#it was so hard to narrow the songs down but i decided not to repeat any artists and that helped lol

[dragonologist-phd]

Six-Song Soundtrack

tagged by @herearedragons!! tysm, this was so much fun- i love playlist games, the hardest part is narrowing it down to just one song for each!

Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following:

An event that defines your character's past

How your character sees themselves

How others view them

Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic)

A major fight scene

End credits song

And since it's a playlist game, i gotta do it for my lovely beautiful bard!

Piper Soundtrack:

Blush - Dessa

Metaphor - The Crane Wives

Feeling Good - Nina Simone

All I've Ever Known - Hadestown Soundtrack // You're Not Going Alone - The rough & Tumble

Shatter Me - Lindsey Stirling, Lizzy Hale

Free - Florence + The Machine

(rambling about song choices below)

Blush - Dessa

I'll be Your favorite me Mostly carefree Laughs easily But what you can't see In my routine Is how hard it gets to keep the heartbeat clean ... I think I'm done up on the tight rope I want a love that feels like more than just survival

As a young woman, Piper possessed beauty, grace, and a gift for music. This combination drew the attention of Eliyen Ivaris, an elegant noblewoman who hired on the tiefling bard as a court performer, and soon became her lover.

Eliyen treasured Piper's music and beauty, but it soon became clear she wasn't interested in much beyond. Piper knew this yet stayed, nervous about leaving the security of her position. Finally, the day came when she could not stand to be stifled any longer, and she disappeared with a small fortune in stolen treasures. This relationship- and the consequences of her thievery- stayed with her for some time.

Metaphor - The Crane Wives

I've gotten good at making up metaphors I've gotten good at stretching the truth out of shape And all these words are sweet and meaningless You can't trust a single thing I say

We know her as Piper, but before the Crusades she was Lark. Lyra. Cantrelle. Aria. She was an endless supply of names and stories, and she knew how to get by on nothing more than her golden voice and silver tongue. It was easy- she just had to become what people wanted, until the winds changed and it was time for her to disappear into another mask.

Feeling Good - Nina Simone

Fish in the sea, you know how I feel River running free, you know how I feel Blossom on the tree, you know how I feel It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life for me And I'm feeling good

And speaking of masks- a song for the valiant Knight-Commander! The beautiful, free-spirited Azata, full of confidence and joy, bringing hope to the people and new life to the blighted lands!

The picture she paints isn't false... but very few people know just how much she's making this all up as she goes

All I've Ever Known - Hadestown Soundtrack

You take me in your arms And suddenly there's sunlight all around me Everything bright and warm And shining like it never did before And for a moment I forget Just how dark and cold it gets All I've ever known is how to hold my own All I've ever known is how to hold my own But now I wanna hold you

You're Not Going Alone - The rough & Tumble

You can stand there stricken at your old front door, Or shake the dust you swore you’d hold You may not belong here, anymore, But you’re not going alone

ok i did do two for this one! had to, sorry

First one is for Arue- her sunshine in the storm, the gentle, brave woman who fills Piper's life with love. She's still amazed they get to be together, and she wouldn't trade their love for the world

And one for Woljif! Piper's best friend; they understand each other on a level nobody else does, and they accidentally help each other become better just by being there

For someone who's been alone so much of her life, Piper can't help but feel blessed to have those two in her life

Shatter Me - Lindsey Stirling, Lizzy Hale

If I break the glass then I'll have to fly There's no one to catch me if I take a dive

This song specifically makes me think of Piper in the Abyss, storming the Fleshmarkets and freeing everyone she can, solidifying the change in her alignment from Chaotic Neutral to Chaotic Good. It's suitably dramatic and the violin here makes for some great bard battle music!

Free - Florence + The Machine

Is this how it is? Is this how it's always been? To exist in the face of suffering and death And somehow still keep singing? ... 'Cause I hear the music, I feel the beat And for a moment, when I'm dancing I am free

And this one just seems like a nice closing song! Very suited for Piper, especially as she embraces herself and her life, with all the good and bad that comes with it

if you actually read through all that, god bless. thanks for sticking around!

tagging:

@bugdotpng @dujour13 @camelliagwerm @mordred9971 @orime-stories

@first-talon @miseryscrowned @bladesmitten @big-cheesy-productions @arendaes

@bezelusbubulez @starlightcleric @vigilskept @thesolemnhour @ampleappleamble

@rollofleaf @adozentothedawn @undyingembers @thefathersbride @milesmentis

@serenbach86 @jean-dieu @daisymeade @kaleido-scope-lady

tag list here!

[bagofshinyrocks]

The Whole Bakery

Prompt: How will the boys respond to an S/O who slaps their ass out of nowhere? [Requested by @airghostlyfox]

Featuring: Task Force 141 (CoD: MW2) - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (separately) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.8k

Warnings: expletives; lightly suggestive content

There he was. Making his morning cup of coffee. Comfortable sleep clothes and sluggish movement. Your handsome partner. 

He had finally freed himself from the blanket web and your comfortable arms, with the intent to go through most of his “honey-do” list that weekend.

And he was so unaware.

That your arm was winding up for a powerful smack to his ass.

John Price

The sound was not as impressive due to his sweatpants, but the way he jerked and slowly put down the things in his hands was reward enough. He did not appreciate it. And he did not turn around.

“Luv,” he said in an even tone. “What the hell was that?”

You rubbed the offended cheek with the same hand, deciding against pinching, as he would win any fight you started. 

“My darling John. Your ass is just so wonderful, I can’t help myself.” 

Both hands gently squeezed his ass. And you pressed an apologetic kiss between his bare shoulder blades.

“You’ve got the whole bakery right here, bubba.” Gentle pats. Still no movement of his neck. “All these buns.”

Finally, he turned around.

He was trying very hard not to smile. Trying not to encourage you. But goddamn, did you look pleased with yourself. Strong arms wrapped around your middle, pressing you to his chest.

“You are-” Kiss. “Such a flirt.” Kiss. “And absolutely shameless.”

You kissed him back and lazily threw your arms over his shoulders.

Behind you, his arm raised itself and smacked your ass as hard as he possibly could. You folded into him with a yelp.

“GOD FUCKIN–!”

Simon Riley

The moment your hand left his cheek, he had turned on you and grabbed you under the armpits.

“Uh oh” was all you had the chance to say before he dragged you off to the nearest wall. He was smiling, but it was the smile that meant you were still in trouble. You chuckled nervously as he settled you against the wall, caging you in and leaning in close.

“You are a cheeky one,” he purred.

“Yessir.”

“Any particular reason we’re playful this morning?”

You wriggled your arms out of his grip, and settled your hands over his ass again. He let you, one of his fingers tapping your nose.

“Well, if you must know, Simon,” you said, adopting a matter-of-fact tone. “It is because your ass is just so delicious looking.”

He snorted at your blunt words and hid his eyes with his hand.

“Bloody hell.”

“I mean, just look at it, lover.” You firmly gripped his ass, squeezing ever so slightly. “All this cake.”

He sighed, but he was still laughing. You’re adorable. He loves you.

Kyle Garrick

You didn’t smack too, too hard. A peace offering for walking around in his boxers and nothing else. Your favorite outfit on him.

But he still jumped and gave you a dirty look.

“It is 8 in the morning, you shit.”

You turned him back around and massaged his ass, humming a cheerful tune. “I’m just gonna knead this yummy dough, don’t mind me.”

“You a cat? Making biscuits?”

You giggled and kissed the back of his neck.

“Oh, have you got some biscuits on you, loverboy.”

He couldn’t help but laugh into his cup, turning himself around and pulling you into his embrace. Soft, coffee-flavored kisses. Then his arms snaking lower, and his own hands settling on your ass.

“I think that’s one of the sweetest things you’ve ever said to me.”

“Sweeter than ‘I love you’?”

He squeezed your ass and pulled you impossibly closer to him.

“Mm,” he sighed into your mouth. “Tied for first.”

You pulled back and narrowed your eyes.

“What? Oh, right. I love you, too, baby.”

Johnny MacTavish

Of all the boys, he has no right to complain. A chronic ass-slapper. Repeat offender groper. Can’t sleep without one hand one you, be it your arm, your stomach, or your leg.

He was singing some song to himself, dancing a little. Background noise that kept him from hearing you until it was too late.

“Steaming bloody-”

You hit him too hard. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. You ducked out of his grasp and started pleading for forgiveness.

“Baby, I’m sorry, that was harder than I meant. I’m sorry. I’m sor- shit.”

A mad scramble around the kitchen island. Never had you run away from your bare-chested Scotsman so quickly.

“Get your arse back here!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Fuck you mean-” He vaulted over the island and you screamed. Like a bird of prey, he grabbed you and dragged you to the couch, falling on top of you with all his weight.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you wheezed.

He smothered your face and neck in kisses, and accepted your apology. He would get you back later. With less force but greater number of ass slaps. You were sure of it.

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Posted: 2023 Dec 12

[demialwrites]

Spontaneous Disrespect

I originally wasn't going to put this here but fuck it. I used to write worse. It's just harder to find now because the search function is broken on this website

Rufus profaning his father's memorial. Filth that may come a smidge too close to incest for some under the cut. Mild omorashi and watersports.

One might think Rufus planned this. Because Rufus Shinra is always scheming. Not so. Not today. He decided on a whim to drink an extra cup of coffee before visiting his father's grave. The gravestone was almost grand enough to be called a monument. It was in the signature style of the Shinra building. Mostly black and it screamed oppression and technological advancement. Not the colours Rufus preferred but this was for appearances, only.

