#mrs. puff you're fired

[spongebobsoundtrack]

Ivor Slaney - Dramatic Impact 1

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Episodes

SpongeBob SquarePants

41b. "SpongeGuard on Duty" 

44a. "Nasty Patty" 

48a. "No Weenies Allowed"

52a. "Chocolate with Nuts"

60a. "SpongeBob Meets the Strangler" 

69b. "Mrs. Puff, You're Fired" 

81. "Friend or Foe" 

94a. "Blackened Sponge" 

101b. "Krabby Road" 

109b. "The Krabby Kronicle"

Kamp Koral: SpongeBob's Under Years

19a. "Painting with Squidward" 

The Patrick Star Show

14b. "FitzPatrick" 

15a. "Uncredible Journey" 

Video games

. "Plankton's Robotic Revenge" 

[babyflorencee]

Loving You In Secret (Pt.2)

Reese Wilkerson x fem!Reader

It always started with the creak of the bedroom window. A soft click of the lock popping back. The faint rustle of bushes just outside the house. The occasional whisper of denim scraping brick. Then, his voice—low, whispering, clumsy: "Babe? You better not be asleep, or I swear I'm gonna trip and fall and break my face."

And then there he'd be. Reese Wilkerson. Standing crooked in the frame of her window, hair tousled from running across yards, sneakers muddy from the neighbor's sprinklers, a grin on his face that made her heart stop and then start again all at once. The streetlight behind him gave him a silver outline, like some kind of delinquent angel. He'd shimmy in like a chaotic cat burglar, knock over a lamp or two, curse under his breath, and then—finally—collapse next to her on the bed.

"Ugh," he'd groan, breathless. "Your stupid rose bush stabbed me in the leg again. What do you even feed that thing? Human blood?"

Y/n would laugh, already pulling him under the covers, her hands cold from the window glass, finding warmth in the crook of his neck. His skin was always a little warm, like he'd been storing sunlight all day just for her.

"Shhh," she'd whisper, burying her face against his shoulder. "My dad's still awake downstairs."

That always made him stiffen for half a second—Mr. Y/l/n was no joke. A six-foot-tall retired marine with arms like battering rams and a face that looked like it had never smiled once. He hated Reese. Hated the way he dressed, the way he laughed too loud, the way he once tried to fix the sink and flooded the entire kitchen. Said Reese was a bad influence. Said he was reckless.

He wasn't wrong. But Y/n didn't care.

"I don't get why he hates me," Reese whispered dramatically. "I only set one small fire. And I put it out. Sort of."

She rolled her eyes. "He also caught you sneaking hot wings into church."

Reese grinned, smug. "Yeah. But in my defense... it was Sunday. And I was starving. Plus, God created buffalo sauce for a reason."

Every night was like this. A rush of adrenaline. A sweet secret. A little bit of danger wrapped in cotton sheets and whispered jokes. They lived in the space between shadows and lamplight, and in that space, everything was beautiful. Sometimes they just lay there, watching the ceiling fan turn lazily in the dark. Other times, Reese would hold her so tight she could barely breathe—but in the best way possible.

He was terrible at words, but perfect in feeling. He didn't write her poems (that she knew about) or say romantic things, but he'd bring her weird trinkets he found—half-melted army men, a broken music box he "liberated" from the school lost-and-found, a cherry ring pop that made her tongue red for hours.

"This is your engagement ring," he'd say proudly. "You're welcome."

When she giggled, he'd puff up like he just won an award.

"You know I'm, like, so good at this boyfriend thing, right?" he'd whisper, his voice a raspy hush in the dark. "I mean, I'm loyal, I sneak in quietly—except that one time with the trash cans—and I'd beat up, like, a hundred dudes for you. A hundred, babe."

"I know you would," she'd say, pressing her lips to his temple, the warm scent of his shampoo lingering—cheap drugstore apple stuff he'd never admit he used.

Sometimes they'd just kiss for what felt like hours, slow and sweet and quiet, like the world outside didn't exist. Like her dad wasn't downstairs, like the sun would never rise, like they weren't just two teenagers who had no idea what they were doing but were doing it anyway because it felt right.

He'd trace lazy circles on her back, call her "baby" in this exaggerated deep voice that made her laugh, then get all serious when she actually looked at him for too long. Like her eyes could undo him.

"You know," he said one night, voice softer than usual, "I think I'm, like... totally, completely obsessed with you."

She blinked. "Really?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Like. If I had to choose between you and free meatball subs for life... I'd hesitate for a second... but I'd pick you."

"You're so romantic," she said, pretending to swoon.

"I know," he whispered. "It's kind of a curse."

But then, sometimes, Reese would get quiet. Not often. Just once in a while, when he thought she was asleep. He'd stroke her hair and stare out the window like he was trying to figure out the world.

"You're the only thing that makes me feel like I'm not totally screwing up my life," he'd murmur. "Like... maybe I'm not just the dumb guy who punches vending machines and ruins everything. You make me feel like I could be more. Even if I don't know what the hell that is."

She'd open her eyes and pull him closer, kissing the hollow under his jaw where he was soft and human and real.

"You already are more," she'd whisper. "You just don't see it yet."

Outside, the crickets sang. The moon hung heavy over the neighborhood like a watchful eye.

The world felt paused, painted in navy and silver and secrets. Somewhere, a dog barked. A car passed. A dream began.

Inside, they stayed tangled in each other, like two kids who knew the world didn't want them to work, didn't want them to love. But they didn't care.

Because Reese Wilkerson might have been reckless, might have been a little dumb, might have been chaos wrapped in denim—but to her, he was everything.

And in the dark, with her head on his chest and his arm slung over her protectively like he was guarding a treasure, everything felt perfect.

Even if it couldn't last forever. Even if one day, her dad did find out and send Reese flying out that window headfirst.

Even then—it'd still be worth it.

Because this? This was love, Wilkerson-style.

[ashthesalamipiece]

"Operation: Loopy"

You were a strong, independent aspiring hero. You’d faced villains, explosions, and Bakugo’s screaming. But none of that prepared you for the wildest opponent yet…

…a wisdom tooth extraction.

You blinked awake, mouth stuffed with gauze, brain foggy, and vision blurry. The fluorescent lights above you hummed like a villain’s theme music. Was this Tartarus?

“She lives!” a dramatic voice shouted. That was—oh god—Denki Kaminari, filming you on his phone.

“GET THAT CAMERA OUTTA MY EYE SOCKET!” you bellowed. Or at least, you thought you bellowed. It came out more like: “Geff dat camma outta my faysalkit.”

Mina popped into view, laughing hysterically. “Girl, you sound like you’re summoning demons!”

You tried to sit up. “Iz dis… is dis my quirk? Am I… a duck?”

“Honestly? Maybe,” said Kirishima, gently pushing you back down. “You’re being super unbreakable right now, though. Respect.”

You squinted at him. “You got… rocks for skin. Are you okay? Like emotionally?”

“Wow, even under anesthesia, she checks in on us,” Tsuyu said calmly from the foot of the bed. “That’s kinda sweet.”

“I love all of you,” you mumbled dramatically, reaching for Todoroki’s face. “Especially you, Mr. Ice-and-Fire Cream Sandwich…”

“…I’m gonna pretend that was a compliment,” Todoroki muttered, letting you poke his cheek with your numb finger.

Bakugo, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, muttered, “This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s a disaster.”

You gasped. “You take that back, Kacchan! I’m a beautiful disaster.”

