#jo my darling pal

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𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙵𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙴𝙳 | bartender!dean winchester

Summary: Dean Winchester needs a job after his little brother left for Stanford, and he’s good at mixing drinks. You happen to work at Harvelle’s Roadhouse, which is the place he chose to work at. He finds a family. He finds a new life. But he also finds you. But you have problems of your own.

A/N - My first reader series, do make sure to comment and/or reblog feedback. Set with S1/2 Dean cause I love our baby boy 😁 and pretend group chats exist on old phones lol

SERIES MASTERLIST

one - gin and tonic

Harvelle’s Roadhouse.

It was rather a homely place, with the constant chatter of the different people that stop by for a quick drink, the tunes playing from the jukebox, followed by the clatter of pool cues that ended with the clinking and tappings of glass on glass and glass on table. The place was lit with warm light, bulbs hanging from the ceiling and the distinct musk of whiskey, vodka and tequila that burned people’s throats without the liquid even going down them. It was chaotic.

It was home.

You shared a look with Jo, who was busy serving a passer-by with a cheery smile on her face while Ellen was walking a first-time drinker through the right options, rather than ordering fifty at once and getting so hammered that you three would have to drag them off the floor of the bar and mop up their sick. You sneakily poured a shot for yourself, downing it before anyone but Jo had a chance to see what you were doing and washing out the shot glass. You were a bartendress, you could hold your liquor without a problem.

“Hey.” Jo nudged you after serving a whiskey and nodded to the opposite corner, where a clearly wasted man was trying to grope a poor girl passing by, grabbing her wrist and trying to tug her back with slurred words and bedroom eyes. The sight made your blood boil and your hand itch to reach for the baseball bat that laid behind the counter. “Reckon we should 86 ‘em?”

“I don’t think there should be reckon anything.” You frowned, pursing your lips. “Dude needs to go.” You kept your eyes on the guy, while your co-worker and good friend Benny approached you two with narrowed blue eyes and cap pulled low over his brow.

“Everythin’ alright here, darlings?” He drawled, and his eyes follow the trajectory of yours and Jo’s until he finds the drunk man across the room, a small hum of acknowledgment leaving his mouth. “Y’all can relax. I’ll handle this-”

“Hey, pal?” A hand with a silver ring on it gripped the shoulder of you guys’ target, the voice sounding a bit stern. The hand was connected to a leather jacket-clad arm, which was worn by a man who was about 6’ 1” in height, and rather devastatingly handsome. He had sandy blonde hair and startling green eyes, with pouty pink lips and rather a defined jaw. He was built well, and clearly benched or at least worked out. You found yourself staring at his easy smile that masked some well-controlled anger towards the guy. “The lady doesn’t want you touching her. I’d hate for that handsome face of yours to be ruined.” The sarcasm in the comment got you grinning, and also got Benny over to the scene to roughly take the drunk dude’s hand off the girl, pulling him up and throwing him out while Jo ducked out from the counter to take care of the poor thing and get her a drink.

You found the stranger who helped Benny out at the counter, eyes twinkling as he looked into yours with a grin that twinkled in the light of the flickering bulb above your heads that you quickly twisted and got properly working again. “Harvelle’s Roadhouse, what can I get you today?” You greeted automatically, giving the man a smile that held a hint of gratitude. Gratitude, yes, but your eyes betrayed knowing. You could see the lost look in his eyes, almost searching for a place, and your heart went out to him. You knew all too well how that felt. All too well.

“A job, hopefully.” He answered with a nervous chuckle, looking down and then up at you with his eyes scanning you almost imperceptibly. “Saw the hiring sign outside, thought I might try my hand here.”

“Well, your hand got lucky.” You grinned, tapping the counter twice to get Ellen’s attention while she was serving another customer. “Can I get a name?”

“That’d be helpful.” He smirked, then put out his hand for you to shake. “Dean Winchester.” You shook his hand while giving him your name in return, Ellen stepping to stand beside you.

“We got a new hire, huh?” She chuckled, shaking Dean’s hand. “Hi, I’m Ellen. I run the place.”

“Dean. Winchester.” The name made Ellen’s eyebrows raise in surprise, and yours did too in curiosity. She seemed to know Dean, and that intrigued you.

“You’re one of John Winchester’s boys.” Ellen noted, which made Dean look between you and Ellen, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer.

“You know my old man?” He asked curiously, his emerald eyes almost giving a puppy-dog look as he addressed Ellen, his hands clasped on the counter in front of him.

“John stopped by often, was like family once.” She nodded with a soft smile. “Also knew you through Bobby, also a regular. Said you were a good kid. Well, I guess you’ve met our golden girl.” Ellen gestured to you with a tender hand, patting your shoulder. “She makes the meanest Cosmo around. She’ll show you ‘round, get you acquainted with the rules and regulations and also introduce you to the others working this shift. Take him through it, sweetie.” Ellen moved away to serve more customers, while you lifted up the gate to the counter to allow him inside. Dean stepped in, already looking mesmerised by the atmosphere and simultaneously the large selection of hard liquor to get through. Jo and Benny left their posts, strolling over to join you two.

“A new hire.” Benny held his hand out for Dean to shake. “Benjamin Lafitte, brother, but call me Benny.” Benny took one look at shared a look with you; he saw it too. The need of a metaphorical map in this stranger’s minuscule mannerisms. He was in need of support, and even though you two didn’t know what for, you were happy to give it.

“Benny, got it.” Dean shook Benny’s hand with an easy grin. “Dean Winchester, but call me Dean.” He turned to Jo, his eyes flicking up and down her as he’d done with you, and you noted that it might be a natural thing for him. Checking out pretty ladies. “And who might you be?”

“Jo.” She shook his hand, flicking her blonde hair out of her face.

“Don’t be shy, Joanna Beth.” Benny teased, piquing Dean’s interest.

“Joanna Beth?” He repeated with raised eyebrows and a small smirk.

“It’s just… Jo.” Jo chuckled, swatting Benny’s shoulder. “Ignore him.”

“Duly noted.” Dean nodded, then Benny took his shoulder. Their eyes met, and Benny’s lips twisted into a smirk.

“One question for you, brother.” Benny drawled in his slow accent, his eyebrow raising under the cap. “Can you handle your liquor?”

“I can mix ‘em and drink ‘em, if that’s what you’re getting at.” Dean answered confidently, that devilish grin still on his face.

“Then you’ll fit right in.” You clapped his shoulder- his surprisingly muscular shoulder - and brought him over to show him the ropes. “Initiation’s gonna be fun.”

Later on, when the Roadhouse closed up and all the patrons were out, we gathered around the bar. You introduced Dean to your resident party animal, Ash, who was busy being a genius in his room out back. You all were relaxing with glasses of whiskey, making sure to make Dean feel at home. He fit in well, and had instantly become a popular with the ladies and Benny’s new partner in crime. Jo pulled out ten shot glasses, which made everyone but Dean whoop and clap their hands.

“Time for initiation, young man.” Ellen cackled, taking out a bottle of bourbon, scotch, hard whiskey, vodka and tequila. Dean stared at the five bottles in confusion as they filled up the shot glasses, two shots per bottle in the order described.

“Complete this test and you’re officially one of us.” Jo smiled, pushing all of them forward in a neat line while you prepared a stopwatch. Dean registered all of the five drinks lined up with a small smirk, and then glanced around at the others in the room.

Had everyone done this before?

The prospect was thrilling. Getting to be part of a surrogate family that seemed to be so… happy. Especially since Sammy had left for Stanford and his old man wasn’t the keenest where he was concerned, being a part of this was all he wanted.

“All you have to do is down all ten of these shots within forty five seconds.” You grinned, holding up the stopwatch. “Level one is bourbon. Then scotch. Then you have hard whiskey, but not too strong. After that’s some tangy vodka, and you have the final level. Our strongest tequila.”

“Strong as hell. Beauty’s got a kick.” Benny whistled, then nudged you. “Remember when Bela thought she could handle more of that stuff and was passed out on the pool table five minutes later?”

“Like it was yesterday.” You laughed, then gestured to Dean. “Take your mark, soldier.” Dean stepped up to the counter, assessing the situation with careful, determined green eyes. They always seemed to captivate you. That and his winning smile. He’d taken off his leather jacket, which was over a blue flannel and grey undershirt. He had a boyish charm to him that you couldn’t help but warm up to as well. “Ready?”

“Born ready.” He nodded, mentally preparing himself as he took a deep breath, waiting for his cue. Then when there was the loud shout of ‘go’, he started slamming back the shots, the liquid burning his throat as we went. The bourbon and scotch were easy, the whiskey went down quicker than expected, but he faltered slightly on the vodka, the tang making one of his eyes close instinctively.

It felt like a goddamn barrage of sour candies at once.

However, Dean braved it and threw back the other, picking up the tequila and downing the first one. The burn made him cough and shake his head as the room went off kilter for a moment, but he grabbed the other and took it down in half a second before slamming the glass down on the table. You stopped the timer, and Dean straightened up as he got what felt like a million claps on the back. He met your eyes with a wide grin that matched yours, gratefully downing the glass of water that Ellen gave him before letting out a whoosh of breath.

“You’re one of us, brother.” Benny chuckled deep, gripping his shoulder. Dean couldn’t help but think about how mismatched this little gang was. There was mama bear Ellen, who doted on everyone as well as being a badass in her own right, mother of the sweetly fierce Jo, or Joanna Beth, who could flash a sweet smile at one point but stare daggers the next that can chill bones. Benny, with his distinct cap and fashion sense, paired with the slow drawl of an accent and rough-around-the-edges demeanour.

And then there was you. By what he knew of you, you were a firecracker. Cheeky smiles and a confident way of moving about pairing beautifully with your suave way of handling and mixing drinks. Paired amazingly, like a gin and tonic, or vodka and soda. Beginner’s drinks, but a classic and something he’d walk back to every time. Or maybe you were like whiskey on the tongue. You had an almost irresistible burn to you. Maybe a bourbon, with the hint of sweetness to your demeanour.

Ah, he’d find out someday.

