his knees in front of Peter. “Hey, baby,” He breathed, gingerly cupping his hands on Peter’s arms. “I’m sorry...again. I know, I lost control, but I-”

Peter shook his head, “Tony-”

“Wait,” Tony interrupted, gazing up at Peter like a dog with its ears down. “Please don’t be upset. I know I messed up but please-”

“Tony, stop. It's not-”

“Peter, please don’t.”

“Don’t? What are you-?”

“Don’t break up with me,” Tony pleaded, a tear running from the corner of his eye. “Please.”

The sight of Tony’s single tear made ten times that amount fall from Peter’s eyes, but he shook his head, his voice rough from the sobs, “I’m not breaking up with you, Tony.”

“Really?” Tony breathed with disbelief, frantically searching Peter’s expression for the truth. “Then why are you crying?”

Peter gave a weak laugh and a flurry of more tears. “I’ll explain but I need to borrow Jarvis first.”

Tony was confused but wasted no time in handing his phone over. “Why do you-?”

“Just trust me,” Peter sniffled. “This is the only way I can know for sure.” He looked down at the phone, “Jarvis, give me everything Stark Industries has on Quentin Beck.”

“What?” Tony instantly reacted, shoulders tensing at the mere mention of his father’s company in relation to his rival. “Why?” A confusion so strong that it almost looked painful. “Why the fuck would Beck be in the Stark database?” 

“Because,” Peter began, one hand trembling around the phone and the other trembling where it clutched to Tony’s arm. “He works for your dad,” He turned the phone, revealing Quentin’s employee file. “He’s being paid to break us up.”

“I’ll kill him.” A whisper that brought forth a rage that brought forth a fire. 

Tony stood, body so tense that Peter could see the veins in his arms. He was seething, filled with pure hatred. He moved to his bag first, dumping the contents onto the floor until a very familiar butterfly knife clattered against it. In moments, the closed knife was in his hand and he was barreling towards the door, propelled by anger.

But Peter stepped in the way, pushing his hands against Tony’s chest. “Wait! You can’t, Tones!”

“No! Get the fuck out of my way, Peter!” Tony screamed, face going red in his outrage. “Get off!” He pushed Peter aside in one controlled shove. “He did this shit on purpose! He messed with us on purpose! He needs to pay!”

“I know!” Peter screamed back, throwing himself against Tony and locking his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. “Tony, I know, but you can’t,” He pleaded, “Not in front of everyone!”

“Fuck that!” Tony snapped, trying to pull Peter off of him. “I’m going to break every bone in his fucking body!”

“You can’t!” Peter screamed once more, fighting against Tony’s strength with everything in his power.

“Why?! Why the fuck can’t I, Peter?!” Tony yelled, tossing the knife against the far wall in anger. “He’s gone too far!” He struggled more, pushing at Peter’s shoulders. “He deserves this, Peter, he- fuck,” He cursed, his strength waning as Peter held fast. “He fucking-” His voice was a whisper then, “He fucking takes everything,” He stressed, gasping before the tears came, no longer talking about Quentin Beck. “I’m just his fucking punching bag. Nothing I do is good enough."

And Peter looked up, bewildered as Tony’s breaths became sporadic; as his voice started to shake; as his eyes glossed over with a cloud of tears; as those tears slid down his terrified face; as he fully broke down. Relaxing in Peter’s hold, weakly dropping to his knees and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, sobbing into his t-shirt.

“Mom is gone because of him,” Tony cried. “He controls everything. Everything! And he won’t even let me have the one fucking thing that makes this all worth it. Why is he trying to take you away too?”

Peter was quiet, letting the tears soak against him and realizing very quickly that this was the real weight of his knife. It was not to be some limiter for an unhinged delinquent; some purveyor of a faulty justice, deciding who gets cut down and when. It was this. This weakness in the blade; the part of it that was the most vulnerable; the part that, if struck, would crack the knife into a million pieces. It was Peter’s job to protect that part; to bear that weight; to hold the knife with intention.