Normally, he was content to just talk shit at his father's silent gravestone. He never fails to smugly grin when his father's corpse has no rebuttal. He could stand over the gravestone all day, puffing himself up and listing all the ways he's a better president.

Whether or not it's true.

No, today he had extra coffee on a whim. So halfway through his usual song and dance, he gets the urge to pee.

Rufus goes silent, considering the shiny gravestone below him. One might even think he was being respectful for once. He did hire someone to clean this area regularly to give the illusion of respect.

But no, there's no respect today. The opposite of it.

He takes a step back, to avoid any errant splashes. It takes too long to undo his trousers and the wait makes the pressure grow worse. Once the front of his trousers is open, he is as quick on the draw and to aim as with his beloved shotgun. He leaned forward slightly, putting effort into it. Rufus was tall enough that the piss hit the stone with loud, rapid slapping sounds. He chuckled under his breath. He allowed himself a long, satisfied sigh.

When his bladder would squeeze out no more, he took his hand away from his dick. Confusingly, it was partially hard. If he shifted his weight, it swung awkwardly. He glared down at it, as if it had its own mind and chose to embarrass him at this very moment.

He glanced at the gravestone, then back at his erection. He already soiled it one way. And it's true, Rufus was a person who went all in when he did something.

He removed one of his gloves. Instead of putting it in a pocket, he pressed it between his lips, letting it dangle. Rufus narrowed his eyes at his father's name in particular. He stroked the top of his length to get it nice and hard then his hand settled at the base.

If only his father could see his son's triumph. I bet he didn't see it coming. His hand moved faster at the thought. Holding the glove in his mouth had the convenient effect of muffling his first, soft moan.

Rufus was alive and his father was not. Who was incompetent, now? Can't be competent if you're dead. Clear precum was dribbling out and down the underside. Rufus stroked higher, only to twist his hand back down. His cock glowed with a slimy sheen in the dim light.

He growled quietly through teeth biting into the glove. He repeated the motions a few times, slicking his hand with fresh precum, then adding another layer to the rest of his length. He panted and the glove waved with each breath. From his view, his cock jutted out over the ‘monument’ and he could already picture it covered in white below. It was his favourite colour, anyway. His glove dropped to the ground as he moaned. How fitting.

Rufus tried to hold off as long as he could; daddy deserved as much as his son could give. He growled at the thought, a mix of disgust and pleasurable pressure building in his lower belly. The tipping point was just beyond, resulting in lazy, white splotches spreading and obscuring enough words on the gravestone to make it unreadable.

Rufus sneered. “Finally did something well enough for you, Dad?”

For every second that passed after that, the pleasure dissipated, leaving the disgust behind. He snatched the glove off the ground like it jumped there just to piss him off. He shoved his dick back into his layers of pants and stomped off.

Yet, he’d probably do it again.

[sisterspooky1013]

Gaslight, Chapter 9/48

Rated X | Read it here on AO3

“Ruth told me you requested an emergency appointment. Did something happen?”

Dana wrings her hands in her lap, blinking rapidly against her dry, weary eyes. As per usual, Michelle waits until she is ready to speak. 

“Yes. I mean…not really. I don’t know,” she says haltingly, then runs her hands over her unmade face. 

“Would you like to tell me about it?” 

Dana sighs, shifting in her seat and deciding where to begin.

“My daughter said something to me that—it’s hard to explain, but it threw me off. And then I heard this song—I think it’s the song from my dream, the one about the man. I think it’s the song that was playing when I was with him. And I just feel so…I feel so lost.”

Her throat tightens and she drops her head, breathing deeply to stave off tears. 

“What was it that your daughter said?” Michelle asks, flipping through her notes. “Abigail, right?”

“Yes, Abby,” Dana confirms. “She said something about her other mother. Her mother from before. She asked me if her other mother was going to come back.”

Michelle’s eyebrows lift, and her mouth falls open slightly. 

“And how do you interpret that?” she asks after a beat. 

“I don’t know,” Dana says, exasperated. “Maybe she means me, before my accident. Or maybe there was another woman in her life I don’t know about or don’t remember. Or maybe it doesn’t mean anything. I don’t know, but it’s just one more missing piece.” 

Michelle nods, considering her. 

“Have you started your new prescription, Dana?” she asks. 

“Yes,” Dana answers with a sigh. “I started it the evening after our last appointment.”

“And have you been dreaming?”

“No, actually. Not the last couple nights. Not even after I heard the song.”

“I think we should adjust your medication again. I’m going to send over a prescription right now. Can you pick it up on your way out?”

Dana narrows her eyes, confused. 

“I’ve only been taking the new dose for two days. That seems a bit soon to change it again,” she observes, and Michelle crosses her hands neatly in her lap. 

“I understand that you’re a doctor, Dana, but memory care isn’t your specialty. These drugs are fast-acting, and based on your clear distress, I think an adjustment is necessary,” she says sternly. 

“Of course, I didn’t mean to overstep,” Dana replies. 

“Let’s set up another appointment in a few days, okay? This kind of setback isn’t atypical, and I don’t want you to worry. Let’s just keep a close eye on it so we can get you back to normal soon, all right?”

“Okay,” Dana agrees as she stands, though the idea of normal feels so foreign that it’s hard to imagine. “Thank you for seeing me.”

“Of course,” Michelle says as she walks her to the door. 

Dana is passing through the waiting area when Michelle stops her.

“Oh, Dana,” she calls out. “I’m not sure if you’re aware, but the pharmacy here carries all kinds of basic necessities. Tylenol, Midol, Loratadine. They even have children’s vitamins, if you need anything like that at home.”

A little chill tickles Dana’s spine and she shivers involuntarily. 

“Thanks,” she says, then heads to the pharmacy. 

That night, she barely sleeps. She does not dream. 

-

She watches two blue jays swooping through the yard. They take from the feeder, then dive down to the ground, swapping places over and over like a choreographed dance. They seem to be working as a team, yet also completely independently of one another. Eat and swoop. Eat and swoop. 

“Dana?”

“Hm?” she looks over to see Cal watching her with a perplexed expression. 

“I said thanks for picking up vitamins for the kids,” he repeats, and she nods with a thin smile. “You okay, mija?”

“Yes, I’m sorry. I haven’t been sleeping well,” she admits, tightening her grip on her coffee mug. 

Cal crosses the kitchen with a little smirk, standing right beside her as he fills his mug. 

“I can probably help you out with that,” he whispers, quiet enough so the kids won’t hear him, then bumps her hip with his own. 

She forces a smile, and when Cal holds out his open palm to dispense her Numerol, she takes it from him, as well as three quick kisses. 

“Today will be a better day, okay?” he says hopefully, and she nods once.

She bids farewell to Cal and Peter, then walks Abby to the bus. Abby prattles on about sea urchins and The Little Mermaid, and it’s only when they are at the stop and she can hear the rumble and screech of the bus approaching from down the block that she has a chance to ask. 

“Hey, Sweetpea, do you remember when you talked about your other mommy? From before?” she says casually. 

“Ummmmm, maybe,” Abby says, walking circles around the stop sign post. 

“What do you remember about her?” Dana asks. 

“She was big!” Abby says emphatically. “And she had a black dress and her face was purple.”

“Purple?” Dana repeats.

“Yep, purple skin and white hair, and she hated King Triton and Ariel,” the child says animatedly. 

Dana heaves a sigh that is part relief, part irritation.The bus stops in front of them and the door swings open. 

“Have a good day, Sweetpea. Watch out for any nefarious eels,” she says to the child, kissing her cheek before she steers her toward the bus. 

“What’s a neffyrus?!” Abby says dubiously, then boards the bus and waves from behind the window. 

Dana watches it pull away, her hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket. When it’s rounded the corner out of sight, she takes out the little white pill Cal had given her and studies it. 

She remembers something her father told her once, when she was struggling to reconcile what she knew and what she felt. 

“Don’t discount your gut, Starbuck. Sometimes it’s the most well-calibrated tool in the toolbox.”

She returns the pill to her pocket and heads to work. 

-

“You should have seen the look on his face, Dana,” Tiffany says, smiling devilishly. “I could hear him from outside the room being an absolute dick to Destiny, demanding to see the doctor. Imagine his surprise when my black ass walks in. Saving lives is great, but I think that may have been even better, honestly.”

“I can only imagine,” Dana replies. “I had a patient once in med school who refused to be seen by me. He kept saying he wanted to see ‘a real doctor,’ but he was more than happy to be treated by one of my male classmates. Some of them would truly rather die, I suppose.”

“And good riddance to ‘em,” Tiffany adds. 

They return to their work, logging patient notes between bites of mushy pasta salad from the cafeteria. Dana reaches into her pocket for a pen and feels the compact edges of the pill brush against her fingertips. She’s been carrying it around all day, examining it as though she’ll suddenly notice something out of place or find the answer to a question she hasn’t figured out how to ask. She rolls it between her thumb and forefinger, pondering. 

“What is with this tox screen?” Tiffany grumbles, flipping through pages with frustration. “No wonder they take so long to turn anything around down there, running all this shit I didn’t ask for.”

A thought begins to take shape, gathering volume like a snowball tumbling downhill. It would be a misuse of resources, something worthy of discipline were she to be found out. And yet, she finds herself writing the script in her head, forming responses and rebuttals. 

“Have you ever sent something through the lab off the books?” she asks offhandedly, her eyes on her computer screen. 

