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theostrophywife · 1 year ago

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baby, won't you be my girl?

pairing: theodore nott x reader. song inspiration: only girl by stephen sanchez. author’s note: theodore nott, the man that you are. please enjoy my favorite flirty yummy slytherin boy 🐍 part two: stop the world i wanna get off with you.

Theodore Nott was not the jealous type.

Jealousy required emotions, which Theo found so terribly unrefined. He was a Slytherin, for Salazar’s sake. Not some hotheaded Gryffindor incapable of keeping his anger in check. But as he glared daggers at the back of some pathetic little beater who was currently flirting with you across the common room, Theo couldn’t help but feel downright murderous.

The worst part was that he could’ve prevented all of this. If he had just manned the fuck up, Theo would’ve been the one pressed close against you, whispering his signature suggestive comments in your ear and making you smile.

But Theo—absolute tosser that he was—didn’t realize his blunder until it was too late.

Earlier that week, the two of you had been studying in his room. Well, you were studying. Theo, on the other hand, was smoking enough pot to sedate a hippogriff. He inhaled deeply, watching with a slight smirk on his face as you frowned into your Charms textbook. You were laying on your stomach at the edge of his bed with notes strewn all around you. The combination of your slightly unbuttoned white blouse, dangerously short black pleated skirt, and green and silver high knee socks affected him more than the drugs he was currently inhaling.

There was something incredibly sexy about a beautiful woman laying in his bed and completely ignoring him in favor of a dusty old tome. Or maybe it was just you. To be fair, Theo found everything about you quite sexy. Even your infamous lectures regarding his drug habits, which you were due to give him in three…two…one….

You huffed indignantly, the action ruffling the feathers on your quill. “I will never understand why you voluntarily choose to put that rubbish into your body.”

Theo shrugged, blowing a puff of smoke towards the ceiling. “It’s relaxing.”

“What could you possibly be stressed about, Teddy?”

He smiled at the nickname. If anyone else called him that, Theo would’ve hexed the life out of them, but he liked the way it sounded when you said it. Especially when you were a little bit annoyed at him.

“I’ve got a lot on my shoulders, love.” He took another drag and sighed dramatically. “Being rich and handsome is incredibly tiring work.”

You snorted. “You’re an absolute twat, you know that?”

Theo held the blunt between his slender fingers and plopped down next to you. “A rich and handsome twat.”

“A rich, handsome, and dead twat if you don’t get that blunt away from my textbook.” Theo smiled sheepishly before putting out the cigarette on the ashtray by his bedside table. You rolled your eyes and tapped the end of your quill against his chest. “You should really quit. That shit’s terrible for your lungs.”

Theo turned, cocking his head at you. His watercolor eyes bored into yours as a smirk curved against his lips. “What will you give me if I do?”

“Theodore Aurelius Nott,” you chided. Despite the blush creeping into your cheeks, you managed to keep your voice steady as you glared at the perfectly coiffed prick. “Do not make me stab you with my quill.”

He grinned. There was nothing Theo enjoyed more than making his best friend flustered. “I’ll take a light stabbing if it means that you’ll start paying attention to me again.” You laughed at his childish pout. “What are you studying so hard for anyways?”

“We have a Charms exam on Friday and you know how brutal Flitwick is.”

“Scheduling an exam on the same day as a quidditch game should be a crime punishable by wizarding law.” Theo complained with a groan. “A game against Gryffindor, no less.”

“Not everything revolves around quidditch, Theo.”

“Try telling that to Malfoy,” he said with a sigh. “The bloody git’s been running the whole team ragged. For the past three weeks, Draco’s been forcing all of us to wake up before sunrise. I’m losing my precious beauty sleep, Y/N.”

You pouted, pinching his cheeks. “Poor Teddy bear. How will you ever recover?”

"Smartass," Theo said with a smirk.

"Top of the class, baby." You rolled over and winked at him. "I really am that witch."

"I think I'm rubbing off on you, love."

"In your dreams, Nott."

He chuckled. "Oh, I'm definitely rubbing off on you." Theo snatched the quill out of your hands. "Enough studying. I'd rather talk about how I'm going to crush those Gryffindor brutes, which I can only do with you cheering me on from the stands."

You took the quill back, tapping its feathery edge against Theo's nose. “You know that watching all that flying makes me nauseous. Plus, I can’t even enjoy myself because I’m too worried about you taking a bludger to the head.”

“I promise not to let anything ruin my pretty face. I know how much you enjoy the view, after all,” Theo said with a wink. “If you promise to come.”

“I don’t know, Teddy…”

He pouted, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. “Please, Y/N. I need my good luck charm. Plus, you look cute in my jersey.”

“My eyes are closed half of the time from sheer terror,” you pointed out. Theo watched as you fiddled with the end of your quill. “Besides, wouldn’t it be weird to wear your jersey and cheer you on?”

Theo’s brows furrowed. “Why would it be weird?”

“Because,” you said matter-of-factly. “Those are things a girlfriend would normally do.”

“Well, yes, traditionally. But you’re my best friend,” Theo explained. “It’s not like that between us.”

The minute the words came out of his mouth, Theo knew it was the wrong thing to say. You stiffened beside him, your body language turning as tense as a bowstring.

“Right,” you said in a tight tone. “It’s definitely not like that between us.”

“No, that’s not what I meant. I just—I mean you’re not like the other guy’s girlfriends. We’ve known each other for ages. We just don’t see each other that way.”

Theodore Nott, idiot extraordinaire. If looks could kill, he’d be at the bottom of the Black Lake waiting to become a delicious feast for the merpeople.

“Of course not,” you said with humorless laughter. “We’re just friends. It would be mental for anyone to think that we’d ever be in a relationship, right?”

There was a challenge behind those words. Despite the fact that his dorm was deep within the dungeons, Theo could hear a slight ringing in his ears, like the howl of the wind as he raced past on his Nimbus, heart beating against his chest as he prepared to hurl the quaffle with all his might. Only now his target wasn’t a goal hoop.

It was you. His best friend. The girl he had been head over heels in love with since the moment you pushed Adrian Pucey into a bush at Malfoy Manor for making fun of five year old Theo’s lisp.

He should say something, anything, but for once in his life, Theodore Nott had no witty comeback in his arsenal. Stupid, pathetic coward that he was, all he could manage was a nod.

“Right,” he licked his lips nervously. “Just friends.”

The disappointment in your eyes felt like a punch to the gut. Worse than when he’d broken his arm in third year. Worse than when Mattheo dragged him into a brawl with those brawny Durmstrang guys in fourth year. He would have gladly taken another meaty Bulgarian fist to the face rather than face you right now.

Theo watched helplessly as you rolled off the bed and stuffed your studying materials into your leather satchel. “Wait, Y/N. Are you leaving? I thought you wanted to study?”

You slipped your shoes on, averting his gaze. “I do, which is why I’m gonna head to the library. I’m more focused there, anyways.”

Theo was still utterly confused as he scrambled after you. “Let me at least walk you to—”

“That’s really not necessary,” you said, cutting him off. “I’ll see you later, Theo.”

Theo, did not, in fact, see you later.

If avoiding him was a sport, you would’ve won the bloody Triwizard cup. The fact that you memorized his schedule for him since he couldn’t be trusted to actually remember to show up to class probably helped. Theo didn’t realize how accustomed he had grown to having you around until you weren’t there.

When Enzo obliviously rebuffed a Hufflepuff’s attempt to flirt with him at breakfast, Theo turned to your usual spot beside him to nudge you only to find the space empty. When Potter & Co. prattled on about whatever martyr cause they’d picked up that week, Theo found himself searching for you across the Potions classroom to share an eyeroll, but caught a glimpse of your retrieving back instead. The last straw had been when Elizabeth Burke’s portrait refused to let him into his own dorms because Theo couldn’t remember the passcode. He never had to since you always came in together.

In other words, Theo was absolutely fucking miserable. Even the team’s win against Gryffindor failed to lift his spirits. He knew that it had only been a week, but he missed you so fucking much that it actually hurt.

The sight of you walking into the common room filled him with instant relief. For about half a second. Until he saw that you weren’t alone.

Then, Theo had reverted back to his sulky self, choosing a shady spot amidst the raging party to drown his sorrows with a bottle of firewhisky. He had gone through at least half of the Ogden’s while chain smoking like a Hungarian Horntail.

“Oi, what’s got your wand in a twist?” Mattheo asked while snatching the cigarette out of Theo’s mouth. He took a deep inhale and blew a puff of smoke directly into Theo’s face. “Aren’t you supposed to be celebrating our victory? Why’d you look like someone pissed in your soup?”

“Fuck off, Riddle,” Theo muttered in response as he took back his cigarette. The smoke made the room hazy, but not enough to block you from view.

The beater—the fucking twat—leaned in to whisper into your ear. Whatever he said made you burst into laughter, which once again filled Theo with pure, unadulterated rage.

“Someone’s in a mood,” Enzo remarked, plopping down on the sofa beside Theo. A circle of third years hovered at the edge of their group, but as usual, Berkshire remained utterly oblivious to their presence. Bloody hell, he was even worse than Theo.

“I bet ten galleons that Nott bashes Murdock’s head in before the end of the night,” Draco said.

“Murdock, is it?” Theo grunted. “What do we know about the prick?”

Blaise rolled his eyes. “Absolutely nothing. He’s not even worth gossiping about,” he announced dismissively while sipping his drink. Imported French wine, probably. Zabini would never partake in something as common as beer.

Mattheo’s lips curled in amusement. “Besides the fact that he’s making a move on Theo’s girl.”

“She’s not my girl,” Theo said defensively.

“Really?” Malfoy drawled, raising a pale blonde brow. “So you wouldn’t mind if I asked Y/N to dance?”

“Don’t even fucking think about it, Malfoy.”

The Slytherin boys laughed. For them, the week had been amusing as all hell. They had never seen Theo this wound up before. A few days without Y/N and their usual sassy, sarcastic mate had turned into a complete basket case.

Pansy sighed. “For Salazar’s sake, Theo. Either man the fuck up or stand down. Y/N deserves to have a good night, too. Who she has it with is entirely up to you.”

