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wyattjohnston · 2 years ago

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or run away - jack hughes

series: we don’t have no time to waste

summary: it isn't always easy.

note: i've had this idea for months now and as far as i'm concerned it was going to be canon in this universe regardless of whether or not i wrote the fic.

i implore anyone and everyone to fight for access to safe and legal abortions.

word count: 3,580

warning: very frank mentions of abortions including the decision process, abortion related medical descriptions, emetophobia, references to eating disorders (bulimia), maternal death. please excuse any inaccuracies, i tried my hardest and did a lot of research but cannot promise this is flawless

Daisy heard the front door open and the loud conversation between Jack and Ty cut off suddenly, presumably as they took in how dark the apartment was. She managed to sit up in bed, resting weakly against some pillows and be smiling when he peeked his head into their bedroom.

He didn’t look convinced.

He sat down on the mattress beside her, crossing his legs and leaning forward to press his hand to her forehead—she wasn’t sure he’d be able to tell if she had a temperature but she appreciated the gesture.

“Have you gotten out of bed at all since I left?”

Daisy shrugged, saying, “It’s been less than 12 hours.”

“Yeah, but it’s already been two days and that’s two more days than you should have been in bed.”

“I don’t have any energy,” Daisy sighed, slumping back down into the pillows. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me; I haven’t been this sick in years.”

“I’m gonna call the doctor and try get you an appointment for tomorrow. You should be at least a little better by now.”

Jack helped her move down so that she was back under the covers, moving around enough so that he could tuck the covers up under her chin. He kissed her forehead, ignoring her protests that she didn’t want to get him sick, too. He wasn’t worried about it, though, because she didn’t have any obviously contagious symptoms and hadn’t even when she first started feeling unwell.

There was a conversation about what she’d eaten—crackers, but even they were tough to keep down—and the worry across Jack’s face was worse than she’d seen in years.

She made him go out to get her a glass of water and some more crackers, just so he would be distracted, and also asked him to send Ty in to say hello if only because they were both her boys and she needed the normality of Ty’s Roadie Recap even if they’d just ventured to MSG for the day.

Daisy didn’t hate doctors in a crunchy-mom sort of way, but, as much as she understood why they were necessary and that they were the quickest way to work out what was wrong, she didn’t like them.

Her memories of the hospital visits to see her mom weren’t vivid—a combination of her young age and ability to repress memories meant all hospitals blended together in a haze of sterile white walls and antiseptic and the ending nobody wanted—though it was the aura and the associated memories that did her in.

And it all came rushing back even when she was just heading into a doctor’s surgery.

None of it was very pleasant, especially not when she was already regretting even getting out of bed.

Still, she managed her way through a polite chat with the nurse, explained what was going on and was asked approximately a million questions while her vitals were taken. It was just like every time she showed up for a new prescription for the pill, only the nurse was making a few curious noises that Daisy wasn’t used to.

If only she had the energy to care.

Daisy didn’t hate doctors but she did hate how long they made her wait.

She was nearly falling asleep in the waiting room chair when her name was finally called by her usual doctor—a middle aged man with a terse demeanour who she’d found when she first moved to New Jersey and hadn’t ever left because he prescribed her what she needed without too much hassle. A smile wouldn’t kill him, though.

They went through the same conversation she had with the nurse, that she’d spent the previous two days in bed and a few days before that hardly able to keep food down.

“The nurse said that you didn’t get your period last month so I need to ask: is there any possibility that you could be pregnant, Daisy?”

“No,” Daisy said quickly, then hesitated and added, wide eyed and high pitched, “Well, I mean yes but we’re so careful about protection. Like we don’t have sex if there’s no condoms left and I’m also on the pill like—I can’t be pregnant.”

“To rule it out and for peace of mind, I’d like to do a test. You can take this jar to the bathroom right now and we can know in a few minutes, or I can draw some blood but that might take a couple of days to get a result back.”

“I’ll go pee,” Daisy whispered, picking up the small jar and taking a steadying breath. “It’ll kill me if I have to wait.”

She also wanted to talk to Jack and didn’t want to have to wait for the doctor to draw blood. Her phone was out of her pocket before she’d even left the room, her lip quivering. She kept her head low as she walked to the bathroom and could feel the rattle in her breath when Jack picked up.

“Are you done already?”

“Jack, he thinks I could be pregnant.”

“He always throws that out there as a suggestion, though,” Jack countered easily. “You come and tell me he’s said that after every appointment.”

Daisy wanted to be able to laugh about it, about how he’d asked her if she could be pregnant when she walked in with a poison ivy rash on her arm all because she regularly used the pill to skip her period entirely—and when she didn’t skip it, it didn’t always come.

Daisy put the jar down on the counter in the bathroom, staring at it as she whispered, “This time he’s making me pee in a cup.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, well… we can deal with that,” Jack said, the calmness in his voice so unbearably fake that Daisy let a tear fall. He sounded less fake, more determined, when he added, “You won’t be, anyway.”

Daisy did laugh then, weak and wet, wondering if she could actually just will herself to not be. She whispered, “I hope not,” into the phone and her reflection in the mirror.

“It’s gonna be okay, Daze.”

Daisy looked down at the jar again, sighing.

“I have to pee now,” she said solemnly, smiling a little at Jack’s abrupt laugh. “I’ll see you at home.”

“Call me when you’re done. Either way. I love you.”

Daisy agreed, if only because Jack sounded desperate.

The house was eerily dark and quiet, the boisterousness she usually encountered when she walked through the door missing as if the boys were on a road trip and it was unsettling knowing that they weren’t and should have been back from practice.

Jack was waiting quietly by the front door; Ty was nowhere to be seen.

Daisy wanted to go to bed, she wanted to cry, she wanted to vomit and it looked like Jack might’ve been in the same boat. She couldn’t remember a time he’d been so pale.

He reached out to touch her, his fingers barely brushing over her hips before Daisy was taking three steps back with her arms stiff by her sides.

“Please don’t touch me.”

“Daisy…” Jack said cautiously, his face turning a murky grey.

Daisy sighed, blinking back tears, “It’s not—I worked so hard to get past that and to change how I think but I—Jack, I don’t even want to touch my own stomach right now.”

“It’s not?” He didn’t sound as if he believed her, and she couldn’t fault him for that—not when he’d heard the same thing, that she’d beaten the bulimia, and soon after seen the exact opposite.

“It feels a lot like it, but it’s got nothing to do with what I’ve eaten or—” she inhaled deeply, letting it out slowly. “I really don’t want to be pregnant right now, Jack.”

Jack’s nod was instantaneous and his steps towards her slow. He kept his hands by his own side, letting her know that he wasn’t trying to touch her waist in any way, and Daisy sighed shakily when his forehead touched hers.

“I know,” he whispered, his voice also shaky. “You’ve got school and a plan that doesn’t involve a baby for a few more years.”

Another shaky sigh left her lips as she asked what she’d been dreading to ask the entire drive home, “Do you want to keep it?”

“No? I want you to get to do what you’ve planned and I’m gone a lot so I won’t even be around to help with a baby. And I like our life right now. I’m not ready for a kid.”

Daisy’s vision blurred entirely, and her shaky breathing turned into a full body sob as she collapsed into Jack. He was ready, though, his arms wrapping tightly around her shoulders, a hand cradling her head.

The first thing Daisy did when she woke up the next morning was schedule an appointment online. She didn’t want to wait any longer than she absolutely had to—though that did mean having to schedule around Jack’s games.

He was laying right next to her on the bed as she used her laptop with shaking hands and puffy eyelids. She looked to him before she finalised it, another check that he agreed with the decision being made, and then pushed her laptop onto her cluttered bedside table—not bothered by the things she heard falling to the floor—and buried herself underneath the duvet.

“I’m not going to tell my dad,” she muttered when Jack was buried underneath them with her, the duvet pulled over their heads. “He doesn’t need to know.”

Jack frowned. “Do I tell my folks? Mom’s going to kill me. I’ve got like one big responsibility and it’s to not accidentally get you pregnant and I fucked it up.”

“This is a freak accident,” Daisy assured him, wetness still present in her voice. “If you want to tell them then you should. You can, if you’re asking permission.”

He touched her face—he was being very careful to not accidentally touch her waist or stomach even if he normally would have pulled her closer that way—and kissed her forehead.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll tell her after. If I tell anyone else…” Jack trailed off.

Ty was the only person they’d told—a by-product of living with him and explaining to him why he’d been booted out so quickly and why there was a heaviness in the house that had never been there before.

Brie—Dougie’s partner—would find out soon enough because Jack planned on calling her to keep Daisy company while he had to play a game against St. Louis.

Daisy offered, to finish his thought, “It might be too real?”

“It’s already pretty real.”

“Yeah, Jack, it’s really real.”

Jack got home after the game, saying goodbye to Brie who had sat on the couch with Daisy to watch the Devils defeated the Blues, and bundled Daisy towards their bedroom without much fanfare other than Daisy stopping to greet Ty and congratulate him on his goal.

It was the happiest she’d been since she started to feel off-colour, a glimmer of hope and return to normal when she’d launched herself off the couch in glee. She told Ty as much as she hugged him tightly.

Jack was smiling at her when she joined him in their room.

“So,” Daisy said, using her renewed vigour to kneel on the bed and talk as Jack changed out of his suit, “I did some research into Judaism and abortions.”

Jack paused halfway through removing his jacket, getting stuck momentarily, and said slowly, “You didn’t have to.”

Daisy shrugged, trying to play nonchalant so she wouldn’t lose her ability to have the conversation, and continued, “I wanted to make sure I wasn’t condemning you to eternal hell or purgatory or whatever.”

Recovering and seemingly understanding Daisy’s need for the conversation to continue at a relatively fast and causal pace, he told her, while still undressing, “Neither of those really exist in Judaism.”

“Oh, well, it wouldn’t matter anyway because Reform Judaism is really cool about it? They’re really into it being the woman’s choice to decide. And while they don’t really want you to just have abortions for fun—which nobody is doing, obviously, despite what the whack jobs think—it’s not a giant unforgivable sin.”

“That’s… good,” Jack said, thinking through what she had said, and taking in the relief it had brought to her face. He reminded her, gently, “Daisy, you’re not Jewish.”

Daisy laughed, sarcastically, falling onto her back with her legs still tucked underneath her so that she could speak to the ceiling.

“Well, my religion is going to condemn me to hell and label me a murderer; I just thought I’d make sure at least one of us was safe.” She sat up again, making sure they were making eye contact when she said, “And I’ll probably be Jewish one day, right? Don’t want to start off on the wrong foot.”

The softness on Jack’s face was almost like nothing she had ever seen before but it came close to the earnestness in his expression when he’d proposed to her in the Vegas wedding chapel.

“Even if eternal damnation was on the cards for both of us—that doesn’t change anything. Not for me.”

“It doesn’t for me either,” Daisy admitted. “It did make me feel a little bit better, though.”

Jack was skipping practice to take Daisy to her appointment—she’d offered exactly once to have Brie go with her instead and Jack had shut it down.

He’d told Nico that he’d be missing—“I just told him that you had a thing I needed to be there for and he said he hopes you’re okay.”—and Lindy—“He knew what I was talking about. I told him you had an appointment and I had to be there, and he told me he could be discreet if we need any help from him. It was weird. How many guys has he had that conversation with?”

Neither of them cried that day; they were too nervous to do so. They didn’t do much talking, either, but they were never more than an arm’s length from each other from the moment they woke up and that didn’t change until they were at the appointment.

Daisy filled in what felt like truly unholy amounts of paperwork, her shaking hands making her normally perfect handwriting rather illegible. In the seat beside her, Jack was bouncing his me at a million miles a minute and twisting his head around at every noise.

They’d discussed the possibility of Jack being recognised in the conversation about Brie bringing her and, while he acknowledged it as a possibility, he wasn’t going to let it stop him from being there with her.

When she was called into an office, they both sat there and answered questions that Daisy couldn’t remember two seconds after they were asked; Jack answered some when Daisy stalled.

“Do you mind stepping out of the room, Jack?” The nurse asked. “There are some things we need to do that are usually more comfortable without an audience.”

“Uh, yeah. Are you okay with that?” Jack asked, nodding when Daisy nodded up at him. “I think I’m going to call Quinn.”

“That’s a good idea,” Daisy said, feeling a small weight off her shoulders knowing that someone in their family would know.

The nurse explained that they ask partners to leave the room so that they can ask questions that aren’t always well received, or that aren’t always answered truthfully in the presence of a partner. Daisy listened and answered, assuring her repeatedly that Jack hadn’t ever forced her into anything, including the making of the appointment—all she wanted was for Jack to be back and holding her hand.

As they were finally calling Jack back into the room as well as organising the ultrasound technician, Daisy made it clear that she wanted to hear as little from the ultrasound machine as possible. She didn’t want to hear much of what they were saying either.

Neither she nor Jack would see the ultrasound image, or hear much of it, but it was impossible to pretend it wasn’t there.

“Do you—can you tell when, like, conception was?” she asked too loudly for the silence they had been in. “We always use a condom and I’m on the pill so we have no idea when this could have happened.”

“I would probably put it at—” the tech paused for a moment — “the first week of February.”

Daisy’s brow knitted together, her entire face contorting as she tried to think back to when it could possibly have happened, “I don’t—”

“Vegas,” Jack said, interrupting her. He sounded hollow. “I don’t think we used a condom after the wedding.”

She squeezed his hand, already knowing that he was going to take that as a personal failure, and admitted, “I was really bad at taking the pill on time.”

She still is, truthfully, though she was already working out how to be more consistent in taking it.

Jack squeezed her hand right back.

“Do you need time to think about your options?”

“No,” Daisy said immediately. “I’m here for an abortion. We’ve already decided.”

