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oh my god none of you know about Friday, Octopus
#me and my bestie went to the aquarium silent disco night and i was drunk#and they had these local performers singing fish themed parody versions of popular songs#and hearing this cover of friday im in love where this over excitable woman sang 'friday OCToPus' sent me into hysterics#it was the greatest thing id ever witnessed
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omg you know when you inherit the family money but then suddenly its three years later and you've got nothing left, but someone invites you out anyway for a night of cards and bants and you're like, well, I was always good at baccarat, and you go to the fanciest flat you've ever seen and there's this guy from school who is like, the coolest guy ever, he is a professional sportsman, you've always been a fan. anyway you drink way too much and are having such a good time you forget about all your troubles until its time to get the chequebook out and then you remember oh fuck, I have nothing.
so you wander around hyde park catastrophising in the dark getting more and more desperate and then you decide to do it: go back to the scene of the crime in a complete tizz, and the guy, god he's so handsome, he's so cool, you become obsessed with the idea that you're going to end it all and make HIM witness it if he doesn't help you, even though you know he owes you absolutely nothing, surely this rich bastard can have some convivial spirit for the old school, the old ways?! and so you vomit your trauma over him and he is like lol, k? what's this got to do with me?
and you're FURIOUS so you decide you will do it right then and there, and instead of wiping the smug smile off his face he just looks excited, excited that you're going to blow your brains out, and it snaps you out of it because what the FUCK?! who the fuck is this guy?!
and then it turns out he's AJ Raffles, hero, cad, jewel thief, and he is your downfall, your hamartia, your fatal flaw, and this adventure that starts here and ends on the South African veldt is the greatest and worst thing that will ever happen to you.
"March 15th. 'The Ides of March, the Ides of March, remember.' Eh, Bunny, my boy? You won't forget them, will you?"
#raffles#today is a day of rafflesposting i apologise to no one#crime and cricket#ides of march#the ides of march#tw suicide#bunny manders my beloved#feralposting about raffles as is my right#be gay do crimes#since 1899 baybe
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hi im mutuals with both 1 billion dndads blogs and 1 billion tma/wtnv/w359/taz/manyotherpodcasts blogs and like i just have to say. im fairly sure you are genuinely skewing the vote here. i felt so odd voting for glenn instead of lup, instead of isabel lovelace, instead of KRAVITZ. and i voted for him and looked deep inside myself and was like "why did i do this? because its funny?" and realized thats exactly why. this is all fucking hilarious. i witness your blog daily and it has the same desperation as an irl election if not far more so. theres not anything else on your blog and if there is its because you drew it for someone who voted. i have a mutual who was upset about annabelle cane not winning and was like honestly, if you were as passionate as iersei, maybe you would've had a chance. you're picking glenn close up like one of those screaming toy chickens and successfully smacking aside every character ive seen this website lose their minds over every couple of weeks perpetually since 2016 at the latest. glenn fucking close of all people. id say theres sexier dndads characters but honestly im not sure if there is anymore. i think its all glenn. i wonder how long it will take you to go back to being a normal, non-glenn-sexy-tournament themed blog. i hope you carry this sheer unfiltered passion into everything you do. because its the funniest fucking thing ive ever seen. please keep going
AS A CLOWN AT HEART, MY FIRST COMMITMENT IS ALWAYS AND FOREVER TO. THE. BIT.
anyone who knows me will tell you that they are completely unsurprised by how thoroughly i have dedicated myself to this. i wear my heart on my sleeve. i am loud. i am passionate. and when i commit, i FUCKING COMMIT.
and i ask of you. what is the greatest measure of victory. nay, of sex appeal in general on tumblr dot com. than some freaks doing some unhinged nonsense and pissing off a looot of people that just don't Get It in the process?
the reason why cecilsweep was so entertaining to watch was because. he swept against the victors of the original tournament on twitter when the rematch rounds came around to tumblr. it's because it was unexpected, but people were adamant and they were passionate.
and here? in this sphere? where nightvale is such a fucking behemoth of a powerhouse that their popularity necessitated another bracket? it doesn't carry the same energy.
you know what does?
one hot and sexy mess of a man submitted by one person with zero propaganda clawing his way up to the top. knocking down a lot of really popular characters in the process with close (heh) victories and hard fought battles. all because a handful of really desperate freaks really really want him carnally.
that's what it's all about baby. and that's why, in my heart, we've already won.
...i'm gonna keep fighting like hell though because i refuse to give up on anything and it is WAY TOO EARLY to give up now. SO EVERYONE READING THIS SHOULD GO VOTE GLENN CLOSE [HERE].
peace and love and sexualizing that old man on the planet earth <3 i refuse to ever change <3
#sei says an answer#dysaniadisorder#THE TOY CHICKEN ANALOGY IS THE FUNNIEST FUCKING THING IN THE WORLD TO ME BTW#LIKE YEAH. YEAH I *DID* DO THAT.#The Advanced Voter Fraud Experience#hot glenn autumn#fave
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Ch.4- Contract Query (TWST Mafia AU)
“Kalim! Don’t get into any trouble!”
“Jamil, it’s just a meeting!”
The bank owner brushed off his partner's concern and smoothed down his single breasted gray suit, the inside of the coat was designed in a gold fabric, a dark leather belt kept his pants close to his form, and in the breast pocket was a ruby colored pocket square and his cufflinks were ruby studs. Kalim wore a peach colored shirt that he straightened out and ran his tanned fingers through his choppy snow colored hair, he double checked his golden curved earrings in the office mirror before marching out confidently of the room. Jamil was checking the cashier tills before the day could start, his eyes narrowed with a lack of amusement as he looked up to the garnet colored ones, the darker haired man scoffed as he closed the last till.
“You say that, but the last time you went out for a simple meeting, I had to call the police to locate you and Silver!”
“We weren’t hurt-”
“I had to pay off lawyers to keep you out of jail! There were two bodies!”
“Jamil,” Kalim pouted a bit, crossing his arms as he commented. “You are too worried, I think I should send you on a vacation soon before your hair turns gray. As I explained, Silver saved my life.”
There was no winning this conversation so Jamil just shook his head with a sigh. “At least keep me updated this time. And don’t forget your insignia!”
Kalim blinked and chuckled as he took the golden viper pin and pinned it to his suit. “Oh right! I knew I was forgetting something. Don’t worry Jamil, this is Riddle we’re talking about, he’ll keep me safe.”
Before Jamil could retort the cheerful bank owner was out the heavy dark wood doors, leaving the dark haired man to tend to the opening of their bank. Once the employees showed and customers started arriving Jamil was able to relax a bit, even more so when he received a picture from Kalim, the bubbly man was standing with Cater and taking a selfie with him outside of the casino. The illumination from the Ayat Al Nur chandeliers left no speck of darkness in the limestone building, polished merbau wood was the fashion for furniture and the main cashier counter where people lined up, all through the building the echoes of heels and chatter filled the air both being intimidating yet genteel. The building itself was three stories, the second floor held the offices and loan departments while downstairs was the main lobby and vault. Walking into the bank the first thing anyone notices is the giant vault that was positioned in the center of the wall behind the bank tellers, the second thing to notice would be the security scanners next to the giant doors that release a silent alarm to the security crew on the third floor. If someone brought in a weapon the security crew are to warn the staff through the computers and security guards would be notified.
No natural light entered the lobby floor from the lack of windows and guards were posted at each corner of the large room, Jamil strolled past the bank tellers who politely spoke with their individual customers before stopping when someone called him over. He arrived at one of the younger tellers and looked to the man behind the counter who looked very sore from their conversation. The lobby was empty at the time, some universal phenomenon always occurs that trouble brews, all customer witnesses seem to vanish. Jamil, the ever so stoic and cordial second man to the bank, asked with the greatest care as he moved the younger teller behind him. “Is there a problem, sir?”
“Yeah, I came here to check my account and talk to someone about loans but he says I don’t have an account.”
Jamil could already see where this was going, almost every day they would see someone that claimed to have an account with a ridiculous amount of money, then if the bank couldn’t find the account they would start a new one with “start-up” money as an apology. The vice president merely nodded and asked for the man’s ID, which he stupidly gave, and worked on looking up his name in the system. Of course, there was no account and he handed the ID back before saying in a deceivingly polite voice.
“Sir, there is no account or record of you with us. Now, for wasting mine and my employees time I request you to leave if you have no further business.”
“That’s bullshit! Let me speak to the loan manager!”
“Sir, I am the loan manager for the day.” Jamil smirked, watching the man get red in the face. “If you insist on making a scene I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
After his warning came, one of the guards moved forward but instead a gunshot went off and the bitter man fell onto the stone floor in his own blood. While the guards pulled their guns out, Jamil looked at the shooter with unamusement, there Azul stood with a satisfied smirk and holstered his gun in his coat. The charcoal eyes rolled in annoyance as he calmed his newer employees down, having the senior employees help clean up the body and to close the bank for a few minutes, the guards slowly holstered their guns upon realizing who held the stainless steel revolver. Azul merely walked around the body while the employees gathered a mop and other supplies, his flint gray eyes didn’t even blink when they met the stern gaze of the vice president, and he commented in a sly manner.
“It’s always so sad when you have such unfortunate souls, isn’t it? They consistently trouble those above them because they never work for their riches.”
Jamil bit his tongue from spitting out an obscenity, looking at the dolphin gray haired man before him, as usual he sported wearing his black fedora and tailored suit that presented him as the powerful business man he was. While most of his henchmen wear a light-purple undershirt and white bow tie, Azul instead wears a white undershirt and a purple bow tie. The double-breasted suit has a purple underlining, a lavender-gray scarf drapes over both his shoulders and under the suit’s lapels, and Azul wears black dress shoes with block heels and silver buckles on the sides. “Let’s go to my office, shall we?”
“Please, lead the way.” Azul replied with a nod and followed the darker toned man, his cane clacked against the stone and his gloved hand was firmly around the dark purple conch handle.
Once arriving at Jamil’s office, he locked the door and closed all the curtains. Azul politely stood there and waited while Jamil prepared the room. The man pushed some loose black hair away from his eyes as he glanced at Azul, motioning to the chair as he spoke. “Have a seat, would you like something to drink?”
“No thank you, we have more pressing matters to discuss.”
“I see, is that why you traumatized my staff members and made my floors all bloody and disgusting?” Jamil asked bitterly while sitting at his desk and looking at the relaxed visitor.
Azul’s devious smile only grew as he waved his left hand nonchalantly. “It’s good for them to experience this violence, it helps them grow stronger. No, I had no intentions on shooting anyone today, but since he was being so ignorant and rude to you and your staff I decided to take over. I think you would call that an act of benevolence.”
“I would call that the act of a mafia man that enjoys breaking the innocence of others.”
Jamil’s eyes narrowed as the smile from his visitor dropped to a more serious expression. “You can call it what you’d like Jamil, but let’s not delay any longer. I am here to see the file of a few people from my gang.”
“You suspect fraud?”
“Perhaps..” Azul muttered, watching Jamil’s fingers as he rapidly typed in his password to the computer and brought up the bank files. “Please look up, Jackson Bently, Omar Shandler, Maria Russo. Are there any peculiar transactions?”
Reading through the files, Jamil took time to see if there was anything hidden, some “strange” transactions would be large sums of money submitted or small consistent sums. After a few minutes Jamil motioned Azul to come over, the man stood from his chair and looked over Jamil’s shoulder to see Jackson’s file. “I notice that your mafia member Jackson has had a consistent income, that I assume is not part of his pay.”
“It’s only 20 thaumarks, but every week he gets his money. That is certainly not from tips or from me.”
Both men were stuck considering they were deposits through a Magicam account, and that system has many firewalls that would be difficult to crack. Then Jamil smiled a little and suggested, glancing up at Azul for a second before turning to his computer. “I think I have a way to lure him here to confess.”
“Oh?” Azul hummed with interest, leaning his right hand on the desk as he watched the man work, then grinned seeing the accounts numbers fall to zero. “I see, I’m sure it won't take him long to call.”
“A call is not good enough,” Jamil muttered, grabbing his phone and calling to the lobby. “Taylor, if a Mr. Jackson Bently calls, please redirect him to me. Yes, thank you.”
Azul made himself comfortable on the burgundy leather chair and watched as Jamil hung up, then spoke with a calm manner. “How long do you think it will take for him to notice?”
“Not long, for our servers if you fall in debt or your account suddenly loses a lot of money, it will automatically send a text to request you to call our bank tellers.”
“Ah, Jamil, you always somehow impress me! It’s a shame you won’t rethink your status here..”
Jamil rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair, almost mocking Azul as he responded. “I’m flattered. But I prefer not to get blood all over me or go to those vermin filled streets you work on.”
“Still afraid of bugs?” Azul teased with a smirk, leaning forward to rest his chin on his hands as he held his cane. “I could always keep you in charge of my lounge, it’s clean there.”
“Your workers are insufferable,” Jamil scoffed and played with his hair a bit, keeping a firm gaze on the man across his desk. “Jade is focused but you never know what’s up his sleeves, and Floyd is a disaster waiting to happen. Everyone else is obsessed with money or has issues with orders.”
“They hold their purposes, do not question my choices of employment.”
Before anything else was said, the phone rang and Jamil quickly answered and gave his scripted greeting and informed the man he had to come in to handle the money situation in person, in the meantime Azul texted Floyd and Jade to inform them of what was happening. After the call was finished, Jamil stood up and said in a tired tone, retrieving water from the refreshments table. “He’s on his way, you will catch him downstairs.”
“Thank you Jamil, although I thought you would want to join me? Surely you are just as curious as I am about this anonymous tipper.”
“I have no such interest in watching you and your henchmen tear off his nails and cut his tongue off.”
“Jamil, I assure you those treatments are for the stubborn ones, Jackson is more of a quiet man.” Azul stood up, walking directly behind Jamil which caused the man to stop drinking his water, and he whispered calmly to him. “There is another matter I wish to discuss today..”
“Is it about the loans for your construction project?”
“No, it’s about our contract, the file that is coded “Toxic barb” if I remember right.”
Jamil’s eyes widened a fraction as he seethed out between his teeth. “Let me guess, you want to make alterations again?”
“Precisely.”
He didn’t need to turn around to know the mafia boss was grinning, Jamil shoved him away with his shoulder before pulling out a file from his filing cabinet. Placing the document on the table he sat down and grabbed a fountain pen before opening the file and questioning Azul. “So, what is wrong with it? You can’t keep changing things just because they don’t benefit you as much as you’d like.”
“Our agreement states that you pay me for protection to keep as much crime out of the Golden Sand’s district, as well as providing me with best lawyers in return for some meddling in the stock market to get you and Kalim more profit. That is all well and good, but the last paragraph regarding our..more personal agreements seem a little skewed.”
Jamil raised a brow and flipped the pages to the final sections, this contract was made specifically for Azul and Jamil alone, even Kalim did not know this existed. While Kalim was a good bank owner and person, he was always so naive as to what gives them their profit and how to control it. Kalim could be the face and voice all he wanted, but all the control was really in Jamil’s power since he held the loans and most understanding of the business. The first two pages were deals of smuggling, gambling debts, loans, and construction projects, but the last couple paragraphs were more lively. At the end, it was described that “blood of a member will be spared by blood of another,” which was a detail describing that if one of Azul’s lackey’s were in critical condition and needing an organ or blood then Jamil arranged for them to be at the top of the list.
“I fail to see what is wrong, I give your people the best chance of survival by skipping them to the top of the list. Idia does not have everything you need so we agreed to set you up at a specific hospital to accommodate those needs.”
“Yes, but I also realized that you must have made a knot when we worked on that agreement. Specifically “blood for blood” means that you could give my men a chance, but also means you can take that chance away if you chose to.”
“Now you are the one insulting me Azul,” Jamil grumbled as he read the page again, it was true he could twist the words for such a purpose but never saw a reason to. “The only thing I asked in trade for this deal was that you cover the damage fees of the operations while I got you all bumped up the list. What would you want to change?”
“How about something like this?” Azul purred as he leaned on the desk and watched Jamil carefully, as if the man was waiting to see those pages suddenly combust in his hands. “You will purchase the stock of organs and submit them to Idia, and I shall pay for transportation of the organs.”
“Azul! That will cost a lot of money!”
“And that’s why I am also adding an extra to your side of things, you can convince Kalim to..alter the payment that I receive from you to help pay those expenses.”
It could work, Leona and Azul are paid equally by Kalim about 3,000 thaumarks a month just for “being peaceful” in the Golden Sands, and for protection they pay Azul an extra 40 thaumarks a month. If they could cut Azul’s funding a bit they could save it for transportation of these organs, and he knew that the mafia already made plenty of money with their businesses. Jamil wouldn’t have to call in the early morning to reserve a spot and he can stop bribing doctors to keep quiet about this activity. In the end it would save money, but he knew that there was a catch. “It sounds good, but what are you getting out of it other than saving a trip to the hospital and having to dodge questions?”
“Your services of course. If you help me at the lounge twice a month, with workers, finances, and promo deals, I will happily accept that as payment. And don’t think I’m being patsy here, by being a part of my services that also means you will work like everyone else and kill if I say you must. Have we got a deal?”
Jamil’s eyes were stern, it was a chance to save money but he didn’t want to be Azul’s dog either. He and Azul shared an equal intelligence, there was always some trick to pull on each other and in the end neither side got the upper hand. This however was also a chance to see the lounge and maybe he could mess with the finances a little to save more money, or find a way to improve his own control over Azul’s men. Begrudgingly, Jamil took out a new paper to attach to the file and wrote the statement down, sliding it to Azul for approval before both men signed the paper. It was then that Azul left to see his employee and Jamil smirked to himself, looking at the file he mumbled to himself. “Don’t think you have won Azul, you might have the people under your thumb, but I have the city in my palm.”