Pansy Parkinson was a pain in the arse, but she was also right.

With that, Theo put his cigarette out on the ashtray and stood from his place on the sofa. It only took three strides for Theo to get to you. Four for you to startle as he casually put his arm around your shoulders.

“There you are,” he whispered into your ear. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

You froze in place as Theo pulled you close. The scent of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke enveloped you, drawing you in like a moth to a flame.

Under normal circumstances, you would’ve flown straight into the fire that was Theodore Nott, but tonight you were in no mood to get burned. You’ve already endured enough pain and humiliation from your last conversation.

Just friends kept replaying over and over in your head like a broken record. You felt like an absolute pillock. For years, it felt like the two of you had been teetering towards…something. All that shameless flirting, the lingering touches, the late night conversations. You had been stupid enough to believe in the possibility that Theo felt for you what you felt for him.

But maybe it was all in your imagination.

“Theo,” you said, slinking out of his reach. Hurt flashed in his eyes as you faced him. “Congrats on the win. Christoph said it was a good game.”

“It would’ve been better if you were in the stands,” Theo said softly.

“I was busy.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” he eyed Christoph with disdain. “Listen, can we go somewhere and talk? I haven’t seen you all week.”

You crossed your arms. “We just got here.”

Theo was not well pleased by your use of ‘we’ as if you and Murdock were suddenly now a thing. He barely spared the sodding prick a glance. You couldn’t actually be attracted to this prat, could you? He was all wrong for you. Murdock had a stocky beater build and short blonde cropped hair. You hated beefy guys and you were definitely not a fan of blondes. Case in point: Draco.

No, you liked tall sarcastic brunettes with messy hair and a slight nicotine addiction.

You liked him.

So Theo stayed put, meeting your gaze with equal intensity. There was no way in hell he was backing down.

For good measure, he pouted slightly and fixed his eyes on you. “Please, Y/N.”

He saw the exact moment when your resolve broke. Your expression softened and your shoulders relaxed, slumping in defeat. You sighed before turning over to Murdock. “Do you mind giving us a moment?”

Christoph nodded. “I’ll fetch us some more drinks.”

Theo watched him walk away, or rather, he glared at his back until Murdock was out of sight.

“Really, Y/N?” Theo asked incredulously. “You're slumming it with that benchwarmer?”

You wheeled towards him, eyes blazing with fire. Oh, he was truly in for it now. “First of all, I’m not ‘slumming it’ with anyone and even if I were, it’s none of your bloody business. Second of all, Christoph is actually a really nice guy.”

Theo scoffed. “Yeah, because you’re suddenly into really nice guys now.”

“Well maybe I got tired of hanging around pricks.”

Ouch. That one definitely hurt. Even if it was well deserved.

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me all week?” Theo asked, stepping closer. “You’ve been busy with Murdock?”

Merlin’s beard, Theo was ridiculously tall. He towered a good foot over you, cornering you against the wall. His eyes were stormy and dark like a predator watching its prey.

“Careful, Theo,” you warned, meeting his gaze. “You almost sound jealous.”

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Neither one of you were backing down from this little standoff. Theo braced himself against the wall, his face inches away from yours.

“What if I am?” He challenged, his eyes dipping to your mouth. “What if I told you that it’s taking every ounce of self control I have not to rip Murdock to shreds?”

A shiver skittered down your spine. Theo wasn’t a violent person. Sure, he’d been in a fight or two, but that was mostly Mattheo’s doing. Your best friend wasn’t the aggressive type, so to hear him threaten Christoph took you by surprise.

“You have no reason to be jealous, Theo.” You countered. “After all, we’re just friends.”

“No, we’re not,” he said. “We’ve never been just friends, Y/N.”

“Then why did you—”

“Because I’m an idiot and a coward,” Theo said with a sigh. “Because I had a beautiful girl in my bed and I had no idea how to tell her that I’ve been in love with her since I was five.”

All the anger and hurt you’ve been carrying around for the past week instantly dissolved. A little smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. “You’re in love with me?”

“I thought that much was obvious, love.”

“Hmm,” you hummed in response. “Theodore Nott, infamous playboy and shameless flirt, is in love with me. What an interesting development.”

Theo groaned. “Now is not the time to be a smartass, Y/N.”

“I think it’s the perfect time—”

You didn’t get the chance to finish your sentence. Suddenly, Theo’s lips were on yours. He tasted like peppermint and whiskey, and he kissed you like his life depended on it. You sighed into his mouth, melting against his touch as he cupped the side of your cheek. This was definitely not a just friends kiss. It was a butterfly inducing, head in the clouds, sweep you off your feet kind of kiss.

Theo's hands snaked around your waist as your fingers found purchase in his shaggy brown hair. He pulled you flush against him like he couldn't get enough. Merlin's pants, Theo really knew how to kiss. His lips were soft against yours, but there was a roughness in his actions that told you that his restraint was hanging on by a thread.

Like he'd been waiting for this for far too long.

You knew the feeling all too well.

"Darling, if you keep kissing me like that then this party will receive a show they didn't ask for."

You stuck your tongue out at him. "You started it."

"Shall I end it too, love?"

"You're an absolute twat, Theodore Nott." You rolled your eyes, kissing the tip of his nose affectionately. “A rich, handsome twat that I'm in love with."

Somewhere across the room, the hoots and hollers of your friends ignited a deafening cheer. Mattheo and Enzo clapped Theo on the back. Blaise raised his glass in approval. Draco smirked and exchanged galleons with Pansy. You didn’t even want to know what that was about.

“Fucking finally,” Mattheo remarked. “Notty boy here has been impossible to deal with this entire week. I never noticed how much of a wanker he can be when you aren’t there to balance him out, Y/N.”

You chuckled. “It couldn’t have been that bad.”

Enzo grimaced. “You weren’t on the receiving end of his quaffles,” he said, eyeing Theo. “He nearly took my head off.”

That only made you laugh more. “Teddy bear wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“No, it’s true. Nott went absolutely mental.” Draco confirmed, draping an arm around your shoulder. “I’ve never seen him play like that. He wiped the floor with those pathetic Gryffindors. You should ignore him more often, Y/N."

Pansy wrinkled her nose. “Please don’t. Looking at his miserable face put me off my meals for an entire week. I couldn’t even bear to eat any of my special Belgian chocolates. I missed out on Belgian chocolates, Y/N!”

“You lot are overexaggerating,” Theo said, pulling you in by the waist. “I wasn’t that bad.”

“Please, you were an absolute mess without Y/N,” Blaise added.

“More like an absolute wanker,” Mattheo supplied.

“An absolute supreme mega wanker,” Draco agreed. “Even by my standards.”

“It was pretty brutal,” said Enzo.

Theo glared at all of them before taking your hand. “Let’s go, Y/N. I’d rather not stand around and get insulted all night.”

“Sure thing. But I should probably tell Christoph that I’m…indisposed.”

Mattheo grinned mischievously. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about Murdock.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “What did you do, Riddle?”

“I didn’t do anything,” he said innocently. “The boys and I just let him know that he should set his sights elsewhere.”

“We also might have implied that we’d turn him into a horned bullfrog if he ever hit on you again,” Enzo said with a smile.

“The audacity he even had approaching you is frankly insulting,” Malfoy remarked. “Everyone knows you’re off limits.” He smirked. “Unfortunately.”

Theo fell right into Draco’s bait. “Don’t hit on my girl, Malfoy.”

Blaise raised an amused brow. “Oh, she’s your girl now, is she?

“Of course she is,” Theo said. He linked his fingers with yours and flashed those pretty eyes at you. The perfect mixture of blue and green, just like the ocean during a storm. “If she’ll have me.”

You smiled, wide and bright. “Come on, Teddy. Your girl wants to dance.”

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pearlofthesirens · 9 months ago

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Everything's gonna be okay- Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader

first time writing for a fandom omg might as well start writing for cod more. thank you to @xxshadowbabexx for this writing competition, i'm so happy to participate <3 summary: After Simon found himself waking up after another nightmare, his significant other reminds him that he isn't alone in this world pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x Fem!Reader warnings: she/her pronouns used, nightmares, Simon's past, toxic relationship with father mentioned, slight cursing now playing: Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez word count: 1193 words(one thousand one hundred and ninety three words)

"I wish you would've told me," "Told you what? That I get nightmares which eat me alive? That I've always been this fucked up?" "..that's not what I meant, Si." Hearing the familiar nickname slip off her tongue despite how he yelled at her snapped him out of the shaken state he was in. He turned to look at the doorknob, contemplating on whether to twist it open or not. It had been more than half an hour that he locked himself in the bathroom, splashing water on his face and making excuses to not come out. He didn't want to see her, not when she had witnessed him scream as he woke up from his nightly terrors and swat her hand away with such force. All she wanted was to comfort him, her gentle rubs on his face was all he needed at that moment. Then why did he refuse to open the door and face her?

"I want to help, Si. I want to be there for you like you have been for me all this time." He looked at himself in the mirror, the face he dreaded to see every day. He wore the mask for a reason and as much as Johnny pestered him for the real reasons, it had always been more than just hiding his face for safety. His dusty blonde strands and brown irises remind him of a bastard he shouldn't be thinking of. The bastard he took care of when he just had enough, the bastard who tyrannized not only him, but his dear mother and brother. His lover on the other side of the door seemed to be in love with all of him, the scars, wounds, bruises, even the face he thought he would despise all his life.

"You're more than your father's son. You're Simon, my Simon.." Simon thought of his mother often, Tommy and Beth too. Simon also thought of having a little critter like Joseph crawling around the house, someone whom he can call his. Someone he can raise with the love of his life. Someone to let him prove that he indeed did not turn out to be the person he had sworn to loathe for an eternity. Simon wished to have a family he would love and cherish. But he did not trust himself.

