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hi it’s me again! i finished the kennedy book half an hour ago and i am still reeling.
you weren’t kidding about the last chapters. like the farewell party is a bittersweet anecdote, but then the epilogue is just absolutely crushing. what a brutal note to end on. the true endpoint is the paragraph in the acknowledgements where he thanks his coauthor for freeing him from the emotional prison he was in. phrase practically verbatim. like oh my god.
that thing you said about what’s not said really did nail the sort of very careful sidestepping of….giving his opinions, maybe? there is just a very deliberate sort of distance with which he describes any events, and so you really notice the barest hints of something more. (more than anyone can ever know, mr. hill? care to elaborate??? it’s the implication that they kept many secrets together and also his enduring loyalty to her that keeps us from learning hardly any of them.) i was reminded of the perception of the kennedys as american royalty because he really talks about her like she was a queen. jackie kennedy through his lens is beautiful and gracious and willful and truly given the royal treatment.
speaking of the royalty metaphor, aristotle onassis is two steps from being a mustache-twirling villain hoping that our brave knight clint hill dies a watery death under a yacht??? unprompted??? like, man. come on. honestly there’s a fascinating emotional thread in here about how he can only fully express feelings of protectiveness when they’re expressed by the president first.
anyway. this is a long ask. sorry. i feel like i should have something profound to say about the assassination chapters because of how significant the event is in history but i don’t yet. i probably sound unhinged but man. this was real life and this is how he chose to tell this story. what even was that.
THANK YOU.
re: last chapters: i want to look into what happened between him and his coauthor (they're married now!) but i haven't yet. i'm still feeling my feelings about the whole thing. can you imagine not reading the acknowledgements?? the acknowledgements that provide the only ounce of comfort amid the hurt of the last third of the book??
re: "MORE THAN ANYONE CAN EVER KNOW": i purposefully haven't shared that quote because divorced from its context you don't get the impact. to me that says he either totally had a thing with her but won't talk about it because he's an honorable man, in the same way he won't offer any kind of "no yeah the warren report was bullshit and the shots came from two different directions" confirmation, or he wants us to *think* something happened even if it didn't. i mean it's not like it was a secret that JFK and Jackie had affairs with other people. a great many of those people have written memoirs specifically about boning one or more of the Kennedys. so many in fact that it's basically a subgenre.
also there's some irony in the way he depicts Jackie. she didn't like to be written about. at all. ever. and there's more than one instance where he's, you know, an 80 year old man being a bit patronizing (in an otherwise very sensitively and thoughtfully written book), with all the mentions of mischief and little-girlishness. and so i keep thinking about how Jackie would have felt about this particular depiction, which despite the glossy nostalgia over the whole thing and I Love Lucy-esque antics, is a pretty nuanced depiction, at least compared to others i've read. he manages to revere her, nearly worship her, but still portray her vices, not as faults but as even more reasons he loved her. i don't know, man. it just feels weird to stumble upon a true story of what i thought were fictional feelings.
re: "he can only fully express feelings of protectiveness when they’re expressed by the president first": HOLY SHIT YOU'RE RIGHT. i'm still thinking about that scene where he takes the film out of that photographer's camera and JFK is just like, "ummm we can't make it seem like we're denying the press access to us, so we're gonna have to blame you," which prompted Hill to question his professional loyalty to the president against his personal loyalty to Jackie, and also it made me think, what would happen if he had to shoot someone? would he get blamed for that too? was he really only there as a human shield, able to protect but not truly defend?
re: "what even was that": WHAT EVEN WAS THAT.
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Happy End of July, my friends! What have y’all been reading this month? I read 15 books this month, bringing my yearly total to 100 BOOKS!! Can you believe it?!
Anyway, here’s the list of books I read this month, with my Top 3 Starred.
• Riders of Fire and Ice by Brett Salter
• The Tiger Rising by Kate DiCamillo
• Jack in the Green by Charles de Lint
• One Foot in the Green by Brett Manning
• Icefire by Chris d’Lacey
• Tell Me a Dragon by Jackie Morris
• Something About a Bear by Jackie Morris
• Wake: The Hidden History of Women-Led Slave Revolts by Rebecca Hall and Hugo Martínez ⭐️
• Queen of the Sky by Jackie Morris
• The Super Secret Monster Experiment by Tian En
• 100 Mighty Dragons All Named Broccoli by David LaRochelle and Lian Cho
• The Horned God: Weird Tales of the Great God Pan edited by Michael Wheatley ⭐️
• M is for Monster by Talia Dutton ⭐️
• The Tale of Benjamin Bunny by Beatrix Potter
• The Tale of the Flopsy Bunnies by Beatrix Potter
Did you enjoy your books this month?
#godzilla reads#reading wrap up#books read in July#books read in 2023#books read in July 2023#reading#booklr#bookworm#bookish#book blog#booklover
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The events of Immortal Hulk depict a timeloop in which a desperate message from the end of all things reaches Sam and he takes that message to enact the events we see unfold, preventing the destruction of all.
Where do you feel Sam, who wanted to bring about this calamity, went wrong and ended up preventing the One Below All from claiming Banner?
Hah, that's a good question. I hope we'll now more about this, how did it reach Sam, of all the universe and time and people and infinite possibilities ? Is it because he was the only one who could prevent it or was it an accident ? Did he, somehow, was smart enough to intercept it himself ? Why did he want to bring a future where he's dead too considering the One Below All is the last entity remaining ? Did he even fail ? We don't know, the future he witnessed is so far away, TOBA/TOAA is still here so it can still happen, Immortal Hulk's ending is an open door (pun intended), it's not an ending and it left our characters with choices, all of them. Bruce is still wondering if he's going on the right path, Sam is no longer the Leader, they both can still pick a different path and it's up to other writers to write that and with all the references to Tamuz and Green Doors we get in Phillip Kennedy Johnson's run I really don't think the Green Door story is over, so far we can't really tell if that calamity was really prevented imo.
As for what Sam did wrong, as always his own arrogance, I guess he was bold enough to think he could trick TOBA itself and kinda become it and get its power, as he called himself a God (of hate) which TOBA is. And he did become that but not as intended, he was the puppet and not the puppeteer, TOBA's mask, possessed like a simple tool. Sam is connected to Bruce, they share a destiny and it seems TOBA needs both of them, something Sam failed to see 'cause he thought Bruce was the one and only missing link for the gamma flow or whatever when it was apparently him. They both have a part to play in this future and if anything so far Sam totally served TOBA's goal. After all Sam could manipulate the Green Door way easier than Brian and I don't think it's because he's smarter, Sam was always able to possess Gamma irradiated (Omnibus) and always able to create connexion with them (Rick, Bruce), he just never realized he could, it was an "accident" each time, even if when he reached Bruce he says that "somehow, through some door" (so Bruce's door) he was able to reach him. Sam always had access to it (and he's not the only one, I don't know if you ever read Al Ewing's first Defender run with Red Harpy but you should). Same for the shapeshifting, Sam had a shit tons of transformations already and being able to shapeshift is just the natural evolution of his manipulative power and liar personality so to me everything he got through TOBA's power is just a better advanced controle over his own, not a new one. Sam is about hate and so is TOBA, Sam is a connexion, he's not the host it was planning to keep but the connexion between gamma and irradiated it needed to reach Bruce. Or at least that's how I see it. Just like how Jackie is the eyes and can see the truth (I'll develop that one day, the link between truth and gamma), Bruce the strength and destruction etc etc to me the main irradiated all have a specific role to play, kinda like a chest game. As such I would say Bruce is the King, the one needed piece, Sam the Queen, the one that can make every moves and will kinda create the path y'know (I should draw them all as chest pieces now that I think of it...), you get my point. And ironically through his own over confidence he understimated himself and his role in this calamity, leading (lol) him to his own demise.
Anyway, feel free to ask more about the lore even if it's unrelated to art ! It makes me very happy to talk about that and feel free to agree or disagree, my answer is mostly interpretation, as I said Immortal Hulk ending is an open door and it left us free to have our own interpretation and that's something I really love about this story, while it gives us a real story with a beginning and an ending, we are free to have our own vision. Hulk forgiving Sam was a perfect exemple of this with Savage being for forgivness, Jackie being against it and refusing to forgive him and Joe being like "heh idk I guess that depends on what he'll do next" so you could relate to yes, no, maybe. And I think having a story ending with such endless possibilities is great so I really don't mind earing your own version of it, you or anyone else. That's why when I commission an artist to draw Sam I let them free, I don't want them to draw MY interpretation, I want them to draw THEIRS, I love sharing headcanon and theories with people. In fact the way I see Sam (and Hulk's lore) changed so much through people's own interpretation, it's truly fascinating and it's what a fandom should be about, sharing. Oh it doesn't mean you have to agree and adopt these headcanons, far from it, but other people's headcanons won't prevent you from having your own different ones and listening to others can bring very good point you didn't necessarly think about. As much as I love Sam and as much as I know everything about him, comics lore is way too inconsistant to have only one truth and one vision about a character.
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YO YOU GOT ANY COOL WOMAN'S HISTORY FACTS ALSO HISTORY IS POG LIKE I GOT A LECTURE WORTH OF STUFF ABOUT JAMES CAGNEY
Oh my god SO MANY! Where do I even start!! Here is a quick and short rundown of some of my favorite womens history facts:
Women in the military during ww1 and ww2 is one of my favorite subjects. Let's talk about that for a second:
Women served in every branch of the U.S. military throughout both world war 1 and world war 2
Did you know women served in the US Army and as such were stationed in every front of the war during WWII?
Female switchboard operators served in the trenches of France during ww1.
The most feared bombers in ww2 were Russian women flying wooden planes and physically throwing the bombs out
Women were the ones to help break enemy codes
Women helped planned D-Day
Russian snipers were fierce badasses.
We have computers thanks to women. Ada Lovelace, Grace Hopper, Hedy Lamar, etc.
DNA's double helix form was discovered by a woman. Rosalind Franklin.
Women got us to space by performing complex mathematical calculations by hand during launches.
Science Fiction was started by a woman. Mary Shelley.
One of the most fearsome pirates ever was a woman. Ching Shih. She was undefeated and was one of the few pirates who retired.
Hypatia was the last last librarian of the Library of Alexandria and is said to be the first female mathematician
The first female historian was Anna Comnena of the Byzantine empire
Sybil Ludington was a 16 year old girl who joined the famous "Midnight Riders" and rode from Putnam County, New York to Danbury, Connecticut to warn of advancing British troops.
Hatshepsut is the the fifth pharaoh of the Eighteenth Dynasty of Egypt. She was the second historically confirmed female pharaoh, after Sobekneferu
Deborah Sampson was a woman who served in the army during the American Revolution. She disguised herself as a man and served admirably
We wouldn't have airplanes without Katherine Wright who made sure her brothers had everything they needed. She ran their family shop, booked speaking engagements for them, was basically their marketing director and made sure these two idiots didn't die from starvation.