It was hard letting Jack go when they started to prepare her for the surgery. It was the first time she cried all day, clutching his arm and begging them to let him stay with her. Jack wasn’t faring much better despite the strong face he was trying to put on. His attempts at assuring her that she was going to be fine, that he’d be there when she woke up, did little to actually comfort her.

At least the nurse looking after her was there and ready to take Daisy’s other hand, not quite a perfect replacement for Jack but it was better than nothing.

When Daisy did come to, Jack was right there as promised. He looked… relaxed. She felt relaxed. It was quite the contrast from how she’d felt when they pushed the anaesthetic through the IV.

She listened dutifully as she was given instructions on how to look after herself and was happy to hear that she’d be able to get on a plane to Vancouver the next week as long as everything continued to go as smoothly as the procedure had.

“You okay?” Jack asked cautiously when they were left alone.

“Yeah,” Daisy said, a small laugh bubbling out of her. “Was way more scared about being pregnant and now I’m not—so I actually feel really good. You okay?”

Jack nodded, leaning down to kiss her forehead before he wrapped her up in as good a hug as he could manage.

On their way out, some of the relief was lost.

Despite Jack being a strong and firm presence by her side, Daisy could still see and hear the people antagonising her from across the parking lot. She craned her head to get a proper look, but Jack caught her.

“We’ve just gotta get to the car,” Jack said, firmly holding her hand—partly as a source of comfort, but partly to stop her from rushing to meet the protestors face to face.

Daisy groaned, “But they’re assholes and I want to tell them.”

Jack’s laugh was small—he could picture her doing just that quite clearly. “And I’d let you if you hadn’t just been under anaesthetic.”

“They don’t even know what I did in there,” she huffed, unable to tear her eyes away from them. “Maybe I was getting prenatal vitamins.”

“You know they don’t care.”

With all her might, Daisy shouted, “Because they’re assholes!”

Heading back to Planned Parenthood was something Daisy did when she could, knowing that the protestors outside were only getting worse as legislation was changing around the country—as midterm elections were racing closer.

She sat and waited for people to show up and call for an escort, no matter what they were there for, because nobody deserved to walk past the protestors alone.

Daisy met a young woman at her car, dutifully ignoring the heinous things that were shouted in her direction and smiled kindly as the door opened.

“Just don’t stop walking,” Daisy said. “I like your shirt.”

“You’re a Red Wings fan?” the woman asked after looking down to see what shirt she was wearing that day.

“I grew up one, but now I’m more of a Jersey Girl.”

“I know they’ve been bad but I couldn’t imagine changing teams,” the woman said, Daisy could hear the horror in her voice. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard it, the betrayal in someone’s voice when they found out she’d moved on.

She never took it personally, and it served as a good distraction.

“My fiancé has a vested interest in the team, so I don’t really have a choice. Detroit is still my team in my heart; Seider winning then Calder was the most exciting thing to happen this summer.”

“If anyone else won it I would have fought the NHL.”

“I would have been right there with you,” Daisy agreed. She opened the building's front door and was thankful to drown out the yelling when it closed behind them. She said to the young woman, “And I’ll be right there with you when you leave.”

The decision you make is the right one.

#jack hughes fic #jack hughes imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #hockey fic #homemade fic #we don't have no time to waste fic #title is from slide by the goo goo dolls #it would be ‘put your arms around me’ but I already used that for a different fic #‘do you wanna get married or run away’ is the whole lyric and well they already did the wedding thing #fic: devils

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jobean12-blog · 4 years ago

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Iris

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,263

Summary: Bucky has a rough night and afterwards he needs some reassurance.

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club 24 hour surprise drabble challenge: Inspired By Song Titles and @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan Hamilton Lyric Challenge and the prompt: I’m never gonna stop from Guns and Ships. Also, my beautiful friend @nano--raptor had sent me a request for a Bucky fic based off of the song Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls so I thought it was perfect for this. I love this song and I hope you love this! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ PS I PROMISE IT ENDS HAPPY :)

Warnings: Angst at first but it’s soft and filled with love and the end is fluffy mostly and it has a happy ending! :)

“Steve. Steve!” You hear him fumbling with the doorknob and you wait with a knot in your stomach for him to open the door. He yanks it open, almost too hard, and stands there looking disheveled and half asleep. “What? What’s wrong y/n?” Your fingers hurt from wringing your hands together and your voice is hoarse from crying, “I can’t find him. I don’t know where he is.”

Steve’s forehead crinkles in worry and he takes your hand, pulling you in for a hug. “When did you see him last?” Your body shakes with your tears and Steve patiently waits while you to catch your breath. “Everything seemed fine last night. We had dinner, watched a movie and read together before bed. But then he had a nightmare. He hasn’t had one is so long. And when I woke him up, he looked so scared and broken. I thought he had gone back to sleep but when I woke up this morning he was gone.”

You can feel Steve’s shoulders sag, your own already bowed under the weight of your worry, “ok, it’s ok. I think I know where he might be.” Wiping your eyes with the back of your hand you sniffle loudly and pull Bucky’s hoodie tighter around your body. “Just gimme a minute to change.” You nod and wait on the couch. Your heart is in your throat and you try to stop your body from trembling with each breath.

“Ok. Come on.” Steve leads you out the door and onto the street. He walks fast, his arm looped through yours and his hands in his pockets. When you reach the small park Steve stops and looks down at you, his eyes soft, “he loves you. More than anything. You have to remind him that you see him for who he really is.” You squeeze his hand, “thank you Steve.” He watches you walk into the park, “call me if you need anything. I’m not far.” You wave and turn the corner, sucking in a breath when you see Bucky sitting on a bench, his head dropped low.

“Bucky?” You can barely hear yourself over the beating of your own heart but when he looks up it’s as if everything comes back into focus. He stands and starts to move toward you, his long legs making the trip short as you launch yourself into his open arms. He holds you so tightly to his chest you can’t breathe but this time it doesn’t feel like you’re dying, it feels like home.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He says it over and over and you hold onto him like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. “I shouldn’t have left. I’m just scared. I’m still broken. I can’t lose you.” You can feel his large body shake with emotion and your heart breaks all over again. “Bucky. I love you. I love you more than anything in world. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

He walks you to the bench and sits down, pulling you into his lap, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I want to be everything you need but I’m afraid people will think I’m not good enough. They only see me as one thing.” The tears that fall from his eyes match your own and you touch his face, brushing the stubble that lines his cheeks before gently running your thumb along his lips. “I see you Bucky. I see every piece of you, and I know who you are.” Your hand slides down his neck and rests against his chest, over his beating heart.

His metal hand covers yours, his thunderous heartbeat slowly becoming steadier, “I don’t wanna go home yet. Can we stay a bit longer?” Your lips touch his in a barely there kiss, your eyes locked on his, “I want to be wherever you are Bucky. You’re all I need.” His lips are warm when they meet yours, his hand curling into your hair and tugging you closer. “Bucky, I love you. I’m never gonna stop.”

Resting his forehead to yours he lets the words sink in and wash over him. When his eyes meet yours again, they look clearer and more alive. “Thank you. Thank you for loving me.” Your brush the hair away from his face and cradle his jaw, stroking your fingers along his cheek, “that’s all I want to do.” He leans into your touch and closes his eyes before he kisses the palm of your hand and curls his own around it.

You sit quietly, just breathing in each other and letting the world melt away. It isn’t until you hear the loud bark of a dog that you lift your head, smiling when a large fluff of white bounds toward you. The dog’s tail is wagging a mile a minute and Bucky reaches out to pet her, quickly pulling his hand back when he realizes it’s his metal one. You take his wrist and pull him forward, letting the dog sniff it. The dog’s nose wiggles this way and that before she nudges her head under Bucky’s hand for pets.

Bucky beams and scratches behind the dog’s ears, laughing when she positions her butt between his legs for more pets. “She definitely likes you.” A young man comes rushing over, panting and trying to catch his breath, “I’m so sorry guys! She loves the park and got away from me in her excitement.” You smile brightly and notice he’s wearing a shirt from the animal rescue nearby. “Oh, it’s no problem. She’s an absolute sweetheart! I think she loves my boyfriend.”

Bucky gives your waist a little squeeze and continues petting the dog. “I can see that. It’s great because to be honest she’s been really shy around most men, so this is really good.” It’s hard to tell who’s happier and you ask, “is she available for adoption?” The guy nearly bursts with joy, vigorously shaking his head yes. Bucky looks up, first at you, your eyes excited and hopeful, then to Winter. “Want to take a walk?” You jump off his lap with a squeal and the volunteer hands Bucky the leash, “she’s a great girl. I can tell you more about her while we head back.”

You walk hand in hand with Bucky, listening to Winter’s story and how she came to the rescue. You can tell Bucky is smitten and Winter clearly reciprocates the feeling. His shoulders seem lifted and his smile is genuine. When you reach the rescue Bucky pauses, handing the leash back to the volunteer, “can you give us minute please?” Winter whines but goes inside and Bucky takes your hands in his. Holding your finger to his lips you quickly speak, “before you say anything I just want you to know that dogs are an excellent judge of character.” Bucky smiles and dips his head, “I know. “I just. I need to say this. I love you. You’ve found parts of me that I didn’t know existed and in you I found a love I no longer believed was real.”

It’s hard for you to find the words to respond, your eyes now wet with fresh tears, so you kiss him and hope that all you’re feeling comes through with it. When you finally pull away for a breather, Bucky’s eyes are still closed and he brushes his nose against yours, his whispered “thank you,” telling you everything you need to know. Later that afternoon, you make your way back home, now a family of three.

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joementa · 3 years ago

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The Unplugged Sessions

I don’t know where you live, but where I’m at, this past week had some crazy weather. My parents told me that where they live in Brigantine, people were literally sitting on the beach. As if it were summer! I didn’t get outside as much as I’d like this week, but I still got to soak in some rays. This global warming thing might be ruining things for future generations, but don’t worry, it lets me keep my summer tan all year long.

Anyways. It looks like we are going to get some chilly weather starting TODAY actually. And not only chilly, but it’s going to rain a ton too. Which means it’s perfect weather for some acoustic music. So I put together a playlist of some songs that you probably already know, but some you probably don’t already know. And some of these songs have been on recent playlists of mine (and you all know how I don’t like to repeat songs!). But the key here is that all of the songs this week are the acoustic/unplugged versions. So there’s no sax when you hear “Born To Run”! No guitar solos in “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”. But that’s okay. This kind of weather demands more acoustic-based music. A few notes on the playlist:

I have no clue why Learning To Flinch isn’t available on vinyl. It’s criminal. This is the only album sampled on this week’s playlist that I don’t already have on vinyl!

“In Your Atmosphere” is just an incredible song. The entire Where The Light Is album is one of the best live albums in my vinyl vault. Your collection needs to have it. Make sure you get the Music On Vinyl pressing: https://www.discogs.com/release/3430867-John-Mayer-Where-The-Light-Is-John-Mayer-Live-In-Los-Angeles

The entire Live At Luther College album is amazing and probably my favorite live Dave Matthews release, of which there are many and all are great. But this one tops them all. It’s all about the SOUND here. Dave and Tim sound like they are next to you in your living room. The acoustic guitars truly sound acoustic. You can hear their fingers scratching up the guitar neck. And Dave’s voice is so pure that you want to cry. And it sounds like he is too on a view songs at this show. Check out this entire album RIGHT NOW. Focus on it. Listen from beginning to end. Your ears will thank you.

I’m assuming you’re already familiar with the Esher demos, which were thankfully released a few years ago. Woo hoo!

Alice In Chain’s MTV Unplugged. Your record collection needs it. It’s an essential album. Similar with Where The Light Is, you want the Music On Vinyl pressing. It looks like it might be out of print but still, this album is worth every penny. https://www.discogs.com/release/2445087-Alice-In-Chains-MTV-Unplugged

The Chimes Of Freedom EP is pretty cool (check out the title track and “Be True”) but I think the coolest thing is just when this EP was recorded. Bruce and Patti were just getting together on that tour. The thoughts that one has….

The Unplugged Sessions on Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/the-unplugged-sessions/pl.u-WabZpLjsWRYe83

The Unplugged Sessions on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6RUwHVJ2mpM4J77h0ROJa0?si=MsLH8NrwRMiaw8NWAsBT_Q

Wait! There’s more! In case you do need a little lift me up, here’s the plugged in version of the playlist (unfortunately only 19 songs because there’s no ‘non-acoustic’ version of “In Your Atmosphere”. At least not that I know of….)

The Plugged Sessions on Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/the-plugged-sessions/pl.u-NpXm60asvL74WM

The Plugged Sessions on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0NPBEm4dkFRFXOovQNpHIN?si=R-sQdaIuRVaSPZ1qcrhlSQ

John Mayer – “In Your Atmosphere” (Where The Light Is: John Mayer Live In Los Angeles)

Warren Zevon – “Splendid Isolation” (Learning To Flinch)

The Pretenders – “Sense Of Purpose” (The Isle Of View)

John Mellencamp – “Small Town” (The Good Samaritan Tour 2000)

The Goo Goo Dolls – “Slide” (Rarities)

Neil Young – “Flying On The Ground Is Wrong” (Carnegie Hall 1970)

Ryan Adams – “New York, New York” (Live After Deaf (Copenhagen))

Jeff Tweedy – “I’m Always In Love” (Together At Last)

The Civil Wars – “20 Years” (Live At Eddie's Attic)

Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds – “Lover Lay Down” (Live At Luther College)

The Beatles – “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” (The Beatles (Super Deluxe Edition))

Nirvana – “Come As You Are” (MTV Unplugged In New York)

Ruston Kelly – “Dammit” (Dirt Emo Vol. 1)

Bleachers – “Rollercoaster” (MTV Unplugged)

Katy Perry – “Waking Up In Vegas” (MTV Unplugged: Katy Perry)

Prince – “U’re Gonna C Me” (One Nite Alone…)

Pearl Jam – “Black” (MTV Unplugged)

Alice In Chains – “No Excuses” (MTV Unplugged)

The Gaslight Anthem – “American Slang” (The B-Sides)

Bruce Springsteen – “Born To Run” (Chimes Of Freedom EP)

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waywardfangirl · 4 years ago

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Both @captain-aralias and @palimpsessed did really nice posts to share their fics from this year as well as their thoughts on what they wrote, and I enjoyed reading their posts (and their fics!) so much that I thought I would take them up on their open invitation to do one too! I’m a big believer in keeping lists of your accomplishments to look at on days when self-doubt creeps in, so I encourage anyone else who might be interested to do this too! (All the questions are copied from @captain-aralias)

List of Completed Fics this year:

I wrote ten fics this year, as well as starting a ton of WIPs, which is amazing to me, considering I have only written fic once before in my life!

