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June 2005

June 1, 2005

Lets make a mixed cd.

Songs to listen to when you're alone:

Smoking popes "pretty pathetic"

Imogen heap "hide and seek"

Elliot smith "a fond farewell"

Get up kids "valentine"

Bright eyes "lua"

Joy division "ice age...."

Kent "if I was there"

Motion city soundtrack "everything is alright"

Morissey "the more you ignore me..."

Now its overhead "with a subtle look"

Saves the day "blindfolded"

The smiths "unloveable"

The smiths "asleep"

The weakerthans "left and leaving"

Coldplay "trouble"

American nightmare "we are"

Damnation ad "no more dreams"

The cure "why can't I be you"

Dan andriano "lucky smoke rings"

Nick drake "pink moon"

Burn. And play. Repeat play.

In the dark.

June 4, 2005

things you may or may not know about our experience at trl:

fat joe is awesome. he is one of the few "celebrities" that we have ever met that has no attitude. he goofed around with us and told us a bunch of hilarious stories. he is what you wished you were only bigger and funnier, trust us.

it was really hot there.

we have yet to meet a camera man that knows how to film fall out boy. we were doing lots of stuff on stage that they completely missed. next time maybe they'll catch on.

we saw some footage that mtv shot of "sugar we're going down" for fall out boy makes the video (Mtv2). it will make you laugh at pete and dirty literally stealing a golf cart and driving it into a tree at full speed.

pete is constantly sick. possibly because he jumps in pools full of staph infection or possibly because he never sleeps. we're not sure. he did a sick cannonball today, again too bad the camera missed that one. though we are pretty sure that the vj vanessa loved the gross wet hug he gave her when he got out of the pool.

our guitar tech eric the cowboy and soundguy Dad did a trl "shout out" during kelly clarkson for our tourmonkey Dirty. it was the best part about trl.

we think this is the first time Lifetime and The Descendents were namedropped on TRL, that makes us proud. now go buy their cds.

we recommend that you do not put all of your money on red or black. its just not worth it.

the "i heart revenge" shirt. will be available from clandestine this summer.

patrick gets sunburned in approximately one second.

panic! at the discman's new songs are amazing. pink was the new black then black was the new black now panic at the disco is the new black.

fall out boy is always gonna be just a band that started in joe's attic. we got the world fooled on TRL, thanks for being in on the secret with us. keep up the calling!

thanks for making it all possible.

now back to crankcalling dirty.

June 8, 2005

Florida is hot. That's all I have to say. The humidity makes it hard to breathe. I wanted to thank everyone for remembering my birthday. And kimber thanks for the bday slipandslide but joe decided he liked it more than me so he took it. Maybe hell let me use it on warped with him, hehe. Besides I like joe. The hardrock show was actually a lot of fun... We're going home to try and work up some new stuff to play on warped. Post what new songs you guys want to hear the most and we'll work on them. Oh yeah we got all new merch for warped and all new clandestine stuff too...

For those of you voting on trl. We heard that the whole last week was pretaped. So don't give up hope!!

Real enrty later when I'm not so tired. Nice to see all your pretty faces all over again.

June 10, 2005

the boy kings-

you guys did it. i dont really understand how we managed to but we beat out 50cent and made it to number 9 on trl countdown. pinch myself. yep. im still me and my mom is still yelling at me to clean my room. damnit i thought being on trl would make me instantly awesomer.... in any news we have some cool cover songs we're working on for comps and we're practicing for warped you know- sitting with out guitars in a sauna for 12 hours a day. it gets kind of gross. wait did i thank you for your undying support for us. all the other bands on TRL are three times the size of fall out boy and our fans alone are dedicated to call and work to get us on there. it honestly made me shiver when i saw that. lets keep it going up the countdown- show them what this is about! please call again tommorrow, phones are worth more than the net! the info is on the front page. back to the sauna for me. me and patrick are sweating out new songs as we speak. hope to see chicago kids at the gym class show on sunday! and we have some awesome stuff planned for everyone real soon...

hey S.O.'s i been seeing you at shows. it makes me swoon.

truefuckinglove peter

06/10/05

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Dear Pete, or whoever decides to answer this question..well or not answer…my friend megan says that if you listen to XO with just the right side of headphones theres no music so it sounds like Patrick is singing in her ear just for her…and i agree….try it sometome

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how about this. when i want patrick to sing in my ear i call him on the phone and he does it… boo and yah. oops. yeah i do that sometimes.

June 13, 2005

i'll be your number 9 with a bullet.

thanks for getting us on trl again!!! they changed the time of trl for summer. can you tell how suprised the vj's are that we keep getting on? its so amazing. keep it up. they changed the voting time to 1:30-2:00pm EST... so check it out earlier now. check out how to vote on the front page.

more s(w)oon.

06/13/05

question

Does Patrick have a nickname? If so what is it?

answer

rickster. von stump. sophmore strump. winchester snomp, lunchbox. cookie jar. healthbar. rick ta life. patty boy. dont ever call him these. they are mine.

June 14, 2005

dear diary,

how did we get here. i'm not even sure.

thank god that the man who wrote Thriller is free. bring back the hits please, i'm dying.

summers not what it used to be.

the first kiss (off).

we leave for new york in moments. i'm a mess. nothings really going as planned in good ways and in bad ways.

thank you for the number seven, even if we are the "fall out boyS"

to the falloutBoy kings

ps. new summer line over at www.clandestineindustries.com - which includes more girls stuff, the bleach series based off of the story the count of monte cristo and some shirts designed exclusively for patrick.

June 14, 2005

her dad was a cook.

more like a chemist.

now he's doing time for burning down a shack out in the woods.

she gets her affection through two inch bulletproof glass two weekends a month, when her mother will drive her out there.

her hair is nosebleed red kinda funny in the way she always has the sniffles too, but you wouldn't laugh out loud, just in your head.

but me i'm brave, but in the boy next door kind of way. gone wrong ofcourse.

she says her family used to ski in vail.

i'm thinking this is a thinly veiled code for something about drugs but i'm not sure.

someone should wipe that smile off of her face.

someone should tell her that she's a terminal case and ruin her day.

not me, you know i'm kinda too into her.

it's the kind of conversation i'd engage behind cigarette smoke late at night with someone else.

she's like exposed brick. its not really as classy as people in manhattan apartments will tell you.

she always talks my ear off.

telling me amazing stories from the middle of nowhere.

i can hear the crickets chirping.

and the tumbleweeds blowing.

like how the 92 flood of mississippi was so bad that the water went into graveyards and she saw coffins floating down the street on the news.

peaceful resting place.

when we walk into a casino in vegas she tells me how they pump oxygen through the vents to keep people from feeling tired. how they make them like a maze around the casino floor so you can't find exits. how they keep the drinks coming for free. how everything is inclusive, you can get whatever you need, so you won't leave. she tells you to notice how there isn't anywhere to sit down except in front of a slot machine. she tells you it's just to get you to keep gambling.

as if it't a conspiracy.

just so you know she also calls tornados: twisters. and she's been in too many to count.

today she said the sky looked too nice, "it just isn't right".

we have patchwork afternoons like this.

just sewn together but not really matching.

we would if we could though. just coming apart at the seams and thats what's so attractive about eachother.

we could beat this rap. we could change your mind about us. we could live through this.

we just don't want to.

fuck your futures.

- petey

06/14/05 Q&A

question

Hypothetically asking, Ok, what if one day you woke up and Patrick was not there. Would you be worried?

answer

it would make me want to disappear to wherever he was.

06/16/05

question

How does patrick sing the emotion in the songs that u (pete) wrote.. Do you have to explain it to him or does he just know?

answer

me and patrick can finish eachothers sentences. this is what makes it so funny when people ask us if we care that you think the the other one is hotter or cooler, or how much everyone makes a big deal about who writes what or is where in photos. we don’t care. that kid is my best friend and the rest of the world could blow up and fall out boy can break up and he still will be.

June 16, 2005

I am glad today is over. We drove around nyc on a double decker bus and then recorded a cover song for a video game. A lot of things kind of were blown out of proportion today. But then I got to hear the new kanye west record and meet him. I realize no matter where our record is, hiphop guys like him are so much cooler than I will ever be. Oh well.

Number 5 is unbelieveable. Honestly I looked at my tv screen and was baffled. There aren't words... You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, no matter how bad things get.

June 18, 2005

best in show, worst in. love. with you. spent the day rehearsing warped tour. getting in the swing. so happy tonight in the perfect weather with friends from: from first to last, underoath and matchbookromance. we're a gang. get into it. this summer is going to be okay i think. really excited to play again tommorrow. come and find me (out). pick me out of a hat, pull me out of your sleeve. im lucky, but you're the luckiest. you guys bring a smile to my face when i see all of your silly questions. keep voting at TRL- it's definitely suprising some people over at Mtv!

www.clandestineindustries.com

ps J. - BenFolds "the luckiest"

June 20, 2005

haiku for you...

moonlit blues dimming

veins full of point fives and ones

turning my head off

just watch my mind run

over by the ambulance

side effect lover

- petey

June 21, 2005

I love summer in the midwest. Sunsets are the best. We love the number five. Thanks for voting on trl. Mtv is super suprised that we keep beating out 50cent and shakira. Thank you for your support. Its pretty exciting for us and is worth more than you could know. Please Keep voting... The info is in the news. First day off on warped tour and goddamn I miss it. Comeback forever.

Btw we love ap.net and jared kaufman so whoever said otherwise has got their stories mixed up.

Watch: the notebook. Get in touch with you cliched romantic side.

Listen: frou frou "letgo" cause theirs beauty in the breakdown.

Truelove.

See you on warped tour. Come over and say hey.

June 22, 2005

Warped tour is so hot. I've been eating icees and popsicles like they are going out of style. I love all the smiling, sunburned faces. Number three on TRL? This blew everyone away. We thought we might make it out on there but never guessed we could have gotten that far up. We talked about it all night on the bus. We have to find a way to repay you guys, something special. We're coming up with some ideas, just to let you guys know how much your support means. Stay tuned for that. Keep voting if you can. Otherwise go outside and play in the sun. We've been hangng with mcr and fftl a lot, teaching them how to go outside before it gets dark. Its funny.

June 23, 2005

From the bottom of our blackened hearts. Thank you for making us number one on trl. Its hotter than hell in dallas right now and we want to go to a waterpark. Koreantom cruise isn't helping it go down though.

We always knew how you felt. Now the world knows.

Honestly. Beaming from cheek to cheek.

June 25, 2005

lovers. from room 911 of a holiday inn next to the warped tour in houston. i apologize for being out of touch. the internet is not easy to come by here. i hate the sun. it seems to hate me as well. but i love being on Warped tour. been hanging with lots of old friends and some new ones too, definitely talking about some upcoming tours.

after seeing us as number one on TRL i was reminded of something that happened to me on last years Warped tour. I was standing in line for catering where all the bands eat and happened to bump into a member of a huuuuuuge punk rock band that i will not mention. i felt dumb and said i was sorry. but for whatever reason the guy didn’t like how i looked or like my band or whatever and said “you shouldn’t even bother wait in line to eat, you don’t deserve to be on the warped tour and you’ll always be a second stage band”. it made me feel like shit. i left the line and just started walking away to be on my own. as i did, someone from another equally huge punk band ran over and said “fuck that shit. get back in line”. and i mumbled something about feeling sorry for myself. and he said

fuck that. lets just say that you are a second stage band for the rest of your life. could you look in the mirror and love what you did?”. and i thought about it. and i came to terms with it. now this isn’t something where i’m trying to rub anything in anyones face. in fact its quite the opposite. i realized that i loved our band no matter what happened to it. if youve seen the movie rushmore you know what i mean when i say “fall out boy is my rushmore”. its the only thing i have really believed in, in a long time. it makes my heart beat. playing the songs makes me feel alive. yeah, i come off as depressed and blue all the time, but the stage washes that all away. whether we are number one on TRL or not even on Mtv.

that all being said. i was talking on IM with a kid the other day when we were number two and she said “don’t worry, we’ll get you to number 1”. it seems like such a simple thing but it almost made me cry. a fan who cares enough about me and every member of this band to feel like they owe it to bring us to number one. like they were paying us back. it made my day. i can’t tell you the gasp i felt when we heard the news. we figured taking off 25 percent on our merch store isn’t alot to do but it’s the best we could think of. soooo again Thank you!!! every single person who ever believed in us was vindicated in that moment. you shook the world alittle bit, but it was amazing. please keep it up.

bring your sunblock and water, and maybe a couple of yellow flowers.

06/25/05 Q&A

answer

“kisses on the necks of just friends” kinda sexy dont you think. like if my friend was say william beckett that would be really sexy.

question

id just like to clarify that no one could pull off sideburns like patrick, i mean cmon, whats wrong with you people?..oh and pete, hows it going?

June 26, 2005

Warped tour is hottness. As are you.

Also, we have noticed a crazy amount of fake myspace accounts for each of us. NONE of us a personal myspace account.

We have also noticed a lot of people selling our autographs online. Don't support this. We promise that you can get our autographs at shows. Don't waste your money online. We will however later on this summer be putting some items that you cannot get anymore from early in our career as a band on ebay as a charity for our friend andrew from something corporate. So keep your eyes open.

Thanx love.

June 28, 2005

Amazing new mexico sunset. I'm hanging on a bridge with my friend mikey way from my chem. Its all orange and pink above us. We went to another waterpark again. I love high fives again. Totally back in love. Saw the most amazing movie... I think its called spirited away. Watch it.

Oh yeah. Keep voting. Kelly clarkson fans think they're better than ours. It kinda gave us a chuckle. For real. Total hiphop beef. We've got our money on you guys. Keep the votes up! You guys are amazing. Hugs and highfives forever.

Peterpan

06/30/05 Q&A

question

hey pete, do you belive in god? and congrats to you guys for being on TRL so long. and one more thing when are you guys coming to San Antonio again last time you guys came it was my sisters b-day. Bye, Sami

answer

im not sure what i believe. i would like to believe that there is something bigger making all these coincidences happen. i want to not be alone.

question

how come that me and my friend voted two hundred times in two days to beat strung out ass in the energizer contest and you didnt play ten more minutes in montreal by the way im glad you have come here and the show rocked

answer

i dunno. we didn’t get the extra ten minutes.

question

did mikey rub it in your face that they were number 1 on trl on friday?

answer

me and mikey are in a gang called the sweet little dudes. there is no competition. we are happy when our friends are doing well.

question

When I wake up in the middle of the night, I sing your songs in my head to fall back asleep, what do you do to go back to sleep?

answer

i put on the new panic at the disco record.

question

what do you do when your becoming something you hate and you never wont to be. Please help me. Brittany

answer

its never too late to turn it all around. thats the best thing about being alive.

question

Do you think if some big fan at warped tour just randonmly came up and humped Andys leg do you think he would care?

answer

nah andy is pretty easy going.

question

Pete, is it true that you dont drink alcohol

answer

only xmolotovcoktailsx

question

hey pete, who came up with the idea for the flipbook album edition thing? cause its awsome

answer

the rats that live inside my brain.

question

Patrick and Andy are so sexy!

answer

true.

question

Peter, what is up with the sudden emo scented journal entries. i mean, i /we just dont want you to be sad anymore. ::internet hugs::

answer

im just being a baby.

#fall out boy #pete wentz #livejournal

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wqbytop100 · 11 months ago

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WQBY

Top 100 for the week ending May 26, 2024

End Of Time --Lucas & Steve, LAWRENT, Jordan Shaw -2

Lighter --Galantis, David Guetta, 5 Seconds of Summer -1

Love & Pain --Enrique Iglesias -4

Sleep Tonight (This is the Life) --Switch Disco, R3HAB, Sam Feldt -3

One, Two & 3 --Galantis -8

Eyes Closed --Imagine Dragons -6

Buscando Money --Twenty Six, Tayson Kryss -5

Beat of your Love --Ownboss, LAWRENT, Ekko -7

Fallin Luv --Gordo, Jeria -9

Kissing Strangers --USHER -12

What If We Met --Ali Gatie -10

Jet Plane --R3HAB, VIZE, JP Cooper -11

Heaven Or Not --Diplo, Riva Starr, Kareem Lomax -14

Lovers In A Past Life --Calvin Harris, Rag'N'Bone Man -15

I Had Some Help --Post Malone, Morgan Wallen -17

Weight Of The World --Bonnie X Clyde -13

The Moves --NEIKED, Muni-Long, Nile Rodgers -28

Hell Together --David Archuleta -20

Addicted --Zerb, The Chainsmokers feat/INK -21

Underwater --DubVision, Afrojack -23

Take A Moment --ATB, David Frank -27

We Ain't Good At Breaking Up --Brothers Osborne -26

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When I Wake Up --Lucas & Steve, Skinny Days -19

***Role Model --Fat Boy Slim, Dan Diamond, Luca Guerrieri -(new)

Low Again --BAKERMAT -16

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Shadow --Trixie Mattel -56

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6 New on the chart this week 5.26.24 @# 27-Role Model @# 74-LA @# 75-One Cry @# 88-I Believe @# 93-Promised Land @# 100-Come Come

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rpmemesbyarat · 3 years ago

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RP Meme from “What’s Your Favorite Movie Quote?” thread on Reddit, Part Five

“You underestimate my new powers.” “Shirt ripper!” “I see now that the circumstances of one’s birth are irrelevant; it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are.” “Fish are friends, not food.” “He’s a disco dancin’, Oscar Wild readin’, Streisand ticket holdin’ friend of Dorothy, you know what I’m sayin’?” "I never look back, darling, it distracts from the now." “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop to look around once in a while, you could miss it.” "What's in the fuckin' box?!" “Is it meaningless to apologize?” “Here's a quarter. Go downtown and have a rat gnaw that thing off your face.” “May we get what we want but never what we deserve.” "And now you're going to die wearing that stupid little hat!" “I knew it! I'm surrounded by assholes!“ "If you do things right, people won't be sure you did anything at all" "Do you identify as human?" “You couldn't hear a dump truck driving through a nitroglycerin plant.” "We accept the love we think we deserve." "It's a hell of a thing killing a man. You take away all he's got, and all he's ever gonna have.” "There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die." "I aim to misbehave" “I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief because there will be so much to look forward to” “He said I was a 3. He asked me what I thought I was on a scale of 1-10. He called me a 3. Who says that to somebody?” “The last time I saw a mouth like that it had a hook in it!“ “You uncultured swine!“ “The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It's a very mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard ya hit. It's about how hard you can get it and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done!” “This is either madness, or brilliance.” “Bitches, leave!” "Look at your suntan, it's leather, it's like leather man, your skin. We could make a fucking suitcase out of you. Like a crocodile, fat crocodile, fat bastard." ‘The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout save us! And I'll whisper no.“ "I only came here to do two things, kick some ass and drink some beer. Looks like we're almost out of beer." “Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.” “Every man dies. Not every man really lives.” "There go the goddamn brownies." “Never take life too seriously, you’ll never get out alive” "For future reference, I am not able to pass through solid objects." “You can’t buy the necessities of life with cookies” “I like that boulder, that's a nice boulder“ “Life passes most people by while they’re still making grand plans for it.” “Nobody's really listening. They are just waiting for their turn to talk.” "There's fuckery afoot." "Don't dream it, be it. " “I know now why you cry, but it is something I can never do.“ “Looks like I picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue” "Never underestimate the power of the pussy.” “You either stand for something or fall for everything.” “I'm not locked in here with you. You're locked in here with me!” “You see, I’m not a monster. I’m just ahead of the curve.” “Love is the strongest thing in the world.” "If the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule?" “Do you remember that time the crowd was calling my name and I used my strength to rip my blouse?” “Today, we are canceling the apocalypse!“ “Pain demands to be felt” “Happiness is only real when shared“ "It is the quality of one's convictions that determines success, not the number of followers.“ "I'm not even supposed to be here today!" "Look, I'm a reasonable guy. I've just experienced some very unreasonable things." "Worrying is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do but doesn't get you anywhere." “Why are you kissing my ear?” “Why are you holding my hand?” “Where’s your other hand?” “I’d rather have thirty minutes of wonderful, than a lifetime of nothing special.” "It's not about the money, it's about sending a message." "With great power comes great responsibility."

#rp memes #rp meme #rp starters #roleplay starters #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #movie quotes

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longitud-de-onda · 5 years ago

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{un veneno} may: storm

pairing; javier peña x female reader summary; its been weeks since you slept in your own bed, the nights with javier blurring together to become moments with one another every second you weren’t working. rating; nc-17 warnings; oral sex, smut, angst, (and some fluff, we’ve got it all!), fear of thunder/mild anxiety attack word count; 3.6k january, february, march, april

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Your vision was still blurry with sleep as Javier’s tongue slid between your folds, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips. One hand had your thigh pinned to the mattress while your free leg was hooked over Javier’s shoulder as he gripped your hip. How he was making you feel this way without his hands on you, you had no idea. You were just thankful that he was a well-experienced man.

His tongue brushed over your clit and your whole body convulsed, hips tilting up searching for more contact. And Javier provided. You could feel your core tightening with arousal, and your little noises increased in volume and frequency. Then his mouth was suctioned around your clit and he started sucking and you weren’t even orgasming yet but your vision almost cut to white with the overload of information firing up your nerves.

“Fuck, fuck, Javi!” you screamed, your legs spasming.

The pressure on your thigh increased, and you were amazed at how strong those arms were. As you felt yourself teetering on the edge, about to spill over, Javier pulled back, fully releasing yourself from his dominating tongue.

The sound of your heavy breaths filled the air, sharp exhales punctuating the silent Monday morning air.

“Javi,” you whispered, “Why? Please... keep going.”

“You’re going to be late for work, cariño.” His words sent puffs of air across your cunt and you moaned.

“You can’t just stop,” you whined. He was right but you didn’t care. Ever since he pushed you onto his bed a few weeks ago you couldn’t get enough of each other. You hadn’t ever spoken about what was going on, content to keep on fucking each others’ brains out every chance you could get.

“You lose your job, and then what?” Javier asked, and you knew by then he was teasing you.

“Just shut it and finish me off,” you giggled before you were cut off by Javier’s tongue returning to you. Within seconds he had you worked up again, your one leg straining against his grip, the other pushing him closer into you.

The heat radiated out from your core up your spine and down your limbs, filling your body with a tingling sensation, itching to be let out. You grasped at the sheets beneath you, trying to find hold to still yourself as Javier’s motions quickened. Before long you were tightening up, both hands flying to his soft curls, causing him to hum against you. It was that hum that sent you over, the orgasm coursing through you in waves.

It left you limp on the bed, Javier still mouthing at you until you let go of his head. His hold on your leg was loose, his thumb tracing little circles on the delicate skin of your thigh. He stared up at the rise and fall of your bare chest.

“You’re the most fucking beautiful...” he said.

You stared down at him between your legs, grinning up at you. You let out a light laugh. His hair was messed up from the night’s sleep and his mustache glistened with sweat and drops of your own arousal.

“Yeah?” you smiled. “You’re... incredible, Javi.”

“And you’re going to be late for work.” He sighed and then propped himself up on his elbows before pushing himself all the way up and sliding off the bed, one arm extended, an offer to pull you up.

“Can’t I reciprocate?” you whined. You wanted to pretend it wasn’t Monday.

“Save it for later today,” he reached down to grab your arm and tugged.

“Fine.” You let him help you onto your feet, swaying slightly with the lasting aftereffects of the orgasm. “But I’ve got an all-school meeting after classes. Going to be later than usual.”

“That’s fine,” he said, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you into a hug.

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before you pulled away to go to the bathroom. He tapped your bare ass as you slipped out of his grip and you flipped him off over your shoulder, laughing.

You walked out of your shared bedroom, giving yourself one last glance in the mirror. A couple of the other young teachers had invited you out to a disco, and you were never one to turn down a night of dancing.

The dress was your favorite for nights out, short skirt and low neckline. You weren’t afraid to say it: the dress made you look downright sexy. A night out in it was always a good idea, giving you the confidence to dance a little wilder, drink a little more, talk to a few more people.

You entered the living room where Javier was pouring over some papers from work, a cigarette hanging from his lips. The smoke wafted up above him, a personal cloud that emulated the frustrated mood he had been in the past week. You two still slept in the same bed, but further apart. The touches were few and far between. It was something you would have to deal with, an occupational hazard of his, but it still sucked.

Javier never talked about details. Work was always vague and coded. You knew it was because of confidentiality. He couldn’t risk anything getting out. Sometimes you took it personally like it meant he didn’t trust you. But then other nights he would lie next to you and tell you how stressed he was. How he hated seeing the bodies of the people he had shot, their lifeless eyes staring back at him. How he knew he didn’t have to look, but he thought he owed it to them. He didn’t think there were many people on the list of those who should have to die, and every bullet that left his gun was another name on a gravestone that shouldn’t have been carved. He trusted you. But only with his emotions.

