#volt's playlists

[voltrixz]

Drops this onto your palm. Here shocker playlist, he got to me.

Basically a mix of songs that I think fit him through vibes or sometimes lyrics as well as a couple songs I think he'd listen to. and of course HEAVILYYYY influenced by my latino shocker hc because it is real and true to me

[fieryxtemplar]

HIGH VOLTAGE ⚡️

[voltstone]

MY CLEMENTINE | vibes

song playlist (top 13)

im not explaining any of this, no.

i just think it'd be neato if we shared each of our clementine's vibe and see what interpretations we were left with even though we played the same games. 🥺🥺

(primarily listen to slowed songs since they're easier to write to and not as distracting, so i have both versions. the links (youtube) to them are below.)

Carver [ANADEL] | Original Better to Sleep [Jared Emerson-Johnson] | Original Killer [Mareux] | Slowed ; Original

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PERCEPTION [WRXCKMANE] | Slowed ; Original In Essence [Ka$tro] | Slowed ; Original

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Wonderland [Neoni] | Slowed ; Original Canada [Unlike Pluto] | Slowed ; Original Crazy [Gnarls Barkley] | Slowed ; Original

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Back from the Dead [AViVA, Besomorph, Neoni] | Slowed ; Original Downfall [Neoni] | Slowed ; Original

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Dead [Unknown Brain] | Slowed ; Original The Motto [Ava Max, Tiësto] | Slowed ; Original Outlaw [Neoni] | Slowed ; Original

everything marked blue is what i primarily listen to for writing, but whatever. here's some new songs if anything.

[sandybrett]

I'm trying to make WOE.BEGONE character playlists, and ironically I've got an Uncle Tupelo song on there ("So Called Friend", on Hunter's playlist) and a Son Volt song ("Out of the Picture", on Edgar's playlist), but no Wilco so far.

(For those who don't know, Uncle Tupelo basically split into two bands, Son Volt and Wilco, after the two main guys, Jay Farrar and Jeff Tweedy, had a falling out. Wilco is somewhat better known, but I'm a lot more familiar with the other two.)

Anyway, I will try to get some Wilco on there, as well as some Sufjan Stevens and Arctic Monkeys.

[butchhansolo]

<- forgot he could draw his own ocs

[altered-personas]

So because I felt like it, and I've been listening to this song a lot, this is basically the song for when Sovereign is out of control and is fighting against the team, more specifically the final battle when it's down to just Aaron.

The main lyrics fit Sovereign perfectly, especially with her mindset at the time, while the chorus is Aaron holding his ground against her onslaught (though those lyrics don't match up as well)

I also see the ending as, after Makoto says something about him turning his back on her, Aaron just drops his weapon and apologizes, trying one last time to get through to her... which works of course.

I dunno, I just really like this song and thinks it fits the scene PERFECTLY

[omegaplus]

# 4,336

Otis Redding: (“Sittin’ On) The Dock Of The Bay” b/w “Lorene” American Atlantic / Atco label 7″ (1967)

The states gets one of Otis Redding’s quaintest and most identifiable hits in a bold, striking paper-sleeve treatment via Stax’ sub-lable Volt who designate this as a hot hit. No wonder: the triple-platinum hit charted #1 on the Billboard 100, #4 for 1968, and #203 all-time; #1 Hot Rhythm & Blues Singles and #3 on the Cashbox Hot 100.

[damienanddragons]

music for these two disasters

[daringdoombringer]

Spotify is beautifully fulfilling my autistic urge to arbitrarily sort stuff.

[helluvapoison]

Can you do the Vees (Separate) with a S/O who will randomly deep clean the whole house? Like will just get up and deep clean the room? Taking everything out scrubbing everything, etc.

cleanliness is next to holiness

˚✧₊⁎ The Vees ⁎⁺˳✧༚

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

˚✧₊⁎ Valentino ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Bewildered and slightly offended, he didn’t think his room was that messy, he stares at you in confusion the first time you do this

• “Mi corazón, I can… call someone to do this?” He gestures to the items you’re pulling out of his closet

“No, I’m ok.”

Doubt is written all over his face.

“Are you, though?”

“Yup, but thanks for asking.”

• He thinks it’s because he has a nasty little habit of throwing and breaking items when he gets upset. Learning that’s not the reason doesn’t ease his confusion but at least he knows he’s not the problem

• Valentino rushed to lock up his weapons shelf. If you were going to make this a regular occurance, he needed to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt

• …He might need to put some, ahem, toys under lock and key while he’s at it

˚✧₊⁎ Vox ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• With the amount of wires and cords around his flat, Vox panics when he sees you kneeling next to a bucket of soapy water. You’re so fleshy, don’t you know that’s dangerous!?

