#seattle playlist

[jarofalicesgrunge]

Temple of the Dog

[fabulousdowneybrothers]

Go stream “V-Rejects” on Spotify - link here: https://open.spotify.com/album/4P4M190cq3jfiTwDrQbyOX?si=Xv-3NLR0TN6ELWQYotXH0A

! Also available on YouTube (free) and other streaming services like Apple Music, Tidal and Napster.

Skip over the songs you don't like!

most photos taken by jaelyn with some alex and robbie sprinkled in there - THANK YOU!

Photos from the Keith Haring opening party at Mo Pop Seattle - we really appreciate getting to be a part of that experience playing in the Sky Church.

Thanks for helping us out!

-The Fabulous Downey Brothers

#art

[omegaremix]

Omega Radio for August 29, 2022 B; #328.

Team Dresch: “Fagetarian And Dyke”

Heavens To Betsy: “Axemen”

Bratmobile: “And I Live In A Small Town Where Boys Amputate Their Hearts”

Courtney Love (Olympia): “Stripmine”

Raooul: “Spirit of ‘78” + “I Had Richie Bucher”

Mambo Taxi: “Do You Always Dress Like That In Front Of Other People’s Girlfriends?”

Huggy Bear: “Aqua Girl Star”

Sleater-Kinney: “Be Yr Mama”

Babes In Toyland: “Pain In My Heart”

Suckdog: “Dead Cat Ghost Wears A Dress”

Free Kitten: “Oh Bondage up Yours!” + “Loose Lips”

Voodoo Queens: “Supermodel-Superficial”

Excuse 17: “I’d Rather Eat Glass”

Cadallaca: “The Trouble With Public Places”

Skinned Teen: “Pigeon Steps” + “I Had Mark Owen”

Slant 6: “What Kind Of Monster Are You?

Emily’s Sassy Lime: "Mr. Moneybag$”

Spitboy: “Ultimate Violations”

Bikini Kill: “Li'l Red” + “Rah! Rah! Replica”

Yeastie Girlz: “Sue Your Friends”

Bonus Omega; first-ever all riot-grrrl showcase and final Summer ‘22 show. Second show broadcast on the same day. Broadcast ahead of time due to scheduling changes on our station’s grid.

[talesofwhimsy]

First time for everything

[scatteredshowersposts]

A post-canon, pre-reunion No. 6 playlist for Shion. This playlist follows Shion from the end of Volume 9, through Beyond, until just before he reunites with Rat. It concludes right before the events of my story, Summer Rain.

In the Country - La Luz There isn't one thing that I wouldn't do for you Why leave?

Good Grief - Dessa But I’m willing to work for this Just show me where to dig And I’m ready to hurt for this

I Don't Trust U Anymore - Left at London As a kid, I was idolizing millionaires and all the presidents But I don't trust them anymore No way, no way, no, not again And I may never trust at all No way, no way, I'm over them

Working for the Knife - Mitski I always thought the choice was mine And I was right, but I just chose wrong I start the day lying and end with the truth That I'm dying for the knife

Glass House - Screaming Females Whose house is this? A gift was promised Future structures till we all vanish

The Center Won't Hold - Sleater-Kinney I need a real affliction Gives me a reason to stay I need a new reflection Don't wanna see my face

Fear the Future - St. Vincent When the Earth split in two I was I, you were you I run for you Run for me, too

Kokomo, IN - Japanese Breakfast God, I wish we could go back there Left alone in my room I know they deserve you too And maybe I'm not that worthy

[obeetlebeetle]

*extremely late to the party voice* guys have u heard dear mccracken yet

[vcrnons]

if anyone wondered i’m still (see: forever) feeling deeply abnormal about dino

[bloodratx666]

i miss my best friend. i miss her so much. it aches. i’m homesick for her.