It was this cloud hanging over Javier that led you to accept the invitation out. A week before, when you were amidst the warm haze of happiness swirling around Javier and you, there was no reason to go out, only thousands of reasons to come home sooner and spent countless hours in the presence of the man who had become your best friend. But lately, it was like he wasn’t there. At least not 100%. You didn’t need to go out, but it wouldn’t hurt. It would be nice to catch up with your coworkers. Relax.

You had your purse in your hand and were grabbing a light jacket off of the hook near the door when you heard the creaking of leather that signified Javier standing up. You turned around to see him, his eyes scanning your outfit before settling on your chest.

“Eyes up here, Casanova.” You smirked.

“You’re going out dressed like that?” He said, and you were shocked by the surprise in his voice. He had seen you go out plenty over the past couple months and knew you weren’t one to shy away from a skimpy outfit.

“Of course?” You said.

“Why?”

“I want to?” you shrugged. “I’m going out dancing. Haven’t been in a couple weeks.”

He had stepped out from behind the couch and was a few feet in front of you now. “So you’re going out to get drunk, dance, make some stupid decisions, and grind up against a bunch of guys?”

What the hell did that mean? What did he want? To start arguing?

“Yeah,” you said, trying and failing to keep your cool. You were mad. Javier had been so distant this past week and he had the nerve to question your actions. To try to control you? “Minus the grinding against a bunch of guys part, yes. Some of the younger teachers are meeting up. Girls night out. And yeah, we’re going to get drunk, dance, and probably make some stupid decisions. So what?”

“And you have to wear something like that?” Javier spat out.

You pressed your eyes shut. He didn’t mean it, you told yourself, repeating it in your head, hoping it would become believable.

“I like how I look in it, Javi. Is that a crime?” You threw up your hands. It took all your energy not to let the tears spill over. This was your dress. The perfect one. And here he was saying shit, insinuating that it made you look less than representable.

“No, it’s just—”

“You know what? No,” you forced out. “I don’t like how I feel in this anymore. I’ll go change. You don’t have to worry about me.”

You pushed past him and rushed back to the bedroom where you slammed the door close. Only then did you let the tears out. Javier was being an asshole because of work. He’s been like this all week. He didn’t mean to take it out on you.

The dress didn’t feel sexy anymore. It felt something awful. You didn’t want to put a name to it, but your brain supplied the word ‘slutty’ and you hated yourself for that. You pulled it off like it was made of scratchy wool.

Back in the closet, you found a pair of jeans that made your ass look great and a top that you used to wear on nights out back in Paris all the time.

You heard a door slam shut.

If Javier wasn’t in the living room, you could slip out unnoticed. You peaked out and saw the light pouring out from underneath the door to the bathroom. Good.

It was only when you were out on the street, walking towards where you were supposed to meet your friends did you notice the fat drops of rain that had begun to sporadically fall and you remembered that you left your jacket back at the apartment.

You shivered in the small bed that hadn’t been slept in in weeks. By the time you made it home, the rain had picked up leaving you soaked. Javier’s words from a couple days before echoed in your head, “April we might have gotten lucky, but it is the rainy season, and it’s going to come down hard.”

You weren’t sure if you could consider April’s heatwave lucky, but it wasn’t torrential downpours, so you weren’t sure which you would choose. You probably wouldn’t have been wearing the tank top and shorts that one day if it was raining. Probably wouldn’t have caught Javier’s eye. Probably wouldn’t have landed on Javier’s bed. So maybe you’d take a heatwave.

It was better than coming home, soaked to the bone and freezing cold, to a silent and dark apartment. You were decently sober, having not drank much on account of Javier’s words earlier that day, and the rain having washed away the rest of your tipsy sway. You had taken a hot shower, and while you wanted to crawl in next to Javier where it was warm and comfortable, you weren’t sure if you were welcome.

The guest room that you had slept in for a month or so before you ended up in Javier’s every night lay empty and you had figured it was still, technically, your room, despite all of your belongings having migrated out of it.

It wasn’t as comfortable as it was next to Javier. You missed even the distant way he lay on the other side of the bed the past week. At least he had been there.

Your hair was still wet from the shower and even though the water had been warm, you were cold again.

Then the thunder cracked open in a cacophony of sound. It began as a low rumble that sent off warning signs in your head and steadily grew until it was all one could hear. Not even a gunshot going off next to your head would be heard over the sound. Your body gave off the response it always did in a thunderstorm: every muscle flexing and releasing as your chest tightened.

Ever since you were a kid, thunderstorms had scared the shit out of you. Even as an adult, you were never able to shake the terror that filled your body when you heard that particular rumbling sound. Your parents thought it was loud noises that would set you off, but they were proven wrong every New Year’s Eve when you watched fireworks in awe. There was something about the electricity coursing through the sky that shook you to your core.

You pulled the blanket tighter around you and squeezed your eyes shut, tears spilling out between the cracks. Of all the nights for you and Javier to fight...

The bed was the cherry on top. You hadn’t slept there in weeks. Even though you and Javier hadn’t even labeled what you were doing, the one thing you could be sure of was that whatever you were, it involved sleeping in the same bed every night, even if you didn’t have sex. And you were now trying to calm yourself in a foreign room, on a bed that didn’t offer comfort, but a reminder of its absence.

The curtains didn’t keep you from catching the way the sky lit up in an instant. You braced yourself, and seconds later the low rumbling began again. You curled into a ball and let out a loud sob as the thunder turned from bass to treble with its whip-like crack.

That was it. You couldn’t stay in the bed. Javier might not have even wanted to talk with you, but it didn’t matter because you were still pushing yourself up and running to Javier’s room. You pushed open the door. Completely dark.

“Javi?” you asked into the room.

“What?” He responded after a few seconds. His voice was groggy and sharp with a tone of annoyance. You felt bad for waking him up.

“I’m scared,” you couldn’t make any effort to mask how your voice held the shadow of tears.

That sound was enough for Javi to be jumping up and rushing up towards you, his arms reaching around your body, pulling you in, tight and secure.

“Hey.” His voice had changed. This was now gentle and caring. “It’s okay. It’s all okay. Breath with me? Okay? In... and out.”

You took the breaths along with him, the feeling of his chest rising against you helped calm you down. A hand reached up to the back of your head, pressing softly and you rested your head on his shoulder. The two of you stood there in the doorway, silent. Any other time, you would have had a million questions about your argument, but they all slipped away as he soothed your fears.

Until the thunder cracked again, and something outside, probably a powerline, exploded. You flinched and your breathing became uneven once more.

Javier squeezed you before releasing his grip and tugging your arm over towards the bed, where he lay down, pulling you with him. He pulled the covers up over you and wrapped his arms around your torso.

“You’re safe,” he said.

How was he so good at this? People always said shit like ‘it’s just a storm’ or ‘it’s nothing to be scared of’ which never helped because you knew it was irrational, yet you still suffered the fear. Javier, on the other hand, was almost a professional at calming you down.

Lying in his arms, his words manifested. The room lit up with a flash of lightning, giving you a glimpse at Javier’s face, sorrowful and soft. You buried your head in his chest, the warmth radiating off from him acting as a shield from the storm. The thunder rumbled again and you inhaled and exhaled as Javier pulled you in a little tighter. You were safe. Javier was safe.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered.

Your brow furrowed. What was he talking abou—oh. Your argument. All the anger had slipped out of you as he held you tight. You had spent the evening dancing but as the hours passed, you regretted getting worked up over it. Wished you were back in the apartment with Javier.

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. You looked beautiful. You always do. I was frustrated with work and took it out on you. It’s not fair.”

You were glad there weren’t any lights on because he would have seen you start crying again. But this time it was with a smile on your lips.

“I forgive you,” you whispered before his thumb rubbing circles on your back lulled you to sleep.

Javier had come back to the apartment late and said he needed to go out and do something. To which you had said something about not being his mother. He actually laughed, for the first time in a few days, and said that he wanted you to come with him.

You hadn’t expected that to lead you to where you were, standing up on the mountainside, right where he had brought you back when you were still getting to know each other, staring out over Bogotá.

Or rather, staring out over the sea of clouds that had been hanging low in the valley for weeks.

Where you stood was sunny. Something you hadn’t experienced in a while. Not with the ever-present rain.

The whole drive up you kept telling Javier that you wouldn’t be able to see anything. And he kept saying that he thought you did have a chance of seeing something.

“When you said we would see something,” you said, “I didn’t expect that something to be more clouds.”

“It’s better than being under them, right?” Javier said from back where the car was parked, rummaging around in the trunk.

You stood closer to the edge, and Javier walked towards you. Turning to face him, you saw a blanket in one of his hands, a large bag in the other.

“Care for a picnic?” He held up the items.

“A picnic?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Yeah,” he grinned. “I know it’s in between lunch and dinner but you’re usually hungry after work and I thought we could use a little break?”

You laughed and shook your head as he set down the bag and tossed the blanket to the ground, struggling to get it to lie flat.

The two of you sprawled out on the surface, and Javier opened up the bag, setting out a couple plates and cups along with some hastily packed containers of fruits, arepas, rice, and a variety of meats and beans and a bunch of whatever leftovers the two of you had in the fridge. And underneath it all was a bottle of wine.

“Javi,” you said, “You didn’t have to do all of this. It’s so...” romantic. That’s what was making your stomach do flips and turns.

“So... what?”

“Nothing. It’s just a lot of work,” you shook your head and smiled through the lie.

Your relationship, if you could call it that, was a lot of things, but it wasn’t romantic. It was two friends with takeout and a six-pack watching Bruce Lee movies before fucking each other on the sofa. Picnics on a mountainside with nice wine was not territory you were ready for.

Yet here you were.

He poured you each a glass and then you began eating and talking. You must have spent a half-hour lazily snacking and chatting before starting to put the empty dishes back in the back. Then you were back to laying on the blanket, side by side, taking in the sun.

It was admittedly very nice.

Javier propped himself up on one arm, staring down at you.

“The way the sun hits you right now?” he said, smiling. “It’s beautiful.”

He reached down to caress your jaw before dipping his head down and taking your lips in his. He lowered himself over top of you. You kept kissing him, and you weren’t sure where you ended and Javier began. It was a serendipitous blend of lips and tongue and teeth, arms over torsos, legs intertwined. At one point you rolled over to be above him, and it was then that you could feel the extent of his arousal, pushing into your upper thigh.

You felt the same but had no urge to rush things along.

When the time did come, Javier having returned to his previous position above you, his attention now on your collarbone, lips wet and sweet against the sensitive skin, and your head was tilted back, swollen lips parted, his hands slipped under your shirt, pushing the fabric up and then over your head.

The rest of your clothes came off as smoothly and quietly as the first, as did Javier’s, and he was then right there. All of him. Hot skin pressed against your own.

“Is this okay?” he asked. His head was back above yours, lips ghosting over your own, and his mustache tickled your upper lip.

“Yes.”

When he entered you he caught your lips again and held you in his arms. You could feel every inch of Javier, both inside you and outside, skin against skin. Your fingers dug into and explored his hips, his back, his waist, his neck. Every thrust drew out a moan or a ragged breath that was matched by Javier.

And there was something different about things, an afternoon alone on top of a mountain, breathing in fresh air, the wine in your veins slowing everything down a little bit. You knew that this changed things. It was a step away from friends who fucked. A step closer to friends who... you weren’t sure. Or maybe friends wasn’t the right word anymore.

This is a casual relationship, you told yourself as he thrust in deeper.

You were taking the place of the many others who would be warming both your beds if you didn’t have one another, you told yourself as his hips stalled and he groaned the way he always did when he came.

It’s entirely casual, you told yourself as you came around him, his mouth on yours muffling the moans of pleasure.

Then why did it feel like you were making love?

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Blinding Lights | Marley & Erin

TIMING: Current PARTIES: @detectivedreameater LOCATION: Nichols Funeral Home SUMMARY: Another accident sends Marley back to the man and the tree, returning with more questions than answers. Marley and Erin finally get (1) good thing. CONTENT WARNINGS: Car accident tw (mentions), head trauma tw

There was something light floating around her stomach. It was small and airy, carrying her up the stairs in record speed. If it wasn’t for the ferocity within the way it moved, Erin may never have noticed it to begin with. But it was there and it felt dangerously close to something she was afraid to call hope. She wouldn’t call it that. Not out loud. Even if it was true, the phrasing was cheesy and it was just her luck that verbalizing it would snuff out the small light like a candle on a windy day. So she stowed it away, protected it within herself and remained patient as it fought to grow. Felt like it was working. It didn’t have to be this way. Things didn’t need to be so unbalanced. They didn’t need to incite a war or recklessly take things into their own hands to dig themselves out of holes they never saw coming. Living, just living, was hard enough for most. The possibility of adding balance to a world that punished the disadvantaged and ruined the naive? To personally be the one righting wrongs she understood intimately with a flick of her wrist? Or snap--Josephine always snapped. She’d have to ask her about that. Either way, it seems almost too good to be true. She needed to think, needed space and quiet so she could listen for the sound of the other shoe falling from somewhere.

“Marley?” She called out into the hallway, fingers flexing at her sides as she searched for the other woman. At this point, she’d been staying with Erin longer than she’d been at her own home. Erin found she didn’t mind that at all. Water ran on the other side of the door. “Hey! When you’re done in there, come find me in the kitchen. I need to pick your brain about something.” She paused, listening more sounds. “Okay?”

A hot bath had sounded like just what Marley needed. She’d looked up online for things that might help aching cuts, and balked at the suggestion of using something called epsom salt and had immediately stopped looking. The internet was never helpful. So, just normal hot water it would be. Her limbs still felt stiff, even after sleeping almost a week straight, and the bite marks on her arms were fading into little, blue scabs that looked like someone had played connect the dots on her skin but forgot to connect them. She stuck a hand under to test the temperature, nodding when she felt satisfied with it. Being at Erin’s meant she still had on a pair of cotton shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt, despite being alone in the bathroom. She didn’t exactly have her own room here, even if it felt like she spent much more of her time here than at her own house. She didn’t want to go home. She was even planning on asking Erin if she could move JD and Jose here. Maybe that was too much to ask, but it would save both her and Erin from needing to run across town just to feed a hare with antlers a slab of meat and make sure the tarantula had water. She’d put Jose on the same feeding schedule as herself, a nice weekly meal with snacks sprinkled in between.

Tonight was a relaxation night, though, and when Marley turned back to the tub to turn it off, something peculiar caught her eye. It was her own reflection, but there was something off about it. Last she’d checked, it was still the middle of the afternoon, and with summer drawing nearer, that meant the sun sat longer in the sky. And yet, her eyes were glowing red in her reflection. Furrowing her brows, she reached out to disturb the surface of the water and as the ripples broke up the image of her face, something else appeared. It looked as if it were floating just beneath the surface, a strange, enchanting looking world. It drew clearer and cleared the more the water settled and Marley was entranced by it. She reached her hand out for it and watched it disappear into the strange hole that had opened up in the water. And as she stared at it more, she realized what it was-- it was that place. The place in her head. The place she kept trying to get back to. The place with answers. She wanted to go there. She had no control of herself when her head plunged into the water. The illusion rippled away, but Marley wasn’t in her head anymore. Her body convulsed uselessly as it struggled to breath.

There was an uncharacteristic silence on the other end of the door. Marley probably just hadn’t heard Erin over the rush of water. Another few seconds went by with just the sound of the faucet--then a thud. Water splashed to the tiled floor. “...Marley?” She tried again with sharp knocks punctuating her voice. Nothing. And again. And again. There was a fearful shrill to her voice by the fifth call. That was when the splashing started. “Alright, I’m coming in! This is your only warning!” The silence that followed was one of the worst things she’d ever endured and what she saw next was worse. Confirmed all the icy prickles needling at the back of her neck. She was here. Half-submerged and still clothed. Her eyes were closed like she was simply napping and the haunting peacefulness on her face--an expression the funeral director was all too intimate with--shook her to her very core. The next few moments were a wet blur as she hauled Marley out of the water and onto the tile below. She wasn’t breathing. She wasn’t fucking breathing. Erin’s hands shook as she Did she know CPR? There was some disco song you were supposed to hum along to, right? Every direction her mind ran tangled into each other and only worsened when she couldn’t get Marley to look up at her no matter how hard she shook her shoulders. That’s when the anger kicked in. She could feel it taking over, like her mind had just shifted into autopilot. She wasn’t losing her. Not today and not like this. “Marley, c’mon,” she muttered, starting the motions, her hands pumping down on her chest. “Wake up. Wake up!”

Marley’s eyes snapped open and she was lying on the cold ground. Fog swirled around her. She’d made it. She was back. She stood up and water dripped from her hair, her clothes. It left puddles under her feet. For a moment, she coughed, choked. Water dribbled from her mouth but she ignored it. She forged forward, towards the tree. The man was there again. Marley tried to call out to him, but it came out just a gurgle. She reached for him but her arms felt too heavy. He saw her and his eyes widened and he shook his head. “You can’t be here!” he said again, but Marley wanted answers. She needed answers. She’d fallen through portals and lived through a car crash and having her skull crushed and being beaten down again and again and again and she needed answers.

But her legs fought against her. They sloshed in water that was filling up the space between herself and the tree and the man. Each step sunk her further into the ground. It was swallowing her. Her chest hurt. She felt her lungs bursting. Water poured from her mouth. Something felt like it was pounding on her chest. Pounding, pounding. She wanted to stay. She needed answers. “Please,” she begged through the water in her throat, “I just need answers. Who are you?” He didn’t answer. He was sinking into the water, too. “Why do I keep coming here?” The water was rushing up to her chest, her neck. “Who am I!?” The water rose above her head and she sunk like a rock, black swallowing her up. Until--

Marley sputtered and gasped and choked as she spat up water. Someone was above her. The lights were so bright. She coughed again and turned her head to the side as she spat up more water, more spit, more bile. Her chest ached, her whole body ached again. She drew in a deep breath but didn’t say a word. She couldn’t speak. She wanted to go back.

Time seemed to drag on endlessly as Erin desperately waited for life to shudder back into Marley’s limp body. She couldn’t have been under long she guessed, judging from the timing of the noises she heard. Long enough, it seemed. In the same moment Marley’s lungs coughed up the contents of her bath water, a resounding chill crept up her spine. A chill easily overlooked in the moment. A chill that, Erin didn’t doubt, was just a reaction to the multitude of emotions that spilled out of her. If she remembered it all later, she’d realize it was far from that. But that wasn’t important right now.

As she wanted her lungs fight for air, a cry of her own broke through Marley’s sputtering. It was only when her vision blurred that Erin realized she was crying. Fat, wet tears dropping down her cheeks as steadily as the water overflowing onto the floor. “Hey, hey,” her voice soothed out, brushing back wet hair from her face as she choked up water, trying to persuade her with gentle prods to stay down. The relief was overwhelming but there wasn’t a word in the english language to describe how over she was with this bullshit. Had it even been a week since she’d nearly lost her to a portal? Now her own bathroom wasn’t safe? What was? “You’re okay,” she repeated, leaning forward instead to wrap her arms around her. She was breathing at least. That was a start. That was a very good start. She pulled away when she realized how hard she was squeezing her. “Sorry, I’m sor--don’t try to talk yet. Just lay there and take deep breaths for me right now. Okay?”

Marley sputtered. She wanted to go back. She had so many questions, still. Why had the tree done that? What was the shimmer? Why did he keep telling her not to come back? But then there was a voice above her, and someone was holding her, hugging her, tightly to them, and Marley remembered that she couldn’t go back. She had someone here. She had people here. She had a something more here. Marley blinked, trying to get her eyes to focus. Her head was pounding, and her throat hurt. She opened her mouth to talk, but then Erin told her not to. Why shouldn’t she talk? She didn’t remember what happened. Her body felt so stiff, so pained. Hadn’t she just gotten over that? From the portals? So, then, this wasn’t portal pain. She looked up into Erin’s eyes, blinking. “What--” she choked, “where…” Her head spun, the world above her spun. Every time she blinked, she saw words and faces etched against the back of her eyelids. She lifted her hands to press them into her eyes, trying to shake the feeling away. “Where am I?” she finally managed to mumble out.

“You’re with me. It’s okay,” Erin answered, straining to keep the panic from her voice and gingerly helped her turn onto her side, hand running down her back. Water pooled around her knees and she cursed under her breath. Reluctantly, she let go of Marley, scrambling and sliding to turn the faucet off. “You had an accident. Uh--a seizure, I guess and I found you in--” Her words were shaky no matter what she did and she couldn’t finish her thought as she peered down at Marley’s soaked, stiff form. Stiff. Like a corpse. Almost. Her throat grew dry. “You’re okay,” she assured her again, fingers moving along her head and neck, checking for damage under wet hair and clothes. The water was clear, no blood staining any droplets. That was a good sign, if she could find anything positive right now. Her ribs. Oh fuck. She’d just been pounding on her chest and her ribs were still healing. “I’m sorry, I had to--” she murmured without thinking, then quickly stopped and shook her head. “Just take a breath. A lot of breaths. Slow though, and try not to move too much right now.” She’d never assisted in a near drowning before but if that sounded like the right course. Here was hoping. Taking her own advice, she let out a long, heavy one herself. She couldn’t help her if she wasn’t settled herself. Something felt off. Something she couldn’t shake the longer she watched Marley struggling for breath. A suffocating dread that didn’t and wouldn’t loosen itself from her own lungs. She was quiet for a long moment before she managed a softer tone. “How are you feeling?”

You’re with me. Marley was confused. She knew it was Erin, but her brain was confused. She hadn’t been with Erin before, right? She’d been in that place. She’d seen it again. She wanted to go back. She had to stay here. Blinking, she coughed again, water dribbling from her mouth. Hands planted on the ground, cool linoleum against her palms. She shivered. There was something in the room with them. Something had happened again. She tried to push herself up but collapsed against the floor again. Erin was telling her not to move, just to breathe, but something wasn’t right. Bewildered, Marley looked back up at her. “I--” didn’t know what to say. She felt words dying on her tongue, drowned by the water in her lungs still. “Feel like shit,” she mumbled, putting her head in her hands. Her chest ached again. The world around her seemed to glitch for a moment-- it felt like a tear and a fear creeped back up her spin. Was it another portal? Opening here? No, no. It righted itself almost immediately and she blinked again. “Sorry,” she managed to grumble out, still laying on the floor, trying to catch her breath, “don’t know what happened. That’s never-- happened before.”

Erin’s eyes narrowed with shocked concern. “What? No, don’t be--” She shook her head again, trying to press Marley back down while reaching for the closest dry towel to put under her head. Feeling like shit tracked, considering. “What do you mean?” This was far from Marley’s first seizure. Erin had been present for enough of them to know how to handle that part. Make her comfortable, make sure she was safe, hydrated and to just be there until she came back to herself. This was what she’d been afraid of--of not being here. Between this and the car accident, and all the dangers that Marley encountered just existing in this town? She was exhausted and terrified and she wasn’t even the one who was actively enduring these traumas. Her mind jumped back to a few weeks ago and she settled onto her knees beside her, giving her space for now, pulling her shaky hands into her lap to calm them. “Was this like--before? Like when it was getting really bad?”

Marley scrunched her brows, trying to figure out how to say it. She didn’t really know what she meant, just that it had felt different this time. She had felt both pulled and repulsed from that place, like she needed to be there, she knew there were answers there-- but that place didn’t want her there. It didn’t. She didn’t care, she needed to go back. “Just-- different,” she answered, her mind still trying to keep up. “Not bad. Not like last time.” She wanted to reassure Erin, but she couldn’t find the right words. She laid her head down on the towel, wet hair still clinging to her face. “Just wrong place, wrong time I guess,” she muttered, finally moving her head to look up at Erin. Clarity found its way into her head for the first time since she’d sprung awake with water in her lungs. She even managed to smile. “Didn’t mean to worry you.”

Erin wasn’t sure what ‘different’ meant in this capacity, and with the way Marley struggled to explain, she had a feeling she didn’t exactly know either. She didn’t press it. For now. Wrong place, wrong time. She hated that too. Hated the lack of security that hung from those words and the implication that this kind of thing could have happened anywhere or that, inevitably, it could and probably happen again. Maybe not to this same degree but after a car accident and now this? Her stomach tied into thin, tight knots and she slumped to her knees into a puddle on the floor beside Marley. “You never do. And yet…” She tilted her head towards her, reaching to brush the hair from Marley’s face. The skin beneath her fingertips was clammy and cold but it was still comforting all the same and grew warmer the longer she held them against her cheek. Comforting because the warmth meant she was still with her. Still here. “You really, really scared me this time,” she said quietly, aware of how vulnerable even that small confession made her feel. “We should get you off this wet floor. Can you stand up yet? Do you need a few minutes?”