You woke up the next morning, in the bed that was in your room at the Roadhouse to a texts from the group chat you all had, which didn’t include Ellen otherwise she’d chastise you all for the messages you left on there sometimes. You knew that today would be rather an eventful day, since Bela, Meg and Ruby were coming to work on your shift. The trio were alike in every sense of the word, but there was a respective increase in the level of savagery. Bela was smoothly rude, in either a way you couldn’t fault her for or one that you just couldn’t argue back to. Meg could roast you without a second thought but she made it sound like charisma, which it was, rather than outright hatred. If she wanted to, however, she could let you know she hated you. Ruby was just downright honest. Brutally honest in every way possible, but she couldn’t help but be one of your best friends. For all her sharp insults and snarky comments, she just had a wow factor you couldn’t ignore.

Since Dean was in need of a place to stay, Benny graciously offered to let the newcomer stay over. You and Benny had found the Roadhouse together, and you knew a lost soul when you saw one. A kindred spirit. You’d lived at the Roadhouse, courtesy of Ellen and Jo, and even when it wasn’t your shift, you always managed to make it there for a good day of relaxing, laughing and playing pool and maybe poker. Today, since it was a Sunday, the Roadhouse closed early, which meant you all could play random games and jam to karaoke and old songs on the jukebox.

You checked the messages on your phone, snickering at how many there were. But what caught you off guard was the latest one.

Queen B: Alright, what’s the deal with the new guy? Is he hot?

You: Bela, chill. Don’t go hitting on Dean already.

Megolodon: Dean? Even his name sounds sexy as hell

Ruby-gina George: Y’all are desperate

You: Right? Jesus, you haven’t even met the guy yet

Queen B: I call dibs on him 😉 Megolodon: I hope he has a brother, if you know what I mean 😏 older or younger I don’t mind at all, but I prefer younger

Ruby-Gina George: We haven’t even seen him yet

You: Stop thirsting over a guy you haven’t met

Queen B: You’ve seen him- is he hot?

Megolodon: C’mon, spill

Queen B: IS. HE. HOT

You: You two need to STOP

Ruby-Gina George: Touch freakin’ grass

Ben Dover: Leave the poor girl alone, Bela, she needs a breather

You: FINE. He’s attractive, alright

Queen B: HE’S MINE

Megolodon: Dibs on his brother

ScarJo: My god, stop blowing up my phone or mom will see these messages and fire us all

Queen B: Worth it

Megolodon: Yeah, I’m cool with that, just give me the hot bartender’s brother, please and thank you

Casanova: Who are we talking about? I’m confused.

Ben Dover: New hire

Casanova: Ah.

You shook your head, shoving your phone in your pocket as you stood up, heading over to the cupboard. You pulled out a red plaid shirt, taking off your tank and pulling the chosen clothing item on, doing up the buttons before heading to your mirror and trying to tame your hair for the first time in ages. Eventually, you settled on a simple rope braid that still had a few strands coming out of it, taking off your sweatpants and replacing them for jeans. Rolling up your sleeves to your elbows as you went, you zoned out while staring at the silver band on your finger with a snake engraving.

The delicate welts in the ring.

You weren’t married, no, but it was a part of where you came from. You weren’t proud of your history. The one part of it that came out good was your siblingship with Benny.

You met the sunshine streaming through the window, along with the sight of Dean already working at the bar. His flannel’s sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his hair was short and spiky and he wore a soft smile on his face that suited him. However, his eyes flickered to a girl at the bar you knew all too well. What with her penchant for the finer things in life, hence the perfectly styled brown hair and clever green eyes, complete with a British accent.

Bela Talbot.

She was giving Dean what looked like bedroom eyes until his eyes flickered over to you, his face lighting up instantly with a chuckle at whatever she was saying. You seemed to pick up your sleepy mood as well, returning the grin. Bela smirked slightly, pumping her eyebrows twice as she took a sip of her wine. Wine in the morning. It made you grin at your friend.

How very Bela.

“Mornin’, sweetheart.” Dean rumbled, his morning voice sounding deep and rich. “Sleep well?”

“Slept great, thanks.” You replied softly, pouring yourself a glass of water and sipping it. “You settle in ok? At Benny’s?”

He nodded. “Oh, yeah.” He chuckled a bit, looking down with a bashful smile and a bite of his lip. “He’s great. And it’s great at his place.”

“Had I come earlier, I would offer you a bed at my place.” Bela smirked, then winked playfully rather than flirtatiously. “There’s only one, but I wouldn’t mind sharing.” The comment got a laugh out of both Dean and you, knowing it was all in good fun.

“An offer that I probably wouldn’t refuse.” Dean replied with a suave tone that had Bela grinning at you, nudging you before pointing at Dean with a manicured finger.

“I like him. He’s funny.”

“Good to know.”

“Well, you’re quite a handsome one.” Meg swayed up to the counter, dark brown hair swaying as her equally as dark eyes scanned Dean. She delicately put out her hand for him to shake. “Hi. Meg Masters, darling.”

“Dean Winchester.” Dean shook her hand with a sideways look, seeming rather flattered by the attention of so many women. “And thank you.”

“Just for research purposes-”

“Meg, don’t say it.” You whispered, but she waved you off with a sultry chuckle, her eyes focusing on Dean as she stole a bottle of vodka from behind the bar, pouring a shot which she threw back expertly.

“Do you have a brother? Out of curiosity.” She asked blatantly, smiling innocently at Dean, but you knew the smile wasn’t so incredibly innocent. Meg was like a demon; she corrupts easily. But she was a loveable little devil.

“Oh, shut up, we don’t have to be so touchy feely and up close.” Ruby groaned as she walked in, blonde hair swinging. “And get me a shot of tequila, it was a long and insufferable car ride.”

“You must be Ruby.” Dean noted, pointing at Ruby and smirking slightly. “Bela’s given me the rundown on who’s who. And yeah, I do have a younger brother. Sammy. He’s a dork.”

“Even better.” Meg winked as she poured Ruby a shot of tequila and passing it to her. “Where’s Benny at? I need my daily dose of that accent otherwise I might go insane.”

“You’ve already got the image of the newbie’s little brother so far up your ass, I’m surprised you remembered Benny.” Ruby snorted, taking her shot. “He’s out bein’ errand boy with Ellen and Jo. Texted him when I got here.”

“Earning some brownie points, are we?” Bela giggled. “How very like our suave gentleman.”

“Wine before breakfast.” You quipped, sipping your water. “How very like our expensive Brit, hm?” A round of laughter came from everyone around you, including Bela.

“You got me there.” She sighed playfully, sipping her wine. “Damn you.”

“Damn me.” You winked back, and then a nervous chuckle came from Dean.

“Don’t mean to be a downer on the party, ladies, but I’m feelin’ kind of out of place here.” He gave you all a nervous smile, and the lost puppy look was starting to come out again. You laid a comforting hand on his forearm, tilting your head.

“Don’t worry about it.” You smiled softly, letting out a breath through your nose. “We all love you already. Even if these three are too much.”

“Too much looks good on me, biatches.” Ruby added with a drawl, which got a grin out of Dean and you.

“We get it, Ruby.” You giggled, then glanced back at up Dean and his gorgeous green eyes. “You’re doing great, Dean. Don’t sweat it too much.” The comment got a suggestive ‘ooh’ out of the other three girls in the room, which had you and Dean looking to the counter and the floor respectively with dumb grins on your faces.

“BREAKFAST!” Startled all of you when Ellen walked in with Benny and Jo, the women holding two grocery bags while Benny carried four, most likely out of pure gentlemanliness.

You shared a soft look with Dean, followed by a reassuring pat on his forearm before you stood up and moved to help Benny with the bags. He glanced down at his forearm with a slight smile, fighting off a blush as his tongue darted out to lick his lips. His hand rubbed over the spot before he got to unpacking the grocery bags, feeling assured. Feeling safe.

Feeling like he was part of a family.

bDe: so this is the group chat, huh

You: Hey, Dean 👋

bDe: hey, sweetheart ;)

Ruby-gina George: Where did SWEETHEART come from

Queen B: You wish you were someone’s sweetheart, Rubes

Ruby-gina George: In your dreams, Bell-bottoms

Queen B: But you hate bell bottoms

Ruby-gina George: Exactly 😊

bDe: are they always like this

Ben Dover: You get used to it, brother

You: It’s all uphill from here

Casanova: Can someone please tell me the name of the new hire? I need to add him to my contacts.

bDe: dean winchester

Casanova: Thank you. I am Castiel Novak.

ScarJo: Cas, the perfect spelling, punctuation and grammar is NOT necessary

You: Yeah, how can you type that without getting bored

Casanova: How do you type without perfect spelling, punctuation and grammar?

Megolodon: We just type, Cassie baby, it’s not that hard

Queen B: Even I don’t type that fancy, and I’m British

Ruby-gina George: Part fancy Brit, part asshole

Queen B: I hate you

Ruby-gina George: You’re such a flirt

You: Like I said, Dean, uphill from here

ScarJo: Yeah, doesn’t get much worse than this

bDe: nah this right here is gold

Ben Dover: *eats popcorn*

bDe: can I have some

Ben Dover: sure, brother

You: All of you are unhinged- @Casanova are you gonna be there on your shift tomorrow

Casanova: Yes, I am.

Queen B: Our dear Cas, bland texter by day, expert mojito mixer at night

ScarJo: Sounds accurate to me

Casanova: I hate you all.

You : You love us ☺️

Casanova: I suppose that’s true.

After closing, everyone had gone to their respective houses, or so you thought. You were about to change and get into bed after a long day of supervising the bar in case Dean needed help or the girls were being far too flirty for their own good, but then you heard clinking glass from downstairs that piqued your interest. You prepared to grab the baseball bat from the cupboard on the landing as you crept out, but only heard the humming of a low voice you recognised as Dean. You walked into the main bar to find him cleaning the glasses, the clink coming from when he set them down with the others. But he heard you enter, and he looked up with the washcloth still held in his large hand. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Dean, what are you…” You quickly moved to his side, ducking under the counter and taking the cloth. “Why are you here so late?”

“Thought I should clear up. It makes a good first impression.” He shrugged, and you got the whiff of ‘I’m lost and just want to fit in’ again. Dean mentioned a brother yesterday, so it had you wondering why he found the Roadhouse in the first place. Everyone was a lost soul who came here to work. Castiel divorced his wife and left his daughter, and needed a job after he was fired. Ruby left her abusive family, and Meg was in a toxic relationship. Bela had been on the run from her family and had become a pocket thief in the process until Ellen gave her a place at the Roadhouse. As for you and Benny, well, that was a topic neither of you were fans of touching that topic.