Agent 355 was a female spy in the Culper Ring during the American Revolution.
Virne “Jackie” Mitchell, a pitcher, was the first woman in professional baseball. During an exhibition game, she struck out both Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig.
The first novel. As in the very first novel. Written by a woman. Murasaki Shikibu who wrote the Tale of Genji in 1000 AD
The earliest recorded female physician was Merit Ptah, a doctor in ancient Egypt who lived around 2700 B.C. Many historians believe she may be the first woman recorded by name in the history of all of the sciences, making her achievement all the more impressive
Victoria Woodhull ran for president in 1872.
Julie d’Aubigny was a French bisexual opera-singing sword fighter from 17th-century France. A total badass.
Valentina Tereshkova was the first woman to go in space.
Stephanie Kwolek was an American chemist who invented Kevlar
Lyudmila Pavlichenko is the most successful female sniper in human history. Initially barred entry into the Red Army to due to her sex, Lyudmila would go on to rack up 309 confirmed kills in WWII. Her terrifying skills as a sniper and impressive kill count earned her the nickname “Lady Death” from her German enemies.
Nancy Wake who killed an SS Officer with her bare hands
Khutulun was the great-great-granddaughter of legendary conqueror Genghis Khan. Taught the inner workings of military life by her father, Khutulun became a skilled and powerful warrior. For her marriage, she proposed a challenge: any man that could best her in a wrestling match would have the honor of taking her hand in marriage. If they lost, they would have to give her a horse.
Boudicca was a queen of the Iceni tribe of Celtic Britons, who led an uprising against the conquering forces of the Roman Empire in AD 60 or 61.
Honestly I can go on forever. There are so many amazing and interesting women in history and I can't learn enough about them. This is only a very small list and a condensed version of their stories. I highly recommend looking into each of them more.
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I know you’re on a break but after that last incorrect quotes I would love it if you could give your thoughts on which glee characters everyone else would get, cuz you were so right with Sam for Spencer
My thoughts are; Blaine for Angela, Quinn for Courtney, Brittany for Olivia, Sebastian for Tommy, Santana for Chanse, and Marley for Kimmy
DLNAFLKNFKLNFKLNRKL this is so funny bc i debated on who to make him for forever and i was worried that sam was my fave so i was just being biased but im glad it went over well xxx i did check in with my bestie before drafting it and she confirmed sam made most sense.
hmmmm excellent q!! i am putting all these thoughts under the cut just so im not raw glee posting on the dash LNSDKNFKLN
this was. SO MUCH harder than i thought it was gonna be okay LKNDNAKFNKL this may be nonsensical and for some of them i simply don't give a concrete answer bc ykw. idk!
olivia is SOOOOO brittany-coded oh my GOD. marley for kimmy just smacked me in the face with how real that is. and quinn-courtney......... yEAH you're so correct. i gotta text my bestie shes gonna freak. her favorite Blonde Girlies. i do love all of these though!! i might personally make some tweaks but i TOTALLY see where you're coming from on all of them
i do like chanse as santana.... but i might switch arasha to santana instead?? just makes sense for the queen of lies imo. the medical examiner feels so santana-coded especially. might shift chanse to kurt bc he can also be a bitch but he's so much more ambitious than that. although it's a Tough call bc i feel like chanse fits both BUT who else would arasha be...
on blaine (and im talking seasons 2-3 blaine bc thats my baby and they cant take him away from me) i do like angela but i am caught between her and damien. it's the Most theater-kid energy of all the glee characters and they are the Most theater-kid energy of all the smosh members. yeah im not 100p sure what Else to do with either of them so that's just a sub note. unsure on that one !
anyway additional thoughts: jackie might be tina-coded?? hopeless romantic, extremely emotional, low-key diva when she wants to be, incredibly talented and they didn't deserve her. again im talking 1-3 tina. they hated her after that for some fucking reason. and on that note shayne is mike im taking no questions at this time. level-headed, smart, not a singer, just here to be a lil guy. yeah.
i think im gonna go with amanda as rachel. lovingly. SO lovingly. all the silliest rachel moments. i could see a couple different people as her (i think angela is also good here but she's too okay with being wrong/the butt of the joke, and then i think my second choice is tommy) but yeah i think amanda is my top pick. and then i might be so controversial as to say ian is finn-coded. just some guy. team leader. everyone's dad. just seems like he would have things to say about grilled cheesus. and anthony is jesse st. james. goodbye. that's all. these three are THE love triangle moment.
kiana is mercedes. why? because i said so. above it all, incredibly talented but underrated. (also im not thinking too hard ab the relationship implications but that does make the samcedes dynamic SO fucking funny.) and keith is artie. it's the 'wheres my hug at' guy of it all. its okay i like artie im allowed to bully him and i Love keith so
i do like sebastian for tommy and ya know what. im tempted to agree and leave it there bc i feel like thats as kind to him as i can possibly be KLNFFKLN but i struggled with placing him anywhere else... he could be rachel i think (and then amanda would move the whole paradigm. i would make her sue for funsies.) but i think that's All i can see him as. and then trevor is. rory. bc i have a hyperfixation on rory and trevor Is the rory in my head. so there.
aaaaand garrett IS mr. schuester. that's all goodbye
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Finally got a new one-shot up!!!
This one was kinda hard to write so I hope y’all enjoy hehe
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I lied it’s a Shrek AU that I wrote for April Fools Day : P
Once upon a time in a world that’s like pretty different but not totally different from ours, there lived a man named Soul Evans. His home was within the woods outside a village, causing him to become the target of many attempted attacks due to being a weapon.
However, Soul never let that get to him. In fact, he thought being able to thwart all of the villagers’ plans to attack him was a fun way of ignoring the crippling weight of never being good enough for anyone.
His life of never giving a shit about anything was then trampled upon once he woke up one day and noticed a blue-haired donkey outside his cottage.
“Who the fuck are you?” the weapon questioned once opening the door, causing the donkey to let out a smug neigh.
“I’M THE ONLY AND ONLY BLACK*STAR AND I-“ the animal attempted to reply before Soul slammed the door shut.
However, he finally caved in and let Black*Star stay with him after a long exchange of curses and death threats that the author may have been too lazy to write.
That decision seemed to backfire on him, as the ass followed him around the woods the next day until Soul wondered how tasty donkey meat would be.
Soul then returned home at the end of the day to find a group of people scattered around his property.
Just what I needed, more freaks he thought while watching a bald headed man shine his spectacles and then shifting his attention towards two women sitting upon the grass and brushing each other’s hair.
“Who the hell are you people!” Soul shouted to the group, who only gave him a look of indifference.
“Tsu! There you are!” Black*Star exclaimed beside the weapon, causing him to meet the eyes of a raven/haired donkey.
“I’m sorry for leaving you Black*Star, there was a group of humans coming after our host here, so I decided to break their knee caps but got a little carried away. Oh, I also made us some stew since I thought you’d be tired sir,” Tsubaki exclaimed before balancing a plate between her hooves and handing it to Soul.
“Ahhhh…you can stay BUT THE REST OF YOU NEED TO LEAVE!” Soul added before hearing the two twin children in the corner of his yard sneer.
“Sorry, but you’ll have to take that up with Queen Medusa. She’s the one that exiled us here,” Kim explained while running a brush through Jackie’s long tresses.
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“Geez Soul, you haven’t said a word since we’ve been on the road,” Black*Star commented as they neared the castle.
“I’m not trynna’ hear an ass talk about it’s god complex,” Soul explained.
“At least I’m honest with my feelings, unlike some grumpy red-eyed weapon,” the animal mumbled before kicking an onion, an action that may or may not allude to a refrence from one of the source materials for this fic.
They then walked in silence before entering the arena beside the castle.
“Some of you may die, but that is a sacrifice I am willing to make,” Queen Medusa sang from her seat at the topmost portion of the arena before noticing Soul and Black*Star passing security and ordering her guards to go after them.
Her eyes then fixated upon Soul after he was able to defeat all her knights via a fighting montage that the author was yet again too lazy to write.
“Well, it seems as if the weapon is our final contender,” Medusa announced, causing the crowd to cheer.
“Contender for what?” Soul questioned before noticing the wide smile that had been plastered onto the queen’s face.
“Bring us Princess Maka Albarn from her tower. Then and only then will I move all those people off your land,” she explained, causing the weapon to let out a grunt.
“How do I know you’re not just fuckin’ with me,” Soul barked at the princess .
“Isn’t everyone just using each other these days? Get with the program buddy,” a voice called from beside the queen, probing Soul into moving his eyes towards a giggling blob which was protruding from a lanky pink-haired person.
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This’d better be worth it Soul groaned in agitation as he kept his eyes on the shaking planks of the bridge he was walking across.
“Umm Soul, don’t ya’ think you’re walking a little too fast,” Black*Star called from behind him, causing Soul to turn back and watch how the animal’s feet seemed to be shaking between each step.
“Don’t tell me you’re scared,” Soul taunted before Black*Star whined at the statement.
“Of course not dude, why would I be scared-“ he called before the weapon jumped and caused the whole bridge to wobble even more.
“WHAT THE HELL SOUL! THATS NOT FUNNY MAN, YOU SEE HOW MUCH THIS THING IS SHAKING,” the ass shrieked, eliciting a chuckle out of Soul.
“Alright, alright fine. But only because I’m a nice person and this thing is really-“ Soul started before going weak in the knees himself once a three- headed monster landed directly in front of him.
“And who might you two be?” the middle head spoke while moving its eyes from Soul to Black*Star, causing the ass to quickly come trotting up near the weapon.
“Wait, if you can talk, then that must mean you’ve been-“
“Cursed? Yea why, you gotta problem with that?” the head on the right spoke before raising one of its eyebrows at Black*Star, causing him to clear his throat.
“Hah, if a god like me can get cursed, what business do I have judging people about it,” the ass answered before leaning closer towards Soul.
“You go get the princess while I handle things here,” he then whispered, causing Soul to gape at his level of confidence.
“I’ve gotta say, you’ve all kept your…looks even through the curse. I mean, look at how shiny your scales are and how uh-uh…,” Black*Star said as Soul began to maneuver his way around the creature.
“Symmetrical we are?” Kid added, causing the ass to vigorously nod his head.
“Ahh ye-yea that too,” Black*Star replied.
“Ohho, thank you. I do try to keep us prim and proper even while guarding the princess,” Kid replied as Soul went dashing towards the entrance of the abandoned castle.
“Shit, Kiddo that one is trying to get to Maka,” Liz shouted just as the weapon slammed the giant doorway shut.
