#my fav moldy man

[batabids]

so umm i'm obsessed w resident evil rn here's ethan my fav

[ruiner-of-days]

The owl house fandom needs to realize that liking an evil character doesn't mean said person who likes evil character is also evil... like holy shit the amount of shit belos fans get is horrid STOP SENDING BELOS FANS DEATH THREATS! DID THE OWL HOUSE TEACH YOU NOTHING?!

[fanfic-lover-girl]

Harry Potter characters that I like

In response to a Romione fan who thought I hated every HP character and hated everything about the series because I don't stan certain characters and ships, I want to mention here the few characters I like.

For me, I like a character usually if:

they have an interesting personality and background

I feel sorry for how they are generally misunderstood or bashed by fandom (sometimes I take great pleasure in being a contrarian haha) or treated by the author.

their wins feel earned in the narrative and I feel inspired

So here is my list!

Draco Malfoy + Malfoy family

I love Draco so much. I admit that I was drawn in mostly through fanon but as I explored the books more, I really enjoyed his book character a lot. He has a vibrant and entertaining personality and I like how meta he can be sometimes. Every time he proclaims how bad Hagrid is as a teacher or how Hogwarts sucks as a school, I just want to hug him so badly. I also like his parents and their interactions as a family later in the books. Narcissa is my fav mom, no contest. I just think that JKR wasted his potential. Draco is the most developed Slytherin kid and his character should have represented hope for a better future. But of course, JKR only cares about her lions (and Snape who she tried to retcon as a lion too lol) so screw Slytherins. And the NPC houses.

Black family

Gosh, I absolutely ADORE the Black family. The Black family is the most intriguing set of characters JKR ever wrote in HP. The Black family lore, the constellation theme, the dark history, the tragedy. Chef's kiss! Screw making a marauders' prequel!!! Give me a Black Family series! You shouldn't be surprised that Sirius Black is my favourite marauder. Compared to Sirius, James Potter is an utter bore.

Neville Longbottom

I often wish Neville was the chosen one instead of Harry. I think Neville's story is more tragic than Harry's. It must be torture to have your parents alive but practically dead. And Neville just feels more heroic to me. A lot of times, I hate Harry's hero's journey because JKR keeps letting Harry win due to deu ex Machina. It was nice seeing Neville gradually grow into the man he was at the end. And Neville's rage at Bellatrix just felt more visceral compared to Harry's with Moldy Voldy. I just like Neville, he's so sweet and he deserves better friends.

Percy Weasley

On the surface, I don't care much about Percy but I do feel sorry for him. Ron and the twins treated him like trash. His family just had a hate boner for him. Poor Percy. I can vibe with a family black sheep character. I don't like how people paint him as the bad guy for walking out on his family. And I appreciate how distinguished he is as a Weasley. He is the only Weasley member not to bow down and kiss Dumbles' backside like a brainless puppet. It's a shame it backfired on him but I admire his logic.

Luna Lovegood

To be honest, Luna was a nothing character to me until I began reading Druna fanfiction and I realized how adorable her character is in the books. She makes me smile and I like how she used to talk back to the trio in the beginning. So funny when Luna told Harry that people thought Hagrid was a bad teacher lol! I think Luna is the only HP girl I like...also maybe because I really like picturing her with Draco. No shame!

Severus Snape

What a beautiful and tragic character. Like Draco, Snape is such a pleasure to read. The man is pure entertainment in written form. I don't love Snape the way I do Draco, but I like picturing him with a better life. 'Snape drops out of Hogwarts' is one of my favourite AO3 tags. I love how he dedicated his life to good even though life was cruel to him and gave him a bad hand. Everything about Snape is so intriguing and I like learning more about him. Definitely one of JKR's best characters.

Ron Weasley

I hate the golden trio but I find Ron the most tolerable and the most interesting. It's a shame I found myself disliking the guy in the epilogue. People complain about the movies ruining Ron but JKR was ruining Ron in the books too. Ron started out as so intelligent but gradually JKR made him slobbier and dumber. I like how Ron was the common sense guy. Once again, Ron had to be the one to tell Harry what a complete trash disaster Hagrid was. Lord, I hate that man! Shame Hagrid's spiders didn't kill him!!! I wish JKR expanded on Ron's chess ability. Ron showed promise as being a leader of the trio (Lord knows Harry was a disaster) and Ron being strategic would fit with his chess skills...but JKR never followed through. My fellow HP critic, chicory, mentioned this passage:

‘Hmm,’ said a small voice in his ear. ‘Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There’s talent, oh my goodness, yes – and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that’s interesting … So where shall I put you?’

applies more to Ron than Harry and I have to agree with her.

There are also several instances of Ron just being a sweet friend to Harry and Hermione and I wish he had better friends. I don't care what Romione/Hermione fans say. Hermione does not deserve a guy like Ron. Never did and never will. I don't even think Harry deserves Ron either. Ron does so much more for Harry than Harry ever did for him. I would have preferred if the Luna friendship was developed more for Ron. Ron has his infuriating moments but his great moments offset them. Out of the trio, I think Ron is the best character and sometimes I wish he was the protag instead of Harry.

Well, let me end it at 7, the perfect number! I can't fully word why I like or love some of these characters but this is a gist.

Of course, there may be other characters that I enjoy for what they are in the story (the Death Eaters, Dumbledore etc) but I don't care about them enough to mention them. Blessings!

[cohandshake]

From all the posts going around of what other bands to listen to rather than Wilbur and Lovejoy, there's a few that I'm surprised I haven't seen:

Pat the Bunny and his other projects Wingnut Dishwashers Union, Ramshackle Glory, and Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains - the epitome of folk punk, a genre that Will was obviously into and inspired by considering he covered a few songs from Pat

I'm not a good person

I'm going home

Whiskey is my kind of lullaby

Your heart is a muscle -> the first song I typically recommend

More about alcoholism

Urine speaks louder than words -> the cover wil did of this is how i found him

Never trust a man who (who plays guitar)

Crywank - another band that was inspo for both the solo albums and Lovejoy, AND another folk punk staple, one of the few I can think of off the top of my head that's british

Welcome to castle irwell

Its ok i wouldn't remember me either

Song for a guilty sadist

Memento Mori

AJJ - especially People Who Can People album

Back Pack

People ii 2: Still Peoplin'

Brave as a noun

Bad bad things

Days N' Daze, Mischief Brew, and Defiance, Ohio are also great folk punk bands that are in the same vein as the ones mentioned above.

misanthropic drunken loner

little blue pills

oh, susquehanna!

roll me through the gates of hell

coffee, god, and cigarettes,

olde tyme mem'ry

I will say, while I could hear the definite influences these bands and genre had on his solo stuff, YCGMA and MSR always struck me as a more tamed version made more palatable for the masses, so while the themes, overall sound, and inspo is all there, I can't guarantee that it's a vibe for everyone

Ren - while not the same genre by any means, I think the vibe could def be appreciated, and if you like up-and-coming artists who've originated on youtube, check him out

Frank Turner - british artist who also makes music that I would considered the marketable version of folk-punk. more positive vibes than others in the scene

Get better

I still believe

I knew prufrock before he got famous

The Libertines - more for those who like Lovejoy. this band has been around for a while, and they've never stopped being insane about eachother. GREAT music, one of my favs tbh, and classic brit-indie 2000s which is what Lovejoy reminded me of.

Can't stand me now -> prob their most known song

The good old days

What a waster

What became of the likely lads

Gunga Din

Sorority Noise

Blonde hair, black lungs

Using

Art school wannabe

Kimya Dawson - if you're looking for something woman-based, she's for you. In the vein of the folk-punk scene (she's actually anti-folk), her and her band Moldy Peaches have been in soundtracks like Juno

So nice, so smart

The beer -> one of the ultimate songs imo

loose lips

[yonpote]

this is my keep or yeet livepost w my onions on whether phil should keep or yeet

THE GHOST SHIRT yeet bc its haunted by... another youtuber who's worn it. BUT dan pointing out that its small on him just makes it hotter cuz like... tight fitting clothes on this man is,..... hoo boy

aladdin for me is a yeet but im not the biggest aladdin fan personally? so i think keep for phil is fine and BLACK SHIRTS ON PHIL UGHHHHHH LOVe

red nasa shirt 😭😭😭 i would keep it for sentiment tbh ;;

shoe shirt? its so random. yeet. WAIT IT HAS TEXTURES NVM KEEP

oh god wtf is that{?!? OH HE DYED THE ICONIC SHIRT LMAOO yeah this is a yeet but i relate so much to trying to dye something a cool color but just making it look kinda dirty 😭

OH HELL YEAH RIPPED GREEN HOODIE YUMMALICIOUS HUBBA HUBBA comfy hoodie is always a keep

oh brother not another opera spon... use firefox everyone, its got tab containers too and if you use ublock origin u can put in a specific list thing for youtube ads so you dont get the adblock block thing look it up on reddit its so good, if u need chrome for mandatory work thing sure but firefox doesnt harvest everything you type so

NGJFNFJ THE MOLDY GREEN DYED SHIRTS ARE SO BAD BUDDY THE SUSHI SHIRT WOULDA BEEN CUTE OTHERWISE

a millennial gay can never have too many flowery button ups imo, keep

corgi!!!! cute!!

crusty bottom and clean top..... dont make me say it.........

