#road racin

[cailinsblog]

A Christmas to Remember | lando norris

Lando Norris x reader

Guyssss it’s almost Christmas

The cold winter air bit at Lando Norris’s face as he stood outside his apartment, looking out over the twinkling lights of the city. It was Christmas Eve, and the usual hustle and bustle of Formula 1 had quieted down for the season. For the first time in what felt like forever, Lando had time to truly relax, and he was about to spend it with the one person who always made him feel at home — his girlfriend, Y/N.

Lando had been counting down the days, excited not only for the Christmas festivities but also for the surprise he had planned for her. After months of searching for the perfect gift, he had finally found something that he knew would make her heart melt — a puppy. But this wasn’t just any puppy; it was a fluffy, playful Golden Retriever, with soft fur and eyes full of curiosity. Lando could already imagine the look of joy on Y/N’s face when she saw it, and that was all the motivation he needed.

As he unlocked the door to his apartment, he stepped inside, where he was greeted by the warm glow of Christmas decorations. The room was filled with the sweet smell of cinnamon and pine from the candles he had lit, and there was a large, beautifully decorated tree in the corner. Underneath it, a pile of carefully wrapped presents sat, some of which Lando had already picked out for Y/N. But there was one more — the one he was most excited about — sitting on the table, waiting for the perfect moment.

Y/N was in the kitchen, humming as she prepared their dinner. She looked up when she heard the door open, a smile spreading across her face as she caught sight of Lando.

“There you are!” she said, wiping her hands on a towel and walking toward him. “I was starting to think you’d be late for our Christmas dinner.”

Lando chuckled, leaning down to kiss her on the forehead. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, love. You’ve got everything set up so beautifully.”

Y/N blushed slightly, her eyes lighting up with happiness. “Well, you know, I wanted to make it extra special for us. It’s our first Christmas together.”

Lando’s heart swelled at her words. He’d spent so much of his life on the road, traveling from race to race, that he often forgot the simple joys of life. But with Y/N by his side, he was reminded every day of how much he had to be grateful for.

They sat down for dinner, chatting about everything and nothing as they shared their favorite holiday foods. The sound of Christmas music played softly in the background, and for a while, it felt like time had slowed down, just for them.

After dinner, Lando couldn’t contain his excitement any longer. “I’ve got something for you,” he said, standing up and walking toward the table where the puppy’s gift was hidden.

Y/N tilted her head, intrigued. “What is it?”

Lando pulled out a small, plush puppy and handed it to her. “I know it’s not much, but I thought you might like it.”

Y/N looked at the little stuffed animal, a soft smile crossing her face. “Oh, Lando, it’s so cute! Thank you!”

But before she could say anything else, Lando went to the door and opened it slightly, peeking inside. “Actually, that’s not the only surprise I have for you.”

A moment later, the real surprise entered the room: a playful, golden retriever puppy, bounding through the door with its tail wagging and ears perked up.

Y/N gasped, her hands flying to her mouth in shock. “Lando… is this…?”

“It’s ours,” Lando said, his voice full of excitement. “I thought it was time for us to have a little bundle of joy. What do you think?”

Tears sprang to Y/N’s eyes as she bent down to scoop the puppy into her arms. The little dog licked her face, its tail wagging furiously as Y/N giggled with pure joy. “Oh my God, Lando, you are the sweetest person in the world,” she whispered, cradling the puppy close.

“I’m glad you like him,” Lando said, his heart bursting with happiness. “What should we name him?”

Y/N looked down at the puppy, her mind racing with ideas. “I think… we should name him ‘Charlie,’” she said, her eyes lighting up. “It feels right.”

Lando nodded. “Charlie it is. Welcome to the family, little guy.” He leaned down to give Y/N and the puppy a kiss on the cheek, feeling like the luckiest man alive.

The rest of the evening was filled with laughter and love, the couple spending time with their new furry friend as they exchanged stories, gifts, and holiday wishes. As the clock struck midnight, signaling the arrival of Christmas Day, Y/N stood up and handed Lando a carefully wrapped box.

“Your turn,” she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Lando smiled as he took the box from her, carefully unwrapping it to reveal a custom helmet. It was a work of art — a helmet painted with intricate details, featuring his McLaren team colors, and the faces of his closest friends and family, including Y/N and himself. On one side of the helmet, there was a small but detailed image of the two of them together, holding hands, with the puppy sitting beside them.

Lando was speechless, staring at the helmet in awe. “Y/N… this is amazing. How did you—?”

“I had it commissioned,” she said, her smile widening. “I wanted you to have something that would remind you of home every time you get in the car. And no matter how far you go, you’ll always have us with you.”

Lando’s eyes softened as he gently placed the helmet on the table. “I… I don’t know what to say. This is perfect. You’re perfect.”

Y/N blushed, a shy smile curling on her lips. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it,” he said, pulling her close. “You’ve made this Christmas unforgettable.”

With Charlie nestled between them, Lando and Y/N spent the rest of the night by the fire, exchanging stories and dreams for the future. They had both given each other the perfect gifts — one that symbolized the promise of a new beginning, and the other that was a reminder of the love and family they had already built.

As the fire crackled and the lights on the tree twinkled softly in the background, Lando couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of peace. Christmas was no longer about the races, the fame, or the fast cars. It was about moments like this — quiet, intimate, full of love.

And in that moment, Lando knew that no matter where the road took him, he would always have Y/N and Charlie by his side. Christmas had never felt more complete.

[wouteke]

How do you learn what a feeling means?

Frame Text: How to Draw a Horse by Emma Hunsinger References: Podium at Super Prestige Diem (2011) | "Aux racines de la rivalité entre Mathieu Van der Poel et Wout Van Aert" (L'Equipe) | Podium at Cyclocross World Championships Juniors (2012) | Wout trailing Mathieu at at Cyclocross World Championships Juniors (2012) | Podium at Cyclocross World Championships Elite (2017) | Wout winning an unknown race | "Van Aert: Van der Poel has always motivated me to beat him" (Cycling News) | Podium at Cyclocross World Cup Hoogerheide (2016) | Podium at Cyclocross World Championships Elite (2015) | Cyclocross Otegem Start Line (2017) | "Mathieu van der Poel and Wout van Aert: The anatomy of a rivalry" (Cycling News) | Otegem (2017) | "Mathieu van der Poel en Wout van Aert, de koningen van de cross: 'Als je niet kunt afzien, moet je gaan voetballen'" (Humo) | Otegem (2017) | Cyclocross Otegem Start Line (2018) | Cyclocross Valkenburg World Cup (2016) | "LOENHOUT: Super Van Aert wins a Trofee 'super modder' + MORE PHOTOS & TV COVERAGE" (Cyclocross Rider) | "The van der Poel-van Aert rivalry: 'It’s impossible for us to be friends'" (Le Course en Tête) | Podium at 18th Superprestige Heusden-Zolder Elite (2022) | Wout and Mathieu after an unknown race (2014) | Mathieu and Wout during the Cyclocross World Championships (2016) | Wout touching Mathieu's back after the Cyclocross World Cup Namur (2020) | Wout and Mathieu after the Tour of Flanders (2020) | Wout and Mathieu after the UCI World Championships - Road (2023)

[unteriors]

Bucktown Road, Racine, Ohio.