“Hmm, oh you and Patty take care of it. I’m trying to have a decent conversation with the first person-ass-animal whatever we’ve seen in years,” Soul heard the middle head exclaim and then felt a wave of fire assault him from behind.
He conviently ducked into a pile of bones on his right and decided to strap on the armor left behind from the corpse before taking a chance at running through the hall again.
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Maka shut her book as she heard someone open the doors under her tower. She then quickly reached for the knife she kept on her bedside table like a fucking sociopath.
Her next idea was to toss the book onto the floor and then pretend as if she were asleep.
The princess then heard the door open and clutched her knife tightly before jumping onto the stranger once they neared her bed.
“Ah, woah woah woah CALM DOWN,” Soul yelled as she pointed the knife at him.
“Who are you and how did you get past Kid, Liz, and Patty!” Maka shouted, only to conveniently be silenced by another wave of fire below them.
“Sorry about this,” the stranger replied before swinging Maka across his shoulder and then bolting out her room and across the hallway.
“PUT ME DOWN!” the princess shouted as they finally reached the exit, where another wave of fire came rushing after them.
“I’m so sorry Maka, we got distracted and-“
“JUST KILL THIS GUY!” Maka shouted over Liz, earning a guffaw from the stranger as he picked up a blue donkey and went running across the castle’s bridge.
She let out a groan in indignation at how he narrowly missed the attacks Kid, Liz, and Patty were throwing at him, only for her heart to sink even furthur once seeing that her friends had somehow been chained to the castle.
The princess then kicked Soul in a more furious manner, causing her to look like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum until the stranger finally let her go after walking a good amount of distance away from the castle.
“YOU STUPID NO GOOD ASSHOLE,” Maka shrieked before Soul put up his hands to calm her down.
“IF YOU THINKS THIS MEANS IM GOING TO MARRY YOU THEN-“
“Marriage!??? Oh no, trust me princess that definitely isn’t somethin’ I was planning on doing,” he countered while the author did a mental eyeroll.
“Oh- so you’re weren’t planning on making me your bride?” Maka asked.
“No,” Soul said.
“You weren’t going to kiss me to life if I was a corpse?” Maka asked.
“No?” Soul said.
“Didn’t start lusting after me after glancing my way for like 30 seconds?” Maka asked.
“No,” Soul said.
“You’re not some middle aged man trying to marry someone that’s still young and fair?” Maka asked.
“What the fuck, no no no,” Soul finally said with a huff.
“All I’m trynna’ do is get you back to Queen Medusa’s kingdom,” he explained, causing the princess to hum in understanding.
“I see, well I suppose that isn’t so bad then. I’ve no doubt Kid, Liz, and Patty can easily fix the predicament they’re in too, so I’ll overlook that. May I at least get to see your face since you’ve successfully dragged me out my castle?” Maka questioned before pointing at the helmet around Soul’s head.
“Oh yea,” he answered before transforming his hand and carefully cutting through the metal.
It then fell off as Maka let out a gasp.
“He’s hot right?” Black*Star questioned as a lame attempt at comedic relief.
“He’s a…weapon!” Maka exclaimed, eliciting Soul to let out a snort.
“Sure am. Now let’s get going already,” he gruffly announced while Maka only stared after him in awe.
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They’d been walking for a long and boring amount of time before suddenly being surrounded by a group of men.
“What is that thing?” Black*Star questioned while pointing at a strange looking white scrawny little duck man standing right in front of them.
“FOOL! You are in the presence of the great Excalibur!” Excalibur exclaimed as the men around them laughed.
“Oh hi there cutie-“
“Keep your filthy hands off of me!” Maka shrieked over Hiro before sucker punching him to the floor, causing Soul to gape at her in bewilderment.
The weapon then evaded some other men that were attempting to attack him before feeling an arrow come flying towards his calf.
Fortunately, Maka and Black*Star were able to take down all of the remaining men by themselves, leaving only Excalibur still standing.
“Fools! To do such a thing to my henchmen is beyond rude, since they won’t be able to hear my legend-“ he tried to explain before Maka kicked him to the side.
“Get out of our way!” she exclaimed while letting out a final huff in indignation.
The princess then grabbed Soul’s arm and began to walk forward before hearing him let out a small wince.
“Oh no, I forgot you’re hurt,” she said while grounding them to a halt and staring at the arrow that’d conveniently lodged itself into the armor surrounding the weapon’s calf.
“Don’t worry, it’s really just a scratch,” Soul countered while Maka let out a hum.
“Still, we should get it treated. Black*Star, go look for some herbs we can treat the wound with,” Maka replied, causing the ass to salute her before trotting away.
“Ok, let’s dislodge it first,” the princess said while reaching for the arrow.
“Ah, fuck woman you’re pulling too hard!” Soul yelped, probing Maka to let out a huff.
“What, you can’t take it?” she replied before the weapon lost his balance and fell down with her sprawled on top of him in a totally not suggestive manner.
“I found some Aloe Vera and I heard that-ohhhh c’mon guys, you couldn’t have moved a few feet and got it on in the bushes,” Black*Star called as the pair scrambled off each other.
“Let’s…keep going,” Maka announced while Soul nodded his head in agreement.
“Hah, you two aren’t fooling anyone with how red your faces-“ the ass taunted before Maka kicked him.
They were able to find a spot to rest that night, allowing the princess to go scrambling behind a boulder after saying goodnight.
“Ya’ think….she likes me?” Soul asked Black*Star as they gazed at the stars.
“Why wouldn’t she like you dude?” the animal questioned, causing Soul to let out a sigh.
“She’s a princess and I’m a weapon, it’s as simple as that,”.
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To the surprise of absolutely nobody, the two did begin to grow closer and fall in love. The days passed before they were a day away from Queen Medusa’s castle, probing Maka into growing more anxious about her condition.
Her blades wouldn’t dissipate at all during that night, which forced her heart to skip a beat once hearing someone open the door to the small cottage she was attempting to sleep in.
The princess’ immediate reaction was to duck behind a large barrel, although it was too late since she heard Black*Star begin to screech at the way the moonlight reflected against her blades.
“Black*Star…Black*Star shhh,” Maka quickly coaxed, causing him to gape at her.
“Oh wow, Maka I had no idea you were a-,”
“I know, and I wanted to keep it that way too,” she finished as Black*Star raised an anthrophormic eyebrow at her.
“Why would you wanna do that?” the ass asked before Maka released a bitter laugh.
“You see how weapons are treated in the world. Always shunned for something that isn’t their fault. And besides, who would want to be associated with a freak-show scythe. Especially one so careless and unattractive,” she lamented.
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“Hey-um Maka, I’m not really sure what your favorite flower is, but I grow…some-uh sunflowers outside my cottage and they’re sorta’ pretty so I thought-“
“And besides, who would want to be associated with a freak-show scythe. Especially one so careless and unattractive,” Soul heard Maka exclaim over his rehearsal, causing his grip on the flower to loosen as he gaped at the cottage door for what felt like an enternity.
Right… what was I thinking he sighed before walking away and beginning to sulk in a corner of the makeshift camp he and Black*Star had created.
“Soul…Soul what’s wrong?” Maka called to him just as the sun began to rise from it’s slumber.
The weapon looked back to see her walking towards him from the cottage, probing him into letting out a muffled snort.
“Nothin’. At least, nothing you should have to worry about princess,” he offered before watching her pupils begin to dilate at his response.
“If it was something I’ve done then please-“
“Ah, Princess Maka,” Medusa called before the pair heard a group of horses gallop their way.
“I see that you’ve brought her back safely, weapon. I’ll send my guards out to clear those people from your land immediately. Now come along dear princess, I’m sure your journey has been quite distasteful,” Medusa hissed while flashing them both a wicked stare.
“Right…of course. Goodbye Black*Star, goodbye Soul,” Maka replied as she levelled a brief glance at Black*Star and then gave Soul a pathetic pining stare.
She then climbed onto Crona’s steed and the group set into motion towards the castle.
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“Now Princess Maka, I know we’ve talked about you being exhausted but…I have to ask if you’d be ready,” Medusa hummed.
“Ready for what?” Maka questioned while mulling over the food before her.
“Marriage my dear. You see, we’ve made preparations for the royal matrimony to happen tonight…if you’re up to the task,” the queen added with a devious glint in her eyes.
“Oh…,” Maka responded before being whisked away into a changing room.
Marraige…that’s a silly thing to think about when Soul is angry at me she internally lamented, causing her single fucking braincell to become fixated on that thought instead of the way she was being put into a wedding dress and then led down an altar.
The princess’ focus then rushed back into reality during the last minute like the lovesick dumbass she was, allowing her to notice the pink-haired person from earlier standing before her.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have gathered here for the marriage of Princess Maka Albarn and…Ragnarok of Gorgon Kingdom,” the officiant announced, forcing Maka’s mind to stop reeling about how to get out the situation and notice the black blob that had begun to protrude out of Crona’s shoulder instead.
“Time to give Daddy a kiss,” Ragnarok giggled as Maka tried to whack him with the flower bouquet she was holding, only to realize that her hands and mouth had been glued in place.
I knew I should’ve just stayed a shut-in in that old fucking castle she thought to herself while Medusa grinned at her.
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“Are you ok in there?” Tsubaki called to Soul from outside his cottage, causing him to grunt in response.
“Just peachy,” he said while realizing just how bad he’d had it for Maka.
Still have it might be a better way of wording it be thought while pouring himself a drink and trying to hold back his tears.
“SOUL, SOUL OPEN UP YOU ASS!” Black*Star called from outside before Soul let out a snort.
“Hate to tell ya’ this ‘Star, but you’re the ass here,” Soul called out.
“Maka is a weapon too,” the ass answered back before Soul spat out his drink.
“What!?” he questioned.
“All that stuff she was saying was about herself dumbass, not you,” Black*Star called as Soul swung his front door open.
“She…actually liked me?” the weapon questioned before slapping one of his palms to his head.
“Yea and she probably still does, even if you might’ve broken her heart a bit by letting her go ahead with getting hitched to some other dude,” the ass exclaimed while Tsubaki shook her head in agreement.
“Ahhhhh shit, I-I have to get to her but there’s no way I’ll make it-“
“That’s what we’re here for Romeo,” Liz called from behind them, causing Soul to immediately go running towards the cursed trio before they launched themselves up into the sky.
“If someone objects to this wedding, speak now or forever hold thy-,” Soul heard the officiant announce before jumping off the dragon and running straight towards the castle doors.
“ME, I OBJECT,” he shouted, causing everyone to look at him in awe.
“S-Soul?” Maka stuttered as he came running towards her.
“Maka…Maka I’m so so sorry about earlier. I jumped to conclusions and didn’t give you a chance to explain, and I’m-I’m sorry. The truth is…I love you,” he announced, eliciting the crowd to release a cacophony of oohs and ahhs at the drama unfolding in front of them.