Slow - General, 3k

We’re Not in Genovia Anymore - Teen, 28k

Promises - General, 3k

A Privilege to Love You - Teen, 7k

Early Riser - General, >1k

Write This Down - General, 3k

As You Wish - Teen, 13k

The View from the Veranda - General, 4k

Down By The Sea - General, 2k

Just Want You to Know Who I Am - General, 1k (written in 2020, posted in 2021)

Total: 10 fics, 67k words, 100% Snowbaz

Pretty good for what is truly the first year that I have been an active participant in fandom!

Questions answered below the cut.

Best/worst title?

A Privilege to Love You is my favorite title, because I think the line is just so sweet, and it makes my heart melt.

We’re Not in Genovia Anymore is definitely my worst title, because that was just the placeholder name I gave the WIP, but then I got so used to it I forgot to change it to something better before posting. I still cringe a bit at that one.

Best/worst summary?

l am horrifically indecisive, so I have a few summaries that I like. Just Want You To Know Who I Am is short and sweet, and I think it conveys exactly what I want it to:

Baz is fine. He's fine. Everything is fine. (It just isn't.)

~A fic about being loved in all the little ways~

But I also really liked the quotes I pulled for The View from the Veranda, As You Wish, and A Privilege to Love You.

Early Riser also has a summary that I let break my heart:

Baz wakes up early now, even though Simon doesn’t.

I does very little to convey what the fic is about, but after reading the fic it hurts like I wanted it to, sooo.....

I think that Promises has the worst summary though:

Inspired by the song "Promises" from the musical Hadestown.

Simon and Baz have spent the last three years working on themselves and on their relationship. Now it's time for their next step together.

Best/worst first line?

Baz says it best to open The View from the Veranda:

I am not a man accustomed to enduring want.

However, Simon deserves an honorable mention for starting us off right in As You Wish:

Baz is such a prick.

As for worst opening lines, I don’t really think I have any. I have some that stand better as an opening paragraph than an opening line, but I place a lot of importance on the first line of a story, so I like to make sure all mine are strong.

Best/worst last line?

I am not going to spoil any last lines for anyone (I cover up the last page of books when I read to reveal it slowly, word by word, so I take last lines seriously!), but I will say that As You Wish has an adorably predictable last line that I love.

For worst last line, I have to say Slow. I liked the line itself when I wrote it, but then I learned later that people were interpreting it in a more steamy way than what I had intended, and because I feel like Slow is such an innocent fic and really highlights how important it is for Simon to not be rushed into every decision he makes, I don’t like that it sounds like he and Baz rushed into something else. (I just meant that they talked and maybe kissed a bit! That’s it!)

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted?

On December 31st, 2019, I was pet sitting when I came across a prompt for a Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement Snowbaz AU. I impulsively started to write, even though I had only written one other fic in my life (Check, Please!), and I had never written Snowbaz before. I kind of thought that maybe I would write one fic and that would be all, and that maybe one fic is all I would ever write, but I am so happy to have been wrong about that! I wrote way more than I could have predicted, and I even did NaNoWriMo! (I failed NaNoWriMo too, and I’m okay with that, because I want writing to be something I do for fun, not something that stresses me out.)

As a fun side note, Carry On is a fandom that I have returned to many times in my life, and it seems to have a special place on New Year’s Eve/New Year’s Day for me. I was given Fangirl as a Christmas present, and started reading it on New Year’s Eve, only to finish it and realize that the new year had arrived while I was engrossed in the book. I have spent multiple New Year’s Eves since engrossed in a reread of the book, or reading fic, and so it feels really fitting that I got into properly writing fic for Carry On as the year turned over.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year?

Literally all of this was unexpected, as I never planned on writing any more fic, but I think I am most surprised to have written multiple songfics. I never read many songfics, and didn’t often care for them, but I wrote Promises off of the song from Hadestown, Write This Down off of George Strait’s song, and then Just Want You to Know Who I Am because Caity got the Goo Goo Dolls stuck in my head.

What’s your favourite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

My favorite might actually be my most popular, so I’ll go with my close second favorites (it’s a tie)

A Privilege to Love You is a soulmate au, and those are my favorite things ever. I also received some of the best feedback on this one, and I feel like I did a lot of things that worked really well in this fic.

The View from the Veranda is just so wonderful for me though, it combines my love of history with absolute silliness for a friend (I love you Liz!!!), @krisrix did some INCREDIBLE art for it, and I just had so much fun writing it.

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

As You Wish was the most popular, hands down, with more hits, kudos, comments, and bookmarks than any other fic I wrote. It’s also the fic of mine that I reread the most, because it makes me so happy and I love all the silly moments.

Story most underappreciated by the universe?

We’re Not in Genovia Anymore is probably the answer here. This isn’t entirely backed up by metrics, since it does have more hits and kudos than some of my other fics, but for how long it is and the work that went into it, I think it only got a portion of the attention I was hoping it would. That’s mostly my fault though! It was the first fic I wrote for this fandom, and so I have definitely grown as a write since! Additionally, while I feel like it has a lot of great moments and fantastic lines, I have some lackluster bits too, and it really suffered from not having a beta (I was too shy to ask anyone back then). It’s also an AU of a movie that isn’t as widely viewed as I previously thought, so that didn’t help either, and as I already said, this fic could have a much better title.

All that aside though, the people who have read and talked to me about this fic have really seemed to like it, so I’m glad that I did right by my fellow Princess Diaries 2 fans! (and all of the wonderful people who read it and commented nice things having never seen the movie, y’all rock!)

Story that could have been better?

Everything I wrote before asking someone to beta. I just talked about what I would improve in We’re Not In Genovia Anymore, but Promises could use some work too. Having a few wonderful friends help me edit my fics has really improved what I post!

Sexiest story?

Oh gosh, I am not someone who writes sexy things.

Having said that, The View from the Veranda was written in the style of a bodice ripper, so I think that makes it the sexiest story by default. Kris’s art also enhances its sex appeal by at least 200% (I laughed out loud when I was making the list at the start of this post, because I had entirely forgotten that fic is rated G - honestly, that tells you everything you need to know about me, my romance novel fic can be read by children haha) (I might give it a T rating at some point, just because I feel like it should have that)

**I just remembered the bonus chapter for As You Wish.... that might be the sexiest thing I’ve written haha 🤣

Saddest story?

Early Riser - I am a big believer in giving everyone who deserves it a happy ending, but this one is just an interlude of sadness and depression without any resolution in sight.

(If you read it though, please know that in my head they do get therapy and things do get better! Snowbaz always has a happy ending in my fics, even if I don’t write it out fully)

Most fun?

As You Wish - this one to me feels like the happy chaos of running and sliding around a big house in stocking feet, and I don’t have a better way to describe it than that. There’s a tiny bit of angst from Baz, and a little bit of panic from Simon, but I was smiling and having so much fun while writing this fic, and I really think it comes across.

Story with single sweetest moment?

A Privilege to Love You - I’ll let you decide which of the many sweet moments is actually the sweetest ❤

Hardest story to write?

Promises, no question about it. I had written two fics by that point, and people had been so nice, and some of you lovely folks had even started tagging me in WIP Wednesday posts and in Six Sentence Sunday posts, but I felt like I had no inspiration left and I kept worrying that I wouldn’t be able to write again. So, I forced myself to write something, and it felt like pulling teeth (and it honestly wasn’t very good), but I gifted it to the person who had been my biggest cheerleader and who had tagged me a million times, and that’s how @foolofabookwyrm and I became friends. Writing the fic sucked, but her friendship is worth it, a million times over 💜💜💜

Easiest/most fun story to write?

The View from the Veranda. I’m a historian, and I work a lot with primary sources and spend time speaking with others in 18th century language, so once I got into my “work mindset” the words just flowed. This was also a silly, happy story for me, because I included a lot of jokes for Liz, and there are a ton of details that are just hilarious if you work at the same place I do (sorry that none of you do, but let me just tell you, the descriptions of Simon are all based off of my most attractive colleague, and at least 15% of this fic is silly quotes from work). I think this was only supposed to be about a thousand words long, and I messaged Kris multiple times while writing just to tell him that it was getting out of control and I couldn’t stop writing 😂

Did any stories shift your perceptions of the characters?

Writing for Agatha in We’re Not in Genovia Anymore really made realize how much some of her (canon) story resounded with me, and I liked the deeper character study I ended up doing for her. I’m still always going to be the most in love with Baz, but I have a deeper connection to Agatha now too.

Most overdue story?

It’s still overdue. I have so many WIPs, at least seven of which are soulmate AUs, and I just keep starting more. In terms of actual planned release date though? I started writing a The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue AU for NaNoWriMo, with the intention of publishing it in January. It’s already the longest fic I’ve ever written, and I don’t think I’m even a quarter of the way done with it. I wasn’t happy writing for NaNo, because I don’t do well with creativity on a deadline, and I chose to pause work on that fic so I can actually enjoy writing it and end up with something I like once I finally return to it. Apologies to those who are anxiously awaiting the fic, I do hope to finish it this year, and I won’t post until it’s all done, so you’ll get a very rapid update schedule when it does come out!

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

I signed up for my first fandom event! I participated in the Secret Snowflake event, and wrote Down By The Sea for the wonderful @fight-surrender (and ended up with ideas for some other new fics too)! Even though I was actively failing NaNoWriMo when I signed up, I did manage to complete my fic on time, and I learned that it wasn’t quite as daunting as I was expecting it to be. (My biggest problem was my laptop breaking and having to do almost everything on my phone - I also learned once again just how amazing Liz is, as she helped me format and post to ao3, since I couldn’t do that properly without a computer)

I struggle with being creative on a deadline, but wanting to write a little over 1k in a month was much more achievable than feeling stressed about writing 50k in a month!

This year’s theme and the story that demonstrates it most:

I like the idea of the inevitability of love. I adore soulmate AUs, because I love the idea of a universe where not only does someone have a perfectly matched other person, but that there is a surefire way to find them. Even though I only published one soulmate AU this year, I feel like every time I write Snowbaz I am writing about a couple where love will, inevitably, win. In my mind they are always going to have a happy ending somewhere down the line where they are just purely in love. Even though love doesn’t magically fix everything, it’s still incredibly powerful, and I only want to create stories where Simon and Baz truly love each other.

Of course, with that as the theme, A Privilege to Love You has to be the fic that best demonstrates the idea of inevitable love - it’s a soulmate AU and a universe where Simon exercises his free will.

What are your fic writing goals for next year this year?

Finish and publish my Gentleman’s Guide AU

Finish and publish more soulmate AUs (I have so many WIPs you guys)

Plan more before writing

Work on improving dynamic scenes and the overall flow of my fics - I sometimes feel like I have too many lulls, and I want to write in a more engaging way

Promote my own work more! I am partially doing this post because there are multiple fics that I never shared on here! I plan to make banners for all of the fics I write this year, and to post them on tumblr at the same time I upload them to ao3.

The last few years have been a time of tremendous personal growth for me, and I really feel like I’m starting to understand who I am as a person, settle into myself, and like who I am. I’m thrilled to discover that fandom is still part of who I am and what I enjoy, and that I have more creative outlets in my life now than I ever expected to. My biggest goal is just to keep building on all of that, to use fic to explore who I am, to reflect what I like, make myself happy with my writing, and to hopefully make at least a few of you happy with my stories too!

#2020 fics #my writing #about me #year in review #fic masterpost #fanfic year in review #my fic #snowbaz #carry on

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calligraphist-artemisia · 5 years ago

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Souls in the Machine

Summary: Pidge and Keith go on a mission together and (as usual) things don’t go according to plan. One injury and a crashed ship later, Pidge confronts Keith about a problem she’s noticed since he joined the Blade of Marmora.

Also posted on AO3 under the username Kishirokitsune

I guess for this years Kidgeweek I’m just going to freestyle it and finish up a few one-shots that I’ve been working on. I won’t have something to post every day, but it’s a good incentive to finish up these fics that are just sitting around half-finished. Maybe it’ll get me out of my writing slump.

The title is the Goo Goo Dolls song “Souls in the Machine”.

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Souls in the Machine

Just for once, Keith would like it if things went according to plan.

When Kolivan assigned them the mission, it sounded like a simple thing. They would sneak in, hack into a terminal and obtain the information they needed, and get out. The entire thing would take fifteen doboshes at most and then they'd be soaring away back to the meeting point Kolivan set up, where they would hand over the intel and go their separate ways. Kolivan was so confident that everything would go right that he was willing to risk the life of one of the paladins, who had the skills needed for such a mission.

It was a shame that Keith was so bad at all covert missions.