“You don’t have to work for that, Dean.” You reassured, squeezing his shoulder. “You’re already fitting in. Just don’t change yourself for insecurity’s sake. It’s gonna bite you in the ass later.”

“Good to know.” Dean chuckled, fiddling with the ring on his finger. “And I prefer my ass to be unbitten.”

“Don’t we all.” You joked, then gave him a smile. “C’mon, if you really wanna make a good impression, then get some rest.”

“You sure?” He frowned a little, his hand twitching to take the cloth from your hands, but you moved it further away. “I could help out, y’know.”

“Not that we don’t want you here, it’s just that we value physical well-being. And mental.”

“Gotcha.” He laughed, nodding as he picked his jacket off the coat hook. “Are you absolutely sure?” Dean wore a concerned look on his face, not wanting to leave you alone to do work. “I could save you some time.”

“I’m gonna drag Bela, Meg and Ruby’s asses to do this.” You chuckled, setting the cloth down on the counter. Dean felt comfortable as hell around you. Maybe it was because you were the first one he knew at the Roadhouse. “Go on, get.”

“Alright, alright, Jesus.” He took out his keys, winking smoothly. “Have a nice night, darlin’.”

“You too, Dean.” You waved as he left, a minute later the loud purr of a car, crunching gravel and screeching tyres gracing your ears.

3:00AM

Queen B: Anyone awake, I’m boredddddd

Megolodon: Same girlie

Ruby-gina George: Some people value their sanity you know

Ben Dover: Why are you up at 3am

bDe: so much for being told to get some sleep

You: You two are insufferable

Casanova: We have work tomorrow.

Queen B: Ohh god, I’m so drunnnnkkkkk

ScarJo: How much hard liquor have you had?

Queen B: Mmmmmmmaybe three

Queen B: b9ttles of tequ8la You: Three WHAT

Ruby-gina George: She’s so slammed she’s typing numbers

Megolodon: Awesome

Ben Dover: Bela, darling, where are you

Queen B: in your lap

bDe: damn

NEXT UP:

“So, darlin’, what do you do in your free time?” Dean asked you, cleaning out a glass with a rag and shooting a wink to a couple of giggling girls nearby. You poured a whiskey for a patron, sliding it across the table.

“Well, I’m a big fan of joyrides.” You answered with a goofy grin. “My Mustang’s always fun to take a spin in.” The mention of your Mustang got Dean’s eyebrows up to his hairline as he pointed out of the window.

“That beaut’s yours?” He exclaimed in disbelief, laughing. “Damn. That’s a serious muscle car.”

“Yeah, my Valkyrie. Val’s my sweetheart, always will be.” You looked up wistfully at the mention of your beloved car. “And your Chevy Impala, she’s absolutely gorgeous. I could listen to her purr all day.”

“That’s my Baby.” He bore the same wistful look you did, then nudged you. “We should take ‘em out for spins. Y’know, joyrides.”

“You sure?” You chuckled, looking up at him. “I don’t drive easy.”

“Even better.” He gave you a little wink paired with a click of his tongue. He flipped a bottle in his hand, pouring a whiskey shot expertly and handing it to you. “Ma’am.”

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Anytime I think about Steve, Eddie, Chrissy or Robin as famous musicians, I have to hold myself back from adding a shit ton of Lady Gaga references.

Like in the 2010s Lady Gaga appeared for an mtv music award show as this rugged, unkept greaser type character she made up named jo calderone. He's kinda known as "Lady Gaga's boyfriend that is also lady Gaga in drag". Steve Harrington, teen popstar trying to get away from his overbearing label would show up to the red carpet in drag as Amanda Miller, the girlfriend his label chose for him. She is dressed how they have their other popstar darling, Chrissy Cunningham dress. Amanda Miller later shows up in one of his music videos after he leaves the label. Both appearances of Amanda Miller cause mass bi panic online.

Speaking of fellow teen popstar Chrissy Cunningham, she starts openly thanking God and the Gays for the successes in her career. The label hates it, but they deal or else she's not gonna thank God either, causing problems with her religious fanbase(the impact of only letting her make ultra clean love songs for years). Also the idea of Chrissy disrespecting the interviewers who disrespect her is so healing. Think about it. Like yeah she ate that guy's script, and she'd do it again if he asks about her diet.

For rockstar eddie? So in Lady Gaga's song government hooker there's a spoken bit(not the jfk line the "back up and turn around" one). Those lines are spoken by Gaga's bodyguard Pete, who has a very thick Dutch accent after Lady gaga suddenly brought the idea that he be the "pervy robot voice" up during production.

Like Eddie would so do this, as I think creating songs gives him a lot of almost maniacal energy. Also for this one, the bodyguard is Italian Steve, but he's Jeff's bodyguard who Eddie's been constantly flirting with. That's perfectly fine by Eddie's actual bodyguard, who needs "a damn second to fucking breathe, you hyperactive bastard".

Indie rock vocalist Robin Buckley would have an album where she sings in like four different languages outside of English like lady Gaga did in born this way. And also sing in other languages fairly often. It's most often in French(like lady Gaga does), but every time Robin starts singing in a language that isn't English, the fans will scramble to figure out what tongue she's singing/speaking in now and what is she saying? What does google translate say she's saying?

There's paparazzi photos of vocalist Robin standing next to Jeff from Corroded Coffin but she's chatting in Italian with... his body guard? Apparently they met as teenagers on a trip abroad and became best friends then pen pals after. But we guess it evens out as robin's makeup artist/one woman glam team was best friends with Eddie in high school? And she won the prom queen tiara that CC wears in their iconic album cover. I dunno, just something that's been haunting my brain.

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Could you please write numbers 9 and 26 from the 30 Days of Domestic Fluff list? For Rosie and Jo please ☺️

Thank you love! ❤️

Sweet nonny, thank you! This was a lot of fun to write💗

Prompts are from this list & my inbox is always open for requests

More Rosie & Jo under the cut, my chickies!

The front door slammed shut, startling Jo from her quiet reverie, and causing her to jump. A quiet groan followed as she sat up halfway, her gaze landing on Rosie as he entered the living room to find her on their couch, stocking feet hanging over the edge.

“Oh honey pie, still?” He sighed by way of greeting, dropping his briefcase in the arm chair before crossing the room to her.

“Mhmm,” Jo groaned, dropping back onto the couch. “I’m sorry Robbie, I started dinner and the smell of it just-“

“Shh, don’t worry about dinner. I can figure something out.”

“What the hell is wrong with me?” she sighed, letting Rosie lift her head from the pillows she was carefully balanced on, before he sat and placed her head in his lap.

“You’re kind of warm, Jo,” he murmured, hand pressed to her cheek. “And a bit clammy.”

“I’m disgusting is what I am.” She nuzzled her head into his lap, finding warmth there.

“Let’s get you upstairs and into bed,” Rosie gently sat her up, before getting off the couch. Before Jo could protest, he scooped her up in his arms and began the journey to their bedroom. “And then I’ll make you some peppermint tea, and get you some crackers.”

“Love you,” she pressed her nose against his neck as he climbed the stairs. “I’m sorry I’ve been sick all week.”

“Don’t ever apologize for being sick. I vowed to love you in sickness and in health, remember?”

“I remember, but did we vow to love the other when they’ve been hugging the bowl for a week?”

Rosie could only chuckle as he sat her down on their bed, before he turned to the dresser to find her a pair of pajamas. When he turned back to her with her favorite pair of his flannel pajamas in hand, he knew he had made the right decision based on her smile.

“Thank you darling.”

“You’re welcome,” he placed the pajamas next to her on the bed, turning to head for the door. “Get changed, and into bed. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay…”

“Going to make you that tea, and call the doctor. A week of this isn't sitting well with me.”

“Robbie, what if,” she took a deep breath, unsure of what she was about to say would cause her husband to turn as pale as she was. “What if I’m not sick…”

“Jo, you’ve been nauseous and throwing up for four days, how can you think you’re not sick?”

“Because, what if I’m pregnant?”

The room was so silent they could hear a speck of dust hit the floor, and yet, Rosie never wavered. He looked nervous, but so was she, and she couldn’t fault him. When he crossed the room to sit next to her on the bed, she immediately fell into his embrace.

“If you’re pregnant, then I’d better get some more practice in with Little Croz, and Baby Brady.”

“Robbie,” she couldn’t stop her laugh from breaking free. It was weak but ever present. “I’ve been joking all this time that you need practice but I'm not so sure I’m ready yet.”

“Whatever the outcome, we will get there together, I promise.”

“Okay…”

“Now come on, pajamas and bed, Mrs. Rosenthal.”

Once he was satisfied that she was going to get changed, he made his way downstairs and set about making her tea. He found some leftover cheese and crackers from when they hosted the Blakely’s the weekend prior, and resolved to what he used to call a bachelors dinner, before putting some of the plain soda crackers on a plate for her, and fixing the tea.

Setting both to the side, he picked up the phone to call the doctor, but instead found himself dialing the number for their friends down the street. When Harry Crosby picked up the phone, his friend sounded exhausted.

“Crosby residence, this is Harry.”

“Hey pal, it’s Rosie.”

“Oh hell, hey Rosie, how’s it going?”

“Do you, uh, you got a second?”

“Sure, I just put the baby down, and Jean’s up in bed.”

“She alright?”

“Been sick all week. Not sure what’s going on.”

“Jo too, actually. She’s been throwing up since Monday.”

“Ah jeez, Rosie, I hate to say it but, we may be in this for the next nine months.”

“You think… I was about to call the doctor but wanted to uh… well… I’m not sure what to do if Jo is.”

“Pal, call the doctor. Don’t take it from me, I’m exhausted and I’m probably delusional.”

“I’ve seen you exhausted and delusional, Croz. You could barely make words the last time.”

“Still, call the doc, and go from there.”

Rosie quickly hung up with Croz before dialing the phone again, this time for his wife’s doctor. He hated to bother him after hours but he couldn’t stand to see Jo suffer any longer. When the doctor promised to come by first thing in the morning, and Rosie felt satisfied, he made his way back upstairs with the tea and soda crackers. What he found was Jo, curled up on his pillow, sleepy eyes fighting to stay open.

“You should get some sleep,” he placed the cup and plate down on her vanity. “Doc said he’ll be here first thing in the morning.”

