#leavin' on a jet plane

[to-know-how-it-ends]

in canon-era songs to the outsiders leavin' on a jet plane but its marbit before Marcia leaves Tulsa and two-bit behind

[gentlemanschronicles]

[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.

[melyxssa]

His Playboy Bunny

Description: 1999, Los Angeles. you are the hottest Playboy model but your boyfriend James is not quite happy about it.

warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, angst, language, smut (unprotected sex).

The “Playboy Summer Party” has always been the biggest and most iconic event of the entire year. The Mansion filled up with the most famous and hottest celebrities, photographers, models, actors, including the biggest rockstars, and we all partied wild for days.

Me and all of the other Playboy bunnies were thrilled about this event, because we knew that attending it meant only meant two things: music and drinks with famous people.

James never used to be really happy about this, unless he was with me, keeping an eye on everyone and everything at the party, checking on me the whole night.

However, this year was different... James had to fly to New York with his band to attend an important interview, he had to stay away the entire weekend.

The fact that I’ll have to go the party without him didn't excite him, and now he has been giving me the silence treatment for the past few hours, while packing his stuff before heading to the airport.

I check on him, peeking through the half-closed doorframe of our bedroom, while he was picking up some shirts from his closet, his eyes were dark, a shadow of anger reflected in his gaze and his nervous movements. I decide to step in the room, sighing heavily just to make my presence considered: no answer or sign of notice whatsoever from him.

I walk towards the bed and stand next to him, watching every frustrated movement of his, not even trying to turn to look at me. His hair fell a bit over his face, while he kept pushing his clothes into his bag, tending his muscles' biceps, which pointed out his tattoos exposed under his tight black sleeveless t-shirt.

“Are you not gonna say anything or what now?”, I ask him with a tone of frustration, demanding him to talk to me before he left for the flight.

James stopped his frustrated actions for a moment, his hands still gripping a hastily folded t-shirt. He took a deep breath, his broad chest rising and falling under his tight black shirt, jaw clenched tight.

He glanced sideways, hard and unreadable blue eyes behind his messy hair. His voice came out low and gruff.

"What d'ya want, Y/N?”, he grunted, before shoving a few more items into his bag with more force than necessary. "You know I gotta jet. Band stuff."

He finally turned to face me completely, arms crossed over his broad chest. His posture was defensive, body language closed off.

“I’m not in the mood for any bullshit right now.”

He muttered, looking at me up and down, his tone was blunt, almost rude, clearly agitated and distracted by his impending trip and the thoughts swirling in his head.

I stay silent watching him zipping his bag closed and grabbing his sunglasses and leather jacket. I scoff at his cocky attitude.

“You’re just gonna leave without saying a word? After ignoring me for hours?”

I tried to keep it cool, but it was obvious my tone hinted something else, irritation floated in the air between us after these words left my mouth.

James halted in his tracks, his shoulders stiffed at the irritation in my voice. He let out a sharp exhale through his nose, a sound of pure exasperation. Turning slowly, he pinned me with a hard stare, blue eyes glinting with a mix of anger and something else, something more vulnerable.

"Listen, I ain't got time for any of this right now, alright?" He growled, tone low and rough.

"I got a fuckin' plane to catch, and a bunch of other shit to deal with." He stepped closer, almost invading my personal space, using his height and broad build to try and intimidate me into backing down.

"You think I'm happy about leavin' you here, at that damn party, with all those fuckin' creeps sniffin' around you like you're some piece of meat?"

His voice rose with each word, his eyes flashing.

He walks back towards the bed reaching for his bag, finally grabbing it ready to go. Rolling my eyes, I move closer to him searching for his eyes.

”Are you serious right now? Again with this shit? You know this is my job, I gotta go there every year to meet new people, certainly not to flirt with some other men, you already came with me, basically all the music industry knows that we are together.

Why won’t you trust me?”

Now I was the exhausted one. James gripped the strap of his bag tightly, knuckles turning white. He met my gaze, his eyes stormy and intense. His jaw clenched and unclenched as he struggled to rein in his temper and the swirling emotions inside him.

"Trust?" He scoffed bitterly. "Trust is earned, Y/N. And let's face it, you didn’t exactly made it easy for me to just fuckin' trust you at a damn party like that." His voice was a low, mocking parody of gentleness.

"I know it's your job. I fuckin' get it. But that doesn’t mean I gotta like it. You think I'm blind not to see the way those assholes look at you? The way they want you?”

He shook his head, a harsh laugh escaped his lips.