OOO keep the splatter print shirt its very lesbian!!!

gatorland shirt i like a good comfy tourist shirt

marvel shirt YEEEEET

omg the ancient illness hoodie..... THE ONE THAT DAN WORE WHILE WEARING A COLANDER ON HIS HEAD KEEP IT HAS LORE!!!!!!

uhhhh random gray rectangle shirt.. yeet unless he wants to do the short sleeve over long sleeve e boy look

MESH SAKURA SHIRT KEEP FOREVER HOT AND MATCHES DANS SAKURA SHIRT LOL. TJE NIP WINDOW????? CHEST HAIR!?!?!?!?

ooo semi-varsity jacket... i think if it was baggier on him and it looked more like the embroidered ones ppl wear in japan it would be a keep but for me its yeet

MOON SHIRT!!!! keep for cutie pie reasons. PHIL IS NOT APPROPRIATING LESBIAN WITCH DAN HE LITERALLY IS ONE HES A LESBIAN PSYCHIC "i could be a lesbian witch!"

nasa jacket keeeeep

stranger yeet.

types of frogs KEEP. ITS SO RAINFOREST CAFE FROG SHIRT VIBE AS WELL AS DAN'S SPACE CENTER CAT SHIRT

beetle... i voted yeet on ig

friends t shirt i would say keep for phil cuz listen. millennials need their sitcom attachment and i love a big comfy shirt. also oops edit flub? they didnt say whether it was kept or yet o7

minesweeper shirt KEEP just bc charlie plays so much minesweeper like my fav part of her streams is just watching her play minesweeper very intensely

keeeeep the plaid windbreaker its sooooo hot on phil. "it smells like a man whos not me" "philip where have you been." jealous dan returns

pokemon hoodie ummmm im kinda 50/50 on this one i love pokemoncore shit but fsr this pattern looks a bit weird? but overall a keep

tokyo i think i voted keep cuz i thought it was newer than it is lol idk i dont think its the worst

furby shirt keep 100% THE OLD FURBY

i think phil shoudl keep all his shorts but him them like 3 inches shorter or just cut the length off. i think its so funny how cis men are like "omg im so slutty for wearing 7 inch inseam shorts" like girl get the daisy dukes out. i wanna see the thighs please.

DID SHE JUST TAKE HER SHORTS OFF ON CAMERA. PHIL YOU WHORE. BRIGHT BLUE UNDIES. IM KILLING MYSELF

YES!!!! TINY LITTLE SHORTS GOD YES THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME.

comfy gray shorts keep OH ITS THE ASS SHORTS. ITS THE CAKE SHORTS. KEEP

oof skinny shorts?? yeet (but no hate on skinny jeans in general... i only have one pair of jeans and theyre mega ripped skiinny jeans they just dont look skinny on me cuz im short and chubby) "if emo comes back" girl emos been back

corduroy shorts mehhh oh but texture phil needs texture so keep

ORANGE FLOWER SHORTS KEEP

HELLO??? ummm godzilla shorts are.... if the print were on a shirt i would keep but on shorts?

brown shorts yeet, flower sweater keep, basically i agree w them

ooh another black graphic longsleeve lol. I THINK THIS ONES A KEEP AND THE BEETLES A YEET SORRY

oh funky hoodie. i like it i would wear it keep but idk if i like it on phil

KEEP THE PURPLE STRIPEY SWEATER FOREVER

if this fleece jacket thing didnt have such a stupid back design on it i would say keep

SPOTTY RED BUTTON UP KEEP

keep comfy buffalo checker sweater!!! i would keep

"manchester hoodie" oh.... everyone who voted yeet go die katamari hoodie is perfect

KEEP DENIM JACKET FOREVER

fuzzy denim keeeep hes so hot

spotty blue shirt i LOVE but. its so tatinof ykwim and phils in his new era

oooh stripey blue shirt keep!

i bought a sweater that was inspired by this blue and pink checker thing LOL i think it looked better when he had jet black hair lol

BRIGHT FUTURE! keep!!!

omg wait nooo not the red bomber!!! its cute!!!!!! im too attached to his clothes bro.... i like the red one more than the blue one tbh WHY DID HE BUY SO MANY VERSIONS

Nasa sweater!! keep

blue button up is too like. corporate lol. brother you dont have an office job you dont need boring tops

tiger jumper keep!!!! i like it!!!!! fuck u MEAN fast fashion

good vibes keeeep for the vibes

oh the brown flower pattern on this doesnt work on phil

OH THIS PLANT ONES HOT. YEAH DAN THATS RIGHT DEFEND THIS SHIRT

great wave keep!

glittery zebra is so tied to 2017 in my brain but not in a good way tbh yeet but he is hot in it. "you bought this for me dan" omfg shut UP

i think i voted keep on chess but. on second look its a yeet tbh...

ok thats it yippee that was fun theyre gay im gonna die

[mars-ipan]

man why couldn’t my fav man to objectify be someone normal like leon kennedy. why’d it have to be a moldy wet cat

[darthmaulification]

i saw @zinzinina do this challenge and i had to i had to i had to i h

rules: make a new post and spell out your url with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.

dead of night by orville peck

angela by the lumineers

rampage by nicole dollanganger

tom’s diner by suzanne vega x DNA (or the giant rooks x annenmaykantereit version)

harvest moon by the brothers comatose (ft. aj lee and blue summit)

marie douceur marie colère by marie laforêt

anyone else but you by the moldy peaches

under your spell by desire

life on mars? by david bowie

i’m on fire by bruce springsteen (or the annenmaykantereit version)

fahrradsattel by pisse

i threw glass at my friend’s eyes and now i’m on probation by destroy boys

closer by nine inch nails

a different age by current joys

today by young crooks

in the room where you sleep by dead man’s bones

only for you by heartless bastards

nights by frank ocean

tags: everyone. you. i want you reading this to do this. then tag me in your post and i'll listen to the songs you chose, give you a like, and then reblog stating my fav ones. let the games begin.

[brummiereader]

I was SO excited to see the notification for this when I checked my phone. Being the Impatient person I am I started reading this while leaving my place. I guess I stopped walking and looked so engrossed in my phone because a woman came up to me thinking I was a tourist and asked if I needed directions 🤦🏼‍♀️😳. Now that I'm back home I finally have time to comment!

Arghh! Honestly my heart started beating so fast straight away, I was so worried moldy Mosley had done something to Amelia. You have no idea how relieved I was to see Bonnie had come to her resuce 😩. That man is vile, If only Bonnie gave him a knock out he didn't wake up from, god he is gross. And Oh my god!...The restraint Tommy had to not kill him right then and there had me on the edge of my seat, I really thought he was going to flip at any moment, but he didn't, unwilling to play his game. Did Mosley know Amelia was Tommy's daughter before the party?

😩 I knew this conversation was going to come between father and daughter. My heart is breaking for her. She finally has a family and now Tommy is sending her away, even if it is to protect her. She's been through so much already, her reaction is exactly how I thought it would be. "For me or your fucking career?” she bit back"...ouch ouch OUCH! That was a punch in the gut for Tommy. There's a little truth in there even if it is very complicated as to why he needs to further his career, he needs to take that vermin out!

I do love the fact she is back on the road with Bonnie, back to her roots. Something about that way of life is so appealing to me ❤️. Oh my heart. This whole part with Aberama was so beautifully written. He was one of my favourite smaller characters in the show, I was so sad when they killed him off. But that's the best thing about fanfiction, we get to bring loved characters back, and you wrote him perfectly Lee. I particularly loved the way his conversation with Amelia sounded almost like a father reassuring a daughter, he was soft in his approach and truthfully wanted to ease Amelia's thoughts.

These two 🥰! I'm going to miss their youthful interactions. I don't think you could have paired Bonnie with anyone other than Amelia, they compliment eachothers personalities perfectly. From the little we see of Bonnie in the series, I am in awe at how you have expertly captured his character. His confession had me kicking my feet, we knew he had fallen for her the moment he saw her, all of us did except Amelia 😅❤️. Aww, the start of a young love, you could feel the excitement and anticipation they were both feeling through your words, I just adored every part of it!

Thank god that creep is dead! This series is honestly a dream. Mosley dead and the characters I loved so much still alive ❤️.

“And what, might I ask, happened to “not as long as I live?” This line had me giggling, and the way Lizzie just hushed him right after 🤭. Dad mode out to try an embarrass her just once more 😂. The special moment Amelia and Tommy spent together warmed my heart, there has been a lot of hurt and pain, but in that moment I really think Tommy couldn't have been happier to have his daughter back and the air cleared.

“I will love, honor and cherish you for as long as I live.” what beautiful last words to end this incredible series with, echoing the title of this wonderful story❤️. You gave us the perfect ending to this! Amelia has quickly become one of my fav OC, her strong will, witty, resilient, fiery personality is everything I absolutely love about her! Thank you for sharing this amazing series with us, you are a phenomenal writer ❤️!

As Long As I Live (Part 4)

Tommy Shelby & Amelia Holland (OC) x Bonnie Gold

Summary: When things go wrong at Lizzie's party, Tommy proposes a solution Amelia finds difficult to accept.

Author's Note: Requested by the lovely @kpopgirlbtssvt. This will be the final part to the series and the longest at 4K words!

Warnings: drinking, language, mention of assault and blood, mention of pregnancy, minor character death

Masterlist

“How long is a fucking ballet anyway?” Arthur asked, fumbling inside his coat pocket for his flask of whisky. Finn only shrugged in reply, barely watching the performance himself in favor of staring at his pocket watch. He ducked his head to study the time, only to find the minutes passing more slowly than before. He gave a tired exhale of breath as a hand clamped over his shoulder.