There’s a long pause, and she can feel Tiffany looking at her. 

“Not personally, no, though I can’t imagine it would be difficult to do. Why do you ask?”

Dana flashes her eyes up to her coworker. She wants to trust her, feels like she has no choice but I’m to, and at the same time she isn’t entirely sure that she can rely on her own instincts right now. 

“I think the pharmacy made a mistake with my medication,” Dana says, fabricating the lie as it leaves her lips. “They won’t admit to it, so the only way to know for sure is to have it analyzed.”

“You should be able to just run that through,” Tiffany says nonchalantly. “I don’t think you need to be all covert about it, double-oh-seven.”

Dana laughs along, but her belly twists. 

“I use the in-house pharmacy,” she explains. “I just—I don’t want to piss them off. It’s so convenient to be able to pick things up at work.”

“Dr. Robbie is kind of a prick,” Tiffany agrees. “I could see him holding a grudge.”

Dana breathes a little sigh of relief. 

“How would I go about that, then? Running it through the lab off the books?” 

“Well, you could put it in with another sample, but that runs the risk that the result will be tied to your patient and get them into a whole big mess, depending on what it is. I do know a tech down there that seems to be sweet on me. Maybe I could ask him for a favor,” Tiffany suggests. 

“That would be great, if it’s not too much trouble. Is there something I can do in return, pick up a shift or take a difficult patient?” Dana asks, trying not to sound too eager about the whole thing. 

“Nah, it’s no big deal. It might be kinda fun to see if I still got it,” Tiffany replies as she stands from her desk and pops her hip out dramatically. 

Dana smiles, dropping the pill into a plastic baggie and handing it over. 

“Thank you, I really appreciate it,” she says sincerely, meeting Tiffany’s eye. 

Alone in the office, she feels a pit form in her stomach, accompanied by a sense of dread. She finds herself praying that the results come back and indicate that the pill is exactly what it’s supposed to be: fifteen milligrams of Numerol. But she’s been praying since the day she woke up in the hospital that things would get better, that her life would start making sense. And if the past predicts the future, this too is a prayer that will go unanswered. 

-

“Dr. Rose, I have a patient for you in bed three.”

Dana checks her watch, calculating how much time she has before she’ll be home too late to get Abby off the bus. 

“Do you have the chart?” she asks the nurse, then flips through the details quickly as she makes her way down the hall. 67 year old male, presenting with arrhythmia and shortness of breath. 

When she pulls the curtain back, she is hit with the funk of stale cigarettes. An elderly man is sitting up in the bed, blankets draped across his lap and a blue hospital gown covering his chest and shoulders. He smiles at her, and the familiarity in it makes her immediately uncomfortable for reasons she can’t articulate. 

“Mr. Kennedy,” she says, reading off his chart. “My name is Dr. Rose. I understand that your heartbeat is irregular and you’re having a hard time breathing.”

“Yes,” he says eagerly, touching his chest. “Just the years catching up to me, I suppose.”

He has hooded, watery blue eyes and deep-set wrinkles framing his mouth. The kinds of wrinkles you earn by puckering your lips around the filter of a cigarette hundreds or thousands of times. 

“Let’s have a listen,” Dana says, keeping her tone as business-like as possible to discourage him from being overly friendly with her. 

She presses the stethoscope to his chest and looks at her watch as she measures his heart rate, then motions for him to lean forward and holds the stethoscope against his back as she listens to his lungs. His heart rate is normal and healthy for a man of his age, but his lungs sound rhonchi and wheezy. Nicotine comes off him in waves, stinging her eyes, and she moves away to sanitize her hands and her stethoscope to remove the smell. 

“Do you smoke, Mr. Kennedy?” she asks flatly, and he chuffs a little laugh that devolves into a coughing fit. 

“A bit, yes,” he finally rasps out. 

“I’m sure you’ve heard this before, but I recommend quitting,” she says, leaning against the counter furthest from his bed. “If you’re not able to quit, you should at least consider cutting back. You’re taking years off your life each time you open a new pack.”

“Ah,” the old man says with a contrite bob of his head. “You sound like my son. He’s always telling me to quit. It’s hard when you’re an old man. I don’t have many pleasures left in life.”

“You should listen to him,” Dana says as she makes notes in his chart. “I’m going to order albuterol to help alleviate the inflammation in your airways. It’s a breathing treatment we can administer here at the hospital, but we’ll also send you home with enough for the next week. I’m also going to refer you to cardiology. Your heart sounds fine right now, but they may want to set you up with a monitor so they can track changes over time. Do you have any questions?”

“Sure, do you know any single women who might be interested in a gentleman of my regard?” he says cheekily, and she intentionally does not reward him with eye contact. 

“I think you should focus on your health, Mr. Kennedy,” she says blandly. 

“I’m a lonely man, Dana.”

Her hearing cuts out for just a split second, a brief ring slowly replaced by the hustle and bustle and mechanical beeps of the hospital floor. She slowly lifts her head and finds him watching her curiously. 

“Excuse me?” she says, feeling disoriented. 

“Dana, right? It says so right there on your badge,” he points out, and she touches her hospital ID reflexively. 

“Dr. Rose, please,” she corrects him, and he holds up his hands in deference. 

“My apologies, Dr. Rose. Thank you for your time,” the man says, and she escapes from his cigarette soaked room with an unnecessary level of urgency. 

_

Get Abby from the bus. Pick up Peter from daycare. Snacks. Playtime. Start dinner. Welcome Cal home from work. Bathtime. Bedtime. Pretend to read a book while her mind races in a hundred different directions. Tell Cal she has a headache, maybe tomorrow. Lie awake and think. Think. THINK.

The song. The man. The green countertops. The old smoker. “I’m a lonely man, Dana.” The pills. The pills. THE PILLS. Try to sleep. Fail. No dreams, no nothing. It’s like a black hole swallowed her mind, her memories. Her life. 

Wake up. Wake Peter. Shower, get ready for work. Make the children breakfast. Drink coffee. Take Numerol from Cal. Wash it down the sink. Goodbye Cal, goodbye Peter. Walk Abby to the bus. Pretend to be mermaids. Feel like dying. 

Drive to work. Play the song over and over and over. Now I find myself wanting to marry you and take you home. Take the east entrance, just to see. Nearly have a panic attack. Keep smelling the smoker around every corner. Keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

Keep hoping it’s not as bad as it seems. 

-

Tiffany rushes into the office, closing the door behind her and marching straight to Dana’s desk, where she drops a small stack of papers on the desktop with an irate expression. 

“You wanna tell me what the fuck this is about?” Tiffany asks angrily, one hand on her hip. 

Sleep deprived and on edge, Dana blinks at her stupidly and then begins to try and decipher the papers on her desk. Lab results. Inconclusive. Unknown substance. 

“Is this about my medication?” she asks, flipping through the pages. 

“You sure that was your medication you gave me, Dana?” Tiffany questions doubtfully. “Cause that pill sure as shit did not come from the St. Agnes pharmacy.”

“I don’t understand,” Dana says, shaking her head. “What was it?”

Tiffany considers her, and her expression falls a bit. 

“You really don’t know?” she asks skeptically. 

“I’m sorry if I’ve dragged you into something strange, Tiffany. But no, I really don’t know what it is, or where it came from. That’s what I was hoping to find out.”

Tiffany rolls the chair over from her desk and sits close beside Dana. She leafs through the pages, pointing at key fields as she speaks in a low tone. 

“The first test he ran was totally inconclusive. It doesn’t match any medication we have in the system, even nationally. Now this man must really think he was gonna get somewhere with this lab result because he called in his buddy who does some back alley, unofficial freaky shit. And that friend got a hit on some secret government database for this chemical composition.”

“What is it?” Dana asks, her heart racing. She’s been putting this in her body every day for months. 

“Something called—” Tiffany flips two pages and points to a summary. “Galophazine. It’s not FDA approved, that’s for damn sure.”

“What does it treat? What are the effects?” 

“That wasn’t very clear,” Tiffany says, sitting back. “The friend could only deduce, based on the places it was referenced, that it has something to do with memory recall.”

Dana feels a flood of relief, and presses her hand to her chest to feel her own pounding heart begin to normalize. 

“That’s good. That’s what it was prescribed for, to enhance memory recall. What I don’t understand is why my doctor would lie about the name of the medication.”

“I thought you said it was a pharmacy error,” Tiffany says, but then moves past it before Dana has a chance to respond. “But I don’t think this is meant to enhance memory recall. Whatever the friend saw, he came to the conclusion that this drug, Galophazine, is used to suppress long term memory recall. They were testing it out on war vets and people with childhood trauma.”

The earth beneath her feet is suddenly less stable, the air in her lungs thin. She feels lightheaded. She feels sick. If she was lost before, she’s now untethered. Detached. There is no home base to return to. Adrift. Adrift. Adrift. 

“Dana?” Tiffany asks, and Dana realizes that Tiffany is touching her, shaking her arm gently. “Are you okay?”

“I—I think—” 

She swallows against a bone dry throat, scans the room with untrusting eyes, considers the woman next to her. A stranger, perhaps. She has no way of knowing for sure. 

“I don’t know.”

Tagging @today-in-fic

[unintentional-edgelord]

Do you ever create a new OC for some reason or another and then get absolutely obsessed with their design and drawing them because they're just fun?

Well, I created a new character for a DnD campaign and I love my skinny gremlin cleric so much I'm keeping her for original projects. Meet Vesuvia Cesandro - Life Domain cleric turned Trickster Domain cleric.