The gauze puff in your mouth fell out mid-monologue and Denki nearly dropped his phone laughing. “We’re keeping that. That's going in the group chat AND your graduation video.”

Finally, the nurse arrived to check on you, only for you to gasp and shout, “WAIT. AM I STILL A DUCK?!”

“No, sweetie. You're not a duck.”

“...Disappointing.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Devil Wears Armani 1

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you're the CEO's new PA and you find the work too much to handle. (short!reader)

Characters: Tony Stark, this reader is known as Georgie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

The world stands still for Tony Stark but you run for him. You flit between the bodies on the street, hangers hooked in your fingers as the heavy suit bags bounces on your back. You’re breathless and dizzy as you get to the glass doors, nearly colliding with one as it opens from the other side. You clamour around it and apologise to the stranger that steps through. 

You check your watch as you hurry across the lobby. Ahead, you see the elevator filling up. No way. It’ll take forever with stops at every floor. You divert and head for the stairs. What’s a little more fire in your lungs? 

You burst through the door and scuff towards the first flight, barely keeping from shouldering the brick wall. You huff and puff your way up, feeling around your crossbody bag until you free your phone. Stark’s messages assure you that you’re not fast enough. You were warned about being run through your paces but you haven’t sat down in what feels like weeks. 

‘Suits. My Office. Now.’ 

His last message is fed up. You won’t offer excuses about the traffic or the dry cleaner losing the tags. You will just smile and accept the reprimand. That’s what the job is. Taking shit. You have no misconceptions left, not since Louise told you what happened to the last PA. You hope she’s in good therapy. You should look into some once your benefits kick in. 

You rush across the floor of desk, paying little mind to the paper that flutter in your stead or how the suit bags hit the edge of monitors. You can’t stop. Somehow, he’ll know if you do. 

You enter the hidden lobby where your desk sits guard to the CEO’s office and you gulp down humid breaths as you near his door. You knock furiously but don’t wait for the response. You push the handle with your elbow and lean into the door, scrambling through in victory. 

“Mr. Stark, your suits--” 

You stop short and the hangs fall as your fingers bend back too far and the suit bags slide down to your feet. Your eyes widen as Annabel’s crystal blue eyes roll up to meet yours as she lays across the desk, Mr. Stark’s silver-streaked hair over her chest as he buries his face in her cleavage, her dress pulled down just to the top of her ribcage. 

“Oh, gosh, sorry!” 

You put your hand up to block your view and bend to gather up the mess of dry cleaning. You swipe the bags up by the hooks of the hangers, spinning in a panic and fleeing back through the door. You snap it shut and race over to your desk.  

The round desk sits behind a ledge that hides all but your hairline from the few of visitors and other employees. The chair is set as high as it will go and yes, you can barely see from your perch. You’ve moved the monitor twenty times and it’s not made it any better. 

You sling the suit bags over the back of the desk and drop into the chair. Horror crawls up your chest and neck and threaten to choke you. Your heart continues to pound as your adrenaline slowly recedes. It’s more than just the cross-city sprint that has you out of sorts. 

Shoot! Why did you just go in like that? You knocked but you didn’t wait. You were so set on the finish line you didn’t see the red flag beside the checkered. You groan and slump forward, cradling your head as it throbs. You’re fired. 

You sit up and use your phone camera to fix your addled appearance, your glasses crooked and low on your nose. You did yourself no favours in your excess. You’re even more of a mess than usual. Dang. You put your phone down and untangle your crossbody bag and open the bottom drawer. You hesitate to drop it in, should you bother? You should start packing up. 

You tuck the bag away and use your foot to close the drawer. You don’t know what to do so you do what you always do. Work. 

You roll up to the monitor and login, fingers fluttering over the slender keyboard. You bring up Mr. Stark’s inbox and filter through the endless correspondence. His calendar’s full enough that most of the invites are an automatic ‘no’. 

You hear the door across from your open but don’t look up. Your cheeks blaze as Annabel’s clears her throat and struts away with a tap of heels. Your eyes widen behind your screen and you cough as you focus on your task. 

Mr. Stark doesn’t appear right away but you sense his silhouette in the doorway before he approaches. Your hands shake and your typing turns to gibberish. You still your fingers but keep them hovered over the keys. You bite down on the inside of your lip as you stare at the monitor. 

“My suits belong in my office,” he says. 

“Yes sir,” you reply obediently and stand abruptly, “just let me--” 

You trip around the swiveling chair and scoop up the suit bags. You step down from behind the raises desk and come around, overly aware of his looming shadow. You feel even smaller with your armful. 

He chuckles, “what was the hold up? I got bored.” 

“Sorry, sir,” you answer, “I’ll do better.” 

You scuff over the floor in your flats and into his open office. His desk is still a mess from his playtime. You veer towards the rolling rack against the wall and hang his suits. He steps into the doorway and watches you. 

You go to the desk without a thought and start tidying up. You’re such a busy body when you’re nervous. His soles tap on the floor as he enters and sucks his teeth. 

“She’s a cutie, huh?” Stark snickers, “and her assets are... admirable.” 

You blanch and back up, pushing your hands behind your back as you face him, “I’m sorry, sir. That won’t happen again.” 

“Oh, it will,” he smirks, “there’s enough pretty girls around...” He winks, “maybe next time, you’ll join.” 

You blink and your mouth opens just slightly. You’re speechless. He laughs again. 

“I’m playing with you,” his expression hardens and he crosses his arms, “go, get back to work.” He demands as he shakes his head, “next time don’t be fucking late.” 

[shadowtriovibes]

Hello,

Can you write some shameless pre-relationship Sebastian x mc flirting? Like pining, comparing hand sizes, teasing about height, all that cringe cute stuff! Just go off on that however you like!

hello anon!! here's a quick 1.5k pg-rated words for you because i'd just started a little drabble of MC working at j pippin's for the summer and it turned into two goofy teens in love 🥹

edit: i felt like this deserved a name so i'm calling it "the potioneer's apprentice" and i personally love a potion-loving MC characterization very much so i may return to this 'verse later on xoxo

"I happen to know that you can make a perfectly good batch of Wiggenweld yourself," you point out. Sebastian watches distractedly while you untie your hair, shaking it loose as it falls down to your shoulders. "W-well, yours is better," he insists. "Always has been, even Sharp said so." "It's even better now," you say proudly, pulling one of the bottles out of your bag to hand to him. "...You're not actually hurt, are you?" "No, just bored," he admits. "I wanted to see you."

Staring down at the order slip in your hands, you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling.

Mr. Sebastian Sallow Feldcroft Hamlet

x3 Wiggenweld x1 Focus x1 Felix Felicis

“Simple enough,” Parry Pippin says cheerfully, tucking a knut into the pocket of the postal owl that had just dropped off your latest order. “I’ll put together the Liquid Luck, I know that’s a tricky one.”

Bustling over to his potions station, he adds, “I trust brewing the Wiggenweld and Focus draughts should be no problem for you?”

“Of course,” you say, quickly tying up your hair before lighting a fire beneath the cauldron at your own station.

You’ve been an apprentice at J. Pippin’s Potions for just over a month, refining your potions skills over the summer break – and helping keep an eye on things in Hogsmeade. In that time, your brewing skills have improved significantly, and Parry is more than happy to pass on some of the simpler potions to you.

Attempting to be casual, you ask, “Will this be a delivery?”

“Oh, I should think so,” Parry confirms. “Though it’s not exactly my neck of the woods.”

“Would you like me to drop it off?” you offer hopefully.

