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Toji’s music taste
headcanons
Headcanons on what songs or music i think toji would like but it’s really just what i like bc i’m lazy and don’t wanna look up new songs.
warnings: none??? some mentions of sex but no details, not proofread, literally none??
☆ Just gotta say one thing… this man was in his prime life in the 2000s…. He was listening to songs that are older than me 🥸
☆ okay Megumi canonically listens to weezer so i think he got some of his music taste from Toji. (i think almost everyone that develops a liking for rock gets it from childhood roadtrips with their dad)
☆ Toji only plays his music in the car.. he can’t stand the radio. …100% played buddy holly and meg picked up on it
☆ it’s mostly alternative and rock with the occasional hip/hop songs but he doesn’t really like new music, he’s an oldie after all
☆ he definitely listens to Coldplay oh my god i think that would probably be one of his favorite bands bc their songs are soft and helps him fall asleep (literally me)
☆ his favorite coldplay song is clocks bc he’s a little basic but it’s the most classic song like??
☆ he taps to the beat of any song on the steering wheel and only mouths the lyrics bc he doesn’t like his singing voice.
☆Toji and deftones >>>>>>> he definitely went to their concerts (his favorite songs are birthmark and rosemary)
☆ Is the type to act surprised when a good song comes on and put the volume on blast while saying “Oh shit” even though it’s his own playlists
☆ his gym playlist consists of heavy metal or rock songs that get him in the mood to use all his strength. (and some phonk songs bc he likes to pretend he’s in a movie but he’d never admit that.) so a lot of Metallica, Type O negative, Pantera, and Slipknot
☆ I GET MAJOR TOJI VIBES WHEN I LISTEN TO ‘I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU’ BY THREE DAYS GRACE!!!!!!!
☆ as for hip/hop he likes in da club by 50 cent and and without me by Eminem. those real 2000s vibe songs. none of the new stuff. He actually really does like Eminem.
☆ like??? 3am by Eminem just sounds like him… real villain shit
☆ he also really likes outcast. so fresh so clean is his songgggg. He holds his fist up like a fake mic and says “don’t you think i’m so sexy i’m just so fresh so clean” then holds it up to your lips for you to say “so fresh and so clean clean” and he won’t move his hand until you say it. also quotes “the coolest motherfuckers on the planet” randomly.
☆ he prefers r&b songs for his sex playlist. slow and sensual songs. and one joke song that he plays Russian roulette with when he presses shuffle. It absolutely kills your mood but he laughs his ass off when you’re in the middle of fucking and all of a sudden the speakers are blaring “you get the limo out front… hottest styles, every shoe, every color.”
☆ This mf got a Hanna Montana song from your nostalgia playlist and thought it would be funny to include in the sex playlist…
☆ Okay Toji is the type of guy to not play music in the shower bc he’s a psycho and just takes 3 minute showers (we all know he doesn’t wanna rack up that water bill) BUT when he does.. it’s a quick playlist filled with songs he doesn’t really like so he can hurry up and get out.
☆ Okay the songs I feel like he’d actually listen to are way different than songs for the vibes he gives off…
☆ He gives off major ‘she knows’ vibes by Ne-Yo, and it’s because of that one edit on tiktok… lord bless those editors for taking two second clips of Toji and making it something so scrumptious
☆ ‘monster’ by lady Gaga is another vibe bc “he ate my heart” that part reminds me of him for some reason… he can eat more than just my heart :)))))))
☆ also ‘lights down low’ by maejor and ‘no hands’ by waka flocka.. literally frat boy vibes but its so fanon him right???
☆ any phonk song reminds me of him because tell me he wouldn’t listen to that shit just to get in the zone????
☆ the lost soul down (specifically the sped up version) is just so himmmmmm <33… again it’s probably because of all the edits but still!!
☆ shine dreams (also the sped up version) idk who it’s by there’s so many versions lol but just any song like that >>>
☆ I also think of him when I listen to ‘level7’ by OSAKA… idk something about it…
That’s all I have for now :)
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☆SONGS THAT REMIND THEM OF YOU | sakusa kiyoomi, atsumu miya, osamu miya, tsukishima kei, hinata shoyo, sugawara koshi
cw - none
sakusa is definitely the type to listen to music when he cleans. the type of music he listens to however…i personally think he listens to like classics and oldies in several languages. more specifically he listens to french music. so imagine him wiping down windows of your shared apartment when la vie en rose by édith piaf comes on and he cannot help but smile at the thought of you. he immediately wonders what you’re doing in that moment even if he knows you’re at work or running errands
atsumu is obviously listening to music when he’s at the gym. he doesn’t wanna hear sweaty people working out. his gym playlist is just a curation of all of his favorite songs and there’s no single genre left out. he listens to everything and i mean everything. but the song i imagine him lip syncing to when he’s on the treadmill that causes him to smile a little bit is lost by frank ocean. he may not get the full message of the song but when he hears frank naming those major cities all he can think about his taking you to them.
osamu is making dinner for you guys with his music playing. he much unlike his brother has organized playlists for different things. when he’s cooking he really likes listening to jazz and soul music. every now and then just the two of us by grover washington, jr and bill withers comes on he is humming along while stirring whatever is in the pan in front of him and thinking about slow dancing around the living room with you. how lever you are still not out of the shower and he is still cooking.
tsukishima has a set playlist for songs that remind him do you. he has his headphones in almost 24/7. it was also his idea that you guys have a shared playlist on spotify. let’s not act surprised. out of the collection of songs though the one that actually makes himself smile the hardest and think do you because of the lyrics is kataomoi by aimer. the song is so sappy though so when you seen him smiling while his earphones are on and asks what he’s listening to. he’s either gonna lie and tell you a song that the complete opposite or just straight up say “nothing.”
shoyo is on his way to pick you up for a little date and when he gets stuck in traffic. he decides to turn his music up a little bit to entertain himself and when he hears the song that starts playing he grins so hard and turns it up even more. now he listens to almost everything as long as he thinks it’s catchy or likes the message of the song. sh hearing I THINK by tyler, the creator he immediately thinks of you because it played once on the radio when the two of you went to the states and he’s been hooked to it ever since. that song will always be connected to you and he will constantly think about how much fun he has with you all the time.
koshi loves playing music when he’s in his lunch break in his classroom. normally when students are in the room he just plays instrumentals so they don’t get too distracted but once they’re off at recess he switches over to his personal music. my jinji by sunset rollercoster plays and he immediately thinks about calling you hoping you’re not busy. this would be the only time he’d get to hear from you today until he gets home. so he does call you and take to you for a bit when you ask why he called he tells you “i was just thinking about you, that’s all.” and you just smile at each other for a moment. which gets cut short because now he has to go get his kids from recess 😒
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DTIYS for @bahbahhh's 1200 follower prompt
As always, there's a song that inspires my writing. Today I share an oldie, but what a goodie.
Where Do I Begin - love theme from "Love Story"
Where should I begin?
The story of our love is older than the Calamity. My memories of when we first met are foggy at best, but it wasn't pleasant from what she related to me. She told me once my silence drove her crazy, and apparently, my excuse was that wielding the Master Sword was the root cause of my quietude. I was a liar. That may have been the reason before she entered my life, but if she had any effect on me then as she does now, the truth is, she left me tongue-tied. I must have known then what I know now, that she was the only one for me.
Sometimes, I imagine those star-crossed lovers felt as I do now when they realized their time was running out.
Does it seem strange to you for me to think of them as entirely different people? It shouldn’t. Neither one of us was the same after one hundred years. I had no memories save the ones she spoon-fed me, and she was no longer the naive girl who had held Calamity Ganon at bay, waiting for me to awaken.
Ah, that’s difficult to think about.
The guilt that consumes me knowing I wasn’t strong enough to save her then or now, is insurmountable. She’d had to fight alone. All those naysayers, including her father, who belittled her, were proven wrong. Without her, Hyrule would have fallen one hundred-ten years ago. Without her, Hyrule would have collapsed when Ganondorf returned from the dead.
Without her, I’m nothing.
People call me the savior of Hyrule when, in all honesty, I had very little to do with it. Hyrule’s salvation floats, unseen above our heads, endlessly circling, searching for what she’s misplaced.
Something of her spirit must remain. I refuse to believe Mineru’s last words, that my Zelda’s mind and soul are forfeit to the cosmos. If that were so, she’d never have swooped in and saved me from the jaws of the Demon Dragon.
Why’d we go beneath the castle?
If I could take it all back, would I, knowing what waited in the depths? Perhaps we could have lived to the end of our days in blissful ignorance. Had the children we’d only just begun to talk and dream about. We deserved that, didn’t we? We’d already sacrificed twice for Hyrule.
This isn’t how it was supposed to end.
I try not to curse Hylia, but my heart has hardened, and faith seems unobtainable. Zelda wouldn’t like knowing I feel this way. She’d had faith I’d save Hyrule and had sacrificed her mortal soul to ensure my success.