“Don’t worry, Tones,” Peter whispered, pressing a kiss atop Tony’s head. “I’m not going anywhere and I promise I’ll take care of this.” He smiled, cupping his boyfriend’s face. “I’ll take care of you, just like you take care of me.”

-

Read Part 3: Here.

[beckdean]

👻Haunted

👻 Haunted: Muse is now experiencing their worst fears and insecurities as if they were ghosts, haunting them at every step. To make things worse, no one else can see them… This spell will last for up to 3 hours.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t the worst fear of Gretel that reared its head - but Beck’s.

Witnessing a supernaturally large wolf that no one else could see, prowling behind the nearest party goer along the yellow brick road, Beck’s heart locks in her chest. As the wolf makes to pounce - so does Beck, hurtling her own body towards the oblivious individual with a violent thrust, slamming them out of the way of the invisible wolf’s teeth and onto the ground in a heavy tumble beneath her.

After a second of pause, catching her winded breath, she rolls off them - looking up to see the wolf now staring at her, and a look of absolute horror on her face as she cries out in a terrified scream. “Go away! GO AWAY!” There wasn’t just one wolf on the horizon, but multiple, Beck’s body trembling as she tried to comprehend what exactly was happening, eyes wide in frozen terror as she screamed at seemingly nothing but air.

[rottingacademia]

17 QUESTIONS TAG

i was tagged by @neophillims to do this (thank you for that btw <3)

Nickname ; Linc or Taboo (My full name is Lincoln)

Astrological Sign ; Libra

Height ; 5′6 or 167cm

Hogwarts House ; Slytherin, if you say its the “evil” or “villain” house I will choke you with a harp string

Last Thing I Googled ; I don’t use google but the last thing was “how long does it take for mushrooms to grow”

Song In Your Head ; Kick in the eye by Bauhaus and some The Smiths song I can’t recall the name of

Following and Followers ; (I’m not new to tumblr this account is just new) I follow 37 people and have 7 followers as of now

Amount of Sleep ; 10-12 hours a day

Lucky Number ; 17 and/or 3

Dream Job ; Writing scripts for movies

Wearing ; Black turtle neck sweater (might be one size too big for me), skeleton pj pants, and thick socks

Favourite Songs ; Soul Sucking Jerk (Beck), Goodbye Yellow Brick Road (Elton John), I’m Still Standing (also Elton), Honky Cat (also also Elton John) Winning (The Sound), Hide In Your Shell (Supertramp), The Logical Song (Also Supertramp), Nineteen Hundred and Eighty Five (Wings), People Are Strange (The Doors), Stuck in The Middle With You (Stealers Wheel [curse you Tarantino] ) Everything Turns Grey (Agent Orange), Blood Stains (Agent Orange again) Kool Thing (Sonic Youth), In Jeopardy (Roger Hodgson), any song by the Dead Kennedys and Bauhaus.

Instruments ; Piano for 2 years now but I’m not good at it

Random Fact ; Technically vampires can be seen in “modern” mirrors now. Back when that myth was created mirrors were backed with silver thus creating the myth, but now we don’t use silver in mirrors what so ever so vampires would be able to see their reflections

Favourite Authors ; Oscar Wilde (cliche I know,) Robert Frost, and Orwell

Favourite Animals : Deer, Bears, Bats, Sheep, Goats, Snakes, Blood Vultures, Rabbits, Rats/Mice, Raccoons, Cats (big or small), Highland Cows, also albino anything,

Aesthetic ; Anything and everything vamperic, hundreds of worn out books in shelves stacked to the ceiling. More candles than electric light, all light is soft here. Shelves dedicated to nothing but journals filled cover to cover with writings about anything. Strong liquor poured in fancy glasses late at night. If you’re not dressed to the nines for any occasion then you’re under-dressed. Massive dinner parties held for only the closest of friends. Be kind but only when the person deserves it. Lonely piano song echoing through a large, dimly lit mansion. What’s the point in being immortal if you don’t flirt at least once with everyone you’ve met? The sound of heavy rain hitting thick stained glass with occasional thunder and lightning.