“Oh, how precious. The weapon has fallen in love with a princess,” Medusa laughed before Maka made her way near the stain-glass window above the altar and transformed her hands into two large scythes as the sun began to set.
“I hope you like what you see,” the princess giggled.
Soul gaped at her like the simp he was while Medusa narrowed her eyes and shrugged.
“Well if you wanted to reveal yourself publicly, I suppose I can use some brute force. Guards, seize them,” the witch exclaimed as a group of guards came running towards Maka and Soul.
“You two are going to make such nice test subjects,” she cackled as the stained glass window of the building shattered and Patty’s neck tilted downwards and swallowed Medusa whole.
“Ew, Patty I can’t believe you did that!” Liz screeched before they were engulfed in a cloud of smoke and then emerged as human being once more.
The sisters celebrated their newfound mobility while Kid’s face went red after a human Black*Star landed on his lap.
“Guess you really weren’t an ass after all,” Soul snorted to Black*Star, only to make his way towards Maka a moment later and run a hand through her blades, which turned back into her slender arms through his soothing touch.
“I hated myself because of these blades Soul, but I love you for being you, so I suppose they deserve a chance as well,” she exclaimed while clasping their hands together.
“Hm, guess you could say I broke your curse in a way then, since it isn’t all bad anymore,” Soul replied before resting his forehead against hers.
“A kiss from my knight in shining armor would be nice though,” the princess added as she blushed at the cheesy comeback, only to melt into Soul’s touch as he gently slid his hand behind her neck and slowly moved his lips forward.
The pair then went on to live a pretty happy life in Soul’s cottage while being visited by their ex-anthropomorphic friends and those who had been freed from Queen Medusa’s tyranny before finally tying the knot and living out their rest of their lives a a nasty lovey dovey couple.
The end.
#haven’t wrote anything this unhinged since the Halloween fic back in 2021 lol#so I needed to change that#soul eater#soul x maka#maka x soul#black star#death the kid#liz thompson#patty thompson#medusa gorgon
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"Doomsday" thoughts
i'm realizing i forgot to mention my WIFE freema agyeman in last episode. i'm so sorry baby. i can't wait for s3
anyway this episode fucks severely and kind of reminds me that a lot of diehard ten/rose shippers don't like. GET what makes them work, bc they don't get what makes rose work. i think i've said it before that not only do moffat haters not understand his era, but davies lovers often don't even really like it for the right reasons. or like, reasons that are based on the text instead of the tumblr interpretation of the text. this isn't to disparage davies likers or ten/rose shippers or whatever, just make sure you're remembering the episodes as they happened and not as 1080p gifsets you reblogged 8y ago
anyway! this was a great finale to s2 and to the rose era in general (i'll make a season retrospective w more detail). it's just some goddamn great doctor who, davies is masterful at weaving deep and impactful character work into the classic balls-to-the-wall insane doctor who shenanigans. let's explore, shall we
i love the idea behind the "genesis ark" like tell me that doesn't sound like something that already exists in dw canon. calling back to needing rose's touch bc humanity– the human ability/desire/habit of crossing boundaries, inherently filling every space, colonizing to be less generous– has a power to it. the bit as well about "cybermen will remove sex and class and race and creed" is a critique of centrism bc our differences make us human! they're beautiful! the great equalizer is horrific, imposed violence
i'm sorry if this seems homophobic but i don't think a straight person could have possibly written the dalek-cybermen interactions in this episode. "the daleks have no concept of elegance" "this is obvious" sorry it's just pure cuntiness on a level i have never seen a cishet achieve. i'm not stereotyping davies as just "sassy" or whatever he's deeply talented in all facets but bitchiness is indeed one of those facets
continuing the anti-establishment theme, yvonne walking into the cybermen hell saying "oh god, i did my duty" is deeply telling. the cyberman she becomes crying an oil-slick tear and fighting back saying "i did it for queen and country" is kind of sad and kind of horrifying. it's about the layers
rose gets to flex w the daleks by telling them what she did as bad wolf. "i met the emperor....and turned him into dust" yes!! yes!! get their asses baby!! "both sides had secrets" all the time war seeding is so tasteful and delicious. it works as both bread-crumbing info that will be revealed eventually and as background worldbuilding should they decide to never get into the nitty-gritty. they obviously do in "the end of time" for one and then eventually the 50th but davies plays it just subtle enough that if they never did get deeper into it, i don't think it would have felt like a cocktease
i love the pete-jackie stuff sorry. i love stories about people finding/refinding/etc love in their 40s. they're not the version of each other that they each know but they're close enough and they do love each other. their big hug made me emotional
and of course. the ending. what is there to say about the ending that hasn't been said a hundred million times already. murray gold is a fantastic composer and he CRUSHES it. the fact that ten was ready to sacrifice rose without her consent (which he will later do to donna! themes!), the fact that she fought the narrative and refused until tragedy took over, as it inevitably must. bad wolf bay. "i love you" "rose tyler, –" as tears drip down his face. oh i am just so sick. they were codependent and unhealthy but you really can't deny how much they cared for each other, and even tho i KNOW they meet up again and get their "happy" endings i just. oh it hit. phenomenal acting on both parts, incredible score, oh it just destroys me. a beautiful end for the season and for rose
side note, i did not recall that "runaway bride" was the next story. i totally forgot that we get the season-long gap before seeing donna again. i can't wait to get back to donna, she brings out the best in ten (being divorced and a pathetic wet beast)
season retrospective up soon!
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As promised, here is a full explainer on the playlist. If more songs get added, I'll update the post to include them.
The playlist exists in universe as a mixtape created by Dustin (though it's likely spread across multiple tapes since I don't think you can have this many songs on just one. I've never used a cassette tape.). He started it as an outlet for his interest in Ray, and never intended to show it to anyone.
Lola by The Kinks - the song that inspired Dustin to make the mixtape. While it may not be "their song", it is the runner up. Dustin absolutely loves this song.
Another One Bites The Dust by Queen - He thought he was soo funny adding this one. It's such a Ghostbusters song.
(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction by The Rolling Stones, You Really Got Me by The Kinks, All Day and All of the Night by The Kinks - These three represent Dustin pining for Ray in the time between their meeting and getting together.
Lido Shuffle by Boz Scaggs - This one was added solely because it seemed like the kind of thing Ray would like.
Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) by Edison Lighthouse - By this time, approaching the second movie, Dustin is totally in love with Ray, who is represented in this song by Rosemary.
(Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher and Higher by Jackie Wilson - This song is Their Song. They got together in the aftermath of the Vigo fight, thanks to the supercharged Jackie Wilson slime, and now whenever this song comes on they just have to dance together.
Head Over Heels by Tears For Fears, I Only Have Eyes For You by The Flamingos, Hey Lover by The Daughters of Eve - These three represent the honeymoon phase right after they get together. They're together, they're happy, the world is safe, life is good.
Der Kommissar by After The Fire - Another song that was added because it seemed like the kind of thing Ray would like.
Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears For Fears - This one is similar to another one bites the dust, it's very fitting of the Ghostbusters aspect of their lives.
Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen - Serves as a bridge between the honeymoon phase and the next stage of their relationship.
Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen, Beast of Burden by The Rolling Stones, Start Me Up by The Rolling Stones - I don't need to tell you what these are.
Super Freak by Rick James - In line with the previous three, but this one is loosely from the perspective of Ray. I haven't decided whether it's diegetic or not.
Somebody's Watching Me by Rockwell - This song connects with both the plot of the video game and a loose possession plot involving Dustin.
Fantasy by Mariah Carey - Ties back to the last bundle of three.
Just The Two Of Us by Grover Washington Jr. ft. Bill Withers - Represents the domestic period they reached in the time before the separation.
Dedicated To The One I Love by The Mamas & The Papas - Added in the initial hurt of the separation, when Dustin wanted nothing more than to go back, but couldn't bring himself to do it.
All Summer Long by Kid Rock - Added later in the separation, after Dustin heard it on the radio and couldn't stop thinking about it for days.
Lovely Day by Bill Withers - Represents the return to each other and the following domestic period.
Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd - Non-diegetic, representing a farewell from Ray after he passes before Dustin.
Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) by Kate Bush, Careless Whisper by George Michael, A Man Without Love by Engelbert Humperdink - These represent Dustin's grief at losing the love of his life, and his struggle to find meaning and normalcy without him.
Green Green Grass of Home by Tom Jones - Another non-diegetic song, this time of Dustin's final days and his death.
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she's a killer queen
2. turn and face the strange (ch-ch-changes)
(part 1) | (read it on ao3)
Point Place, WI
July 16, 1977
12:57 AM
A pair of mismatched eyes flew open.
Jacqueline Burkhart was no stranger to waking up in the middle of the night, but the circumstances surrounding her lack of sleep this time around were definitely... weird.
The sheets stuck to her sweaty—alright, not sweaty, Jackie Burkhart didn’t sweat—skin thanks to the sweltering heat of a Wisconsin July, and she pulled them off of her as she tried to take stock of what actually woke her up.
She hadn’t dreamt, not that she could remember, and thank god for that. Her dreams nowadays were downright freaky. In them, she saw other people, people she’d never seen before, people from all sorts of backgrounds. There was a running joke between her and their friends that she hated foreigners—a sentiment her parents seriously believed, even if Jackie herself could never treat it as more than a joke, but even that joke died at the sheer love and kinship she felt for these women that she only ever met in her sleep. In some dreams she is these women, and as them, she fights monsters with deformed faces and giant fangs. Those are more like nightmares, even if she, acting as those women, always wins.
Jackie shared one such nightmare with Michael once, when he was supposed to spend the night at hers. He huffed and accused her of trying to kill the mood, complete with his trademark “Damn, Jackie,” and she never shared her dreams with him again, monster-ridden or not.
She shuddered, snuggling deeper into her bed. It’s not the first time she’s seen that... hideous creature in her brain, but tonight, now, it doesn’t bring up the same fear. No, for some reason, tonight the vision makes her... anxious. Not in a running way either; in a fighting way.
Anyway, it wasn’t the dreaming that woke her up this time. Nor was it her usual fear of sleeping alone in a big house, although it was in the back of her mind to check the locks again when she woke up in the morning. Her eyes moved across the room and, finding nothing amiss, she shook her head and relaxed again. I better not wake up again, she grumbled to herself as her eyelids drooped. I need my beauty sleep, damn it.
She remained oblivious, as her sleep went on undisturbed, of the new power thrumming in her veins.
The summer days were long and lonely when her friends were busy. Sure, Jackie could have hung out with other cheerleaders, but the girls on the team made her feel terrible, not just about herself but about everyone. She was her worst self when she tried to fit in with them, but damn it, she loved cheering. It was the one thing she did that brought her joy to her days, aside from spending time with (okay, bossing around) Michael.