"I may not be fuckin' perfect, but I know when a man wants to take what's mine."

His eyes rolled before letting his sunglasses fall on his nose, with a scoff escaping his mouth.

“You knew damn well about my job since you started dating me, James!"

I suddenly snap, James flinched slightly at the harsh tone in my voice, but held his ground. His eyes narrowed, turning into cold, moving closer.

"Don't fuckin' yell at me like that!” He growled, yelling back as loud.

“Yeah, I knew what your job was. Doesn't mean I gotta be okay with watchin' other pricks drool all over you like a goddamn doll, or watching photographers take pictures of you naked, knowing they jerk off on them right after.” He stepped back, grabbing his bag and heading for the door, he left me speechless again.

“Have fun, I’ll see you in a few days.”

And with that he left, leaving me standing in our bedroom.

The night came, and the chauffeur drove me to the Playboy Mansion with some of the other models, to get ready for the party.

All of us wore glittery pink outfits, bunny ears on and champagne glasses in our hands, walking and dancing to the hottest music and entertaining the people around us.

I spent the whole night hopelessly hoping for one of the waiters to come and tell me that someone was on the phone waiting for me, but of course, James didn’t call, without even letting me know if he landed in New York.

Sitting on the red lips couch in front of the big pool among all the people, suddenly a pornstar martini popped up in front of my eyes held by tattooed hand with black polish nails. I raise my sight to the tall figure in front of me, revealing the cocky glam bassist of Mötley Crüe, Nikki Sixx.

With an amused smirk on his lips, he glanced again at the glass in his hand.

“Believe it or not, but this is for you”, he says after seeing I didn’t move since I noticed him.

“Thanks”, I simply say smiling at him. Doing the same, he sits next to me, holding an arm behind the back of the couch.

“Waiting for your man?”, he asks looking among the people in front of us.

“He is not coming this year”, I answer with the coldest voice tone ever, making him nod, his dark eyes eating me.

“Got it… he lets you have fun with others”, he smirks again at his own words.

“What does that mean?”, scoffing I look away from him still feeling his gaze upon me.

“Just saying… he never seemed that happy to see you here the past years, I was wondering how he could just let you come here alone this time…”, he continues leaning closer so I could hear him better due to the loud music around us.

“It’s my job, I gotta stay here tonight as always, and he knows…”

My patience was already at its limit, he laughs seeing my tone changing again.

“Yeah I see… you were funnier when I met you for the first time a few years ago, you know Y/N? Less cold.”

I nod faking a laugh while keep drinking my cocktail.

“You mind if I let you forget about him for a few hours?”, he whispers again leaning even closer to my face, making me jump up from the couch.

“I’m not a whore Sixx, you already played this game three years ago and my answer always been the same, and it won’t change tonight”

With that I walk away, my body shaking by the anger of such a conversation that I unfortunately used to be familiar with.

— Third person POV —

It’s the next day. After the band’s interview was finally over they all walk back to their private lounge, in the building where they had their meeting.

James sat back on one of the couches in the room, with hands in his hair, still frustrated by the argument he had with Y/N the day before, also feeling guilty for not calling her.

He woke up from his thoughts after seeing a last hour magazine being thrown on the couch next to him. “Page six man”, says Lars in a low tone.

James’ big hands reach for the tabloid in front of him, quickly opening the sixth page, eyebrows furrowed reading the article:

“Playboy bunny, Y/N Y/LN, aka James Hetfield’s date since 1994, spotted really busy having a close interaction with Mötley Crüe’s bassist Nikki Sixx at the Playboy Mansion Summer Party last night. End of an iconic couple? Start of another metal love for the Playboy bombshell?”

The picture printed all over the page caught the exact moment where Nikki tried to flirt with her a second, before she walked away leaving him on the couch. James took a deep breath, before a sound of pure rage started escaping his lungs. He crumpled the magazine in his fist, crushing it into a tight ball of anger and pain. His mind raced with a whirlwind of dark, accusing thoughts. He had left her alone for one damn night, and she'd already found someone else to cozy up to?

James rounded on Lars, eyes blazing.

"Did you see this?" He snarled, shoving the crushed magazine towards his bandmate. "Did you fuckin' see who she's with?"

His voice rose with each word, tinged with a manic edge of disbelief and fury. All the other members of the band in the room turning to watch the scene in silence.

“Man, calm down, come on, you know tabloids write fake shit about everyone, I'm sure it's not how it seems.” Kirk tried to calm down James, who snapped up from the couch walking back and forth through room nervously.