#twst#twisted wonderland#Jamil Viper#kalim al asim#Azul Ashengrotto#blood warning#mafia au#chapter 4 of series
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“Desert of Wandering”
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The desert is on the table cloth that clothes the table that hosts the cake there’s a glass of milk with some chocolate snow but no means to make a shake if you walk it through you’ll find hot snow dark dew not know what to do but go cause you do your soul wad made to do exactly what you did done do going to do don’t choose that road for if you do that’s the road you chose in an infinite timelines of rows that’s grows wild like the monkey brush his teeth give him key to lock the door when you’re gone and hi, yo, peep, there’s a cosmo 🕳️utside and it’s looking straight at me, my Trippin ? Or do you see don’t call me paranoid it just blinked it’s mystery🔮🎁🎩🪄✨🕳️👁️🧿🪬
As you walk through the treacherous sand camoflauged in gold don’t forget the oldest greatest story ever untold she goes as so you loved it once twice more then the amount of fingers and toes you cut the husks and shells that are metaphysical barriers that protect and cast spells both I’ll and well like all when treated with its respect the special deserves understand the value in things you don’t understand the how you grow part the most past the part the most like the sea when we see with intention it be with intention it be you may cross the mountains climb the skies ripe the dip and skip the pride hold the love and open wide show it off it’s bold and shines west that chest like thumps the best beat of the best groove tempo met time to intertwine the sounds of matter and metaphysical matter colliding to make that which is sound you surround are around be astound you are sound say it loud find your crowd it’s closer then you think it’s far sing no shame cast your blame the truth will boomerang around catch it like you’ve done this twice cause three times or more will still get you far so never stop and dive in woven cloth always pop and drive with music that don’t stop she had you lost in time cause that groove damn that pockets hot so hot they kicked you off the plane had a fire logs of wood in your pockets are insane “but the dude got on the intercom the one with the guitar” “who cares about the one who brought the chocolate sticks and mellow marsh marsh are you sick you brought a dope drum come and kick this ball she won’t pass through the goals with kicks as such but will pass through the goals with kicks that touch much like the ones with kicks as such but much more profound they found those kicks dancing around cause of the due to the music they had to stop the whole crowd got so swapped they didn’t know who was who the meitrodies asked for ID’S The bouncers bounced on their knees there were many such a things of thoughts that thought the thoughts that think again before they thought the ye though of things they think again until they thought they thought they didn’t remember them the things they did do now how I don’t know it’s a miracle so you go faced with the desert you alone there’s a cake at the house no wit where’s it at ? Wit will get you get I told you if you’ve read this far and used the mileage in your car wisely as you are There’s no house in the table I set forth At onslaught of incipience pay attention to Genesis as we’ve made clear past present and future are all on in thy same. Intimate your journey with your heart it’ll be hard you’ll prob die but that’s the part if you get to this table cloth that’s clothing a table dressed like live liberace you’ll see there’s an Ursula as well with tenticals that reach technicals that teach you your reality you perceive.
Get through the dessert passed the fire breeze make a stop by the place that Moses ☝️irst saw G👑D and made nature burn it’s the Bush’s DMT
Saw a prayer x a bouquet of Psalms light a candle and write a song record it there and send it off via invisible satellite interconective interconnext play your cards of chance and change see they let you next yes the algorithms same yes they play the bets yes thy people make they’re own name yes thy people make thier own.
Get to this table cloth cause there’s a cake sustained by the table the cloth it cloths there’s a candle that’ll be burning and she’s been there since days untold.
The phoenix bird from Noah’s Ark He fly’s and glides and slides the vertical waves and current rides of the wind vibration sing the songs the birds sing sing he lands like a royal soldier that merited his akin for not “burdening” reminding Noah to also feed him cause he was concerned about Noah’s well being and the feeding of the other animals over his own so never said a thing till Noah realized and fed thy bird his fin then blessed him on the spot for being such a king blessed him with eternal life cause that’s what love merits truth and honest loving kind beats hell and all her sins why how could anyone choose the side that ends in horror mean how can anyone choose the ride that ain’t just Halloween how can anyone choose to
Ride on evil mal intent where’s the heart G👑D gave you and Is inside of how can you go to such eveil greedy selfish disgusting extents love is all there is don’t you want the infinite love is all there ever is don’t you want a feel a send me an invite I’ll have to SVP
Bro youRE already are here don’t think you’re MVP trophy’s don’t mean shit show me your sack of deeds weigh them on heavens weighing scales show us all your greed. But beauty is you bleed how could you proceed to hoard up all the gross man get out of me this part I have inside as well the one you choose to be I guess it’s there in me but far beyond fast asleep dead I killed her with a knife when thoughts of unkind deeds penetrate the infinite minds imagination can make you say things you don’t know to say things but you do and you hear and you choose not to do or to hear so hears the truth you are love vibrate that proof you are love what’s the use that Phoenix Noah blessed was special even before further beyond Noah’s blessing that further royally ascended this righteous soul to greater heights yes one exists every few hundred generations she bursts in flames and is born out of her flames again before she was royally anointed further by Noah she was already special before because she was the only creature in the Garden of Eden to refuse and Not eat from The Tree of Knowledge So G👑D Blessed Her The Phoenix’s Real Name Is Hol חוֹל
WH🕳LE
Coincidence yes and no means yes and no like life divinely paradoxically so….
Soo…
There’s a unicorn 🦄 yes like mermaids they’re real anything you can imagine is real the fact that it exist in your mind means it already exist on some sort of plane of existence so it exists and fact that you exist is absolutely impossible which means OBVIOUSLY there’s a
G👑D which means OBVIOUSLY anything can be which means OBVIOUSLY we exist to manifest transcend past this current knowledge aware existence passed to litters fantastical existences you can’t imagine but by love can merit
The world to come is only held up for the righteous.
Which means they also hold up this world cause without them G👑D would irradicAte the manifestation that couldn’t get genuinely get the gift and gift it back with infinite amount of Love G👑DS done this before and they didn’t get it right entire world so He had to destroy it but G👑D Is perfect so mistakes are non made by us all day but even that not really cause free will do play everything like G👑D does too within you divine complex I don’t even know but you know I love yo at least try to tickle the fancy of the beauty that is all cause that’s how things like scratch and sniff stickers come to existence like a caveman will live 10,000 lifetimes satisfied with scratch N Sniff Sniff Stvikers don’t get cold you’re in the desert ditch the sweater but keep it close cause at night she gets cold Chol she’ll fly swerve Chol guide your nerve Chol and you won’t see her ever like at all but your gut tells you where to go don’t she. Intuition knows it all don’t be shy trust that guy or girl inside who indentifies the energies you’re intrigued and intrigued and wary of listen to your soul listen to the words that stream into the mind one after the next the eternal witness remembers how to listen listen to music
Listen to music with your soul
Listen to my music with your soul
Listen to my Homies music with your soul
All your soul
And no buts listen to G👑D & me and listen to your gut tells you where to go don’t she. Intuition knows it all Turn right if you don’t know, don’t we ? (Learn G👑DS Wisdom Its Mankind Gift It’s Called His Torah) so when you roll it make sure she’s a fatty. 💨
There’s a few rolled up by the cake with the view of the desert by that table clothed in cloth made for the cake that was made for you on the day you were birthed and died and birthed again but you gotta merit it won’t be easy take that camelpack cAmmel back camble pack scramble pack all your wealth inside your soul get to the place by the cloth and the cake and smoke you’re self a Johnny enjoy the moment Savour the taste saw the Bracha on the smelling and the honey also the cake then say Hamechiya there’s some wine some instruments some joints some shroomd and a Torah stroll get to this place in the dessert there’s desert don’t let the desolate nature of obsolete unknown disinintruige it’s intrigue go
Chol will guide you.
#love#youtube#art#artists on tumblr#fly#artists on twitter#poetry#soundcloud#truth#artistsoninstagram
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Who is the G.O.A.T of Indian cricket?
It’s tough to decide who the greatest Indian cricket player of all time (G.O.A.T.) is. A wide range of cricketing legends from India have left a lasting impression on the sport. The timeless elegance of Sunil Gavaskar, the dynamic batting prowess of Sachin Tendulkar, and the compelling leadership of Mahendra Singh Dhoni are just a few of the many worthy contenders for this prized award.
Known as the “original Little Master,” Sunil Gavaskar broke records in his era and went on to become a legendary figure in cricket. Because of his seemingly unbreakable records, Sachin Tendulkar, often known as the Master Blaster, is considered the God of Cricket. As a result of his great leadership and ability to remain composed under pressure, MS Dhoni went on to become a modern-day legend and help India win multiple international championships. Players like Virat Kohli, Rahul Dravid, Kapil Dev, and others have established themselves with exceptional performances across a range of formats, in addition to these luminaries.
The ultimate G.O.A.T. is a personal choice that often provokes intense debates among enthusiasts and experts alike. Whether one gauges it by statistics, impact on the game, or just plain personality, each of these players has contributed uniquely to the glorious history of Indian cricket. Despite the continuous controversy, one thing is certain: Indian cricket is lucky to have witnessed such amazing talent spanning generations, ensuring that these players’ legacy will continue for many more.
The greatest Indian cricket players ever are Sunil Gavaskar, Sachin Tendulkar, MS Dhoni, Kapil Dev, Rahul Dravid, and Virat Kohli.
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july 8, 2023 11:27 pm
rereading these entries back to myself i realize that i need to clarify some things. i’ll do my best to be concise.
i think it’s a solid 50/50 split that my pain/upset is half from being gas lit and treated like shit for years and half wishing that we could just get things right. right being us being end game.
i worked really hard to compartmentalize my ‘feelings’. i decided a long time ago that id rather have you as a friend and in my life than not at all. but we couldn’t even get that right.
what are my feelings? honestly, i couldn’t even tell you. i don’t know. what i do know? we were made for one another, whatever that means. and i don’t even mean that in necessarily a romantic way. i mean it in a, ‘lady, we are cut from the very same cloth’ kind of way. in the duration of the before, aka the last almost five years, i don’t think there’s a time in which if you had actually asked me to be your girlfriend, i would’ve said yes. even if i wanted it badly enough. i think deep down, i’ve always known we’re just not there. there’s peace in that. but god, when i would look at you or be in your company, i’ve never felt so still. so safe. so at home. i look at you and i feel home. cheesier than a box of kraft mac and cheese, i know. but there’s something there. there always has been. there’s a stillness inside of me that when we’re together, i don’t find anywhere else or with anyone else. its peace. it’s calm. i’m calm. and lord knows i am not a person who is calm. queen over thinker, you once called me. truer words have never been spoken.
when we’re synced up in ways that only you and i really truly know, it’s that same stillness but with a buzz of electricity. it’s power. in the most literal and figurative way possible. it’s a symbiotic pulse racing through our blood streams. i can hear my heart beating in my fingertips. yours too. it’s everything, everywhere, all. at. once. it’s the epitome of love and magic. no labels, no boxes — nothing. it’s lawless and true. there’s freedom in a way that makes me want to take your hand and run off into the sunset. i’d go anywhere with you, do anything. make no mistake: this isn’t the dopamine rush you get from a crush and it’s not equatable to doing drugs. i’ve done my share and it’s not like that. the duality of electricity and stillness tells me so! you’re not insane, i remind myself. no. no i’m not.
but you made me think and feel like i was. that this was all in my head. what is all of this if not sexual chemistry to it’s core? bodily energy entangling with one another, clawing at the doors we’ve (you’ve) nailed shut. my naivety is not a white rose to pick flower petals off in a game of ‘he loves me, he loves me not’. trust me, i tried. i’ve always led with my heart and can often be seen as being a pushover or naive and i’m just not. maybe once upon a time when i was little cinderella, banished in the castle basement. but not now. no no. no.
my verbosity and sensitivity are my two greatest strengths. something i felt you saw and once admired even. but now — i’m realizing that that was only when it was self serving for you. and, in actuality, it was an inconvenience or imposition. when i gave in a way of some loving act, you evened the scales by paying with empty words you didn’t mean. talk is cheap when you don’t have to be the one paying the ultimate price of heartbreak.
put a price on emotion, looking for something to buy.
so much of what i feel can’t be explained with logic or articulated in words. it’s a feeling. a deep knowing beyond the realm in which we exist and operate. honestly, it’s inherently inside but completely and wholly outside of us. it’s the most insane thing i’ve ever witnessed but i feel it all to be so, so true. i can feel when we step into misalignment and when you’re running or hiding a/the truth. when they say that ignorance is bliss, the mean it. i wish i could close my eyes and not know what i know or feel what i feel. which is why i think above all else, the biggest emotion i feel in our dynamic is confusion. not including the gas lighting or anything else, this all by itself acts as a mighty fine stick to muddy the waters in my mind. add in everything else — well, i’ll never see clear water again it seems. and therein lies the real tragedy of it all. we can never come to resolution because we can never have clarity. thus: we can never be friends. we can never be the end game i thought we’d eventually always be. without even the tiniest willingness to accept and look in the mirror, ie., me to recognize there is SOMETHING between us — there will never be any kind of forward movement, just dusty circles. i can’t go in circles anymore.
so what am i saying here? i don’t know. there’s too much and it’s hard to sort. but i’m trying. i’m really fucking trying and that’s more than you could ever say.
if clarity’s in death than why won’t this die?
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I wasn't arguing that voting for women is what makes you a woman?
maybe not verbatim, but by juxtaposing women and trans women on the basis of what rights they have or don't have you kinda were
Sex may be set in stone, for the most part, but gender is a fluid, societal concept. Gender is an ever evolving thing, where the standards set today wouldn't be acceptable in the past.
yeah yeah we’re all big fans of judith butler around here too but you made the rookie mistake of taking her seriously
What makes a woman a woman has changed, like it has changed before, just with what makes a man a man has changed.
last i checked adult human females have been around for a couple hundred thousand years at least. or did you mean cultural signifiers of gender, like expectations of dress, behavior, hairstyle? because i want you to tell me next what those expectations are built on and how people decide who they're applied to
When it comes to the issues of reproductive rights and what not, it does affect me. The forces at play come after those right cis-women rights first then come after my trans-women rights next.
now you're kinda making it sound like you only care because it might affect you later (also you might wanna double check the party line on this one, i'm pretty sure you're supposed to say we're on stage 7.8 of trans genocide)
Sure I'll never have to worry about needing an abortion, but I do have to worry about my access to the medicines I need to transition.
"needing an abortion" and "need to transition" are two very different uses of the word "need" (again check the party line, i thought all trans people were valid regardless of transition status and the idea that transition is medically necessary is outdated truscum rhetoric)
I will admit, when it comes to the women's sports debate, I'm not the greatest, as I've never been athletic or even often watched sports.
imagine if you acknowledged your limited knowledge and investment in sports right off the bat instead of dropping links to papers you haven't read
Id still be able to detect trends due to the witnessing of news coverage of and people's reaction to controversial wins or losses.
again you started this whole thing by acting like a longstanding trend popped up out of nowhere and didn't exist before you noticed it so i wouldn't be so confident in your trend detection here
grown women joke with each other online by using their names excessively in an obvious mockery of how other people talk to them and we're supposed to think they're dementia-addled bigots beyond a shadow of redemption
men joke with each other online by posting graphic fantasies of extreme sexual violence and we're supposed to sympathetically view it as an outlet for the girlhood they never had
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Could u rec some more (obikin) fics please?
sure! to shake things up a bit, here's a list of wips I'm really excited for (for a variety of reasons, but mostly because i want more people to read wips)
(i've tried to include a mix of ratings and tags, but i just went through my history for these, so if there's a lot of a specific tag, i had a micro-obsession and no shame):
Passion by why-is-my-nose-a-carrot (updates to this story and their previous one literally make my day, I'm obsessed with their writing style and story choices and i could literally go on and on this is probably the wip i'm most hyped about)
Taking Care by @ragnarlothcat (always obsessed with a good mission fic paired with a feelings realization that then blends seamlessly into 'i did not just have that feelings realization what are you talking about don't be silly.')
earthshine by posthumous_vigor (deaged obi-wan and emperor vader and baby twins who just want their uncle ben back while vaderkin misses his master but appreciates the younger version, but really, really misses his master's kisses)
do you know the name faith by heian (padawan obi-wan & master anakin, force dyad, so promising, huge love and huge anticipation)
How Hondo Ohnaka Accidentally Saved the Galaxy by DontCallMeShirley (super funny, love the concept, love Hondo's voice--he drugs obikin so that they don't interfere with his plans. they don't. they get married instead. Just. So good.)
Νόστος by NFx (I love a Hades/Persephone fic, I mean--I did write one myself but I'm just so excited to read one. I never get tired of these! This is just chef's kiss on my favorite sort of possessive and protective tropes.)