She frowned. Come to think of it, she hadn’t spent much time with Michael lately, even though she went to the basement almost every day. Half the time, he wasn’t even there! Still, she was able to get closer with the rest of the basement gang, so it wasn’t a total loss. Fez loved her, Eric and Steven tolerated her, and Donna... Donna was her best friend, and she was a much better friend than anyone on the cheer team, that was damn sure. Hell, even the Formans were wonderful to be around! They were great company, better than her high school social circle and her perpetually absent parents, but that didn’t mean she didn’t miss her man.
Well, then, it was decided. Jackie would be spending the day at the Formans.
It was a normal day, just as bright and warm as the other summer days, but something was off. Come to think of it, something had been off since the night before when she’d woken up abruptly. She’d been feeling... powerful, she decided, but in the most subtle way possible. She felt an understated strength and damn it, try as she might, she just couldn’t explain it. It didn’t help that she nearly snapped her eyeliner pencil in two just by grabbing it, nor that she seemed to anticipate a car running a stop sign before it even approached the crossing.
You’re just overthinking it, she said to herself as walked over to the Forman residence, though she swore she never used to walk this fast before. Nothing’s wrong, nothing’s different, it’s all in your head.
She said it to herself enough that she believed it. And then she nearly tore the basement door right off its hinges.
Oops.
Luckily, the only person in the basement was Steven, and he barely paid attention to her on a regular day. But what about today had been regular so far? She saw his eyes widen behind his glasses as she closed the basement door, ten times gentler now after the slam she opened it with. Jackie could practically see the gears turning in his head, and she braced herself for the insults and name-calling to begin. She could hear it already: Jackie Burkhart, cheerleader freak.
Thankfully, what he actually said was nothing of the sort. “Look, whatever Kelso did, don’t take it out on the damn door, okay?”
“The door’s just falling apart,” she said, trying to hide her relief, “it wasn’t my fault, and besides, nothing happened to it. It probably just blew open with the wind. Mr. Forman should really fix that door sometime soon.”
Hyde opened his mouth to respond, but blessedly, he was interrupted by the presence of Michael Kelso himself.
Perfect, a worthy target of her frustration. “Michael, where have you been lately? I feel like you’re not around a lot nowadays.”
Michael stammered, looking between Steven and Donna and Eric, who had just come down the stairs from the kitchen. “I’ve been walking the dog. Yeah, yeah, that dog is crazy, Jackie, he needs to pee all the time.”
“Michael,” she huffed, eyes narrowing, “you don’t have a dog.”
Lies. He’s lying to you.
“Yeah, Jackie, I don’t, but, but I gotta walk it anyway because... because I got a job! Yeah, my dad won’t give me any more money for our dates and stuff, so I’m walking dogs now. Yup.”
And really, Jackie shouldn’t have let it slide that she was suspicious, but the implication that he was doing it for her was just too sweet. He was doing what her dad did, trying to provide for her, even if he disappeared from her life in the process. She couldn’t fault him for that, could she? Besides, she’d look like a total bitch if she confronted him after that.
Sure, she’d appreciate some attention sometimes, too, but... wait, was that something she wanted from Michael, or her dad?
“Well,” she sighed, smiling as she plopped onto his lap, “how about we use that date money now?”
The others in the room were watching with amusement, and their snickering as Michael stammered through some question or another did not go unnoticed by Jackie. They’re just laughing because Michael’s an idiot. That’s all. They’re not laughing at you.
This belief was cemented by the fact that Donna threw a newspaper at him, trying to hide her laughter. “Go ahead, Kelso, plan a date for Jackie.”
He still looked lost, so Jackie threw him a bone. “Michael, I want to go to the movies today.”
Eyes brightening, he looked for the movie timings in the paper.
Throughout the ensuing discussion about Smokey and the Bandit and girl movies, Jackie couldn’t fully move away from the fact that Michael was definitely lying to her. He didn’t have the scent of dog anywhere on him, unlike Mr. Wilkerson when she walked by his yard on the way here. The Wilkerson dog was sickly and not too active, but Jackie could still smell it clear as day on Mr. Wilkerson, and the closest she’d gotten to him was walking past him as he sat on his porch. So there had been no dog-walking or Jackie would’ve smelled it, like how she could smell Donna’s dollar store shampoo and the detergent Mrs. Forman used on Eric’s clothes.
When had she gotten so good at picking out scents?
The movie was a great distraction, totally uncomplicated. The Goodbye Girl was great aside from its direct parallels to Jackie’s life, but she could overlook that for Richard Dreyfuss’s insane Richard III performance. She was still giggling at the absurdity of it when Fez reached over and kissed her, with tongue.
Well, so much for uncomplicated.
It didn’t help that Michael punched Fez in the face, which meant they were all sent home. The kiss was great, maybe the best Jackie had ever had, but even that couldn’t distract from the pure fury in Jackie’s heart when she realized what exactly had happened, once she finally had the chance to reflect on it in private.
Who gave him the right to touch me?
She suddenly longed to rip Fez limb from limb, to tear his tongue out with her bare hands. A part of her suspected that she actually could do so, too, if she chose. She had that power now.
That power.
Where had it come from? Why did it manifest in her? Of course Jackie Burkhart was special, she’d be the first to tell you that, but she didn’t want to be a freak. Her mismatched eyes already made her one; because of them, she’d endured taunts of “freak” and “mutant” for the bulk of her childhood, half of them coming from her own mother. Jackie hated her eyes, and she was quickly growing to hate her newfound abilities in a similar fashion. They didn’t make her special, they made her a freak. And she refused to let anyone call her a freak any longer.
Not only that, but powers like these were dangerous. Jackie may not have been a comic book dweeb like Eric or a conspiracy nut like Steven but even she knew that people with abilities like hers were at risk of being locked up and experimented on.
Jackie didn’t want to be locked up! How would she be head cheerleader by her senior year if she was stuck in a secret government facility, being dissected?
No, she couldn’t let that happen. So Jackie did what any intelligent, rational teenage girl would do: she scribbled about it in her super-secret diary (as opposed to the regular diary she knew her parents and Michael tried to snoop in) and resolved to hide her powers from the public forever, or for however long they lasted. No superhero business for her, no sirree!
Besides, this was Point Place. Even if she wanted to use her powers for good, when would she get an opportunity to do that around here?
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Across town, a couple stumbled into an alley next to a bar. The blond man pushed the woman into the brick wall of the bar, relishing in the delighted groan that ripped from her throat.
“Randy,” she mewled, half-laughing, “yeah, baby, just like that, just—”
The next thing to rip from her throat was her blood, and he happily guzzled it, letting her collapse against the wall once she was drained.
Randy gazed down at her, sated. It would’ve been smarter to turn her, but he was hungry, and who wanted to change the world on an empty stomach? No matter, he’d turn the next one, maybe one of the other barflies in the pub he’d just walked out of. This town seemed better than any to enact his plan, after all.
Yeah, he grinned to himself, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, Point Place’ll be just fine.
#mine#my fics#she's a killer/queen#killer/queen#that 70s show#t7s#jackie burkhart#jackie x hyde#that 70's show fanfiction#btvs universe#buffy the vampire slayer#vampire#fanfiction#fanfic
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Ok so I came to a realization the other day and didn't know who to tell but you seem like you'd understand. Jackie is totally Thea queen and Hyde is totally Roy.
oh my god, are you kidding??? yesssss!
Arrow did the spoilt rich girl x jaded poor boy trope right. And that's a high compliment, considering Arrow did very few things right. But, god, Thea and Roy were like, my second favorite couple in the entire cw dc verse. I wish they'd gotten more screen time.
and now that I'm thinking about it, Jackie and Hyde fit their personas like a *glove*
god, now I want to write a 70s/arrow au emphasizing on red arrow/roy/hyde and thea/speedy/thea's story line.
They meet for the first time because Hyde steals Jackie's purse (it's really her fault for flaunting a chanel bag in the run down part of town), but then Jackie tracks him down and ends up getting him arressted. Hyde of course, makes up a sob story enough to garner her sympathy and she drops the charges. when she realises he lied his ass off, she hates him. And he of course, is disgusted by her spoiled and rich upbringing.
Oof, the enemies to lovers, opposites attract, us-against-the-world because no body understands them together vibe that both these couples give off is just- i love them. both of them.
thank you for this, lovely!
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jankie + prompt is them going on their first date in that cute debate commission you wrote. ty queen 💕
“You’re not paying attention!” Jan huffed and threw a pillow at Rosé, who had started to doze off, startling her to sit upright.
Rosé stretched out a bit. “In my defense, this is like, the sixtieth outfit you’ve tried on. I was about to lock you in the walk-in until Jackie got here,” she chuckled. “You look great, she’s gonna be all over you. Can we please call it a night?”
Jan pouted, looking herself over in the mirror. She’d settled on a white tennis shirt and a lavender-plaid skirt. “Fine, fine, I guess I do look cute enough,” she relented as she fixed her hair up into a high ponytail.
“Thank god,” she retorted as she pushed herself to her feet. “Not that I don’t love hanging out with you, but there are other places I planned to spend my Saturday night.”
“Between Denali’s thighs?”
“Exactly, see ya!”
Jan rolled her eyes as she watched Rosé leave. In the fifteen minutes between then and Jackie’s arrival, she did everything she could think of to primp and prep, only to nearly trip over herself as she sprinted down the stairs to meet her outside. “Hey!”
Jackie smiled and pulled Jan into a hug. “You look great,” she observed. “You ready to go?”
She nodded brightly, climbing into the passenger seat. They were going to one of Jan’s favorite restaurants as per Jackie’s insistence. And once there, they cozied up in a corner booth, where Jan was lucky she’d practically had the menu memorized, because her gaze never left the older girl once.
“Okay, you have very good taste,” Jackie remarked once their food came, narrowly avoiding talking with her mouth full.
“Of course, I like you, don’t I?” Jan retorted with a playful wink.
She bumped against her lightly. “That was so corny, oh my god,” she teased, “you’re so cute.”
Once dinner had ended, it was clear that neither of the girls wanted the night to end, and Jackie was finally the one to broach the subject. “Do you wanna come back to my place? Watch a movie or something?”
Jan nodded brightly. “Yeah! I think that’d be fun.” She knew Jackie’s home quite well at this point from all of the time she’d spent there for their tutoring sessions, if they could still be called that. So once they were back in her bedroom, she was comfortable nearly instantly, and it didn’t take long for them to agree on a movie.
“Listen,” Jackie started a few minutes into it. “I know we mentioned it, but I don’t want you to think I only brought you back here for, you know, a netflix and chill moment. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I would totally be into that, but I really do just like spending time with you.”
“Aw, Jackie,” she leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I didn’t think you were trying to take advantage of me or anything. That said, I was kinda hoping for a little bit of fooling around.”