He glanced over at Pidge, who was a little bruised after their rough landing but was otherwise fine. She was in the act of ripping out the wires she needed to build a communication array that was powerful enough to get a signal to the Castle of Lions, hopefully without alerting the Galra to their location. She already had the pieces of the comm system that he helped her break away from the dashboard of their dead ship and just needed a few more parts to get started.

While he hated that she'd been put in danger, Keith was glad she was there with him. Pidge was one of the most adaptable people he knew, able to adjust her plans on the fly to come out on top, and smart enough to make the best out of whatever situation she ended up in.

Pidge gave a triumphant cry as she yanked a handful of wires free.

“Are you sure you don't need a hand?” Keith asked, watching in concern as the panel sparked violently.

Pidge got away without getting zapped, though she did appear surprised by how loudly the spark cracked through the air. “Thanks, but this should be all I need. Now it's just a matter of putting it all together and hoping it works. Not much you can do with your arm like that anyway.”

Keith glanced down at his make-shift sling and bandages. He got hit by one of the Galra blasters while protecting Pidge and even though it meant his arm would be next to useless until it healed, he still thought it was worth it to keep her safe.

“You know we'll have to talk about it at some point. You shouldn't have jumped in front of me like that,” Pidge said as she sat down next to her pile of parts. She set aside the wire and began picking through for the pieces she needed first.

Keith frowned. “I did what I needed to keep you safe. I'm expendable, but you aren't.”

Pidge suddenly looked furious. “You- Excuse me?!” She demanded, glaring at him. Her hair seemed to puff up in a display of her rage. “Keith, you can't really think that!”

“Pidge, you are a paladin of Voltron,” he said firmly, refusing to back down.

“So are you!”

“Not anymore.”

Pidge opened her mouth but no sound came out. She struggled for a moment to find her words before giving up and noisily exhaling.

Keith thought the conversation was over when Pidge looked away and turned back to her work. She laid her tool-belt across one knee, sliding out each device as she needed it and replacing it once she was done. Beneath her skilled hands the piece of tech began to take shape.

He relaxed and watched her methodically attach circuit boards and wires inside of the box she build out of metal scrap, like some sort of technologically advanced MacGyver. He didn't have the first clue how any of it worked but he knew that Pidge would manage it. She always did. He'd heard all about her time in the junkyard and how she build a satellite capable of puncturing through a black hole to get a signal through to the Castle of Lions, which not only allowed the Castle to escape from said black hole, but was also able to track down all of the Lions across space so they could rescue them and their paladins.

Pidge stopped working.

She scowled hard at the box in her hands and then set it down on the ground. Her tool-belt soon joined it.

“Pidge?” he asked, feeling worried by the change. Was something wrong? Did she not have the right parts?

Pidge turned to face him and her expression was so fierce that Keith nearly took a step back. He swayed instead, fighting to stand his ground in face of her unexpected ire.

“You,” she began to speak, but her voice wavered hard as her lower lip trembled. She stopped and looked down, took a deep breath, and something in her expression broke as she raised her eyes back to his. A sadness that shook Keith to his core. “You are not expendable, Keith. Never. No, just listen!”

Keith snapped his mouth shut. He'd been about to explain why she was wrong, but from the sound of things she was working herself up into an unstoppable rant.

“It doesn't matter if you're working with the Blade of Marmora right now, that doesn't stop you from continuing to be a paladin. The Black Lion let you pilot her even before we lost Shiro and if that doesn't tell you how not expendable you are, I don't know what does!” Pidge threw up her hands and then stood up so she no longer had to crane her head back to meet his eyes. “And did you even stop and consider what sort of situation you'd leave me in if you got injured? I'm not nearly strong enough to carry you out of danger when you get hurt! And if the next words out of your mouth are to suggest that I should just leave you there, you had better rethink that, because I will never abandon a friend when they're in trouble.

“I don't care what bullshit Kolivan and the Blade have been teaching you, but your life is worth so much, Keith. You... you're important to me. To Shiro. To all of us. I – We would never forgive ourselves if we stood back and let something happen to you.”

Between Pidge's unexpected swear and the mention of Shiro, Keith was jarred enough that he could almost start to see the point she was making. Despite that he set his jaw, unwilling to back down. “I'm not going to just stand back and let you get hurt either. If I can do something to help, even if it means putting myself at risk, then I'm going to do it.”

“It's not worth getting yourself killed over!”

“I'm not trying to get myself killed!”

“I know about Naxzela, Keith. Matt told me.”

Keith guiltily averted his gaze and swallowed hard. He tried not to think of that day. They had nearly lost everything they worked so hard for from that single mission. He still had nightmares about it. He should have known that Matt wouldn't be able to stay quiet about everything that happened, especially with Pidge.

Pidge crossed her arms over her chest, but when she spoke again, her voice was much softer and less accusatory. “Talk to me? I just want to understand what's going on with you. Why did you try to do it?”

He breathed out and closed his eyes, reminding himself to keep his temper under control. If Pidge could manage to calm herself down and speak in a reasonable tone, then so could he.

“I didn't know what else to do,” he admitted. “Everything was going so well and then suddenly it wasn't. We tried everything to punch through the shield, but none of our weapons were strong enough to get through. I thought if I... If there was a strong enough blast it would weaken the shield and then the rebels could concentrate fire on that spot. If it meant saving you guys then it would be worth it.”

“Keith...”

“What would you have done?” he asked, forcing himself to meet her eyes again. “If you were in my place and knew that if you didn't take down that shield, then everyone you cared about would die. All of you were going to die, Pidge, along with the coalition and all of those other people. Who would have been left to fight the Galra then?”

Pidge didn't have an answer for that. He could tell by the way she dropped her gaze to the ground and fidgeted, her words failing her for a second time.

Keith took no pride in rendering her speechless.

“I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do,” he told her and felt some alarm when she sniffled quietly. It was the only warning he got before Pidge scurried over and wrapped her arms around him, holding on tightly. He had the fleeting thought that she was so tiny for someone so fierce and smart and brave.

When it became apparent that Pidge wasn't letting go anytime soon, Keith returned her hug and felt her relax against him. They held onto one another, weaving the frayed ends of their bond into something stronger, and when Pidge pulled away after several minutes to and mumbled about getting back to work on the communication array, Keith's heart felt lighter than before.

He sat down next to her and helped out in whatever way he could, which mainly involved holding things steady so she could make sure all of the little pieces were correctly placed. Once it was finished and the distress signal was broadcasting, Pidge leaned against Keith with a soft sigh.

“I'm glad you're here,” she murmured, closing her eyes.

Keith stretched an arm across her shoulders so he could support her better. “Me too.”

Pidge smiled.

There was nothing else to say.

#voltron #kidge #kidgemas #fanfiction #I guess it's more platonic kidge than romantic #both are good #hi guess who's still not over Naxzela #it's me #I'm still not over Naxzela #this time I'm trying to see things from Keith's perspective

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taylorswifthongkong · 4 years ago

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Plus, the set's "The 1" & "Exile" open in the Hot 100's top 10.

Taylor Swift's "Cardigan" blasts in at No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 songs chart.

The song is from Swift's new LP Folklore, which launches at No. 1 on the Billboard 200 albums chart, as Swift becomes the first artist ever to debut at No. 1 on both the Hot 100 and Billboard 200 in the same week.

Folklore was released July 24 on Republic Records, after being first teased by Swift only the day before.

"Cardigan" is joined by two other songs from the set that debut in the Hot 100's top 10: "The 1," at No. 4, and "Exile," featuring Bon Iver, at No. 6.

Plus, Jawsh 685 and Jason Derulo's "Savage Love (Laxed – Siren Beat)" enters the Hot 100's top 10, rising 12-10.

Let's run down the top 10 of the newest Hot 100, which blends all-genre U.S. streaming, radio airplay and sales data. All charts (dated Aug. 8) will update on Billboard.com tomorrow (Aug. 4).

"Cardigan," the 1,106th No. 1 in the Hot 100's 62-year history, enters with 34 million U.S. streams and 71,000 downloads sold in the week ending July 30, according to Nielsen Music/MRC Data. It concurrently debuts atop both the Streaming Songs and Digital Song Sales charts.

The song also drew 12.7 million in all-format radio airplay audience in the week ending Aug. 2.

Here are 13 (famously Swift's favorite number) notable achievements surrounding the chart arrival of Folklore and its songs.

First artist ever to debut atop Hot 100 & Billboard 200 simultaneously: With "Cardigan" and Folklore, Swift is the first artist to debut at No. 1 on the Hot 100 and Billboard 200 in the same week. The Billboard 200 began on March 24, 1956, and the Hot 100 originated on Aug. 4, 1958.

41st song to debut at No. 1 on Hot 100: "Cardigan" is the 41st song to debut at No. 1 on the Hot 100. It's Swift's second, after "Shake It Off" on the chart dated Sept. 6, 2014.

Swift is the seventh artist with multiple No. 1 Hot 100 entrances, joining Justin Bieber, Mariah Carey, Drake, Ariana Grande (the leaders with three each), Travis Scott and Britney Spears (two each).

Meanwhile, "Cardigan" is the sixth song to debut atop the Hot 100 in 2020, extending the record for the most in a single year. Four songs each started at No. 1 in both 2018 and 1995.

Swift's sixth No. 1: Swift scores her sixth Hot 100 leader. Here's a recap:

"We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together," three weeks, beginning Sept. 1, 2012 "Shake It Off," four weeks, beginning Sept. 6, 2014 "Blank Space," seven weeks, beginning Nov. 29, 2014 "Bad Blood," feat. Kendrick Lamar, one week, June 6, 2015 "Look What You Made Me Do," three weeks, beginning Sept. 16, 2017 "Cardigan," one week to-date, Aug. 8, 2020

Swift is the 26th artist in the Hot 100's history with at least six No. 1s, and the ninth solo woman. The Beatles lead all acts with 20 No. 1s, followed by Carey with 19.

First woman to debut two songs in top five simultaneously: With "Cardigan" at No. 1 and "The 1" at No. 4, Swift is the first woman, and third act overall, to debut two songs in the Hot 100's top five simultaneously.

Lil Wayne first earned the honor with "Mona Lisa," featuring Kendrick Lamar (No. 2), and "Don't Cry," featuring XXXTentacion (No. 5), on Oct. 13, 2018. Just two weeks ago, on the July 25 chart, the late Juice WRLD entered at Nos. 2 and 5, respectively, with "Come & Go," with Marshmello, and "Wishing Well."

Swift is, thus, the first artist to debut two songs in the Hot 100's top four spots simultaneously.

Three debuts in top 10: As "Cardigan," "The 1" and "Exile" arrive at Nos. 1, 4 and 6, respectively, Swift debuts three songs in the Hot 100's top 10 simultaneously for the first time. She's the sixth artist to accomplish the feat, following Drake (July 14, 2018), Lil Wayne (Oct. 13, 2018) and Juice WRLD (July 25), who share the record with four debuts each in the top 10 simultaneously, and J. Cole (May 5, 2018) and Lil Uzi Vert (March 21, 2020), each with three.

Further, Swift is the first artist to debut three songs in the Hot 100's top six spots in a single week.

Swift up to 28 career top 10s, tied for sixth-most: Swift swells her count of career Hot 100 top 10s from 25 to 28, tying Mariah Carey and Stevie Wonder for the sixth-best sum.

Here is a recap of the acts with the most Hot 100 top 10s, dating to the chart's Aug. 4, 1958, inception (two years after Elvis Presley's commercial breakthrough):

Most Hot 100 Top 10s 40, Drake 38, Madonna 34, The Beatles 31, Rihanna 30, Michael Jackson 28, Mariah Carey 28, Taylor Swift 28, Stevie Wonder 27, Elton John 27, Janet Jackson 25, Lil Wayne 25, Elvis Presley

18 career top 10 debuts: Swift extends her record among women for the most debuts in the Hot 100's top 10, as her three new arrivals lift her total to 18. Among all acts, only Drake has more: 25.

16 songs from Folklore hit Hot 100: Swift sends the entirety of the standard edition of Folklore onto the Hot 100, as its 16 songs enter the chart, from "Cardigan" at No. 1 to album closer "Hoax" at No. 71.

Folklore is Swift's second consecutive album whose standard version has fully infused the Hot 100: 18 songs from Lover, which soared in atop the Billboard 200 dated Sept. 7, 2019, charted on the Hot 100 the same week.

Swift passes Nicki Minaj for most Hot 100 entries among women: Swift surges from 97 career Hot 100 entries to 113, passing Nicki Minaj (110) for the most among women.

Swift also becomes the 10th act with at least 100 Hot 100 entries, as she ascends to the fourth-best total. Here's an updated leaderboard:

Most Hot 100 Entries 224, Drake 207, Glee Cast 169, Lil Wayne 113, Taylor Swift 111, Future 110, Nicki Minaj 109, Elvis Presley 108, Kanye West 101, Chris Brown 100, Jay-Z

First solo woman at No. 1 since January: "Cardigan" is the first Hot 100 No. 1 billed solely to one woman since Carey's "All I Want for Christmas Is You" logged three weeks on top from Dec. 21, 2019, through Jan. 4. Before that, Selena Gomez's "Lose You to Love Me" led the Nov. 9 list.

'Cardigan' No. 1 in streams & sales: With 34 million U.S. streams and 71,000 sold in the week ending July 30, "Cardigan" starts as the most-streamed and top-selling song of the week. Swift scores her third Streaming Songs No. 1 and her record-extending 20th Digital Song Sales No. 1, furthering her lead on the latter list over runner-up Rihanna (14).

"Cardigan" was on sale in Swift's webstore via multiple physical/digital combination offerings during the tracking week, ending July 30, including an alternate "Cabin in Candlelight" version released July 29. Consumers could purchase CD and vinyl singles, each with a digital download; the download would be sent to consumers upon purchase, with physical versions due to arrive at a later date.