Tagging ; I’m tagging @curatorem @anicemurder @brandwhiskey and @bondsmagii (though anyone can do this post idrc)

[bladesandstars]

11, 12, and 13 for Daggers 😘

Thank you so much for asking! List of fic asks here.

The Dragon’s Dagger was my first multi-chapter fanfic, the first one I finished, and it’s dear to my heart!

11: What do you like best about this fic?I’m gonna cheat and say two things.  First, the fact that Ignis and Aranea (spoiler alert!) fall for each other while remaining their charmingly independent selves. Couples operating as two fully functioning units are my jam and it’s one of the reasons I love Highspecs so much. Second, the whole chess game theme/structure.  I worked hard on it and I’m proud of how I fit that in.

12: What do you like least about this fic?I realllly wish I could have spent more time on the other bros, but it just didn’t come out that way! There were a lot of cute details that I could have fleshed out more but I felt like it would have been too distracting from the main storyline.

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?Ahhh one of my favorite types of questions!  I’m going to put this under a cut, because as usual I have a Very Long List of inspirational music for this fic!

I’ll try to keep it to just a few songs per chapter - wish me luck.

Chapter 1: Collar Full by Panic! At The Disco

Chapter 2: Hurricane by Panic! At The Disco,  Feel It Still by Portugal. The Man

Chapter 3: Jigsaw Falling Into Place by Radiohead

Chapter 4:  Last Flowers by Radiohead, Even So by Rachael Yamagata, Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Sara Bareilles

Chapter 5: Hold Me Tight Or Don’t by Fall Out Boy, Something In The Way You Move by Ellie Goulding

Chapter 6: Overcome by Better Than Ezra, R U Mine? by Arctic Monkeys, The Last Of The Real Ones by Fall Out Boy

Chapter 7: Nude by Radiohead, As You Are by Travis, Where Is My Mind by Pixies, Sparks by Coldplay

Chapter 8: You Only Live Once by The Strokes, Hostage by Nothing But Thieves

Chapter 9:  Jet Pack Blues by Fall Out Boy, Stoning by Toshihiko Sabashi (Big-O soundtrack), I Get My Beat by Richard Ashcroft, Inside Out by the Chainsmokers, The Payoff by Royal Deluxe, I Found by Amber Run

Chapter 10: Oh My Love by The Score, Natural by Imagine Dragons, Go Slowly by Radiohead, No Distraction by Beck, Happy Ending by Mika, Let It Go by James Bay, Bishops Knife Trick by Fall Out Boy (that last one is definitely the end and gets me every time)

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here’s the entire thing

neil ardley - prologue,rainbow one (10:26)

neil ardley - rainbow two (7:34)

neil ardley - rainbow three (3:28)

neil ardley - rainbow four (6:14)

neil ardley - rainbow five (4:25)

neil ardley - rainbow six (7:39)

neil ardley - rainbow seven (14:57)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Timeland (15:05)

Automatic Man - Give It To Me (3:53)

Automatic Man - Live Wire (4:49)

Automatic Man - Visitors (3:54)

Automatic Man - Here I Am Now (4:31)

Automatic Man - Daughter Of Neptune (4:17)

Muck Grohbian - Zappenduster (5:39)

Muck Grohbian - Elfen Konigin Auf Staatsbesuch Im Urwald (5:48)

Muck Grohbian - Mondstrahl (3:19)

Muck Grohbian - Liebeslied (4:08)

Muck Grohbian - All-Raunen (2:11)

Automatic Man - Comin' Through (3:36)

Automatic Man - My Pearl (3:44)

Automatic Man - One 'N One (5:55)

Automatic Man - Geni (5:31)

Automatic Man - There's a Way (5:14)

Automatic Man - Automatic Man (4:05)

Automatic Man - Turning of the Axis (3:22)

VOLKOR - To-morrow (2:11)

VOLKOR - Astral Trip (5:33)

VOLKOR - Elbow (7:02)

VOLKOR - What's the Matter (2:18)

VOLKOR - Volkor (6:11)

VOLKOR - Yellow Faces (3:39)

VOLKOR - Green (3:55)

VOLKOR - Naita (4:27)

Casiopea - Time Limit (3:12)

