#the song is actually its always you by chet baker and i just realized i somehow fucked that up????

[moth-yea]

You could say I have plans

[dirtycccat]

since i started posting my other fanfic here already have my first one ever too my dudes.

pairings: lucifer / mc

words: 3k

genre: soft romance and,,,, jazz

ao3 link

You knew you were late when you reached the front of the door to the secret study and could already hear a soft melancholic piano tune coming from the inside. You knew he was going to be angry, but you truly only had good intentions, so maybe he will understand your reasons once he saw what you brought.

The door was unlocked just for you, but you still knocked softly before pushing you way in, even though you were certain he could already sense your presence.

“You’re late.”

Lucifer was looking at you from his place at his desk, arms crossed and a slight scowl on his face. He must have been working prior to your entrance as the sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up, tie and jacket placed neatly somewhere else. You weren’t usually late, especially since you knew it annoyed him when people didn’t respect plans he was a part of. This time though it just happened.

“I know, I’m sorry, but! I have a good reason."

You went to the table that sat in front of the fireplace and dramatically dropped the heavy bag you were carrying on it and made a show to attract his attention.

“...what is that?”

“Remember how last time I told you about how there were a few artists from the human world that, although they aren’t classical composers, they still have some great songs that I’m sure you would enjoy?  Wellllll I may or may not have asked Levi to help me order their records and since he has premium memberships on almost all sites, his stuff gets delivered faster! They just arrived today that’s why I was late, but, hey, at least now we can listen to them together!”

Lucifer was staring at you with a mixture of surprise and something else you couldn’t really name. …He kept staring at you until you started to feel a bit embarrassed, and the silence created by the record reaching its end didn’t help.

“...uh I mean it’s fine if you don’t want to listen to them. We can listen to your collection, I don’t really mind, it’s just that I thought it would be nice to show you some cool human artists…”

“MC.”

You stopped babbling and looked at him once more. He wasn’t scowling anymore, nor did he look annoyed at all. Instead he just smiled at you, one of his true smiles that reached his eyes and made him look soft (something you could never tell him or else there would be consequences).

“MC of course I remember you talking about them. You started ranting about how much you missed them and how you would love for us to listen to them together. And of course I would love nothing else but to spend my evening with you and some fine tunes from those artists you so much love, since you praised them so highly. ...I was just shocked because I wanted to order the records myself, but It seems I was too slow.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh indeed. “

You could feel your cheeks getting warm from his sudden confession. You didn’t think he’d pay that much attention to the things you said. Nor did you think he would consider your opinion so highly that he'd go as far as to buy the things you recommended.

“Since you brought the records you can put whichever you desire first, and of course you can choose our music for the rest of the evening as well." He smiled as he finished talking and you smiled back at him, cheeks still red and heart pounding in your chest. You searched through the contents of your bag until you found what you were looking for, then went to the gramophone that he kept on the fireplace. You smirked while putting the first record on, thinking about his reaction to what was about to come.

As you turned back, you saw that Lucifer was now sitting on one the armchairs close to the table and had already poured a glass of red Demonus for himself and some wine for you. You gladly took your glass as you sat yourself in the other chair.

You both sipped your drinks and listened to the music around you in a comfortable, familiar silence. Usually on days like these, Lucifer was at his desk doing paperwork while you were lounging in one of the plush armchairs by the fireplace, either just listening to the music, reading or doing schoolwork. This time though, it seemed like Lucifer decided to finish work early and just sit together with you and enjoy the tunes.

The first song was upbeat, with a mix of piano, trumpets and the soft husky voice of Chet Baker. You knew these records mixed songs with different vibes which confused people that didn’t know the artists, a thing on which you depended this time. You couldn’t wait to get to the more romantic but still melancholic songs that were his trademark, songs which always made you feel things even when you used to listen to them back in the human world.

You kept trying to steal glances at Lucifer to see if he was feeling those emotions too as the songs changed to the more tender ones you knew and loved. But you figured it was not going to be easy to catch him showing feelings, especially the ones you were interested in seeing tonight. Still, you enjoyed even just getting the chance to look at him, unguarded and relaxed, his face lit up by the soft crackling fire inside of the hearth.

Here, in the place he felt the safest, his posture would sometimes be less rigid, shoulders less straight, face from time to time relaxed into a smile. During your weekly meetings you could sometimes even hear him hum pieces from his records under his breath or tap his pen on beat with the music. On one particular occasion you even caught him waltzing alone, a thing of which you never spoke of again, since he gave you a long threatening stare when he realized you caught him in the act.

When it was time to turn the record to its other side, you quickly deposited your empty glass and went to the gramophone. In passing you looked at Lucifer who was staring into space, red eyes glazed over in a dazed look, appearing lost in thought, until he caught your glance and gave you his usual self-assured smile, inviting you to say something if you dared.