[crossbackpoke-check]

"This extra space next to me belongs to you. I know where I end now. I won't get lost." -- shoot me (metaphorically) and leave me for dead (metaphorically) why won't you. To make this about Dylan and maybe it's about Connor, maybe it's about Brinksy, maybe it's about any journeyman in the NHL. My brain screamed Chris Driedger and his memorable (to me) Players' Tribune article:

And how can you mention Dylan and Zach (Za-ach, the way Dylan says it) without me having a breakdown about them? You simply can't. And for the younger dudes, maybe it's a little Bords/Briss, not yet steady in The Show, a little bit of distance, a summer that tries to erase and make up all the memories they've made separately... and then a blurry insta story in Vegas. Just like old times but somewhere else. Maybe it's not the same bed, maybe it's not the same set of forks, but maybe it's the principle of the thing.

Anyway, goodbye. Sorry for this, your tag walls make me break out in imagined scenarios.

Much love. xxx

please never be sorry for sending me messages <3 i love reading them i love getting them i think they’re beautiful and i love them i’m!!!!! [🥹💕🦋🫧✨💘😭 <- the best approximation of what my heart is doing]

ok NOW i am taking this step by step because every narrative here kicked me straight in the knees (metaphorically) i am w e e p i n g (literally): i knew tangentially about chris driedger going to seattle but i had never read his players’ tribune love letter to seattle & all i can say is oh. oh. and with the part about trains delayed but still being right on time—

sometimes a dream is a truth your heart knows long before you do. the space that the city and the team made for him (“you’d be the only guy on the team”)🗣️🗣️🗣️ !!! but the way that chris talks about needing to put in the work & leo not letting him quit,,, that’s chris filling up the teakettle with twice as much water, crowding one side of the bed (falling asleep against a bus window dreaming), becoming unburdened by the idea of not being their guy, not having the fallback being their draft pick to content and settle himself with. that’s chris betting on a future. that’s the train coming down the tracks, right on time.

(i am feeling unhinged about it)

SECOND. i know i was the one that said zach and dylan to start so technically i brought this on myself but also i have been ktfo by the mere mention of the way that dylan says zach’s name different from everyone else, stealing an extra breath, stealing as much time as he can get with him, which reminded me of a poem i just read:

The Need Is So Great, Jim Moore

^^^dylan still in love with zach even as he’s leaving, can feel himself losing him, and taking every sliver of the love in his smile that he can get. even if he knows zach doesn’t still feel the same way he’s drawing out the long goodbye & saying i love you in a thousand ways without ever saying it out loud (“i have been asking for a time but in ways that have no words” because he doesn’t want to ask too much, to ask for love) in the hope that zach will say it back OKAY I’M LEAVING i can’t do this

that was a lie because THREE. “maybe it’s the principle of the thing” please insert the most ungodly screech how could you just (lovingly) come in straight with the steel chair and bean me upside the head with that l i n e i think this story has the potential for such tragedy in it but also the most tender domestic longing because bords & briss have known each other for a long time (i think) and guys do sometimes lose themselves when they first get to the nhl.

it’s a big scene, you’re with big name guys, you’re finally doing the thing you always dreamed about, you’re no longer necessarily the best because everyone’s the best, you’re not sure how you fit in, you can get lost in the glitz and the glamor of it but you can also literally get lost in it, the slog of the season and getting caught up and down between teams and leagues and endless airports and buses and travel and ice rinks, losing your phone (accidental) and having new people hound you for quotes and fame and connection so you lose your phone (on purpose) and i think where i’m trying to go is: this could play out as the tragedy of borde going to the california coastline and briss shipping off to the vegas strip and both of them getting a little lost.

maybe there’s someone else, maybe i am steadfastly not thinking about “a summer that tries to erase and make up all the memories they've made separately” as either a summer of them pretending things are ok after a year of barely speaking and now being completely different people they never were before OR a summer of them trying to pretend like they can forget about each other because maybe they didn’t think their relationship was the same thing, is all, when they were or weren’t together. maybe it’s nobody’s fault but for the fact that they were scared and tired and lonely trying to make it in the big times and didn’t know how to show it. and then borde shows up with takeout and plastic forks in vegas and it’s december and nothing like winter in ann arbor and still they fill up all the empty spaces in each other with the things they didn’t know they’d miss until they were gone and this is the real thing, not whatever they were trying too hard to be, to recreate their own nostalgia for the love in their memories. it’s the principle of the thing, is all, to always be true to the love they have right now & not what they think it should be.

sorry that i wrote you kind of an essay of an answer but i had so so so many thoughts because your ask was so lovely so thank you for sending it to me (you are always welcome to!! i love your imagined scenarios!!! cannot even explain how much!!!) & thank you for taking the time to read my walls of tags :))) <3

[cumpoundgerald]

Made a moody & groovy spring Spotify playlist inspired by my few weeks wandering around the forests of Western Washington and the Seattle area.