[skinnyazn]

I Will Not Ask and Neither Should You

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader (Jaguar) Chapters: 2/3 Notes: inspired by Hozier's Like Real People Do, Jag Backstory unlocked!!!

Part One | Part Three | AO3 | MASTERLIST Why were you digging? / What did you bury Before those hands pulled me / From the earth? I will not ask you where you came from / I will not ask and neither should you

___

You were in the kitchen getting water for the both of you when the message came in.

55.7249º N, 37.5541º E. Tuesday, 14:00. 

The +7 country code made a cold sweat break over your body. Russia. You didn’t know how the sender got your number, but if it was who you thought, they would have their ways. All you could do was stare at your phone as your heart hammered through your chest.

“Everything al’right?”

You hadn’t even noticed Simon come up behind you.

“Mmhmm,” you managed, passing him a glass of water as you set your phone screen-down on the counter. You lowered your head onto your arms, resting them on the surface to hide your face while you backed your nakedness against the colossus of a man. A raspy grunt was his response.

“Dangerous, Jag,” Simon warned, but closed the gap all the same. He kissed your shoulders and back, setting down the glass of water next to your phone. “Heart’s racin’,” he murmured against your skin as his hands smoothed down to your hips. “Can hear it from ‘ere.”

“You have that effect on me.” It wasn’t a lie—not usually. But at present, the contents of the text message were still etched into your brain. You felt like throwing up.

“Thought you needed a break, luv.”

“Changed my mind,” you tried your best to even your voice, but it still came out shaky.

Ghost’s hands stilled on your hips as he paused. “We don’t ‘ave to—” 

“Need you, Simon,” you interrupted, raising your head to look back at him while snaking his tattooed hand up and around your neck.

Dark eyes glinted in the low light, looking at the phone on the counter, then searching yours for a moment—for an out, a reason. But all they found was benediction. He tightened his grip around your throat and kissed you softly.

When your beautiful man was finally asleep, sound and unsuspecting, you hated yourself for exploiting his weaknesses. For knowing that he got sloppy around you in this domestic setting; that he slept deeper—you both did—after a few rounds. That he knew you’d get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom or refill your water.

You slipped out of the warm bed, packing as quietly as you could—shoving your life with Simon “Ghost” Riley into your black duffel. Hating yourself more as you scribbled on the back of a receipt and set it down next to his mask.

Something I have to do. 

You looked at him one last time—perhaps for the final time. His blonde hair was exposed, his ultimate layer of trust in you; you watched his scared back softly rise and fall as he slept. Numbness ran through your body at stupidity of thinking you’d finally escaped your past. Cut all the ties. That you naively thought you had built something here, too. People in your line of work never get happy endings. Your throat tightened as you slipped through the front door, locking it behind you. Your cab was already gone by the time he woke.

______

Moscow was frigid and covered in a light dusting of snow when you landed. And all those memories of a life left behind seeped back up from their well of suppression on the cab ride to the coordinates. It seemed like a lifetime ago. In a way, it was. There was a split in the road then, where you made a choice. One that lead you to San Francisco and to Kokshetau and to Leeds. One where you chose your life. 

Yet here you were, back in the cold and snow—despair growing in the pit of your stomach with each mile passed. You worried your jaguar pendant between gloved fingers.

The cab stilled in front of large bronze doors, now a dull green after centuries of oxidation.

Новодевичье кладбище: Novodevichy Cemetery.

You paid the fare and got out, duffel slung over your shoulder. There were tourists and locals alike visiting the historic cemetery. It made you even more on edge as you entered through the double doors. You were too vulnerable out here in the open. 

Checking your watch, you were thirty minutes early, giving you enough time to scope out the location. It calmed you some, passing by the beautiful tombstones and monuments of Russia’s most notable and respected citizens. Anton Chekhov, Vera Mukhina, Lyudmila Gurchenko. Pristine marble and greying stone and wet concrete. It was an odd location for a meeting but you hoped with all the people around you could let your guard down a little. You wandered through the maze of the deceased. But then you saw it: a mound of freshly laid earth and an ornate marble bust. You stopped completely. Felt your heart stuck in your throat and a flush of heat to your face. Your hands went numb as you just stared. 

Vladislava Ignatyev.

The thread that lead you to where you were now. In memory you heard the gentle clink of a tea cup and the soft rustling of a maid’s dress.

You’d make a fine spy one day, my beautiful Odette.

That your wish or mine?

Neither. It’s your nature, dear. The same way a fish takes to water or a swan flight. 

…

You can give me that look but you know I’m right. You were a caged, pretty little thing when I discovered you. And now you’ve grown majestically into your true nature. Just remember who gave you your wings when you are enjoying your freedom. My door will always be open for you…

The marble bust on the cold floor did the older woman no justice. It failed to capture her elegance and the magnitude of her character. You’d learned so much from her. Vladislava was a woman who silenced a room when she entered, through no other means than just being her. And now she was in the cold ground beneath you. Beauty and stature decaying. You wanted to cry but the tears would not come.

“It’s you…”

The gentle voice snapped you to the present again. Standing across from you was a handsome man, with blonde, wavy hair falling to frame his young face. His blue eyes took you in.

You inhaled deeply. “Dimitri.”

He smiled and you felt a tightness in your chest.

“I…I was not sure you would come.” Low chatter from the other visitors passing by filled the silence as you took each other in. His smile grew wider. “You look so different, and yet exactly how I remember you.”

“And you’ve grown,” you found yourself returning the smile slightly. Dimitri shifted on his feet, like he wanted to take your hand like he used to, but knowing that too much time had passed. You continued, “Surprised you even recognized me.”

He looked at you kindly and chuckled. “You weren’t always in ballet attire, my lisIchka. The short hair suits you though.”

You ran your gloved fingers through your choppy hair, recalling the muscle memory that had sleeked it into a taught bun countless times in the past—not a flyway in sight. Streamline. Efficient. Orderly. Your true nature. 

Dimitri stepped around the grave so that he was facing it too, the both of you staring at the bust on the floor.

“We were just kids, then, weren’t we?”

You hummed. “You more-so.” You sucked in a breath. “When did she pass?”

“Last week. A stroke. It was so sudden—she had been in perfectly good health," his voice wavered slightly. “I was the one who found her in her bed in the morning. She just looked like she was sleeping...”

The statue’s hollowed eyes stared into nothingness. You had to look away, so you looked up at Dimitri. “I owe your mother a lot. I… I’m sorry I never came back,” you paused, studying the side of his face. He must be twenty six now—a decade gone in the blink of an eye; all those memories of the two of you when you were younger filtered back. You steadied your breath. “But I had to experience the world for myself.”

The younger man turned to you. “I understand. Never could keep you caged. No one could.”

You smiled but it didn’t meet your eyes. Nostalgia was a deceiver.

Dimitri cleared his throat. “There is another reason I asked you here, though. Something I have for you. From Vladislava.”