“I’m wearing rubber gloves,” You counter.

He lifted you high above his head, like that would protect you from the potential blackout it would cause if the bucket spilled

“Oh yeah, that’ll save you from 1,000 volts!”

• Like the other’s, he wishes you’d let him tell someone to do the dirty work. He’d much rather an Imp get fried than you

• Acting like he’s busy with work, Vox hovers around when your tedious cleansing process begins. He actually becomes slightly impressed. You’re methodical and thorough, like a code

• Eventually he learns to back off and let you do your thing. He may not understand why this is your thing, but at least you’re not in danger

• There’s always worse habits you could have

˚✧₊⁎ Velvette ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• No matter how many times she’s walked in on it, Velvette always gapes when she opens the door

• “You’re a fuckin’ freak, doll.” She sighs, turning and leaving so as to not deal with the situation, “Love you though.”

• She doesn’t get why you would clean an already spotless place. She pays people for that, you know!

• As long as you don’t get the bright idea in the middle of her favorite show, or even think of going in her studio, she doesn’t mind the fuss

• Vel makes a playlist for when you’re in a “cleansing mood”, she calls it

• She’ll find a chic outfit that makes it look like she plans on helping, takes a few pictures and then sits in the doorway. She keeps you entertained and updated on what sinners are saying on her posts while you work

~

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ this was so fun to write! the vees would just be so confused lol

[autistic-pink-lemonade]

First time?

Did. Did I just get a whole ass MLP episode as an ad on YouTube

[doctorbitchcrxft]

Faith | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Eventual)

Warnings: mentions of death, canon violence, canon gore, tiptoeing in religious territory

Word Count: 4982

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The Impala’s engine growled as Dean sped up to the house you’d tracked a nasty creature to. It had taken two little kids to its hideout. The only way to kill it was with electric shock.

“What do you got those amped up to?” Sam gestured to the two tasers Dean was holding.

You opted for your pistol since Dean only had two taser guns. 

Dean handed his brother one of the guns. “A hundred thousand volts.”

“Damn,” you commented.

“Yeah, I want this rawhead extra frickin' crispy. And remember, you only get one shot with these things. So make it count.”

The two of you hurried up to the front door and into the home. Dean led you and Sam down to the basement where you knew you’d find the kids.

You heard a noise coming from one of the cupboards in the corner of the basement. You aimed your gun and flashlight at the cupboard. 

Dean mouthed “One, two, three,” at his brother, who threw the cupboard door open.

Inside was a young girl and a younger girl who screamed and covered their ears.

Sam whispered to the kids, “Is it still here?”

They nodded.

“Okay. Grab your sister's hand,” Dean whispered to the boy, “come on, we gotta get you out of here. Let's go, let's go.” Dean was behind you, the children, and Sam as you scrambled out of the basement. A hand grabbed your leg, knocking you to the ground. 

“(Y/N)!” Dean shot his taser, but you knew he’d missed. “Sam, get 'em outta here!”

Sam obeyed, pulling the children out of the basement with him. He threw his taser gun down to his brother. 

“(Y/N), get out of here!” Dean urged you.

“No! Not without you!” 

Dean gave you that strange look again before he was knocked back by the creature. 

“Dean!” you cried, shooting at the creature even though you knew it wouldn’t do anything.

The creature turned its attention to you, but stopped when Dean landed his taser on it. To your horror, you heard the creature and Dean groaning in pain.

“Dean!” you cried again. You rushed from your position on the stairs down to his side. He laid on the floor in a puddle of water, twitching and unconscious. You paid no mind to the water soaking through your clothes and pulled him into your lap. “Dean, please wake up! Please!” You shook him, but nothing was working. Tears streamed down your face. “Sam! Get down here!”

Sam rushed to you, seeing you cradling his brother in your arms. He pulled his brother’s face into his hands, shaking him. “Dean, hey. Hey.”

“Sam, get back,” you ordered, your head on Dean’s chest. You immediately issued CPR to him, trying your best to get his heart started again.

Sam stood to call 911, pacing frantically and running your hands through his hair. “Please! There’s been an accident! Please hurry!” he begged. He gave the operator all the necessary information and went back over to you and Dean.

You continued with the chest compressions and breaths until the EMTs pulled you off Dean. You rode with him in the ambulance and Sam followed you to the hospital in the Impala. Thankfully, the EMTs were able to get his heart started again, but he remained unconscious. They wouldn’t allow you into his room with him when you arrived at the hospital, but you desperately wanted to.