Casiopea - Tears Of The Star (4:31)

Casiopea - Space Road (5:14)

Casiopea - Midnight Rendezvous (5:19)

Casiopea - Far Away (3:56)

Casiopea - Swallow (4:26)

Casiopea - Dream Hill (5:40)

Casiopea - Black Jake (4:18)

Church of the Cosmic Skull - Seven Rays of Colour (4:08)

Church of the Cosmic Skull - Valleys and Hills Part I (Peel Away the Layers) (4:56)

Church of the Cosmic Skull - Now's the Time (4:33)

Club d'Elf - Boney Oscar Stomp (8:10)

Club d'Elf - Zeed Al Maal (8:45)

Club d'Elf - Dark Fish (7:40)

Club d'Elf - King Kong (11:12)

Dr. Aftershave - Ferrets Run (5:10)

Dr. Aftershave - Small Talk Buffy (2:50)

Dr. Aftershave - The Real Shave (3:27)

Dr. Aftershave - Spiral Tape (4:01)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Interior People (5:15)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - 2.02 Killer Year (3:19)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Black Hot Soup (5:12)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Ya Love (4:16)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Butterfly 3000 (2:51)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Doom City (3:14)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - The Book (Live In Sydney '21) (6:51)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Ambergris (4:27)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Blame It On The Weather (2:31)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Candles (4:34)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Evilest Man (7:38)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Kepler-22b (3:12)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Persistence (3:47)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Presumptuous (4:53)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Red Smoke (4:21)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - The Dripping Tap (18:17)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - The Funeral (2:23)

Lush - Sweetness and Light (5:17)

Lush - De-Luxe (3:33)

Lush - Scarlet (3:29)

The Murlocs - Francesca (2:42)

The Murlocs - Dangerous Nature (3:26)

The Murlocs - Bittersweet Demons (3:37)

The Murlocs - Illuminate The Shade (3:53)

The Murlocs - Skyrocket (4:35)

The Murlocs - Noble Soldier (2:44)

The Murlocs - Daily Agony (3:33)

The Murlocs - Oblivion (2:40)

The Murlocs - Household Hermit (3:09)

Heart of Air - Blue Flow (5:00)

Heart of Air - Garasu no Yume (5:02)

Aesop Rock - Float (1:53)

Aesop Rock - Big Bang (4:59)

Aesop Rock - Garbage (4:01)

Aesop Rock - How to Be a Carpenter (4:44)

Aesop Rock - Drawbridge (4:46)

Aesop Rock - One Brick (4:32)

Aesop Rock - Battery (5:07)

Animal Logic - Love In the Ruins (Doctor Dear Doctor) (3:43)

Animals As Leaders - The Brain Dance (7:00)

BBC Symphony Orchestra, Elizabeth Burley, John Alley & Leonard Slatkin - Tabuh-Tabuhan: II. Nocturne (6:17)

Beck - Earthquake Weather (4:26)

Beck - Scarecrow (4:15)

Beck - Rental Car (3:05)

Beck - Orphans (3:15)

Beck - Gamma Ray (2:56)

Beck - Youthless (2:57)

Beck - Profanity Prayers (3:40)

Beck - Volcano (4:28)

Beck - Elevator Music (3:37)

Blockhead - On the Back of a Golden Dolphin (5:43)

Blockhead - Planes and Trains (5:48)

Blockhead - Fire Is Warm (6:17)

Blockhead - Stop Motion Traffic (4:36)

Blockhead - Carnivores Unite (4:46)

Blockhead - You've Got Maelstrom (4:47)

Blockhead - Jet Son (3:48)

Blockhead - The Music Scene (4:49)

Blockhead - The Daily Routine (6:48)

Blockhead - Farewell Spaceman (6:35)

Broadcast - Papercuts (4:31)

Broadcast - Minim (3:01)

Broadcast - Ominous Cloud (3:46)

Broadcast - Hawk (3:42)

Broadcast - Black Cat (3:58)

Broadcast - Corporeal (3:55)

Broadcast - Come On Let's Go (3:17)