Marley stayed quiet and still, as Erin laid beside her, fingers brushing her cheek. This was new and strange and she felt so strangely vulnerable yet safe. How was that even possible? Her stomach churned. She’d wanted so bad to go back to that place, but would that mean leaving Erin behind? Would it mean leaving her here to find Marley’s body cold and lifeless? She took in a breath and held it. “I can probably stand,” she said on the release of her breath, “might just need some help.” Need somebody to lean on. She’d never assumed her life would be one that could be something for someone, could mean something for someone. But that’s why she’d done it, right? That’s why she’d pushed Erin out of the way of Roy’s anger and taken the hit herself. She’d meant something to someone and she couldn’t let something that precious die when she had the ability to save it. “Think you can manage?”

Erin’s chest constricted with each breath, like little tears lining her lungs making every inhale sharper than the last. Something was different. Not just the seizure or whatever was going on in Marley’s head, or even the brief waver she’d felt in the air earlier. The longer she sat here, the harder it was for her to pretend that she didn’t notice the extra beat between her ribs whenever their eyes met a little too long. “Yeah,” she nodded vigorously to make up for the way her voice cracked. “For you? Yeah, I think I can handle it.” Flashed a smile her way as she moved to stand, using the towel to dry some of the path. She groaned at the water dripping down from the side of the tub, splashing against the shallow flood slowly but surely enveloping the tiny room’s tiles. It wasn’t until now she realized she was nearly as soaked as Marley. Her black dress shirt clung to her skin, a heavy nuisance as she maneuvered around the other woman. “Christ, you made a mess in here, you know,” she chided gently, helping Marley to her feet, holding her close to both steady and support as they made their way towards Erin’s bedroom. “I don’t know what you do after something like this. Which means you know I’m going to have to call your doctor again so don’t even bother arguing with me about it. After we get you dried off,” she paused her nervous ramblings, glancing over to raise a brow in Marley’s direction. “Unless you still need to take that bath?”

Marley was quiet again. Erin was talking and saying things. Her voice was cracking, even though she was trying to give her usual witty banter to Marley. Trying to make anything feel normal or okay about this. Marley didn’t have much to say about any of it, though. She just took Erin’s hand gratefully and leaned against her and wondered why her chest felt like it was still being pushed on, as if someone was still trying to pump air into her lungs to the rhythm of Stayin’ Alive. She sagged against her and just smiled, despite herself. There wasn’t much to smile about, but how could she not? Her legs were jelly, and her arms felt like swinging ornaments at her sides. “Not unless you wanna go with me,” she mumbled, her mind not quite registering her words in its still strained state.

Marley was handling the walk better than she expected for what she’d just gone through. Worry still wracked Erin’s entire body but every even step elicited tendrils of relief that worked to calm her mind. But not her heart and not when she saw that smile on Marley’s face. Erin’s steadiness shattered at the innocent quip, standing with Marley still just as they were reaching the bed. She didn’t know what she was saying. An offhand comment. That was all. Exhaustion crinkled at the corner of her eyes. She was exhausted. And tonight, Erin had almost lost her. The weight of that sunk in, heavy and harsh enough in this silence to sink her in place. She’d almost lost her. Death was a familiar concept in these walls but attaching that concept to Marley wasn’t something her mind could wrap itself around. Death dwelled in most of this house but it didn’t belong in here. And not on Marley. Not yet. There was still time. They still had time.

She couldn’t manage the words to fill this new, awkward quiet. The only thing she could muster was a half smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Marley’s clothes, which already had a place in one of her drawers, were dropped onto the bed next before Erin realized she’d stepped aside to grab them. Time felt weird and she was painfully aware of the absence her hand left now. “I should go call the doctor, see what I need to do--” she gestured with her thumb behind her but her mind was elsewhere and her sentence frayed off with it. She started slow steps backwards when she stopped again only a few feet from the door. A sudden spark of fleeting annoyance across her face, straightening her shoulders almost indignantly. “You can’t just say things like that. I’m not--you can’t--just don’t, okay?”

It wasn’t like Erin to be silent like this, but Marley let her be and focused on careful footsteps as they made it down the hall to the bedroom. Her mind wasn’t exactly gone, but it wasn’t quite there either, she was still trying to fight off visions of that place, with the tree, the man, the strange world. She sank onto the bed when they made it in, and still, Erin hadn’t said anything. She was sitting on the bed beside Marley for a moment, before she moved away, almost mechanically, over to the dresser, where some of Marley’s clothes had been stored. She’d never stored her clothes at another person’s place before. Not even with Anita. She’d left jackets and pants and boots behind-- sometimes even bras or underwear-- but never a drawer full of anything. It was strange how not strange it was here, with Erin.

She put her hands on the pile of clothes and nodded as Erin got back up and headed towards the door. Call the doctor, good idea. Probably a good idea. Not really much a doctor could do about having a seizure in the tub, but probably a good idea that she knew it happened. Marley was still getting used to that idea. Then Erin was talking again and her voice was harsher and Marley was confused a moment. She opened her mouth, then closed it. Felt her chest clenching, like ice in her heart. “Okay,” was all she said. She’d pushed too far again, just like when she’d kissed Erin in front of their stupid Christmas presents. She swallowed and nodded to herself, slowly reaching to peel the wet shirt off her body.

Erin stood for a moment, waiting to see if Marley was going to say anything else. When she didn’t, the guilt that trickled in for her small outburst fueled her frustration. She knew it was unfair and unwarranted but all she could manage was an “Okay” in return, short and cross like moments ago but flavored with uncertainty. Turning on her heel, her cheeks flushed red as she rushed out the door. What was she doing? She stopped, turned to stomp back into the room. Stopped again just outside the door. No. This was stupid. She was being stupid. And she wasn’t done.

Her throat ran dry as she stormed back in, tripping over some of the gusto that fell to the floor with Marley’s shirt. She tried again. “No. No. It’s not okay, you asshole. You can’t just flirt with me after you almost died in my arms in my bathroom or after disappearing into a portal for a week with no word. Not when I’m trying so, so hard to not think about Christmas or how you let a woman you love and fought for just... walk away. For me.” She was rambling again, she knew it, grabbing at snippets of their recent past in a frenzied rush. But she couldn’t stop it either. There was a point. She was getting there. She was sure of it. For once she didn’t think, she was too tired to think and too tired to fight. So she continued, the anger dissolving from her voice the longer she spoke. Her eyes fell to her’s, raw and open, like she was torn from stem to sternum. “I love you. Like in a really big, annoying way that keeps me up at night and makes me call the police station a thousand times when I can’t find you.” She stared for a moment, realizing what she’d done, the words that had actually come out of her mouth and froze. “So… no, Marley. It’s not okay.”

Erin left and that really shoulda been that. Marley didn’t expect what happened next. Maybe she should have, but she didn’t. How could she have? People didn’t love her, not really. Anita hadn’t loved her as much as she had thought, and maybe Marley wasn’t as capable of it as she thought she was. She’d fought tooth and nail to figure out how she could love, if someone like her could love. If loving meant she wasn’t a monster anymore, or if she wasn’t a monster at all because she was loved. Her eyes went up to Erin’s when she came storming back in, but she still didn’t speak, hands dropping as she let go of her shirt, dropping it to the floor. She listened and waited and felt her insides doing something strange. Her throat felt tight, so tight, but there was too much oxygen in her lungs, now, and her head felt like it was floating. She just stared at Erin, for a long time, even after she’d finished her little tirade. She didn’t mind. No, she didn’t mind at all.

Maybe she’d known it when she’d first looked at her phone and found over 30 missed calls and more missed messages. Maybe she’d known when Erin had nearly cried over her car accident. Maybe she’d known when Erin looked at her with those eyes after Marley told her she’d let Anita leave for her. Maybe she’d known when Erin was the one who stuck around after Marley pushed everyone else away. Maybe she’d known the second she’d pushed Erin out of Roy’s warpath.

Maybe she’d just always known. She didn’t move, just smiled. “I love you, too.”

Erin stood stunned to her spot. Speechless as she watched Marley’s lips curl up into a smile and let those four words repeat in her head. Let them sink in. She had said that, right? The smile confirmed it. Marley didn’t smile much, not like that, but she was smiling at her and Erin slowly smiled back. Her entire body unclenched, slowly sagging with relief as tense muscles calmed. Marley didn’t say anything else after her rambling speech and it while she felt the irritation nagging under her skin for it, but she supposed that was part of the reason she loved her, huh? Somewhere along the line, it’d become as endearing as it was annoying. She wouldn’t change it for anything though.

She slipped onto the bed next to her, out of words, a little shy but still smiling. And sure. Her eyes searched hers for a moment, dropping briefly to her lips, then back up. Felt a warmth spread through her when she remembered Christmas, how familiar and right Marley’s lips were against her own. It’d been terrifying at the time and she understood with alarming clarity why exactly that was. Tentatively, her fingers grazed against her cheek, over the scars that marred her cheek and her chest swelled as she leaned in closer. She didn’t want to think about anything outside of this room, about cleaning up the bathroom or calling the doctor. She’d get there. She would. She always did. Right now she just wanted to feel that familiarity again. “Can I--?”

The moments between Marley’s confession and Erin moving towards her were like long, arduous eons. Even though Erin had confessed the words first, Marley hadn’t been able to find anything more to say than those few back. She wasn’t sure there was anything to say, even though the flicker of annoyance across Erin’s face-- something she recognized oh so well, how many times had she seen it when Marley had said something stupid? It was as frustrating as it was endearing-- told her that might not be true. She blamed it on having almost drowned. Once again, her breath left her, but it wasn’t taken by water, only by fingers grazing across her cheek, over the scars that she sometimes forgot existed, until she saw her reflection in anything. She reached up and put her hand over Erin’s. “I thought you’d never ask,” she said.

Erin’s heart pounded furiously in her chest and for the first time in a long time it wasn’t because she was running from the horrors that popped up like weeds in this town. Pluck one out and another popped up in its place the next day. There was fear, she wouldn’t deny that. But this was Marley. She was safe with her, and she was loved, and there was no more hesitation when she closed the distance between their lips. Her fingers threaded into her hair, slow and sure. Cautious of her injuries as she pulled her closer--and she was right about before. This was right and it was hard not to quickly lose herself in the peace that her touch brought. When she pulled away, she kept her forehead pressed to hers as she caught her breath, eyes closed, a small smile stuck in place at the corner of her lips. “I’m sorry I yelled,” she murmured on a soft breath, pulling her head up to find her eyes properly again, soft and vulnerable. And uncertain--but just for a moment. Just when she remembered how spectacularly terrible Christmas had ended. “Is this still okay?”

As a mara, Marley had the ability to take people’s breath. But the second Erin’s lips touched her, it was exactly the opposite, as someone else was now stealing hers. And she didn’t care. She liked it. A lot. She lifted her own hands, cupping Erin’s face, kissing her back. Finally kissing her again, after she’d thought about it for so long. She never thought she’d get this, not again. Not after she’d chosen to leave it the first time. And not Erin, surely not Erin. Not stubborn, unstoppable, compassionate Erin. So fragile, so human Erin. She pulled away and leaned her forehead against Marley’s and Marley looked at her with unblinking eyes. “S’okay,” she mumbled, both tired and giddy from everything that had happened, was still happening, “I deserved it a little.” Maybe a lot. She didn’t know. She just kissed her again. That would answer her question, right? It was okay. It was so okay. It was more than okay. It felt natural, it felt like there wasn’t six months between this kiss and the last one. It felt like she’d always been kissing her, holding her. It felt unreal. Maybe she was dreaming. She didn’t know what that felt like, but it was possible, if it’d happened before. But, no-- this felt too real to be anything like that. It was even more real than that place, with the tree. Too real. She pulled away again to breathe. “I saw that place again,” she mumbled, “when I--” almost drowned. She didn’t want to keep things from Erin. She should probably know. “It keeps trying to...pull me back.”

You didn’t, was on the tip of Erin’s tongue when got her answer in the most Marley way possible. Not a single word necessary. This time she didn’t mind. Didn’t huff or tilt her head in annoyance when she didn’t get the verbal response she thought she wanted. By some near-fatal, miraculous series of events, this had turned out better than she could have hoped for. Almost too good to be true. But that wasn’t entirely accurate. Every part of their relationship was riddled with scars and the general wear and tear of rough edges colliding. There wasn’t a day that had gone by since Marley had dropped that body bag into her basement over a year ago that hadn’t required work. It was good, hard, important work. The kind of work not many people in their lives would dedicate to strengthening a sustainable foundation. Somewhere along the line, they’d managed it. The thought comforted her and she let herself slip into an embrace that felt new and comfortable and made her heart pound furiously all at once. Her eyes struggled to open, her mind reluctant to return to her as Marley spoke. “Pull you back?” Definitely didn’t like the sound of that. Straightening, she sat back, unprepared to digest this new information when that had just happened. “It’s the same place? Again? What do you--I don’t understand. Are you sure? What do they want? And why do they want you?”

If it weren’t for the weariness growing in Marley’s bones, she would have asked to stay like that. But her strength was slowly waning, and visions of that place were coming back to her like old film reels. This strange yet familiar feeling building inside of her was the only thing keeping her grounded, keeping her from drifting back away. She could feel something heavy in her muscles, and looked down to the bite marks that marred her body, both healed but unable to heal completely. “I’m sure,” she said, “I don’t-- don’t think it’s anyone. Think it’s more...the place.” The feeling of it. The idea that there could be answers there. Answers she needed. Marley scrubbed at her eyes. She hadn’t felt such exhaustion since getting back from the portal. “Don’t think it wants me, either. I keep coming back, don’t I?”

“So... it keeps pulling you in and then spitting you back out? What’s the point of that?” Erin questioned, though she was sure Marley was just as confused as she was. Astral realms, dream scapes? She was only just now getting a firmer idea of how the magic Josephine kept promising her functioned. But this? This blew her comfort level right out of the water. “How often is this happening? Just when you’re sleeping? Or when you get hit with a seizure? Both?” That tension in muscles crept their way back up her shoulders again when it became clear this had become a priority. Her safety was always at the top of that list. “I don’t know how the hell to help you with this but I can’t try if you don’t talk to me.” Right there was one of the cracks in that foundation. Old habits die hard, Erin supposed. She took her hand, pulling it into Erin’s lap with both of hers. “Is there more I don’t know?”

“Don’t really know,” Marley answered quietly. Words were quickly failing her. Her eyes were drooping fast. “I think it’s like-- some part of me is still there. From when I-- when I almost, you know.” She motioned to her head. “That was the first time I saw it. I didn’t know what it was or where I was. Kinda thought it might’ve been hell or some bullshit like that.” Not that she really believed in a hell. Death was just death, and it ended in nothing and a rotting body. “Not very often,” she answered. She didn’t want to tell Erin the truth behind it, but she had to. She knew she had to. “It only happens when I-- get close to that again. Close to--” dying. She swallowed. “It’s gotta be about that, then, right? About dying.”

“Dying? You think almost dying keeps triggering this?” Erin couldn’t stop the scoff that followed. “No. That’s--” Erin turned to face her better, poised to argue that her theory was a little dramatic. But it wasn’t. Proof soaked her damp dress shirt just the same as it marked bruises down Marley’s ribs. Between the car accident, the portal incident and now this? “Too often, you mean,” she corrected. Most people had heard about those supposed out of body experiences when someone was on the brink of death. Distinctly remembered rolling her eyes and laughing at some of the stuff people came up with and wondered how much Unsolved Mysteries paid for this particular brand of garbage. Her eyes dropped to their fingers and she shrugged one shoulder. “If that’s the case, then this whole thing’s already solved. Stop almost dying. There. Done. Personally, I’d appreciate it.”

Marley was quiet for a moment. She knew Erin was both serious and joking. Her tone didn’t sound like it was, but she had to know the dangers of this town, of Marley’s job, of Marley’s species. She was forced to feed on other sentient beings, and even some of the more heinous monsters-- like vampires and zombies-- even looked down on the mara for it. At least they could feed on animals. At least they didn’t destroy a person completely while feeding from them. She drew in a breath. “Not sure it’s all that easy, but I’ll give it a try,” she answered, tugging on her hand. Squeezed it. “I’ll do my best. Wouldn’t wanna leave JD and Jose all alone in your care, anyway. Do you even know how often Jose molts?” She grinned, trying to make things light. Trying to pull them away from the shadows that look like the ones that had tried to eat Marley alive in that portal. The ones that still tried.

Erin wanted to laugh, could feel it tickling her chest, but her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes right away. “I’ll believe it when I see it. Which means I’m going to need you to try harder than you have been. And if you can’t do it for me, do it for JD and Jose because there’s no way in hell you’re sadling me with an oversized hare with horns and a giant spider. No. Absolutely not.” Her head shook through that last sentence and her words came out sure, but they probably both knew she was just making a liar out of herself if it ever came down to it. She kept glancing down at their hands unconsciously. Was this their normal now? Just like that? Question after question piled up on her tongue. About this. About them. About this place that kept trying to pull her away. One look at the exhaustion in Marley’s eyes held them all back. Her eyes narrowed slightly and she looked at her hands one more time before finding Marley’s again. “Whatever you need, you’ve got it. We’ll figure this out.” She smiled again, nudging her arm gently. “We took on a supernatural crime boss. This isn’t anything we can handle. Probably. Either way, it’s just a bad dream we’ll forget all about in a few years time.” Placing her other hand on top of the once in her lap, she took a breath, eyes lingering respectfully, and briefly, along Marley’s exposed skin before she turned away. “You should finish getting dressed and lie down. I’ve got a bathroom to deflood.”

“Tarantula,” Marley corrected, “she’s a tarantula.” A question popped into her head, though, and Marley had to wonder if this was fair. Erin was talking about about years, and Marley...didn’t expect to live anymore than about two more. She’d never even expected to get this far. Not with what she was, the way she lived. She was surprised death hadn’t come for her yet. It had certainly tried, several times. And yet she was still here. Maybe she could try and stick around for a few extra, then, if it was for Erin. She could probably pull that off. “I can’t dream, remember?” she teased, squeezing Erin’s hand when she looked down at their hands again. Did it not feel real enough? Marley wanted to make sure Erin knew it was real. She lifted a hand from their laps and curled her fingers around Erin’s chin before she leaned in again and kissed her. She wasn’t always good with words, but actions-- she could do those. She was good at that. “I’ll do it for you,” she said, before she let go of her, reluctantly, and reached back around to the dry clothes placed next to her, “JD and Jose can take care of themselves. You seem like you need a hand through all this.” A tease as she smirked at her. There was probably shit they needed to talk about, she’d learned that lesson already with Anita, but for tonight, they could rest in the knowledge that it was finally real. “Go clean up the bathroom. Just come back soon.”

#wickedswriting #chatzy #chatzy: marley #blinding lights #car accident tw #head trauma tw

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bolintheturtleduck · 4 years ago

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Song Ranking

So I did that song ranking thing and it took HOURS. literal HOURS. Don’t ever do it, I won’t even link it. I hated doing it. But here is my list. And dare I say my Top 130 is immaculate hjgkhg

Some of this is not really accurate though. Could be me or the generator. Like ‘Cold Hearted’ being 500 something???? Not in my house.

Also don’t go looking for christmas songs. They are all somewhere down there lmao

Anyways! Let’s go!

1 Nasty / Rhythm Nation

1 Rumour Has It / Someone Like You

3 Be Okay

4 Love You Like A Love Song

4 Seasons Of Love

6 Mustang Sally

7 So Emotional

8 Tightrope

9 Barely Breathing

10 Cough Syrup

11 Shake It Out

11 The Boy Is Mine

13 Back To Black

14 Valerie

15 Paradise By The Dashboard Light

16 River Deep, Mountain High

17 Problem

18 Faithfully

19 Gloria

20 I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You

21 How Will I Know

22 We Are Young

23 How To Be A Heartbreaker

24 Hand In My Pocket / I Feel The Earth Move

25 If I Die Young

26 I Feel Pretty / Unpretty

27 Bust Your Windows

28 Candyman

29 American Boy

30 I Can't Go For That (No Can Do) / You Make My Dreams

31 If I Can't Have You

32 It's All Coming Back To Me Now

33 Crazy / U Drive Me Crazy

34 ABC

35 Bad Romance

36 It's Too Late

37 Hungry Like The Wolf / Rio

38 I Wish

39 Need You Now

40 Landslide

41 Start Me Up / Livin' On A Prayer

42 Thriller / Heads Will Roll

43 What Doesn't Kill You (Stronger)

44 There Are Worse Things I Could Do

45 Losing My Religion

46 The Edge Of Glory

47 Teenage Dream (Acoustic Version)

48 Make You Feel My Love

49 My Prerogative

50 Singing In The Rain / Umbrella

51 Songbird

52 Spotlight

53 Mine

54 Take Me Or Leave Me

55 Take Me To Church

56 No Surrender

57 Never Say Never

58 Constant Craving

59 Brave

60 Born This Way

61 Pumpin' Blood

62 Blame It (On The Alcohol)

63 Glad You Came

64 Give Your Heart A Break

65 It's All Over

66 It's Not Right, But It's Okay

67 Everybody Talks

68 Here Comes The Sun

69 Into The Groove

70 In Your Eyes

71 I Don't Want To Know

72 I Lived

73 I Kissed A Girl

74 Halo / Walking On Sunshine

75 You Can't Stop The Beat

76 She's Not There

77 Nutbush City Limits

78 True Colors

79 Can't Fight This Feeling

80 Breakaway

81 Dancing Queen

82 Don't Stop Me Now

83 And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going

84 Empire State Of Mind

85 Doo Wop (That Thing)

86 Arthur's Theme

87 Happy Days Are Here Again / Get Happy

88 Toxic

89 This Is The New Year

90 Last Name

91 3

92 A Change Would Do You Good

93 Got To Get You Into My Life

94 Tongue Tied

95 Smooth Criminal

96 Papa Don't Preach

97 Animal

97 Another One Bites The Dust

99 Don't Speak

100 Don't You Want Me

101 A Hard Day's Night

102 Some Nights

103 Somebody That I Used To Know

104 Superstition

105 Survivor / I Will Survive

106 My Life Would Suck Without You

107 The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

108 Misery

109 My Love Is Your Love

110 Somewhere Only We Know

111 Blow Me (One Last Kiss)

112 Me Against The Music

113 I Follow Rivers

114 Mean

115 Here's To Us

116 Stronger

117 Summer Nights

118 Make No Mistake, She's Mine

119 Love Song

120 Waiting For A Girl Like You

121 We Got The Beat

122 We Found Love

123 We've Got Tonite

124 Love Shack

125 The Scientist

126 Love Is A Battlefield

127 Run Joey Run

128 Wings

129 When I Get You Alone

130 Uptown Girl

131 Roots Before Branches

132 I'm The Only One

132 I've Gotta Be Me

134 Hopelessly Devoted To You

135 Hit Me With Your Best Shot / One Way Or Another

136 Dinosaur

137 Dog Days Are Over

138 Hung Up

139 Everytime

140 Go Your Own Way

141 Every Breath You Take

142 Fire And Rain

143 Fighter

144 Not While I'm Around

145 Not The Boy Next Door

146 Fly / I Believe I Can Fly

147 Girl On Fire

148 Oops!... I Did It Again

149 Stop! In The Name Of Love / Free Your Mind

150 Stereo Hearts

151 Bills, Bills, Bills

152 Somebody Loves You

153 Hold It Against Me

154 Turning Tables

155 Wide Awake

156 You May Be Right

157 Cell Block Tango

158 A Boy Like That

159 All Out Of Love

160 Alfie

161 Jessie's Girl

162 I'm A Slave 4 U

163 I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

164 I'll Stand By You (Amber)

165 I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)

166 Let Me Love You (Until You Learn To Love Yourself)

167 Lovefool

168 Just Can't Get Enough

169 Just Give Me A Reason

170 Keep Holding On

171 Like A Virgin

172 New York State Of Mind

173 My Dark Side

174 More Than A Feeling

174 My Cup

176 I Want To Hold Your Hand

177 I Want To Break Free

178 I Want To Know What Love Is

179 I Want You Back

180 Teenage Dream

181 Take My Breath Away

182 America

183 Glory Days

184 I Say A Little Prayer

184 I Wanna Sex You Up

186 I Will Always Love You

187 A Thousand Years

188 Like A Prayer

189 Don't Rain On My Parade

190 Disco Inferno

191 Don't Stop Believin' (Regionals)

192 Dream On

193 Get It Right

194 Gold Digger

195 Telephone

196 Without You

197 You're The One That I Want

198 Tell Him

199 Let Me Love You

200 Good Vibrations

200 Raise Your Glass

202 Run The World (Girls)

203 Gimme More

204 Hey Jude

204 How Deep Is Your Love

206 Higher Ground

207 Vogue

208 Something's Coming

209 Footloose

210 Forget You

211 Gives You Hell

212 Everybody Wants To Rule The World

213 Far From Over

214 Fat Bottomed Girls

215 Hair / Crazy In Love

216 Hall Of Fame

216 Hello

216 Hello, I Love You

216 Somebody To Love

216 Time Warp

216 To Love You More

222 Last Friday Night

223 Hate On Me

224 Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'