James paced like a caged animal, unable to sit still, too agitated and consumed by rage to calm down. He shook his head, a harsh, bitter laugh escaping him.

"Not how it seems? Are you fuckin' kidding me, Kirk?" He whirled around, eyes wild and accusing, his hands clenched into fists, trembling with the force of his anger.

He turned back to the crumpled magazine, smoothing it out to take another look at the incriminating photo.

"She's a fuckin' Playboy bunny, for Christ's sake. She's supposed to act like she's into those assholes." He gritted his teeth, a muscle ticking in his jaw.

"And you're telling me to calm down?" He shook his head, a cynical, disbelieving laugh escaped his lips. "I don't fuckin' think so." And with that James walked out of the room, slamming the door making it echoing through all the hallway.

— Y/N’s POV —

A few days passed from the party, and today James should be back home already, but I didn’t hear from him ever since he left.

I was taking a shower in our bedroom’s bathroom when I hear heavy steps coming from the stairs heading closer. As my head slipped under the warm water in relax, the shower’s curtain suddenly opens, making me jump and scream, and it revealed to be James. His tall figure, unbuttoned shirt, cowboy boots and black jeans, with an angry expression printed on his face, stood in front of me.

“What the fuck, James?! You scared me!”, I snap removing the water drops from my eyes so I could see him better.

He lifts an opened ruined magazine “Fucking Sixx!” He yells throwing it at me, still standing in the shower.

I quickly pick it up and read the article about her and him.

“None of this it’s true James!”, I say looking at the infamous picture. James scoffs looking away, passing a hand through his hair in frustration.

“I can’t fucking believe you think this shit is real!”. I throw the article on the bathroom floor as I finally step out of the shower.

I grab a towel and wrap it around my body. I walk towards the bathroom fogged up mirror, still feeling James’s presence behind me, in complete silence.

He steps closer, invading my space. The heat of his body radiated against my back, still damp from the shower. He gripped my shoulders, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

"You think I don't see the way he looks at you, like he wants to devour you whole?"

He reached out, gripping my jaw roughly and turning my face forcing me to meet his gaze. A devious smirk grows on my lips feeling his hands on me like this.

He was infuriated, but his rough grip around my face and his rough tone weirdly turned me on. James' eyes narrowed as he noticed the sudden change in my expression, his grip tightening on my cheeks.

He leaned in closer, breath hot and heavy against my face.

"You think this is funny, Y/N?” He growled, voice a low, dangerous rumble. "You think it's fuckin' funny I just saw another man drooling all over what's mine?" His other hand slid down to my waist, gripping my towel-clad hip possessively.

Despite his anger, he couldn't ignore the way his body responded to the feel of my soft curves beneath his fingertips. He knew I could feel it too, the way his jeans tightened and his breathing grew heavier.

"I should fuckin' spank your ass for being such a tease, for lettin' that prick approach you like that."

He moved closer, with his grip moving down my neck, he pressed his hips against mine, letting me feel the evidence of his desire. "Maybe that's what you fuckin' want though, isn't it? To be put in your place." I let a low chuckle, challenging him and provoke him.

“Guess”.

James' eyes flashed, pupils dilating with a mix of rage and dark desire at my respond.

A low, animalistic growl rumbled in his chest as he pressed me harder against the bathroom counter, the cold marble a stark contrast to the heat radiating off his body.

"Oh, you want me to fuckin’ guess?" He snarled, one hand sliding up to grip my hair, tugging on it roughly to angle my head back, to show my neck off.

"You want to play this game, you little tease?" His other hand slid down to grab a handful of my ass, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises.

"You want me to fuckin' put you in your place, show you who you belong to?"

He ground his hips against mines, making sure I could feel every hard inch of him through the denim of his jeans and the towel, the only things separating our bodies.

He leaned down, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark. "Watch your fuckin' mouth, girl. Or I'll do it for you." He promised darkly, voice a low, lust-filled growl.

James suddenly flipped me around to face the steamy mirror, roughly removing my towel and exposing my bare skin to the humid air.

Without warning, he raised his hand and brought it down hard on the supple flesh of my ass, the sound of the sharp slap echoing off the tiled walls, before I could hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled, along with his pants dropping on the floor, leaving him in just his tight black boxer briefs.

The thick outline of his hard cock strained against the fabric, and he removed it immediately after. With a low, animalistic growl, James grabbed my hips. He kicked my legs apart wider, lining himself up with my entrance. And with no preamble, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside my tight, wet heat with one brutal stroke.