Playlist is full of new & old indie, hip hop, pop, vaporwave, house, ambient, and more.

Photo: Abandoned Weyerhaeuser Corporate HQ in Federal Way, WA

[fabulousdowneybrothers]

[celestial-ceremony]

I never thought I'd be

Breaking to no longer pretend

Choking on everything

[blackbirdstar]

hey! I was busy making the playlists and I decided to share them here because they are very precious to me and I think they will be for you too. I hope you enjoy it, I'll leave the link below

[official-trainwrecks]

HEY, YOU. Are you a fan of Friends, Riverdale, Dracula Daily, or Heartbreaker? Do you love romance/romantic plotlines? Do enemies-to-lovers and will-they-won't-they scenarios keep you on the edge of your seat? Are you starving for more diversity and mental health rep?

Then you should read Trainwrecks, a FREE online serial following the lives of six Seattle-adjacent best friends from 2004-2015!

Meet the Cast!

Art by mangomangoj on Instagram.

Luna Cruz: (14) A nerdy and artistic girl who's had enough of being bullied about her weight. Her dream is to become a fashion designer. Or an ASL interpreter. Or both!

Dimitri Hale: (19) The most charming genius-turned-bag-boy you'll ever meet. He likes alcohol a little too much, but better booze than heroin, is he right??

Sebastian Velasquez: (16) The only thing keeping Seb from a life of debauchery is his best friend Dimitri, who he happens to have a crush on. Singing, dancing, and playing the guitar are his hobbies.

Jasmine Nolan: (16) Jasmine had the baddest reputation in her high school until she met Jesus. Now He's forgiven her, but she's having an awfully hard time forgiving herself.

Duke Kingston: (14) Duke might be one of the best friends you'll ever have! But if you're a bully, he's going to beat the shit out of you. No questions asked.

Victoria Hale: (14) Victoria's just moved to the U.S. from London, and she has her sights set on Juilliard. Beware her ADHD rage: She can go from 0 to throwing furniture in seconds.

About the Series

Trainwrecks: Season 1 (2004-2005) is now premiering on Substack! Each week, subscribers will receive both a narrative chapter and a social media chapter in their email inboxes. This entire story is free to read, but paid subscribers will receive four pieces of bonus content a month!

Curious about the characters? You can browse this blog or follow the link in the bio to the official website for bios, Spotify playlists, and more information!

Thanks for reading!

[modedelagauze]

A Weekend's Rest ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing: Abby Anderson x f!reader summary: Abby and reader prepare for Lev to stay with Abby for the weekend in Seattle cw: Mostly fluff, Almost smut?? (fondling, hickeys), Surgeon! Abby, College Student! Lev (1.9k) Read the extended version on AO3 HERE

Doorbells seemed to only function within the worst of moments. You were stirred awake by its echo down the eggshell interiors of your girlfriend's home. To your surprise, the burly blonde was sound asleep on your chest instead of being away already, gone early for work. She was smiling in her sleep, absentmindedly running her fingers along your bare skin. You brought up a hand to smooth back her hair for a full view of her peaceful face. The moment was short lived as her newly adopted puppy, Alice, pounced onto the messy sheets of your shared bed, quickly burrowing between the two of you and awakening Abby.

“G’morning,” she yawned into the phrase without opening her eyes. Lacking much effort, the girl shifted to slide one arm over the rambunctious creature, whispering soft words of relaxation and the other arm situated comfortably above your head. Shortly after, her eyes fluttered open. “How long have you been awake?” 

Rubbing your eyes, you answered. “Not very long. Heard the doorbell.” 

After placing a quick kiss on your cheek, Abby pushed herself up from the mattress. “Better go see whatever it was.” You watched the blonde from your elbows as she traveled around the bed and out of the bedroom, how her beautifully defined back was highlighted in the morning light, hair mirroring the sway of her walk. Not long after, you got up to brush your teeth, slipping on the matching shorts of the camisole you routinely slept in. Abby appeared to your left in the reflection of the mirror, standing in the door frame holding a large box. “Has your name on it.” 