“How about this,” Parry offers. “I’ll send you down to the hamlet to drop these off, and then you can call it a day.”

“Thank you, Mister Pippin,” you say with a grin.

Your boss smiles approvingly as you carefully pour some horklump juice into your cauldron, precisely tapping the side of the bottle as he’d taught you.

“Besides,” he says cheekily. “I think this is the third time this month that young mister Sallow has ordered from my shop and requested delivery, even though Fatimah’s shop is much closer.”

You nearly spill the entire bottle.

“Any idea why a Hogwarts student on summer break would need so many potions?” Parry asks, smirking to himself as he pours some lacewing flies into his cauldron.

“W-well, I – I suppose he could be clumsy,” you mumble unconvincingly. “O-or stocking up, perhaps. We’ve got N.E.W.T. classes next term, some of these spells are quite challenging, a-and the beasts, we’ve got Grindylows to examine, you know how they bite…”

You trail off feebly, blushing a bright red. The Wiggenweld potion in your cauldron signals its completion with a puff of smoke, offering a welcome distraction.

“Aye, of course,” Parry murmurs, sounding very much like he doesn’t believe you in the slightest. “In any case, as soon as you finish that Focus potion I’ll send you on your way.”

Quickly ladling three portions of Wiggenweld into Parry's glass vials, you scrub out your cauldron and prepare the last draught, wrinkling your nose at the smell of dugbog tongue. Once it starts to smoke and bubble, you measure out a generous portion and collect the Felix Felicis from your boss, tucking the lot into your satchel.

“Please thank young Sebastian for his order, and tell him I said good day,” Parry tells you with a wink. “And to kindly stop pilfering my apprentice so often.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply sheepishly.

Outside the shop, you trek outside the boundaries of Hogsmeade to hop onto your broom and head south toward Feldcroft. It had been more than a week since you’d seen Sebastian, which felt like an eternity compared to how often you saw him during the school year.

One month into your break and you feel like a simpering wreck.

You miss him like crazy – not that you’d tell him like that, of course. He’s your closest friend, and the two of you have been through so much together in the past two years. You aren’t about to ruin it by confessing that you’re hopelessly in love with him.

—

Sebastian is not moping.

And even if he was, why shouldn’t he mope? He’s alone, it’s swelteringly hot in the hamlet and he hasn’t seen his best friend in a week.

He’s bored, and when Sebastian gets bored, he gets creative.

Really, it’s almost too easy to summon you to Feldcroft. All it took was a quick trip to see the owl post stand and another superfluous order for some potions (with a little bit of Liquid Luck thrown in on a whim), and he knew you’d arrive by the time the heat broke.

He conveniently manages to be tending to his small garden when you touch down beside the Sallow home, his sleeves rolled up past his elbows while he pats some dirt around a sprig of fluxweed.

“Sallow?” You call out teasingly. “I have an order here for Sebastian Sallow?”

“Must be a lazy bloke, ordering all those Wiggenwelds instead of making them himself,” he answers, sitting back on his heels and wiping some sweat away from his brow with the back of his wrist. “Or perhaps just daft.”

“I happen to know that you can make a perfectly good batch of Wiggenweld yourself,” you point out.

Sebastian watches distractedly while you untie your hair, shaking it loose as it falls down to your shoulders.

“W-well, yours is better,” he insists. “Always has been, even Sharp said so.”

“It’s even better now,” you say proudly, pulling one of the bottles out of your bag to hand to him. “...You’re not actually hurt, are you?”

“No, just bored,” he admits. “I wanted to see you.”

If Ominis were here, he’d likely pick up on how those words make your heart race a little faster, but mercifully, Sebastian does not.

“Here I am,” you say. “And I’m all yours for the day, Mister Pippin gave me the rest of the day off.”

“Oh, really?” he replies, brushing some stray dirt off of his trousers as he stands up. “Whatever could we get up to with an entire afternoon?”

You blink in surprise as he stands, realizing for the first time that Sebastian has gotten taller.

“What?” he asks, catching your gaze.

“You’ve grown,” you say dumbly. “I – I mean, you’re tall.”

“Am I?” he asks, a teasing smirk on his lips. “Perhaps you’re just short.”

“I am not short,” you protest, following Sebastian as he leads the way into the old Sallow home.

It feels different now, obviously. Less like a family home and more like a chaotic bachelor pad, Sebastian’s strewn-about books and haphazard notes covering up a distinct lack of coziness.

It’s only for the summer, Sebastian had told you the first time you’d seen it.

(You know he doesn’t really have anywhere else to go anymore, what with the Gaunt household becoming more toxic by the day. You wouldn’t be surprised to find Ominis squatting there as well by the time July rolls around.)

“You’re practically pocket-sized,” Sebastian teases, closing the door behind you to keep some of the midday sun out. “I think it’s why you’re so powerful – it’s concentrated, your magic.”

You scoff and shove at his shoulder, wondering to yourself when he became so broad.

It had only been a few weeks since school had let out, hadn’t it? And suddenly Sebastian was walking around in a man’s body, one you were sure wasn’t there in Charms class in May. Or maybe it was, hiding beneath his suit jacket and his robes…

You blink rapidly to clear your head.

“Um. Your potions,” you mumble, pulling the rest of the bottles out of your satchel and placing them on the front room table.

Then you can’t help but ask, “What’s the Felix Felicis for?”

“Not sure yet,” Sebastian admits. “But I’m sure it will come in handy at some point.”

You hum under your breath, picking up the delicate vial and examining it in the light.

“Hand it over,” Sebastian demands with a laugh. “I don’t like the way you’re looking at that bottle, I know what temptation looks like on your face.”

Blushing, you place the vial in his outstretched hand, letting your own hand linger a beat too long. Sebastian quickly catches your wrist, turning your hand palm-side up.

“Merlin’s beard, your hand is small,” he observes.

“Not this again,” you groan.

“I’m being serious, you hold your wand with this tiny thing?” he jokes. “Poor Ollivander had his work cut out for him.”

“Let’s see yours, then,” you insist, holding your hand up to him. “Go on.”

Sebastian presses his palm against yours and you raise your eyebrows. His hand dwarfs yours to the degree that he could wrap the tips of his fingers overtop yours if he wanted to.

“See?” he says, his voice suddenly much quieter in the empty home. “Tiny.”

“And yet I can still beat you in a duel,” you retort, trying to calm your racing heart.

Just like that, the tension in the room dissolves away and Sebastian lights up.

“A duel, hmm?” he echoes. “Is that an offer?”

“Seriously? That’s what you want to do today?” you laugh. “It’s thirty degrees outside and you want to duel?”

“We could practice on the training dummies,” he offers hopefully. “You know you want to.”

…Damn him, he’s right.

“Fine,” you relent. “But if I sweat through this chemise, it’s your head, Sallow.”

Sebastian tries very hard to not think about you in a sweat-soaked white shirt as you lead him back outside, and if he trips over the doorframe on his way out, he’s happy to let you continue to assume it’s just his clumsy streak.

[album-tourney]

Round 1 match ups

Deny Defend Depose by Joe Devito - Todos Juntos by Los Jaivas

Union Maid by the Almanac Singers - Color in your Cheeks by the Mountain Goats

II: The road Giveth by RENT STRIKE - Two Headed Boy by Neutral Milk Hotel

For What It’s Worth by Buffalo Springfield - I'm not a good person by Pat the Bunny

I ain't Marching Anymore by Phil Ochs - Ballad of a Wobbly by David Rovics

Do you believe in magic by the lovin spoonful - Let the Mystery Be by Iris Demont

California Dreamin by the Mama's and the Papa's - I'm a Believer by The Monkees

Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen - A Song for a Computer Programmer by Cricket!