Blindfold me (I'm the only witness) by @lilredghost (jeez i love this, very explicitly porn very 'speaking to the id'. consensual somno so as to sidestep obi-wan's massive guilt complex)
Any Other World by @mysticmjolnir (I was so excited to see this update!! it's been one of my favorite Post-Kenobi show release fics. Like. Just the angst! the hurt! the longing! an anakin and an obi-wan who want their anakin and obi-wan but also want each other because they're the closest they may ever come to the their obi-wan and anakin again)
Welcome Surprises by nephilimswitchlight (such a sweet fic, where anakin surprises obi-wan with his presence on his birthday)
soft, warm, mine by lovbaby (oof. salivating at this fic concept, cannot wait for a second chapter. i can already tell the misunderstandings will be BEAUTIFUL)
if this isn't nice, what is? by anonymous (anakin learns how to jerk off with his new mechno hand. he also learns how to jerk off while thinking about obi-wan. delicious. cannot wait for more)
this land is mine, but i'll let you rule by travellingcircus (i would follow travellingcircus wherever they lead; i love their fics and have probably reread them constantly. in this one, anakin buys a slave to help him on his moisture farm but like. obi-wan's definitely a jedi. right? right??)
bodies (& the celestial reimagination) by @noona96n (i just found this fic last night but it's absolutely darling, i love any fic that starts with anakin as a baby padawan and him hero-worshipping obi-wan im a weak gal i have simple needs. i cannot wait to see how this story develops going forward!)
we're swimming with the sharks (until we drown) by @coldwaughtered (another fic I found just last night, but in love! high-powered, put together lawyer and smitten anakin with probably equally smitten obi-wan but the pov is anakin's so that comes off stronger at first + fake marriage for more money which i guess means obi-wan was like if this twunk marries someone else i'll stop being distracted and NOT fall into a consensual workplace relationship only for that to majorly backfire! love the playing with the timeline as well)
The Other Half of My Soul by RedMetalWitch (It took a few months to convince myself to read this as I wasn't quite sure on how absolved of his sins/darkness Anakin would be--my greatest fear unless i'm in a particular once a year sort of mood is a uwu darth vader--but i absolutely adore this fic. i don't know who isn't already following it, but worth the read!)
Shutting the eye of reason by anonymous (another guilty pleasure fic, where anakin is extremely jealous of qui-gon for taking up all of his master's time, and decides to do something about it. mainly by seducing him.)
and of course to round off the list, my beautiful and constant obsession and pipedream that one day it will update if only i keep the faith:
Open Circle by Calyss (my absolute favorite take on sith obi-wan i've ever read. I cannot explain more. It's just so good.)
#asks#obikin#fic recs#support your local wips#i haven't had much time to read lately#but these are some of my subscribed stories#there's a ton of talent in obikin fandom though so i know im missing some up and coming fics that i know are gonna rock my world :D#long post#also if you see your fic here and have a tumblr you want me to tag pls lemme know
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A Dangerous Game is a spy thriller inspired by the book Codename Villanelle and the show Killing Eve.
Setting(s): Washington D.C. || Paris, France || London, England || Moscow, Russia
Genre(s): Spy Thriller, Espionage, Action/Adventure, Romance, and Drama.
Warning(s): This story is rated 18+ for depictions of violence, profanity, sexual themes, blood, mentions of torture, consumption of alcohol, murder, and past abuse.
DEMO (TBA)
Codename: Phantom
Appearance: N/A *old witness ID included in back of file.
Threat Level: Always expect them to be armed and extremely dangerous at all times. Never let your guard down.
It was this file— the words carefully typed and catalogued— that has completely controlled your life for the last three years.
Working for the CIA, you’ve grown accustomed to hunting down the worst of the worst. The people who would give you nightmares without truly trying. None of them have controlled you like this one person; a being so illusive that they’ve never truly been seen. Even the picture you do have— an old bureau sketch— probably wasn’t the most accurate thing. Not a single soul in the entire world, at least the ones who’d talk to law enforcement, knows what they look like; the greatest assassin this world has never seen.
None of this, however, stopped your quest in tracking them down; body after body following you as you do so.
Never stopping to think that while they had your attention you could possibly have theirs in return.
And what that could mean for you in the long run…
Play as a CIA Agent that has become obsessed with tracking down the worlds greatest assassin. Will you be able to handle it when their attention turns onto you too? Or will everything crumble underneath you?
Customizable MC: name, gender, sexuality, appearance, hobbies, and a smattering of other things.
Call back to DC every now-and-then to make sure that everything is still in order; your plants aren’t dead, your pet is fed and taken care of, and everything else.
Will you be able to capture the illusive assassin? Or will they capture you?
Romance 1 of 5 possible options that will hopefully make this game all the more enjoyable for you.
Don’t let your guard down. As things may not be as they appear…
Angelus/Angelina Grey [M/F] - The Phantom
33 [6’4” | Blue-Green Eyes | Raven Black Hair]
The object of your obsession. The one that has eluded you for far too long. Of course, you didn’t expect that you’d finally meet them when they decided to come to you. Asking you for help on a mission that could bring down the entire shadow operation that’s employed them for years. Can you trust them? Only time will tell (and the absence of a knife in your back or bullet in your skull).
“If I would have known just how delectable the person following me was I would have done this much sooner,” they purr, a hint of a smirk ghosting across their lips as they saunter closer; ice clinking in their glass of whiskey as they do so. “Unfortunately this is a business call. Though I do hope I get to experience some pleasure down the line too.”
Luca/Lucy Olsen [M/F] - The Partner
32 [5’8” | Hazel Eyes | Onyx Black Hair]
Your unofficial partner within the Agency that has always had your back no matter what; even if their disapproving gaze followed you every time you rushed off to follow up on another lead. They’d follow you to the end of the world if you simply asked— though they’d probably grumble about it the entire way— and you don’t know where you’d be without them.
“What in the absolute fuck do you mean that you’re with the Phantom right now?!?” The shout— and the almost shrill nature of their tone— causes you to wince ever-so-slightly; not even being able to respond before they continue. “I’m going to be on the next flight. Do you hear me the next flight. You better have a damn good explanation for me when I arrive.”
Julian/Juliet Quinn [M/F] - The MI6 Agent
34 [5’11” | Forest Green Eyes | Golden Brown Hair]
Under the guise of interagency cooperation, you enlist the help of an infamous agent within the SIS. An agent that’s almost as revered as James Bond himself. With a flirtatious attitude, witty retorts, and a bold approach to life you knew that they were exactly the person you needed. Especially if you were going after the corporation that had even a ruthless killer scared.
“Sure I’ll help you,” they reply, with a small shrug. “I’ve been wanting to see the sights for quite some time and it’s about time that I get my ass into gear and go on another mission. Of course, this isn’t one that’s officially sanctioned by my agency. You better come through on my favor, whenever I ask, because of what I’m putting on the line for you.”
Noel/Noelle Myers [M/F] - The Contact
29 [5’5” | Dark Brown Eyes | Dark Auburn Hair]
Your way into some of the seediest places within the world; a bright and enigmatic soul that has always been able to put a smile on your face when you needed it. It was of no surprise that you need to enlist their help in stopping a corporation within their own playpen. Maybe something more will grow the longer you spend time with them?
“You know when I agreed to help you with this, I didn’t think that it would involve me almost getting shot,” they muse absentmindedly, their attention never truly shifting from the screen of their computer. “You know I prefer my body without bullet holes, right? I think that’s something you should think about before you make up a dumbass plan again.”
Oliver/Olivia Cole [M/F] - The Handler
35 [6’1” | Sapphire Blue Eyes | Dark Brown Hair]
One of the few people that’s been behind you 100% on your quest to catch the Phantom. With a warm smile, compassionate eyes, and a gentle soul, many are surprised by the line of work they decided to be in. Especially when they learn that your Handler was one of the greatest field agents within the CIA. You don’t know where you’d be without them and you don’t want to find out. You just hope they won’t be too disappointed when they find out what you’ve done.
“Are you sure everything is okay, Helvetica?” The question is asked gently, the soothing timbre of their go is something you needed greatly. Even if you knew you’d have to lie to them soon. “I can arrange a pickup if this has become too much. There’s no shame in returning empty handed. Please, tell me what you need.”
#a dangerous game#spy thriller#demo release set for august#no demo#interactive fiction#interactive novel
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Coriolis Effect- pt.5 "Black Lace & Lies"
gif by: @kamino-coruscant
a/n: WE BROKE 250 FUCKING FOLLOWERS!!! I LOVE YOU DEARLY!!! SO HERE'S AN EARLY UPDATE! 💕
There were always times in Crosshair’s life that offering everything he could just wasn’t enough to satisfy what was being asked of him. Blood, sweat, tears, and his sanity on occasion were stretched so thin that you could feel the strings straining under impossible pressure. In those times, he had no way of healing the broken strands of himself. No one to turn to, and nowhere to hide long enough to let them mend on their own. He wasn’t old enough to say he knew what life really had to offer, but what he’d seen so far didn’t look very promising. Becoming cynical was almost expected… maybe even encouraged in certain company. Crosshair was figuring out that there was at least one place -one person- that challenged his jaded attitude, and relentlessly reminded him that there was a somewhere he could find peace. It was only that he didn’t deserve that peace in the first place.
Duchess calmed the storm in him better than any spiced he’d ever smoked, or any successful mission ever would. His body felt different; Relaxed, but not the same way he felt before taking a challenging shot. Each breath came easier than normal like there wasn’t a coil of razor wire wrapped around his lungs. And his mind… oh his mind. How quiet it was inside his mind when she was close enough that he could touch her. Duchess was so many things wrapped into one. Crosshair saw her as life in an untouched form; So pretty, and no idea of what death and blood on a battlefield was like. Only she was genocide all at the same time. There was an endless fury that waged war on every part of him, as if she’d found a mission worth dying for, inside of him. Dutch was a fearfully made contradiction of soft lips against his neck and a quick wit that rivaled his own.
“You’re going home.” He promised her with a rough tone he knew to be far too harsh considering her circumstances.
She nodded against him in quiet agreement, raising her good arm up to grab at his chest plate, attempting to wriggle her fingers under the edge of it. Such a soft display would’ve otherwise sent him over the edge, but there was still a tenseness in every movement he made. Boots echoed down the hallway from the room he currently stood in. There was still the plan of getting her out of here…
But his smart girl had already given him exactly what he needed.
Gently he guided her head back to the pillow she’d ignored in preference of his shoulder, and sighed when she whimpered and fought to stay close to him. Even in this state she was damned persistent. He just hoped she wasn’t so head strong that she’d try to get up and follow him. Because he’d have to leave, if just for long enough to get her discharge forms prepared. Once he was sure she’d stay put, he exited to see both of the regs standing there with questioning looks on their faces. Apparently he’d not been careful enough to hide his weakness towards her well enough. They both looked like they’d seen the grim reaper bow down to an angel… And maybe, that’s exactly what Crosshair had just done.
“You know her?” Haze asked with a nasty smile on his face; Crosshair just wanted to wipe it off once and for all.
Smugly, he pulled her access card from his belt and flashed it at them. Both medics stared at the thing like it was a live explosive he’d just pulled the pin on. It was the greatest victory to date in his war against the regs and their unmatched arrogance in all things. And that was saying something coming from the sniper who was more than happy to prove his own talent at the first opportunity.
“She’s to be discharged. Immediately.” They both flinched at his angry tone.
“What’s her ID?” That was a pathetic question, but he’d have to answer it nonetheless.
"ID 060800.” He repeated it flawlessly, leaving the codes visible only to the regs so they’d have absolutely no way of doubting his knowledge. But even if they did, Crosshair had no issue with persuading them in a number of ways. He was willing to do anything to get her out of here; The still-bleeding cut on his hand was proof.
“Your CT?”
“9904.”
All the fight in those two drained upon realizing just who they were talking to. On Kamino, names and numbers were more powerful than faces; Even if you weren’t an exact replica of everyone else. That number came with a long list of stories that often emanated with images of blood and sounds of bones cracking in the midst of silenced slurs about ‘degenerate defects’. Eventually, the tattoo gracing Crosshair’s face made sense to them and their look of seeing death was becoming ever more fitting the longer they stood in Cross’ presence.
Crosshair almost smiled when both men suddenly took a hesitating step towards him, fists tightened as if they thought to test their luck against him. Crosshair could see the flaws in their training the second they rested their weight on their back leg, leaving him furious that they’d even made it this far with such a bad form. Regs were always held to such a lower standard, yet he and his brothers were treated like mistakes even though they’d been forced to prove themselves better repeatedly. He would’ve been beaten harshly for such things. And a part of him was voracious to prove how easy it would be, to prove how lacking they were in comparison to him… Not because he could fight, but because for once he felt like fighting for something.
Haze made the first move, rushing Cross with a clenched jaw. Plastoid clashed and the loud smack of fists echoed deadly though the room. He felt the initial contact of a fist against his face, but there wasn’t any sting to follow. His eyesight didn’t even blur from the strike, making his own returning punch that much clearer. He gripped at Haze’s collar holding him tight to his own chest, letting his bandaged hand take the brunt of the pain of striking between the armor plates covering the medic. Growls and grunt were passed between the two of them, each struggling to get the upper hand.
Crosshair had almost a full head of height on him, and there was advantage to it. Both if his hands came to grip his collar and yanked him down against a bent knee, forcing him down over and over until a hollow gasp ripped from Haze’s throat. Biting pain shredded through Cross’ hand when his attackers fingers dug into the bandages covering it. He could feel his wound splitting with each quivering jab at the cut. Crosshair hardly needed to toss him to the floor in the end. Haze was just too weak to fight back any longer. He fell to the floor in a clattering heap, clutching at his ribs and pulling his knees up to shield from any more blows. Crosshair just felt cold. All of his energy drowning out the burn in his hand and the bruise that was already forming on his face. The other reg had simply stood and watched the whole time; Never making a move to support his brother or do the right thing… Just liked he’d ignored protecting Dutch earlier.
“You’re weak.” He spat angrily, rising to his full height with every intention of beating both of them into the floor.
“I-I don’t want trouble with you…” The reg’s voice tremored and he raised both hands in defeat before Cross could even make a move towards him.
“That’s too bad. Because I do.” He smirked.
Out of self-preservation, the reg put up his fists and tried to attack. They were slow punches, and Crosshair saw the basic training he’d done as a cadet surfacing in them. Each combination was easily defendable, giving Cross no chance of losing after years of actually fighting instead of sparring against vod. The reg ducked and evaded as long as he could, proving just how scared he was of a real challenge. It only fueled Crosshair’s opinion of him. Reinforcing just how faint of heart he was when it came down to making the right decision when called of him. Naturally, the struggle was over the second Cross got both hands under the edge of his pauldrons, pulling him off balance and hooking a leg around the regs’. A quick jerk wiped his legs out from under him and sent him hurtling towards the ground with Crosshair following suit to finish the job.
“You did nothing!” He seethed, throwing well placed fist and hearing the crack of bone under his bleeding knuckles.
“You. Didn’t. Protect. Her.” Each word punctuated with a hard punch to the ribs. Once he saw a broken nose and heard the struggle to breathe, he relented. Standing back up and wiping the mixture of their bloods off his beaten knuckles on his thigh plates. He hoped that it would stay long enough to remind both of them that he was to be feared. Crosshair knew everyone thought he was weak because of his size… It just made winning all the more enjoyable.
“Talk about her like that again… I’ll kill you slowly.”
“W-won’t do it again…” Haze mumbled brokenly, just now finding his breath well enough to speak through windedness and fractured ribs. Crosshair hoped they would be smart enough to lick their wounds and go back to their bunks a little wiser. But asking a reg to be smart was a stretch for even the most optimistic of people; Of which Crosshair was not a part of that group.
Assured they wouldn’t try and get up, he turned on his heels and made his way back to Dutch with a feeling of guilt marring his posture. Blood was splattered on his armor, and his knuckles were split open from clashing against armor plates. He looked around, spotting a bedsheet and wiping at himself until there wasn’t any chance of getting it on her. That anger was fading with each step closer to her bed. Cross was certain he’d done the right thing, and the only savior was that she’d not seen or heard any of it.
He’d come to keep her safe, but there was a trade-off that proved his fears of getting too close. Dutch didn’t deserve his hands on her… lethal forces covered in scars from the worst battles of the war. She deserved someone to defend her, help her, but not in the way that he wanted her most. What he did in the range hall -and tonight- was too much. It was what he wanted more than anything, but it was a risk he was far too hesitant to take again. Crosshair wanted to love her up close. Let her touch him, and quiet his mind so there wasn’t a blackness crowding his senses. But that couldn’t happen, because he was a solider. And soldiers are meant to be weapons.
Taking care of his brothers made the process of getting Dutch prepared almost second nature. He removed her IV first, placing a bandage from his own belt over the prick to keep it from bleeding. The bag was fully emptied, and he studied it for a second before removing the heart monitor off her finger. Crosshair didn’t like seeing people strung up to wires and machines; Memories of seeing Echo for the first time flashed in his mind as he looked down at Dutch. It made his gut churn with frustration when he’d not seen the O2 device stuck to her chest; Whispering an apology as he pulled down the collar of her t-shirt just enough peel the it away from her skin. Her personal datapad sat at her leg, and he picked it up first, tucking it in the gap between his belt and armor before lifting her off the cot.
“Cross?” She sighed, again turning her face towards him. Only this time she opened sleepy eyes, thick eyelashes fluttering as she tried to focus on him better.
“It’s me doll.” He’d give himself hell for the nickname later, she was just too pretty to be real. Right now though, Dutch needed someone to be soft for her and he knew he couldn’t do it for long. But he’d give it his best shot despite feeling of self-reproach slithering into his mind.
“Gotta go back to work.” It was the most steady thing she’d said. And Crosshair chuckled in astonishment. Unable to fight back the charm he found in her defiance, shaking his head when she kept trying to make it clear;
“Only three days… to finish.” She murmured sadly, her brows pinching together in defeat.
He remembered every word she’d said in the range. All about that General, and the job she’d been slaving over for weeks on end. It had become a habit of his to check the range hall logs -by stealing Tech’s datapad- when he had a spare moment on mission; Looking to see if she was leaving at the end of shift or staying longer than he’d told her to. And as her deadline got closer, she’d slowly drifted away from her set hours. Lingering sometimes six or eight hours past shift before she left. A little part of him wondered if she was waiting for him to come back and continue where they’d left off on the floor. Letting her get one step closer to driving away the remaining bit of emotion that maintained him the title of a dutiful solider.
There wasn’t much he could do about his feelings for her. He couldn’t quit caring, but anything more than that risked her job, and his life by extension. There inly his only way of releasing all of this heavy weight of responsibility he felt towards her. Those sedatives were for prolonged injuries; The Kaminoians used them on Hunter frequently after he’d been pushed too far. Sometimes he would be brought back to the bunk room after being given the same drugs and sleep for days. Duchess had been given a full dose of it, so it allowed Cross just enough time to move about freely, without her getting in the way or asking questions before he could help.