225 Locked Out Of Heaven

226 Rose's Turn

227 Everybody Hurts

227 Express Yourself

227 Loser

227 Shout It Out Loud

231 Signed, Sealed, Delivered I'm Yours

232 Pompeii

233 Party All The Time

234 Our Day Will Come

235 Perfect

236 Old Time Rock & Roll / Danger Zone

237 Greased Lightning

237 Happy Xmas (War Is Over)

237 Live While We're Young

240 Firework

240 Love Child

242 Fire

243 You're All I Need To Get By

244 The Scientist (Acapella)

245 Afternoon Delight

246 Against All Odds (Take A Look At Me Now)

247 Listen To Your Heart

248 Tik Tok

249 You Keep Me Hangin' On

250 The Rose

251 You Can't Always Get What You

Want

252 Let's Have A Kiki

252 Listen

254 Pretending

255 More Than A Woman

256 More Than Words

257 Hot For Teacher

257 No One Is Alone

257 Not The End

257 Nowadays / Hot Honey Rag 257 O Christmas Tree

257 One Hand, One Heart

257 One

257 Only Child

257 Proud Mary

266 Heroes

267 Hey Ya!

268 Getting Married Today

268 Happy

270 Hell To The No

271 Night Fever

271 Sgt. Pepper's Lonley Hearts Club

Band

273 The Music Of The Night

273 The Only Exception 273 The Rain In Spain 273 The Safety Dance 273 Thousand Miles 278 Billionaire

278 God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen 278 The Happening

278 The Lady Is A Tramp

282 Borderline / Open Your Heart 282 Born To Hand Jive

284 Control

284 The Longest Time

286 Give Up The Funk

287 Chasing Pavements

288 Man In The Mirror

288 Say

288 Sexy And I Know It 288 Shout

292 Marry The Night

293 Mamma Mia

294 Loser Like Me

295 Don't Stop Believin' (Season 1)

296 Colorblind

297 Diva

297 Don't Cry For Me Argentina

299 Don't Dream It's Over

300 Let It Be

301 Don't Stop

302 Highway To Hell

302 Hold On

302 Holding Out For A Hero 302 We Will Rock You

302 What I Did For Love

302 What It Feels Like For A Girl

308 Take On Me

309 For Once In My Life

309 Good Riddance (Time Of Your

Life)

309 Hello Goodbye

309 Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen, Hello Love

309 Home

309 Homeward Bound / Home 309 Honesty

309 Human Nature

317 Drive My Car

317 For Good

317 I'll Remember

320 I'll Stand By You (Cory)

321 On My Own

321 Taking Chances

321 The Bitch Is Back / Dress You Up 321 Werewolves Of London

325 My Man

326 My Life

327 My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)

327 Never Going Back Again 327 No Scrubs

330 Creep

331 Come What May

332 Never Can Say Goodbye

333 Who Are You Now?

334 You Give Love A Bad Name

335 Womanizer

336 Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

337 Come See About Me

337 P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) 337 People

337 Popular

337 River

337 Roar

337 Rolling In The Deep 337 Santa Baby

345 Boogie Shoes

346 At Last

347 I'm The Greatest Star

348 Jar Of Hearts

349 It's Time

350 It's My Life / Confessions Part II

351 It's Not Unusual

352 I'm So Excited

352 I'm Still Here

354 Don't Stop Believin' (Season 5) 354 Don't You (Forget About Me) 354 Dreams

354 Unchained Melody

354 Uptown Funk

359 Bohemian Rhapsody

359 Don't Stop Believin' (Rachel) 359 Lucky

362 Don't Stand So Close To Me /

Young Girl

363 Bridge Over Troubled Water

363 Bust A Move

365 Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee

366 Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee

(Reprise)

367 Longest Time

368 Applause

369 All Of Me

370 Any Way You Want It

370 Anything Could Happen

372 Red Solo Cup

372 Rock Lobster

372 Rockin' Around The Christmas

Tree 372 Rockstar

376 Saving All My Love For You

377 (I've Had) The Time Of My Life

377 Piano Man 377 Poison 377 Poker Face

381 A House Is Not A Home

382 4 Minutes

383 Black Or White

384 Blackbird

385 All By Myself

385 Smile

385 You Make Me Feel So Young

388 Wrecking Ball

389 (You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural

Woman

389 (You're) Having My Baby

391 Superman

392 Ain't No Way

392 Stayin' Alive

394 Still Got Tonight

394 The Most Wonderful Day Of The

Year

394 The Way You Look Tonight / You're Never Fully Dressed Without A

Smile 394 This Time

394 Whatever Happened To Saturday Night?

399 They Long To Be Close To You

400 All About That Bass 400 Sing!

400 So Far Away

400 Some People

404 Addicted To Love

404 Moves Like Jagger / Jumpin' Jack Flash

404 Sing

404 Someday We'll Be Together 404 Somethin' Stupid

404 Something

404 Somewhere

404 Stand

412 Scream

413 Rather Be

414 Next To Me

414 No Air

414 Papa Can You Hear Me? 414 Physical

414 Piece Of My Heart

414 Pinball Wizard

414 Pony

414 Rehab

422 La Isla Bonita

422 Lean On Me

422 Let's Wait Awhile

422 Little Drummer Boy

422 Little Girls

427 Light Up The World

428 Science Fiction Double Feature

428 Silent Night 428 Silly Love Songs

431 Le Jazz Hot

432 Out Here On My Own

432 Pure Imagination

434 School's Out

435 Hey, Soul Sister

435 I Kissed A Girl (Season Six) 435 Sway

438 I Believe In A Thing Called Love

439 I Have Nothing

440 I Am Changing

441 I Saw Her Standing There

441 I Was Here

441 I Won't Give Up

441 I'll Be Home For Christmas 441 I'll Never Fall In Love Again 446 Funny Girl

446 I Look To You

446 I Only Have Eyes For You 446 I Still Believe / Super Bass 446 Story Of My Life

451 I Love New York / New York, New

York

452 What Makes You Beautiful

453 What The World Needs Now

454 An Innocent Man

454 Bad

454 Because You Loved Me

454 Bein' Green

454 ByeByeBye/IWantItThatWay 454 IfIWereABoy

454 Take A Bow

454 Take Me Home Tonight

462 Barracuda

463 Beauty School Drop Out

464 Chandelier

465 Baby It's You

466 It Must Have Been Love

467 At The Ballet

468 Baby One More Time

469 Beautiful

469 Being Alive

469 We Built This City

472 Being Good Isn't Good Enough 472 I Just Can't Stop Loving You 472 I Love It

472 Isn't She Lovely

476 All That Jazz

476 Blurred Lines

476 Bootylicious

476 Extraordinary Merry Christmas 476 Father Figure

476 Fight For Your Right (To Party)

476 Flashdance... What A Feeling

483 I Don't Know How To Love Him

484 Fix You

484 I Could Have Danced All Night 486 Push It

486 Rainbow Connection 486 Rise

489 Promises, Promises

490 Oh Chanukah

490 Ohio

490 One Love (People Get Ready) 490 Only The Good Die Young 494 Baby

494 Dancing With Myself

494 Defying Gravity

497 Baby, It's Cold Outside

498 Cherish / Cherish

498 Christmas Wrapping 498 Closer

498 Downtown

498 Endless Love

498 Forever Young

498 Friday I'm In Love 498 Friday

498 Gangnam Style

498 Get Back

498 Safety Dance

509 Cold Hearted

510 Clarity

511 Centerfold / Hot In Herre

511 Just The Way You Are 513 Jumpin', Jumpin'

513 Kiss

515 Juke Box Hero

515 L-O-V-E

517 Jolene

518 Jump

518 La Cucaracha

520 Dream A Little Dream

521 A Little Less Conversation

521 Beth

521 Bitch

521 Don't Sleep In The Subway 521 Girls Just Want To Have Fun 521 Have Yourself A Merry Little

Christmas 521 Help!

521 I Dreamed A Dream 521 I'm His Child

521 I'm Still Standing 521 Ice Ice Baby

521 Imagine

521 In My Life

521 It's A Man's Man's Man's World 521 Lose My Breath

521 Memory

521 Outcast

521 Over The Rainbow

521 Same Love

521 Santa Claus Is Coming To Town 521 Teach Your Children

521 Tell Me Something Good

521 The Final Countdown

521 Uptight (Everything's Alright) 545 Big Ass Heart

545 I Love L.A.

545 I Melt With You

548 Big Girls Don't Cry

548 Mary's Boy Child

548 O Holy Night

548 On Our Way

548 One Bourbon, One Scotch, One

Beer

548 One Less Bell To Answer

554 Maybe This Time 554 My Favourite Things 554 My Sharona

557 Marry You

558 Cool

559 Cool Kids

560 Celebrity Skin

560 Cheek To Cheek

560 Dance The Night Away

560 Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend / Material Girl

560 Don't Go Breaking My Heart 560 Don't Wanna Lose You

560 Feliz Navidad

560 Here Comes Santa Claus 560 I Know What Boys Like

560 I Know Where I've Been 560 Trouty Mouth

571 Total Eclipse Of The Heart

572 Don't Make Me Over

573 Call Me Maybe

574 We Are The Champions

575 Time After Time

576 Bring Him Home

576 Broadway Baby 576 Buenos Aires 576 Burning Up 576 Yesterday

581 Boys / Boyfriend

582 Mercy

582 You Get What You Give

582 You Have More Friends Than You

Know

582 You Learn / You've Got A Friend

582 You Should Be Dancing

582 You're All The World To Me 582 You're My Best Friend

582 You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin' 590 Break Free

590 Jingle Bell Rock 590 Jingle Bells

590 Joy To The World 590 One Of Us

590 Tonight

590 You're The Top

590 You've Got To Hide Your Love

Away

590 Your Song

599 To Sir, With Love

600 Torn

601 Wake Me Up

601 Wannabe

601 Wedding Bell Blues

604 Touch A Touch A Touch A Touch Me

604 UpUpUp

606 All Or Nothing

606 Alone

606 Cry

606 Leaving On A Jet Plane

606 Let It Go

606 Mickey

606 Movin' Out (Anthony's Song) 606 Mr. Roboto / Counting Stars 606 Try A Little Tenderness

606 U Can't Touch This

606 Uninvited

606 Vacation

606 Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' 606 What Kind Of Fool

606 Whistle

606 Will You Love Me Tomorrow /

Head Over Feet 606 Wishin' And Hoping

606 YouAndI/YouAndI

624 Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?

624 Do You Hear What I Hear? 624 Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh

Yeah)

624 Lucky Star

624 Merry Christmas Darling 629 Damn It, Janet

629 Danny's Song

629 Daydream Believer

629 Deck The Rooftop

629 Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead 634 All I Want For Christmas Is You 634 Angels We Have Heard On High 634 Anything Goes / Anything You Can

634 As If We Never Said Goodbye

634 As Long As You're There 634 Bamboleo / Hero

634 Bella Notte

634 Copacabana

634 Do They Know It's Christmas? 634 Last Christmas

634 Let It Snow

634 We Need A Little Christmas

634 Welcome Christmas

634 Whenever I Call You Friend

634 Whip It

634 You Are The Sunshine Of My Life

650 All You Need Is Love

651 Americano / Dance Again

652 Crush

653 Big Spender

653 Make 'Em Laugh

653 White Christmas

653 Yeah!

657 (Charlie Chaplin song)

657 (originally by Michael Bublé) 657 Away In A Manger

657 Baby Got Back

657 Christmas Eve With You 657 Come Sail Away

657 You Are Woman, I Am Man 657 You Spin Me Round (Like A

Record)

665 You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch

666 Starlight Express

666 The Trolley Song

666 The Winner Takes It All

666 There's A Light (Over At The

Frankenstein Place) 670 Take Care Of Yourself

671 Sweet Caroline

672 Ben

672 Best Day Of My Life 672 Blue Christmas

672 Candles

676 Starships

676 Suddenly Seymour 676 Sweet Transvestite

679 Thong Song

680 The Fox (What Does The Fox

Say?)

680 The Living Years

682 The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late)

682 The First Noël

#once again i am telling all of you to not do it #ANYWAYS!#glee song ranking

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once again i spent hours of my life answering >5000 questions in order to sort almost all of the glee songs ever (there’s 683 songs in the sorter when there’s over 700 on the show) anyway if you wanna see my rankings for those then check it out <3 [also here’s the sorter!]

1 Being Alive 2 Rose's Turn 3 Baby, It's Cold Outside 4 Le Jazz Hot 5 Maybe This Time 6 And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going 7 Come What May 8 To Sir, With Love 9 As If We Never Said Goodbye 10 Valerie 11 Somewhere Only We Know 12 Cough Syrup 13 Teenage Dream 14 Not The Boy Next Door 15 It's Too Late 16 It's My Life / Confessions Part II 17 Start Me Up / Livin' On A Prayer 18 When I Get You Alone 19 The Happening 20 The Boy Is Mine 21 Home 22 Don't You Want Me 23 How Will I Know 24 Bad Romance 25 Not While I'm Around 26 Scream 27 Shake It Out 28 On My Own 29 Hate On Me 30 Bills, Bills, Bills 31 4 Minutes 32 True Colors 33 There Are Worse Things I Could Do 34 Go Your Own Way 35 Jessie's Girl 36 Proud Mary 37 Tongue Tied 38 Last Christmas 39 Somebody Loves You 40 Back To Black 41 Sweet Transvestite 42 For Good 43 At The Ballet 44 Gloria 45 Blame It (On The Alcohol) 46 Like A Prayer 47 So Emotional 48 Misery 49 Nasty / Rhythm Nation 50 Toxic 51 Don't Speak 52 Born This Way 53 Dog Days Are Over 54 Defying Gravity 55 Last Name 56 Womanizer 57 I Will Always Love You 58 Broadway Baby 59 The Lady Is A Tramp 60 I'm A Slave 4 U 61 Centerfold / Hot In Herre 62 Thriller / Heads Will Roll 63 Bust Your Windows 64 Candyman 65 Brave 66 Boys / Boyfriend 67 The Scientist 68 The Scientist (Acapella) 69 Dream On 70 Hey Jude 71 I Lived 72 I'm Still Here 73 I Believe In A Thing Called Love 74 Me Against The Music 75 Like A Virgin 76 My Man 77 Everybody Wants To Rule The World 78 I Have Nothing 79 Blackbird 80 Got To Get You Into My Life 81 Animal 82 3 83 I Follow Rivers 84 Just The Way You Are 85 Constant Craving 86 Don't Stop Me Now 87 Hung Up 88 Let's Have A Kiki 89 Love Shack 90 Marry The Night 91 Hit Me With Your Best Shot / One Way Or Another 92 It's Not Right, But It's Okay 93 I Want To Hold Your Hand 94 All You Need Is Love 95 Getting Married Today 96 Don't Rain On My Parade 97 Don't Stop Believin' (Regionals) 98 We've Got Tonite 99 Smooth Criminal 100 Uptown Girl 101 Sway 102 If I Die Young 103 No One Is Alone 104 Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee 105 No Scrubs 106 Mamma Mia 107 Papa Don't Preach 108 Teenage Dream (Acoustic Version) 109 Santa Baby 110 We Found Love 111 Roar 112 She's Not There 113 Spotlight 114 The Way You Look Tonight/You're Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile 115 Some Nights 116 Rumour Has It / Someone Like You 117 You Make Me Feel So Young 118 You Keep Me Hangin' On 119 I'll Stand By You (Amber) 120 Hand In My Pocket / I Feel The Earth Move 121 Crazy / U Drive Me Crazy 122 Funny Girl 123 Cold Hearted 124 Keep Holding On 125 Bye Bye Bye / I Want It That Way 126 I Know Where I've Been 127 I Kissed A Girl (Season Six) 128 Hopelessly Devoted To You 129 Homeward Bound / Home 130 Into The Groove 131 Hold On 132 Tell Him 133 Nutbush City Limits 134 Because You Loved Me 135 Perfect 136 Cherish / Cherish 137 Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah) 138 Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead 139 You Are The Sunshine Of My Life 140 Tik Tok 141 The Safety Dance 142 Oops!... I Did It Again 143 Run Joey Run 144 Time Warp 145 Something's Coming 146 Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go 147 The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face 148 Vogue 149 Downtown 150 Diva 151 Dancing With Myself 152 Rockstar 153 Wrecking Ball 154 We Are Young 155 I Saw Her Standing There 156 Jumpin', Jumpin' 157 Just Can't Get Enough 158 Take Me To Church 159 Wannabe 160 It's All Over 161 Take Me Home Tonight 162 If I Were A Boy 163 Landslide 164 Pompeii 165 The Bitch Is Back / Dress You Up 166 Christmas Wrapping 167 Buenos Aires 168 Call Me Maybe 169 You Can't Stop The Beat 170 Seasons Of Love 171 Safety Dance 172 Dream A Little Dream 173 Alfie 174 I Want To Break Free 175 Baby One More Time 176 A House Is Not A Home 177 Daydream Believer 178 I Don't Know How To Love Him 179 Hungry Like The Wolf / Rio 180 Suddenly Seymour 181 People 182 Silly Love Songs 183 Love Song 184 Shout It Out Loud 185 Some People 186 One Of Us 187 Sing! 188 Up Up Up 189 Torn 190 Popular 191 This Is The New Year 192 Paradise By The Dashboard Light 193 Let It Snow 194 Let It Be 195 Never Can Say Goodbye 196 Touch A Touch A Touch A Touch Me 197 La Isla Bonita 198 Tightrope 199 My Love Is Your Love 200 Love Is A Battlefield 201 Losing My Religion 202 Total Eclipse Of The Heart 203 This Time 204 I Dreamed A Dream 205 Leaving On A Jet Plane 206 Locked Out Of Heaven 207 Chandelier 208 Girl On Fire 209 Telephone 210 Don't Cry For Me Argentina 211 Human Nature 212 Halo / Walking On Sunshine 213 Anything Goes / Anything You Can Do 214 Make You Feel My Love 215 Stronger 216 Nowadays / Hot Honey Rag 216 Pumpin' Blood 218 Papa Can You Hear Me? 219 Summer Nights 220 Sweet Caroline 221 Superstition 222 We Will Rock You 223 Alone 224 Hello, I Love You 225 Against All Odds (Take A Look At Me Now) 226 A Hard Day's Night 227 Mine 228 My Prerogative 229 Beauty School Drop Out 230 My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It) 231 Extraordinary Merry Christmas 232 Every Breath You Take 233 Express Yourself 234 Everybody Talks 235 Everytime 236 Marry You 237 Moves Like Jagger / Jumpin' Jack Flash 238 My Favorite Things 239 Santa Claus Is Coming To Town 240 River Deep, Mountain High 241 My Life Would Suck Without You 242 Be Okay 243 Applause 244 Cool 245 All I Want For Christmas Is You 246 American Boy 247 Cell Block Tango 248 Breakaway 249 Don't Dream It's Over 250 Let Me Love You (Until You Learn To Love Yourself) 251 Whatever Happened To Saturday Night? 252 Without You 253 Science Fiction Double Feature 254 Loser Like Me 255 I Kissed A Girl 256 I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You 257 I Can't Go For That (No Can Do) / You Make My Dreams 258 Don't Stop Believin' (Season 5) 259 Empire State Of Mind 260 Old Time Rock & Roll / Danger Zone 261 Take My Breath Away 262 You Get What You Give 263 Take On Me 264 Beautiful 265 It's Time 266 ABC 267 Afternoon Delight 268 Don't Stand So Close To Me / Young Girl 269 Don't Stop Believin' (Season 1) 270 Colorblind 271 Cool Kids 272 Dancing Queen 273 Songbird 274 Somebody That I Used To Know 275 Singing In The Rain / Umbrella 276 I Feel Pretty / Unpretty 277 Borderline / Open Your Heart 278 In My Life 279 I'm Still Standing 280 Blow Me (One Last Kiss) 281 Do Ya Think I'm Sexy? 282 Do They Know It's Christmas? 283 Mustang Sally 284 Pinball Wizard 285 Anything Could Happen 286 America 287 Any Way You Want It 288 Higher Ground 289 Flashdance... What A Feeling 290 My Life 291 Let It Go 292 If I Can't Have You 293 L-O-V-E 294 Closer 295 Addicted To Love 296 Heroes 297 A Boy Like That 298 Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend / Material Girl 299 Holding Out For A Hero 300 Dinosaur 301 Disco Inferno 302 Party All The Time 303 Raise Your Glass 304 Push It 305 Lean On Me 306 Pure Imagination 307 Lovefool 308 Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin' 309 Americano / Dance Again 310 All Of Me 311 At Last 312 Promises, Promises 313 Hair / Crazy In Love 314 Happy Xmas (War Is Over) 315 Chasing Pavements 316 Don't You (Forget About Me) 317 Love Child 318 School's Out 319 Poker Face 320 Boogie Shoes 321 Bootylicious 322 I Love New York / New York, New York 323 One Less Bell To Answer 324 Signed, Sealed, Delivered I'm Yours 325 Rehab 326 I Don't Want To Know 327 Shout 328 I'm The Greatest Star 329 I Love It 330 Never Say Never 331 Juke Box Hero 332 One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer 333 Glad You Came 334 For Once In My Life 335 Here Comes The Sun 336 Baby It's You 337 Drive My Car 338 Last Friday Night 339 Roots Before Branches 340 The Only Exception 341 Survivor / I Will Survive 342 All Or Nothing 343 Time After Time 344 You're The One That I Want 345 Yeah! 346 Starships 347 You've Got To Hide Your Love Away 348 Story Of My Life 349 Something 350 We Need A Little Christmas 351 Gold Digger 352 Beth 353 Fighter 354 Forget You 355 How To Be A Heartbreaker 356 Get Back 357 Love You Like A Love Song 358 There's A Light (Over At The Frankenstein Place) 359 We Got The Beat 360 Make 'Em Laugh 361 Sing 362 U Can't Touch This 363 Try A Little Tenderness 364 Pony 365 On Our Way 366 Lucky Star 367 Loser 368 Over The Rainbow 369 Outcast 370 Stop! In The Name Of Love / Free Your Mind 371 What Makes You Beautiful 372 Will You Love Me Tomorrow / Head Over Feet 373 Wide Awake 374 Wishin' And Hoping 375 Yesterday 376 Out Here On My Own 377 You're All The World To Me 378 Somethin' Stupid 379 Someday We'll Be Together 380 River 381 The Longest Time 382 Somebody To Love 383 The Edge Of Glory 384 The Most Wonderful Day Of The Year 385 Lucky 386 Memory 387 Mary's Boy Child 388 Longest Time 389 My Dark Side 390 Taking Chances 391 The First Noël 392 Smile 393 Celebrity Skin 394 All That Jazz 395 A Thousand Years 396 Big Girls Don't Cry 397 Ain't No Way 398 Don't Sleep In The Subway 399 Doo Wop (That Thing) 400 Don't Stop 401 Uptight (Everything's Alright) 402 New York State Of Mind 403 Turning Tables 404 Vacation 405 Fire 406 Hold It Against Me 407 I've Gotta Be Me 408 Endless Love 409 Run The World (Girls) 410 Saving All My Love For You 411 Give Up The Funk 412 I Am Changing 413 I Melt With You 414 I Could Have Danced All Night 415 Fat Bottomed Girls 416 Hot For Teacher 417 Never Going Back Again 418 Imagine 419 Jolene 420 Arthur's Theme 421 Damn It, Janet 422 Control 423 Barracuda 424 Copacabana 425 Barely Breathing 426 I Look To You 427 Come Sail Away 428 Jump 429 Clarity 430 Friday I'm In Love 431 Jar Of Hearts 432 It's Not Unusual 433 Footloose 434 Here Comes Santa Claus 435 Happy Days Are Here Again / Get Happy 436 Help! 437 Greased Lightning 438 Hell To The No 439 All Out Of Love 440 (You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman 441 Candles 442 All By Myself 443 Hello Goodbye 444 It's A Man's Man's Man's World 445 I Say A Little Prayer 446 It Must Have Been Love 447 Just Give Me A Reason 448 Come See About Me 449 Born To Hand Jive 450 I Want To Know What Love Is 451 I Wish 452 I'll Remember 453 Get It Right 454 (I've Had) The Time Of My Life 455 I'll Stand By You (Cory) 456 Forever Young 457 A Change Would Do You Good 458 Smile (Charlie Chaplin song) 459 Best Day Of My Life 460 An Innocent Man 461 Dreams 462 All About That Bass 463 Home (originally by Michael Bublé) 464 Black Or White 465 Baby 466 Bad 467 Problem 468 Oh Chanukah 469 What Kind Of Fool 470 Wings 471 You're My Best Friend 472 You're All I Need To Get By 473 White Christmas 474 Whenever I Call You Friend 475 Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' 476 What Doesn't Kill You (Stronger) 477 Wedding Bell Blues 478 More Than A Feeling 479 More Than A Woman 480 Our Day Will Come 481 P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) 482 Here's To Us 483 Honesty 484 Hall Of Fame 485 It's All Coming Back To Me Now 486 Teach Your Children 487 Night Fever 488 What The World Needs Now 489 Listen 490 Let Me Love You 491 Live While We're Young 492 Light Up The World 493 Trouty Mouth 494 Werewolves Of London 495 Kiss 496 Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 497 Movin' Out (Anthony's Song) 498 Mickey 499 Mean 500 Mercy 501 Merry Christmas Darling 502 Let's Wait Awhile 503 Man In The Mirror 504 Rather Be 505 Rise 506 Good Vibrations 507 Faithfully 508 Firework 509 How Deep Is Your Love 510 Fix You 511 Fire And Rain 512 Give Your Heart A Break 513 Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree 514 Little Girls 515 Cry 516 Bust A Move 517 Bridge Over Troubled Water 518 Bring Him Home 519 Cheek To Cheek 520 Break Free 521 As Long As You're There 522 Big Ass Heart 523 Bitch 524 Bamboleo / Hero 525 Away In A Manger 526 Deck The Rooftop 527 Christmas Eve With You 528 Angels We Have Heard On High 529 Creep 530 Crush 531 Make No Mistake, She's Mine 532 Lose My Breath 533 Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee (Reprise) 534 What I Did For Love 535 Wake Me Up 536 Thousand Miles 537 Take A Bow 538 Still Got Tonight 539 The Music Of The Night 540 Stereo Hearts 541 The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late) 542 Take Me Or Leave Me 543 I'm The Only One 544 Isn't She Lovely 545 I Just Can't Stop Loving You 546 I'll Never Fall In Love Again 547 Unchained Melody 548 You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch 549 You Have More Friends Than You Know 550 You Should Be Dancing 551 I'm His Child 552 You Learn / You've Got A Friend 553 Somewhere 554 So Far Away 555 Uptown Funk 556 The Winner Takes It All 557 They Long To Be Close To You 558 Tonight 559 Being Good Isn't Good Enough 560 You May Be Right 561 To Love You More 562 Don't Wanna Lose You 563 Do You Hear What I Hear? 564 Ice Ice Baby 565 Don't Go Breaking My Heart 566 Don't Make Me Over 567 I Won't Give Up 568 I'll Be Home For Christmas 569 I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For 570 I Still Believe / Super Bass 571 I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me) 572 I Want You Back 573 Father Figure 574 Everybody Hurts 574 Gangnam Style 576 We Are The Champions 577 Stayin' Alive 578 Superman 579 The Rose 580 Don't Stop Believin' (Rachel) 581 Fly / I Believe I Can Fly 582 Gives You Hell 583 I Love L.A. 584 Mr. Roboto / Counting Stars 585 O Holy Night 586 Only The Good Die Young 587 One 588 Silent Night 589 Piano Man 590 Sexy And I Know It 591 Sgt. Pepper's Lonley Hearts Club Band 592 Pretending 593 Physical 594 Danny's Song 595 Stand 596 The Final Countdown 597 You Can't Always Get What You Want 598 You Are Woman, I Am Man 599 You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin' 600 Your Song 601 Say 602 No Air 603 Need You Now 604 No Surrender 605 Piece Of My Heart 606 Thong Song 607 Blurred Lines 608 Another One Bites The Dust 609 I Was Here 610 Bella Notte 611 I Know What Boys Like 612 God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen 613 Glory Days 614 Friday 615 More Than Words 616 Waiting For A Girl Like You 617 Welcome Christmas 618 You Spin Me Round (Like A Record) 619 You Give Love A Bad Name 620 We Built This City 621 Whistle 622 Who Are You Now? 623 You And I / You And I 624 Take Care Of Yourself 625 Tell Me Something Good 626 The Rain In Spain 627 Can't Fight This Feeling 628 Jingle Bell Rock 629 In Your Eyes 630 Hello 631 Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life) 632 I Only Have Eyes For You 633 Jingle Bells 634 Joy To The World 635 I Wanna Sex You Up 636 Fight For Your Right (To Party) 637 Feliz Navidad 638 I'm So Excited 639 Uninvited 640 The Living Years 641 The Fox (What Does The Fox Say?) 642 O Christmas Tree 643 One Love (People Get Ready) 644 Ohio 645 Only Child 646 Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen, Hello Love 647 My Sharona 648 Dance The Night Away 649 Poison 650 My Cup 651 Not The End 652 What It Feels Like For A Girl 653 Listen To Your Heart 654 Little Drummer Boy 655 One Hand, One Heart 656 Bein' Green 657 Big Spender 658 Billionaire 659 Ben 660 Gimme More 661 Burning Up 662 Hey Ya! 663 Hey, Soul Sister 664 Baby Got Back 665 Blue Christmas 666 Bohemian Rhapsody 667 Far From Over 668 The Trolley Song 669 Starlight Express 670 Whip It 671 You're The Top 672 Red Solo Cup 673 Next To Me 674 Rolling In The Deep 675 Rainbow Connection 676 La Cucaracha 677 (You're) Having My Baby 678 A Little Less Conversation 679 Happy 680 Highway To Hell 681 Same Love 682 Rock Lobster 683 Girls Just Want To Have Fun