He set a punishing pace, hips slapping against the reddened cheeks of my ass as he fucked me hard and fast, the way he'd been craving since he saw that damn photo.

Each thrust pushed me harder against the bathroom counter, my breasts bounced with the force of his movements.

"Fuck, Y/N.”

He grunted, fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as he rutted into me, kissing and biting my neck. "This is what you get for teasin' me, you little slut… for letting another man get that close to you. I want you to see yourself as I fuck you like this.”

He leaned down, teeth now sinking into the tender skin of my shoulder, marking me, claiming me. "You're fuckin' mine, Y/N. Say it." He orders breathless against my ear “I’m yours James”, I say moaning desperately, keeping my hands on the foggy mirror, letting them slide down at each thrust.

He could feel my walls fluttering around him, feel the way my body responded to his possession, to the way he was claiming me so thoroughly. It spurred him on, made him fuck me harder, faster, chasing the release he so desperately needed.

He gripped my hip strongly with his left hand, while the other gripped my hair back, before letting two fingers slide into my mouth, back and forth down my throat, feeling my warm drool cover them.

His balls tightened, he approached the edge. He leaned forward, teeth sinking into the junction of my neck and shoulder, marking me as his property.

”Fuck, I'm gonna... I'm gonna fuckin'...!" He couldn't finish his plead that his orgasm crashed over him like a tsunami wave. He buried himself to the hilt inside of me, cock pulsing and jerking as he emptied himself into me, painting my insides with his warm seed, making me finish right after at that sensation, making my gummy walls tighten around his throbbing and sensitive cock.

James stood behind me, his chest grew as he caught his breath in the aftermath of his intense release. He kept my body pinned against the bathroom counter, his softening cock still buried deep inside me, and his arms wrapped around my body.

After a long moment, he leaned down, breath hot and heavy against my ear, staring at me through my exhausted reflection.

"Don't think this means I'm still not fuckin' pissed at you."

He muttered, voice low and gruff. "You're mine, Babe. You know that’s right.” He nipped at my earlobe, tugging on it with his teeth.

"But you gotta stop being such a goddamn tease all the time. It ain't fuckin' fair to either of us." He pulled back slightly still staring at my reflection in the mirror, blue eyes intense and serious. "I can't stand the thought of another man wanting to take you like I just did. You understand me?" I nod at his words, before he grabbed my face, leaving a soft but passionate kiss on my pink lips.

He slowly slides out of me, watching his cum drip out of me and smirking proudly, before looking at me.

“Now get ready, baby, I’ll wait for you in the bedroom.” With a smile he winked at me before leaving the bathroom, and closing the door behind him.

-mel

[sorencd]

HELLUURRRRR hehe I've thought abt smtg

how abt fake dating with steven meeks with a pinch of oblivious mutual pinning?

maybe the reader doesn't want to be shipped with any other guys in Welton thus she offered meeks to fake date? or anything that makes sense for u?

havva nice day lovie!

flowers in december , mazzy star

pairing : steven meeks x reader word count : 471 words author's note : leavin u guys on a jet plane with this one hehe (i WILL write a part 2 do not worry!!) also i just really love mazzy star expect mazzy star themed fics from me for the next few months hihi

a scowl, that you had little intention to hide, was on your once smiling lips. you were being teased with charlie, and you didn’t like it one bit. you were teetering on the edge of wiping that smug grin off of charlie’s face. he was smirking, all the while his friends were enjoying the laugh their getting out of teasing you.

from the corner of your eye, you saw steven walk past the room you were in. a glimmer of hope radiated into the air,

‘thank you, steven meeks, for being the man that you are.’ you exclaimed to yourself in relief, scurrying away from your seat and following where steven was headed to. eager to get away from charlie and his gang of buffoons.

as soon as you caught up to him, you lightly tapped his shoulder to signal your presence. you felt his body lightly jolt at your touch before turning to face you, who went beside him.

a small smile replaced the blank state his lips were in before he opened them to speak, “(y/n), hi.” he gently greeted.

“steven! thank goodness you went through here, you’re a lifesaver, you know that?”

he rasied an eyebrow in response, curious as to what you were talking about, “what happened?”

your smile contorted into a frown, remembering the exact reason why you were here with steven.

“it’s charlie and his stupid…friends. not including you,” you remarked with furrowed brows and crossed arms, “his friends keep on teasing me with charlie, and he’s not making any effort to stop them. which pisses me off even more.”