“Sleep for now.” He whispered, carefully hiding her face in his chest so the bright lights of the bay wouldn’t wake her up.
That Jedi can wait pretty girl… I’ll take care you the only way I can.
At first Crosshair was preoccupied with the wave of her scent filling his nose the second he stepped over the threshold into the dark room. It was her sweet scent, concentrated into an overwhelming measure that he instinctively inhaled like she’d done to him in the med bay. Unlike the batch’s bunk room, there wasn’t a weather wall for a window to give natural light, so it was virtually pitch black.
There was at least one benefit to having good eyes. He spotted her bed, desk, and a clothes chest right away. Dutch made her bed just as tightly as a solider would, but a set of blacks laid at the foot of the bed where she’d not taken the time to fold them. A second pair of boots sat just next to the door as well, but they didn’t have the same polish as the ones she wore now. There wasn’t any decoration per-say, but he could see Duchess in every little item around the room. It was the most domestic thing he’d ever seen, and as he moved to lay her down on the bed, Cross felt so out of place amongst it all. Just more proof of how different they really were. How grossly misaligned his desires truly were when it came to thinking about what was possible if a relationship between them ever progressed passed simple acquaintance. How he shouldn't feel so sick simply by not feeling her in his arms.
Hearing her quiet murmurs and keeping sharp attention on her injured arm as she tried to get comfortable, Cross felt autopilot switch on. He moved to take off her boots first, untying the tight knot and loosening them so they’d slip off as easily as possible. Not wanting to make a mess, he sat them beside the other pair with a tug in his conscious as to what to do next. Her jumpsuit didn’t look comfortable, and with the sleeves tied around her waist he didn’t like how the bulky fabric limited her movement.
It was a respectful act of getting the uniform off. Untying the knotted sleeves, and pulling the zipper the rest of the way down to expose a pair of underwear unlike anything he’d ever seen. Black, with a little frill along the edges, lacy little things. They looked so fragile he couldn’t believe they could even be sold let alone bought. It was obvious that he wasn’t the most experienced when it came to the full act of intimacy. Mostly it came down to the bare necessities being removed -or pulled to the side- so neither party had to spend more than a few hasty minutes finding release. He’d been with a few women before… but none of them had ever worn anything quite like these. And he'd not spent more than half an hour with any of them because he didn't care to. The dichotomy between her starched uniform and those elegant black panties made for a hell of an image that Crosshair didn’t have the benefit of circumstance to appreciate fully.
Cross tried not the let his gaze linger in any one place for too long; Each inch of skin revealing itself as he eased the trash-worthy uniform off her legs. Balling it up and throwing it into the bin sitting next to her desk. He’d locked the door, avoided security cameras in the halls and made a mess of the two medics all to get to this moment. There was nothing left to do but leave her to sleep.
Yours…
It echoed in his mind. A cruel joke he’d have to live with for the rest of his life. There wasn’t much of a meaning behind it after taking account for the painkillers in her system. If he was being honest, her recognizing him in the first place was quite the miracle. Fruitlessly, he was grabbing at fictional proof. He meant nothing to everyone; just a number to be catalogued and ordered around like a droid. And he didn’t believe in giving anyone hope that he was anything different. He’d been created to kill and die on a battle field, not debate why it was a bad idea to lay next to her and make sure she didn’t roll over onto her injured arm.
Cross.
Even his name sounded better coming from her mouth. It was his brother’s nickname for him, but she’d never heard anyone call him that before. It was just the way she seemed to be wired; To make everyone feel more human, like they were supposed to have names instead of numbers. Duchess honestly believed that clones deserved humanity when they didn’t know how to be human in the first place. Nothing she did made any sense to him. She liked to fight against him, but wouldn’t stand up to the General who was undoubtedly the reason she’d been injured in the first place. The plasma burn was an serious injury, but she was still adamant that she get back to work less than a day later.
That wouldn’t a problem anymore, he’d make sure she never left Kamino without it being on her own terms.
Anything was possible when it came to orders from Coruscant; There was a bubble of ignorance that surrounded the planet, leaving everyone else to simply say ‘yes sir’ and complete the order at all costs. Finish the job with no mistakes, otherwise the punishment by superiors is worse than death by the enemy. Crosshair’s decision to see her tonight had ended with blood and a fight; The exact opposite of what he knew was best for her. He realized that watching from a distance would keep her safer than this up close intervention; Carrying her away from trouble was just a different kind of risk all in itself. Few times did Cross like playing dangerous games, and for the past year he’d been playing a game that could very well end in messily all because Duchess had taken permanent residence in his head. Distance was the only way to keep both of them safe. It was this thought that forced Crosshair to leave just minutes after getting her settled and head straight to the range hall with her data pad still tucked into his belt.
***
Duchess woke up to cold wind blowing from the air return onto her bare legs. Her sheets were kicked off and laying half on the bed, half on the floor. She was slow to clear the fog in her mind, and recall that she’d been in the med bay before now. It made sleeping in her underwear and t-shirt far more uncomfortable, realizing that she didn’t remember a karking thing after walking into the med bay. Even her treatment was absent in her recollection, and the thick bandages were the only thing proof the entire thing wasn’t a dream.
Her datapad and blasters sat on the desk across the room, which made her question if she’d really came back by herself. She never slept with her weapons so far out of reach, especially if she thought she couldn’t fight off a threat. And with one arm out of commission, it would’ve been a no-brainer to keep them close. The boots she’d worn were sitting next to the civvie pair she wore on days off… instead of next to the foot of the bed. Then, the balled up jumpsuit she’d worn caught her attention. It was tossed into the trash can, with giant holes marring the right sleeve. Above all, she noticed the bandage over where she assumed an IV line had been placed. It wasn’t med bay issue. If anything it looked like a field-kit bandage that troopers were issued for deployments. The thick material was far different than the flimsy one she would’ve been given by a nurse droid for such a small little pinprick. All of it counted as memories that just weren’t anywhere in her mind. Overwhelming for how quickly she’d woken up, still battling a trace of whatever medicine she’d been given.
It was a slow process to get up and grab her datapad. Her jaw dropped upon seeing that she’d slept somewhere close to 54 hours… Her alarm hadn’t even gone off, and after further inspection she realized it’d been turned off. She’d missed two entire shifts, and there wasn’t a single thing she could do to make up for it. Somewhere in the back of her mind there was a voice saying she’d been obligated to be present for a meeting or appointment at her office, but she couldn’t be so sure by how fast her head was spinning. A huge error on her part… but those meds had been far stronger than she’d expected necessary considering her injury. Anxiety formed a knot in her throat, and she felt like throwing up. She only had one day to prepare for her meeting with General Krell, and there wasn’t an ice cubes chance on Mustafar of getting an extension.
By some cancellation she did get a copy of her injury report sent from the medical wing with full details. Whoever treated her had been more than forthcoming by adding in the scans of her arm without the prompting she’d expected to be necessary. At the bottom of the sheet, her discharge wasn’t filled out, however her attending medic -Tabs- had signed off on it anyways. Dutch bit her lip when that name just didn’t ring a bell. But her day had to start somewhere, and that meant going back to the med bay to get her arm looked at again… and maybe something to help with the pain that was beginning to thrum under the wrappings with her constant movement.
She arrived to find two droids who were patiently waiting for her at the door, and quickly set to work on getting her back up to speed on what exactly her treatment had been two nights ago and more importantly what was expected of her to get healed back. They warned her scarring was probable on the more damaged parts of her wrist, but she’d shrugged it off. Duchess knew what she was risking when she’d started that stress test in the first place; And with so little time to finish her work, a few scars were the least of her concern.
“Where’s Tabs?” She asked the droid reapplying some thick gel over her arm, watching it pause as if in thought.
“Medic 3497 is not attending today.” It responded after a quick dive into whatever circuitry held it’s memory and working schedule.
It was the extent of her conversation with the droid who’d been undeniably rough with her; Holding back whimpers and groans was hard when you were trying to think of a response to useless conversation that all droids tried to make. Thankfully the process wasn’t extended, and with a small bottle of painkillers in her pocket, she left the bay almost in a jog to get far away from the poking and prodding tendencies of nurse droids. It had reapplied bandages from the bend of her elbow to halfway down her fingers, making any real work impossible with her dominant hand. She winced trying to force her fingers into bending, but each one was slightly swollen and tightly wrapped straight. There was no way she could shoot anything with her hand like this.
She met a trooper at her office door, peering into her windows and knocking when he didn’t see movement inside. Under his arm he held a few datapads that looked like they had her name written all over them.
“Can I help you trooper?”
“Yes ma’am. Are you the Weapons Director?” He asked in that dry, professional, tone.
“Yeah. Whatcha got for me?” She pointed with her good hand at the datapads he held onto, watching as he hesitated to hand her three of them. Only then did he notice her other mummified hand hanging limply at her side. His bucket tilted a little, and then she realized that he wasn’t going to let her carry them if he could do it for her.
“Ma’am.” His placating tone was in full effect despite the modulation his helmet offered.
“On my desk will be fine.”
As if her day wasn’t strange enough, the lights in her office were already turned on. And sitting on her desk was a cup of caf… But she could see the steam curling over the lip of the cup like it’d been freshly poured. She’d not been present for two days; No caf in the galaxy was good enough to stay warm for that long. Even her collection of datapads were rearranged into stacks and put into the wire baskets that deemed them suitable to be sent away, or still needed work done. Unlike two nights ago, there wasn’t a single datapad that still needed work finished. All of them were moved to be sent out. And without question, the trooper she’d just met picked sat down the three he’d been sent to deliver, and picked up the other stack in her basket.
“Umm. Let me check this one.” She asked weakly, picking up a particular one that she’d marked off as a two hour job. Scrolling through to see the document had been completely finished, and her digital signature was signed at the bottom of the document. Duchess had a funny feeling that the rest of them were filled out the exact same way.
“Director?” The patient trooper prodded her to thaw from staring at the finished report.
“Sorry about that… Go ahead and take them.” She smiled to hide her absolute puzzlement, gesturing to the door. “Don’t shut it, I’ll be out right behind you.” The trooper nodding silently, raising his free hand in a little wave as he exited.
My quarters… now my office? She thought staring down at the steaming cup of caf.
Dutch brought it to her nose and sniffed a couple times before taking a sip. There was a perfect bitterness to it, and she whined quietly for it was exactly what she’d been needing to get herself jumpstarted. It couldn’t have been sitting there for more than a few minutes… and with that trooper standing there when she’d arrived, it made the gap even smaller for how the mystery person had left it there. Everything else aside, they’d either been really lucky or they knew that she liked her caf plain: without milk or sugar.
Either by the fresh meds in her system, or her work deadline looming in the back or her mind; Duchess didn’t let the kind gesture bother her too much. She never made habits of locking her office door, so anyone could’ve opened it up and brought caf to the wrong office. What she really worried about was the range hall, and the plasma she’d neglected to clean up. There was going to be a huge mess… and she’d have to comm for a droid to come and get the plasma up off the floor and the shooting bench. That is, it is wasn’t damaged beyond repair.
On her way to the range, she comm’ed for a clean-up crew to come and take care of the mess.
“Hello. This is GAR officer 060800, I’m requesting immediate caustic material clean-up in the range hall.” She put on her best ‘director’ voice, hearing a long pause on the other end.
Eventually a voice came through on the other end with a confused lilt. “Ma’am your earlier order was completed at o’seven hundred hours yesterday.” He paused to let her take in the new information. “Was there another exposure since then?”
In that moment, Duchess walked into the range hall to see that there wasn’t a single trace of plasma anywhere. Even the air smelled of cleaner instead of the sour scent of the plasma fluid she’d been burned with. All of her crates were just where they’d been left last, but there were datapads sitting on top of a few that she’d not gotten to yet. The table at the back of the room was clean, and all of the flimsi files there sorted into two neat stacks that she had no personal knowledge of ever making.
“Director? Is everything okay ma’am?” The worried trooper on her commlink brought her from her astonishment.
“Uhh… Everything’s fine.” She rushed out. “Sorry about that. I must’ve forgot, it’s been a long day.” She murmured aloud, shaking her head at how fucking bizarre all of this was.
“I understand ma’am. Have a good day.” The light beep of her comm ended the conversation with the soldier who’d probably had the strangest conversation of his life with her.
She practically stumbled up to the first crate and took the datapad off the top. It glowed to life with an impressive data store of notes, figures, and specs for a blaster that she’d literally not had in her hands on yet. Each note was meticulous, speaking of details just like she would have about everything from energy cell durability to mentioning how ROF was inconsistent after prolonged used on -not just this particular blaster- but on BlasTech’s entire range of models sent to her. There were POV videos that showed these inconsistencies… but the sound was missing, and so wasn’t any hint at who the shooter was. It was a full work-up on this blaster. And there were three other crates that had been left the exact same way.
Duchess sat the pad down, and repeated the same process with the remaining crates. Each one was exhaustive down to the smallest element, and she found herself sitting on the floor of the range hall with datapads spread around her, glaring blue light making her growing incomprehension stagger higher than the skyscrapers on Coruscant. All of the work she’d needed to complete was finished. It was a astonishing amount of work for anyone to do, let alone someone besides herself -who knew the most about these weapons. Between the time it took for physical tests and then the time to record certified details on forms the math of how they’d managed it literally didn’t add up.
She thought of Crosshair immediately. After all he was the only one who had access other than herself. But that idea just wasn’t possible with the data that she had gathered. He was on-mission as far as she knew, after checking the last time the Bad Batch had checked in any left-over ordinance after their last mission; Meaning they’d been gone for at least three weeks and still hadn’t returned. Dutch had even been quick enough to check the range hall logs for any use in the past two days just in case the armory logs hadn’t been updated yet. But there wasn’t a single person who’d entered since she left the night of her injury. It left her with no viable suspect, and a huge gratitude with no one to give it to.
In her time spent overlooking the data files, there was just one thing that looked out of place amongst the overwhelming perfection. Each procedural section was filled out in a mirror of her own language and nuances, but there was one difference. Whoever had taken it upon themselves to help her, had given themself a name. Or at least an identifying title that would serve as their name in the files and on the video titles.
They called themself Duke.
Duchess almost laughed when she saw that. It was a purposeful moniker, and one that she was certain didn’t have a purpose aside from letting her know that they knew her. They weren’t necessarily taunting her, but it was certain that they expected to keep their real name hidden in the process of giving her a vague hint as to their identity. She appreciated their sense of humor, and tried to take in in stride despite feeling guilty for not being able to make it up to them any way she could.
Whoever thought they were the Duke to her Duchess was more than deserving of the title. Dutch just hoped that they weren’t too beaten down… Testing one weapon to completion in a day was a huge undertaking; Easily far more than she could accomplish. But to finish four in under 54 hours? That sounded inhuman… and maybe some of it had been finished with the assistance of a droid. Either way, Duke deserved everything she had to offer in thanks. And she already knew where to start.
With General Krell.
***
The batch retired to the bunk room after the second night of meals without their resident sniper joining them. It wasn’t particularly odd for Crosshair to disappear for long stints after a mission, but there hadn’t been a single word from him over comm either. However the sight of him sleeping in his bunk surprised them far more than it ever had before. It was kriffing unusual, and all four of them immediately noticed the many signs that something was different about their little brother.
Out of character, he’d taken off his armor and left it in a scattered pile on the floor. Little curls were forming at the tips of his hair -long overdue for a haircut- with water droplets maintaining a damp glossy look. Long legs sprawled out over the bunk, with one half-hanging off the side and resting on his pack at the end of the bed. Instead of sleeping on his back like standard, he laid belly down with his arms over his head and crossed at the wrists. Even the top half of his blacks were discarded on the floor, putting a multitude scars hidden by thick black tattoos on display under the yellow tinted work-lamp Tech left on as a nightlight. His back rose and fell deeply, and it was plainly obvious that he’d worked himself to exhaustion at the range hall. His arms had notable definition, his traps, lats and shoulders looked practically swollen with how overworked they were, and the arteries in his arms still hadn’t deflated, giving him a fresh-out-of-sparring look that none of his brothers had seen in a long time. Each man stared at Crosshair’s passed-out slumber with wide eyes and the same question forming in their mind.
What has he been doing all this time?
Hunter had a good idea, as did Echo since he’d been the only other brother privy to the situation Crosshair had been dealing with. The two had spoken about it once or twice, but they hadn’t gotten into specifics. More so vague comments passed between each other that wouldn’t catch Tech or Wrecker’s attention. Hunter gently nudged Echo and gave a curt nod that only assured the ARC that his suspicions were correct. Neither of them had been involved as deeply as Cross had been, but it was obvious what he’d asked of them wasn’t nearly as strenuous as they’d first believed.
“I believe he’s down for the count. Don’t you think?” Tech chuckled quietly, before pushing his goggles up a little higher on his nose.
Wrecker laughed low enough to not wake his little brother, “I’ll say. He looks like we did after that mission on Yalbec Prime.” He turned to Hunter and Echo standing behind them, “Almost bigger than you Echo.”
“Stow it Wrecker.” Echo grumbled back. “He looks dead.”
“On occasion so do-”
“I said quit it.” Echo wouldn’t let Tech get the last word in. Shoving between them to get to his bunk next to Crosshair.
The otherwise silent bond Echo and Crosshair had, Hunter watched as it presented itself before him. Echo knelt down and began picking up Cross’ armor piece by piece and stacking it just like they’d been taught to do as cadets. Chest and back plate first, followed by thighs and so on. It wasn’t often that any of them showed comradery in such a deliberate way. But since Echo had joined the batch, Hunter found himself noticing how the ARC’s little idiosyncrasies often surfaced in acts like this. Cleaning up after someone when they couldn’t do it themselves, offering to take weight off a heavy pack on mission, all of them could be shrugged off as Echo just being anal about things being clean or just wanting to do things himself; But Hunter could see that he was just being a brother.
