#leavin' on a jet plane

[gentlemanschronicles]

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

what do y'all listen to while you write (esp smut)? i keep putting playlists on shuffle and i end up crying to john denver i can't do this anymore i'm thinking about heartbreak not sex

[howardhawkshollywoodmusic]

13. Leavin on a Jet Plane by Peter Paul and Mary debuted Oct 69 and peaked at number one, scoring 1518 points.

The song was the first chart entry for John Denver, and was from their 1967 album Album 1700. It was their final chart entry.

The trio formed in New York City and had 20 chart entries 1962-69. Six made the top ten. Puff (The Magic Dragon) was the number 26 hit of 1963 and Blowin in the Win was the number 28 hit of 1963. Both peaked at number two.

[marblesarelost]

FECKING HELLS

Packing.

I was just going to take my big-ass purse, stuffed to the gills, as a carry-on. Said purse is actually a goddamn survivalist's bag that I bought years ago. I have packed a week's worth of clothing in this fucker before. I thought I had this, no problem...

...but I misjudged the size of a couple of things that are ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY for this trip.

And really I should take different shoes as well but there's no way in the seven hells I can fit my boots in there as well as the very very important things.

So now I'm struggling to figure out if I should go with the original plan, or if I should swallow the bitter pill and check a damn bag.

I wonder if they'll let me carry the big important thing? Probably not.

FUCK.

....maybe I can...I'm pretty sure I can tuck my phone charger and the little gift in my jacket pockets...my billfold can go in one of my jacket pockets...shit. There's got to be a way to do this.

EDITED:

I'm not packing my phone charger till tomorrow morning, but I have successfully fit a robe and various and sundry other things into my leather jacket pockets. Pukha came in while I was doing it and he said something to the effect of, "TSA isn't going to like that."

"TSA can kiss my ass. If they want me to empty my jacket pockets and look at my pretty things, oh friggin' well."

No matter what, however, I can't seem to fit my boots in the bag. So I'm gonna end up wearing open toed heels for the next two days.

At least they don't hurt, and I can walk in them.

[pimosworld]

Lovely Priscilla! 🖤

Congrats on your milestone! Yaaay!! You rock! 🎉🙌🏻

Can I request 💌 with Dave and some fluff? I'm feeling all fluffy today!

Love you! 🖤😘

Pairing- Dave York x gn reader

Summary- A Valentine’s Day surprise 💕

CW-a little angst and loads of fluff

A/N-I’m kicking this off with you @morallyinept and of course it’s somehow not quite a Drabble but 1k of my murder daddy Dave.

Agent Cupid

Despite your husband telling you to dress casual and prepare for a fun and relaxing night, you were currently anything but relaxed. You couldn’t find your favorite jeans, the shirt you planned on wearing was in the dryer this morning and now nowhere to be found.

Dave was nothing but punctual so you’re trying not to panic over your appearance as the time he told you to be ready quickly approaches. You love him so much it hurts but right now you want to hurt him and his smug face as he lounges on the couch without a care in the world as you run around the house like a maniac. He’s got his feet up on the coffee table- something he never does looking ridiculously handsome in his gray pullover and black jeans.

“We can’t be late, baby you almost ready?” His tone is steady and calm as you try not to cry in frustration. You can’t even look halfway decent for your husband on Valentine’s Day.

“Ya honey, just a minute.” A slight quiver in your voice that you try to disguise. You don’t hear him at first when he enters your bathroom, you quickly wipe your eyes and offer him a tight smile. His heart looks like it’s breaking a little at the sight of you. The deep frown lines in between his eyes get impossibly deeper as he steps up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you looked today?” You shrug as he rests his chin on your shoulder swaying a little to shake the funk you’ve put yourself in. “You’re the most gorgeous, kind, wonderful, amazing-“ He kisses your neck and cheek and lips with each punctuation as you laugh against him. He somehow always could read your mind and knew when you were letting your thoughts get the best of an easy situation.

“This isn’t really what I wanted to wear.” You say sheepishly as you gesture to your clothes.

“You look great, and I needed your cute behind in the car approximately-“ He checks his watch. “Five minutes ago.” You yelp when he smacks your ass and leaves you staring at your flustered reflection in the mirror.

****

You desperately want to turn on the radio to drown out the hum of the car and Dave tapping some incessant tune onto the steering wheel. You blindly reach for the knobs, not daring to move the silk scarf around your eyes. He gently grabs your hand, kissing each knuckle as he places it back on your thigh.