I had faith—in her. Now, I’m lost in a void of moments when we lived and loved for a brief while. How can I move on? When all the best of me was lost when she sacrificed her beautiful soul in the hope that I’d triumph.
The cost was too steep, Zelda.
It’s been over five years since she fell into the chasm, disappearing in the blink of an eye. I never saw her again, the love of my life and my only reason for being. I can’t escape her memory. Her ghost remains everywhere I go, to haunt me by day and my dreams by night.
I can’t stand to linger in Hateno longer than necessary and never set foot in the house. It takes all my willpower to descend the ladder to her well to collect the few brightblooms that sprout there.
The home I began building in Akkala (back when I still had some hope that she’d return to me) is a complete lost cause. I haven’t visited there since the end. Seeing the empty study and gallery I built for her is too much to bear. The last letter from Hudson asked what I intended to do with the home. I told him to repurpose it into a school for Tarrytown.
She’d like that.
Shielding my eyes, I look to the sky in search of her. There she is–the Light Dragon. She drifts above me, her legs endlessly swimming in the air, and the crystal green eyes I love so much gaze back at me.
She’s still the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, and I’ll always love her whether she’s a human or a wyrm. There’s an old song that asks the question, how long can love last and be measured? Surely not by the hours in a day or a lifetime even. My devotion to her transcends time, space, and physical form. I’ll chase her, search for her, and cherish my Zelda until the stars burn away.
It’s my turn to rescue her, even if that means I die trying. I’ve scoured all of Hyrule and the Sky Islands, searching for a way to reverse her terrible fate. There’s only one more place that remains. If the answer to the riddle of how to save her is anywhere, it’ll be in the depths.
I’ll spend the remainder of my days searching for a way to save her. Because in the end, it’s always only been for her.
“Link!” Tulin’s voice, carried by the wind, breaks my reverie.
Glancing over my shoulder, I see he’s heading toward me. He nearly knocks us down with a bear hug when we collide. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him, and as he backs away, I realize he’s as tall as me.
He sees that I’ve noticed and smiles, turning his head. “Check this out! My braid is long. Kind of like yours. Looks cool, right?”
Yeah, it does, Tulin. He reminds me so much of Revali without any of the pomposity.
He’s the one I’ll miss the most and who will understand the least why I have to go. He’ll want to follow me if I tell him, and I can’t have that. He belongs here, in the sky, touched by the sun and moon. I can see his future, and it’s bright.
Before I go, I must spend these last few days with him, building brotherly camaraderie and making memories. Hopefully, he’ll fondly reflect on our time together and forgive me for leaving.
Pulling out my paraglider, I put on a happy face for him.
Race you!
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All i wanted.
Part Two.
Once again, there are no warnings.
Oh how you wished things would’ve ended differently. You never even knew things would end with Leon, The man you spent have of your life with. You’ve always envied Ada because…What did she have that you didn’t? Why did Leon always choose HER over YOU? And why couldn’t she just stay the fuck away. Then again, You couldn’t hate her, you just couldn’t. You never understood the hunger Leon had for Ada, You can give all the love to Leon but he’d still think about the woman in red.
It’s been a few weeks since the disaster between you and Leon. And of course he already moved on with Ada, She lived in the same house you lived in with Leon. She slept in the same bed with Leon, Watched movies on the same couch you sat in and ate at the kitchen table you once occupied. You on the other hand was all alone, Paying bills for an apartment you recently rented after staying with your parents for a while. It was bittersweet living by yourself because you loved it but then again, you absolutely hated being alone. Currently, you were sitting on a couch in front of a TV in your small living room holding a box. The last time you seen Leon was a week ago when you went back to collect all of your stuff you had there, He didn’t even bother to look or talk to you which made you upset. But this particular box was special to you, to special. It was a medium sized box with all of the trinkets and letters you kept from Leon when the two of you first ‘fell in love’. You fucking hated but loved Leon and you hated yourself for that because you knew you could do better, but it would be hard to get over this heartbreak.
You carefully took the lid of the box off, setting it to the side as you saw a bunch of old letters, notes, trinkets and polaroid pictures. You sighed heavily while staring at everything that laid in the box while you gently dug through the box, getting a certain note at the very bottom. The note was still in the envelope that was now a bit crunched up and old looking as you took the note out, placing the envelope back inside the box, then unfolding the note.
“To:The most beautiful girl in the world/ From: Leon.
You are my heart, my soul, my forever, my treasure, my today, my tomorrow and my future. I love every bit of you and i love you for being able to put up with me, without you i’d be lost. From the day i laid my eyes on you, I knew that you were incredibly unique. I did not realize it then, but i recognize now that you are gods extraordinary gift of love to me. Thank you for being such a blessing to me when i was lost in the dark, i thank you for everything. You are truly a masterpiece, It’s like your an art piece strung up on a wall, an art piece i can stare at all day long. You are now a part of me so i figured i’d write this to show you how much i truly love and adore you Y/N.”
A few tear drops fell onto the paper, making it a bit damp as you folded it back up and put it back into the envelope. You put the note back into the box as you grabbed a few old polaroid photos, wiping the tears on your face as you giggled looking at one of the first photos. The first picture you seen was an oldie but it was still a goodie. You were on the bed, laying on your stomach while Leon was laying on top of your back, biting your shoulder with a goofy face while you were laughing. The second picture was when you got a perfect shot of Leon slipping in the kitchen since you poured oil on the ground as a prank to get back at him for scaring the hell out of you. You laughed looking at the photos as you then looked at the third one, Instantly smiling as tears still rolled down your face. You were hugging Leon from behind while he had a full face of makeup since he let you do it for fun, He was smiling as you were as well.
You then looked up to the ceiling, Feeling more hot tears stream down your face while you felt your throat closing up, feeling as if you just threw up your whole heart. If only you knew sooner, you wouldn’t have fallen for such a wicked, cruel, sick game. Damn you Leon, Damn you.
Not every story has a happy ending.
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I Like Your Mind (Sam Winchester x Reader fluff, part 2)
Summary: A short story about how you started seeing Sam in a brand new light aka liking him. Part 2: losing your damn mind
You can read part 1 HERE
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Warnings: none
Word count: 1063
Note: Another oldie from me. Tbh not my best work but hey...it’s cute...I think. Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)
Ever since that night you couldn’t stop thinking about Sam…Your mind was just Sam, Sam, and Sam. Why? You didn’t know. It just kind of happened. You were already really good friends. Would it kill him to be more than just friends?
Ever since that night things got a little bit awkward between the two of you. Of course Sam was completely oblivious and you were too busy freaking out. Every time he would talk to you, you would blush or just nervously play with your sleeves and rings. Every time he’d get close to you, your heart would just stop. He was so smart and generally a very good person with a kind heart and soul. Just being friends with him was a blissful torture, you didn’t want to end but at the same time you wanted more.
These thoughts had kept you up almost every single night. “Does he like me? Should I just tell him? Why?” All of these questions and no answers… You had known him for almost 10 years, why would your brain decide to fuck you up now? The world was a mess and you were in love…or something you couldn’t explain. One night, as usual, you couldn’t sleep. It was almost 2am and you craved ice cream and cuddles. You could only have one…
Ugh Christ .
You left your warm and lonely bed, put a sweater on and went to the kitchen. When you got your vanilla ice cream you noticed a light in the living room. Someone was watching TV…
You secretly wished it was Sam but your luck wasn’t working…instead you saw his brother with a bottle of whiskey and left over French fries in his hands, wearing his dead guy robe, lost in the world of dr. sexy…of course. Dean was like a brother to you, he was your rock, you just had one tiny problem that was slowly driving you crazy…Sam Winchester was his brother.
“Hey.” You said and sat next to him. “Can’t sleep?”
“Nope. What’s up with you?”
“Just craving some ice cream.” You took a big spoon and shoved it in your mouth.
“At 2am? You look like a sad puppy. Spill it out.”
He had seen right through you. Even though you knew how to hide your feelings pretty well during the day, at night was a whole different story. When the Sun goes down, your mood is low and your thoughts are restless…
“Nothing just life…”
He looked at you with a “don’t bullshit me” expression on his face as he took a sip of his deadly drink. “Did someone die?”
“No.”
“Did someone banged then dump you?”
“For fuck sake Dean no.”
Then it hit him…
“Oh…”
“What?” You said feeling the anxiety kicking in.
“I forgot you like my brother.”
“What?!”
“Scoreeeeee.” He was such a child sometimes.
WHAT?! “How do you know?”
“When he came from his morning run all sweaty yesterday, you were drooling. You were more than obvious…”
“Crap. It’s not my fault your brother is perfect.” A sigh left your lips as you felt the embarrassment now kicking in. You just ruined everything. Those stupid feelings were now going to ruin everything you had with Sam and your ability to hunt like a true professional. Love makes us do crazy things and sometimes those things get the best of us.