#glee #glee song ranking #ranking #my thoughts #mine #umm so funny story #well first of all some of the mash ups werent even together #like anyway you want it and lovin touchin squeezin #they were listed as their own songs #i thought they'd end up being closer but they arent and thats hilarious #also there's the scientist and then the scientist acoustic?? idk what that is #but they're close together #umm home by michael bubbles #it did not tell me what the song was #it literally said (michael buble version) or something #and i did not think to look it up until after my results #sooo... if i knew it was a rory song it would not be that high lmao #anyway as you can see it is a bit of a mess #but my top ten is really solid again<3 #oh also there was only one 'just the way you are'#so i chose to pretend it was the s5 version which is why its higher #than if i were pretending it were the s2 version

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Glee Soundtrack Rating Project Results: mallosoar

@mallosoar

Favourite character: Quinn Fabray

Least favourite character: Will Schuester

Favourite season: Season 1

Least favourite season: Season 5

Mean song rating: 6.29

Mean song rating for favourite character's songs: 8.19

Mean song rating for favourite character's solos: 9.4

Mean song rating season 1: 6.54

Mean song rating season 2: 6.47

Mean song rating season 3: 6.07

Mean song rating season 4: 5.67

Mean song rating season 5: 6.08

Mean song rating season 6: 8.29

Songs rated: 450

[ID: A bar chart titled Number of songs assigned each rating by mallosoar, illustrating the number of times each score was assigned to a song by mallosoar. 10 was assigned 28 times, 9 was assigned 45 times, 8 was assigned 72 times, 7 was assigned 50 times, 6 was assigned 101 times, 5 was assigned 66 times, 4 was assigned 49 times, 3 was assigned 18 times, 2 was assigned 13 times, 1 was assigned 8 times, and 252 songs were not rated.]

About the Project | Results Masterpost

Ranking:

1. (10) - S1x03 - Bust Your Windows

2. (10) - S1x05 - Last Name

3. (10) - S1x06 - It's My Life/Confessions Part II

4. (10) - S1x07 - You Keep Me Hanging On

5. (10) - S1x15 - 4 Minutes

6. (10) - S1x17 - Run Joey Run

7. (10) - S1x18 - The Boy Is Mine

8. (10) - S1x18 - Lady Is a Tramp

9. (10) - S1x20 - Bad Romance

10. (10) - S2x05 - Time Warp

11. (10) - S2x06 - Stop! In the Name of Love/Free Your Mind

12. (10) - S2x06 - Start Me Up/Livin' on a Prayer

13. (10) - S2x07 - Singing In the Rain/Umbrella

14. (10) - S2x09 - Dog Days Are Over

15. (10) - S2x09 - Valerie

16. (10) - S2x11 - Thriller/Heads Will Roll

17. (10) - S2x11 - Need You Now

18. (10) - S2x14 - Blame It (On the Alcohol)

19. (10) - S2x18 - I Feel Pretty/Unpretty

20. (10) - S2x19 - Songbird

21. (10) - S3x11 - Never Can Say Goodbye

22. (10) - S3x13 - Stereo Hearts

23. (10) - S3x13 - Cherish/Cherish

24. (10) - S3x18 - Shake It Out

25. (10) - S4x01 - Chasing Pavements

26. (10) - S5x03 - If I Die Young

27. (10) - S5x12 - Toxic

28. (10) - S6x02 - Mustang Sally

29. (9) - S1x01 - Don't Stop Believing (Pilot)

30. (9) - S1x02 - I Say a Little Prayer

31. (9) - S1x02 - Take a Bow

32. (9) - S1x05 - Alone

33. (9) - S1x05 - Somebody to Love

34. (9) - S1x08 - Sweet Caroline

35. (9) - S1x11 - Papa Don't Preach

36. (9) - S1x14 - Hello, I Love You

37. (9) - S1x14 - Gives You Hell

38. (9) - S1x15 - Like a Virgin

39. (9) - S1x15 - Express Yourself

40. (9) - S1x15 - Borderline/Open Your Heart

41. (9) - S1x18 - Jessie's Girl

42. (9) - S1x20 - Beth

43. (9) - S1x21 - It's a Man's Man's Man's World

44. (9) - S1x22 - Bohemian Rhapsody

45. (9) - S2x01 - Empire State of Mind

46. (9) - S2x03 - Losing My Religion

47. (9) - S2x03 - Only the Good Die Young

48. (9) - S2x04 - River Deep, Mountain High

49. (9) - S2x04 - Lucky

50. (9) - S2x04 - Sing!

51. (9) - S2x14 - Tik Tok

52. (9) - S2x15 - Afternoon Delight

53. (9) - S2x15 - Landslide

54. (9) - S2x21 - Back to Black

55. (9) - S2x22 - Yeah!

56. (9) - S2x22 - I Love New York/New York, New York

57. (9) - S3x04 - Candyman

58. (9) - S3x05 - America

59. (9) - S3x11 - Smooth Criminal

60. (9) - S3x12 - La Isla Bonita

61. (9) - S3x15 - I'm Still Standing

62. (9) - S3x17 - How Will I Know

63. (9) - S3x18 - Cell Block Tango

64. (9) - S3x19 - Take My Breath Away

65. (9) - S3x21 - Paradise By the Dashboard Light

66. (9) - S4x04 - The Scientist

67. (9) - S4x04 - Mine

68. (9) - S4x05 - Everybody Talks

69. (9) - S4x12 - A Thousand Years

70. (9) - S4x13 - Girl On Fire

71. (9) - S5x12 - Keep Holding On

72. (9) - S5x13 - Just Give Me a Reason

73. (9) - S6x12 - I Kissed a Girl

74. (8) - S1x02 - Gold Digger

75. (8) - S1x06 - Halo/Walking On Sunshine

76. (8) - S1x07 - Keep Holding On

77. (8) - S1x11 - Hair/Crazy In Love

78. (8) - S1x13 - And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going

79. (8) - S1x13 - My Life Would Suck Without You

80. (8) - S1x15 - Like a Prayer

81. (8) - S1x16 - Beautiful

82. (8) - S1x19 - Dream On

83. (8) - S1x20 - Shout It Out Loud

84. (8) - S1x22 - Don't Stop Believing (Regionals)

85. (8) - S1x22 - Any Way You Want It/Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'

86. (8) - S2x02 - Stronger

87. (8) - S2x03 - Bridge Over Troubled Water

88. (8) - S2x04 - Don't Go Breaking My Heart

89. (8) - S2x04 - With You I'm Born Again

90. (8) - S2x06 - Teenage Dream

91. (8) - S2x07 - Forget You

92. (8) - S2x09 - (I've Had) The Time of My Life

93. (8) - S2x10 - Baby, It's Cold Outside

94. (8) - S2x11 - Bills, Bills, Bills

95. (8) - S2x11 - She's Not There

96. (8) - S2x12 - Fat Bottomed Girls

97. (8) - S2x13 - Sing

98. (8) - S2x15 - Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah)

99. (8) - S2x16 - Misery

100. (8) - S2x16 - Big Ass Heart

101. (8) - S2x17 - Turning Tables

102. (8) - S2x18 - Born This Way

103. (8) - S2x19 - I Don't Want to Know

104. (8) - S2x19 - Go Your Own Way

105. (8) - S2x20 - Jar of Hearts

106. (8) - S2x20 - Rolling in the Deep

107. (8) - S2x22 - My Cup

108. (8) - S3x01 - It's Not Unusual

109. (8) - S3x01 - Anything Goes/Anything You Can Do

110. (8) - S3x01 - You Can't Stop the Beat

111. (8) - S3x03 - Run the World (Girls)

112. (8) - S3x03 - Fix You

113. (8) - S3x04 - Last Friday Night

114. (8) - S3x05 - Tonight

115. (8) - S3x06 - I Can't Go for That/You Make My Dreams Come True

116. (8) - S3x06 - Hit Me with Your Best Shot/One Way or Another

117. (8) - S3x06 - Rumour Has It/Someone Like You

118. (8) - S3x06 - Hot for Teacher

119. (8) - S3x07 - I'm the Only One

120. (8) - S3x08 - We Are Young

121. (8) - S3x08 - ABC

122. (8) - S3x10 - Summer Nights

123. (8) - S3x11 - Bad

124. (8) - S3x12 - Bamboleo/Hero

125. (8) - S3x13 - Love Shack

126. (8) - S3x13 - I Will Always Love You

127. (8) - S3x13 - L-O-V-E

128. (8) - S3x14 - Fly/I Believe I Can Fly

129. (8) - S3x14 - Here's to Us

130. (8) - S3x14 - Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You)

131. (8) - S3x16 - If I Can't Have You

132. (8) - S3x17 - Saving All My Love For You

133. (8) - S3x18 - School's Out

134. (8) - S3x19 - Love You Like a Love Song

135. (8) - S3x21 - Edge of Glory

136. (8) - S3x22 - You Get What You Give

137. (8) - S3x22 - Glory Days

138. (8) - S4x01 - Americano/Dance Again

139. (8) - S4x12 - Love Song

140. (8) - S4x14 - We've Got Tonite

141. (8) - S5x12 - Valerie

142. (8) - S6x02 - Problem

143. (8) - S6x03 - Hand in My Pocket/I Feel the Earth Move

144. (8) - S6x12 - Pony

145. (8) - S6x12 - Don't Stop Believing (Pilot/2009)

146. (7) - S1x01 - On My Own

147. (7) - S1x01 - I Kissed a Girl

148. (7) - S1x05 - Maybe This Time

149. (7) - S1x07 - Hate On Me

150. (7) - S1x09 - Dancing With Myself

151. (7) - S1x09 - Proud Mary

152. (7) - S1x10 - Lean On Me

153. (7) - S1x10 - Don't Stand So Close to Me/Young Girl

154. (7) - S1x12 - Jump

155. (7) - S1x12 - Smile (Charlie Chaplin)

156. (7) - S1x14 - Highway to Hell

157. (7) - S1x17 - Total Eclipse of the Heart

158. (7) - S1x17 - Ice Ice Baby

159. (7) - S1x18 - Rose's Turn

160. (7) - S1x21 - Give Up the Funk

161. (7) - S1x21 - Good Vibrations

162. (7) - S1x22 - To Sir, With Love

163. (7) - S2x01 - Telephone

164. (7) - S2x02 - I'm a Slave 4 U

165. (7) - S2x02 - Me Against the Music

166. (7) - S2x02 - Baby One More Time

167. (7) - S2x03 - I Want to Hold Your Hand

168. (7) - S2x04 - Le Jazz Hot

169. (7) - S2x05 - Damn It, Janet

170. (7) - S2x09 - Hey, Soul Sister

171. (7) - S2x12 - Silly Love Songs

172. (7) - S2x12 - Firework

173. (7) - S2x13 - Somebody to Love

174. (7) - S2x13 - I Know What Boys Like

175. (7) - S2x14 - Don't You Want Me

176. (7) - S2x14 - One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer

177. (7) - S2x16 - Raise Your Glass

178. (7) - S2x17 - I Follow Rivers

179. (7) - S2x18 - I've Gotta Be Me

180. (7) - S2x19 - Never Going Back Again

181. (7) - S2x21 - Some People

182. (7) - S2x21 - Try a Little Tenderness

183. (7) - S2x21 - My Man

184. (7) - S3x01 - We Got the Beat

185. (7) - S3x08 - Survivor/I Will Survive

186. (7) - S3x11 - Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'

187. (7) - S3x16 - Disco Inferno

188. (7) - S3x22 - Forever Young

189. (7) - S4x02 - 3

190. (7) - S4x11 - Tell Him

191. (7) - S4x13 - Nutbush City Limits

192. (7) - S4x17 - Wannabe

193. (7) - S4x22 - Hall of Fame

194. (7) - S5x18 - Doo Wop (That Thing)

195. (7) - S6x07 - All About That Bass

196. (6) - S1x01 - Can't Fight This Feeling

197. (6) - S1x03 - Mercy

198. (6) - S1x05 - Cabaret

199. (6) - S1x08 - Bust A Move

200. (6) - S1x09 - Defying Gravity

201. (6) - S1x11 - Bootylicious

202. (6) - S1x11 - True Colors

203. (6) - S1x12 - Smile (Lily Allen)

204. (6) - S1x13 - Don't Rain on My Parade

205. (6) - S1x13 - You Can't Always Get What You Want

206. (6) - S1x14 - Hello, Goodbye

207. (6) - S1x14 - Hello

208. (6) - S1x16 - One Less Bell to Answer/A House Is Not a Home

209. (6) - S1x17 - U Can't Touch This

210. (6) - S1x19 - Safety Dance

211. (6) - S1x19 - Dream a Little Dream

212. (6) - S1x19 - I Dreamed a Dream

213. (6) - S1x21 - Another One Bites the Dust

214. (6) - S1x21 - Loser

215. (6) - S1x22 - Over the Rainbow

216. (6) - S2x01 - Billionaire

217. (6) - S2x01 - Every Rose Has Its Thorn

218. (6) - S2x03 - One of Us

219. (6) - S2x05 - Whatever Happened to Saturday Night?

220. (6) - S2x05 - Sweet Transvestite

221. (6) - S2x05 - Science Fiction Double Feature

222. (6) - S2x07 - Make 'Em Laugh

223. (6) - S2x07 - Conjunction Junction

224. (6) - S2x08 - Marry You

225. (6) - S2x08 - Ohio

226. (6) - S2x09 - The Living Years

227. (6) - S2x13 - Take Me or Leave Me

228. (6) - S2x13 - Baby

229. (6) - S2x15 - Animal

230. (6) - S2x16 - Trouty Mouth

231. (6) - S2x18 - Somewhere Only We Know

232. (6) - S2x18 - As If We Never Said Goodbye

233. (6) - S2x19 - Dreams

234. (6) - S2x19 - Don't Stop

235. (6) - S2x20 - I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance with You

236. (6) - S2x20 - Dancing Queen

237. (6) - S2x20 - Isn't She Lovely

238. (6) - S2x21 - Pure Imagination

239. (6) - S2x22 - For Good

240. (6) - S3x03 - Spotlight

241. (6) - S3x03 - Cool

242. (6) - S3x03 - Out Here On My Own

243. (6) - S3x04 - Bein' Green

244. (6) - S3x05 - Uptown Girl

245. (6) - S3x06 - You and I/You and I

246. (6) - S3x07 - Jolene

247. (6) - S3x07 - Perfect

248. (6) - S3x07 - I Kissed a Girl

249. (6) - S3x08 - Man in the Mirror

250. (6) - S3x08 - Buenos Aires

251. (6) - S3x10 - Without You

252. (6) - S3x10 - The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

253. (6) - S3x10 - We Found Love

254. (6) - S3x11 - Scream

255. (6) - S3x11 - Black or White

256. (6) - S3x11 - I Want You Back

257. (6) - S3x12 - Sexy and I Know It

258. (6) - S3x13 - Let Me Love You

259. (6) - S3x13 - You're the Top

260. (6) - S3x13 - Chapel of Love

261. (6) - S3x14 - Cough Syrup

262. (6) - S3x14 - Glad You Came

263. (6) - S3x15 - Fighter

264. (6) - S3x15 - Rio/Hungry Like the Wolf

265. (6) - S3x16 - You Should Be Dancing

266. (6) - S3x16 - More Than a Woman

267. (6) - S3x17 - It's Not Right But It's Okay

268. (6) - S3x18 - Not the Boy Next Door

269. (6) - S3x18 - Cry

270. (6) - S3x20 - Flashdance...What a Feeling

271. (6) - S3x21 - We Are the Champions

272. (6) - S3x21 - Starships

273. (6) - S3x22 - I'll Remember

274. (6) - S3x22 - Roots Before Branches

275. (6) - S4x01 - Never Say Never

276. (6) - S4x02 - Womanizer

277. (6) - S4x04 - Don't Speak

278. (6) - S4x04 - Give Your Heart a Break

279. (6) - S4x05 - Blow Me (One Last Kiss)

280. (6) - S4x07 - Holding Out for a Hero

281. (6) - S4x08 - Live While We're Young

282. (6) - S4x11 - No Scrubs

283. (6) - S4x11 - Locked Out of Heaven

284. (6) - S4x12 - Centerfold/Hot in Herre

285. (6) - S4x13 - Don't Stop Me Now

286. (6) - S4x13 - Make No Mistake (She's Mine)

287. (6) - S4x13 - Hung Up

288. (6) - S4x14 - Anything Could Happen

289. (6) - S4x15 - Old Time Rock & Roll/Danger Zone

290. (6) - S4x15 - Footloose

291. (6) - S4x16 - Bye Bye Bye/I Want It That Way

292. (6) - S4x17 - Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

293. (6) - S4x20 - Everybody Hurts

294. (6) - S4x21 - Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I'm Yours

295. (6) - S4x21 - Superstition

296. (6) - S5x09 - Brave

297. (5) - S1x01 - Mr. Cellophane

298. (5) - S1x01 - Respect

299. (5) - S1x01 - Rehab

300. (5) - S1x04 - Tonight

301. (5) - S1x07 - No Air

302. (5) - S1x10 - (You're Having My Baby)

303. (5) - S1x10 - Endless Love

304. (5) - S1x15 - What It Feels Like for a Girl

305. (5) - S1x15 - Burning Up

306. (5) - S1x16 - Home

307. (5) - S1x16 - Fire

308. (5) - S1x16 - A House Is Not a Home

309. (5) - S1x18 - One

310. (5) - S1x21 - Tell Me Something Good

311. (5) - S1x22 - Faithfully

312. (5) - S2x01 - What I Did for Love

313. (5) - S2x01 - Listen

314. (5) - S2x05 - Planet, Schmanet, Janet

315. (5) - S2x06 - One Love (People Get Ready)

316. (5) - S2x08 - Just the Way You Are

317. (5) - S2x08 - Sway

318. (5) - S2x09 - Don't Cry for Me Argentina

319. (5) - S2x12 - When I Get You Alone

320. (5) - S2x12 - My Funny Valentine

321. (5) - S2x13 - This Little Light of Mine

322. (5) - S2x15 - Kiss

323. (5) - S2x16 - Jesus Is My Friend

324. (5) - S2x16 - Candles

325. (5) - S2x17 - Ain't No Way

326. (5) - S2x19 - Nice to Meet You, Have I Slept with You?

327. (5) - S2x22 - Light Up the World

328. (5) - S2x22 - Pretending

329. (5) - S2x22 - As Long as You're There

330. (5) - S2x22 - Still Got Tonight

331. (5) - S3x02 - Something's Coming

332. (5) - S3x02 - I'm the Greatest Star

333. (5) - S3x02 - Somewhere

334. (5) - S3x04 - Waiting for a Girl Like You

335. (5) - S3x04 - Take Care of Yourself

336. (5) - S3x05 - One Hand, One Heart

337. (5) - S3x07 - Constant Craving

338. (5) - S3x11 - I Just Can't Stop Loving You

339. (5) - S3x11 - Human Nature

340. (5) - S3x12 - Don't Wanna Lose You

341. (5) - S3x13 - Home

342. (5) - S3x14 - Stand

343. (5) - S3x15 - Up Up Up

344. (5) - S3x16 - Stayin' Alive

345. (5) - S3x16 - How Deep Is Your Love

346. (5) - S3x16 - Boogie Shoes

347. (5) - S3x16 - Night Fever

348. (5) - S3x17 - I Have Nothing

349. (5) - S3x17 - My Love Is Your Love

350. (5) - S3x17 - I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)

351. (5) - S3x17 - So Emotional

352. (5) - S3x19 - Big Girls Don't Cry

353. (5) - S3x20 - I Won't Give Up

354. (5) - S3x20 - Because You Loved Me

355. (5) - S3x21 - Tongue Tied

356. (5) - S3x21 - It's All Coming Back to Me Now

357. (5) - S3x21 - Pinball Wizard

358. (5) - S3x22 - In My Life

359. (5) - S4x03 - Everybody Wants to Rule the World

360. (5) - S4x21 - Higher Ground

361. (5) - S5x05 - Wrecking Ball

362. (5) - S5x09 - Don't Rain On My Parade

363. (4) - S1x01 - Leaving On a Jet Plane

364. (4) - S1x03 - I Wanna Sex You Up

365. (4) - S1x04 - Taking Chances

366. (4) - S1x07 - Ride Wit Me

367. (4) - S1x08 - I Could Have Danced All Night

368. (4) - S1x10 - I'll Stand By You

369. (4) - S1x10 - Crush

370. (4) - S1x11 - Imagine

371. (4) - S1x11 - Don't Make Me Over

372. (4) - S1x14 - Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen, Hello Love

373. (4) - S1x15 - Vogue

374. (4) - S1x18 - Pink Houses

375. (4) - S1x20 - Funny Girl

376. (4) - S2x01 - Getting to Know You

377. (4) - S2x02 - Toxic

378. (4) - S2x02 - The Only Exception

379. (4) - S2x03 - I Look to You

380. (4) - S2x03 - Papa, Can You Hear Me?