While Sam spoke to the receptionist, you spoke to two officers standing by with notepads.

“Yeah, yeah,” your voice was shaky as you talked. “We were taking a shortcut through the neighborhood when we heard the kids scream and we found ‘em in the basement.

“Well, thank god you did,” the officer told you. 

You saw Dean’s doctor coming out of his room and excused yourself. You hurried to the doctor with Sam.

“Hey, Doc. Is he…” 

The doctor cut Sam off. “He's resting.”

“And?”

“The electrocution triggered a heart attack. Pretty massive, I'm afraid. His heart… it's damaged.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “How damaged?”

The doctor sighed. “We've done all we can. We can try and keep him comfortable at this point. But I'd give him a couple weeks, at most, maybe a month.”

You exhaled shakily.

“No, no. There's, there's...gotta be something you can do, some kind of treatment,” Sam pleaded.

“We can't work miracles. I really am sorry,” the doctor responded.

You brushed past the doctor and down to Dean’s room. You were horrified at the sight of the man before you. He was nothing like the Dean you had grown to care so much about. His face was pale, cheeks sallow, and eyes had dark circles beneath them.

Dean kept his eyes on the television as you and Sam entered. “Have you ever actually watched daytime TV? It's terrible.”

You shook your head and sighed.

“We talked to your doctor,” Sam murmured. 

“That fabric softener teddy bear. Oh, I'm gonna hunt that little bitch down,” Dean snarked.

Sam was getting more and more choked up by the second. “Dean.”

He finally looked up. He sounded resigned and clicked the television off. “Yeah. Alright, well, looks like you're gonna leave town without me.”

You were immediately defensive. “We’re not leaving you here.”

“Hey, you better take care of that car. I’m serious, don’t let (Y/N) drive it,” Dean told his brother. “Or, I swear, I'll haunt your ass.”

“I don't think that's funny.” You shook your head.

“Oh, come on, it's a little funny.”

There was a long silence before Dean spoke again. “Look, guys, what can I say, man, it's a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. That's it, end of story.”

“Don't talk like that, alright? We still have options,” Sam said.

“What options? Yeah, burial or cremation. And I know it's not easy. But I'm gonna die. And you can't stop it.”

“Watch me,” Sam protested.

***

Between hours spent with Dean in his hospital room, you and Sam poured through pages of contacts in John’s journal searching for anyone that could help you. So far; nothing. Three days of searching and... nothing. While Sam called his dad, you took the opportunity to get some air. You bit back tears for as long as you could, but you couldn’t keep them at bay. You sat on the curb near the Impala, curling your knees into your chest. Sobs wracked your body. You tried to compose yourself but couldn’t. 

“(Y/N)?”

Wait, that sounded like— “Dean?” you sniffed. “What the hell are you doing here?” You quickly stood and went to help him walk. 

He gently shrugged you off him. “I checked myself out.”

“What, are you crazy?” you questioned, face still damp from crying and eyes still bloodshot. You slowly led Dean, who was having an incredibly difficult time walking, into the motel. 

“Well, I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot,” he shrugged.

“Let me help you, please, Dee?” you begged him. He was leaning on everything he possibly could as he passed it.

“No, (Y/N), I’m fine.”

“You know, this whole I-laugh-in-the-face-of-death thing? It's crap. I can see right through it,” you responded.

“Yeah, whatever. Have you even slept? You look worse than me,” he joked.

You shook your head and led him into yours and Sam’s motel room. The younger brother jerked up from his spot, surprised to see his brother.

“What the—”

“He checked himself out,” you told him. You turned back to Dean. “We've been scouring the Internet for the last three days. Calling every contact in John’s journal.”

“For what?” Dean questioned.

Sam finished for you. “For a way to help you. One of Dad's friends, Joshua, he called me back. Told me about a guy in Nebraska. A specialist.”

“You guys ‘re not gonna let me die in peace, huh?” 

Sam shook his head. “I’m not gonna let you die, period. We’re going.”

***

Sam drove you and his brother up a gravel road to a large, white circus tent labeled with the sign “The Church of Roy LeGrange. Faith Healer. Witness The Miracle.”

You and Sam both went to help Dean out of the car, but he angrily shoved you both off. He turned to the two of you. “You guys are lying bastards. Thought you said we were going to see a doctor.”

“I believe he said specialist,” you answered for Sam. 

Sam sighed. “Look, Dean, this guy's supposed to be the real deal.”

“I can't believe you brought me here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent.”

An elderly woman passed with an umbrella. “Reverend LeGrange is a great man.”

Dean grumbled back, “Yeah, that's nice.”