“First of all, no and second, why don’t you just talk to him?”
“I don’t want to ruin everything. He’s my friend, my family I don’t want to fuck it up over a lame little crush.”
“Dude…” Dean laughed.
“What,dude?”
“He likes you, you idiot.”
“Yeah sure.” You said now feeling like complete shit. Dean maybe thought Sam had more than friendly feelings towards you but you knew better. It seemed far too unreal.
“You don’t believe me?”
“Nope.”
“He told me (Y/N).”
You froze completely. It was like someone poured a mixture of euphoria and anxiety in your brain and not so gently mixed everything up and confused you. “He- he did?”
“Well not directly but he asked me if something is wrong with you because you have been acting strange lately around him.”
“That doesn’t prove-“
“I also caught him checking out your ass multiple times.” He cut you off.
“I still don’t believe you, I’m going to bed.”
“Good night you ass.”
“Good night idiot.” You said and gave him a peace sign before you left the room and went to bed.
You had finally managed to get couple of hours of sleep without any problems. You haven’t had any bad dreams…or any dreams at all; it was just a blissful black hole your brain was in. You didn’t mind it really, besides your dreams were most of the time more fucked up than your entire life.
******
As you lazily opened your eyes, you noticed only darkness. You had to pee. First you looked at clock that said 5am. “Two hours without waking up? Nice.” You thought as you left your room to go to the bathroom. Your eyes were half closed and you were still in clouds. Once you were done, you thought you went to your room. As you laid on the bed you thought it was yours, you noticed something moving. The covers were warm as you thought for a split second “Why does my bed feel different?” You were too tired to answer your own question so you decided to ignore it. You maybe went to Dean’s room by mistake, he was two doors next to you and between the two of you was Sam’s room. You snuggled against the warm body and fully closed your eyes. As soon as you started to drift the body lying next to you moved. You felt strong hands wrapped around you pulling you closer to him. Something was off…
“(Y/N)?” You heard his voice as he whispered into your ear. But it wasn’t Dean.
“Sam?” You were wide awake now. Fully aware of what just happened your brain wanted you to just leave, but your heart…”I’m sorry I missed my room.” You said lazily. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No.” He said and placed a kiss on your neck. As his lips touched your skin you could feel yourself blushing in pinch black. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Me too Sammy. Good night.”
“Good night.”
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Due South Fic Recs... Time for Three, MORE LATER & I LOVE THIS PHOTO!!!
Very fun oldies page. Lots of hurt and comforts. This one with a hurt Ray V after a case, Fraser on the hunt, and friendship issues.
That's my jam ok.
Fixed with dropbox but weirdly my website link for it and the other fics page was fine, only on iphone did it seem to register spam? I don't get it.
I recced before and I will again. This is like top five favorite Due South fanfic here. I read this often. It's the Fraser angst. And the depth they give to his interactions with everyone. With his potential grief. With his going against duty and his dad and going so hard at the case entirely still in character though. With the team up and scenes with Huey. With the ending that makes me so happy.
Anyways read this!
This is the one fic I will rec forever grateful to have seen and saved. I made a Dropbox just for this! Because this fic deserves to be seen. From the gone Yahoo Groups, I stumbled on this while first in fandom and it has owned my soul.
I don't really have words to convey for how it makes me feel. I find it beautiful because it seems outside and yet canon. The way the author wrote was like feeling and seeing the characters. The quietness of a simple and yet not, heartbreaking and yet comforting, reflective moment of their friendship. And the point of Due South to me. That friendship and love sits in the weight of these guy's lives, in what they and the show want to give, and together, if someone feels lost, the hopeful message that you do have to overcome and live life for yourself yes, your demons or past and present sadness's, but love is there, you don't face it alone.
Yeah that's a ramble but S.T. Possum you made something so special to at least one fan.
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My media this week (7-13 Apr 2024)
📚 STUFF I READ 📚
🥰 If This Is As Far As We Go (BeauRadley) - 124K, stucky no-powers AU - after a year of being phenomenal hookup buddies, bucky ends their arrangement & throws steve into a tailspin - slow burn, angsty, oblivious steve slowly realizing his true feelings, good supporting cast
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💖💖 +76K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖
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Hot Ones - Conan O'Brien
QI - series S, ep 13
Game Changer - s6, e5 {Bingoception}
Um, Actually - s9, e4
D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Dawn of Justice" (s21, e14)
D20: Adventuring Party - "We're Running on 200%" (s16, e14)
Death In Paradise - s11, e4-8; s12 e0-8, s13 e0-8
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The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Brown Mountain Lights
Short Wave - The Order Your Siblings Were Born in May Play a Role in Identity and Sexuality
⭐ Code Switch - How Frederick Douglass launched generations of Black and Irish solidarity
⭐ Decoder Ring - Can the “Bookazine” Save Magazines?
⭐ Imaginary Worlds - African Sci-Fi Looks to a Future Climate
Worlds Beyond Number - WWW #11: Promises Promises
Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - Fireside Chat for WWW ep11 "Promises Promises"
What Next: TBD - Does Google Suck Now?
Short Wave - What To Know About The New EPA Rule Limiting 'Forever Chemicals' In Tap Water
Code Switch - Reflecting on the legacy of O.J. Simpson
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Atlas Obscura Live: Two Places And A Lie
Dear Prudence - I Lost a Lot of Weight and Now I Enjoy Being a Mean Girl. Help!
It's Been a Minute - The car culture wars; plus, the problem with child stars
Endless Thread - RIP Lil Miquela
Shedunnit - You Probably Imagined It!
Armchair Expert - John Cena
Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - [One Shot] A County Affair: Prologue
🎶 MUSIC 🎶
Presenting Bonnie Raitt
Lowrider Oldies
Huge House Anthems
Djo
Classic Soul BBQ
A LA SALA [Khruangbin] {2024}
Presenting Khruangbin
Happy Beats
'80s One-Hit Wonders
Feel-Good Classic Rock
#sunday reading recap#bookgeekgrrl's reading habits#bookgeekgrrl's soundtracks#death in the spires#no surprise that kj charles can write the *fuck* out of a mystery#bunt! striking out on financial aid#we had a power outage so i decided to read an actual physical book!#comics & graphic novels are really the only physical books i read these days#fanfic ftw#dropout tv#got all caught up on death in paradise which i continue to watch with 50% affection 50% annoyance#mfred tipped me off to khruangbin and i love them#bonnie raitt#djo#vibe check podcast#switched on pop podcast#99% invisible podcast#decoder ring podcast#all songs considered podcast#code switch podcast#imaginary worlds podcast#armchair expert podcast#shedunnit podcast#worlds beyond number podcast#worlds beyond number: fireside podcast#wikihole podcast#endless thread podcast#it's been a minute podcast#the atlas obscura podcast#the sporkful podcast
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《Itadori! F! Reader x Tokyo Revengers》
《CROSSPOSTED TO WATTPAD!》
《WARNINGS!: copied some things from the manga, slight fluff, humorous behavior, Mikey kind of being creepy, curse words, mentions of violence, slight mention of death, crossover jjk x tr.》
"(Name)! Guess what? You'll be going to Shibuya! There's a curse in Mizu middle school, so you're gonna have to pretend to be a third-year, lol!" Gojo said enthusiastically, throwing up a peace sign as (Name) stood up quickly in shock, face pale and mouth opened to let out a surprised yell.
"Ehh?! Gojo-senei, what?!" (Name) sputtered, waving her arms around frantically while Gojo laughed wildly, throwing his head back before taking in a deep breath and grinning.
"Yup! Those oldies let me finally give you your own mission! Since it's supposed to be just a small curse, I just packed your bag for a few days and deposited ¥200,000 (€1,282.00, $1,441.85) into your bank account! I already rented an apartment for the month too! Just call me when you're done and I'll come to get you when I can!" Gojo chuckled wildly, throwing luggage at the strong girl before grabbing her and teleporting to a car with a driver, throwing her in and waving goodbye as (Name) put her hands on the winds, getting handprints everywhere as she stared at him with disbelief before cryimg out in disbelief.
"GOJO-SENSEIIIIII!" Was heard, slowly fading out with the distance of the car.
"YO! My name is Itadori (Name)! I like girls like Jennifer Lawrence! Nice ta meetcha all! Hope we all get along!" (Name) grinned, her sentence shocking her temporary classmates before some laughed.
"Alright, class, settle down. Today, we'll be learning about..." The unimportant teacher said, before beginning to talk about some history and shit.
'Coming back to a normal school... It feels so weird...'
'Pink hair?'
"Yo! You're Hanagaki, right? I need to talk to you for a few minutes, kay?" (Name) grinned, putting her hand in the blonds shoulder, ignoring how he noticeably jumped, slowly turning his head to look at her with a pale face.
"H-huh..? Oh, yeah... Okay..." He said hesitantly, nodding his head as (Name) grinned bigger.