381. (4) - S2x04 - Happy Days Are Here Again/Get Happy

382. (4) - S2x05 - Touch a Touch a Touch a Touch Me

383. (4) - S2x07 - Nowadays/Hot Honey rag

384. (4) - S2x10 - We Need a Little Christmas

385. (4) - S2x10 - The Most Wonderful Day of the Year

386. (4) - S2x12 - P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing)

387. (4) - S2x16 - Blackbird

388. (4) - S2x16 - Hell to the No

389. (4) - S2x16 - Only Child

390. (4) - S2x17 - All By Myself

391. (4) - S2x20 - Friday

392. (4) - S2x22 - Bella Notte

393. (4) - S3x03 - It's All Over

394. (4) - S3x05 - A Boy Like That/I Have a Love

395. (4) - S3x08 - Control

396. (4) - S3x09 - Let It Snow

397. (4) - S3x09 - River

398. (4) - S3x10 - Moves Like Jagger/Jumpin' Jack Flash

399. (4) - S3x10 - Wedding Bell Blues (Bill)

400. (4) - S3x15 - Somebody That I Used to Know

401. (4) - S3x18 - The Rain in Spain

402. (4) - S3x19 - Dinosaur

403. (4) - S3x19 - What Makes You Beautiful

404. (4) - S3x20 - Mean

405. (4) - S4x05 - Juke Box Hero

406. (4) - S4x06 - Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee

407. (4) - S4x07 - Superman

408. (4) - S4x08 - Whistle

409. (4) - S4x11 - I Don't Know How to Love Him

410. (4) - S4x13 - Diva

411. (4) - S4x15 - Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend/Material Girl

412. (3) - S1x01 - Sit Down You're Rockin the Boat

413. (3) - S1x01 - You're the One That I Want (ver. 1)

414. (3) - S1x08 - What A Girl Wants

415. (3) - S1x17 - Physical

416. (3) - S2x05 - There's a Light (Over at the Frankenstein Place)

417. (3) - S2x10 - Welcome Christmas

418. (3) - S2x10 - Merry Christmas, Darling

419. (3) - S3x01 - Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead

420. (3) - S3x08 - Red Solo Cup

421. (3) - S3x09 - Christmas Wrapping

422. (3) - S3x09 - All I Want for Christmas Is You

423. (3) - S3x09 - Do They Know It's Christmas?

424. (3) - S3x09 - Santa Claus Is Coming to Town

425. (3) - S3x09 - Extraordinary Merry Christmas

426. (3) - S3x09 - My Favorite Things

427. (3) - S3x11 - Ben

428. (3) - S3x18 - The Music of the Night

429. (3) - S4x04 - Teenage Dream (Acoustic)

430. (2) - S1x02 - Push It

431. (2) - S1x08 - Thong Song

432. (2) - S2x10 - Last Christmas

433. (2) - S2x10 - You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch

434. (2) - S2x14 - My Headband

435. (2) - S2x16 - Get It Right

436. (2) - S2x16 - Loser Like Me

437. (2) - S3x07 - Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

438. (2) - S3x09 - Blue Christmas

439. (2) - S3x12 - A Little Less Conversation

440. (2) - S4x01 - Call Me Maybe

441. (2) - S4x06 - Greased Lightning

442. (2) - S5x05 - Blurred Lines

443. (1) - S1x20 - Poker Face

444. (1) - S3x01 - Big Spender

445. (1) - S4x08 - Let's Have a Kiki/Turkey Lurkey Time

446. (1) - S4x08 - Gangnam Style

447. (1) - S4x11 - Baby Got Back

448. (1) - S4x16 - I Still Believe/Super Bass

449. (1) - S5x07 - The Fox

450. (1) - S5x08 - The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late)

451. (NA) - S4x01 - It's Time

452. (NA) - S4x01 - Sister Christian

453. (NA) - S4x01 - New York State of Mind

454. (NA) - S4x02 - Boys/Boyfriend

455. (NA) - S4x02 - Hold It Against Me

456. (NA) - S4x02 - Gimme More

457. (NA) - S4x02 - Everytime

458. (NA) - S4x02 - Crazy/U Drive Me Crazy

459. (NA) - S4x02 - Oops!...I Did It Again

460. (NA) - S4x03 - Celebrity Skin

461. (NA) - S4x03 - The Way You Look Tonight/You're Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile

462. (NA) - S4x03 - A Change Would Do You Good

463. (NA) - S4x04 - Barely Breathing

464. (NA) - S4x05 - Hopelessly Devoted to You

465. (NA) - S4x05 - Born to Hand Jive

466. (NA) - S4x06 - Beauty School Dropout

467. (NA) - S4x06 - Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee (Reprise)

468. (NA) - S4x06 - You're the One That I Want

469. (NA) - S4x06 - There Are Worse Things I Could Do

470. (NA) - S4x07 - My Dark Side

471. (NA) - S4x07 - Heroes

472. (NA) - S4x07 - Some Nights

473. (NA) - S4x08 - Home/Homeward Bound

474. (NA) - S4x08 - Come See About Me

475. (NA) - S4x09 - Something Stupid

476. (NA) - S4x09 - Being Alive

477. (NA) - S4x09 - Don't Dream It's Over

478. (NA) - S4x09 - Being Good Isn't Good Enough

479. (NA) - S4x09 - O Holy Night

480. (NA) - S4x09 - All That Jazz

481. (NA) - S4x10 - Feliz Navidad

482. (NA) - S4x10 - Hanukkah, Oh Hanukkah

483. (NA) - S4x10 - White Christmas

484. (NA) - S4x10 - The First Noel

485. (NA) - S4x10 - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

486. (NA) - S4x10 - Jingle Bell Rock

487. (NA) - S4x11 - I Only Have Eyes for You

488. (NA) - S4x12 - Let Me Love You (Until You Learn to Love Yourself)

489. (NA) - S4x12 - This Is the New Year

490. (NA) - S4x12 - Torn

491. (NA) - S4x13 - Bring Him Home

492. (NA) - S4x14 - Just Can't Get Enough

493. (NA) - S4x14 - Getting Married Today

494. (NA) - S4x14 - You're All I Need to Get By

495. (NA) - S4x15 - Shout

496. (NA) - S4x15 - Come What May

497. (NA) - S4x15 - You're All the World to Me

498. (NA) - S4x15 - Unchained Melody

499. (NA) - S4x15 - In Your Eyes

500. (NA) - S4x16 - How to Be a Heartbreaker

501. (NA) - S4x16 - Closer

502. (NA) - S4x16 - The Bitch Is Back/Dress You Up

503. (NA) - S4x16 - Cold Hearted

504. (NA) - S4x17 - Against All Odds (Take a Look at Me Now)

505. (NA) - S4x17 - My Prerogative

506. (NA) - S4x17 - Creep

507. (NA) - S4x17 - Mamma Mia

508. (NA) - S4x17 - Copacabana

509. (NA) - S4x18 - Say

510. (NA) - S4x18 - Your Song

511. (NA) - S4x18 - More Than Words

512. (NA) - S4x19 - Fight for Your Right (to Party)

513. (NA) - S4x19 - You Have More Friends Than You Know

514. (NA) - S4x19 - Outcast

515. (NA) - S4x19 - Don't Stop Believin' (Rachel)

516. (NA) - S4x19 - Next to Me

517. (NA) - S4x20 - We Will Rock You

518. (NA) - S4x20 - Longest Time

519. (NA) - S4x20 - You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'

520. (NA) - S4x20 - At the Ballet

521. (NA) - S4x20 - Little Girls

522. (NA) - S4x21 - For Once in My Life

523. (NA) - S4x21 - Uptight (Everything's Alright)

524. (NA) - S4x21 - I Wish

525. (NA) - S4x21 - You Are the Sunshine of My Life

526. (NA) - S4x22 - Clarity

527. (NA) - S4x22 - Wings

528. (NA) - S4x22 - I Love It

529. (NA) - S4x22 - All or Nothing

530. (NA) - S4x22 - To Love You More

531. (NA) - S4x22 - Rainbow Connection

532. (NA) - S5x01 - Help!

533. (NA) - S5x01 - All You Need Is Love

534. (NA) - S5x01 - Drive My Car

535. (NA) - S5x01 - You've Got to Hide Your Love Away

536. (NA) - S5x01 - Got to Get You Into My Life

537. (NA) - S5x01 - Yesterday

538. (NA) - S5x01 - A Hard Day's Night

539. (NA) - S5x01 - I Saw Her Standing There

540. (NA) - S5x02 - Here Comes the Sun

541. (NA) - S5x02 - Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

542. (NA) - S5x02 - Get Back

543. (NA) - S5x02 - Hey Jude

544. (NA) - S5x02 - Let It Be

545. (NA) - S5x02 - Something

546. (NA) - S5x02 - Revolution

547. (NA) - S5x03 - Fire and Rain

548. (NA) - S5x03 - I'll Stand By You

549. (NA) - S5x03 - Seasons of Love

550. (NA) - S5x03 - No Surrender

551. (NA) - S5x03 - Make You Feel My Love

552. (NA) - S5x04 - Marry the Night

553. (NA) - S5x04 - Wide Awake

554. (NA) - S5x04 - Applause

555. (NA) - S5x04 - Roar

556. (NA) - S5x05 - On Our Way

557. (NA) - S5x05 - You Are Woman, I Am Man

558. (NA) - S5x05 - If I Were a Boy

559. (NA) - S5x06 - Honesty

560. (NA) - S5x06 - Piano Man

561. (NA) - S5x06 - My Life

562. (NA) - S5x06 - Just the Way You Are

563. (NA) - S5x06 - You May Be Right

564. (NA) - S5x06 - An Innocent Man

565. (NA) - S5x06 - Movin' Out (Anthony's Song)

566. (NA) - S5x07 - You're My Best Friend

567. (NA) - S5x07 - Nasty/Rhythm Nation

568. (NA) - S5x07 - Into the Groove

569. (NA) - S5x07 - Cheek to Cheek

570. (NA) - S5x08 - Here Comes Santa Claus (Down Santa Claus Lane)

571. (NA) - S5x08 - Mary's Little Boy Child

572. (NA) - S5x08 - Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree

573. (NA) - S5x08 - Away in a Manger

574. (NA) - S5x08 - Love Child

575. (NA) - S5x08 - O Christmas Tree

576. (NA) - S5x09 - Whenever I Call You Friend

577. (NA) - S5x09 - My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)

578. (NA) - S5x09 - I Believe in a Thing Called Love

579. (NA) - S5x09 - Every Breath You Take

580. (NA) - S5x09 - Breakaway

581. (NA) - S5x10 - The Happening

582. (NA) - S5x10 - Hold On

583. (NA) - S5x10 - Barracuda

584. (NA) - S5x10 - Gloria

585. (NA) - S5x10 - Jumpin' Jumpin'

586. (NA) - S5x10 - Don't You (Forget About Me)

587. (NA) - S5x10 - Danny's Song

588. (NA) - S5x11 - Vacation

589. (NA) - S5x11 - America

590. (NA) - S5x11 - More Than a Feeling

591. (NA) - S5x11 - I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

592. (NA) - S5x11 - Mr. Roboto/Counting Stars

593. (NA) - S5x11 - I Love LA

594. (NA) - S5x12 - Raise Your Glass

595. (NA) - S5x12 - Happy

596. (NA) - S5x12 - Defying Gravity

597. (NA) - S5x13 - Loser Like Me

598. (NA) - S5x13 - Party All the Time

599. (NA) - S5x13 - I Am Changing

600. (NA) - S5x13 - Don't Stop Believin' (Season Five)

601. (NA) - S5x13 - Be Okay

602. (NA) - S5x14 - Don't Sleep in the Subway

603. (NA) - S5x14 - You Make Me Feel So Young

604. (NA) - S5x14 - Best Day of My Life

605. (NA) - S5x14 - Rockstar

606. (NA) - S5x14 - Downtown

607. (NA) - S5x14 - People

608. (NA) - S5x15 - Not While I'm Around

609. (NA) - S5x15 - I'm Still Here

610. (NA) - S5x15 - You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman

611. (NA) - S5x15 - Colorblind

612. (NA) - S5x15 - Broadway Baby

613. (NA) - S5x15 - No One Is Alone

614. (NA) - S5x16 - Addicted to Love

615. (NA) - S5x16 - Love Is a Battlefield

616. (NA) - S5x16 - I Want to Know What Love Is

617. (NA) - S5x16 - Let's Wait Awhile

618. (NA) - S5x17 - Lovefool

619. (NA) - S5x17 - I'm the Greatest Star

620. (NA) - S5x17 - Pumpin Blood

621. (NA) - S5x17 - Who Are You Now

622. (NA) - S5x17 - NYC

623. (NA) - S5x18 - Story of My Life

624. (NA) - S5x18 - Piece of My Heart

625. (NA) - S5x18 - Wake Me Up

626. (NA) - S5x18 - The Rose

627. (NA) - S5x19 - Werewolves of London

628. (NA) - S5x19 - Memory

629. (NA) - S5x19 - Lucky Star

630. (NA) - S5x19 - Take Me Home Tonight

631. (NA) - S5x19 - I Melt with You

632. (NA) - S5x20 - All of Me

633. (NA) - S5x20 - No Time At All

634. (NA) - S5x20 - American Boy

635. (NA) - S5x20 - Shakin' My Head

636. (NA) - S5x20 - Pompeii

637. (NA) - S5x20 - Glitter in the Air

638. (NA) - S5x20 - Girls on Film

639. (NA) - S6x01 - Sing

640. (NA) - S6x01 - Dance the Night Away

641. (NA) - S6x01 - Uninvited

642. (NA) - S6x01 - Let It Go

643. (NA) - S6x01 - Suddenly Seymour

644. (NA) - S6x02 - Tightrope

645. (NA) - S6x02 - Take On Me

646. (NA) - S6x02 - Home

647. (NA) - S6x02 - Viva Voce

648. (NA) - S6x03 - It's Too Late

649. (NA) - S6x03 - Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow/Head Over Feet

650. (NA) - S6x03 - You Learn/You've Got a Friend

651. (NA) - S6x03 - So Far Away

652. (NA) - S6x04 - Rock Lobster

653. (NA) - S6x04 - Whip It

654. (NA) - S6x04 - Thousand Miles

655. (NA) - S6x04 - Bitch

656. (NA) - S6x05 - It Must Have Been Love

657. (NA) - S6x05 - All Out of Love

658. (NA) - S6x05 - Father Figure

659. (NA) - S6x05 - My Sharona

660. (NA) - S6x05 - You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)

661. (NA) - S6x06 - Arthur's Theme

662. (NA) - S6x06 - Wishin' And Hoping

663. (NA) - S6x06 - Baby It's You

664. (NA) - S6x06 - What the World Needs Now

665. (NA) - S6x06 - Promises, Promises

666. (NA) - S6x06 - They Long to Be Close to You

667. (NA) - S6x06 - I'll Never Fall in Love Again

668. (NA) - S6x06 - Alfie

669. (NA) - S6x07 - You Give Love a Bad Name

670. (NA) - S6x07 - Somebody Loves You

671. (NA) - S6x07 - Time After Time

672. (NA) - S6x07 - I Know Where I've Been

673. (NA) - S6x07 - Same Love

674. (NA) - S6x08 - Hey Ya!

675. (NA) - S6x08 - Our Day Will Come

676. (NA) - S6x08 - I'm So Excited

677. (NA) - S6x08 - At Last

678. (NA) - S6x09 - Uptown Funk

679. (NA) - S6x09 - I Want to Break Free

680. (NA) - S6x09 - Break Free

681. (NA) - S6x09 - Lose My Breath

682. (NA) - S6x09 - Cool Kids

683. (NA) - S6x09 - Friday I'm in Love

684. (NA) - S6x10 - Far From Over

685. (NA) - S6x10 - Rather Be

686. (NA) - S6x10 - Rise

687. (NA) - S6x10 - The Trolley Song

688. (NA) - S6x10 - The Final Countdown

689. (NA) - S6x11 - We Built This City

690. (NA) - S6x11 - Mickey

691. (NA) - S6x11 - Chandelier

692. (NA) - S6x11 - Come Sail Away

693. (NA) - S6x11 - Listen to Your Heart

694. (NA) - S6x11 - Take Me to Church

695. (NA) - S6x12 - Popular

696. (NA) - S6x12 - I'm His Child

697. (NA) - S6x13 - Daydream Believer

698. (NA) - S6x13 - Someday We'll Be Together

699. (NA) - S6x13 - I Lived

700. (NA) - S6x13 - This Time

701. (NA) - S6x13 - Teach Your Children

702. (NA) - S6x13 - The Winner Takes It All

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How many of the shows songs are referenced in other episodes? I know gicci gicci goo is referenced in doofania

“Gitchee Gitchee Goo” gets referenced in “I, Brobot,” “I Scream, You Scream,” “Toy to the World,” “Greece Lightning,” “The Flying Fishmonger,” “Hail Doofania!” “Out of Toon,” “The Chronicles of Meap,” “Tri-Stone Area,” “Oh, There You Are, Perry,” “Isabella and the Temple of Sap,” “Candace’s Big Day,” “I Was a Middle Aged Robot,” “Phineas’ Birthday Clip-O-Rama!” “A Phineas and Ferb Family Christmas,” and “Cranius Maximus.” “I’m Lindana and I Wanna Have Fun” gets referenced in “Rollercoaster” “Are You My Mummy?” “Candace’s Big Day,” “The Magnificent Few,” “Run Away Runway,” “Dude, We’re Getting the Band Back Together,” “Backyard Aquarium,” “Chez Platypus,” “Oh, There You Are, Perry,” “Isabella and the Temple of Sap,” “Finding Mary McGuffin,” “The Secret of Success,” “Sleepwalk Surprise,” “Druselsteinoween,” “Return Policy,” and “The Klimpaloon Ultimatum.“ "Perry the Platypus" gets referenced in “Rollercoaster,” “Lawn Gnome Beach Party of Terror,” “Flop Starz,” “The Fast and the Phineas,” “Lights, Candace, Action!” “Candace Loses Her Head,” “Run Away Runway,” “Jerk De Soleil,” “Ready for the Bettys,” “I Scream, You Scream,” “Toy to the World,” “Tree to Get Ready,” “The Best Lazy Day Ever,” “Boyfriend from 27,000 B.C.,” “Voyage to the Bottom of Buford,” “A Hard Day’s Knight,” “Bowl-R-Rama Drama,” “Got Game?” “Put That Putter Away,” “Does This Duckbill Make Me Look Fat?” “One Good Scare Ought to Do It!” “The Monster of Phineas-n-Ferbenstein,” “Unfair Science Fair Redux (Another Story),” “The Lake Nose Monster,” “Day of the Living Gelatin,” “Elementary My Dear Stacy,” “Perry Lays an Egg,” “Let’s Take a Quiz,” “Oh, There You Are, Perry,” “Phineas and Ferb’s Quantum Boogaloo,” “Bubble Boys,” “Fireside Girl Jamboree,” “Atlantis,” “Phineas and Ferb Christmas Vacation!” “Just Passing Through,” “The Beak,” “Rollercoaster: The Musical!” “Moon Farm,” “Misperceived Monotreme,” “Phineas and Ferb Interrupted,” Phineas and Ferb The Movie: Across the 2nd Dimension, “Skiddley Whiffers,” “Bully Bromance Breakup,” “Quietest Day Ever,” “Sleepwalk Surprise,” “Sci-Fi Pie Fly,” “Tri-State Treasure: Boot of Secrets,” “Doofapus,” “Where’s Perry?” “When Worlds Collide,” “This is Your Backstory,” “Happy New Year!” “Fly on the Wall,” “Bully Bust,” “My Sweet Ride,” “Der Kinderlumper,” “Sidetracked,” “Bee Day,” “Great Balls of Water,” “Knot My Problem,” “Just Desserts,” “La Candace-Cabra,” “Phineas and Ferb: Mission Marvel,” “Thanks But No Thanks,” “Face Your Fear,” “Just Our Luck,” “ Return Policy,” “Imperfect Storm,” “It’s No Picnic,” “The Klimpaloon Ultimatum,” “Operation Crumb Cake,” “The Inator Method,” “Night of the Living Pharmacists,” and “Last Day of Summer.“ "Fireside Girls Anthem" is referenced in “Bubble Boys,” “Fireside Girl Jamboree,” “Where’s Perry?” and “Just Desserts.” “Skiddley Whiffers” is referenced in “The Inator Method.” “Summer (Where Do We Begin?)“ is referenced in “Fly on the Wall.” “J-Pop (Welcome to Tokyo)“ is referenced in “Phineas and Ferb: Mission Marvel.” “Rubber Bands, Rubber Balls” is referenced in “Tour de Ferb.” “Mexican-Jewish Cultural Festival” is referenced in “Phineas and Ferb Save Summer.” “Disco Miniature Golfing Queen” is referenced in “Night of the Living Pharmacists.” “Leave the Busting to Us!” is referenced in “Mandace.“ “Ducky Momo Theme Song” is referenced in “Ferb TV,” “The Inator Method,” and “It’s No Picnic.” “Alien Heart” is referenced in “The Klimpaloon Ultimatum.” “The Ballad of Klimpaloon” is referenced in “Bullseye!” “Yippy Ki Yi Yay!“ is referenced in “Phineas’ Birthday Clip-O-Rama!” “Ordinary Day” is referenced in “Lost in Danville.” “Baliwood” gets referenced in “Not Phineas and Ferb.” "S'Winter” is referenced in “Journey to the Center of Candace,” “Phineas and Ferb Christmas Vacation!” and “For Your Ice Only.” “Alabama Bound” is referenced in “Road Trip.” "He’s a Bully” is referenced in “Bully Bromance Breakup.” “If Summer Only Lasted One Day” is referenced in “The Fast and the Phineas.“ "Go, Go, Phineas” is referenced in “Fireside Girl Jamboree,” “It’s About Time!” and “Tour de Ferb.“ "F-Games” is referenced in “For Your Ice Only.” “Hockey Z-9” is referenced in “The Klimpaloon Ultimatum.” “History of Rock” is referenced in “My Sweet Ride.” “Danville for Niceness” is referenced in “Act Your Age.” “Aren’t You a Little Young” is referenced in “The Inator Method.” “My Undead Mummy” is referenced in “Sidetracked” and “Primal Perry.” “Lady Song” is referenced in “Backyard Hodge Podge.” “Forever Summer” is referenced in “The Klimpaloon Ultimatum.” “Busted” gets referenced in “Hail Doofania!” and “Wizard of Odd.” "Bigfoot” is referenced in “Last Train to Bustville.“ “You Snuck Your Way Right Into My Heart” is referenced in ”Thanks But No Thanks” and “Thaddeus and Thor.” “Ain’t Got Rhythm” is referenced in “Where’s Pinky?” and “Druselsteinween.” “Ballad of Badbeard” gets referenced in “Act Your Age.” "Paul Bunyan” is referenced in “Leave the Busting to Us!” "Gotta Make Summer Last” is referenced in “Leave the Busting to Us!” “That Sinking Feeling,” “Phineas’ Birthday Clip-O-Rama!” “Phineas and Ferb Interrupted,” and “Buford Confidential.” “Do Nothing Day” is referenced in “Chez Platypus,” “The Bully Code,” and “Make Play.” “Happy Sandwich Man” is referenced in “The Fast and the Phineas.” “Lookin’ So Fly” is referenced in “Tip of the Day.” "It’s Candace” is referenced in “One Good Scare Ought to Do It!” “S.I.M.P. (Squirrels In My Pants)” is referenced in “Wizard of Odd,” “Monster From the ID,” and “Druselsteinoween.” “Impress My Professor” is referenced in “Where’s Pinky?” “Pinhead Pierre” is referenced in “Magic Carpet Ride.” “Yodel Odel Obey Me” is referenced in “Road Trip.” “Doof ‘N Puss” is referenced in “Isabella and the Temple of Sap,” “Finding Mary McGuffin,” Phineas and Ferb The Movie: Across the 2nd Dimension, “Ferb TV,” “Phineas and Ferb Save Summer,” and “The Return of the Rogue Rabbit.” “Let’s Go Digital” was referenced in “Out of Toon,” “Knot My Problem,” and “Toy to the World.” “That’s Wings You Turkey” is referenced in “Druselsteinoween.” “Hail Doofania!” was referenced in “The Beak,” “Phineas’ Birthday Clip-O-Rama!” “Perry the Actorpus,” “For Your Ice Only,” and “Der Kinderlumper.” "Spa Day” is referenced in “Nerdy Dancin’” and “Druselsteinoween.” “Let’s Take a Rocketship to Space” is referenced in “Vanessassary Roughness” and “Phineas and Ferb: Star Wars.” “The Good Life” is referenced in “Just Our Luck.” “My Wettest Friend” is referenced in “The Remains of the Platypus” and “Meapless in Seattle.” “Watchin’ and Waitin’” is referenced in “Unfair Science Fair Redux (Another Story),” “That Sinking Feeling,” “Phineas and Ferb-Busters!” “Make Play,” “Run, Candace, Run,” “Misperceived Monotreme,” “My Sweet Ride,” “Where’s Pinky?” “Cheers for Fears,” and “Mandace.” “Horse in a Bookcase” is referenced in “Phineas and Ferb: Mission Marvel” and “Steampunx.” "Follow the Sun” is referenced in “Great Balls of Water.” “Weaponry” is referenced in “Just Desserts.” “Fletcher Flying Family Circus” is referenced in “Thanks But No Thanks.” “Jetpack Volleyball” is referenced in “One Good Turn.” “Carl the Intern” is referenced in “Undercover Carl,” “I Was a Middle Aged Robot” and “Tri-State Treasure: Boot of Secrets.” "This is Your Backstory” references “Evil Tonight,” “Kick My Way Into Her Heart,” “Not So Bad a Dad,” “That’s Wings, You Turkey,” “What Do It Do?” “Happy Evil Love Song,” and “My Nemesis.“ “Phineas and Ferb’s Musical Cliptastic Countdown” references “Ready for the Bettys,” “Queen of Mars,” “Ain’t Got Rhythm,” “I Love You Mom,” “E.V.I.L. B.O.Y.S.,” “S.I.M.P. (Squirrels In My Pants),” “Little Brothers,” “Busted,” “Backyard Beach,” “My Name is Doof,” “Gitchee Gitchee Goo.“ “Phineas and Ferb’s Musical Cliptastic Countdown Hosted by Kelly Osbourne” references “A-G-L-E-T,” “So Peanutty,” “Snacks,” "Fabulous,“ “Everything’s Better With Perry,” “Summer Belongs to You,” “There’s a Platypus Controlling Me,” “Brand New Best Friend,” “Summer (Where Do We Begin?),” “City of Love,” “I’m Me,” “Candace Party,” and “Come Home Perry.”