From his bunk across the room Hunter stared at Crosshair for a long time. Trying to get a read on him without the typical need to hide his investigative looks and unconsciously deep inhales. Growing up Crosshair was always quiet, as far back as Hunter could remember Cross was the last to quit at anything, even if it mean getting hurt or punished. For all his personal attempts to get his little brother to take a break -even for a minute- age had only made Crosshair that much more obstinate. But it came with a high price. Echo hadn’t been far off when he’d said Cross was sleeping like the dead. Sleep was a rare thing for Crosshair, even if he’d never admit it openly. But tonight there wasn’t a chance that anything could wake him up.
“I finished that last report a few hours ago.” Echo admitted quietly, sitting down next to Hunter and taking up his own watch over Crosshair. “Do you know what he was doing?” He asked quietly, staring down at his scomp link and spinning it manually with his fingers.
“Not really. I was just supposed to distract Tech long enough that Cross could get his datapad away from him for a little while.” He rubbed at the back of his neck, feeling a little tension beginning to build at the base of his skull. “Did you figure it out?”
“Hunter, he was doing her weapons testing…” Hunter’s surprised expression seemed to make him pause. “She got injured badly enough for suspension. Apparently they have a relationship that I’m just not aware of.” Echo huffed, sounding a frustrated with the situation. “I think he’s trying to keep her from losing her job. General Krell is overseeing her.”
Hunter sat marveling at Echo’s news, and how it was the last puzzle piece that he’d been searching for all day to answer a question that had been lingering after a meeting he’d been asked to attend alone. One with General Plo Koon, who’d been very adamant that he come alone, without the assistance of his brothers.
“Well, I don’t think it’s going to work.” He said with a dry chuckle, shaking his head when he finally realized what kind of situation he was going to deal with in the following days.
“What do you mean? Did your reports and mine not get the job done?” Echo was already beginning to ask the wrong questions and jump to the more obvious conclusion. However Hunter couldn’t blame him, because he just didn’t have all the information yet.
“I was given orders that there will be a transfer into our unit.” Echo looked more shocked than Hunter had ever seen him before.
“You can’t be serious…” They both looked to Crosshair with the shared understanding that their little brother had gone out of his way to protect Duchess. Only to have his private toiling ruined before she even had the chance to give that presentation tomorrow morning.
“And there’s more.” Hunter wasn’t fan of dropping bombshells on anyone, especially his brothers. But there wasn’t much he could do other than pray Echo wasn’t taking this as hard as he knew Crosshair was going to. “Remember how she said she’s only been in combat once?”
“Yeah. Something about getting shot down or something.”
“That was true to an extent. She was shot down, and had a forced landing. But she was a heavy gunner for a unit before being promoted.” Hunter felt a weight in his gut settle as he saw realization wash over Echo. Each of them understanding without words that she’d been part of a unit before… “She’s had over thirty confirmed missions.”
“Did they?” Echo’s question was cut short by his own aversion of talking about death in any scope of conversation if it was avoidable.
“All five were evac’ed on a med ship. But from what I was told, nothing could be done for them.” Hunter retold the most necessary information, leaving out most of the details simply for Echo’s sake. The ARC could make a more than accurate guess what happened to Duchess’ unit once they were deemed unfit for duty without him being explicit.
“You know he’s going to fight this order.” Echo murmured lowly, glancing back at Crosshair again with softened eyes than mirrored Hunter’s. “I think she’s… special to him. As strange as that is to think about.”
Hunter blew out a breath he’d not realized he was holding, and looked down at the scuffed toes of his boots with a knowing glare directed at whatever force was working so hard to test them. He knew it was the GAR, but a soldier couldn’t lose his dutifulness for it just didn’t happen so easily. It wasn’t that Duchess would be part of the unit. He didn’t particularly care simply because he’d seen her battle reports. She could hold her own, and it wouldn’t be hard for her to fit in amongst the major percentage of the squad. Tech would be far too happy to have someone listen to his ramblings, Wrecker liked literally everyone, and Echo was already fairly accepting of the change. As for himself, he knew that she wouldn’t be much of a distraction based off the character he’d seen so far. After all, if she could deal with Crosshair there wasn’t much else in the galaxy that could shake her from responsibilities or pressure. No, her orders to join them wouldn’t be an issue. It was going to be how Crosshair handled admitting that his protectiveness hadn’t been good enough to save her from the one thing Crosshair hated more than anything… War.
***
Duchess was nervous to give her report. It was bad enough she couldn’t stuff her arm into the sleeve of her uniform, so she’d been forced to forgo a professional appearance and lean solely on her information and -hopefully- a little perseverance to deal with General Krell. His pessimism was particularly suffocating, and there wasn’t a single thing she could do about it without risking her position, and more importantly her struggle to stay on Kamino after such a long fight of trying to get here. Every detail of her testing, and that which ‘Duke’ had done were memorized. The data had been sent to the Generals yesterday, and at this point all she could do was plead her case to Jedi Master Plo, knowing that Krell had already made up his mind.
Dutch felt confident up until the second the hologram glowed to life. There she saw Krell looking sinister as ever with a wide smile that made her stomach flip instinctually. A sudden urge to throw up overcame her, and she hid her bandaged arm behind her back to prevent the evil man from finding any more ammunition to use against her. It didn’t matter though, because he looked overwhelmingly satisfied with himself. To his right, Master Plo looked utterly disappointed. His shoulder were slumped slightly, and all of the controlled justice he’d displayed in his previous meetings with her looked as if it’s been doused in cold water. It was in that moment Duchess realized that nothing she said today was going to matter… That something had happened, and there was a plan already in motion that was going to prove Krell had the upper hand.
“Generals.” She nodded stiffly, putting on a stiff parade rest and a staunch look of indifference to greet the two. Both men nodded in silent acknowledgement, only adding to the growing knot forming in her throat. “How must I proceed?”
“That won’t be necessary dear.” Plo put up a placating hand, in the pixels she could see his eyes crinkle in the slightest. Something she’d figured out to be his version of smiling. “Your reports were highly insightful and concurred with the evidence that other proctors found.” He said gently. However she still didn’t feel happy because Krell was still smiling like a blood sucking leech.
“I’m not sure I understand General.”
“Your testing phase has been completed. And by order of the Chancellor himself, there is no further need to allow the weapons aforementioned to be contracted by our military forces.” He explained.
“However.” Krell snarled happily, driving a knife right through her gut. “I have yet to inform you that the Chancellor has dictated orders for live combat testing of previously approved ordnances.” Duchess stared at Krell with a clenched jaw, desperately trying to hide the thrashing undercurrent of emotions coiling around her lungs and squeezing at her heart as she finally understood why he’d been so damn happy about this meeting. Live combat testing meant front line battles with a unit of troopers. It meant she’d been assigned to a squad, and be deployed just like… just like she’d done with them.
Your lie is coming to an end. And there’s nothing you can do about it anymore.
The time it took to come to the realization felt like years, when in reality it’d only been a few seconds since Krell had spoken her future into reality. All of her hard work had paid off, but a new punishment came. She’d fought to keep the troopers fighting out there well-protected; But in that sacrifice she didn’t realize that Krell was going to make her pay for it by sending her out to the front lines… again.
“When will I deploy?” The words felt heavy in her mouth, it’d been years since she asked that question. There was an edge to it, and both Generals caught on quickly. Each one responding in opposite ways that whiplashed her senses. Her whole body tremored as she waited for the two men to converse between themselves.
Krell mumbled something far too low for her to make out, before shoving a datapad into Plo’s taloned hands, simply walking out of view with a slew of grumbled curses and complaints. It was the exit she’d expected, but part of her wanted to scream that he come back and explain to her why live combat was the next suitable step for her career priorities. As if she’d not spent her time clawing up the ladder to avoid facing the same pain and heartbreak she’d experienced the last time she’d set foot on a gunship.
“My dear child… I regret to say that I had no ability to stop this from happening.” Plo sighed, tilting his head down as if he was trying to console a small little girl who’d scraped her knee. “This ordinance is unavoidable I’m afraid, and General Krell has given me the heavy responsibility of briefing you.”
She nodded stoically, unwavering in her desire to just fight off the frustration and anger threatening to spill over. “Yes sir.”
“You’ll be on-mission in two days. Further recon intelligence will be sent to you at the close of this meeting.” Plo let out a particularly heavy sigh, “Are you still in possession of your armor kit?” He asked quite miserably, mirroring her own woe as she thought to the plastoid sitting at the bottom of her clothes chest.
“Yes sir.”
“Very well.” He nodded quite gracefully, reminding her of how openly he’d shown his emotions and how unusual it was for a Jedi to do such things. However Plo was very intent on making sure she understood how opposed he was to all of this. It was more than she deserved to have such a kind man -whom she really didn’t know that well- being so cautious of her feelings and taking a strong interest in why she was almost shaking in her boots.
“I know your past to a small degree… But it’s nothing compared to the feelings you’re experiencing.” His head tilted down further in sadness. “It’s a very small consolation, but I can assure you that I was able to make one amend in your favor dear girl.”
“Master Plo, I’m forever grateful. But you should’ve have done anything for me.” She smiled weakly, hoping he couldn’t tell how miserably she felt. “W-what did you do?” She stuttered heavily upon asking the unprofessional question, praying Plo didn’t see it as a sign of weakness, but one of trust and respect for his actions.
“You’re being assigned to a unit with exceptional skills. You live on Kamino, therefore I was very motivated to keep you there as often as possible.” He smiled again.
“What number?” It was the most breathless she’d even been, waiting for the answer. Going through the list of units she knew of, and how many of them didn’t return to Kamino. There were only a few who called this wet rock home, and she never expected what Plo finally said.
“Clone Force 99.”
READ PART 6
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I commented on your kyoutani post about his omega chilling him the fuck out, and would be SO happy if you considered writing about it 🥺🥺🥺 Essa, u r so amazinnnngggg
You’re so sweet, ily😭😭 thank you for requesting this, I had so much fun writing it💝💝
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Soothe (Alpha!Kyoutani Kentarou x Omega!Reader)
Alphas such as Kyoutani Kentarou were a .... curious breed.
The kind of alpha that is easily set off just by someone’s scent not being to his liking.
He was a ticking time bomb and everyone was holding their breath until the next time he went feral.
A feral alpha was a scary being to witness and unfortunately for Kyoutani, he was prone to this, but everything just made him so angry. He wished he could stop it, but he was never good at learning self control.
It was why he liked volleyball.
It was the one thing he found he was good at and a way for him to channel his aggression.
But ever since high school had started, it changed.
Now he had to put up with other alphas telling him what to do, and as much as he respected Iwaizumi and would do as he said, when the others told him what to do, he was close to punching a hole in the wall.
And today, just felt like the world was out to get him more than usual.
Everything he did on court was sloppy, and to make up for this off day he ended up putting more and more force behind each and every spike.
The others were annoyed with him, yelling at him to calm down or sit out if he had to, anything to make him stop playing so unnecessarily aggressive.
Between getting yelled at and his own frustrations with himself, he stormed out of the gym. To where? He had no idea. He just needed to leave before he ended up hurting someone.
His mind was a tornado of rage and he could barely think or see straight, hands curled into tight fists and eyes narrowed fiercely, ready to tear apart the next person that decided to approach him.
He hadn’t noticed the group of omegas he passed until it was too late.
Not until he was completely frozen in his spot, eyes widened impossibly large.
Peach.
He could practically taste it. Sweet and juicy making his tastebuds stir as he could almost feel the juice of a peach run down his throat, making him swallow pointlessly.
But the feeling the scent brought was indescribable. It was warm and welcoming— peaceful.
Kyoutani forgot what it felt like to be at peace, it was an emotion that had abandoned him ever since he had presented as an alpha.
The veil of anger had suddenly lifted in those few short moments, and when he was able to grab ahold of himself he suddenly remembered the omegas.
It had to be one of them.
And whoever you were, you were his.
He spun around on his heel, but had been met with an empty hallway.
You and your friends were already gone.
The only sign that you had been there was the peachy flavor that still lingered on his tongue.
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It was not in Kyoutani’s blood to give up easily, so thus began the search for you.
He had never been aware as to just how many omegas attended Aobajohsai until he decided to look for one and it was exhausting to say the least.
Days had gone by which eventually turned to weeks.
Weeks of Kyoutani searching for that sweet peachy scent. Not a day had passed that he wasn’t actively searching for you.
But all the omegas he saw, were all wrong. It was almost as if he had conjured up the scent in his head.
He refused to believe that was the case and continued his search.
...Until he didn’t have to any more.
He thought he was imagining it, that he was simply remembering the soothing scent of the sweet omega he never even saw, as a response to how he was currently feeling.
He was told to sit down during practice— it wasn’t an unusual occurrence for the coach to tell him to sit when he noticed he was getting too riled up.
So there he sat, head down with a towel over his head, attempting to calm himself down when the same scent from a few weeks ago washed over him like it did that day.
His whole body went stiff, head jerking upwards as his eyes searched the gym frantically.
And there you were, speaking with the coach.
He couldn’t move as he stared at you— you were pretty, much prettier than he ever imagined. You smiled as you spoke to the coach and it made his heart flutter.
He then watched as the coach called Oikawa off the court.
His eyes widened in confusion at the exchange that followed. Oikawa exclaiming something or other as he tugged you into a hug, clearly happy to see you. You had giggled in response, complaining about how sweaty he was and trying to pull away from his grasp.
This... this wasn’t right.
Was Oikawa your mate? No... you couldn’t have been. There was no mark on your neck and you didn’t smell like him either.
So then why was he touching you.
Kyoutani felt a growl rumble in the back of his throat, eyes glued to where Oikawa had his hand on your shoulder now— Kyoutani had never even spoken to you and yet he was acting like this.
”She’s pretty isn’t she?”
Kyoutani blinked, looking over at Yahaba who was suddenly standing beside him, staring at your and Oikawa’s exchange.
”What’s her name?” He demanded of his teammate before looking back at you.
”(L/N) (F/N). She’s a third year and good friends with the third years on the team. She’s really cool.”
”Does she have a mate?”
Yahaba looked at him in surprise, “Do you have a thing for (L/N)?”
”Does she have a mate?” He reiterated, more annoyed now.
”No she doesn’t. But good luck trying to get an omega like (L/N). She turns down alphas almost every day, even some betas from time to time— actually, I’m pretty sure she even rejected an omega once or twice.”
Kyoutani tuned him out as he continued to ramble.
You were leaving now, about to pass him and Yahaba to get to the exit, when you noticed his piercing gaze.
You recognized him immediately as the alpha that you were sure was about to go feral one afternoon when he passed by you and your friends— it was why you all left so quickly.
But his gaze had you pinned, almost suffocating you, forcing you to freeze.
He held something possessive in his eyes as he looked up at you from his seat and it filled your stomach with butterflies.
You were used to getting stared at by alphas, but this was different— you were finding yourself wanting to submit to the alpha before you, even in front of a gym full of people.
”Omega,” his voice came out as a growl, and where many other omegas would’ve run for the hills in fear of how aggressive he was coming off right now, your lips quirked up in a grin.
”Alpha,” you nodded, a mutual understanding that this would be far from over before you continued walking.
You quickly glanced at your friends on the court, all the third years gazing at you peculiarly after the exchange they had just witnessed between you and their uncontrollable teammate. But you simply grinned and shrugged at them before leaving the gym.
Little did they know, you’d become their greatest weapon during games to get the alpha to calm down.
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At Least One Thousand More.
Garfield kept his left hand on the mirrors, and Raven's hand in his right, as they made their way through to the center of the fun house. He had paid the attendant a good amount of cash to make sure they wouldn't be interrupted
Raven laid her head on Garfield's shoulder while they wandered slowly by the content reflections of themselves. He couldn't help the stupid grin seeing his girlfriend's warm smile that she had been wearing nearly that whole evening. He hoped that he wasn't about to ruin it.
"Thanks for the wonderful night Gar, I needed this." Raven almost sighed as she spoke, so clear was her relief. This increased Garfield's nervousness, but he decided to carry on with his plan.
"Well I figured I owed you a nice night out after what happened last weekend." A broken sting of memories flowed through Garfield's mind, of some Tanmaranian holiday, drinking, dancing, more drinking, a very caring Raven trying to help him to bed, several times, asking a serious question at the worst time, getting a disappointing response, and lastly, a rough time kneeling at the porcelain throne.
Garfield kicked himself for bringing it up directly after she thanked him for the relaxing night. He was sure the last thing Raven wanted was to be reminded of a stressful night trying to take care of him.
Raven however only chuckled.
"I did tell you that you owed me one. If this night keeps going this well, maybe I'll consider us even."
"That all depends on if this next surprise hits or misses." Garfield tugged on Raven's hand to stop her from rounding the next corner. "But to find out properly, I need the pretty lady to close those gorgeous eyes of hers.
"Pulling out the flattery Gar? Someone is hoping to get lucky." Raven said with a smirk before putting her free hand over her eyes.
"You have no idea how right, and how wrong you are." Garfield remarked under his breath. He took a split moment to steel his nerves for what he was about to do, before finally stepping into the stage he had set up.
Garfield led Raven into the center of the circle of mirrors, careful to not let her touch any of the dark streamers hanging from the ceiling. Once in the center he made sure she was facing in the right direction, quickly checked his hair and clothes, and took a knee right in front of her.