She smirked softly, pulling the shorter girl closer. “I think that can be arranged.”
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A little Warming Up
Characters: Jake Tweneboah and Jackie Varma
Summary: Playtime the the snow for Jackie and Jake results in Jackie having to get warmed up by Jake, short fic for the start of 2022
Rating - General with a bit of Fluff
Taglist: @secretaryunpaid @princess-geek @missameliep @daddytyrilstarfury @choicesficwriterscreations @aussieez @blossomgutz
For once, it wasn't a cold slushie drink making Jake's face feel like ice. And for once, he didn't care.
"You are gonna pay for that, Mr Tweneboah!"
Jackie grinned, with a wicked glint in her eye.
"God, I hope so!" Jake's jaw dropped. Jackie turned and ran in the opposite direction. Jake blinked hard to get the ice out of his eyes, and ran right after her, grabbing a handful of snow before she did so. Jackie wasn't getting away with that one.
"Jackie! Get back here! You're dead!"
"What are you waiting for?", she yelled back, "Come and catch me already!"
Unfortunately for Jackie, Jake was faster than she'd thought. She felt the snow strike the back of her head, dripping through her hair and scarf, trickling down his spine. She gasped for air as the coldness set in, and Jake tackled her to the ground. Jake was laughing, but Jackie was still frozen in shock. She was panting in a vain effort to warm up, her teeth chattering as Jake lay on top of her.
"Geez Jackie, you shouldn't dish it out if you can't take it!" Her lips had already started turning blue. Jake paused for a second, biting his lip and furrowing his brow. He had every intention of rushing her inside and warming her up, but not before he'd taken in just how cute and vulnerable Jackie looked; hat, scarf, thick coat and hair springing out after being so wet. She pushed herself up from the floor, and offered Jake her hands, yanking him back to his feet. "OK, OK, maybe taking you down was a little harsh. I guess I've gotten some kind of ice immunity." He rubbed her arms and brushed the snow from her shoulders. "Tell you what. How about I make us a hot chocolate inside? You look like you're gonna freeze to the spot."
"That… Sounds good… Please…" Jackie stammered through his chattering teeth, trying and failing to be a bit more subtle with his shivering. She clung to Jake's arm to try and keep warm as they made their way into the house.
Jake had to practically peel Jackie’s scarf and coat off of him. The hat was a little easier, as her hair has swelled so much it was already pushing it away from her head. Jake handed her a towel, but when she still struggled to move, he steered her toward the couch, sat her down, and started drying her hair. The second it had dried a little, Jake left and started making the drinks and ran upstairs, changing into dry clothes and grabbing an outfit for Jackie. Anything wool would do, but he had to go for red pants and a thick green sweater. 'Twas the season, after all.
He ran back downstairs, still a little damp but more concerned about the lady he was one day gonna marry. But she seemed to be doing a lot better, as she sat in front of the fire, warming her hands.
"Here. You'll never dry off in those clothes, and I don't want you getting sick. Not on Christmas Eve." He handed her the clothes, kneeling down and stroking her arms and kissing her cheek. It was his way of apologising for inflicting this upon her. Even though she totally deserved it, of course. Jake looked up at her and smiled. Jackie’s teeth had finally stopped chattering.
"Thanks, Your Majesty . But this doesn't mean you don't still owe me that hot chocolate." Jackie’s smile turned into a grin, and her tongue stuck out just a little as Jake tickled his sides until she was on the floor. The chattering had turned into giggles.
"Okay, Queen Varma. I'll be right back. Just get nice and warmed up." He ruffled her hair and sashayed to the kitchen to boil the kettle. He glanced back at his girlfriend, and couldn't help staring as she started to get undressed. Maybe he should've closed the door. But he doubted Jackie would mind. First went the shirt, then the jeans, and just as the boxers got to the floor as the water was bubbling and the kitchen was filling with steam. Jake could barely see through it, but he didn't need to. He knew every detail already. But it hardly seemed fair that he couldn't see him in the gentle glow of the fire. He walked a little closer, and wasn't disappointed. He got there just in time to see Jackie, still glistening from the snow, each droplet sparkling in the firelight, turn around to grab the towel again to finish drying off.
As she turned, Jake was only a metre away.
"You know" she said to him, towel in hand, head cocked to one side, "Maybe I don't need the clothes to get warmed up aga-"
Before she could finish his suggestion, Jake had swept her into a kiss, both arms wrapped tightly around her neck. Jackie didn't object; instead he dropped the towel and kicked the clothes to the side, still completely absorbed in Jake, soaking up his heat, and started to unbutton his cardigan as the sank onto the sofa, then rolled, laughing, onto the floor.
Jackie shivered. Jake pulled back for a second.
"You can't still be cold? Do you want me to-" Jake cut him off with another kiss, this one softer and slower.
"That wasn't the cold. That was you."
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Paris Haute Couture Week S/S 2020 Plus a Little Jacquemus: Okay, Dior DID Suck (Part 1/2)
Hi to anyone reading,
Oh my god. I completely forgot there was also 2 haute couture weeks. I FEEL SO OVERWHELMED. Here I was getting all geared up for the F/W 2020 shows and suddenly it’s Jean Paul Gaultier’s last show and everybody’s (predictably) buzzing about the Jacquemus collection. I can’t keep up. But Haute Couture week is a lot less intense than the RTW shows so I suppose I should be enjoying this relative peace whilst I can.
I remember my last post about Haute Couture week opened with me defending Maria Grazia from the wrath of the internet; if Jacquemus is social media’s Lord and Saviour, this woman is the Antichrist. She’s Michael Langdon minus the dramatic flair. But the thing is, I genuinely really liked the Dior collection last time. Maybe because I was newer to the discipline of scouring Vogue Runway, but the lack of originality didn’t bother me; it was still something I’d die to wear, gothic yet delicate and relevant for 2019.
That being said, this time round, I have to open by doing the exact opposite and concurring: this time round, Dior was in fact, utter shit.
I feel mean saying it but...really? These were the slightly more salvageable outfits and my favourite of the bunch, and to be honest they don’t really capture the full extent of how outdated this collection was to me. I know that the concept behind the show was this idea of the divine feminine but Greek Goddess has been done SO many times. If you’re gonna go down that route, you have to bring something new, elevate it in some way. It can’t be THIS generic.
I can’t believe that in 2020 we’re really seeing plaited hairbands. The individual dresses are basic, but not so much the problem as the styling; they look like outfits I would’ve put together back in 2012. That’s not an exaggeration. I think even 2013 me would appreciate that you need to make things a little twisty.
The colour scheme is pretty, don’t get me wrong, and I like the cowl necks-the white dresses are the highlights. I think the concept of this collection was conceived with all the best intentions. But as a designer you need to take risks and I don’t see one single risk here; there isn’t anything that wouldn’t already be sold in your local H&M. Dior is such an established brand, Maria Grazia has room to do whatever she wants. And yet it just comes across like she’s out of ideas.
You’ve got to look at a designer like Ulyana Sergeenko:
When I say elevated (but still in the vein of wearable), I mean something like this. To be completely honest, I hadn’t heard of Ulyana Sergeenko until I saw shots of this show on Twitter. But what a perfect mix of kitsch and glamour. The influences are clear: Priscilla Presley, Barbie, Jackie O, Valley of the Dolls, the rich stay-at-home wife of the 60s, the Alessandra Rich/Scream Queens-esque sorority girl, Paris fucking Hilton. It’s exaggerated and it’s tongue in cheek with total grounds to call it trashy-there’s a corset resembling a Benjamin Franklin, ffs-but it’s all done with a wink and a nudge. And in all honesty, I just think it’s beautiful. Can you imagine Frances O’Sullivan (@Beautyspock on IG) in one of these looks? It would be worthy of the Rose McGowan cultural reset meme ten times over.
Everything is feline, from the very literal cat silhouettes and cat headed boa, to the makeup and the hair clips. It reminds me of the last RTW Ralph and Russo show but with even more attention to detail. And look at the STAGE. If this collection were a song, it’d be Disco Tits by Tove Lo. And no, I’m not just saying that because one of the dresses actually does feature a (cat shaped) disco tit. Like these are the clothes I dreamed of putting my Bratz dolls, and for null I’m sure, myself in. Absolute perfection. Plus, I’ve loved Coco Rocha since she was on The Face with Naomi Campbell; she is, after all, to thank for the iconic “check your lipstick before you come for me” line. Girl is really the martyr for all purple lipstick lovers, cut down in her prime by a pissed-off Naomi.
Onto Alexandre Vauthier, which I also really liked. An interesting yet effortless blend of the old and the new, the masculine and the feminine, if I could sum this collection up in one word, it would be cool. I know, it’s not the most descriptive, but it pretty much sums up how I feel; I’m not AS gassed about it as I am about Ulyana Sergeenko or this season’s Elie Saab (wait for it), but it’s a fresh offering, even if the styles aren’t the most groundbreaking. Stand outs for me are the almost petticoat like, debutante dresses which have Elle Fanning’s name written all over them.
I was hard pressed to find favourites in the Armani Privé collection if I’m honest. I’m not saying it was awful, all I know is that it just isn’t my style. It’s all a bit TOO tailored for my liking, and kinda reminds me of the Zara pantsuits my Spanish teacher used to wear. In other words, I find it to be a bit dowdy. On a positive note, the colours, fabrics, and beading are all stunning, so I see that a lot of craftsmanship clearly went into it; I think my biggest issue is the styling and the shapes (or lack of) on show. I’m very much getting a 20s, flapper vibe and whilst that’s an era that fascinates me and that I appreciate was cutting-edge at the time, I’ve yet to see it be bought into the 21st century in a way that doesn’t look stiff or costume-y.
Then there’s Azzaro. At the complete opposite end of the scale to Armani, it doesn’t look expensive, which I’m sure isn’t something any designer previewing their collection at haute couture week is striving for. BUT that being said, I’d be much more likely to wear something from this collection than I would from Armani Privé. I mean, I have no shot at ever wearing either but ya get me.
Whilst I’m sure it or something similar has been done before, the mesh diamanté dress is exquisite and I’m a huge fan of the stacked gem chokers and belts. The whole collection looks like something a London socialite who parties by night but (deep breath in) plays in a shitty band so fancies herself a bit of a rockstar by day would wear (exhale) and as much as that doesn’t sound like a compliment, I mean it as one. I’m talking about the kind of person you’d see smoking outside a bar and think “I wish I was them but I am potato lol”. I mean, as far as faux fur and fedoras are concerned, I’m gonna find it hard to completely slate a collection so this is pretty up my alley.
Chanel was a huge step up from their last RTW collection, imo, and probably on par with their last haute couture offering. It’s that same blend of preppy Chanel detailing (i.e the exaggerated collars, the checks and the lace) and practicality, only even more austere this time round.