“Mhmm…”

“Let me get changed and I’ll come lay with you, okay?”

“Thank you…”

“You don’t need to thank me, I want to take care of you.”

When he was finally under the covers, and had tucked Jo into his chest, did he finally feel her settle. She hadn’t had a solid nights sleep since Sunday- Monday night the start of this, whatever it was- and he just hoped that she’d be able to get the rest she needed.

_________________________________________

He fought her going to work the next day. He was insistent that he stay home with her, especially with the doctor coming in the morning, but she had swore she felt perfectly okay enough to get on with her morning. So, she had promptly ushered him out the door and off to work. Now, it was evening, the doctor had come and gone, and she was waiting for Rosie to come home from work, for them to start their weekend.

“Honey?” She hadn’t heard the front door open. When she looked up from her book, a recommendation from Jules Brady, she could see the worry etched on Rosie’s face.

“Hi!” She grinned, marking her place and standing to give him a kiss.

“Someone looks better,” he sighed in relief, pulling her close. “What did the doctor have to say?”

“That both Jean and I had a very nasty bout of food poisoning,” Jo grumbled. “Must have picked it up at that new cafe we went to on Monday.”

“Oh, Jo…”

“He also mentioned he got a very nervous phone call from Harry Crosby right after you called last night?” She raised an eyebrow at him, and Rosie could tell she truly was feeling back to herself again.

“I might have, ah, called Croz when we thought you were-“

“Mhmm, I see.”

“Sorry, honey, I was just a bit nervous.”

“Well, we have nothing to be nervous about, I’m fine.”

“When the time is right, we’ll know.” Rosie pulled her against his chest, pressing his lips into her hair.

He could feel her smile against his chest, and he knew that it was true. When they had gotten all the practice they needed with their friends' children, Rosie and Jo would make wonderful parents. But for now, they were both very content to hand those babies back at the end of the day.

“Come on,” he urged her back to the couch. “What do you say to something easy for dinner, and a good cuddle.”

“I’d say there’s some bread in the box, and I made some ice tea this afternoon.”

“Ice tea and sandwiches it is!” Rosie grinned, making his way to the kitchen.

“Robbie…”

“You stay, and let me do it. I quite like taking care of you, honey pie.”

“I love you too.” Jo grinned, watching him go.

The sound of the bread box slamming, and Rosie crying out, had her off the couch in a flash.

“Not going to let you make a mess of my kitchen, though, Robert Rosenthal…” she grumbled, following after him.

[soldier-requests]

hii

if you don’t mind could i request a playlist for mirage from ultrakill? if i could be a bit specific i’d like things like machine girl, vocaloid, the ultrakill ost (obv) and things of that sort

thank you if you end up doing the request! ^^

hello!! i don't know ultrakill at all but i made attempts :]. tried to go for a sorta vocaloid metal theme, so hopefully you'll like most of the songs lol. also i only speak english so i apologize if some translations are off ^^;.

songs go like "song" + "artist"

"ヘドバンギャー！!" (Headbanger!!) + "BABYMETAL"

"ギミチョコ！!" (Gimme Chocolate!!) + "BABYMETAL"

"ゆきこさん" (Yukiko) + "ミドリ" (Midori)

"お先に失礼します。" (Pardon Me, I Have to Go Now.) + "HANABIE."

"ごめんね ごめんね " (Gomenne Gomenne) + "Kikuo"

"天国へ行こう" (Let's Go to Heaven) + "Kikuo"

"愛して愛して愛して" (Aishite Aishite Aishite) + "Kikuo"

"あなぐらぐらし " (Anagura-gurashi) + "Kikuo"

"My Time OMORI ver." + "Kikuo" and "Hatsune Miku"

"Beasts" + "thquib" and "Hatsune Miku"

"Hayloft" + "thquib" and "Hatusune Miku" and "GUMI"

"The Court Jester" + "thquib" and "FUKASE"

"MONSTER" + "KIRA" and "GUMI"

"Glass Ocean" + "Machine Girl"

Sin to Win!" + "Machine Girl"

"mos thoser" + "food house" and "Gupi" and "Fraxiom"

"bloodstains" + "100 gecs"

"Coin locker Baby" + "Maretu"

"SIU" + "Maretu"

"Magical Doctor" + "Maretu"

"Tool" + "Maretu"

"DARLING" + "Maretu"

"Pink" + "Maretu"

"NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A" + "Toby Fox"

"Therefor you and me" + "si-o"

"アブノーマリティ･ダンシンガール" (Abnormality Dancin' Girl) + "ぐちり" (Guchiry)

"BUG" + "Kairikibear"

"ベノム" (Venom) + "Kairikibear" and "flower"

"Friday Theme - Crunchy" + "Uglyburger0"

"Amygdala's Rag Doll" + "Ghost and Pals"

"Aura" + "Ghost and Pals"

"Entomologists" + "Ghost and Pals"

"Reckless Battery Burns" + "Ghost and Pals" and "Vane Lily"

"Roleplaying Game" + "soramafuurasaka"

"'Cause I'm a Liar" + "Mcki Robyns-P"

"Traffic Jam" + "NILFRUITS"

"Chemical Burn" + "Sophiaaaahjkl;8901"

"Bitter Choco Decoration" + "syudou"

"SeeU Letter" + "Ankimo"

"The Earth of Planet" + "Man_boo" and "Iroha Nekomura"

"ChuChu Lovely MuniMuni MuraMura PrinPrin Boron Nururu ReroRero" + "MAXIMUM THE HORMONE"

"Gossip" + "Burning Sexuality"

"KING" + "Kanaria"

"Alien Alien" + "Nayutalien"

"ゴチャゴチャうるせー！" (Stop Nagging Me!) + "Owata-P"

"【鬼蜘蛛ト狐ノ獅子ト 】The Spider and the Kitsune-Like Lion" + "CristianMirror"

"エゴイスト" (Egoist) + "Parsley Onuma"

"インモラルアクトレス" (Immoral Actress) + "yuchaP"

"Fucking Freaking Futile Freddy" + "öOoOoOoOoOo"

"Ghost" + "nelward"

"Kawaii Desho" + "Moe Shop"

"Notice" + "Moe Shop" and "TORIENA"

"Lost Umbrella" + "INABAKUMORI"

"help_urself" + "Ezekiel"

"M.I.L.F" + "Funkin' Sound Team" and "Kawai Sprite"

"Team" + "Mag.Lo"

"She's Homeless" + "CreepP"

"World Is Mine" + "AshZone"

"The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku" + "dj-Jo" and "CircusP"

"Mind Brand" + "dj-Jo" and "Kuraiinu"

"コノヨLoading..." (Konoyo Loading) + "Reol"

"劣等上等" (Bring It On) + "Giga"

"輪廻転生" (Reincarnation) + "Mafumafu"

"ロストワンの号哭" (The Lost One's Weeping) + "Neru"

dividers from @/violetbudd and @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[covetyou]

my darling lo, sleepless is what brought me to you, but i stayed because you're so kind and lovely and you make me grin and smile 🩷

the jo to my lo 💛 I can't believe the people who are sleepless pals. the fic with the most terrible picture known to man, but it's kind of iconic now so it has to stay.

ALSO no, stop, you make me grin and smile (literally every Tuesday at 7pm without fail), usually through the medium of Frankie, combined with your sheer kindness and friendliness.

(life happened so I am finally, slowly, getting around to the rest of my "how you found me" asks. sorry!)

[poetic-stuff]

I manifest that a boy to come next door and talk with me by the window and sing mere samne wali khidki me ek chand sa tukda rehta hai, afsos is baat ka ho ki even rain came and gone and clouds thundered and poured but usne meri ek jhalak ke liye tarsa nahi.

even if he exists, my dil bhi like, samne jab vo aata hai kuch bhi kehne se darta hai, mujhe sari raat jagata hai is baat ki tumko khabar nahi ye sirf tumhe pe marta hai.

darling, if I was a shayara, kehti gazal tere ada par, khubsurat baat ye, char pal ka sath ye, saari umar mujhko rahegi yaad.

and if you'll ever be in any trouble then you'll say, jab koi baat bigad jaye jab koi mushkil pad jaye tum dena sath mera oo humnava.

I wonder if any boy thinks of this girl like this, jise dhoondta hu mai har kahi jo kabhi mili mujhe hai nahi, mujhe jiske pyar par ho yakeen vo ladki hai kaha, jise sirf mujhse he pyar ho jo ye kehne ko bhi tayyar ho suno tum he mere dildar ho vo ladki hai kahaaa..

poetic-stuff

[patchworkpuzzle]

IN PREPARATION FOR OUR SPOOK ADVENTURE YOU SHOULD DO A LITTLE DRABBLE OF DEKU'S REACTION TO A HAUNTED HAYRIDE 🥺💜

AHHH JO MY DARLING SWEET MAPLE PAL!!

I am so excited for our little spook adventure! And especially the hayride, so hopefully I can channel that excitement into a cute lil drabble for you! 💛💛💛💛💛

‘It’s just a hayride, just a plain old hayride. I mean what is so scary about hay, right?’

Midoriya kept saying, all in his head, of course, to help ease his sense of mind about the whole thing; and to not worry you. He couldn’t disappoint you, not when you seemed so excited to do this, and even more so with him! How could he back out of this?

He couldn’t.

Which is why he was calming his nerves. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to expect, he had gone a few hayrides in the past when he was a little kid, sitting next to his mom with a pumpkin he had carved himself as he munched on a candy apple and got to see all the cool stuff the farm he was visiting had to offer; all the cool decorations, corn mazes, pumpkin patches, and all the little attractions.

But this was different; this was meant to be scary. And not scary in the way these things were meant for children, no. This attraction and park was made for adults, meaning everything there was going to be way scarier than some guy in poorly done makeup jumping out from a corner for a cheap scare. This…. Well, he wasn’t sure what this was going to be. But Midoriya knew deep down that it wasn’t gonna be as easy of a jaunt as when he was younger.

He was finally pulled out of his thoughts when he felt his hand being squeezed gently, looking down to find you staring up at him with worried eyes and a tiny smile, one filled with concern as you searched his face.

“You okay?” You whispered out, keeping your voice hushed so no one would listen in “Feeling a little nervous?”

Midoriya let out a little breathless chuckle, bringing a hand up to nervously scratch at his brow “That obvious huh?”