Very first concept sketch, and then refined design for her facial features - I wanted her to look a little bit androgynous with the glasses on and give her sharp cheekbones plus a strong jaw.

Despite her best efforts she sucked at written work and got kicked out of studying to serve under her original god - but a trickster deity pitied her so hard and thought it was funny to steal a cleric from another god that she changed domains. (After she got over being upset, Suvia thought it was funny, too).

She's got a really odd sense of humour and an odd cadence to her words, gives used car salesman vibes - but her heart is ABSOLUTELY in the right place.

I'll be keeping her backstory pretty similar for my original works, just have to tweak it a bit!

Outfit design notes - I'd say her design influences are pretty clear! Thinking of giving her a green colour scheme. (If anyone wants to try and nail down the four specific characters I took design inspo from, feel clear lol, but one of them is a tiny bit obscure.)

And one last bonus sketch before I decided she tries to smile at all times after making the deal with the trickster deity:

Tell me if you'd like to see more of her because I'll definitely be posting more of her!

(plus the song I had on repeat whilst finalising her design, which may narrow down part of her influences!)

[eldritch-elrics]

top 10 fnaf fansongs, as decided by someone who's never played fnaf

well, i promised i would make this post. so after listening to quite a few of those "pov: you were in the fnaf fandom" type playlists, i have discovered...... goddamn, a lot of these songs actually go really hard!

i've narrowed it down to 10, but definitely check out my playlist where i added all the songs i enjoyed in some way.

"i can't fix you" - yeah this one fucks. the beat!! oh my god!! also idk if i should count the video as part of the experience but this one has a really fun and dramatic video. what the hell goes down in sister location?

"break my mind" - i'm obsessed with this one it's just. silly as hell. couple awkward lyrics/rhymes but it goes SO hard it's like a really dramatic electronic sea shanty??

"you can’t hide" - i really like the production on this one. it’s funky and cool-sounding without being over the top

"never be alone" - lyrics flow really well! and that main melody is so fun and catchy!!

"join us for a bite" - whimsical in a good way. not my preferred music style, but it feels really unique and i love the vibes and lyrics. it may not be my very favorite but you could make a great case for this being the best fnaf song

"it's been so long" - god it's fucking iconic. bad but also good. you know?

"dance to forget" - i think the ballerina might be the most compelling fnaf character so far. this has such fun lyrics, especially the way that the chorus uses repeating words!

"afton family" - REALLY good creepy vibes. i love the unnerving quality of the vocals

"die in a fire" - also just so iconic - this & "it's been so long" were the only fnaf songs i'd heard before i began this project. also WHY is this song so violent. good for her?

"the show must go on" - another that tells a story in a really fun way… i love the ones where the animatronics treat the human characters as defective robots who they’re legitimately trying to help

and some honorable mentions that i had thoughts on:

"no more" - ok i'm not gonna lie: natewantstobattle's style is so nostalgic for me. also i love how this sounds like a very specific type of 2000s pop rock

"daddy's little monsters" - what the hell happens in sister location? this story is intriguing

"you belong here" - i'm a sucker for this specific kind of fan-rap. idk if they're "good" per se but they're incredibly fun

"follow me" - that "follow me see a nightmare in action" hits tbh

"don’t hold it against us" - really interesting beat/noises, plus, once again, what the fuck happens in sister location

tagging @tijuanabiblestudies @wolffyluna @xerxestexastoast @rinjaespurr because you guys asked for this

[swordarmsaxelegs]

Hi :) I was tagged by @macleod to be a part of this chain. Here's my top 5 songs on repeat (in no particular order)

Shinedown - What a Shame

Shinedown is one of my favourite bands of all time and this song is from my favourite album that they released. It was hard to narrow it down to just one song of theirs to include in this list, so I thought about a recent playlist I've been listening to and decided that this the one I have been most likely to loop out of all of them.

Shinedown is pretty mainstream among metal/alt-rock fans, but if you're not familiar with them or even if you're not usually a fan of those genres then I recommend checking them out. Some of their songs on this album kind of border country territory. I have also listened to some of their more recent post-grunge stuff and think it's a bit pop-y, so I'm sure there's something everyone would enjoy.

Vansire - Metamodernity

I don't have much to say about this one. A girl I had a crush on once used this song as background noise in her Instagram story. I'm not sure anymore if I like this song because of her or if I like her because of this song. All I can say is that there was a couple of months where I would only listen to this.

Tom Cardy - Level Clear!

I haven't been able to get enough of this song since Mr. Cardy posted it four months ago and it is embarrassing. If you're not familiar with his work, Tom makes silly musical videos for Tik Tok and YouTube. I love his videos, he's very creative and entertaining, but this song has no right to go this hard.

Allie X - Old Habits Die Hard

I could probably list Allie X as a top 5 artist on repeat. She was my introduction to the synth pop genre and I think her music is consistently great. I picked this song specifically because it's a lot of fun and one that I'm always excited to hear when it comes on shuffle. As for an album I would recommend, most of her songs that I listen to come from Collxtion, No 1. This song in particular appears on two albums, but I haven't personally listened to the newer version of the song. I'm sure it's great, though.

System of a Down - Aerials

I am very sorry to include this one in the list, but it would be wrong of me not to. One time I was listening to this song so much that it started to become a problem for me. I would try to sleep and this song would be on loop in my brain. I tried learning all of the lyrics so I could sing it to myself because I read that songs get stuck in your head because your brain likes to see things through to the end, but then that just made it worse. I didn't even play this video before sharing it here because I'm scared that if I do it will happen again. This is absolutely one of my all time favourite songs and also I would like to start a conspiracy that System of a Down songs are so weird because they're trying to lock us into a trance.

As a bonus, I was thinking of including Nirvana - Heart Shaped Box because there was a period where I would listen to that song a lot, but I figured everybody on Tumblr can probably say the same thing and I had to limit this to only five songs.

I haven't been very talkative on here since I came back a few years ago, so I don't have anybody to tag in this. If you see this post and think it would be fun to participate then feel free to share your own top 5 and tag me in it :) Maybe it could turn out to be a way to make some new friends on here :D

[tiffanylamps]

four albums I've been listening to recently. Thank you for tagging me, @b1uetrees ✌️ This was actually kind of hard for me to narrow down because it is pretty rare that I listen to albums. Usually, I listen to playlists. But, having said that, these four albums have definitely been playing on repeat in my household. This Is Why - Paramore I love Paramore and have done ever since I was 12. I love this album- it's a brilliant new direction for the band and offers so many elements from all of their previous works but with more maturity and musicianship.

UGLY - slowtai I'm not normally a big fan of slowtai's music- I've always wanted him to take a more punk/rock route. I've been aware of his music since early on in his career due to the fact that I know people who are friends with him. But yeah, he's finally gone in the direction I wanted from the beginning with this varied and ambitious album.

LOUIE - Kenny Beats Once again, I'm not normally a fan of Kenny's work, however, this album is just so pleasant to listen to. It feels like a bunch of friends got together on a summer's day and decided to create art together. Plus, the song with Remi Wolf (Last Words) is just soooo good.

CRAWLER - IDLES Anything by IDLES is constantly on repeat in my home. I love them. They're one of my favourite bands and they're one of those rare bands that I don't skip any of their songs. This album was truly snubbed at the grammys (how did Wet Leg get a grammy but not IDLES... like????? that's just stupid) and a fun fact about it is that it was produced by Kenny Beats.

Yeah, my taste in music has definitely been going through a shift as of late. I've even begun to listen to drum and bass on the regular, which is just so unlike me. But it is nice to broaden one's horizons. my bf is definitely to thank for this change.

you're tagged (with zero pressure): @l-tyrell, @katierosefun, @hanjuwonsupporter, @fridayvelvet, @loisroo, @thoresque

[acacia-may]

Ooo for the relationship song ask; How about Finral and Vanessa hehe 👀?

Hi Lyra! 💜 Thank you so much for playing and for such a fun ask! It's no secret that I absolutely adore this dynamic both as a platonic friendship and as a romantic (guilty pleasure) ship, and I actually have a playlist for them (linked here if you're curious) that includes both platonic and romantic songs. I didn't know if you wanted a song for their friendship or a more romantic song so I've decided to offer both, and since we're friends and it was really hard to narrow down which songs to choose, I've included a handful of options of each (Please don't feel like you need to listen to all or any of these 😅).

As a Friendship:

"That's Okay" by The Hush Sound

"Carry You" by Ruelle and Fleurie

"Sunflower" by The Weepies

As a Romantic Pairing:

"Renegade" by Big Red Machine and Taylor Swift [Warnings: includes one bad word repeated a couple of times]

"Pancakes for Dinner" by Lizzy McAlpine

"Hey Stupid, I Love You" by JP Saxe

Embedded links to the songs and discussion are under the cut because it was a lot... [Warnings: vaguely mentions their childhood trauma and Finral’s insecurities].