"Great! It won't take long at all!" She said, putting her hand down before getting a blank face and looking to the side of him.
'For a curse to be this big made by one person... How depressed is this guy?' (Name) thought, putting her hands into the sweater she had on. Typically, when a curse is made by just one person, it's tiny, practically fitting into the palm of your hand, but this guy had a curse the size of a growing Saint Bernard. She had seen it a few days ago, following the blond and sometimes even hanging off his shoulders, muttering something about saving 'Hina', and while she tried to talk to him, someone was always pulling either him or her away. She had already got the other small curses in the school, having stayed behind once with the excuse of waiting to know the school better.
"So, Hanagaki. Have you or your girlfriend been feeling stressed or terrified by something? I can recommend a doctor, she'll help you out. You seem very tense." (Name) started lightly, eyes crinkling as she grinned happily, though the marks under her eyes caught the males eyes.
"H-huh?! Uh, no! Not at all! Tests have just made me jumpy, haha!" Hanagaki attempted to say, though once (Name) lost her smile, he quickly stopped.
"... Hanagaki, do you know anyone that can see 'ghosts'?" She said blandly, eyes basically looking into his soul while he shit himself.
"U-uhm... Not that I know of..." He stuttered, acting like a fucking weirdo in front of an upperclassman.
"Mhm... Well. Do you want a message, Hanagaki? Your shoulders are the worst." (Name) said, eyeing something on his shoulder closely, which made the blond look too.
'That curse... I need to get it!'
"Uh... I have a girlfriend." The blonde said blankly, making the girl tilt her head curiously.
"..? What about it? You need a message, it's like you're just dragging your head around. It's kinda sad." She said blandly, lowkey making the blond sad with an arrow through his heart, labeled 'sad'.
"... Sure. My neck hurts anyway." He said, both sitting on the stairs, though (Name) sat behind him, beginning to knead his shoulders while keeping a close eye on the curse, slowly inching closer and coating her hand in cursed energy.
Hitting a pressure point in his neck, (Name) knocked the blond out quickly and grabbed the small curse, exorcising it swiftly before she sighed, grabbing her phone out and pulling up Gojo's number to call him.
"Yo, Gojo! Got all the curses! I'm able to go back now, right?" She said, voice bland before she paled.
"Huh? Huh?! Wait, what do you mean I gotta stay for a month?!"
'Oh man... My shoulders feel so much better... Itadori-san works miracles... Wait... ITADORI-SAN-'
"Oh, you're finally awake! Thought you were gonna be asleep forever! Y'know, your phones' been buzzing for a couple minutes now. Think you should answer." She said, smiling as though she wasn't just losing her mind.
Turns out, due to recent spikes in gang activity, curses were beginning to spawn rapidly. So, until someone else (like Megumi, her best friend, or Nobara, her other best friend who would just make fun of her,) could come.
"H-huh? Oh! Thanks Itadori-san! See ya later!" Hanagaki said, getting up quickly and grabbing his phone from his pocket, bringing it up to answer the call.
.
.
.
Forgetting his schoolbag.
Dumbass.
"Hanagaki! Yo! Hanagaki?! Your schoolbag! Where are you?! Your girl said you hang out around here!.. HANAGAKI!!! COME GET YOUR SCHOOLBAG!!" (Name) shouted around, hoping that the blond would hear and pop up in a hurry. Hey, there's a sale at her favorite supermarket! She just wants to get ingredients for dinner tonight!
"Hey! Whatchu doing around these parts, girly?! Doncha know that this is Tokyo Manji territory?!" Three random ass delinquents popped up, one blond, one with brown hair, and one with black.
Toasty ass motherfuckers.
"I'm looking for a schoolmate! He left his bag behind and I wanna give it back to him!" She pouted aggressively, before the black haired delinquent paused and just told her a really smart idea.
"... Why don't you just wait for tomorrow? I mean, you'll give it back in time for classes, right?"
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.
.
You can tell that (Name) didn't really think about it.
"Oh yeah! Sorry. Seeya!" She said, dots for eyes as she turned around and began to walk away, before the piss haired blond finally came, running down stairs with another light haired blond following him.
"Wait! Itadori-san, wait! You got my schoolbag?!" He said, panting heavily while the other blond just watched.
"Well, yea. I mean, when you woke up you kinda just left. I think you left your girlfriend behind too. That's fucked up man. Do better. Be better." She said, still having dots for eyes as she stared at the blond with heavy judgement. Well, before she looked at the other blond briefly and widened her eyes.
'How can a person have a curse that big?! What kinda fucked up childhood did he have?!'
'... I want to kill him.'
'Yeah, yeah, shut up Sukuna.'
"Hanagaki, can I get your number? To be honest, I kinda need help with homework and my classmates are douches. Or, if you have someone that could tutor me, can you give me their number?" (Name) stalled, eyes finally normal as she sweat dropped, looking away nervously as the other blond gazed at her with intense eyes. Fucking weirdo.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I can give you my girlfriends number. She's the smart one, so she'll probably be able to help. Wait. Aren't you a third-year though?" Hanagaki said, pulling out his phone before he questioned her, an eyebrow raising at the pink haired girl as he paused.
"Yeah... Well to be honest, my grandpa died a few months ago so I wasn't able to actually go to school. Cuz of that, now I don't know what I'm studying. Plus, I'm kinda dumb." She said, nervously smiling as the blonds stared heavily, one's eyes were intense and the others had pity. Dammit. One reason she didn't want to tell anyone.
"What about your parents?" The other blond finally spoke up, deciding not to be quiet anymore.
"Oh, they died a long time ago. It was just me and my pops for a couple of years." She replied blankly, lips pursed and looking away uncomfortably. The other delinquents were still there. Just. Standing there. Being fucking weirdos.
"... I like you. How about you be my girl?" Intense eyes finally spoke, smiling now as his eyes became crescents.
"..? No? Hanagaki, can you show me the number?" (Name) said blankly before she looked at Hanagaki, bringing her phone out to copy the number which he gave to her with shock.
"Alright. Welp, see ya tomorrow! Tell your girlfriend I'll text her!" She shouted as she walked off, waving her hand with a wide grin before bringing it down.
"Neh, Takemitchy... Your friend is funny."
'I should message Itadori-san when we should meet up. She's probably sitting around watching TV or reading manga again...' Hina thought, bringing out her phone and clicking on (Name)'s icon.
"Uhm... Excuse me... Do you... Know Itadori?"
"Wait! So this was you just half a year ago?! Incredible! How'd you do it?" Hina asked, stars in her eye as she stared at an old photo of (Name) and Yoko standing together, as if it was a graduation photo. (Name) was standing a few feet away from Yoko, who looked visibly different from the current her.
We love Yoko in this house.
"Oh, well, you know, I grew a bit, and because of the stress of moving and a new environment, I just... Lost weight..." Yoko said, trailing off sheepishly while she rubbed the back of her head with one hand, eyes closed as Hina smiled happily.
"Actually, that day was the only day I managed to gather the courage to ask her for a photo... I actually wanted to ask for her number and stuff too... But since I was moving to Tokyo, I didn't think it mattered in the end..." Toko blushed, clasping her hands together as she averted her eyes to look at them.
"When I saw her earlier, I thought that maybe since I changed... I could muster the courage to..." She trailed off again, though this time Hina had a shocked face.
"Oh. So it's like that?" Hina said, in a serious tone as she looked at Yoko with intense eyes.
"Mm. It's like that." Yoko repeated, eyebrows furrowing as she nodded.
The two girls sat across from each other in a cafe, faces deadly serious as they looked at each other. Before Yoko laughed, the two of them easing up as they ordered some desserts.
"To be honest, I don't know her all that well. But I can call my boyfriend, I think he knows her better than me, to be honest." Hina said sheepishly, pulling out her phone to call Takemichi while Yoko blushed.
"Okay... Um, you wouldn't know if anyone likes-" Yoko began, before getting cut off by Hina laughing.
"Sorry, sorry! Yeah, there is someone who likes her, but she doesn't like him in the slightest. In fact, I think she just thinks of him as a sibling." Hina chuckled, waiting until Takemichi answered while Yoko blushed again, looking down sheepishly in embarrassment.
"Wait, so she likes Itadori-san?" Takemichi asked, pointed at a sheepish Yoko while Hina grinned, nodding happily.
"Yep! Do you know what kind of people she likes?" Hina asked, making Takemichi think hard about what he heard about the older girl.
"Hm... I think I heard her say she likes tall girls..." Takemichi said, lost in thought while Yoko and Hina looked at each other with serious faces, high fiving each other before taking a quick drink of their beverages, acting as though they were out drinking.
"I'll tell her to come here now!" Hina said, taking her phone out quickly and messaging (Name).
"Alright!" Yoko shouted, nodding swiftly with a serious face.