Broadcast - Accidentals (3:28)

Broadcast - The Book Lovers (4:49)

Broadcast - Living Room (3:27)

Broadcast - The World Backwards (4:00)

Camel - Unevensong (5:35)

Camel - Skylines (4:27)

Camel - Another Night (6:52)

Camel - Lunar Sea (Instrumental Studio Version) (9:07)

Casa Das Máquinas - Astralização (5:30)

Cement Season - Lost in Space (8:59)

Chris Christodoulou - Moisture Deficit (4:44)

Church of the Cosmic Skull - Movements in the Sky (3:34)

Church of the Cosmic Skull - Is Satan Real? (4:19)

Church of the Cosmic Skull - Evil in your Eye (11:14)

Church of the Cosmic Skull - Go by the River (3:17)

Church of the Cosmic Skull - The Devil Again (4:38)

NightTrap - Reminiscing Her (1:19)

Yes - No Opportunity Necessary, No Experience Needed (4:50)

Yes - America (4:06)

Yes - On The Silent Wings Of Freedom (7:49)

Yes - Into The Lens (8:34)

Crumb - Bones (3:14)

Crumb - Fall Down (2:53)

Crumb - Part III (3:42)

Crumb - Thirty-Nine (4:39)

Crumb - Locket (5:18)

Danger Mouse & Daniele Luppi - Two Against One (feat. Jack White) (2:21)

Danger Mouse & Daniele Luppi - Black (feat. Norah Jones) (3:31)

Danger Mouse & Daniele Luppi - Problem Queen (feat. Norah Jones) (2:36)

David Byrne & St. Vincent - I Should Watch TV (3:08)

David Byrne & St. Vincent - Lazarus (3:13)

David Byrne & St. Vincent - Who (3:50)

Deerhoof - The Galaxist (2:40)

Deerhoof - Cast Off Crown (2:47)

DIIV - Doused (3:43)

Dominique Guiot - Wind Surf Ballad (2:26)

Dominique Guiot - La Danse Des Méduses (2:39)

Dominique Guiot - Une Ballade Pour Une Goélette (1:19)

Dominique Guiot - Les Deux Poissons (2:58)

Dominique Guiot - Ballet Amoureux Des Dauphins (2:26)

Dominique Guiot - Les Pingouins S'Amusent (2:45)

Dominique Guiot - Destination Inconnue (3:28)

Dominique Guiot - Iceberg En Voyage (3:33)

Dominique Guiot - L'Univers De La Mer (3:26)

Dominique Guiot - Alerte En Mer (2:55)

Dominique Guiot - Les Émigrants De La Mer (3:41)

Dominique Guiot - À La Découverte D'Une Amphore (2:44)

Dreamtime - Luminous Knight (7:16)

Dreamtime - River Sprites (5:33)

Elektrobear - Elektrobear - Demon Jazz ~ Rahart Hall (1:47)

Elektrobear - Elektrobear - Rite of Death ~ Choele Choel (2:15)

Elektrobear - Elektrobear - Starry ~ Milori Sanctuary (1:49)

Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Tank (6:48)

Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Infinite Space (Conclusion) (3:22)

Gorillaz - O Green World (4:35)

Gorillaz - November Has Come (2:45)

Gorillaz - All Alone (3:33)

Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc (3:42)

Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood (5:43)

Gorillaz - Pirate Jet (2:32)

Gorillaz - Shy-Town (2:54)

GZA the Genius & Genius/GZA - 4th Chamber (4:37)

Idiot Pilot - The Spartan (Alternative Track) (4:30)

Idiot Pilot - Deep Blue (Alternative Track) (4:13)

Idiot Pilot - Only so Much (3:27)

Idiot Pilot - The Big Sleep (4:02)

Idiot Pilot - The Reigns (5:07)

Idiot Pilot - Last Chance (Acoustic Version) (4:12)

Idiot Pilot - Losing Color (3:53)

Idiot Pilot - Cruel World Enterprise (3:29)

Idiot Pilot - Theme from the Pit (4:50)

Jethro Tull - Aqualung (6:36)

Jethro Tull - Cross-Eyed Mary (4:09)