“A little,” You chuckled along with him, giving his hand another squeeze and you moved closer to his side “But it’s okay to be nervous, or even scared! This is some serious stuff!”

“W-what?” He squeaked out, eyes snapping back to you as they scanned your face for any kind of deception; only for them to roll and for him to shove you away when you started to laugh.

“Aw, come on!” You laughed, trying to calm yourself to not make too much of a scene “I’m just kidding!”

“Not funny….” He mumbled out, a pout forming as his cheeks started to puff out.

“I’m just trying to get you to loosen up, ya know, to calm down?” You defended, bringing your hands up to flatten his cheeks, giving an apologetic smile as you did so “It’s really not that bad. If I can handle it, then I am positive my favourite hero can too.”

This made Midoriya sigh, a smile starting to form on his own face as he grasped your hands once more; you always knew what to say to make him feel better, as well as feeling special; he really couldn’t stay mad at you for long.

“Just hold me closer whenever you’re feeling a little scared, okay?” You smiled, squeezing his hand once more as you both made your way to the tractor cart.

He helped you onto it, allowing you the chance to pick out the perfect seats for you to enjoy on this chilly autumn night. Sitting down next to you once you finally picked some at the back of the hayride cart; pulling you close to his side.

“Scared already?” You teased, as you snuggled closer to him, placing your head on his shoulder.

“Nah,” he bent down to kiss your head. “Just making sure I am in a prime position to protect my girl if needed.”

send in your favourite fall activity for you and your fave!

[princessgemma12]

TMNT Genderbend Names

I need help again but it’s actually, like... important??? For fic, anyway.

So I’m tagging my tmnt pals. @crow-dog-blogs @leonsi @this-world-of-beautiful-monsters @brightlotusmoon @neromia

This’ll be... not long-long but lots of lines so I’ll put under a cut. I need help with names. Please. O~O

So I’m doing a genderbend oneshot, but I wanna use the same names for the characters throughout my genderbend stuff--which will include my Comparisons AU whenever I get around to revamping that thing. I have some ideas, but I want second opinions, especially ‘cause like, half of you guys read my stuff now and... I just would really like your input, please.

So, I’ll start with the main cast in this post, or at least the ones I’m worried about Right Now, and then tomorrow I’ll reblog with minor characters/villains that won’t be of much importance (at least for a while). I’ll color-coding and role-related nicknames, or actually titles for canon characters.

So for our Fearless Blue One, I think I’ll definitely hope on the Lavinia bandwagon. I mean, the woman was a fucking overachiever in the best way--she was the first female artist to rely solely on her commission money and she was known throughout western Europe, not just in Italy. Also, she was the first woman artist to paint/draw female nudes??? And she had a househusband with children? Renaissance Icon much? Plus, there’s the added benefit of Simple Nicknames and keeping the initials; Fearless Leader Lavinia, Nia, Vin, Vinny--lots of choices!

Next the Feisty Ball of Flames, our darling Red Turtle. I was thinking Sofonisba, who is also an icon and not-coincidentally my favorite artist of all time. She was taught by Bernardino Campi, which was kind of a big deal at the time, and was internationally recognized as a fucking fantastic artist. She worked in the Spanish Royal Court--she was an Italian woman and worked for the Spanish royals. Her paintings are stunning and remarkably realistic for the time period--she was so good that Michelangelo gave her props. That kind of badassery is befitting our sewer-dwelling brawler. However, nicknames were a bit tricky for me. I decided that Sof (pronounced like the beginning of Sophie) would probably be her regular nickname and Sofie would be her Special Cute Nickname.

For the turtley genius, I’m thinking Giovanna. Giovanna Garzoni was a still-life painter and portraitist. Her work is very good and her paintings are remarkably realistic. She was considered so good at what she did, that she could, reportedly, ask any price for her paintings. For some time, her primary clients were the Medici Family. She also attended the Accademia di San Luca, where she followed events and discussion aimed at educating, socializing, and professionalizing painters, architects and sculptors of Rome. Nicknames are pretty easy, too: Vanna, Van, Gio (pronounced Vawn-ah, Vawn, and Jo(e), respectively). Vanna and Van sound a bit like Donnie and Don, too, so that’s cute.

Last turtle-sib: Artemisia. Artemisia Lomi, or Artemisia Gentileschi, among the most accomplished seventeenth-century artists, initially working in the style of Caravaggio. She was producing professional work by the age of fifteen, and was the first woman to become a member of the Accademia di Arte del Disegno in Florence. She had an international clientele. She did a lot of darker works with bright lighting and vivid colors, which reminds a lot of the Prankster--bright and cheery at first glance but a little darker in reality. Also, the nicknames Art and Arty follow a similar vein of Mike and Mikey.

For Splinter’s eldest child, I was thinking Mitsuaki, which is a Japanese name meaning “light, luminence.” It keeps the M initial of Miwa and keeps the fluffy meaning (Miwa means something like “beautiful” or “peaceful”--it might’ve been “beautiful peace,” I don’t remember off the top of my head). Of course, the Shredder will rename this child, which I don’t think Shred-head is very good at naming babies (he named Karai “spicy,” after all), so I think he’d probably go with something like Kohaku, which translates roughly to “amber”--the color of the kid’s eyes. Pretty obvious, but I thought it would be funny, and I like shitting on Shredder. Have a little gag about Shredder being so uncreative that they would immediately name their only kid after their eye color...

Speaking of, I’m keeping the name Saki, since it’s unisex; so is Yoshi, so I’m keeping that, too. Titles are still Shredder and Splinter.

August is the redhead, of course, and Casey is unisex so it stays.

I’m not worried about anybody else’s names right now, since they’re not relevent to what I’m working on. But, yeah, please give me the feedback. I’m having a bit of a dilemma and I usually spend, like, weeks on names, so...

[crazybutgood]

Hello and happy Feb! One of the prompts (specifically the 10th one) for @hdcandyheartsfest is playlist, so I made another Bollywood drarry playlist based on the prompts! I'm sorry I tried my best to find one to fit day 3 (blanket fort) but I couldn't, so I included 2 songs for "meaningful gazes". Here's my take on the songs I'd choose,, it's a mix of old and new ones, feel free to shuffle as you like! I've just listed in order of prompts by day. Prompts to corresponding songs under the cut:

1. "Sweetheart" – dholna

2. First date – coffee peetey peetey

4. "Dearest" – o nigaahe mastana

5. Texting – baaton baaton mein (prompt interpreted as 'chatting' for this song)

6. Crush – naina da kya kasoor

7. "Baby" – pehli nazar mein

8. Chocolate – gal mithi mithi

9. Cuddling – baahon mein chale aao

11. "My heart" – chura liya hai tumne jo dil ko

12. Waking up together – Tu Chahiye

13. First kiss – khaabon ke parinday

14. Love letters – pal pal dil ke paas

15. "Darling" – dilbar mere

16. Butterflies – titli

17. Holding hands – mere haath mein

18. Proposal – tenu leke

19. "Sunshine" – Roshan tumhi se duniya

20. Love confession – tera hone laga hoon

21. Slow dance – nazdeekiyan

22. Meaningful gazes – tumne mujhe dekha

22. Mere rashqe qamar

23. "Honey" – suit suit karda (OK my reasoning for this is a bit dumb sorry not sorry but basically there's a bilingual joke about the main character calling his wife honey vs mittho (meaning honey in Hindi) in the movie, and this song has her [and also says 'dedicated to all the honeys' at the start of the video], and gave me drarry vibes with desi Harry, so yes)

24. Blush – o meri sharmeeli

25. "I love you" – I love you

26. Picnic – dil ka bhanwar kare pukaar (I took liberty with this prompt jfjdj. This is one of my favourite love songs, and it happens to be sung when the characters are on a picnic at the Qutub Minaar, so I decided to include it. Personally I can totally see a blushing but pleased Draco at Harry's praise and obvious love for him, as with the characters in this song)

27. "Beloved" – jaaneman jaaneman

28. Forever – Maine kasam li

[mrwinterr]

peace out 2020

since i’m spending the last hour (us central time) of 2020 being forced to enjoy kpop with my friends...while i get drunk during the entire live stream concert, i’m going to go ahead and make my dopey new years post. brace yourself, it’s long.

for starters, thank you to anyone who has liked, reblogged, commented or supported my writing on here. it’s been so much fun staying up creating and sharing all my crazy and nasty thoughts with y’all 😉 every bit of interaction has made me me happy! 

secondly, thank you to all my lovely friends 🤗 y’all seem to understand more than my friends irl, that just because i’m not checking my phone 24/7, it doesn’t mean i’m purposely ignoring you. i have a demanding job, i’m drained constantly. i get moody sometimes and when my anxiety attacks decided to make an appearance again in the summer, i definitely learned who was there for me and who wasn’t. i mean, when you’re literally crying in front of someone even through a mobile screen and they don’t give a damn, they definitely deserve to be left in the dumpster fire that was 2020 🔥 shots fired 🔫

third, no one cares, but for my peace of mind, thank you to the maine - always. on my worst days i look down at the handwritten tattoo on my wrist that merely says “you are ok” and i can just breathe again 😌

while i certainly miss attending a fuck ton of concerts/comic cons/sporting events all over, i’m just glad to still have my job and stayed healthy this whole time during a pandemic! i’ll say that being quarantined has allowed me to connect more with people again. there’s always a light somewhere 💡

🎆 happy new year, babes! tagging these lovelies that have made 2020 and tumblr tolerable. 

@buckysbabe34 - just thank you for being there through everything with me! 💗

@mypassionsarenysins - for being a literal angel. i am the wind beneath your wings; your bucky your pal. 🧡

@peachy-keen-kisses - 2020 had some weird obstacles, but darling i hope you know my time on this platform isn’t anything without you here. 🖤

@bloody-hell17 - i feel like you’re my counter blog, i’ll bring the seb content and you bring the richard content. lol. so glad to have virtually crossed blogs with you! 

@this-kitten-is-smitten - you’re such a delight to talk to! i love how open we can be with each other. thank you for letting me be your friend and i look forward to seeing our friendship grow in 2021. 