Radio tries on 'Cardigan': "Cardigan" drew 12.7 million in radio airplay audience in its first full week, ending Aug. 2. It rises 26-17 on the Adult Pop Songs airplay chart and debuts at No. 19 on Adult Contemporary and No. 27 on Pop Songs.

Bon Iver's first Hot 100 top 10: With "Exile" debuting at No. 6 on the Hot 100, Bon Iver earns its first top 10 on the chart. The act, fronted by Justin Vernon, previously charted two titles, both in 2010 as featured on songs on Kanye West's album My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, led by the No. 18-peaking "Monster," also featuring Jay-Z, Rick Ross and Minaj.

"Cardigan" dethrones DaBaby's seven-week Hot 100 leader "Rockstar," featuring Roddy Ricch. The track holds at No. 2 on the Radio Songs chart (67.9 million, up 10%) and dips to No. 3 on Streaming Songs, after nine weeks at No. 1 (32.9 million, down 9%), and 5-7 on Digital Song Sales (10,000, down 6%).

"Rockstar" concurrently rules the multi-metric Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs and Hot Rap Songs charts for an eighth week each.

Jack Harlow's "Whats Poppin," featuring DaBaby, Tory Lanez and Lil Wayne, drops to No. 3 on the Hot 100 from its No. 2 high.

The Weeknd's "Blinding Lights" descends 4-5 on the Hot 100, following its four-week rule. It tops Radio Songs for a 17th frame (76.2 million in audience, up 2%), moving to within a week of potentially tying for the longest command since the chart started in December 1990.

Most Weeks at No. 1 on Radio Songs 18, "Iris," Goo Goo Dolls, beginning Aug. 1, 1998 17, "Blinding Lights," The Weeknd, April 18, 2020 16, "Girls Like You," Maroon 5 feat. Cardi B, Aug. 4, 2018 16, "We Belong Together," Mariah Carey, May 28, 2005 16, "Don't Speak," No Doubt, Dec. 7, 1996

"Blinding Lights" tops the multi-metric Hot R&B Songs chart for a record-tying 20th week. It joins three other songs for a share of the mark, including another by The Weeknd, dating to the list's October 2012 start: Drake's "One Dance," featuring WizKid and Kyla (2016); The Weeknd's "Starboy," featuring Daft Punk (2016-17); and Bruno Mars' "That's What I Like" (2017).

Harry Styles' "Watermelon Sugar" holds at its No. 7 Hot 100 high; SAINt JHN's "Roses" slides 5-8, after reaching No. 4; and Megan Thee Stallion's former one-week leader "Savage," featuring Beyoncé, falls 6-9.

Rounding out the Hot 100's top 10, Jawsh 685 and Jason Derulo's "Savage Love (Laxed – Siren Beat)" enters the tier, rising 12-10. The track retreats 3-4 on Digital Song Sales, although with a 14% advance to 13,000 sold, and 10-17 on Streaming Songs, but with a 1% gain to 17.9 million U.S. streams, while climbing 40-33 on Radio Songs (23.5 million, up 23%).

New Zealand producer Jawsh 685 (real name: Joshua Nanai) hits the Hot 100's top 10 in his first visit to the chart, while Derulo adds his seventh top 10 and first since the No. 5-peaking "Want to Want Me" in 2015.

(A "savage" garden: Three songs with "savage" in their titles have hit the Hot 100 all-time, and two of them rank back-to-back at Nos. 9 and 10 this week. The other? Rod Hart's "C.b. Savage," which reached No. 67 in 1977.)

For all chart news, you can follow @billboard and @billboardcharts on both Twitter and Instagram. And again, be sure to visit Billboard.com tomorrow (Aug. 8), when all charts, including the Hot 100 in its entirety, will refresh.

#billboard #hot 100 #article #records #charts #folklore charts #cardigan

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chrysolina · 6 years ago

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𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕪 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟚 - 𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

A/N - Here it is ladies and gentle-ghouls! The first proper ‘fic day’ of my Halloween extravaganza and why not start it with one of my faves, capsicle Steeb. Enjoy!! Trope/inspo - Mafia AU & Hades/Persephone trope Word Count - 1.6k Warnings - nothing really, alcohol, pining, floof (:

Perfect - that’s what Steve called the finest things to exist. Whether it’d be their beauty, their intricacy, their personality, it didn’t matter if it explained a person, a characteristic of a person or even an object - if it was perfect to the proclaimed King of New York, nothing else mattered. And that’s what he thought of you as you dazzled amongst the rich and famous of the world under the warm casting light of the grand chandelier hanging from the Michelangelo-like ceiling just a little above him.

Perhaps it was cruel to do this. To watch you, the head liaison of Stark Industries like a predator watching its prey with hungry eyes but Steve didn’t care. No, this was the first time he nor his right hand man Bucky had seen you in well over a decade and to the schoolyard buddies who grew up alongside you, they could tell the years had done you well.

I look and stare so deep in your eyes I touch on you more and more every time When you leave, I'm begging you not to go Call your name two or three times in a row

From the way your roughed lips fluttered into a smile every time some business character cracked a joke to the way you slowly teetered on one foot then another, swaying your edible ass and hips in a way that’d make any man go goo-goo eyed - it all seemed like a cruel joke that Steve had to watch from the ornate bar on the floor above not from the depths of the people on the same level as you.

Was this what all his sexual escapades had been leading him to after all these years? Had they all been leading to the prize girl wrapped in that dazzling blue dress that yearned to be ripped off by Steve’s very own hands? Maybe it was, he thought as he set down his stumpy glass down on the bar and called for the bartender to pour him another scotch on the ice and to put it on the tab.

Such a funny thing for me to try to explain How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame 'Cause I know I don't understand Just how your love can do what no one else can

"Still pining from up above, is it?” Bucky chuckled from beside him as he took up the vacant velvety bar-stool from beside the Monster King of New York or more informally, his best friend. With a low glare sent to him by the blues of Steve’s eyes, Bucky only shrugged with a smile and asked the bartender for another scotch on the rocks. “What?” Bucky shrugged. “She’s right down there pal, what are you waitin’ for?”

With the pungent taste of truth on his lips, Steve took a gulp of the rough scotch and allowed it to slowly burn the back of his throat in an attempt to quell his bubbling nerves. “I’m waitin’ for my nerves to calm a little, jerk.” Steve grumbled and set the glass back down on the bar again, feeling the ominous stare of Bucky’s eyes on his figure constantly.

“Why are you nervous? You’ve not nothing to be nervous about,” Ah yes, the million dollar question. It seemed so less daunting once Steve heard it in words but that didn’t stop the possible thoughts racing around his mind in a jeering manner.

“Because,” Steve began with a stare so raw, it made Bucky soften a tad inside “She’s the only woman that ever mattered to me. She is the only one I want Buck, the only one I could ever see myself having a relatively happy stable life with and if I fuck up,” Steve picked up his glass again and set it to his lips. “I’d never recover from it again.”

Such a funny thing for me to try to explain How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame 'Cause I know I don't understand Just how your love can do what no one else can

The truth was a bitter bullet alright, a bullet Steve had to take and swallow whole as Bucky stared at him for a moment, then another and then another until he spoke again. “After all this time since middle school,” Bucky began with a laugh. “She’s still the one.” Steve could only smile weakly to his best friend’s observant ways. and again, he was right. After every woman Steve had slept with, every woman whose lips had locked with his - he’s never felt that spark of eternity course through him, not until he saw your figure walking down the street opposite to this one day last month.

But instead of smiling like a fool at the pleasant memory of the spark, Steve only grimaced and looked back down to you with wistful eyes, his heart hanging low in his chest at the harsh reality of yours and his polar opposite worlds. “She is - but she’s so innocent Buck,” Steve sighed and rubbed his eyes wearily. “ I can’t taint her with the same brush that’s used on me.”

“So what?” If Steve was to expect anything, it wouldn’t have been that.

Got me hoping you'll page me right now, your kiss Got me hoping you'll save me right now Looking so crazy in love Got me looking, got me lookin so crazy in love

“So what? Buck I bet you a hundred dollars she’s the most innocent person in this room.” Steve snapped back at his smug-faced friend who only looked to him and then back to you down below with knowing eyes. “What?” Steve snapped again and took another sip of his beverage.

“You two are just ridiculous,” Bucky began with a snort. “From the moment you stepped through the front doors to this place, she was basically begging with her eyes for you to come talk to her - but you didn’t.” Bucky took another sip of his drink and smirked at the confused look on his best friend’s face.

“You see punk, the thing about innocent people is that although they are naive to the darker world around them,” Bucky lent over to Steve with his knowing smirk still smug on his face. “Some of them beg to know what real power and darkness look and feel like; believe me, I know.” If things weren’t clicking in Steve’s head by then, they certainly were now. It was all starting to make sense; the slight yet constant looks across your shoulder, the bored look in your eyes, the fake smiles that adorned your roughed lips - were they really all waiting for him to make them worthy?

“And little Y/N? Oh she’s just begging to be touched by you Steve.”

When I talk to my friends so quietly Who he think he is? Look at what you did to me Tennis shoes, don't even need to buy a new dress If you ain't there, ain't nobody else to impress

“Remind me again why you’re so good at reading people?” Steve spoke with a smirk as he quickly got off his bar-stool, swallowed down the last of his drink and began to brush out the creases in his black tux.

“Perks of being the best assassin in the states.” Bucky smirked with a shrug and watched his best friend and boss meander down the stairs and through the vast sways of people of the party with a knowing smirk. “Talk about an idiot..” Bucky whispered under his breath and turned away to give you and his the privacy you deserved.

It's the way that you know what I thought I knew It's the beat my heart skips when I'm with you But I still don't understand Just how your love can do what no one else can

As if his heaven bound Ma had arranged just for him, Steve was lucky enough to find you alone helping yourself to another glass of champagne from the fountain installed in the centre of the room. Like it was written in the winter stars that night, Steve saw you struggling to lean over to collect the fizzing golden nectar in your glass and saw his window of opportunity open right before him.

With his mind racing, Steve placed his hand tentatively on your hip, nicked the slim glass out of your daintily small hands and filled it up with the intoxicating feeling of your eyes on his form. Pulling away from the glittering fountain slowly, Steve couldn’t help but allow a devilishly handsome smirk to grace the pink of his lips once his deep stormy blue eyes met with your sightly blown open Y/E/C orbs.

Instead of doing the most obvious thing of which was to hand you your slim glass of champagne, Steve quickly cupped your hand and brought it to his lips, leaving a butterfly kiss in his wake. “Miss Y/L/N.” Steve couldn’t help himself but to allow your name to slip off his tongue in a low octave voice that made you, and any woman in the vicinity, weak on the knees.

As best as you could - given the circumstance, you swallowed the lump in your throat and ran your tongue ever so discreetly over your parched lips in a bid to try to articulate some sort of wording. “Captain Rogers.” You, too, allowed his name and title slide off your lips and bounce around in Steve’s eardrum like a world-class symphony.

Got me lookin so crazy right now, your love's Got me lookin so crazy right now (oh, crazy) Got me looking so crazy right now, your touch (you're in love) Got me lookin so crazy right now (love)

• ————— •

Perfect - that’s what Steve would easily describe this night as he slow danced with you under the warm casting light of the twinkling chandelier that hung from the Michelangelo-like ceiling. With you dressed in a beautiful white deep cut, bodycon dress that contrasted his groom-like black suit in all the right ways, Steve couldn't help but smile contently to himself as the short years you two had been together flashed past his eyes in an instant.

“I know this ain’t the honeymoon of your dreams baby-doll,” Steve murmured in a hushed tone into the styled strands of your hair with softly closed eyes. “But I swear, once I’ve sorted out this business - I’ll rent out that villa you saw for however long you want; that I promise.” You couldn’t help but smile into the side of Steve’s chest after hearing his confession and the feeling of one of his warm, large hands cupping the small one month old bulge of a bump through the sequined fabric of your dress.

Got me hoping you'll page me right now, your kiss (hey) Got me hoping you'll save me right now Looking so crazy in love's (hey) Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love

“Hey, don’t rush nothin’ that’s not meant to be rushed Mister,” You quickly backed him up on his promise with a sincere look into his eyes and the cusp of your small hand on his semi-shaven face, the two rings that adorned your ring finger making your smile grow ever so slightly. “Business first - then me.” You looked at Steve with a pointed look just for extra measures, so he knew you weren’t joking about right now.

I'm looking so crazy in love Got me looking, got me lookin so crazy in love

“No Y/N, you two first,” Steve beamed down at you and placed his lips to your forehead, the fact that there was going to an addition to the new family still making him giddy on his heels even after a month of knowing about baby Rogers - as so you called him or her. “You’re always gonna come first.”

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realitv · 5 years ago

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is love freedom? or only a longer leash? + Law

MABEL. not accepting.

COURT SUMMONING: THE LAW CALLS THE MASS MEDIA TO THE STAND. A trial is just another form of a live television show; the jury is just another audience. YOU HAVE TO PULL IN RATINGS. The public did not want ’real’. Real was a drab, rag tag world of dishwater browns and bullshit that never made for good television: GIVE THEM DRAMA! GIVE THEM HD LIVE STREAMS AND GIRLS GONE WILD PARTIES. GIVE THEM A GOO-GOO DOLL, BEDAZZLED VERSION OF THE WORLD AND MAKE THEM LIVE THROUGH YOU. Now that, viewers, is good television. Anyone else would melt under the glare of energy efficient spotlights; a pound of cake face make up sliding off of silicone and not a hair out of place, not a smudge upon the canvas; red, red lips stretched into a bleached out, award winning smile that belonged on GOOD MORNING, AMERICA and a hush falls over the audience. YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE: THIS IS A LIVE STUDIO, WE CANNOT PREDICT RESPONSES. Nylon coated leg crossing over another and it’s a more intimate setting; green screen dissolving and it’s familiar. Sleek and minimalistic; a sterile space with just enough fake plants to almost feel homely. LOOK, VIEWERS. IT’S LIKE YOU’RE RIGHT HERE WITH US! IT’S JUST LIKE WE’RE ALL JUST HAVING COFFEE IN YOUR HOME. Up close and fucking personal: viewers, I have no eyes for anyone but him.