The second side of the record was what you were excited for. Or more likely there was that one song you wanted to hear. You missed it so much you gasped audibly when it finally came on. You didn’t know if it was the wine, the soft, warm atmosphere tinged with a smell of fire, cinnamon and wine or your emotions, but you couldn’t contain yourself and kept mouthing the lyrics under your breath while you mimed singing into a microphone and moved from side to side with the music. At one point while doing your little singing and dancing you looked over at Lucifer, remembering he was near you and was probably shocked by your unusual behavior. But instead of being disappointed or shocked he was just looking at the fireplace with an amused expression on his face, trying to cover his smile with his free hand. When he realized you were watching him he turned his eyes to you, still trying to hide his expression with the hand that was holding his head upright. As you looked at him closely you realized his cheeks were redder than usual.

“What’s wrong, MC? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what? Sorry, I just wanted to know what you thought of the music. That was one of my favorite songs by this artist and also one of his most popular back in the human world. ”

“It is quite good, I have to admit," he looked more serious and thoughtful as he answered.  "It’s somehow similar but also different from what we usually listen to together.”

“Right!? It’s so gooood. And this man can just makes you feel things with his soft, sad but romantic voice and his trumpet and those lyrics… It’s just amazing."

“...should I be jealous of him, MC?” Lucifer smirked.

“What?” You stopped and stared at him, cheeks getting a bit redder, while he just gave you his smug look, proud of having made you embarrassed.

“I jest. It seems that the record finished. What exciting things are you going to have us experience together next, MC, hmm?” He leaned back, getting more comfortable in his armchair, legs crossed and glass of red Demonus in one hand as he looked at you.

You realized he was right and that It has gotten a bit too silent in the room. You got up to look at the records on the table and chose your next one. This one you were excited to hear as well since it’s been so long since you got the chance to.

You changed the records, making sure to put the one that finished back in its respective cover while treating it carefully. Before, you scolded Lucifer for changing records with magic when he was busy, since they were so fragile and easy to break or scratch. He didn’t take it well back then, telling you that he was older and he handled records long before you were born and that he couldn’t be bothered to get up and stop his work each time a record finished because anyways if something happened he could purchase a replacement, but nowadays you saw him usually change them by hand, especially when you were in the room with him, which made you giddy.

This record started with an upbeat song as well, but you knew that what you were waiting for were her other songs, the ones with the sad poetical lyrics sang in the husky, but powerful tones of Nina Simone, accompanied by a soft piano. There was especially one song you couldn’t wait to hear, and it just so happened to be on the second side as well, so for now you had to wait.  

As you sat back down you took a sip of your newly poured wine. Lucifer, who was sipping his own drink suddenly glanced at you.

“So, tell me, MC, what made you choose these particular records?”

“Well, I thought you would enjoy them since they aren't that different from the records you seemed to like. They both have a layered instrumental background and invoke strong emotions in the listener. I mean that’s what I gathered you enjoyed from what we listen to so far.”

“Hmm, actually I heard the work of these artists before, but It seems I have forgotten about them. I guess it just wasn’t the right time for it back then.”

You stared at him, trying to figure out what he implying. You tried to keep things more or less friendly between the two of you since he didn’t give you any clear indication that he wanted something else and you didn’t want to impose or make things awkward because of your crush. So you guessed he couldn’t be talking about something related to you, could he?

“...and now it is?” you asked sheepishly.

He faked looking thoughtful while keeping his smile on his face as he responded, “What do you suppose, is it?”

Of course he didn’t want to truly give you an answer, when has he ever given you a straightforward answer before? So you just looked at him, trying to guess what he meant, but of course you couldn’t since Lucifer had centuries of experience in hiding his emotions. Still, you realized you could see a certain warmth there, in his eyes and in the soft wrinkles that formed when he smiled. Maybe the alcohol got to him too, or you were both standing too close to the fireplace, because you saw his cheeks were stained crimson and you felt yours must be the same.

…after reaching the third record of the night, and your third glass of wine, you were in a good enough mood to move around with the music until you suddenly remembered something

“Lucifer.”

“Yes?”

“You know how to dance right?”

He was wearing one of his proud smiles, but clearly he didn't understand why you were asking him this out of the blue.

“...of course I do.”

You got up and extended your hand to him. He looked at it suspiciously, until he understood what you were getting at and took it.

“...I see. I hope you know how to dance as well,” he said smiling.

…you did not know how to dance but you did watch tutorials on Deviltube when you remembered dancing exists or when you wanted a fun workout, so how hard could it be to do it with someone else? Lucifer put his hand on your lower back before you could decide if you wanted to lead or not, making this decision for you today. You accepted his choice and placed your hand on his shoulder. From this close you could feel his body heat in the places where your bodies connected, and smell the sweet and spicy scent of smoke and alcohol coming from him.

Lucifer began leading you, taking small steps to the right and then to the left at first, but once he saw you were following him well enough and not stepping on his toes, he started taking bolder strides. You tried your best to follow his movements and let him lead you around the room on beat with the music that was softly coming from the gramophone on the fireplace. In the beginning, you kept looking at your feet, wanting to make sure you wouldn't miss a step and stumble, but once you got comfortable enough with the rhythm you were building, you moved your gaze to his face and realized he was already watching you with a warm smile  and soft eyes. Before the last song ended he spun you around and ended your dance with a dip. You both stood there transfixed, looking into each other's eyes, neither of you wanting the moment to end.