Joe Hisaishi - Stampede of the Ohmu (2:35)

Joe Hisaishi - In the Sea of Corruption (2:33)

Jun Fukamachi - Quark (10:17)

Jun Fukamachi - Perpetual (Movement) (10:28)

Keane - Atlantic (4:13)

King Crimson - Sailor's Tale (7:29)

King Crimson - Fracture (11:12)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Horology (Live in Utrecht, 2019) (2:35)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Fishing for Fishies (5:01)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Acarine (5:24)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Melting (5:27)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Sleep Drifter (4:44)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Nuclear Fusion (4:15)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Barefoot Desert (3:43)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Muddy Water (3:38)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Down the Sink (3:59)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - The Wheel (5:37)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Honey (4:33)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - If Not Now, Then When? (3:50)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Hot Water (3:23)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Am I In Heaven? (7:05)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Minimum Brain Size (4:18)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Intrasport (4:12)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Supreme Ascendancy (3:40)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Static Electricity (5:49)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - East West Link (3:08)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Ataraxia (5:17)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - K.G.L.W. (8:28)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Hot Water (Live In San Francisco / 2016) (3:40)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - The River (Live In San Francisco / 2016) (10:57)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Head On/Pill (Live In San Francisco / 2016) (22:30)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Invisible Face (3:01)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Wah Wah (2:54)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - O.N.E. (3:40)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Trapdoor (2:38)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Crumbling Castle (10:44)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Polygondwanaland (3:32)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - The Castle In The Air (2:47)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Deserted Dunes Welcome Weary Feet (3:33)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Horology (2:52)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - The Fourth Colour (6:12)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - The River (10:10)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Some of Us (3:52)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Straws In the Wind (5:41)

Komeda - Disko (5:13)

Komeda - A Simple Formality (5:28)

Laika - Marimba Song (5:15)

Lisa LeBlanc - You Look Like Trouble (But I Guess I Do Too) (3:45)

MASS OF THE FERMENTING DREGS - Delusionalism (3:41)

MASS OF THE FERMENTING DREGS - Highlight (3:50)

MASS OF THE FERMENTING DREGS - IF A Surfer (3:40)

MASS OF THE FERMENTING DREGS - Bears (4:46)

MASS OF THE FERMENTING DREGS - Kono Speed No Saki E (3:24)

MASS OF THE FERMENTING DREGS - Nan-Nan (3:39)

MASS OF THE FERMENTING DREGS - World Is Yours (3:31)

Mastodon - This Mortal Soil (5:00)

Muse - Assassin (3:30)

Muse - New Born (6:03)

Muse - Space Dementia (6:21)

Muse - Hyper Music (3:21)

Lowrider - Upon the Dune (Full Version) (5:42)

Nirvana - Aero Zeppelin (4:41)

Nirvana - Heart-Shaped Box (4:39)

Nirvana - The Man Who Sold the World (Live) (3:47)

Porcupine Tree - Synesthesia (8 Minute Version) (7:54)

Porcupine Tree - Even Less (7:11)

Porcupine Tree - Pure Narcotic (5:02)

Porcupine Tree - Slave Called Shiver (4:41)

Porcupine Tree - Baby Dream In Cellophane (3:13)

Porcupine Tree - Stranger By the Minute (4:30)

Porcupine Tree - Up The Downstair (10:02)

Psychedelic Porn Crumpets - My Friend's a Liquid (3:35)

Psychedelic Porn Crumpets - Little Moon (3:20)

Psychedelic Porn Crumpets - Made Machine (3:10)

Psychedelic Porn Crumpets - Pi (3:29)

Psychedelic Porn Crumpets - Gallop to Southport (2:33)

Radiohead - 15 Step (3:57)

Radiohead - Bodysnatchers (4:02)

Red Vox - In the Garden (4:09)

Samsara Blues Experiment - Wheel Of Life (4:27)

Simon & Garfunkel - El Condor Pasa (If I Could) (3:06)

Simon & Garfunkel - So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright (3:40)

Simon & Garfunkel - Patterns (2:46)