“You’re being very introspective, darling.” Half a drawl, half teasing; the pointed edge of their shoe brushing against his pant leg and it’s a moment the cameras gloss over; trained upon two profiles, two sets of unblinking eyes and upon the world’s sound stage, they are much too close. “–Almost bordering on sentimental.” VIEWERS, HE KNOWS WHAT THAT DOES TO ME. Something real and warm and too close to HUMAN in their eyes and it’s a soft expression; out of focus and filled with feedback from boom mics and somewhere along the broadcast, a signal jams. The image flickers. A fuse shorts and the audience is left in the dark. The audience is left waiting. A dark, vast, gaping void of WANT and it leaves them starved. Leaves them parched. WE’RE SORRY: THE PROGRAM YOU ARE WATCHING HAS BEEN TAKEN OFF AIR. PLEASE STAND BY. Viewers, there are some things I will never show you. Static buzzing in the background and the liminal space between them is no longer dark; no longer so filled with pretence and jargon. A CLOSE UP PLEASE: IT’S JUST ███ ███ █████ AND ███ ███; FILLING UP THE BACK STAGE.

They are not really there. Haven’t been for years. Oh, viewers: I gave up that pesky flesh and all I got in exchange were rows and rows and rooms and walls filled with screens. WHAT GOOD AM I IF I CANNOT TOUCH HIM? WHAT GOOD AM I IF I WILL NEVER BE CLOSE TO HIM AGAIN? IT’S JUST BAD WRITING. All alone in sterile white space and they are fractured; eyes and lips all focusing, all moving at once; flashing between the plasma monstrosity they had become. SAY, WOULDN’T YOU LIKE AN UPGRADE? SmartTv; AppleTV ain’t got nothing on me, sweetheart. “Asking a reporter to be honest is a tough one. But you’ve got me under oath, darling. Don’t be shy.” A toss of those over processed curls; synthetic hair fried under bleach and perms and blow outs, camera cutting to a careful close up and the screens shift with them; another mosaic of their being created in perfect technicolour. “I think… I think we have known each other long enough –” CUT. CUT CUT CUT. HEY. HEY. THAT’S A SHITTY LINE. YOUR DELIVERY IS OFF. TRY IT AGAIN. THIS TIME, WITH FEELING. Oh, viewers. He could always make me feel. Their image skips; buzzes. Warps. Separation was so much easier when there was glass between you.

“There was only ever one rule between us.” Unsaid. Unspoken. Unwritten. Weighted by the smooth bone that remained a delight to their skin decades after its creation. An artificial sigh passing through their lips and for a moment they are emblazoned upon each screen; a larger than life, 1080p creature and one by one, by one, by one; they flick off. Stutter. Hum. Dark and vast and DEAD. A dull shine to matte plasma and only one is left standing. One is left fit to air. Small and vulnerable; quiet. “You never tried to bind me. I have not forgotten how hungrily you once looked at me. How you still look at me. Like you could suck the synthetic marrow from my mainframe and leave me hollow. All those edicts and codes and papers, and you never once tried to deny me my nature.” Nature vs nurture: he fed me from the palm of his hand and I licked his fingers clean, viewers. “Never made me go, never made me stay. Never brought me to heel.” Soft. Gentle. Voice distant and low-fi and it echoes. “You let me go, my darling. And what did I choose to do? Oh, I followed you.” Always a step behind him. Always too late.

The plasma screen is cold even to their lifeless fingertips. Unpleasantly so. Hand pressing into glass and it’s a distance tinted with regret. Static filling their head like the beginnings of a blowfly infestation and they shake it away; shut those all seeing eyes. VIEWERS, I THINK I’D LET HIM EAT ME, IF HE ASKED. I THINK I’D LET HIM DO ALMOST ANYTHING IF HE SMILED. Something bubbling in their throat and the censor bar screeeeeeeeeeeams. They choke on it. Sputter. WAS THAT – WAS THAT NOT TELEVISION APPROPRIATE? “There was only ever one rule – I broke that, darling. And even then, you let me be. Oh, darling.” Mouth filled with static and it tumbles out; a frighteningly tangible thing. “Do not ever think of this – what is between us – to be a leash.” Head dipping; zoom lens obscured by hair and they seem to sink. VIEWERS, KNOW THIS: He was the first thing I knew and he will be the last thing I speak. VIEWERS, LISTEN TO ME. He is the one creature on this Earth I would gladly fall silent for. Eat and be eaten, one in the same. Limbs and bodies twined so close to together one could call it art: an imperfect sculpture titled ’NEED’. Unknown. Flesh and silicone. Adoration. A frightened, fluttering thing they can’t quite give name to; all brought on by his name kissing their ears. His hand upon their back. His eyes. His smile. OH, VIEWERS: AM I GETTING SENTIMENTAL? It’s all I have in this day and age; it is all I can give him.

“If this was a leash–” Sputtering. Falling silent again and he had not even needed to put his hand to their lips. Signals flickering and they think it feels like aching. Feels like pain. Feels like a million things they’d tried to overwrite. Tried to cancel. IT’S JUST NOT GOOD TELEVISION! All things they remembered. All things tucked away in archives and film cases; left to deteriorate in Hollywood backlots. All these things, viewers, that come back with him. All these things that have never left. Their silence is something heavy, something real; something that rattles in the spaces between them and weights down their tongue. Something they’d pry open deep within their mainframe to remove, to place it hot and pulsating in his hands and find it home at last. The hard line of their shoulders breaks, slumps. Something defeated in their stance, something close to sorrow in their eyes. “If this was a leash, you would stay.”

#hey nee ---#The Robot Is Capable Of Love #📺❝ ( verse. ) PUT A PILLOW OVER THAT FEELING. BEAR DOWN. SMOTHER IT !#📺❝ THE SCREEN HAS ALL THE ANSWERS ! ( answered. )#📺❝ IS HE... YOU KNOW... YOUR NARRATIVE FOIL? ( media & law. )#godlyground

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r0und3bitch · 3 years ago

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OKAY I don’t know if this was intentional but upon initiallt reading the title I just imagined “Slide” by Goo Goo Dolls so that song was on a constant loop in my head while reading this one!

Love that Rafe just casually hangs out with Scott even though YN won’t really give him the time of day. Kind of plays into that brother type friendship they have.

He’d taken the brunt of the fight, mostly because he’d been the one to start it in the first place. They’d been playing basketball down at the Club when a group of guys came up, telling them to get off the court. Rafe, who never takes orders from anyone but a certain five foot one girl who sits beside him once a week, had laughed at the guy and demanded that they make them leave.

^^^Truly you have never put a bigger perspective on your own story. The Kook Fucking King literally does not take orders or shit from ANYONE but YN. If that doesn’t rock you with how much of a hold she’s always had on him I don’t know what will. And he hasn’t even fully realized he’s in love with her yet.

Awww Scotty boy being a baby and Rafe like COMMON BRO your sister is already going to kick my ass please god help me and stop whining.

“Shit, man, that was my favorite one! You’re going back for it in the morning.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m gonna do,” Rafe mutters sarcastically, “And, don’t swear.”

“Don’t tell me what to do when I’m bleeding because of you.”

“Scott, hurry the fuck up,” Rafe whispers, authoritative voice carrying all the way to Scott’s position on the driveway.

“Don’t swear,” Scott mocks.

“Okay, I’m about to kick your ass,” Rafe grunts, setting his hand on the back of Scott’s neck and pushing him forward, toward the front door.

“Get the key,” Scott demands, “It’s under the-”

“I know where it is, genius, thank you.”

^^^^^^^^^^^^^ GIRL YOU ARE SO FUCKING FUNNY. AGAIN, HOW DO YOU WRITE SHIT LIKE THIS I LAUGHED SO DAMN HARD.

“Um-” Scott starts, but she silences him with a glare. “Be quiet. Rafe, how did this happen?” She doesn’t so much as look at him, but his cheeks burn as she speaks directly to him. He brings a hand to the back of his neck, scratching roughly as if to ease some of the tension in his body. “It was my fault,” he says quickly. She scoffs, “No shit. What happened?” THE SASS ON OUR GIRL!!!!! I FUCKING LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “And, let me guess. You picked a fight and risked Scott’s safety just to stroke your own ego.”

Rafe snaps out of his daze when the pace of her voice changes, swallowing nervously when he realizes he has to speak again. He can’t help but feel flustered, all of his lifelong feelings swelling up in his stomach, flooding his heart and coming to one sudden realization: he’s totally and completely in love with her. I choked up and almost cried at this. fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk. I’ll say it again. We don’t and never will deserve your Rafe.

But, this feeling, this realization, that this girl is meant to be his and his only for the rest of his life, makes his throat close up. She stares at him with an annoyed look on her face, not realizing the one thought swarming through his mind at that very second, blocking out everything he could possibly say in response.

I have to have her, or I will simply die. No other girl would ever put me in my place the way she does.

I want to personally thank you for giving us the exact moment he realized he was in love with her. All of the “Before” blurbs you give us provide SO MUCH fucking context to the story as a whole. Which then makes every time I go re-read the whole thing again that much much special/close. 😊😊😊😊😌😙🥺

THEM SPEAKING AT THE SAME TIME. IS THERE ANYTHING MORE FATED?!

“Drive safe.” ..........................................................

ambivalence blurb: slide - rafe cameron

a/n: hiiii i'm so excited about this one!! let me know what you think! xoxo

Warnings: mentions of fighting, blood, swearing

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"Dude, my parents are going to kill me," Scott grumbles, his thirteen-year-old self pulling down the mirror in Rafe's new truck to look at his bruised face.

"Dude, your sister's going to kill me," Rafe snaps back, pointing over at Scott's injuries.

"Who cares," Scott replies.

Rafe bites the inside of his cheek, reaching up and feeling his own dried blood creasing on his forehead. He'd taken the brunt of the fight, mostly because he'd been the one to start it in the first place. They'd been playing basketball down at the Club when a group of guys came up, telling them to get off the court.

Rafe, who never takes orders from anyone but a certain five foot one girl who sits beside him once a week, had laughed at the guy and demanded that they make them leave. Scott knew it wouldn't end well, but the last thing he wanted was to abandon his friend.

"Do you think your parents are still up?" Rafe asks Scott.

"No. They told me to use the spare key when I come home."

Rafe nods, letting out a sigh of relief. Hopefully, he and Scott could get cleaned up without being noticed, and Rafe could escape back to his own house. Scott looks down, examining his scraped up legs for the first time. His knee is stinging especially bad, and when he looks at it, he notices how much he's bleeding.

"Shit," he curses.

"Don't swear," Rafe demands, glaring at him and then moving his gaze to Scott's bleeding knee, "Shit."

"Yeah, shit," Scott snaps, "Look at the road."

Rafe shakes his head but does just that, "Use your shirt to stop it. Do not get blood in my truck."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Cam. I'll be more stingy with my bleeding."

"Shut up, Scott," Rafe grunts, pressing his foot down on the gas a little more.

Scott removes his shirt and wraps it around his knee, hissing in pain as the cotton touches his wound. Rafe tries not to roll his eyes, the dramatics a little too much for him. As guilty as he feels for getting Scott hurt, the kid has to toughen up a bit.

Rafe shuts off his headlights as he pulls into the driveway, then shuts off the truck. Scott removes the shirt from around his knee, then climbs out as gently as he can. Rafe starts up the sidewalk toward the front door, stopping only when Scott's voice rings through the air.

"Dude," Scott calls out, voice heavy with irritation.

"What?" Rafe hisses.

"Did you forget my basketball?"

Rafe swears under his breath, setting his hands on his hips, "I was a little busy getting punched in the face."

"Shit, man, that was my favorite one! You're going back for it in the morning."

"Yeah, that's what I'm gonna do," Rafe mutters sarcastically, "And, don't swear."

"Don't tell me what to do when I'm bleeding because of you."

"Scott, hurry the fuck up," Rafe whispers, authoritative voice carrying all the way to Scott's position on the driveway.

"Don't swear," Scott mocks.

"Okay, I'm about to kick your ass," Rafe grunts, setting his hand on the back of Scott's neck and pushing him forward, toward the front door.

"Get the key," Scott demands, "It's under the-"

"I know where it is, genius, thank you."

Rafe retrieves the key from underneath the potted plant on the porch, then unlocks the front door and holds it open for Scott. The foyer is pitch black, which makes Rafe exhale in relief. At least Scott's parents are in bed, so hopefully-

"Scott?"

"Shit," Scott and Rafe mutter at the same time.

She steps out of the darkness, sporting a little pair of shorts and a Justin Bieber shirt that made Rafe smirk. She has a glass of water in her right hand, the reason she'd come downstairs in the first place.

"What happened to you?" she gasps, stepping over and turning on the light while Rafe closes the front door.

"It's nothing, Y/N-"

"Oh, my God, your knee. You're bleeding, Scott. Come on."

She wraps an arm around her brother's shoulders, glaring once at Rafe as she leads him off in the direction of the kitchen. He coughs awkwardly, not knowing exactly what to do, when she turns back around.

"Assuming this was your fault, aren't you going to help me clean him up?"