A man was arguing with a cop a short distance away about his right to protest.

“I take it he's not part of the flock,” Dean commented as the cops took the man away.

“When people see something they can't explain, there's controversy,” Sam shrugged.

“I mean, come on, Sam, a faith healer?”

“Maybe it's time to have a little faith, Dean.”

“You know what I've got faith in? Reality. Knowing what's really going on.”

“How can you be a skeptic? With the things we see everyday?”

“Exactly. We see them, we know they're real.”

“But if you know evil's out there, how can you not believe good's out there, too?”

“Because I've seen what evil does to good people.”

A young woman broke into the boys’ argument. “Maybe god works in mysterious ways.”

Never losing his playboy pluck, Dean responded, “Maybe he does. I think you just turned me around on the subject.” He was clearly checking her out.

The woman wasn���t falling for it. “Yeah, I'm sure.”

He held out his hand. “I'm Dean. This is Sam and (Y/N).”

She shook his outstretched palm. “Layla. So, if you're not a believer, then why are you here?”

“Well, apparently these two believe enough for all three of us.” He gestured between you and Sam.

Another older woman approached Layla and put her arm around her. “Come on, Layla. It's about to start.” She guided who you assumed was her daughter into the tent.

Dean checked out Layla’s ass as she left. “Well, I bet you she can work in some mysterious ways.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled. You could feel Dean’s eyes boring into you as you walked into the tent. 

Dean made a few remarks as Sam led your trio up to the front of the rows of chairs. Thankfully, there were three seats open two rows from the front. 

“Oh, come on, Sam,” Dean growled. “This is ridiculous. I'm good, dude, get off me.”

You and Sam let Dean take the aisle seat while a blind, old man wearing sunglasses took the stage. A woman in a stuffy skirt and sweater helped him walk to the lectern.

“Each morning, my wife, Sue Ann, reads me the news. Never seems good, does it?” The crowd agreed with the man and he continued to speak. “Seems like there's always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act. But, I say to you, god is watching. God rewards the good, and he punishes the corrupt. It is the lord who does the healing here, friends. The lord who guides me in choosing who to heal by helping me see into people's hearts.”

The crowd got more and more amped up with each word out of the man’s mouth.

“Yeah, and into their wallets,” Dean muttered to you.

The man stopped his sermon. “You think so, young man?”

The crowd immediately fell silent.

“Sorry,” Dean responded. You could tell he was embarrassed.

“No, no. Don't be. Just watch what you say around a blind man, we've got real sharp ears.” The man grinned, looking in no particular direction.

The crowd laughed.

“What's your name, son?”

Dean cleared his throat and introduced himself.

Roy LeGrange nodded. “Dean. I want— I want you to come up here with me.”

The crowd clapped in jubilant uproar, but Dean shook his head. “No, it's okay.”

You whispered harshly to him, “What are you doing?!”

Roy sounded confused. “You've come here to be healed, haven't cha?”

Dean hesitated again. “Well, yeah, but ahh... maybe you should just pick someone else.”

You looked at Dean like he was crazy, furious.

“Oh, no. I didn't pick you, Dean, the lord did,” Roy laughed.

The crowd got more excited. “That's right! Yeah! Come on!” several audience members cheered.

Sam leaned over you to his brother. “Get up there!”

Dean reluctantly moved toward the stage. The woman in the buttoned sweater on stage with Roy, Sue Ann, moved to assist him. 

“You ready?” Roy asked.

Dean sighed. “Look, no disrespect, but ahh, I'm not exactly a believer.”

The old man smiled. “You will be, son. You will be. Pray with me, friends.”

The crowd lifted their arms and joined hands all around you. Your mother was Catholic; there was never this much joy at any of the services she’d forced you to sit through. It was kind of impressive, if you were honest. 

Dean’s eyes began to glaze over when Roy placed a hand on the side of his head. You and Sam shot up out of your chairs. Roy’s hand remained on the older brother’s head as he sank to the floor, gasping for breath. You sprinted to the stage when Dean fell. 

You grabbed the front of Dean’s hoodie. His eyes burst open and he gasped. “Say something!” you urged him.

He blinked groggily and looked up at Roy. He seemed scared; not of Roy, but of whatever was right next to Roy. You pulled him off the stage, thanking Roy, and left the tent when the service was dismissed.

***

You and Sam brought Dean to a nearby hospital the next day. He’d said he felt fine, but you and his brother just wanted to make sure.

“So, you really feel okay?” Sam asked him. You and Sam stood by Dean who sat on an exam table in the doctor’s office.

“I feel fine, Sam.” Dean’s heart wasn’t there when he spoke.