"Do not listen to the voices in your head, Simon. They're lying to you. You're worth it, you're worth the troubles. I'm here to help and I'm here to stay. Please..please let me in. Please let me help you, Si." Hearing her voice break was the last straw and he couldn't torture himself with solitude anymore. He opened the door very slowly, surprisingly avoiding the creaking of the hinges which much needed some greasing. He looked down to find her little face peering into him, her curious eyes always searching for something. Under her scrutinizing gaze, Simon felt the tiniest droplet of water roll down from his forehead to his lashes, down to his chin. Her hand took his, squeezing his fingers softly before she stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He let go of every insecurity and every doubt he had about himself, snaking his arms around her waist.

Dipping his head down and into her neck, he took the longest breath in and inhaled her all so familiar scent. Simon thought she never needed perfume, her body odor was so enticing and comforting to him that he'd rather not fill his nostrils with anything artificial. His arms tightened and he let out the softest sniffle, burying his face even further into her neck. He felt two small hands rubbing his back, running over the muscles he spent hours in the gym to build.

Before meeting her, Simon thought that crying in front of his partner was the stupidest thing possible. How would it look if a 6'4 military man was breaking down in tears in the arms of his little love? He was supposed to be a man, he was supposed to be the one providing her comfort and not the other way. But at that moment of vulnerability, his ego had been overtaken by the need to feel her close. She was the only one who would see through Ghost and not once judge him. "This..I'm so sorry, lovie..I-I can't make it stop." "I know, darling. I know. But I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here, Si." Simon never once understood how she broke through the tough walls he had built, how she took his ice cold heart and warmed it up at the cost of her patience. She had always been so gentle with him, even when he felt frustrated and yelled profanities at her, not realizing that she was not one of the people who would disregard how he felt. She taught him how to apologize with words, she always reassured him that he could be gentle despite not once finding peace in his tragic life. And yes, he was gentle with her. He did apologize with words every single time he ended up saying something he didn't mean.

He had a ritual to calm her down when she was upset, the reason being him or not. He would sit her down on his lap, wipe her tears and place tender kisses on her forehead. He did everything in his power to not see his angel cry, specially not because of him. So why was it weird to him when she did the same? Why did it not feel right when it was her turn to show how much he deserved to be held and comforted too? "I'll tell you this again and again and again. You're worth it, Si. You're worth the stupid arguments we get into sometimes, you're worth the silent treatment, you're worth all the wrong things you've once said to me. You wanna know why?" He only nodded his head, not bringing his face out of her neck. "Because I see the change in you. I see you trying, I see you improving. You've gotten so much better at expressing yourself, you apologize with words, you think twice before saying anything to me. I know there had been moments you've slipped up, but that does not mean that you don't deserve love." And suddenly, everything she said made sense to Simon. He had improved, he tried his best to be better, to be gentler, to be kinder. To her and to himself. So what if he had said something he shouldn't have? He knew how to recognize his mistakes and appropriately apologize for it, he knew how to make up for his behavior. He knew how to say sorry without bullshitting, he knew how to admit that he had done something wrong and he knew how to fix it. And she had been by his side all the time, refusing to be anything but kind, loving and understanding. How could he not love her? "I swear, lovie..I ain't leaving you till the day I die. I promise" "I love you too, Si. Wanna get back to bed?" "Yeah."

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blumenkorba · 1 month ago

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On the first night of Christmas my lover gave to me... one tequila shot.

Blumen here!

First time writing here, I'm new at this, this is my first fanfic: Rick Sanchez- I'm obsessed whit him now-.

Please be kind, English is not my first language.

Summary:Rick Sanchez is caught whit a turmoil of emotions due he doesn't know how to confront the truth: he's falling for you.

Notes:SFW,Angst and fluff at equal parts, probably grammatical mistakes, f reader.

Enjoy!

"Shit."

That was he's first thought.

Shit... shit... shit...

Wasn't simple as he expected to be, you were only a family friend, younger than his own daughter, but for some reason he felt not that annoyed when you were around; curious, kind, sassy and , why Don't tell it?, attractive... The whole package...for whom?

"I'm the smartest creature alive, I don't need to feel." He thought.

And then he was there, staring at you while you were helping Beth whit the decorations for the upcoming Christmas party.

"Rick, could you please give me that mistletoe over there".You said pointing to a dusty box."The plastic ones, we won't use natural due some...Winnie Jerry allergy".

That's it, he likes you because you also think so low about Jerry, was expected after he told you all the things he has done to Beth-at least from his peculiar point of view-.

The party went by in the best way of all, curiously the best part of them all, at least for the Smith family, was that Rick stayed silent almost all the time-just whit a few ungraceful and rude comments that died the moment you looked at him whit a slight pout-.

After all that, there he was standing in the silence and emptiness of the garage, not sure what was going on inside him, maybe understanding but unable of acknowledge it.

"Shit". That was his first thought.

Suddenly the door cracked open as you entered into the dim lighted room.

"Rick? Are you here?" You muttered.

A low groan was your answer as you stepped into his 'domain', Rick looked at you whit slight red eyes and a smirk, false as the mistletoe you hung earlier.

"Sup,doll"

You chuckled at the pet name and that made his skin crawl, why you had to be such an endering creature? Why you in the whole vastness of cosmos?

You lend him a present, a small box wrapped in blue paper whit a silver ribbon.

"Happy whatever, Beth told me you weren't a fan of Christmas but... I guess you can have a present."

You smiled at him whit that soft expression, that fucking soft expression that you always gave to Beth when she was nagging about Jerry, the same soft face that you made at his grandchildren when they came back safe and sound after their adventures whit him, the same soft face you had when he found you staring at him.

You were just a family friend, then why?

"Open it, is not a fancy thing, just some 'caballitos' for tequila... I know you are into... Drinks, so I thought about you when I was there... "

Your voice died the moment you were about to say something really embarrassing, at least for you; he noticed but that didn't changed his inner turmoil: Why the fuck you were so damn you?

Rick ripped the paper and looked at the wooden box, he opened and found 6 tequila shot glasses perfectly aligned.

"Thanks doll, so thoughtful of you." He said whit the same raspy voice.

You smiled again, almost childish, a slight pink covering your cheeks as if you were a college girl opening your heart to a professor.

"I'm happy you liked, I don't know maybe in another universe something is different..."

"What did you said?" He asked a bit taken aback.

"Sorry... I guess is not the best to talk about universes whit someone like you, but for us, mortals". You chuckled at your own pun. " We though that maybe in other universe things could be different..." Your voice were calmed and the tone almost apologetic.

That was it! Rick pulled the wooden box to his chest and a soft smile,that you have never seen before, crossed his face. Rick thought in that moment that maybe, maybe in other reality there was a Rick being brave enough to let go all that spite, brave enough to embrace this fluffy feeling inside him, brave enough to take your hand, to ask you out... To give himself another chance.

"Well, I'll leave you alone... I have to drive home and is a bit frosty outside."You turned in your heels to reach the door when a hand clinged softly to the hem of your sweater, you turned around and saw Rick, averting your gaze.

"Tequila, doll?" He muttered.

You looked at him bewildered before letting out a small huff.

"Sorry Rick but is getting late and a storm could hit any time..."

"I'll drive you home if you want", He interrupted, "well... is more like I'll teleport home if you want to...stay... "

Rick's voice trailed off, not due the alcohol, that sounded different but more due the sensation that if he let you go he will be less of a Rick, he was 'The Rick', always a step ahead, always in control, always thinking outside the box, always being what the other Ricks weren't and he wanted to be... Brave.

"So?" He said letting go off the hem of your sweater.

You blinked a bit confused but after a moment you nodded whit a grin plastered in your face.

"Sure, but not here... Is freezing , let's go inside to the living room" You nodded towards the door that connected the garage whit the rest of the house.

"Fuck no doll". Said he waving his hand in mid air whit a annoyed expression.

You just grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the house again and there was it, he was being 'The Rick' by going against all that made the Ricks be less of a Rick than him: giving himself a second chance.

#rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez x you #rick sanchez #rick sanchez fanfic #rick Sanchez fluff

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miheartsedthings · 10 months ago

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Song: Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez

Billy x Shy (slightly) Nyctohobic Reader SFW (Minors DNI)

Summary: You and Billy only met a week ago (the day you started community service) and you never talk to him, that is until the night you're cleaning the community center and the power goes out.

My submission to @corroded-hellfire Valentine's event! ;)

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“It's your own fault, but 500 hours for parking tickets is fucking bullshit.”

Carmen takes a generous pull from her cigarette, a bright red cherry glowing in the dark. She draws the smoke in deep and lets it billow from her nostrils like some great dragon. As if it were purer than the air around you. The baseball field is dark, an orange lamp post on the little street beyond the fences. You sit on the ice-cold bleachers, chill biting right through your thin sweatpants and pullovers, numbing you to the bone.

“I can't believe you're going.”

You say to the dark. You reach for the bottle of crown between your sneakered feet and take another swig.

“Yeah well, no one told you to get community service right after graduation. Otherwise, you could start with the rest of us.”

“Who knew Hawkins took parking so seriously.”

She chuckled, her face obscured by smoke and darkness. She chuckled and didn't even cough.

“Talk to Hargrove yet?”

You took another long drink and cringed a little.

“Nope.”

She chuckled again, but louder, blossoming into a full-hearted laugh.

“Seriously? You lost that bet fair and square. If you don’t tell him, it’s friendship treason.”

“I swear, I’ll tell him.”

“How?”

“I’ll figure it out.”

She shook her head, then put out her spent cigarette and grabbed your hand. You walked that way; hands clasped, joints stiff with cold, the way you had every night since graduation a few months back. Be it from parties or hours on the bleachers talking about any and everything. Carmen had been your best friend since moving there from Chicago mid-semester. In the morning, she'd be going off to college and you already missed her so much it made your throat ache.

You stopped on her darkened lawn and she turned to you.

“Do me a favor,” she said, fishing her crumpled pack of lucky strikes from her front pocket and slapping them into your hand. “Keep my last lucky.”

You look at the white and red pack, it's plastic crinkled, the integrity of the carton broken down into a soft, malleable thing.

“For luck?” The question isn't a question and you smile when you look at her, pocketing the pack. A slow grin spreads across her face.

“Hell yeah. Good fuckin luck.”

. . .