Friendship Songs:

I think "That's Okay" by The Hush Sound pretty much sums up how I see Vanessa and Finral's friendship from Vanessa's perspective or, I suppose, how I imagine Vanessa views her friendship with Finral. (In my mind, she is the singer, and he is the "you"). My favourite line is: "Until someone loves you, I'll keep you safe/But like them, I will give you away." I think that really speaks to how Vanessa is always looking out for Finral and building him up until he finds himself and builds his confidence; while at the same time, she wants him to spread his wings and find his own happiness. She will always be there for him no matter what, but she is rooting for him to find love without someone else (thus why this is a platonic song). Something that is so beautiful about Finral and Vanessa's friendship is that they can really understand and support each other because are both deeply wounded from their childhoods, and this song speaks to that and how they support and encourage each other through it--always reassuring each other that even if they never get the love and acceptance that they want from their parents, potential romantic interests, society, or whoever, "that's okay" because they still have each other and their squad and in that, they have people who care about them very much.

That's Okay - YouTube

"Carry You" by Ruelle and Fleurie actually inspired one of my Finral and Vanessa platonic friendship stories, "A World Without You" (where they have a deep talk about what happened in the Forest of Witches arc). Besides the bird imagery (i.e. "I know you can't remember how to shine/Your heart's a bird without the wings to fly") that I've always associated with Vanessa, I think this song really speaks to how much Vanessa and Finral support and care about each other in general. The lines "You are not alone/I've been here the whole time singing you a song" just really capture the loyalty they have to each other. I also really love the message that they have an understanding of how hard it is (having both gone through similar traumas) and though they can't take that "weight" off of the other's shoulders, they can be there for each other and help to "carry" each other through it.

Ruelle - Carry You (Lyrics) ft. Fleurie - YouTube

"Sunflower" by The Weepies. No, this isn't only because my backstory for how they became friends is called "Yellow Flowers" 😅 (though I do associate yellow flowers with their friendship and really appreciate that imagery). Again, I think it really speaks to the kind of devotion they have to each other as friends. I have no doubt that either of them really would "do anything" for the other. It especially reminds me of Vanessa who has such an intense desire to make everyone around her happy, so I see it a lot as her wanting to "shine" and cheer him up. However, I know that Finral would do just about anything to make her happy too. They're very sweet. I love their friendship! 💚

Sunflower - YouTube

Romantic Songs:

Alright, yes, you caught me. This is my guilty pleasure ship so without further ado…

"Renegade" by Big Red Machine and Taylor Swift was released around the time that I was binging Black Clover so I think I've always associated it with these two. I love the imagery of the first verse: "I tapped on your window on your darkest night/The shape of you was jagged and weak/There was nowhere for me to stay, but I stayed anyway," and I think it really suits them since they found each other when they were in a dark time in their lives and stuck together despite realising that the other person was incredibly wounded. Also, "Is it insensitive for me to say/"Get your s*** together so I can love you"?" might be one of the most Vanessa lines I've ever heard. 😂 Not to mention the next bit which I think sums up what would be one of the biggest, most pivotal questions if they were to pursue a romantic relationship: is it fear holding them back or is it that they just don't want this? (i.e. Is it really your anxiety that stops you/From giving me everything?/Or do you just not want to?)

Big Red Machine - Renegade (Lyrics) ft. Taylor Swift - YouTube

If "Renegade" was more fitting for Vanessa's perspective, I think "Pancakes For Dinner" by Lizzy McAlpine is probably more from Finral's. [It actually inspired one of my stories (of the same name) for this reason. Though that bit about "But if you're still in love with her/I think that I'll leave it there/And I won't ever tell you this" could fit with Vanessa's perspective and how I imagine them eventually getting together but I digress...]. It's a lovely little song about "Best Friends to Lovers" and specifically that awkward stage of when someone is first realising they're falling in love but they "Don't wanna be forward/Don't wanna cross a line" and ruin their friendship with the other person. I'm usually not big into romance, but I think there is something incredibly sweet in the singer's domestic dreams of getting to share everyday moments together like wanting to "eat pancakes for dinner," "go out on the weekends," and watch T.V. cuddled up together when they're "under the weather." It's the kind of life I like to imagine Finral and Vanessa would have together in a world where they ended up together, and I imagine that Finral (the hopeless romantic that he is) would definitely be dreaming up things like this--especially if (in a similar way to the singer of this song), he was pining after her but afraid to tell her how he feels since he respects her, values their friendship, and doesn't want to "intrude on her space" (there's those boundaries again! 😁) "say something wrong" or "be weird" in case she doesn't reciprocate. I love the ending of the song as well! Like I think I mentioned in the bingo game, I really think that if this relationship was to happen Vanessa would need to tell Finral that it's okay if he asks her out so I think this song's ending (especially that "You'll say it instead") really suits them.

Lizzy McAlpine - Pancakes For Dinner (Official Audio) - YouTube

As a disclaimer, I really can't imagine Finral or Vanessa as the jealous type so the few lines that refer to that don't really fit, but otherwise I think the song "Hey Stupid, I Love You" by JP Saxe pretty much hits the nail on the head with this relationship (or at least how I imagine it). The "You" worrying over nothing really reminds me of Finral. Even if things are simple and easy and "nothing's wrong" in the relationship, he would still have those doubts and insecurities that creep in. He needs that reassurance and encouragement that everything's okay, and I think the song as a whole really speaks to how Vanessa wouldn't belittle Finral's feelings and wouldn't take it personally that he had insecurities about the relationship but would, instead, reassure him with that delightful teasing affection of hers. The refrain: "But I'm not gonna interrupt if you need to talk about it/ Roll my eyes or get offended by the way you doubt it/ You know you're mine, you just forget sometimes/ So promise me you won't/ And you know I'll remind you when you think I don't/ Hey stupid, I love you" just reminds me of Vanessa so much. Even if we're talking about love in a friendship/purely platonic sense, I think that's just really part of the dynamic Vanessa and Finral have with each other. Across all of her friendships and relationships with everyone, I think Vanessa teases to show affection, but I've always gotten the impression that she is probably a bit more openly gentle with Finral--she still teases him and doesn't put up with any of his rubbish, of course, but she has a gentler hand about it, knows he needs that warm encouragement and support and has this delightful soft spot for him. As I mentioned earlier, she always tries to build him up (like that scene at the Royal Knights Exam in the anime—just warms my heart & is one of my favourites to this day 💖), and I really like to imagine that this would be a major part of their romantic relationship if they were to have one and would be just so, so good for Finral. He really needs a little bit of that "Hey Stupid, I Love You" every now and again, I think.

JP Saxe - Hey Stupid, I Love You (Lyrics) - YouTube

Thanks again for the ask and for indulging me! 🥰

[evilhomestuckposter]

BREAKFAST IN BED - FIC (read below link)

Karkat had been hard at work for several hours preparing breakfast for his human boyfriend/matesprail. He had been assured by Kanaya that Dave would love it, though he wasn’t entirely certain what humans saw as breakfast food. Still, he had gotten the idea around five in the morning when he still couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t like he ever got tired of cuddling with Dave, but, for all his assholery, he wanted to do something nice. He knew that he could be abrasive, so he tried his best to make sure Dave knew he was serious about him. Of course, it helped that he was one of the only ones on the meteor who knew how to cook. 

Humming a human pop song to himself, he finished cooking the “steak” he had alchemized, knowing that humans couldn’t exactly eat raw meat. He found it a bit funny, but definitely didn’t want to make one of the many, many, many mistakes that seemed to make humans sick. Even god tier ones. 

Having seen this meal in a human rom-com, he had deemed it romantic enough to make for breakfast. By the time he had finished the full meal, several hours later, he had managed to alchemize a covered serving dish and some flowers too, just like in the movie. 

Placing everything on the tray, he carefully made his way to his respiteblock, where he knew Dave was asleep, appreciating the quiet of the meteor at the early hour. Making his way into the room, he paused slightly, blood-pusher giving a little jump at the way Dave hugged the pillow to his chest. 

Karkat cleared his throat softly, trying to keep his voice uncharacteristically gentle so as not to startle him awake. 

“Dave?” He whispered a bit hesitantly, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. Just because he hadn’t gotten any sleep didn’t mean he should deprive his human boyfriend of it. Karkat set down the tray, beginning to wonder if he had been selfish, as usual. Maybe this had been a bad idea after all. He cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair and messing with the hem of his sweater. 

“Dave,” he repeated, a bit louder. Still no response. Deciding to try a different approach, he shuffled closer, ignoring the nagging feeling that this had been a bad idea. He pressed a kiss to Dave’s forehead, gently brushing his boyfriend’s hair out of his face. 

At that, Dave wrinkled his nose slightly. His eyes fluttered open, and he squinted up at the other. 

“Hey, ‘Kat,” he yawned, ���'s early,” he mumbled.

“Uh- yeah,” replied Karkat, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “I made you breakfast,” he said, his tone as though he had gotten caught doing something bad. 

That woke Dave up.

“Really? Oh hell yeah, thanks!” He sat up, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “That’s really sweet of you.”

Karkat fought back a slight smile, glad that he was pleased. He nodded, grabbing the tray and setting it in Dave’s lap.

“Yep, simmered barkbeast!” Karkat joked, crawling to sit next to Dave in bed.

Dave did a double take, eyes widening slightly. 

“Wait- what?” 

“Kidding, it’s ‘steak,’ for humans. I alchemized a human cookbook after seeing it in a movie we watched.” Karkat laughed softly to himself at Dave’s reaction before pausing. “I hope it’s okay.”

Dave took a bite enthusiastically.

“It’s great, thanks Karkles,” he ruffled Karkat’s hair. 

Karkat narrowed his eyes slightly at the nickname. 

“I can still take it back, asswipe,” he huffed, trying to fix his already unruly hair. There was no real malice behind the comment. 

Dave laughed, and Karkat bit back another smile, leaning into his side. 