“Finn, we need to get Tommy,” Isaiah said out of breath and uncharacteristically rattled by something. 

“Thought you were supposed to be with Amelia,” Finn noted. “Tommy’ll have your balls if something happens to her.”

Isaiah’s face turned grim as he confided, “Something’s already happened, mate. She’s probably with Frances by now, but Tommy should come to the garden straight away,” he urged.

“Y-yeah, ok,” Finn stammered as he moved into action, glancing at Arthur who didn't look like he'd be much help in his state of inebriation. 

Quickly shuffling between seats, Finn found Tommy and whispered to him. Watching Tommy excuse himself from the front row, Lizzie pressed her fingertips to her temples, willing away a throbbing headache, unaware the night was about to get worse.

As Tommy rounded the corner of the garden he found Bonnie throttling another man, arm pulled back to deliver a punch. “Oi! Get the fuck up!” he yelled, pulling Bonnie off with all his strength and struggling to contain him.

“What’s going on?” he demanded to know, squinting in the dim light to make out the bruised and bleeding figure on the ground. The man rose to a sitting position, holding his ribs and heaving for breath as he searched for a handkerchief to dab at his bloody nose. A sliver of light cut across the garden path illuminating his face and Tommy’s eyebrows raised at the sight of Sir Oswald Mosley.

“One of your thugs attacked me,” Mosley accused, pushing himself up from the ground with great effort. 

Tommy looked to Bonnie for an explanation and Bonnie turned away as he stuttered, “He-he had Amelia. If I hadn’t come-” Tommy held up his hand, his mouth suddenly too dry to speak. He understood Bonnie’s meaning immediately as Mosley’s ghastly reputation preceded him. It wasn’t hard to believe, though he did wonder why Isaiah hadn’t kept her away from the party like he asked. It was no time for that, however, as he attempted to handle the matter at hand.

“I want to know what you’re going to do about this, Shelby,” Mosley demanded, stalking toward Tommy angrily. “This animal belongs in jail for attempted murder,” he seethed, pointing at Bonnie. 

“Nevertheless, you attacked one of my guests first,” Tommy replied, attempting to restrain the venom seeping into his voice. 

Mosley scoffed at Tommy’s comment, taking the handkerchief from his face as he sneered, “One of the whores you employed for the evening?” He waited for Tommy to take the bait, revealing the true nature of the relationship. However, Tommy held firm, swallowing harshly to hold down the bile that threatened to rise in his throat. Seeing no other option, he realized he would have to acquiesce to Mosley’s demands or give that illusion until he could formulate a plan.  

“Alright,” Tommy reluctantly agreed. “If you’ll step inside I’ll make the necessary calls and see that you receive proper medical attention,” he said with lips pursed tight, otherwise expressionless to hide the fear of how he might find Amelia. Tommy exchanged one last concerned look with Bonnie before escorting Mosley inside, his mind preoccupied with his daughter’s well-being before he could begin to think of a solution to this catastrophe. 

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The next morning blinders guarding the front entrance of Arrow House could hear the shouting from Tommy's office. It reverberated off the paneled walls and down the corridor. The men exchanged nervous glances as pieces of the conversation drifted out toward them. For the better part of an hour Tommy attempted to persuade Amelia to flee without providing details of his treacherous ties to Sir Oswald Mosley. However, his proposal of having her return to a life of travel with Bonnie Gold was not something she was prepared to entertain. 

“How could you do this? Cast me off like some cursed soul?”Amelia yelled. She realized she was being dramatic, but that’s how she felt. 

“Amelia, please, I’m trying to see that you’re taken care of and...,” Tommy trailed off, words failing him suddenly. Was he doing what was right? He’d only just gotten her back. Could he relinquish her so easily? He wasn’t so sure of his decision now that he was saying it out loud, but this was the best plan he could think of on short notice. 

“You’d never do this to Charlie or Ruby!” she shouted, turning to face him with tears stinging her eyes. At a time when she had finally come to believe her father loved his children equally, this was irrefutable proof he saw them very differently. Although she had been attacked in the garden, she felt she was being blamed for it. Her father's insistence on her protection felt more like banishment so he could continue living a life of respectability amongst the toffs he claimed to despise. 

Tommy halted, taking a deep breath as he thought about what he was asking of his eldest daughter. Amelia took his silence as complacency and it infuriated her more. When he finally began to speak she wouldn’t allow more than a few words. He began, “Amelia, I wish you’d consider…” before she interrupted.

“I don’t want to hear about Bonnie Gold again as long as I live!” she said defiantly.

Tommy removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose as he exhaled loudly. She was stubborn and headstrong, qualities he loved about her normally. However, faced with the sickening fingerprint shaped bruises on her neck, he was desperate to get her to safety. “What if Aberama and Polly go with ya?” he pleaded. He clenched his fists to hold back the feelings of helplessness he’d experienced when Izzy disappeared all those years ago, willing this time to be different. 

Amelia looked at Tommy with fiery determination wanting to object, but knowing it was useless because her father was also relentless when he wanted something. It was a battle she would surely loose, a humiliating defeat with only her heart at stake. Finally she gave in with a slow nod of agreement.

Tommy’s posture instantly relaxed knowing he’d found a compromise. “Thank you, Amelia. It’s for the best,” he assured her.

“For me or your fucking career?” she bit back.

“That’s not why I’m doing this,” Tommy urged, holding her gaze in hopes she would recognize the sincerity of his words. 

"It doesn't change the fact that you're giving up on me. Because that's what you do when things are too difficult for you to handle, isn't it? You abandon people... like you did with mum," she confronted him, voice constricting in her throat. 

Tommy felt an uncomfortable weight settle in his chest at her accusation. “I wanted you here, Amelia. It just couldn’t be,” he murmured. He wished to express how much she meant to him, but his words fell away as he noticed the look of disillusionment spreading over her like a disease. 

Amelia’s stare remained harsh as she waited for something more. An apology would have been a start, though she knew her father was unaccustomed to issuing them under any circumstances. 

"You should pack," Tommy finally told her, in a resigned voice.

Amelia shook her head in disgust and turned on her heel, slamming the door behind her as she went. Passing Lizzie in the hallway, she ran to her room.

As Lizzie entered, she found Tommy slumped forward in his chair, elbows on his knees, contemplating what Amelia had said.

“Tommy, what’s happened?” Lizzie asked, pulling her dressing gown closed against the chill.

Tommy exhaled slowly, reaching for a cigarette. He took his time lighting one for his wife and himself before answering, “I’ve fucked it all up, Lizzie, and now she’ll never forgive me.”

“What did you say?” Lizzie asked hesitantly and Tommy told her plainly what was to come. He explained how Moss would arrange Bonnie’s transport early the next morning with just enough time for his men to intercept at a crossroads. Then Aberama and Polly were  to whisk him away deep into the mountains. He held his breath before admitting Amelia would be with them.

“Oh, Tommy, no,” she sighed, abandoning her cigarette in the ashtray and collapsing into a chair. “You promised me she’d be taken care of after everything…” she said, lowering her head into her hands.

“And she will,” Tommy said, coming to stand next to his wife’s side.

Lizzie looked up at him with a shake of her head. “I don’t understand you sometimes. What is this good that you will become?” she demanded to know. “When you turn away your own family. Is this work with bloody fascists so important you’d lose everyone you care about?” 

“Lizzie, please, I need you to understand,” he said, reaching for her hand, but she stood suddenly to avoid his touch. Walking to the door without a backward glance, she left him alone with his thoughts and his regrets.

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There was something comforting about being in nature again after nearly a year on Tommy's estate. Now that she was back on the road, it was as though she’d never left. The circling of the crows overheard and the welcoming softness of the velvety moss under her feet were all she needed to feel at home again. Despite the desperate ache she felt leaving her younger siblings behind, she soon found routine in her chores and conversations with Polly, who helped her understand the person her father became in order to survive after the war.  Amelia listened to the stories out of curiosity, but disregarded the silent plea for forgiveness. That wasn’t something she was prepared to give just yet.

Sometimes she contemplated what her life might have been if she’d disobeyed her father and stayed near Small Heath, but those were only fleeting thoughts. She wouldn’t stay where she wasn’t wanted. It was a thought that crept up on her, chilling her even in the warmth of the campfire. Amelia shivered as she stared into the abyss of the flickering light, too lost in the past to notice Aberama approaching. She startled at the feeling of his large palm on her shoulder when he softly asked, "May I sit with you, child?”

She immediately nodded in agreement, gladly accepting his company as she had changed her opinion of him during their travels. He’d proven himself to be generous with her, ensuring her comfort by providing plenty of fresh meat and repairing the old vardo where she slept. She’d also witnessed his fair and honest dealings when trading and felt ashamed at her earlier accusations. 

Taking up a place on a log beside her, Aberama stoked the fire before rubbing his hands together to feel the warmth radiating from the flames. If there was a moment to say what he'd been holding back, now was the time. "You know, I traveled with the Hollands many years ago," he said with a small smile playing on his lips at the memory.

Amelia's head shot up at the mention of her mum’s family, fingers clasping the gem at her throat nervously. "You did?" she asked hesitantly.

"Aye, and I knew your mother," he recalled. "You'd not find anyone better with horses," he mused, eyes drifting upward with the curls of smoke twisting in the night air. Then he added sadly, "She was a rare gem and she would have made a fine wife."