"You're looking at me like you want something, MC," Lucifer whispered in the space between you. "What is it you want from me?"

Feeling bold and trusting he wouldn't let you fall, you freed one of your hands and gently held his chin, thumb lightly brushing his lower lip.

"...I think you know what I want," you answered softly in return. "But what about you, Lucifer. What is it that you want?"

He brought his face close enough to yours that you could feel his words on your lips. His eyes were still locked onto yours, looking alive and alight.

"I wonder, what do you think is it that I desire?"

Realizing that he wasn't going to make the first move himself, you gathered up your courage and brought your lips together. You swore you could hear him give a soft moan as your lips met, but before you could react he was kissing you back hungrily, like he had been waiting for this for some time now. He used the hand that you just freed to gently cup the back of your skull, the other one that was holding the small of your back pulling your body flush against his. As he deepened the kiss, you could feel his sharp teeth grazing your bottom lip and felt yourself whimper. You sensed Lucifer grin against your lips when he heard the sound you just made, his smugness just encouraging you to get back at him by biting his lip too, which got you a sharp inhale from the demon that did not expect your retaliation. When he finally let go of your mouth, giving you a moment to catch your breath, you realized he was still dipping you and that you were in the same exact position you started in: with both of you looking into each other's eyes, but instead of longing the two of you were now staring with soft awe at one another. You started giggling, realizing the hilarity of the situation. Seeing you laugh, Lucifer just gave you a confused smile.

"Why are you laughing, my dear?"

Your heart swelled at the pet name, but you continued, the hand that was still holding his chin going to cup his cheek. You tried to stop your laughing and use the most serious tone you could muster in this situation.

"Lucifer."

"Yes?"

"Did I truly just had to seduce you with jazz records and slow dancing to make you admit you wanted us to kiss?"

You started laughing again as soon as you finished talking. Lucifer looked a bit shocked by your words at first, but then joined in with your laughter.

"I guess you did. You truly are a weird human being, dearest."

"You love it though."

"I wonder, do I?" He grinned as he gracefully let you put your feet down and finally hold your own weight. You both looked at each other with matching loopy smiles and red cheeks as you stood there, face to face, bodies still very close.

"So, MC, did you bring any other records you would like us to listen to this fine evening?"

"Of course I did, did you think that was it?"

...this time, when you came back from changing the records, Lucifer was sitting on the chaise longue instead of his usual armchair and pat the place besides him when he saw you looking confused at his change of place. Understanding what he meant, you took a place besides him and let your head rest on his shoulder, to which he responded by put his arm around your back, letting you lean against him more comfortably. Feeling very full at how soft he was being, you gave him a quick peck on his cheek, just because you could do that now.

"...so tell me, since when did you want to kiss me?" you asked him with barely contained curiosity.

"You'll have to figure that out for yourself, dear," he responded, looking at you with a mischievous flicker in his eyes.

"That's not very fair."

"You love it though."

"I wonder, do I?" you answered him back with the same words he used on you, feeling a smug grin forming on your lips.

[soaringsearingphoenix]

7, 45

7: Do you have any tattoos or piercings?

No, but if i did I would want something geometric and green. If, one day, i can get a tattoo that lets me photosynthesize i will get one immediately. Until then, though, i dont know if I'm committed to any aesthetic for long enough to make it permanent. I LOVE the way tattoos look but I really can't think of one for myself that's worth it to me ("it" being the whole process of getting a tattoo.) Anyhing I have in mind is kind of "go big or go home" and I'm not ready to go big. I doodle on myself a lot when I have sharpies available. But in general i prefer to go unadorned.

As for piercings, I dont even really like non-permanent jewelry so piercings don't have a lot of appeal to me. I do wonder, if I had conductive piercings, if it would affect how frequently I experience little static shocks. I feel like i get shocked a lot but it probably has to do with the fact that I skitter around the carpet in socks and wear a lot of fuzzy jackets.

45: Do you fall in love easily?

No but reading that question got the Chet baker song stuck in my head, which I love and which I will sing with a soft heartbroken lanentation to the fullest of my ability

I mean... I kind of do, actually, it's just really rare. Like, in a Hozier "fall in love a little bit every day" sense for sure, I do that frequently. I love easily. But like, people that my mind lingers on are very unusual, and even when I have a crush it's rare that I would say I'm IN love. If I fall in love, it's easily, but that's a big IF.

I wrote a lot about different types of love when i was describing the domains of my TTRPG world's homebrew god system, which is divided into six domains. Roughly summarized, there is Familial love, a steady supportive kind that is as much for found family as blood relatives. There is Passionate love, which views relationships as a thing you build and maintain, it's "i am going to love you on purpose." There is Companionate love, which is the kind built from circumstances, places you already feel strongly for, it's the kind of bond you build at summer camps and concert venues and late night road trip Dennys stops with people you feel deeply connected to in the moment who you may or may not ever talk to after it's over. There's Community love, which is the love that makes you care for others around you, the kind often born of a shared history, something you feel on holidays or at festivals, even at sports games and in fandom spaces, when you are part of the thing being celebrated. There's Life love, which is caring for other living creatures simply by virtue of their being alive and a part of the world you live in, which remembers that people are animals too and celebrates our place in nature. And there's Observer love, which is a love for the beauty that exists in the world, it's what you feel in moments when you see something majestic - the crash of a thundering waterfall with rainbows dancing through its mist, the silence of a snowfall glittering in the first light of dawn, the expanse of stars above you when you're far from the city, it's a love of the here and now and of the memories you form from experiencing the world.