He reached into his wool peacoat and procured a long velvet box. Hesitating, you reached for the it, staring at the plain box in your hands before opening it. 

It was the necklace that Vladislava had worn the night you first met: a massive canary diamond choker, surrounded by ornate gold and diamonds. You recalled the burning in your legs as you took your closing bow for the Vaganova Ballet Academy, peering into the crowd and seeing a glint of yellow among the blur of the audience. She’d come to you after, as you were removing all the feathers and makeup backstage. Introduced herself. You had no idea her influence at the time; you were only eighteen. But soon you were living with her. Wandering her massive estate with Dimitri. Being her eyes and ears at events with the most affluent; sometimes the most corrupt as well. Learning all you could from her as you started down a completely different path than when you first moved to Russia.

The significance of the necklace wasn’t lost on you as you stared down at the gorgeous piece. You closed the box quietly.

“I can’t take this, Dima,” you passed the box back to him, but he didn’t move. He just looked down at you, fondness in his eyes at the familiarity of his moniker. He wrapped his hands over yours.

“I'm afraid you don’t have a choice, lisIchka. It was in her will.” His hands stayed for a moment, then fell back to his side. 

You simply stared at the box. 

“You know,” he said softly, moving slightly closer to you, “there’s always a place for you here. In Moscow. At our home.”

And for a moment, the sun peaked through the grey day, alighting Dima’s golden hair. But when you looked at him, all you saw was Simon and his flat and the rain and his warmth. You gave a sad smile.

“Ah,” he said, understandingly.

You reached out and took his hand, running your gloved-thumb over his knuckles. “In another life, perhaps.”

He squeezed back. “I’ll look for you, then.”

You heart hurt at the whole situation. Vladislava was a force, now extinguished. And a childhood crush had clearly become something more. You held onto him for a while longer, then finally let go of his hand.

“Well, you must be exhausted from your travels,” Dima looked around. The oppressive sky was continuing to lighten. “To be honest I wasn’t sure you would even come, but I reserved a room for you at the Kempinski anyway. Stay as long as you need.”

You tucked the box into you jacket and looked at the younger man one last time, reaching up to touch his face. “Thank you for everything, Dima.” He leaned into your caress. “Take care of yourself.”

“And you.”

You gave a final glance at the grave, then left, not looking back. ______

Dima bb we're so sorry T^T Thanks for the wait, one more chapter to go! if you'd like to be (un)tagged for updates let me know! @deadbranch @solidly-indulgent @aalxrose @dotcie

[faecaptainofdreams]

~Through the Nomad’s Eyes~

“It's not terribly often.

A few times a month, I'd say -- sometimes less.

Depends how much trouble I get in.

Day is dark with smoke, my vision is full of embers.

My eyes burn, the fires are hot.

Birds chirpin', people talkin' is replaced with screams.

Tall, proud buildings are suddenly collapsing.

I hear children cryin'...

I see dirt roads and pavement painted red.

Stalls and homes fall to stone and ash.

The smell is...indescribable.

Those screams...

It's unbelievable, what...godless sounds come out of a person, when they're bein' burned and mangled...

Or shot...

Or trampled...

Or crushed by debris...

The ground shakes, glass shatters.

It's pure chaos, but it's only a second.

Then, I blink my eyes...

And it's all over.

And my heart stops racin', and the ice in my veins melts.

'N I'm okay.

This doesn't usually happen when I'm somewhere peaceful.

Naw, it's usually when I'm gettin' myself into trouble helpin' folks.

Wherever there's a fire, when I hear screamin', when there's panic.

It affected me worse when I was younger, but I've learned how to push through it now.

It helps to remind myself that it's over, but...I know it'll always be with me.

I'll always be haunted by that day.

By the screams, and...by them gettin' quieter...

By the blood.

By the ash, the flames, the rumblin' of the earth.

By the empty vessels I climbed over -- bodies, people.

People someone loved.

Mothers.

Fathers.

Babies...

I'll always see those faces; sometimes when I close my eyes, they're lookin' back at me, hollow.

I knew some'a them...

People who took care'a me.

That day is the reason I look back, why I can't stay out'a harm's way.

Because I know what happens when hearts grow dark, what hurt and twisted people do to other people.

Maybe I can make a difference, maybe I can't, but I gotta try.

I want to prove that love, that patience and time, can change fate, can tame temper.

I know what it means to be helpless, and when I see someone else livin' that, it makes me ill.

I know that hurt people hurt people, that someone failed them, too.

When I see disaster, I gotta run to it.

I'm sorry...

But I gotta.

Because if I do nothin' even though I had the chance, then it's my fault.

It's not rational, but don't ask me to change...'cos I can't...

Don't feel sad for me, now.

In my heart, I really feel...good.

Yes, I hurt a lot, and I feel guilty.

I punish myself when I can't save somebody.

Sometimes I don't love myself like I should, I don't take care'a me.

Sometimes I think, "It shoulda been me."

Sometimes I feel...worthless...but I really know better.

If I didn't, I wouldn't feed and take care'a myself like I do, and play and have fun, right?

I like livin', I like bein' happy.

...

If I run into danger, and someone comes out alive or better off on the other end because of it, I've succeeded.

If I run into danger and all that happens is I got a whoopin', well...reckon I had it comin'.

Who am I to say what's what?

But yeah, generally, I feel good.

Minus the memories, the nightmares sometimes, I often sleep real good at night.

I can smile, and laugh play and sing and see what's beautiful in life.

This life is painful, and scary, but it's also miraculous.

We're all here on a whim; the odds of us existing are so against us, and yet here we stand.

A universe, cold and empty and quiet, full'a nothin'...

It's such a divine gift to be here, to learn and think and share life with others.

To make new life, to lay down past life, to cry and grow and nurture.

All from the same place, from dust to dust, to one day all return to that same place.

Ooh, it makes my hair stand up!

Doesn't it you?

I see fire...

I see blood...

I see death...

But when that passes, I see joy, and nature, and all of us together.

I see life blooming, new beginnin's unfolding.

I see us learning from what we live through.

The past haunts me, but I won't live in it.

I'll just look back at it -- and that's okay.

It's okay to look back.

I'll just let it inspire me.

Don't try to turn my head when ya see me lookin' over my shoulder.

It'll release me when it's done."

[quackity1999]

[✉️ MAINTENANCE REPORT

FROM: [REDACTED]+mt@lnv.com

TO: cslime@lnv.com

cc: Foolish, President Quackity Attachments: 1 file]

Top o' the mornin' for ya, Mr. Slimecicle! We're back at it again with the memos passed up, rungs climbed, you know the drill! Guess at this point I'm quickly turnin' to the usual guy, since the usual usual-guy's on a sick leave to nurse his ol' achin' leg from the Casino incident. Though, fret not, with a bit o' Mr. Foolish's boots-on-the-field magic, we've pressed down our workplace incident numbers!

Now, I've talked 'nuff. To the point!