"Alright you can move your hand now." Garfield said after a few more silent seconds ticked by. As Raven allowed her hand to drop and her eyes to open, he was sure to press play on the old fashioned stereo sitting next to where the two stopped, starting one of Raven's favorite songs, an orchestral piece that she shared with him on their first date.
"Raven, there are some things I remember from last weekend. The most important thing I remember is that I asked you the right question at the wrong time. I asked you to marry me, and you said, ' Gar, that's the alcohol talking. You wouldn't ask that if you were sober.'" Garfield even exaggerated an unamused tone to hopefully keep the mood light.
Garfield took both of Raven's hands in his and made sure to look her straight in the eye.
"Then I wanted to know how many more times id have to ask before you would say yes, and you said 'at least a thousand more.'"
"Well here I am Raven. Here to tell you that I love you more than anything. You and I didn't start out like your standard fairy tale love story sure, but I wouldn't trade us for anything. You were always so heroic and brave. Braver than anyone I've ever met. Fighting so hard to save people, despite your stupid dad."
Garfield's eyes were already getting watery and his throat was feeling a bit tighter than wen he started his speech.
"Ugh I didn't think it would be this hard just on the build up." Garfield said with a nervous laugh, which Raven couldn't help but copy, her own eyes growing misty as well.
"Ok you got this. You got this." Garfield said under his breath.
"Raven, you have always been there for me. When no one believed in me, you were there, seeing something in me that even I couldn't see."
Garfield then let go of Raven's hand and focused instead on making sure his moved exactly the way he had practiced all week, and watching as all the mirrors reflected his actions in an infinitely growing number of reflections.
Garfield spoke the words he was signing with as much love and conviction as he could muster.
"Raven, will you do me the greatest honor, of being my wife?"
He couldn't help the cheeky grin that wound up on his face as he added his next line.
"And before you answer, please note, I did ask at least a thousand more times." Beast Boy motioned to the mirrors surrounding the two of them in a triumphant display of wit.
Raven looked around, clearly trying to find someway to undermine Garfield's wordplay, only to realize that she had let her smile grow beyond the ability to hide.
Shaking her head, Raven looked down with tears in her eyes. "You idiot" she spoke softly, afraid her voice might fail her. "Yes. How can I say anything but yes?"
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New Dawn Fades — Literary References Analysis Part 4: The Id, the Ego, the Superego
Cyberpunk Spoiler Warning
Here’s part four of me going through all the endings and looking for the literary references in each of the endings, which I believe allude to what happens to V/Johnny, possibly in future DLC. If you haven’t read my other posts, you should read them here (Johnny’s Mikoshi poem, V’s Mikoshi Poem, The Star ending) first since we’re gonna loop back to them later.
New Dawn Fades was such a pain in the ass; because Johnny is such an art hoe, I found three different poems/stories scattered around. Not only that, but two of them are translated from Polish, and one of them us from Ovid’s The Metamorphoses. I studied English literature so…forgive me if this is super surface-level. Also, stuff gets lost in translation, so the original meaning sometimes gets lost. If Polish literature is anyones niche, please teach me a thing two, but all I can do now is my best! But from what I could tell, damn…paints a pretty depressing picture. Let’s start with the two Polish writers first:
Bolesław Leśmian, "Why so many candles...”
Why so many candles, these faces above me?
No more harm shall ever meet my body.
Everyone is standing - while here alone I lie -
Grieving, feigning. One must be true when one must die.
And so, buried under these wreathes of leaves, I lie -
Solemnly - Agelessly - Solitarily.
Death, gone silent, once again rushes to my head,
Though by now I know all my comprehension is dead.
How I loathe to become accustomed to this grave,
To be what I once was - that is all I crave.
This one is…yikes. Depressing. As I talked about in previous posts, V’s poem is more pessimistic: nothing we do matters, we’re all just dust in the wind, you know, the good stuff. Johnny’s poem has a very different stance; art makes us immortal, and we can change the world, etc. With this…Johnny seems to have given his larger-than-life attitude up in favor of V’s resignation that life sucks. Much like Prufrock in V’s poem, Johnny is lying “Solemnly - Agelessly - Solitarily.” Almost as if he didn’t want V’s body, not as a selfless gesture…but because he has grown accustom to his previous form. In Johnny’s version of Alt’s poem, it almost seems as if he embraces being a construct — the form of immortality it, and his legacy, grants him (remember all that hokey about being a golden bird to sing his message to the youth?). Blackwall was a kind of death Johnny knew — yet now:
“How I loathe to become accustomed to this grave,
To be what I once was - that is all I crave.”
Interesting. We never find out where Johnny is going when he leaves Night City, but it makes me wonder. Is he truly starting anew? Or hoping to fix what went wrong?
In the next room, we find another poem, this one an excerpt from Labyrinth by Wisława Szymborska:
So this way or that,
Or no, the other,
By ear or by your gut,
By your wits or by shortcut,
By any means necessary,
Cutting crooked corners.
Past whatever row in a row
Of corridors and gates,
Quickly, in the meantime
Your time grows short,
From one place to another
To one of many still open,
Of darkness and plight
But also delight, held just ajar,
Where there's joy, though sorrow
Lies well-nigh nearby,
And elsewhere, somewhere,
Wheresoever and whereabout,
Fortune in misfortune
Like a parenthetical parenthesis
Acceptance of it all
And suddenly - a fall
I’m a little shaky on the meaning behind this one. My immediate response is to compare it to the poem found in The Star — which contains a piece from The Marriage Between Heaven and Hell by William Blake. The overarching use of this poem, by my interpretation, is an explanation for what the Blackwall is: hell. But not hell how most would perceive it. In fact, according to Blake, hell isn’t so bad. Our views of heaven and hell, good and evil, are wrong. Everyone contains both good and bad within them, and neither is wrong, simply two opposites; between conformity and rebellion, art and obedience. If we were to look at it this way, V would most likely belong in “Heaven,” the world of the obedient, those who play by the worlds rules (at least, in the beginning of the story, before Johnny influences them toward the rebel path), while Johnny represents “Evil,” and would belong to Hell. In some dialogue choices, Johnny will even state that he no longer believes he is a human, and is in fact code, no longer belonging in the world of the living. In this scenario, both have found themselves where they don’t belong. Not only that — but one is supposed to be a healthy mix of so-called “Good” and “Evil.” The “Soul,” and “Body,” are one, not meant to be separated. Uh oh. The tone of this poem in Johnny’s context just seems so…lost, to me. Someone who found their other half, their perfect foil, a soul and body as one…and now it’s gone. What does one do after such a loss?
And finally, the most grim of the three stories: Ovid’s The Metamorphoses. Specifically, Book III, Narcissus and Echo. This one most likely has the greatest significance; not only is it a shard you can pick up, but an open copy of the book can be found in Johnny’s hotel room, drawing further attention to it.
If you haven’t read it, let me give you a quick and dirty summary:
At the beginning of the story, Narcissus’ mother, Liriope, asks the prophet Tiresias if her son will live to see old age, which he replies “only if he does not know himself.” One day when Narcissus is 16, he is out hunting when he finds a mountain Nymph named Echo. Echo, as one might guess, was cursed by Hera and can only repeat what is said back to her. You know. Like an echo. Echo falls in love with Narcissus at first sight and follows him throughout the forest, waiting for him to speak so she can communicate with him. Narcissus eventually gets separated from his hunting group, and calls out for them, which Echo…well, echos. Eventually Echo reveals herself and Narcissus freaks out, telling her basically he’d rather die than be with her. She hides in a cave and pines until she whithers away from hunger, and only her voice remains.
Many other nymphs fall for Narcissus because apparently he’s a straight up snack, but he rejects all of them. Apparently someone gets so salty about it, they summon the Goddess of Vengeance to do something about it. She leads him to a crystal clear pool, in which he is able to see his reflection. Remember the thing about knowing oneself? Yeah…At first, Narcissus thinks the reflection is a different person and falls in love. He smiles, the reflection smiles, so it must like him back, right? Eventually he reaches to touch it, and realizes that it’s him. He freaks out, and much like Echo, stays by his reflections side until he withers away. Having a total meltdown, he cries out “Alas!” which is echoed, by well, Echo. Her voice lived on, and she watches him die as he calls “Farewell, dear boy. Beloved in vain.” Once again, Echo repeats this. Narcissus dies and all the thirsty hoes make a pyre to burn him, but when they go looking for him they find the Narcissus (flower) instead (nooo...dont transform into a flower, you’re so sexy ahaha).
So what does this mean for Johnny/V? Well, two main things pop out to me: transformation, and reflections. Much like Echo and Narcissus are reflections of each other, V and Johnny reflect each other. As @ellitira pointed out in my analysis of the Star, V and Johnny constantly reflect each other. One of the most obvious ways is their literal reflection; if you look in a mirror during a relic malfunction, you’ll see Johnny, not V. But scenes are reflected as well; the first and last time V meets Johnny, they grab him by the shoulder from behind to get his attention as he turn to face them. The first time Johnny and V have a civil conversation, they’re sitting at a table in Tom’s Diner, Johnny’s foot on the table. This mimics their conversation in Mikoshi with Alt. Their conversation about taking a bullet for one another in the Pista Sofia where Johnny is sitting backwards on a chair while V is on the ground is also repeated moments later, as Johnny and V have their final conversation about who will stay and who will go with Alt. Johnny also mentions that he spent his first few weeks in NC laying in bed, staring at the ceiling fan. When he awakens in New Dawn Fades, what is he doing? Staring at the ceiling fan…in Pacifica, not far from the Pista Sofia. The boy who he gives the guitar to is even wearing V’s “favorite shirt”…the one we see them wearing in the first scene they’re introduced. There’s probably loads more, so feel free to share if you find any more. If you want to know more about why this is significant, make sure to read about V’s version of Alt’s poem.
So why do these reflections/echos matter? Well, what does one do with a reflection? Reflect. Johnny begins to examine himself through V, and he begins to realize he doesn’t like what he sees. If V calls him the man who saved her life, he’ll respond with “you have no idea how badly I want that to be true.” He tries his best to right his wrong only after this conversation with V, not only in Burning Love and Chippin’ In, but in other ways too. For example, it’s Johnny’s idea to call V’s loved ones to say goodbye on the roof scene, because “he wished that he had had a chance to.” Because of V, he grows, changes, and becomes a better person, just as much if not more as he seems to change V. As he leaves V’s grave, he even states that he has changed; that he’s wiser now, and won’t make the same mistakes. He states he won’t dwell on what happened, but somehow I doubt that, considering everything above.
The other theme of Narcissus and Echo is of transformation; after all, metamorphosis actually means "to change or transform.” Echo becomes, well, and echo, and Narcissus becomes a flower. V and Johnny also transform; not only physically between engram and human, but they transform one another. Both of them fall in love, and neither will move on. Echo falls in love with Narcissus, and Narcissus falls in love with his reflection. Because they refuse to transform the way they feel, they must die and transform physically. So who represents who in this scenario? In a way, Johnny is both. Johnny is a bit, well, narcissistic. He’s self-absorbed in his flashbacks, and adored by countless fans, yet ignores them in favor of his own company. He thinks everything is about him (Alt’s death, Samurai, etc.) and is willing to die for his beliefs. He is also constantly reflecting on himself through V. However, what really kills him is losing Alt; she tells him not to follow her (much like Narcissus tells Echo to leave him alone). He does anyway, and avenging her leads to his demise.
What’s especially sad about this is the way Johnny views transformation; he is very concerned with the idea of one’s individual identity, and hates the idea of turning into something you’re not. He despises that he’s going to turn V into himself by force. He hates dolls because he sees their behavior chip as something that changes them into something they’re not. He’s scared of V going to Blackwall not because it’s death, but because they “won’t be the same.” I don’t think Johnny ever wanted V’s body; again, not as a courtesy, but because it’s not him. After all, he could have just let nature take its course and let himself re-write their psyche, but instead he actively tries to save them as best he can. If V chooses to let him have their body, he hardly seems happy about it; especially compared to how happy he seems to see that part of him will live on in the way V refuses to give up should they choose to live on. By taking V’s body, he is no longer himself; rebel, rocker-boy, legend, and the guy who promised to save V’s life. Johnny in A New Dawn has lost his entire sense of self, his entire new and improved identity; one that learned from his mistakes and became a better person because of V. Johnny has The Tower tattooed on his arm, the card of (often painful) transformation and change. Yet this is what Johnny is most afraid of; not death, or even the not-so-bad sort-of hell that is Blackwall. He’s afraid of losing himself, and by losing V, he has lost a part of himself. The part of himself that was supposed to be a better person; who was supposed to save V’s life.
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2020 (The dumpster fire) in review
I’m BACK after a long, long year. I’m working on figuring out the evolution of this page/blog. It’s brought me a lot of joy over the years and I want it grow as I grow. What that means, I’m trying to sort out.
But for now...let’s talk about THE year.
1 - What did you do in 2020 that you’d never done before?
Survive a pandemic, publish in JAMA, start teletherapy, enjoy dating, kiss someone while sober, I ALSO KINDA DATED SOMEONE, GUYS! Got broken up with, healing from the break up, started a twitter, took on leadership roles I’ve never taken on, took my ID Boards exam, gave job talks, interviewed for jobs remotely, bought a recording microphone, lost 50 pounds (intentionally!!). Started a master’s degree, QUIT the degree program. 2 - Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I kept 5 out of 7 of my New Years resolutions!! So I’m absolutely making more.
3 - Did anyone close to you give birth?
Guys...nine people. Count ‘em. Nine people. All my close friends. Gave birth. Like...end me.
4 - Did anyone close to you die?
No but I knew many who died. Or bore witness.
5 - What countries did you visit?
I narrowly avoided country-passed quarantines in January as I flew back from Asia. Won’t say what countries for now.
6 - What would you like to have in 2021 that you lacked in 2020?
More progress in radical honesty, vulnerability, healing traumas that have held me back from creating healthy boundaries. More time with friends, more art, more music. More time unafraid to love and be loved. 7 - What date from 2020 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
11/4/2020. Took my ID boards that day.
8 - What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Publishing in JAMA with a colleague I have the privilege to call a phenomenal friend and the best collaborator I’ve ever had.
9 - What was your biggest failure?
Waiting so long to finally hear my inner voice tell me that master’s degree wasn’t where or who I was anymore 10 - Did you suffer illness or injury?
Minor things. 11 - What was the best thing you bought?
The lap desk I’m currently using. Or my noise cancelling headphones. 12 - Whose behavior merited celebration?
My ID division. We fucking came together during this horrible shit. I’ve never been prouder or felt closer to a group of colleagues. 13 - Whose behavior made you appalled or depressed?
Anti-maskers, most of the US government, the list is so long.
14 - Where did most of your money go?
Food and clothes. Clothes because I lost so much weight I needed new clothing
15 - What did you get really, really, really excited passionate about?
Excited feels like a strong word. I was passionate about many things. Passionate about BLM, PPE shortages, writing out my advanced directives. Mentoring during a pandemic, being a mentee during a pandemic. 16 - What song(s) will always remind you of 2020?
Betty Who: You’re In Love 17 - Compared to this time last year, are you: I. Happier or sadder?
Sadder, but I know it’s the only way to feel after such an awful year. And that it will take me to a happier me as I continue to work through it. II. Thinner or fatter?
Thinner
III. Richer or poorer?
Richer.
18 - What do you wish you’d done more of?
Therapy 19 - What do you wish you’d done less of?
Think that I was alone and only I could solve my problems 20 - How will you be spending/spent christmas?
Christmas at home with some Chinese take-out and watching It’s a Wonderful Life
21 - Did you fall in love in 2020?
No but I learned to really like someone without becoming infatuated 22 - How many one-night stands?
Zero. 23 - What was your favorite tv program?
Next in Fashion, Legendary, Bridgerton, Giri/Haji, Castlevania
24 - Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
Uh hell yeah 25 - What was the best book you read?
This is How you Lose the Time War 26 - What was your greatest musical discovery?
This will sound odd but...re-discovering my own love for singing and music 27 - What did you want and get?
To publish meaningful research, to break internal emotional barriers, to stop using food to address feelings and actually ADDRESS them, to make true friends 28 - What was your favorite film of this year?
Gosh...I don’t remember any this year. Was kinda...drowning in work
29 - What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I turned 32 and I got donuts for the infection control and stewardship departments that I work in! I ordered fancy Thai take out. I slept in. 30 - What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
No pandemic. A girl can dream.
31 - How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2020?
LA pop/punk, but make it office 32 - What kept you sane?
The Ologies podcast. Intense talks with friends. 33 - Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
KEANU REEVES. ALWAYS. Especially this year.
34 - What political/social issue stirred you the most?
Black Lives Matter. 35 - Who did you miss?
My best friend. 36 - Who was the best new person you met?
For all the pain I’m currently going through, a guy I met at work who I maybe-kinda-sorta-dated for 2 months. I made some wild breakthroughs and grew a lot from it, even though it didn’t end the way I wanted. I’m grateful for the me that’s growing and becoming through that experience.
37 - Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2020:
The best, most authentic people are vulnerable because it’s scary as fuck and necessary
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Glee Soundtrack Rating Project Results: angelhummel
@angelhummel
Favourite character: Kurt Hummel
Least favourite character: Will Schuester
Favourite season: Season 5
Least favourite season: Season 6
Mean song rating: 4.91
Mean song rating for favourite character's songs: 6.59
Mean song rating for favourite character's solos: 7.36
Mean song rating season 1: 4.93
Mean song rating season 2: 5.1
Mean song rating season 3: 4.95
Mean song rating season 4: 4.95
Mean song rating season 5: 4.92
Mean song rating season 6: 4.38
Songs rated: 702
[ID: A bar chart titled Number of songs assigned each rating by angelhummel, illustrating the number of times each score was assigned to a song by angelhummel. 10 was assigned 36 times, 9 was assigned 15 times, 8 was assigned 56 times, 7 was assigned 86 times, 6 was assigned 99 times, 5 was assigned 97 times, 4 was assigned 89 times, 3 was assigned 86 times, 2 was assigned 74 times, 1 was assigned 64 times, and 0 songs were not rated.]