Blackbird by the Beatles - The Gambler by Kenny Rogers

Feed the Machine by Poor Man's Poison - Curses by the Crane Wives

Big Rock Candy Mountain by Harry McClintock - Pure Obsession by Mirabai Kukathas

Closer to Fine by the Indigo Girls - I want wind to blow, the microphones

War isn't Murder by Jesse Welles - Delta Dawn by Tanya Tucker

Place to Be by Nick Drake - The Wrote and Writ by Johnny Flynn

Time in a Bottle By Jim Croce - Ohio by Neil Young

Little Lion Man by Mumford and Sons - Space Girl by Shirley Collins

A Horse with No Name by America - Fuck it by Days N Daze

The Galway Girl by Sharon Shannon and Steve Earle - The Chain by Fleetwood Mac

Heave Away by the Fables - Stick Season by Noah Kahan

Rule #4 Fish in a Birdcage by Fish in a Birdcage - Your Heart is a Muscle the Size Of Your fist by Ramshackle Glory

War on the Workers by Anne Feeney - The Funeral by Band of Horses

Blister in the Sun by the Violent Femmes - Lyndon Johnson Told the Nation by Tom Paxton

Season of the Witch by Donovan - I’m against the government by Defiance, Ohio

Everybody's Talkin' by Harry Nilsson - Kill the Boy Band by She/Her/Hers

Me and my Bobby Mcgee by Janis Joplin - O Valencia by the Decemberists

Wayward Prodigal by Cora Reef - The War Racket by Buffy Sainte-Marie

The Times they are a changing by Bob Dylan - Miracle of Life by Bright eyes

At Seventeen by Janis Ian - Little Boxes by Malvina Reynolds

I am a Union Woman by Bobbie McGee - Electricity by Sister Wife Sex Strike

Annie's Song by John Denver - Roll On, Columbia, Roll On by the Highway Men

Puff the Magic Dragon by Peter Paul and Mary - Solidarity Forever by Utah Phillipps

I'm Gonna Be an Engineer by Peggy Seegar - Follow Me up to Carlow by the Young Dubliners

Take Me to Church By Hozier - 32 Flavors by Ani Difranco

Fast Car by Tracy Chapman - Murder in the City by the Avett Brother

Mrs. Robinson By Simon and Garfunkel - The Chemical Worker's Song by Great Big Sea

The Fox by Nickel Creek - Oak & Ash & Thorn by The Longest Johns

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald By Gordon Lightfoot - Strangers by Apes of the State

American Pie by Don McLean - Our House by Crosby, Stills, Nash, And Young

Everything I own by Bread - Fire and Rain by James Taylor

The Trolley Problem by Windborne - Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison

Where have all the flowers gone by Pete Seeger - Dream a Little Dream of Me by Cass Elliot

Glad to be Gay by Tom Robinson Band - The Battle of New Orleans by Johnny Horton

Vienna by Billy Joel - Cats in the Cradle by Harry Chapman

One Kind of People by Amigo the Devil - Brave as a Noun by AJJ

Every Town will Celebrate by Mischief Brew - Wild World by Cat Stevens

Plastic Jesus by Tia Blake - Ho Hey by the Lumineers

Ballad of Ho Chi Min by Ewan MacColl - City of New Orleans by Arlo Guthrie

Loose Lips by Kimya Dawson - Excursion Around the Bay by Great Big Sea

Who would Jesus Bomb by Jordan Snart - Rhododendron Honey by Leslie Fish

Hungry Dog on the street by the Taxpayers - The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down by The Band

Mr. Tambourine Man by the Byrds - Nebraska by Bruce Springsteen

You're So Vain by Carly Simon - Ooh La La by the Faces

Budapest by George Ezra - Paradise by John Prine

Tear the Facists Down by Woody Guthrie - House of the Rising Sun by the Animals

One Great City by the Weakerathans - Diamonds and Rust by Joan Baez

Bread and Roses by Judy Collins - Angel From Montgomery by Bonnie Raitt

March of the Jobless Corps by Daniel Kahn - There is Power in a Union by Billy Bragg

What a time to be alive by Matt Press - Rhinestone Cowboy by Glen Campbell

Sixteen Tons by Tennessee Ernie Ford - All The Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands by Sufjan Stevens?

Not Yet/Love Run by the Amazing Devil - Ain't No Sunshine by Bill Withers

Tom's Diner by Suzanne Vega - It's too Late by Carole King

Hurt by Johnny Cash - Big Yellow Taxi by Joni Mitchell

Jolene by Dolly Parton - Have you ever seen the rain by Creedence Clearwater Revival

I'd work for Free by Blake Rouse - You're Dead by Norma Tanega

[darksaiyangoku]

RWBY Winter Tales

Witch of the Shadows

Blake walked along the path with her familiar, a shadow cat named Fergus. In the City of Vale, there were rumours of a Demon Knight that would appear during the blizzard and slay any unsuspecting travellers. She couldn't stand monsters like that and she agreed to hunt it down in exchange for a weekend at the Library of Forbidden Tomes. There was a treasure kept inside that was far more valubale than any gold in Remnant. Blake shivered violently as she stumbled in the snow.

Fergus; Are you sure you can handle yourself in this weather, my lady?

Blake: O-Of c-c-course. I-I-I'm perfectly f-f-fine.

For several more minutes, the two of them kept trudging along and all the while, the snow became thicker. Blake started to feel her feet soak with each step and it was making her uncomfortable. Unfortunately, she didn't know any fire spells to warm herself up. Fergus shook his head, disappointed in his mistress' lack of forsight.

Fergus: Tsk tsk tsk.

Blake: S-Shut up. A-Anyway, are we in the r-right area yet?

Fergus: We need to go further left. According the citizens of Vale, the Demon Knight's stronghold should be right over here. *runs*

Blake: What the- Fergus, get back here!

Blake tried to run after her familiar, but the deep snow was restricting her movement. She was struggling to keep up and the snowfall was becoming heavy, obscuring her vision. Suddenly, she tripped over what felt like a loose branch and ended up falling down a steep hill.

Blake: Agh!! Ow! *rubbing her head* Damn it! *turns around* Huh?

Blake was flabbergasted. In front of her was a small, decrepit stone house and on the windows were torn flags of a forked Imp. This couldn't possibly be the home of a demon, could it? Blake tried her best to stand up and, grabbing her wand, carefully walked inside.

It wasn't what she had expected at all. The inside of the house looked like a common living room. There was a table, a few broken chairs and a bookshelf. Sitting on a dusty bench was a young man stroking away at Fergus, who trilled delightfully. He had blonde hair, deep sapphire eyes and wore torn white tunic. His most distinguished feature, however, were his horns. He was a demon. Blake shook her head. She couldn't just attack him. Fergus didn't appear to be in any danger and he didn't look like he was a knight either.

Blake: Um, hello?

Demon boy: Huh? Oh. Hello there, witch. I didn't hear you come in. Why is it that you've come here?

Blake: Um... well, I... *lowers wand* I was sent to investigate the reports of a Demon Knight who was attacking unsuspecting travellers. I-I hate to ask, but do you know anything about it?

Demon boy: *shakes head* No, I don't. I was exiled from the Demon Knights 3 months ago.

Blake: Oh... I'm sorry.