The clouds are dark and low, threatening rain at any minute.

“It’s child endangerment having us out here in a storm.” Ricky, one of the other ‘volunteers’ sneers this at the probation officer, interrupting his speech about your assignment.

The officer cuts his eyes at him.

“A, you’re working inside the community center. B, you’re 23. All of you are old enough to know better.”

You're messing with the pack of cigarettes in the pocket of your orange jumper. The sky does look sinister, and you’re here much closer to sunset than normal. The community center wouldn’t reschedule their afterschool program, leaving the group to wait until dinnertime.

“You’ll work in teams of two. Two on the second floor, two on the main, two in the basement.”

The girl beside you raises her hand, her pink manicure glittering in the sun.

“My doctor says I can’t be in dark, dusty places. I have a note.”

The officer regards her with annoyance.

“Jess and Thomas, take main,” he says, “David and Ricky you two have the attic, and.”

It’s then that he looks around, realizing you're the last person there. He rolls his eyes. “Anybody seen Hargrove today?”

Of the fourteen days of service, Billy has only shown up about 8, and only half of those was he on time. When you’d first moved to Hawkins, Billy stood out immediately. The California transplant who took over the school. It’s a shame he insisted on acting like a dickhead because he was a serious hottie, and there was a lack of eye candy around here. In any case, your paths never crossed. However, that didn’t stop you from admiring him from afar and developing a strong, embarrassing crush. Then, there’s the thing only Carmen knows about. The it you're required to confess to him. Somehow.

The probation officer goes inside to make a phone call and the rest of you relax. You and Jess hop up to sit on the railing along the wheelchair slope.

“You think he’s coming today?” You ask her. She’s adjusting her jumpsuit, trying to make it look more flattering somehow.

“If he does can we switch partners? All Tommy talks about is friggin Dukes a Hazard.”

You laugh.

“Be my guest, his energy is a bit much for me, anyway.”

“Oh, yeah.” her eyes twinkle mischievously “It’s a lot, right? But in a good way. Like a mouth full of hot pizza.”

“You like that feeling?”

“You don’t? It’s nice to be a little overwhelmed sometimes.”

Just as she’s saying this, you get a whiff of smoke, and then she yelps, scrambling away from the rail and grabbing her buttcheek. Billy stands on the other side, grinning, a mostly-gone cigarette hanging from his mouth.

“What?” he asks “Too much?”

His jumpsuit is hanging down, bunched around his waist. His white tee shirt is taut across his chest. Jess giggles and goes back to lean against the bar, she and Billy getting close.

“You like sneaking up behind girls and pinching their asses?”

“Only the cute ones.”

“Mr. Hargrove,” The probation officer is making his way over and you hop down from the railing “Nice of you to join us. You’re in the basement.”

“Um, actually, mister," Jess says "Y/N said she doesn’t mind switching partners.”

“Well, actually, I mind. Hargrove and L/N, in the basement.”

. . .

Billy is whistling while he lazily pushes a skinny vacuum across the short blue carpet. It had started raining the moment we got inside and it raged against the little storm windows near the ceiling. The basement is a small space with a chunky green couch in front of an old TV. Shelves of board games line one wall while on the other is a shelf of movies and an old stereo. You're dusting off the shelf and then move to the stereo, its buttons are all dirty and gross.

“God, this thing is old.” You say, not expecting Billy to hear you, but he does. He switches off the vacuum and comes over, leaning down over your shoulder to look at it. He's close enough to feel his body heat. You smell his cologne and the familiar cigarette smoke.

He glances at you, and even though you look away quick you know he caught you staring.

“Let's see what we got.”

He flicks on the stereo and navigates to a station blaring metal.

“Fuck yes,”

He cranks the music up and starts bopping his head and swirling his hips. You can't help but laugh, and when he sees you looking pleased he smirks and hams it up even more.

“This is not a party!” The parole officer yells down the steps as he comes down. He rounds the corner but Billy doesn't bother to stop dancing, in fact he turns and aims his rolling hips at the officer.

“What's wrong with a little party?” He asks.

You turn the radio off and Billy looks at you like he's surprised you're obeying. You look away.

“Thank you, Ms. L/N. Now, I'm gonna step away for a little while, I'm needed at the courthouse. Can I trust you two to stay down here until the job is done?”

“When exactly is that?” You ask. “I mean, are we supposed to be dusting everything? Cuz that's gonna take all night.”

He sighs.

“Look, just straighten up, clean the windows, make it look nice.”

“Do we have glass cleaner?”

“Are you gonna sass me all night?”

The officer’s tone clips, suddenly, stinging. It makes you look down.

“We got it covered, why don't you run along?” Billy says, already turning his back on the officer, who stares angrily after him for a moment before leaving.

You get back to dusting, embarrassed into silence. Billy wasn't even pretending to work anymore. He rifled through the board games and then sauntered over to the movies and did the same.

“What’d you do, anyway?” He asked, coming up beside you. You looked up at him, and he smirked down at you like he expected something bad.

“Parking tickets.”

His face fell.

“Fuckin tickets? Damn, and here I thought you were interesting.”

Your stomach dropped.

“Sorry to disappoint.” You moved over to the TV and started brushing it off with a paper towel. “What'd you do? Fight somebody?”

“Is that what I look like, to you?” He teased, following you, “You think I'm some jerk who goes around lookin for fights?” He circled in front of you, still grinning like a Cheshire cat. You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help smiling.

“Ya know,” He leaned against the TV, looking up at you with those ocean-blue eyes. “I remember you.”

You stare at him in disbelief for a moment, flustered by his undivided attention.

“Yeah?” You got back to dusting, nervous about the way your blood was rushing. “Well, I was around, and you were around,” you rambled. He closed the distance between you again and snatched the paper towel from your hand. Balling it up, he tossed it around his back and caught it over his shoulder like it was a tiny basketball.

“You gave a speech at that assembly.”

“You remember that?”

You try to hide how pleased you are.

“What, among all the other thrilling shit going on at Hawkins High?”

“I thought you were more of a ‘parties and babes’ kinda guy.”

“Yeah, well. That shit gets boring, too.”

He takes a step closer, trailing his gaze up to your eyes and lingering there with intention. He can tell that his presence makes you nervous, and in the quiet moment that settles, he smirks a little. Thunder claps, making you yelp and jolt, you’re so close to Billy that you can’t help bumping into his chest. He catches you, his hands on your arms.

“Whoa,” he says with a chuckle “Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little storm?”

You push away from his touch.

“Of course not.”

You went to the little bucket of cleaning supplies near the vacuum to look for glass cleaner you already knew wasn’t there. It was dark out, and you were trying not to make it obvious that you were worried about getting home. The bucket offers paper towels, wet wipes, and a couple of sponges. What exactly are you expected to do with this?

“I thought you’d be back in Chicago by now.”

Billy was settling onto the couch, his feet up on the coffee table. Wind howled against the building and you looked to the storm window just in time to see a flash of lightning. Good, this time when the thunder comes you won’t jump like an idiot.

“Yeah, me too. But we’re residents now, and there’s no way my parents can afford out-of-state tuition.” You sigh and look back to the bucket, eager for something to keep you busy. “Not like I miss it, anyway.”

“Not a big city girl?”

“The weather sucked half the year, and people were weird. Maybe it was just my school but it seemed like everyone wanted to take advantage whenever they could. Just trying to use you and get to the next best thing.”

“Sounds like LA. Buncha wannabes.”

“I thought you came from the OC?”

A slow smile drew across his lips.

“Torrence,” he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. “What else do you think you know about me?”

Your secret flashed through your mind.

“I’m sure you know what kind of reputation you have.”

“Fuck,” He grumbled, half a broken cigarette between his fingers.

“Your last?”

“Wouldn’t be my life if it wasn’t my fuckin last.”

Your hand went to your pocket. Thank you, Carmen.

“Here.” You went to him and offered the pack. He looked up at you, the split cigarette hanging from his perfect lips. He smirked and accepted the cigarette.

“Look at you, bein unpredictable.”

You gave up on cleaning and sat next to him. Just as he was lighting the cigarette, the room went dark. You jolted, letting loose a little yelp. Upstairs, Jess shrieks. The room is so dark for a moment you can’t see anything, then Billy flicks his lighter and you can see a little of his face.

“Knew it. You’re scared.”

“We should check on Jess.”

You stood, but there was barely any light coming in from the two storm windows and you could barely see in front of yourself. Billy’s hand came to your waist and you jolted again.

“It’s just me,” he said calmly, wrapping his arm around your waist, which you allowed. Let’s face it, you're creeped out and his body feels solid and warm. The two of you make your way to the stairs, only to reach the top and find the door locked.

“Jess?”

You knocked hard, hoping she could hear you.

“Y/n?” Her voice came to the door. You heard her try the handle. “I can’t open it!” she yelled, on the verge of panic.

“All the doors up here are locked,” Tommy added. “Dave and Rick are stuck in the attic, too.”

“Dammit! I can’t be under this pressure!” Jess cried.

“Do you have to yell?”

“Shut up Tommy!”

The two went on bickering on the other side of the door.

“Why don’t you two freaks break a window or somethin?” Billy yelled, shutting them up.

“We-we’ll give it a shot,” Tommy called back “Give us a sec.”

Their voices receded, Billy groaned and the cherry end of his cigarette glowed as he took a drag. you were close in the narrow stairway, his arm still around you, as if it belonged there.

“Since when d’you smoke?” He asked.

“I don’t. That’s courtesy of Carmen Bailey.”

“Ah, yeah. I remember her. Her mom’s at the pool every day in the summer.”

The thought makes your stomach fall.

“Did you ever…?”

Even though you can’t see him, you know he’s smirking.

“Just another rumor.”

You wonder what would happen if you told him right now. It could go well. If what the woman said so long ago had been true, then it had to go well. But what if she was lying? A shiver ran through you.

“You cold?”

“Hm? No. I’m fine.”

He pulled you closer, your shoulder against his chest. God, he’s so warm. A loud bang made you jolt again and Billy stroked his thumb against your side, filling the stairwell with lucky strike smoke. What a thing when cigarette smoke becomes comforting. Another loud bang. No shattering glass.