And like... I wrote it for a D&D campaign, y'know? I was trying to elaborate on how Halflings celebrate emotion more in their culture, as opposed to the Human kingdom which saw the emotional aspects as secondary to the gods' tangible domains (stone, metal, water, air, life, and mind). But as I was writing it all down in a fervor at 2am I realized that it actually touched on something in how I view the world, and it's been a useful framework for understanding and describing my own feelings.

It's that third one - Companionate love - that REALLY hits me when it hits me. Put me in a box with a small group and tell me our time is limited and I'll find someone to fall in and out of love with on the very last day.

Model UN conferences were like that, in the crisis committees - there was always someone I thought I'd keep in touch with, someone I wanted to become good friends with, and then we all went home and had a good night's sleep and realized we knew nothing about each other.

I had a friend in middle school who I used to have sleepovers with a lot, talking about the meaning of life at 2am over video games on the Gamecube, and whether or not I was in love with him I was certainly in love with that experience. We still talk, but we don't have the same relationship now.

In the shuttle from the airport to college, I chatted with another student as the sun gradually set over the expansive desert, and we watched the stars out the window, whispering to each other in the dark about our individual plans for the future and of our love of learning, and we were seated right beside each other but it was too dark to see each others' faces, and in that closeness I was a little bit in love

I guess it makes sense that I would represent this kind of love in the god of water, given the sort of things I romanticize. They are god of change, god of impermanence, god of fleeting things that you know you will find again in another form. Their people are sailors, and their love is a thing you find in taverns and the songs that fill them. The love in togetherness that fills you with resolve to face the cold lonely days ahead. The love that you know you will come back to at the end of the voyage, that will have made the cold and lonely days worth it.

It's the late night slumber party kind of falling in love, and it's wonderful. And it's not automatic. I don't consider myself truly in love with EVERY person I've ever stayed up late with, or with every person I've whispered to about the hopes and fears I normally hold close. But there's something really special in it. In being quiet with someone. In being tired with someone. There's an unusual depth in that bond, but there is also something to be cherished in the fact that it carries no expectations or promises out of the comfortable, drowsy darkness and into the clarity of morning. There's a specific vulnerability in the sleepless times where your usual walls are down a little bit, and I think that kind of vulnerability is side by side with falling in love. And there is a particular love in being able to see yourself living with someone, and I think that's somehing you learn thether you feel for someone in the quiet moments with them.

So, uh... to wrap this up. I don't fall in love often, and so I wouldn't say I fall in love easily. But when I do, it feels so comfortable and so simple and so obvious that it's easy to say it's easy as I'm feeling it.

[nosferatyou]

Double Indemnity: Ch.1 (Josh Kiszka x Reader)

Summary: After an incident their freshman year they could barely stand to look at each other. Now it’s their senior year and are grouped together for their final project. What could go wrong?

Warnings: Cursing

WC: 2.3k

Authors note: Well. I flipped into Josh’s lane and thought of this sucker and couldn’t get it out of my head. After I heard the story behind the writers of “Double Indemnity” I just had to make this. Heres to me hopefully finishing a series! Enjoy!

Let’s go back to the day when I “met” Josh Kiszka and when I actually met Josh.

It was the summer before my freshman year of college, and at that point, film sets weren’t a stranger to me. But I sure didn’t have the experience that most of the already film majors around me had. I was roped in by my long time friend Jack who I hadn’t spoken to since graduation, but due to the circumstances, he needed as many crew members as possible. He had 2 days to write, shoot, and cut together a short film. I was a PA (production assistant) and was frantically running around helping in any way I could. I was smart enough to stay out of the way and speak up when needed.

 I met most of the crew except one, the cinematographer/camera op, who was the busiest on set. The exception being Jack, who was the director. I heard the camera OP was only there because he had the nicest camera, but my mind may have tainted what I heard about him that day.

With only an hour to spare we had finished the film. All of us dehydrated and starving, sleep-deprived too. I was cradling a horrendous migraine from the lack of water and was ready to leave before someone suggested we go to Cookout. Which is arguably the best food at 3 am. 

Against my will, I was dragged to the fast-food restaurant with the rest of the crew. At that point, I was barely conscious and sat in the back seat of Jack’s car. The stranger cinematographer who I hadn’t noticed was next to me until he tapped my shoulder. With a concerned look, asked me if I was okay and needed anything. Which was nice of him considering we’d never spoken. 

After the short exchange of words, he never seemed to fully leave my side. May it be his glances from across the table with the same concerned look, or him bring me cups of water, which I still don’t remember him getting up for. 

After that night it would be months until I see him again. 

I didn’t expect him to be in my Post Production class, but I was definitely happy to see him. It was my first day of classes and to see a familiar face was a nice change of pace compared to whirlwind of a day. Though it wasn’t too long after that that my feelings for him changed.