Demon boy: It's okay. To be honest, they were a bunch of dicks anyway. By the way, is this your cait familiar?

Blake: Yeah, his name's Fergus. *snaps fingers* Return to me.

Fergus disappeared in a puff of black smoke.

Blake: Anyway, I know you're not a member of the Demon Knights anymore. But did you at least hear anything about the attacks?

Demon boy; Hmmm, if it was attacks on humans, I think I might know one in particular. His name is Cardin and he's... well, infamous is putting it lightly.

Blake: Why exactly is he infamous?

Demon boy: Put it this way, even among demons, he's quite brutal. No one escapes an encounter with him intact. He truly is a monster.

Blake: I see. *grips wand* I hate to ask, but would you help me in finding him?

Demon boy: Well, my combat skills are a little rusty. *stands up* But if you need my help, then I will gladly lend you my services.

Blake: Thank you, Mr...?

Jaune: Jaune Arc. *smiles*

Blake didn't know why, but seeing him smile made her heart flutter a little.

Jaune: Now then, *stands up* why don't you sit down and I'll get some dinner ready.

Blake: O-Oh no no no no, I couldn't possibly-

Jaune: Don't be silly, you just came in from the cold. A hot meal will do you some good. The kitchen's not perfect, but I can whip up something real nice. Do you like tuna?

Blake: YES! I mean- uh, tuna is good.

Jaune: Two tuna steaks with asparagus and mashed potatoes coming right up. *goes into the kitchen*

Blake's stomach grumbled as she heard the sound of pots, pans and the sizzling of the fish. Drool dripped from her mouth as the buttery scent touched her nose. She smiled excitedly. Maybe she had finally found the one.

[carlos-in-glasses]

Thank you for the tag @strandnreyes and @freneticfloetry and @lemonlyman-dotcom❤️

I like this little moment between TK and Owen in Flashback Fic and wanted to share.

By 8 p.m., TK is alone in his bedroom with only the desk lamp shining. He’s over on his bed, back turned on a half-hearted effort at homework. American History. Colonies schmolonies. Blah blah snooze.

He leans with folded arms against his windowsill, chin nested in the crook of his left elbow while he watches the snow clatter and puff against the glass. It’s coming down thick. Busy days and nights await Owen. He'll be cutting open cars to extract people freezing to death inside, and coordinating ice rescues, and inevitably putting out fires started by electric heaters. TK wishes he could be with his dad on those missions – in the teeth of it, doing something practical and useful. He’s no good in school but for that weird string of As in Biology - which is mainly down to Mr. Patel for being great at his job. It’s a drain on society that he has not dropped out. Yet, he can’t bear to suggest it to his parents, who are having an amicable conversation at the kitchen table right now. They can agree on their love for him, and their disappointment in him.

The muffled sound of their voices stops abruptly. He hears footsteps tread the floorboards, heading towards his door.

A single knock. Owen opens up without being invited. “Hey – I’ve got to head off now. I need to be at the firehouse bright and early. You're sitting in the dark?”

“You don’t want to stay on the pull-out?” TK sniffs. They’ve made the spare bed up for him a few times before. “It’s a mess out there, Dad.”

“I don’t want to be caught here tomorrow. It’ll take me too long to get across town.”

TK glances at his wet window, at the snow splattering on impact. “It’s the longest night,” he says, and it does seem unusually dark beyond the white drift.

Owen wanders over to squeeze TK’s shoulders through his purple American Apparel hoodie. “You feel cold. You need to eat – there’s a plate for you in the oven. It’s still warm.”

"I'm just not hungry."

"TK."

"I'll barf."

"You won't."

"I feel nauseous.”

“Because you haven’t eaten. Come on.” Owen tugs lightly at the white drawstring of TK’s hood and then harder at the hood itself. “I’m not going to stop doing this until you come into the kitchen.”

TK tries to brush Owen’s hand away, but Owen only strengthens. “Fine,” TK grunts. He’s in enough trouble as it is.

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[obsidiancreates]

Icewild (Part 2)

(There should be a Read More link but if it doesn't show up tell me because that's been happening lately and I don't know why.)

The arrival of the newcomers is... interruptive, but not halting. There's still the matters of making sure the ogres don't turn on the humans, of tending to wounds, of having a new day.

Of breakfast.

Barnabos keeps Kremy in the corner of his vision as he works on the monkey bread. The lizardfolk clearly knows his way around a kitchen as he pulls a chef's hat out of a bag of holding, and then a little pencil which he uses to add curls to the ends of his mustache. Then he pulls out a strange belt of some kind, fastening it around his waist.

"Alright Gid. Just light me a little fire here and then hang around in case I need ya."

"Sure thing man." Gideon lights the little fire below the pot and then steps back, crossing his arms and keeping his own eye on Barnabos.

"Not the trusting sort there, Mr. LeCroux?" Barnabos asks. "No need for a bodyguard, as long as ye don't strike first."

"Who said anythin' about a bodyguard? I just like havin' Gid around."

Barnabos sees Gideon puff up a little at that with a smug yet proud smile. Ahhh, well, that makes sense. Always better to have one's lover looking out for them, even when it might not be needed.

"I'll be servin' up a feast myself this morning," Barnabos says, tossing some pork into a pan and deeply inhaling the scent as it sizzles and pops. "All sorts o' fine foods, sweet an' savory alike."

"I'll be cookin' up some Agwe classics myself." Kremy pulls a small bag of flour from his belt, as well as a small glass jar of oil. He measures both out carefully and mixes them together in the pot. "Sausage and chicken gumbo, and maybe a tarte. We'll see, I dunno if I wanna risk a beezleberry infestation here."

"... Did you hit your head when you landed here, lad? I don' understand half the words yer saying."

"Oh. Right, well, a beezleberry is some kinda... horrible Feywild monstrosity. Tastes real fuckin' good! But kind of otherwise really horrible in every other way."

"I thin' I speak for everyone when I say you'd best leave that out."

"Yeah, probably."

"Is Agwe a Feywild city as well?"

"What? No, it's a fuckin' normal city."

"No need to get up in arms, Mr. LeCroux! Was just askin', I don't recognize the name is all."

"I guess it is pretty inland for someone like yourself to visit."

"It's where you wanna go if you're lookin' for a good time," Gideon says, pulling out a cigar and lighting it with his magic. "Gamblin', sleepin' around, scammin'-"

"Sounds like you should tell Mr. Stabbaskotch about it!" Barnabos declares with a grin. "He's the scammin' and gambling sort!"

"Not surprised." Kremy just keeps stirring his flour and oil mixture. "I could taste fiendish magic all around that little fella. Hope he got himself a good deal out of it."

"We may never know." Barnabos pops the bread into the oven. "He's got some sort o' beastie after 'im, but if you ask me he just needs to face it."

Gideon takes a drag from his cigar. "Sounds like he got a shitty fuckin' deal. Hey, how big is this fuckin' breakfast gonna be?"

"I'll be makin' a feast for the whole camp! It'll be plenty to fill up on, don't you worry."

"I'm making enough gumbo for seconds too, Gid." Kremy gestures back at Gideon. "His stomach's made of fire and stuff, he needs extra."

"Well I'm also keepin' up some fuckin' gains." Gideon flexes and grins.

"I'm not so scrawny myself, lads, I know what I'm doin'. ... Speakin' of, Mr. LeCroux, are you ever going to add any food to that there slurry?"

"The rue's barely there! It's only a light caramel, I'm looking for milk chocolate."