“It didn’t work!” Jess cried with desperation in her voice.

“Fuck,” Billy mumbled.

“What do we do?” Tommy asked.

“Just wait for the officer to come back.” You said.

“Have you seen what it looks like out there? He’s not coming back. Fucker just left us.” Jess might’ve been crying real tears.

“At least you’re not in the basement,” You added with a little laugh.

“As if I wouldn’t kill to trade places with you.” She said.

You and Billy went back down to the couch and settled in. Officially stuck. He kept his hand on you in some way, on your hip and then on your thigh when you sat down. You sat together in silence, and you watched the glow of his cigarette wind down to his lips until it was gone. You don’t know where he put it out. Then there was just the sound of the storm. The rain and an occasional flash of lightning. The thunder which made you tense for just a moment each time. Billy could feel that tension, you knew because every time he would message your thigh, reminding you he was there.

“I’m really glad you never hooked up with Carmen’s mom. She’s my best friend and it’d be really awkward.”

He laughed.

“Best friend, huh?”

“Yeah. Since day one. You weren’t here the first couple of days I started but it was weird. This town treats new people like aliens.”

“Think I don’t know? Weirdass cornfield fucks.”

You belly-laughed and he chuckled a bit, too.

“Well, to be fair they didn’t stand a chance against you. Nothing could’ve prepared them for hurricane Hargrove.”

“Hurricane Hargrove,” he said, testing the nickname “I like it. You came up with that?”

“It was here when I arrived. You’re the best thing about this place.”

You hadn’t meant for it to sound so intimate, but suddenly there was just the sound of the rain and something fluttered in your chest. Billy’s hand moved a little higher on your thigh, kneading the muscle.

“Anyway, Carmen’s great. That’s why I hate not starting classes with her. We’re supposed to share a dorm.” He doesn’t answer, his hand is still feeling your thigh and your face is getting hot. “Are you excited for school?”

“Did you hear the question you just asked?”

You laughed nervously.

“I just mean, aren’t you looking forward to getting out of Hawkins? Starting your life somewhere else? I mean, what do you wanna be?”

He sighed.

“Uh, fuck, I don’t know. I wanna…not be a prick.”

“Decent goal.”

He scoffed.

“Should be easy, right?” He was quiet for a moment, and in the quiet, your hand came down over his. Your eyes were adjusting and you could make out his outline. That curly hair. “I’m here ‘cause of my dad. We got in a fight…that asshole started it but the second I fought back he said ‘You’re a man now, you’re gonna face real consequences for your actions’...called the cops. Charged me with assault.”

You stroked your thumb over his knuckles.

“Sounds like a piece of shit.”

“Biggest I’ve ever met.” he said, “So, I don’t know where I’ll go, what I’ll do. I’m just not stayin here. And he’ll be lucky if he sees me on his deathbed.”

You're filled with the urge to lift his hand to your lips, to kiss the length of his arm, and find his mouth in the dark. Would you get that far? Would he stop you?

“There’s something I should tell you.”

The words popped out on their own, setting in motion this confession you couldn’t hold in.

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice smooth and low, “Tell me.”

You took a breath.

“Promise not to laugh.”

“That bad?”

“Please. Promise.”

“I swear.”

He squeezed your hand with a reassuring firmness.

“My parents took me to Navy Pier when I turned eleven and I saw a psychic there. She told me,” A rush of nerves made you cringe “God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this.”

“Just spill it.”

You groaned, dying of embarrassment.

“The psychic told me I’d meet my soulmate one day and until that day I’d suffer nightmares every single night. And she was right. I had nightmares that night and every night since then…until I found my soulmate…” quiet stretched out between you as you found the courage to finish, “Until I found you.”

The lights flicked back on, making you squint and cover your eyes from the sudden flare. Then you saw him. He looked at you like he was seeing you for the first time, recognizing someone.

“How d’you know it's me?”

After a moment’s silent embarrassment, you swallowed spit.

“You're in my dreams now. All the time.”

He looked down, and you're so nervous you wanted to chew off your lip. You stood, only to have Billy stand with you. He kissed you, and his tongue was smoke and spearmint. His lips were soft, and he took you around the waist, pulling you into a distant, smoky cologne while your arms were slung around his neck. Nothing had ever felt so perfect. He pulled back, though not far, and there was so much tenderness in his cool eyes.

“D’you think it’s stupid?” you asked.

“Y’know…all kinds of crazy shit happens around here. Someday I’ll tell you about it.”

#corroded-hellfire #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #billyhargrovesfw #fluff #cute #thunderstorm #billy #valentinesday #miheartsedthings #fanfic #story

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rhapsodynew · 2 months ago

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#Fun facts from the history of rock music

How to spoil people's mood

In 1968, the Rolling Stones - eternal competitors of the Beatles - released the song Street Fighting Man, which became a hit. They considered the song a breakthrough, and threw a party about it, where they came, including John Lennon and Paul McCartney

Paul discreetly handed me the record and said: "Let's see how you like our new record, Tony." I quickly put the CD into the audio system, and the song "Hey Jude" started playing in the club. Then I turned the disc over to the other side and we heard John Lennon's voice singing "Revolution". When we listened to everything, I noticed that Mick looked annoyed. The Beatles were one step ahead again

- says Tony Sanchez in his book "I was a Rolling Stones drag Dealer")

The song was written by Paul McCartney to support John Lennon's son, who was worried about his parents' divorce. "Hey Jude" bypassed the creation of stones and lasted 9 weeks on the American chart, thereby setting a record

Why do you need to know the roots of the symbols that you adopt

On December 3, 1983, Billy Idol released his second studio album Rebel Yell. His first record was relatively successful, but Rebel Yell was an explosion: the album sold 8 million copies, rose to number 6 on Billboard and entered the "100 best rock albums of all time" according to Classic Rock magazine. And there is a catch in the most prominent place of the record

Rebel Yell translates as "Rebel Cry". Billy borrowed the phrase from the Rebel Yell brand of bourbon, which he once drank with musicians from the Rolling Stones. Bourbon, in turn, was named after the battle cry of the Confederates

As it is now customary to say - everything is not so clear, but nevertheless - in popular culture, the image of the Confederates is the image of the southern slave-owning American states, which did not want to abandon this very slavery, and therefore staged a civil war, which they lost. And it is unlikely that Billy Idol, being a punk (although punks accuse him of incorruptibility), would associate himself with such a symbol if he knew its roots)

How to work in the same team for 55 years and not go crazy

The blues-rock band

ZZ Top

is pretty much the face of Texas - men in cowboy hats and old American cars playing masculine, heavy but not too heavy music

By 2014, the band had sold 50 million albums, entered the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame 10 years before, and has existed unchanged since its founding in 1969 (not counting bassist Dusty Hill, who died in 2021). That's what the founder of the band Billy Gibbons said about it:

“God, we don't break up for longer than many marriages last. I'll tell you a secret, and it's very simple, just two words: different (tour) buses”

Rock music is saturated with drugs. But do you know how much?

In 1975, the band Hawkwind with Lemmy Kilmister in the line-up went on tour in the United States in support of their album Warrior On The Edge Of Time, but Lemmy was arrested at customs for drug trafficking and sent to prison. The band's managers managed to release him on bail, but after Lemmy played the concerts, he was fired. Lemmy later repeatedly claimed that the arrest was just a convenient excuse for the rest of the band to finally get rid of him - because by 1975 the line-up had finally split into two drug camps: amphetamine and psychedelic—and Lemmy said that in fact he was fired for "using the wrong drugs")

After his dismissal, Lemmy created his own band - the legendary Motörhead (in slang, an amphetamine addict), which became one of the main hard rock bands in Britain and the world, in which he played until his death in 2015, having completely played a European tour that ended 20 days before his death

Why is there so much noise around the Oasis revival?

Here are a couple of facts for you:

● In 1996, the band gave a concert for 250,000 people. Tickets sold out in less than a day, in total 2.5 million people tried to buy tickets - about 5% of the UK population at that time

● The band entered the Guinness Book of Records for the longest stay in the top ten of the British hit parade in history

● On August 30, 2024, on the occasion of the reunion, Oasis released the anniversary edition of their debut album Definitely Maybe, and a week later it reached number one in the UK chart (30 years after its release, for a moment). Two more albums took 3rd and 4th places and 3 more albums entered the top 100

With all this success, Liam and Noel Gallagher, the founders of Oasis, were normal such limitless people: one day they went to perform in the Netherlands, on the way they caused a row on the ferry, and they were not allowed to enter the Netherlands. And during the American tour, they overdid it with illegal substances, and when at the concert the staff mistakenly put them different set lists, they performed different songs at the same time and did not notice it. After this disastrous performance, Noel went to Melissa Lim, his friend, so that she would morally support him after such a disgrace. They talked all night, after which the song Talk Tonight was born, and later, under its influence, my favorite song of the band - Morning Glory

The brothers also constantly feuded, but this was also their fuel: at some point, Liam began to periodically not go on stage at concerts as a sign of protest. And Noel, in order not to let the audience down, took vocal lessons and began singing instead of Liam)

The reunion of the brothers is a hope for fans to see them at a concert together (which was rare even before their quarrel and breakup in 2009) and hear new material, which, according to them, from the same 2009, they have There's a lot left

Or how the first rock and roll song appeared

One day, in 1951, someone dropped an amplifier belonging to the Kings Of Rhythm band, and the sound from it began to come out with distortion. But the producer of the band did not repair it because he saw a perspective in such a deformed guitar sound, and the song "Rocket 88" was recorded with it

The essence of the effect was a specific compression of the upper part of the sound wave. From 2024, it's hard to believe when listening to the track, but it was the first conscious move towards heavier sound, so "Rocket 88" is considered the first rock and roll song (what the band played before, and from which rock and roll grew, was called "rhythm and rollblues")

Then began the industrial production of devices that give such an effect (and the name of the effect is overdrive), Eric Clapton and other popular musicians began to use it, then there was more aggressive distortion, hard rock, then metal, thrash metal, and then increasing severity, but it all started with a successful fall of the amplifier