It’s funny because when I looked back on original notes on this collection, before I’d even done any research into the context, I saw that one of the things I’d written was “giving me Victorian orphanage madame” as well as “something something Amish” and I wasn’t THAT far off base. The collection is, after all, supposed to be a tribute to the nuns who raised Coco Chanel at the beginning of the century in an Abbey-cum-orphanage. This makes me really happy; I know not everyone’s a fan of Virginie Viard’s nods back to the past and the brand’s origins but as a history nerd, I definitely am.
There’s also definitely a lot of things that can be translated into high street trends here: the combination of decorative white socks and black shoes is something I’ve seen making a comeback already, tulle is always a winner (I actually don’t mind it as an overlay, I think it’s pretty, sue me) and I have no doubt we’ll be seeing these dramatic collars creeping back onto tops and jumpers throughout the year. It’s been a while since they were a thing anyway and we all know how cyclical fashion is.
Another high note for Elie Saab this haute couture season; if I was an expressive person, I probably would’ve audibly gasped as I looked through this collection. It is SO FUCKING MAGNIFICENT. The colour scheme, the baroque prints, the floral sequinned embroidery, these are Cinderella style ballgowns taken to the next level. Elie Saab really is the definition of opulence and I’m not at all mad about it. Please, somebody put Lana Del Rey in one of these, PLEASE. Remind her how much of a princess she is and get her out of those “soccer mom” looks.
I’m so stuck between this collection and Ulyana Sergeenko as my favourite, and the latter might just pip the other to the post, purely because of the staging and extravagance of the presentation itself.
Georges Hobeika was predictably phenomenal. Like, I’m not going to lie, I am easily won over by some sequins and tulle, I’ve never claimed any different, and if you can expect that from anyone, it’s this guy (ignore that phrasing making me sound like his proud mother). The colour scheme is very spring appropriate and so is the 3D flower detailing, and if there’s anything good to take from Ascot and English royal weddings, Georges Hobeika knows it’s the hats.
It was another strong year for Givenchy too:
Though Claire Waight Keller is also fond of the extravagant details along the lines of feather and tulle, it’s always done in a more organic way; the details are always more reminiscent of nature, something created by accident, than they are suggestive of painstaking attention to detail, the image of someone hunched over a dress beading for hours on end à la Georges Hobeika or Elie Saab. That is not a bad thing at all; if anything, it makes Givenchy more interesting to study and gives you more to think about. Sometimes a dress takes you a bit longer to fully appreciate, but I’d say that only lends to its memorability. This year’s willowy, billowing, and at times coral-esque structures remind me of something I can see being worn down an Iris Van Herpen runway, set apart by that delicate Givenchy finesse. And side not: I know this post is to talk about the clothes, not the models, but I got super excited over seeing Sora Choi and Adut Akech walk too.
Guo Pei is always fun to look at. I mean, this collection is giving me half Matryoshka dolls, half It’s A Small World Christmas edition and I can’t hate on that.
And then there’s Iris Van Herpen, who knocked it out of the park once again. At this point, I wouldn’t expect anything less. Every outfit looks like something that could be exhibited in the Tate Modern (I know, it’s a basic opinion, but it’s true: TATE MODERN IS THE BEST MUSEUM IN LONDON), or honestly, the Design Museum, just for the genius that must go into the way these dresses move. Honestly, if I can see a goddess wearing anything, it’s more one of these looks than anything in the Dior collection. Like wife of Poseidon or something; I know it’s not very feminist of me to not know the Greek Goddess of the sea’s name but I only know who Poseidon is because I was a Percy Jackson fan back in the day so let me live.
It’s not like the whole under-the-sea theme is particularly new, Zimmerman did something similar last RTW (I think? Correct me if I’m wrong), but these constructions could’ve grown out of the sea bed themselves, which is more of an original take than “oo, blue and white and frothy hemlines!”. Additionally, we’ve got these dresses with the overlapping almost plaited fabric that are-we’re sticking with the goddess references here-fit for Persephone ruling over hell. As for the Grudge-looking dress (fourth down, far left), I could be reaching, but is anyone else seeing that as a nod to the oil spills polluting our oceans? Because that would just add yet another layer to this collection.
Regardless, it’s all impeccable and I’m in love. Iris Van Herpen as a MET Gala theme. Make it happen.
Anyway, to end on a high note, that’s it for this post!
Sorry it’s such a sudden cut-off but Jean Paul Gaultier was due to be my second to last to review and due to it being the final show, there’s an onslaught of photos that would not fit with what’s already in this post. Plus, I’d rather start a post with Jacquemus then end it as I feel like there’s a lot of hype around his collections online right now so 1). it’s clickbait (for what, I do not know, as I’m not exactly making any money off this blog, just losing my sanity as it transpires when Tumblr accidentally terminated it earlier today and I had a minor breakdown) and 2). this Steve Buscemi meme is the most accurate representation of only 21 year old me to grace the internet:
I will aim to post part 2/2 in the next week, including JPG, as I just mentioned, the Jacquemus co-ed show, Margiela, Valentino and more, and as always, thank you for anyone who read until the end! You are an angel:-)
Lauren x
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Solar System playlist
Look up!
It’s a bird!
It’s a plane!
It’s....the Solar System playlist.
Click play here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC18LD_V5saMr7QzWS1Q3VAU6
What’s out there beyond our own planet?
A mystery at every turn. Mercury to Pluto. The Sun and the Moon, even Phobos gets a mention here.
So come by the Neptune Towers and enjoy this Solar System playlist.
SOLAR SYSTEM
001 Amorphis - Far From The Sun
002 The Beatles - here comes the sun
003 Swans - Song For The Sun
004 Mastodon - Once More 'Round The SunStiff Little Fingers
005 Soundgarden - Black Hole Sun
006 Isaac Hayes - Driving In The Sun
007 Tom Petty - dark of the sun
008 DREAMTIME - Sun
009 Circus Diablo - Red Sun Rising
010 Tiamat - The Sun Also Rises
011 Covenant - Bringer of the sixth sun
012 Agoraphobic Nosebleed - hung from the rising sun
013 Alice in Chains - When the Sun Rose Again
014 Lindemann - Children Of The Sun
015 Paradise Lost - Return to the Sun
016 Popol Vuh - Morning Sun
017 Spiritual Beggars - Blood Of The Sun
018 Queens Of The Stone Age - My God Is The Sun
019 TREMENTINA - Kisses in your eyes (Almost Reach The Sun )
020 Voivod - Divine Sun
021 Blues Pills - Little Sun
022 Neurosis - Enemy of the Sun
023 Extol - Behold The Sun
024 Septic Flesh - Infernal Sun
025 Lamb of God - Straight For The Sun
026 Ensemble Economique - Red For The Sun
027 Black Sabbath - Under The Sun
028 Jesu - Opiate Sun
029 Orchid - Into the Sun
030 The Young Gods - Kissing The Sun
031 Iron Maiden - brighter than a thousand suns
032 Swans - I Am the Sun
033 Therion - Son Of The Sun
034 Sun Ra - Sun song
035 Pink Floyd - eclipse
036 Mike Patton - Eclipse Of The Sun
037 Bonnie Tyler - Total eclipse of the heart
038 God Is An Astronaut - First Day Of Sun
039 Elton John - Don’t let the sun go down on me
040 Eddie Fisher - Sunrise, Sunset
041 Hopscotch Songs - The Planets of our Solar System Song
042 Michael Schenker Group - Blood Of The Sun
043 Iron Maiden - total eclipse
044 Solefald - Sun I Call
045 Man or Astro-Man? - Antimatter Man
046 Kreator - when the sun burns
047 Creedence Clearwater Revival - bad moon rising
048 George Harrison - beware the darkness
049 Heretoir - To Follow The Sun
050 Cat Stevens - Moonshadow
051 Hypocrisy - Adjusting the Sun
052 Rush - Between Sun & Moon
053 Manfred Mann - blinded by the light
054 Sevendust - Black Out The Sun
055 Sunbeam Sound Machine - Real Life
056 Bill Withers - Ain’t no sunshine
057 Gwar - They Swallowed the Sun
058 Katatonia - Ghost Of The Sun
059 The Beatles - I’ll follow the sun
060 Sammy Hagar - little eclipse/sunshine
061 Stevie Wonder - you are the sunshine of my life
062 Pink Floyd - fat old sun
063 Sun Ra - Sunology
064 Mystic Sunship - out there
065 Cream - sunshine of my love
066 Diesto - High As The Sun
067 Sunwølf - SOlar
068 Kyuss - Molten Universe
069 Moonspell - Shadow sun
070 Neurosis - A Sun That Never Sets
071 Therion - An Arrow From The Sun
072 Candlemass - The Killing Of The Sun
073 Xandria - Kill The Sun
074 Morgoth - Drowning Sun
075 Primordial - Wield Lightning to Split the Sun
076 Lake of Tears -When My Sun Comes Down
077 Jackie DeShannon - Where Does The Sun Go
078 Peter Criss - Down With The Sun
079 Walker Brothers - The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Anymore
080 Devin Townsend - Midnight Sun
081 Sigh - Midnight Sun
082 Black Label Society - Dark Side of the Sun
083 AMORPHIS - Moon and sun
084 Cynic - Moon Heart Sun Head
085 Sun Ra - Planet Earth
086 David Lynch - Sun Can't Be Seen No More Sarah No More
087 Opeth - Moon Above, Sun Below
088 The Eternal - A Quiet Death of The Sun
089 High On Fire - The Sunless Years
090 The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Third Stone From The Sun
091 Bruce Dickinson - Navigate The Seas of The Sun
092 Voivod - Mercury
093 Melechesh - Of Mercury And Mercury
094 Gustav Holst - Mercury, the Winged Messenger
095 Clutch - Mercury
096 Soilwork - Mercury shadow
097 Satyricon - Mental Mercury
098 Moonspell - Moon in mercury
099 Poisonblack - Mercury Falling
100 Alejandro Jodorowsky, Ronald Frangipane & Don Cherry - Venus (Vond)
101 Boney M - Nightflight to Venus
102 Red Hot Chili Peppers - Subway To Venus Nihal Chahdi
103 The Nefilim - Venus Decomposing
104 Electric Wizard -Venus In Furs
105 Popol Vuh - Venus Principle
106 Bananarama - Venus Venus Mosquera
107 Apocalyptica - The Shadow of Venus
108 Archgoat - Sodomator Of The Doomed Venus