Amelia swallowed a lump in her throat as she asked, “I don’t understand. Were you in love with her, Mr. Gold?”

His head dropped as he huffed out a little laugh, “I think everyone loved Isidora, but we all knew her heart belonged to Tommy Shelby,” he said, reaching for a piece of kindling and his small pocket knife to distract himself with a bit of carving. He was growing nervous at the thought of revealing secrets long buried and looked to his work instead of the girl at his side as he continued. “Amelia. I didn't think it was my place to say anything before, but now perhaps you should know something," he ventured. 

However, Amelia soon grew uncomfortable and attempted to push away the topic that caused a deep chasm to open within her chest. "It's alright, I know my father abandoned her when she was pregnant," she said dismissively, rubbing her thumb over the sapphire in silent apology to her mum. 

Aberama's hands dropped to his sides as he stopped to look at Amelia with a look of confusion, mixed with pain. "No, child, he loved that woman."

Amelia scoffed, "You must have him mistaken for someone else. He never wanted her...or me," she noted bitterly.

"That's where you're wrong," Aberama corrected. “Your parents were very much in love, but your grandfather kept them apart because of a feud.”

“Dad never mentioned that last part,” Amelia said, knitting her brows. 

Aberama considered the piece of wood he held in his hand as he said, “I doubt he knew his father’s deceitfulness caused him to lose Izzy.” He glanced up at Amelia with a mournful look, wishing he weren’t the one to tell her this.

“Your grandfathers were friends. Well, they gambled quite a lot together,” he corrected himself. “Izzy’s father owed money to Tommy's father and in 1914 they began to quarrel," he explained. Amelia leaned forward unsure if she wanted to hear more. Aberama took a deep breath before continuing. "Soon after Izzy fell pregnant and her father came to believe it was some kind of retribution. He was outraged that the Shelbys would collect a debt in such a manner so he sent her away. Said he’d be damned if she married a man with no honor. Of course, your father went to war and by the time he returned, you and your mother were long gone.”

Amelia's eyes were wide with shock and disbelief, wondering if this misunderstanding could be the cause of so much pain. Furrowing her brow she asked the question still lingering in her mind. “But…that doesn't explain why my father never looked for her," she said accusingly.

"He did. For years he asked my family for help, but we never found her,” he said in a voice close to a whisper. Amelia could see the look of regret etched on his face and didn’t ask anything more, choosing to sit in pensive silence. She knew there was little else he could have done to help, time ticking away the years her mother had left before fever claimed her life. She knew from Polly’s stories that in those years Tommy became a hardened criminal and any suspicion the family had about him was cemented in his deeds with the Peaky Blinders.

Amelia’s fingertips lingered over her necklace as she thought of the promise it contained and she realized her father had told the truth when he said he was coming back for his true love after France. She sat back against a log, taking in a deep breath as she closed her eyes and imagined her parents together. It healed her fractured heart to know that they had been happy for a brief time and in a way, their love remained through her.

With the fire crackling between them, Aberama studied Amelia and watched a look of contentment settle over her face. He placed his knife in his pocket with a nod, standing and brushing himself off before leaving the campfire. As she listened to his footsteps, Amelia’s eyes opened and she called out, “thank you.”

Aberama turned back and tipped his head toward her in acknowledgment before joining Polly in their vardo.

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Amelia didn’t spend much time with Bonnie when they first set off into the mountains. He reminded her of the awful night at Arrow House that drove them all away. Sometimes when she looked at him she blamed his jealousy, and the temper Aberama claimed he inherited from his mother, for what happened. However, as time passed, she found it hard to hold a grudge. As her own mood improved she became curious to know Bonnie, though occasions were now rare seeing that he often kept his distance from her.

Sitting by the riverbank, Amelia watched Bonnie cross a log, his feet swift and sure, never faltering, and it reminded her of the day in the boxing ring when he'd shown such promise. Suddenly she found herself thinking of everything he’d given up that night in the garden after she dared to spit in Mosley's face, provoking his animalistic impulses. 

Unable to contain the question as it came to her she blurted out, “Do you hate me?”

Bonnie wobbled on the log for the first time, looking over at her in surprise. He'd waited for the moment Amelia might speak to him again. He feared she might never trust him after the beating he gave Mosley. Thoughts echoed in his mind about the brutality she’d witnessed from him, even after she yelled for him to stop, protesting how she could have managed on her own. But the image of Mosley's hand against her throat as he ripped Amelia's dress replayed on a loop nearly every night and he knew he’d do it all again if necessary to keep her from harm.

Without a hint of hesitation, he replied to her question, “Course I don’t hate ya.” He made his way to the end of the log and jumped down, joining her on the soft grass. “What makes you say that?”

“You’ll never get to live your dream now. Don’t you remember the day in the gym when you told me you wanted to be a champion?” Amelia asked sadly, turning her face away from Bonnie and hiding in her shoulder. 

“I didn’t say that, dove. You did,” Bonnie reminded her gently, looking out over the river.

“What?” she asked in confusion.

“I said I didn’t want to waste my life and I’m not so long as I’m with you,” he replied.

Amelia peeked out from her hiding place, to glance at Bonnie. He laid back against the grass looking up at the passing clouds as he continued, “The day I met you in the stables, I knew you weren’t like anyone I’d ever met. You've got a wild spirit that makes ya fearless. Hell, sometimes I watch you just to see what you'll do next!" An easy laugh escaped his lips and he rolled over to lean on his elbow looking at Amelia as he turned serious. "If I never went back to boxing again, that’d be alright.”

“You’re lying,” Amelia sniffed, though she felt the truth behind the sentiment in the gentle way he spoke, without rushing his words.

Bonnie's heart caught in his chest as she began to cry. He moved toward her slowly, coming to kneel beside her. “M not. Even if you said you hated me, I’d stay.”

“Why?” she asked. “After all this..” she wondered aloud, wiping a tear away with the back of her hand.

Bonnie shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. “Stubborn, I reckon,” he said with a grin, ducking to catch her gaze.

“That’s it?” she giggled in spite of herself.

“No," he said with a soft shake of his head, hand brushing over the luscious grass as he plucked a daisy from the ground. "I’d like to get to know you better cos there’s something else I think I’d like to ask you one day,” he said, offering her the flower and the whole world all at once.

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Eight months later…

Arrow House was quiet with the children at school and Lizzie attending a meeting for one of her charities. Only Cyril was left to keep Tommy company on this cold winter’s day, but he didn’t mind. He was soaking in the last moments of tranquil solitude before the entire family would be reunited at last. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so at ease. With Mosley's assassination, his plans for the party could go forward and Bonnie and Amelia were now safe to return home.

A fortnight ago he sent Johnny Dogs to deliver a handwritten message, asking her home to talk and offering an apology for the way they parted. He finally found the words he’d been unable to speak months ago. Though the letter had unburdened his soul, he hadn't slept until he received word she would see him. He also promised Lizzie not to interfere with Amelia's plans after the visit, allowing her to choose her own path now that she was eighteen. 

As luck would have it, she and Bonnie arrived two days before Christmas looking well and much more agreeable than when they left. Tommy wondered what transpired in their time in the mountains, ushering them into his office for a chat. The pair beamed as they requested an audience with both Tommy and Lizzie, smiling from ear to ear. 

As drinks were poured and everyone found a seat in Tommy’s large study, Lizzie held her breath, noticing the obvious sparks between the young couple. Amelia was the first to speak, a glow about her as she excitedly announced her engagement to Bonnie Gold.

“And what, might I ask, happened to “not as long as I live?” Tommy asked incredulously from his place beside his wife.

“Shhh, Tommy,” Lizzie hushed him. Whispering in his ear, she reminded him of his promise to concentrate on Amelia’s happiness from now on. He waved her off, saying, “Alright, alright, Lizzie.”

“Of course, you have my blessing,” he said, standing and extending a hand toward Bonnie.

“Thank you, Mr. Shelby, sir,” Bonnie replied with a wide grin. He pumped Tommy’s hand with a bit too much vigor, excitement and adrenaline coursing through him. 

Lizzie rose from her seat to offer her congratulations to Bonnie and Amelia faced Tommy. She  clutched his letter she’d kept in her pocket since she’d received it. “I’m sorry too, Dad,” she whispered as he held her in a long embrace.

Tommy pulled away to study her dewy eyes asking, “What do you have to be sorry for, eh?”

“I said the worst things before I left. I was hurt, but I didn’t realize you were in pain too,” she managed in a shaky voice, stopping to look deeply into his eyes. “I’m sorry you lost mum, but you won’t lose me again,” she promised.

The breath left Tommy’s lungs as he listened to Amelia’s heartfelt declaration, leaving him speechless and happier than he’d felt all year. As Lizzie looked to them with a tilt of her head, she decided not to pry into their private moment. Instead, she asked the group, “Shall we ask Frances to open a bottle of champagne? We should celebrate properly!”

“We should,” Tommy agreed with a wide grin. “Me daughter’s home and she’s getting married. It’s a good day,” Tommy declared, staring back at Amelia with a look of pride. 

Lizzie looped her arm in his and they set out toward the dining room, peppering Bonnie with questions about his adventures, his easy laugh filling the corridor. 