Interesting fact: the song is sung about the Oldsmobile 88 car, and the Jimmy Liggins song "Cadillac Boogie" is taken as the basis. Both automakers belong to the same GM concern, and I did not find information that these songs were an advertisement, but it is very similar to it

How Stoner rock was invented

Kyuss (read as 'ˈkaɪ.We started by playing in the California desert. The specifics of such events was that many beginner bands gathered in one place, and if the public did not like the music, they simply went 200 meters away and listened to another team, unlike bars where the public comes to the bar rather than to the group. It required constant work on his work to keep the audience

The two pillars of Kuyss' signature sound were guitarist Josh Homme's specific slow playing style, inspired by psychedelic rock, and the fact that he connected a guitar to a bass guitar amplifier to achieve a heavy sound

Over time, other bands began to adopt this sound, thereby giving rise to stoner rock (stoner - translated - a lover of marijuana. It was believed that slow heavy music was perfect for it), and stoner metal, as its heavier offshoot

After the collapse of the band in 1995, Josh Homme founded the Queens Of The Stone Age band, extremely popular in the West and undeservedly deprived of attention in the post-Soviet space

I recommend getting acquainted with the genre from the band's fourth album, as it is the most complete and brought to mind in their discography

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countlessrealities · 7 months ago

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@proximasmith - from HERE

Proxima has gentle dusty-pink waves hair down to the level of her chin, and aqua-colored eyes that one could consider kind and sympathetic in other scenarios. On her Earth, her home, the light dusting of freckles was indicative of her status as a warrior that fights in the Sun Arena.

But here, years later, she's all business, even dressed in her unassuming mauve sweater hanging fashionably off of one shoulder. She looks like she fits in, here, at least. To an outsider she'd look like just another (if odd-haired) preppy Summer out to eat with her Morty and Rick, perhaps.

The Reconnaissance Specialist tries very hard not to rely on intel from other members of the Smith-Sanchez community, many of which would see a place like Haven M-42 like just another government set up to regiment the family into tidy categories. With that perspective, they have every right to be hard-headed about divulging information. But she can only hope this pair will be different.

"I have intel that you can give me information on a certain Rick that's become a problem for our organization. Well... most organizations, I suppose. Rick Prime. He's more dangerous to us for the schematics he holds rather than his charming personality, of course."

Proxima folds her hands on the table, glancing at the Morty with a little smile, but she's careful not to direct her words to him. She doesn't want him to feel pressured to contribute to anything he doesn't want to contribute to.

"...the problem being, of course, that you'd have to name your own price. I'm not sure what a Rick of your caliber might want out of the deal. Rest assured you'd be owed at least a favor for any amount of information that could point us in the right direction."

Rick doesn't much react when the name of the guy he has been hunting for forty years is mentioned, even if the gulps he takes out of his flask immediately after it is longer than the previous one. He's aware that this was what they would be discussing, so it doesn't catch him off guard. However, he can't help the revoltingly sour taste that fills his throat the mere mention of the man.

The same can't be said for Morty. If finding out that they were meeting a version of his sister has puzzled him, the mention of his biological Rick has him visibly tensing. The boy whips his head in the direction of the scientist, his expression both shocked and incensed. He can't believe that the old bastard hasn't given him heads up at least about that.

He opens his mouth, but no words leave his lips. Not just because Rick waves a hand in his direction, in a silent order for him to keep quiet, but also because he doesn't want the Summer to know about the ties he has with their shared target.

She seems nice and all, more than his original Summer and than his current one, but he can't help worrying that it would change, if she knew that, technically, he is Morty Prime.

"Y-Yeah, I know the guy," Rick speaks up, after having taken another mouthful of liquor. "W-We have...unfinished business." And what a huge understatement that is. "T-That fuckin' asshole has been More slippery than an eel covered in vaseline for too long. I-I've figure out a way to track him down, b-but the process is a pain in the ass. An-And it's taking fuckin' ages."

He puts his flask down on the table, ostentatiously setting it between his side of the table and Morty's. The teen shoots him a look, hesitates for a moment and then grabs it to get a swing himself. He's going to need some liquid courage to get through that discussion.

"Y-You wanna know my price? E-Easy. I don't work with you corporate drones as a rule, b-but I'm willing to make an exception for this." And that must say just how much he wants to find his alternate. "I-I know that the group your work with has resources. S-Shit that would make my work faster. S-So here's the deal. I-I share what I know an-and my tracking process, y-you help me find this guy s-so I can erase him from existence."

#[ threads :: Morty ]#[ threads :: c137 Rick ]#&& Proxima 'Summer' Smith || proximasmith #[ v. Forever a hundred years ; main verse :: Morty ]#[ v. Forever a hundred years ; main verse :: c137 Rick ]#proximasmith #;; queue

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00lari00 · 1 year ago

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ONLY 1 TOPPAT- THSC AU

Only 1 toppat-

Characters- Divided according to Timeline

It is a story based on the toppat leaders timeline where it will have all the leaders of the toppat and with my characters (Ocs) Alice, Alex and Crystal (Cris)

Dusty Cloudface -- Reynaldo the Brute Jaques Kensington T.R.N.K Billy G. -- Sir Wilford IV Alice Frank Alex Sanchez Terrence Suave Randy Randman

Reginald Copperbottom Right Hand Man

Secondary Characters- Lari Crystal Sven Svensson Burt Curtis TopBot Mr. Macbeth Carol Cross (Probably add Henry and Ellie and other toppats recruits)

Duration of leaders- First Era- Dusty, Cloudface- 1945-1955 (They started the toppat clan, they were the first leaders)

Second Era- Reynaldo the Brute, Jaques Kensington, T.R.N.K Billy G., - 1955- 2005

Third Era- Sir Wilford IV, Alice Frank, Sven Svensson/Alex Sanchez/Terrence Suave/ Reginald Copperbottom/Right hand Man (Era of more competition for the power to be a toppat leader, and is considered the toppat's fallen era)

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Toppat classes - Members

Leaders

Sub-Leaders

Toppat Advisor

(takes care of the recruits and the socialization among the recruits)

Toppat Administrators

( take care of recruits and money)

Elites

(most important toppats that have direct contact between the leaders, they organize and train the recruits, usually the most valuable toppats)

Recruits

(normal toppats who go out on missions and raids, they are usually new or less important members)

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Short summary: The title of toppat leader is hotly disputed and in the process many leaders can end up getting killed by their right arms or other allied/ traitorous toppats. When it comes to a lot of power and money, the most risky thing to do is to trust someone. Power can eventually go to the head of whoever wears that hat. Can this clan of criminals trust one person to lead them? Because we must not forget that they are criminals, and criminals steal, criminals cheat.

(I still have to plan the chapters and how to start, but I really hope for support on this project of mine. You can send me questions or tips. I will read everything ^^. My characters are free to interact or send Asks!!!)

Ps: I'm sorry if I made any mistakes in English, English is not my native language so I might accidentally make mistakes ^^"

#henry stickmim collection #henry stickman fanart #henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin oc #toppat leaders #toppat clan #Only 1 Toppat #story #reginald copperbottom #right hand man #sir wilford iv #terrence suave #randy randman #sven svensson

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wonderofasunrise · 5 months ago

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Tagged by @maurastierney 😘

Tagging @cloudsnbones @flutter2deceive @everybodyknows-everybodydies and anyone else who wants to play!

Challenging you all!

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!

#tag game

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proximasmith · 7 months ago

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Morty is used to meeting other versions of him and Rick. They have been to the Citadel a few times, despite his grandfather's hate for it, and they have run into their alternates while travelling the multiverse. It's normal for him by now, no matter how different this or that dimension Rick and Morty are from them.

The same can't be said about the rest of his family. Sure, he has come face to face with other versions of his parents and sister, but there's always something that leaves him a little unsettled, for some reason.

This particular Summer enhances that feeling, even if he can't say why. Perhaps it's because she is so different from his current one. Not just the looks, but also what she does for a living.

He wishes Rick had told him who they would be meeting.

It's Rick's voice that snaps him out of his thoughts and Morty realises that he has been staring at the girl the whole time. Great, way to look like a creep.

"S-So, are we getting drinks an-and pretend to do small talk, or-or we're skipping that shit an-and talking business?" Rick is asking, apparently unfazed by this version of his granddaughter. "I-I can go with either, I-I'm drinking in any case."

And, as to underline that last part, he takes a swing from his flask.

[[ Proxima gets Rick & Morty for the inbox call! ]]

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maypoleman1 · 1 year ago

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29th November

Ye Olde Trip To Jerusalem

The Old Trip To Jerusalem interior. Sources: Mario Sanchez Prada/ Flickr/ Dusty Old Thing website

On this day in 1330, Roger de Mortimer was allegedly apprehended by the King’s soldiers hiding in a cellar of The Trip To Jerusalem inn in Nottingham. Mortimer, lover of Queen Isabella, had conspired with her to depose and murder her husband King Edward II. The pair ruled as regents for Isabella’s and Edward’s young teenaged son until the prince attained the age of 17 after which he rallied the support of the nobility and overthrew the usurpers. Mortimer was sent to the gallows and the new King Edward III pensioned off his mother to live in exile in the country. Roger’s tavern hiding place is still known as Mortimer’s Hole. Ye Olde Trip To Jerusalem continues to do business and is held to be the oldest pub in England. The name is supposed to derive from the fact that East Midlands crusaders would down ale there on their way to the Holy Land.

There is a cursed hill in the Malverns known as Ragged Stone Hill, under whose shadow you must never lie. The unfortunate Cardinal Wolsey once fell asleep under the hill’s shadow and believed he was cursed from that day on. Perhaps the curse was fulfilled when Wolsey fell foul of his patron King Henry VIII when he failed to arrange the king’s divorce from Catharine of Aragon and died on this day in 1530 en route to his trial for treason and probable execution.