After a few minutes of quiet conversation, Dave finished and set the tray aside as Karkat stifled a yawn. 

“How much did you sleep last night? It’s like- exactly seven o’ two. This must have taken you several hours,” Dave questioned, noticing the increased prominence of the bags under Karkat’s eyes. 

“I didn’t,” he admitted, chewing his bottom lip.

Dave stared at his lips and the sharpness of his teeth for a few seconds before snapping out of it. They could kiss later. 

“The night before?” Dave asked, brushing his thumb over Karkat’s lower lip.

“Not many,” he yawned again. “You know how I get though, I’ll be okay.” 

Dave raised an eyebrow. “Not many-? Babe, you should get some sleep.” 

Karkat just flipped him off, though with no real meaning behind the gesture. “There’s things to do though, I have humans to kiss,” he whined, leaning a bit closer. 

Dave found his glance back on Karkat’s lips, and he was quiet for a moment. Finally, he spoke up, forcing himself to meet his eyes again. 

“Listen, you know me. I am all about quality smooching time. I am all over that like you wouldn’t believe. I’m all over that like marinara is all over pasta, you know, I’m-” Dave stopped himself before he started to ramble, “-you get it.” 

Karkat furrowed his brows. “Not really. What’s marinara?” 

Dave laughed. “It’s- well, it doesn’t matter. The point is, as much as I’d like to kiss in bed all day, you need to get some sleep.”

Karkat frowned. “I’ll lay down and cuddle you, but that doesn’t mean I’ll sleep. And I’ll only do it for a kiss. A real one.” 

“You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Vantas,” replied Dave, cupping his face and kissing him deeply. 

Karkat hummed, glad to have gotten his way. He eagerly reciprocated the kiss, bringing a hand to the back of Dave’s head and tangling it in his hair. 

After a few minutes, Dave reluctantly pulled away, pressing one last kiss to his forehead. 

“Alright ‘Kat, sleep time.”

Karkat groaned, rolling his eyes, but he laid down anyway, wrapping his arms around Dave’s waist. He glanced nervously up at the vents, as he usually did before sleeping, and then looked back at Dave. 

“And you’ll be here?”

“Always,” replied Dave softly. 

A few minutes later, Karkat was fast asleep, a soft purr emanating from his chest, and Dave was sure he had never been happier. 

[blackbird-brewster]

AO3 Wrapped

I already answered [all of the even numbers], so might as well just finish out the list so I have it as a post.

How many words have you written this year?

In the four months I've been actively writing this year I have published: 390,729 words (holy fuckin shit!!!!!)

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Definitely proud of [Fooled Around (and Fell in Love)], just due to the length of it and because I hadn't read any really healthy polyamory fics about my blorbos, so I'm so happy there is one now!

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

[Answered Here]

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

[Answered Here]

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

JJ/Tara!!!!! I just absolutely fell in love with them after finishing Fooled Around and I've written quite a [bit] [more] [with this pair]. I think they're an extremely underrated pairing in the CM fandom!

11. What work took you the longest to write?

My current WIP [Between You & Me] was started a month ago and still has more to go. Which is flipping wild bc it's only 30k right now....while Fooled Around is 168k and that took me about three and a half weeks to write

13. What’s your longest work of the year?

As mentioned above! [Fooled Around (and Fell in Love)] is 168,268 WC which is also my longest work in general. (Second longest is only 39k)

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

Not sure if [Between You & Me] will be finished by the end of the year or not (Fingers Crossed!) Also, [To Catch an Unsub] which I have decided to finish after leaving it on a cliffhanger since 2015!

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

[Answered Here]

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

Tara/Rebecca!!! I have [two] [short little fics] for them already but as we get to know their relationship more, I will be writing more for them.

21. How many kudos in total did you get this year?

2,674 kudos!!

23. Did you do any collaborative works this year?

Sort of? I wrote the third and final instalment of [A Journey Through the Silent Chasm], which already had one part by me and one part by Phoenix_Falls (PLEASE CHECK TAGS BEFORE READING)

25. Did you receive any gifts this year?

Yes! I received three gifts from Bow_is_best_boi aka @darcyfangirlsfrequently <3

27. What do you listen to while writing?

For longer fics, I have a playlist for each pairing! [Jemily Jams] || [Temily Tunes] || [Jara Jukebox] || [Fooled Around Soundtrack]

For one-shots I usually listen to one song on repeat. All of those songs are on this playlist: [w00t4ewan CM Fic Titles]

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year? Oh man, oh man, oh man. Let's see if I can narrow it down to top five? I wrote 51 works so far this year. It's hard to pick just ONE! (Welp, this post is about to become mature content lmao)

"And when JJ flooded the sheets with Tara's head between her thighs, the noise that tore from her mouth was the single most perfect sound that had ever graced Tara's ears; an uneven, guttural wail of ecstasy that seemed like it had been building in JJ's throat for seven long months, just waiting for Tara, and only Tara, to coax it out of her." [Between You & Me - JJ/Tara]

"It started in Paris, which sounded about as romantic and cliché as the start of any romantic story, but this wasn't just any story, this was their story. Over the years, Emily and JJ had choreographed an intricate, heart-breaking, dance of wilful ignorance created from the constant push and pull of their relationship. Each time Emily took one step forward, JJ took one step back and vice versa, step for step, they gravitated towards each other, while never quite being able to connect. It often seemed like they would never be dancing to the same beat, always one move out of sync with each other, until JJ took a leap of faith and just like any great dance partner, Emily was there to catch her." [If I Met You in Five Years - JJ/Emily]

“You’re parts!” JJ yelled from behind, as she approached Emily. Emily spun around when she heard JJ’s voice, she was exhausted and really just wanted to get home. She shook her head at JJ,  “What?” JJ had closed the distance now, she came to rest just a foot way from Emily. “You’re right. You’re right that there are parts of this job I can’t take home. You’re parts. You have always been the part of my job that I couldn’t take home, Emily. Or rather, you have always been the part of my job that I was too afraid to take home.” [Mercy - JJ/Emily]

"JJ never did get to see Paris, but all of the memories they made held more reverence than the entirety of the Louvre. Emily’s eyes were more dazzling than the lights on the Eiffel Tower. Their love felt older than the catacombs beneath the city. Emily’s body was far more hallowed than the pilgrimage up the stairs of Montmatre. For all intensive purposes, JJ had experienced Paris in the most authentic way possible." [Is There Somewhere - JJ/Emily]

After a while, Tara and Garcia saw a lull in the line at the bar and made a break for it. Tara had to pull JJ away from her new friend so she could join Garcia at the bar. Emily had gone to the bathroom but returned with a perplexed look. "What's wrong?" Tara asked her wife. "A drunk woman in the bathroom said she loves my grey hair and said I'm a total 'milk'? What does that mean?" Emily asked Garcia, figuring Garcia would be up to date on slang.  "Oh god. Emily, she probably called you a MILF," Garcia corrected, cackling. "It means Mom I'd Like to Fuck." "But I don't have kids," Emily replied.  "I have kids! What'd she look like Emily?" JJ asked excitedly.  "JJ, NO!" Garcia yelled. [HEATED - Tara/Emily]

If you made it this far, thanks for reading!! It's been so incredible to come back to writing fanfic for this fandom. I've been blown away by the amount of support from everyone. Find all my works on AO3: [w00t4ewan]

[affiesque]

when you get this you have to answer with 5 of ur fav songs and then tag your mutuals to do the same :) (no pressure <;3)

Hey @night-fighter-x thanks for tagging me! 🖤 So it was really difficult to narrow this list down, but I decided to go with five songs I've had on repeat lately (in no particular order).

Keshi - Summer (this one had me at "kiss my wounds/but not forever")

Depeche Mode - It's No Good (I'm a huge DM fan so it's hard to pick a fav, but this is a good example of their overall style - sexy, dark, brooding - and a song i always come back to)

Massive Attack - Daydreaming (this is like sitting in front of an open window in spring, curtains swaying gently in the breeze)

Electronic - Getting Away With It (an alternative dance supergroup roasting Morrissey? hell yes)

Sinéad O'Connor - Thank You For Hearing Me (been playing this one a lot since she died; she was a bright light in a dark world)

So whoever is reading this if you want to join in, consider yourself tagged! 🖤

[shreyabhagavatulainternships]

Summer Internship : 22 - 26 May 2023

22 - 24 May

This was the week that I officially started helping them with work. When I first applied, Shivansh had made it clear to me that I was also expected to work on the label and marketing side of their music. Today I learnt more about using Excel and Google Sheets for organization. I was not exceptionally proficient in either before this internship, however, Shivansh helped me understand some basics while working on the task that I was given which would take up the course of my internship.

The label was collaborating with a TV service provider to create a 24/7 live stream of their music. I was tasked to create an EPG (electronic programming guide) for the channel that spanned that time. Shivansh introduced me to the filtering function on Google Sheets.

It allowed us to sort through data based on what it was tagged as. Using their song Meta Datasheet, Shivansh showed me how to sort through albums and genres to help with the task. Each song on the sheet was tagged with a genre and mood on two columns. This helped me with the first task of sorting the discography into moods, which would later be used as categories for "programs" on the EPG.