Hina🍀
(Shared Location)
Come
-2:13
Itadori💪
Why
-2:13
Hina🍀
Come
-2:13
Itadori💪
Okay
-2:14
"So, why did you want me?" (Name) asked, suddenly popping up out of nowhere while Hina and Takemichi jumped, before she glanced at Yoko.
'Wait! I haven't told her about Yoko! She doesn't know that she looks different!-' Hina thought, making up a scenario where Itadori looks at Yoko, asking who she was before Yoko runs off crying.
"ITADORI! THIS IS-" Hina shouted, looking panicked before (Name) interrupted her.
"Hm? Oh, hey Yoko. Haven't seen ya in a while... What a big world..." (Name) murmured, holding a bag of toys and random fidgets, Hina and Takemichi holding up papers with a huge 10 on them, before Yoko looked at her with teary eyes.
'That's right... It wasn't ever about my weight...'
"Hey, Itadori! If you had to like someone, who would it be?"
"Hm... Ozawa."
"Huh? Why her? She's fat."
"Huh? But y'know, the way she eats and writes and stuff..."
"It's really elegant."
"I thought you like tall girls with big butts! Haha!"
"That's different! It's hard to eat fish properly! It's super impressive to do that!"
#tokyo revengers x female reader#tokyo revengers#manjiro sano#hanagaki takemichi#hinata tachibana#gojo satoru#yoko ozawa#mentions of other characters#mentions of violence#mentions of death#crack fic
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Weird question for the draconic oldies, or for I suppose anyone who would remember on the offhand chance, but does anyone remember a specific dragonkin who's spiritual background was something like their current consciousness is the result of the projection of their soul from their unconscious draconic body which is at a temple somewhere. Im asking because they at some point had a website too detailing their pantheon and some of the beliefs relevant to the realm (something like, 6 or 10 or so overarching crystalline draconic deities?)
Basically Im asking moreso for the website than their actual identity/ contact info out of curiosity sake, consider this my otherkin lost media moment
#this was easily at least 5-6 years ago and from the way they talked they seemed to have been active on forums#if it helps any I remember them being purple#im just nostalgic and really want to read the website again#dragonkin#otherkin
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20 questions for fic writers - tagged by the lovely @supergirlboy !!!!!
How many works do you have on ao3?
98
What's your total ao3 word count?
274,783
What fandoms do you write for?
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
how do i look? (mm, frightful) - Heroes of Olympus
two rights can feel so, so wrong - Stranger Things
when the sun loves the moon - Wednesday
if flynn rider was out there, i'd probably reject him - Brooklyn 99
snow laughing matter - The Flash
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Of course! I want to let my readers know how much I appreciate their feedback 💕
What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I couldn't decide between these three:
There’s a beautiful warmth in Felicity’s watery gaze when she talks about how straight-laced and good, how wonderful, Laurel had been as a teenager. Student body president, y’know! Always the smart kid you knew was going somewhere. Felicity hadn’t even known her back then, but that never really mattered. Laurel was sharp, kind, friendly— but she could hold her own. And she had, all her life, no matter what. Until…
“Until... Damien Darhk.”
Barry knows, at the vile hatred burning in Felicity’s tone at that name, he isn’t going to like this part of Laurel’s life story. And he’s right.
- finding out
Somewhere in the darkness of night, she makes the choice to leave. To run away from the monster, push past the angel, barely give any thought to the hunter. Tomorrow, when the sun comes up and her body works again…
For now, she stirs in the memories of Randy’s blood and Salinger’s touch.
She’s going to get out of here if it kills her.
- wounded
Khione will never know them. She wishes she got to know them. She wishes she could have been made for a different purpose. She wants to be the one that hears Frost inside her head and listens to Caitlin’s bad singing.
Khione is grieving the lives she never led, but the lives that her body remembers so loyally.
She doesn’t remember them. But that means she’ll never forget them.
-- and if it had to perish twice
What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
maybe this oldie from smoak signals?
Laurel looked around at all these people. She’d known so many of them for years. Some were still strangers to her. She wouldn’t pass up this night for the universe. Even if she could go back to Earth-Two, she loved that so many of the people around her were alive and happy because of Prime. Eddie Thawne didn’t have to die to ensure Eobard’s defeat. Here, Barry didn’t have to break Patty’s heart. Livewire wasn’t just undead, but she was genuinely a force of good. Here, William had siblings—not blood ones, but blood didn’t matter much to them. He chose to be the brother of Zoe Ramirez and Ruby Arias, the polywogs. Maybe things weren’t always perfect. But as far as Laurel was concerned, this overwhelming linked group of outcasts was her perfect family. She loved them all, so, so, so fucking much, she didn’t know how to put it into a sentence.
And she didn’t even know some of their names. That was amazing.
Do you get hate on fics?
bitch, every time I post about Max Mayfield. Her haters are alive and well in the comments of any ao3 fics that portray her in even a somewhat positive light
Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I've written smut literally once and it's kinky Smoaking Canarrow threesome. I would love to write more smutty works...
Do you write crossovers?
Assuming we're not counting crossovers between media that exists in the same universe, not generally, but I did manage to sneak Crazy Jane of the Doom Patrol into an Arrowverse fic!
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
shit not that I know of
Have you ever had a fic translated?
I don't think so?
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
RAO no
What’s your all-time favorite ship to write for?
:3 teehee
What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
probably bare my old, diseased soul. I haven't touched it in years; I've lost interest in soulmate AUs, even polyamorous ones that star my darling Caity.
What are your writing strengths?
shrug emoji
What are your writing weaknesses?
it's hard to spell things right when you're dyslexic so I fear there are spelling and grammar errors in some places, tho I try to reread my works a shitton to fix any I may find before posting
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
make sure to always research the shit outta whatever you're trying to say!
First fandom you wrote for?
if writing multiple novel-length fics based on the adventures of my Warrior Cats OCs counts, then Warriors. Considering those works featured literally no actual Warrior characters, I like to say The Flash.
Favorite fic you’ve written?
true to form, a fluffy pre-relationship Killersnow~
UM UM UM let's tag @the-feral-gremlin and @icedteaandoldlace and @laurensxdeath
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Tequila Sunrise - Jeong Jaehyun
A/N: Ok, so... It’s been a long while. And although I haven’t been much around here before, I just wanted to say that... Sometimes life gets too overwhelming and a lot of things happen. But I assumed it’s better later than never. Anyway, this is an oldie from an old blog of mine that I just think fits well with Jaehyun. And I might have had an idea to continue it later on. Hehe
Hope you all enjoy it!
The warm breeze of the night was enough to keep awake any lost soul that could be wandering around the beach at that time. The sound of the waves crashing down against the shore in a violent swirl of white foam and blue water was able to calm anyone down, the melody of the ocean vibrating through their bodies in a sweet momento, throwing back Summer reminiscences to whoever stopped and listened to it.
Further ahead, it was possible to see the outline of the tall coconut tree, an entire forest of them standing proud ahead, hidden in the darkness of the night, the long leaves dancing around with the gentle wind, speckles of sand flying around in the air, contaminating anything they could land on.
And there, sitting by the ocean with his head thrown back in the laziest way possible, was Jaehyun, his droopy eyes staring back at the sky in its deep blue velvet color, the twinkling stars making him think of fireflies stuck on adhesive paper, forever out of this world, shining until the last day of their lives.
There was an easy smile on his lips, his fingers digging into the soft sand, his breath making his chest rise and fall countless times, in a serene rhythm as if there was nothing to worry about, which wasn’t the case, but he was willing to neglect it all for the time being.
By his side, completely forgotten, was an empty pack of cigarettes, discarded carelessly in a small pile of sand, the white lighter on top of it, slightly hidden in the shadows on the late night sky.
The truth is, Jaehyun wanted to forget about everything that surrounded him, every object that could connect him to this world. There was nothing on his mind other than the feeling of the warm breeze against his pale skin, brushing softly against him, making his chocolate hair dance around like the coconut trees in the distance, the feeling of the sand in his fingers, slowly making his hands feel rougher due to the minuscule grains stuck to his sweaty palm, the way his feet got to feel the slightly cold water every time the ocean decided to wash down the shore. He wanted nothing else than pretend that everything was ok when it was clearly not.
First of all, because he had run out of cigarettes and he has promised himself he would start smoking less - something he clearly hadn’t thought through. He could still smell the faint nicotine in the air, entering his lungs almost imperceptible now, but there was still some kind of satisfaction there. He was much too high to enjoy it thoroughly, but it still gave him the same sense of satisfaction. And because of the current situation he found himself in, with the effects of the weed numbing his brain, all he wanted to do was staying there to feel the nature around him and there was no way he was going to get any kind of sleep in his mind.
Not as long as that girl was on his mind. Not as long as her bright beautiful eyes kept haunting his dreams whenever he closed his eyes or tried to think about anything else.