A pretty doctor with curly hair entered the room. She looked over her paperwork before addressing you and the boys. “Well, according to all your tests there's nothing wrong with your heart. No sign there ever was. Not that a man your age should be having heart trouble, but, still it's strange it does happen.”

“What do you mean, strange?” Dean asked.

“Well, just yesterday, a young guy like you, twenty-seven, athletic. Out of nowhere, heart attack.” 

Dean nodded absently. “Thanks, Doc.” 

The woman left the room. 

“That's odd,” Dean said pointedly.

Sam was defensive. “Maybe it's a coincidence. People's hearts give out all the time, man.”

The older brother sighed. “No, they don't.”

“Dean, why can’t we just be grateful the guy saved your life and move on?” you questioned.

“Because I can't shake this feeling, that's why.” Dean refused to meet your eyes.

“What feeling?”

“When I was healed, I just... I felt wrong. I felt cold. And for a second, I saw someone. This, uh, this old man. And I'm telling you, (Y/N), it was a spirit.”

“But if there was something there, Dean, I think either of us would’ve seen it,” you insisted. “Boy Wonder over here’s been seeing an awful lot lately.”

“Exactly,” Sam affirmed. 

“Well, excuse me, but you're just gonna need a little faith on this one. Guys, I've been hunting long enough to trust a feeling like this.”

Sam sighed. “Yeah, alright. So, what do you wanna do?”

“I want you two to go check out the heart attack guy. I'm gonna visit the reverend.”

You and Sam obeyed. You followed the trail to the gym he used to work out at. A man who had been acquaintances with him spoke to you. “I'm telling you, he seemed healthy. Swam every day, didn't smoke. So, a heart attack just kind of seemed, well, bizarre.”

“And you said he was running, right before he collapsed?” you asked him.

“Yeah, yeah, he was freaking out,” the employee responded. “He said that something was, uh, was after him.”

“Did he say what?” Sam questioned.

“Well, thin air is what. I mean, it wasn't anything.”

You noticed a clock on the wall wasn’t working as you turned to leave. “Hey, buddy? Your clock's busted.”

The employee sighed. “Oh, yeah, we, uh, can't get it workin'. Just froze at 4:17.”

“Is that the same time Marshall died?” Sam asked.

The man was stunned. “How'd you know?”

***

You and Sam were hanging out in the boys’ motel room. You brushed a hand through your hair. “This isn’t our fault, right?” You were pacing. “We had no way of knowing.”

Sam was sitting on his bed, clacking away at his laptop. “(Y/N)—”

“No, Sam! Dean’s gonna be pissed! And he’s gonna hate himself even more because he’s Dean and of course he will. Obviously, I’m thrilled that he’s better, I just—”

The man in question came through the door at that second. He threw his eyes on the bed across from Sam’s and began taking his jacket off. “What'd you find out?” Dean could tell from your pacing that something was wrong.

You quietly said, “I'm sorry.”

He approached you. “Sorry about what?’

“Marshall Hall died at 4:17,” Sam continued.

“The exact time you were healed,” you murmured.

“Yeah. So, I put together a list of everyone Roy's healed, six people over the past year, and I cross-checked them with the local obits. Every time someone was healed, someone else died. And each time, the victim died of the same symptom LeGrange was healing at the time,” Sam explained. 

“Someone's healed of cancer, someone else dies of cancer?” Dean questioned.

Sam shook his head. “Somehow. LeGrange, he’s trading a life for another.”

“Wait, wait, wait. So, Marshall Hall died to save me?” Dean’s voice became angry.

The younger brother’s puppy eyes were back. “Dean, the guy probably would've died anyway. And someone else would've been healed.”

“You never should've brought me here,” Dean said gruffly.

Guilt clawed at your throat. "Dean, we were just trying to help.”

"But, (Y/N), some guy’s dead now because of me!”

“We didn't know,” Sam protested. “The thing I don't understand is how is Roy doing it? How's he trading a life for a life?”

Dean seemed to realize something. “Oh, he's not doing it. Something else is doing it for him.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“The old man I saw on stage. I didn't wanna believe it, but deep down I knew.” Dean leaned on the back of a chair in the corner of the room.

“You knew what? What are you talking about?” Sam inquired.

“There's only one thing that can give and take life like that. We're dealing with a reaper,” Dean finished. 

You scrubbed a hand over your face and sank down at the desk in the room. “You really think it's the Grim Reaper? Like, angel of death, collect your soul, the whole deal?” 

Dean sat at the table across from you. “No, no, no, not the reaper, a reaper. There's reaper lore in pretty much every culture on earth. It goes by a hundred different names. It's possible that there's more than one of them.”