This was not very hard to understand and pick up. As they had already tagged their songs based on specific filters it allowed for a much easier job on my part. Since I had no prior reference to creating this kind of schedule I researched EPGs of existing music channels in India. Here is an example of a music channel, 9XM:

Similar to the EPG above I created a separate Google Sheet with 30 min timeslots, suggested by Shivansh, for each program. For example 'Classic Bollywood', 'On a Road Trip', 'Morning Dance Party', 'Indie Showcase'. I created 16 categories and structured the sheet with the categories across columns, horizontally, with the songs listed below each category. For example:

Once I showed Shivansh, he pointed out that I would not be able to use the filter feature as it worked with a list that was vertically under the target cell. I had to reformat the EPG so that the filtering system could be used. The TV service provider had also requested that I reduce the number of programs so that they can be repeated easily. I was a bit overwhelmed with this part of the task as I was not familiar with Excel or Sheets and watching Shivansh breeze through when explaining to me made me feel a bit disappointed in myself. But then I reminded myself that he had done this for way longer than I have and that I'm still learning.

When I get overwhelmed with anything, I usually split tasks into discrete pieces. In this case, I decided to first reduce the number of programs, sort the songs and then reformat. Shivansh helped me narrow down to the programs he felt were good and I used them. Here is an excerpt of the final detailed program list:

From here on, we cut down on a lot of the work that I had already done. The TV service provider communicated with us that usually music programs have one EPG from Monday to Thursday and then a second one from Friday to Sunday which would be repeated. In my original EPG, I had manually shuffled around the songs each day. I was upset when I realized that we would have to broaden the specific work that I had done. This felt counter-productive and I thought it would have been much easier if this was just told to me from the beginning. It would have saved me time and I would have produced results much faster. Inefficiency is one of my pet peeves, especially if there is a very evidently direct process. However as it was a professional setting, I could let my annoyance get further in the way of my ongoing task and had to put it aside.

25 & 26 May

We had an in-person meeting with a representative from the TV service and I was able to ask specific questions on the format of the EPG. He provided us with a template which they use for channels such as ours. Yet again I was annoyed that this template was not provided from the beginning as it would have made the whole process faster. However, I understood that everyone had their own constraints. Shivansh later also expressed his annoyance at the fact that this format was not provided, even though he had exchanged countless emails with their team.

I decided that I did not want to drag this out any longer and sat down to finish the reformatting within the next two days. However, Shivansh was adamant that I also spend time in the studio every day. I felt more comfortable around him as he looked out for me, and would encourage me to eat meals with him in the studio kitchenette. His and the other producers' considerate and casual attitude was very helpful in my settling into the professional setting.

On the 25th, Salim sir was in the studio, adding to a track for an upcoming project. I was able to observe and ask questions about his compositional process. My first question was how can a piece be made better? He said that it begins with realizing that there are spaces to fill. I observed this as he added synth lines that complemented the chords and beat that were already there. The way the spaces were filled was unique making the overall track more dynamic. My next question was, how do you choose what to add? The answer he gave was quite simple, and it was to just try. You'll never know what the track needs unless you don't try. He was experimenting with different gestures and takes to create and preserve originality. He was also very expressive when he liked a gesture he made, which made me reflect on how I react to the compositional choices I make while creating a piece.

I started reflecting on my own compositional process. I realized that I could do more of both the qualities he described. I also realized that I don't have a set 'studio' or creative time set out every day. I usually start a song when I have an idea and not because I just sat down and started experimenting. In contrast, when I'm using modular equipment in school for ensemble class or for my projects, it always begins with exploring what sounds I can get out of the instrument, rather than a concrete concept. I guess it depends on the style of music I want to produce. Although I want to include more experimental soundscapes in my songs, the process of experimentation would benefit this style.

[bow-chicka-wow-wow-wow]

10 Best South Park Episodes

This is my own personal opinion, and not in any ranked order. Multiple part episodes, such as the “Black Friday Trilogy” will be counted as one entry. Keep in mind that as of making this post, there are over 300 episodes, with so many of them being good episodes, so it ain’t easy to narrow it down to ten!

1. Make Love, Not Warcraft - South Park and machinima. What can I say? The episode mostly takes place within the immersive world of Warcraft, as the boys band together to stop a high-level griefer from going around killing everyone in the World, of Warcraft. To do this, they must log every hour of every day killing boars to a montage of Paul Stanley’s “Live to Win,” becoming morbidly obese in the process. Also, Blizzard actually contributed to the machinima animation style in this episode.

2. Good Times With Weapons - This one also switches between two animation styles. The boys get Japanese weapons from the county fair, and occasionally, when playing with their weapons, the animation changes from the crude South Park animation to anime style animation. The boys learn the hard way that their weapons are dangerous when Kenny throws a shuriken star at Butters’s eye. In the end, only Cartman gets in trouble for walking across the auction stage naked, blaming a “wardrobe malfunction,” mirroring the real life infamous Janet Jackson Super Bowl Halftime Show. Also, “Let’s Fighting Love” just might be the best anime theme song ever!

3. Guitar Queer-O - Ah, Guitar Hero. Remember the height of its popularity in the mid-to-late 2000’s? It was only a matter of time before South Park decided to make an episode about that. Stan and Kyle become overnight sensations after reaching 100,000 points in Guitar Hero, and try to reach 1,000,000 points. They do that in the end, but the results are, well, let’s just say disappointing. Also, Randy trying to play is phenomenal! He can play the real guitar, but apparently, real guitars are for old people. Gee, thanks. Also, I’ve reached 100,000 points all the time, and I’ve never never once been invited to a coke and sex party for it…

4. Scott Tenorman Must Die - Probably the darkest episode in South Park history. Cartman must deal with a bully who sold him his pubes. His scheme takes a dark and twisted turn, when Cartman has Scott’s parents killed, and then grinds up their corpses and makes them into chili, and feeds that chili to Scott, thus making him cry fright in front of his favorite band, Radiohead. This episode cements Cartman’s status as not some spoiled little brat, but a downright psychopath. Lesson of the episode, never piss off Cartman again.

5. Goobacks - “THEY TOOK OUR JOBS!!” This episode sees time travelers showing up from 2,000 in the future to have better lives in the past, working various jobs for only a small fraction of what the jobs are worth, putting several workers out of a job. This introduces Darrel, the redneck who’s always shouting the aforementioned line with several others repeating his words. This gets repeated in the season 21 premiere “White People Renovating Houses,” pretty much the only thing I find remotely enjoyable in an otherwise mediocre episode.

6. Imaginationland (Episode I-III) - What do you think of when you think of epic trilogies? Star Wars? Lord of the Rings? How about Imaginationland? This was originally conceived by Matt and Trey as a standalone sequel to 1999’s “Bigger, Longer, and Uncut,” but instead was released as a three episode trilogy, but was later released as a 67 minute DVD with a few added scenes. There are quite a few characters from many movies, TV series, etc. basically, if it’s ever been imagined, it exists in Imaginationland. Unfortunately, it also includes the many evil characters that have ever existed, including the Woodland Critters, and ManBearPig (long before ManBearPig was actually proven to be real). Let’s not forget the subplot of Kyle losing a bet to Cartman and having to suck the latter’s balls.

7. Black Friday Trilogy (Black Friday, A Song Of Ass And Fire, Titties And Dragons) - The 2013 console war turned into, well, a literal console war a la Game of Thrones. The boys and their friends all choose sides on whether to get the the Xbox One or the PS4. Cartman is the master manipulator/backstabber, Kenny is a Japanese princess, and Bill Gates fights Sony’s then President to the death at the Red Robin Wedding. All for the boys to get the new console before everyone else beats them to it. Oh, and Randy takes a job as head of security, just to get the Black Friday sales before everyone else does. The consumers are White Walkers, and George R. R. Martin has an apparent obsession with penises.

8. The Losing Edge - The boys REALLY don’t want to spend all summer playing baseball, so they will do what it takes to lose games. Unfortunately, the other teams are better at sucking, this making the boys win EVERY GAME. All they want to do is play video games! But my favorite part of this episode is the subplot involving Randy getting drunk and starting fights with other baseball dads. And getting arrested after every South Park victory. Oh, I’m sorry! I thought this was America! His fight with Batdad goes about as well as expected. I didn’t hear no bell!

9. Chef Aid - This is an OLD episode! Chef loses a copyright infringement lawsuit after one of his songs was covered without his permission and must raise $2 million or face four years jail time. The boys put together a stage, and many guest celebrities, voiced by themselves, all put together a benefit concert helping their old friend, including Elton John, Rancid, Primus, and even Ozzy Osbourne, the latter of which bites Kenny’s head off like a bat!

10. Up The Down Steroid - Jimmy Valmer and Timmy Burch prepare for the upcoming Special Olympics. Unfortunately, Jimmy ends up taking anabolic steroids upon the suggestion of Nathan, who makes his debut in this episode. Cartman hears of this, and that the winner gets a $1,000 cash prize, so of course he pretends to be developmentally disabled to compete. Of course, since he’s out of shape and hasn’t trained, he places dead last in every event.

[ishouldgetatumbler]

"Ooooh Ivyyy!"

The words came sing-song, high and sickly sweet. It was the tone of voice Harley Quinn used to irritate the caped crusader, but more dangerously, it was the tone of voice Harleen Quinzell used when she wanted to convince her partner to make a bad choice. No. Absolutely not she decided. She coated her heart in iron, readying it for those giant puppy dog eyes. She set down her book as Harley's shoes tapped up the stairs, feather light and skipping every other step.

Harley skipped her usual pig tails because, despite her endless complaining, they were keeping a low profile. She wore a long red and black winter coat, possibly because she couldn't stop herself. Ivy crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes.

"Hello Harley."