If you’re a film student you’re going to edit a Gunsmoke fight scene, it is basically a right of passage. Anyways I was an experienced editor and of course, was going to cut the fight scene to the beat of an Ennio Morricone song. If we were going to work on a western scene then Ennio was a must. 

 I was damn proud of my work, I seemed to be one of the best editors in the class, josh being right there with me. We didn’t exchange many words, but we kept each other company by simply sitting next to each other. 

Then came the critique day, when everyone watches your video and gives you notes. Usually its never good notes.

 After our class watched it everyone had a lot to say, mostly over small slip-ups I didn’t notice, that’s normal. Josh’s video was next and the moment the music played I was livid, he had used the same exact song, even cut it the same way I did. The worst part was that no one had anything bad to say about it, all good comments. I kept it contained, for the most part. I didn’t verbally say anything, but my constant tapping and dirty looks in his direction said otherwise. I don’t think he’d noticed.

I waited until everyone left and simply gave him a piece of my mind. Maybe I snapped at him… either way, it led to us getting into our first screaming match. Josh saying he “didn’t” copy my video and me disagreeing. I honestly don’t remember how it ended, but I do remember us getting kicked out of the building for it. 

Anyways that was three years ago, and we still hate each other. Yet here we are still in all the same classes, but the difference is we have silent warfares. Constantly competing with each other, showing each other our higher grades, and besting each other’s videos. I can barely stand to hear him talk anymore, but I do have to say. He knows how to make a good line. 

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Even with the cold chill of the November air prickling my skin and the wind whipping my hair, my mood couldn’t be damped. Maybe “chill” is an understatement. Living in “The City by the Lake” aka Chicago brings on the harshest of winters, and as crazy as it seems, I always weirdly miss it when I go back to Michigan. Sure it has it’s many feet of snow, but Chicago makes the wind weirdly dazzling. 

This is my last coffee, I’ll switch to tea. Is something I say every morning when I get up before classes, but here I am again, with an out of place cold brew in hand and a raging caffeine addiction. In hindsight, it is better than my previous vice, cigarettes, but the headaches it brings on is just as bad as missing a cig. My one hand shoved in my pocket and the other is clutching the same cold brew as before. I may have said that I couldn’t be bothered by the weather, but I’m not immune. 

As soon as I enter Columbia’s Media Production building everything becomes flush with warmth. Its a bit uncomfortable really. I remove my gloves and quickly checked my phone, affirming that I’m right on time as always. As I stroll through the halls I tune more into the music, enjoying my free time. There is just something about Chet Baker and Chicago that just mixes so well. 

Todays a good day though, it marks my one year of quitting cigs. Did I mention that I quit? Because I quit. Anyways my roommate made a big deal out of it, I also figured out the coolest riff, I’m kind of shit at making music out of thin air so it’s a big day. 

After taking the long way to my Directing class (Cinema Directing III if you want to get technical) I finally made it to the small class. Most of the class was there, luckily for me my two-year seat partner, Gwen, was already there, waiting where she always does. We met in our Single Cam 1 class and have been inseparable since, well actually Gwen, Cora (the previously mentioned roommate), and I have been inseparable ever since. 

I made my way to my usual seat and peeled my overworn leather bomber jacket off, already feeling more comfortable. Slumping back in my chair I lazily grabbed my sketchbook and pencil out of my bag. Its become a kind of habit to draw my professors and classmates every day, something is just so fascinating about their compositions. I got to work on Gwen who was hunched over, focusing on her book in front of her. I got to work and as soon as I finished up on the basic shapes she quickly sat up, focusing on me. 

“You ready for the final project?” She questioned, stealing my coffee in the process.

“I’ve been working on a few ideas already, but then again I don’t know the assignment yet. I do know I will be grabbing the usual 4 of you the moment he says “groups.”

“Heres to hoping we can pick- Oh!” She almost spilled my coffee when she interrupted herself. 

“I forgot to text you! Happy one year of being ciggy free!” She exclaimed, handing me back the bottle.

I took a swig from the bottle when she gave it back. “Well thank you, darling. I feel like having clean lungs shouldn’t be such an achievement, but I guess here we are.”

“Be proud! Besides gives us a reason to head to Jerry’s.”

“We’d celebrate over anything if it meant going to Jerry’s and getting pissed.” I smirked at her.

“Well. You got me there. Anyways you are right, we will be getting drunk out of our minds tonight. Bless the man who decided to open a bar directly next to your apartment building.” She said, with a playful smile on her lips.

“Bless him indeed.” I laughed. 

At that moment I locked eyes with none other than the aforementioned, Josh Kiszka. It’s oddly enough what we do every time we see each other. Which is more often than I think both of us care for. But seeing him roll his eyes every time I glare at him is kind of fun. 

I followed him with my eyes as he sat down in his seat, instantly sticking his nose in- wait what is he reading? I focused and realized he was reading the screenplay for Tarantino’s “Reservoir Dogs.” Where the hell did he even get that? 

My eyes snapped up to the professor when I realized he started class.