💖 & collectively - thank you to these beautiful souls for spending parts of 2020 with me and i hope 2021 has more for our friendship! // @shawnie--jo @honeyvbarnes @thegetawaywriter @sherlocked-bitch @babiiface95 @poppunkdork @propertyofpoeandbucky @honeyloverogers @justreadingfics @harryspet @bitchassbucky @buckycuddlebuddy @nasabeck

+ everyone else that i may have forgotten or wants to connect in the new year, my blog is open to you. we’re here for a good time 😘✌🏼

[maggielindemanns]

new ask game: which of your mutuals/friends do you associate with which skam character and why?

ANON excellent question ! i gotta do some thinkin hmmm

@luxandobscurus i associate my darling wife caro w eliott or jana 🥺🥺🥺🥺 why? bc theyre both sunshines and i miss them both and i love them and those sentiments all apply to caro (ily caro if you’re seeing this i am once again publicly declaring my love for you ✨💍🤍💛✨🤍💍✨

@something-like-a-sunflower my bby el i associate with lucas lallemant orrrrrr .... robbe for some reason svkshska just grumpy hedgehog child or bambi bby 🥺💛💛💛💛 el is just the Babiest Baby To Ever Baby 💕💕 LMFAO ALSO JO JUST CAME TO MY MIND IDK WHY BUT SHDKDHS jo in the best way obvi we love baby jo 😌✨ (i love u too obvi more than anything 💛💛💛)

@alterlovex i associate the loml ni w yasmina 🥺 beauty icon, lovely human, queen of everything, cutest angel baby, amazing friend, super chill, 10/10 would die for her and her happiness (and yasmina’s) like .... pls 💗💓💞💘💝 i could go on forever

anon i’m so sorry this is becoming a public declaration of love for my pals shskshak omg

@noorengels i associate alicia w noor actually just Cool as heck and nothin but Vibes 🤍😌🤍 OOH or zoe for some reason ??? like radiating I’m That Bitch energy tbh and again just 400% Cool & just lovely 10/10 ali if youre reading this j’adore <3

@briallenko 💗💓💞💝barb my love💝💘💖💞 i associate barb with lucas l as well 🥺 lots of layers but lovely at the core and can be a grumpy hedgehog but also the cutest sweetest human on planet earth OOOH OR eleonora from italia bc 🌱plant mom🌱 and protective of her friends (im eternally grateful for her protection 🥺) and just GORG and lovely i LOVE you barb

some i just have no reason for it its just the first character that comes to mind when i think of them like @alwayskissmeatnight i always think of eliott idk why (love you alexandra) and @kritiquer i think of yasmina or lucas lallemant (totally unrelated but i also think of louis and zayn AGAHSJSBS love you kit) & @grey-mist-exist i think of sander (part of me says bc the artist vibes 😌🤍) and then the rest of you lovely humans just make me think of non-skamverse people or vibes/imagery more than people like I STILL LOVE YOU PLS🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[castielss]

AHHHHHH CONGRATULATIONS MY DARLING!!! YOU DESERVE ALL OF THE LOVE 🌻

ahhhhhh THANK YOUU DEE, YOU ARE ANGEL!!!!

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[thespamman24]

Something I found on an old document. I don’t know where it came from:

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A funny little story.

I like ducks. They are so cute. I love them so much.

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And so the day begins and so you walk home with your friend your hand in your apple in your hand and you smile and wave and laugh and finally have the urge to kiss them on the lips byt then you open your eyes and realize your eyes and mouth have switched and you were just kissing a daisy flower and it doesn’t really matter anymore, now does it? And seeing as since your apples are now pie and with adams apples you can make an adams apple pie and the american dream is now american pie and the american dream is dead, but alive and I am bread, yet I jize along to the subtle bop, bop bop bopping of the smooth-ass music smooth as shaving cream on a sunny day. Shoobee-doob bop a shoo be doobe doo bop and if you feel the love tonight an the bright reds and greens and blue ina  peppermint orientation that is semu vertical to every angle out there than you can fish for the hearts of irrational men ina  sea of lost desires in a sea of honking desires, lost to fetuse of time in the omb of the great whale of the ocean and the speaker for the day has cried there hands away they can no longer ho;d the microphone todaaaaaaaaaaay! And all the bad dogs have gone away, you will never see them again except in your most idle of dream where your car is tied up in knots of silicon remorse inside your waxy-wishy washy heart and infertile popcorn seems to uniniviting.

Now they lay Richard Nixons body down. Sad old man who ran this town. I can still remember the way he lead the charge and saved the day. Clorox bleach and rain I can hear the beagle saying “We’v seen the last of the librarian woman. She is now gone from entirely fo our hearts. Smoke is like a whisper in the wind to me now, a bitter reflection coasting off the planes wings. Birds of a feather soon learn that they have something better to do. You’re guts swimming around like seals in a pit of brine? Well, they’ve started a union against you. IIIIIIIII. The shrimpsons parents were shrimps but then they died when they realized the hill was too steep to climb and I am to sleep to rhyme anything else but then the time. Let me try being the moon for just a while, I could use some moments being giant white and an orb that is also a rock in the sky. If you’re not a giant spherical rock then that’s not optimal. But that’s okay. We don’t have to be optimal to be amazing, or even perfect. However, no body is perfect anyhow but that’s fine, you don’t have to be perfect to be enough or not to be that is the queso!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CheesE CHEESE!JIHUOBNUBUINLJIerhw3o2jhuverf I am so leired of th epostman bringing back m daughters to me the postman bakes the daughters and the carpenter makes the sons and the postman rakes the nonbinary chuldren and cthulhu still watches overhead, waiting for us all to lose our skin and become gooey-and thereby much, much easier to swallow. Just like the news! Except the news is extremely hard to swallow, because the harder to swallow the better it sells. This also applies to other professions, I think you can figure those out. There are professions and there are amateurfessions and there are professors but some fessors are amateurs in their status their stats are not ours to give nor or they ours to take. We gake and we bake and make the rake blake thompson sinnyboy brown. We are stuck on the lovely visage of weeds while the rainy day bloody festival occurs. And yes, you need time to buy the scarlet labryinths heels, toes shoulders

It is our time to scale the scarlet labyrinths tower of David Lynch. Wrestling with yourself in a cesspool of arrogance and a tornado of macabre delights. Instead of the weather, let’s bleed into each other and call it a fair game, we can lie to the seasons, and to the gods living under flakes of dust, but the only thing we can’t lie to is the screaming orange that lies at the center of the sun, it is to far away and it can not hear you, so. AAAAAAh yes, the latin! The history! It all comes crashing down! So many, many, many years!

[hannahindie]

The Wedding Singer - Track 8

“Til There Was You”

Characters: Dean, Ellen, Reader, Ketch, Jeff (OC), Jo, Chuck

Word Count: 3,101 (This one’s a doooooozy)

Series Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Language, Mentions of Infidelity, Alcohol

A/N: This is the eighth chapter of an AU SPN Series co-written by myself and @pinknerdpanda entitled The Wedding Singer and is inspired by the movie. We have been working on this for the last few months and are very excited to share it with you. The series tag list is open. If you would like to be added, please send one of us an ask. I made our 80s inspired aesthetic and the series was Masterbeta’d by @wheresthekillswitch.

As always, tags are at the bottom! If you’d like to be added, please let me know.

Track List 

Track 8: “Til There Was You”

“Dammit, Dean Winchester! What the ever lovin’ hell is wrong with you?” Dean shrank back against the couch cushions as Ellen stood up, gesticulating wildly. “She is engaged. To another man, in case you forgot! Oh, I could wring your neck.” She glared down at him, her hands on her hips, and Dean couldn’t help but be reminded of a cartoon figure with steam shooting out of their ears.

“Ellen, I’m sorry-”

“Oh, you’re sorry alright. What in God’s name was going through that thick skull of yours? I can’t even begin to believe...I just...oh!” She crossed her arms and continued to glare at him.

Dean almost felt sick as he stared down at his hands. He didn’t have a good answer for any of it, other than it just felt right at the time. It felt more right than it ever had with Lisa. “I don’t know why I did it,” he almost whispered. “I just...I wanted to feel something. Everything was numb, and when Y/N walked me outside, everything just...it felt better. I swear to God, Ellen, it just happened.”

Ellen sighed and sat back down next to Dean, “Honey, I know you’re sad. You have every right to be heartbroken, and if I could have my way, I’d kick that bitch’s ass. But you cannot drag Y/N into this. That girl has got a ring on her finger, and even if I think he might be a bit of a corporate goon who's never around, he's got a good paying job and takes care of her. If my gut is tellin’ me the truth, that man is going to finally set a date soon. I think that’s why he came to visit.” Ellen tucked her knuckle under Dean’s chin and made him look at her, “Y/N is beautiful, and kind, and sweet. If circumstances were different, I think it might have been good for you. But they aren’t, and you can’t just screw around with her feelings. Do you hear me, Dean? Leave it alone.”

Dean nodded, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Now, pack up your shit and get on outta here. Bobby will be home any minute, and I don't think you're gonna want to be here when he finds out what happened.”

Dean gathered up the sheet music and folded it up neatly, then slipped it and his guitar back into the case. He walked towards the front door, then paused and turned back to look at Ellen. It nearly broke her heart to see him look so sad. “I really am sorry, Ellen. Can you...uhh...maybe tell her that when you see her?”

Ellen gave Dean a sad smile, “Sure thing, kiddo. Now go, get outta here.” Dean softly closed the door behind him and Ellen sighed.

These kids were going to end up being the death of her.

Dean drove slowly through town as he tried to decide what to do. He didn’t want to go home; Sam would wonder why he was back already. Although he knew enough to explain it, that wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have with Sam right now. He definitely couldn’t go to the community center, although he did need to talk to Chuck. As he pulled up to the stoplight, he realized that he probably should apologize to Jeff and Sheila for his atrocious behavior at the reception. He turned right instead of going straight and headed towards their house. He slowed to a stop at the curb and paused; maybe they were on their honeymoon. He decided to chance it and slowly walked up the sidewalk to their door.

He went to knock and paused. What was he supposed to say to someone that had just gotten married, someone who had paid him generously to sing at their reception, when he basically just announced to everyone married life was a mistake and that they’d need all the luck they could get? He rapped his knuckles against the bright red door and waited. When there was no answer, he knocked again. Just as he was about to turn to leave, the door flew open and he was face to face with a very angry Jeff.

“What the hell do you want?” Jeff demanded, his knuckles white as he gripped the door.