Simon & Garfunkel - Fakin' It (3:10)

Simon & Garfunkel - Mrs. Robinson (4:02)

Simon & Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence (3:03)

Slivovitz - Persian Night (7:25)

Slivovitz - Oblio (7:08)

Slivovitz - Cleopatra Through (5:22)

Slivovitz - 02-09 (5:36)

slypon - The Start Of The Game (6:04)

Stereolab - Neon Beanbag (3:49)

Stereolab - People Do It All the Time (3:41)

Stereolab - The Free Design (3:47)

Stereolab - Infinity Girl (3:54)

Stereolab - Op Hop Detonation (3:32)

Stereolab - The Emergency Kisses (5:53)

Stereolab - Come Andy Play In the Milky Night (4:38)

Stereolab - “Get a Shot of the Refrigerator” (4:23)

Stereolab - I Was a Sunny Rainphase (3:27)

Stereolab - Interlock (4:10)

Stereolab - Visionary Road Maps (3:35)

Stereolab - Vonal Declosion (3:32)

Stereolab - Suddenly Stars (4:40)

Stereolab - Cosmic Country Noir (4:47)

Stereolab - La Demuere (4:36)

Stereolab - The Man With 100 Cells (3:47)

Stereolab - Margerine Melodie (6:18)

Stereolab - Bop Scotch (3:59)

Stereolab - Ping Pong (3:02)

Stereolab - Supah Jaianto (5:07)

Stereolab - Fluorescences (3:23)

Stereolab - Black Ants In Sound-dust (1:56)

Stereolab - Spacemoth (7:33)

Stereolab - The Black Arts (5:11)

Stereolab - Hallucinex (3:48)

Stereolab - Suggestion Diaboligue (7:52)

Stereolab - Nomos et Phusis (4:23)

Stereolab - I Feel the Air (Of Another Planet) (8:13)

Takeharu Ishimoto - Detonation (2:33)

Takeharu Ishimoto - Shibuya (2:08)

Tangerine Dream - Marakesh (8:19)

Tangerine Dream - Twin Soul Tribe (4:40)

Tangerine Dream - Cat Scan (5:38)

Tangerine Dream - Sun Gate (4:46)

Tangerine Dream - Turning Off The Wheel (6:14)

Tangerine Dream - The Midnight Trail (5:53)

The Funky Knuckles - Micro Clown (8:51)

the pillows - Carnival (3:50)

The Stranglers - Golden Brown (3:28)

psy - chorus (7:46)

rhythm - changer (3:52)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Head OnPill (16:01)

King Crimson - Man with an Open Heart (3:04)

King Crimson - Three of a Perfect Pair (4:13)

Unrest - West Coast Love Affair (4:08)

オレジナルP - ラクトガール ～ 少女密室 (4:46)

Wall of Voodoo - Tomorrow (3:04)

Wall of Voodoo - Call of the West (5:59)

Yes - Close To The Edge (18:42)

Yes - South Side of the Sky (7:58)

Yes - The Fish (Schindleria Praemeturus) (2:38)

Yes - The Gates Of Delirium (21:49)

Yes - The Revealing Science Of God / Dance Of The Dawn (22:22)

Yes - A Venture (3:20)

矢野顕子 - 春咲小红 (3:34)

矢野顕子 - VET (2:24)

Naoki & Arc System Works - Trigger (4:24)

Arc System Works & Naoki - Like a Weed, Naturally, As a Matter of Course (4:45)

Arc System Works & Naoki - Drift (5:46)

71, 73, 90?

71. What genre is your favorite playlist right now and what’s it called?

it's called water level and it's mostly psychedelic rock with some jazz fusion, old 70s electronic albums, and some 90s pop music mixed in. KGLW is wildly overrepresented.

73. What time of day do you like best?

the period between about 9pm and when The Depression starts creeping in

90. What has been your favorite book you’ve read in the last 5 years?

I don't actually read a ton of books, but it's probably a wizard of earthsea, it set my bar for fantasy fiction much higher than it was previously, and I'm gonna be comparing every piece of fantasy media I consume against it for the rest of time. the 7 1/2 deaths of evelyn hardcastle is a close second. I think I've probably only read/listened to maybe 4 other books in that period though, competition is not all that stiff.