Jaehyun hadn’t realized when it all started, but there was no way it was going away any time soon now. He could distinctly hear the sound of her voice in a room full of people, ringing in his ears as if he was meant to go after it. He could find her figure leaning against the counter bar in a heartbeat, even when he wasn’t trying to find her at all because that’s what his life had turned into: a series of events that seemed to lead to her. So he had chosen to stop fighting it and just surrender himself to her.
It hadn’t been easy tough. Each waking moment he wasn’t able to see her, was like feeling small daggers pressed deeply into his chest, cutting right through the tissue, leaving him bleeding and agonizing, something he had never felt before, something he never thought he would be able to feel. There was an imaginary hand pressing against his throat, preventing him from breathing, only letting go when she appeared in his line of vision, ever so gracefully, a radiant smile always adorning her plump, kissable lips.
Jaehyun could never get enough of her. It was like, in a short period of time, she had become his own personal kind of heroin, a new thing he could get addicted to, easily, and even if he didn’t like how much he was diving himself in at first, he couldn’t help but let go of the restraints that kept him to the surface, letting himself drown in the deep, troubled waters that were that girl.
From the moment he met her, everything had changed, even if he hadn’t noticed it at first. From the moment he saw her walking towards him, he was a goner.
And that was how he spent most of his time ever since then, daydreaming about the girl, thinking about her every second of the day, trying to, desperately, reach out and ask for help, but there was no turning back. There was no way of pulling back from her.
And maybe it was the weed dancing around his system or how he had ventured off his mind that night, but there was something that kept him blinded by all the things happening around him. While his eyes stared up at the sky seeing nothing other than her face and bright eyes, while he couldn’t stop but think about the way her lips would feel against his, softly at first, only growing in intensity and need, much like the waves he could feel hitting his feet, the night slowly turned into day, the deep blue night turning into a yellow-orange version of itself, the sun slowly coming up on the horizon, burning like it did whenever he couldn’t see her.
Jaehyun realized, with a shock, that he had gone way too far this time. He was sitting there, trying to think of when he had drifted off enough to miss the entire night, but nothing seemed to come to his mind, except those damned slender legs, leading up to the most perfect figure he had ever seen, the most beautiful eyes, the most beautiful aura that she gave off. He was in love with everything she represented and there was just one problem with it: he didn’t even know her name.
In between his attempts of trying to get away from her and falling for her, he had totally neglected the stage he would generally go through, the part where he tries to get to know the person. Jaehyun was in love with an ideal girl he had made up in his mind, by the way he watched her interact with other people, by the way he watched her walk down the pier, by the way she always seemed to have a smile on her face whenever she went past him.
A small part of him, where his logical side must have been in, was telling him that he was being pathetic, that there was something completely wrong with him, that, maybe, the lack of a romantic presence in his life had made him project those feelings when, in reality, it was nothing more than a reverie he had created in other to not feel so lonely.
And he agreed with that. He could feel himself finding coherence in which it was saying. He needed to get over it and move on with his real life.
But when he had finally talked himself into doing it, like fate itself was trying to mess with him once more, she finally made her daily appearance, her body covered by a flowy white dress, hiding the bikini he knew she had underneath it, her strides surely leading her his way, pretty much like every other time he had seen her.
And then she looked at him for the first time that day, the sun hitting her skin as a golden blanket, illuminating her face, shining on her bright eyes as a shy smile made way to her lips, her teeth hidden behind her lips, the same ones he had fantasized about kissing so many times before, a pink hue making way to her cheeks slowly.
And then, in a moment, it was gone.
She walked past him to the other side of the pier, the wind causing goosebumps to awaken in her arms, her hair flying freely around her face as Jaehyun felt his heart pick up its pace and ignore everything his now almost sober brain was saying a few moments ago.
But then, in a whisper of smoke, she was out of his reach once again, leaving him there to fantasize about her all over again, the rose shade on her skin now added to his delight.
#jaehyun#jaehyun scenarios#jaehyun imagine#jaehyun fanfic#jaehyun fluff#jaehyun angst#nct imagines#nct 127#jeong jaehyun#jaehyun x reader
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Rarepair Hetalia Week - DAY V - Supernatural
Act V for @hwsrarepairweek2022! This is the only day I couldn't prepare someting now, but since is a topic I really work out in Hetalia, I wanted to introduce you some pairing with my OCs. Traditional work, hope you like it~
More under the cut~
If you follow my works you probably have seen them. They are Itanú (black hair one) and Ayar (blonde one).
I've got in my HC that nations have their own rules and limits with humankind, to not intefere themselves with them (idea founded by Francis, you sure know why...). But when the rule is broken and they stay with mortals more than they could be or worse, they fell in love deeply, it has consequences. The price is to take their human condition out, and, if thee humans doesn't commit suicide after madness, it became an hybrid abomination. That's the moment when my OCs came.
Itanú recieved the Thunder Kiss with the Ancient Magic of England. He was an adopted son raised by Brasil and Uruguay, and that is why he knew him; previously connected and influenced by that "magical world". Arthur was his (oldie) uncle and, as Itanú has a personality he adores, he obsessed with him. The action of that kiss killed Ita clinically and detroyed his soul. Thanks to other nations, Ita was rebuilt it and was reborn but he changed forever, because he needed more of that essence to keep himself alive. After that, every nation gave him part of them and made him immortal (trust me, it is not so funny or cool as it seems).
Ayar is a different story. It was a coincidence Alfred met him, in a Goverment building in US, since Ayar was studying architecure at that time. Obsession again. Jones liked him a lot and he wanted some casual relationship, as many mortals he had tasted; but something forced him to give him more, and he gifted Ayar the Spring he had lost with England's reformation. He is "only" from Alfred, but Spring is a nature force very, very dangerous. And now it has a body.
More or less that is the story XD.
#hetalia#hwsrarepairweek2022#aphrarepairweek2022#aph england#aph america#nation x oc#suggestive#ocs#America x OC#England x OC#hetalia headcanons
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Bleed with me this time
I've been hurting to find
Someone to make it right
I learned so much but lost it all
And when I'm stuck with you, I fall
Bleed with me this time
Till we bleed out
trigger warning: death
mentioned: @lanyphillips @aranyasaeli @kyleyangs @veritycalma @kattcalled
“Yeah, of course,” Mal said when his girlfriend told him she wanted to get some air. He felt himself smiling into the kiss because even though it had been a couple of hours since Aranya had said yes, he still couldn’t believe it. Still couldn’t believe how goddamn giddy he felt. Kyle was right, he truly was like some lovesick puppy, but as he watched Ari walk away from him, there was a feeling of peace that he truly hadn’t been able to feel in the longest time. A lot of people might have thought that he hadn’t been at peace ever since his brother’s death, but it had been so much longer than that.
He hadn’t been at peace since he came back to Nightrest over three years ago, after his career-ending injury. If there was a moment in his life that he knew was the turning point, it was that. Not just because it cut short his passion in life, but because he felt like that had severed his last connection to his father, and without that, Malachi was lost. He knew some people might think it was silly. It’s just a sport. It’s just a ball. It’s just a game. It’s nothing special. But it was so much more than that to him.
It reminded him of the days his father turned into his coach, when his dad taught him the basics, from the proper way of holding the basketball to how to shoot, moving him farther and farther away from the hoop until he could hear “For threeeeee!” in his head every time he shot from the three-point line his father had placed in their basketball court in their backyard. The cheers his father yelled out every time there was that swish when it was nothing but net, the pointers his father gave him to make him better. Malachi knew a lot of people learned to love the things that they were good at, but he learned to be good at this because he loved it. His dad loved it, and that was all that mattered to him.
How he wished his father was around now. How he wished he could come home to see his mom and dad slow dancing in the kitchen while dinner cooked, so he could introduce Aranya to them. How he wished it was a Sunday and his father would be at the grill, oldies and soul music playing from inside their home.
Remembering it all made him remember Monty, and his heart ached just a little bit more. He thought there was no pain harsher and harder to accept than the pain of losing a parent, but he thought wrong. Losing a brother was a different but just as harsh pain. Malachi had literally been in Monty’s life since he was born, and with how close they were in ages, he could still remember when people mistook them for twins. How the two of them grew up to be completely different, but still undeniably close because there truly was no other way. Malachi loved Monty and Lany once she came into the family a few years later more than anything and anyone else in his entire life.
What were you supposed to do when you lose someone who meant the world to you? There was guilt that gnawed at him too, a factor in his breakdown in front of Aranya, because he was supposed to be the older brother. He was supposed to protect them and he failed. He could even remember how the tradition of Phillips Fam Fries Day Friday started. It was his way of trying to protect his siblings from the harsh reality that they were practically orphans then, because while their mother was still physically present, she was no longer... present. The woman gave up, and the responsibility rested heavy on Malachi’s shoulders since, and he took that more seriously than anything in his life. More seriously than basketball. More seriously than any relationship.