Dean ran a hand through his hair and across the back of his head nervously, “Uh, well...I just wanted to stop by and tell you how sorry I am about last night. I shouldn’t have said what I said-”

“You’re sorry? Sorry? Hey honey!” Jeff shouted over his shoulder, “Dean’s sorry about last night!” He turned back and glared at Dean, “Why don’t you tell my 97 year old great grandmother you’re sorry? Better yet, explain to her why some drunken asshole was yelling obscenities about his failed marriage instead of just singing like we paid him to do? You realize Chuck had to finish the night out, right? You need to get it together, Winchester.”

“I know, man. I know. It was unacceptable, and it should have never happened. I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am. I can get you a partial refund-” Before Dean could finish his sentence, Jeff punched him hard in the mouth and Dean stumbled backwards and off the porch. He nearly fell but somehow managed to regain his balance as he looked up at Jeff in shock, his hand moving to the blood now trickling down his chin.

“Your pal Chuck already saved your ass and gave us a full refund. Like I said, get your shit together. You’ll be lucky if you get another job around here after last night.” Jeff slammed the door shut and Dean stumbled back to the Impala and threw himself into the driver’s seat. This had been a mistake.

“Should have had that conversation with Chuck first,” he thought glumly to himself as he pulled into the street. He glanced at his watch: one o’clock. As much as he didn’t want to, both Chuck and Jo would be at the community center by now. He turned onto the main drag and made his way to the last place he wanted to go. Then again, nobody else would be there, so maybe it was the best option after all.

Y/N pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot and haphazardly parked in a spot close to the door. The sky had begun to darken, and it seemed very fitting for the mood that she was in. She flipped down the sun visor and looked at herself in the mirror. What little makeup she had on was now smeared and running, and she quickly cleaned it up as well as she could before heading inside. She sniffled, took a deep breath, then forced herself to get out of the car and walk through the front door. She smoothed her skirt as she got to the hostess stand, and nervously waited for someone to assist her. A young girl hurried out of the kitchen, a wide smile on her face, and stopped at the wooden podium.

“Welcome to Fratelli’s, how may I help you today?”

Y/N cleared her throat, “There should be a reservation for two, under Ketch.” Before the girl could answer, Y/N felt someone grab her hand and swirl her around to face him.

“Hello, darling! Running a little late today, are we?”

Y/N forced a smile, “Sorry, Ketch, I forgot to charge my phone and the alarm didn’t go off. Thank goodness for Aunt Ellen’s need to feed the entire neighborhood bacon and eggs, or I would have never woken up.”

He planted a gentle kiss to her forehead, then whisked her towards one of the best tables in the place. “Ah, well never mind that. We’ve got a lot to discuss.” Y/N felt a surge of guilt as his lips brushed her skin, followed by confusion when he mentioned they had a lot to discuss.

She slipped carefully into the chair he pulled out for her and raised an eyebrow, “What exactly do we need to discuss?” She asked as she picked up her glass.

“Our wedding, of course!”

Y/N nearly choked on her water, “Wait, what?”

“I think now is the perfect opportunity to set a date for our nuptials. I’ve got just enough time in between work assignments that we should be able to exchange our vows, go on our honeymoon, and be back before anyone even notices I’m gone.”

Y/N’s gaze traveled to the glinting diamond on her left hand, the sunlight pouring through the window throwing rainbows across the table as it passed through the clear stone, and her mind immediately went to Dean. The way his lips fit with hers, the fire that had nearly consumed her before she pulled away, the look of pure want in Dean’s eyes...she shouldn’t be thinking about it, she should be listening to Ketch. But the moment he mentioned marriage, her heart felt like it had been placed into a vice, and someone was turning the handle slowly but painfully. This was what she wanted, right? She had been practically begging him for months to pick a date, to settle on something so that she’d have a goal to work towards. But it had been so long, Y/N had forgotten the excitement she felt when they were first engaged, forgotten what it felt like to look forward to dress shopping and picking out flowers, and choosing the music.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion as she looked up at Ketch. His mouth was moving, but she didn’t hear anything he was saying. All she could think about was how alive she’d felt when Dean had kissed her. Before she realized what she was doing, Y/N stood up and leaned across the table, ran her fingers through the short hair at the nape of Ketch’s neck, and kissed him. She pressed into him, hoping to feel the spark she’d felt last night; the desperation, the undeniable, heart stopping ache of fitting perfectly together. Instead, Ketch pulled back and looked at her with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment.

“Y/N, we are in a public place! Whatever has gotten into you?” He ran a hand through his hair and Y/N slowly sat back down.

She cleared her throat, “Sorry...I uhh...you just look very handsome today.”

Ketch smirked at her, “As I should, this suit cost more than most of the people in this restaurant make in a year.” He smoothed his lapel then continued, “As I was saying, I think two weeks from this Saturday will suffice, don’t you? A nice Saturday wedding, small, simple, to the point? I’d rather not have it at the community center, but there aren’t too many other options, and I think outdoor weddings are far too cliche for our taste, don’t you?”

Y/N looked at him with wide eyes, “Two weeks from this Saturday? Are you sure? I’m not sure I’ll have time to get everything booked, get a dress…” she trailed off, panic rising in her chest.

He shrugged, “Well, only if you want to. It will be awhile before I will get another chance, and I know you’ve been wanting to do this for a long time. I would hate for you to have to wait any longer, darling.” He patted her hand and smiled, “So, what will it be? Are you ready to become Mrs. Arthur Ketch?”

Y/N looked down at their hands, then back up at Ketch and swallowed thickly.

Was she?

Just as Dean pulled into the parking lot at the community center, the dull rumble of thunder rolled through town as the wind picked up. Huge, black thunderheads moved slowly across the sky, threatening to dump their contents at any moment. Dean pulled his collar up to shield himself from the wind as he climbed out of the car and practically dragged himself inside. The moment he walked through the door, he heard an exasperated yell.

“Dean Winchester! What the hell is wrong with you?” Jo stormed across the room and stopped in front of Dean, her arms crossed tightly in front of her.

He rolled his eyes, “How many more times do I have to hear that today?”

“How many more times until you get through your thick skull how stupid you are?” Jo snapped back. “You kissed Y/N? What the fuck is your damage?”

“Jo, listen-”

Jo jabbed Dean in the chest with her pointer finger, “No, you listen. She is a good person, with a huge guilt complex that makes her feel like everything is her fault. She doesn't need your help to make it worse. Seriously, Dean, how old are you? We aren't in high school anymore. Unbelievable.”

“I didn't mean for it to happen! I'm not even blaming the alcohol, I just...I don't have an explanation. I'm really sorry.”

Jo opened her mouth to argue, but Chuck had appeared out of nowhere and put a hand on her arm. “Yelling at him isn't going to help, Jo. What's done is done, and if he just steers clear of Y/N, we should be good, right?” He turned his gaze on Dean, “Right?”

Dean nodded, “Yea...right.”

For the first time, Chuck noticed Dean’s bloody lip, “What happened there?”

Dean reached up and grimaced as his fingertips grazed his split lip, “Jeff.”

“Oh, Jesus, when did you see him?”

Dean sighed, “I didn't realize you'd already refunded him, so I stopped by to apologize and offered to give them a partial refund. Apparently that wasn't the right thing to say. God, I really fucked this up.”

Chuck put a hand on Dean’s shoulder, “It's not all bad, brother. This will blow over. I hope it's okay that I did that, I honestly didn't know what else-”

He was interrupted by the front door flying open as the wind ripped it away from the person that entered through it. Jo, Dean, and Chuck all looked over to see Y/N standing in the doorway, soaking wet and wide eyed. Dean’s eyes locked with Y/N’s and before he could say anything, she blurted out the last thing he'd ever want to hear her say.

“I'm getting married in two weeks.”

Jo squealed and ran over to her, ignoring how wet Y/N was, and threw her arms around her, “He finally set a date! I'm gonna be honest, I didn't think he would. No offense, but he kept you dangling there for awhile.”

“Yea, he did...but two weeks. What am I supposed to do with that?” Y/N’s eyes never left Dean’s and the longer he looked at her, the sicker he felt. He stormed past Jo and Y/N with a mumbled congratulations and into the pouring rain in time to purge himself of the meager breakfast he'd had just a few hours before. He leaned against the rough brick of the community center and let the cool water run over his feverish skin.

He stood up straight with a groan and walked towards his beloved Impala, the only place he seemed to be safe from bullshit today. He made it about halfway before he heard someone shouting over the pouring rain.

“Dean!” He turned slowly to see Y/N walking towards him, the rain causing her thin shirt to cling tightly to all her curves, and he sucked in a deep breath.

“What?”

“Are you okay?” She stopped a couple feet short of him and it took everything he had not to close the space between them. This was stupid; he'd only known her for three weeks. But looking at her, her y/h/c hair framing her face and somehow making her look even more beautiful despite it being dripping wet and clinging to her, he wanted to kiss her. Fiancé be damned.

Instead, he laughed. She looked at him in confusion and he threw his hands out, “No! I'm not. Do I look okay to you? Does anything about this scream okay?”

“You don't have to yell-”

“I'm not yelling. You asked a question and I'm answering it. My fiancé left me in front of everyone I know, I may have lost any chance of getting hired again, the whole town either feels sorry for me or thinks I'm a fucking drunk, and now you-” he gestured to her, but trailed off.

Y/N took a step towards him, “Me? What about me?”

“Nothing! Forget I said anything.” He turned to go to his car, but stopped when Y/N grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around.

“What about me, Dean?”

“You're...you're getting married! To some corporate dick bag that is never here. I mean, you're living with your aunt, for Chrissake, why aren't you with him?” Before she realized what she was doing, Y/N slapped Dean hard across the face. He looked at her, stunned, as his hand slowly moved up to touch his now red cheek.

“You have no idea what you're talking about. You have absolutely no right to be angry with me. You're just jealous of Ketch and I!”

“Ketch? That’s his name?” Dean scoffed. “There’s not anything to be jealous of, sweetheart. Because the way I see it, it's a marriage of convenience. You're so used to just being with him that nothing else could ever be possible or make you happier. Newsflash! You're wrong. You can't tell me that kiss didn't make you feel something.”

“I don't know what you're talking about-”

“Bullshit.” As they argued, they had both moved closer and closer until they were standing toe to toe.

“It didn't mean anything.”