“Alright, I’m just going to jump into this. Today we start on your final projects, and I think it’ll be very fun. A challenge for sure, but fun nonetheless.”

I slipped a sly smile to Gwen, already thinking of the best ideas in my arsenal to use.

“In groups, you all will be recreating a favorite film, but it should max be 20 minutes long. Now that’ll be your job to rewrite and format it so you can fit in the timeframe. Oh, and I swear to god if another person does Pulp Fiction I will actually scream. You can hold me to that.”

Oh Jesus okay this will be hard as hell, I guess something with a simpler plot will be easy. Ooh, or something that’s so overcomplicated I can rewrite it so it’s simpler. What’s something that’d be good for Gwen, she’s a good actress, but she can only play so much-

“I already have your groups picked out let me just put them up on the board.” My professor said, searching for the list on his computer.

Oh god. He’s never done this. We always pick groups. If Gwen and I aren’t grouped together I may just riot. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him drag the document over to the screen, so I quickly directed my attention to it.

I searched all of the lists, finally finding my name at the top of group four. Rob, Eric, and- Oh shit Gwen! Wait. There’s one more. The moment I saw the J I knew exactly who it was. My eyes darted over to Josh’s seat and had the same look I could only guess that was on my face. We both glared at each other, if we stared any harder we’d burn holes in each other.

“Motherfucker!” I whispered to Gwen, trying not to raise my voice.

“What? We are in the same group.” she looked back over to me with confusion on her face. She followed my eyes to the equally angry man across the room from me.

“Oh, shit..”

“Oh shit is right! I can’t work with that guy, I swear to god… Damn it, I can’t think of an insult! Quick help me!” I stammered out, you could practically see the steam coming out of my ears.

“Um... You can’t work with that Frodo look alike?” She suggested, both of us whispering to each other now,

“I’ll take it. I can’t work with that Frodo look alike! He’s just gonna take all of my good ideas and throw them into the lava like that fucking ring. Wait is it Frodo or sam who throws it? Know what, I don’t care. Look at what he’s making me forget important plot points in movies. I can’t work with someone who hinders my thinking process.” 

“First off, Gollum falls in with the ring in hand. Secondly, drink your coffee and focus on what movie we should do. Suggest something so good so fast that it’ll make his head spin.”

She put the almost empty coffee in my hands and I took a swig, still glancing back at josh, making the same face. 

Gwen started to ramble on, her words in the back of my mind. All I could focus on was wanting to be in any other group than his, even Leonard. He refuses to watch a Tarantino film, and simply because he thinks he’s beyond that. Leonard is someone I talk to if only necessary.

 I tuned back in to hear. “I mean if you think about it, as much as you and Josh are to Frodo and the Ring. You’re more like Billy Wilder and Ray Chandler. I mean they hated each other, but damn if they weren’t good writers. Plus, they respect a good line-”

Inspiration was swept over me. I knew exactly what we had to do. Before I knew what was happening my feet carried themself over to Josh’s seat. Same as before, we both had the same expression, except this time it was one of surprise. 

“Double Indemnity!” I blurted out a bit too loudly.

He seemed even more confused. “Double insurance money?” He questioned.

“Fuck. No. It’s the film we are going to make. It’s a fantastic idea, and it’s happening. Not even you can argue with me!” I sped out.

He sat for a moment in thought, his brows furrowed together and a cliche hand positioned on his chin. 

“Fine.” Is all he said, his arms were crossed. He seemed defeated.

I simply turned on my heel and headed back to my seat. An overexcited grin plastered to my face. 

[musicmoney]

This music is both autobiographical and metaphorical #musicmoney meets music veteran Temporary Hero to hear about his incredible new album QUENCH

Over the course of his ten year career, TEMPORARY HERO has continued to craft a diverse soundscape without typical genre-restrictive boundaries. The blending of genres, the beats of contemporary pop and electronic music, and the prowess of an artist reaching for new levels in every creative endeavor, Temporary Hero is an artist's artist. Starting out making underground club records like Ballet remixed by legendary Andre Lodemann, the artist pushed his craft into contemporary dance music territory after forging his way into the top 20 Billboard club chart with WILDJOY featuring Jason Walker.

From there he visited a cross-genre platform focusing on current and futuristic pop music with first full LP"Sunset People" featuring the MTV hit “Circus.” The pop and dance circuit is just the tip of the iceberg for this artist, however. He has covered Sinatra and Bing, Chet Baker and then covered 1/2 of Fleetwood Mac’s polarizing TUSK album to critical acclaim.

The journey continued with a solid string of albums “you’re about to have your hands full” which he described as his “Ray of Light” featuring the number one hit I’m So Insane to the album Goodbye Warhol which explored a more rock/pop sound. Following those albums the artist released a steady stream of new albums (check out the single I’m Diggin’ You (Too) for a breath of singer songwriter fresh air). In 2017 the artist experienced a life changing tragedy and relocated to St. Croix USVI and turned that pain and change into his most directly personal album INDIGO. The rebirth trajectory culminated with last year’s WHAT YOU WANTED expanding on those themes started in INDIGO but dressed in a new organic-electronic sound, his most diverse and exquisite album to date. Until now. Where are you from? Originally from Rhode Island, USA, now spend half my time in New England USA and St. Croix US Virgin Islands

Describe your sound: The sound of Temporary Hero has evolved from being a dance-oriented act (with some hints of Moby or Morel) to a singer/songwriter/synthpop amalgam, traversing various sounds always experimenting, going from an acoustic mash-up of Outkast’s Hey Ya! + Taylor Swift’s Shake It Off to the heavy Depeche Mode inspired sounds of the latest single THIRSTY. The key is to be creative, have fun and just strive for expressing myself in sound and vision. Always!