“that does sound annoying,” he nodded emphatically. “let’s keep walking?” steven warmly offered, he waited for you to take the first steps before following suit.

you continued on venting your frustrations, making sure to be as animated as possible. “it’s like he- enjoys being teased with me. i don’t-“ you held your head in anger, “when will i ever find any peace in this place.”

steven laughed at your childishness as he watched your every move intently. “what do you plan on doing about it?”

“i-i don’t…know? like what could i possibly even do, it’s not like they’d listen to me. i’ve already tried.”

“maybe you should get a boyfriend.” he joked, raising his eyebrows with a smug grin.

to steven’s surprise, your face lit up. “that’s a great idea! we’ll pretend that you’re my boyfriend!” you cheered, a giddy smile spread across your face, “you know, sometimes i’m so proud to have someone like you by my side. your brain really is something, huh?”

and before steven could even react, you darted off back to the classroom with profound confidence. leaving the poor boy alone in the hallway, who somehow found himself in a fake relationship with the person he’s in love with.

“what?”

[torturedfolkloredepartment]

So I found out there were 164 songs that were banned the day after 9/11 so i got curious. Here are all the ones that were banned.

3 Doors Down – Duck and Run

311 – Down

AC/DC – Shot Down in Flames

AC/DC – Shoot to Thrill

AC/DC – Dirty Deeds

AC/DC – Highway to Hell

AC/DC – Safe in New York City

AC/DC – TNT

AC/DC – Hell’s Bells

Ad Libs – The Boy from New York City

Alanis Morissette – Ironic

Alice in Chains – Rooster

Alice in Chains – Sea of Sorrow

Alice in Chains – Down in a Hole

Alice in Chains – Them Bones

Alien Ant Farm – Smooth Criminal

Animals – We Gotta Get Out of This Place

Arthur Brown – Fire

Bangles – Walk Like an Egyptian

Barenaked Ladies – Falling for the First Time

Barry McGuire – Eve of Destruction

Beastie Boys – Sure Shot

Beastie Boys – Sabotage

The Beatles – A Day in the Life

The Beatles – Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds

The Beatles – Ticket To Ride

The Beatles – Obla Di, Obla Da

Billy Joel – Only the Good Die Young

Black Sabbath – War Pigs

Black Sabbath – Sabbath Bloody Sabbath

Blood Sweat and Tears – And When I Die

Blue Oyster Cult – Burnin’ For You

Bob Dylan / Guns N’ Roses – Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door

Bobby Darin – Mack the Knife

Boston – Smokin’