109 Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio - Phosphorus Ascending Anthem of Venus
110 Gustav Holst - Venus, the Bringer of Peace
111 Billy Idol - Venus
112 Boyd Rice - Between Venus and Mars
113 Dee D. Jackson - Venus, the goddess of love
114 Therion - Dark Venus Persephone
115 T-Rex - Venus loons
116 Television - Venus
117 Paul McCartney and Wings - Venus and Mars & Rock Show -
118 Theatre of Tragedy - Venus
119 David Bowie - Space oddity
120 The Byrds - Spaceman
121 To-Mera - Earthbound
122 Borknagar - Inherit the Earth
123 Devin Townsend - Earth
124 William Shatner - Planet Earth
125 Clutch - Earth Rocker Jen Rocker
126 DEVO - Planet Earth
127 Misfits - Earth AD
128 Les Baxter - Earth light
129 Louis and Bebe Barron - Come Back to Earth with Me
130 Tristania - Tender Trip on Earth
131 Joseph Arthur & The Lonely Astronauts - Lonely Astronaut
132 Voivod - Target Earth
133 Samael - Son of Earth
134 Billy Preston - Space race
135 Alice Cooper - Last Man On Earth
136 Agalloch - ...and the Great Cold Death of the Earth
137 Deep Purple - space truckin
138 Steve Miller Band - space cowboy
139 Crowbar - Liquid Sky And Cold Black Earth
140 Jesu - Mother Earth
141 Devin Townsend - Earth Day
142 Animals as Leaders - Earth Departure
143 Amorphis - Enchanted by the Moon
144 Goatsnake - House of the Moon
145 Elton John - Rocket man
146 Cramps - Rock On The Moon
147 The Stranglers - Rok It To The Moon (Bonus Track)
148 Frank Sinitra - fly me to the moon
149 Blood Ceremony - Drawing Down the Moon
150 Elvis Presley - flaming star
151 Les Baxter - The other side of the moon
152 In Flames - Moonshield
153 Ozzy Ozbourne - bark at the moon
154 Fields Of The Nephilim - Moonchild
155 Iron Maiden - Moonchild
156 Blue Oyster Cult - stairway to the stars
157 Voivod -Moonbeam Rider
158 The Black Crowes -Black Moon Creeping
159 Grand Magus - Silver Moon
160 AC DC - next to the moon Craig Norman
161 Manilla Road - fires on Mars James Daniel danke
162 Alejandro Jodorowsky, Ronald Frangipane & Don Cherry - Marz (Esla)
163 Entombed A.D. - Down To Mars To Ride
164 Grateful Daed - dark star
165 Orange Goblin - Return To Mars
166 Ascension of the Watchers - Mars becoming
167 Styx - come sail away
168 Faith No More - Woodpecker From Mars
169 Kreator - Mars Mantra
170 The Misfits - Mars Attacks
171 Gustav Holst - Mars, the Bringer of War
172 Judas Priest - invader
173 Electric Wizard - Priestess Of Mars
174 Queen - Flash Gordon
175 Stone Temple Pilots - First Kiss On Mars
176 Hoodoo Gurus - mars needs guitars
177 War Of The Worlds ~ The Eve of the War
179 Noble Jackals, Penny Dreadfuls and the Systematic Dehumanization of Cool - Mars Needs Women
180 Alice Cooper - Might As Well Be On Mars
181 Total Recall Jerry Goldsmith - First Dream (Total Recall)
182 Laibach -Mars On River Drina
183 Lantlôs - Neige de Mars
184 The Misfits - Teenagers From Mars
185 Voivod - Phobos
186 2001_ A Space Odyssey Theme Song (Also sprach Zarathustra)
187 Covenant - Planetary black elements
188 Killing Joke - Asteroid
189 Kyuss - Asteroid
190 Alejandro Jodorowsky, Ronald Frangipane & Don Cherry - Jupiter (Clen)
191 Blues Pills - Jupiter
192 Samael - Jupiterian Vibe
193 Earth Wind & Fire - Jupiter
194 Tumbleweed - Jupiter Aje Morris
195 The Cure - Jupiter Crash
196 Devin Townsend - Jupiter
197 Gustav Holst - Jupiter, the Bringer of Jollity
198 Celestial Season - Jupiter
199 KATAKLYSM - EMBRACING EUROPA
200 David Bowie - I Took A Trip On a Gemini Spaceship
201 Isao Tomita - Space Fantasy
202 The Misfits - Lost in Space
203 Gwar - Lust In Space
204 Alejandro Jodorowsky, Ronald Frangipane & Don Cherry - Saturn (Sal)
205 Älgarnas Trädgård - Rings Of Saturn
206 Electric Wizard - Saturn Dethroned
207 Les Baxter - [ Saturday night on saturn
208 While Heaven Wept - Saturn And Sacrifice
209 Ash Pool - On The Rings Of Saturn Adam And Eve Conceive Cain
210 Scott Kelly - Saturn's Eye
211 Gustav Holst - Saturn, the Bringer of Old Age Ximenenes Y. Zeroth
212 Samael - Born Under Saturn
213 The Devil's Blood -Everlasting Saturnalia
214 Stevie Wonder - Saturn
215 Circle - Saturnus Reality
216 R.E.M. - Saturn Return
217 The B-52's - There's A Moon In The Sky (Called The Moon)
218 Fu Manchu - Saturn III
219 National Geographic Space Kit - The Eerie Sounds Of Saturn
220 AYREON - To the Solar System
221 Voivod - Meteor
222 Alejandro Jodorowsky, Ronald Frangipane & Don Cherry - Uranus (Berg)
223 Klaatu- Anus Of Uranus
224 Arcturus - Kinetic
225 Gustav Holst - Uranus, the Magician
226 Cathedral - Suicide Asteroid
227 Movie Moment - Contact (First Contact) OST
228 Alejandro Jodorowsky, Ronald Frangipane & Don Cherry - Neptune (Axon)
229 Lisa Gerrard - Neptune
230 Neptune Towers - To Cold Void Desolation
231 Fu Manchu - Neptune's Convoy
232 Altar of Plagues - Neptune Is Dead
233 Lenny Breau - Neptune
234 Gustav Holst - Neptune, the Mystic
235 Darkthrone - Neptune Towers.
236 Neptune Sounds - Celestial Love Songs (NASA Voyager Recordings)
237 Jimi Hendrix - Valleys Of Neptune
238 Vista Chino - Planets 1 & 2
239 DEATH - Vacant Planets
240 Black Sabbath - Planet Caravan
241 ZZ Top - Planet of Women
242 Alejandro Jodorowsky, Ronald Frangipane & Don Cherry - Pluto (Lute)
243 Alchemist - Brumal - A View From Pluto
244 B 52s - Hallucinating Pluto
245 Charlie Hunter - Astronaut Love Triangle
246 YES - Arriving by UFO
247 Ramones - Zero Zero UFO
248 Jefferson Airplane - Have you seen the saucers
249 saxon - watching the sky
250 Devin Townsend - Planet smasher
666 Voivod - Moonbeam Rider
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#solar system#solar system playlist#songs about space#songs about planets#uranus#phobos#venus#planet songs#space music#planets
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What songs remind you of Jackie and Hyde? I was listening to Fooled around and fell in love by Elvin Bishop and it just reminded me of them. Its like Hyde's song to Jackie. Its such a cute song that a sad Hyde would play for Jackie.
I have basically all the songs from Peter Quill’s awesome mix on my playlist, I’ve listened to this song dozens of times, and I’ve never made the connection! God, sometimes I feel really stupid. This song screams Hyde!!
And oh my God, so many songs remind me of Jackie and Hyde! But the first one that comes to my mind is (and always will be lol) Undisclosed Desires by Muse. Another Muse song that reminds me of them is Muscle Museum, it’s angsty, but it reminds me of Jackie and Hyde’s breakups.
There’s also She’s a Rainbow by The Rolling Stones (I can totally see Hyde telling Jackie how much this song reminds him of her, and also, the piano in this song always makes me smile lol), Thank You by Led Zeppelin (they definitely danced to that song on their wedding), 505 by Arctic Monkeys, Miss You by The Rolling Stones, Line Without a Hook by Ricky Montgomery, She is Love by Parachute, Love of My Life by Queen and honestly, many, many more that I can’t seem to remember at the moment.
And basically, about 80% of Taylor Swift’s songs (LIKE FOR REAL THOUGH).
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T7S Writers and the Stories We’re Excited About Writing
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springsteenicious said: YES! Every time I write for The Queen Of All My Dreams, I want to tell everyone everything about it. Especially now that I’m getting close to the climax and the big reveal. It’s so exciting and it makes me so happy writing it. This is by far one of my favorite things I’ve ever written.
Your excitement for this story comes through with every post you make about it; and the more I learn about it, the more I want to read it. 🌟
It seems to be exactly the kind of T7S story I’ve been waiting for (someone else to write, lol).
carouselunique said: Yes! Besides One More Time obviously, which I’m trying to work hard to make as good as possible since it’s my first fanfic, I’ve discussed my Infinity Train fanfic with you, which I’m tempted to share the idea of on Tumblr, and a couple of others I have up my sleeve that just make me buzz with excitement when I think of writing them and sharing them!
I am hungry for more of your T7S fics (my eyes would eat them, and my brain would digest them). So I’m happy you’re inspired to keep writing. 😍 Your imagination comes up with intriguing plot scenarios and character combinations, which -- for me, combined with your narrative voice -- separates your stories from those that tread the same ground ad infinitum.
To readers: see this post for what she did share about one of her fics-in-the-works.
I understand why people want to explore the same or similar subject matter (e.g., the horror that is season 8, missing moments from the series, etc.), but often the narrative doesn’t have enough of a unique angle or voice to draw me in. (Fortunately, a lot more people than me read T7S fanfic, so just because I’m not drawn in doesn’t mean those stories don’t have worth or aren’t entertaining).
zepellin-and-unicorns said: YESSSS. I am working on two new stories and oh my God it’s so hard to keep my mouth shut about them. I promised myself I wouldn’t post them until they were finished because they’re very complex stories but I’m dying! Can’t wait to share them, seriously
That’s awesome! ❤️ And smart to wait until they’re finished before posting them. You’ve got two major stories going already that readers are clamoring to read more of (also awesome). You’ll be under so much pressure if you put more out now (not awesome 😅).
But I completely understand how frustrating it is to wait -- even to share any tidbits about them. If the timing is too early for hints, it can kill (or dull) the momentum. Of course, if you want to drop the tiniest hint about either of the stories ... 👀
I’ve been working on two complex T7S fics for years. They’re both stories close to my heart but totally different in pretty much every way. I’m three-ish chapters away from being able to post one of them. Then I’ve got to write and draw the next batch of @those70scomics. Then, likely, I’ll be very busy with a major life event. But knowing I’ll get to work on the second story again on the other side of that life event is a mental-emotional anchor.
Also, since Jackie Stargazer (the story I’ll be putting out next) is ridiculously long (but well-paced, I hope), it’ll make up for the fact I haven’t put out any new fics since 2019.
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