Tell us about your latest track: The latest single THIRSTY is from the upcoming album QUENCH (22 February 2019). You see, I like to think in terms of ALBUMS regardless of the current streaming climate. It makes sense to me to adopt a theme or a sound and paint a batch of songs that seem to fit from start to finish, like the old days. If this collection contains 1 or 11 more standalone songs, then great. And that’s certainly what happened with this QUENCH Collection.

About the Album “QUENCH” As the proper follow-up album to the album What You Wanted which broadened and sharpened the artist’s lyrics and genre bending sounds, QUENCH takes a bold risk incorporating more contemporary synth based sounds yet sticks to traditional song writing structures. And this album really shines.

This music is both autobiographical and metaphorical. As the artist says, “QUENCH is the album I felt destined to make. It took all these years to get to the point of saying what I want - not hiding - and also not being ashamed of who I am, what makes me tick, what makes me angry or scared or what excites me. What quenches my thirst for life. The album deals with hopes, strength, craving affection, love, breakups. Champion was written for my son. Slippery deals with the death of my brother from substance abuse and realizing I need to grab life and go for whatever my heart desires. Do This Now! imagines a conversation between a black guy and a white guy, presumably friends, about trying to understand each other and the racism that is so prevalent in society. Fire In The Water was inspired and written in St. Croix USVI (a return to the sounds of INDIGO). Finally I included two covers, Suspicions by Eddie Rabbitt and No One Is To Blame by Howard Jones just because I love the tunes.”

QUENCH is the album I felt destined to make. It took all these years to get to the point of saying what I want - not hiding - and also not being ashamed of who I am, what makes me tick, what makes me angry or scared or what excites me. What quenches my thirst for life. The album deals with hopes, strength, craving affection, love, breakups. Champion was written for my son. Slippery deals with the death of my brother from substance abuse and realizing I need to grab life and go for whatever my heart desires. I included two covers, Suspicions by Eddie Rabbitt and No One Is To Blame by Howard Jones just because I love the tunes.

Who inspires you? The world inspires me. Sometimes it’s a word, many times it’s the socio-political climate in the USA. As far as other artists I would have to say artists like Charlie Puth, Shawn Mendes, and Bing Crosby. Bing Crosby you ask??? YES!!! I love Bing!!!

Where do you see your career in 5 years? Still making music. I am very very prolific. I actually have seven more albums ready to release and am currently working on the eighth. I have so much material to release, sometimes I think I am insane!

Where can we check out your sounds? See links above. The music is on all streaming services worldwide

. Tell us something about yourself that the people need to know. I am just a regular guy who loves art in all its forms. If I couldn’t express myself in music / photography / art I would explode. And I do all my own cover art, graphic design and photographs. It’s a DIY lifestyle.

Accolades Billboard USA Club Chart 2015, Top 20: WILDJOY feat. Jason Walker Number one on Kings of Spins with numerous tracks MTV The Freshman music video WINNER, 2015: “Circus” Critical acclaim for covers albums TUSK and CHET. Praise from the Chet Baker Foundation for album CHET. Executive Produced and provided music for short film “528” featuring the single “I Want To Fall In Luv With A Human” and scored by Grammy and Emmy nominated producer/musician Mac Quayle (“Drive”, “American Horror Story”)

Social Media Links https://instagram.com/iamtemporaryhero https://open.spotify.com/artist/1wZNrkx8MUEYVfpMfDJlYA https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/temporary-hero/597636517 https://facebook.com/iamtemporaryhero https://soundcloud.com/temporary-hero Contact iamtemporaryhero@gmail.com, anticodonrecords@gmail.com

[ecotone99]