Brooklyn Bridge – Worst That Could Happen

Bruce Springsteen – I’m On Fire

Bruce Springsteen – Goin’ Down

Bruce Springstein – War

Buddy Holly and the Crickets – That’ll Be the Day

Bush – Speed Kills

Carole King – I Feel the Earth Move

Cat Stevens – Peace Train

Cat Stevens – Morning Has Broken

Chi-Lites – Have You Seen Her

The Clash – Rock the Casbah

Creedence Clearwater Revival – Travelin’ Band

The Cult – Fire Woman

Dave Clark Five – Bits and Pieces

Dave Matthews Band – Crash Into Me

Dio – Holy Diver

Don McLean – American Pie

The Doors – The End

Drifters – On Broadway

Drowning Pool – Bodies

Edwin Starr – War

Elton John – Benny & The Jets

Elton John – Daniel

Elton John – Rocket Man

Elvis – (You’re the) Devil in Disguise

Everclear – Santa Monica

Filter – Hey Man, Nice Shot

Fontella Bass – Rescue Me

Foo Fighters – Learn to Fly

Jimi Hendrix – Hey Joe

Frank Sinatra – New York, New York

Fuel – Bad Day

The Gap Band – You Dropped a Bomb On Me

Godsmack – Bad Religion

Green Day – Brain Stew

Happenings – See You in September

Herman’s Hermits – Wonderful World

Hollies – He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother

J. Frank Wilson – Last Kiss

Jackson Brown – Doctor My Eyes

James Taylor – Fire and Rain

Jan and Dean – Dead Man’s Curve

Jerry Lee Lewis – Great Balls of Fire

Jimi Hendrix – Hey Joe

John Lennon – Imagine

John Mellencamp – Crumbling Down

John Mellencamp – I’m On Fire

John Parr – St. Elmo’s Fire

Judas Priest – Some Heads Are Gonna Roll

Kansas – Dust in the Wind

Korn – Falling Away From Me

Led Zeppelin – Stairway to Heaven

Lenny Kravitz – Fly Away

Limp Bizkit – Break Stuff

Local H – Bound for the Floor

Los Bravos – Black is Black

Louis Armstrong – What A Wonderful World

Lynyrd Skynyrd – Tuesday’s Gone

Martha & the Vandellas – Nowhere to Run

Martha & the Vandellas – Dancing in the Streets

Megadeth – Dread and the Fugitive

Megadeth – Sweating Bullets

Metallica – Seek and Destroy

Metallica – Harvester or Sorrow

Metallica – Enter Sandman

Metallica – Fade to Black

Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels – Devil with the Blue Dress

Mudvayne – Death Blooms

Neil Diamond – America

Nina – 99 Luft Balloons/99 Red Balloons

Nine Inch Nails – Head Like a Hole

Norman Greenbaum – Spirit in the Sky

Oingo Boingo – Dead Man’s Party

Ozzy Osbourne – Suicide Solution

Paper Lace – The Night Chicago Died

Pat Benatar – Hit Me with Your Best Shot

Pat Benatar – Love is a Battlefield

Paul McCartney and Wings – Live and Let Die

Peter Gabriel – When You’re Falling

Peter and Gordon – I Go To Pieces

Peter and Gordon – A World Without Love

Peter Paul and Mary – Blowin’ in the Wind

Peter Paul and Mary – Leavin’ on a Jet Plane

Petula Clark – A Sign of the Times

Phil Collins – In the Air Tonight

Pink Floyd – Run Like Hell

Pink Floyd – Mother

P.O.D. – Boom

Pretenders – My City Was Gone

Queen – Another One Bites the Dust

Queen – Killer Queen

All Rage Against The Machine songs

Red Hot Chili Peppers – Aeroplane

Red Hot Chili Peppers – Under the Bridge

R.E.M. – It’s the End of the World as We Know It

Rickey Nelson – Travelin’ Man

Rolling Stones – Ruby Tuesday

Saliva – Click Click Boom

Sam Cooke – Wonderful World

Santana – Evil Ways

Savage Garden – Crash and Burn

Shelly Fabares – Johnny Angel

Simon And Garfunkel – Bridge Over Troubled Water

Skeeter Davis – End of the World

Slipknot – Left Behind

Slipknot – Wait and Bleed

Smashing Pumpkins – Bullet With Butterfly Wings

Soundgarden – Blow Up the Outside World

Soundgarden – Fell on Black Days

Soundgarden – Black Hole Sun

Steam – Na Na Na Na Hey Hey

Steve Miller – Jet Airliner

Stone Temple Pilots – Big Bang Baby

Stone Temple Pilots – Dead and Bloated

Sugar Ray – Fly

Surfaris – Wipeou

System Of A Down – Chop Suey!

Talking Heads – Burning Down the House

Temple of the Dog – Say Hello to Heaven

Third Eye Blind – Jumper

Three Degrees – When Will I See You Again

Tom Petty – Free Fallin’

Tool – Intolerance

Tramps – Disco Inferno

U2 – Sunday Bloody Sunday

Van Halen – Dancing In The Street

Van Halen – Jump

Yager and Evans – In the Year 2525

Youngbloods – Get Together

Zombies – She’s Not There

[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.”

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[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 🙃

[astoopidfool]

So this one might be a little out there, but I think that this song has some really Buck and Tommy breakup coded wording. I really love this song.

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So kiss me and smile for me

Tell me that you'll wait for me

Hold me like you'll never let me go

One more time

'Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane

Don't know when I'll be back again

Oh babe, I hate to go

Now the time has come to leave you

Let me kiss you

Then close your eyes

And I'll be on my way

Dream about the days to come

When I won't have to leave alone

About the times, I won't have to say

[fitsofgloom]

'Cause I'm Leavin' On A Jet Plane

Don't Know When I'll Be Back Again

Oh Babe, I Hate To Go . . .

[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

[cowboylvr]

Dear Peter. I'm leavin' on a jet plane. Don't know when I'll be back again.

[hungrytravellers]

Half The World Away…

“Who knows where the road may lead us, only a fool would say who knows who we’ll meet along the way follow the brightest star as far as the brave may dare what will we find when we get there?” La Sagrada Familia – Alan Parsons “In a big country, dreams stay with you, like a lover’s voice fires the mountainside” In A Big Country – Big Country “I’m leavin’ on a jet plane don’t know when…

[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…

[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.)