"Yer burnin' it on purpose?"

"Cookin' it. Keep your hands away though, this stuff is fuckin' Agwe Napalm."

"... And that's a common dish there? Something that they call napalm?"

"Can find it all over, none's as good as mine though."

"... Maybe don't tell Mr. Stabbaskotch where to find your city, on second thought."

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The breakfast is a hit.

Kremy made enough gumbo just for his own family and their "hosts", so to speak, while Barnabos fed the rest of the entire camp. Not a single crumb or droplet was left behind of either of their meals, the gumbo being a highlight.

"Holy shit!" Skrimm literally bounces in his set a bit. "How have I never had that before?!"

Jornir places his bowl away. "It was... very good." He nods at Kremy.

"I'll admit, I 'ad my doubts watchin' the process, but it was well worth it." Barnabos sops up the last dregs of it with some bread. "I'll be tryin' to make my own take on it soon enough."

"Lookin' forward to tryin' it." Kremy leans over to Gideon and, less subtly than he thinks it is, whispers, "I saw him fuckin' drown everythin' in that Ancient Estuary shit Duncan had, I'm not fuckin' eatin' that so I'll just give it to you."

Gideon tries to laugh in quiet gleeful agreement. It's also louder than intended. Everyone graciously ignores this little conversation, for the sake of the ogres and their new holiday. Otherwise Barnabos and Skrimm might be rolling for initiative over the slight against Ancient Estuary.

"Oh! By the way, not to uhhhh impose," Gricko says, making a strange hand gesture, "But um, the big fella, there."

"I am called Jornir."

"Jor-nir-aye."

"... N-no."

"Anyway! Um, I noticed you've got a little funny shedding going on," Gricko says, lowering his voice and running his words together at the tail end of his sentence as he tilts his head. "And if I'm not mistaken, my friend Kremy here should have some nice bananyas leftover because he never used them in his pie, and I think it would make a nice, salve." he folds his hands and gives Jornir a funny little smile.

"Oh, yeah, I think you're right." Kremy reaches into his bag and pulls out Bananas.

Daisy gives Kremy and Gricko a look of perplexion and judgement so strong that it's a wonder they don't take psychic damage.

"They're fuckin' magic healin' bananas, alright?" Kremy tosses one at Jornir.

Jornir catches it, and examines it. "This is... infused with magic." He looks at Gricko. "I did not believe you when you said you were a druid."

"Oh, that's fair, I'm not the usual kind." Gricko pats Hootsie on the head as she, with an intelligence more humanoid than animal, pulls a plate of muffins closer and begins eating, picking out any chunks of fruit she finds like a picky child.

"Well... thank you. I will go use this." Jornir stands and leaves the table, and just as pointed out there's a fine dusting of fur on the seat as he leaves.

When he returns, there's sure to be... more visible damage.

But in the meantime, things settle a bit.

"Well," Taishen sighs, "Before all of this happened I'd told Myelin I'd check on an issue with the plumbing system, so I'll be going now. They gave me a wonderful outfit to do it in, too!" He holds up a pair of blue overalls and a fetching red cap.

"Oh, you guys got plumbin?!" Gideon leans in. "Why didn't anyone say so, we're fuckin' filthy!"

"Well, it's not working right now-"

"Oh, I'll get that workin'." Gideon stands up. His chains fall to the floor with a heavy clang! "Just fuckin' watch. Take me to the ogre sewers, dragon guy."

"Oh, company! Excellent news!"

"Go get 'em Gid." Kremy calls after them.

"Jackasses," Skrimm snorts.

Queenie glares. "They're fixin' your water, Skrimm."

"They're also working when they could be relaxing."

"But a hard day's work can be rewarding!" Twig bounces in her seat and holds up a hand. "You get to have things working right, you get to feel all nice after you get cleaned up, you get to lick frogs you find whole cleaning out the cupboards-"

"Lick frogs?" Skrimm's face scrunches.

"Didn't you try snake poison with the ghosts, Mr. Stabbaskotch?"

"Totally different."

"Yeah, snake poison tastes bad." Twig shrugs. "Anyway, I think it's gonna be better once they get the water running."

"Yes, I... am in desperate need of a bath. I'm still... messy, from Julia and Bobby's... acts."

Torbek makes a low sound of both disgust and intrigue. Frost wrinkles his nose and shakes his head.

"Well, I'm sure they'll be returning with good news for us," Barnabos says, leaning back in his chair and puffing on his pipe. "Oh, Mr. Jornir! Lookin' much better. What do you think about all this, sending the fire lads to fix the plumbing."

"I think that it will not work," Jornir says, sliding back into his chair and smelling of smushed bananyas. "And that we will need to have everyone move before we go to take the Armament from the Princess. ... And after the blood sacrifice."

All mouths at the table fall open.

"... Talk about a mood killer," Gricko mumbles.

There's a long silence.

And then Daisy raises her hand and signs, "I nominate Bacon for the sacrifice."

[spongebobsoundtrack]

Sam Spence - Astronauts March

Plays in:

SpongeBob SquarePants

40a. "Squid on Strike"

55a. "The Great Snail Race"

61b. "Shell of a Man"

69b. "Mrs. Puff, You're Fired"

77a. "Driven to Tears"

237. "Goons on the Moon" 

Kamp Koral: SpongeBob's Under Years

4a. "In Search of Camp Noodist"

5b. "Camper Gary"

The Patrick Star Show

5a. "Squidina's Little Helper"

[erisicy]

Phantom Blood Musical: Encounter With Dio Rough Translation

[Jonathan]

Hamon of the sun!

Dio! This is the power that will defeat you!

[Zeppeli]

Dio Brando…

[Dio]

Oh?

[Zeppeli]

I don't know you personally,

But I can say this to the Stone Mask that awakened your brain!

We meet at last…

[Dio]

Don't push your luck!

If I can heal this wound on my stomach, JoJo…

Then the injuries you inflicted on me in that fire will have completely healed…

I'll fumigate this wound… by using your lives

[Zeppeli]

You bastard… How many lives have you sucked away to heal that wound?

[Dio]

*cackling*

Well...

Do YOU remember how many slices of bread you've eaten in your life?

[Zeppeli]

Here's a sound for you…

Hamon of the sun!

POW!

[Dio]

Weakling! Weakling!

[Zeppeli]

I-It's freezing!

[Dio]

I've deduced that your flow of energy is related to your bloodstream!

I can control my own flesh at will!

If your blood vessels are frozen…

You can't use those powers!

[Zeppeli]

Don't let your breathing be disrupted… breathe—

[Dio]

Wryyy…!

[Jonathan]

Mr. Zeppeli!

[Dio]

Useless, useless, useless, useless!

Breathing?

Hamon?

If you're going to huff and puff like that…

Then it would be fitting to blow a fanfare in my name!

*glares at Speedwagon*

It would be especially fitting for a meager comrade such as yourself!

[Jonathan]

What did you say—

[Dio]

Comrade?

That's right…

Do you remember?

That one day. The day your father told us the story about the knights

[Jonathan]

What?

[Dio]

In the 16th century… someone plotted to assassinate Queen Elizabeth I…

The tragic queen who was executed by beheading…

Mary Stuart

It's the story about… the two proud knights who served her

[Jonathan]

Father…

[Dio]

Yes!

We heard it from him together!!