Saw Mr. Foolish stoppin' by the office to check up on things! My boys woulda stopped 'em for a work status update, but he was lookin' like he was on one hell of a mission. So if you'd kindly let 'em know to check on the attached weekly work status report. Got some fancy schmancy stuff like Needle deco updates, news 'bout the tarmac and paving road work, and plenty more to see!

Fountain maintenance goin' swell, though I'll have to pass on some requisition orders for pump parts, especially for them clogged up nozzles! Plus some anti-algae chemicals, of course. All the nickels 'n pennies tossed in has been scrounged up, cleaned, and tossed over to the treasury for countin' and checkin'! An' as always, you can check in with the staff for any unusual coins poppin' up!

An ol' souvenir shop at the side of the road was busted few days ago due to a fancy racin' car smashin' right through it at the dead of night, sure you've heard. We've cleaned up the site, closed the shop for a bit while the boys do some magic on the inside. Enclosed is the damage report, plus, er… casualties, unfortunately.

Relocated some gunk-covered sticky notes outta the maintenance panels. Much-o apologies, Mr. Slimecicle, your words o' encouragement were real lovely to see, and the boys love 'em to bits! But they were coverin' up some important bits we gotta look at. They've been moved to a special Mr. Slimecicle-only corkboard near the backstages!

Christmas decorations're set up in all major high-traffic areas! We got holograms, we got fluffy snow, glimmerin' trees. Oh, man, you gotta get down 'n have a look! City's mighty beautiful this time 'a the year, I say so myself!

Was sure a-plenty happenin' this week! That's all 'fer now. See ya next week! Have a very Merry Christmas, Mr. Slimecicle and other folks up there that keep this fine place from runnin' off like a headless chicken!

Best regards,

[REDACTED], Maintenance Supervisor

TO: [REDACTED]+mt@lnv.com

CC: Foolish, President Quackity

FROM: cslime@lnv.com

SUBJECT: Re: Maintenance Report

HELLO, MAINTENANCE MAAAANNNN FROM LAS NEVADAS!!!!!!!!

You're my favourite guy ever! That's why I left those sticky notes, literally. Gunked up to the max, huh? I solemnly swear to goop up every part of that corkboard. Interior design is my passion! :D

Was Foolish looking for President Quackity? I thought Quackity from Las Nevadas told everyone about the business trip. Haha!

About the souvenir shop . . That is a Big Whoopsies. I am very sad. Does that mean I'm in trouble because people died? :0

I hope not! I will put the FUN in their funerals!!!!

Quackity from Las Nevadas can definitely sort out the orders better than me. I keep getting the locations wrong :( Crazy how many humans people are needed for a nation to work out! :D Amazing!

Love ya forever! Your best friend,

Charlie Sticky-Note Slimecicle!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: September 13, 2024

Lyrics:

Traffic dies while we are racin' home

Melted lights cover the open road

I hope we make it 'cause I've been chasing another odyssey

Oh

I can't wait to see your face

Crash when we're switchin' lanes

My love's beyond the pain

But if I miss the brake, we're dancin' in the flames

It's indescribable

Ooh, yeah

"The world can't heal, " they say on the radio, oh no

So grab the wheel, want you to be in control

We're dodgin' headlights, and you say hold tight

Another odyssey, oh

I can't wait to see your face

Crash when we're switching lanes

My love's beyond the pain

But if I miss the brake, we're dancin' in the flames

It's indescribable

Ooh (indescribable)

Ooh

Everything's faded, we barely made it

The fire's raging, but you're still beautiful

And it's amazing 'cause I can taste it

Our final odyssey, ooh

I can't wait to see your face

Crash when we're switching lanes

My love's beyond the pain

But if I miss the brake, we're dancin' in the flames (dancin' in the flames)

So just have faith (just have faith)

We'll never be the same

It's indescribable

Songwriter:

Ooh (indescribable)

Oh, yeah, ooh

(Indescribable)

Max Martin / Abel Tesfaye / Oscar Holter

SongFacts:

👉📖

Homepage:

The Weeknd

[cupidssorbet]

“Save a horse, Ride a cowboy.”

Agent whisky x Cowgirl/Rancher Reader.

Summary: Reader assists whisky with a more on edge mission in saving some animals from corrupt people. What happens when things go a bit south after?

Includes: Flirty whisky, Fluff in the beginning, Filth half way through, Hair pulling, Oral (M & F receiving), P in V.

Word count: 2,074

★Please read! ★ This obviously contains smut so you are reading at your own volition! Expect the others coming soon!

By Cupid.

"You two are all set," Ginger spoke, adjusting the strap around your waist giving you a smile. "Thanks Ginge," You hummed, putting the weapon in it's place. "Now where's that cowb-" You let out a squeak as a pair of hands landed on your waist a picked you up. "Right here sugar." Whisky gave you a wink, a toothpick resting between his teeth.

You laughed looking at him, "Though I'd hafta leave without you for a second there." Quickly you reached up and took his hat placing it over your head. "You wouldn't," He stated plain and simple setting you down and taking the hat back. "Alright you two, Let's get movin' The vans waiting for you too." Ginger nodded her head to the doors. "Goodluck."

"Hey, We don't need no luck. We're the best team there is!" You smiled nudging your partner as he gave you his signature smirk and a wink. "In more ways than just work, ain't that right darlin'?" You smacked his chest lightly. "Whisky! Sweet Jesus, let's just go already." You sighed grabbing your own hat & the keys off the desk and heading out a laughing whisky not far behind you.

You both hopped in the van, heading out as fast as the van would allow you too as Ginge began to brief you guys over the headsets. With your eyes focused on the dirt roads ahead and your mind focused on listening to Ginger you failed to notice a hand making it's way onto and up your thigh. "Whisky." You whispered harshly moving his hand away. "What was that?" You cleared your throat, "Nothin' Ginger just thought I saw something." Lying as smoothly as you could giving your partner a harsh look.

All he did was wink and blow you a kiss chuckling to himself as he looked back out the road. "Well then, that's as much as I have for you two. You should be closing in on the place soon. Remember in and out." You both gave her the 'ok' before she gave you the directions of where to put the van for discreetness. "Remember, you two are interested in the horses they've got here. Get pictures, Any evidence. Just don't disrupt anything, with the amount of stuff they could have you ought to be careful. Goodluck." Then with that it was time for you two to get the job done.

You flipped the belt to hide any kind of weaponry, and began your way up to the large farm like area. "State your business here." Two burly men looked down at the two of you. "We're here to look at the extraordinary race horses we've heard so much about, Unless we've got it wrong?" Whiskey asked slyly pulling his sunglasses down to look at the two men. Who in exchange looked at one another, then a rather dazzling dressed man all in a rhinestone cowboy get up opened the doors. "Ah! You must be Mr. Vanholten and Mrs. Heimer. I've been expecting you two." He held out his gloved hands as you two shook them.

You gave whisky a look, Those weren't the name you two would be going along with but it was getting you in quicker. "Come in, We've got the finest racing horses. Only the best!" You looked around, the poor things were in the worst conditions. "How do you get such..strong racin' horses?" Whisky asked, giving you a chance to sneak some pictures and such. "Well between you and me, we've got some outsiders giving us some strong stuff to keep these equines as fast as they are now." The round man before you smiled proudly adjusting his rhinestone coat.