“Can’t we listen to something, the silence is killing me.” It comes out whinier than you’d like as he chuckles to himself.

“We’re almost there baby, but I can sing something for you if you’d like.” That would assuredly kill you, you think.

“No that’s fine-“

“Cause I’m leavin on a jet plane.” His off tune voice cuts you off and you’re contemplating just opening the door and jumping out. “Don’t know when I’ll be back again.”

“I’m glad you think this is so funny.” There’s no real bitterness in your tone but a touch of apprehension at what exactly he had planned for tonight. The car comes to a stop and he gives your leg one final squeeze as you hear the door open and close. The sound of the trunk opening and closing startles you slightly and you think this might be it.

He’s finally got sick of your shit and he’s brought you to the middle of nowhere to dump your body.

The passenger door opens and the cool rush of air is a welcome feeling from the sweat dripping down your back. His finger hooks under the soft tie around your face and draws it back. Your eyes try to adjust to the unfamiliar parking lot as your husband leans into the car placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

“Where are we?” You question and he doesn’t answer as he holds out his hand and helps you out of the car. The sound of a plane taking off is completely disorienting as you finally take in your surroundings.

“Technically we’re in the airport parking lot.” The sarcasm oozes from him as he rolls your suitcase into view and clicks the handle. No doubt holding the contents of your favorite jeans, tee shirt, makeup, and everything else you almost had a meltdown over not being able to find. You’re in awe at the man standing in front of you looking just as smug as the day you met him.

“Dare I ask where you’re taking me?” You teased as you tried and failed to take your suitcase.

He locks the car and throws his bag over his shoulder taking your hand. “We’re going to the restaurant from our first date.”

“David, our first date was on my work trip in Las Vegas.” You balk as he continues to pull you along.

“I’m glad you remember.” He turns and winks at you while you grasp the severity of your situation. “And before you ask…I’ve already taken care of everything. Your boss owes me anyway.”

You’re not entirely sure if he owes him or he’s just terrified of upsetting your husband but you don’t care at this moment.

“But…-“ He turns to you breathing out heavily through his nose as he gives you that look. The look that said he’s had just about enough of your back talk. “I didn’t get you anything.”

He laughs deep and menacing as he walks you through the sliding doors of the airport entrance. “Don’t worry sweetheart…I’ve always wanted to join the mile high club.”

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated

[misswhateveryouwant]

So kiss me and smile for me

Tell me that you'll wait for me

Hold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leavin' on a (jet) plane

Don't know when I'll be back again

Oh babe, I hate to go…

(Leaving on a Jet Plane, John Denver)

Somehow fitting 🙃

[kaylasficrecs]

bradley bradshaw recs

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a forgotten birthday | two shot, angst | @colourfulsuitwonderland

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midnight rain | one shot, trifecta | @bloatedandalone04

cross my heart | one shot, flangst | @softspiderling (tw)

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i will follow you into the dark | one shot, flangst | @kyber-crystal

for you i'd wait forever | one shot, flangst | @katsu28

no worse pain | imagine, flangst, comfort | @topgun-imagines

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[fitsofgloom]

'Cause I'm Leavin' On A Jet Plane

Don't Know When I'll Be Back Again

Oh Babe, I Hate To Go . . .

[quiverwingquack]

I like that they imply Launchpad continues going on McDuck adventures after getting with Drake. This means that they’re going to be long-distance at least some of the time, whether that distance is a city away or halfway across the globe. Sometimes Launchpad’s going to be hiking through some forest in Europe trying to keep the McDuck kids safe, and Drake will be at home trying to keep Gosalyn and St Canard safe. Sometimes Drake will call Launchpad, desperate just to hear his voice, but it’s five pm in Calisota and two am in Tokyolk, and the call never gets answered. Sometimes, they’ll wake up in different beds, half a world apart, and ache for the one that’s supposed to be beside them.

It also means Leavin on a Jet Plane works as a drakepad song, which I just love.

[nancypullen]

Leavin' On a Jet Plane

Only boomers are going to remember that song. Still, that's what I'm doing in the morning. My bag is packed, my comfy clothes are ready for a long day, and lucky, lucky me - I'm in a middle seat. You know I'll be beside the guy with this carry-on.

By this time tomorrow I'll be yukking it up with my sister and my mom, so it's worth it.