Amelia watched them happily as she placed a hand over her necklace, feeling the presence of her mother beside her. She hadn’t experienced this kind of inner peace for a long time. The circumstances of her short life had taught her to be wary of this feeling as it was ever changing and tended to shift beneath her feet whenever she found herself on stable ground. However, when she married Bonnie Gold the following spring she knew it was everlasting. As she stood before him in a flowing white dress and a crown of daisies adorning her thick mane of dark curls, she was comforted by the quiet promise in his voice when he proclaimed, “I will love, honor and cherish you for as long as I live.”

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The Beast Who Cried Man Ch2 (Beauty & The Beast AU)

Summary: People are dying in the small village of Pivot; your home. Murders are becoming more common than not, and no one can find out why. The danger seems to only grow with each passing day. In a town controlled by fear, your people blame the mystery man who lives in the castle miles into the woods. You’ve all heard the low moans of agony coming from the house and flashes of green and bright lights…you’ve all seen the magic. The villagers call him The Beast. One day, when picking flowers and apples for your family you stumble upon a body. The town gathers in a panic, deciding that the only solution would be human sacrifice to mollify the beast himself. As you were the one to find the bodies, deemed bad luck, you are sent off into the woods to meet this beast…

Regulus Black x reader (reader is neutral)

*Part One*Part Two*Part Three*

Warnings: cussing, mobs, angst, this is like my least fav chapter of the series (I say as if I've already written the rest-)

Authors Note: I know things have been a bit slow burn but I promise it's going to speed up the next couple of chapters and I am really, really excited for what I have planned and on meshing the HP world, and beauty and the beast into this fic. So please enjoy! Feedback and comments are always appreciated. And if I used anything too descriptive of the characters identity, please let me know so I can change it, I want the reader to be as inclusive/neutral as possible.

Word Count: 2.5k

Chapter Two

Kreachers of The Night

It’s funny how time seems to laugh at you and speed up at all the moments you wish it’d stop completely. This was one of those moments.

The towns small jail was cold and moldy, murky drops of water dripping every few minutes from a leak in the ceiling. I couldn't decide whether the tap, tap, tapping of the droplets were keeping me sane or driving me over the edge. But I did know that without any sound at all I’d get lost in the silence.

The jailer was a stout woman, Mauren, always kind and fierce and always at every festival. She had the prettiest voice out of us all. She would take care of me at times where my parents needed the help and she’d bring us bones for broth when my sister or I grew sick. But now… now her voice was trapped in the awkward air between us. She couldn’t even speak to me as she kept her gaze to the single window, the beginning of a beautiful sunset starting to glimmer through.

It was almost time.

“Please,” I begged for the hundredth time, she only screwed her eyes shut and ignored me. “Please don’t let them have me,” I nearly sobbed, “I’m not what they say I am. I’m not bad luck, I’m-” the words died in my throat as she began to hum to herself, there was truly nothing else I could say. So instead I got up and wrapped my hands around the rusted bars of the cell. I shook back and forth like a mad man, rattling the entire building when it actually was hardly causing a creak in the floorboard beneath me. But it felt nice, to let go and go from begging to just being mad.

“This isn’t right!” I yelled. “Stop humming and listen to me!” But it was to no avail, she only began to hum her song louder. But someone did answer me, and the voice was so much worse than the rude hums of Maruen.

“Baby!” rang my mothers voice, half hysterical and half hard as stone. Rage and despair carried on a soundwave. “My baby!” she wailed again. I heard some gruff voices and then some sort of hustle, I knew she was trying to get in, they would not let her.

“(Y/N)! Don’t….dont worry!” called the voice of my sister. Tears pricked my eyes at the sound of my father grunting and then a loud clash. They were fighting the guards. Mauren stopped her humming and when the sounds registered she shot up from her seat and raced to the door.

“Let them in you dogs,” she said, scowling at the young guards who quickly released my father from a headlock, one was sporting an already bruising black eye.

Before they could even get the word “ma’am” out, my entire family spilled inside, nearly knocking over Mauren.

“Get ‘em out of here, Mar,” pleaded my father. She only shook her head causing my mother to join in, a beggar's look in her eye that must run in the family.

“Please. We have a place to go, far from here. Where we’re safe, and…” she gave me an apologetic look, “and the towns safe from (Y/N).” The words felt like a dagger thrown straight through my chest to the moldy wall behind me. I knew she was just saying that...right? The very thought of my parents thinking I was bad luck because of finding Old Man Jono’s body was nearly enough to bring me to my knees.

“You know I can’t do that. If (Y/N) is what they say, then they’re our only real chance at peace.”

“You can’t really believe that.”

“Maybe not...but it’s hope. And ain’t that a bitch,” she said, she turned and walked back to her seat with all our eyes glued to her. She only gave us one last glance, a frown on her lips. “But I’ll give ya some time...sundowns over soon.”

The words struck a somber truth, death is soon. The Beast is waiting. The cell was drowned in silence before my mother stepped so close to the cells she could reach a shaking hand through and grab ahold of my own, her breath turning white in the air.

“Be brave, little one. The gods will reward your courage,” she said, my father scoffed behind her.

“The gods have left us long ago,”

“Pa!” my sister scolded, hurt flashing across her eyes. I only laughed bitterly, her eyes finding mine.

“He’s right, but so is Ma. Courage will serve me more than the gods will.” My dad gave me a smile close to being something proud but ended up being sadder than anything I’ve ever seen. He wordlessly stepped forward and wrapped his big hand over Ma’s and mine. My sister hugged herself just behind us, eyes glued to the floor.

“But…. I’m scared,” she said. Maruen looked up with watery eyes and the whole room shifted into something tragic at the cracking of her voice. I begrudgingly left my parents and moved slightly to the right and reached my arms through the bars awkwardly. My sister looked at me for a long, depressed moment before inching forwards into my arms. I hugged her the best I could.

“You’re allowed to be scared, but have faith too. Faith that I will come back to you,” I whispered to her softly. Her response was a sniffle and a meek word.

“How?”

“Because I am a person with too much to lose to just give up. And I’ll miss your scones too much,” she laughed softly before stepping back and wiping her nose.

“I’ll hold you to that,” she said.

“I’m counting on it,” I replied, a bittersweet smile on my lips as Mar tugged softly on my moms shoulder, the roaring of the townspeople could be heard even through the stone walls of the prison.

“Times up,” she said, tears pricking her eyes. I wanted to feel mad. I wanted to feel the same rage as my parents, but I couldn’t. Not when everyone looks just as afraid and heartbroken as me, maybe not for the same reasons, but we all still felt the same.

There was hardly time for a hello and now there was no time for a goodbye as the Mayor burst through the heavy wooden doors, hair falling into his crazed eyes.

“Grab her,” he spoke lowly, like the warning growl of a predator and like all Alphas have been, he was obeyed. A dozen townsfolk stepped forward, my heart lurched as my father, still limping and bloody, stood before me, my mother next to him and my sister by her, all holding hands forming a wall.

“Please-” my father tried again but his words were cut off as the people I grew up with and adored, grabbed him by the shoulders, arms wrapping around my mother and tugging at my sister. I squeezed my eyes shut as they screamed and cried. I flinched when the steel door to my cell creaked, I tried not to, but I wailed when calloused and large hands gripped my forearms, lifted me off the ground and all I felt was cold air when it should be warm; but even the weather knew this to be a somber event.

When I opened my eyes this time they were filled with rage, rage and sorrow. My eyes met the Mayors and I swear I saw him flinch...good. I growled my words at him, screaming and shouting before I was so far from the prison cell I felt only fear. The forest was in sight.

“Let me go!” I cried, mourning for my life. “I didn’t do it!” I screamed, mourning for Jono and his wife. “Please,” I whispered, muttering the words like a prayer. “Please. Please, please,” I considered actually praying, but I didn’t want to send my prayers to a god that would let all this happen. All the death, all the sin and misunderstanding. All the tragedy that was always just tragedy and never meant to be more, never meant to become my life.

My voice ceased to work after a mile, we marched in silence towards the castle in the forest. Leaves crunching in haunting harmony beneath their farm boots. The irony of their apparel did not slip from me. Farmers and shop owners all dressed for their day of work, not for a journey through the “haunted woods” to sacrifice one of their own. I could still hear my family's screams carried on the wind, howling as if the source came from the throat of a beast.

I laid limp in their grip, exhausted and hopeless before my mothers words came back to me. Have courage, she said, I thought of her crying and wish I told her to have some too. That we would meet again, in this life or the next.

On a crack of lighting The Beast’s castle was unveiled by the white light only to disappear in the shadows of night again. Teasing and terrifying, the people let me down. The mayor, leading the pack, turned his back to the castle to face us. I glared at him with all I had left in me.

“You have ventured all this way, putting your fear and grief aside to make room for hope and peace. Peace,” he laughed softly, “what an odd word to remember exists in a time like this. But it does, and it can be forgotten no longer when it is peace that is so close to us now after all this time. When we find peace, know that it is because of all of you, and our sacrifice, our hardship. So I thank you, for bringing Pivot that much closer to moving on, to normalcy. You are all heroes of this town,” the mayor said, his voice level but his chest was heaving, he was afraid to be so close to the castle, it made me want to scream. The crowd cheered and shook me as they cried, half relief and half sorrow.

He turned his back to us now, another flash of lighting and I saw the Mayors face, distorned and dark as he gazed up at the castle, neck craned and wind blowing his hair. He raised his arms slowly and shook them as he yelled, the volume of his voice making us all flinch backwards, some even running. The Beast was sure to know our arrival now.