You swear you could've socked him right then and there for practically drugging these horses. "But between you and me.." That's when you hit record hiding it in your sleeve discreetly. "We don't just use it for the horses, if you catch my drift." Whisky's jaw tensed a bit before he nodded. "Well I'll be damned you've got some fine hor-" The doors opened wide as you looked over quickly. "Boss, We've got Mr. Vanholten and Mrs. Heimer. here to look for some new horses." He looked at the man and woman then the two of you. "But I have them right here." He motioned to you two. "Well we've just checked their IDs and they seem to be the real thing." You muttered a quick 'shit.' giving Whisky a look. Taking a quick look around as everything seemed to move in slow motion. A horse not too far from you would be a good way out and fast. There was no way you'd get past the burly men.

"Whisky, Come on!" You grabbed his hand pulling him outta the way of the big men as more came barreling through. Quickly leaping over the metal fence and over the horse. "Sugar we can't just get on and go." He motioned, "Well we hafta!" You hoisted yourself up and over, "Now c'mon." You took his hand and helped him up. With a quick call the horse was up and over, racing towards the now closing metal doors. You kept muttering a 'come on,' One hand holding on tightly to the horses mane as Whisky kept his hands 'round your waist.

With what seemed like luck to you, you made it out on time. The doors shutting on the yelling man. You just kept going, you couldn't stop not until that place was nowhere in sight. "Darlin'! You can stop, You can slow down now!" Whisky called to you, snapping you out have it. You slowed the horse down, letting out a sigh that broke in a laugh. "Whisky I can't believe I did that, I- I did in a spur of the moment kind of situation. There was no way we'd get out to the van and-" He just shushed you, "Hey you got us out of there, as well as one of these poor fellas. I reckon we've got room on the ranch?" You sighed leaning back into him and nodding. "I reckon we do, Now ring up Ginger and tell her we wanna come on home and that we'll need a trailer." He just chuckled kissing your cheek and nodding.-

-

When you had arrived back Ginger had wanted to do some tests, but it was gettin' late and the poor thing looked more tired by the second. So, you refused for the time being saying that in the morning she could come by and the two of you could get a look at the fella better. You and Whisky brought him back, and Whisky insisted he take the horse for ya and that you should go shower. You sighed and smiled a him taking your hat off and stealing his. "Alright, See you inside Cowboy." You didn't waste time heading inside putting his hat on the bed and getting into the warm shower the water hitting your skin making you feel refreshed.

You grabbed your towel wrapping it around yourself and using another one to dry your hair. Humming a tune as you walked outta the master bedrooms bathroom, your husband sitting on the bed his hat back on his head. Tip toeing over you traced your fingertips along his neck getting his attention. "Well Cowboy I think we did damn good. We at least saved on of those poor things," You sat down beside him.

He looked at you smiling, planting a kiss on your lips. "And I mean..You know what they say, Save a horse, Ride a cowboy." You smirked looking at him pulling your towel to the side exposing your wet body to him. He sighed dramatically taking his hat off and placing it at his chest. "Goodness Sugar, What are you tryin' to do to me." He leaned in kissing you harder, your hands went to finding his shirt and jacket tugging at them. Making him break away to undress. You smiled looking at him through your lashes, biting your lip gently. "You enjoyin' the show over there?" You hummed in response to his question. Sitting back and carefully opening your legs. "Sweet Jesus Darlin', You really are trying to kill me aren't you." He groaned his belt and pants hitting the floor. A prominent tent in his boxers as he leaned forward, his hands clinging to your (skintone) thighs.

Massaging them in his hands, planting kisses everywhere and anywhere but where you wanted him. Desperately. "Whisky, Please." You sighed leaning your head back then looking at him again. "Shh, I'm getting to the best part Honey." He leaned forward his dark eyes focused on yours as he licked a long stripe up your wet pussy. Your hand flew to your mouth. "Ah-Ah, I wanna hear you." He pulled your hand down and away as he brought his fingers to your dripping hole, dipping one in causing you to inhale eyes fluttering. "Ohh whiskyyy.." You dragged it out. "That's it," He smirked into your cunt, licking again as he added another finger in pumping.

It felt like your head was spinning as you cried out, his tongue focusing your clit. making you bite your lip instinctively. It felt too good, too much. The knot in your stomach forming. "Shit, Shit right there Whisky," You sighed out, your hand finding his dark hair. You could swear his smiling into as you continued to cry, your thighs clamping down on his head. Your pussy fluttering around his fingers as you came, your head lolling back,

He hummed and sat up a bit. "Taste as sweet as pie darlin' Can't ever get enough of ya." You pulled him down to kiss you, your tongue on his tasting a bit of yourself. You could feel him grinding his bulge in you. Resting your hands on his rest you pushed him back, "Whisky, come sit." You patted the spot where you were as you got onto your knees on the floor. "Oh darlin' Come on." He chuckled, "I insist, Can't leave me without a snack." You smiled winking at him as he sat before you.

Running your finger tips over the now wet spot in his boxers. Palming him through his boxers. "Shoot sweetheart.." He said breathlessly running a hand over his mouth. You smiled at him making eye contact as you pulled his briefs down your hand flying over running over his tip. He groaned loudly heading leaning back. You leaned forward placing butterfly kisses on his lean and tall cock, before your mouth fully covered as much as you could. Bobbing your head fast then slow, your hand pumping what you couldn't take.

He hissed lightly at the teasing before he murmured a 'Fuck it,' he thrusted up lightly making you gag. His eyes looking at yours through your now watery eyes. You moved faster, your hand fondling him. "Shit, Darlin'." He pulled you off trying not to hurt you. "You did say save a horse, ride a cowboy. Time for the cowboy part." He got you onto the bed making sure you were comfortable.

"Ain't you eag- Oh my!" He drilled into you quick and fast. You noises muffled by the pillows until his hand grabbed hold of your hair bring your head up, a loud 'Ohhh!' coming out and a few mewls and cries. "That's it sugar, be as loud as you want." He leaned forward going deeper, peppering your shoulders and neck in kisses. Before he leaned back pulling out fully causing you to whine then cry out his name again as he went back in starting a steady pace.

"Shit sweetheart..Your so goddamn perfect. I don't think I'm gonna last long." He snaked his other hand away from your hips and to your clit as you held onto the headboard, rubbing slow then fast circles. Your noises becoming louder by the second and more breathless, your pussy walls tightened around him. "Shit- Shit, Whisky..I'm close!" You called out, He nodded fervently. "I am too sugar," his pace picked up and you gripped the headboard as you came, you swore you saw stars for a second there. Snapping back as he pumped into you slowing down.

You let out a breathless laugh, "I wouldn't say that was much riding cowboy." He leaned down letting go of your hair and kissing you pulling out. "Eh, We can save that for another time."

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Mike Luckovich

* * * *

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

May 8, 2024

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

MAY 09, 2024

Today, in Racine, Wisconsin, President Joe Biden announced that Microsoft is investing $3.3 billion dollars to build a new data center that will help operate one of the most powerful artificial intelligence systems in the world. It is expected to create 2,300 union construction jobs and employ 2,000 permanent workers. 