[hrodvitnon]

Shimo's got a title for everyone she regularly interacts with. The only people she doesn't have one for are those few humans she's on a first name basis with that don't have a prefix like 'Dr.' or 'Executive'. For them, she contents herself with their first names until she learns of the human Mr/Mrs/Ms prefixes for everyone (for example Mr. Russell for Mark and Ms. Madison for, well, Maddie). Here are a few off the top of the noggin.

Godzilla: Established she calls him 'Your Majesty', 'My Liege', etc. Alternate (and more dramatic) ones being 'Lord of Land and Sea', 'Cerulean Monarch', 'For Whom The Gods Sing' (( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)), and 'Roar of the Land'.

Mothra: Uses similar titles she does for Goji. Additionally: 'Heaven's Radiance', 'Eight-Fold Angel', 'The Deathless Guardian', and 'Song of the Land'.

Rodan: Her default is 'Fire Prince of the Skies'. Alternately: 'The Demon King of Hell', 'The Fiery Dawn', and 'The Red Skies of Ruin'.

Ghidorah: Despite having a little beef, she still treats him with some titles- something that seriously strokes his ego. Shimo doesn't mind- if he gets too big for his britches there's always Frostbite Breath... Anyways: 'Scourge of the Stars', 'The Rumbling Skies of Ruin', and 'Infinite Cataclysm'. She has a special one for San: 'The Devil's Angel'.

Kong: 'The Banished King', 'Earthen Fury', 'Voice of the Land', 'The King's Iron Fist'.

Ozymandias: She obviously gave her best friend the most over the top titles. Her default was, of course, King of Kings. Alternatively: 'The Endless Firestorm', 'The Breaker of Worlds', 'Earth's Eternal Sentinel', 'He for Whom the Heavens Rumble', and finally (sweetly as well) 'My Guiding Sunbeam'.

If you can come up with any more, please do so!

Oh dear, now I'm imagining Ghidorah absolutely ruining Shimo's litany of titles in the filthiest way possible.

"Oh, you dirty bitch, work the shaft!"

"Ex...cuse you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I like the dirty talk when someone's sucking my dicks."

"...you're as juvenile and crass as ever, Lord Popsicle. You think you can embarrass me, Drumsticks Beyond the Stars? You'll have to do better than that or else I might be inclined to huff and puff and put you back on ice, 'O Frostbitten Slug."

"...you're no fun."

I imagine she'd also adhere to the warrior ethos of chivalry; she has the capability and means to go into battle in service of her King who has the highest authority, and so she does.

[psychotrope777]

apparently mr. fitz (the guy from the boating teachers accreditation board in "mrs. puff, you're fired") has appeared one singular other time in the series thus far and thats in the season 10 episode "life insurance" where he appears as an insurance salesman (he's also voiced by rodger bumpass instead of dee bradley baker and has a new york accent)

i think realistically someone probably just dug up his model sheet and decided to just use his model for the role instead of designing a new one for this salesman who will appear in like one scene. he's only referred to as "TV salesman" in the credits which in my mind lends some credence to this theory but i like to imagine that in-universe he ended up getting fired from his job somehow. it's funny to imagine the like department of motor vehicles in bikini bottom is just full of criminals for some reason

[hefelllaughing]

Playing With Fire

||•Chapter 1 •||

Donghai City

Months Before the Canon Event

》 Third Person of View 《

Li Yunxiang, a man who grew up in the sour part of Donghai, China, where there wasn't water coming from natural bodies of water, well it used to. But he was living alright compared to others, a job, friends, family and a hobby... Alright, alright his job was smuggling covered with a courier front, he has friends alright, but family? His father hates his guts, his brother is alright and his foster sister, Kasha, she's the only reason why he could visit his dad. 

He was riding his bike to work when he spotted a car that was sticking out like a thumb in the road. It looked rather expensive and people in their part of Donghai, can't afford cars, bikes they could, but never cars which is a big block on the streets since there aren't much space. Smoke was coming out of the vehicle and a small man was pulling his nonexistent hair off. 

“Everything alright there?” Li Yunxiang, stopped by the car and as the short man, who somehow resembles a fish as he has huge eyes, small nose and a wide mouth. The man jumped from his spot and landed on the hood of the car as if he was electrocuted. 

“NONE!” The short man yelled, recovering from his shock and glared at the hood of the car. 

“Oh come on, Mister Sawyer, no need to lie.” A female's voice said, making the two men to turn their heads to the girl who approached the vehicle. She has black silky hair, soft blue eyes and pale skin. “Something is wrong with our car... Sir.” The girl said, placing an empty box in the car. 

“I'm Li Yunxiang.” Yunxiang smiled and introduced himself. “And you're in luck, I'm a mechanic.” He turned his bike off. 

“I'm Anhe.” The girl introduced herself as well but she omitted her Family Name since it's a huge deal. “This is Mr. Sawyer.”

“Gah! You shouldn't have said our names! Who knows what this man is capable of!” Sawyer fumed as his Master just giggled and shook her head. They weren't even supposed to be here, but here they are. 

“Oh, no need to be paranoid.” Anhe smiled and opened the hood of the car, a bigger puff of smoke came out.

“Wow, she's hot.” Yunxiang gave a small whistle as he scanned the engine.

“Gah! How dare you give such a comment to my Mistress!” Sawyer fumed making Anhe to blush and Yunxiang to gape at the accusation. 

“Hey! I was referring to the engine.” Yunxiang explained, but not daring to look at Anhe. He looked at the car once more and noticed a damaged in a hose, it looked like it was cut which caused a leak in the engine which made a few parts not working their best that lead to overheating. “Good new, I found the problem, bad news you need a new car.” Yunxiang finally turned to Anhe who was frowning, despite the negative expression, she was still beautiful.

“That's a shame then, I can't give the crates at this part.” Anhe looked back to the car which carried two more crates. 

“You're delivering something?” Yunxiang asked, curious as to why a girl of her status is delivering crates in this part of Donghai. 

“Yeah.” Anhe nodded. “Care to take a look?” With a nod, Yunxiang took a peek of what was inside the crates despite the train of  curses Sawyer yelled at him. 

“Water.” Yunxiang gaped at the crates. Water in Donghai costs like gold. A mere bottle of water is equivalent to a gold coin. 

“It's not much but I give them away to some families.” Anhe said. It wasn’t only her who gives away free water bottles, her people also works in the shadows to give the supply especially when her father has been keeping an eye out on her. 

“Well, luck must be really on your side.” Yunxiang gave a grin causing Anhe to look at him weirdly. “I work part in a courier shop, we deliver things, all you have to do is fill up a form and your shipment is ready to go.”

“Really?!” Anhe's blue eyes brightened at the coincidence. “Do you think I can come with?” 

“But Mis— ” Sawyer was about to argue when Anhe tossed him a bag and quickly took out the two crates and pushed it in Yunxiang's hold, almost letting him drop them. 

“You make sure the car will be towed soon! By Mr. Saywer!” Like a 5 year old, Anhe waved at the small man farewell as she and Yunxiang drove to the Courier Shop. Yunxiang just shook his head in disbelief as Anhe didn't think twice in riding with a stranger. If she met with a different guy, she must've been kidnapped and ransomed. 

“You sure are something else.” Yunxiang said as he drove. After strapping the crates on his bike, he was shocked when Anhe didn't took the helmet and told him it was alright. 

“I get that a lot.” Anhe shrugged and hanged on Yunxiang's shoulder.  “Wow, never been to this part before.” She said as she and Yunxiang stopped at the shop, well Yunxiang actually drove in the shop. 

“Yunxiang and a girl... that's new.” Yunxiang's Manager, who liked being called Manager, said. 