As you reached for it from her hands she jerked the box out of reach. “Abby!” you squealed, attempting to save the precious goods from her brutal reign “stop that!” She giggled, holding it over her head and shaking the box a bit. “You are so rude!” 

The blonde then slightly learned down, licking her lips “Maybe for a kiss.”

“Fine.” you sighed, leaning into the girl just close enough for her to lower her guard before snatching your newly found valuables and backing away. In search of a knife to cut the box open you headed into the kitchen. 

“Wow.” The blonde sighed dramatically then trudged into the bathroom to complete her morning routine. 

You heard the girl shout from her bedroom before she reappeared in the corner of your vision. “Your cool, awesome, girlfriend performed numerous successful surgeries last night and you won't even give her a kiss?” She began, leaning on the opposite side of the kitchen island where you were prying open the package. “Real cold, (y/n).”

You rolled your eyes, pointing the knife at the girl for dramatics. “This is a limited edition vinyl, with a poster, postcards, and stickers. You don't get it being this dedicated to something.”

Approaching your figure to press a kiss into your shoulder, she laughed. “Did you forget I’m literally a surgeon? It’s my job to be dedicated.”

You shook your head, lying everything out along the counter as it was carefully unwrapped. “Potato-pohtato.”

Abby pulled away from you, staring blankly at your phone screen which was currently playing random tracks from a playlist featuring music from the artist who’s vinyl you had just obtained. “(y/n) this kind of just sounds like robotic noise,” she laughed dryly. She was very much a classic rock girl through and through. It was actually your second date that she’d dragged you along to an Alice Cooper show and you fell in love with her that very night. 

You giggled at her bewilderment, “You don't get it. Wait for the lyrics to come in.” In the meantime you shifted over to the refrigerator which had been overstocked in preparation for the incoming weekend. Back at the grocery, you'd been sure there was no way in hell so much would fit in the kitchen. “Lev should be here around one yeah?”

Abby shuffled over to the kitchen sink, getting started on yesterday’s mess. “Yeah, I'm thinking we could make cabbage pancakes and tempura shrimp for lunch. Think it could be done in time for him.”

You agreed, ripping open a fresh package of shrimp to begin defrosting, followed by setting cabbage and flour on the counter beside it. You sang along to the music, ‘Relax and ease your mind because you work so much.’ you paused, leaving the open bag of flour unattended for a set of fleeting moments. “You know you really should relax, though.” Sighing, you repositioned yourself to lean against the counter, palms flat against the cold marble at your sides. “I think today is the first time in two weeks that you've been at my side when I woke up.”

Abby turned her head to respond, continuing to finish up the last dirty dish in the sink. “And how do you suggest I do that?” 

You padded over to the girl, wrapping your arms around the her from behind. Resting your head on her shoulder, “I'm not quite sure. I just know that I miss you.” Your neurosurgeon girlfriend-Doctor Anderson, you loved teasingly calling her, had been very hard to get a hold of recently. You loved the way her name rolled off of the tongue. She was sexy as hell in uniform too. On the weekends you'd occasionally turn up to drop off lunch for her. Usually you’d only get in maybe a minute of her attention since it was such a demanding job before she’d be off again with a quick ‘Thank you. I Love you.’ before promptly placing a kiss on your lips then rushing off to wherever she was needed next.

She took your left hand into hers, bringing it to her lips for a kiss on the backside. “I missed you too.”

Abby dipped down to dry her hands on a hanging towel from a neighboring cabinet handle. “Your hands are so cold.” she laughed, turning around to finally engulf you in her heat.

“And you’re always so warm.” You shuddered, settling into her comforting hold as she began peppering kisses along your neckline.