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#52 RAZZMATAZZ 16/12/2017

Big Thief - Mythological Beauty Ulrika Spacek - Everything: All The Time Japanese Breakfast - Diving Woman Soccer Mommy - Death By Chocolate The Everywheres - I Still (Love You) Swimming Tapes - Tides DIIV - Healthy Moon Jacco Gardner - Clear The Air The Clientele - One Hundred Leaves Deerhunter - Memory Boy Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Red Right Hand Badly Drawn Boy - something To Talk About Kevin Ayers - Song For Insane Times Pavement - Rattled By La Rush The Breeders - Wait in the Car The Fiery Furnaces - Single Again R.E.M. - Exhuming McCarthy Patti Smith - Everybody Wants to Rule the World (Tears For Fears cover) Roxy Music - Take a Chance with Me David Bowie - Valentine's Day Iggy Pop - Gardenia The Velvet Underground - Foggy Notion Stereolab - Miss Modular Saccades - Bleeding Colours Charles Howl - I Love You 47 Sunflower Bean - Easier Said Slowdive - Star Roving Lush - Out of Control The Breeders - Safari The Brian Jonestown Massacre - Revolution Number Zero Primal Scream - If They Move, Kill 'em The Stone Roses - Waterfall The Charlatans - White Shirt Ride - Leave Them All Behind Splashh - Come Back Jane Weaver - Did You See Butterflies? Novella - Does The Island Know Bored Nothing - Dragville, TN The Auteurs - Showgirl Radiohead - There There. (The Boney King Of Nowhere.) Blur - Beetlebum Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds - Riverman Gaz Coombes - This Time Tomorrow (The Kinks cover) The Kinks - Tired of Waiting For You The Beatles - You Can't Do That Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers - Roadrunner The Clash - Julie's Been Working For The Drug Squad Devo - Secret Agent Man Franz Ferdinand - All My Friends (LCD Soundsystem cover) Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - Little Thing Gone Wild The Raveonettes - Love In A Trashcan Allah-Las - Busman's Holiday Courtney Barnett & Kurt Vile - Blue Cheese Wilco - Box Full Of Letters Waxahatchee - Silver Superchunk - What a Time to Be Alive Spectre Folk - Action Ray Thurston Moore - Ceasefire (Radio Edit) Lee Ranaldo - Circular Elbow - Magnificent (She Says) Allah-Las - Burning In Heaven The Shins - New Slang Grizzly Bear - Mourning Sound Cigarettes After Sex - Apocalypse Courtney Barnett & Kurt Vile - Untogether Built to Spill - Carry the Zero Arcade Fire - Infinite_Content Badly Drawn Boy - Silent Sigh Jeff Tweedy - I'm Always In Love Graham Coxon - Falling Luna - Indian Summer (Beat Happening cover) Pavement - The Killing Moon (Echo & The Bunnymen cover) Pin Ups (as Gash) - A Day In The Life (The Beatles cover) George Harrison - Isn't it A Pity Neil Young - Harvest Moon Sharon Van Etten - Taking Chances Julee Cruise - Falling Radiohead - Desert Island Disk Ride - Home Is A Feeling St. Vincent - London Calling (The Clash acoustic cover) The Beatles - For No One The Jesus And Mary Chain - New York City The Flaming Lips - Feeling Yourself Disintegrate Guided By Voices - Hold on Hope Grant Lee Phillips - Wave of Mutilation (Pixies cover) Juliana Hatfield - Needle In The Hay (Elliott Smith cover) Courtney Barnett - Heavy Heart (You Am I cover) Belle & Sebastian - A Century Of Fakers Beck - Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometimes (Korgis cover) Elton John - Goodbye Yellow Brick Road John Cale - (I Keep A) Close Watch Nick Cave - Let It Be (The Beatles cover) Paul Weller - Time Of The Season (The Zombies cover) The Velvet Underground - After Hours siga o perfil da Taste the Floor no Facebook!