Overall, PnF has hundreds of songs and the PnF crew really loved reusing them (especially as short sound bites/instrumentals).

#i hope you guys are putting these mass summation answers to good use because i don't even really count them as facts (more like details)#i mean if i know a production/esque fact and it's relevant to an answer i'll pepper it in but you won't catch me straight up #posting stuff like 'Crumpets have been mentioned 4 times' or 'Doof and Perry have willingly held hands 4 times' as my daily facts #................odd that both of those things happened exactly 4 times each though.....hmmmmmmm.....#*X-Files theme plays*#nah i'm just jesting pbfffft #asks #anon #long post

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A Hard Nap, The Fall of Math, The Star Wars Holiday Special, Disco Point, and There You Are

In January last year, I noticed a sign in myself of the same cancer my dad had back in 2008. Unlike the usual symptoms that set off my paranoia, it wasn’t some vague feeling, it wasn’t an intermittent pain, and it wasn’t a general ill feeling—it was clear and unambiguous, out of the ordinary and one of those symptoms that, if you google it, is under the list of “call your doctor if you experience any of the following.”

It was also nonspecific: this symptom could mean cancer, but it could also mean about five other cancer-unrelated conditions. I called for an appointment that morning with my general practitioner, who said that the earliest available date was about two weeks later.

I knew that the only way my fear would be effectively relieved was with the one sure-fire diagnostic tool for this type of cancer, one that’s recommended for everyone, but not until about age 50: a colonoscopy.

For the two weeks before my GP appointment, I mentally prepared for death. For the record, I do this every time I interpret my body’s signals as cancerous, but the mental preparation usually stops after a few days when the symptom either goes away or when a clear alternative cause presents itself. This time, I didn’t get that kind of relief and, in fact, the symptom repeated more than once between setting the appointment and going to it. Each time, it was like an intrusive thought come to life: you’re going to die. You’re going to go through surgery and chemotherapy like Dad and you’re either going to die early, or find out like he did that the cure is worse than the disease, or maybe you’ll hang on just long enough to experience both.

Winter mornings in Texas can sometimes be surprisingly cold. While stepping out the door on a midsummer morning is like walking into someone’s hot exhale, as you might expect, a 33-degree morning is more like a slap in the face. When I packed everything I figured I’d need to move here a couple of years ago, I threw away my winter coat, thinking, I won’t be needing this anymore. (The coat was also about ten years old at that point.)

My first winter in Texas, I layered a bunch of shirts underneath a light jacket and wore a scarf on freezing days. The second winter, I decided that I’d had enough of being cold. After all, I rationalized, here in Texas it was monetarily possible to never have to feel cold again if you really don’t want to. So I bought the warmest coat I could find, an unstylish, bulky parka made by Caterpillar, the company that makes construction vehicles. No more layering, no more checking the weather before leaving in the morning. I could just put this coat on and not worry about it.

But now, under the shadow of a cancer scare these January mornings, wearing the big coat made me feel less like I was smarter than the weather and more like I was trying to smuggle a terminal disease wherever I went. Under my coat, tie, button-down shirt, undershirt, skin, fat, and muscle, something was growing silently in the dark. While maybe it had slipped up and showed some of its handiwork to me, it was already too late to do much about it now.

Since it has affected my life several times before, and since it is such an exquisite mixture of dread and uncertainty, cancer is one of my mind’s biggest bogeymen. I feel personally insulted by the idea of it. I treat you so well, body—why would you betray me? Was I not nice enough? Is this poetic justice for my vanity? Is it, as the old anecdotal saying goes, due to my worrying?

Not only did I feel like I was smuggling cancer under the big coat, I was also warming it up by drinking my coffee. I was feeding it directly when I ate something too sugary. And I was probably even giving it an evil sense of satisfaction when I got stressed out about it. If I was able to keep my mind off it by working in the lab, mixing and pipetting, using kits, and doing arithmetic in my head, it would come crashing back into focus when I was pulling my gloves off to wash my hands.

I pulled up incognito mode on my phone’s browser during my breaks, googling “5-year survival rate colon cancer age 35.” “Cancer staging colon prognosis.” “Colon cancer smoking.” “Colon cancer smoke one pack in college.” “Colon cancer smoke one pack 18 years ago.” “Colon cancer smoke one pack after seeing Luke Wilson smoking in The Royal Tenenbaums.”

At home, I suddenly started noticing the expiration dates on my nonperishables. What will last longer, I thought, the freshness of this baking soda, or me.

I knew I wasn’t going to be comforted by the first GP visit. After all, they’re usually the first stop to a specialist, unless you have a PPO insurance plan, which I don’t. The doctor listened to my symptoms and family history. “Well,” he said, “Given your history, it’s a good idea to refer you to a GI. But, you seem like you lead a healthy lifestyle otherwise, with none of the other risk factors, so we’ll see what he says.”

I made the GI appointment and had to wait two more weeks for it, with the same circular worrying and googling. At the GI appointment, I sat in the waiting room, the youngest patient there by a few decades, and I felt a little bit ridiculous. On the other hand, I’d also just read a harrowing story about a woman in her late 20s who had colon cancer and died from it. That was a real person, I thought, who at the first phase of it probably went through all the same feelings I was now, the I’m-being-ridiculous and is-this-worth-the-time-and-vacation-days, all the way up until her diagnosis. Not just because I was scared, I felt a pang of sympathy. A disease of the old picking a victim from the young is terrible luck.

And I figured, if it could be her, it could be anyone. But most of all, it could be me.

That last bit, I think, is one of—one of—my greatest flaws, the vanity of always thinking that the worst things will happen to you, in spite of the odds. It’s a way of making yourself feel special, but it has no upside. You don’t feel confidence with this type of special-feeling. In fact, you’re more likely to be timid and self-centered, and you just come across as weird to the outside observer. They might think, There’s only a few steps between that guy and Howard Hughes. Somewhere, deep in your mind, they think: Wires are crossed.

Shortly before I went in, another patient arrived, a man around my age or maybe younger who, despite a dozen or so free seats, declined to sit down. My name was called, and I passed a sign on the way to the back that said, “If you have recently traveled to China and have a fever you must let our staff know.”

This doctor’s exam rooms had floor-to-ceiling windows, the kind you’d see in a movie, instead of the usual dull and bulby, off-white plastic exam room interior. A Spanish medical student came in to give a pre-appointment questionnaire and to take my vitals. He asked, in much better English than I could have mustered in Spanish, “So. There is some blood in they crep?”

When he came in, the GI repeated what my GP had said, and since he was also the person who would be performing a colonoscopy, he said I should set an appointment for one with him. I managed to get a date three weeks later.

From other people’s stories, I knew two things about colonoscopies: they are no fun, especially the night before, but the general anesthesia on the day of the procedure, on the other hand, is fun. I was nervous enough on the day before that I actually asked someone at the pharmacy for help finding the items I was looking for: Polyethylene Glycol (or PEG, which we use all the time for lab experiments, and which I was going to have to drink 2 liters of), Gatorade, and laxative pills. I had to take about 800% of their recommended dosages, each.

The bodily effect of those chemicals was dramatic, and I will spare the details. The worst parts of it, I found, were the generally exhausting physical toll it took, and the feeling by the end that I had some kind of dangerous sodium imbalance: I was sweating between my fingers, for example, but the rest of me felt as dry as paper. At 10PM, I was too tired to do anything, but too nervous to sleep for more than a few hours.

One smaller worry that I felt the next morning, as I took a selfie in my hospital gown to send to a friend back home, making a backward peace sign to show off the IV sticking into my hand and also how brave I was being, was that I might just die right there on the table from the general anesthesia. Part of my grad school research was on Propofol, the most-used general anesthesia nowadays (which, incidentally, also killed Michael Jackson). This was the same drug I was to be given.

I’d never been fully put under anesthesia before. It was astronomically improbable that I’d have an adverse reaction to it and die (and by the way, Michael Jackson abused it, using it far outside of medical praxis—if you’re afraid to get a colonoscopy yourself, don’t be, it could save your life), but keep in mind what I said about my vanity.

“Hey, I’m really scared,” I told the anesthesiologist. He said something, muffled by his mask, that sounded like, “It’ll be all right.” Then he busied himself with a syringe, connecting it to my IV. He depressed it about a third of the way. “This should help you,” he said.

The last thing I said was, “Whoa…I feel it.”

After what felt like a hard, late-afternoon nap, I said, “Hello?”

My head was wrapped with something. When I touched my face, I could feel that there were cotton pads underneath the wrapping, holding my eyes shut. I guess that at some point either mid-procedure or after, my eyes had opened, unseeing, and they’d done this to keep them from drying out. “Hang on, sir,” I heard a nurse say, and my head was unwrapped.

“It’s over?” I asked.

“You’re all done,” he said.

“Gimme a minute, please,” I said, my South Jersey accent peeking out. “I feel a little weird.”

Eventually, I sat up. Two of the nurses helped me stand, and I pumped my arms like I was lifting light, invisible dumbbells. As I put my glasses on and looked around, I thought that they all seemed like they were fighting to not smirk. What did I say while I was blacked out? I wondered, with a twinge of panic, before deciding that it would be worthless to speculate. It could have been anything. There are literally millions of possibilities. Again—it would be worthless to speculate, I told myself, firmly.

An Uber driver, I had been told by hospital staff during a consultation, was not a legally strong enough party to take responsibility for me at discharge. Someone I knew would have to escort me to my apartment. Also, they said, they really would do that thing where you’re back in your own clothes, and they push you to the exit in a wheelchair when you’re all finished. After my procedure, my co-worker stood waiting in the discharge zone with his car as an orderly wheeled me out of the hospital exit. I stood up from the wheelchair and got into the passenger seat of his car, for some reason more aware than usual of the heat coming from the vent and the smell of the car’s leather upholstery. “I still feel weird from the anesthesia,” I said to my friend.

“I’ll bet you do,” he replied.

It was about lunch time, and I had taken the rest of the day off from work. When I got home, I ordered a pizza and lay on my bed. I ate the pizza and watched Star Wars. I had not felt any euphoria when I woke up, I thought hollowly. And my first solid meal in almost forty hours tasted unremarkable. I was still groggy, but not in a pleasant way. I felt cheated.

The hospital staff had put a manilla envelope into my hands as I left. It contained sheets of images the doctor had taken during the procedure. Once lucid, I leafed through them and compared the thumbnail-sized images on printer paper with googled images of cancerous tumors viewed through a colonoscope, trying to diagnose myself.

A couple of the images on the papers had shapes that looked weird, with what seemed like variations in the texture or color of my colon wall that to me, at least, appeared one hundred percent fatal. It was another two weeks before I had a follow-up appointment to go over them with the surgeon.

“See this?” The GI said, two weeks later, pointing to one of the images that had seemed completely normal to me, unlike other ones I had thought were much more scary and unusual-looking. “That’s a low-risk polyp. Of course, now it’s a no-risk polyp, ‘cause it’s gone.”

This medical episode ended only three or so weeks before the whole world changed, but I was all the more grateful for that. If I’d waited to be checked out, then I would have been weighing whether it was worth getting tested against the possibility of being infected with COVID.

The doctor recommended that I get a colonoscopy every five years from now on, but added, “If you want, you can go earlier than that.” I told him thanks, but once every five years sounded fine.

I wrote about the first seven weeks of the pandemic in my last entry. After that, May and June passed in the same way as March and April had. I went back to work in mid-June for two weeks before the first summer COVID spike closed things back up. I continued to play Quake, and I continued to fret about my family.

I had a job interview for a position in northern Maryland in April. I didn’t get it, but I had a good idea why I’d been turned down: the position wanted people with proven math skills. Which makes sense—for the last few years I’d said repeatedly that I wanted to have a job that involves less lab work and more data analysis. This was one of those jobs.

My graduate program gave me a degree in “Computational and Integrative Biology.” Sometimes I shorten it to “Integrative Biology,” or “Computational Biology,” but I always feel sort of dishonest when I tell people my degree. (Apparently this feeling is common among grad students). My own reason for feeling dishonest was because, in any other college, the work I was doing would probably just fall under normal old “Biology.” While it was true I had done course work that reflected “Computational and Integrative” Biology, they were courses taught in a remedial way.

When I say remedial, I mean that they were courses designed to get biologists up to speed on how to do higher-level data analyses with their experiments. For instance, in my “Biomath” course, we went over ordinary differential equations and graph theory. Those are both intermediate-level math types, ones you’d encounter in the later part of an undergraduate math degree program. Throughout that course, there was a lot of handwaving whenever I asked questions.

“Eh…,” the professor might have responded to something I had asked, “that requires a lot of background explanation we don’t need right now to handle the problem here. Just take it as a given for what we’re working on.”

In grad school, it’s common to be well-versed in only your narrow little research tunnel that leads outward to the edge of “known” biology. But a few times each month, several of us students would head to the bar down at the city’s waterfront after work to talk about our research. It usually began with a complaint—“This is the third time this kit wouldn’t work this week and it takes twelve fucking hours to run it each time,”—but to give us a more context for their problem, whoever was griping would have to go back and start at the beginning, recounting all the steps leading to their experiment’s failure.

This was a useful exercise, since a pair of new eyes on your work meant that at least you could get feedback on how to better relate the subject matter when you talked to a non-science audience, and at most, you might get a real solution for the problem you were bumping up against.

But I would sometimes get privately upset, as I sipped my beer and glanced out the window at the river, when a math-centered Computational and Integrative Biology student would start talking about their research. As someone who feels an unpleasant, TV static-like anxiety in my chest the moment I see letters in italics, or one of those big, orphan sorority sigmas following an equal sign during a math seminar, this upset feeling was directed at myself. Because, as a result of my insecurity, I would start listening to the beginning of the math student’s explanation of their research, trip over the first unfamiliar term I heard, lose the thread of what they were talking about, give up, and zone out. The math students, overall, just seemed light years ahead of me.

A critical vocabulary word that I began to mentally tie to the situation—slumming, these math types were slumming when talking to us biologists—was the grain of sand to my insecurity’s oyster. By the time I got my diploma a few years later, it had developed into a little pearl; now I had the feeling that I was, relative to those who’d come from a math background, a fake computational biologist.

Unhelpfully, the people in charge of hiring for the jobs I want nowadays seemed to agree. All the job listings I was interested in applying for made me feel the same panic that advanced math symbols on powerpoint slides did. The subjects they wanted their applicants to have experience in—machine learning, deep learning, regression analyses—were all frightening, impregnable terms, reminding me either of some kind of giant machine made up of endless tubes and valves, all spitting dangerously hot steam, or of a highly secure, underground bomb shelter that requires fingerprints or eyeball scans to get into. I knew from my previous learning experiences that if I didn’t understand the fundamentals and learned only the higher-level, applied stuff, it was just going to make me feel unworthy, and I’d forget it at once.

But summer had come—it was midsummer now, in fact. The pandemic wasn’t going anywhere, so what was I going to do if I didn’t start learning something? I ended up registering for three classes at a community college back home, which offered their fall semester online. For two thousand dollars, including textbooks, I got a spot in Introductory Statistics, Linear Algebra, and Calculus III.

Calculus III was a risk. I’d taken Calc I and II in undergrad, now about seventeen years ago, and I had earned Bs back then. I didn’t remember much of the material from either class. I’d tried watching Khan Academy videos at various points in the meantime, but could never stick with it. I’d watch several videos in a row, feel like I understood things, try a practice problem, get it wrong, and forget about it after a day or two. But now, I had put actual money into it and, in a few months, a grade would be spit back out, so this time I had real skin in the game.

But I had misgivings that I was too old to learn new stuff, or that I would be one of those students I remember when I was in undergrad, the older students who would grind class to a halt with their endless questions. Or maybe I would get worse grades than I had in undergrad, despite taking things more seriously now.

Two of the classes were taught asynchronously, meaning each lecture was a video that you could pause or replay at your leisure, and all tests were take-home, but the other class, Statistics, was done over Zoom. You might think a Zoom class could be a better way to learn—clarifying questions can be asked immediately, for instance—but for me, at least, it was not. Instead of focusing on the material being taught, the whole time I’d be thinking, “They can see me. Everyone here can see me. I can see me, and I have a dumbass expression on my face. Can they tell that I have a bedsheet instead of a curtain over my window blinds?”

My mind wandered during class just as much as it had while sitting in a lecture hall when I was eighteen, but now, these classes were held later at night, after I’d been working all day and had eaten dinner. As a result of this, and the fact that I find Statistics to be boring when it’s taught as a series of don’t-worry-about-how-we-derived-it formulas to plug numbers into, I did the worst in Statistics.

But Calc and Linear Algebra were more interesting. When I watched the class videos, I got familiar with the disembodied voices of the teachers, who each seemed to be trying to do an impression of Khan Academy videos. My Calc teacher, with his strong Vietnamese accent, would punctuate every few lines of derivation or proof with, “So what does that mean then?” Every time—new topic, new chapter, new problem, exactly the same tone of voice: “So what does that mean then?”

Eventually, in my head, his cadence merged with the tones of Woody Woodpecker’s laugh, and I began saying it to myself as I did chores around my apartment. “So what does that mean, then?” I’d half-sing at my garbage can liner as I cinched it shut. “So what does that mean, then?” I’d say to a wrinkled button-down shirt, enjoying the pepper shaker-y smell of my iron when it’s turned up to its hottest setting. “So what does that mean, then?” I’d say to the window blinds, when considering whether I should replace the bedsheet I’d hung there with an actual curtain, before answering myself that No, this apartment is too temporary for something as tony as curtains.

Sometimes I’d say it three times in a row, like Woody Woodpecker himself:

“So what does that mean, then?”

I kept a Google Sheet of how much time I spent doing work for each class, and found that I averaged about 20 hours a week total. That broke down to approximately an hour and a half each weekday, and on Saturday and Sunday I would go for about six or seven hours each. I’d get up at 7:30 those weekend mornings and brew a pot of coffee, then sit taking notes and working through every part of each assigned homework, not moving on from a problem until I understood everything about it.

I think that those Saturday and Sunday mornings may have been the happiest I felt during the year 2020. In the middle of a difficult Calc problem, not having the answer yet but certain I was on the right track, while also buzzing on caffeine, as a beam of early horizontal sunlight hit my kitchen backsplash and filled the apartment with more brightness than all my lightbulbs put together, I for once did not feel worried. I was unworried about my parents, my sisters, my brother, my sister-in-law, my niece and nephew, and all the pets. Unworried about COVID, or cancer, or the work stresses of the week. Unworried about getting older, about being alone still, or about enjoying being alone too much; unworried about letting all of this time go by and still feeling like real life hasn’t started; unworried about my dad having another stroke, or about my mom just suddenly up and dying out of nowhere, or cancer, or whether my hairline is changing, or the fact that my heart has been skipping a beat sometimes lately, or whether my friends who I speak to on the phone were getting sick of me, or whether I am too graphic when I describe symptoms I am afraid mean I might have cancer, or whether my apartment neighbors will keep me up with their noise again tonight, or whether the tooth sensitivity I feel drinking cold water lately means I need to risk a dentist visit during a pandemic, or whether I will be able to have healthier boundaries with my parents whenever I return to the northeast, or whether I’ll ever feel truly satisfied and content, or whether I’ll ever feel actual joy some day, or whether my hang-ups, and anxieties, and fears, and regrets about my personal and professional choices will end up all ganging up on me at once, or, of course, whether at any given moment, I might have cancer.

My attitude going into the classes was that I would disregard whatever grades I got and simply aim for as much comprehension as possible. But about halfway through the semester, I lost my nerve and began to think of my grades as a direct indicator of my level of understanding. So I started fretting about my grades, and on days of Calc III exams during the second half of the semester, I took vacation time so I could spend the whole day working on them.

It got a little crazy toward the end, but finally, it was over, and I managed to get all As. That made me happy, even if I knew that that kind of satisfaction is a bit immature. But I felt like I was making up for some of the sins I had committed as a college student, my laziness and my previous lack of appreciation for education finally, in a small way, absolved.

I spent Christmas here in Texas. When I think back on Christmases from previous years I find that I can remember the past two years very well because I flew home and packed a lot of family and friend time into a few short days. Before 2018, though, I can’t remember any specific Christmas well enough to recount anything that happened on the day.

But when I was a little kid, I remembered each Christmas perfectly, mainly due to the gifts I got and the room where we put the Christmas tree—where “Christmas happened”: in 1990, it was in the back room and we got a magic set, and also my brother pretended to faint when he saw he’d gotten Reebok Pumps. In 1991, it was in the family room, and my brother and I got the Nintendo game “Base Wars.” In 1992, it was in the living room and we got a Sega Genesis along with the game “Sonic 2.” In 1993, it was in the family room again, and I got a Hot Wheels Key Force car, and my brother got the Genesis game “Hard Ball 3 With Al Michaels.”

In 1994, my grandfather died a few weeks before Christmas, and we got a Sega CD. That was the year I became aware that the Christmas spirit was vulnerable to external forces, one’s first experience with death being the most offensive of those forces, and after a few months I also became aware that a hot new gaming console like the Sega CD could “fail,” slipping into obscurity with a small and unremarkable library of games. As a result, the indestructible-seeming sheen of Christmas fell away, leaving behind a better idea of what Christmas really is: a bare, thin-glassed lightbulb plugged into the middle of the year’s darkest period. After 1994, I can’t really remember what happened each Christmas.

This past Christmas will always be memorable, though, because I spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day pretty much doing one of three things: playing Quake (yes, that hobby still refuses to die), watching something Star Wars-related, or video chatting with my family. At any time when I wasn’t speaking to family, I had Christmas music playing in the background, including while Star Wars was on. I turned the heat up in my apartment to 75 degrees and enjoyed how money-wastingly hot it was getting, until my nose started to bleed from the dry air.

I want to take this opportunity to say that I much prefer Christmas Eve to Christmas Day. Christmas Eve is generally all anticipation and guest arrivals, buoying the mood long into the falling night. From the viewpoint of Christmas Eve, any miracle might happen the following morning. But then after a late, over-buttered breakfast on Christmas Day, there’s nothing much else to do except think about cleaning up and regret how much you’ve eaten. The “anything could happen” feeling is now all gone, collapsed from a dazzling infinity’s worth of possibilities down to one homely outcome.

I hadn’t put up any decorations for my apartment, unless the Christmas music can be considered a decoration. This ended up being a good thing, though, since I didn’t have to take anything down once the holiday was over.