“I bet I could warm you up.” She whispered, resting her chin in the crook of your neck as the two of you swayed to the music, which was now a track from Def Leppard. Her low humming was a special magic to your ears. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

Abby sidestepped your figure, bringing the two of you face to face. Her hands landed on either side of your cheeks, bringing you up into hers for a peck. You could feel her smiling against your lips before another kiss. The girl’s sneaky hands had managed to navigate down your face and to your hips. She muttered quietly for you to jump, catching your form effortlessly as your legs wrapped around her waist in simple muscle memory. Your arms snaked around her neck, kissing deeply and engorging yourself on the blonde as if she’d be gone tomorrow. She backed the two of you up against one of the cabinets which acted as a sturdy backing to distribute your weight when one handed toyed with the camisole hanging loosely on your torso. Her lips attacked the skin behind your jaw, earning a labored moan as she tugged at the strap of your top in an attempt to reveal your taunt nipples.

There was a faint scraping noise, not loud enough to mean anything, but it also sounded an awful lot like a door being tinkered with. “I think I heard something.” You whispered, attempting to separate the girl from your skin.

Now taking her tongue past your collarbone, she was smiling into your skin again. She always thought it was cute how you were so attentive to every detail around you. It was the second night after Abby had moved into her new place that the two of you had fallen asleep watching a horror movie and you were awakened by the sound of falling metal in the kitchen. In fear, you shook the heavy sleeper awake to go check it out only to find that Alice had managed to knock a plate and fork onto the floor and was actively licking both items clean of the earlier dinner’s remnants. She refuted, “It's probably a squirrel or something outside.” Then you both realized it was the echo of both locks unclicking in her front door when you heard it swing open. 

“Abby?” a boy’s voice traveled down the long hall. Delicately, Abby dropped you to your feet before you darted into the nearby guest bathroom, taking a quick moment to put yourself together. The reflection before you was a horror beyond description. Abby had left fresh little splotches along your neck, red with freshness, and your hair stuck out wildly from the claw clip it had once neatly been contained by. Choosing to discard the clip, your hair fell to your shoulders and you played with it, fluffing the dark mass to disguise the indiscreet nature of Abby. During this process you listened to the two of them outside.

“Lev! How did you get here so early?” Abby inquired as you heard the swishing of fabric assumed to be the two hugging. 

Lev’s voice was muffled when he spoke. “Jerry swapped it for a standby so I left an hour earlier. It was supposed to be a surprise, but you didn't answer your phone.” 

 After decidedly spending enough time in the bathroom you peeked around the corner, revealing yourself to Lev. Coming into view, his eyes immediately fixed on you and Abby mirrored him before walking over. “Lev, this is (y/n)”

His slightly annoyed expression grew into a grin, obviously attempting to stifle back a laugh. “Oh, now I know why you were nowhere to be found.”

You giggled, and Abby swatted at the boy’s shoulder. “Lev, you did not just say that.”

His eyebrows raised before shrugging at the girl, “She didn’t do that to herself did she?”

Abby nearly gave you whiplash as she snapped her head around for a look at your neck. You raised your hands in protest. “Hey I tried to cover it up.” Which earned a laugh back from Lev and Abby blushed wildly. She couldn't have her little brother knowing her to be such a vulgar person.

Lev could see this embarrassment and nearly doubled over in laughter. “Abby you're, like, thirty. I don't care.”

She gasped loudly before bringing him in for a bit of rough housing. “You’re four years off!” 

Abby had spent countless hours over the span of your relationship talking about her adoptive brother, describing the intricacies of his character, stressing the most important traits and even the obligatory embarrassing stories that every older sister loves to share. Of course you knew who he was, but to finally have this fabled person materialized in front of you was one hell of an experience. It was exciting and also a little nerve wrecking.

Once the two of them were done, Lev made way for your direction. “It’s good to finally meet you though, (y/n). She won’t shut up about you in the group chat.” What you didn’t know was that Lev had been just as interested in meeting you as you were in him, though he was more concerned with if you were good enough for his big sister to be putting so much time into. 

You turned to the tomato of a girl with a grin plastered across your face, “You’ve been telling your family about me?”

Lev interjected, “All the time.”

You expected the incoming weekend to be one to remember.