I'm as ready as I can be for Christmas, and just a couple of days after I get home it's going to start raining relatives around here. Matt is flying in on the 22nd, the Edgewater gang will drive over for a couple of days when he gets here, then they'll go home for Christmas Eve and Santa's arrival, coming back on the 26th for a big celebration with us. They'll have to go back to work on the 27th but will leave Little Miss with us until the weekend. It seems complicated and busy because it is. I may need a vacation when it's all over. But enough about holiday craziness. Let me share something that has been providing serenity and beloved quiet time. I haven't been able to touch it for a week or so because I've been so busy, but....

behold this old print that I picked up for a couple bucks.

It's nothing special, kind of corny, but it reminded me so much of the sweet spot where my Grandma and Grandpa Holtz lived. The flower covered arch, the picket fence, busy hens, the pretty little house with pasture behind it. I had to have it. Once I brought it home I started spreading paint around.

I changed most of the flowers to pink, painted the house pink, and roughed in a little figure on that bench. That's my Grandma Ethel. The second chance that I had to work on it I was able to deepen the flowers a bit and paint the window and door trim white (like Ethel's). I gave her a blue dress and an apron, she was always in an apron in my memories. I'll put some little wire glasses on her face and a hint of pink on her cheeks. I'll probably add some trim to that apron (roses?), and the white blob beside her will eventually become a patchwork quilt.

I don't love the yellow trees in the distance, I may turn them green or just change that all to sky. I'll need to add green to that tree hanging just over the arch as well. In my mind this is a summer day on the Holtz spread and that spread had huge shade trees, complete with tire swings and a hammock. Well, the hammock was more of a bed strung between two big trees, all of us kids could pile on. That pasture had sheep and chickens who were great friends for a little girl. For a time it held a pony too. There were berry patches that seemed to stretch forever. Sun-warmed raspberries are still my favorite. Can you see why I thought this spot was paradise? It was the sweetest and safest place in my childhood. This silly project isn't great art, but gosh, it makes me happy. And isn't that what we should be doing, seeking happiness? It doesn't have to be world-changing. We're bombarded with the message that whatever we do must be on a grand scale. Enjoy jogging? You have to do a marathon. Enjoy your hobby? You should turn it into an income-generating business. Enjoy reading? You must start a book club. You like cooking? Apparently you have to video everything you cook for a TikTok or Instagram reel so you can get "likes" from strangers. NOPE. I'm all about soaking up small pleasures. I find joy in quiet pursuits - dabbling with paint or getting lost in a book, making a pot of soup on a chilly day. Why take the joy out of things by making it a competition or seeking approval? Ugh. I'm well aware that maybe it's just me that feels this way. I'm also well aware that I'm rambling about something that you probably don't have much interest in. Oops. I'm going to get upstairs, have a lovely bath and get under the covers with a book. Which reminds me of another small joy - this book!

I admit that since our move I have been unsettled. I miss my sunsets and the deer. I miss the bird song and even the dang raccoons who raided the bird feeder at night. This book has helped center me again. Here's the Amazon link where you can read more, just click through:

I checked it out from the library, but I really need to own it. I could see myself going back to its pages again and again. Small joys. I'm off. Time to soak and then sleep. I'll take along my trusty lap top, but no promises that I'll post from Florida. I think I owe everyone an email (Francie, I love you!) so I'll try to catch up while I'm down there. Sending out lots of love tonight, and hoping that you're finding small joys sprinkled in your days (and if you do, savor them). Stay safe, stay well. XOXO,

Nancy

[syfyhq]

its the end of the 1990′s, a whole new millennium, a fresh start for so many ! sometimes turbulence makes the cd skip or you need to jiggle the headphone wire to get the music back but at least you have something to do during such a long flight. san francisco to sydney. 

a playlist for SYFYHQ inspired by y2k and getting lost on a deserted island. enjoy !

livin' la vida loca - ricky martin

i want it that way - backstreet boys

all the small things - blink 182

wanna be - spice girls

mmmbop - hanson

semi-charmed life - third eye blind

macarena - los del rio

just a girl - no doubt

genie in a bottle - christina aguilera

she's so high - tal bachman

all star  smash mouth

smells like teen spirit - nirvana

sugar - system of a down

show me love - robin s

smooth - santana

everlong - foo fighters

good riddance - green day

creep - radiohead

iris - the goo goo dolls

mr. jone - counting crows

say my name - destinys child

barbie girl - aqua

don't speak - no doubt

you get what you give - new radicals

c'est la vie - b*witched

angels - robbie williams

tubthumping - chubawamba

somewhere over the rainbow - israel kamakawio'ole

leavin, on a jet plane - john denver

[gleesongtournament]