Microsoft has also partnered with Gateway Technical College to train and certify 200 students a year to fill new jobs in data and information technology. In addition, Microsoft is working with nearby high schools to train students for future jobs. 

Speaking at Gateway Technical College’s Racine campus, Biden contrasted today’s investment with that made by Trump about the same site in 2018. In that year, Trump went to Wisconsin for the “groundbreaking” of a high-tech campus he claimed would be the “eighth wonder of the world.” 

Under Republican governor Scott Walker, Wisconsin legislators approved a $3 billion subsidy and tax incentive package—ten times larger than any similar previous package in the state—to lure the Taiwan-based Foxconn electronics company. Once built, a new $10 billion campus that would focus on building large liquid-crystal display screens would bring 13,000 jobs to the area, they promised. 

Foxconn built a number of buildings, but the larger plan never materialized, even after taxpayers had been locked into contracts worth hundreds of millions of dollars for upgrading roads, sewer system, electricity, and so on. When voters elected Democrat Tony Evers as governor in 2022, he dropped the tax incentives from $3 billion to $80 million, which depended on the hiring of only 1,454 workers, reflecting the corporation’s current plans. Foxconn dropped its capital investment from $10 billion to $672.8 million.  

In November 2023, Microsoft announced it was buying some of the Foxconn properties in Wisconsin.

Today, Biden noted that rather than bringing jobs to Racine, Trump’s policies meant the city lost 1,000 manufacturing jobs during his term. Wisconsin as a whole lost 83,500. “Racine was once a manufacturing boomtown,” Biden recalled, “all the way through the 1960s, powering companies—invented and manufacturing Windex…portable vacuum cleaners, and so much more, and powered by middle-class jobs.

“And then came trickle-down economics [which] cut taxes for the very wealthy and biggest corporations…. We shipped American jobs overseas because labor was cheaper. We slashed public investment in education and innovation. And the result: We hollowed out the middle class. My predecessor and his administration doubled down on that failed trickle-down economics, along with the [trail] of broken promises.” 

“But that’s not on my watch,” Biden said. “We’re determined to turn it around.” He noted that thanks to the Democrats’ policies, in the past three years, Racine has added nearly 4,000 jobs—hitting a record low unemployment rate—and Wisconsin as a whole has gained 178,000 new jobs. 

The Bipartisan Infrastructure Law, the CHIPS and Science Act, and the Inflation Reduction Act have fueled “a historic boom in rebuilding our roads and bridges, developing and deploying clean energy, [and] revitalizing American manufacturing,” he said. That investment has attracted $866 billion in private-sector investment across the country, creating hundreds of thousands of jobs “building new semiconductor factories, electric vehicles and battery factories…here in America.” 

The Biden administration has been scrupulous about making sure that money from the funds appropriated to rebuild the nation’s infrastructure and manufacturing base has gone to Republican-dominated districts; indeed, Republican-dominated states have gotten the bulk of those investments. “President Biden promised to be the president of all Americans—whether you voted for him or not. And that’s what this agenda is delivering,” White House deputy chief of staff Natalie Quillian told Matt Egan of CNN in February. 

But there is, perhaps, a deeper national strategy behind that investment. Political philosophers studying the rise of authoritarianism note that strongmen rise by appealing to a population that has been dispossessed economically or otherwise. By bringing jobs back to those regions that have lost them over the past several decades and promising “the great comeback story all across…the entire country,” as he did today, Biden is striking at that sense of alienation.

“When folks see a new factory being built here in Wisconsin, people going to work making a really good wage in their hometowns, I hope they feel the pride that I feel,” Biden said. “Pride in their hometowns making a comeback. Pride in knowing we can get big things done in America still.” 

That approach might be gaining traction. Last Friday, when Trump warned the audience of Fox 2 Detroit television that President’s Biden’s policies would cost jobs in Michigan, local host Roop Raj provided a “reality check,” noting that Michigan gained 24,000 jobs between January 2021, when Biden took office, and May 2023.

At Gateway Technical College, Biden thanked Wisconsin governor Tony Evers and Racine mayor Cory Mason, both Democrats, as well as Microsoft president Brad Smith and AFL-CIO president Liz Schuler.

The picture of Wisconsin state officials working with business and labor leaders, at a public college established in 1911, was an image straight from the Progressive Era, when the state was the birthplace of the so-called Wisconsin Idea. In the earliest years of the twentieth century, when the country reeled under industrial monopolies and labor strikes, Wisconsin governor Robert “Fighting Bob” La Follette and his colleagues advanced the idea that professors, lawmakers, and officials should work together to provide technical expertise to enable the state to mediate a fair relationship between workers and employers. 

In his introduction to the 1912 book explaining the Wisconsin Idea, former president Theodore Roosevelt, a Republican, explained that the Wisconsin Idea turned the ideas of reformers into a workable plan, then set out to put those ideas into practice. Roosevelt approvingly quoted economist Simon Patten, who maintained that the world had adequate resources to feed, clothe, and educate everyone, if only people cared to achieve that end. Quoting Patten, Roosevelt wrote: “The real idealist is a pragmatist and an economist. He demands measurable results and reaches them by means made available by economic efficiency. Only in this way is social progress possible.”

Reformers must be able to envision a better future, Roosevelt wrote, but they must also find a way to turn those ideals into reality. That involved careful study and hard work to develop the machinery to achieve their ends. 

Roosevelt compared people engaged in progressive reform to “that greatest of all democratic reformers, Abraham Lincoln.” Like Lincoln, he wrote, reformers “will be assailed on the one side by the reactionary, and on the other by that type of bubble reformer who is only anxious to go to extremes, and who always gets angry when he is asked what practical results he can show.” “[T]he true reformer,” Roosevelt wrote, “must study hard and work patiently.” 

“It is no easy matter actually to insure, instead of merely talking about, a measurable equality of opportunity for all men,” Roosevelt wrote. “It is no easy matter to make this Republic genuinely an industrial as well as a political democracy. It is no easy matter to secure justice for those who in the past have not received it, and at the same time to see that no injustice is meted out to others in the process. It is no easy matter to keep the balance level and make it evident that we have set our faces like flint against seeing this government turned into either government by a plutocracy, or government by a mob. It is no easy matter to give the public their proper control over corporations and big business, and yet to prevent abuse of that control.”

“All through the Union we need to learn the Wisconsin lesson,” Roosevelt wrote in 1912.

“We’re the United States of America,” President Biden said today, “And there’s nothing beyond our capacity when we work together.”

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

[ernestinee]

Finalement c'était une chouette journée !

Pour rappel, je conduisais ce matin l'ado à 1h30 de la maison, pour le reprendre ce soir et j'avais plusieurs options :

- m'ennuyer à l'attendre, la dernière fois il faisait mauvais, j'ai lu dans la voiture toute la journée et j'avais détesté le bouquin #vieuxchiant (j'avais fait un hashtag exprès pour l'auteur oui oui)

- rentrer à la maison et retourner le chercher au même endroit le soir, soit 6h de route en tout.