“But you said you saw a dude in a suit,” Sam deadpanned.

“What, you think he shoulda been working the whole black robe thing? You said it yourself that the clock stopped right? Reapers stop time. And you can only see 'em when they're coming at you which is why I could see it and you couldn't.”

“Maybe.”

“There's nothing else it could be Sam. The question is how is Roy controlling the damn thing?”

“That cross,” Sam realized.

“What cross?” you asked, turning to him. 

“There was this cross. I noticed it in the church and I knew I had seen it before.” He rifled through some papers and snorts. He held a card up to you and Dean. 

You took it from him. “A Tarot?”

“It makes sense. A tarot dates back to the early christian era right, when some priests were still using magic? And a few of them veered into the dark stuff? Necromancy and how to push death away, how to cause it?” 

“So Roy's using black magic to bind the reaper?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“If he is, he's riding the whirlwind. It's like putting a dog leash on a great white,” Sam quipped.

Dean rose to put a cup in the sink. “Okay, then, we stop Roy.”

“How?” You turned to him.

“You know how,” Dean answered.

You scoffed. “We’re not gonna kill Roy.”

“Sweetheart, the guy’s playing god; he's deciding who lives and who dies. That's a monster in my book.”

Sam argued back, “No. We're not going to kill a human being Dean. We do that, we're no better than he is.”

“Ok, we cant kill Roy, we can't kill death. Any bright ideas, college boy?”

“Ok. uh, If Roy's using some kind of black spell on the reaper, we gotta… figure out what it is. And how to break it,” Sam elaborated. 

“Back to church it is, then,” you said, and the boys followed you out to the Impala.

***

“If Roy's using a spell, there might be a spell book,” Sam suggested. The three of you had arrived at the church just before the service began. 

“See if you can find it.” Dean looked at his watch. “Hurry up, too, the service starts in fifteen minutes. I'll try to stall Roy.”

The man who had been arguing with the cop days before was back out front the church again, handing out pamphlets. “Roy LeGrange is a fraud,” the man preached. “He's no healer.”

Dean took a pamphlet. “Amen, brother.”

“You keep up the good work,” Sam told him.

You giggled at the brothers’ antics.

“Thank you,” the man grinned. 

You and Sam searched the house after Roy and SueAnn had left it in preparation for the service. Sam led you through a window into the house. You scanned the bookshelf; pulling the only book that didn’t have dust on it.

“Sam, look,” you said. He came over to you, and flipped through the book. Realizing there was nothing of value in it, he went to put it back. You stopped him. “Wait, what’s that?”

Sam pulled the book from behind the one you had pulled out. Inside it, you found a picture of the wooden cross Sam had seen in the tent. He also found multiple news clippings stashed inside; each a victim of Roy’s life-swapping. The one who had died for Dean was an openly gay teacher. Another in front of it was an abortion rights advocate, and the most recent page was of the man handing out leaflets in front of the tent.

“Oh, that poor guy,” you said, biting your lip. “C’mon.”

Once you were out of the house, you called Dean. “Whatcha got?” he asked you.

“Roy's choosing victims he sees as immoral. And I think I know who's next on his list. Remember that protestor?” you said.

“What, the guy in the parking lot?” Dean whispered.

“Yeah. Yeah, we'll find him. But you can't let Roy heal anyone, alright?”

Dean hung up, and you and Sam set off to find the man. Suddenly, a screeching voice caught your attention. You watched as the protester dashed between cars. “Help! Help! Help me, please!”

You ran over to him. “Where is he?” 

The man grabbed your shoulder. “Right there!”

Obviously, you could see nothing. You grabbed his arm and pulled him away. “Sam!”

“Here!” 

And suddenly, everyone in the tent flooded out. You, Sam, and David Wright stopped running. 

“David, I think it's ok,” Sam said, pressing his phone to his ear. 

David’s eyes widened, and panic overtook him once more. “No!”

“Dean it didn't work. The reaper's still coming!” Sam told his brother through the phone. “I'm telling you, I'm telling you it didn't work. Roy must not be the one controlling this thing.”

Wright began to sink to the ground. You stood by, horrified and helpless. And then, Wright gasped for breath again. He was fine and the reaper had seemingly backed off.

“It’s Sue Ann,” Sam told you.

“Bitch,” you muttered.

At that moment, Dean was escorted out of the tent by two police officers. They told him something about instilling the fear of God in him if the ever saw him again. From a distance away, you could hear Roy saying he would heal Layla in a private service later that night. 