Glee Song Tournament Round One Part 8

Solos (2/5)

Girl On Fire vs Sweet Caroline

Respect vs Leavin On A Jet Plane

If I Were A Boy vs A Little Less Conversation

Fat Bottomed Girls vs No Surrender

Glitter In The Air vs Only The Good Die Young

I Only Have Eyes For You vs Father Figure

Losing My Religion vs Being Good Isn’t Good Enough

Home (s3) vs I Won’t Give Up

Baby vs Ice Ice Baby

I’m Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You vs Gangnam Style

Forever Young vs If I Can’t Have You 

Still Got Tonight vs It’s All Coming Back To Me Now

Cough Syrup vs U Can’t Touch This

Dancing With Myself vs I Want To Break Free

[nat-20s]

playlist for a high fantasy bard who has travelled to modern day and is now looking out the window of their chosen vehicle forlornly?

oughhg ok!

Snow in Venice- Elizaveta

Maybe my song isn't happy enough, but I I see it take flight with the snowflakes above me My coffee gets cold as I'm staring enthralled At the snow that keeps falling outside And traveling light is a curse and a blessing For someone like me, whose heart has gone missing So get on that plane, as the snow turns to rain And I'm writing your name on the glass And see you in London, or maybe in Paris Berlin will be waiting, and so will be Rome And maybe I'll see you again when it's snowing in Venice And I will be on my way home

probably THE single most wistful and semi-melancholy song i know that's perfect for looking out the window and sitting in said melancholy

Leavin' on a jet plane- John Denver

I'm standin' here outside your door I hate to wake you up to say goodbye But the dawn is breakin' It's early morn The taxi's waitin' He's blowin' his horn Already I'm so lonesome I could die

So kiss me and smile for me Tell me that you'll wait for me Hold me like you'll never let me go 'Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane Don't know when I'll be back again Oh babe, I hate to go

Ideal for the bard that left someone behind in their high fantasy realm and is staring out of a jet window thinking about them!

Waiting for my real life to begin- Colin Hay

When I awoke today, suddenly nothing happened But in my dreams, I slew the dragon And down this beaten path, up this cobbled lane I'm walking in my old footsteps, once again

And you say, just be here now Forget about the past, your mask is wearing thin Just let me throw one more dice I know that I can win I'm waiting for my real life to begin

Any minute now, my ship is coming in I'll keep checking the horizon And I'll check my machine, there's sure to be that call It's gonna happen soon, soon, oh so very soon

Perfect for the bard that believes that they'll eventually get to go home again and is yearning for it!! also perfect for hurting my heart!!

i sure uhh. focused on the "forlorn" part of this prompt huh anyway hope you like it!!

[connorsui]

Join you!? ...JOIN YOU !? IM DOING BETTER THAN JOIN IM CLIMBING ON DAT BODY OF HIS LIKE ...Imagine having sukuna bring you out here to this unknown island in the middle of nowhere that you must reach via a jet plane ...all for the purposes of "relaxing" and "having a good time"? ...✨️

Oh I'm not leavin ..he ain't gonna see me begging and pleading to be leavin at any moment of the day when I can go to pool and show off the bikini he so conveniently bought for me -- even better if I allow this man to watch me and then ask to have me sit on his lap

Yall it's a win

private beach

(I'm not promoting littering, I just had to make the seagull make sense.)

[music-in-my-veins14]

Leavin' home, out on the road I've been down before Ridin' along in this big ol' jet plane I've been thinkin' about my home But my love light seems so far away And I feel like it's all been done Somebody's tryin' to make me stay You know I've got to be movin' on

[manyfandomocs]

Initial + C

The wheel wants me to think tonight

Full Name: Cadmus Fulcran Lestrange

Nicknames, If Any: Cad, Lestrange, others

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Gender: Cisgender Male

Sexuality: Gay or Pan I haven't decided

A Song I Associate With Them: Leaving on a Jet Plane by John Denver ( 'Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane / Don't know when I'll be back again )

3 Important Relationships: Draco, George, Hermione

2 Fears: Being like his family, sharks

1 Element of backstory: He became disillusioned with his family after a trip during a Wizarding World Cup

Send me a letter from A-Z and I’ll tell you…