#Roger de Mortimer #king Edward II #queen isabella #king Edward III #the old trip to Jerusalem #ragged stone hill #cardinal wolsey

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poetryfoundation-potd · 2 years ago

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Belly, Buttocks, and Straight Spines

By Sonia Sanchez

For Sister Wangechi Mutu

you—enigmatic woman exploding

from clouds and intestines, riverbanks,

kneecaps, veins and horizons

tongues embroidered with eyelashes.

you burn in my throat

i walk your footsteps

singing.

you are here. you are there.

you will never go away.

you kiss your own breath

sleepwalk your eyes

stretch out with mouths

singing your legs.

i know you butterfly sweet

your lips taste of the sea

the years dusty with herstory

anticipate light.

your hands riot with pain

collapse in new prayer

touch this western stained

glass where ghosts commit

themselves to military blood.

the bleating hips

surrounding your teeth

wrapped in laughter

blood laughter

brittle noise

seaweed souls

whistling words

whose lil pumpkin are you?

who is your sister?

where is your mama?

our thumbs bleed ashes.

in this travel dust bowl.

this is a blues sermon

i think, hanging from

the sky

scratching at the night

where literary brains

demystify deaths,

seen from the angle

of your life,

you turn at the waist

in red and purple confetti

the day stitches up

your python mouth.

you stroll black

beyond the stars

star leaping blk/skinned

woman

seen from the angle

of the camera, you become

the mug shot

mugging a century of

incestuous nipples.

sound ... video ... smell ...

riding death on

its lens

do not feed the animals

they will bite one day.

who speaks

who has spoken

this squat language

where are the vowels

and consonants and diphthongs?

do not feed the animals

they squat in herds

and will bite one day ...

red orange breasts

leaking medical

hieroglyphics

bones for sale

immaculate bones for sale

stage right:

Ethiopian bodies

leaking into the ground

stage left:

old clothes unburied

children’s eyes undressed

men’s pants unzipped

women’s slips slipping

standing still backstage

awaiting modernity

master monsters with batons

conducting infernos

is God calling

your limbs to pray

to prey on

what’s in a name

a leg, a heart, a skull

an ancestral wind?

your intellect teases us

with zero tolerance for lies,

what’s in a kiss? a smell?

a black woman in white chalk?

a woman sleepwalking

on corners?

what is erotic about

a false step?

yo me espero, yo me espero

i wait for my coming, i wait for my coming.

now as your congregational

knees kneel

now that your birth laughs

a long pause

now that you sigh amid

the pale gaze of thirst,

is that God’s tongue

sliding down your throat?

yo sé, lo sé, yo sé

i know, i know it, i know

where is this brown skinned woman going

with her military hair

a bright hysterical flower

eating cake smiling cake

regurgitating cake

yo sé, lo sé, yo sé

i know, i know it, i know

smell the jelly roll woman

squatting in her skin

her bright face eating bluesorrow

smell the doctoral urgency

of her shudderings

female pain profiling

her hunger.

who scrubs the day white

while women fall down

with crucifixions?

can you hear

their birdspirits

strumming gravity?

can you hear

the saxophone

bloodletting the ghosts shout?

can you play this woman

with your fingers?

can you hear

her confetti feet

dancing undeposited rhythms?

now hear this. now hear this.

harpsichord teeth

mothbred smiles

put vaginas in a pill

box for awhile ...

telegraphic buttocks

in bathroom stalls

you are tattooed on our eyes

against the tabloid walls...

mouths anointed with

peacock pricks hey, hey, hey

here i am, here i am

come along take your pick

hey hey hey hey hey hey

listen, listen, listen ...

woman of eye socket-bone

love can wear you down

to a spinal eye-bone

love can make you drink

your own blood

lessen you got a catcher’s mitt

don’t go playing with love. love. blood.

silence, silence, ma chère

ca ya te. ca ya te. mi amor

no consecrated birthwaters ... today

no quicksilver blankets ... today

no surgical procedures ... today

just Bantu music with an asterisk beat ... today

just a night shudder under your arms ... today

just a pistol whipped skin ... today

just a lost pulse beat ... today

just a railroad train of butts ... today

just a machete beat against the sky ... today

just some cocked cocks standing at attention ... today

listen, listen, listen. Sister Wangechi

you hear me, don’t you?

and you hear, don’t you, how your

collages dance their armless delirium.

Sister Wangechi you hear me, don’t you

you hear the sacred music

eavesdropping these gallery walls

praising your beauty and bones

in this hallway of lost sermons,

you hear me don’t you

you hear the children running

a furious circle of legs

jumping adolescent rhymes

as they light up streets

with garbage bag balls as they

spill their magical spines

their genius, their surplus

knees on streets.

it is evening and we have

arrived in your arms of

lost seconds

you hear me don’t you

even as you navigate

this halo of ordained voyages

as you uncork the daylight

past these shadows

past our doors left open

and your gentle breath fills

the day with sweet eyelids

of silver

as you arrive at the arc of your name.

Sister Wangechi Mutu

you hear me, don’t you, and

i invoke your name, your

gallery of female matadors

as they come and dance in thunder...(click!)

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/159812/belly-buttocks-and-straight-spines

No Audio Included

#poetry #poetry foundation #english #african american #latine american #womanhood #afrolatina poet

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datasoong101 · 3 months ago

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Oh wait, this is gonna be so fun genuinely thank you so much for the tag!

1. Data (Star Trek TNG)

2. Samantha Carter (Star Gate SG-1)

3. Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty

4. Amy Fowler (TBBT)

5. Sherlock Holmes (the one from the old dusty books from the 1800s)

6. Meg Murry (The Time Quintet)

(At this point it's getting difficult bc im not a well rounded person and we've chipped through a lot of the media I consume, sans youtube)

7. Donatello (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

8. Agent J (Men In Black)

9. Alan (Smiling Friends)

10. nincompoop villagers(Mine Craft, idk if that counts but I find those guys hilarious)

I just woke up so a lot of this is probably inaccurate and I'm forgetting half my personality but what ever.

I never remember tags so if you see this jump in.

@weisskralle @tanyayoung-322 @roboticoutlaw @sadisticstylist

10 Characters, 10 Fandoms

RULES: List your ten favorite characters from ten separate fandoms, then tag ten people!

Thank you @vvatchword for tagging me!!

A few of my favourite characters are the ones that I hyperfixated on years ago and then daydreamed/wrote a ton of fic about so the versions that exist in my head are probably incredibly different than canon, bare with me on this lmao

in some vague sort of order…

1. Joel (The Last of Us)

2. Atlas (Bioshock)

3. Emily Kaldwin (Dishonored 2)

4. Ed Teach (Our Flag Means Death)

5. Crowley (Good Omens)

6. Yang Xiao Long (RWBY)

7. Cass (Fallout New Vegas)

8. Jotaro Kujo (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

9. Vergil (DmC Devil May Cry)

10. Baragon (Godzilla)

i tag uhhh

@stedebonnit @everything-is-by-design @viperra1 @paleoleigh @falloutnewnobody @annihilatius @f0ntainefuturistics @skripsy @firey-the-blaze @iightbringer

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 3 years ago

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IT'S DONE XNBSMSJSNAK i think I'm going to make a new blog for haikyuu and other fandoms hrmmm I'll think about it- ANYWAYYY here! Hope you enjoy🥺🥺🥺 it's almost 4am here hshshsh I'm going to sleep now HAHAHA

I FOUND YOU

Timeskip!Tendou x reader

Summary: You found him (based on I found you by Stephen Sanchez)

This can be read as soulmate finding each other or long term lover reconnect after being away from each other due to pandemic.

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It was an extremely sunny day accompanied by several occasional gusts of wind.

A gust of wind blew at your face as a few strands of hair stuck on your face— simply clouding your vision. It was lonely.

The street of Paris was not necessarily crowded per se but it was definitely not empty either. It was silent in your world. Walking mindlessly with no particular destination in mind and just going wherever your feet bring you. Walking and walking until you found it. The one place that could be your solace— your peace and your refuge.

The shop sign was becoming a bit rusty indicating it has aged and not particularly taken care of after being hanged a few years ago. The building itself looks a bit old— telling you it has seen many things and heard many stories. Again, a gust of wind blew on your face making a few strands of your hair clouding your vision yet again.

Taking a deep breath— you hold the familiar dusty coloured gold handle and push it while making your into the ever familiar chocolaterie— the bell ringing signalling someone coming into the shop. The ambience was peaceful just how you like. Soft music playing with the sweet air full with chocolates. The interior design was just how one would imagine it. The dark academia aesthetic somewhat compliments the browns of furniture.

The design itself somewhat contradicts the owner of the very own chocolaterie. Tendou Satori. The red head you have known since forever. Kindergartens, primary school, middle school, high school— you name it. You were there for him and him, you. “Attached to the hips”, “like two peas in a pod” they would say. It was true. Until high school graduation comes and both of you continue your life as it is. Talking occasionally with him being all the way to France— deciding to pursue culinary and finally being a chocolatier with his own shop.

Away from each other and definitely deprived of each other’s touches, hugs and most importantly— Kisses. You made your way to the counter waiting for the very person that you wanted to see and very much missing to appear. That’s when you hear it—

“Just a minute!”

The ever so soothing voice talking in french that you have come to miss in real life and how different it is compared to the late night calls due to the different timezone.

And he appears. Tendou satori in person. The lanky boy now turned young man. He didn’t look any different with all the time you both separated. He is there…. And both of you just stare— taking in each other’s appearance.

‘Finally… finally…’ you thought. Finally your cold and lonely days are no more. It’s warm and comforting. Finally, you are here in his arms— where you belong. Oh, how you had missed him. Both of you hugging and taking each other’s scent. No words exchanged for a few moments until he loosen his hold— still in disbelief.

“How— why— I mean when did you…” stuttering his words out you could only smile and he thought your smile is the most blinding and enchanting in the whole universe.

“Just thought that I could finally surprise you!” at the sound of your soft voice, even if you don’t think so, Tendou swear he almost melted right then and there.

You smiled softly… Oh how you miss him. So much.

“I found you, Satori.” You whispered softly. As if the sentence itself is a secret and meant to be heard just for him and him alone. And that is the truth for in this world, It is only you and him. Together.

Because you will always find him. No matter when and where.