Alors finalement rien de tout ça, j'ai pris les appareils photo et j'ai roulé 50 km de plus pour retrouver les endroits où je passais les camps de vacances quand j'étais enfant, puis ado. Ça faisait une éternité que je n'y étais plus allée mais je n'avais rien oublié. Il faudra que je scanne les polaroid convenablement et ils iront dans ma série "places of my childhood". Le polaroid n'a pas été capricieux. J'ai vu les antennes de Lessive, le domaine des Masures, le Belvédère, la maison du pendu qui était à l'origine d'un tas d'histoires effrayantes, je suis descendue ensuite pour retrouver la source de la Lomme et cet endroit est mon endroit préféré du monde, je me souviens très clairement être enfant, dans la voiture vers le camp, et être impatiente d'y arriver, je me souvenais des racines enchevêtrées, des rochers qui dépassent, des endroits où être au plus près de l'eau, de la grotte où j'avais eu un cours de spéléo, puis je suis retournée à la voiture, j'ai trouvé un magasin pour acheter à manger et à boire, et alors que j'allais m'installer à l'ombre pour manger, j'ai vu un groupe de scouts qui faisaient du stop, je les ai amenés où ils voulaient être, c'était des scouts de Bruges hyper sympas et qui parlaient super bien l'anglais, j'ai pas vu le temps passer, on a fait 25 km dans les lacets de la région de Houyet en Ardenne. On a eu une chouette conversation à propos des vacances et celui qui était sur le siège passager m'a demandé ce qui m'avait le plus plu lors du road trip en van en Italie, et je n'y avais jamais réfléchi je crois. J'ai finalement dit que j'avais adoré ne pas savoir du matin où j'allais dormir le soir, j'avais adoré le fait de ne pas tout devoir planifier, le fait de rouler si envie, s'arrêter si envie, manger quand on a faim même si c'est pas l'heure. Il a dit que sa mère avait très envie d'un road trip mais leur famille est trop grande pour embarquer tout le monde et que ce serait génial si elle pouvait experimenter ce truc de ne pas devoir planifier tout le temps, parce qu'il voit qu'elle est très stressée à cause de toute la charge qu'elle a sur les épaules. J'ai fait un petit détour pour qu'ils gagnent leur concours du groupe qui fait le plus de km avec une voiture en stop, on a dépassé d'autres groupes et on leur a fait signe en rigolant.

Après il était presque l'heure de reprendre l'ado donc je suis allée sur place, j'ai (enfin) mangé et il m'a demandé de le reprendre plus tôt voilà voilà comment une journée qui était censée être pénible est devenue une chouette journée de vacances, j'ai été seule, j'ai fait ce que je voulais, j'ai bronzé et j'ai bien marché.

[matchagyudon]

"God in the Dice" - Dice Arisugawa, Hypnosis Microphone English Lyrics Translation

TL Note:

小判鮫 (kobanzame) is a type of shark that sucks. Remora. Sharksucker. Suckerfish. I opted to use bottomfeeder here instead for the simplicity of understanding without having to look it up. Just easier to understand (to me).

Time for the adrenaline to kick in With a grin on my face, can’t hide the trembling Flow’s in the Zone Microphone and a show Our rivals can’t even come close

When it all comes to a halt, pray to God No stress-- I’m the one who’ll win The rolls will Go my way I’ve placed a Full BET, takin’ all the chances here I don’t care; I’m just me The thrill of the dice that fuels my life The very last moment that leads to a jackpot Racin’ down champion road

(Love the life you live) Just like Back in the days (Live the life you love) I ain’t lost now (Love the life you live) I love it, All the way (Live the life you love) G.O.D God in the Dice

Shibuya Crossing- a swarm of people No one else’s colors can stain this life Once you’ve given your all, leave it up to the Gods Don’t call it a coincidence, ain’t no romance here Like bottomfeeders clinging to scraps After refusin’ the call, you’re now steppin’ up for the challenge We can’t be careless, this is just the beginning We’re the wild cards, feast your eyes on us God’s in the dice and details I’ll pay back double what I owe No matter how shitty the path lies before us I’ll love my Life till the very end Mics that can dethrone the powerful, this is our cue to turn the tables; Time for revolution It’s a risky try, to cross that Red Line All the heads in Shibuya-- Get High

I don’t care; I’m just me The thrill of the dice that fuels my life The very last moment that leads to a jackpot Racin’ down champion road

(Love the life you live) Just like Back in the days (Live the life you love) I ain’t lost now (Love the life you live) I love it, All the way (Live the life you love) G.O.D God in the Dice

The troubles I’ve buried deep I’ll fulfill the mission I’ve laid bare Don’t look away, keep watching Instantly Reset your Bad Mind-- complete Like a baton relay, see how our lyrics flow together Feeling refreshed and energized Rhymes come to mind when the timing is right We’ve got the Master Key to turn the tide in one sweep I hold this Mic that I chose From here on out this is my territory As expected, the positive image that just keeps giving The History that we’ve built together With instinct as my weapon, we’ll take our position This’ll be Shibuya’s Victory

When it all comes to a halt, pray to God No stress-- I’m the one who’ll win The rolls will Go my way I’ve placed a Full BET, takin’ all the chances here I don’t care; I’m just me The thrill of the dice that fuels my life The very last moment that leads to a jackpot Racin’ down champion road

(Love the life you live) Just like Back in the days (Live the life you love) I ain’t lost now (Love the life you live) I love it, All the way (Live the life you love) G.O.D God in the Dice

Just like Back in the days I ain’t lost now I love it, All the way G.O.D God in the Dice

God in the Dice - Dice Arisugawa, English Lyrics Translation @MatchaGyudon (google.com)

[helmetkeeper]

May I please get a playlist for Terry Bogard from King of Fighters/Street Fighter? He canonically likes rock, I like rock, metal, anime ost and vocaloid songs. (If it helps on his playlist I already have his street fighter theme, the OPM opening, a simple plan song and a vocaloid song)

hello! and sure! i had a bit of motivation trouble with this one, so i went more with genres listed instead of looking into street fighter stuff. hopefully you like some of this wonderful music regardless! ^_^

order: song by artist [and any extra artists or notes] (any translations in parenthesis if needed)

dividers by @/thecutestgrotto and @/sister-lucifer

Cellophane by Knapsack

Handslide by Pushmonkey

Big Chair by Reacharound

If You Were Here by Kent

Hum by The Sheila Divine

Body Be by Johnny Q. Public

Little Pink Stars by Radish

The Rich, Dark, Sultry Red Of Hate by Lifter

Not Today by Rust

Weird-Out by Dandelion

Jenny Says by Cowboy Mouth

I Want It All by Eve's Plum

None Of It Matters by Blackeyed Susan

Sleeping My Day Away by D-A-D

Rockin' Is Ma Business by The Four Horsemen

Sister Blue by Mind Funk

Up And Down by Tuff Luck

Eaten Alive by Hexenhaus

No Absolution by LOST SOCIETY

Insomnia [Track 6] by Defiance

Sense Of Will by Anacrusis

The Sails Of Charon by Scorpions

Best I Can by Rush

Road Racin' by Riot

Pack It Up {And Go} by UFO

ネフナ [Nephna] by Calla Soiled [and Hatsune Miku]

Dark Nel by AVTechNO!