i need an explanation, the curiosity is killing me

I’m in 7th grade. (so ill let you take a guess at my age) i live in a small rural town in Georgia, I’m not going to mention the name of the town just for privacy issues. i go to a relatively small middle school where everybody knows each other, so whenever there is a new kid people usually will approach you and attempt to create a camaraderie. I don’t really talk much, and I’m one of the few kids who is excluded from a lot of the more social events that kids in my grade will hold. I was always into more alternative music (bands like tool and nine inch nails) but i never really had the balls to get into the style. Just because of how conservative the town is. and my fear that i might get bullied/judged. the farthest ill go is skinny jeans converse shoes, and maybe the occasional band shirt. I’m probably the only kid in this damn town who actually has good taste in music lol. everybody here listens to country or hip hop. Two music genres i despise. I have always been looking out for other kids who might be into the same stuff I’m into. but i can never find anyone who i could bond with music over. the closest I’ve ever come is with my best friend. but he’s more into the cure and PULP. you know, the 80s new wave gothic stuff. but i like some of it so we can sometimes talk about it without disagreeing too much. Now with all of this background information out of the way, i can tell you about the strange series of events that have been happening since the begenning of last semester. It was during bus call, and i was walking to my bus: when i saw what i assumed to be an 8th grader i have never seen before. He was really tall, like- taller than anybody i have ever seen at this school! had long black straightened hair. The ends were dyed green, and he had on what looked like one of those REALLY expensive, slim fit, form fitting leather jackets. He also had on extremely skinny denim jeans that were black just like his leather jacket and his doc martens. (doc martens were a pair of boots i had been begging my parents to get me for a while. but they’re so expensive that no matter how many A’s i make they still won’t budge.)He also had a messenger bag slung over his shoulder. He was walking incredibly fast. like abnormal fast. Thinking back now it was probably because of how tall he was. his long legs enabeling him to take long strides. he was looking straight forward and was somehow managing to walk through the large crowd of kids with ease. but the way he walked. i already mentioned that he was walking fast. but it wasn’t like he was afraid he was gonna miss his bus. it was more like he didn’t want to be seen by anybody. and he was doing a damn good job at it too. nobody seemed to notice him, which is strange considering how if there was somebody at my school who stood out as much as he did. and if they were NEW, kids would have been pointing and staring and even calling him names. but strangely enough, nobody seemed to be doing that. i didn’t want to miss my chance to interact with this kid who i honestly though looked super dope. so i impulsively exclaimed “I LIKE YOUR JACKET DUDE!” But i guess he didn’t hear me because he just sped right by me while putting his earbuds in. i contemplated dashing after him just to try and create conversation. maybe get a social media. but then i would really be risking missing my bus. So i didn’t bother to pursue him. that next day during school, i looked everywhere to see if i could find him again. but during lunch (which my class shares with a couple of 8th grade classes) and during class change, i didn’t see him once. then during bus call i didn’t see him either. i asked a couple of 8 graders that rode my bus who i talked to sometimes, if they had seen the new goth kid. none of them knew who i was talking about. Which was incredibly odd. considering what i said earlier about everyone knowing everyone. and you would think that a kid who stood out as much as “mystery goth kid” would draw intense attention to himself. Then about a week and a half go by, i see him again. During bus call. walking super fast to get to his bus. i was in a different testing class for 7th period, so i was out in the bus lanes hella early because the class was right next to the doors that lead outside. and there he was: dressed EXACTLY the same as last time. Then i realized why i had been missing him. He would always get out to the bus lanes super early. and speed walk to his bus. Why he did it doesn’t make sense to me. it was like he didn’t want to be seen by anybody. This only further peaked my interest. A few days later, after not seeing him. i saw him for the first time in the school building. it was 7th period and our class was coming back from a presentation in the cafeteria. we walked by the library. i looked over through the large windows. and there he was, sitting there by himself: on a laptop. i assumed it was his laptop because our school only had stationary computers. What was also odd was that 8th grades 7th period was in the connections hallway. and there were no connections classes in the library. so what the hell was he doing there? I decided i would investigate. so when we got back to our class i told my teacher i had to go pickup a textbook from the library. she gave me permission but told me to take my backpack with me, considering that the bell was about to ring. But by the time i got to the library he was gone. I honestly don’t understand where he could have went. maybe back to his connections class? idk. but when i went over to the couch where he was sitting (yes we had couches in our library.) i looked around, and in the cracks in between the coushins, there was a flash drive. i looked around to make sure nobody would see me TOTALLY steal (what i assumed to be) his flash drive. but it was the end of the day, so there was nobody in the library except for me and the librarian. who was distracted by something on her computer. I snatched up the flash drive and took a good look at it. it was one of those “geek squad” brand drives. I inspected it some more. Now i don’t know a whole lot about technology, but i do know that 512GB is probably a lot…

The bell rang and i dashed to my bus. anticipating going home so i could see what was on the flash drive. By the time i got home, i had already locked myself in my room (just in case there was anything sketchy or inappropriate on the flash drive, my parents wouldn’t see it. lol) What was on it both confused me, and intrigued me. There was an MP3 file, titled “I Get Along Without You Very Well” i played it. it sounded really old. like 1940s slow jazz old. It was mostly piano with a man with such a nice voice singing. (i later looked up the song and found it to be written by Chet Baker” After listening to the first 20 seconds of the song i opened up the folder that was beneath the mp3 file. the folder was titled “SPILL INTO YOUR BODY” and the only thing in it was another mp3 file titled “brokenfingernail.mp3” i played it. it was a very short audio clip of somebody saying (and i quote) “This is whats known as a disaster bag, this is used by the coroners office to pick up victims of the…accidents…of the…freeway.” i Couldn’t tell if the audio was from a movie or something. but it also sounded INCREDIBLY old. like maybe it was also from the 1940s. Why mystery goth kid had a flash drive with a shit tone of storage on it, and only 2 files…i have no idea. But its summer now and schools out. I haven’t seen him since that day at the library. if anyone has any explanation to this this disappearing goth kid, his flash drive, or its contents: Please explain.

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