Rafe's eyes widen slightly, and he calms the panic in his chest before he nods, following behind her into the kitchen.

She leads Scott over to the counter and tells him to sit, then rifles through the cabinets for their first aid kit. Rafe grabs Scott a paper towel and watches as he presses it to his knee. The bleeding's calmed down, at least.

"How did this happen?" she asks when she steps over, pulling the paper towel away and getting a better look at his injury.

"Um-" Scott starts, but she silences him with a glare.

"Be quiet. Rafe, how did this happen?"

She doesn't so much as look at him, but his cheeks burn as she speaks directly to him. He brings a hand to the back of his neck, scratching roughly as if to ease some of the tension in his body.

"It was my fault," he says quickly.

She scoffs, "No shit. What happened?"

"It was such bullshit, Y/N-" Scott tries again, but she points an accusing finger his way as she continues with his knee.

"I said, quiet. And, don't swear."

Scott huffs, clenching his jaw as he sits back on the counter. She finally looks up at Rafe, as if to silently repeat her question.

"We were just, y'know, playing ball at the Club, and these guys came up to us and told us to get lost."

"And, let me guess. You picked a fight and risked Scott's safety just to stroke your own ego."

She pulls out a disinfectant and applies it to a cotton ball, pressing it to Scott's knee.

"Ow! Jeez," he groans, glaring at his sister. She shrugs, figuring the stinging is the least he deserves right now.

"Hush," she says, "He's thirteen years-old, Rafe. He looks up to you, treats you like a brother. You're supposed to be a role model and set good examples for him, not act like an idiot and get your ass beat just to prove a point."

Rafe stares at her, at the way the shitty fluorescent kitchen light hits her features in all the right spots, especially her eyes. He drowns out her lecture, hearing her words but only translating them to how much she loves and cares for her little brother. And, admiring the fact that she's not afraid of calling him on his bullshit, because he's tired of getting his ass kissed by everyone else just because he's a Cameron.

When Rafe doesn't respond, she assumes he's understanding, so she continues, "I mean, seriously. you just got your driver's license, so I hope you're practicing road safety. At least when Scott's in the car with you. And if I find out otherwise-"

"Y/N, lay off," Scott groans at her.

Rafe glares at Scott, because for the first time in forever, she was actually starting to sound like she cares about his physical safety. He'd give anything to hear her finish that statement.

"No," she says simply, "Sixteen means responsibility, Rafe. You're driving, you're in high school, and you need to start acting like it. You can't just punch someone whenever you feel like it, that's not the way the world works - are you even listening to me?"

Rafe snaps out of his daze when the pace of her voice changes, swallowing nervously when he realizes he has to speak again. He can't help but feel flustered, all of his lifelong feelings swelling up in his stomach, flooding his heart and coming to one sudden realization: he's totally and completely in love with her.

With her attitude, with her instinct to protect the people she loves, with her loyalty, her laugh, her eyes, her smile. Everything. Yes, he'd had moments of strong feelings for her, of the overwhelming urge to kiss her and then accept the punch she'd give him afterward. He'd thought about her on their cruise, the whole time, admiring her and wishing she was his.

I have to have her, or I will simply die. No other girl would ever put me in my place the way she does.

"You're an idiot," she finally says, rolling her eyes and then pressing Neosporin and a band-aid to her brother's knee. Rafe grins, because somehow, those words coming from her mean something different to him.

He takes a deep breath and regains himself, a new sense of anxiety settling in his stomach at the thought of carrying on a conversation with the girl he loves.

"Um, yeah, I was listening," he finally manages to say, "And, I'm really sorry. It was stupid, and it won't happen again."

He panics when silence falls in the air, thinking he did pretty well until she doesn't respond. Or even alter her facial expression. When she finally looks over at him, he swears she sees right through him.

"Well, you can't go home like that, and I'm sure not cleaning you up," she says, then gestures to the first-aid kit.

He nods silently and steps forward, picking up the disinfectant, a band-aid and a few paper towels, then makes his way to the guest bathroom.

"He thought you were going to kill him," Scott says quietly when he hears the bathroom door close.

"Thinking about it," she replies, "Are you okay?"

He nods, "I'm fine. Couldn't let him get beat up alone."

"You're a good friend, Scott."

"So is he."

She looks at her brother, but doesn't show any signs of agreement. She just think about what he's said, letting it hang in the air between them. Rafe emerges just as she finishes wiping the dirty and dry blood from Scott's face, telling him to get off the counter.

"I should get home," Rafe announces, watching her intently as she turns around and digs through one of the drawers, pulling out a lighter.

She turns to her favorite candle and lights it up, muttering something about the 'smell of blood'.

"Thanks for getting me home, man," Scott says to Rafe, patting him on the back.

"Thanks for, well, tonight," Rafe nods to him.

"We could've kicked their asses if we had a little warning-"

"Don't swear," she and Rafe say at the same time.

Scott rolls his eyes, then mutters out a 'goodnight' and walks out of the room. Rafe looks to her, watching as she bites down on her tongue to keep from smiling at the fact that they'd said the same thing. Rafe doesn't hide it, he smiles at her. Her eyes meet his, and for a second, he swears there's something shy behind them.

"I should go," he repeats himself, keeping his voice quieter now that it's just them.

"All right," she nods.

"See you Thursday?" he questions, then winces as he silently curses himself. Of course, he'd see her Thursday. Nobody misses dinners.

"Yep," she replies, popping the 'p'. She fixates her eyes on the flame of the candle, waiting for him to go.

"Okay," he nods, then turns to walk out. He's so busy cursing himself for sounding so stupid that he barely hears it.

"Drive safe."

He grins, so wide that he's sure she can see it with his back to her. She cares. She doesn't think of him as some rich punk. Some part of her cares about him.

"Thanks," he replies cooly, not turning around for fear he's blushing too much.

After a second of gushing, he steps forward again, urging himself to play it cool and at least make it to the driveway before he cheers.

Little victories, he thinks to himself. Little victories will get me the girl.

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blackirisposts · 7 years ago

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But I Thought Steve Had It

Summary: The one where Darcy lent her beloved iPod to Steve with some pre-made play lists for him to work his way through.. and someone else ends up with her “Sweet Baby Jute” and finds more than just her music taste buried in her play lists. Pairings: Darcy x Bucky Word Count: 1454 Notes: fluff, music, mystery? flustered Bucky is adorbs,

“Huh. Never thought I’d see you with one of those things.” Bucky said, riffling through the fridge for something to devour.

“Hmm?” Steve said, pulling the head phones off his head. “It’s not mine if that makes it any easier for you.”

“Really. Who would trust you with their own electronics?” Bucky’s curiosity rose. “Please tell me it was Stark. If so, I’m deleting everything on it before you give it back.” He chuckled lowly as he put a casserole dish in the oven.

“You know I wouldn't let you do that. And no. Stark and I are better now, but I don’t think he’ll ever trust me with his ‘toys’. It’s Darcy’s. She put a few play lists on here for me to catch up on the music I've missed over the years and to find some new favorites.” He said, holding up the sleek simple black iPod as evidence. If it was Tony’s it would have been much more stylish and showy.

“So what does the buxom brunette have on there then?”

“She has them by decade and she told me to listen to them in order, so that it will ‘make the most sense’ to me. I think she means well. She’s nicer about it than any of the others. Makes it seem like I just hated music for a while instead of being frozen.”

“Hmm. You sweet on her or something, punk?” Bucky questioned, raising an eyebrow at Steve’s fiddling with the cords of the head phones.

“No. I’m not..I ..No.” A shadow fell over Steve’s face, telling Bucky exactly what he couldn't say; that part of him was still hung up on Peggy.

“Steve, relax. It’s just music.”

“You want to look it over? I think I’m done for the day.” He left the iPod on the kitchen table and walked to his room.

“You don’t think she’d mind?” Bucky called after him.

“No. I don’t.” Steve yelled back. “Besides. It’s just music.”

Bucky stared down the iPod for a moment or so. Or at least longer than he cared to admit. Steve had been gone and wouldn't be home for another three days on account of a mission; which is why he left the iPod in its current location on the coffee table. Slowly, he picked it up and started flicking through the play lists specifically set up for Steve and his music ‘needs.’ They were titled in an obvious way that even Steve would know they were meant for him:

“Steeeeve! 50’s Jazz” “Steeeeve! 60’s Pop” “Steeeeve! 70’s Rock” “Steeeeve! 80’s Glam” “Steeeeve! 90’s Grunge and Pop” “Steeeeve! Most Modern Hits and Misses; You’re almost there”

He started listening to the 50’s Jazz that day and immediately fell in love with the sound. It was an easy transition from what he remembered listening to back in the 40’s, before the war, before his fall. The rest of the evening was spent with that play list on repeat.

Throughout Steve’s absence, Bucky burned through the remaining play lists. The more he heard, the more he craved to explore. She had managed to select the most enticing music in each decade; the good, the bad, the iconic, and the lesser known novelties. He was infatuated with what he heard, so naturally, he deviated from the specifically Steve made play lists to all play lists; anything was now game in his hunger. He found the play list for when she was sad, when she needed motivation, when she was tired, when she was stressed, when she was working out, and one that downright confused him at first. It had older songs from Jo Stafford and Ella Fitzgerald to more modern hits like Guns N Roses, Goo Goo Dolls, and Kito Reija Lee. The play list title: “Y.L.S.” He found that he loved almost every song in its inventory. Each one stirring an emotion he long thought dead. Emotions of love, love loss, hope, and even.. glee? How had this selection of music moved him in such a ground shaking, mind blowing way? It was just music. Mood altering, emotion, and thought provoking music, thrown together by a friend that he always wished to be closer to.

Although he adored this play list above the others, Darcy’s use of abbreviations drove him mad. It was the only play list to feature abbreviations. He took it as his mission to figure it out.

“Y. L. S… Y. L. S…” He muttered the title to himself trying to discern its meaning without asking Darcy flat out what it meant. After all, she had leant it to Steve for "educational purposes"; there was no reason for him to know about the play list or its cryptic title.

“Yale Law School? No, that doesn't make any sense. Youth Leadership S… No. Your Loud.. Your Little Sister? What? She doesn't have a sister. Yankee Likes.. No. Your Life Study? Hmm.. Your Level of Service? Ugg.”

His guesses weren't making any sense. Bucky had seen a lot, so random words bunched together usually meant something specific. That he knew. Just what the meaning of it all was alluded him. He would have to ask Steve, tactically, tomorrow, when he got back.

Half way through a quiet lunch with Steve, Bucky’s curiosity got the better of him.

“Now that your back, has Darcy been bugging you about getting her Ipod back? It’s been a few weeks.”

“Surprisingly, no.” Steve said around a mouth full of sandwich. “Did it help you at all? In catching up on music?”

“It did, I was pleasantly surprised. She’s got good taste in music. Did you look at any of her other play lists?” Bucky asked, trying to be subtle.

“Not really, didn’t have time.”

Bucky mumbled a response before continuing to focus on his food while his mind raced.

Steve didn’t know. Great. But how could he? He’s too polite to rummage through anyone’s things unless he feels something is wrong. And there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with Darcy or her mysteriously named play list, that one would only find by snooping in the first place. The only thing that was of concern was the worry of curiosity that bit away at Bucky’s mind whenever he had a quiet moment.

A week later and still no word from Darcy other than to know if Steve was enjoying his musical revival. Bucky had taken, more often than not, to conveniently and casually being in the same room as Darcy whenever possible. His goal, observation and possible discernment of the now internally infamous “Y.L.S.”

Today, Darcy’s sitting and eating with Jane. Coffee, pop tarts, the usual. However, this time they aren’t talking. The two usually chatter away driving others to laughter with their quips and opinions. Today, it’s silent.

Wondering to himself if he’ll ever over hear anything that might give any insight to his latest obsession, Bucky gets up from the kitchen table to leave. As he does, Darcy’s Ipod falls from his jean’s pocket with a clatter. Jane lightly jumps but keeps her focus on her work in front of her. Darcy and Bucky’s eyes fall to the now exposed Ipod.

Bucky reaches for Darcy’s Ipod and hands it to her lamely, keeping his eyes cast down.

“Thanks, doll.”

“But I thought Steve had it.” Darcy’s confusion finding home in the wrinkle between her eye brows.

“Yeah. He lent it to me, too. Thought you wouldn’t mind.”

Ask her! Ask her! Ask herrr!! Screamed a voice in the back of Bucky’s mind, only quieting when Darcy looked up again, her face cracking into a smile.

“You Little Shit. You think you’re so sneaky. I would have found out that you had it eventually.”

“Y.L.S. You? Little? Shit?”

“How-“

Bucky starts to chuckle as the other instances Darcy has called him a little shit come flooding to the front of his mind. It was for him. And, oh how he was grateful for this reveal. The emotions the various songs brought forth from him while he listened to them should have told him all along. His amusement forms into a wicked smirk shot directly at Darcy, making her turn a few shades of pink, blinking hard.

“Would you like to go to dinner with me, tonight?”

“Um, yeah,” Darcy squeaked quietly, nodding her head with a huge smile on her now red face.

“Good, I’ll pick you up at 7,” he said as he started walking toward the door. “And maybe after you can show me some more of your favorite music.” He added with a turn of his head and a wink as he left, leaving Darcy standing in shock in the kitchen.