The Chocolate Train by Hatsune Miku [my fav. is the one on YT by soundares🤗]

Thirsty by Hikkie-P

私は演者です (I'm a Performer) by Hikkie-P [and Kagamine Rin]

日記、日記、日記、白紙 (Diary, Diary, Diary, Blank) by Hikkie-P [and Kagamine Rin]

ゾンビライフ (Zombie Life) by ほぼ日P (Hobonichi-P, AKA anemomania) [and Hatsune Miku

紅色メリー (Crimson Mary) by bibuko [and Hatsune Miku]

コンプレックス (Complex) by Watashi no Koko

蜜喰らい (Honey Eater) by Kagamine Rin

COLORS by FLOW [opening to Code Geass]

Doubt & Trust by Access [3rd opening to D. Gray Man]

曇天 (A Cloudy Sky) by DOES [5th opening to Gintama]

Sorairo Days [Tenga Toppa edition] by Shoko Nakagawa [1st opening to Gurren Lagann]

HEKIREKI by LAST ALLIANCE [1st opening to Hajime no Ippo (Fighting Spirit): New Challenger]

[lizzybeth1986]

Character Playlist: Lily Spencer

So I thought I'd make a playlist that's both vibrant and fun, and deep and introspective, because Lily embodies both for me. Four of the songs I chose have video game references, of which one ("Too Much is Never Enough") was inspired by music in video games.

You'll find the playlist here. Do give it a listen!

Tagging @lilyspencerappreciationweek and @sazanes for LSAW Day 2: Lily the Gamer

Bad Reputation - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation

Never said I wanted to improve my station

An' I'm only doin' good when I'm havin' fun

An' I don't have to please no one

Love in December - Club 8

So you fall

when the nights grow longer

into sleep

You won't wake up

And I'm here, I'm sitting beside you

and I'll wait

until the spring

Telephone - Ladh Gaga ft. Beyonce

Boy, the way you blowing up my phone

Won't make me leave no faster

Put my coat on faster

Leave my girls no faster

I should've left my phone at home

'Cause this is a disaster

Calling like a collector

Sorry, I cannot answer

Video Games - The Young Professionals

Go play a video game

It's you, it's you, it's all for you

Everything I do

I tell you all the time

Heaven is a place on Earth with you

Tell me all the things you wanna do

I heard that you like bad girls; honey, is that true?

Disturbia - Rihanna

Put on your break lights

We're in the city of wonder

Ain't gonna play nice

Watch out, you might just go under

Better think twice

Your train of thought will be altered

So if you must falter be wise

Don't Panic - Coldplay

Bones, sinking like stones

All that we fought for

Homes, places we've grown

All of us are done for

And we live in a beautiful world

Yeah, we do, yeah, we do

We live in a beautiful world

Game On - Waka Flocka Flame ft. Good Charlotte

It's amazin' all the places and the people faces

Ah, bought the tour bus like a spaceship

I'm racin' against nothin' but time

Probably wouldn't be so lost if you was watchin' the signs

Too Much Is Not Enough - Florence + the Machine

Oh, who decides from where up high?

I couldn't say: I need more time

Oh, grant that I can stay the night

Or one more day inside this life

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun - Cyndi Lauper

That's all they really want

Some fun

When the workin' day is done

Oh girls, they wanna have fun

Oh girls just wanna have fun...

Stockings - Suzanne Vega

Do you know where friendship ends

And passion does begin?

It's between the binding of

Her stockings and her skin.

Nintendo Game - Alessia Cara

All the trashtalk is getting reload

I'd rather try my hand at Rainbow Road

I'm focused, play my next move

But you're onto me so it's no use

It's a showdown, a game for two

Pick each other's brains looking for clues

A battle with no objective

Who will be the final one standing?

Don't Stop Me Now - Queen

I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky like a tiger

Defying the laws of gravity

I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva

I'm gonna go, go, go, there's no stopping me

[cbjustmusic]

One of my all time favorite Bruce Springsteen covers, Patty Griffin performing "Racing in the Streets". ______________________ Racing in the Streets Songwriter: Bruce Springsteen

I got a '69 Chevy with a 396 Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor She's waiting tonight, down in the parking lot Outside the 7-ELEVEn store

Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch And he rides with me from town to town We only run for the money, got no strings attached We shut 'em up, and then we shut 'em down

Tonight, tonight the strip's just right I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat Summer's here and the time is right For racin' in the street

We take all the action we can meet And we cover all the northeast state When the strip shuts down, we run 'em in the street From the fire roads to the interstate

Now some guys, they just give up living And start dying little by little, piece by piece Some guys come home from work and wash up And go racin' in the street

Tonight, tonight the strip's just right I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats We're calling out around the world We're going racin' in the street

I met her on the strip three years ago In a Camaro with this dude from LA I blew that Camaro off my back And drove that little girl away

But now there's wrinkles around my baby's eyes And she cries herself to sleep at night When I come home, the house is dark She sighs, "Baby, did you make it alright?"

She sits on the porch of her daddy's house But all her pretty dreams are torn She stares off alone into the night With the eyes of one who hates for just being born

For all the shut-down strangers and hot rod angels Rumbling through this promised land Tonight, my baby and me, we're gonna ride to the sea And wash these sins off our hands

Tonight, tonight the highway's bright Out of our way, mister, you best keep 'Cause summer's here and the time is right For racin' in the street

[meldaciomartyr]

@proxnotxaxfool​ from here

Dang if he didn’t look like a sorry sight; sittin’ up here in the drizzlin’ rain an’ looking down on the outpost. Cheeky lil git too; this was his thinking spot. But Dave didn’t have the heart to even jokingly say that. Instead, he sat down beside the teenager an’ threw his spare jacket round the kid’s shoulders.

Him an’ Reno seemed to always be havin’ some kinda dance; firgurin’ out where the lines an’ attitude lay. The teenager hadn’t been on proper ground with him since he’d walked in on him an’ Ida kissing. Not that Dave blamed him; course the kid was gonna be pissed off. Stormy silence had slowly given way t’stiff talking over the comin’ weeks and slowly back to conversational chattin’ over the few months ... but it wasn’t the normalcy they’d had.

“Yain’t fallen through it, I promise.” Dave let out a heavy sigh an’ watched as Loqi raced down the grass by the side o’ the road with Kimi two steps behind him in their little race. Selena was still scared an’ she’d gone t’talk to Kaleb after he’d given his pal a short rundown on what happened. But she wasn’t racin’ up an’ down the outpost screamin’ about imperials, so that was a plus.

“Ya did do the right thing, well I reckon so if that counts for anythin’.” The hunter shrugged an’ glanced to Reno, tryin’ to gauge his mood. “I figure it takes a lotta courage t’tell anyone ‘bout yer past, Reno.”