“We have brought you a sacrifice!” he shouted, “they are your chosen one, stumbling upon the wake of your demons! They are yours to do as you please on the condition that the murders will stop! We have brought you one last prey but that is all you can take from us again!” his face was red by the time he finished.

Thunder boomed as we waited with our breaths held and legs weak, the castle was taller than I thought any building could be. The walls covered in moss and crumbled, windows broken or sheeted in dust. It looked like death and torture. It looked like hell.

The mob screamed and gasped as a green flicker shone through one of the dusty windows. I felt tense arms shove me forwards, the Mayor caught me before I fell and with an unhuman growl he walked me towards the front door. I struggled to stay upright at the speed of which he was taking me, we stumbled up the steps and he slammed me against the door.

“Tell him our gratitude, the cursed do not belong with us as much as they do with him,” he sneered, his arm raised and I swore he was going to hit me, I closed my eyes but the pain never came. Instead, I heard the loud banging of wood as he knocked on the door, and then the cold chill of metal across my wrist. His smile grew curled and twisted as I looked down.

“You bastard!” I cried, hitting him in the chest with one arm, my other chained to the door handle of the castle. The Mayor has chained me to the gates of hell where demons were sure to find me. I planned on hitting him all night, until my arm grew tired and he grew sorry and let me go. But he left as soon as we came.

The others had left in a hurry the second I was pushed away, the last thing I saw was the Mayor flushed in light as lightning struck a tree in the forest, his face looked corrupted, changed with evil as he glanced at me through the woods before disappearing inside them. All was silent and still beside the thunder, the crackling of a forest fire starting to burn and the heaving of my lungs as I cried.

I wasn't left in silence for long. I held my hand to my mouth when I could hear the sound of footsteps, shallow and clicking on the castle floor. I did pray then, I prayed that if I stayed quite enough The Beast would never find me, or that the town would come back and hold me until I forgave them. But I would never forgive them for what they’ve done to me, and as the footsteps got louder I knew my prayers would not be answered.

The door slid open slowly, each inch forcing me to stumble inside the castle as I cried out, my wrist twisting painfully against the door. But my cry fell silent at the sight before me.

“Ach!” the voice was as dark and dusty as the rest of the castle. I wondered for a moment if it was a man? If it was even human at all? Staring up at me with large and beady eyes, wrinkled over and harsh, was a creature less than half my size, a candle held between his long, pale fingers. He stared at me with a deep frown, he looked ancient but oddest of all was his ears, long and pointed and drooping down his long face, rivaling the size of his pointed nose.

Something caught between a growl and a rumble left him as he finally went to speak. “What brings you to the nobel and most ancient house of Black?” said the thing, he was insulting in the way he spoke, but perhaps most shocking was the sadness hidden in the words.

“I-” he cut me off with a sigh as his eyes landed on my wrist.

“Who dares vandalize the nobel house of Black,” he hissed, the venom in his eyes nearly knocking me off my feet.

“I didn’t-” I was cut off once again from another voice, soft and low like a somber song.

“Let them in,” said the voice, I could tell it was a man but as I tried to see inside the castle there was no one there, only shadows and endless hallways. The voice was calming in a way where I didn’t flinch at the leathery and cold feeling of the beast helping my hand out of the chains. My heart was no longer racing but perhaps that was the most dangerous thing about certain predators, they never let you know when you’re in danger.

“My name is (Y/N),” I said. I wanted to kick myself for the shaking in my voice. The little beast and wonder before me grimaces as he bowed,

“Kreacher,” he said, “loyal house elf to Sir Regulus Black.”

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oz for the character ask!!

HEHEHEHE YAYYY when i saw this ask i internally (and almost externally) YELLED. THANK YOU for the opportunity to talk about my fav guitar boy favorite thing about them i like the way he talks, he's all matter of fact and blunt and his sense of humor is so good. i mock u with my monkey pants! (said in french accent)

least favorite thing about them he is a perfect man. i cannot find anything to dislike about him

favorite line i have a LOT of fav oz quotes because he has a lot of good one liners, but a few of mine are 'we attack the mayor with hummus' 'hippos in tutus just don't unnerve me like they used to' and 'hootenanny? well, it's chock full of hoot and just a liiittle bit of nanny'

brOTP i think theoretically he and angel could have been pretty good friends!

OTP i do love willoz, but i also sort of ship him and angel??? in a 'first it was jokey, then it became real' way??? stoic autistic men loving stoic autistic men also possibly xander and oz. hijinks. also me and oz. /j but i adore him ok

nOTP i don't think i have a notp for him LOL

random headcanon he is autistic. and i think he would be the kind of person to like some sort of gross food combination, like peanut butter and pickles or something

unpopular opinion best character on the show /hj who CARES about important characters like buffyyyy or spiiiikeee!! oz is clearly better than them!!!!

song i associate with them anyone else but you by the moldy peaches! it mostly makes me think of willoz but it COUNTS

favorite picture of them

i like his blond-ish hair and this moment in earshot is also one of my favorite oz moments He is so GGRRRGGGHHH CUTE.

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Tuned Out

Request: Padme’s sister (reader) is off world studying, one day Anakin goes to visits his old friend and find her singing and dancing to throwbacks (Nsync, Britney, etc.) I hope I remembered this correctly. @cozy-academic

Pairing: Anakin x fem!reader

Warning: none just some nice and friendly stuff... kinda like best friend stuff

A/N: this just gives me Peter Quill vibes from Guardians of the Galaxy... also this isn’t the best so maybe I will update it another time ☺️

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It’s Summer break and I’ve finally finished finals for sophomore year of college at New York University.

The streets were busy with business workers, construction workers, tourists, and people who were just out of their minds.

My apartment has been a mess for weeks since I’ve done nothing but work as an intern and study for uni, and luckily I haven’t had any guests yet. So today, I chose to have a cleaning day.

But who cleans in silence? Not I. I don’t hate the sounds of the busy streets of New York, but music is 10 times better.

I turned on my tv, scrolling to Spotify and pressing my throwbacks playlist.

The first song, Ms. Jackson by Outkast. My volume to the max, not caring what my neighbors said or thought of.

I started off with my room and moving all of my dirty dishes into the kitchen.

“Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby’s mamas, mamas.” I sang as I spun a dish towel in the air.

I hummed, shook my ass, screamed the lyrics as I soaped, drubbed, and washed all of my dishes.

“I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, OOOO, I am for real!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping I wouldn’t drop any of my glassware onto the floor.

I then finished washing the dishes and loading them into the shitty moldy dishwasher that my landlord hasn’t fixed yet, to dry.

I moved on to my room, picking up all of the clothes from the floor and separating them into smaller piles according to colors, whites, darks, and delicates.

The first pile went into my small washer that leaked one in a while, that’s when the next song came on by Britney Spears.

“I think I did it again! I made you believe!” I moved my hips side to side, pretending to seduce myself in the floor length mirror.

I spun around and put all the garbage from the top of my desk and nightstand into my garbage bin.

“Oh baby, baby. Oops, I did it again! I played with your heart! Got lost in the game!” I laid on my back flat on my bed, moving as if I was in a music video.

I tied off the garbage bag and put it at the entrance of my apartment so I can take it out later. I shimmied my way from the door to my bathroom, making disgusted faces at it from all of the grime and hair from normal shedding.

“Oops, you think i’m in love. That i’m sent from above. I’m not that innocent.” I leaned onto my elbows on the bathroom counter, using my hairbrush as a microphone and looking at myself in the mirror as I am my own audience.

“But wait a minute, isn’t this? Yeah, yes it is. But I thought the old lady dropped it into the ocean at the end.” I sang as I played both the man and Britney. I climbed onto the bathroom counter, hoping I won’t fall.

I got down from the counter as thoughts rushed into my head of the possible injuries I could get.

“Oops, you think i’m in love. That I’m sent from above. I’m not that innocent.” I sang the last lyrics as I opened the cabinet to pull out my bin of cleaning supplies.

“I’m Britney bitch!” I randomly yelled inbetween the songs, jumping up and down, and shaking my head.

One I was done scrubbing the sink, shower, and toilet with harsh chemicals and singing two Britney songs and three Mariah Carey songs in a row, I finally moved onto my living room. The most messy place.

My tv was now playing Nsync, one of my favs since I began living here from Naboo.

“I’m doing this tonight. You’re probably gonna start a fight. I know this can’t be right.” I circled my hips in the air, moving downwards as I picked up the blankets from the floor.

“I know that I can’t take no more, it ain’t no lie. I want to see you out that door, baby bye bye bye!” I hopped three times as I folded my blankets and plopping them onto my couch.

I fixed my cushions and decorative pillows, making sure to fluff them to my liking.

I moved over to my window which looked out into Central Park. I began to wipe dust away from my shelf which has memories from Naboo, Coruscant, and Alderaan.

“I lived for you and me. And now I really come to see, that life would be much better once you’re gone.” I bopped my head up and down as I made sure to wipe each crack and crevice of my shelf.

I picked up a picture of Padme and I from when she was Queen. Her makeup was all done, her hair was sleek, and her outfit was stunning.

Even though Padme is two years older than me, people always believe we are twins. I don’t see the resemblance though.

I wiped the dust off of our picture and setting it down next to my crown which Anakin secretly took just for me, knowing that I wanted souvenirs from home.

My fingers fumbled with the necklace Anakin gave Padme and I, which he carved out of a jabor snippet when we first met him.