I started taking walks pretty early in the pandemic, my first walk happening after about one week of lockdown. That day there was a surprisingly large amount of people also walking. We all stayed far away from one another, since none of us were wearing masks—the width of even a modest suburban Texas street is still impressively wide, so there was no safety issue. I always took the initiative to be the one who crossed the street if I saw someone, exaggeratedly swinging my arms as I crossed so the person walking toward me could see my intentions even from far away. I did this because I figured it would be harder for the dog-walkers to wrangle their dog across the street and get out of my way, and the people without dogs were either old or were walking in a group.

In the beginning I was walking maybe twice a week, which then became three times, which became five. It held at five times a week during the fall semester because I’d have to be on Zoom from 6:30-8:30 PM Tuesdays and Thursdays, which took up the whole span of time in which I would usually walk. Nowadays, no longer taking classes, I walk every night.

For a while, I tried to get home before sunset, because I’m afraid of being hit by a car in the dark. After the clocks shifted back, I had to choose between walking earlier, during rush hour when everyone was arriving back at their houses from work, or waiting to walk until after the sun has set. I ended up buying one of those reflective construction worker’s vests for $8 on Amazon and waiting for nighttime. I feel like a dork when I wear the vest, but most of the people walking at night who I see are also wearing reflective clothes. Theirs are more chic than my vest, though, looking like they were ordered through an expensive fitness-wear catalogue. I’d buy the same type, but to me, walking is a meditative, solitary act, and I don’t want to feel that I’m catering to externalities like looking stylish while I’m trying to feel solitary. It also acts as a tacit acknowledgement that I’m not a criminal: “I’m making myself as visible as possible! I’m not casing your houses to break into them later on!”

Even though the focus of COVID is on the transmission of disease through shared, respired air, I still pay a lot of attention to contaminated surfaces. When I go out anywhere, I have a routine: first, I put on my going-out clothes (newly clean), then my shoes, which are possibly dirty, since I have to re-tie them sometimes with unwashed hands, so before I touch anything else after tying my shoes, I wash my hands. Then, I put on a mask, turn off all the lights except the one at the front door, pick up my keys with my right hand, slip my phone into my left pocket, and walk to the door. I put my keys in my right pocket (my wallet is already there), open the door with my right hand, turn out the light, step out the door, and take the keys out of my pocket to lock the door with, again, only my right hand.

I use my right hand pretty much everywhere outside—to push or pull open doors, to open my car to retrieve something from it, to open my mailbox and carry my mail in—because I know that if I use my left hand, my phone-operating hand, I’m going to have to put the phone into a little UV light phone-sterilizing box that I bought when I get home. And for some reason, I feel like it’s a small moral failure to have to use that UV box, so I try to keep my left hand from touching anything except for the phone. But I know that if I drive anywhere, all bets are off—both my hands touch the steering wheel, my left hand touches the car door handle while getting out, and I push open doors with both hands whenever I get somewhere. I’m sure that my left hand ends up touching something that may have SARS-CoV-2 on it as I carry out an errand, and therefore into the UV box my phone must go when I get home. But, when I go out to walk, there’s a good chance that I won’t need to touch anything with my left hand between leaving the apartment and coming back. If that’s the case, I can use my phone freely while walking if I want to, but when I get home, I can still just take it from my pocket and place it on my desk, no ultraviolet sterilizing waves needed. But of course then I still have to wash my right hand.

The walk is the same route every night now. It’s a vaguely circular, level 2.7 miles, starting northbound, bearing west, south, then east. It takes about forty minutes for me to walk the whole thing, plus or minus four minutes, depending on how warmed up I get while walking. My heart rate generally goes up to about 115 beats per minute for most of the walk, according to my watch, then spikes to 135 as I climb the stairs to my fourth floor apartment at the end.

Insulated by the sound of music or an audiobook on my headphones, and with my hands stuck in my pockets, actually holding onto the cloth pocket linings themselves, I feel less like a person on a walk and more like someone steering a large, inertia-filled thing—a sailboat that I have to tack against an unfavorable wind, or a bobsled whose blades I have to turn out of deep ruts on the ice. But despite feeling bodily awkward, I find suburbia to be a soothing place to move through. I really don’t understand how some people think of the suburbs as some kind of dystopia, to be honest. My neighborhood has wide streets, as I mentioned, and the houses are almost all ranch-style. The trees, like the houses, are shorter than they are in the northeast. Some of the trees look more like very tall shrubbery. As for the ground, the blades of grass are wider, and the soil is just a bit sandier. Sometimes, I see two-inch-long cockroaches, what people back home would call “water bugs,” creeping across the sidewalks.

I can’t remember the names of the streets on the walk, except for Forrest Street, which I noticed once when I saw the street sign while I was running and it made me think of “Run, Forrest, run!” and Kenilworth Street, which has the same name as a street back at home. Other than those, I only know points along the route by the informal names I’ve assigned to them. There’s a road where it changes direction from heading north to heading east, and it looks over a little park. The lack of houses there gives an unobstructed view of the western horizon. For that reason, I call that part of the route “Sunset Bend.” At another point on the route there is a house where, in the beginning of lockdown last spring, a family was always outside, the parents sitting motionless in Adirondack chairs while their kids all went nuts on the front lawn, playing with the sprinkler, or doing hopscotch, or sitting at one of those tiny plastic picnic tables, playing some board game. That part of the walk I called “Kidville.”

There were other houses that were always so inactive, so abandoned-seeming—the blinds were always closed and there wasn’t a car in the driveway—that I started to wonder if anyone lived there at all, and whether maybe the neighborhood association was mowing its lawn to stave off the shabbiness. But after the switch from walking in daylight to nighttime, I saw that some of those houses, while still shut up and silent, had lights on inside in rooms not facing the street. Looking at those houses is like staring into the vents of a space heater in a dark room.

Eventually I started thinking about how the walk is exactly 2.7 miles. Then, idly, I realized that if you multiply 2.7 by 30, you get 81. That number of years, eighty-one, seems like a decent amount of years to hope to live—it’s not greedy, you’re not asking for a hundred years, for example—but also, maybe when I get closer to 81, there will be better medical treatments and 81 will seem younger. Assuming that doesn’t happen, though, I think of 81 years as more or less “a complete life.” It is very sad, but not exactly a tragedy, to die at 81.

With this in mind, I started translating the distance along my walk to human ages. For instance, 1.0 miles into the walk, times 30, would equal 30 years. And 1.2 miles times 30 would equal 36 years, which is how old I am now. Since by the time I’d discovered this “conversion formula,” the walk was already so familiar to me that I had a very good perspective on how far into the walk any given point felt—the precise moment when I sense that I’m transitioning from the middle to the end phase of the walk, for example. So when I came up with the multiply-by-30 conversion formula, I was interested to see exactly what part of the walk 1.2 miles, or 36 years old, corresponded to.

The answer is that it was later in the walk than I’d hoped. The moment I reach 1.2 miles is long past the most scenic parts of the route; it’s just after a left turn that puts me on a long straightaway of modest houses leading to an arterial road, known to me as the hook-around part of the circuit where in past walks, I had thought, “Now I’m on my way back home.”

Over the next few evenings, I noted other points, ones that had come before the 1.2 mile marker, and compared them to parts of my already-lived life: I graduated high school at 0.6 miles into the walk, which was the beginning of Sunset Bend. I got my master’s degree in a spot where, at nighttime, a streetlight shines through the leaves on a tree, giving the street a dance hall, disco-ball kind of lighting (hence, “Disco Point”). That friendly, lighted patch of street, with a jaunty-looking house standing next to it, makes it my favorite part of the walk. As for points I have not yet reached: still ahead of my current age distance, at around 1.5 miles, is Kidville, but I haven’t seen anyone in the front yard there in months now.

Toward the end, almost back home, there’s a large school property. I’ve never seen anyone on the grounds, except for the occasional person who sneaks onto the running track to jog it. Along one of the fences that borders the school, in springtime last year, someone started zip-tying laminated sheets of paper with jokes written on them to the chain links. The jokes are all clean, and pretty lame—these days it seems like almost all kid-friendly jokes are just puns, like “How did the farmer find his wife? He tractor down!”

One time, I saw a kid about ten years old on his bike, riding along the sidewalk and stopping to read each joke. The fence ends at a small park for toddlers. There’s a big plastic sign at the entrance of the park, faded but still legible, that has a boy’s name displayed on it. Below his name is written a tragically short span of years, and below that, a message: “This park is dedicated to the memory of (the boy’s name), and to all of the little tykes of (the neighborhood).” Whoever it was putting up jokes on the schoolyard fence stopped replacing them with new ones some time during the fall, and I walk too late to ever see anyone playing at the playground. Well, that’s not quite true: very rarely, around 9 PM on warm nights, I might see what appears to be a young mother scrutinizing her phone as her kid swings in the dark.

I haven’t been to the gym to lift any weights since lockdown started. I’ve been able to do cardio in my apartment, but the result of all the cardio and all the walking is that I’ve lost a decent amount of lifting strength, as well as about ten pounds. This is consistent with how life in general has evolved: I have also reduced the list of spaces I travel to, leaving my apartment only to go to work, to pick up groceries, and to walk through my neighborhood. My body, and the edges of my life, have gone through a great miniaturization, but my perspective has adapted with it—each feature within this smaller space seems more detailed, and the day’s moments are of a finer grain. Inside my apartment, I have realized how much the lighting affects the atmosphere, and as a result the mood, so I can change which lights are on when to reflect the mood of each time of day. When I walk at night, sometimes I have the same feeling I did the week before I moved here from New Jersey, a sort of farewell feeling. That feeling started in the fall as a dessert-like flipside to my happy mornings spent doing math homework. Those evenings, I also felt like I was saying goodbye, to a more insecure, more ignorant version of myself, I guess. Nowadays, I get the feeling that I’m saying goodbye to the person who had, until now, always feared that he was missing out on things.

There will be a time, closer to now than now is to the beginning of the pandemic, when I will leave Texas. I will be happy and relieved to return home, whenever that is. But at the same time, there’s a new feeling that is starting to take root, and it’s a weird one: for all the hardship that the pandemic has presented to me, the anxiety for my family and the limitations it’s put on my mobility, social life, and career, for more than ten months now, its most memorable effect, unless I’m affected by the illness itself, will be that it made me love my neighborhood. I have walked more than 500 miles of it over the months, and scores of miles remain to be walked before I move away. I’ve walked during steaming afternoons, during cloudy sunsets, in pre-dawn twilight on cool mornings, and during soft, breezy evenings. It’s always picturesque, pleasant, very green. The houses look inviting, and the dog-walkers wave to me. I listen to music that suits my mood and do the geographical equivalent of palm reading. That’s all, really.

Can a person love a place? Feel gratitude toward landscaping, houses, parked cars, and people viewed only from a distance? Can someone feel affinity to a fox seen in a churchyard and streetlights shining through leaves in the night? Affection for lawn mower exhaust, for the noise of an approaching SUV slowly carving out a bend? Love for landmarks that correspond to moments in one’s past, or to moments that one might encounter in the future?

There will be a time, I hope, when my years in Texas are far in the past. But some day, I will hear a song, or see a house with a certain architecture, or smell a variety of grass, and Texas will return to me. At the same time, I also hope that it isn’t too overwhelming. I’ve found that I can never tell how potent a memory of a particular time or place will be until there’s a lot of distance between me and it. Sometimes, a memory will come gently, settling on me like a haze, ready to be indulged, even laughed at. In such cases I turn up the music that brought the memory, or take a luxuriating whiff of the scent, and I think back on the time, feeling only a little bit sad.

But other memories swoop down like some kind of predatory bird, and in those cases, the nostalgia feels more like the punch of the bird’s talons in the back of my neck. The sense of missing is so strong that it feels less like nostalgia and more like a distilled, portable homesickness. Ridiculously, I’ll even want to return to the memory’s time and place, despite knowing that in reality it had been fraught with pain or unease. Which makes the sneaking feeling growing during this time, at this place, all the more uncanny. I mean, all that this span of time has been, is me, and some terrain, and the wind, and the light of the sun or the moon. No one else. My nostalgia for anything before this was always about times and places with other people. So who will I be missing?

Someone once said, Wherever you go, there you are. But now, I wonder: is that really true?

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My 2020 reviews

All the cool kids were doing these so now I finally dragged my ass into doing them too lmao.

Albania- Fall from the Sky

A song I swear cursed this whole contest from the moment it won Festivali i Këngës. Like with the shitshow this song caused I just knew the whole year was fucked. With half the fandom whining they didn’t get their first club song of the year to the other half smugly shoving it as their winner despite no other songs being around to compare it to, the whole fiasco just left me knowing that 2020 would end in tears, just hopefully not my own. As for the song, it’s lame. It’s a standard ballad with OBSCENE amounts of autotune, which is weird because the girl can actually sing pretty decently without it, so why they decided to make her sound like a damn computer is beyond me. And WHY did they translate it, haven't the past few years proven that Albania's better off leaving their songs in Albanian?

Armenia- Chains on You

A bootleg Ariana Grande song, and a really shit one at that. The kind of song only people who think being young, gay and mean counts as having a personality would say is good.

Australia- Don’t Break Me

One of the few decent Australian entries (but that REALLY isn’t saying much coming from me, I barely care they’re in the contest by this point) but marred by a horribly untidy performance and lacklustre lyrics. At least it’s not fucking pop-opera, that’s all I can say. I’d rather listen to the sound of my face being dragged down the runway at Heathrow airport than be subjected to another Zero Gravity.

Austria- Alive

One of those pseudo-jazz dance songs, á la Olly Murs or Bruno Mars (I swear there’s a song like this in every recent contest). I mean, it’s good, but it’s just kinda meh since I’m kinda getting tired of this genre rearing its fedora-wearing head every time a new lineup rolls in.

Azerbaijan- Cleopatra

One of the “better” trashy entries this year, comprised of about five different musical genres, six ancient cultures being appropriated and absolutely zero class. Probably sounds at least 50% better when you’re absolutely steaming drunk and face down on the floor in the middle of a gay bar.

Belarus- Da Vidna

Somehow, this song sounds both very unique and original yet trite and average at the same time. I couldn’t decide whether listening to it was a new experience or if I’d heard it a million times before.

Belgium- Release Me

A song which just drones on till it ends. I would say it’s ripping off the song that won last year, but it forgot that having a chorus stops your song from being three minutes of snooze.

Bulgaria- Tears Getting Sober

A typical breathy mumble-girl song, AKA a genre I can’t fucking stand. Really don’t see the hype with this one, the melody is pretty but the vocals are out for lunch and it’s otherwise completely and utterly boring.

Croatia- Divlji Vjetre

One of the token big dramatic ballads you listen to once, enjoy, then forget about until Darius in the Discord server plays it one night whilst you’re hitting up the radio bot with requests. You’ll find that “nice, but forgettable” is a common theme for this year.

Cyprus- Running

Ironically Cyprus didn’t send a crappy Fuego knockoff for 2020, and I say ironically because a crappy Fuego knockoff would’ve actually stood out this year, and I say crappy because honestly Fuego wasn’t even all that great to begin with. "Running” itself is just one of those edgy tortured soul pop songs which, let’s be honest, would have been paired with an impressive performance which would’ve overshadowed how bland it is. Kind of like “You’re the Only One”. Or even Fuego for that matter.

Czech Republic- Kemama

Standard Afro-pop, a genre we don't often see at the contest so I'll let it pass. I feel like this is the kind of song that’s infinitely better live, and that it would’ve been one of those songs that suddenly became a frontrunner after the semi finals, but I guess we’ll never know eh?

Denmark- Yes

The quintessential mid-10s Eurovision song. It's got guitars, happy people, Scandinavian origins… it’s just a typical radio guitar song, nothing special.

Estonia- What Love Is

I mean it's better than La Forza. Granted, the sound of someone pissing directly onto a microphone installed in the bowl of a toilet would sound better than La Forza but still. Going back to this song, it’s just... a standard Eastern-ballad with some very desperate lyrics. It feels kind of outdated, if I’m honest. Like something about this just reeks of 2011.

Finland- Looking Back

Yet another dreary, forgettable ballad. It comes to something when the best song they COULD have sent was a party song which sounded like it was from the mid 90s. At least that song was memorable. That said, this one at least has some decent lyrics. Bravo for that I guess.

France- Mon Alliée

France decides to say “fuck it” to being an underground fan-favourite and takes a leaf out of the UKs book by sending the same rent-a-Swede schlock they’ve been sending since 2015. I’m just confused as to why anyone in their right mind would choose to follow the UKs example but you do you France.

Germany- Violent Thing

A rehash of Sweden's entry from two years ago, but this time sung by Justin Bieber circa 2008. Kind of alright if you can stomach the singer's whiny voice, but otherwise pretty dull and kinda forgettable.

Greece- Superg!rl

Hello fellow kidz, we are hearing you like the girl power? The super heroes? The t3xt $p3ech? We made you song, please give us the votes *dabs*

Georgia- Take me as I Am

I mean… this sure is a choice. This feels like one of those songs that everyone memes on because the lyrics are kinda janky and the singer’s voice (and accent) take a bit of getting used to, but other than that it’s just one of those NQ songs for hipster fans to declare as their unironic winner at a later date. All in all this just feels like the male equivalent of one of those mid-10s fat acceptance women’s songs, only a lot shoutier and this time he has more flaws than not being skinny.

Iceland- Think About Things

A bootleg George Ezra song, performed by a load of disinterested tumblr users in their pyjamas. Because if there’s one thing that sells me on a song, it’s being given the evils by a bunch of nerds who look like they’ll send me death threats for not agreeing with their Pokémon headcanons. To be fair, the song is kind of groovy since it sounds so 70s, but the performance is very off-putting to people who aren’t in the Eurovision loop. And also people who are, because I sure as Hell don’t see the appeal in this myself and this whole performance just feels like Save Your Kisses for Me without the charm. I feel like this would’ve come second or third, definitely with a lot of televotes but either the jury would’ve dragged it down or it wouldn’t have scored enough televotes to win.

Ireland- Story of my Life

A song that’s at LEAST ten years out of date by this point, think like an early Katy Perry, Jessie J or Avril Lavigne song. I’ll forgive it because even though it sounds like it should’ve been entered in 2013 (at the latest), it at least evokes some nostalgic memories of shitty school discos and holiday parks.

Israel- Feker Libi

The female equivalent of the Czech song. Unsurprisingly, people went wild for it when it was released. I guess only women are allowed to sing Afro-pop at this contest. Like with the Czech song, I’ll forgive it since Afro-pop is a cool genre anyway, and even though this is just another club song I can at least see myself dancing to it.

Italy- Fai Rumore

Well, at least my wish of “Italy sends a typical power ballad devoid of anything the mainstream fandom likes” finally came true. It was pretty refreshing to have a year where people weren’t shoving Italy’s entry up my nose left right and centre. In terms of my actual thoughts I can’t deny that the guy has a tremendous voice, but for some reason the song just doesn’t… click with me. I guess I like my male Italian singers a little more gruff and raspy, if you know what I mean. They gotta sound like they smoke at LEAST five packets of cigarettes a day for me to take notice.

Malta- All of my Love

Listen I am 100% rooting for Destiny Chukunyere to win this contest some day but man was this song a disappointment. It feels so… un-special and generic, like it gets the job done and that’s it. It’s not the stand-up-and-belt-it-out soul anthem I’d hoped for, it’s just… there.

Moldova- Prison

All I remember about this song is that it vaguely reminds me of that one Meccano song about the gypsy who makes a deal with the moon or something. And I’ve TRIED to remember more about what it sounds like, trust me.

Latvia- Still Breathing

The one horrible weird song you get every year which overuses strobe effects to the point it comes with an epilepsy warning. Would be bearable if it wasn't for the singer’s insistence that this is actually some feminist masterpiece when it's really just a self-empowerment club song about the singer fingerbanging herself over the fact she writes music.

Lithuania- On Fire

One of the songs everyone thought was going to win at one point, even though it seems like a surefire non-qualifier to me. It’s one of those weird entries, but not the kind of over the top, batshit insane, you’d-have-to-be-drunk-to-enjoy-it weird, the kind of subdued surreal weird. Like this is weed instead of LSD or cocaine weird. Granted my mom, who I consider to be a "typical" Eurofan, actually really liked this song when she saw it in the recaps, so who knows maybe this would have done well with televoters after all.

Netherlands- Grow

I appreciate this song for how artsy and clever it is with its structure, since it starts off acapella and the instrumental builds up with the song until it stops suddenly, symbolising a person’s growth from a child into an adult, and ending suddenly with their death (Geddit? The song’s called “Grow”). But it feels like the kind of song that would be lost on a Eurovision audience. The juries would have taken note, for sure, but the televote… let’s be honest, they’d have been too busy drunk voting for Russia to care about anything else.

North Macedonia- You

Well, it's better than the miserable dirge they sent last year, but given how I'd rather pleasure myself with a steak knife than listen to that song, that really isn't saying much. Going back to “You”, it really just feels like a diet version of Switzerland’s entry from last year, combined with Sweden’s song from 2018. What I’m saying is it’s your average “I’m a man in a club and I want to dance with and probably fuck this hot girl I just met” song, which I a new genre I just made up. You’re welcome.

Norway- Attention

One of those songs you appreciate because it sounds nice and the singer has a good voice, but instantly forget because it’s really not all that interesting. If I sound like I'm repeating myself, welcome to Eurovision 2020.

Poland- Empires

“Rise Like a Phoenix” but sung by a wannabe Adele and not a mascara-wearing Jesus in a dress. Like a lot of other songs on this list, it’s just average across the board, likeable when it’s on, but instantly forgettable as soon as the next song comes on.

Portugal: Medo de Sentir

Pretty, but also similar to their ill-fated 2018 entry, only with a bit more energy and less pink hair. What I’m saying is this would have been another NQ unless the crowd who enjoy subtle ambience music come in to save it like they did with Slovenia's entry last year.

Romania- Alcohol You

See Bulgaria, because this is practically the same song. It’s just as dreary, just as badly sung (if not worse because holy shit this girl sounds like she’s being suffocated), and I suppose you COULD excuse that by saying she’s drunk or hungover… but I don’t want to listen to someone ungracefully mumble into a microphone for three minutes.

Russia- Uno

A classic big camp party song, the kind of song people who haven’t watched Eurovision since 2003 think wins on the regular. I can see why people would like it (especially in this boring year lmao, I applaud Russia for taking the opportunity to loosen their corset and just send a complete mess instead of their usual clinical vote grabs), but it’s just not something I enjoy. It's the song that plays into the misconception that Eurovision is just a clown show for drunk people, like this is just here to be that one flash-in-the-pan meme song that only entertains people who don’t really care about Eurovision until the day before it airs. Kind of like the old ladies they sent in 2012 (remember them?).

San Marino- Freaky!

San Marino, in true Sammarinese fashion, have yet again sent a decade-ambiguous song which sounds like it was either released in 1978 or 2003. I feel like this would have been one of those songs which could have surprised us if it had a really wacky, creative performance (think like Moldova in 2018), but this is San Marino so you know that would never happen.

Serbia- Hasta la Vista

Insert unoriginal joke about a decade wanting their shitty trend back right here. Okay maybe that’s a bit harsh, especially considering how this song is actually, yanno, unique in comparison to the rest of this year. But it still feels weirdly dated, in a way where I can’t decide whether it sounds like it belongs in 1998 or 2018. I suppose girl power ages a song regardless of when it was released.

Slovenia- Voda

Yet another standard Balkan-European power ballad which you appreciate because it’s well sung, but forget the moment it ends because it’s kinda boring. … Does anyone else have a bit of deja vu?

Spain- Universo

For some reason I feel like this song is shilling itself out to someone but I have no idea who. Aside from the horny people voting solely because the singer is moderately attractive even with that wretched Jedward haircut.

Sweden- Move

Imagine soul but… boring.

Switzerland- Répondez Moi

Imagine Arcade but… in French.

United Kingdom- My last Breath

Not the best the UK could have done, but it’s at least a modern offering unlike the residual dregs of the mid-90s that we sent throughout the 2010s. It’s definitely a bit too generic to have done any better than maybe 15th, but hey at least the cancellation means we won’t have to see it not do as well as the BBC thinks it’s entitled to do, prompting a billion clickbait articles about how Brexit somehow affected our performance.

Ukraine- Solovey

At long last we come to something you probably weren't expecting: a song I actually really like. Which is weird because I usually don't care for or don't like whatever Ukraine vomits into the contest, so I was pleasantly surprised to find a song I liked from them in such a weak year. This song isn’t for everyone, it’s white noise singing which is a very acquired taste, but this is honestly the only 2020 song I find myself coming back to over and over. And it’s in Ukrainian too, so you don’t have to put up with their usual mangled English offerings.

#and that conclude's the mods thoughts lmao #eurovision #if this is good i might do this with other years let me know what you think #mod speaks #mod reviews

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