Dean stared into Y/N’s eyes, the usually bright moss green dark and lust blown, “Prove it.” Dean pulled her into him, one hand twisted in her hair as the other hand slipped down and grabbed her waist. Every part of exposed skin that touched seemed to spark, and Y/N couldn't help but grab the front of his flannel and pull him closer. His tongue swiped along her bottom lip, and she gasped as he nipped at her. He pulled back and swept the pad of his thumb across her cheek.

“Think about that while you're waiting on Ketch.”

He turned and climbed into the Impala, and Y/N jumped at the sudden roar of the engine. He sped off, and she watched as his taillights disappeared into the stormy afternoon.

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[HERE IS THE BORING PART WHERE WE TELL YOU HOW IT ALL HAPPENED AND THANK EVERYONE AND STUFF]

We started this project quite a long time ago, around the beginning of the year 2000 with me, Sibot, and Felix Laband before the whole max normal thing got started, but then i had to fight with Roach and Fletcher (which was kind of like my fault) and i said i didn’t want to speak to them again. Then I got bored with the max normal project because it didn’t accomodate my need to make new songs all the time, plus i had just met Markus Wormstorm who is the only person who makes music as fast as me. Then I phoned Fletcher and said sorry for being a dick and he said it’s ok, then i asked him if he still wanted to work with me and he said ...mmm, ok... so we started recording again (i had said sorry to Felix a little while before that.) Me and Si were a little scared to leave our comfort zone, but we were both really happy to be living in Cape Town and working on a skill-oriented album, so we didn’t really mind being poor for a year and starting from scratch again. Me and Markus went into Tim Parrs studio and finished recording all the vocals in three days because of our incredible pre-production ability. Then Markus deleted the whole album on the last day by mistake... well, he said he did it on purpose because he thought I could do better, but nobody really believed him. So we re-recorded the album but then we went into this whole lengthy, unexpected process (capetown is wierd like that) which involved meeting a whole bunch of new artists who shared similar visions to us, working harder than any of us have worked in our whole lives, and kind of like stepping back and letting go a bit as this constructus thing started growing into its own creature. Anica the Snufling came to join us on vocals as well as Rick Flare, Darrel, Michelle, Johnny Stokes, Mr Rockadopolis, and Shabang. Then i met a truly strange character called Nikhil Singh who moved in with me and drew the beautiful comic which follows this. Nik also played the guitar on ‘hot-water’ as well as with my head which was in need of a little tampering at the time. Risk hit us with the idea for our constructus icon (the robot throwing up the ball)... Jan taught me these cool excercizes you can do on a jungle-gym, Devin helped me invent the BLOOD-NOSE PUSSY-BOY story (and might even help me out with it more, if i’m lucky)... Berlin East stole my underpants and wore them ontop of his pants to this one party, Si got a final scratch which he is very happy with, and we all started working on our live show because we didn’t rehearse properly for our first shows and our performances were pretty kak... but we’ve been working real hard and we like really, really good now. I also made this other song which I love more than anything with my friend Dan Roberts called ‘Scum Deluxe’ which is actually a present for my other friend Lux Janssen, but some of the lads from our camp were a little nervous of putting a country song on the album so i’m going to put it out with Alien on Chameleon Records (on ‘MY FAVORITE SONGS AT THE MOMENT’ project). Also we couldn’t fit the entire saga on one cd so we decided to put them on our web-sight so that people can download them for free and make their own double cd. You can also download our wonderful little motivational movie called: HOW TO BECOME A BETTER PERSON THE MUSICAL for free off our site plus a whole lot of other nifty this’ and thats’. Inca has been building a visual library of our constructus imagery that she edits live behind us when we perform so that the show expands into an entirely infinite virtual realm. Also all the music videos and movies we making are intricately laced to the plot so that, in about a year or so from now, you’ll be able to watch them all together like one of those cool, old-fashioned musicals. If anyone asks you what kind of music we make you must say that it’s called BOOM BAM, cos it’s new and we don’t really like hip-hop anymore cos it’s dumb. We feel that the spirit the art movement we represent needs a name that represents it properly, so there you have it: BOOM BAM. If anyone asks you what BOOM BAM is you can say that it’s computer game music. BOOM BAM artists (or programmers) create their own original alternate reality’s complete with their own characters and sound-tracks. The programmers assume a more background role while their characters become the celebrities. Daniel Levi introduced me to Random Boy and Kidtronic a long time ago (as well as inventing Kidtronic’s handwriting and being a huge inspiration to this whole project.) He’s going to be doing a whole lot of stuff with us which i’m really happy about cos Daniel is really clever and is also one of the illest directors alive on Earth as well as one of my favorite people ever. Magdeline and Timon played violin on the track he’s going to be making a video for soon called V. Marc Lottering has been looking after me the whole year, being my friend and also making sure i’m not hungry... dankie dankie dankie maneer, you have been the shark-net in my paddling pool... ...the fuel in my flame-thrower, the mushy stuff in my tinkie. William Shatner also helped me out beautifully using her advanced therapeutic techniques and so i’d like to say thankyou honey, you the shit xxx. African Dope Records are the coolest label i could have ever possibly dreamed to work with, plus they pretend not to notice when i steal fruit and veggies from their entrance hall. Roach is my daddy, i love him more than he knows. Heather looks after us so so nicely and Ian says wierd, clever stuff the whole time that i sometimes don’t always understand right away, which i dig. Also we thank Bell Roberts for recognizing what we doing and backing our shit... Maude, Johan, Cedwax and Benwar for looking after us so nicely in France and sparking our little international expansion... and Fletcher, Inca and Si thanks for the best time in the world ever. Maria, thankyou for being such a darling and for activating Metatron One. Also to my man Fungus the mutated lung for taking me out, giving birth to Johnny Stokes and for being so fuckin ill and Ginny Grindith for being so fuck you (the space between words is very beautiful man) Anwar, Jo#an, Turbeou Jones, the lovely lady Rosalux and everyone else who worked on HOW TO BECOME A BETTER PERSON - episode one... thankyou so much, we got lots of stuff to do now ...Jill for being written in our future Kriek for your entirely harmonic vibrational frequency. Brendan and Stephan from Session magazine for keeping this whole independent thing strong... and Clint, you can use any of my music for anything, whenever... you the motherfuckin man homie. Godessa and Squatter Comp for bringing it like you do. Anica says I have to say thankyou to her three times, so thankyou Anica for gracing us with your existence... all hail the voodoo-boogie shake-down queen.. thankyou so much for being such a brat, and thankyou for buying me this notepad i’m writing all this stuff in <3 ...Duncan, hello... thanks for making sure we always have vegetarian food on the planes, and for organizing our shit and for being able to handle me, here we go sir. Also we would like to thank The Venerable Emperor Of The Known Universe for establishing our communicative link with The Jellyfish. And to Si and Dunc’s mom and dad for being so nice to us and believing in us. And Markus and Anri’s parents, Rosa, Piet, Ben and Elna for raising their kids so well. And to Andrew and Goody for telling us we so ill. Mama, Boo, Dyl, and the Debsta, love you, love you, love you, love you for ever and ever and ever and ever, amen. And to other Andrew who won’t let me start an informative lifestyle magazine with his face on the cover called Andrew... punk, thanks for breathing life into our jellyfish. And Mark and Sean for all the good times and for all the music we made together and to Al my pal for turbo-charging my career... i’m glad we friends again. Ay rob, sick mix of ‘Body-snatchers’ (comming out soon) ta mister. Also Felix Laband, Sibot, and Markus Wormstorm are my favorite artists in the whole world, and Anica is my favorite vocalist ever and i know them. The Lensta’s not so bad himself but if he dyes my poodle pink one more time i’m going to tell his mom about the incedent with the old blind guy. Yo petru, thanks for being so cool... Yo Si, thanks for lending me that g and for having my back. Alien, you better quit with the late night pervert calls. My friend Bernie gave me the idea for The Ambrosial Hours. Markus Wormstorm let me stay at his house for the last month of this project which was very nice of him. He also engineered and mixed most of this album (even the songs he didn’t make, much to his dissaproval) so he’s gonna get a real nice birthday present from me for his 21st in december. (sorry, i have to interrupt myself here, i just finished the nicest song ever with Len called Touch The Sky... Cher says we excellent...) Anyway, Fletcher’s been the illest, most intuitive cat to work with. He did a whole lot of gorgeous soundscaping on this album, as well as final mixing and mastering. Sibot is Jimmy Hendrix on the decks... he has advanced beyond all competition as usual. Inca is often the invisible pulse that holds this whole sucker together and has been an absolute sweetheart through and through in everything she does. She has also rented her flat out to me for a very reasonable price. Oh ja, also... we did 90% of this album in our bedrooms and we could have done it all in our bedrooms but Tim’s got such nice, old analogue equipment to do vocal stuff and final touches through, plus he’s the nicest person in the world, so we couldn’t help but work with him. We also want to point out the fact that there has been no corporate assistance whatsoever on this project and that anyone can do this with low-fi pc equipment, some pirate software and a little love. Obviously we now going to go through some corporate channels to hit as many humans as possible, but we have complete creative control and they do what we say. We would like everyone who is interested in creating art for a living to follow our example. There is no excuse for not being able to make it because of the system and everything. The system is eating it’s own tail... we just helping to stuff it further down it’s throat, while dancing around jubilously with it’s entrails around our necks (Markus made me put that last bit in.) Love is entirely unpalatable to these parasites that govern this realm and they feed off your fear, so please would everybody be so kind as to remove their food supply and act like you know so we can exterminate these poor lost fucks.

metatron one_out.

(p.s. i got the name Snufflegruff and the Bazooka-Nuker concept from Alan Moore’s D.R. and Quinch, who Random Boy is kind of obsessed with and i read the Magic Ear story in this children’s book while walking through a shopping mall one day... my version is just an adoption. Markus Wormstorm wrote most parts of this story which involve Kidtronic, which he says are the most important parts in the whole saga. Also Julia Clark is the loveliest girl ever. we got big stuff comming. My little brother Lee told me ‘the two giraffes in a bar joke’ and Markus made up ‘the Boys 2 Men thing’ that happened while Kidtronic was interacting with an old-fashioned, alternate reality. But other than that me, Sibot, Markus and Anica invented this whole thing all on our own and we are very proud of ourselves because of it.)

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