“Just another player in your game for two. You may hate me but it ain’t no lie, baby bye bye bye!” I moved my shoulders up and down, and spun my head with my eyes closed, just feeling the music.

“Bye bye bye? I just got here though.” a familiar voice rang.

I quickly stopped my movements and turned to look at the owner of the voice.

Once my mind was able to comprehend who it was, I relaxed my shoulders and was no longer tense.

“Ani?” I dropped my duster onto the floor.

He opened his arms, which resulted to me running to him for a hug. His arms wrapped around me and squeezed me as I did the same.

“Nice singing and dance moves. You’re going to have to put some songs onto a hologram for me. What band is this?” he chuckled.

“Nsync. Nevermind that, what are you doing here?” I questioned as we released each other from our hugs.

“Just wanted to visit.” He shrugged his broad shoulders.

“How’d you find me? I didn’t tell anyone my coordinates.” I questioned.

“The force.” He sent a playful wink.

“Ah the force. Tell me everything! How are you? How’s Padme? Obi wan? Ahsoka? Has there been a new war? Oh I forgot to ask you how’s R2 and C3-PO!” I said excitedly as I ushered him to sit at my now clean couch.

“Great. Everything is great.” he said as he looked around my apartment, his foot tapping at the sound of the low music.

“That’s all, just great? I need details Anakin! Details!” I said dramatically with my arms thrown in the air.

“Okay okay! Easy! I’m getting their.” His arms up in surrender with laughter.

“Carry on then, Jedi Knight” I bowed to him as a joke.

We began to carry on into the conversation, asking each other questions. He would ask about how it is living here, how’s school going, if I had any friends. And I would ask if he is going to give me any nieces or nephews soon.

We talked for hours nonstop, and I even was able to show him around the city. A few dozens of tourists stopped us for pictures, thinking that Anakin was cosplaying as a karate master from some sort of movie.

[eyos-interlude]

“We’re gay, We’re rebelling against the government, and we’re new in town” - fav anon

i have been ITCHING to make this playlist bitch!!!!! @ fav anon, your wish is my command and i am DELIVERING!

i mean do i really need to say what the request was?? like baby u should be able to t e l l.

THIS PLAYLIST IS F I R E

heres the link :)

some idiot without a mask: is less than 6 feet away from me.

me, currently making the mistake of test listening to a playlist in public for the 3,480,473rd time and inadvertently forcing myself to go through every emotion I intended for this playlist to give all at once:

if this playlist doesn’t make you want to overthrow the government then i have failed :(

Alive - Warbly Jets 

Beats to the Rhyme - Run-D.M.C. 

Big Shot - Kendrick Lamar & Travis Scott this song makes me wanna drive to d.c. and give that moldy cheeto a piece of my mind-

The Boogie - Outasight 

Boss Bitch - Doja Cat don’t start with me-

Come Alive (War of the Roses) - Janelle Monáe 

DNA. - Kendrick Lamar

Down With the King - Run-D.M.C. rebellionrebellionrebELLION

Elevate  - DJ Khalil, Denzel Curry, YBN Cordae, Swavay, & Trevor Rich

Familia - Nicki Minaj, Anuel AA, & Bantu

Feel It Still - Portugal. The Man

Fight For Your Right - Beastie Boys

Fight The Power - Public Enemy and that’s that on THAT

Formation - Beyoncé

FTW (F**k The World) - A$AP Rocky & Tom Morello

Fuck Donald Trump - Tamu & D.L. Hughley tehe

Hold It Now, Hit It - Beastie Boys

HUMBLE. - Kendrick Lamar

Hypnotize (Remastered 2014) - The Notorious B.I.G.

Intergalactic - Beastie Boys

Invincible - Aminé I admit I used quite a bit of the Spiderverse soundtrack in this

It’s Tricky - Run-D.M.C.

Mary, Mary - Run-D.M.C.

No Sleep Till Brooklyn - Beastie Boys

Pray For Me - The Weeknd & Kendrick Lamar

Redemption - Zacari & Babes Wodumo

Sabotage - Beastie Boys

Sound of da Police - KRS-One woop woop

So Young - Portugal. The Man

Start a Riot - Duckwrth & Shaboozey don’t do this irl :)

Sugar Honey Iced Tea (S.H.I.T.) - Princess Nokia

That’s My N**** - Meek Mill, YG, & Snoop Dogg

This Is America - Childish Gambino i had to include this one

Unity - Queen Latifah

What’s Up Danger - Blackway & Black Caviar this was made specifically for gen z 

Work It - Missy Elliot I LOVE HER

Wreak Havoc - Skylar Grey

here’s the link again!! 

nony i really hope you love this as much as I do!!! :)

[quitethepirategal]

Alphabet Headcanons!

List a headcanon that correlates with each letter of the English Alphabet. Can you list that many? It’s harder than it looks! Any tidbit of information counts, from the simplest fun fact to the lengthiest lore!

A - Red Jessica is an Aries. Her moon sign is Taurus and her rising is Leo. She’s also a cusp baby, giving her Pisces leanings.

B - She has quite a few books in her massive library, but her favorites are The Art of War, Anthony and Cleopatra, On the Origin of Species, The Prince, An Essay Concerning Human Understanding, Frankenstein, and Treasure Island. She reads more textbooks than anything else tho. She really wants to like Jane Austin but she just... can’t.  ( unrelated, I was trying to figure which Shakespeare play would be Jess’s fav and found this. Y’all I screamed. )

C - Cats are her favorite animal. Any kind of cat. The grace, the lore, the silliness, the toe beans; they’re majestic little idiots and she loves them. She has two of her own. Sasha and Rosie. Jessica’s loved cats since she first made friends with one as a very little girl and she remembers every cat she’s ever had or been friends with.  Her first cat was an alley cat that followed her around that she uncreatively named Katjie

D - Dutch Afrikaans and English are her native languages, she grew up speaking both. However, she hasn’t really needed to speak Afrikaans since her mother died, and is no longer fluent as a result. Her first word was “Ahoy” but her second word was “geld.”

E - Red Jessica has some ridiculous eating antics, as a result of living in starvation from birth to late childhood and living as a pirate from then on.  She can bite directly into onions and garlic cloves as if they were apples, will eat ( or save ) the bones and fat of any meaty meal, can eat an entire apple- core included, loves to eat or chew on citrus peels and raw herb leaves, has a somewhat high tolerance for both spicy things and alcohol, and, like all pirates, has learned to tolerate most rotten/stale/moldy/expired food.  On top of that, her pursuit in studying biology and botany crowns her as probably the ONLY person in all of the Neversea who knows what nutrition is and how it works. Also eating avocados make her ears itch.

F - One of Jessica’s signature mannerisms is putting her fists up by her face. When excited or overjoyed she’ll shake them and when shes shy she’ll kind of hide her smile with them. She rests her chin on her fists, holds them still by her jaw when waiting in suspense, and its immediately where her fists fly to when startled or snuck up on ( with the exception of when shes armed, to which her hands fly to her hilt or holster ).  This mannerism makes complete and total sense considering shes a trained kick boxer.

G - Gardening is her absolute favorite stress reliever and you can pry it from her cold dead hands. Just bury your problems in the dirt my dude.

H - Her curly ginger hair is certainly one of the first things you notice about her and she takes very good care of it; a wash every two days, plenty of oils, vinegar once a week for dandruff. Her curl type is 3a.

I - Red Jessica is a closeted artist and frequently engages in illustration, and while this mostly comes in handy for taking illustrative botanical notes, her other favorite subject is the human figure. Specifically, the human figure of people she finds attractive or has a crush on.  And if you ask she’d be happy to try and draw you! Though she isn’t what you would call amazing she is somewhat talented- with her drawings having very technical, anatomical, and minimalist influences. She also like to sketch pastoral scenes when out in her fields.

J - Jessica was a name her father picked out, naming her after his first love.

K - She remembers her first kill. At 13 she was involved in a skirmish and lunged at a man out from under a table with a rapier. She remembers the exact look on his face, and recalls it with pride. First kill is a right of passage to pirates.

L - Jessica’s love language is all over the place, but can be narrowed down to gifts, words, and quality time. Arrogant suitors, take note because Jess will literally never shut up about you; she will brag about you, remind you of your achievements, praise you for your talents, be proud of you, will show you off, insist to EVERYBODY that you’re the best, and in some cases, spoil you.  This goes for friends too, of course but this all goes especially for whoever she has a crush on or is courting her. She JUST!! LOVES STROKING PEOPLE’S EGOS!! Speaking of spoiling, she’s a total gift giver.  No reason or occasion needed whatsoever; she is the QUEEN of  “ I was thinking of you so I got you a little something.”

M - Jessica is really really weird when it comes to materialism.  At a first glance, shes as avaricious as they come. She hoards beauty in the form of an art collection that graces her fine chateau’s halls and eminence gardens of gorgeous flowers.  She is a little crazy about treasure too, never missing an opportunity to treasure hunt, and has been known to loan-shark a time or two.  But in actuality, as made apparent through getting to know her, she isn’t really greedy or possessive at all.  Yes she loves pretty things and yes she is great at making money but believe me when I say that she is in the treasure hunt for the hunt more so than for the treasure.  Were she somehow to loose it all, money, island, treasure, everything, she’d be more concerned that whoever took her priceless art won’t take care of it.  In the best laid plans of mice and men, Jess is totally a mouse.  She’s lived the majority of her life owning nothing but the clothes she had on so, she’d just cut her losses and start over… come to think of it being wealthy is a bit boring…

N - Jessica has never been to Neverland. In my canon, only one pirate ( Hook ) was brave enough to ever set foot on that cursed island. Red Jessica, like the rest of the neverpirates, are too afraid. Most heard tales of an unbeatable foe and that the island itself is watching you, and that’s enough to keep Jessica away.