About the Project | Results Masterpost
Ranking:
1. (10) - S1x03 - Bust Your Windows
2. (10) - S1x05 - Maybe This Time
3. (10) - S1x06 - It's My Life/Confessions Part II
4. (10) - S1x13 - And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going
5. (10) - S1x18 - Rose's Turn
6. (10) - S1x19 - Dream On
7. (10) - S1x20 - Bad Romance
8. (10) - S1x22 - To Sir, With Love
9. (10) - S2x04 - Le Jazz Hot
10. (10) - S2x04 - With You I'm Born Again
11. (10) - S2x06 - Teenage Dream
12. (10) - S2x06 - Start Me Up/Livin' on a Prayer
13. (10) - S2x10 - Baby, It's Cold Outside
14. (10) - S2x11 - Thriller/Heads Will Roll
15. (10) - S2x18 - As If We Never Said Goodbye
16. (10) - S2x22 - For Good
17. (10) - S3x04 - Candyman
18. (10) - S3x11 - Scream
19. (10) - S3x11 - Smooth Criminal
20. (10) - S3x13 - I Will Always Love You
21. (10) - S3x14 - Cough Syrup
22. (10) - S3x17 - How Will I Know
23. (10) - S4x04 - The Scientist
24. (10) - S4x06 - There Are Worse Things I Could Do
25. (10) - S4x08 - Home/Homeward Bound
26. (10) - S4x09 - Being Alive
27. (10) - S4x15 - Come What May
28. (10) - S4x20 - At the Ballet
29. (10) - S5x06 - Just the Way You Are
30. (10) - S5x07 - Nasty/Rhythm Nation
31. (10) - S5x09 - Brave
32. (10) - S5x12 - Defying Gravity
33. (10) - S5x14 - People
34. (10) - S6x02 - Home
35. (10) - S6x03 - It's Too Late
36. (10) - S6x07 - Somebody Loves You
37. (9) - S1x13 - Don't Rain on My Parade
38. (9) - S1x16 - Home
39. (9) - S1x18 - The Boy Is Mine
40. (9) - S2x04 - River Deep, Mountain High
41. (9) - S3x06 - Rumour Has It/Someone Like You
42. (9) - S3x13 - Love Shack
43. (9) - S3x16 - Disco Inferno
44. (9) - S3x17 - So Emotional
45. (9) - S3x18 - Shake It Out
46. (9) - S4x03 - Everybody Wants to Rule the World
47. (9) - S4x14 - We've Got Tonite
48. (9) - S5x10 - The Happening
49. (9) - S6x07 - I Know Where I've Been
50. (9) - S6x11 - Take Me to Church
51. (9) - S6x13 - I Lived
52. (8) - S1x01 - Leaving On a Jet Plane
53. (8) - S1x10 - Don't Stand So Close to Me/Young Girl
54. (8) - S1x11 - True Colors
55. (8) - S1x15 - 4 Minutes
56. (8) - S1x15 - Like a Prayer
57. (8) - S1x18 - Lady Is a Tramp
58. (8) - S1x22 - Don't Stop Believing (Regionals)
59. (8) - S2x02 - Toxic
60. (8) - S2x03 - I Want to Hold Your Hand
61. (8) - S2x05 - Sweet Transvestite
62. (8) - S2x09 - Dog Days Are Over
63. (8) - S2x09 - Valerie
64. (8) - S2x10 - Last Christmas
65. (8) - S2x14 - Don't You Want Me
66. (8) - S2x16 - Blackbird
67. (8) - S2x17 - I Follow Rivers
68. (8) - S2x18 - Somewhere Only We Know
69. (8) - S2x18 - Born This Way
70. (8) - S2x19 - Go Your Own Way
71. (8) - S2x19 - Songbird
72. (8) - S3x01 - Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead
73. (8) - S3x05 - Uptown Girl
74. (8) - S3x11 - Human Nature
75. (8) - S3x13 - Cherish/Cherish
76. (8) - S3x17 - I Have Nothing
77. (8) - S3x17 - My Love Is Your Love
78. (8) - S3x18 - Not the Boy Next Door
79. (8) - S4x02 - Boys/Boyfriend
80. (8) - S4x02 - 3
81. (8) - S4x04 - Don't Speak
82. (8) - S4x08 - Let's Have a Kiki/Turkey Lurkey Time
83. (8) - S4x11 - No Scrubs
84. (8) - S4x12 - Centerfold/Hot in Herre
85. (8) - S4x13 - Don't Stop Me Now
86. (8) - S4x13 - Nutbush City Limits
87. (8) - S4x16 - Cold Hearted
88. (8) - S4x16 - Bye Bye Bye/I Want It That Way
89. (8) - S4x17 - Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go
90. (8) - S4x21 - Higher Ground
91. (8) - S5x01 - All You Need Is Love
92. (8) - S5x02 - Hey Jude
93. (8) - S5x02 - Let It Be
94. (8) - S5x03 - Seasons of Love
95. (8) - S5x05 - If I Were a Boy
96. (8) - S5x07 - Into the Groove
97. (8) - S5x09 - I Believe in a Thing Called Love
98. (8) - S5x14 - Downtown
99. (8) - S5x15 - Not While I'm Around
100. (8) - S5x15 - Broadway Baby
101. (8) - S5x20 - Pompeii
102. (8) - S6x03 - Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow/Head Over Feet
103. (8) - S6x03 - Hand in My Pocket/I Feel the Earth Move
104. (8) - S6x08 - At Last
105. (8) - S6x09 - Cool Kids
106. (8) - S6x11 - Chandelier
107. (8) - S6x13 - Someday We'll Be Together
108. (7) - S1x01 - Don't Stop Believing (Pilot)
109. (7) - S1x05 - Alone
110. (7) - S1x07 - Hate On Me
111. (7) - S1x07 - Ride Wit Me
112. (7) - S1x14 - Hello, I Love You
113. (7) - S1x15 - Like a Virgin
114. (7) - S1x16 - A House Is Not a Home
115. (7) - S1x18 - Jessie's Girl
116. (7) - S1x19 - I Dreamed a Dream
117. (7) - S1x20 - Funny Girl
118. (7) - S2x01 - Empire State of Mind
119. (7) - S2x02 - I'm a Slave 4 U
120. (7) - S2x02 - Me Against the Music
121. (7) - S2x05 - Time Warp
122. (7) - S2x06 - Stop! In the Name of Love/Free Your Mind
123. (7) - S2x11 - Bills, Bills, Bills
124. (7) - S2x11 - She's Not There
125. (7) - S2x12 - When I Get You Alone
126. (7) - S2x14 - Blame It (On the Alcohol)
127. (7) - S2x15 - Landslide
128. (7) - S2x16 - Misery
129. (7) - S2x21 - Some People
130. (7) - S2x21 - Pure Imagination
131. (7) - S2x21 - Try a Little Tenderness
132. (7) - S2x21 - My Man
133. (7) - S2x21 - Back to Black
134. (7) - S3x01 - Anything Goes/Anything You Can Do
135. (7) - S3x02 - Something's Coming
136. (7) - S3x02 - I'm the Greatest Star
137. (7) - S3x03 - Spotlight
138. (7) - S3x03 - Cool
139. (7) - S3x03 - It's All Over
140. (7) - S3x06 - Hit Me with Your Best Shot/One Way or Another
141. (7) - S3x07 - Perfect
142. (7) - S3x08 - Buenos Aires
143. (7) - S3x08 - We Are Young
144. (7) - S3x09 - Christmas Wrapping
145. (7) - S3x09 - Let It Snow
146. (7) - S3x09 - All I Want for Christmas Is You
147. (7) - S3x09 - Do They Know It's Christmas?
148. (7) - S3x09 - Santa Claus Is Coming to Town
149. (7) - S3x09 - Extraordinary Merry Christmas
150. (7) - S3x11 - Never Can Say Goodbye
151. (7) - S3x12 - La Isla Bonita
152. (7) - S3x15 - Rio/Hungry Like the Wolf
153. (7) - S3x15 - Somebody That I Used to Know
154. (7) - S3x16 - If I Can't Have You
155. (7) - S3x17 - It's Not Right But It's Okay
156. (7) - S3x20 - Because You Loved Me
157. (7) - S3x21 - Paradise By the Dashboard Light
158. (7) - S3x21 - Tongue Tied
159. (7) - S4x02 - Oops!...I Did It Again
160. (7) - S4x03 - The Way You Look Tonight/You're Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile
161. (7) - S4x04 - Mine
162. (7) - S4x05 - Hopelessly Devoted to You
163. (7) - S4x06 - Beauty School Dropout
164. (7) - S4x07 - Some Nights
165. (7) - S4x09 - Don't Dream It's Over
166. (7) - S4x10 - The First Noel
167. (7) - S4x11 - Tell Him
168. (7) - S4x11 - I Don't Know How to Love Him
169. (7) - S4x14 - Getting Married Today
170. (7) - S4x17 - Wannabe
171. (7) - S4x17 - Mamma Mia
172. (7) - S4x21 - You Are the Sunshine of My Life
173. (7) - S4x21 - Superstition
174. (7) - S5x03 - Make You Feel My Love
175. (7) - S5x04 - Marry the Night
176. (7) - S5x04 - Roar
177. (7) - S5x08 - Mary's Little Boy Child
178. (7) - S5x09 - Every Breath You Take
179. (7) - S5x09 - Don't Rain On My Parade
180. (7) - S5x10 - Hold On
181. (7) - S5x13 - Don't Stop Believin' (Season Five)
182. (7) - S5x14 - You Make Me Feel So Young
183. (7) - S5x15 - I'm Still Here
184. (7) - S5x15 - Colorblind
185. (7) - S5x15 - No One Is Alone
186. (7) - S5x17 - Pumpin Blood
187. (7) - S5x18 - Doo Wop (That Thing)
188. (7) - S5x19 - Take Me Home Tonight
189. (7) - S5x20 - American Boy
190. (7) - S6x02 - Tightrope
191. (7) - S6x03 - So Far Away
192. (7) - S6x06 - Promises, Promises
193. (7) - S6x06 - Alfie
194. (6) - S1x06 - Halo/Walking On Sunshine
195. (6) - S1x07 - You Keep Me Hanging On
196. (6) - S1x09 - Dancing With Myself
197. (6) - S1x09 - Proud Mary
198. (6) - S1x09 - Defying Gravity
199. (6) - S1x11 - Bootylicious
200. (6) - S1x15 - Express Yourself
201. (6) - S1x15 - Vogue
202. (6) - S1x16 - One Less Bell to Answer/A House Is Not a Home
203. (6) - S1x16 - Fire
204. (6) - S1x18 - Pink Houses
205. (6) - S1x19 - Safety Dance
206. (6) - S1x19 - Dream a Little Dream
207. (6) - S1x22 - Any Way You Want It/Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'
208. (6) - S2x01 - Listen
209. (6) - S2x02 - Baby One More Time
210. (6) - S2x03 - Bridge Over Troubled Water
211. (6) - S2x03 - One of Us
212. (6) - S2x05 - Science Fiction Double Feature
213. (6) - S2x07 - Forget You
214. (6) - S2x07 - Singing In the Rain/Umbrella
215. (6) - S2x07 - Nowadays/Hot Honey rag
216. (6) - S2x08 - Sway
217. (6) - S2x09 - Don't Cry for Me Argentina
218. (6) - S2x12 - Silly Love Songs
219. (6) - S2x14 - Tik Tok
220. (6) - S2x15 - Animal
221. (6) - S2x15 - Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah)
222. (6) - S2x16 - Raise Your Glass
223. (6) - S2x16 - Candles
224. (6) - S2x17 - Turning Tables
225. (6) - S2x17 - Ain't No Way
226. (6) - S2x19 - Dreams
227. (6) - S2x20 - Dancing Queen
228. (6) - S2x22 - Light Up the World
229. (6) - S2x22 - Still Got Tonight
230. (6) - S3x01 - It's Not Unusual
231. (6) - S3x05 - America
232. (6) - S3x06 - I Can't Go for That/You Make My Dreams Come True
233. (6) - S3x07 - Constant Craving
234. (6) - S3x08 - Control
235. (6) - S3x08 - Man in the Mirror
236. (6) - S3x08 - ABC
237. (6) - S3x09 - My Favorite Things
238. (6) - S3x10 - Summer Nights
239. (6) - S3x10 - Without You
240. (6) - S3x10 - The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face
241. (6) - S3x13 - L-O-V-E
242. (6) - S3x15 - Up Up Up
243. (6) - S3x15 - Fighter
244. (6) - S3x18 - Cell Block Tango
245. (6) - S3x19 - Dinosaur
246. (6) - S3x22 - You Get What You Give
247. (6) - S3x22 - In My Life
248. (6) - S4x01 - Chasing Pavements
249. (6) - S4x02 - Everytime
250. (6) - S4x02 - Crazy/U Drive Me Crazy
251. (6) - S4x02 - Womanizer
252. (6) - S4x04 - Teenage Dream (Acoustic)
253. (6) - S4x06 - Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee
254. (6) - S4x06 - You're the One That I Want
255. (6) - S4x10 - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
256. (6) - S4x12 - This Is the New Year
257. (6) - S4x13 - Diva
258. (6) - S4x13 - Girl On Fire
259. (6) - S4x13 - Hung Up
260. (6) - S4x14 - Just Can't Get Enough
261. (6) - S4x15 - You're All the World to Me
262. (6) - S4x16 - Closer
263. (6) - S4x17 - My Prerogative
264. (6) - S4x17 - Copacabana
265. (6) - S4x21 - For Once in My Life
266. (6) - S5x01 - Got to Get You Into My Life
267. (6) - S5x01 - Yesterday
268. (6) - S5x01 - A Hard Day's Night
269. (6) - S5x02 - Here Comes the Sun
270. (6) - S5x04 - Wide Awake
271. (6) - S5x04 - Applause
272. (6) - S5x05 - Wrecking Ball
273. (6) - S5x08 - Away in a Manger
274. (6) - S5x08 - Love Child
275. (6) - S5x09 - My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)
276. (6) - S5x09 - Breakaway
277. (6) - S5x10 - Gloria
278. (6) - S5x10 - Jumpin' Jumpin'
279. (6) - S5x13 - Party All the Time
280. (6) - S5x13 - I Am Changing
281. (6) - S5x14 - Rockstar
282. (6) - S5x16 - Love Is a Battlefield
283. (6) - S5x20 - All of Me
284. (6) - S5x20 - Shakin' My Head
285. (6) - S6x01 - Let It Go
286. (6) - S6x02 - Take On Me
287. (6) - S6x02 - Mustang Sally
288. (6) - S6x06 - Arthur's Theme
289. (6) - S6x06 - Wishin' And Hoping
290. (6) - S6x09 - I Want to Break Free
291. (6) - S6x13 - Daydream Believer
292. (6) - S6x13 - This Time
293. (5) - S1x01 - On My Own
294. (5) - S1x01 - Rehab
295. (5) - S1x02 - Push It
296. (5) - S1x03 - Mercy
297. (5) - S1x04 - Taking Chances
298. (5) - S1x05 - Last Name
299. (5) - S1x07 - Keep Holding On
300. (5) - S1x08 - Sweet Caroline
301. (5) - S1x11 - Papa Don't Preach
302. (5) - S1x12 - Smile (Lily Allen)
303. (5) - S1x14 - Hello, Goodbye
304. (5) - S1x17 - U Can't Touch This
305. (5) - S1x17 - Physical
306. (5) - S1x17 - Run Joey Run
307. (5) - S1x20 - Shout It Out Loud
308. (5) - S1x20 - Poker Face
309. (5) - S1x21 - Give Up the Funk
310. (5) - S1x22 - Faithfully
311. (5) - S2x01 - Telephone
312. (5) - S2x02 - Stronger
313. (5) - S2x03 - Losing My Religion
314. (5) - S2x03 - I Look to You
315. (5) - S2x03 - Papa, Can You Hear Me?
316. (5) - S2x04 - Happy Days Are Here Again/Get Happy
317. (5) - S2x04 - Sing!
318. (5) - S2x05 - Whatever Happened to Saturday Night?
319. (5) - S2x05 - Touch a Touch a Touch a Touch Me
320. (5) - S2x08 - Marry You
321. (5) - S2x10 - Merry Christmas, Darling
322. (5) - S2x11 - Need You Now
323. (5) - S2x15 - Afternoon Delight
324. (5) - S2x16 - Loser Like Me
325. (5) - S2x17 - All By Myself
326. (5) - S2x18 - I Feel Pretty/Unpretty
327. (5) - S2x20 - I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance with You
328. (5) - S2x22 - Yeah!