Without a doubt.

You found him.

-Tendou anon

This is so freaking precious I CAN NOT 🥺🥺

#my lovely bbys #tendou anon #follower headcannons

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stlhandyman · 2 years ago

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Supreme Court, U.S FILED In The OCT 2 2022 Supreme Court ofthe United States RALAND J BRUNSON, Petitioner,

Named persons in their capacities as United States House Representatives: ALMA S. ADAMS; PETE AGUILAR; COLIN Z. ALLRED; MARK E. AMODEI; KELLY ARMSTRONG; JAKE AUCHINCLOSS; CYNTHIA AXNE; DON BACON; TROY BALDERSON; ANDY BARR; NANETTE DIAZ BARRAGAN; KAREN BASS; JOYCE BEATTY; AMI BERA; DONALD S. BEYER JR.; GUS M. ILIRAKIS; SANFORD D. BISHOP JR.; EARL BLUMENAUER; LISA BLUNT ROCHESTER; SUZANNE BONAMICI; CAROLYN BOURDEAUX; JAMAAL BOWMAN; BRENDAN F. BOYLE; KEVIN BRADY; ANTHONY G. BROWN; JULIA BROWNLEY; VERN BUCHANAN; KEN BUCK; LARRY BUCSHON; CORI BUSH; CHERI BUSTOS; G. K. BUTTERFIELD; SALUD 0. CARBAJAL; TONY CARDENAS; ANDRE CARSON; MATT CARTWRIGHT; ED CASE; SEAN CASTEN; KATHY CASTOR; JOAQUIN CASTRO; LIZ CHENEY; JUDY CHU; DAVID N. CICILLINE; KATHERINE M. CLARK; YVETTE D. CLARKE; EMANUEL CLEAVER; JAMES E. CLYBURN; STEVE COHEN; JAMES COMER; GERALD E. CONNOLLY; JIM COOPER; J. LUIS CORREA; JIM COSTA; JOE COURTNEY; ANGIE CRAIG; DAN CRENSHAW; CHARLIE CRIST; JASON CROW; HENRY CUELLAR; JOHN R. CURTIS; SHARICE DAVIDS; DANNY K. DAVIS; RODNEY DAVIS; MADELEINE DEAN; PETER A. DEFAZIO; DIANA DEGETTE; ROSAL DELAURO; SUZAN K. DELBENE; Ill ANTONIO DELGADO; VAL BUTLER DEMINGS; MARK DESAULNIER; THEODORE E. DEUTCH; DEBBIE DINGELL; LLOYD DOGGETT; MICHAEL F. DOYLE; TOM EMMER; VERONICA ESCOBAR; ANNA G. ESHOO; ADRIANO ESPAILLAT; DWIGHT EVANS; RANDY FEENSTRA; A. DREW FERGUSON IV; BRIAN K. FITZPATRICK; LIZZIE LETCHER; JEFF FORTENBERRY; BILL FOSTER; LOIS FRANKEL; MARCIA L. FUDGE; MIKE GALLAGHER; RUBEN GALLEGO; JOHN GARAMENDI; ANDREW R. GARBARINO; SYLVIA R. GARCIA; JESUS G. GARCIA; JARED F. GOLDEN; JIMMY GOMEZ; TONY GONZALES; ANTHONY GONZALEZ; VICENTE GONZALEZ; JOSH GOTTHEIMER; KAY GRANGER; AL GREEN; RAUL M. GRIJALVA; GLENN GROTHMAN; BRETT GUTHRIE; DEBRA A. HAALAND; JOSH HARDER; ALCEE L. HASTINGS; JAHANA HAYES; JAIME HERRERA BEUTLER; BRIAN HIGGINS; J. FRENCH HILL; JAMES A. HIMES; ASHLEY HINSON; TREY HOLLINGSWORTH; STEVEN HORSFORD; CHRISSY HOULAHAN; STENY H. 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MEEKS; PETER MEIJER; GRACE MENG; KWEISI MFUME; MARIANNETTE MILLER-MEEKS; JOHN R. MOOLENAAR; BLAKE D. MOORE; GWEN MOORE; JOSEPH D. MORELLE; SETH MOULTON; FRANK J. MRVAN; STEPHANIE N. MURPHY; JERROLD NADLER; GRACE F. NAPOLITANO; RICHARD E. NEAL; JOE NEGUSE; DAN NEWHOUSE; MARIE NEWMAN; DONALD NORCROSS; ALEXANDRIA OCASIO-CORTEZ; TOM O'HALLERAN; ILHAN OMAR; FRANK PALLONE JR.; JIMMY PANETTA; CHRIS PAPPAS; BILL PASCRELL JR.; DONALD M. PAYNE JR.; NANCY PELOSI; ED PERLMUTTER; SCOTT H. PETERS; DEAN PHILLIPS; CHELLIE PINGREE; MARK POCAN; KATIE PORTER; AYANNA PRESSLEY; DAVID E. PRICE; MIKE QUIGLEY; JAMIE RASKIN; TOM REED; KATHLEEN M. RICE; CATHY MCMORRIS RODGERS; DEBORAH K. ROSS; CHIP ROY; LUCILLE ROYBAL-ALLARD; RAUL RUIZ; C. A. DUTCH RUPPERSBERGER; BOBBY L. RUSH; TIM RYAN; LINDA T. SANCHEZ; JOHN P. SARBANES; MARY GAY SCANLON; JANICE D. SCHAKOWSKY; ADAM B. SCHIFF; BRADLEY SCOTT SCHNEIDER; KURT SCHRADER; KIM SCHRIER; AUSTIN SCOTT; DAVID SCOTT; ROBERT C. SCOTT; TERRI A. SEWELL; BRAD SHERMAN; MIKIE SHERRILL; MICHAEL K. SIMPSON; ALBIO SIRES; ELISSA SLOTKIN; ADAM SMITH; CHRISTOPHER H. V SMITH; DARREN SOTO; ABIGAIL DAVIS SPANBERGER; VICTORIA SPARTZ; JACKIE SPEIER; GREG STANTON; PETE STAUBER; MICHELLE STEEL; BRYAN STEIL; HALEY M. STEVENS; STEVE STIVERS; MARILYN STRICKLAND; THOMAS R. SUOZZI; ERIC SWALWELL; MARK TAKANO; VAN TAYLOR; BENNIE G. THOMPSON; MIKE THOMPSON; DINA TITUS; RASHIDA TLAIB; PAUL TONKO; NORMA J. TORRES; RITCHIE TORRES; LORI TRAHAN; DAVID J. TRONE; MICHAEL R. TURNER; LAUREN UNDERWOOD; FRED UPTON; JUAN VARGAS; MARC A. VEASEY; FILEMON VELA; NYDIA M. VELAZQUEZ; ANN WAGNER; MICHAEL WALTZ; DEBBIE WASSERMAN SCHULTZ; MAXINE WATERS; BONNIE WATSON COLEMAN; PETER WELCH; BRAD R. WENSTRUP; BRUCE WESTERMAN; JENNIFER WEXTON; SUSAN WILD; NIKEMA WILLIAMS; FREDERICA S. WILSON; STEVE WOMACK; JOHN A. YARMUTH; DON YOUNG; the following persons named are for their capacities as U.S. Senators; TAMMY BALDWIN; JOHN BARRASSO; MICHAEL F. BENNET; MARSHA BLACKBURN; RICHARD BLUMENTHAL; ROY BLUNT; CORY A. BOOKER; JOHN BOOZMAN; MIKE BRAUN; SHERROD BROWN; RICHARD BURR; MARIA CANTWELL; SHELLEY CAPITO; BENJAMIN L. CARDIN; THOMAS R. CARPER; ROBERT P. CASEY JR.; BILL CASSIDY; SUSAN M. COLLINS; CHRISTOPHER A. COONS; JOHN CORNYN; CATHERINE CORTEZ MASTO; TOM COTTON; KEVIN CRAMER; MIKE CRAPO; STEVE DAINES; TAMMY DUCKWORTH; RICHARD J. DURBIN; JONI ERNST; DIANNE FEINSTEIN; DEB FISCHER; KIRSTEN E. GILLIBRAND; LINDSEY GRAHAM; CHUCK GRASSLEY; BILL HAGERTY; MAGGIE HASSAN; MARTIN HEINRICH; JOHN HICKENLOOPER; MAZIE HIRONO; JOHN HOEVEN; JAMES INHOFE; RON VI JOHNSON; TIM KAINE; MARK KELLY; ANGUS S. KING, JR.; AMY KLOBUCHAR; JAMES LANKFORD; PATRICK LEAHY; MIKE LEE; BEN LUJAN; CYNTHIA M. LUMMIS; JOE MANCHIN III; EDWARD J. MARKEY; MITCH MCCONNELL; ROBERT MENENDEZ; JEFF MERKLEY; JERRY MORAN; LISA MURKOWSKI; CHRISTOPHER MURPHY; PATTY MURRAY; JON OSSOFF; ALEX PADILLA; RAND PAUL; GARY C. PETERS; ROB PORTMAN; JACK REED; JAMES E. RISCH; MITT ROMNEY; JACKY ROSEN; MIKE ROUNDS; MARCO RUBIO; BERNARD SANDERS; BEN SASSE; BRIAN SCHATZ; CHARLES E. SCHUMER; RICK SCOTT; TIM SCOTT; JEANNE SHAHEEN; RICHARD C. SHELBY; KYRSTEN SINEMA; TINA SMITH; DEBBIE STABENOW; DAN SULLIVAN; JON TESTER; JOHN THUNE; THOM TILLIS; PATRICK J. TOOMEY; HOLLEN VAN; MARK R. WARNER; RAPHAEL G. WARNOCK; ELIZABETH WARREN; SHELDON WHITEHOUSE; ROGER F. WICKER; RON WYDEN; TODD YOUNG; JOSEPH ROBINETTE BIDEN JR in his capacity of President of the United States; MICHAEL RICHARD PENCE in his capacity as former Vice President of the United States, and KAMALA HARRIS in her capacity as Vice President of the United States and JOHN and JANE DOES 1-100.

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