O - Oranges are her all time favorite food. She’ll eat anything with orange in it. Second favorite is crab or lobster. Third is pineapple chili sauce.

P - Her Myers-Briggs personality type is ESTP- a, the Entrepreneur.

Q - Jessica was Dread Pirate Grace O’Malley’s quartermaster. There are 9 Dread Pirates in the Neversea, each one being a legendary pirate of old, and they have the power to grant only the most talented pirates among them recognized captainship.

R - Red Jessica is is short for Red Handed Jessica for no reason other than I am Peter Pan ( 2003 ) trash.

S - Red Jessica’s crew is a sisterhood of sorts. While she is authoritarian and a captain to be feared, Jessica is friends with everybody in her crew and trusts them with her life. Her ship, The Rose, is practically a floating sorority; complete with weird traditions, gossip, gag rivalries, inside jokes, hazing, and the occasional prank. She even aids in getting them dates ( pro wingman right here ) and babysits some of their kids. Granted, they haven’t done much sailing or piracy in some time. But they all live comfortable lives on Crimson Isle, and they’ll be ready to sail should the need arise.

T - Jessica tends to trust people a tad too quickly and “give too much away” so to speak. It’s gotten her into trouble and even gotten her heart broken a time or two; but for some reason she never learns. She’d like to think she’s great at keeping secrets and to a degree, she is… but I wouldn’t trust her with any of mine- that I will say.

U - Oppenheimer, a pirate in the crew of the Flying Frigate ( in the movie the Pirate Fairy ) is her uncle.

V - Jess finds that she spends most of her days in her vineyard. She’s perfected the growing of grapes and timely shipments of wine, but now shes tinkering with how different aspects of growth effect flavor.

W - Jessica, whether she’s aware or not, is capable of being attracted to women. But she’s never really had any female partners. She’s not homophobic and wasn’t raised in an environment that was homophobic ( pirates pretty much love and sleep with whoever they want to ) it’s just ...never occurred to her to date women. Most of the reasons as to why are subconscious maternal issues but in short, Jess already has difficulty separating different kinds of love. Friendship and romantic love kinda... feel the same. She really only knows how to love one way and she can never tell if a woman is being friendly or flirty, much less if SHE’S being friendly or flirty. For this reason I’ve always labeled her as a questioning bisexual or a heteroflexible...

X - Her most recent botanical experiments revolve around xenogamy, also known as cross pollination. And just to flex, she’s also a huge xenophile for both Spanish and Chinese culture.

Y - Yellow is her second favorite color after red. Pink is her third and emerald green is her forth.

Z - In Jake and the Neverland Pirates, we see a type of rose called a Zebra Rose. While no such flower exists in actuality, I’d like to believe this is a result of some of Jess’s experiments - the medicinal purpose being to combat itching and irritation. 

Tagged By  -  nobody

Tagging  - @emcads @shiningsilverarmor @ofrcvenge @hunterhuntcd @youthflight @rcinbowconnection @jesterabandoned @inhxrmony @captainxhaddock @forvistxkonge @mcnsieur and you!!!

[fvckyouimaprophet]

Queer Bops: Songs by queer artists or bands that include queer artists. [147 songs, 8 hours and 40 minutes]

Note: This playlist is best played on shuffle. I was tired of seeing the same 10 artists rec’d on every list, so I decided to compile one myself that includes people from a variety of genres and across all generations. While everything may not be up your alley, I hope you find a few bands and artists in here that you love! I’ll also later be making a playlist of my favs if you want to wait for something more narrow.

SONGLIST UNDER CUT

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Everybody Wants to Love You by Japanese Breakfast

It’s Okay To Cry by SOPHE

Empty by Kevin Abstract

Seventeen by Troye Sivan

Slip Away by Perfume Genius

Saint by Blood Orange

Turn Out the Lights by Julien Baker

Direct Address by Lucy Dacus

Make Me Feel by Janelle Monáe

Father Figure by George Michael

Mourning Sound by Grizzly Bear

Change by Le1f

I Don’t Love You Anymore by ANOHNI

Drunk Drivers/Killer Wales by Car Seat Headrest

Karaoke (ft. Lizzo) by Big Freedia

To Die in L.A. by Lower Dens

girls by girl in red

Moth’s Wings by Passion Pit

Vicious by Lou Reed

Holy by King Princess

Ghost by Halsey

Islands by The xx

Bike Dream by Rostam

Depreston by Courtney Barnett

My Guy by Kele Okereke

Wait for Me by AW

Bobby by (Sandy) Alex G

bitches by Trove Lo

New York by St. Vincent

Body and Soul by teddy<3

Girlfriend (ft. Dâm-Funk) by Chris (formerly Christine and the Queens)

Gon Blow (ft. Rye Rye by Cakes da Killa

Sleeping with a Friend by Neon Trees

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham!

I’m Not Calling by Hollie Col

Kiss the Boy by Keiynan Lonsdale

Send Me You by The Butchies

1 Billion Dogs by Jay Som

Chanel by Frank Ocean

Memo by Years & Years

Spread Your Wings by Queen

Honey by Kehlani

One for My Baby (And One More For the Roady) by Billie Holiday

What I Need (ft. Kehlani) by Hayley Kiyoko

Daddy by SAKIMA

Touch by Shura

I Know a Place by MUNA

DISTRICT by BROCKHAMPTON

I Don’t Feel Like Dancin’ by Scissor Sisters

The Crying Game by Boy George

Tutti Frutti by Little Richard

In My Defence by Freddie Mercury

Closer by Tegan and Sara

Demi Moore by Phoebe Bridgers

123 by Girlpool

Low Hymnal by Told Slant

Full Screen by Adult Mom

Loner by Mykki Blanco

I Think She Knows by Kaki King

Brujas by Princess Nokia

Dans la nuit by Coeur de Pirate

Rebel Rebel by David Bowie

Cosmi Dancer by T. Rex

Rocket Man by Elton John

Give Me One Reason by Tracy Chapman

We Got the Beat by The Go-Go’s

Go West by Village People

Opulence by Brooke Candy

Boys by Lizzo

Private Idaho by The B-52′s

Pretty Baby by Blondie

Grace Kelly by MIKA

William, It Was Really Nothing by The Smiths

It’s a Sin by Pet Shop Boys

A Little Respect by Erasure

Big Big Love by k.d. lang

She’s a Rejecter by of Montreal

Would You Be So Kind by dodie

You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real) by Sylvester

Hungry Ghost by Hurray for the Riff Raff

Know Your Name by Mary Lambert

War Paint by Frankie Simone

The Greatest by Sia

Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance

St. Patrick by Pvris

Skydiving by Lights

Transgender Dysphoria Blues by Against Me!

Lewis Takes Off His Shirt by Owen Pallett

April’s Fool by Angel Haze

Tommy by Gommy Genesis

Reality TV by Mal Blum

Fever by Adam Lambert

Die Young by Kesha

Celi by Entropica

Home by Mercy Bell

Sweet Talk by Avalon Young

Only a Girl by Gia

Maniac by Peaches

Nightcrawler by Aye Nako

So Real by Bloc Party

100 Years by Vagabon

Human Bog by Baths

Blooming by Shamir

brighter by Saint Sebastian

Bulletproof by La Roux

Lifestyle by Dizzy Fae

WHAT DO U LIKE by jesse saint john

Like Heaven by Zolita

Remember Me by VINCINT

Widdit by Lava La Rue

Free to Love by Brendan Maclean

Going To a Town by Rufus Wainwright

Are You Still Certain (ft. Mashrou’ Leila) by Herculues & Love-Affair

I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone by Sleater-Kinney

Angels Would Fall by Melissa Etheridge

Bikini Kill Bill by The Magic Fountains

Promissory Note by Downtown Boys

Rebel Girl by Bikini Kill

Shake Em Off by Syd

Crazy Game by Indigo Girls

Cool for the Summer by Demi Lovato

Prove It On Me Blues by Ma Rainey

Livin’ la Vida Loca by Ricky Martin

Piece of My Heart by Big Brother & The Holding Company

List of Demands (Reparations) by Saul Williams

Out The Way by Nadine Shah

Fem in a Black Leather Jacket by Pansy Division

I’m Not Afraid by Holland

Baby Won’t You Please Come Home by Bessie Smith

You Know Jam Don’t Shake by Frankie “Half-Pint” Jaxon

Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) by Green Day

The Village Green Preservation Society by The Kinks

Anyone Else But You by The Moldy Peaches

Zombie by Jay Brannan

Isende Lendlela by Faka

Resilience by Annabelle Chvostek

Chercher la femme by Coccinelle

Big Girls Don’t Cry (Personal) by Fergie

Colour by MNEK

GUY.exe by Superfruit

Ooh La La by Goldfrapp

That Was the Whiskey by Antigone Rising

Around Us by Jónsi

Saw You in a Dream by The Japanese House

Agoraphobia by Deerhunter

Black Tie by Grace Petrie

Here Is a Heart by Jenny Owens Young