“Manager, meet a customer.” Yunxiang said as he and Anhe got off his bike.

“Six, do you mind, getting some papers?” Manager asked a man in red and white striped shirt. Everyone was busy gaping at the beauty in front of them that Manager rolled his eyes. 

“Sure thing Manager.” Six was one of the nicest ones in his shop, along with Yunxiang and few more. 

“Is it okay if Yunxiang will be the one to deliver them?” Anhe asked. Writing down the necessary info. 

“Well, that depends on his schedule. Don't you have a race later?” Six pointed out the blanks that she needs to fill up. 

“I can do it.” Yunxiang said and pointed out that the shipment is already strapped on his bike. 

“Well, you heard the man, Miss.” Usually, they don't but since this was the first time someone was actually wanting a specific rider to do it, they're not going to be stingy. 

“If you don't mind me asking, how did a rugrat like Yunxiang came across a girl like you?” Liang asked, curious on to why Anhe didn't told them her name when it was hinted in Manager's sentence. 

“Hey.” Yunxiang was little bit offended.

“He offered in helping with the car but since it can't really be fixed, he spoke about the courier service he works at and here we are.” Anhe explained, taking out the money needed for the payment. 

“You ready to go?” Yunxiang asked.

“Sure am!” The two left after she handed the money and waved goobye at the men who worked there.

| • ❤ • | 

Anhe and Yunxiang personally gave the water bottles to the people. They seemed to know her and looked up to her. Not only does she hand out water but makes sure that everyone has at least a roof over their heads.

“You know, some people would think many times when handing out free water.” Yunxiang said. “So... I'm guessing you're from the De Clan... or at least affiliated with the De Clan.”

“What makes you say that?” Anhe didn't made any other expression other hand tilting her head to the side.

“You’re rich that's what.” Yunxiang shrugged. “So, where do I drop you off?” He still need to pick Kasha up since she wanted to watch the race again before her job.

“About this race, can I watch? I've never been at a race before.” Anhe gave him her best Puppy Eyes.

“Well, if you promise to cheer me on.” This caused Anhe to squeal and him to chuckle.

[album-tourney]

Adjusted Round 1 match ups

I’m against the government by Defiance, Ohio - Little Boxes by Malvina Reynolds

Vienna by Billy Joel - Miracle of Life by Bright Eyes

Hungry Dog on the street by the Taxpayers - Big Yellow Taxi by Joni Mitchell

Excursion Around the Bay by Derina Harvey band - I am a Union Woman by Bobbie McGee

Jolene by Dolly Parton - Wild World by Cat Stevens

At Seventeen by Janis Ian - The Battle of New Orleans by Johnny Horton

Everybody's Talkin' by Harry Nilsson - Do you Believe in Magic by the Lovin Spoonful

Blackbird by the Beatles - Mr. Tambourine Man by the Byrds

Puff the Magic Dragon by Peter Paul and Mary - Blister in the Sun by the Violent Femmes

Ooh La La by the Faces - Ain't No Sunshine by Bill Withers

Tear the Facists Down by Woody Guthrie - Fire and Rain by James Taylor

Rule #4 Fish in a Birdcage by Fish in a Birdcage - Strangers by Apes of the State

Angel From Montgomery by Bonnie Raitt - I'd work for Free by Blake Rouse

I'm not a good person by Pat the Bunny - Ho Hey by the Lumineers

Lyndon Johnson Told the Nation by Tom Paxton - Pure Obsession by Mirabai Kukathas

Not Yet/Love Run by the Amazing Devil - Budapest by George Ezra

Diamonds and Rust by Joan Baez - Paradise by John Prine

What a time to be alive by Matt Press - Ballad of a Wobbly by David Rovics

Glad to be Gay by Tom Robinson Band - Nebraska by Bruce Springsteen

All The Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands by Sufjan Stevens? - Kill the Boy Band by She/Her/Hers

Every Town will Celebrate by Mischief Brew - Oak & Ash & Thorn by The Longest Johns

The Galway Girl by Sharon Shannon and Steve Earle - Curses by the Crane Wives

You're So Vain by Carly Simon - The Chemical Worker's Song by Great Big Sea

I'm Gonna Be an Engineer by Peggy Seegar - Follow Me up to Carlow by the Young Dubliners

American Pie by Don McLean - Murder in the City by the Avett Brother

Rhododendron Honey by Leslie Fish - The Fox by Nickel Creek

California Dreamin by the Mama's and the Papa's - Ohio by Neil Young

It's too Late by Carole King - There is Power in a Union by Billy Bragg

Have you ever seen the rain by Creedence Clearwater Revival - I ain't Marching Anymore by Phil Ochs

The Wrote and Writ by Johnny Flynn - Wayward Prodigal by Cora Reef

Landslide by Fleetwood Mac - Place to Be by Nick Drake

Space Girl by Shirley Collins - Little Lion Man by Mumford and Sons

Delta Dawn by Tanya Tucker - Where have all the flowers gone by Pete Seeger

Take Me to Church By Hozier - Solidarity Forever by Utah Phillipps

Let the Mystery Be by Iris Demont - Brave as a Noun by AJJ

A Horse with No Name by America - Mrs. Robinson By Simon and Garfunkel

Tom's Diner by Suzanne Vega - A Song for a Computer Programmer by Cricket!

War on the Workers by Anne Feeney - War isn't Murder by Jesse Welles

Me and my Bobby Mcgee by Janis Joplin - For What It’s Worth by Buffalo Springfield

You're Dead by Norma Tanega - The Gambler by Kenny Rogers

Color in your Cheeks by the Mountain Goats - March of the Jobless Corps by Daniel Kahn

Stick Season by Noah Kahan - O Valencia by the Decemberists

Fuck it by Days N Daze - Dream a Little Dream of Me by Cass Elliot

Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen - The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down by The Band

Deny Defend Depose by Joe Devito - Big Rock Candy Mountain by Harry McClintock

Annie's Song by John Denver - The Funeral by Band of Horses

Union Maid by the Almanac Singers - 32 Flavors by Ani Difranco

Our House by Crosby, Stills, Nash, And Young - Fast Car by Tracy Chapman

The War Racket by Buffy Sainte-Marie - Hurt by Johnny Cash

One Great City by the Weakerathans - Loose Lips by Kimya Dawson

Feed the Machine by Poor Man's Poison - Everything I Own by Bread

I want wind to blow, the microphones - City of New Orleans by Arlo Guthrie

Todos Juntos by Los Jaivas - II: The Road Giveth by RENT STRIKE

Roll On, Columbia, Roll On by the Highway Men - Ballad of Ho Chi Min by Ewan MacColl

Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison - Time in a Bottle By Jim Croce

The Trolley Problem by Windborne - One Kind of People by Amigo the Devil

Season of the Witch by Donovan - House of the Rising Sun by the Animals

The Times they are a changing by Bob Dylan - Cats in the Cradle by Harry Chapman

Closer to Fine by the Indigo Girls - Two Headed Boy by Neutral Milk Hotel

Heave Away by the Fables - Your Heart is a Muscle the Size Of Your fist by Ramshackle Glory

Who would Jesus Bomb by Jordan Snart - Electricity by Sister Wife Sex Strike

Rhinestone Cowboy by Glen Campbell - Plastic Jesus by Tia Blake

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald By Gordon Lightfoot - Bread and Roses by Judy Collins

Sixteen Tons by Tennessee Ernie Ford - I'm a Believer by The Monkees