Malachi knew he busted Monty’s ass all the time, but it always came from a place of love. How happy he had been at his birthday celebration. The knowing look on his face as Mal sat on the couch with his arm slung around Aranya’s shoulders. Mal knew, without a doubt in his mind, that his brother would have been happy about this. Probably would’ve started talking about weddings, because that was just the kind of man he was. Mal would have called him a nerd, and to go take care of his cow.
It was heartbreaking how vividly he could picture out the conversation going, knowing he’d never actually be able to have the conversation.
The heavy feeling in his chest was back, but he cleared his throat, knowing it wouldn’t be okay for him to break down here, not when the entire event was for a good cause. No, what he needed to do was find his sister, give her a hug and then find his girlfriend to make sure she was okay, since he checked his watch and noticed that she’d been gone for a while. Maybe she went to the restroom? He thought to himself, but he still made out of his way to where Lany was to give her an unexpected hug. The two were never the most public when it came to touchy-feely things, but so much has changed since their recent loss that Mal felt no shame in interrupting her conversation just to make sure she was okay. To give her a hug that he couldn’t totally tell was for her, or for both of them.
“Tell me when you’re ready to leave and I can drop you and Lu off,” Mal murmured, reluctant to let go of her. Desperation clawed at his chest as he looked at his younger sister because he wanted, more than anything, to just protect her now. She and Kyle were the only family he had left, and he couldn’t keep losing people. He just can’t, not after all the losses they had all suffered. He was barely holding it all together as it was. “Actually, lemme see where my girlfriend is--” Mal said, showing Lany a grin. “And then we can head home. I’ll be right back,” he said, squeezing Lany’s arm before he went out of the main room, to try and find Aranya.
The smile was still on his lips as he went out to the deck, the place now a familiar and sentimental place for him. This was where he had asked Ari to officially be his girlfriend just a couple of hours ago. This was where she had cried and told him yes. This was where Malachi had made a promise himself to be a better man. For her. For their future together. This was where he felt the first inkling of hope blooming in his chest, that maybe, just maybe, things will be okay. Everything was so confusing and painful right now but he had her. He trusted her.
She had him, in the same way he knew he’d always have her, and that made it all worth it.
It was funny, looking back, how much this took him by surprise when it probably shouldn’t have. He’d always liked Ari, thought she was a sweet girl, and he definitely liked hanging out with her. Maybe it was because they started off as friends first until he started to flirt with her that made the difference. Maybe it was because she was so close to him, literally his next door neighbor, that made the difference. Mal had made it a point to make extra for her when he was cooking, especially when he could see that she had been streaming for hours. He had learned how to make her favorite food early on just so he could surprise her with it when he could tell that she was having a bad day but was too nice to say anything, to burden anyone with her problems because that was just the kind of person she was.
Mal had come to know her, her body language, her tells. He loved learning about her. He loved listening to her talk, watching her play her games, go on car rides with him. He came to crave her company more than just what he got in the bedroom. He talked about his dad with her out there on the basketball court during the snowstorm, when he hadn’t really expected to do that. It just goes to show how comfortable he had been with her already for him to just talk about it. To open up to her. He already trusted her then, he just hadn’t seen yet just how much.
He didn’t even think twice about letting her see him break down after the funeral because for someone who didn’t really instill trust in his relationships, it was still a big deal for him. I trust you was a bigger deal to him than I love you and when she walked in on him, amidst the broken glass, the trashed trophies lying down on the floor, the pictures of him and Kyle and his father from high school, the lonely sound of a basketball bouncing on the floor until it rolled to a stop, he realized he felt both.
As he looked at her then, all Mal could think of was I trust you. I love you.
I love her, Mal realized with jarring clarity. The thought made him stop in his tracks because he had been thinking it, playing around with the idea of it, but he had been so scared that something that made him so happy would be taken from him again. The story of his life. Once something made him happy, it felt like it was ripped from his hands almost immediately. He knew that he loved her deep down but because he didn’t want to admit it to himself yet, his mind had rejected it, especially because just a couple of hours ago, he had been a little scared that she was going to say no.
But she didn’t.
She said yes.
Holy fuck, I love her.
Maybe I’m the luckiest man in the world and she might actually love me too.
That sweet, beautiful, kind woman who was valid in everything she did was someone he trusted and loved and even though the past few days have made him spiral in a way he never had before, the warmth in his chest made him start walking away, eager to tell her. There was nothing to be done about the past, nothing to be said or done that can heal the part of him that will always be broken with the loss they suffered, but he had her. The hope of the future they planned together is enough; the lifeline he needed not to drown in despair. He had a goal and that was to make sure she was happy because that woman deserved the best.
It was her. It was just her for him, he knew that.
I love her.
It was getting pretty dark out there on the deck, and his eyes furrowed as he wondered where she could be, but a glimmer caught his eye out on the far end of the deck, right where he had asked Aranya to be his girlfriend a few hours ago. It was like the light had caught something shiny from there and he blinked as he realized there was something on the floor, something that inched towards him slowly.
Malachi wondered what it could be -- water, maybe? A spilled drink? -- but then felt himself being jerked back immediately once he realized it was blood. It only took him a second of that realization before he started running, his heart breaking as he found himself faced with something his brain refused to accept.
“No. No, no, no, c’mon, baby,” Mal said, already feeling tears fall down his cheeks as the crushing sight brought him to his knees. “Baby. Baby, hey. Ari, come on,” he said, his voice pleading as he cradled her cheeks, but he didn’t start sobbing until his eyes drifted down, seeing the red bloom from her stomach. It was so familiar to what he had seen been done to his younger brother that a guttural cry escaped him as he hoisted her upper body into his arms, rocking her as he wondered why this was happening.
Why bad things happened to good people.
Why her? Why her?
She didn’t deserve this.
She didn’t fucking deserve this.
He would never be able to see her smile again.
To hear her laugh again.
To watch her sleepily wake up in the morning with that stretch that he had always teased her was too adorable.
To watch her get so into her games, and be so good that when they played together, she beat him no matter how hard he tried, like every time they were at the basketball toss.
To run his fingers down her bare back as he held her close every night.
To cook her things and see the way her eyes lit up when he brought her food.
To hold her hand and give her the comfort she definitely gave him.
To tell her she didn’t even need to get dressed, they were just going out for a late night drive.
To watch her ask him which she should wear, because he thought she looked so damn good in everything.
To listen to her talk, knowing it could be about anything, even things he knew nothing about and he’d still be a happy man, just to hear her.
He would never be able to tell her he loved her.
Mal knew he probably should find someone, anyone that might be able to help, but he couldn’t leave her. He couldn’t even let go of her until he felt a chilling presence that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up, signifying that he wasn’t alone anymore. That maybe whoever was responsible for this was back. He gently laid Ari back down on the floor, unable to stop another sob from escaping past his lips at the sight before he acted first, his fist swinging out until it connected with a strong jaw.
He hadn’t been able to protect her either.
Mal didn’t know who this fucker in the mask was, but he was controlled by rage, by grief, by guilt, by all the pain he was still nursing and he held up the person by grabbing onto the front of their suit before forcing them back on their feet so he could punch them again, feeling his knuckles split as they came in contact with the other’s nose. There was blood on his own suit, and he knew most of it came from Ari when he held her and as the reminder of his now lifeless girlfriend flitted through his mind, Mal threw another punch, not caring that the other still wasn’t on their feet yet.
She didn’t deserve this.
Mal was about to throw another punch when he felt his arms being pulled back from behind, causing him to thrash as he tried to find a way to escape. There are two of them, Mal realized with a sinking feeling. Were these the same assholes who hurt his brother? Fresh tears were still on his cheeks as he clenched his jaw, watching the person he had just punched multiple times stand up and take off their mask.
His mask.
Mal would never have thought he would be responsible for this and he was breathing hard as he continued to find a way to release himself from the other’s grip -- whoever this was was strong too -- but before he could do much of anything, he felt a sharp pain in his gut.
He breathed out as the knife was twisted inside of him, and the fight was no longer in him, as the man took out the knife and stabbed him with it again.
And again.
And again.
Mal lost count of how many times it was but by the time the other person let go of his grip on him, he fell down to the floor of the deck, finding the last of his strength to crawl closer to Ari, so he could hold onto her one last time.
To rely on her to have him one more time, he thought as his fingers shakily clasped onto her cold ones.
God, he didn’t want to die alone.
Lany, he thought as he struggled to breathe. Please. Please just let her be okay. Please, Mal prayed to whoever was listening as his breaths turned shallower. There was a small comfort in knowing Kyle would be there for her, make sure she was okay. So would Lu, despite her looking lost now. Jacob too. She wouldn’t be alone.
Mal would no longer be there to bring them all together, to protect them and look out for each of them anymore, but they’ll be okay. They had each other.
They had each other.