329. (5) - S2x22 - As Long as You're There
330. (5) - S3x03 - Out Here On My Own
331. (5) - S3x03 - Fix You
332. (5) - S3x07 - Jolene
333. (5) - S3x08 - Survivor/I Will Survive
334. (5) - S3x10 - We Found Love
335. (5) - S3x13 - Stereo Hearts
336. (5) - S3x15 - I'm Still Standing
337. (5) - S3x16 - Boogie Shoes
338. (5) - S3x19 - Take My Breath Away
339. (5) - S3x21 - Starships
340. (5) - S3x21 - Pinball Wizard
341. (5) - S3x22 - I'll Remember
342. (5) - S3x22 - Roots Before Branches
343. (5) - S4x01 - It's Time
344. (5) - S4x01 - Call Me Maybe
345. (5) - S4x03 - A Change Would Do You Good
346. (5) - S4x06 - Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee (Reprise)
347. (5) - S4x06 - Greased Lightning
348. (5) - S4x07 - Heroes
349. (5) - S4x07 - Holding Out for a Hero
350. (5) - S4x11 - Locked Out of Heaven
351. (5) - S4x12 - Let Me Love You (Until You Learn to Love Yourself)
352. (5) - S4x12 - A Thousand Years
353. (5) - S4x12 - Torn
354. (5) - S4x12 - Love Song
355. (5) - S4x14 - Anything Could Happen
356. (5) - S4x15 - Shout
357. (5) - S4x16 - I Still Believe/Super Bass
358. (5) - S4x16 - How to Be a Heartbreaker
359. (5) - S4x16 - The Bitch Is Back/Dress You Up
360. (5) - S4x17 - Against All Odds (Take a Look at Me Now)
361. (5) - S4x18 - Say
362. (5) - S4x20 - Longest Time
363. (5) - S4x21 - I Wish
364. (5) - S4x21 - Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I'm Yours
365. (5) - S4x22 - All or Nothing
366. (5) - S5x01 - You've Got to Hide Your Love Away
367. (5) - S5x02 - Get Back
368. (5) - S5x02 - Something
369. (5) - S5x07 - You're My Best Friend
370. (5) - S5x07 - Cheek to Cheek
371. (5) - S5x08 - Here Comes Santa Claus (Down Santa Claus Lane)
372. (5) - S5x10 - Barracuda
373. (5) - S5x10 - Don't You (Forget About Me)
374. (5) - S5x11 - America
375. (5) - S5x12 - Toxic
376. (5) - S5x13 - Be Okay
377. (5) - S5x15 - You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman
378. (5) - S5x16 - Addicted to Love
379. (5) - S5x18 - Story of My Life
380. (5) - S5x19 - Memory
381. (5) - S6x06 - Baby It's You
382. (5) - S6x07 - Time After Time
383. (5) - S6x09 - Lose My Breath
384. (5) - S6x09 - Friday I'm in Love
385. (5) - S6x10 - Rise
386. (5) - S6x11 - Come Sail Away
387. (5) - S6x12 - Pony
388. (5) - S6x12 - Popular
389. (5) - S6x13 - Teach Your Children
390. (4) - S1x01 - Mr. Cellophane
391. (4) - S1x01 - Respect
392. (4) - S1x01 - I Kissed a Girl
393. (4) - S1x10 - Endless Love
394. (4) - S1x11 - Hair/Crazy In Love
395. (4) - S1x11 - Imagine
396. (4) - S1x12 - Smile (Charlie Chaplin)
397. (4) - S1x13 - My Life Would Suck Without You
398. (4) - S1x16 - Beautiful
399. (4) - S1x18 - One
400. (4) - S1x21 - It's a Man's Man's Man's World
401. (4) - S1x21 - Tell Me Something Good
402. (4) - S1x22 - Over the Rainbow
403. (4) - S2x01 - What I Did for Love
404. (4) - S2x05 - There's a Light (Over at the Frankenstein Place)
405. (4) - S2x05 - Damn It, Janet
406. (4) - S2x07 - Make 'Em Laugh
407. (4) - S2x08 - Just the Way You Are
408. (4) - S2x09 - (I've Had) The Time of My Life
409. (4) - S2x10 - Welcome Christmas
410. (4) - S2x12 - P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing)
411. (4) - S2x12 - Fat Bottomed Girls
412. (4) - S2x13 - Somebody to Love
413. (4) - S2x13 - Sing
414. (4) - S2x13 - Take Me or Leave Me
415. (4) - S2x13 - Baby
416. (4) - S2x14 - One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer
417. (4) - S2x16 - Get It Right
418. (4) - S2x18 - I've Gotta Be Me
419. (4) - S2x19 - I Don't Want to Know
420. (4) - S2x19 - Don't Stop
421. (4) - S2x19 - Nice to Meet You, Have I Slept with You?
422. (4) - S2x22 - Bella Notte
423. (4) - S2x22 - Pretending
424. (4) - S3x01 - You Can't Stop the Beat
425. (4) - S3x01 - We Got the Beat
426. (4) - S3x05 - A Boy Like That/I Have a Love
427. (4) - S3x09 - River
428. (4) - S3x10 - Moves Like Jagger/Jumpin' Jack Flash
429. (4) - S3x10 - Wedding Bell Blues (Bill)
430. (4) - S3x11 - Bad
431. (4) - S3x11 - Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'
432. (4) - S3x11 - I Want You Back
433. (4) - S3x13 - Let Me Love You
434. (4) - S3x14 - Glad You Came
435. (4) - S3x16 - You Should Be Dancing
436. (4) - S3x17 - Saving All My Love For You
437. (4) - S3x17 - I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)
438. (4) - S3x18 - School's Out
439. (4) - S3x20 - Flashdance...What a Feeling
440. (4) - S3x21 - Edge of Glory
441. (4) - S4x01 - Americano/Dance Again
442. (4) - S4x04 - Barely Breathing
443. (4) - S4x05 - Everybody Talks
444. (4) - S4x07 - My Dark Side
445. (4) - S4x10 - Hanukkah, Oh Hanukkah
446. (4) - S4x10 - White Christmas
447. (4) - S4x13 - Bring Him Home
448. (4) - S4x15 - Old Time Rock & Roll/Danger Zone
449. (4) - S4x15 - Footloose
450. (4) - S4x17 - Creep
451. (4) - S4x19 - Outcast
452. (4) - S4x20 - Little Girls
453. (4) - S4x21 - Uptight (Everything's Alright)
454. (4) - S4x22 - Clarity
455. (4) - S4x22 - I Love It
456. (4) - S5x01 - Help!
457. (4) - S5x01 - I Saw Her Standing There
458. (4) - S5x03 - I'll Stand By You
459. (4) - S5x05 - On Our Way
460. (4) - S5x08 - The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late)
461. (4) - S5x09 - Whenever I Call You Friend
462. (4) - S5x10 - Danny's Song
463. (4) - S5x13 - Loser Like Me
464. (4) - S5x13 - Just Give Me a Reason
465. (4) - S5x16 - I Want to Know What Love Is
466. (4) - S5x16 - Let's Wait Awhile
467. (4) - S5x17 - Lovefool
468. (4) - S5x17 - I'm the Greatest Star
469. (4) - S5x18 - Wake Me Up
470. (4) - S5x19 - Lucky Star
471. (4) - S6x01 - Suddenly Seymour
472. (4) - S6x04 - Thousand Miles
473. (4) - S6x06 - What the World Needs Now
474. (4) - S6x06 - They Long to Be Close to You
475. (4) - S6x08 - Our Day Will Come
476. (4) - S6x12 - Don't Stop Believing (Pilot/2009)
477. (4) - S6x12 - I'm His Child
478. (4) - S6x12 - I Kissed a Girl
479. (3) - S1x01 - Sit Down You're Rockin the Boat
480. (3) - S1x01 - You're the One That I Want (ver. 1)
481. (3) - S1x02 - Gold Digger
482. (3) - S1x05 - Somebody to Love
483. (3) - S1x08 - I Could Have Danced All Night
484. (3) - S1x08 - Thong Song
485. (3) - S1x10 - Lean On Me
486. (3) - S1x11 - Don't Make Me Over
487. (3) - S1x12 - Jump
488. (3) - S1x14 - Gives You Hell
489. (3) - S1x14 - Hello
490. (3) - S1x15 - Borderline/Open Your Heart
491. (3) - S1x17 - Total Eclipse of the Heart
492. (3) - S1x17 - Ice Ice Baby
493. (3) - S1x20 - Beth
494. (3) - S1x21 - Loser
495. (3) - S1x21 - Good Vibrations
496. (3) - S2x03 - Only the Good Die Young
497. (3) - S2x04 - Lucky
498. (3) - S2x10 - You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch
499. (3) - S2x10 - The Most Wonderful Day of the Year
500. (3) - S2x12 - Firework
501. (3) - S2x12 - My Funny Valentine
502. (3) - S2x16 - Hell to the No
503. (3) - S2x16 - Big Ass Heart
504. (3) - S2x16 - Trouty Mouth
505. (3) - S2x19 - Never Going Back Again
506. (3) - S2x20 - Isn't She Lovely
507. (3) - S3x03 - Run the World (Girls)
508. (3) - S3x04 - Last Friday Night
509. (3) - S3x04 - Waiting for a Girl Like You
510. (3) - S3x05 - One Hand, One Heart
511. (3) - S3x06 - Hot for Teacher
512. (3) - S3x07 - I Kissed a Girl
513. (3) - S3x11 - Black or White
514. (3) - S3x12 - Bamboleo/Hero
515. (3) - S3x14 - Stand
516. (3) - S3x16 - How Deep Is Your Love
517. (3) - S3x16 - Night Fever
518. (3) - S3x18 - The Music of the Night
519. (3) - S3x18 - Cry
520. (3) - S3x19 - Big Girls Don't Cry
521. (3) - S3x21 - We Are the Champions
522. (3) - S3x21 - It's All Coming Back to Me Now
523. (3) - S3x22 - Glory Days
524. (3) - S3x22 - Forever Young
525. (3) - S4x01 - Never Say Never
526. (3) - S4x01 - New York State of Mind
527. (3) - S4x02 - Hold It Against Me
528. (3) - S4x05 - Blow Me (One Last Kiss)
529. (3) - S4x05 - Born to Hand Jive
530. (3) - S4x07 - Superman
531. (3) - S4x08 - Live While We're Young
532. (3) - S4x08 - Gangnam Style
533. (3) - S4x09 - Something Stupid
534. (3) - S4x09 - All That Jazz
535. (3) - S4x15 - Unchained Melody
536. (3) - S4x15 - Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend/Material Girl
537. (3) - S4x15 - In Your Eyes
538. (3) - S4x18 - Your Song
539. (3) - S4x18 - More Than Words
540. (3) - S4x19 - You Have More Friends Than You Know
541. (3) - S4x20 - You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'
542. (3) - S4x22 - Hall of Fame
543. (3) - S4x22 - Wings
544. (3) - S5x01 - Drive My Car
545. (3) - S5x02 - Revolution
546. (3) - S5x03 - If I Die Young
547. (3) - S5x06 - My Life
548. (3) - S5x08 - Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree
549. (3) - S5x11 - More Than a Feeling
550. (3) - S5x11 - I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
551. (3) - S5x12 - Keep Holding On
552. (3) - S5x14 - Don't Sleep in the Subway
553. (3) - S5x17 - Who Are You Now
554. (3) - S5x19 - Werewolves of London
555. (3) - S5x19 - I Melt with You
556. (3) - S5x20 - Girls on Film
557. (3) - S6x02 - Problem
558. (3) - S6x03 - You Learn/You've Got a Friend
559. (3) - S6x05 - It Must Have Been Love
560. (3) - S6x05 - All Out of Love
561. (3) - S6x06 - I'll Never Fall in Love Again
562. (3) - S6x09 - Uptown Funk
563. (3) - S6x10 - The Final Countdown
564. (3) - S6x11 - Mickey
565. (2) - S1x01 - Can't Fight This Feeling
566. (2) - S1x02 - Take a Bow
567. (2) - S1x04 - Tonight
568. (2) - S1x08 - Bust A Move
569. (2) - S1x10 - I'll Stand By You
570. (2) - S1x13 - You Can't Always Get What You Want
571. (2) - S1x14 - Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen, Hello Love
572. (2) - S1x15 - Burning Up
573. (2) - S2x01 - Getting to Know You
574. (2) - S2x02 - The Only Exception
575. (2) - S2x05 - Planet, Schmanet, Janet
576. (2) - S2x06 - One Love (People Get Ready)
577. (2) - S2x09 - The Living Years
578. (2) - S2x10 - We Need a Little Christmas
579. (2) - S2x13 - I Know What Boys Like
580. (2) - S2x15 - Kiss
581. (2) - S2x16 - Only Child
582. (2) - S2x20 - Friday
583. (2) - S2x20 - Jar of Hearts
584. (2) - S2x22 - I Love New York/New York, New York
585. (2) - S3x02 - Somewhere
586. (2) - S3x06 - You and I/You and I
587. (2) - S3x07 - I'm the Only One
588. (2) - S3x08 - Red Solo Cup
589. (2) - S3x11 - Ben
590. (2) - S3x11 - I Just Can't Stop Loving You
591. (2) - S3x12 - Don't Wanna Lose You
592. (2) - S3x12 - Sexy and I Know It
593. (2) - S3x13 - Home
594. (2) - S3x14 - Fly/I Believe I Can Fly
595. (2) - S3x14 - Here's to Us
596. (2) - S3x14 - Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You)
597. (2) - S3x16 - More Than a Woman
598. (2) - S3x16 - Stayin' Alive
599. (2) - S3x18 - The Rain in Spain
600. (2) - S3x19 - What Makes You Beautiful
601. (2) - S3x19 - Love You Like a Love Song
602. (2) - S3x20 - Mean
603. (2) - S3x20 - I Won't Give Up
604. (2) - S4x03 - Celebrity Skin
605. (2) - S4x04 - Give Your Heart a Break
606. (2) - S4x05 - Juke Box Hero
607. (2) - S4x08 - Come See About Me
608. (2) - S4x09 - Being Good Isn't Good Enough
609. (2) - S4x09 - O Holy Night
610. (2) - S4x10 - Jingle Bell Rock
611. (2) - S4x11 - I Only Have Eyes for You
612. (2) - S4x13 - Make No Mistake (She's Mine)
613. (2) - S4x14 - You're All I Need to Get By
614. (2) - S4x19 - Don't Stop Believin' (Rachel)
615. (2) - S4x20 - We Will Rock You
616. (2) - S4x20 - Everybody Hurts
617. (2) - S5x02 - Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
618. (2) - S5x05 - Blurred Lines
619. (2) - S5x05 - You Are Woman, I Am Man
620. (2) - S5x06 - Honesty
621. (2) - S5x06 - Piano Man
622. (2) - S5x06 - You May Be Right
623. (2) - S5x06 - An Innocent Man
624. (2) - S5x06 - Movin' Out (Anthony's Song)
625. (2) - S5x07 - The Fox
626. (2) - S5x11 - Vacation
627. (2) - S5x12 - Valerie
628. (2) - S5x14 - Best Day of My Life
629. (2) - S5x18 - Piece of My Heart
630. (2) - S5x20 - No Time At All
631. (2) - S5x20 - Glitter in the Air
632. (2) - S6x04 - Bitch
633. (2) - S6x05 - Father Figure
634. (2) - S6x07 - All About That Bass
635. (2) - S6x08 - I'm So Excited
636. (2) - S6x09 - Break Free
637. (2) - S6x10 - Rather Be
638. (2) - S6x13 - The Winner Takes It All
639. (1) - S1x02 - I Say a Little Prayer
640. (1) - S1x03 - I Wanna Sex You Up
641. (1) - S1x05 - Cabaret
642. (1) - S1x07 - No Air
643. (1) - S1x08 - What A Girl Wants
644. (1) - S1x10 - (You're Having My Baby)
645. (1) - S1x10 - Crush
646. (1) - S1x14 - Highway to Hell
647. (1) - S1x15 - What It Feels Like for a Girl
648. (1) - S1x21 - Another One Bites the Dust
649. (1) - S1x22 - Bohemian Rhapsody
650. (1) - S2x01 - Billionaire
651. (1) - S2x01 - Every Rose Has Its Thorn
652. (1) - S2x04 - Don't Go Breaking My Heart
653. (1) - S2x07 - Conjunction Junction
654. (1) - S2x08 - Ohio
655. (1) - S2x09 - Hey, Soul Sister
656. (1) - S2x13 - This Little Light of Mine
657. (1) - S2x14 - My Headband
658. (1) - S2x16 - Jesus Is My Friend
659. (1) - S2x20 - Rolling in the Deep
660. (1) - S2x22 - My Cup
661. (1) - S3x01 - Big Spender
662. (1) - S3x04 - Bein' Green
663. (1) - S3x04 - Take Care of Yourself
664. (1) - S3x05 - Tonight
665. (1) - S3x07 - Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
666. (1) - S3x09 - Blue Christmas
667. (1) - S3x12 - A Little Less Conversation
668. (1) - S3x13 - You're the Top
669. (1) - S3x13 - Chapel of Love
670. (1) - S4x01 - Sister Christian
671. (1) - S4x02 - Gimme More
672. (1) - S4x08 - Whistle
673. (1) - S4x10 - Feliz Navidad
674. (1) - S4x11 - Baby Got Back
675. (1) - S4x19 - Fight for Your Right (to Party)
676. (1) - S4x19 - Next to Me
677. (1) - S4x22 - To Love You More
678. (1) - S4x22 - Rainbow Connection
679. (1) - S5x03 - Fire and Rain
680. (1) - S5x03 - No Surrender
681. (1) - S5x08 - O Christmas Tree
682. (1) - S5x11 - Mr. Roboto/Counting Stars
683. (1) - S5x11 - I Love LA
684. (1) - S5x12 - Raise Your Glass
685. (1) - S5x12 - Happy
686. (1) - S5x17 - NYC
687. (1) - S5x18 - The Rose
688. (1) - S6x01 - Sing
689. (1) - S6x01 - Dance the Night Away
690. (1) - S6x01 - Uninvited
691. (1) - S6x02 - Viva Voce
692. (1) - S6x04 - Rock Lobster
693. (1) - S6x04 - Whip It
694. (1) - S6x05 - My Sharona
695. (1) - S6x05 - You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)
696. (1) - S6x07 - You Give Love a Bad Name
697. (1) - S6x07 - Same Love
698. (1) - S6x08 - Hey Ya!
699. (1) - S6x10 - Far From Over
700. (1) - S6x10 - The Trolley Song
701. (1) - S6x11 - We Built This City
702. (1) - S6x11 - Listen to Your Heart
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