***

You returned to the boys’ motel room to hatch a plan for disrupting that private service. 

“So Roy really believes.” Sam shook his head in dismay.

“I don't think he has any idea what his wife's doing,” Dean added.

“Well, we found this.” You handed Dean the little book. “Hidden in their library. It's ancient. Written by a priest who went dark side. There's a binding spell in here for trapping a reaper.”

“Must be a hell of a spell,” the older brother responded.

Sam nodded. “Yeah. You gotta build a black alter with seriously dark stuff. Bones, human blood. To cross a line like that; a preacher's wife. Black magic. Murder. Evil.” 

“Desperate,” Dean continued. “Her husband was dying, she didn't have anything to save him. She was using the binding spell to keep the reaper away from Roy.”

“Cheating death, literally,” Sam snorted.

“Yeah but Roy's alive, so why is she still using the spell?”

“Right. To force the reaper to kill people she thinks are immoral.”

“May god save us from half the people who think they're doing god's work.”

“We gotta break that binding spell, guys,” you said. 

Dean stared at the picture of the cross in the book. “You know Sue Ann had a coptic cross like this. When she dropped it, the reaper backed off.”

“So you think we gotta find the cross or destroy the altar?” Sam questioned.

“Maybe both,” you suggested. “Whatever we do we gotta do it soon, or he's healing Layla tonight.”

Dean sighed and shook his head.

“What?” you asked. 

“She just doesn’t deserve this, is all.”

“I know, Dee, I feel horrible for her. But we have to.”

Later that night, you and the boys arrived at the LeGrange house. 

“That's Layla's car. She's already here.” Sam pointed.

Dean nodded sadly. “You know if Roy woulda picked Layla instead of me she'd be here right now. And if she's not healed tonight she's gonna die in a coupla months.”

“What’s happening to her is horrible. But, what?” you said. “You’re gonna let somebody else die to save her? You said it yourself. You can’t play god.”

Dean didn’t answer. He just got out of the car, and you followed him. You could see Layla on stage with Roy, a small crowd of people around them. 

“Where's Sue Ann?” you wondered aloud.

“House,” Sam nodded in its direction.

“Go find Sue Ann, (Y/N) and I'll catch up.”

“We will?”

“It’ll be harder for them to catch two of us. C’mon,” Dean urged. He yelled at the cops coming down the stairs to the house. “You gonna put that fear of god in me?”

They dropped their coffee cups and began to follow Dean. You jumped out from behind the bush and called at the cops, too. “How ‘bout me, fellas? Come and get it!” The two cops hesitated, but one of them followed Dean and the other followed you. 

You and Dean met up behind a camper van. Dean shot you a look that said, ‘We were supposed to split up.’

“You see ‘em?” One cop asked the other.

“Nah,” came the response.

You and Dean slowly stood up to the passenger window of the camper and took in your surroundings. A dog in the van began barking wildly. You shot a look at Dean with wide eyes, and the two of you scrambled up to the roof of the van. 

The cops pounded their feet all the way back to the van, cursing at the dog for falsely tipping them off. The cops headed off to the woods behind the tent. You and Dean climbed down and started toward the tent. Suddenly, the lights leading up to the tent began to go out. Dean stopped, slowly turning to face the flickering lights. He turned back to you and flinched back, falling to the ground and scrambling backward.

“What?” you called. “Where is it?”

“Right behind you!” he answered. His eyes began to roll back in his head as he convulsed on the ground. 

“Dean, no!” you cried. “I can't lose you!” you held the back of his head and placed your hand on his chest. As soon as it started, it stopped. Dean fell back in your arms, gasping. 

“You good?” you asked him.

He panted, nodding. 

You helped him to his feet, and the two of you met Sam at the Impala. 

“You okay?” Sam asked his brother.

Dean shook his head. “Hell of a week.”

“Yeah.” Sam trailed off. “Alright, come on. We should get going.”

The three of you got in the car and returned to your motel. 

***

“What did you mean by ‘I can’t lose you’?” Dean asked you.

Sam took the opportunity to flee the scene, heading into the motel and leaving you and Dean on the curb.

“Just that,” you told him. You looked into those gorgeous green eyes you were beginning to have complicated feelings for. “You and Sam are my only two friends. Of course, you’re important to me.”

He chuckled and gave you a lopsided smile. “We’re friends now?”

“Of course. It’s hard to hate you, unfortunately.” You smiled warmly. “Goodnight, Dee.”

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[ipusheveryoneaway]

La nostra canzone è ancora nella mia playlist.

A volte la ascolto, altre la salto.

A volte fa male, altre non tanto.