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Y’all ate this Hotch x BAU!reader imagine up 👀 Who am I to deny you more when asked so nicely? 🖤

Things remain strictly professional while the case is ongoing, your team and the Seattle division’s sole focus on catching the unsub. But once your resident bad guy gets his one way ticket to a life sentence, Aaron’s former colleague insists on celebrating over drinks…

“I can’t believe you completed the triathlon!” Agent Brandt exclaims with a laugh, her hand coming to rest on Aaron’s arm. From her spot in the booth opposite to you, JJ nudges your leg under the table. Your gaze cuts to hers, and you resist the urge to mime gagging yourself on your straw. Instead, you use it to suck up the last of your second mojito. There are a few appreciative titters around the table and Brandt soldiers on, “Who would’ve thought our nerdy prosecutor turned agent would do something so athletic?”

“Make no mistake, the nerd is still hiding underneath these muscles,” you chime in with a coy smile, the mix of jealousy and rum swimming in your veins giving you the push to overtly squeeze your husband’s bicep for good measure.

Aaron pointedly clears his throat and directs a frown towards Emily whose cellphone camera has made an appearance just over the lip of the table to no doubt document the scene unfolding for Penelope’s benefit. “All the credit goes to my partner here,” he says rather smoothly before draping his arm across your shoulders.

“Oh wow,” Brandt says through a tight-lipped smile, “you did it, too?”

“Sure did,” you respond cheerily while using your straw to swirl the mint leaves around the bottom of your empty glass. Aaron can hear the mischief building in your tone and he pinches your side half-heartedly in warning, but you quietly smack his hand away and continue, “Gotta stay in shape to fight off all the soccer moms vying for this guy’s attention at Jack’s games.” You allow yourself to relish in the flash of recognition in Brandt’s eyes before she slowly retracts her hand from your husband’s arm.

“Goodness,” she laughs and has the grace to blush at her earlier conduct. You feel a twinge of guilt until Aaron’s former colleague looks at him and says, “I didn’t realize you had a girlfriend.”

Derek covers up his laugh with a cough, and Emily mouths a delighted uh oh. Aaron turns to you with a silent plea in his eyes to let the comment go, but your lips are already twisting into a, “Me neither, babe.”

“She’s just teasing,” your husband is quick to soothe all parties’ ruffled feathers as his colleague’s blush grows a shade darker and she studiously avoids making eye contact with you. “We’ve been married for a few years now.”

“And what a wonderful few years it’s been seeing the two of you grow together,” the eldest member of your team adds with a sense of finality. You flash a grateful smile at Dave, and the conversation takes on a more lighthearted tone over the next and final round of drinks.

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On the jet back home the next day…

Your novel tumbling out of your hands and onto the floor of the jet has you jolting awake, and Aaron shoots upright in his seat across from you. A quick glance around reveals the rest of the team suspiciously engrossed in their respective activities- Derek’s listening to his post-case playlist, Spencer’s reading yet another book that’s above your pay grade, Emily and Dave are sharing sections of the New York Times, and JJ’s on her phone, likely texting Will- but the fact that no one so much as bats an eye at the startling noise tells you everything you need to know. It doesn’t take a profiler to understand why you and your husband just can’t seem to stay awake on the early morning flight.

In answer to their unspoken question, you offer, “Didn’t sleep well last night,” by way of an explanation, fighting the blush threatening to creep across your guilty cheeks.

With a click of his teeth, Derek laughs out, “My man,” and Emily pipes up, “We’ll chalk it up to a hangover.”

“Behave, all of you,” Aaron counsels in an utterly non-threatening monotone, his voice still thick with sleep. He doesn’t even bother to open his eyes to scold them, just crosses his hands over his chest and settles back in his seat to get some much needed rest. The corner of his mouth ticks upward for the briefest of moments before his features fall back into their emotionless state.

You tap his ankle with your foot and one eye cracks open to find you smirking at him. “I saw that.”

“Get some sleep, Agent Y/L/N,” he orders in lieu of addressing being caught.

Tugging Aaron’s suit jacket higher up on your body, you dutifully close your eyes and hunker down under your makeshift blanket. Already drifting back off to sleep, you murmur, “That’s Agent Hotchner to you, mister.”

Aaron’s answering smile could rival the sun itself.

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[A/N: Idk if I like this 🙃 But then again, I go through these mental gymnastics every time I post my writing on here]

AH tags 🖤 @gothwifehotchner