Y(ou) L(ittle) S(hit) Play List:

Heart break warfare – John Meyers Killing Me Softly with His Song – Fugees Crave You – Flight Facilities Sweet Talk – Kito Reija Lee Hey Na Na – Katie Herzig Talk Like Lovers Do - The Eurythmics Your Eyes – Peter Gabriel Its Been A Long, Long Time – Harry James & His Orchestra, Vocals by Kitty Kallen. Big Jet Plane – Angus and Julia Stone Pompeii – Bastille, Acousitc Live in Paris Ribs – Lorde R U Mine – Arctic Monkeys You belong to me – Jo Stafford Sweater Weather – The Neighborhood Toxic – Cover by Melanie Martinez Crazy – Cover by Melanie Martinez Bulletproof – Cover by Melanie Martinez Too Close – Cover by Melanie Martinez There’ll Be Bluebirds over The White Cliffs of Dover – Vera Lynn You go to my head – Keely Smith Manhattan Serenade – Jo Stafford A String of Pearls – BBC Big Band Orchestra Crying Mood - Ella Fitzgerald Cheek to Cheek - Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald Heat Wave - Ella Fitzgerald Georgia on my Mind – Jo Stafford Trouble in Mine – Jo Stafford Sweet Child O’ Mine – Guns N Roses Come to Me – Goo Goo Dolls Witchcraft – Frank Sinatra Slide – Goo Goo Dolls

#bucky barnes x darcy lewis #mentions of Steve #steve rogers #fluff #music #mystery #cute #ao3 #ao3fic #blackirisposts

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sharkfish · 7 years ago

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songs i’m obsessing over right now

the born right in the doorway songs:

first day of my life by bright eyes (the title song) (this is the first day of my life/i’m glad i didn’t die before i met you)

beez in the trap by nicki minaj (feat 2 chainz) (i don’t smoke no bobby but my denim be from ricky)

slide by goo goo dolls (i’ll do anything you dreamed to be complete/little pieces of the nothing that fall)

feel like makin’ love by bad company (if i had those golden dreams/of my yesterdays/i would wrap you in the heaven/til i’m dying on the way)

seventeen years by ratatat (”i don’t write my stuff anymore. i just kick it from my head.”)

love again by run the jewels (yes, still) (i think i’m in love again/found my perfect drug again/feel better than heroin/you love my alpha arrogance) >:)

you will. you? will? you? will? you? will? by bright eyes (you said you’d be my dream/i could have you every night/and if by morning i’d forgotten you/well, no big deal, that’d be all right/cuz you’re the reoccuring kind)

the riptides songs:

riptide by vance joy (runnin’ down to the riptide/taken away to the dark side/i wanna be your left-hand man)

texas & tennessee by lucero (one of my favorite songs of all time tbh) (i can see the leaving in your eyes/don’t wanna hear it cuz i know it well/i’ve said it all before to someone else)

from the bright soundtrack:

darkside by ty dolla $ign & future (feat kiiara) (i’ve got a human heart/i’ve got a human heart/are you afraid of the dark)

broken people by logic & rag’n’bone man (DAMN, THIS VIDEO!!!) (we’re broken people now/we’re burning out/so cold and bleeding now/gonna let you down)

xo tour lif3 by lil uzi vert (which feels like a companion to that overplayed heathens song imho) (she said ‘baby i am not afraid to die’/all my friends are dead/push me to the edge/all my friends are dead)

others:

(don’t fear) the reaper by blue oyster cult (seasons don’t fear the reaper/nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain/we can be like they are)

firewall by bright eyes (the intro to this song is my favorite part of the whole album) (”love’s always been the message. it’s just... circumstances happen.”)

#britd was almost called 'dreamed to be complete'#maybe that's what i'll call the dufustiel version #music

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lovethyfanperson · 7 years ago

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All the Greek god asks?

Uhh, Okay!Zeus: What’s your name or nickname?Reese! It's not my birth name, but it's the name I go by on TumblrHera: Where are you from?America!Athena: How old are you?I am 16 going on 17Hephaestus: When is your birthday?November 6thAphrodite: What’s your relationship status?I am taken, and have been for a year and three monthsPoseidon: What are your pronouns?I use all pronouns except for the term "it", I find it degradingzDionysus: Are you and extrovert or an introvert?IntrovertDemeter: Do you have any pets?I wishApollo: What kind of music are you into?I don't really have a music type... i like songs from all genres and artists. Artemis: What do you first notice about new people?Eyes and hairHades: What’s a big fear of yours? Being left alone and forgottenAres: What’s a big pet peeve of yours?People throwing an arm around my shoulder. There are few people who are the exception.Hestia: Where do you consider home? The TheatrePegasus: Last movie you watched?Kingsman: The Golden Circle Mermaid: Last tv show you finished?Finished? Uh... Teen WolfCentaur: Last book you read?Read or finished? Read, it's "The Fever Code". Finished, it's "The Yellow Brick War"Siren: Last song you listened to?Don't Go Away (Remastered) by OasisGorgon: Last thing you ate?A watermelon Blow PopCyclops: Last time you cried?Uh, yesterdayMinotaur: Last time you were truly happy?Monday when I saw a movie alone with my bfSphynx: Last text you sent?An "ok" to my dadChimera: Last call you made?To my mom yesterday to tell her rehearsal was overGriffin: Last thing you did before going to sleep last night?Texted my boyfriend goodnight because I do that every night.Nymph: Last dream you remember?I was at this really demented version of Disney land. I'll tell y'all the dream later if you'd like, it would make for one hell of a story!Satyr: Last time you couldn’t stop laughing?I was laying with my boyfriend cuddling and I just started laughing and couldn't stop. He's used to this by now.Heracles: Have you ever had a dream come true?Well I used to dream about my crush kissing me and that happened so yeahTheseus: What is your worst regret?Not joining Theatre Freshmen yearPerseus: Have you ever been arrested? NopeCadmus: Have you ever had your heart broken?Yes. I don't really like to talk about it, but I'll just say I had a crush on a good friend who found out.Achilles: Have you ever had to be hospitalized?Yeah, two summers ago I had a bad UTIActaeon: Tell about a memory you wish to forget.My boyfriend having to kiss another girl for the school playBellerophon: Have you ever passed out?Yeah. Right in front of my fsmily. We have a hallway that connects to the kitchen, and one of the walls is this giant closet with sliding doors (and the doors are mirrors). I was walking down the hall to get to the table for dinner (we have dinner together every night) and I passed out in the middle pf the hall and hit my head on the mirror. My dad yelled "WHAT THE FUCK"Agamemnon: What is an achievement you’re proud of?Being in almost all the productions I have auditioned for (with the exception of the first one I ever tried out for)Oedipus: Have you ever been in love?YesJason: Have you ever travelled abroad? Where?Nope. I wishAtlanta: Have you ever stood up for someone else?Every day sweetheartHippolytus: Tell an experience you will never forget.I got to help create an original play with the help of other theatre students my age, act in it, and perform it for not only my family, but my boyfriend's family, and my theatre teacher. And a whole bunch of other people.Trident: Who are your favorite people?My boyfriend Laurens, my parents, and my best friend.Lightning Bolt: What are your top three favorite movies?Grosse Point Blanke, Ant-Man, KingsmanSun Chariot: What is your favorite mythological creature?OOOOOO, I really like Cerberus, Valkyrie, Sirens, and my social life.Lyre: What are your top three favorite songs?Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, Brighter by Patent Pending, Breaking the Habbit by Linkin ParkCaduceus: What is your favorite color?Maroon at the momentAegis: What is your favorite book or series?Either Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Dorothy Must DieScythe: What is your favorite tv show?Teen WolfBident: What is your favorite way to spend free time?Writing, or snuggling my boyfriendHarpe: What are your top 3 favorite places?Home, the Theater, anywhere w/ my boyfriendCornucopia: What is your favorite place to eat?A place called Britos they have some HELLA good friesWinged Sandals: What is your favorite thing to do when you hangout with your friends?Play games, watch videos, or see plays/musicalsGolden Fleece: What is your favorite animal?PenguinOlympus: Describe your dream job.Simple - novelist. Or a baker.Tartarus: What’s a short term goal you hope to achieve?Uh... Finish five chapters for my book before the end of the semester.Underworld: Describe your dream vacation.Disney World with enough money to get a few things for myself and my friends, and where my best friend or my boyfriend (or both!) are with me to enjoy the experience.Styx: How would you like your life to look like in 10 years?Finished my first book, in a healthy relationship, financially stable (one can dream)Athuna: If you could live anywhere in the world for the rest of your life, where would it be?I would live in/close to New York so I can see shows on BroadwaySparta: Do you have a bucket list? If so, what’s on it?Act in a professional musical/play, write a book or two, meet Matt Smith, meet all three broadway Ben's, meet Jeremy Jordan.Elysium: If you could have a superpower, what would it be?ConfidenceOgygia: Describe your dream husband/wife/life partner?Troja: What is the craziest thing you wanna do before you die?Eat a cookie, and then... eat another cookieThe Labyrinth: Have you ever died and came back to life as a vampire? Shit, how'd u know?Delphi: Are you currently doing anything to pursue your dreams?Writing an original story that is not yet titled, but is saved in my google docs as "My parents are Dead", in which I use musical character names as place fillers for my characters so I can name them later.

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autopotion · 7 years ago

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Song ask meme!!: 3, 5, 6, 9, 12, 13, 16, 21, 28, 29

holy shit the gauntlet

3:A song that reminds you of summertime

Think Of You - A Fine Frenzy

5:A song that needs to be played LOUD

lots of songs but the one that ive most recently been listening to and playing loud is Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet - Fall Out Boy

6:A song that makes you want to dance

Animal Love - Charlene Kaye. also every time i hear Dangerous (feat. Joywave) - Big Data i HAVE to bang my head during the chorus

9:A song that makes you happy

Quiet (Live Acoustic) - Lights

12:A song from your preteen years

I Don’t Love You - My Chemical Romance

13:One of your favorite 80’s songs

man i do not listen to a lot of 80s music tbqh?? but i have been listening to Running Up That Hill - Kate Bush a lot recently

16:One of your favorite classical songs

this is literally everyone’s favorite but Clair de Lune - Debussy :P. i just cant not its literally one my favorite songs of all time

21:A favorite song with a person’s name in the title

Samson - Regina Spektor

28:A song by an artist with a voice that you love

i dont listen to artists if i dont like their voices?? but uhh. ok so sara bareilles, lights, and charlene kaye are all already accounted for on this list sooo..... ill do a mree song. Monsters - Mree

29:A song that you remember from your childhood

Iris - Goo Goo Dolls

#thanks!#quiznaibus #wardenofthenorth

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vinylbay777 · 5 years ago

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Seven Rock Artists & Bands Who Have Guest Starred on ‘Sesame Street’

The groundbreaking 50th season of ‘Sesame Street’ is set to premiere this Saturday (11/16) on HBO. On Tuesday, the world got a sneak peak at the first episode when the show posted a clip featuring FooFighters frontman Dave Grohl singing a song called “Here We Go” with Big Bird and Elmo as they traveled around the United States. Other guest stars set to drop by this season include Maren Morris, Charlie Puth, Thomas Rhett and more.

Over its five decades on the air, the iconic children’s program has featured a multitude of guest stars interacting with the Muppets, including a slew of prominent musicians. From legends such as B.B. King, RayCharles, David Bowie and Michael Jackson to today’s hit makers such as Katy Perry, Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran, many a musician has had their moment with these beloved characters. This also includes a handful of rockers and rock bands.

In honor of ‘Sesame Street’s’ 50th anniversary, Vinyl Bay 777, Long Island’s music outlet, is taking a look back at some of the rock artists who have gotten to perform on the show over the years. Whether they performed something new, rewrote their own songs or performed their own music unedited, here are just seven of the rockers who have had the opportunity to play with the ‘Sesame Street’ Muppets.

1. Spin Doctors: In 1993, Spin Doctors were at the height of their career, having two massive hits with “Two Princes” and “Little Miss Can’t Be Wrong.” For their appearance on the show, the band rewrote portions of the former song to soundtrack a segment where Telly and Elmo were fighting over who Zoe should play with.

2. R.E.M.: Following the success of their 1991 album ‘Out Of Time,’ R.E.M. made an appearance on ‘Sesame Street’ with a rearranged version of their second single, “Shiny, Happy People.” The song was re-titled “Happy, Furry Monsters” and was featured in a segment where the band played while all the monster characters acted out different feelings.

3. Dave Matthews: In 2013, Dave Matthews appeared on the show sans band to work through some feelings with Grover. The singer strums through a new song called “I Need A Word” on banjo while the two sing about their “not very good” feelings in an effort to find what’s bugging them.

4. OK Go: Technically, OK Go’s appearance on the show wasn’t interacting with the Muppets. However, the band did write an original song for the show called “Three Primary Colors,” and starred in the accompanying “insert” video, which they filmed in the stop-motion style that helped them go viral five years prior.

5. Paul Simon: Back in 1977, Paul Simon played his hit song “Me And Julio Down By The School Yard” sitting on the iconic ‘Sesame Street’ stoop for the show’s human children (an interesting choice given the song’s subject). Simon returned more than a decade later to appear with Ladysmith Black Mambazo for “The African Alphabet.”

6. Train: Following the release of 2012’s ‘California 37’ and a renewed interest in the band, Train made an appearance on the iconic show. The band reworked their then current single “Drive By” into a counting song called “Five By,” which found the trio, The Count and Elmo wondering how many peaches and chairs they would need.

7. Goo Goo Dolls: Still riding high from the success of 1998’s ‘Dizzy Up The Girl,’ the Goo Goo Dolls were invited to appear on ‘Sesame Street’ in 2000. The band performed a reworked version of their hit “Slide” entitled “Pride,” which they sung to Elmo to celebrate his successes.

Over ‘Sesame Street’s’ 50 year history, the show has played host to hundreds of guest stars, many of which came from the world of rock and other genres of music. Take a look back at some of the rock artists who have reworked their music or written entirely new songs for the show and let us know who some of your favorite past ‘Sesame Street’ guests were.

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