Isabel Celima

[ierobots]

This is the entire My Chem Discography

I’m deleting my old song master posts in favour of putting them all into one: here’s all My Chem and solo project songs that aren’t on Spotify, some that are but you may not know are MCR, with links to everything except lost media and scrapped songs. PS: I may update to add James Dewees and Jarrod Alexander

My Chemical Romance

All Not On Spotify (Playlist) My Name Is Jonas (Live Feature) Live Covers (Playlist) Nine Volt Heart (Lyrics Only)

Documentary: Punk’s Not Dead

No Links/Scrapped Titles & Songs: Number of the Beast, American Idiot (Live Covers) Stabbing, Wish You Away (Sorrows and Drowning Lesson scrapped titles??) First Chance, Still Alive, Teenage Girl, Pretty, Monster Jam (+ over 30 scrapped DD and CW songs/titles) Dark Cloud, Witch, Wake Up (no longer online)

Frank Iero

Cameo: Punk Rock Holocaust (with Ray Toro) Addiction: A 60s Love Story (with James Dewees)

Bloodnun: Self Titled (full demo) Beneath the Unholy (full side of split) Straying Further From God’s Light (feature)

Sector 12 (aka Steve Weil aka Hybrid): New Demo (full demo)

Death Spells: Sunday Came Undone (unreleased song) Demos (full album)

Leathermouth: Myself (bonus track) What’s A Pulse Got To Do With It? (Bodysnatchers demo) Murder Was The Case (demo)

The Lovecats: Performance Playlist (live band only)

Pencey Prep: …trying to escape the inevitable (full demo EP) Last Rites (short clip) All Otherwise Unreleased/Not On HIS (Playlist: 6 songs) (Cotton Candy is not a Pencey Prep song)

Reggie and the Full Effect: No Country For Old Musicians (Full Album - Ray Toro on lead guitar, Frank on bass, vocals on tracks 8 & 13)

Solo: All Not On Spotify (Playlist) Live Covers (Playlist)

Features: All Vocal Features (Playlist) All Guitar Features (Playlist) All Live Features (Playlist) All Music Video Features (Playlist)

Can’t Find Links: Live at BBC Maida Vale (EP), 2022 (L.S. Dunes Demo) Little Boxes, On The Road Again, True Love, Can’t Hardly Wait (Live Covers)

Gerard Way

The Mo-Fo’s: Demos (Playlist)

Solo: Soundcloud Releases (Playlist) All Not On Spotify (Playlist)

Features: Vocal Features (Playlist) Live Features (Playlist) I’m A UFO In This City (Album Producer) Sleep When I’m Dead (Song Remix)

Ray Toro

Prev. Mentioned: Punk Rock Holocaust 2, No Country For Old Musicians

The Rodneys (Band with Matt Pelissier): Soccertown USA (full album playlist)

Aurelio Voltaire: Raised By Bats (full album)

Mikey Way

Waterparks: Cluster (full EP)

Features: Makeshift Love (music video) We Don’t Have to Dance (bass) Louder Than Your Love (bass)

Matt Pelissier

Prev. Mentioned: Soccertown USA

Revenir: Exiled From Bear County (full album) All Demos (Playlist)

[marquise-justine-de-sade]

I finlandesi hanno distillato l’essenza del relax e l’hanno trasformata in una parola unica: kalsarikännit. Non è solo un termine, ma un’arte di vivere. È quell’esperienza semplice e perfetta di starsene a casa con indumenti morbidi, con un drink in mano e nessuna intenzione di mettere piede fuori.

Ma attenzione: kalsarikännit non è pigrizia. È una celebrazione consapevole del piacere di stare con se stessi, un antidoto alla frenesia del mondo moderno. È il momento in cui il divano diventa il trono più regale, la tuta il capo più sofisticato e la solitudine una scelta di puro benessere. Forse si legge un libro, si guarda la propria serie preferita o semplicemente ci si lascia trasportare dalle note di una playlist che ci fa sentire a casa.

Questa tradizione finlandese ci insegna che non serve fare grandi cose per sentirsi bene: a volte, basta concedersi il lusso della semplicità. È un inno al rallentare, al ritrovare il proprio equilibrio in un mondo che ci vuole sempre in movimento. Non c’è nulla di più autentico e rigenerante.

La capanna del Sile

[misandric4]

e penso a lui anche adesso che scorro il suo profilo ig e ascolto la playlist che gli fatto e ripenso a lui che mi dice che sono bella una due cento volte e mi guarda con gli occhi castano chiaro mentre la luce filtra dalla finestra di camera mia e gli bacio le mani mentre parla e a me si stringe il cuore