"Hello Ivy! And how is the best girlfriend a gal could hope for?"

"Increasingly suspicious," she said coldly.

"Well..." Harley squeaked, "you know the rules?"

Ivy smiled like permafrost, cold and hard.

"Yes I do dear. Did you happen to forget?"

"No I-"

"Repeat them for me." Ivy said and, after deciding her tone was harsh added, more softly "please."

Harley took a deep breath, then repeated; "No costumes. No explosives. No mallet. No heroics and no contacting Mistah Jay."

"And...?" She prompted.

"And no pets," Harley added sadly.

Ivy nodded, and her smile softened to something actually affectionate as she said, "I liked Bruce too, but keeping a hyena and staying under the radar are exact opposites."

Harley pouted, and out came the puppy dog eyes. God, they were the size of dinner plates. The steel wrapped around Ivy's heart began to flake and rust at the edges.

"What is it Harley?" Ivy said.

"Nuthin."

"Harley." Ivy repeated.

You would be amazed at the cool dread a trained professional can fit into a single word, even moreso when the word is your name.

"Well, I was out doin some shoppin'. And you know how I like to do my shoppin' round abouts of crime alley?"

Ivy put a hand coated in potting soil to her head as it conjured a thousand bad images to her mind. She imagined Harley good-naturedly patting a dog the size of a small horse. She imagined harley procuring a mallet out of her purse and doming some ruffians with it. Most of all, she imagined Harley being torn away from her, shoved into another wailing, flashing car of Gotham's finest.

But she just nodded, unable to break her eyes from Harley's own brown gemstones. They shimmered in the wet, soft yearning of her eyes.

"Well there was a few rough types intimidatin' a kid. So I says to them I says 'hey, pick on someone your own size.' So the guys leave him alone, walk over to me, start whistlin' an' talkin' about size and a nice lady like me. So I hits 'em."

"Harley-"

"Lemme finish Ives." Harley said, "I didn't bring my mallet like you said, so I hits 'em with the brick I keep in my purse."

"Harley!"

"Lemme finish! I finish hittin 'em with the brick, and I go over to the kid to see if he's alright, but the kid is playin' it real tough like, 'I didn't need any help', 'I'm used to being alone' real tough guy Batman stuff. So I says to him 'feeling the need to be strong and isolated can be a sign of childhood trauma' and he says 'how do you know that' and I says I'm a liscened therapist, not mentioning I don't practice no more, and he says 'a therapist who hits people with bricks?' And I says yeah, Gotham's a hell of a town."

"Harley, you didn't."

"Please Ivy, lemme explain. His stomache rumbles and I ask he's eaten and he says piss off, I say I know a place nearby"

"Harley, you didn't!"

Harley kept on, driving the conversation like a stolen snow plow, "so we get some burgers, and he gets to talkin' about his folk, how the want to vivi-dissect him or sumthin, so I says 'hey, I know a place you can stay where no one is tryina cut you up-'"

"Harley. Tell me you did not steal a child."

Harley scowled at the accusation. "You can't steal sumthin that wants to be stolen. That's kidnappin."

"That's not-" Ivy started, but stopped herself, focusing on the larger issue, "He's not yours. You have to give him back."

"Finder's keepers." Harley said as she crossed her arms, half turning away from her partner and stuck out her tongue.

"No." Ivy said simply, and crossed her arms right back.

Harley broke instantly, wrapping her hands together like Ivy was the god she prayed to as she broke out her pleading voice. "Aw come on Ivy, I'll take really good care of him!"

"No. I am not letting you adopt a- wait, how old is he?"

"14."

"I am not letting you adopt a 14 year old. We have the rules for a reason." Ivy said.

The metal coating her heart was shredding and curling under the grating pressure of not giving the woman she loved most whatever she wanted. Those damn eyes.

"But he's not ageinst the rules!" Harley wailed.

"No pets!" Ivy snapped back.

"Please!" Harley wailed again, dragging out every sound as she begged. "Please my lil' flower, he's got no where else to go! They was really thinkin' about cutting him open!"

Ivy glared at Harley and watched as the wetness build and bubbled in her eyes.

Ivy sighed like she was letting out a breath of pure tension.

"How are we not getting caught?" Ivy asked finally.

Harley's expression glowed. "I'll ask Brucie for a favor! He owes me big from last time."

"The hyena?" Ivy asked skeptically.

"No! Bruce Wayne! He loves black haired kids with tragic backstory. It's part of his charm. He'll sort it out."

Ivy sighed again, less dramatically and put a hand back to her head.

"I'm going to regret this." She said quietly

"No you won't!" Harley said merrily, "now come on, Danny is downstairs. You two will get on like a house on fire, he's transgenda and full of ghosts!"

Harley took Ivy, arm in arm, down the stairs to meet their new son.

Random idea that just popped in my brain:

Danny goes to Gotham (yeah yeah I know) but when he gets there he accidently walks in on Harley doin something (idk that's up to you) and Harley is all like 'look at this traumatized child, well guess he's mine now. Ivy, make the bed we have a son now!'

(also Harley and Bruce should be besties for no reason other than I want them to.)

[daggerspare-standingby]

Great Balls Of Fire

Just a quick little one shot that's been buzzing around in my brain for a while, and no reason to post it until today (10/28/22) when I heard that Jerry Lee Lewis (original singer of Great Balls Of Fire) passed away today. Thought this would be appropriate, please be kind! First TG post :)

Please enjoy a one shot of Rooster x Girlfriend!Reader

a bit of fluff, a bit of angst (see Mav) for missing the OG Bradshaws (Carole & Goose) but mostly fluff :)

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It was a Friday night, and you were working the bar of the Hard Deck as per usual, your boyfriend and his teammates hanging out by the pool tables and dart boards until the end of your shift when you would join them. Conversation hummed throughout the bar, accompanied with the vintage vinyl playing from the jukebox. Penny was chatting with Maverick on the other end of the bar, and you poured another glass of draught for a regular customer. As you turned around to ring through the sale, you heard a chorus of groans sound throughout the bar as the Jukebox was unplugged - again - and there was really only one culprit that could be to blame.

Bradley took his place at the piano, having waited closer to the end of your shift to start playing just in case Penny decided to throw him out for being a little shit. He tinkled a few of the higher octave keys before settling down on the bench and then he started his usual song. Despite the smile growing on your face as his voice rang out the first few words of the verse, you did have to roll your eyes. This song was constantly on repeat in your boyfriend's brain, he said it brought him closer to his dad when he played it. You couldn't fault him that, wishing that you could have met Nick and Carole Bradshaw before you started dating.

Come On Baby! You're Driving me Crazy

The entire bar broke out with him for the chorus - because nobody but Bradley knew the actual words to every verse.

Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire!

Watching your boyfriend eating up the attention, you couldn't help but admire him from your place behind the wooden bar. He looked so good, sun kissed from his day outside, curls lightened but in a fluffy mop on the top of his head - one that you loved to run your fingers through - and aviator sunglasses, the pair that you learned were his dad's which was why they constantly slid down his narrow nose, midway down the bridge of his nose as he bobbed his head to the song he sang and played. Rooster looked so good in this moment, in the limelight. He was always so charismatic, his voice, that straight smile, and that damn 80s style moustache that worked so well for him. His gravelly voice as he sang the "that feels good baby" made shivers automatically run down your spine and goosebumps rise on your arms and a heat pool in the pit of your stomach. Yup - it was time to get your man home.

He was smiling as he sang along, his friends and co workers singing along as well; all except Hangman because Jake was just too cool to sing along to Great Balls Of Fire for the umpteenth time that month. You did catch him tapping his foot to the beat though as he sipped his beer and smirked, making a mental note to tease him about it later. Checking the big clock above the door to the bar, you saw it was just a couple minutes to the end of your shift, you looked over at Penny, asking her silently if you could clock out with a nod towards Rooster at the piano to which she simply nodded and waved you off.

Just as he was finishing the song you untied your apron and tucked it under the bar, coming around the opening you bit your lip - you'd never done this before and it was going to either go very well, or very poorly. "Hey Rooster, you big stud!" you raised your voice slightly to be above the music, enjoying the way his head automatically shot up, a grin gracing his features.

You also didn't miss the way that Maverick's head also turned on a swivel as you repeated one of the favourite phrases of one very special Carole Bradshaw. Rooster smiles at you from the piano "That's me honey!" echoing the words that Goose and Carole once said to each other, Maverick stared at you both in shock from his seat at the bar. Tears lining his eyes as he watched the scene play out in front of him; remembering back to a four year old Bradley perched atop a very similar piano, Goose playing the exact same tune and Carole moving to sit atop his lap and join him in the very last chorus.

"Take me to bed or lose me forever!" Your eyes locked on Rooster as you walked over to him and he quickly maneuvered an arm around your waist to pull you into his lap while not missing a beat of the final verse of the song "Show me the way home honey!" He played the final notes of Great Balls of Fire with a flourish and then pulled you in for a steamy kiss, moustache tickling your upper lip and warm hands pressed around your waist. He stood up quickly almost knocking you over as he moved to slip your hand into his and twine your fingers together "Penny, I'll settle up tomorrow! Gotta take my girl home!" Penny shook her head laughing and waved a towel at the two of you as you were dragged out of the bar.

Despite hearing the song every night, sometimes multiple times a day, Rooster would never stop singing it. Not only did it bring him closer to his dad, but as long as he knew how much it would turn you on when he performed it, he'd sing it to the end of his days.