There was comfort there. And as his eyes rested on Aranya, he held onto that fleeting sense of peace and comfort only she could bring, his fingers twitching as he no longer had the strength to hold onto her. I love you. I’m sorry, he thought, his eyes slowly closing. Mal didn’t know what would come next, but as the life drained out of him, he found a small comfort in knowing he’d finally be reunited with his dad. His brother. Ari. My little buzzer beater, Mal affectionately thought as he looked at her, the last sight he’d live to see. Grateful that she had given him so much happiness before it had to come to this.
He wished they had more time. He wished he had more time to laugh with Kyle. To poke fun at Vera. To spend with Kat now that they were friends again. To comfort Lu. To tell Lany he loved her. To tell his mother he now understood. That he forgave her. To invite everybody for another barbecue for lunch, to be followed by shots later that evening. To just have his family together, the most important thing to him. To shoot another basketball. To play the game that was his and his father’s.
But his time was up.
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Today’s compilation:
Rock 'N' Roll All #1 Hits The Original Vol. 1
1988
Rock & Roll / Pop-Rock / Pop / Girl Groups / Doo Wop / R&B
Alright, it's a cheat code comp, I'll grant you that; every song on here went to #1 in some capacity, either on Billboard or its now-defunct competitor, Cash Box. But here's the deal: given that you can only pick ten #1 pop hits from the mid-50s through mid-60s, and you can't obtain licenses for The Beatles or Stones, I'd like to see you try to pick out a better mix of US chart-toppers than this. Find me a more potent and eclectic less-than-half-hour of #1 oldies than what's on this CD. I don't think you can!
A stellar crash course for the oldies-uninitiated. Dion's "Runaround Sue" and the party-rocker he ripped its melody and rhythm from, Gary U.S. Bonds' "Quarter to Three;" super catchy girl group offerings from The Shirelles, The Chiffons, and The Dixie Cups; Gene Chandler's brilliantly soulful doo wop piece, "Duke of Earl," that Cypress Hill then famously sampled in '91 for their west coast rap anthem, "Hand on the Pump;" and Del Shannon's "Runaway," which features Max Crook soloing on his own invented electronic keyboard instrument, the Musitron. Plus, Jerry Lee Lewis!
Given the parameters I've laid out above, I defy you to put something better together than what's on this CD. There's so many oldies out there that have lost their luster over the years, but every single song on here has managed to stand the test of time. It was true in 1988 when this CD originally came out and it's still true, even 35 years after that. Pretty amazing when you think about it, no?
Highlights:
Dion - "Runaround Sue"
The Shirelles - "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow"
Jerry Lee Lewis - "Whole Lot of Shaking Going On"
Gary U.S. Bonds - "Quarter to Three"
The Chiffons - "He's So Fine"
The McCoys - "Hang on Sloopy"
The Dixie Cups - "Chapel of Love"
Gene Chandler - "Duke of Earl"
Del Shannon - "Runaway"
Dee Dee Sharp - "Mashed Potato Time"
#rock & roll#rock and roll#rock#pop rock#pop#girl groups#doo wop#r&b#r & b#oldies#classic rock#classic pop#music#50s#50s music#50's#50's music#60s#60s music#60's#60's music
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the mafia trilogy media headcanons
because i care too much about media history. i talked awhile ago about what the radio stations play during the time frames of each others’ games, and what the cultures and music scenes are like in the various cities, so i’ll address that further here.
radio
EDLT (delta) is one of empire bay's youngest stations, founded in the mid 1930s. in the early days they mostly play jazz and blues (cab calloway, louis jordan, robert johnson, etc), with occasional gospel music as well, especially on sundays. in the 60s-70s they play more electric blues, harder rock, and sometimes funk; think albert king, jimi hendrix, freddie king, but they still include artists like bo diddley, howlin’ wolf, chuck berry, little richard, and muddy waters (including the psychedelic blues albums released by the aforementioned).
ECLA (empire classic) originally played classical music and opera (which is what it played in the beta of mafia 2) up through the mid 1930s before eventually shifting toward big band and swing (carlo falcone, personally, wasn't pleased with the change). they were originally called empire classical before rebranding. in the 60s they still play much tamer music, mostly crooners, vocal harmony, some doo wop. let it never be said that a rock and roll song has played on empire classic (well, it did once...and the dj was fired).
ECNR (empire central) has played swing as long as swing has been around. ricky fox continues hosting into the 1960s, playing a mix of pop and (what would become) classic rock. he still calls the audience kids, and still makes funny comments about technology.
WBYU 620 in new bordeaux plays mostly country and western in the 1930s and 40s, before finally adding in some pop and rock during the late 50s. johnny cash remains a constant staple from early in his career, and they play gospel on sunday mornings. remy's show starts in 1959 (i love the idea that he never makes it to ten years. fuck you remy). they’re also pretty strict about their programming and the image they present, though things do slip through (eve of destruction, anyone?)
WNBX 790 has gone through a number of changes before settling firmly into a rock station in the late '50s–think link wray, duane eddy, etc. it hosts a weekly surf rock special for a time in the early '60s.
WCVE 1150 starts off in the ‘20s as a mix of jazz and blues, incorporating r&b and some earlier rock and roll (and later soul) as it develops throughout the ‘40s and ‘50s. the station also tends to play oldies throughout its existence.
WLH 570 in lost heaven still mostly plays jazz and big band throughout the ‘40s, though they start to incorporate some blues and r&b moving into the ‘50s, and a little later rock. by the ‘60s it’s comfortably settled into a mix of rock, blues, soul, and some pop. i assume it’s a public station, so they try to keep variety in their programming, and also host a lot of public service programming including news, sports broadcasting, and other talk radio.
WBDS, which is owned by berenger’s department store, still keeps it up with the ads throughout its tenure and remains a mostly swing and ragtime station into the '40s. plays a shit ton of patriotic music during wwii so they’ll look good. moves towards pop in the ‘50s but does add some lighter rock (think eddie cochran and buddy holly). they’re solidly a pop station throughout the ‘60s and beyond, and honestly it’s basically just muzak (it’s a department store, after all) but surprisingly doesn’t get sold. most people in lost heaven regard them as a quaint little oddity of the city.
city media culture
empire bay has one of the earliest broadcast tv stations in the us (as evidenced by vito having a tv in 1951–early tv could only be broadcast within a certain range of the studio, where it was shot live, so at first this meant basically only new york and chicago (and later LA) bc they were the cities with stations). their variety program trago star theatre (a name i ripped straight from the real life texaco star theatre, milton berle's variety show) is a beloved feature of empire bay's media landscape.
lost heaven develops a thriving blues scene in the ‘40s which really blossoms in the mid '50s. similar to chicago blues, it's based on electric guitar, but relies more on horns than harmonica (inspired by the mafia 1 opening theme).
new bordeaux also has a thriving blues scene. it's known for commonly featuring a combination of electric and acoustic guitar (inspired by the mafia 3 score), but it usually has quite a smooth sound.
empire bay blues is usually jazzier, featuring heavy piano use and sometimes a mix of sax and guitar, as well as woodwinds. doo-wop style vocal harmony is common. not as well known as the LH and NB blues styles.
there's a bad movie made about tommy angelo's life, trial, and death made in the late '70s. sorry for that one.
an aspiring blues musician who once met lincoln clay ends up writing a song that’s (somewhat ambiguously) about him later. he’s meant to be viewed as the hero.
#headcanons#mafia 1#mafia 2#mafia 3#the mafia trilogy#thank you memphis for encouraging this#long post
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There wasn’t an order last week because of the holiday, but that doesn’t get us out of our regular Wednesday talkin’ to.. “I’m not mad, just disappointed..” My weekly series where I take a look at what from the previous weeks order made it through the whole weekend without finding a new home! With no new order to pick from, I took a look at some of my favorite under appreciated titles still in stock after weeks/months of no love coming their way 1. Various - Hiero Oldies: Volume 1 - A Collection of early works and demos from the Hieroglyphics crew featuring Del the Funky Homosapien, Casual, Pep Love and Souls of Mischief 2. Jiro Inagaki & Soul Media - Woodstock Generation - Originally released in 1970, this recent reissue brings back into the light a lost gem from Japanese Jazz/Rock/Fusion/Soul master Jiro Inagaki. A YouTube algorithm staple you’ll need on wax 3. Joanna Newsom - Ys - I feel like there’s still a following for Joanna, but any chance I can get to potentially make a new Newsom fan I’m going to take it. “From the top of the flight Of the wide, white stairs Through the rest of my life Do you wait for me there? 4. Sparks - Kimono My House - Sparks deserves to be a household name no matter who’s house it is. If you haven’t been introduced to the stylings of the Mael brothers, start here. If none of these are doing it for you, head to the link in our bio to shop the hundreds more in stock for In-Store Pickup, FREE Local Delivery or Media Mail shipping anywhere in the U.S! See You Soon!! (at See You CD & Vinyl) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnAXnjXveZh/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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